David was not much of anything-sexually-in the beginning of his story; he was merely a grown man of twenty-four who had the mentality of a sixteen-year-old, but who wanted to be a man as much as any other.
His brother Richie provided an example of sorts-he and his girl friend made it constantly in the privacy of his own car, surrounded by the familiar seclusion of the park. Richie had been involved in sexual adventures since the age of fifteen, when he'd surprised and hurt his older brother by telling him all about it. David, in his own pain, manufactured wild stories to tell Richie about his own alleged sexual affairs.
But David had a real piece of woman waiting for him-it just took him a long time to discover her. Mrs. Walters, one of the secretaries at work, had a liking for David that went beyond mere human compassion. Her needs in her own life exceeded those of a woman who was settled in a home with a fourteen-year-old daughter. Her needs were those of a lonely woman with sexual desires that needed satiation, and particularly needed the satiation of a young man as naive and willing as David.
David-passionately involved with Mrs. Walters-and Richie-involved in constant sexual conflict with his girl friend, Susan, move the story from climax to climax. Richie becomes engaged in a small orgy of sorts, along with Susan, his friend Mickey, and a new young thing, Linda. David not only finds himself able to love Mrs. Walters, but he gets to her daughter, too, the lovely one Vera. Vera's got a boyfriend who wants to learn a few things, and David is more than willing to help the youthful couple out.
At last he found a way to repay the world for the degradation he felt he'd had to suffer as a "Lowly" office boy. Richie, his brother, only begins his search, after loss, a terrible loss that he feels he might not be able to sustain.
The story winds the two plots together, progressing with compassion and lust towards an ending that, with victory and failure, seems to epitomize life itself.
CHAPTER ONE
David Michealson, age twenty-four, had been the office boy for Neil Importing Co. for the past eight years. Office boy was all David was capable of. He could follow orders quite well but it was impossible for him to take the initiative in anything.
David quit school at the age of sixteen. School was too hard for him and he found it boring. He wanted to get out and do something in the world, and when he went looking for a job the best he would find was stock clerk or office boy. He chose office boy for no particular reason and was now making a career of it.
He was very friendly with everyone in the office. They all treated him kindly but not with much respect. They knew that although David was a twenty-four-year-old man, mentally he was only, perhaps, no more than a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and they all treated him that way.
David was quite satisfied with his job. He liked his surroundings and the people he worked for. The job was easy. Easy in the respect that it did not require him to think to any great degree. Everything was told to him.
Only occasionally did he hope that he could be as smart as some of the other people in the office and that he could give orders to people below him. But there was no one below David. He had the lowest position as well as the least paying job.
"David?" called Mrs. Walters, "Would you come here please?"
David nodded and walked towards her. Mrs. Walters, a secretary, also treated David as a child. But she also felt compassion for him. She felt that such a good looking man, such as David was, should have the right to do better for himself instead of being an office boy for eight long years and with prospects no brighter for the future.
David leaned on the desk with his hands and looked straight into Mrs. Walters' eyes. He said nothing, but waited for her command.
"Will you please get me a stack of envelopes. I've run out, and have to finish these letters before going to lunch."
The young man nodded and walked away.
"Always taking orders!" he said to himself.
In a few moments he returned with the envelopes and handed them to Mrs. Walters. She accepted them gratefully and immediately slipped one into the typewriter and began typing an address.
Poor David, she thought to herself, I wish I could help him. David, I don't think, is stupid. It's just that he's very lazy and afraid to make a decision by himself, because the decision he makes may be the wrong one which he may not be able to stand, psychologically.
For the next few minutes, as she continued typing the envelopes, she continued psychoanalyzing David.
"David?" she called again, "can you mail these letters for me?"
He came to the desk, took the letters from her, and walked away. When he was just ten feet from the desk she called him back.
"David," she asked, "would you like to go shopping with me this afternoon?"
"Sure!" said David. "I'd love to."
David and Mrs. Walters went shopping together, during their lunch hour, quite frequently. Mrs. Walters did it because she enjoyed being companionable and David did it because he enjoyed being helpful. At least to Mrs. Walters he enjoyed being helpful.
Mrs. Walters was a widow with a fourteen-year-old daughter. Her husband had been dead for more than four years. During that time she worked constantly to support herself and her daughter.
Occasionally, as she and David shopped, she would tell him about her problems, about the lack of funds, about the difficulties of raising a daughter and working at the same time, and the frustrations caused by not having a man in the house.
She often told David that she was afraid her daughter would fall into bad company. David, naturally, was unable to offer any assistance. But he somehow acted, figuratively, as her confessor. David felt sorry for the poor woman and, therefore, whenever she wanted to go shopping, David tagged along. It was the least he could do to a person with that many problems.
They had lunch and returned to the office. As soon as David walked in, one of the other secretaries approached him.
"Would you sharpen these for me, Davey?" she asked.
She knew that it wasn't necessary that he sharpen the pencils. That same secretary who gave him the job could have done it. But he resigned himself to the fact that he had to do it and went to the sharpener. As he put the pencils in, the thought occurred to him that the pencil was no longer a pencil and that the sharpener was something else also.
He saw the pencil as an erect male organ and the sharpener, now, was the companion female organ.
One day, he told himself, I'm gonna put my thing into some girl's thing and then I'll have a really good time.
David, sexually, was a failure. Even though he was twenty-four years old he had never been to bed with a girl. The best he had ever managed to get was the outside of some chick's bra.
The reason David never made it with girls was because he always treated them like animals. As soon as David got a girl into a car he would immediately begin trying to undress her and almost as quickly the girl would object, usually, vehemently. In most cases, the girls absolutely refused to ever see David again.
The only redeeming value which David had was the way he dressed. Each week David spent a good portion on clothes. David may have been the most uneducated man in the office, but he was definitely the best dressed.
His physical appearance was usually sexually attractive to most females and for that reason they would accept his invitation for a date. But once they went out with him, they quickly changed their minds about him.
David, by now, was spending most of his weekend evenings in bars and only occasionally would he have a date. He was becoming bored and frustrated by his lack of female companionship, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He sharpened the pencils and returned them to the secretary's desk. He brought the box to about a foot above the desk and then suddenly dropped it right in front of the secretary. She jumped back as the pencils bounced out onto the floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" exclaimed the secretary.
"That's not how you give something to somebody," she said referring to the box of pencils. "Would you kindly pick up that pencil?"
He bent down and picked it up and then threw it into the box. At first he was tempted not to pick it up, but he knew that it might get him fired, or at least cause an argument with the girl, which, in either case, he would lose.
For the rest of the day David did all the jobs the rest of the workers were too lazy to do. He ran errands, licked stamps, folded letters, and so on.
When he arrived home that evening his mother had dinner prepared on the table.
"How was work today, Davey Boy?" his mother asked in her usual overprotective motherly fashion.
"Just the same as any other day, Mom," he sighed. He sat by the kitchen table and picked up the fork to begin eating.
"Wait for your father," his mother reprimanded.
David dropped the fork and leaned his elbows on the table to wait. His mother called into the living room and in a few moments his father appeared wearing a dirty T-shirt and carrying an evening paper.
"How was work today, Son?" his father asked as he glanced at the dinner plates filled with food.
"As usual, Pop," David muttered. Each night for the past eight years his parents always asked the same questions and David always gave the same answers. It was becoming a habit, and habits were the only things David was capable of handling.
David glanced around the table and finally noticed that there were just three plates. "How come there are only three dishes," he asked his mother. "Ain't Richie eating with us tonight?"
"He's eating at his girl friend's house," his father answered as he stuffed a forkful of food into his mouth and began chewing on it.
Richie was David's younger brother. He was just twenty years old and quite unlike David. He was not as good looking but much more intelligent than his older brother. His intelligence for his looks. If he couldn't attract a girl physically he could easily attract her mentally. He knew exactly what to say and what to do when it came to members of the opposite sex.
He was never rough like his brother. Richie knew when to be gentle and when to be aggressive whereas David knew only how to be aggressive.
By the time Richie was eighteen he already had had his fill of sexual experiences. In a three-year period, from the time he was fifteen until he was eighteen he experimented with every kind of sex and with a number of different girls. Just after he turned eighteen he decided that he had his fill of sex and decided to settle down with just one girl.
In the last two years Richie had sex with just one girl, and only rarely would he try someone else. He was satisfied with his girl friend and did not find it necessary to play the field.
"Where are you going tonight?" his father asked with a mouthful of partially chewed food.
"I donno," David mumbled. "I'll probably end up going to Sam's, as usual."
"Why don't you find yourself a nice girl?" his mother recommended.
"Yeah," David smiled, "I've been trying long enough but I just don't seem to be able to hit it off with any of the girls around here."
"Your Aunt Tina," his mother suggested, "has a cousin who has a friend whose sister-in-law knows a nice girl just right for you."
David, after four years of his parents trying to marry him off, was disgusted with the whole business. He wanted to tell his parents to just leave him alone and that he would find the girl he wanted to marry. But, he knew, he wasn't forceful enough and that he would never do it. Instead he said, "Tell Aunt Tina to bring her around and maybe I'll take her out."
"Good!" his mother said happily, "I'll tell her. She tells me she's a very nice girl. Maybe she'd be just right for you."
"Well," David said pensively, "we'll see."
"You oughta start saving your money for the day you do get married. You know that David, don't you?"
"Yes, Mom, I know."
They finished dinner and his father returned to the living room to finish reading his paper. David helped his mother clear the table. Each time David ate at home, which was nearly every day, it was his job to help his mother clear the table and help wash and dry the dishes. David accepted this as natural and never fought it. It was systematic and usual and easy for David to comprehend. It never occurred to him to ask why his brother never helped.
Richie, ever since he was young, always managed to come up with convincing reasons why he should not help clear the table. His mother always accepted the reason and then would turn to David and ask for his assistance, which he readily gave.
Each night, after dinner, David, his mother and his father would go into the living room and watch television for an hour. After the hour was through, his parents, usually, would go to bed and David would go out.
In Sam's David always sat at the table with the same small circle of friends, and they always discussed the same things. David, for the most part, remained silent during the discussions unless he was given the opportunity to repeat a phrase he was quite familiar with and that was quickly accepted by his friends. He always drank the same beer and always in the same quantity: five mugs. Five mugs of beer made him feel good but not high. He felt he was capable of doing anything after he had a few drinks unless, of course, he really had to do it.
At eleven o'clock he left the bar and returned home. He went into the bathroom and quickly stripped to take his shower.
As the warm water beat against his body his own nakedness, accompanied by fantasies of naked females, caused an erection. He leaned against the wall of the shower stall and watched as his penis grew.
His puerile organ was an instrument of extraordinary beauty, longer and more slender than the average man's at that age. As it stood out firmly from between his legs it took on a gentle upward curve. The rounded bulb, distended and with the foreskin tautly stretched, was in perfect proportion to the smooth shaft bearing it. There was no hint of a common or club-like coarseness. The color of the head was a very fine and uniform rose which melted into the paler pink of the reversed foreskin and which then melted into the light brown of the shaft itself.
Now, under the usual manipulations of his fingers the whole shaft quivered slightly. As he left-hand rubbed the tender skin of his testicles, the right hand slowly stroked the now fully erect organ.
As the sensations spread from the tip of his organ down to his legs he pressed his wide shoulders harder against the wall. He spread his feet apart a few feet and watched as the water beat against the throbbing organ. His hand moved faster as he sensed the impending orgasm. His hips thrust forward in time with the rhythmic stroke of his hand until finally his hips were moving frantically.
He felt the sperm gather at the base of his cock and prepared himself for the moment.
Suddenly, uncontrollably, his hips and legs tightened as he thrust his body fully forward, forming an arch against the wall.
With this final thrust he tightly closed his eyes and concentrated all the power of his muscles into the one area of his groin.
His hand, now that his eyes were closed, was replaced by an imaginary vagina.
He sensed the sperm rushing through the thin tubes of his testicles and finally burst through the head of his organ. The immeasurably erect cock throbbed a half dozen times as David felt the warm milky sperm pound through his penis and shoot into the air.
Even after the organ stopped discharging the muscles still quivered and throbbed, trying to force every last drop out of his body.
He leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. Droplets of salty water dripped down his brow and slid across his face. He opened his eyes and looked at the opposite wall.
A long stream of milky white fluid slowly slipped down the wall and formed a projection from the mass of fluid which stood at the same height as David's groin. Further down the wall, a few inches above the floor, was a smaller mass of liquid which led to a progressively smaller trail of white droplets. Directly beneath his now semi-erect penis was the final droplet, which he squeezed with his thumb and forefinger from the base of the organ through the head.
He washed the salty perspiration from his body and then aimed the shower head downwards against the wall so the scum would flow down the drain.
David turned off the water and stepped from the stall. The light from above glistened against his firm young body and reflected from every detail of the muscular youth.
David was about five eleven and weighed just a hundred and seventy pounds. His brown hair, cut long, was pressed against his forehead by the weight of the water. His blue eyes twinkled constantly at everything he saw. His well-developed arms reached for a towel and wrapped it around his trim waist.
With the towel still around his waist he walked to his bedroom. After he had entered he pulled the towel off to dry himself.
He climbed, naked, between the sheets and within moments was sound asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Richie, David's brother, also ejaculated but not in quite the same manner.
After he had eaten dinner at his girl friend's house they went for a drive. That drive, as with nearly every other drive, always ended at the park. He pulled his 1961 Ford into the darkest corner of the parking lot.
Susan, Richie's girl friend, pressed closely against him and as they drove, her hand played around the tight cloth of his crotch. Her long, thin fingers outlined the stiff prick which was pressed flat against his belly. She rubbed the head of his organ until Richie started to squirm.
"Cut it out, will ya?" he demanded as she pulled her hand away from his cock.
"What's the matter?" she asked as her hand walked slowly up his thigh and tried to reach his cock again.
"If you keep rubbing it, I'll run right off the road."
"Or," she interrupted, "you might even shoot."
"Or I may shoot," he agreed, "right into my fucking pants."
"And we can't have that happen," she laughed.
"Right," he concluded.
"Well," she said, "I guess we'll just have to wait until we get to the parking lot."
As he turned the car into the lot, he pushed the switch on the dashboard and the lights went out. For the next few moments they traveled in blackness, trying to avoid the small handful of parked cars and trying to find a spot for themselves.
Susan peered into the darkness until she found a reasonable spot. She told Richie and he immediately turned the wheel and headed towards it. He pulled in and came to a stop just a few feet before the grass, which sloped upwards until it came to a small pond. Richie set the car in park and pulled on the emergency break as he turned the key in the ignition off.
As soon as the motor stopped running, Ritchie threw his arms around Susan and tried to find her lips with his lips.
Susan accepted his lips, gratefully, as Richie's tongue tried to force its way between her teeth and into her mouth. The young man's hot moist tongue brushed against the tip of Susan's tongue. She felt excitement growing between her legs and began sucking on Richie's tongue which was clasped between her teeth.
His hand found her breasts and rubbed the two masses of flesh between the two layers of cloth. Slowly, the hand moved down her dress and pressed softly against her belly.
Richie glanced quickly at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was already nine o'clock. Richie had just two hours to spend with Susan and in those two hours he would try to accomplish as much as possible.
Susan pulled away from Richie and pressed her back against the seat. Richie, now that he could move more easily, quickly ran his hand down her dress and onto her leg.
The young beauty, raising her dress, pulled it out from under her and over her hips. Free to act, Richie immediately pressed his hand between her legs and slowly began rubbing her vagina through the cloth of the nylon pants. She spread her legs further as his hand pushed deeply into the crevice of her legs.
The bony fingers of Richie's hand scratched the outside of the cloth until Susan squirmed with the pleasure.
"Raise your hips," he whispered.
Immediately she twisted her body so her hips were an inch above the seat. With one hand, and with an assistance from Susan, the pants were quickly around her knees. Susan kicked her shoes off and pulled the pants over her feet until they, too, rested on the floor.
Richie's sensual fingers quickly found her cunt. They found the folds of skin which were hidden under the masses of pubic hair and began tickling and pinching.
Susan groaned lightly and whispered to Richie, "Put your finger in there."
As soon as Richie heard the first word his finger was pressing against her vaginal opening. The soft moist skin was the entrance to a deep cavern. Her lubrication fluids, which moistened Richie's fingertips, excited his already-erect organ even further, causing it to throb.
The tip of his forefinger slowly forced its way in, until his three other fingers were bent far back, allowing the full length of the finger to enter.
Susan's vagina formed a loose-fitting encasement for Richie's finger.
Her breath came harder as Richie's finger scratched against the inner walls, attempting to force the finger in even further. For many minutes, Richie's finger moved in and out, usually slowly, but occasionally with great force.
Susan groaned, ever so slightly, and Richie knew that she was nearing her orgasm. She forced her legs even further apart and whispered to Richie to insert two fingers.
The other finger obeyed almost immediately as it slipped into her hole and forced the sensitive skin to spread.
Richie's right arm was wrapped around her shoulder and his hand was slowly massaging her breast. He felt a droplet of water fall on his hand and he knew Susan was perspiring.
Now, forefinger and index finger thrust in and out very quickly as his hand roughly fondled her breast. Susan planted her feet against the floor and tensed the muscles in her hips and legs. Richie knew that it would be no more than a few seconds.
Suddenly, and with no warning, her legs clamped shut around Richie's hand. She groaned again as the muscle of her vagina throbbed around Richie's fingers. For a few seconds she did not breathe and then she sighed deeply and relaxed all her muscles.
Richie's hand, which was now covered with fluid, slowly pulled from her cunt. He wiped the wet fingers on his pants as he spoke to Susan.
"I want you to blow me," he demanded. "Blow me now."
She nodded and said, "Wait a few minutes. Let me catch my breath."
Richie immediately unbuckled his pants and pulled it around his knees. His stiff cock stood out from beneath his shorts. Susan's hand reached out and caressed his organ through the cloth. She rubbed the head and pushed the entire stem from side to side.
Her fingers grasped the top of the shorts and pulled it down and away from him. His stiff cock sprang from its upright position, against his belly, and aimed towards the dashboard.
Susan's hand held the cock as her fingers slowly caressed the entire length of the organ. Richie shuddered as her fingers excited the sensitive head. The cock throbbed as her thumb lightly brushed the eye and spread the sticky droplet of fluid, which was caused by his excitement, around the head.
"Come on!" he demanded. "When the fuck are you gonna blow me?"
Susan stretched the cloth over the sac containing his testicles. Richie sighed with sensual pleasure as her fingers ran around the soft sensitive skin of the bag.
"Move away from the wheel," Susan told him. The eighteen-year-old female released his shorts and pushed herself against the door.
Richie slipped out from beneath the steering wheel and as he moved he pulled his jockey shorts down around his knee.
Susan's right hand returned to fondle his balls as Richie formed a square with his legs. Her left hand reached out to caress the stiff cock which pointed at the windshield.
"Come on, Susan," Richie begged. "It's twenty after nine and I have to get you home by eleven o'clock. We've got things to do together before the night is up."
Obediently, Susan brought her head to just above his penis. Richie could feel the air being expelled through her nose and puffing against the rosy red bulb of his dick.
Richie waited expectantly for her mouth to finally come down and caress the organ in her warm, moist depth. Susan, with one final sigh, opened her mouth and let her tongue slip between her lips. Her hot wet tongue lightly brushed the head of the cock and it throbbed expectantly. The whole bulb tingled just from the touch of her tongue and he waited excitedly for her whole mouth to encompass the organ.
Susan moistened her lips and held the organ in her hand. She lowered her head until the eye of the cock was pressing against her lips. The sweet, musky smell of Richie's cock excited her and she let the head slip between her teeth. Slowly, the eye of the cock bumped along her teeth and the head of his cock slipped between her teeth and finally entered the warm gulf of her mouth.
Richie sighed with pleasure as the hot tongue lashed around the head. Susan slowly forced the rest of the organ into her mouth until three-quarters of the cock was hidden and only two inches were still visible. Her tongue lashed around the head of the organ and she felt the veins tense with the impending orgasm.
Susan's right hand caressed his hip and felt it quiver with excitement. She knew that within seconds Richie would orgasm. Her tongue, which was washing the stem, now returned to the glans and whipped it to a frenzy.
Susan's hand sensed his muscles tightening and his ass shrinking. The muscles of his groin throbbed violently as Richie's hips shoved the organ deeper into her mouth with a thrusting motion. She moved her tongue away and let the entire organ slide into her mouth until she thought she would choke.
With a final forceful thrust, the cock stiffened to its utmost as Richie held his entire body rigid with the onset of the orgasm.
Great quantities of white sticky fluid pumped from his cock and beat against the back of her throat. Susan gasped, but managed to swallow it all as she pulled the now-deplete cock from the back of her mouth until only two inches were still being sucked. Her fingers squeezed the long tube on the underside of Richie's cock and she accepted the final droplet into her mouth as she licked the entire cock clean.
Richie's heart beat furiously as he took deep breaths to calm himself. His groin was temporarily satisfied and he waited expectantly for the time when excitement would return to him, and which, he knew, would take just a few minutes.
When Susan let the cock fall from her mouth it was much shorter and almost completely flaccid.
Richie wiped the wet cock with his hand and then massaged the area of his groin. Susan, meanwhile, sat up and wiped the mixture of saliva and scum from her face.
Susan enjoyed sucking Richie's cock because it was long and thin and also because each time he shot great quantities of scum would come shooting out of his organ, which was what Susan really enjoyed.
Richie glanced at his watch and saw that it was ten minutes until ten. He pulled his pants up and closed the belt and suggested to Susan that she pull her dress down.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" she asked.
"I'm too tired to do anything now," he explained, "and it's better to be prepared in case the cops come."
Susan nodded and grabbed the wrinkled dress and pulled it down to her knees.
Richie wanted to relax. He turned on the radio and then lit two cigarettes. Susan accepted the cigarette and they sat in the car for the next twenty minutes enjoying the coldness of the mid-fall night air.
Richie's hand fumbled with the dashboard until he was finally able to turn on the station he wanted as he sat with Susan snuggled closely against his shoulder. The music which blared forth was hard-rock which was irritating to their ears, at least at the particular moment. His fingers fumbled with the channel selector until he was able to find a station which offered sweet, soothing music.
After they had smoked two cigarettes each and the perspiration on their bodies had dried, they decided to pick up from where they had left off.
As Richie pressed the burning tip of his cigarette into the ashtray with his left hand, his right hand found Susan's leg and was slowly working its way up her thigh. His sensitive fingers sensed her warmth as they approached her still-wet cunt.
Susan snuggled closer and whispered into his ear that it was getting late and that they should hurry.
Richie nodded and said, "But my cock is still too soft to do anything."
"I'll take care of that," she said as her long thin fingers fumbled with the buckle of his pants. Richie assisted her and within seconds his pants were wrapped around his knees.
Immediately, her fingers found his soft, damp cock and began gently stroking it. Under the manipulations of her fingers it stiffened in her hand within seconds.
As Susan teased his cock to erectness Richie's fingers found her warm wet cunt and played with the soft folds of skin. He occasionally rubbed the palm of his hand against her hair, providing added sensations to the area of her cunt.
When the cock was fully erect, Susan, with Richie's finger now deeply imbedded within her vagina, quickly pulled the skirt above her waist. Richie withdrew the finger as Susan began shifting around on the seat until she was able to lie flat on her back with both legs bent upwards.
Richie moved forward a foot, allowing her left leg to slide behind his back. With his hand, he slowly eased her right leg onto the floor and shifted his body around until he was in a kneeling position between her legs.
Richie leaned forward and rested on his elbows until his face was directly above Susan's. His knees skipped back until he was in almost a flat position above her body.
His stiff organ, now, throbbing with excitement, immediately found her vaginal opening and pressed against the hot folds. Slowly, and with great ease, the rod slipped in until it was hidden by the small aperture.
Susan sighed expectantly as she awaited for the remainder of his organ to slip into her. Her organ was quite wet and provided a good lubricant for Richie's cock as it slowly slipped into her cunt.
Richie's cock, excited by her warmth and wetness, acted instinctively as it slid in and out. Susan wrapped her legs around Richie's back and each time he pushed into her, her heels would apply more pressure to his back, trying to force him in even further.
Many minutes he worked slowly but as the sensations increased, so did his speed until he was finally pulling in and out of it at a furious rate.
Susan's hips twitched excitedly as she orgasmed, a few minutes before Richie was capable of doing so.
The iron-like beam sensed her orgasm and made Richie's hip thrust even faster until the cock throbbed violently. He forced the entire length of his cock into her ass as he ejaculated.
Long powerful streams of sperm pumped from his groin and entered her until he felt he was entirely empty.
He lay there many minutes with his organ still inside her as he tried to regain his normal breathing. But soon his weight became oppressively heavy upon Susan's breasts and she whispered to him to get off.
"I like it there," he replied.
"Well," she began, "if you stay on top of me you may well end up going right through."
Richie laughed and slowly withdrew his semi-erect organ. He crawled backwards on the seat until he was able to twist around and get into a sitting position.
In the pocket of his pants, which lay around his feet, was a handkerchief. He quickly pulled it out and began wiping his wet cock. After he was sufficiently satisfied that his organ was dry he turned to Susan, who was still lying on her back with her legs spread, and slowly wiped the entire area of her cunt. With a single layer of the cloth wrapped around his finger he pushed into her vaginal opening and roughly wiped the hypersensitive area.
Susan groaned with the new sensations she was experiencing and she wanted Richie to continue. But he quickly withdrew and let her hand take the cloth and finish wiping herself.
Richie, as Susan lay there with her legs bent, pulled his shorts and pants over his legs and hips, shielding his cock from any further excitement.
The key in the ignition was being held by Richie's fingers as he waited for Susan to cease cleaning herself. As soon as she threw her legs onto the floor and raised herself to a sitting position, Richie turned the key and listened as the engine idled. In consideration of the other couples who were now enjoying what Richie and Susan had just enjoyed, he refrained from using his headlights and pulled out of the spot with great noise but no light. It was only when he reached the entrance to the main road that he pulled the lever on the dashboard and on went the head and tail lights.
As Richie drove, Susan corrected her appearance as much as possible for the impending revisitation with her mother.
Susan's mother suspected something, but was never to put her finger on it. She thought that he might be trying to touch her daughter, but she never had any real proof and, therefore, decided against making any acquisition. Each time Susan returned home with him, her mother looked at them hoping to find something in their eyes. But after two years of not being able to find any proof she was giving up, but not entirely. She still looked at them in a funny sort of way, but now her eyes only cross-examined them for a few seconds and would then turn away.
Using the rear view mirror to help, Susan combed her hair as Richie's hand was nestled between her legs.
"Stop trying to stick your finger in," she warned. "I don't want to come just as I walk into the house."
Richie laughed as he pulled his hand away from her cunt and wrapped it around her shoulder, resting his palm over her right breast. Susan opened her purse and dropped the comb into it as she pulled closer to Richie and snuggled into his shoulder.
Within ten minutes they were in front of her house. They stepped in front of her door as Richie put his arms around her and began kissing her. He slowly pulled her to the side so they would be hidden from the street.
As he moved her, his hand went down and pressed between her legs. It was under her dress, but pressing through the cloth of her pants.
Susan sighed slightly and pressed her lips harder against Richie's. His fingers found the top band of her pants and began slipping inward.
She pulled back quickly making his hand come out and the band to slap against her belly.
"No!" she whispered. "Not here. What if someone comes out?"
"Fuck 'em!" he said emphatically.
"Tomorrow," she suggested. "We can go to the park and then we can play again. How does that sound?"
He nodded and said, "Okay, but I'd still like to screw you now."
"You can hold off for twenty-four hours."
"I'm afraid. I think when I go home I'll have to jerk off."
Susan laughed and began fumbling within her purse for her keys. Inside the house they were greeted by Susan's mother who was sitting watching television. She grunted and eyed them suspiciously for only a few seconds and then returned her interest to her TV program.
Richie left Susan in her living room and returned to his car. He arrived home a half-hour later and found everyone asleep.
Gently, he tiptoed to his room and quickly stripped. Originally, he had intended to take a shower, but now he found that he was much too tired and decided to postpone it until the morning.
Richie pressed the cool, clean sheets against his hot over-perspired body and immediately fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day David went to work as usual. His jobs were all the usual ones. He sharpened pencils, got paper for the typist, mailed letters, delivered mail and as his brother once told him spent most of his time "wiping otherpeople's asses."
Richie told him then that David was ready to belt him in the mouth, but was able to restrain himself. Besides, he knew, it was true.
He did wipe other people's asses all day. long, and was paid just an average day's pay for it, too; even after eight years of it, David was jealous of his younger brother because he was able to get ahead much faster and much more easily.
Richie, at twenty, was a sophomore at the City University and was doing pretty well as a student. He had a part time job as a book keeper in a small supermarket and was getting a decent wage for a college student. What Richie made working fifteen hours his brother had to work twenty hours to make. This was another cause for jealousy between the two brothers.
The major cause, however, was Richie's ability to get girls to go to bed with him.
Richie was constantly relating stories about different girls he had known and had held. When David was nineteen and Richie was just fifteen, the latter informed the older brother of his first experience with intercourse ... the sexual kind.
One Saturday night, about two in the morning, in the early days of July Richie came home almost insane with excitement. David asked him what had happened.
Richie was reluctant to tell David, for fear he might turn around and tell his parents. But after many minutes of pleading by David, Richie extracted a firm promise that whatever was said that night would never leave the room. David swore, as he had been asked, and Richie told him.
Very quietly, almost in a whisper, he said "I got laid tonight!"
David's immediate reaction was disbelief. His fifteen year old brother couldn't get laid, not if he was nineteen and still hadn't had it.
"You're full of shit!" he exclaimed. "I don't believe a word of it!"
"It's true!" Richie demanded. "I met this girl at the church dance and I screwed her."
"All you did was go there and meet a girl and she said 'Oh, Richie, I want you to fuck me!"
"No, stupid," he explained, "after the dance I started walking her home. I was holding her hand, then I put my arm around her. When we passed the park where all the kids go I tell her 'let's sit down for a little while.'
"So we're sitting on this bench for maybe twenty minutes just kissing. Then I put my hand on her tits, and she doesn't stop me! So, then, I move my hand down to her cunt and press on it through the dress, and she still doesn't stop me!
"Finally, I take the chance. I put my hand under the dress and put my hand into her panties and then I stick my finger into her cunt.
"I almost dropped dead when I put my finger in! I thought I was gonna shoot right in my fuckin' pants. I'm sticking my finger in and out for maybe ten minutes. Then she starts makin' funny noises.
"Right away I pull my finger out 'cause I thought I was hurtin' her or somethin' but she tells me to keep goin' and to keep goin' even faster. I do like she says and a minute later she's pouring all over the damn place. On my finger, on her legs, everywhere. I thought, maybe, I busted her and she was bleeding to death, but she was havin' her orgasm.
"Anyway, she had her orgasm, and then she tells me she wants to play with my cock.
"I told her no. I was so fuckin' scared that maybe she had the syph or somethin' or that she was crazy and was gonna cut it off.
"She keeps askin' and as she's askin' her hands rubbin' the outside of my pants. I had a mother hard on like you wouldn't believe and she starts pullin' the zipper down. I told her I couldn't whip it out right here. What if somebody passes by, right?
"So then you know what she tells me?"
David, meanwhile, was fascinated by his story and he was unable, for a few seconds, to recognize the question.
"Well," Richie demanded, "do you know what she says?"
"No," David muttered weakly.
"She tells me that if we go to her apartment house there's this little room in the cellar near the washing machines that nobody ever uses and that we can go there.
"I ask her what for and she says that nobody will ever bother us there, no matter what we do. She starts smiling and almost laughing.
"Anyway, I go with her to the apartment house and down to the cellar. It was really fuckin' dark. I couldn't see a damn thing, but she knows where she's going, and so I follow her.
"Finally we come to this door. She opens it and tells me to come in with her. She flicks the switch real fast to see if there's anybody there. There's no one, so she turns off the light again. She's leading me through the dark; the only light is somethin' coming from this little window high up the wall and it took me a couple of minutes before I could almost make things out, and even then things were only shadows.
"As soon as we get into the room she grabs my cock and tries gettin' it outta my pants. In a split second I got my pants down around my knees. She starts playin' with my soft cock and as soon as she touched it it started gettin' hard.
"As soon as it's hard as a rock she starts jerkin' me off. I was so fuckin' excited that I shot all over her hand and on the floor and everyplace.
"Then she tells me that I gotta fuck her! Right after I shot! I told her that my cock was too sensitive and that she's gotta wait a little while.
"She tells me that if I don't fuck her now she's gonna leave. Right away she pulled her dress over her hips and pulls her panties down. She lays down on a bench and tells me to put it in her. I walk over and get between her legs. Finally I put my cock in and start humpin' on her. My cock was hurtin' like a bastard for a while, but then it starts feelin' really fuckin' good.
"She puts her legs around me and starts making noises again. I tell her to shut up or else somebody'll hear us and catch us. I was really scared, but I wanted to fuck her too, so it didn't make any difference.
"I keep pounding my cock into her until, like after ten minutes, I shoot. I thought I was gonna bust with all the scum that came pumping outta me.
"After I shot I try to get outta her cunt, but she tells me that she didn't come yet and that I gotta keep goin' until she does.
"My fuckin' cock was killin' me, but I kept on goin' in and out until she finally comes again.
"After all that I tell her to give me her phone number and she tells me no, but if I want I can meet her someplace next week. I told her that I could meet her at the next church dance and she says okay and that was that."
David was interested and excited by his younger brother's story. His erection was outlined through his pants and he wanted to run to the bathroom and jerk off.
"Well, Dave, do you believe me?"
David nodded and asked "how old is the girl?"
"She's fifteen. I think. I'm not sure. But who gives a shit?"
"Well," David concluded, "my little brother finally grew up." He spoke with a sickly smile that was so fake it was obvious to Richie.
"What's the matter with you?" Richie asked noticing the expression on David's face.
"Nothin'. "
"How was it the first time you got laid?" Richie asked.
David was shocked and unprepared by the question. Immediately things went through his mind about the way he would lie to his brother.
"I mean, you got laid, didn't you."
"Sure!" he exclaimed. "Then how was it?"
"I got it," he lied, "When I was fourteen..."
"Fourteen!? " Richie interrupted.
"Yeah. I was going with this chick for a few months. We were in high school. At least I was in high school. She was in Junior High.
"Then one night we go to her house and there's nobody home. I start playing with her tits and her cunt and when I try to put my cock in she doesn't stop me and I fucked her, and that was it."
"Did you ever screw her again?" Richie demanded.
For a few moments David couldn't answer, but finally, all he could say was a simple "Yes."
"How many times?"
David's lies were getting away with him. "After that night I fucked her at least two or three times a week."
"Wow!" Richie exclaimed, obviously impressed.
David was becoming excited and interested in his own tale and decided to continue telling it.
"I went with that girl for more than a year. I thought she was pregnant once."
"Was she really pregnant, now?" Richie interrupted.
"No, but by that time I was gettin' bored with her and her friends."
"Her friends?"
"Yeah, sometimes I used to fuck her and then some of her friends would come by and I would fuck them too. They used to blow me and I used to eat them out."
Richie was sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for more exciting details.
"After her I found this other girl who was sixteen. I was fifteen, but she didn't mind. She said I had a bigger cock than most of the eighteen year olds she knew. I fucked her about a dozen times a week. Every time I saw her I had to screw her and she loved it.
"I went with this chick for more than two and a half years. I stopped seein' her about three months ago, and since then I haven't had it at all."
"How come you stopped seein' that girl."
"You see, she had somethin' wrong with her cunt. I don't know what it was, but they put her in the hospital so she could get rid of it. When I found that she was sick I decided to cut out."
"And you haven't had it since?"
"Nope," said David acting terribly depressed about the fact.
That night in the park was the first time for Richie and the first time David had lied about it. Ever since that night he was constantly making up stories about his sexual conquests to his brother and to David's friends.
The story was told so often by David that sometimes even he believed it to be true. But each time he completed relating the 'incident' he would become terribly depressed and, more often than not, would return home and find himself masturbating for self-pity and for release of his sexual tension.
At noon, that Friday, Mrs. Walters asked if he would like to go to the luncheonette with her.
"Are you going shopping again?" he asked recalling that they had gone the day before.
"No, just going to get something to eat, and I thought you might like to come with me."
David accepted graciously and when the noon whistle blew in the factory, which was more than a mile away, everyone evacuated the office as if the lunch whistle was an air raid warning.
Most of the twenty five office workers always went to the same luncheonette directly across from the office building. Some, including David and Mrs. Walters, occasionally would bother walking an extra two blocks to another luncheonette.
That Friday David and Mrs. Walters and two other workers went to the other luncheonette. Most of the forty-five minutes they spent sitting was occupied with Mrs. Walters relating her problems for the hundredth time.
The two secretaries were bored with her old story and ignored it as graciously as they possibly could. David, however, was always interested in hearing about it and listened intently.
As Mrs. Walters spoke she noticed that the only one interested in her monologue was David, so now, instead of moving her head from side to side, she directed all her statements at David.
As he ate he felt sorry for her. At first he thought the food was disagreeing with him, but he recalled that he had the same sensation each time he heard the story.
At five minutes before one they all left; the two secretaries taking the lead with David and Mrs. Walters following a few paces behind.
"David," she began, very pathetically, "I'm always so lonely."
"Gee," he said, "I wish I could help you."
"No one," she began as she pulled a handkerchief from her purse, "can help me."
Her eyes glassed up and it seemed as if she were going to cry.
"Don't cry, Mrs. Walters," David suggested.
"I'm sorry that I'm always burdening you with my problems, but it's just that I have no one else to turn to."
"What about your daughter?"
"She's much too young to understand."
"Haven't you ever considered remarrying?"
"Oh, David," she exclaimed, "who wants to marry a thirty nine year old widow with a grown daughter. Besides, I'm not as attractive as I used to be."
"I think you're very attractive."
"You're just saying that to make me feel good, aren't you?"
"No, I really mean it. If you weren't older than me I'd take you out."
"You would? You mean you really would?"
"Yes," he said sensing that he was getting himself into something he wasn't quite prepared for.
"Would you like to take me out?"
"Well ... I mean ... it's just that...."
"I thought so. You were just trying to be nice to an old lady."
"Stop calling yourself an old lady!" David demanded. "You look as young as any of the girls I go out with now."
"Thank you," she said sarcastically.
"No! I really mean it, and just to prove it to you I will take you out."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean I want you to go out with me tonight. That is, if you can."
"Of course I can! I'd love to!"
"Good, then all you have to do is give me your address and then I'll pick you up."
"But I have one problem."
"What's that?" he asked, hoping that it would be a major difficulty forcing her to stay home that night.
"My daughter. If I go out that means I'll have to leave her home alone. I-I know my daughter she'll be out of the house two seconds after we leave and won't get back until two in the morning."
"Well, what can you do?"
"I know!" she said, suddenly inspired, "I'll make dinner for you at my house tonight and then we can sit and listen to records or talk or do something else. Just as long as I can keep an eye on my daughter."
David nodded in agreement as she gave him directions to her apartment house and also informing him that he should make an appearance at eight o'clock.
When they returned to the office building Mrs. Walters was elated that she would now be having a guest after so many years. She realized that it was just David, but she also realized that it was better than nothing and would try to make the most of the situation.
For the next four hours, until five o'clock David pondered about the impending dinner. He expected it to be quite boring, and, most likely, nothing would come of it. Another three hours of hearing about Mrs. Walters problems.
Well, he decided, he would dress really sharp for the lady to show her that although he may be dumb he was still good looking.
At five o'clock Mrs. Walters waited for David to get ready before she decided to leave. She cornered him in the elevator and told him, again, the place and the time.
David promised not to be late and when the elevator reached the lobby they walked in opposite directions.
At home, David's mother had dinner prepared for him on the table and he told her to forget about it.
"You're not gonna' eat tonight?" she demanded.
"No, man, I got a date with some girl and I'm gonna eat over at her house."
"Whatsamatter? My food ain't no good for you no more?"
"Ya know what that means, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer from David she answered it herself. "It means that I gotta throw away all this good food."
"Why throw it away? Save it for Richie. He's gotta eat too, you know."
"Richie's goin' to the movies with Susan."
"It figures," he said as he walked from the kitchen and into his bedroom. There was an additional resentment building up, but he decided to let it pass.
He quickly stripped, showered, and dressed for the impending dinner with Mrs. Walters. As the time approached that he would have to leave his home and go to hers greater resentment was swelling up as well as a nice headache.
Before he left he gulped two aspirin with a glass of water and told his mother he wouldn't be back until late. David had already planned out his evening.
He would go to Mrs. Walters apartment, have dinner, then try to leave as soon as she would let him and head for Sams. Tonight was the night David was going to get plowed.
CHAPTER FOUR
David felt foolish as he drove back into the city. The way he was dressed irritated him and when he was near her apartment, he wanted to turn back and change.
Hip-hugging, striped, bell-bottoms and an eight-button white Edwardian jacket just didn't seem to fit into the idea of a dinner with a middle-aged widow. But, he realized, that it was too late to turn back, and besides, who would care what he looked like? Mrs. Walters usually saw him dressed in that fashion, so it wouldn't impress her. The only person it might impress would be her daughter, and it made little difference to David if a fourteen-year-old female liked the way he dressed.
The traffic light turned yellow and he pressed his right foot to the floor to try and beat it before it turned red. He made it and was satisfied with his control of the car. He was usually satisfied with the way the car worked with his handling. He knew exactly how to use the clutch and gas pedal for greater speed. Occasionally he would race other cars on the street and, in most instances, win.
Mrs. Walters' apartment building was one of a cluster of twenty-story buildings all on the lower East Side of Manhattan. There were fifteen buildings, all identical except for numbers, which were usually hidden from view. David arrived at the complex with little difficulty but wasted time trying to find the correct building.
He stopped at the curb and asked a pedestrian for "fourteen." The older gentlemen told him it was around the bend and set off the road. David thanked him and proceeded to follow the instructions.
After he made the turn he found three buildings set off the road.
"Fucking, cock-sucker!" he exclaimed to himself. "How the hell do they make these fucking buildings?"
David knew that one of the three buildings was the correct one, so he would go to each one and try to read the number. He parked the car in a No Parking zone and went to the buildings until he found number fourteen.
Above the entrance was written the number, but it was impossible to see from the street, especially with the light coming from the well-lit lobby making everything black above it.
As he entered the cheaply decorated lobby he noticed the long rows of names of buzzers imbedded into the wall.
He found the one marked "Walters" and pressed. David waited for something to happen, not knowing exactly what. A buzzing sound came from his right and he turned to look at the two large glass doors, from where the noise was coming.
He pushed the horizontal hanging across the door just as the noise stopped. The doors refused to move and he realized that he had to push while it was still buzzing. He pressed her button again and stood ready at the door waiting for the noise.
David jumped and immediately pressed the bar when the sound returned. The door swung open easily and he entered.
The lobby had an odor of old, decaying garbage, somewhat similar to his own apartment building. All apartment buildings, he assumed, smelled the same way. The furnishings in the lobby also reminded him of old garbage, just that it had recently been repainted.
Fake flowers grew from fake dirt and cigarette burns were visible everywhere there was something which would burn.
He followed the elevator sign and passed the mail room. Row upon row of tin boxes were dug into the wall, and each had a single name on it with an apartment number.
The elevator was sitting open when David reached it and he entered. Even the elevator had the strange smell as do all the elevators in lower, middle and middle class apartment houses. The people who lived in these apartments were interested only in lower rents. The esthetic appeal of the building was secondary.
Pieces of fiberglass were torn from the walls of the elevators, so the painters just disregarded the holes and painted into them.
The trip to the ninth floor was slow and tedious, and, because of the lack of numbers over the door, he never knew if he was getting closer or if the elevator had stopped.
Just to make sure the elevator did not go beyond the ninth floor he pressed his finger on the number nine button until the doors opened.
When the doors opened he assumed he was on the ninth floor and followed the arrow directing him to the right side of the floor. Each door was lettered, but not in the correct order, so he was forced to inspect each door closely until he found "G" which belonged to Mrs. Walters.
He pressed the bell in the center of the door and waited for the little slit to open from the inside. A little lever was pushed and an eye peered at David from the inside of the apartment.
The door swung open and there stood Mrs. Walters.
"Hello, David!" she exclaimed.
David nodded and walked in without the expected invitation. Mrs. Walters stepped aside to let him enter and closed the door behind him. He walked into the living room, which was the room in the apartment. Besides the living room, there was just a bedroom, bathroom, and a kitchenette. The major room occupied three-fifths of the apartment with the other three rooms sharing the rest.
"How've you been, David?" she asked, sounding as if she hadn't seen him for months.
"I'm okay," he said noncommittally.
"Vera? Vera? Come in here, please," she called into the bedroom.
From the bedroom walked in a petite young blonde. She was no more than five feet tall and weighed no more than a hundred pounds.
"Well, David, this is Vera, my daughter."
"Hi," Vera said as she put out her hand.
"Hi," David returned as he took the little white hand into his and shook it gently. He reminded himself that she was a very little girl and that he had better be careful not to hurt her hand. Therefore, his hand wiggled like a wet rag.
"Why don't you and Vera get acquainted while I finish getting dressed?"
For only a few minutes David and Vera spoke to each other about trivial things.
Vera was very outgoing and vivacious while David asked and answered questions in the fewest number of words.
She asked what he did for a living, how old he was, what kind of car he had, and so on. David usually repeated her questions, but her answers would turn into long monologues.
The dining room table, which was set up in the living room, had three settings on it. Finally Mrs. Walters appeared with the appetizer of half melons filled with whipped heavy cream.
"Let's get started," she told them.
David and Vera stood up simultaneously and made a very poor couple. David standing well over six feet, big and muscular, and Vera short and thin.
Mrs. Walters put two plates of melon on the table and instructed Vera to go into the kitchen to get the other. After the melon was served there came lamb chops and a salad with Russian dressing. For dessert they had simple eclairs and coffee for David and Mrs. Walters and milk for Vera.
Vera, throughout the entire meal, glanced constantly at the clock over the couch.
"What's the matter?" her mother asked, noticing her daughter's constant interest in the time.
"Mickey's going to come and pick me up to go to the movies."
"I thought you said you were going to stay home tonight with me?"
"I was," Vera explained, "but he called me up this afternoon and asked me out, so I told him okay."
"Well, I don't mind you going out with Mickey to the movies, but I want you home by twelve o'clock. Do you understand?"
She nodded and accepted the terms of the agreement.
All during the meal, whenever David spoke to Mrs. Walters, it was only on a formal basis. Not once did he use her first name, probably because he didn't know what her first name was.
It was only after Vera left that Mrs. Walters and David got onto a first-name basis.
At eight-thirty the doorbell rang. Vera jumped up and grabbed her jacket, which was lying on the couch.
"Good night," he yelled as she opened the door and went out.
Mrs. Walters laughed and said, "Quite a little girl I have there, don't you think?"
"Yep," David agreed. "And she's very pretty for such a young girl. I bet she'll grow up to be just like her mother."
Mrs. Walters blushed at the compliment.
"Well," David said as he stood up, "thank you for the dinner. It was really enjoyable."
Mrs. Walters panicked. "Where are you going, David?" she demanded.
"I figured I'd better be going, Mrs. Walters."
"Don't call me Mrs. Walters, David. Call me Ida. You know that's my name. Now, what's this business about you wanting to go? I thought you would enjoy my company for at least a few more hours.
"Please stay?" she begged.
"Well, okay, but what are we going to do?"
"What kind of music do you like?"
"Me? Well, I guess I like all kinds of music but mostly rock and roll."
"Oh, Darn," she exclaimed pathetically. "I don't have any kind of music like that, but I do have some nice soft-type records. I'll put some on and then we can talk for a little while."
She stood up from the table and went to a portable stereo. Pulling out a handful of albums, she selected a few romantic singers and put them on the spindle.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Sure, what have you?"
"Scotch, rye, brandy, vermouth. Just name it."
It seemed paradoxical to David that a widow living with only her young daughter should have a complete stock of liquor.
"I'll take a scotch and water, Mrs. Walters."
"Ida," she reminded.
"Ida," he repeated obediently.
She went into the kitchen and within minutes returned with two very large glasses filled with scotch, water, and a few ice cubes. As she handed one glass to David she sat on the couch alongside him.
"How do you like my apartment?" she asked.
David moved his head from side to side and glanced around the room. "Very nice," he commented.
Mrs. Walters gulped her scotch quickly and returned to the kitchen to refill it. When she returned to the living room again, her glass was just half-filled and the color of the liquid was much darker. She had half a glass of straight scotch with just a few ice cubes.
Within minutes she had drunk a good portion of the second drink. She pulled closer to David and whispered to him very softly.
"You know, Davey, I've been alone, without a man for the last six years now and I think I'm going to go crazy if I don't find someone to love me once again."
David pulled away from her and began feeling very uncomfortable in this new situation. He had never expected Mrs. Walters to admit to such a fact.
"Davey," she continued, "what I mean to say is that I've watched you grow up from a little boy, when you first came to work in the office, to a grown man. After working in that office for more than eight years I always wondered what it would be like to go out on a date with you.
"Naturally, I couldn't expect you to ask me out. I'm much older than you. Damn!" she exclaimed. "I must be nearly fifteen years older than you."
"Mrs. Walters..."
"Ida," she interrupted.
"Ida, listen, I'm much too young for you. Besides," he said nervously, "it's getting late and I think that I had better be getting home."
David knew, indirectly, what she wanted from him, and he was determined not to do it. She was more like a friend or mother to him, and it was impossible for him to see himself making love to the woman. As David stood up she pulled on his shirt with a great tug. To avoid tearing the cuff he went with the pull and fell onto the couch again.
"Don't go," she demanded as she gulped the remainder of the scotch. "I'm tired of being alone all the time. I want to stay with you for at least a little while longer. Please, David, do a lonely woman a favor?"
The young man felt sorry for the woman and decided to stay with her for a little bit longer. But no more than an hour.
"All right," he said firmly. "I'll stay, but I don't want to fool around or anything."
"Fool around?" she asked, insulted. "What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing," was all he could say. If he said any more, he knew, he would only end up getting himself in trouble by saying the wrong thing.
"What do you think?" she began angrily. "I was going to rape you or something?"
"No, I just meant that it doesn't seem right for me to be here with an older woman."
"Why?" she demanded. "Is it because I'm ugly? Or maybe because my breasts aren't as firm as they used to be, or because I've dried up to some kind of prune?"
"No," he said apologetically, "as a matter-of-fact, I think you're a very nice-looking woman, as good as any of the younger girls."
"Thank you," she said as she nodded her head. The two drinks, taken in quick succession, were beginning to take their effect and her head was moving much less than under normal control.
"Do you want another drink?" she asked.
He hadn't finished the first one yet and shook his head.
Nevertheless, she pulled the glass from his hand forcefully. His fingers were wrapped around the glass tightly, and when she pulled it away it swung from his hand to hers, causing a small amount of the liquid to fall onto his pants.
He jumped up and wiped the liquid from him, but he knew it was useless to try to clean it away like that.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Walters. "I'm so sorry," she said as she plied the cloth of his pants trying to force the liquid onto her own hand.
He brushed her hand away, brusquely. "Get me a napkin or something," he demanded.
With both glasses in her hand she ventured into the kitchen. In moments she returned with a large dish towel and handed it to David.
He took it from her and tried to get most of the dampness transferred from his pants onto the cloth.
Mrs. Walters, meanwhile, returned to the kitchen. She stood by the sink and, clutching the edge with her hands, swayed for a few seconds until she regained her normal balance.
She emptied the contents of David's glass and filled it to the brim with large and small chunks of ice. Before pouring the fresh liquor into his glass, however, she poured an ounce into her own glass and swallowed it in one gulp.
The harsh liquid burned her throat and her stomach, but she knew the new power would only increase the sensations she was. already experiencing.
As the burning sensation receded from her throat she poured the scotch into David's glass. She watched, fascinated, as the liquid grew around the pieces of ice.
"Remarkable," she told herself, "absolutely remarkable the way they make ice these days."
After she finished speaking she thought over the words she had just said and realized that they made absolutely no sense at all. "It's just scotch," she rationalized to herself.
With one glass in each hand, she tottered into the living room and sat on the couch with a thud.
David expected her to put the glasses down on the coffee table before she sat, but she didn't. He closed his eyes as she fell, waiting for the liquid in the glasses to go flying all over her dress and the couch.
Opening his eyes he found that she was dry, miraculously, he agreed inwardly. He took one glass from her hand but she pulled it away from him.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"This one," she said as she thrust the other glass towards him, "is yours."
He accepted it and wondered what the difference was between the contents of the two glasses. He tipped the glass to his lips! Before it even reached his lips, the odor of the straight scotch told him that this was to be a potent drink. A drink to get him high at the very least if he were to finish it. He tasted it, cautiously, and realized that it was too powerful. Replacing the drink onto the coffee table he sat opposite Mrs. Walters.
"Come," she said as she patted the pillow on her right, "sit next to me. Talk to me like a friend. We're not in the office," she reminded, "and you can feel free to talk to me as an equal."
"An equal?" he exclaimed to himself. "What the fuck made her better than me?" he asked.
"You come and sit next to me!" he demanded. He realized that it was a stupid request. There was no room for anything on the chair and it would be impossible for her to place herself on it with him.
Nevertheless, she stood up and put her drink onto the coffee table. She plopped down, quite ungraciously, on the arm of the chair and forced her body to remain upright, even though gravity was pulling her to the floor.
David pulled away from her so she could straddle the armrest. He was surprised that she did as he requested, and hoped that she would also find it so uncomfortable to sit like that that she would be forced to return to her original seat.
She put her arm around David's broad shoulders and was now able to balance herself quite well.
David froze with her touch as her fingers applied pressure to his left shoulder.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked as she swayed from side to side, still holding on to his arm.
"Sure, I feel fine," she lied. She felt sick from drinking so much so fast, but there were reasons behind her every action, and she was determined to follow through until her reasons were completed.
"You sure as hell don't look too good," he admitted frankly. "As a matter-of-fact you look drunk. Maybe you should just go to bed and sleep it off."
"Are you coming to bed with me?" she asked with a laugh.
Her words embarrassed him and for a few seconds he couldn't answer. Finally, he was able to mutter a no, but not until she was rubbing the palm of her hand around the top of his left arm.
"I think I'd better leave," he said, slightly frightened at her sudden forwardness.
"I thought you were a man," she said, as she pulled her arm away from him. "You're nothing but a little boy. I want you to make love to me. Treat me like a woman, not like your superior."
"I'm trying to treat you with respect," he said meekly.
Disregarding his words, she made another request. "Kiss me." She bent her head towards him and tried to force her lips onto his.
"Stop, will ya, damn it! You're acting like a little kid."
She pulled away from him and stood up. As she swayed from side to side he grabbed her around the hips and led her to the couch.
He gently placed her onto the couch and let her head rest against the back of the couch.
"Leave me alone," she demanded. Her eyes were closed and everything inside her head twirled around quickly.
"Listen, Mrs. Walters, I don't know what it is you want from me, but we have nothing in common. Maybe I had just better go."
"No!" she exclaimed trying to get herself into an upright sitting position, "Don't go."
"What am I supposed to do here?" he demanded, slightly angry.
"Won't you even give me a little kiss?" she pleaded with him.
"Not until you sober up," he said firmly.
David was sober and realized that there was nothing horribly wrong with kissing her, except that it would be quite different kissing an older woman. And this one wanted him to kiss her.
"That's okay, Mrs. Walter-Ida," he corrected himself.
She continued weeping and he wanted her to stop. He hated it when a woman cried. They always had some strange tendency to cry at any little thing.
David thrust his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief.
"Here," he said as he pressed the handkerchief into her hand. "Wipe your eyes and stop that damn crying."
He was shocked with the sudden change which overcame her just because moisture from her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry," she moaned constantly.
Fucking shit, he thought to himself. If all she wants is a kiss, what the hell? It isn't going to hurt me to wet her lips a little bit.
David realized that he had to force himself to kiss the woman, but he was satisfied in the knowledge that once it was over she would be happy and then he could go home.
From the kitchen came the steady whistle of the water as it boiled and forced steam through the small opening of the spout of the kettle.
"Coffee's ready," David announced. "I'll go get you a cup, and then you'll be okay. What do you want in it?"
"I thank you."
David was surprised at her uncalled for statement. "Thank me? For what?"
"For being so nice to me," she said.
"Sure," he said sarcastically.
He went to the kitchen and poured the boiling water into the cup containing a spoonful of ground coffee. The cup tottered on the saucer as he carried it into the living room and warned her that it was very hot.
She sipped it and pulled her head away quickly. "It's hot," she announced, apparently surprised.
"I just told you it was hot. Shit, don't you listen?"
"I'm sorry."
"And stop being sorry for every damn thing," he almost yelled at her.
"Don't go, David. Please?"
Fucking shit, he thought to himself. If all she wants is a kiss, "Good!" she said happily.
"Drink the coffee."
For the next fifteen minutes she slowly sipped the coffee, occasionally blowing on the top of the cupful to slightly cool it until it was drinkable.
After she finished the coffee she excused herself and went to the bathroom. She walked more steadily now that she had stopped drinking the liquor and that she had drunk the coffee.
David waited impatiently, smoking two cigarettes during the wait, until she returned. Her hair was fixed again, her dress was neater, and her face was freshly scrubbed to clear the dried tears away.
"How do I look now?" she asked as she paraded before him.
"Very nice."
She was smiling, but suddenly her expression changed to one of sorrow. She sat on the couch next to David and put his hard muscular hand between her two delicate hands.
"I made a fool of myself? Didn't I?"
"No, not really. You just had too much to drink, that's all."
"I'm sorry if I did or said anything that may have offended you."
David's anger rose again. She was still sorry and she was still telling him about it. Why didn't she just forget about the while business. "No, really. All you did was drink too much and acted sort of strange."
"Do you still like me?" she asked as if she was a child asking a parent who had just scolded her.
"I still like you," he said patronizingly. "As a matter-of-fact, I like you better when you're sober. You look a hell of a lot prettier now that you're not crying like a baby."
David, as he spoke to Mrs. Walters, knew that he would eventually have to kiss the woman, no matter how much he may have dreaded the fact.
He put his arm around her shoulders to console her and pressed her left shoulder into his rib cage.
"Don't worry," he whispered as he bent his head down and moved his lips towards hers. He moistened his lips with his saliva and waited for her to push him away, but she didn't budge.
She waited expectantly when she saw him coming towards her and as he moistened his lips a charge of excitement passed into her. As she closed her eyes she felt the soft wet lips press against hers. She opened her mouth slightly waiting for his tongue to enter into her mouth. When the tongue didn't arrive as expected he took the initiative and tried forcing her tongue into his mouth.
David accepted the tongue greedily and for many seconds their tongues brushed against each other.
Mrs. Walters was becoming excited by this semi-new experience. The last time she had been kissed was more than seven or maybe eight years ago, before her husband had died. Even when he was alive kissing was just a simple thing between them, usually no more than a peck on the lips for a second and that would be the end of it.
She recalled the number of times they would be in bed and how, whenever he wanted to screw her, there would never be any foreplay. He would just grab her nightgown, pull it above her waist and tell her to spread her legs. Mr. Walters would arouse himself manually before putting it into her and she resented this greatly. She wanted to excite him like a woman should, but he never wanted to be bothered.
David's tongue played with the inside of her mouth, and she pressed her breast against his chest. She rubbed the nipples through the layers of cloth covering her against his chest until he could feel them harden.
She pulled her mouth away from him and moaned, "Make love to me."
David knew what it was she wanted and his hand immediately pressed against the back of her dress, trying to find the zipper. He found it, and, with forefinger and thumb, slowly pulled it all the way down her back.
Mrs. Walters was becoming excited to such a degree that she pulled herself away from him and stood up. She pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood, semi-naked, in front of David and demanded that he strip her completely.
David, by now also excited, reached up and placed both hands onto her breasts. She pressed her chest closer into his hands as they piled with the soft flesh through the thick cloth.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said as he stood up and took her by the hand.
She followed obediently and stepped out of her dress and left it lying on the floor.
In the bedroom, without any assistance from David, she completed stripping herself, and she stood proudly naked before him.
David went berserk with excitement. This was the first time in his life he ever saw a woman completely naked, except, of course, in the magazine, but this was a real live woman who was naked, not just a picture.
His hands flew around her body, clutching her breasts, her ass, her cunt, trying to touch, feel, sense, everything about her.
"Screw me," she whispered.
His fingers found her vagina and pressed against the warm wet fold of skin. Instinctively a finger entered into her cunt and she tightened the muscles of her vagina around the single finger. Slowly, and with pleasure, the finger slipped in and out until she groaned, clutched her legs together, and orgasmed.
David had never seen a female come, and he was surprised at her actions. She seemed very happy about the whole thing, and David wanted her to continue.
The apartment was absolutely still. The only sounds which could be heard were those of Mrs. Walters breathing and the creaking of the bed as David moved his hand up and down.
"Take off your clothes," she demanded.
David, by now, was feeling extremely excited. He was covered with perspiration and his erect cock was hurting as it pressed against his pants.
"I want to see your cock," she demanded.
David, in a semi-daze, stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt just as he heard a clicking sound coming from the living room.
"What's that?" he asked excitedly.
"Oh, shit," Mrs. Walters said, "it must be my daughter."
"What time is it?" he asked as he glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the night table.
"It must be about midnight. That's the time she's supposed to be home."
"What do we do now?" David asked, slightly panicky.
"You go out there and put your jacket on and unlatch the door. I locked the door from the inside, so she won't be able to get in until you let her in."
At that moment the bell rang.
"That's her," she continued. "Now go out there and tell her I'm in the bathroom or something. Just give me enough time to get dressed."
David buttoned his shirt and went into the living room. The coolness of the room, compared to the bedroom, made him shake. He realized that his back was covered with sweat and he put on his jacket. As he walked to the door he ran his fingers through his hair to make it appear at least nearly normal.
When he reached the door he flicked all the switches and flooded the entire room with light. He glanced around nervously as he unlatched the door.
The door clicked and he pulled it open. The doorknob was smooth and cool. It didn't remind him of anything.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vera and her little boyfriend, whom David hadn't seen when he came to pick her up, stood in the doorway.
"How come the door was locked?" she asked as she entered the living room.
"I didn't even know it was locked. Your mother must have done it or something."
The little boy entered behind Vera and glanced up at David for a second.
"Hello," David said to him.
"Hi," he answered as he passed by him.
Rick, which was the name of the little boy, was an obnoxious little brat; he acted and spoke like one. He was dressed in the style of fifteen-year-old males. Bellbottoms, which did a good job of hiding his skinny legs, except for the thighs which nearly burst through the legs of the pants. The color of the pants was a bright orange which clashed nicely with his deep brown shirt.
His hair, black and dirty, hung well down his neck, and covered his ears completely.
"Who's your friend?" asked David.
"Where's my mother?" asked Vera, disregarding David's question.
"She is in the toilet." He disliked using the word bathroom. Somehow, it seemed dirty to him, and he avoided using it as much as possible.
"He's Rick, my boyfriend. That's David," she told Rick as she nodded towards David. "He works in my mother's office or something like that."
David put out his hand to the boy and the boy did-likewise. David, realizing that Rick was not a girl gave him a manly handshake which tore a muscle in the boy's arm.
"Holy shit!" Rick exclaimed. "What are you try in' to do? Kill me or something?"
"Sorry," David laughed.
Rick tore off his imitation leather jacket and flung it onto a chair. He sat on the couch and twiddled his thumbs until it became irritating to David.
"Do you mind?"
"Mind what?" Rick asked.
"Your damned fingers."
"What about them?"
"They move beautifully, but would you please stop twisting them around."
This guy's nuts, Rick remarked to himself.
Vera, meanwhile, was in the kitchen preparing sodas for Rick and herself. She returned to the living room and asked if David would like one also.
David declined the offer but asked if there was any coffee made.
Vera said there was none, but that she would put on the kettle for water.
She returned again to the living room with the two glasses in her hands and handed one to Rick. It was supposedly only Coke, but there was also a drop of rum in it. The children thought they were grown up.
David watched as they sipped the sodas in silence. She (Vera) was a very pretty girl and would have some body when she grew up.
After many minutes of dressing, combing her hair, and repairing her face, Mrs. Walters returned to the living room, acting as if nothing had just happened.
David was still in a state of nonreality. He remembered finger-fucking her, but it seemed as if he had only dreamed it rather than really having done it.
Mrs. Walters ignored his eyes completely.
She felt guilty that she was forced to undress herself in front of a man, even though it was her own desire to do so. She wanted to enjoy sex with David, and she was determined that it would eventually happen.
"Hello, kids," she brightly greeted them. "How was the movie?"
"It was pretty good," said Vera.
"I thought it stunk," decided Pock.
Mrs. Walters ignored their answers and went to David and asked if he felt okay.
He nodded and looked at her suspiciously. She forgot about the whole thing already, he told himself.
The two children finished their sodas and carried the empty glasses into the kitchen.
Rick, looking into the living room, saw as Mrs. Walters and David sat on the couch. He quickly turned around to Vera and pulled her towards him and planted a wet wild kiss onto her lips.
She accepted his small immature tongue into her mouth graciously and sucked on the tip of it for a few seconds.
Nervously, Rick pulled away from her and looked through the doorway into the living room. They were still sitting on the couch, so he felt it was safe to continue for at least a few more moments.
He kissed her again and as her lips brushed across his hairless face her hips began twisting into his groin. She wanted to cause an erection inside Rick's pants, so she ground against him even harder.
Through the layers of clothing between the two of them, it was impossible for her to tell if he had an erection or not, so she became very bold and thrust her hand between the two groins.
"Hey!" he whispered as he jumped back from her hand trying to feel his cock.
Her hand withdrew quickly and went around his back, pressing him closer so she could kiss him again.
Rick's anger was only temporary and he returned his lips to hers and played with her tongue for a few more moments. Finally, as fear grew within him that her mother might suddenly enter the room he pulled himself away completely and told her they had better get out of the kitchen before her mother got suspicious.
Vera was sullen, but she accepted his argument and agreed that it was true. They returned to the living room to find Mrs. Walters and David kissing each other.
The two children stood in the doorway, fascinated by the sight of two adults kissing, and apparently with great passion. David's arms were wrapped tightly around Ida's shoulders as both kept their mouths opened, trying to force the other's tongue into it.
Rick wanted to enter the room, but without letting them know that he and Vera had been watching. He decided to cause a diversion of some sort so he could enter. He turned around and slammed the refrigerator door, hard.
The sound echoed through the kitchen and into the apartment.
Rick looked into the living room once more and found they had disengaged themselves, and were now just sitting there talking.
He and Vera walked into the living room, acting ignorant of what they had just seen. David wiped his hand across his face to clean away the saliva dripping down his chin.
David was now excited to the point that he hoped the two children would leave so he and Ida could really make love to each other. He wanted to fuck her now and he heard the word screaming through his mind, accompanied by the picture of his cock sliding in and out of her juicy cunt.
"Tell the kids to go away," he whispered to Mrs. Walters.
"How?" She could see of no plausible explanation she could give the kids that would make them want to leave. The only thing she could think of would be to tell Vera to go to sleep, and that would force Rick to leave.
"It's after midnight, and I think it's kind of late for two young kids to be up."
She agreed and nodded at his suggestion.
"Vera," she began in a very gentle tone, "I think it's time you went to bed and that Ricky went home. It's after twelve you know."
"Yes, Mother," Vera agreed.
Rick knew that he had to get out, so he immediately picked up his jacket, slipped it on and went towards the door with Vera walking a few steps behind him.
"Can I see him to the door?" asked Vera, referring to the entrance to the building.
"No, you'd better not. It's too late, and I don't want you walking through those halls all by yourself. Ricky is old enough to see himself out."
Vera opened the door for Rick and as he walked through it she told him to call tomorrow afternoon. He agreed and went home.
Rick, or Richard Johnson, lived within the same complex of buildings which Vera and her mother lived. His building was around the bend and right on the road, or about two thousand families away.
He hated living in such cramped quarters with so many different people. Families living in the same building were total strangers and he swore that when he grew up he would get himself a house out in the country where there were fewer people and more room.
Meanwhile, Vera went into the bathroom with her nightgown and robe.
She stepped into the bathtub and turned on the spray for the shower. Her pure white body glistened with the warm moisture and she watched as she washed herself through a large mirror against one wall of the bathtub.
Her thin, small fingers inspected her small, recently blooming breasts and she was very proud of them. They weren't nearly as big as some of the breasts of some of the girls she had seen in school, but she thought that because they were small and firm, that they were also more appealing to men (or boys).
No one had ever seen her breasts, except her mother, which didn't count. She wanted to show them to Rick or to some other boy and let him inspect them with his hands. She wanted him to squeeze the nipples until they hardened and hurt and she wanted him to lick them until the feeling drove her crazy.
But she knew, unconsciously, that it would never happen with Rick.
He was too immature, she was sure, to even attempt touching her and it would be many years before he would even try.
She wanted an older man to make love to her. Vera had never experienced love with anyone. The closest she ever came was with Rick and that was only kissing, which she was beginning to find boring. She wanted something more. What it was she couldn't exactly say, but she knew there was something lacking.
As she washed herself she imagined the sight of a man's organ. Vera had never seen a man's cock before.
Once she tried to go into those stores in Times Square where they sell all those books with pictures of men and women all naked and with nothing on at all. As soon as she stuck her head into the door, though, the manager told her to get out and come back in ten years if she was still interested by then.
Her friend, Diana, showed her a book once which was the story of two people making love to each other. They were in a bed and they were fucking.
There was a description of a man's cock, but it was hard for her to visualize the organ. All she could see was a long thing coming out from between the man's legs and with a round head.
"One of these days," she swore to herself, "I'm gonna get a good look at a man's cock and let him put it in me."
The description of the cock excited her slightly, and her hand went to the area of her tight vagina.
Her cunt was covered with no more than a light down of brownish-red hair, nothing compared to her mother's. She saw her mother's cunt covered with a big forest of long brown hair.
Vera's fingers teased the clitoris and labia until she decided it was time for her to slip her finger into her tight cunt and let the juices flow.
Slowly the finger slipped in and out. Each time the finger slipped out the water spraying from the shower would wash the finger clean and provide a new lubricant for her cunt.
The vagina, tight as it was, from a constant lack of use, accepted her finger easily until she began to shudder with the sensations she was providing herself.
Her legs clutched and the finger pushed in even deeper, trying to pound against the uterus.
Because of her age, her orgasm came quickly, and she discharged copiously onto her fingers and hand.
She breathed deeply for a few seconds and washed the area clean for the second time.
Turning off the water she stepped from the tub and dried herself quickly.
After she fastened her nightgown and robe onto her body she went into the living room and saw her mother and David still sitting on the couch.
Their backs were turned towards her and they didn't see her leave the bathroom and enter her room. As she walked from room to room she watched as they kissed.
She was interested, but she was more embarrassed watching her mother kissing a man than interested.
It was a strange experience; something new and unusual; and just slightly revolting.
To Vera her mother always seemed above men. She had never been out with one since her father had died. For many years it seemed as if her mother wasn't even interested in men. At least until now.
With this man she was taking great interest, more than either one of them expected.
David expected a simple night of eating and talking with absolutely no relationship with the woman. She had expected a night of companionship with, perhaps, just the possibility of a kiss from him, but nothing more.
Vera, very interested in what was going on outside her room, refused to fall asleep, even though it tugged at her mind for a long time.
She lay in bed, quietly, waiting to hear any unusual noise that might come from the living room, but nothing ever came.
For more than an hour David and Mrs. Walters kissed each other fervently, with an occasion hand across the breasts or on the thigh, but never anything more. The incident in the bedroom, when David finger-fucked her, was forgotten.
By two o'clock in the morning David was feeling tired of kissing and playing with her. He wanted to do more, but was terribly afraid of making anything which might even be considered a sexual advance.
"I've got to get going," he told her.
"Why? It's still early."
"It's not early at all. It's after two and I'm beat." He stood up and stamped his feet on the floor to bring his pants legs down to the right position.
Ida stood and pushed her hair back with one hand as David pulled on his jacket.
She walked him to the door and pressed him for one final kiss. He consented readily and told her that he would see her on Monday, in the office.
"Thank you, David," she whispered as he walked down the hall to the elevator.
"Good night," he told her. "Get plenty of rest."
CHAPTER SIX
Richie took Susan to the movies that night.
Afterwards they returned to the park to make love, but found that it was jammed with dozens of others cars, each containing couples making love.
A dark lonely spot was impossible to find, so they drove around the area of the parking lot to find a place that would permit them the opportunity to make love.
Richie was getting restless and horny as he drove up and down lonely streets which were unsuitable for his purpose.
As he drove the car with his left hand, his right hand played with Susan's cunt. He brought her to climax twice within twenty minutes and was finally getting bored with wetting his finger. He wanted to wet his cock.
"This is a load of shit," he announced as he ran over the same blocks that he had traversed previously.
"What's the matter?" Susan asked as he pulled his fingers from her cunt.
"I'm not gonna waste a whole fuckin' night fingerin' you."
"But I like it," she said.
"And it makes my fuckin' finger get too fuckin' tired finger fuckin' you."
"Would you please stop using 'fucking' as the adjective for every 'fuckin" noun," she laughed.
"Fuck you!"
"That's what I'm waiting for."
"Where the hell am I supposed to do it?" he demanded, "In the middle of Main Street? Or maybe in your living room?"
"Let's forget about it for tonight then, okay?"
"Oh, yeah, right. I'm just gonna forget about it for tonight and go home the horniest prick in the world. I'll probably start jerking off all over the fuckin' walls, and I can't let that happen."
"If that's the problem, then I know a place where you can shoot."
"Where?" he asked excitedly as he turned. "Look," she told him.
He turned his head sharply to glance at her and saw that her mouth was wide open. He laughed loudly and commented "That looks like a good idea. Now, I just want you to tell me how?"
"Simple," she declared as she started shifting her body around on the seat.
Richie glanced over again and saw that she was now lying on the seat with her legs and feet on the floor.
"Get it?" she asked as she moved her head closer to his groin.
"Beautiful, baby," he said happily.
Susan's hands played with his pants until she was able to pull the zipper down and reach into his shorts. Her fingers found the flaccid organ and pulled his cock hairs out when she pulled the cock out.
Richie whelped in pain as she tugged with the tight fitting cloth, but he was finally relieved as he felt the cock being released from its confines and exposed to the cool night air.
Susan moved her head onto his prick, but the steering wheel and his belly caused a valley which she couldn't enter.
"Pull the seat back," she whispered.
Releasing his left hand from the steering wheel and replacing it with his right hand, which was caressing her ass, he pulled the lever on the side of the seat and the whole length of the front seat moved back about five inches.
"Just right," she declared.
"Now you can go to it," he told her.
Without a word from her she bent her head down and pulled the cock further from his shorts with her hand. It was too soft, she decided and proceeded to alleviate the horrible condition.
Her mouth opened wide, preparing to take the entire organ in.
Now that it was flaccid, it was the only time she could ever get the whole thing into her mouth without breaking her throat.
The soft flesh entered easily and she sucked on it for a few seconds. As she sucked the soft cock, for those few seconds before it would harden, she was able to also lick his balls which were slightly exposed through the cloth of his shorts.
After the cock was in her mouth for just a few seconds, she felt it begin to throb. With each throb it would grow longer and harder.
Within thirty seconds, the original two inch flaccid piece of meat, was now a stiff six inch cock.
Susan decided that she liked it better when it was hard, at least now she had something to chew on.
The sensations which Richie was experiencing were not very ideal for driving.
Each time she brushed the sensitive head against her teeth, Richie would swerve slightly.
The best time was when the cock was forced into her mouth whenever they hit a bump. Each bump or pothole in the road would make the car jump.
Richie's cock would go up with her head, but her mouth always landed on his cock with a soundless thud. It would be shoved to the back of her throat and she would gasp, pull it away and start licking all over again.
"Chew on it!" he demanded.
She chewed.
"I'm gonna come!" he screamed. The windows were shut tight, so it made little difference if he whispered it or screamed it. But, somehow, the sensations of her tongue and lips on the cock made him want to scream it out.
Susan, when she heard the words, pulled her head away quickly and let the cock standing upright, all wet and already to come.
"What the fuck are you doin?" he demanded when she pulled back.
"I want this to last. When you shoot I want you to shoot like you've never shot before in your life."
"You're nuts!" he declared.
"I'm horny and a cock sucker, and the cocks I suck have got to fuck my mouth really good."
"How the fuck am I supposed to not shoot for the next two hours?"
"Don't worry about it," she answered him. "I know how to do it!"
"How come you never wanted to do it that gone flying, and if it was on the gas pedal, they would have hit a hundred.
He tightened his grip on the wheel as he felt the hot scum shoot into her mouth.
The tingling sensations in his cock were unbearable for a few seconds, as she sucked in the scum and licked the head of the cock.
"That's it!" he demanded.
She continued sucking.
"Cut it out!" he screamed, "you're killin' me!"
He pulled on her hair, lifting her mouth from his cock.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
Richie was quivering with the unusual feelings and he told her that it was hurting too much.
As soon as her mouth released his cock, the once stiff organ began to shrink rapidly. Within seconds it had almost disappeared within his crotch.
"I can't take anymore," he declared, soothing his sore cock with his right hand as his left hand controlled the automobile.
She was slightly depressed that the fun for the night was just about over.
They had no place to go to where they could fuck in privacy, so they would continue driving around trying to do things to each other as they roamed the area.
"Finger me again, then," she demanded.
"Okay, but you'll have to straighten up."
She obeyed immediately and assumed an upright position alongside his body.
His finger slipped into her cunt easily and quickly. Because of the excitement she experienced when she was blowing Richie she had orgasmed once while she sucked on his cock.
Within minutes, after Richie's fingers were inserted, she climaxed again and sighed heavily against him. She pressed her lips to his cheeks and gave him a kiss of thanks.
It was getting late, so Richie decided to try the parking lot again.
He made a 'll' turn on the street he was on and headed toward the lot.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm gonna try the park again. There may be some spots available now," he said as he glanced at his watch and saw that it was after two in the morning.
To his surprise, when he arrived at the park, he found it completely empty.
"There's something wrong," he commented as he stopped the car at the entrance of the lot.
With the headlights turned off he tried to see into the lot and guess why there was no one around.
"Over there!" Susan exclaimed. "There's a car there; in the corner."
Richie strained his eyes in the direction at which she pointed and did see the single car.
"It must be a cop car," he guessed as he released his foot from the brake and entered the lot.
He circled around until he could get close enough to the single car and determine its make. The car passed within twenty yards.
Sitting on the top of the car was a bubble of red. Richie knew it was a cop car and kept moving until he was out of the lot.
"Now what?" asked Susan.
"I'm taking you home."
"So soon."
"What else are we gonna do? I don't know of any place else where we can go that's nice and quiet."
"Don't you have a friend or something who has an apartment?"
"Yeah, I have a friend who has an apartment, but he lives in Jersey. It would take nearly an hour to get there, and I don't know if he's home, and even if he is home, I don't know if he'll let us use his apartment. So you might as well as forget about it."
"Okay," he said, "but why don't you call him up sometime, and ask him if we can use the apartment a couple of times?"
"Sure, next week," he told her as he headed the car in the direction of her home.
He dropped Susan off and promised that he would call his friend next week and ask him if he would like to double date.
As he drove to his own home Richie decided that the damn girl was over sexed. All she ever wanted was to be satisfied, or satisfy someone else. As long as somebody had an orgasm sometime or someplace, and she was directly responsible for it, she would be happy.
Richie's friend was twenty four and lived with some hippy girl. They weren't married and doubted if they ever would be.
It was just a communal relationship. She cleaned his apartment for him and provided him with a lot of sex. In return he would give her a bed, food, and enough money to buy her pot.
The girl was only seventeen; she had run away from home the year before, and Richie's friend, Mickey, picked her up in the Village one night during the summer.
He brought her home, cleaned and fed her, and since had been unable to get rid of her.
She had made herself a permanent fixture in his apartment; he and she both enjoyed the relationship. All he wants is a constant outlet for sex and she is readily available.
Physically, the girl was very petite and of about average beauty, but what she lacked in beauty she made up in sexual ability. She knew how it is for a man when he needs sex, but when he is looking for something different, she was always ready to provide the something different.
Yes, something for two different cocks.
Richie had never met the girl, but Mickey was constantly telling him about her. The problem was that he only saw Mickey on infrequent occasions, either in the Village or at some party. But Mickey never brought the girl with him, especially to parties.
She was much too young, and not really his type, and he let her go her way whenever he didn't want sex from her.
Richie promised himself that he would call him up some day during the coming week and ask if they could use the apartment some night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
David returned home that evening in a semi-stupor.
The events of the preceding few hours really didn't reach him as actually having happened. It seemed more like a dream than anything else.
What had originally started out as a dinner turned into a minor love affair between Mrs. Walters and David.
As he showered he remembered her cunt, and the way it shone as the liquid dripped from it as she climaxed.
He felt excitement, embarrassment, and shame as he masturbated himself in the shower stall.
When he ejaculated he now had a vision of a real woman in his mind: Mrs. Walters. He was determined that he would eventually shoot into her cunt instead of against the wall of the shower.
After he showered and dressed himself for bed he was suddenly filled with a sense of utter confusion.
When he would see Mrs. Walters, he thought quietly, how would he react to her in the office. Would the relationship remain the same-she the secretary and David the lowly office boy?
How could he face her without feeling embarrassed and excited? She couldn't treat him the same way as she did before that Friday night.
It would, by necessity, have to be entirely different. She would have to stop feeling pity for him and begin thinking of him as a man, not just a boy who was always around to do the dirty work.
David would also have to change his attitude towards her. He would have to stop treating her as a superior, but, rather, as an equal.
"Well," he told himself, just as he was dozing off to sleep, "we'll have to see what happens on Monday."
A few hours after David had fallen asleep Richie returned home and he had his own problems.
This was the first night that he hadn't screwed Susan, and he didn't enjoy the fact. But it was also the night he realized that Susan was always ready for some type of sex.
The blow-job which she had given him was nothing unusual. She had sucked his cock dozens of times before, but this was the first time she went wild over his cock.
He assumed that she was ready for anything, and that his friend in Jersey might just be able to provide the right circumstances as well as the place. The objective for the week would be to convince him to let them have it, and he was sure that it would be done.
What he would have to do is promise Susan to Mickey and deal with the hippy girl himself. Two girls in one night appealed to him and he assumed that it would also appeal to Mickey.
On the following Monday David, when he saw Mrs. Walters seated behind her desk, was unsure of himself. How should he act towards her? Make believe the whole thing never happened, he decided, would be the best course of action.
Mrs. Walters was also psychologically a wreck because of the previous Friday night's activities. She felt no shame or guilt about what he had done, but she felt sorry for David.
David, she knew, was obviously not prepared for lovemaking with the older woman, and the best thing she could think of to appease him as well as alleviate his fears would be to wait until David made the advance.
All during the day, they avoided each other; even to the point of not going to lunch together.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed without any recognition between either of them about what happened.
Mrs. Walters was sure that she had made a mistake trying to get David to make love to her.
David was sure that he had made a mistake by not making love to her and that she was angry with him, or at least disappointed with his ability to make love to a real woman.
By Thursday, they were both on edge, especially Mrs. Walters.
Frustrated from waiting for David to make an advance towards her, she decided to take the initiative again and ask him over for dinner again.
During the lunch hour, on Thursday, she asked if David would like to go with her.
He agreed, halfheartedly perhaps, but he still agreed and went with her to lunch.
After many minutes of silence, as they sat at the table in the luncheonette, she finally asked the question.
"David!" she exclaimed. "Why not come over to my house for dinner Saturday night."
Saturday night, he asked himself. Why
Saturday night?
She answered his silent question.
"My daughter is going to a slumber party that night and there won't be anyone around to bother us."
Her implications, she realized, were sufficient for David to pick them up.
He also realized why she wanted him to come over for dinner on Saturday night. If there would be no one there to bother them, they could do anything they wanted without fear of interruption.
"Sounds fine," he told her.
"Can you get there about eight o'clock or so?"
"Why so late?"
"I have to get rid of Vera before that time, and I know she'll waste hours getting ready for her stupid party."
"Okay, then. I'll be there at eight o'clock."
"That'll be just fine," she bubbled happily.
"Wait a minute," David exclaimed, "instead of you making dinner for us, why not let me take you out for dinner that night, and from there we can go back to your apartment. How does that sound?"
She nodded and for the last half hour of the lunch break, they spoke of trivial things, disregarding sex completely.
David decided that it would seem better if he paid to take her out and treat her just like a regular date. It didn't seem right that he should go to her apartment, have dinner, and try to enjoy sex with her.
Also during that week, Richie called his friend Mickey and asked if he would use the apartment for that Friday or Saturday night.
Mickey told him that he might go out either night and wasn't sure if he could let him use the apartment.
"Besides," Mickey asked, "why do you need my apartment anyway?"
Richie didn't want to tell him outright, and muttered, "It would be a nice quiet place to take my girl for the night."
Mickey laughed. "I see, and you're just coming up here for peace and quiet. Listen to records, and things like that, right?"
"Sort of."
"Bullshit. You've got this chick and you want to screw around with her."
"Sort of," Richie repeated.
"Why the hell didn't you just tell me you needed a place to get laid?"
"Okay, I need a place to get laid."
"Good, but I can't let you have the apartment."
"Why not? You just told me that you might go out either night, so I figured I could use it whichever night you weren't."
"True, but whenever someone uses my place to get laid, I want to see who it is first. I mean, I don't want you bringing any prostitutes around here. It might give me a bad name."
"Give you a bad name? What about that seventeen-year-old chick you're living with?"
"Well, everybody thinks she's my sister, so no sweat about that."
"So this girl's my sister, too."
"Incest is illegal," he laughed.
"Listen, I've got an idea," he began enthusiastically.
"Let's hear it."
"I'll come up Friday night with the girl, and you be there. Don't worry, she's not a prostitute or anything like that. She is my girl friend, and I've been going with her for the last two years. It's just that it's becoming a hassle fucking in the car all the time."
"Okay," Mickey said, "I'll stay home Friday night just for you."
"Good, well I guess that's it."
"Sure. Besides," he mumbled to himself, but loud enough for Richie to hear, "if she's really all that good I'll take her away from you."
"Screw," Richie said sarcastically.
"I hope to. And quite frequently."
They said goodbye to each other after they solidified plans for the exact time as well as the directions to his apartment.
Richie hung up the phone. He was happy and satisfied that on Friday he would be able to fuck Susan in complete privacy.
Mickey, in New Jersey, was also happy. He felt that if the girl would screw for Richie she would definitely screw for him.
Another fuck, he told himself, sounds good at any time.
The story of having to see the girl before letting him use the place was just to keep him anxious. If he let all his friends have the apartment, eventually he would be forced to move out because of overcrowding.
David, that Saturday evening was overexcited about taking Mrs. Walters out to dinner. By six o'clock he had showered and dressed and was already on his way to Mrs. Walters' apartment.
At six-thirty, a half hour before he was supposed to be there, he rang the bell and waited for her to open the door.
Mrs. Walters came to the door and opened it. With curlers in her hair and a house robe on her body she stood petrified seeing David.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I thought you might be ready."
"Well, it's obvious I'm not."
"Anyway, can I come in and wait for you?"
"Of course," she said as she stepped aside to let him enter.
"Where's Vera?" David asked, noticing that the place was too quiet.
"I've already sent her off to her slumber party."
"How long will it take you to get ready?"
"At least another twenty minutes," she told him as she pulled rollers from her hair. "Why don't you go make yourself a drink and watch television while I finish fixing myself up."
He agreed and went into the kitchen. "Where's the scotch?" he yelled into the apartment.
"Underneath the damn sink."
He looked under the sink and found the half full bottle of scotch standing alongside a number of household cleansers.
David poured himself the drink and returned to the living room. Turning on the television, he sat on the chair facing it and made himself comfortable.
The evening news was all he could find, except for a rerun of a midfifties series. He decided to watch the rerun.
Just a few minutes before seven, as the show was coming to an end, Mrs. Walters came into the living room and announced that she was ready to go.
"Wait a second. I wanna watch the end of this show. It's pretty funny."
Mrs. Walters wanted to impress upon him the fact that it was getting late, but decided against it. "He," she told herself, "is taking me out to dinner, and I shouldn't make any demands upon him."
At exactly seven o'clock the show ended and David stood up and announced he was ready to go.
"Ready?" he asked as if she were the one causing the delay.
Mrs. Walters nodded and they walked to the door.
David opened the door and let Mrs. Walters walk through first.
"At least," she thought, "he has some manners."
David drove the car at a deadly pace, scaring Mrs. Walters. But she refrained from saying anything about the way he drove the car.
At the restaurant, which was just a few miles from her home, David exhibited a dazzling display of gentlemanly manners.
He opened doors, let her walk on the inside of the sidewalk, and so forth. She was really impressed, which was what David wanted.
David went out of his way to do things right for her because he wanted things from her, and, he felt the best way to do it was to be extra kind to her.
The restaurant they ate at was nothing extraordinary, but David liked it immensely.
It was colorful and well decorated, as well as expensive, which was unusual for David.
Whenever David took a date to a restaurant, or rather, out to eat, it was usually a diner which was not very well decorated, but where the food was good and the prices were reasonable, which was what really appealed to David.
By nine o'clock David was becoming restless and asked if Mrs. Walters would like to go home.
She nodded happily. Mrs. Walters wanted to go home and get down to business.
All during the meal she thought about what had happened the week before, and she wanted a continuation of it.
As soon as David walked into the apartment behind Mrs. Walters she threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered, "for such a wonderful evening," as she kissed him on the lips, "and now I would like to make up for it."
"How do you mean?"
"Come on, David, stop acting like such a child. You know what I mean." She nodded towards the bedroom and pulled him by the hand.
"In there?" he asked naively.
She nodded and smiled.
David returned the smile and let himself be pulled towards the room.
They entered and David turned on the light.
"Turn that off," she demanded.
"Why?" he asked wondering how they could see if the light was off.
"I think it's more exciting in the dark."
David gulped and turned off the light. She closed the door and the room was in nearly total darkness, except for a few glimmers of light coming from the street and buildings across the alley.
David suddenly felt bold, now that the lights were off. In the dark, he felt, he could do anything he wanted by making believe that there was no one else in the room with him.
"Take off your clothes," he told her in an almost demanding tone.
"Take them off for me."
"Go ahead and do it yourself. I'm taking off my clothes."
Mrs. Walters felt anger swelling up within her at his unreasonableness, but she complied with his demands as quickly as he told her.
Within minutes she was naked as David completed pulling off his shorts.
"Get into bed," she told him.
He complied quickly and pulled the cool sheets over his hot body. David was excited and before he was stripped he had an erection.
Mrs. Walters climbed into bed with him and the touch of her skin against his bare skin made him shudder with excitement.
She was also excited and waited for the right moment to do something to him. She had nothing particular in mind, but she was prepared to do anything and as quickly as possible.
David didn't know what to do, so he decided to kiss her. His lips found hers in the dark and they exchanged saliva for a few minutes.
Ever so often she would feel his hard organ brush against her body and she would become even more excited. Now it was the time.
Mrs. Walters pulled her mouth away from him and pressed his body back against the bed.
She pulled the sheets off her and crawled around the bed until she was kneeling over his midsection. Her hand caressed his legs and hips.
Slowly, her fingers brushed into his pubic hair, and she felt his hips shudder. David's cock throbbed with the excitement he knew would soon come.
Finally, her fingers found his cock. As soon as she touched it it throbbed violently and she thought that it might shoot.
The stiff cock fit perfectly into her hand. The organ was hot compared to her fingers, but soon the heat from the organ equaled that of her hand and as she gently stroked the cock David forgot for a few seconds that it might be her hand.
But each time she stroked, it became harder, and he sensed that it would soon shoot.
"Oh, damn!" he exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" she asked, fearful that she might have hurt him with her fingernails.
"I'm gonna come."
Mrs. Walters became more excited, now that she knew she would finally bring on an orgasm from a man. Her hand pumped harder until David grabbed her wrist and forced her to discontinue her movements.
She fought his hand away and continued pumping the organ until David grabbed the sides of the bed and held on tightly.
The hot scum pumped from his organ with great force and landed on his belly.
Some dripped onto her hand as it still moved the cock up and down. She became more excited now that it had finally happened.
Without thinking she bent her head down and took his cock into her mouth.
The head of the cock was still covered with the salty musky scum, but she didn't mind it at all. She was too excited to care what it tasted like.
The hot bulbous head slipped into her mouth with ease and immediately she began sucking on it to bring out whatever scum was still inside the tube.
She managed, with great difficulty, to bring out the last droplet of scum as his cock throbbed and the muscles forced it out and into her mouth.
David was reeling with the excitement being given his cock.
Never had he felt this way before. He thought that the simple ejaculation because of her hand was really exciting, but her mouth drove him wild.
His hands pressed the top of her head and forced her to swallow the cock. The long hard rod slipped further into her mouth and she bit on the still stem.
For just a few minutes she sucked on the cock, licking the head, and sticking her tongue into the eye.
Her whole head moved up and down in a fucking motion until she sensed his second orgasm.
"Suck it!" he yelled.
Her head moved faster.
"Suck it until it comes!"
Her head bobbed up and down wildly. The muscles in her neck were being strained from the constant and powerful jerking of her head.
David continued yelling that he was going to come and eventually he did.
With one violent jerking motion he raised his hips nearly a foot above the bed.
Mrs. Walters moved her head with his movements, but the cock was forced deeply into the back of her throat, causing her mouth and neck to ache with the thickness of the cock.
Finally the scum came shooting through his cock for the second time in less than a half hour. The cock tingled as it was being relieved and depleted.
The quantity of scum was much less than the first time, but there was more feeling with the second one.
David felt completely empty. He sighed and groaned as her mouth freed his cock and let it slap against his belly.
Mrs. Walters, meanwhile, managed to come to a climax twice during her fellating of David's cock. Her second climax came just a few moments before David's.
She felt weak and exhausted, but continued until she forced him to ejaculate.
As soon as David shot into her mouth she collapsed upon the bed and lay there sighing for many minutes. Nothing could be heard except the heavy breathing of both adults as they lay with their arms wrapped around each other.
For nearly an hour they lay there trying to regain their strength.
Finally she felt her strength renewed and climbed from the bed and turned on the light.
"Hey!" David exclaimed, "what the fuck are you doing?" He threw his arm over his eyes to protect himself from the blinding light.
"I wanted to see what you look like."
"You could have done that before," he told her angrily, "when we first got here."
She had no reply, but instead came around to his side of the bed and sat down.
David's arm still covered his face, so he didn't see what she was doing, but felt her sitting on the bed.
He took his arm from his face, but still kept his eyes closed until he became accustomed to the light.
When he opened his eyes he met a pair of breasts just a few inches from his face. "What's up?"
"I want you to make love to me."
"How?" David was serious about his question. He had never made love to anyone before and he wanted her to teach him.
"First, I want you to suck on my tits until they get real hard. Then, you'll eat me out, and then you'll fuck me."
"Sounds easy to me."
"It is. Really easy, as long as you do as I tell you, you can have a good time, and I can have a good time, too. Now suck on the tits."
He lifted his head a few inches and met her nipple which she was bringing down towards his face. The soft nipple brushed against his lips and he instinctively opened his mouth and let it enter.
The small flexible nipple slipped around in between his lips and teeth.
"Lick it with your tongue," she instructed him.
His tongue ran around the nipple, but he was very rough with it.
"Not so hard," she told him. "Be very gentle with it. Just brush it with your tongue very lightly."
Now his tongue barely touched the nipple, and this she found more exciting. After a few minutes of brushing and stroking the nipple with his tongue it was sufficiently hard and began aching.
"Do the other one now," she instructed him as she pulled the stiff nipple from his mouth and replaced it with the other, which was just slightly hard. He licked it and sucked on it for a few moments until it too was hard.
By now David was getting excited. His cock stiffened once again and was ready for action.
After her other nipple was stiff he rolled the breasts across his face as his tongue moistened the entire area.
Mrs. Walters sighed with pleasure as his fingers reached for her cunt and began playing with it. His fingers pulled on the hair and tickled the labia.
"Eat me out," she begged, "please?"
He pushed her breasts away from his face and told her to stand up.
"Now what do I do?"
"Lick the whole thing with your tongue."
"Then lie on the bed," he told her, "and open your legs."
She obeyed immediately and within seconds she lay there with her legs spread wide and with David kneeling between them.
"Lick the labia."
"The what?"
"The skin around the hole."
He found the skin around the hole as he pushed the long hair out of the way. The skin was soft and pink as he licked it with his hot moist tongue.
"Lick the clitoris," she sighed with pleasure.
"Where is it?"
"Right above the hole," she puffed.
He found it, but it was covered with hair, and he got a strand of hair caught between his teeth.
As he picked it out she demanded that he continue with his licking.
Mrs. Walters felt the excitement of his tongue and accepted the pleasurable sensations which he was giving to her.
"Lick the hole," she told him.
His tongue found the hole and tried to force its way into it as he spread it apart with his fingers.
She twisted and turned as her orgasm came.
She deposited great quantities of cunt juice in his mouth.
David coughed and sputtered as her juices dripped into his mouth, but he continued licking. His face was covered with the juices as he bobbed his head up and down trying to excite the entire area.
She groaned and heaved around the bed as her legs caught David's head and forced it to stay in the one position as he moved only his tongue into the hole.
David was tired and covered with perspiration. He pushed her legs away and crawled from the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To take a shower. Where's the bathroom?"
She told him the direction and just as he walked out of the door she yelled to him, "Wait for me. I want to take a shower with you."
David was bothered by her constant attention, but a shower with her might prove exciting.
Mrs. Walters led David to the bathroom and showed him where everything was.
"Turn on the water," she directed.
He toyed with the knobs until he felt the water to be the right temperature for a shower.
They stepped into the tub, which also acted as the shower stall, and immediately began washing each other. Both spent great quantities of time washing the genital area of the other.
Foam dripped down their legs as the bar of soap was rubbed into the hair of the groin.
She took the bar of soap from David's hand and told him to turn around. Her hand, covered with soap, pressed between his ass cheeks and rubbed her fingers into the hair until she found the soft sensitive skin of the anus.
David sighed as her finger, covered with soap, tried to press its way into the hole. Her fingernail scratched the soft skin and David whelped in pain.
"Get the fuck out of there," he demanded.
Immediately she pulled her finger out and said she was sorry.
"Let's get out of here," he told her as he put the soap on the dish and began rinsing his body. As soon as all the soap was washed from his body he turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.
"Are you coming?" he asked as he reached for a towel and began drying himself.
Mrs. Walters stepped from the tub and took another towel from the rack and dried herself.
"Let's go, I want to fuck you," he told her.
"That's not a very nice way of putting it, is it?"
"I'm only worried about putting it someplace and that's inside your cunt."
They returned to the bedroom and turned off the light. She spread herself across the bed and exposed her clean wet cunt to David.
His cock was already hard with expectation and immediately he jumped between her legs and pressed the cock against her cunt.
"What are you doing?" she asked as she waited for him to stick his cock into her.
"Trying to find the damned hole."
She took the cock in her hand and guided it to the gaping cunt until she felt the tip of the cock press against the hole.
"Now push," she directed.
He didn't have to be told. As soon as he felt the head of the cock pressing against something that could give way he knew he was in the right place and slowly forced a good part of the cock into her. He waited, expecting her to force him to stop. David wasn't sure of the exact depth of her hole, and was slightly afraid to push deeply into her. When three fourths of his cock was inside her he felt something against the head and knew that it must be the place to stop.
As soon as she felt David's cock slide all the way in she wrapped her legs around his back and forced him to enter even further.
"Now go in and out," she told him as if he were some child.
Without her instructions he knew what to do. Slowly, and rhythmically he moved the cock in and out of her cunt until it pressed against the back of the tube.
"Harder," she demanded as she felt the impending orgasm.
He forced the cock into her even further as he moved faster within her confines. Within minutes he was bouncing up and down, wildly, until he thought she would be punctured with his dick.
Mrs. Walters went into a spasm of ecstasy as she orgasmed with his cock fucking her like crazy. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer within her with her legs wrapped tightly around his hips.
David moved even faster after she orgasmed and continued bouncing up and down until he sensed the scum collecting at the base of his cock, ready to pour out.
With one final, forceful thrust he landed bodily atop her body and forced his cock into its limit.
Finally he ejaculated and lay there with his cock still inside her. He tried to catch his breath, huffing and puffing until his cock became flaccid and slipped out of her.
"Get off!" she demanded as his weight became oppressively heavy.
Slowly, and with great effort he eased his body from hers and rolled onto his back with a great sigh.
David glanced at the alarm clock sitting on the night table and saw that it was still early-midnight. He decided that he had a good two or three hours left to him, if she was willing to cooperate.
She was willing to cooperate.
As David lay there, trying to regain his strength she stroked the skin of his body. Her hand ran up and down his chest, playing with the light down of blonde hair covering it.
David was tired, but he still wanted to continue.
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?" he asked Mrs. Walters.
She looked at him in wonder. "Why?"
"Because," he began, speaking very slowly, "I want to sleep over. I'm tired, but there are more things I want to do before I leave you."
"I don't mind. It's just that my daughter will be coming back sometime tomorrow afternoon-I don't know when-and when she comes back I guess we'll have to be out of bed."
"I won't be staying that long," he explained, "just overnight. Is that all right with you?"
"Anything you say," she conceded.
She was also tired from the last two and a half hours of sex play, but she, too, wanted more.
David pulled the rumpled sheet over their bodies and within minutes he was asleep. Mrs. Walters also fell asleep, but she was more excited, subconsciously, than David.
She awoke every few minutes, very tense and nervous, hoping that David might touch her body or play with her cunt.
But David was sound asleep for more than an hour when, because she couldn't withstand the wait any longer, she awakened him and played with his cock.
It stiffened quickly as she played with it. David didn't say a thing, but just let her continue playing with his organ until it became very excited.
"Cool it," he said.
"Why?" she demanded. "What am I doing that's so wrong. Don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Sure I like it. As a matter-of-fact, I like it too much. I want to rest for a little bit longer. Later we can play with each other. For now, just let me sleep for a few more hours, okay?'
She released his cock in reply to his request and rolled over onto her side, with her back towards David. She slept for a few moments, but again awoke, terribly excited with the naked body lying alongside of her.
David, when she awoke, was asleep again, but she was afraid to touch him; it might make him angry, and he might go home.
Mrs. Walters climbed out of bed as quietly as possible and put on a robe. She went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of coffee for herself as she sat at the table listening to the radio.
Her coffee having been drunk, she sat at the table and waited for her allocated hour to expire.
At two a.m., when she felt it was time to awaken him, she returned to the bedroom and slowly pulled the sheet off David's body.
He had rolled over onto his stomach, so she rubbed his back, very lightly. She hoped that the soothing pressure of her fingers on his back would awaken him and excite him, but the effect was just the opposite.
David sensed something rubbing his back, but the feeling was so relaxing that it put him to sleep again.
Mrs. Walters stroked the spine, the small of his back, and occasionally ran her fingers over the cheeks of his ass. A few times her fingers would run down the crack and try to press into the opening.
After fifteen minutes of playing with his back, ass and legs, she tired, and realized that it would not awaken him.
She then decided to try a different approach. Taking off her robe, she climbed over David's legs and knelt, with her legs opened, over his thighs.
Her fingers caressed the cheeks of the ass and slowly spread them apart until she was able to see the small hole, which was his anus.
The soft sensitive skin looked inviting, so she bent her head down and pressed her face against the crack.
With his legs closed, she found it very difficult for her mouth to reach his anus, so she tried to spread the ass cheeks even further apart.
With her tongue out, she again shoved her head downward and pressed the hot, wet tongue against his anus.
"Good thing I washed his ass before," she thought quietly.
Her tongue lightly lapped the hole and felt the soft skin excite the nerve endings in her tongue. The ass felt like a cunt, she thought, if she were to ever lick out somebody's cunt.
Her tongue tried to force its way into the hole, but his legs were closed too tightly, and her tongue was too short.
David, sensing, something quite unusual happening to him, slowly awoke and lay there trying to imagine exactly what it was she was doing to his ass.
At first he thought she was using her fingers, but then he realized that her face was pressed against his ass, not her hand.
Her struggles to reach the opening made David realize that it would be necessary for him to spread his legs.
He opened his legs as much as her legs would allow. When she felt his legs spreading and then touching her legs, she knew that he was quite awake and that he was also accepting what she was doing to him.
Mrs. Walters tried to spread her legs even further apart, but found that it would be easier to just kneel between his legs, instead of around them.
She climbed between his legs and he spread his legs as far apart as they would physically go. Her mouth returned to his ass, and continued the licking as David sighed with pleasure.
Her mouth and tongue ached from the constant work, and soon she wanted to stop. "Keep licking," he demanded in a whisper. "But I'm tired," she pleaded. "But I want you to keep licking it," he told her in a much more demanding tone.
She complied reluctantly-she wanted to keep the man happy for later things.
She returned her mouth to his ass and continued licking the soft hole until she thought her tongue would fall from her mouth.
After more than a half hour of licking he decided that he wanted something additional.
"Okay," he told her, "you can stop now. I want to do something else."
Mrs. Walters pulled away from him greatly relieved. Everything ached, and besides, she wanted to do something other than lick his ass all night.
"What do you want to do?" she asked as she climbed from between his legs and fell, exhaustedly, onto the bed alongside of David.
"I haven't decided yet. Can you think of anything unusual?"
"Do you know what a French tickler is?"
"A French tickler?" he repeated. "What is it for?"
"It's something a guy puts on his cock to give the girl more excitement."
"Do you have one."
"Yes. And..."
"But I still don't know what it is."
"That's what I'm going to tell you. You put it on your cock and it has all these things sticking out of it which tickle my cunt. Do you want to see it?"
"Yes," he said as he rolled over onto his back with great effort. His cock was stiff from the recent ass licking he had just received and he felt that it was just about time to get it relieved.
Mrs. Walters climbed from the bed and went to the closet. On her toes, she reached into the closet until she pulled out a small brown paper bag from the top shelf.
It was obviously unused for a long time, because she shook the dust from the bag as she carried it to the bed and handed it to David.
"What do I do with it?" he asked as he reached into the bag.
"Put it on, stupid," she exclaimed.
He pulled out the single band of rubber and held it on his finger.
He squeezed it.
"This!? "
"You put that on, just under the head of your cock, like this," she said as she ran her finger behind the head of his cock.
"It's too small," he said as he inspected the band of rubber with the dozen little extensions coming from it.
"It won't fit."
"It stretches," she explained, "so it won't slip off your cock. Put it on."
David held the band between his index fingers and stretched it as much as possible. He slipped it over the head of his cock and, with great difficulty, pulled it behind the head.
He released it with a snap. The cock throbbed with the sudden stinging pain.
"It looks stupid," he remarked.
"But it really works. It's made so that a woman goes crazy when her man wears it."
"I didn't want to screw you yet," he said when he realized the tightness of the band.
"What did you want?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of a blowjob. How do I get this fucking thing off?"
"You'll have to wait until your cock gets smaller and then it'll slip off."
"That may be never," he said as he poked a finger into her cunt. "I guess," he continued, "I'll have to screw you."
"I'm afraid so," she laughed.
David waited for her to move, but she never did.
Mrs. Walters was waiting for David to give her the order to get into bed.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get into the fuckin' bed."
Obediently she climbed into bed and lay alongside David. David rolled over and knelt between her outstretched legs. He inspected his cock with the band around it and decided that it looked ridiculous. "But," he concluded to himself, "if it makes her come more often, then it makes me happier."
David leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against her opening.
"How's it feel?" he asked.
"You haven't touched me with the tickler yet. You have to use the tickler."
Mrs. Walters really loved the tickler, even though she never had it used on her before.
She had ordered the tickler through the mail many years before, hoping that one day some man would have the opportunity to use it. It was years before the expensive little item would be used.
David pressed deeper into her until he felt half his cock within her orifice. The tiny rubber stems of the tickler scratched the inside of her cunt gently.
"Come on, David," she pleaded, "move!"
David pressed into her as far as the cunt would allow. Slowly he moved up and down and almost immediately she was groaning and sighing with the new and strange sensations the tickler was providing. As he lowered and raised his hips the stems scratched against the vaginal wall, driving her crazy with excitement.
Within minutes she orgasmed as she pressed her legs around his neck.
David continued fucking. The band was cutting off some of the circulation within the head, and he knew that it would take much longer before he would be able to shoot into her.
For the next five minutes he continued fucking until she went into spasms with her second orgasm.
Mrs. Walters held his body as tightly as possible as she rolled from side to side. Her fingernails dug into his back as she tried to maintain control over her body, but she was losing the battle.
For many minutes more she accepted
David's cock as it slipped in and out.
David was enjoying the elongation of his fucking time, and was willing to continue.
For the next few minutes he screwed her until she went into another wild spasm of jerking and kicking. The third orgasm in less than twenty minutes was more than she could endure.
Her heels kicked against his back, her fingernails cut deep gashes into his back. She almost knocked David out of her with her sudden jerking movements.
"Take it easy!" he exclaimed as he rolled with her around the bed.
She groaned and sighed until the orgasm was finished with. "Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed as she tried to catch her breath, "Stop! Please stop."
"Not until I come," he told her. David knew that if he could get the thing from his cock he would shoot within seconds, but as long as it was wrapped around the cock, he had to continue doing it until it shot, even if it took all night.
His hips began moving again, but now he moved faster and faster. Within minutes he shot.
The orgasm was violent, but because of the tightness of the band none of the fluid was able to get through the head of his cock.
David felt the stuff building up in the tube on the underside of the organ, but there was nothing he could do to make it get through.
He withdrew his cock quickly and inspected it. It still throbbed, occasionally, but the tube was filled with semen.
The only thing he could do was wait until it receded into his bladder and then wait until the cock became flaccid enough for him to pull the thing off.
"No more," he said, "of this fuckin' thing. It's too damn tight, and I can't shoot with the thing on."
Mrs. Walters didn't hear him. She was still trying to recover from her last orgasm. Her breath came heavy as she tried to relax, but her entire body was much too tense to relax, at least not yet.
"Do you hear me?" he asked.
"Ohhhh ... David..." she groaned.
"What's the matter with you?"
"Ohhhhh ... Jesus ... David ... that was beautiful."
David forgot about her for the next few moments as he tried to concentrate on getting his cock to get smaller so he could take the thing off.
The scum was slowly receding into him, and in a few minutes the organ was flaccid enough for him to grab one edge and pull it over the head.
The band caught the edge of the head, and it hurt the still sensitive head. "Hell! This fuckin' thing has got to go!"
When he finally pulled it off completely he watched as a droplet of scum formed on the tip of his cock.
"Suck it," he demanded as he brought his cock to her mouth and pressed it against her lips.
She was still in a semi-daze and accepted the organ readily. It slipped between her teeth and lapped against her tongue.
Her tongue was dead in her mouth.
"Suck it!" he demanded as he pressed it deeper into her mouth.
Slowly, and with great effort, she complied with his demand.
She was exhausted, but there was nothing she could do about it. Her tongue ran around the head very slowly, but she managed to bring him to an orgasm in just a few minutes.
He shot into her mouth just a few drops of semen, all I that remained of the sacs.
He pulled the cock out of her mouth and lay on the bed. Within minutes they were both sound asleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Richard, the night before, had his own problems.
He was having a great conflict with Mickey over Susan.
That Friday night, just as he had promised Mickey, he came to the apartment with Susan. Mickey acted as it he was inspecting the girl to see if she was a slut or some other type of undesirable.
"Nice girl," he remarked as they came into his apartment.
"Hey!" exclaimed Mickey, "where do you think you're going?"
"I've got work to do," answered Richie.
"Yeah, I know, but don't you want to meet Linda?"
"Who's Linda?". .
"You know Linda. She's my 'house guest'. "
"Okay, where is she?"
Mickey nodded towards the bedroom, which had its door closed. "Do I just go in?" Mickey nodded.
Richie opened the door and entered. Linda was lying on the bed with her legs opened and her cunt quite visible from any distance.
Richie ran from the room. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "she's naked!"
"So?"
"What am I supposed to do in there?"
"You were supposed to meet her."
"I've met her," he said as he led Susan towards the bedroom.
"Come on, Richie," urged Mickey, "what are you foolin' around for?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that you've got that girl in there if you want her."
Richie was getting panicky. Mickey was putting him into a corner by forcing him to choose between his own girl and Linda. At any other time he would have taken Linda, but not with Susan around.
"I could imagine," he thought quietly. "Go ahead. Take your girl into the bedroom and have fun."
Richie did as he was told and took Susan by the hand and led her into the bedroom. He spent a few seconds inspecting the place, and then quickly stripped.
Within minutes Richie and Susan had their clothes off and they were lying in bed.
Susan reached for Richie's cock with her hand and played with it until it was quite hard, then he let her put it into her mouth.
As she played with the head in her mouth Richie was thinking about what he saw in the next room.
There was Linda, young and small, lying in bed with her legs spread wide, waiting for him to put his cock in there.
Richie wanted to go into the other bedroom and see what was going on. He heard Mickey speak to Linda, then the bed creaking, and some very low sucking noises.
As Susan licked the cock she sensed that there was something on Richie's mind and she knew it wasn't her.
She let the cock slip from her mouth and crawled up the bed until she lay alongside of Richie.
"What's the matter with you?" she demanded.
"I've been thinkin'. "
Susan knew what it was. "You've been thinking about being in the next room and screwing with that other girl, right?"
"Noooo!" he said, acting surprised that she should even think such a thing.
"Bullshit!" she exclaimed, "if you want to go in there it's alright with me."
"Don't worry about it," he told her, "I'm not going anyplace." To placate her and to prove that he still 'loved' her he reached down and rubbed her cunt with his fingertips.
He inserted a finger into the hole and slowly slipped it in and out until she orgasmed.
Susan wasn't angry after the orgasm, but returned to thinking about more important matters: like Richie's stiff cock.
She crawled down the bed and put the cock back into her mouth and sucked on it until he shot.
The scum spurted to the back of her mouth and she swallowed it all. She knew that when she swallowed his come he enjoyed it more, and she knew that she had to spend some time keeping him happy.
"Will you eat me out?" she begged.
He complied half-heartedly with her request as he shoved his face between her legs and licked the soft, sensitive skin of her cunt, until she orgasmed once again, but this time into his mouth.
Richie wanted to go see what was going on in the other bedroom and as soon as she came he pushed her legs away and climbed out of bed.
"Where the fuck are you goin'? " she demanded.
"Just going to look."
She didn't trust him and climbed out of bed to follow him.
They knocked on the door and an invitation came, from the inside of the room, to enter. Richie pushed open the door and walked in.
The light was on and Mickey was lying on the bed with Linda between his legs. She had his cock in her mouth, and her ass was up in the air.
"Want some?" asked Mickey, nodding at Linda.
"Some what?"
"Do you want her to blow you, eat out your ass, suck on your big toe? Anything at all and Linda'll do it for you."
"Not now, thanks."
Mickey tapped Linda on the head and she moved away from his cock. He looked at Susan and said, "How about you?" nodding at his stiff cock.
"No thank you," she said as she ran from the room.
Just as Richie was turning to leave, Linda grabbed his hips and turned him around.
His cock, which was not semi-erect, was taken into her mouth and within seconds it was fully erect.
Her hand played with his balls as she sucked on the head of his organ. He wanted her to stop, because he felt that he was being unfaithful to Susan, but her fingertips, stroking his whole perineal area drove him wild with sensual pleasure.
Susan, who had run into the other bedroom, waited for Richie to come, but he didn't return to the room for many minutes.
She was afraid to go back, and decided that it would be best if she just waited for him.
Richie, realizing that if he didn't return soon, Susan would be after him, pushed Linda's head away from his cock and slapped her hand from his balls.
"Later," he whispered, "not now." Linda looked up as the male figure turned and walked away from her. She shrugged her shoulders and climbed back onto the bed and snuggled along side Mickey. "Fuck me," she told him. Mickey nodded and instructed her to climb on top of him and sit on his cock.
Linda rolled over and spread her legs over Mickey's flaccid cock. She took it in her hand and rubbed the tip of the organ against the moist linings of her vaginal opening until the cock stiffened.
She pulled it straight up and sat on it, letting it slip into her completely.
He fucked her in that position for just a few minutes until he shot into her.
After he ejaculated, he lifted her off his cock and told her to get Richie.
"How am I supposed to do that?" she asked.
"I don't know, you're the nympho, you should know. Go in there, play with his cock, lick his ass, do something. I want you to get him away from that girl."
"You bastard," she exclaimed as she climbed off the bed and walked towards the door. "You can't leave any girl alone. No matter who she belongs to. Besides," she continued, "what's the matter with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you, it's just that I need a change once in a while."
"Sure," she said sarcastically, as she walked from the bedroom.
Richie and Susan were locked together in a fucking position when Linda entered the room without knocking.
As soon as she walked into the room Richie jumped from Susan's cunt and pulled the sheet over them.
"What the fuck do you want in here?" he demanded.
Linda knew that Hershey wouldn't come with her talent without a struggle at least the girl, if not watch both of them, so she decided to work slowly.
"I just wanted to watch," she declared.
Richie looked over at Susan and asked "I don't V see that it makes any difference. Do you?"
Susan stared at him and wanted to tell him that she did mind having the girl in the room watching, but she didn't want to anger Richie either. "Maybe!" she thought, "he wants to let her watch."
Finally, she conceded. "Okay," she declared, "but all she does is watch. Nothing else."
Richie turned to look at Linda, and from the expression on her face, he knew she accepted the terms. He pulled the sheet down and quickly climbed on top of Susan and began fucking her again.
Linda sat on the edge of a chair and watched as the two bodies jumped up and down on the bed. She heard Susan groan from her orgasm, and knew that within minutes Richie would ejaculate.
With one final slam against her body, he rammed his cock deeply inside of her and shot his load.
He lay there, with his cock still inside her, when he felt someone's fingers tickling him between the legs.
Richie jumped from Susan's cunt and banged onto the bed.
Linda, he saw, wasn't tickling him, but she was trying to finger Susan's cunt. Her fingers played with the vaginal opening and slipped in a few times.
Susan apparently didn't mind being played with and just spread her legs a little wider. Linda bent her head down and started licking the cunt, which was still oozing with Richie's scum.
Linda licked the girl's cunt clean and pressed her tongue into the opening until Susan gasped and closed her legs around Linda's head.
Even though Susan came, Linda continued licking until she came again. The second orgasm was more violent than the first and her kicking and rolling almost knocked them both off the bed.
Richie lay there, enjoying the whole show. He had never seen a girl eating out another girl, and it was interesting to watch.
After Susan's second orgasm with Linda, she felt exhausted. She lay there on the bed, with her legs spread, and breathing heavily.
Linda, seeing that she had Susan on her side, returned to Richie and pulled his flaccid, cunt-wet cock into her mouth. He let it harden in her mouth as she licked the mixture of male and female juices from the stem.
Mickey, meanwhile, was watching from the doorway. Richie saw him standing there, but didn't say anything. The owner of the apartment walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, alongside Susan's prosy.
He bent over and licked her nipples until they hardened, licked her belly, then found her cunt, and began licking it, also.
Mickey rolled over between Susan's legs and pressed his stiff cock against her gaping cunt.
Susan's cunt, well moistened with her juices and Richie's sperm, accepted the cock easily and within seconds she had her legs wrapped around him and pressing his cock deeper into her cunt.
Linda, as Mickey and Susan fucked, was licking Richie's balls and trying to reach his anus.
"Turn over," she whispered.
Richie complied immediately, but when he rolled over he found that there wasn't enough room on the bed for four people.
"Let's go into the other bedroom," he told her as he climbed from the bed.
She followed right behind him. Richie jumped onto the bed, landing on his stomach, and spread his legs wide to let Linda get in.
Linda knelt between his legs and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with her hands and spread them apart. She inspected the crack, covered with a light down of brownish hair, until she could see the opening.
It was clean, so she bent her head down and pressed her tongue to the hole. Richie jumped with the new sensation, as her tongue whipped the entire area.
For more than twenty minutes she knelt between his legs, licking his ass, then reaching to the soft underside of the sac, and occasionally licking the sac itself.
Her tongue was sore with the constant exercise it was getting and she wanted to get his cock.
She slipped her hands under his belly and slowly worked her way to the cock. Richie lifted his body a few inches above the bed and let her fingers reach the cock itself.
As soon as she brushed the head of the organ with his fingertips she decided it was time to roll over and get something else besides an ass licking.
"Watch out," he told her as he crouched into a kneeling position on the bed and turned around.
"What is it?" she asked, "fuck or suck?"
Richie was startled by her constant bluntness, and wanted to find out more about the girl.
"How old are you?" he asked, noticing that she had the body of a fully grown woman.
"I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen in a few weeks."
"Sixteen!" he exclaimed inwardly. "Where do you come from."
"Wisconsin."
Richie didn't believe her, but decided that it was as good an answer as any.
For the next few minutes, as she knelt between his legs, she told him that she ran away from home because of the constant friction between her and her parents. When she got to New York, she lived in the Village for a while, but found that it was almost impossible to make a living by trying to get a decent job, so she was forced to prostitute her body, which didn't pay well either.
Most men, she told him, were afraid to fool around with such a young girl, and if they did, they refused to pay anything half decent.
Finally, Mickey picked her up on the street for a five dollar fuck. She wanted twenty dollars to spend the whole night, but he wasn't interested until he took her to his apartment.
When they got to the apartment Mickey immediately took advantage of her situation and offered her room and board and some money in return for cleaning and a great deal of sex.
She also told him that sex was nothing new to her. "When I was twelve," she told Richie as she rubbed his balls, "I was playing around with my brother and some of his friends."
"Anyway, we were all the same age. My brother was thirteen and most of his friends were between thirteen and fourteen.
"Well, one day I was fooling around with one of my brother's friends and he touched my cunt through my pants. I liked the way it felt, so I let him rub it some more, and more until I came.
"He got all shook up when I started twisting around as he rubbed my cunt," she laughed. "Anyway, I tell him I want to see his cock. Then he tells me no, so I grabbed it through his pants and held it until it got hard.
"After it got hard he started getting excited and pulls his pants off. I ended up jerking him off that first time.
"The next time he finger fucked me, and the third time he fucked me. After that he told some of his friends, and at least three times a week I was getting; and this was all before I turned fourteen.
"About the time I turned fourteen my brother found out. At first I was afraid that he might tell my parents, but I jerked him off and it made him happy. Then I blew him, and then I let him screw me.
"Then one day my mother found me and my brother in the cellar. I was whacking him off at the time, but he shot all over my fuckin' hand just as my mother comes down the steps.
"There I am," she explained, "with a hand full of scum and my brother with his pants open and his cock, hard as a rock, sticking out.
"My mother went wild, beat us both up, told my father, and we both got into a lot of trouble. They were afraid that he would make me pregnant if I let him, so they sent him away to a boarding school.
"The last I heard," she added as a footnote, "he's turned queer and now he's makin' it with a bunch of guys about his age up at the school.
"Anyway, I didn't quit. His friends were still fucking me every time I let 'em, which was nearly every day. My mother found out and then I couldn't go out on any dates any more. She would let me go out only with a couple of girls, and only if she knew exactly where we were.
"Then one day I was introduced to pot. Again my mother found out and she wouldn't let me out of the house at all.
"It was around that time I decided to run away from home and come to Manhattan. For a while it was fun, but then things started getting rough, and I ended up here.
"Well," she concluded, "that's about the story of my life."
Richie was impressed by the whole story and felt sorry for her, but she didn't appear to feel sorry for herself. He assumed she was satisfied with the way she lived, and wouldn't mind continuing her life style.
"Well," she said, as she grabbed his now soft cock, "fuck or suck?"
"Try sucking it for a while."
She took the soft organ into her mouth immediately and rolled it around until it stiffened.
Within minutes Richie shot into her mouth. She swallowed, but not until after she opened her mouth and showed him what he had done.
Richie cringed at the sight of his own sperm, sticking to the insides of her mouth, where it was mixed with her saliva, but it apparently didn't bother Linda.
"Will you eat me out?" she asked.
"I don't care, but I think we ought to take showers, and you can clean everything out of your cunt."
She agreed, and they went to the bathroom.
All during this time, Mickey and Susan were in bed. He fucked her once, ate her out once, and was blown by her once.
Mickey was enjoying himself as he sat over her chest and let her rub his cock between her breasts until he shot. She opened her mouth to catch it, but most of it landed in her chin.
They were exhausted. While Richie and
Linda spent some time talking, Mickey and Susan went mad with sexual pleasure.
For the next three hours the exchange of partners continued, until they all fell asleep in the same bed.
CHAPTER NINE
David returned to work on Monday morning completely exhausted.
After Saturday's games he stayed until four in the afternoon fucking with Mrs. Walters.
Mrs. Walters came into the office looking refreshed and happy. She was satisfied now that she had a man to make love to her.
David was also satisfied, now that he had a 'woman' that he could depend on and one that he could make love to as much as possible.
On Sunday afternoon, as they lay in bed together, they promised each other that they would see each other each weekend.
But David was a little reluctant about making any such promise. He wanted her to be around as much as possible whenever he needed a screw, but he didn't like the idea of almost living with her. Besides, he told himself, she's got a fourteen-year-old daughter who's always around. Especially when she wasn't wanted.
The next Friday evening he arrived at her house to take her to a movie and her daughter was there with another boy.
The young boy introduced himself as Peter and winked at David when he was told by Vera that David was taking her mother to a movie.
"Little bastard," David exclaimed to himself when he saw the eye close.
Vera and Pete left at seven-thirty, and as soon as they walked out the door David took off his jacket.
"What are you doing?" asked Mrs. Walters.
"As long as the kids are away," he explained, "we can fool around a bit."
She knew what he wanted and immediately they went to the bedroom and both of them stripped.
Mrs. Walters licked on his cock until it stiffened and then she let him put it into her.
After they climaxed they showered and dressed and went to their movie.
When they reached the movie house they stayed for only a half hour. The movie was boring, and David wanted more sex from her.
By nine o'clock they had returned to the apartment.
They walked in and saw the light open in the bedroom, but it was Vera's bedroom.
Mrs. Walters was surprised that the children should be home so early, and was immediately suspicious.
She wanted to call into the room, but decided to find out exactly what was going on in there. She tiptoed to the bedroom and peeked in.
There was Vera, with her pants around her legs and her cunt being fingered by Pete. Pete's stiff cock was still inside his pants, but it was outlined against his pants, and it was obvious.
"Vera!" exclaimed Mrs. Walters in a state of semi-shock.
Immediately the two children jumped from the bed and tried to run from the room, but Mrs. Walters was standing in the way.
When Pete tried to pass her she grabbed him by the head and threw him with all her force. He landed with his back against the foot of the bed.
"Get out!" she screamed. "You little bastard! Trying to molest my daughter! I'll call the police, I'll tell your parents. I'll send you to jail!" She ranted and raved for the next few moments as her young daughter pulled her pants up.
"You," she said, pointing an accusing finger at Vera, "are nothing more than a cheap little whore."
Both children cringed with fear as the older woman yelled and screamed at them.
Finally, after many minutes of noise-making, Mrs. Walters was able to compose herself and walk from the doorway.
"Do you know what those children were doing in there?" asked Mrs. Walters of David.
"I could take a guess," he told her, but David knew what was going on.
When Mrs. Walters went to the door David was right behind her and saw just what she saw. He walked away, however, as she started screaming.
"Nice cunt," he commented quietly, "that little girl has."
David was thinking if it might be possible for him to get his hands on Vera, and possibly get his cock into her cunt.
He would have to try and force Mrs. Walters into letting the two children play in the next room as she fucked in the master bedroom.
As Pete was ready to run out the door, David stopped him and said, "Wait a while, maybe I can fix things up for you."
Pete was confused, but he was glad that he might be protected by the older man.
David pulled Mrs. Walters aside, "Leave the kids alone," he told her.
"What?" she exclaimed.
"How can we explain to your daughter what we're doing in the bedroom, if we don't let her do it herself. Besides, I think she's old enough to take care of herself."
Mrs. Walters didn't know what to do. She wanted to be fucked by David, but she wasn't in the mood to let her daughter be fucked by some little kid.
"What will they do?" asked Mrs. Walters.
"Damn!" exclaimed David. "What do you think a couple of kids will do playing with each other?"
"But what if something happens?"
"Don't worry," assured David. "I'll tell him exactly what to do."
Mrs. Walters resigned the fate of her daughter into David's hands.
David called the two children into the bedroom and told Mrs. Walters to wait about fifteen minutes, so he could explain everything to the kids.
Vera and Pete followed the older man into the room and the three of them sat on the bed.
"I've spoken to your mother and she told me that you two can play around if you want."
"What?" asked Pete, "are you talking about."
"It's really simple," explained David. "I talked your mother into letting you two stay in here and do whatever you want. You know, like when you were playing with her cunt."
The two children were shocked by David's bluntness, and listened intently as he continued.
"Let me show you what I was talking about."
David stood up and started taking off his jacket, but stopped suddenly. "Why don't you two take off your clothes?" he asked.
The two children looked at each other in surprise.
"You do it," said Pete.
"No, you," answered Vera.
"Will it help if I take off my clothes?"
The children didn't answer but stood, fascinated, as David began to strip.
After he had all his clothes off, except for his shorts, he told the other two to do the same.
Pete didn't mind stripping to his shorts, and neither did Vera mind stripping to her bra and panties, but they waited for David to go further before they would be willing to continue.
"What are you waiting for?" asked David.
Neither answered, but David knew what the problem was. He turned his back to them and pulled his shorts down around his ankles and kicked them aside.
The children stared, wide-eyed, at his bare ass.
David turned around and showed his freed organ to the two of them. His penis was flaccid, but it was starting to stiffen at the thought that he would see the little girl naked in just a few minutes.
Vera, bolder now that she saw David, removed her bra, and watched as Pete stripped his shorts from his body. His cock, erect as it was, was no comparison to David's flaccid cock.
Vera's eyes were glued to David's cock as it slowly started to harden. It was fully erect when she decided to strip her pants from her.
Both males stared at her cunt, which was just barely covered with a down of light blonde hair.
Both cocks aimed at her cunt and were ready for action, but it was David who made the first move.
"Now," he said, "this is what I wanted to show you." He picked up Vera and put her onto the bed.
She didn't object, she was too excited by the sight of David's stiff cock. As she was being lifted her hand reached under her ass and tightly brushed the tip of the hard organ.
After he put her onto the bed he told David to watch, as he stuck his finger into Vera's tight little cunt.
Pete wanted to do it himself, but he felt that it would be better if he let David have his way, especially if he outweighed him by nearly eighty pounds and stands taller by nearly five inches.
David put his finger into the tight cunt and slowly massaged the soft skin until Vera started groaning. He then lifted her to the other side of the bed and sat on the edge of the bed and told her to start playing with the stiff organ protruding from between his legs.
She reached out and held the massive, to her, organ in her hand. The only other cocks she had ever held were those belonging to boys around her age, and they were nothing compared to his.
Her small hands manipulated the cock until it started to throb. She bent her head down and brought her mouth close to the tip of the organ.
Her nose, sniffing at the strange huge object in front of her, was an inch from the cock. There was no smell coming from the freshly-showered organ.
She moved her lips closer and let the tip of the cock press against the lips of her mouth. Finally, deciding not to wait any longer, she let the entire length of the cock slip into her mouth as far as the size of her jaw would allow.
The cock was much too big for her mouth and she had to pull her head away. She then took the cock into both hands and started rubbing the skin up and down very slowly.
David felt the ejaculation coming. He told her to stop jerking him off.
"I want to put it in you," he told her.
Vera stood up and waited for him to fuck her, but instead David also stood up and went to his pants, which were hung over the back of a chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
For a few seconds he fumbled through the wallet until he found the little piece of tin foil in which was wrapped the animal skin.
David pulled the foil off the bag and slowly slipped the bag over his cock.
"This'll protect you from getting pregnant," he told her.
Vera moved closer as he sat on the edge of the bed, lifted her over his hips and slowly lowered her onto the stiff cock.
Her cunt, which had orgasmed from his finger, was still wet and his cock slipped in easily.
Vera humped up and down for many minutes trying to bring on a second orgasm and an ejaculation for David.
Finally she came, just a few seconds before David. He pulled her closer and held her tighter around the cunt-ejaculating cock.
David had to hold his hand over her mouth to stop her scream. The cock was forced too deeply inside her, and it hurt greatly.
Vera collapsed against his naked chest as her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders. She clawed at his back as she tried to get off his cock.
Finally he released her and she fell into the bed, trying to soothe the pain out of her cunt.
David was satisfied that he had finally screwed Vera. Now it was time to fuck her mother.
Before he left the room, however, he gave
Pete a clean bag and told him to use if he wanted to.
Pete, as he watched Vera and David fucking, was rubbing his own cock until he shot. He ejaculated all over the floor, but he didn't care. It felt good, and that was all that mattered to him.
David returned to Mrs. Walters' bedroom and found her lying on the bed with her legs opened.
"What happened in there?" she asked.
"I was just showing the kids how to do things without getting into trouble."
"What kind of things."
"Sort of like the things we do together."
Mrs. Walters didn't want to believe that David taught her fourteen-year-old daughter and her fifteen-year-old boyfriend how to fuck.
She started to object, but just after a few moments of complaint David told her to shut up if she wanted him to stick around that night.
Mrs. Walters complied obediently and allowed herself to be fucked.
After he screwed her he turned over and demanded that she lick out his ass.
"Go to hell!" she declared. "I'm not eating out your ass!"
"Fuck you, then. I'm going home. I'll get my fun with someone else."
"No, wait," she yelled. "I'll do as you say," she said meekly.
Mrs. Walters crawled between his legs and spread the cheeks wide so she could get her face into his ass. She found the hole with her tongue and licked it until he was satisfied.
With her tongue hanging, she crawled from between his legs and climbed off the bed.
"I'm going to see what those kids are up to," she said as she pulled her robe on.
"What are you doing with the robe on? Those kids don't have any clothes on, so what are you worried about?"
"I'd feel better if I had some clothes on when I go into a bedroom where there's my daughter and her boyfriend. I don't like being seen by other people."
David shrugged his shoulders and told her that he would wait in bed for her to return, but after a few moments he wanted to see what the kids were doing.
Mrs. Walters, who the first time she saw the kids playing with each other yelled her head off, was now fascinated by what she saw.
Both bodies, much smaller than she, were bobbing on the bed, cunt and cock locked together. As soon as the boy ejaculated he rolled off Vera and saw her mother standing in the doorway.
He waited for her to say something, but instead she stared at the stiff cock covered with the bag.
"Aren't you taking that off," she stuttered as she nodded at the bag, filled with semen. The receptacle dropped from the weight of the semen, which was collected within it.
"No," he mumbled, still slightly afraid of her.
"Why not?"
"In case I want to use it again."
"Don't you have any others?"
"No, David gave it to me, and it was the only one he had."
Mrs. Walters still stared at the cock which was now becoming flaccid. She wanted the cock-to play with it, to suck on it, to feel it inside her.
She walked to the side of the bed where he lay and sat down.
David, at that moment, walked in and watched as she pulled the bag from his cock. She pushed the cock down, between his legs, as far as it would go, and slowly rolled the bag off.
The cock drooped slightly, but as she handled it, still wet with his own scum, it stiffened again.
"Did Vera ever use her mouth on it?" she asked, referring to his cock.
Pete shook his head.
"Do you want me to do it for you?"
Pete shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to say yes, but he didn't want to seem too presumptuous toward the older woman.
Mrs. Walters bent her head down and took the cock, wet and sticky, into her mouth. The salty muskiness of the sperm excited her.
She took off her robe and climbed onto the bed between Pete's legs. Quickly, she grabbed the cock once again and shoved it into her mouth. After all the sperm was licked from the cock she tried to make it shoot again, but it refused to.
Pete pulled his cock out of her mouth declaring that it was too painful. It was too soon after his last ejaculation for him to shoot again, and he told her that she would have to wait a while for anything to come out.
"Can I do anything else?" she asked, thinking that letting him fuck her was out of the question.
Pete shrugged his shoulders again and said "I really don't know, Mrs. Walters."
"Ida, for you Petey."
He nodded and called her by her first name. "How about me licking your ass."
"I don't think so, I haven't taken a shower yet."
Mrs. Walters was temporarily forlorn, but she then asked Pete if he would like to take a shower with her.
At this point David came into the room. He was watching Pete and Mrs. Walters from the doorway and was getting very excited by the scene.
Vera was lying there, with her legs spread wide, and rubbing her cunt with her hand. She watched as her mother sucked on Pete's cock and she too was getting excited.
When David came into the room she was ready. She climbed off the bed and said "you sit down here," as she pointed to the corner of the bed.
David sat as she directed with his cock, reaching upwards. Vera came closer and told him to pick her up. .
He lifted her off the ground, she spread her legs, and sat on his lap. Slowly he pulled her closer until her vagina was just a few inches from his cock. He lifted her a few inches until the tip of his organ was against the opening of her cunt.
Vera reached behind David and held onto his shoulders and as soon as she felt his cock touching her opening she pulled herself forward with a great heave until half the organ was inside her.
She groaned as the ramrod stretched the sensitive skin within her and pulled herself closer until most of his organ was inside her.
David began thrusting his hips back and forth as her vagina encased his cock.
Vera was in pain, ever so slightly, but still in pain, from the size of the organ, but when he held her tight and shoved his organ even further, the excitement she experienced was able to overcome the pain.
Mrs. Walters and "Pete, meanwhile, had gone to the shower so she could wash him.
"Bend forward," she directed.
His small body responded immediately and exposed his crevice to her.
She reached between the crack, with her hand covered with soap, and cleaned his anus and whole perineal area. Pete held his hands against the walls to control his body as the strange sensations poured through his veins.
"Straighten up," she told him.
He obeyed and they stepped from the shower. Her fingers, covered with the towel, caressed his body as it was being dried.
They returned to the bedroom just as David ejaculated into Vera. Mrs. Walters, whose reaction, a few hours before, would have been pure shock, now ignored the scene as she climbed into the bed with Pete.
David clutched Vera closer as he shot his load into her vagina. Vera orgasmed twice to his one and was in a state of absolute ecstasy as his sperm beat against her walls.
Pete was on his back and Mrs. Walters was kneeling between his legs as she licked his anus. She licked it until it turned red from soreness, but she wanted to continue.
"Take it easy," pleaded Pete, as her tongue whipped the sensitive skin.
She muttered something through her saliva that she would try, but couldn't guarantee anything.
After David lifted Vera off his cock he played with her small budding breasts until the nipples hardened and turned red with excitement.
David had to hold her down on the bed with both his arms or else she would have jumped off completely from the extremes of excitement.
"Stop ... oh ... stop..." she pleaded, but
David's ears were deaf.
He slurped on her nipples continuously as his hand rubbed the skin of her vagina.
Vera orgasmed again, and David had to hold his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming.
She fainted as her head spun with the utmost of experiences she was being given by the twenty four year old man.
Mrs. Walters turned Pete over and found his cock very rigid. She lifted his body off the bed and changed places with him.
She now lay beneath Pete and as he knelt between her legs.
Pete was too excited to think as he lunged forward and shoved his stiff cock into her waiting hole.
His body jumped up and down as forcefully as he could possibly move until he finally ejaculated.
He rolled from her and collapsed onto the bed, totally depleted from all the sexual enjoyments.
David and Mrs. Walters, however, were not quite exhausted and felt able to go through another round.
"Fuck me," Mrs. Walters whelped to David as he tried to shove his cock into Vera's mouth.
David immediately released her and mounted Mrs. Walters and shoved his cock in to its limit. Within minutes he ejaculated and caused her to orgasm once.
He fell from her and landed on the floor, totally exhausted.
Soon, all four of them would be asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
When they awoke, some three hours later, David and Mrs. Walters left the room to take a shower and dress, letting the two children a few more minutes to recuperate.
"What happened?" asked Pete, in a semi-sleep, to Vera.
"I think we were taught a few things about sex," she replied.
"Holy shit! You're not kidding. I don't believe those two. They're really wild about sex and stuff."
"I know," interrupted Vera as she tried to climb from the bed, but found that most of her muscles ached too much, and had to collapse again. "I think it was wild, though. We gotta do that again, but not too soon, I don't think I could take another three hours like that for at least a few more days."
"Yeah," agreed Pete as he rubbed his sore cock. "My thing is killing me. I won't be able to get one up for at least another week."
Vera looked over at the clock and saw that it was nearly two A.M. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "you'd better get going, Pete, or else your parents will never let you come here again."
He agreed and climbed from the bed to take a shower and dress. As he passed Mrs. Walters bedroom he saw the two of them locked in intercourse.
"Shit!" he exclaimed quietly to himself, "those two never quit."
After he finished his shower he dressed and returned to the master bedroom. He found David dressing and asked if he would take him home.
"Sure, Pete," answered David as he pulled his pants over his sweaty legs.
"Thanks," answered Pete as he watched Vera, naked, walk into the bathroom to clean the perspiration from her body
After waiting a few minutes for David to finish dressing they left the apartment and walked to David's car, parked in the lot.
"Well," asked David, "how did you like it."
"What?"
"How did you like the little orgy that we just had up there?"
"Mercy! It was unbelievable. It was the strangest thing that ever happened to me."
"Well," philosophized David, "in a few years you'll be able to go through a lot more and it won't even bother you one bit."
"I hope so," laughed Pete as he rubbed his sore cock through his pants.
"Oh, it will. If I'm around lots of crazy things will happen."
Pete thought that David was a real swinger and that this guy must be really experienced when it comes to sex. Little did he know that David was probably as little experienced as he was, just that David seemed more experienced because of his age.
He directed David to his house and as he climbed out of the car Pete again thanked David for. the evening of sin and pleasure.
David drove home happy about the whole night. He managed to fuck both mother and daughter, get a couple of blow jobs, got his ass licked out, and so forth, but he knew there was something missing.
During the week, at the office, he knew there was something wrong with the whole set-up, but he wasn't able to put his finger on it.
Mrs. Walters invited him to her apartment for the weekend.
"You didn't have to invite me," he told her roughly, "I was going to come anyway."
"Well," replied Mrs. Walters meekly, "I wasn't sure whether you were coming or not. You may have made other plans."
"When I make other plans I'll let you know about it. Until then I have an open invitation to come anytime I want to come."
She nodded and returned to her work.
David, towards the end of the week, was getting the idea of what was wrong with the relationship he had with Mrs. Walters and even her daughter.
They treated him as equals, which was what he didn't want. Even though he was sexually stronger than any of them, he wanted more control over them, he wanted not only to be their superior, but their master.
The next Friday as he drove Mrs. Walters home (he wasn't going home to eat-he would have dinner at her apartment) he told her what he felt.
"Do you love me?" he asked. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "very much."
"Will you do anything for me."
"Yes, anything?"
"If I asked you to blow me, would you suck my cock until I shot?" She nodded.
"And if I asked you to do anything else for me, would you do it?"
"Of course, David. I really don't understand your line of questioning. What is it you want?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, "I was just asking a few questions, that's all."
Mrs. Walters didn't know what David had on his mind, but she answered his questions as truthfully as possible. She wanted David to take care of her, sexually, and she knew she would do anything he asked to make him happy.
Richie and Susan returned to Mickey's apartment in Jersey that night, to make use of his spare bedroom.
Mickey was sullen all during the ride and Susan noticed that he was very quiet and withdrawn.
"What's the matter, Richie?"
"Do you like that guy, Mickey, Susan?" he asked brusquely.
"I guess I do, Richie," she said as she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't really know."
"Well," he began, "I wasn't too sure about you. Not the way you let him treat you last week. I mean, you went to bed with him and everything."
Susan had to admit it was true, but it wasn't entirely her fault and she let Richie know about it.
"True," she admitted, "but what about the way you fooled around with that girl Linda?"
"That was something else," he told her, trying to remove the blame from himself.
"That's bullshit!" she exclaimed, "you fucked her and let her blow you all night. You didn't seem to mind it when you came in her."
"And you didn't seem to mind when Mickey came in you, either."
"I didn't have any choice. He forced me to do it."
"Come on, Susan," he said, "nobody forced you to do anything you didn't want to do."
Susan admitted to herself that she enjoyed screwing with Mickey, but she couldn't let Richie know about it.
When they arrived at Mickey's apartment, Richie and Susan acted cool towards each other.
Mickey noticed this and would plan to take full advantage of the situation.
Susan argued with Richie as he pulled her into the room and told her that he wanted to fuck her.
She resisted and Richie told her to go to Mickey, yelling after her "if you like him better than me, then it's just fine."
She ran from the bedroom, right into Mickey's arms.
"What happened in there?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said angrily, but suddenly she changed her attitude and started cooing "Let's forget about Richie," she told him.
She put her arms around Mickey and kissed him hard on the lips. He opened his mouth to accept her tongue and at the same time he ground his hips against hers.
Susan reached between them and clutched at his organ through the pants and played with it until it stiffened.
"Let's go to bed," she whispered.
Mickey nodded and led her into his bedroom.
Linda was sitting on the bed, but this time she was fully clothed. Mickey nodded at Linda and she knew what the signal meant.
Immediately she left the room, leaving Mickey and Susan alone. They quickly stripped and climbed onto the bed.
"Suck me off first," he demanded, "I've got too much sitting in there for just a screw."
Susan crawled down the bed and contraposed her body against his. She pulled the stiff organ into her mouth as Mickey buried his face between her legs.
They both orgasmed quickly and then Mickey told her that he was ready for the real thing. Susan climbed around the bed and sat on his legs, slowly inching her way towards his organ.
With one quick jump she sat on the erect cock and let it rip into her vagina.
Richie, angry as all hell, lay on the bed mumbling about Susan when Linda walked into the bedroom.
"What's going on in there?" he asked.
"What do you think?" she answered coolly.
"I'll kill that bastard," he yelled as he jumped from the bed and started running for the door.
But Linda was able to stop him. "Forget about them," she told him as she grabbed his shoulders and kissed him on the lips.
"Whatever they're doing," she continued, "we can do, too. Only much better." She ran her hands over his buttocks and squeezed the flesh through the cloth.
Richie cooled off quickly as she kissed him. He threw his arms around her and pressed her breasts against his chest.
"Let's do something," she said into Richie's ear.
"Uh-sure-"
She led him to the bed and undressed him. Linda worked quickly and expertly as she removed his clothing, touching the correct area of his body as she worked.
After Richie was standing naked, with his manhood fully erect, Linda quickly stripped and attacked the organ with her mouth.
She let the head roll around inside the light little mouth as his hand played with the sac below the cock.
Richie groaned with pleasure as the hot mouth made the head tingle with sensations.
He ejaculated quickly and let her swallow all the milky white fluid which pumped from him. "Eat it all up ... swallow it ... " he muttered as he shot.
After the ejaculation he pushed her onto the bed and crawled between her legs to perform some cunnilingus on the young girl.
She responded quickly with one orgasm after the other. Richie gurgled as the fluid poured from her cunt, and into his mouth. She swallowed all he could, and whatever he found impossible to take he spit out onto the bedsheets.
Richie spent the next three hours with Linda, nearly forgetting about Susan completely. After he had ejaculated into her vagina he pulled out quickly and ran into the other bedroom, suddenly realizing that Susan and Mickey had been in there too long.
He found the two of them locked together in intercourse. After they finished, Susan looked up and saw Richie standing in the doorway.
"I'm sorry Richie..." she muttered as she gasped for breath.
Richie knew what she meant and turned to walk away.
"I've lost Susan," he told himself, "just like that," he said as he snapped his fingers. "Oh, well," he assured himself, "at least I've got Linda."
When Richie returned to the bedroom, Linda was waiting for him.
"Have you lost her?"
"I'm afraid so," he said sullenly.
"Don't worry about it," she assured him, "you can have me any time you want me." With these words she spread her legs and pointed to her womanhood.
Richie smiled and climbed into bed with her.
David and Mrs. Walters arrived at the apartment and found Vera in the bedroom, getting dressed to go to a dance with Pete.
"Pete's my steady boyfriend," she told them happily. "He said he really-likes me and everybody I know."
The two adults realized that Pete liked her because of the availability of sex within the household of the apartment.
"Do you want to play for a while before you go out?" asked David.
Vera shook her head in a negative reply but said "when we come back, okay?"
David shrugged his shoulders and led Mrs. Walters to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered David demanded that she strip.
"I was going to," she answered.
"Well, hurry up," added David.
"What's the big rush?" asked Mrs. Walters.
"I've got plenty of things to do before the night is over with."
Mrs. Walters removed her dress and watched, waiting for David to strip.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked.
"When you take off your clothes, I want you to come here and take off my clothes."
She shrugged and thought to herself that "David is acting crazy," but she decided she had better do it.
After all his clothes were off and resting on the chair she walked to where David was sitting.
He stood up and watched as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off and threw it on the chair. Then she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, letting it fall to the floor.
David sat on the bed and let her pull the pants, shoes and socks off. He enjoyed being waited on like that, and waited for her to pull the shorts off.
She put her fingers into the top of the shorts and tugged on the piece of cloth.
David raised his hips by pushing on his hands and let her pull the shorts off completely.
"Let's take a bath," he suggested, but in a rather demanding tone.
She conceded and followed him to the bathroom. David told her to turn on the tap water and let the tub fill. He also suggested that she put in a little bath salt. "I like bubbles," he said.
They climbed into the tub and sat facing each other, with their legs within each others. David tickled her vagina with his toes as she tried to cause an erection by playing with his cock with her toes.
"Wash me," he instructed as he stood up.
She followed his orders and took the bar of soap and rubbed across the hair of his body, creating great quantities of foam.
"Don't forget to clean my ass," he reminded.
After David felt he was sufficiently clean he ordered her to thoroughly dry his body.
"What's with you, anyway?" she demanded.
"All of a sudden you're giving orders like crazy and I-"
"If you don't like it," he interrupted brusquely, "then I guess I'll have to go someplace else to find what I want, and get it from someone who's willing to give it to me without any arguments."
"Okay," she conceded meekly, "I'll do as you say, but stop sounding like a slave master."
"Don't you remember," he reminded, "what you told me in the car."
"What was that?"
"You said that you would be my love slave, and all I'm doing is treating you like a love slave."
Mrs. Walters shrugged her shoulders and dried the moisture from his body.
"Let go," he directed as he walked from the bathroom and headed towards the bedroom.
She followed obediently and stood waiting for his next order.
"I want you," he said, "to lick my whole body. From here," he pointed to his toes, "to here," he pointed to his head.
"Oh, well, she said inwardly, "might as well. I want to lick his ass and cock anyway. Why not the rest of him?"
She knelt alongside his body and licked him from his foot to the face, until she reached his lips and planted a kiss. Her tongue was dry from its constant use, but David's saliva was quite sufficient to compensate for her lack. "Now lick my ass," he told her. She did.
"Now the balls."
Again she obeyed quickly and quietly.
"Now lick my cock, but do it slowly. I want this one to last as long as possible."
She took the head of the organ between her lips and slowly licked the head until it turned purple with excitement.
"Do the stem," he demanded.
She let the head slip from her lips and moved her mouth down the length of the organ until it was dripping with saliva.
"I have to get a drink of water," she told him as she climbed from the bed.
"Next time," he told her when she returned, "you ask me, not tell me."
"I'm sorry," she muttered.
Mrs. Walters climbed back onto the bed and returned to licking the length of his cock.
David felt ready to shoot. "When I come I want you to swallow it all, and then you lick it some more until I come again."
Mrs. Walters, excited by the fact that he would soon ejaculate, returned to the head of his cock.
The whole organ stiffened as David pressed her head further onto the cock, forcing it deeper into her mouth. It pressed against the back of her throat until she started gagging, but David wouldn't release her.
Finally, he shot right into her throat, and she was forced to swallow it completely. As soon as David released her head she tried to pull her mouth away, but as soon as she let the cock slip from her mouth he pulled her by the hair.
"I told you to keep licking until I shoot again, didn't I?"
She tried to get away from him, but his hold on her hair was too tight, and she was forced to stay over his cock.
"Now keep sucking," he added.
She replaced the organ to her mouth and licked the head violently.
David shuddered and rolled as the sensations drove him wild. After many minutes of licking by Mrs. Walters, he shot again into her mouth, and held her in the same manner, until she gulped the fresh supply of sperm.
"Lick my ass again," he ordered as he wiped the perspiration from his brow.
Mrs. Walters wanted to refuse and decided ttat this would be the time to do it.
"The hell with you!" she exclaimed as she jumped from the bed, onto the floor.
David tried to grab her by the arm, but she moved too quickly and ran towards the door. But David was just as fast as she.
Just as she opened the door he reached her and grabbed her body, pushing it onto the bed.
"So you're not gonna listen to me?" he yelled with his eyes gleaming.
"Please David," she pleaded as she twisted herself into a kneeling position.
"You," he said, pointing an accusing finger at Mrs. Walters, "have to be taught to listen to orders and to obey them quickly."
He turned to the door and flicked the latch, locking the door from the inside. "Now you can't get out, and you'll have to listen to me."
He walked to the chair, on which his pants were thrown, and said "I have to teach you a lesson."
David picked up the pants and pulled the belt out through the loops.
"What are you going to do?" she asked, terrified.
"I'm going to teach you that lesson, like I said."
"You're crazy," she screamed, as she crawled to the farthest edge of the bed.
"When I tell you to lick ass, you lick ass."
"I will, David, I swear!" she screamed as he approached her with the belt hanging loosely from his hand.
He stood over her, just a few feet from her face. Mrs. Walters was still in the kneeling position when he dropped the first stinging blow of the belt against her back.
She screamed, and yelled that she would listen to anything he told her. But he hit her again.
Trying to placate him, she crawled quickly to where he stood and pulled his rigid cock into her mouth.
"But you didn't do like I told you to do," he said as he pushed her away."
He hit her with the belt for a few minutes until she lay limp across the bed.
David was satisfied that he had taught her a lesson and she would follow all his orders. He pushed her to the other side of the bed so he could lie down and relax.
After he had rested for a few minutes, watching the welts form on her back, he told her to lick his ass.
With everything aching she crawled between his outstretched legs and did as she was told. Only late that evening did he decide to satisfy her with a screwing.
For the next two years David kept Mrs. Walters as his love slave, forcing her to obey every little whim. He was repaying the world for all the degradation he was forced to incur upon himself.
He was repaying the office workers for being lower than low, his parents, for treating him like a child, and the world in general.
He finally was able to get Vera into his possession, but it wasn't total, like with Mrs. Walters. She obeyed when she wished (which was frequent) but she was also able to disobey.
The difference between mother and daughter was that one was dependent on David for sex, and had to do what he wished, but the other was young enough to go out and get whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. She didn't need David, but she enjoyed having him around whenever someone else wasn't available.
Richie, who had lost Susan to Mickey, stayed with Linda for a while, but was dissatisfied with her.
He tried living with her for a while, but soon found himself treating her the way Mickey did; he wanted something different. He hunted for another Susan, but couldn't find her and decided to stay with Linda, if only for the hell of it, until he found the right girl.
She was still a decent lay, that was for sure, and as long as he had some way to get his rocks off, it was good enough for him for the time being. Anyway, she made him a fairly nice home, during the time they were spending together. Why, hell, he had everything he needed-fucking and food, and the tremendous security that he had something to go home to, someone who could at least listen to him when he needed an ear.
He used to come home some evenings, and the dinner would be waiting-chicken, maybe, or some good, though cheap, roast meat. It was as if someone cared about his existence in the world, and no matter what anyone would say about it, it was a tremendously important kind of thing.
Anyway, he would come home to a hot dinner, and although his lack of satisfaction with Linda as a permanent sort of person in his life was there, he still enjoyed-somewhat, at least-being with her, talking with her, living with her in the "homey" setting they had.
They sat around their little dinner table and chatted about the day's events, briefly, until eating the food became more important than relating to each other, and the rest of the meal passed in silence.
In a way, Richie enjoyed the silence, even though it was rather lonely at times. He could think about some of the things he wanted in life, without the threat of really being alone and having to confront them directly. He could fantasize about the kind of woman he wanted to find someday, and do it freely, because he had a woman, even though she was not the right one. After all, the reality of the matter was that if he had no one, he would have do-do something about finding someone-this way, he had his security, and could fantasize too.
He thought, this night in particular, about a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman, a lithe, strong woman with a healthy body and a healthy mind. He knew she was a stereotype, but he didn't care. He wanted her, and in his mind, he was perfectly free to have her.
He did the whole movie-scene number in his head over the roast chicken that night: she floated to him over a field of green grass; she came as did the wind-soft, waving, curling gently over the earth. He loved her, and she loved him. It was right and real and honest-that it was all in his mind was also too real.
At any rate, he could manage these kinds of fantasies, and this night he had a wonderful one.
She came to him over the green fields, and he ran to her, holding her in his arms and kissing her passionately on the mouth. She responded in kind, pushing her tongue into his mouth and letting him know that she was there, really there. Her lips were firm, and yet soft, and moist with the fluid of her saliva, coming from her mouth to his.
Even in his fantasies, she was alive and real to him, and had everything he wanted in a woman. He held her, kissing her again and again, letting his tongue force its way around her mouth, pressing against the sides and the back of her throat until she was gagging for breath.
And yet, she didn't mind, for she felt as passionately about him as he felt about her. He knew she wanted him fully, and so, with their arms around one another, they walked towards the forest, to a secluded spot where no other humans would come to disturb them.
It was their place, theirs alone. He held her tightly and then began to undo the buttons on his shirt while she unzipped her tight little top and slipped out of her skirt. She had no underwear on, and as he removed his pants, he saw her standing naked in front of him, and he couldn't bear the beauty of the sight.
He knelt before her and put his warm hands on her crotch. She, too, used her hands to begin the act, placing them around his head and urging his mouth down into her furry cunt.
He let his tongue shoot out tentatively, tasting the salty-sweetness of the flesh of her womanhood in his mouth, feeling the warmth of her crotch emanating out from her and permeating his very soul. He let his tongue wander slowly into the area of soft, pink flesh, and press around the wet, vibrating areas of the place he knew he would later pierce with his manhood.
But right now, right now, he wanted to have her orally, he wanted to lick her until she climaxed and collapsed on top of him from the draining after her orgasm.
He delved into her fully, thrusting his tongue up into the channel of her womanhood, parting the outer and then the inner lips with his demanding but gentle fingers. She spread her legs to make it easier for him, and held his head in her hands, pressing his whole face firmly into her wet, hot crotch.
Richie's fantasy continued, and he found himself unconsciously licking at his chicken.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Linda. "Is the sauce that good?" Apparently she thought he was simply playing with his food.
"Oh, yeah," Richie half-laughed nervously, "yeah, the sauce is really something."
"Glad you like it," smiled Linda, still looking at him as if he'd gone off his rocker.
And it was true, of course-he had, in a sense.
He had gone off to the world of fantasy in which everything was exactly as he wanted it to be. He had no problems, no fears, no pains. Everything was blonde and blue-eyed and beautiful. Everything was love given and returned. Nothing was the boredom and the complacence of his present life with Linda-nothing the tentative, haphazard kind of relationship they were presently having.
He went back to the fantasy. Shit, the woman was beautiful, wanting him, needing him-giving and taking all at once-and he loved her in a special way. He was still involved in his cunt-lapping antics, and she was groaning and moaning as she built towards a climax.
Her knees weakened and she bent them down towards his shoulders, pressing against his naked body as he dug into her crotch with his mouth and tongue, now licking, now nibbling the sensitive areas. Soon, his fingers reached in to where his mouth was working, and began rubbing the center of all her sexual sensations, her clitoris.
She cried out in a delightful way, a way that urged him to give more, to do more, to make her come as she had never come this way before.
She twisted and writhed under the power of her own sexual arousal and his stimulation, and cried out again and again-first his name, and then vague endearments that whispered of her love and her passion.
He grunted in ecstasy and pushed harder with his fingers, driving her wildly on towards her orgasm. Her hips twitched crazily and she went wild in his hands, spasming and tightening and then collapsing on his face and then in his arms.
He held her. He held her and then rolled with her onto the soft green mattress of grass, feeling his prick grown hard against her thighs, feeling the wetness of her own climax rub against his flesh and excite him. She held him tightly, too, letting him know that she wanted him again.
"Now, please," she whispered to him, and it was what he'd wanted to hear. He hadn't wanted to tire her too much at once, but if she was willing, he was ready. His dong throbbed up against her and would soon be in her hole, but he wanted to touch her first, touch her all over, raise her to a peak of excitement she had never known.
He reached up to her face and kissed her lips, pressing against them hotly, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and relieving himself of some of the tension that had built up in him. He felt an immense amount of excitement in his loins-he couldn't wait to fuck her, get himself fully into her and come as he had never come before.
He kissed the hollows in her neck and she let her head roll from side to side, enjoying the new arousal. He went down towards her breasts, pulling at the erect nipples with his teeth, gently, so she wouldn't be hurt.
She loved what he was doing to her-he knew that for certain. Her legs spread for him and went around his back, pulling him down towards her. He grabbed his prick and guided it into her, letting it sink into the wet hole all the way as she pulled him down on top of her.
He felt a tremendous joy as he let himself thrust in and out of her, first slowly, and then faster and faster. He'd wanted her for so long-he'd needed her, wished for her, dreamed of her. He pushed in and out of her twat with a longing for climax that almost overpowered him.
He held her more and more tightly and thrust faster and faster into her cunt, riding her with an ecstasy and a skill that he had never experienced. She held onto him as if she would never let go, pulling and pushing and twisting and writhing with him. They were together in their rhythm of passion and love.
Again and again he went down into her, and again and again pulled out, only to thrust down again. Her cunt was the warm home for his prick, and he knew it. He wanted it resting there, at home, for as long as possible. He felt so safe there, so wanted, so needed. And what was most important was that he knew she wanted him there too.
He drove hard into he; body and he knew that soon they would be climaxing together. Pushing and twisting, she thrust up towards him, and as they listened to the sound of their wet flesh smacking together, they both came, gushing their arousal and passion and love for each other in one huge orgasm. It was a heavenly, and yet wild, experience, and Richie felt the intense relaxation of afterwards coming over him.
He came out of his fantasy with a chicken leg still in his hands. He was more aware of his hard prick than of Linda's stupefied face. She'd been silently watching him all this time, wondering what the hell he'd been thinking about.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" she asked him somewhat nastily. "You're sitting there like a fucking ass-hole with that damned chicken leg in your hand!"
"Mmmmm," was all Richie could answer. He took a deep breath and looked up at Linda who was still staring at him. He wondered if she knew. He wondered if she knew that every time he fucked her he wanted to be fucking his blonde, blue-eyed lady.
And yet, suddenly, there was something about Linda that appealed to him again-the look in her eyes, her soft, smooth complexion. He felt a little twinge of wanting her the way he'd used to want her, with a bit of the same sort of passion. He decided they ought to go to bed-firstly, because he really wanted to explore this new feeling and see what it was about (and get his rocks off, too) and secondly, because he wanted to get Linda away from her questioning looks. He found it very maddening that she should stare at him in such an invading manner.
He put his chicken leg down, wiped off his hands, and reached across the table to her.
"Hey, listen," he said softly, "why don't we say fuck the dishes and the rest of dinner and go have a good fuck, huh?"
"You're nuts," she said, smiling for the first time that evening. But her hands reached back towards his, and she entwined her fingers into his.
It did a little bit to entrance Richie. At any rate, he still had his hard-on, and would try to keep it until they were well into he bedroom and on their way. She was a cute little cunt, after all, and he could still see what he had seen in her, even though most of it was not around anymore. So what, he figured, feelings change, but this piece of cunt in reality is better than the piece I can get it up for in my fantasy. If that chick was real, it would be different altogether, but she's not.
He got up from the table and his chair scraped against the floor. He pushed it out from under him and went around to Linda's side of the table, putting his arm around her waist and leading her to the bedroom.
"How come you're being so romantic all of a sudden?" she asked suspiciously.
Damn her, Richie thought, laughing out loud so she wouldn't see beneath the mask. Can't she leave well-enough alone? Can't she just let us fuck and have a good fucking time without spoiling it by questioning the whole fucking time?
He pulled his arm more tightly around her and they went into the bedroom, stripping on the way in, preparing for the habitual fuck. He wanted to make it different this time, but didn't know if it was possible at all. He just didn't know anymore if he could use the little bit of joy that was left in him for her to make their fuck even worthwhile. He hoped so, but he just didn't know any more.
He had his clothes off, and he rested in bed, propping up his head with his hands and a pillow, waiting for her to get in beside him. His erection was still around, and his dong stood up straight and tall. Maybe she'd suck him off tonight, he thought. He'd wait and see.
What piece of luck it was, he didn't know, but she did, indeed, decide to suck him off, because she came up onto the mattress and knelt between his slightly-spread legs, pulling the thick dong into her hands and letting her tongue flick out at it tentatively.
He spread his legs more for her and reached down to hold her head between his hands. He wanted her down on him, fully and quickly.
But she had other things in mind. She wanted to do it slowly, easily, gently. She wanted to take him bit by bit until she had him excited beyond his control. She had most of the power in this act, and so, slowly, she took the head of the prick into her hands and into her lips. She tongued it carefully, letting the oral organ surround the head and douse it with small amounts of saliva. She kissed it hesitantly and then more passionately, taking the whole head in her mouth and slurping it up, pressing against it with the pressure of her lips.
He had to say this for her-she gave great blow jobs. She knew what she was doing, and exactly how to give him pleasure. Her mouth came down around the whole shaft, and her fingers diddled with the sacs that hung beneath it. He felt his organ thick and stiff beneath her fingers and her lips, and his hips began to writhe slowly, eager to move with the rhythm of her performance, eager to react with a performance of his own.
He groaned out his excitement to let her know she was doing a good job, and that he wanted her to continue to do the same things. She knew by this time what he needed and what he liked, and she was more than willing to give it to him. Her mouth ran up and down the length of the pole, pressing and creating a tremendous amount of friction around his groin. The flesh of the organ rubbed and pulled, and Richie became tremendously excited. He was already anticipating his orgasm, shooting with a gushing force into Linda's waiting mouth.
His hips moved willingly into the song she was creating with her sucking and licking and rubbing. She was a magnificent artist when it came to performing fellatio on a man, and that she knew it did still more wonderful things to her skill.
She pulled and pulled on the organ until the heat in it, and the arousal in Richie's body, grew to become too intense to remain inside, and it burst forth in one creaming spurt after another, filling Linda's mouth with the satisfaction she needed.
She breathed heavily, along with Richie, and then crawled up into his arms to rest. They slept for a while, curled simply in each other's arms.
When they awoke, Richie found himself being aroused again by Linda's wandering fingers which were down in his groin, testing out the possibility of erection. She'd discovered that the possibility was definitely there, and Richie discovered it simultaneously, as his prick bobbed and then stood up, ready for anything.
He wanted to fuck her. It was kind of nice, lying there with her cuddled in his arms, and he felt almost sort of romantic. He leaned over to her, kissing her on the mouth passionately, thrusting his tongue deeply into the cavern of her mouth and discovering the juices inside that were hot and inviting.
He rolled over on top of her and felt the hard, erect nipples of her breasts poking into his chest. He leaned down and nibbled at them gently. Yes, she was a cute little cunt, after all, and deserved a good fuck every once in a while. After all, she cooked for him, kept house for him, and so on. He was filled with the tenderest of all chauvinistic feelings possible.
She spread her legs for him and wound them up behind him, just the way his blonde, blue-eyed fantasy-lady had done. His prick throbbed against Linda's smooth thighs, and he reached down to grab it and guide it into her hole.
There was absolutely nothing he wanted more at this moment than to fuck her, to fuck the sweet hell out of her, and let her know, simultaneously, the part of her he still cared for, and the part of her he couldn't bear.
His prick went into her, one inch, and then two, and then slipped in all the way, pressing against the wet, long canal until it reached bottom and his hard balls slapped against the entrance to her body.
She groaned out in ecstasy and he pushed in and pulled out of her, faster and faster, until both he and she were involved in a wild kind of rhythm, and pounding, almost desperate kind of movement that spoke all the words they'd never been able to say recently.
Their fuck spoke both of the passion and the boredom, cried of the terror of two people living together who are not really making it, who are not really free. The fuck sang of the animal love that happens between human beings and wept of the destructive forces of that animalism when it is carried too far, for too long, in the wrong ways.
And they moaned out the same cries, with their fuck. It was almost as if their lives were being acted out this night during these passionate moments. It was, as Richie had wanted it to be, a fuck such as no other they'd experienced. It would be, indeed, a fuck he would remember long after he'd finally gathered the courage to leave Linda and go out into the world again to search for the lady of his fantasies.
He came, spurting hot jets of cream into Linda's twat, and she spasmed with him, thrusting her hips up towards his and then letting herself ease back onto the mattress in the after-peace of orgasm.
He rested too, still holding her lightly in his arms, and let his mind wander. Blonde and blue-eyed, she came upon him again, floating to him in the dream of his reality, whispering to him of a love and passion he had never experienced.
He held her, kissed her, touched her gleaming skin. They walked together, and watched the sunny blue skies with their arms around one another. It was a day, a special day of loving, and he knew he was with her for a special reason. He felt so strongly that they had found each other not out of chance but out of choice, that they had come together, finally, because they had cared long enough and hard enough, and because they had worked even longer and harder.
No, it wasn't chance. Something as right as this didn't happen "just because." It happened because both people wanted it to happen and were willing to work as much as they had to have it become right.
Richie's eyes opened and he looked down at Linda's resting face. She was a cute little cunt-and he was tired of it. He wanted a woman.
