Here is the strange and perverse story of Henry Rider. It is the tale of a middle-aged man driven into perversion and a life of lust by a fourteen-year-old girl-his adorable, pubescent Penny.
But Penny is not the end of Henry's search for the soft, fresh warmth of young girls. It all began with his spiteful and very successful seduction of his own little sister-a seduction in which their roles ended up very much reversed.
From that time forward, Henry was a prisoner of little girl flesh. After the incident with sister Ginger, Henry was thrown out into the world to seek out the youthful sensations and pleasures that he craves. From whores dressed in pinafore and pigtails to his own adorable and nubile Penny in her hot pants and halter, Henry constantly feeds his need for the virginal freshness that he can find between the legs of his teeny-boppers.
CHAPTER ONE
Aha! Morning. The final, long-awaited morning of my release Freedom from wretched confinement.
My eyes opened. They rolled slowly, sleepily from wall to blank wall, reviewing each monotonous square inch one more time. I stared at the single, barred window, hovering aloofly near the top of the far wall, guarding the outside world, keeping me from it.
I sat up and lowered one leg to the floor. I yawned. I stretched. Yes, acting just like any other human being. Few enough outward signs of the psychotic, sexual freak. Perhaps they had cured me after all.
It had been nearly six months all together. Six months of observation, analysis, therapy And now they said I was ready to begin again, to re-enter society as a useful, normal citizen. That was okay with me. Quite okay. I only wondered in the back of my mind if I was ready.
Now I stood up and walked to the sink. I turned on the tap, and splashed my face with cold water. I wiped the sleep from my eyes with my fingers. Brushing my hair back, r stared at my haggard reflection in the mirror. That face was a good five years older than its actual thirty-five. I had lost nearly fifty pounds in those six months, and now I looked like an emaciated convict. It wasn't the clinic's fault, however. I lost the habit of eating regularly in the first three months of my stay, and I never really regained it.
They kept serving my meals regularly, in an) case. There was the knock on the door that signified breakfast had arrived. The knock was merely a formality, a courtesy. The door was locked from the outside, and I had nothing to do with letting anyone either in or out. I suppose they felt it gave the patient a feeling of independence or power, to be able to answer the knock.
To say, "Come in," as I did then.
The person who entered the room I had never seen before. She was a ravishing redhead by any objective estimation, tall, round, fleshy in all the right spots, with above all, this shock of the longest, reddest hair I have ever seen. Stunning would be an appropriate description. She was wearing eyeglasses. She was wearing a white hospital smock, which, despite its loose fit, could not disguise the plump protuberances of her magnificent mammaries and fabulous rear end. If it were not for the eyeglasses, which lent an oddly. exciting seriousness to her presence, you would think she might fill in documents, which asked for her profession: Burlesque Queen.
All of this I considered in the first few moments of her entrance, before she had even finished closing the door. Then it was closed, and she approached me. She halted and held the tray out. Her lush lips formed a smile.
"Will you be having this in bed or at the table?" she asked.
"Just put it down," I told her. "I'm only having the orange juice in any case, so just put it down. Thank you."
She nodded, still smiling, and put the tray down on the table. I stared up at the window, waiting for her to go, to hear the door close and the lock turn as subtly as was humanly possible. I always heard it though. That quiet click always had the symbolic force of a sledgehammer.
I turned to the redhead. She was standing there, straight and stiff, an awkward look on her face, uncomfortable, as if she was trying to hold back a fart.
I didn't know what to make of her, and I didn't have the energy to ask her, so I picked up my orange juice, and drained it. She was still there. She cleared her throat, and straightened her collar. The lush lips forced themselves into another smile. I waited patiently for her to come to her point, whatever it "might be.
"Um-Mr. Rider," she finally said. "Uh-may I call you Henry?"
"I'm sure that will be permissible," I said, wryly, leaning against the table, and gazing at the shapely curve of the backs of her stockinged legs. Yes, I could honestly, objectively say she was a knockout. My eyes mentally penetrated her smock, her skirt, her slip if she had one, her stockings, and finally I tried to imagine what lay beneath the tight, moist enclosure of her panties. I sought the most likely of the endless varieties, the rich, various hairy possibilities of mature, womanly cooze.
I let my hand drift to the front of my pajamas, and plucked at the single silver button that held my weapon in check. I felt the bump of it there, hanging loose, the .round head poked up near the edge of the opening, as if peering through that button fly, curious.
She saw my hand there, her eyes peering down, her own hand drifting up to adjust her eyeglasses.
"Yes," she said. "Mr. Rider. I mean, Henry. We haven't met before, I don't think. But, um-well, my name is Henrietta Wodehouse-spelt like woad, but pronounced like wood-um, Dr. Wodehouse, although, um-you may call me Henrietta. Um-would you like to call me Henrietta?"
"Sure, Henrietta. Yeah, that's fine with me, Henrietta. Why don't you tell me what you are supposed to tell me. I had heard a rumor that I was ready to go today, you know, leave this place. Does it have anything to do with that?"
"Well, in a way it does. Yes, Henry, you could say that."
"You seem nervous. Are you, maybe, supposed to tell me that I'm not going home today? Is that it?"
"Oh, no, no. That isn't it, Henry," she said, shrugging, looking at the floor.
"Because if it is, I'd appreciate knowing it, rather than standing here in suspense, Henrietta."
"No, I assure you, in fact, there is a very good chance that you will indeed be released today, if-if all goes well with your final test."
"What final test is that, Henrietta?" I asked the redhead.
"The test I am going to administer-um, I was chosen to be your therapist on this final test."
"What does, it entail, Henrietta," I asked, smiling grimly, impatient, wishing she would get to the point, and skip the verbal scenic route.
"It entails my-um, ascertaining certain definite capabilities of yours. Yes, capabilities!" she repeated emphatically, as if she was proud of her phrasing.
"What sort of capabilities, if you don't mind me asking you?"
"No," she said nervously. "I-I don't mind you asking me."
"Well, tell me this, would you-" One had to be gentle with the child. "Would you mind answering what I asked you?"
"No, no, I don't mind answering. No, I suppose I don't-not really, after all, I am a trained therapist. Even though this is a rather, shall we say, modernistic treatment that I'm supposed to administer. Even avant garde!"
"I dare say. But could you explain just a small bit-a hint, maybe?" ugh, oh, yes, you must think I'm acting rather strangely."
"Oh, no," I lied.
She took a step towards me and sighed deeply. She rubbed her hands together, as if trying to keep warm.
"Well, let me explain, if I may. Henry you were sent here by your own commission, because of certain-problems, in your sexual make-up. You evidenced certain proclivities, desires, which would fall under the medical term of pedophilia, which is to say, as you well know, a sexual longing, desire, if you will, for females of a tender age-underage in fact pre-pubescent girls."
She adjusted her glasses again, and gave me an understanding nod. There was. so much drama in her speech, you would think she was telling me the baby had just died, or I was going blind, or something more vital that a re-stating of a situation I was very well aware of.
"Now, such feelings may from time to time invade almost anyone. Yes, this is true. Studies have found that at some time or other nearly everyone, male and female, experiences something akin to lust for a boy or girl we would normally think of as too young to engender such thoughts. But, however, when a person reaches the stage where he cannot handle his desire except through physical action, then he becomes a social deviate, and not incidentally, a criminal lawbreaker. You, Henry, I am sure you now think unfortunately, became such a person when you seduced this girl-this twelve-year-old girl at the grammar school where you were teaching.
Fortunately, you were stopped before you went any further. With the choice of going on trial, or committing yourself to our institution, you chose the latter course. We are very happy that you did, or course. You have gone through a series of treatments, during these past months, and now your staff of doctors has decided that you may be ready to join the outside world once again, and now to live as a normal, American male of thirty-five years of age. But there is as I mentioned, one final test, which can only really be conducted in one specific way. I am speaking, as I suppose you have already deduced, of your abilities in sexual intercourse, with a mature, adult woman. You see," she said smiling, "A mature, adult woman before you, and she is quite willing to make love with you, Henry."
I scratched my chin, and stared at her torso, smacking my lips and smiling-no, leering, treating her like the scientific prostitute she was.
"So, they sent you to give me a roll in the hay, did they?"
"You could put it that way, if you wanted to," she said. "You see, in these sort of cases, previously, what is called a surrogate was often employed, and while the patient and the surrogate made love, they were observed by the doctors involved in the case.
The feeling now is that such conduct is primitive, and so it is felt that the only proper way to procure such data is by combining surrogate and therapist on one person-in this case, me. You do, I hope, find we somewhat appealing, Henry? This is rather important as well. We must be sure that any inability of malfunction you show is due to retention of your illness, rather than any superficial antipathy to the surrogate, that is, in this case, as I said, me."
"No, no," I said. "I have no antipathy toward you, and I wish you wouldn't say that like you actually expected me to malfunction. That's not a very encouraging way to behave toward a patient, as you know, Henrietta."
"No, of course not. I'm sorry, Henry, I really am of course, you won't malfunction, of course you won't. If anything, I expect-I shouldn't say such things, but I expect to be quite pleased with your performance."
"Yes?" I said. "Do you really? I'm so glad," I said, clearing my throat.
The idea of her active, emotional involvement in such a bout filled me, that moment with a touch of anxiety. Would I, in fact, be able to perform ably? Would I be able to fuck her? Would I, mirabile dictu, actually be able to make her come?
If the answer was yes, then it was true, wasn't it? They had cured me, made me able to respond to women my own age in a full, unqualified manner. But if the answer was no, if I was not able to perform successfully, not get an erection or sustain one at the proper time, no ejaculate, not make her come even close to coming, then everything had failed all the treatments, the tests, the experiments. I would know that my life would be that of either eunuch, criminal, or perpetual patient. I had to respond. I had to fuck that redhead like she had never had it before, like she had never dreamed of having it.
I glanced at her once more. She was standing there, making a self-conscious effort to seem at ease.
"What do you think, Henry?" she said. "Are you feeling able to screw?" I glared at her. For a moment, I was the old me, the obsessed me, and her question, that word, her voice, everything, seemed so vile and loathsome-so lacking in the innocence and purity I found so easily in children.
I quickly shut my eyes, and covered them with my hands. I rubbed my eyes and my temples as if trying to rub away the images and thoughts of my past.
I looked at the redheaded therapist again, at her long legs. I reached out and touched the white smock.
"Come closer, Henrietta. Come just a little closer. I want to touch you," I whispered in a harsh tone.
She gulped, and stepped closer. I quickly felt her legs, and ran my hands up under her skirt, right up to the tops of her stockings, feeling the garter belt, and then the bare flesh plump, smooth flesh of her thighs. She flinched, and started to pull back, and then thought better of it, and moved even closer, pressing her crotch against .my face.
"Yes, Henry, your hands feel so nice. They do-Ummmm."
I slowly slid my clasping fingers up higher, up to .the silky crotch of her panties. I pushed in, gently, and I heard the crinkle of her pubic hairs. I pushed in till my fingers were pressed against the plump mound of Venus.
"Ohhh," she sighed, and I felt her shudder all over.
I was beginning to think this chick needed to get laid more than I did. I wondered what this test would prove about her, if the same standards were applied.
Perhaps there is a bit of the pervert in all of us, doctors included.
"You like my fingers, do you, Henrietta?" I said casually.
"Oh-Oh, yes, feel my cunt, Henry. Feel my pussy. It's so hot, so hot for the touch of a man, and a man's hard cock."
I squeezed some more, pushed in at the opening that was the cleft of her fat cunt. I pushed panties and fingers into the tight pussy, and I felt my fingers immediately moisten.
"Hey," I said to her, "you are kind of hot, aren't you? It's all wet down here, Henrietta-a sticky wet-"
"Yes, Yes, I know," she shook her head, eyes closed. "You see, this-this test is very well, exciting to me, you understand? I mean to say, I have emotions just like anyone, and I know I'm supposed to be in control of the test, but there are always what you would call personal factors in any therapist-patient relationship. You can understand that, I'm sure, Henry."
"Of course. So you're more involved in this-more than just, you know, mentally involved, huh? You do want to get laid."
"Yes, yes, it's true. I need it. I need it as much as you, Henry. I need a big, strong, wet cock to fuck my cunt. Yes, that's what I need."
"All right, then, don't get excited. I'll try to accommodate you. I'll try my very best, baby."
"Yes, yes, I know you will, Henry. I know you will. And then, and then of course, we'll be accomplishing two goals at once. We'll be getting me laid, which can only be considered incidental, no matter how vital it may be to me, and secondly she shall prove finally, if you are cured of your pedophilia and can respond to an adult woman. Oh, Henry, hurry up. Let's do it. Let's fuck!"
"Raise your dress up, Henrietta," I said to her calmly, staring at her crotch.
She did as she was told, hiking it up till all it covered was her panties.
"Higher. Raise it up higher, Henrietta. I'm going to take off your panties now, and look at your cunt. Okay?"
She gave me an anxious look, and then she nodded quickly.
"Yes, go ahead. Do whatever you think is best for the occasion, Henry. I am your slave, now. Do with me what you will."
"Raise your skirt up higher, then, so I can get a look at what I'm going to be doing what I will with."
She raised it to her hips, exposing the silky pink panties. I grabbed them at the crotch, patting the bulge of cunt hairs. It looked like she had stuck a brush do her underpants.
The briefs clung so tightly to the cleft that you could see it in detail, taut and plump. I put my fingers there and pinched her mound. She winced, and her cunt muscles tightened. Then they loosened, and I massaged her gently, moving my fingers around on the pink, soft garment, caressing her mound and her bush, and the line that led to the fateful opening. She gasped and stared at me.
Then I lifted up to the waistband, and inserted my fingers under the elastic. Her pink flesh felt so soft and appealing. I felt my groin stirring with excitement as I ventured down and got a touch of stray hairs against my fingernail. Then I tugged the panties down, and revealed her bush, a gleaming, sparkling bush of bright red hairs. It took my breath away. Electric red pussy hairs!
I patted them, and then I slowly ran my fingers through, into the depths of the curly jungle, twiny undergrowth, clinging to my caressing fingers. I pushed downward and felt out the tender labes. I stroked them.
"Oh, that feels good, Henry," she breathed.
"Yes, it does."
"Open your legs some more, Henrietta, and let me get some fingers into your twat."
"Yes, yes, please do. Finger my pussy. Make it all wet and hot from your wonderful touch. Finger me. Jerk me off!"
"Now, there's a request I never expected to hear from a doctor. Seems, somehow, not right. But no matter, I'm no moralist."
Her creamy, plump thighs parted, and with a quiet liquid noise, the lips of her cunt separated, too. Now I was looking at moist, pink meat, juicy and tender and waiting for me.
I put my hand in and touched the meat with the point of my finger. Then I rubbed the finger in sideway, and started circling, around the walls of that beautiful pussy, around and around. She moaned, and her thighs uncontrollably started to slap back and forth at me. I smiled and pushed my finger in deeper. It was tight at first, but then she released her muscles, and I was moving in deeper, right into the depths of her sweet pussy, with my curious finger.
"Does that feel good, Henrietta?" I asked the redheaded therapist. "Yes, oh, yes, it does, Henry, it does. Don't stop. Jerk off my twat."
"Hah, hah, hah! You horny bitch. You older women are all the same."
I stopped short. I had almost given something away. The old me again, coming out when least expected. It was all right, though. She didn't hear it.
I continued to revolve my fingers around in her sweet meat, oily and sticky and hot, with a rising passion. Her thighs quivered and bucked, her crotch grinding out at me as I revolved around and around.
"Ohhh, that's good, Henry. So good! Keep it up. Do it, jerk me, jerk me off, you wonderful man, you-yes, yes, yes!"
"Ha ha!" I laughed. I thought it was me who was supposed to be getting the, therapy around here, but that's all right. I don't mind in the least, I thought.
"Oh, oh, don't worry, Henry, I'll do you, too. Don't worry about that. I'll make sure you're fully satisfied before we part-oh, yes!"
"Okay, baby. I'm not worrying, but I bet your parents didn't think they were paying to get you jerked off when they put you through medical school, huh?"
"Oh, please, don't joke. This is too serious. Yes, yes, mmmmm!"
"Okay, hold on, I'll really show you what it's all about now." I lunged my finger in deeper than ever, and joined it with a second digit, and the two of them rammed back and forth against her secreting womb, in and out, around and around, pushing in, pulling back, faster, harder.
"Oh, that's good, that's so very good," she cried. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Come on," I said, "that's enough of that for now, don't you think, Henrietta?"
"Yes, yes, Ohhh-Of course, whatever you say!"
I slowed down the gyrations of my fingers, and gradually withdrew them from her pink and clutching damp.
"Now, what was that you said about doing me?" I asked her.
She heaved a sigh and looked at me, as if in fear. She nodded quickly. Pulling her panties down the rest of the way, she stepped out of them. She took a long, deep breath and nodded once more, her eyes lowering to the area of my crotch.
"Now, Henry, we're going to continue this foreplay. I will do to you what you did to me, and something else."
"What something else, Henrietta?" I asked her, straight-faced.
"I'm going to suck on your cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Henry? I mean, it doesn't turn you off, revolt you, does it?"
"No, why should it. I'm a normal, healthy heterosexual aren't I?"
"Of course. But that's what we're here to prove once and for all, right Henry?" she said, glancing up at my face, and then .back to my hidden cock.
She put a hand toward it, and touched the button. She stooped down on her knees before me and edged her face close by. She used both hands to unsnap the button and open the fly. There was my cock. It bobbed out into view. I saw her eyebrows go up at the first glance, then she got control of herself, and touched it, the round, smooth head of my semi-erect cock. It was pulsing to life, excited by the naked gaze it was receiving, not to mention all the blood that had been flowing with the excitement of jerking her off.
That was, no denying it, quite a turn-on to have the upper hand so to speak, with one's therapist. Quite a sense of role reversal. In any case, I was not un-aroused by her, and that was very encouraging as far as the desired goal was concerned, my successful performance and ultimate release from the clinic.
Her hand now touched my cock, plucked at the knobbed head, and made it grow at her. She licked her lips a few times, and opened her mouth. I could tell what was coming, and I was very excited, and my cock grew another three inches.
She encircled the now very large prick in her hand, gripping the shaft at the middle, and jerking up and down, slowly, up and down, again and again.
It took my breath away at first, it was so pleasurable, the feeling of her soft, warm hand grabbing my cock, and pulling on it like that. With her free hand, she touched the head again, rubbing her index finger around and around the very tip of it, causing a maddening sensation of pleasure.
"Oh, it's such a nice, big, smooth cock, Henry. I really like it. Any girl would. That's the truth, any girl would go wild to have a cock like that in their midst, in their hand like this one-"
"Glad you like it," was all I could think to say. My self assurance was rapidly leaving me as I became caught up in the sublimity of the experience of having her jerk me off like that, with her lush, moistened lips lying in wait a few inches away, open, ready.
Her fist started to move like a piston, up and down, faster and faster, not stopping, not slowing, only jerking back and forth, up and down, the foreskin of my cock crinkling up at the thick head, and then straightening back, the prick standing straight, straight out of my pajamas.
"Do you like it, Henry? Do you like the feel of my hand on your prick like this? Does it feel sexy and exciting?"
"Yes, it feels good," I answered her. "It feels damned good. My cock, yes, it's good, good, very good-don't stop, don't stop!"
"I'm not going to stop, Henry. I've only just begun to make you feel like a real man again. You wait and see what's still to come."
"Yes, yes, give me everything-everything in your doctor's bag of tricks. Mmmm! Your hand feels so fucking good. Jerk. that cock, jerk it!"
And she did, up and down, up and down, pumping the length of my exposed and throbbing prick, up and down, again and again.
"But now I think it's time for me to suck on that cock a little, do you agree, Henry? Do you think I should give you a little blow-job right now?"
"Oh, yes," I exclaimed. "Do it, do it! Suck on my cock, you cunt."
She laughed. "Yes, you're a complete man, now, all right. You've risen to the challenge, Henry. You're cured. I'm sure of that."
"You're sure, but I'm not. Now, suck that cock!" I commanded her hysterically, grabbing my cock at the base and waving it at her, as I grabbed her gorgeous red hair and pulled her head against my heaving groin.
"Yes, yes, all right, all right. I wasn't going to leave you in this condition. We're not sadists, you know. I'll satisfy you. I think you'll b more satisfied when we finish here today. It will be something to remember the clinic by."
She licked her lips once more, and brought them against the head of my stiff stick. She let her tongue out, and let it lick up and down and around on the head, around and around with her moist tongue till my cockhead was glistening with her sativa. I throbbed and grew recklessly in her face. I wanted it bad.
"Go on, Henrietta, suck it, suck that fucking big cock of mine. Do it, don't think about it. Suck it!"
"Yes, yes, Henry, hold on. I'm going to give you a first-class blow job," she said.
She started to inhale cock, letting it slip into her mouth, the head, the shaft, inch after inch of it, into her mouth, to her throat, sucking on it, twisting her tips from side to side, lapping her tongue up at the sensitive under flesh of my prick shaft, sucking, breathing in, tightening her mouth around the big hunk of cock meat. She sucked it all in, till her mouth was to the base, her nose pressed into my pubic hairs, and her face against my pajama pants. She squeezed tight there, and then she started to move back up, up the long length of my penis, till she reached the head once more. She squeezed tightly there, and she ran her tongue around the very sensitive area just below the head, the delicate rim.
"Mmmm," I moaned. "Yes, yes, suck it, lick that cock, do your stuff, Doctor, do it. Suck me, yeah, suck me, mmmm that's good. That's good!"
And it was good. She sucked like a pro, going up and down on the sticky candy cane, up and down the length of it, rising, falling, back and forth, again, and again, making me spew come out of the tiny hole at the tip, sticky layer after layer, until I was coated in it, and she was sucking it in, down her throat.
Her sweet, tight throat chewed on my length, my hard, long manhood, stuffed inside her mouth, filling her, stuffing her. She gobbled loudly, liquid sounds of sucking filling the silent room.
Up and down, up and down, not slowing for an instant, sucking, sucking, up and down, up and down, making me jump and lose control, watching her, my own mouth agape, as if in empathy, trying to imagine what it must feel like to have eleven inches of prick jammed down your throat like a big rubber hose.
She sucked like she was born to the job, up and down, up and down, making me jump spasmodically, as she bounced up and down, her head rising and falling rhythmically as she blew me, up and down, back and forth, again and again. And all the while I watched her, holding my breath, gasping, excited beyond belief.
It was as if I had forgotten just how pleasurable sex could be, especially the ritualistic foreplay uninhibited females would allow for, sucking, being sucked. I had not tasted her pussy yet, and I told myself I would before she left me. Yes, I wanted to feel those cunt hairs in my mouth, bite on them, swallow them, eat and chew and suck as she" was doing now.
"Mmmm! Shit, that's good, Henrietta. That's so fucking good. Suck, suck, don't stop, no, keep on, do it, suck me, suck my big hard rod, let it run in and out of your mouth like that. That's the way, that's the fucking, sucking way! Oh, hell, yes, yes, suck me, you lovely bitch, suck my prick!"
She slurped, up and down, like some dredger, some pump pounding up and down on the derrick of my dick, up and down, back and forth, again and again without stopping. She was marvelous.
I reached out and grabbed a handful of her red hair. It felt tingly and alive, and I ran my hands through the long strands, and I shook with pleasure. I stared down at her, and I shuddered.
It looked so fucking, impossibly perverse, and sexy, this absolute beauty, in the formal attire of a white doctor's coat, and those eyeglasses she was wearing, sucking a big, fat cock. It looked so totally incongruous I would have laughed out loud, if I wasn't so swept up in the emotions and feelings of the blow-job itself. It was a good one, and my cock was positively on fire, stretching and shaking, and getting thicker and thicker as the blood and come seemed to rise up and fill it.
"Oh, suck, suck, suck. That's good, yes, that's so good, so fucking good, so fantastic, Henrietta. Keep that big rod in your mouth. Yeah, ha! It looks like some absurd cigar you're puffing on. Keep it up, up and down, yes, suck, suck, no, don't stop, no!"
She let her tongue go into action again, as she rose up and off the head for a moment. The tongue quickly shot out and did fluttering butterfly strokes all around the enraged, blood-red head, tapping, slapping, licking at it, inhaling all the sticky come that was welling out of the glands.
I held my breath, feeling myself very near coming. I did not want that to happen, not yet, anyway. Not until I had had my fill of this scarlet-haired woman of science. I wanted to suck on her cunt, and stick my hard cock up her pink and quivering pussy, and maybe up her asshole as well.
There was no stopping me, I thought to myself, not now. I was ready to fuck and fuck and fuck. Yes, she was a mature, adult woman, and a damned exciting one, she was, too-a sexy, four-eyed vixen who was gobbling up every blessed inch of my erect organ, sticking it down her throat, up and down, up and down.
She pumped and pumped, not wasting a moment, driving me up the wall with excitement and anticipation. I was ready to come, all right, and I had to do everything I could to prevent it. I didn't want to tell her to stop, though. She was going at it too hard and heavy, too perfectly, for me to destroy the vibrations and tell her to climb off, I didn't want to come just yet, thank you.
So I gasped, and held my breath, and tried to nervously wiggle around as she sucked, keeping the blood moving, keeping my cock bucking, heaving back and forth as she sucked on it, up and down, up and down, lowering and raising her pretty face, that intelligent, serious face with the eyeglasses and the dimples, all topped with that long, flaming red hair of hers, that marvelous growth of red hair, the same color as the burning bush between her legs.
I ran my fingers through her hair some more, through the long, flowing strands to try to keep my mind off what she was doing, trying to hold back my come that was sure to come if she kept up at that speed and intensity.
"Oh, baby," I muttered. "Yeah, that's so good, but slower, slower, I'm going to come. I'll come down your throat if you're not careful-yes!"
She did slow down a bit, moving more gradually down to the base, and then back up again, up and down. It gave my cock a chance to recover from the agitated state it had gotten into, now throbbing more mildly, pulsing against the back of her beautiful throat. She sucked and lapped at the swollen pole, running her tongue all over it, rising up and down on it, letting it soak her mouth with come.
"All right. All right! Slow down! Let me get a piece of that sucking action," I said to her. "I want to taste pussy in my mouth."
She lifted her mouth off the prick, and I got down on my haunches and then stretched out on my back on the floor there. I pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips were wet with saliva and my own semen. I pushed her back, and then grabbed at her waist. I pulled her ass toward me, and she threw one leg across my face, straddling mc. I lifted her skirt again, and saw her bare ass, a lovely thing of the plumpest pinkest flesh. I slapped it, hard, and saw it blush a darker red for a moment. Then I spread her cheeks and sank my face into the hairy interior, into her hot cunt, and tight asshole. My tongue licked and my nose whiffed at the strange fragrances exuding from there, from that damp, musty jungle.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried, my therapist cried. "Put your tongue on my asshole. Ooooh! Yes, yes, that's what I want. That's what I want! I want to feel your wet tongue in my asshole, my tight, gorgeous asshole!"
"At your service, baby," I said to her, whipping my tongue into a salivating frazzle in anticipation of the onslaught.
I gripped her plump cheeks again, spread them far apart, and dug in, like a contestant, a contestant in a pie-eating contest. I jammed my mouth and tongue against her pink, puckered rectum, and started lapping.
It felt firm and fantastic, and I dug around until the sphincter started to give and allowed entrance, an inch or two, and then more and more and more till my whole tongue was inside her; squirming, twisting around, pulling out, pushing in, my mouth kissing the puckered rim of the lovely anus.
There were red hairs in abundance, even there, in a circle around at the opening, and my teeth hooked on them and pulled. She screamed as I tore one of these ass hairs out by the root, and then her muscles seemed to all release and her sphincter opened even wider, and I pushed in, my whole mouth, practically.
I licked and licked, gobbling at that hard-packed interior, biting, sniffing at the rare odor of feeme.
She shook her ass at me, again and again, until I lost my grip on her ass cheeks, and they snapped shut on my face. I dragged my tongue out, having had enough of that nonsense for the time being, and horny as a toad.
"Come on, Henrietta, open up, get on your back. I'm going to fuck you, real hard, so get ready. Get ready for the biggest, strongest cock you've ever seen or felt. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes, yes, do it," she exclaimed. "Fuck that big prick into me. I want it. I want cock, hard, long, wet cock. I want it in my pussy-all of it, inch after inch, stuck up my hot pussy. My hot, hot, juicy twat."
Yeah, she wanted it, and I was ready to give it to her, and plenty of it.
She lay back on the floor and I hunched up over her. She held her skirt up to her hips, and that pussy was there, naked before me, gleaming with the sweat of her own desires, her need for cock. I was going to fill that need as I filled her beautiful red-haired pussy. I grabbed the scarlet bush and tugged on it. It was so soft, so thrilling.
"Here it comes, Henrietta. Here comes my big cock, and it's all for you, all for that tender honey pot of yours."
"Yes, yes. Stab me with your dagger, that hard, fleshy dagger of love. Your cock, your cock, your cock!" she screamed like a wild woman. "I want your big cock inside my cunt. Yes, now, now, now!"
I spread the lips of her cunt, and I jerked on my prick with my other hand. It was stiff and ready, and I pointed it down between the scarlet-fringed portals of her pussy, and I edged in. Just the head went in at first. Her cunt clawed at it, and pulled for more. I gave her more, inch after inch, pushing slowly, methodically into her hot, clasping chamber. And then I was halfway in, and I lifted my ass up, and drove all the rest in, right to the base in one move.
"Ohhhhh!" she screamed. "Ggggggg! Yes, yes, yes! Slit, my cunt! My cunt!"
I dragged my length back out, against the mounting pressure of her cunt lips, trying to keep me in. I came out as far as the head, and hen I burrowed back in, hard and fast, taking her breath away, and making her shudder and close her eyes as if in agony, but actually, of course, in tremendous ecstasy.
I started pumping like that, drawing out slowly, bit by bit, till I reached the end, and only the head was still inside her, there, and then lunging, plunging the entire cock right in to the hilt, skewering her on it, making her cringe and shake and moan at me, curse me and sob at me. I wasn't feeling so bad myself, either.
I pumped in and out, in and out, back and forth in that fabulous cunt, that tight, hot pussy, of my redheaded therapist. Back and forth, in and out, fucking, screwing her with my sword, long and hard and wet.
"Ohhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck that big dick into my hot, hot pussy, do you hear me? I want cock, I want cock. I want hard, hot, heavy, heavy prick all inside of me, inside of my heaving pussy. Yes, yes, yes, unnnggghhh!"
I gave it to her, ramming back and forth, again and again, slamming, jamming her erotic doorway with my eleven inches of fleshy muscle, my heaving, steaming rod of wonders, crashing through the barrier of clasping labes into the hot oven, the cuntal cave of this beautiful doctor, plunging, pumping back and forth, in and out, over and over, again and again, fucking her like crazy.
I felt my balls shaking and quaking, slapping against the tip of her cunt, as I stabbed in and out of her, in and out, fucking, screwing, using my stick of dynamite to blow up her mine, to unearth the load of sticky spew that rose out from her interior, rose out and coated my cock as it screwed back and forth, back and forth, fucking, fucking, in and out, back and forth, fucking, fucking, on and on, again and again, cock sailing back and forth in tight, hot pussy. It was coming. It was rising, slowly, hotly, rising, rising, filling my head and body with unimaginable pleasure, total rapture as I found myself reaching my first climax inside a full grown woman in months and months and months. And it was so damned satisfying, so fucking, fabulously satisfying that I could not imagine how the little girls that lay like haunting wraiths in my memory had ever appealed to me, made me abandon my senses, my inhibitions.
I pumped and pumped, and the swelling seemed to be growing right up into my head, larger and larger as I neared the end of this bout, the climax of this experimental fuck. I rammed in and out of my therapist's cunt, her gorgeous, tight, hot, heaving pussy coming, gripping my plowing prick and trying to hold it in tight. Her face was a miasma of emotions, panting, mouthing soundless screams, eyes tightly closed, then open and staring at me hotly, licking her lips, breathing rapidly through the nose.
In and out, back and forth, fucking, screwing the pretty doctor, pounding into her cunt, that beautiful cunt, that tight, hallowed pussy, in and out, back and forth. I did not slow nor stop, only fucked, pumping back and forth, back and forth, again and again, without ceasing, only screwing, screwing the redheaded beauty.
I pounded my prick into her, climbing higher and higher, toward the peak of passion, the veritable peak of it.
"I'm going to, Doc, I am, I am, any second, any moment, now, and you'll feel my hot, hot spew up inside your terrific twat. Yes, hold on, nnnnnn! Hold on, hold on! Shit, shit, ahhhhhhh!"
I took a long deep breath as I poised my prick at the portals of her pussy, and then I rammed it on home, right in the moist, soft depths of her open, heaving, coming cunt. She gripped my shoulders and screamed and pulled me close.
I felt it all Coming now, and I increased the speed of my strokes, twice as fast, moving, moving, in and out, not stopping, not slowing, on and on and on, fucking the beautiful doctor, about to come, fucking, screwing.
"I'm going to come, baby. I'm going to come. Yes, yes, yes, here it is! Here's my come, my fucking hot sperm, you beautiful bitch!"
And then it arrived at last, and it burst out of my cock and poured into her tight, heaving, quaking insides, her bubbling twat that sucked it all in and let the excess flow out of the sides, out into her pussy hairs, onto the floor, all around us in a white, sticky puddle.
I gripped her waist and kicked my cock back into her, dragged it out, slammed it back in again, in and out, in and out, fucking, screwing back and forth, back and forth, fucking and fucking as the come came out of my cock, hot, steaming, creaming, and flowing through her magnificent orifice, her tremendous, wonderful twat.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, oh yes!" she screamed. Hot come, hot come, more and more, yes, yes, come, come, hot, hot sperm. I love it. I love it, man, fuck me, you bastard! Fuck my fucking cunt! Fuck that big cock into it, in and out, yes, keep coming, keep coming, don't stop, don't stop! No, no, I tell you! Don't stop."
And I didn't, not for a few seconds yet, while the semen still poured out of me, and more and more of it, pouring into, her, filling her cunt to the brim and beyond.
I pumped and pumped, and she gripped my shoulders, and my arms, and pulled on me as if she was trying to keep from falling down a deep, endless dark well. Her eyes stayed closed most of this time, and she shook allover, her groin particularly, which quacked and bubbled and boiled as she caught all of the seed and drank it in, into the depths, the very recesses of her orgasmic cunt.
I did not stop, not for an instant, but continued to jab at her, rock through her opening, letting my come pour out, dribble now, more and more and more of it, all over the inside of her; inside that terrific, heated, bubbling, drowning cunt of Dr. Henrietta Wodehouse, pronounced woodhouse.
In and out, back and forth, screwing, breathless now, but fighting to stay with it, to stay on top of it, to keep pumping back and forth in her, back and forth, again and again, not stopping on and on, fucking, fucking, back and forth, more and more. I didn't want it to ever stop, not ever, just come and come and come again for the rest of my life, all my years spent stuck deep inside that therapist's pretty pussy, deep, deep inside.
She clawed at my back, dug her nails right through the cotton of my pajama shirt, ripping the shoulders of it, ripping it to shreds as she clawed and growled like an animal trapped, wanting it and not wanting it, succumbing to all the ridiculous indignities and inanities of orgasm, that unstoppable sensation that shows us all at our comic worst.
Comedians in the great human comedy of lust, oinking and rutting, squirming on the floor like mindless animals, not caring what we looked like, beyond vanity, in something primitive and base.
"Ohhhh," she screamed, "Look what you're doing!" Her tone of voice made you think of someone coming out of anesthesia just at the moment when they appendix is coming out of their stomach, a tone of shock and cold disbelief. "Yeeeeeee! Your cock, it's still in me, still coming, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
I pumped in three more times and then I had had it. I collapsed in her arms, and my cock slid out of her tomb.
She gasped and bit her lips, swabbing them with her tongue, shaking her head from side to side, delirious with her own orgasm.
"Ohhh, my!" she moaned. "Oh, my gosh, that was-that was fantastic, Henry-too, too fantastic. I don't know what to say, I truly don't. I'm just over whelmed. Completely, utterly overwhelmed. I've never had anything as good as that in all my born days. You're a genius!"
"Thanks," I said breathlessly. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. Not bad at all, Henrietta-ohhhh!"
We lay there on the floor of the room on the second floor of the clinic, still in the position of carnal embrace. My cock rested on the pillow of her sopping red pubic hairs, the head lying prone now, exhausted, no more throbbing, climbing for the ceiling in hot lust for cunt and mouth.
I panted in her ear, and she panted in mine. We lay there for several minutes, resting, catching our breath.
"Come on," she finally said, "Let's get off the floor. It's rather undignified. We were so close to the bed, I don't see why-"
She was the doctor once again, and I was the patient. Now that she had done what she was supposed to do, the nervousness had pretty much left her. She had accomplished her mission. She had gotten me laid, and at the same time, had observed my capabilities enabling her to judge my fitness to re-enter the outside world once more.
She stood up and straightened herself out, smoothing down her skirt, and her hospital coat. Then she remembered she had taken off her panties, and she found them and stooped to pick them up. She looked embarrassed for a moment, then realized it was kind of silly to be embarrassed in front of a man who had just flicked her, and she raised up her skirt again, revealing the lower edge of her scarlet delta. She raised up one shapely leg and stepped into the appropriate leg hole in the panties.
She repeated the movement with her other leg, and then she dragged the pink briefs up over her thighs; and up to cover her red pussy. She ran a finger around the waistband, straightening it, arid then she pulled it down a bit at the crotch where it was apparently too tight on her breathless pussy.
She pulled down her skirt again, smoothed everything out again, and then turned to me. "Well, um, Henry, I can genuinely congratulate you," she said.
"Congratulate me? For being able to fuck you, Henrietta?"
"Yes, for that. And being able to do it so exceedingly well. I don't mind telling you I was surprised. After studying your case I was afraid you would not be able to fully enter the-you know-the swing of it."
"But are you satisfied, Henrietta?" I asked the Doctor.
"Oh, yes," she suddenly smiled dreamily. "I'm satisfied. I mean, um, medically of course."
"Of course."
I watched her straighten her eyeglasses out.
"So I do pass the test, then, huh, Doctor? I made out all right? I will be able to leave on schedule?"
"Oh, yes, I'm fairly certain of that now. You see, as I told you, we went as far with the other tests as we could. All that was left was to find out if you would be able to react in an actual physical condition with an adult woman. There was no other precise way to test this reaction than for you to have an actual, um, physical relationship, and act of sexual intercourse, that one of us on the staff could observe at first hand.
"That was the final and ultimate proof that you are now normal."
"Yes, said, "I'm glad to see there are still some things technology has not replaced'"
CHAPTER TWO
It was my first day at Oleander Boys Academy. I taught four classes in Literature and Grammar, grades nine through twelve.
How I got the position as instructor is a long story. Before I left the clinic, I went through a couple of conferences with my doctors. They were trying to decide what I should do for a living when I re-entered the outside world. My. training had been as a teacher, but because of the incident that brought me to the clinic in the first place, It was thought wise to not send me back to a grammar school or regular high school. The presence of all those nubile teeny-bopper chicks, they thought, would be just too much of a strain for me so soon after my so-called recovery.
If I was to resume teaching, it would have to be somewhere where there would be no young girls whatsoever, to distract me and make me return to my old, evil ways. I was certainly willing to go along with that, but I didn't think it would be very easy with the blot on my record, the incident of child molestation so plainly a part of my past experience.
The clinic, however, had ways and means for re-establishing the patients they had faith in, back into the working world in responsible positions they were trained for. The clinic felt it was necessary to fight people's prejudices against those with some background of mental or emotional trouble, even if they had to lie or break the law a little to do it.
Therefore, my records were re-written, completely eliminating the blot of pedophilia that stood. out on my resume like egg stain on a tuxedo. I was given a letter of recommendation, saying that I had spent the last year as speech therapist at the clinic itself, teaching lunatics how to form words, and even complete sentences, a fine, noble pursuit for any man, let alone a loathsome pedophiliac.
As if this were not enough, they set their vocational trainees on the, trail of a job for me, and finally found one, the above-mentioned grammar and literature position at Oleander.
I went to the academy, which was located in New England in a decidedly rural community, miles and miles from any large town or city.
I went through an interview, and passed it, and I was hired. It seemed that it would be the perfect spot to slowly re-enter normal society. I didn't know how it would affect me when and if I did regularly run into groups of young lovelies, but I didn't see any reason in pushing it right at the start. A comfortable, quiet post out in the woods of New England, just me, my fellow instructors, and a hundred studious boys.
Little did I know how utterly uncomfortable things would soon become. But wait. First things first. A few words about teaching at a boys school.
They were well-behaved little brats for the most part. Snooty, too, the scions of the nation's wealthy, and they didn't let you forget it. I conducted my classes in the form of lectures, and did not let anyone speak or ask questions of any kind until the bell rang, and there was no time to answer them.
Lunch was served in a small cafeteria. Everyone had to stand in line at the counter to get the food, which was fairly good compared to most school lunches. Then the students went to tables to eat, and the faculty went into a private dining room.
There were five teachers all together, three men and two women. The two men besides me were on the old side, late fifties and sixties. Of the two women, one, Miss Meadows was incredibly old and grotesquely ugly, wearing warts, on every conceivable part of her body. On the other hand, Miss Fraser was a beautiful blonde of about thirty years. She was tall and voluptuous, and she was wearing on that very first day, tight skirt and a rather low-cut blouse that showed several inches of creamy tit cleavage.
I sat down at one corner of the table, by myself, but when Miss Frazer came in, she sat down next to me and introduced herself. "How do you do," I said to her. "I'm Henry Rider, English lit and Grammar."
"Pleased to know you, Henry. I teach French to the little buggers. Merdeurs."
"Shits. Yeah, I know what you mean. They stick their noses pretty high in the air. But I may bring them down to my level before I'm done."
"Oh, yes'? That will be fun, to watch. They never do anything, you know, exactly wrong, but that supercilious attitude can really drive you up the wall, after awhile."
"How long have you been teaching here at Oleander?" I asked her.
"Last year and this year. And this year will be my last year. I have another job lined up at a Junior college outside of Boston. What a relief it will be to work someplace close to civilization. Can you believe this place? It's like we were the last survivors on earth or something."
"Yeah, but I don't mind. I'm sort of getting back into society gradually."
"Oh? Where you been," she laughed. "Prison, maybe?"
I laughed back at her. "Almost," I said snickering at my private joke.
"What do you mean, Henry? I don't understand."
"I was only joking. I've been working in a clinic, a kind of rest home, and it did begin to see like a prison after awhile. When I saw this chance for the job, I grabbed it. Humanitarianism can go too far sometimes."
"Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. I was a candy striper in a hospital once when I was a teenager. I only lasted three days. All those bedpans, and rectal temperatures, were too much. I used to throw up as soon as I got home each night."
"Would you care for some of this dessert here? I see you haven't taken much in the way of food."
"No, thanks very much. I'm on a kind of diet at the moment. Trying to keep the tummy and the fanny a little flatter, you know."
I stared at her cleavage. "No, I don't know."
"Oh, you're making fun of me now. But I bet you don't like your wife to be overweight, do you?" She arched her eyebrows at that query.
"I don't have a wife, Miss Fraser."
"Call me Joan. Not married, huh? How very interesting. You're, as they say, available, then, hmm?"
"More or less. If you mean am I looking for a wife, the answer is no. But don't, um, let that stop you from making a pass at me, if you're in the mood."
"Well now, you're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you? What makes you think I want to make a pass at you?"
"I don't know. Something I sensed, I guess. You have the look of a horny woman about you. And from what I can tell there is just about no chance of your scoring any action in this place, unless, that is, you're not afraid to use your feminine wiles on one of these young student studs of ours."
"What do you think I am, Henry. Some kind of pedophiliac, for goodness sake?"
"Oh, no, no," I quickly laughed. "Nothing so vile as that. Just, as I said, a bit horny perhaps."
She took my ribbing good-naturedly. She was a likable, sexy female, and by any normal gauge, I should have been turned on by her, and working my way into her confidence, rather than coming on cheap and aggressive, and risking losing her completely. But there was the rub. Did I, in fact, want her, desire her sexually as any normal-repeat-normal heterosexual would?
I told myself I did. I told myself I wanted her very, very badly. I stared at her cleavage for a good, long time, till she noticed it and winked suggestively.
"See something you like, Henry. dear?" she said, pouting.
"Oh, yes. Quite a pair, Joan, if you don't mind me saying so. Quite a fantastic pair."
She pretended to blush. "Oh, thank you. I suppose I should be complimented, but they are, actually, only natural endowments. I mean, I did nothing to earn them. That's how it is, you know. Some girls get big knockers and some don't. I suppose I'm just one of the lucky ones, hm?"
"No," I whispered. "I'm one of the lucky ones. I get to look at them. Only a portion of them, alas, due to the Puritan ethic against nudity."
"Well, gee, what would you have me do, parade around school topless? Or more than even that. I have a feeling it wouldn't exactly lend the proper note of dignity to my office as teacher. The students would tend to deride such attire."
"Maybe so, but the faculty would go ape. You have my word for it."
"Oh, well, if I have your word, then I can hardly go wrong, can I?"
"Not hardly," I said, staring into her eyes and taking fleeting glimpses now and then at the creamy tits. "You're eyes are very blue, aren't they? They are almost bewitching."
"How nice of you to say so," I said. "I'm sorry that I can't compliment you in any such specific way. All of you is perfection."
"Oh, now, Henry. I bet you say that to all the French teachers."
"Perhaps. Tell me how long they give us for this blessed lunch period."
She looked at her watch.
"Another thirty minutes to go. Why? What did you have in mind, dear boy? Anything I might be interested in?"
"I am sincerely hoping you will be, when I tell you what it is."
"I know, you want very badly to show me your etchings. You have them out in the back seat of your car."
"Well, you're close. It does, in fact, have something to do with a graphic art. But it's not in my car. In fact, I carry it around with me just about everywhere."
"That does sound intriguing, Henry, very intriguing."
"If you're finished with that meager meal, we can go investigate our future together. Shall we?"
"I think I'm willing to risk iniquity with you. After all, your eyes are very blue, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are, aren't they?" I said. "And your tits are very big, aren't they, Joan."
"I am proud to tell you the truth. With your eyes and my titties, we may make a very combustible pair."
"Yes, I'm thinking the same thing. So let's go and find out."
"They're too old to even guess at what we might be up to." She laughed. "They are on the aged side. Shall we go, Henry?"
I stood. She started to, and I pulled her chair back. "My arm?" I said.
"Thank you. You are the gentleman, aren't you?"
"My mother taught me that manners impress a lady you're trying to make."
"Your mother seems to have had a very progressive attitude."
"Yes, she used to let me play with my sister, and we certainly did play, until-"
"What?"
"Oh, never mind. Sorry I just got distracted. Let's get out of here. Time is wasting."
I extended my arm, and she linked one of hers under it. We left the cafeteria and went down the corridor. Joan looked around quickly, perceived that there was no one watching us, and then we ducked into a room on our left. She went to the. desk in there, and. got a key out with which she locked the door.
Then she approached me with a big smile on her face. She embraced me and we kissed passionately, on the lips, hard and wet. My tongue pushed into her mouth and explored the first orifice I entered, but it wouldn't be the last.
"Oh, baby," she muttered. "Yeah, mmm, you are good, you are fast."
My hands embraced her, down low, cupping her plump ass cheeks. She squirmed but finally responded warmly, shaking the big buttocks at me, encouraging me to press harder, feel out the curves of that fine bottom.
"Come on," she said. "We haven't got much time. Let's get undressed and get to fucking. I am so horny you wouldn't believe it. I just can't tell you how long it's been since I had a good stiff prick up my twat, but it has been awhile, that's for sure. We're so far from everything up here, that it's actually a pain in the ass to try and find a male who isn't impotent. Quite a problem."
"I can imagine, that must be plenty painful. For one so randy as you, you gorgeous, sexy bitch, you. Yeah, I want to fuck you all right."
"Then get your clothes off, big boy and let's get the game going."
"Right you are, baby. Clothes off and pricks out, at your service."
We started peeling off our duds, as quickly as, possible. I watched her intently as her blouse came off and then her skirt, and she stood there before me in that supposedly innocent classroom in bra and panty hose. You could see her pussy curls through the sheer material of the hose, and that certainly had its erotic effect on me. I licked my lips and moved closer, flinging off my underpants, and gripping my cock, and letting it grow as I stared at her curvy body.
"Do you want to take this off me, please?" she asked, turning her back to me.
I moved up and unhooked her bra. It came off, and I got a look at her bare tits, big, delightful, plump mammaries, bobbing with her every breath. My cock went absolutely rigid in my hand, and I pressed the swelling head against the nylon cheeks of her big ass. The feel was electric and I grew even larger.
I stuck my fingers in the waistband of those tingly panty hose, and slipped them down till I was tightly pressed against the smooth bare flesh of her ass. I pushed my fingers in between the cheeks and felt the heat and the moistness in there.
I turned her around quickly, stuck my other hand in the front of the panty hose, and ripped them down so fast, they split. They hung in a droopy bundle at her thighs. I smiled and moaned quietly, seeing her fleecy bush of light brown curls. I ran my hand over the thatch and tugged on the long, curled hairs.
We fell into another embrace, my hands exploring her fully, gripping fingers into the valley of her firm asscheeks, tugging on her pussy hair and so on.
She moaned breathlessly, and there was no question that she was just s horny as she had claimed. She shuddered all over as my hands explored her.
"Feels good, huh, Joan? You like a man's hands on your cunt and ass."
"Oh, yes, Henry. I love it. I love cock. I love men. I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick that fat prick deep inside my lovely, warn twat."
"I intend to," I said. "You just hold on and get ready. We'll do some heavy fucking you and me. Enough to satisfy you for another six months or so. Hold on."
"Yes, Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me, hard and long. Yes, yes, yes."
"Let's go over on the desk there. That's the most comfortable spot."
I edged up to her against the desk and I moved my mouth onto her fleshy, pink body, kissing her jiggling tits, licking the long, erect nipples, and continuing down along her stomach and down to her thick sporran of brownish pubic hairs.
"What a fucking gorgeous pussy you have, Joan, just fantastic!" I said, perched over the cunt, and sighing against the curls, watching them rustle under my excited breath. We was quite a catch, especially for my first day at school.
I opened her thighs, an inch at a time, and I lowered my head at the hot damp hole of hers, and I licked my tongue out and around on the hairy pink lips. I fluttered my tongue around on the taut labes, opening them, closing them, opening them again. I poked the tongue in further, into the hot hole itself, dabbing, exploring, licking up that wetness that was all over like a morning dew. My tongue went into action, around and around, in and out.
"Shhhhit, ohhhhh!" .she moaned. "That feels so fucking good, Henry."
"Like it, do you baby? Like my hard tongue in your hot twat?"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes-oh, yes, your tongue feels so good, so very good, so hot on my tender box, my warm, wet pussy. Lick it, lick it, Henry."
I licked even more intently, running my tongue up and down, in and out of the clenching orifice, the strong-smelling tomb of her passion. My rubbery dagger rubbed industriously, like a loving dog, up and down, around, in and out.
"Oh, yes, that feels so fine, so wonderful. Your wonderful tongue on my twat is so nice and sexy."
I hadn't been licking her for more than a minute and a half, but already she was shaking in orgasmic delight, trembling thrills moving all up and down her body, lighting her face with passion, making her gasp and groan with the thrill of my hard, lapping tongue going in and out of her deep, deep cunt, brown hairs and all, pink meat and all, labes, mons, clitoris, shuddering with the near-orgasmic sensations of a tongue revolving and revolving in that heated interior.
Her whole body bucked and twitched, as passions. She had not felt in many months began to rise up from her lovely, lappable loins, hot and hairy.
"Ooohhhh, yesssss! That is good, Henry. That tongue in my twat is so fucking good. You see, you see why I never bothered any of the students for this treatment. They could never be this professional, this effective. It takes a man, a man who knows how to treat a mature, adult woman."
I nearly choked on cunt when she said that. I took a deep breath, hung my tongue out once more and resumed my sucking of this most appealing pussy, even if it was at least thirty or so. I had to get over all those old feelings of disgust for anyone over the age of fifteen. I had to be normal, like the clinic said I was.
I had to find this voluptuous, thirty-year-old the most exciting. thing on this earth, the most desirable, the sexiest, the lushest piece of ass it could ever be my luck to become intimate with. There I was, for fuck sake, sucking her naked twat, and wondering if I really found her appealing.
But my cock was responding, in any case, throbbing strong and ready to get into action as soon as I would let it, as soon as I had finished with my oral attack on that sexy teacher's sexy twat, that humming, purring pussy where my ocular attentions were now fixed.
"Ohhh, such a cunt I have. Such a passionate orifice. Lick it, lick it, lick it, jab that rubbery dagger around and around, plunging, licking, driving me up the wall with my pursuit of ultimate pleasure. Oh, yes, oh yes, you wonderful wacky, wild, cunt-lapping fool, you. Suck away-suck, suck, suck!"
My tongue did pirouettes in her pulsating pussy, pirouettes as her thighs did their own balletic motion, spreading wide for my entrance as Joan leaned back on the desk that was meant to hold scholarly treatises at least! Around and around, now changing tempo, from ballet to square dance, in that dungeon of pink delights, swabbing, swirling, round and round, back and forth, round, and around, and around, and here we go, lick that cunt and a dosey do!
She couldn't stand it any longer, and she clapped her legs together against my head like two cymbals, with a clarinetist between them.
I licked and licked in and out, around, and around, sucking, sucking, licking my tongue through all sorts of wonderful, tasty meat, the meat of her one and only pussy, her fabulous hole of plenty, so big, so hot, so hairy, so full of love for my invading tongue, that object rolling impulsively in her very depths, striking out into virgin territory, so deep was I, so lost in a jungle of quaking meat, heated medium rate, clasping tight on my face, as I wandered aimlessly, weak and weary, looking for that light in the window, the north star to show me the way home, any fucking thing out of there, it shook so!
Lips clutching back and forth on my mouth and nose, hard; soft, wet, dry, a milky mucous sticking to my face, and blurring my vision so that I truly was licking by instinct alone, driving on automatic pilot through that clouded silk that was her cunt, in, deeper and deeper, into the vast, unknown interior, deeper and deeper, climbing, treking where no man had ever been, where no man had been and come back to tell the tale at least, the depths, the darkness of unexplored territory, climbing deeper and deeper, my tongue exhausted, crying for water, even contaminated, choleric water, anything but that salty liquid that flowed from her cunt, that pussy I was penetrating with tongue and mouth and nose, in deeper and deeper, never coming back, I feared, plunging, rubbing, sucking, in and in, rolling tongue along the unmarked trail, hoping I could find my way back put in time for my next class, driving her to the lower depths of orgasmic degradation, to the den of her own interior iniquity, to the pitch of passion, where every man sees himself alone as he really is, sucking, sucking, not breathing, like some retarded skin diver who only forgot all of his equipment, mask, fins and aqua lung, breathing on borrowed time but not caring, and diving deeper into the musky, dark depths where pink and squiggly creatures roamed weirdly.
I mean to say, this was some in tense sucking I was giving her. Stupid, aged chick. I'll suck your fucking pussy, all right. Hold on, asshole, cunt face, ugly worm-brain, useless spider-vomit woman!
I licked and licked and licked, through pulsating, orgasmic pussy, her pussy, so pink, so hairy, so excited by the entrance of my unusually naughty tongue!
My pussy, suck it, suck it. Fuck, fuck! Oh, great, creeping shits, I'm coming, I'm coming, master. Waaaaaa!"
My tongue did manic dashes through her orgasmic orifice, dancing a mad jig, up and down, in and out, around in ridiculous circles. I raised the length of wet skin and slapped it down like a sledgehammer on her hole, bang, bang, bang, in and out, up ,n the air, then crashing down, breaking rocks, pink rocks in the placid pools of teacher's pretty pussy, pow, pow, pow, slapping my tongue down, hard" hard again and again, now a missile an atomic warhead, rolling my tongue into a tight, pointy cone, and blasting into her recesses, exploding all that orgasmic cunny, brown hairs and pink meat all over the school yard, boom! Licking, lapping, not stopping, not slowing even for an inhalation of bad breath, chafing, going in for the kill while the going was good, in, in, in, deep inside a lustrous, lapped-out twat.
"Yi, yi, yi, yi! That's all, that's all. I can't take any more, I can't! No, stop that sucking please, I can't stand it. It's too much, Henry. I'm out of my mind. Out of my skull. Please, please, stop!"
I wanted to suck her till she was dead. But I stopped. She was screaming too loud. I raised my face up from her slimy center, and I swung a fist at her face. There was a loud crack of my knuckles smashing her jaw. She groaned loudly and fell back. Her h ad hit the desk with a bang, and then she moaned like an ambulance siren. I punched her in the stomach, and pulled on her cunt hairs, till her mouth opened, and I could see her wincing in pain.
I gripped my skull and reeled back from the desk. I stumbled over one of the smaller, student desks and I crashed to the floor. I pulled myself up in a tight ball, and shuddered profoundly.
What was wrong with me? What? I shook my head and tried to calm down from the rage that had overtaken me.
All the old feelings had returned for that moment, as strong as ever. For a moment, I was ready to kill that Woman, that Woman I was sucking. Kill for no reason other than she had outlived the ideal, my ideal. She had outlived her youth, her innocence, and had grown into the depravity of an adult.
She sat up. Her mouth was bleeding, a thin scarlet line that dripped from the Corner of her lip, and down over her chin. I quickly tried to think of what to say to her, what lame explanation I could give for my temporary insanity. Then she said, "Wow, when you get aroused, you get aroused! I thought you were going to kill me there for a minute. Shit, that was just the right touch to tap off that fantastic cunt lapping performance, Henry. I'm really impressed with you. I hope you'll oblige me, and do that again same time. But naw it's your turn. Came an, get ever here and let me suck en that cock of yours."
"What? But, suck me? Yes, all right, here I come. All right, Jean, you can p ay with my prick. Stick it in your mouth. Go right ahead."
I crawled on the fleer ever to her, and then steed up. I leaned against the desk and she came around be fare me, smiling, licking her lips, as she stared at my prick, naked and twitching down there between my legs. She get down en her knees, and touched me. She moved her face closer and gripped my long, moist cock in her hand. She jerked it back and forth several times, licking her lips, excitement growing en her face with every stroke, en the growing dick.
"Mmm," she muttered, "it's such a nice, big one. A very lovely prick, Henry. Lovely head, it's so big and smooth. Like an egg. I'm gonna suck that egg, Henry. I'm going to put it in my mouth and suck it till it hatches. Yes, I'm going to suck it, eat it, swallow whatever nice wet stuff it shoots at me, mmmm."
Her lips parted and a pink tongue came out and licked them. The fingers of both her hands gently ,circled the base of my throbbing prick, and her mouth slowly came down until it . Softly made contact with the smooth, thick bulb of my prick head.
Her wet tongue made quick jabs all around it, then longer, wetter dabs, till it was fairly covered in saliva, and then she sucked it in, inch by inch her hands feeding it upwards, and caressing my hairy balls with that precise touch.
"Yeah, Joan, yea, that's the way," I whispered, panting with excitement as the sucking built up speed. "You know how to do it, baby. You know how to suck that dick, do it, so it, that feels real good."
She started pumping now, up and down, first slow then fast then slow again. It took all the control I had to keep from shooting off almost immediately. Yes, she knew how to suck a cock. She could teach that subject, yes, she did teach French, didn't she?
Her fingers trailed down and squeezed my balls from the bottom, running a long, sharp nail along the sensitive scrotal line. My balls quivered delightedly, shivering with the excitement of her tickling touch.
"Suck my balls, too, Joan. Give them a taste of your hot, wet mouth. Yeah, do it. Suck those hairy balls, put them in your mouth and suck, suck, suck."
She lifted her mouth off the stiff pole, and let her lips drop to my heaving, well-filled sacs. She lapped at them with her tongue, and kissed them tenderly. Her teeth clawed at the tangled fibers there and her tongue lapped hungrily at the hanging testicles. It felt fantastic. Really erotic!
"Yeah, that's it. Joan. Suck those balls. Put them in your mouth and roll them around. Yeah, that's the way, that's the way. Wow, that's great!"
I reached down and played with her round titties. I plucked and. poked at the erect nipples, tweaking them between two fingers, pulling them till she shook my hand off with a shudder of pain.
Big, beautiful tits, I thought. Nothing wrong with them.
She pumped up and down, sucking me, dragging all the spermy spew that flowed out in small layers down her throat, down, gurgling as it dropped on. Up and down, swallowing every inch of me, and then rising up till only the head was still within her.
Then down again, and then up, down, up, sucking, pumping, rising and falling on my thick, swollen prick, really getting down to it, a massaging that made my balls bright red with agitated delight, pulsing and growing, tickling my shaft as she ran up and down on it, up and down, again and again, sucking, sucking.
I was really enjoying it. All the hate that had hit me suddenly while I was lapping at her loins was gone, and I was ready for pleasure, sexual enjoyment, and gratification with this lovely lady who taught French, grades nine through, twelve. She did a wonderful job of eating me, increasing and decreasing speed, as she thought it would improve the sensations I derived, up and down, sucking, pumping, making me grow and throb and moisten, getting ready to come. "Oh, shit, Joan. That's it, that's good, that's fucking good. Yes, yes, all, shit, shit! Suck my cock. Suck my big prick. Put it in your mouth, yeah, swallow it down, that's it. That's the way, up and down, shit, up and down, fuck, yes, yes, more, do it, do it, that's the way, that's the way, don't stop, don't stop. Keep on, keep on, keep on sucking, baby. Keep at it!"
Her head rose and fell as regularly and rhythmically now as a metronome, finding the perfect speed and just repeating the movement, up and down, up and down, squeezing, rubbing at me, up and down, sucking, sucking, eating my big, wet cock.
I started to feel giddy with the thrill of it, shaking and laughing and giggling, rotating my hips, grinding them out at her, as she rolled and rose and fell on my prick, hard and heavy) forcing it down deep in her throat, then releasing the construction) letting it slide out and then, just as it was about to fallout free, recapturing it and swallowing down hard, right to the base.
Up and down, again and again, not resting not stopping even to take what was probably a much-needed breath. I could see her gasping as she reached head, and began to next descent. She was inhaling through her nose, and not getting half enough hair.
But she was quite a sexual trouper and she didn't stop or slow one fucking bit, just kept sucking on my long, tiff prick, up and down, up and down on and on again and again, hardly giving me a chance to come if I wanted to, which I didn't, not until I had gotten my fill of her attributes.
She sucked and sucked, and I grabbed her head, and fondled the pattern, up and down, up and down. I was breathing raggedly, trying to keep in control, to keep from coming, as she sucked ate, rose up and down on my pulsating pole, up and down, faster, faster, harder, slamming up and down on me, on my passionate prick.
"Shhhit, yeah, suck it, suck it, up and down, yes, suck my big cock, Joan. Suck it good, like that, like that, yes, faster, faster, faster, yes-Ohhhhh!"
I couldn't take any more of it, not and hold onto my seed, too. And I did want to come in her cunt. We didn't have enough time for me to get hard twice, and I didn't know when I would have another crack at her pussy, so I was determined to take it then and there. But quick I told myself, before you start pouring down her throat, because she was sure bringing me there, damn sure!
"All right, all right, baby, that's enough. That's enough for now. I want to come in your cunt. I want to do some fucking before this lunch period is over, so let's get to it," I said breathlessly. "Let's get to fucking."
She rose up off the stiff, throbbing organ, and took a deep breath. She gulped and held the cock in front of her, stared at it, and nodded at me.
"Yes, yes, you're right. I want it in my cunt too. I want it to fuck me, fuck me hard, deep, deep inside my twat, Henry. That big, beautiful cock of yours."
"And that's what you're going to get, baby. Every fucking inch of it."
"Yes, yes, come on, move out of the way. I want it. I want every inch," she said. She moved around to the desk, and stretched back on it, dangling her legs off the side, spreading them and stroking up the brown hairs on her pussy, leaving a clear, open path for me to run my organ into the dark cave of her honey hole.
I jerked on my cock a few more times before lowering it into position between her open thighs, and the gaping lips of that moist, pink-pussy, himming and hot. Joan looked absolutely frantic, squirming there, staring at my rod as it got closer.
She couldn't wait any longer, and reached for my prick before I could insert it.
"Kiss me, kiss me-fuck me," she growled with all the guttural Gallic she could command.
My prick throbbed wildly in her hands, and she pulled it hard against the mound of her heated cunt, slapping it into the curly hairs, anxious, squirming allover it, as if the touch of that knobbed head was causing her electric shocks up and down the rim of her fabulous pussy, making her quake and shake in pain.
"Oooooh, yes, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me with that big thing, you bad, bad man. Fuck that big stick into my hot hole, my lovely, darling pussy."
She pressed my straining cock down through the lips of her cunt, and into the depths of the deep, moistening pussy. Inward she pulled me, three inches, four, six, and more, in tight, hot hard inside her heaving, secreting twat.
I pulled out suddenly, and this made her swoon. I though she would faint, and I laughed heartily. I waved the cock ill the air, slapping at her.
"You want it real bad, do you, Joan baby? You want it so bad you'll crouch down and beg, right? Won't you beg, Joan, won't you beg for cock? Tell me!"
"Yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Stick it in, stick it in, please, I want it, I need it. I'm begging you, you hear me'? I'm begging you to fuck me!"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, I hear. I hear you, teacher. I hear you begging, twat!"
Her fingers clutched ravenously at the tip of my prick. She pulled it toward her and rubbed it against her nether curls, the rigid shaft wagging its wet head and lubricating the sleek, tangled brown thatch of hairs. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close against me, and I laughed in her frantic face.
"Oh, please, why are you doing this to me, Henry'! Fuck me, go on. Stop fucking around idiot, and stick your cock into me. Come on, I'm going crazy waiting for you, schmuck! Give me cock before I explode enough is enough, already!"
I leaned down, and kissed her on the mouth, mashing my lips against hers, sticking my tongue m her mouth, and feeling out her tongue. She felt around for my prick again, and jerked on it some more, till it was solidly stiff. And then she tried feeding the bobbing tool into her damp hole as she opened her thighs wider than ever. Her fingers furiously scratched down at her pink, vaginal lips, making Sure they were well parted for my desperately awaited entrance.
I didn't fight this time, and my cock went into the secreting, sensitive flesh, inch by inch.
Her cunt was throbbing and pulsing with passion, agitated horniness, the frantic desire for cock, to be fucked good and proper. She needed it bad, that was evident. Beneath the hip exterior, was a little girl in heat.
My hands went under her ass, that adorable, plump bottom, spreading the taut pink cheeks, parting her thighs even wider, letting every last inch of my manhood slide into her churning, buttery insides, practically afloat with her sticky secretions, pushing in, deeper and deeper, inch upon inch inside that fantastic cunt.
"Ohhh, that feels so good, so fabulous. Push it in, push it in, deeper, deeper, all of it, in, in, in, yes, push it in you bastard. Don't you hear me asking you? What's wrong with you? Fuck me, I can't stand this suspense."
I pawed at her smooth, fleshy ass, and I lifted her into the air, and set her on the tip of my cock. She scratched and squeezed at my shoulders, desperate, frantic, wanting it more than anything, my cock, every fucking inch: "Yes, yes, yes, stick it in, stick it in, you fucker. Jab it, all the way in, please, please, I can't stand it. I need it, you cock, what the fuck is wrong with your skull, schmuck!"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, hold on, cunt. You'll get yours, you'll get it strong and solid, but at my pace, not yours. Now get ready. We'll fuck all right. Yeah, we'll fuck."
I pinched the twin cheeks of her ass, and let her slide down my pole, let her get her fuckhole filled up with all the eleven inches of my deliverance. It went in, all of it, inch after inch, the whole thing once more. More and more. She shook and shook, absolutely insane with desire, with relief that she was finally getting stuffed with the flagpole she so coveted.
It all went in and she shook and screamed and begged for more.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, cock, big, nice, precious cock. More, stick it in, deeper, tighter, hotter, you bastard, you fucking twerp, fuck it to me, deep."
I pushed in some more and then all eleven inches was fully into her depths, and she gasped and quivered with the full weight of it filling her. Her eyes shut tightly, and her breath came sharp and pained.
"Ohhhh, shit on earth," she wailed. "That feels so fucking good. So dynamically good. That is the greatest single sensation I have ever felt. Fucker, fuck the slit out of me, you asshole, do it, do it strong and long, now-hard, now!"
She tried to relax her muscles, taking a deep breath and opening her crotch to its widest, getting the full feel and dimension of my glorious cunt-stabber. I kept my hands under her ass, stretching the tips of the fingers into her hot anal furrow, and I leaned into her and drove my dick down hard in that cunt meat.
Her pussy sucked on my shaft, keeping me tight within her. I could pull back only with great difficulty. Her body visibly quaked and ached with each inch I withdrew. I pulled and pulled, like some utterly strange game of tug-of-war, and finally it was out again as far as the head, and ready to pump all of it right back into her, into her hot, boiling, bubbling hole of unearthly delights.
"You want it back in, baby? Do you?
Answer me. Do you want that cock back in?"
"Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh please, stick it in, stick me, hurry, now, now, now!"
"My thing you say, darling. Here it comes. Every blasted inch of it, now!"
I was ready to pump it all back in again, and I did. I lunged in, so fiercely, we were both thrown momentarily breathless, groaning in agony, grimaces on our faces, a cold pain rocketing up from my loins like I had been struck my lightning.
"Mmmm, yes, yes," she screamed. "Go on, don't stop, don't top, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
I screwed in tight against her hungry cunt, and began a slow, rhythmical twisting in there, around and around, in hard circles within her marvelous pussy, heaving, hot, and hungry. As I increased the speed and pressure of my gyrations, she went absolutely crazy with pleasure, gasping violently, clawing at my back and buttocks, clasping the jaws of her pussy with a vise-like grip which made it a real struggle once more to get my cock back out of her.
"Oh, it's wonderful. Don't stop, don't stop that fucking. It's so good, so very good, yes, fuck me with that big dick, that horse cock, yes, do it, do it!"
Slowly, slowly, I withdrew, out, out, out, all the way, posed above the pulsating portals of her peppery pussy, and then, wham! I stabbed back in all the way to my thick base, to her extreme depths, to toe outer reaches of her twat.
"Ohhh! Yes, yes, ahhhhh!" she screamed at me as I pumped my rock-hard prick between her thighs, buried the full length of it deep within her tight heated hole, and she shook and shook with utter delight, and orgasmic happiness.
"Want some more of that big cock, baby? Do you? Do you want my eleven inches plunging in and out of you, huh? Huh, shit, cunt, bitch!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, back and forth, back and forth."
"Ha, ha, ha! Hold on, you dirty dishrag pussy, I'll plunge, I'll fuck!"
I dragged out once again, out, out, out, inch by heaving inch, fighting the valiant clutch of Joan Fraser's sinewy labes. Out then, with the thick bulb just barely between her hair-fringed cunt lips. I took a deep breath and drove my tumescent lance all inside her once again, in, in, in.
I bucked up tighter against her and changed my grip on her pretty pink rear, allowing me to pluck with a free finger at her taut puckered little anus, all the while, as I continued to slowly pump in and out of her tight pussy, in and out, around and around. I pushed hard, up at her constricting belly, deeper and de per with a driving thrust, slapping with a loud staccato smack against her soft flesh.
In and out, in and out, pumping back and forth inside her, inside that dynamic vagina, hot and tight, and burning with desire and lust and erotic heat. In and out, pumping, stabbing, jabbing in and out of her, back and forth again and again.
I continued to finger her asshole, so tight and hairless, almost like a little girl's anus, chilling in its unexpectedness. And again and again I repeated the screwing motion, arching my pelvis all the way backward, till only the fat head of my cock was still within her, and then jerking all the way inward and my prick all the way back up her sweating tubes, filling her deep hairy twat, with the full measure of my sweating, steaming fuck rod.
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, that's it. Fuck in and out of me, in and out, yes, yes--"
She was panting frantically, digging her ivory teeth into her trembling lips, shaking allover, flying on the wonderful delirium of rising orgasm, her second at least. Her cunt dug at me, into me, grasping with those stem jaws for more and more and more and more. I breathlessly gave her all I had, banging out clutching bodies against the wooden desk, as I pounded my cock through the gates of her clasping labes, that wet mouth of hers, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster and faster and faster, pumping back and forth, deep, deeper. The heat rose in our systems, and we could feel it, practically touch it. We sweated, we shook, we shivered, we gasped for breath as we rutted like beasts atop the desk.
In and out, deeper, deeper, faster, again and again, back and forth, fucking, screwing, cock into cunt, cock into cunt. To the inner most depths, back and forth again and again, not stopping, not slowing, faster and faster, on and on and on!
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, fuck me, you savage, you dirty, sniveling cock, cunt jabbed, fuck me, screw me good, and proper, do it, do it, yes, yes, yes!"
Her whole body was on fire with orgasm, burning bright as she shook and screamed and gasped with passion. Her eyes were tightly closed and her head was jerking from side to side, as she lay there, stretched back from me on the desk, getting fucked by someone she had never even seen an hour earlier. A veritable stranger!
She raised her legs up higher, finally hooking them straight above my shoulders, and then I had even more maximum entry, her cunt fully spread and panting for all of me, every fucking, wet, wild, throbbing inch of my bloody cock. She clutched and scratched at my arms, lifting and shaking her cunt around my invading hunk of huge, hammering, heaving, hearty, hulking prick, eleven inches of it.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, Henry. Fuck that big cock into me, into me tight, yes, again, again, don't stop. Don't stop for anything, nothing, no, no, no, no!"
Again and again my loins thudded against hers, as my dick was swallowed up by her wet, quivering interior, her spasming, orgasming orifice of love, sweet love.
I held tight to her ass with both hands, and taking the deepest of deep breaths, kept pumping, pumping, pumping, on and on and on, again and again, more and more.
Oh, it was a classy fuck scene, no question about it. We screwed like maniacal dogs, rabbits, on top of that desk built for dispensing learned information and unless that was Advanced Hygeine, we were misusing it something terrible! Criminal!
Screwing, fucking, pumping, cock and cunt awash in their own and each other's fiery liquid, sticky come and gooey secretions flowing all over the place; down through our bins, dripping onto the desk, puddling, the smell of sex filling the room completely, gagging us, enough to choke us if it weren't so beautiful, so absolutely delicious, and fragrant, our stinking, steaming juices rising in a blue cloud all around our humping, pumping, jumping bodies there on the desk.
And in, and out, and in, on and on with that mad, intense conjunction, fucking cock into cunt, back and forth, sticking, pricking, jabbing it in and out, back and forth, on and on, no stop in sight. Nowhere! Never! On and on and on and on, fucking.
"Aieeee! That's good, that's so good, Henry. You big cock, you-you dirty long hard heavy heaving hot prick, up my cunt with you. Up my boiling, bubbling, undulating, unreal pussy. You fool, you freak, fuck me, fuck me hear, hard, harder, damn you, harder, faster, deeper. I know, I know you can't go deeper. You're into the depths of my cunt, but push, push, break me. Force my cunt, tear through it, rip me apart, tear it to pieces, you dirty, great cock, rip, rip, rip!"
Despite her enthusiasm, there was only so much that was humanly possible in the fucking arena, no matter how inspired the performance. But I tried. I arched myself up higher and higher and higher, driving my long, rigid prick in and out her her maddened, lusting center. I grabbed at the legs on my shoulders, squeezing the flesh of her thighs, and still thrusting, thrusting into the depths of her hot, juicy tunnel, that tunnel of love, of lust unknown, hot, a blazing inferno.
In and out, I pumped, letting her feel the full length of my prick, drawing in and out, in and out, moving faster and faster as my excitement quickened, rose closer and closer to the surface, as I raced my way to an incredible ejaculation.
Lunging, harder, faster, on and on, again and again, without slowing, without halting for a moment, not an instant, only charging, in and out, back and forth, on and on and on, forever and ever, on and on, plunging lunging, jabbing, stabbing, fucking the daylights out of that pig of a woman, that slut, that slut's slit!
Shit, fucking like my life depended on it, and maybe it did, ramming, jamming, slamming, back and forth, in and out, again and again, on and on, more and more.
Fucking that woman's soft, stretched, shivering, quivering pussy hole.
On and on and on, harder, faster, screwing like a madman, faster and faster until no human could go faster, till my heart beat in my brain and I gasped for the little breath I could take, lunging, plunging, fucking her, more and more.
She clenched and unclenched the lips of her pussy, around my invading cock, each time I shoved it in and out of her, tight around me, trying to regulate what I wasn't going to allow her to regulate. I was a free spirit, fucking her at my pace, in and out, faster and faster, as fast as I could pump, back and forth, in and out of her.
I felt my face tightening with approaching orgasm, and I began to ram harder and harder, increasing the speed of my plunges, faster, faster, harder, shaking as her hands clawed at my shoulders, her lips reached out for my face and neck to bestow burning kisses, grinding her lovely, swollen tits into my chest as I bounced and trounced on her naked, fleshy, shaking body, that trembling torso.
Her big hole opened and closed around my hard-'driving cock, opened and closed again and again, on and on, grasping, clawing, opening, closing on and on and on!
Her voice had become thick and crazed with the sexual excitement of the moment the tension of orgasm rising near, her third in only ten minutes or so.
"Hold on, cunt, it won't be much longer, not much longer, now, no!"
My prick hardened with each shove, and I knew by the intensity of my strokes and the way I was starting to tremble that I was getting very close to coming, at the stage where there was no turning back, no slowing down, and building up again, I had gone far past that point, and was running the narrow line before coming, any second, any moment and I would shoot, hard, far, deep inside of her cunt, that hot, hot, hole, clenching and grabbing at me like I was actually part of her instead of a momentary visitor, a sudden, welcome violator and nothing more.
Her hands raked up and down my back, fingernails clawing at me, ripping at my naked back and shoulders, tearing, clawing for my blood as well as my seed. Her hole opened and dosed like an elevator door gone bananas, smashing back and forth on my pounding pork. She grabbed at my clenching, driving, rising buttocks, clamping her fingers into the hard, hairy cheeks of my ass, and making me drive even faster up and down, up and down, up and down, on and on, and on, and on, again and again, pounding!
My cock battered at her cunt like the ram against a brick wall. In and out, in and out, faster, harder, over and over, again and again, on and on and on!
"Ahhh, that's it, Henry, that's the spot. Pussy, my pussy, my sweet, tempestuous pussy. Fuck it, fuck it, stick that bloody stick into me, stick it, shoot it, come, come, yes, I'm ready, I'm ready now, I am, yes, yes, gaaa, stick me, shoot, shoot!"
"I am gonna come, baby. I am, I am. Hold on, hold on, I'm gonna come hard, real fucking hard, I can feel it. I can tell it's gonna be a tidal wave."
"Yes, yes, yes, I want it. I want lots and lots of come, hot, steaming seed all inside my tight, hot pussy. Do it, you ass, I can't wait any longer for you. I need come, hot and steaming and plenty of it, plenty!"
She squealed then, like she was dying as her cunt opened incredibly wider, around my plunging prick and coated it with the wet juices of her own orgasm, her third, fourth, fifth I don't know. I stopped counting. I was concentrating on joy own impending release from the tensions of the great screw session, the ultimate orgasm undoubtedly arising, soon, soon, soon, any second, any moment.
"Arrgghghhhh!" I grunted with pleasure, feeling her come seep around my prick as I drove again and again and again all deep inside her, tight, hard, deep.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, fuck, fuck me. fuck, come, come, you bugger, now!" She cried at me, cried, I tell you!
I lunged in with all the force in me, all the way with such strength that my balls slapped hard against her ass, and I knew it was close, very close, seconds away, mere moments from exploding. My cock quivered, flexed, throbbed, wildly, insanely, as I continued to fuck, pump in and out of her hot, hot, cunt, stabbing, jabbing, rising to my peak, my glorious peak.
"Now, Joan, baby, now, now, here it comes. All of it, hot and heavy, sticky steaming clouds of it, hold on, it'll drown you if you don't watch out!"
Ripple after ripple of ecstasy flowed through me, and I lurched up in stunned exhaustion. We almost fell off the desk to the floor, with her straddling me tightly, but I twisted around and backed us on again. Volley after volley of hot, boiling come shot up her quaking hole, deep, deep inside her.
"Ohhhh, fuck, oh holy shit, fucking hell. Come! Come! Lots of fucking come. So hot, hard so fucking great. Oh, oh, feel all that hot seed flowing up my twat. Remarkable! Incredible! Magnificent!"
"Feel it doll. Su k in all that hot come. Yes, yes, all of it. All of it, shittttt! Mmmmmmm! Take it in, all inside that sweet cunt of yours, baby, yes!"
She clawed and clawed at me, awash in the ecstasy of her umpteenth orgasm, coming again as I was finally doing so, shaking with me, crying at me, grinning, gasping, grimacing, growling, grunting, gripping me with her nails as if to pump more of my essence up from the depths, from the balls that issued it.
I pumped and pumped, forcing out every last drop of my surrendering semen, pushing it up deep inside her cunt, deep, deep inside her to her womb.
And then I could go on no more, and the pumping slowed, slackened, stopped. I collapsed on top of her, on the desk, panting wildly, eyes closed. We both heaved our breaths, clutching at each other lest we fall off what seemed like the high mountain peak of that desk.
"Wow," she said, "I can hardly believe it. I've never been fucked that bloody well in all my life, never, ever! You are positively unstoppable, my dear Mr. Rider. Absolutely, wonderfully, ingeniously unstoppable,"
"Yeah, you don't handle yourself so badly, either."
"Thanks. Boy, this is some good luck, you and I finding each other like this, We'll be able to make beautiful music together all semester."
"What? Oh, yes, sure," I said, a trifle dubiously. I was not sure I was up to any long range commitments of that sort, She was, after all, at least thirty years of age. A little old, don't you think, for one of my tastes to take as a mistress. Anyway, I thought so at the moment.
Then the bell rang, and it was time for our next class, I got up off her, and picked up my clothes from the floor. She did the same and we quickly got dressed.
Someone tried the doorknob and was obviously surprised to find it locked. The person knocked, Joan and I glanced at each other, and she put a forefinger to her lips, signaling me to be silent. We stood there soundlessly, as the caller knocked twice more. Then we heard whoever it was walk away and we hurried dressing. I hid in the small closet at the front of the room, while she unlocked the door, and scurried out, to join the students who were hurrying to their classes. I stepped out of the closet just as some pimply teenager was entering. He stared at me, and then at the closet. She shrugged and took a seat in the room. I glared at him, and went out into the corridor. I went to my next class, English lit.
Most of the students were in by then, as I took my seat at the desk and got my notes and books out of the drawer. They settled down when the bell rang, and were silently waiting for me to speak a moment later.
"How do you all do," I began. "My name is Mr. Rider, and I am your new teacher, This is my first day here, so I hope you will all be generous if I seem a little raw. I haven't taught school in some time now.
"The report on this class I was given, tells me that you were just starting a study of Herman Melville I'm glad to hear that. He's one of my favorites, and one of the great writers in world history. Perhaps the greatest American writer in our history. The first of his works you were assigned to read was "Typee." I'm sure most of you must have enjoyed that. I haven't read it in awhile, but I recall it fondly. Let me look at the notes I made this morning.
"In this century of course, we remember Melville primarily, often exclusively, for one book only, "Moby Dick". But in his own lifetime, it was "Typee" that made him a celebrity and the focus of critical acclaim. It was published in 1844, and was based on his own experiences as a sailor in the Pacific plus quite a bit of factual information he garnered from the history books and travel literature of the period.
"In 1841, when he was just twenty-one, he sailed on the whaler, Acushnet, on a voyage he did not return from until late in 1844. It was during these three years that Melville gained all of the physical experience from which he would construct most of his major works including, "Moby Dick," "Omoo " and "Mardi" in July of 1842, Melville; and a companion, the Toby of this book, jumped ship and stayed with the cannibal Typees leaving the island four weeks later on a Australian whaler. At any rate, when Melville finally returned to the United States, he had pretty well satiated his wanderlust, and was content to sit down and write the story of his adventures. When "Typee" was first published, It created something of a scandal, because of the candor with which it discussed the sexual proclivities of the Polynesian islanders. Of course, now we are used to reading much franker, even graphic descriptions of sexual practice, and are not so easily shocked."
I droned on like that till the period was over, and the bell rang and all my charges were dismissed till the next session. I closed my books, and put my notes away. My next period was free, and I could do anything I wanted for the following forty-five minutes. Then there was one more class after that, and then home, if you could call it that. I was given a room at the dormitory, and a house is definitely not a home, as somebody or other once pointed out.
Then someone knocked on the open door and came in. It was Mr. Dodge, the gym teacher, a round, rugged guy without much in the way of brains from what I could tell during my one initial talk with him, when I was introduced to the faculty.
"Mr, Rider, are you busy here? If you are, I'll come back."
"No, no, come in. I'm free right now. No class this period."
"Are you sure, because I can come back if you're busy. It's something I can talk to you about whenever it's convenient, you know. So don't let me be a pain in the ass to you-yeah, shit, why don't I come back later?"
"Mr. Dodge, what's the matter with you? Come in, if you want to talk. I said I wasn't busy, didn't I?"
"Yeah, yeah. I guess that's what you said, all right. Sure, that's what you said. I heard it clearly myself. You said come in. Yeah, okay."
He came in. He stood by my desk, with his finger on one of the textbooks. I waited for him to speak, but he seemed to be hemming around whatever it was that had brought him to me in the first place.
"What's the matter, Mr. Dodge? What can I do for you. You haven't said."
"Oh, yeah, well it's kind of a personal thing. I mean, in the line of your, what you call, profession, and all that. Anyway, I'll get to the point. You can just tell me if you're not interested."
"Tell me what it is you're talking about and I'll tell you if I'm interested. How does that sound, Mr. Doge, fair?" I asked.
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. Look, it's like this. I got a kid at home, and my kid is always getting into all kind of trouble at school, fucking up, you know?"
"I suppose so. Is your kid, I mean, your child, a student here at Oleander?"
"No, no. Goes to public school. Takes the bus to the town school. It's pretty far, but that still don't have nothing to do with it so much fucking up with so many subjects. Anyway, I got a letter from the principal there, saying if my kid didn't pass the exams that were coming up mid-semester down there, they would be forced to issue an-what the fuck did that letter say? an expulsion notice for my fucking kid. Would you believe it? Look at me, a-how do you call it-an academic success, and all that, and my own flesh and blood is a total dummy."
"Yes, it does seem unbelievable, Mr. Dodge."
"Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm saying. That's my point."
"But I'm still not quite sure what this has to do with me," I said slowly. "Oh, yeah, well that's the thing. I wanted to ask you this favor, see. I wanted to ask you if you might be able to tutor the kid, say, two, maybe three times a week for the next few weeks until these fucking exams are over and we get past this, you know, expulsion threat hanging over my head."
"It's hardly your head it's hanging over, Mr. Dodge."
"It could just as well be, pal. You think I want to be known as the guy with a kid that got thrown out of school, for fuck sake? Shit, no, I sure don't."
I nodded. "I'm sure. Still, that's kind of a long favor you're asking me, don't you think? I mean, three days tutoring after school. I'm just getting set .here, and I need quite a bit of time to get thin set."
"Oh, yeah," he nodded dejectedly. "I get you. Yeah, oh, don't think I wasn't gonna pay you. I was figuring on something like maybe twenty bucks a session. How's that sound?"
"Yes, yes, very generous. No question about that. But still, there is the time element, Mr. Dodge. I will be rather busy in the next couple of weeks, until I get settled in and have my schedule worked out properly."
"Yeah, I get you, no time left over huh?"
"Have you asked any of the other teachers, Mr. Dodge? They might have more time. You know, more settled in and all, needing the money possibly."
"Ah, the other two guys on the faculty don't know shit about English or History, and besides, they're sc. old I don't think they could interest anybody in the subject, let alone somebody as restless and wild as that kid of mine."
"What about Miss Fraser? She seems to have a pretty well-rounded background. I mean, a solid education and all that. Perhaps she would be interested. Did you ask her if she might help you out with this problem?"
He started to say something closed his mouth, and shook his head. He started to take a step back from the desk and in the direction of the door.
"What's the matter now. Is there some reason why Miss Fraser disqualifies, too? It seems you set your standards too high for a simple job of tutoring English and History, Mr. Dodge. Get with it. You need somebody, ask around. You look like the roof just collapsed on you, because I said I was a little too busy."
"Yeah, yeah, thanks," he said. "Forget I asked you, will ya? Just forget it."
"Oh, come on now, Mr. Dodge. Don't be like that. You'll make me feel bad. Would you tell me why you won't ask Miss Frazer? She seems to be a very nice lady, and I'm sure she'd like to help out if you've got a problem."
"Miss Fraser wouldn't work out. My kid doesn't like women teachers. Can't stand them. She says they're jealous of her."
"What did you say?" I asked him, gulping hard once or twice.
"Huh? I said that a woman teacher wouldn't work out, good, that's all."
"You said she? Your kid-your kid is a daughter? I mean, she's a girl?"
"Yeah, yeah, a girl, a daughter. So what?" he asked innocently.
I rubbed my brow excitedly. I tapped a pencil on the desk and tried to think straight, to get my emotions under control.
"You sure you won't reconsider, Mr. Rider? It would be a real relief to me to get somebody I could trust to improve her grades this way. A real relief."
"Oh, yes, I can see your problem now. Tell me, how old is your daughter, Mr. Dodge?"
"She's just fourteen. But I tell you for fourteen, she can act like she thinks she's thirty sometimes. A real pain in the neck for her mother and me, believe me."
"Oh, yes, I do believe you, Mr. Dodge. I believe you implicitly. I mean, everything you say, makes sense. Yes, it does-they are, they are grown-up even at fourteen these days. So young, you know-"
I averted my eyes, thinking I must have looked like an escaped lunatic just then. He must have sensed something and tried to look me in the eye. I kept turning my head, and pretending to dear my throat, or rub my nose. Yeah, I looked like a loose screwball, all right. Put a net on me, before it's too late.
"Hey, will you do it, huh? How about it. You seem like you might be changing your mind. How about it, Mr. Rider. I'd sure appreciate it."
I heaved a very phony sigh, and smiled at him sagely.
"Well, Mr. Dodge, you do seem to have a problem on your hands, but not a very difficult one to solve, not really. I'm just wondering if I have got the time or not. Whether I can work it into my schedule. You know, maybe an hour or so, no more. Maybe three days week, might not be as bad as all that."
"That's the spirit. I knew you'd do it. You looked like a good Joe to me, when I saw you. I said to myself, this guy's gorilla get me out of a jam, and put my kid back on the straights at school. Yes, sir."
"What is your daughter's name, Mr. Dodge?" I asked him, softly, anxiously.
"Her name's Penny. My wife picked the name out. She liked it, so don't complain to me, heh, heh!"
"No, it's a very nice name. Quite nice for a girl, anyway," I smiled nervously.
"Yeah, for a girl, heh, heh. Wouldn't do too well for a guy, huh? Here, let me show you a picture of her. I got one ill my wallet here, wait a second, I'll show it to you."
He got his wallet out and thumbed through several plastic-encased photographs till he came to the one of his daughter.
"Here she is," he said, snickering, "here's my problem, my devil, looks like an angel, don't she? Them pictures lie."
I stared in a kind of solemn awe at the cutest, the blondest, the most tragically desirable child I have ever seen in all my life.
CHAPTER THREE
Mr. Dodge picked me up at the dorm an hour after school had gotten out. It was only about a five-minute drive away, a two-story house on a hill by the main road. I got out of the car, and went into the house behind my new employer.
"Blanche," Mr. Doge said. "Penny, where is everybody? Hey, anybody home? Penny, Blanche! Where the hell are you two huh? I've got a visitor with me."
We walked through the hall and into the living room. No one was there. "Hey, listen, sit down, sit down. Let me get you a drink. You want a beer?"
"Oh, yes, all right, thank you, Mr. Dodge. A beer is fine."
"Good, and call me Stan, all right? I'll get the beer, and try to find out where the fuck everybody is. This place is like a ghost town here, hey!"
He departed and I took a seat in the tastelessly decorated living room. In a minute I heard Stan lumbering down the staircase, going away, and then coming back to me with a can of foaming beer. He handed it to me, and I took it.
"Yeah, she's coming, my daughter. My wife's out, shopping I guess. I don't know for sure. She should be back in a little while. But you'll get to meet with Penny, and that's what counts. I don't know if you want to teach yet, today."
"I was thinking we could just get acquainted, see what's what, so to speak, what sort of things she need tutoring in, Stan. You weren't very specific."
He laughed good-naturedly, and took a long swig of beer. "Yeah, well, that's me. Not too specific. I'm a gym teacher not a genius. I'm the first to admit that. That's why I'm paying you. But you'll get all that settled out with her I'm sure, and then the next time, I don't know, maybe day after tomorrow, you can start working with her on the subjects she needs."
"That's right, Stan. We'll see what she needs right now, and then, as you say, in a couple of days, we'll get to the actual tutoring."
"Yeah, yeah, that's right. That'll work out all right. Go on, drink you beer there. Drink up. I wonder what's keeping her? Hey, Penny!" he shouted out in the direction of the staircase, "get down here, willya!"
"I'm coming, Daddy, dear. Hold your horses!" sounded some unseen child in a voice, of such ironic gaiety it sent a thrill of excitement up and down my spine.
I heard the patter of tiny feet scurrying down the staircase, and then the physical presence of this sublime being, the blonde and beautiful nymphet, the fourteen-year-old Penny Dodge herself, dressed in a sunny red outfit of tight halter and tight shorts, with little white ankle socks and little white sneakers. At her chest were the two modest bulges of her burgeoning pubescence. I stared at her deliriously like a starving man at a twelve-course dinner, flitting my gaze from inch to pink, glowing innocent inch of that small, sexy body.
"Yeah, here she is. What took you so long? We've been waiting for you, kiddo. Never mind. This is your new tutor, Mr. Rider. Say hello to him."
"Hello," she said, scowling at her father, not looking at me.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" he asked. "What's the matter with you now, huh? Come on, answer me. Don't just stand there like-I don't know."
"Oh, nothing. I told you I didn't need any tutor, didn't I? But you still had to go out and get me one, right? Thanks a lot, boy. Jeesh! You're really something!"
This darling Penny had a very well-developed sense of sarcasm, I noticed. Stan took it with the speechless exasperation of one used to settling arguments. And I could imagine the way be settled arguments, with his fist, or at least in her case, with a length of strap. Only, I thought to myself with a giddy shiver, only I was keeping her pretty bottom from turning led with the welts of a good spanking. She would have to be grateful for that.
"See what I have to go through with this problem?" Stan said to me piteously. "She never does anything I tell her. I just hope maybe you can pound some sense into her. She sure needs it. We've let her run loose for too long, that's the problem. These kids today have it too easy, yeah, that's what's wrong."
"Oh, shut up. You sound so ridiculous, you know it, Daddy. So why don't you stop exhibiting your lack of brains and go away. If you want me to be tutored, then get out of here and let me see what happens, all right?"
"You're too smart for your britches, young lady. You know, I can still take you over my knee and whip the tar out of you, all that sass-"
"I don't think our guest would very much appreciate the spectacle of you spanking me, do you?" she said, glancing at me.
I was very glad she didn't ask me to answer that question. I would have been tempted to answer her, and with an emphatic yes. The mere thought of it, and her contemplating it herself, made my cock start to stir in my pants there, restless.
"All right, all right, young lady. You've done your best to try and put me down in front of Mr. Rider here. Now maybe if you've had your fill you'll go in and sit down with him and tell him where you need help, huh? Can you do that?"
"Of course, Daddy," she "Smiled primly. "I'll do anything you say, dear."
"Ha, that's a laugh. You do whatever I say? Oh, brother, that'll be the day."
"Well, uh, Stan, if she's willing now, we might as well get started here, before it gets too late. I have some other things to do tonight, and the sooner I get started with your daughter, the better, I think, okay?"
"See, Daddy, he doesn't really want to tutor me at all. It's just a begrudging favor he's doing for you, that's all. Not really to help me," the girl sighed.
"No, that's not true, Penny," I said. "Your father has told me about your problem, and I do want to help you pass those exams. I had a similar problem when I was in high school, and I know how it can be sometimes. You just need a little coaching, and I'm sure you'll be able to catch up in no time at all."
"Oh, yeah? You think so? You think I'll be able to pass just because you're gonna sit and tell me what to do? What makes you so special?"
Not as special as you, my lovely Penny, I thought. Not so smooth, so clean, so pink and tender, so erotic with your fresh, young, curves and bumps.
"Huh? Hey, I'm talking to you. What's wrong with you, you look like you're on Cloud Nine or something. Huh? What's the matter?" asked the lovely Penny.
"You sick or something, Mr. Rider?" Stan Dodge asked my quietly.
I snapped out of it, and looked nervously from one to the other of them "No, I'm sorry. I was just daydreaming for a moment. I was reminded of something, and I was following a train of thought, that's all. What were you saying? I didn't hear the last thing you said."
"I don't know," she shrugged. "What's the difference anyway-who cares?"
"I care, and your father and mother care. We want you to pass those exams."
"Why should you care, huh? You don't even know me," she said sourly.
"Yes, but I want to know you. I want us to become good friends, Penny."
"Do you? How come? Why would you want to become friends with me?"
"Because you're a nice, bright attractive girl," I laughed. "All men are attracted to attractive girls, you know, heh, heh! Especially to attractive blondes."
"Yeah, heh, heh. See how you turn all the men's heads?"
"Oh, you're just making fun of me," she pouted, in response to her father's remark. "I'm not attractive to grown-up men. That's just silly. Only dumb boys, at school, like girls my age."
"No, that's not true. Beauty knows no age Penny. You're a true beauty." I noticed Stan giving me an odd look, and I quickly tried to change the subject.
"But that's neither here nor there. I can see why you have trouble at school. You have a tendency to wander rather far afield from the subject at hand. You see, we're figuring how to tutor you, and you suddenly have us discussing how pretty you are. That won't do. We have to get ourselves to work, work, work. All right, Penny, are you willing to give it a try with me?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess so, if it's not too hard. I don't like hard work. I like to have fun and school is no fun to me."
"Sh1t, she's impossible," Stan muttered. "See what you can do with her, Mr. Rider. That is, if she's not completely impossible. Give it a try."
"Oh, I think we'll get along, nicely, Penny and I," I said.
"All right, then, I'll step out and let you two talk. Call me when you want me to show you out, Mr. Rider, and thanks for your help. I know I've got nothing to worry about, now that she's going to have you as a tutor."
I smiled. "I'm really surprised you have such confidence and trust in me, Stan. After all, we've just met, and you don't know anything about me, really."
"Ah, that's all right. I can tell a good egg when I see one. You'll do just fine, by my daughter. Now, go ahead. I won't disturb you any more. Call me when you want me. And Penny, behave, you hear?"
"Yes, Daddy, I hear you," she nodded patronizingly. "Loud and clear, Daddy,"
He left us and Penny took a seat across from me. I was on the couch. "Why are you sitting way over there?" I asked her. "Is there something wrong?"
"Why. Does there have to be something wrong for me to sit over in this chair? Can't I maybe like this chair, and want to sit on it without being cross-examined for it. Boy, all teachers are the same, I tell you."
"No, that's not what I meant, Penny. You're not being fair to me. I only meant that for us to talk, we should be sitting closer. These are your books, here, on the coffee table aren't they?" I asked the gorgeous teen.
"Yeah, those are my books. What about them? They're nothing special."
"No, but they're the books that will help you pass. Now come over and sit beside me and let's look them over and see what it is you re missing out on, and needs to get caught up on, so those exams won't seem so tough when they come."
"Yeah, sure, all right. I guess that won't hurt. Too much!"
"Of course it won't hurt. Stop being afraid to learn something. That won't hurt either, you know. Now come on and sit down here and let's get t work."
She got out of her chair and wiggled over to me. She started to sit down, and I encircled her shoulders and guided her down very close to me, so that her soft, precious rear end was grazing my thigh. My cock was jumping frantically now, no question about it at all. I was hot for her, and I wondered what to do about it.
Suddenly, as I was leaning over, looking at the textbooks, trying to get my mind past my lust, I saw her glance at my crotch and widen her eyes. I took a look down there and saw that my stiffening cock had made quite a bulge and that the throbbing was quite visible. I looked at her again, and saw that she was still staring. Then she looked up, and I didn't turn quick enough, and our eyes met, and she smiled at me, a sly, sexual smile that made me gasp.
"Um, let's look-Let's look at your books, shall we, see what's what here with your studies, okay, uh, Penny?" I said to her.
She smiled again and nodded, taking another long look at the crotch of my pants and the big bulge there.
I was going internally mad with frenzied passion. Was she actually aware of her teasing behavior? Was she fully aware of what that bulge meant exactly, and how provocative her glance and her smile were. The idea that she did, indeed know what they meant was almost unbearably exciting. But what kind of girl was this? She was making the first pass in our perverse courtship!
"What book shall we look at, Mr. Tutor?" she said in a husky whisper.
"Um, what book-what subject-is giving you the greatest difficulty, Miss I mean, Penny?"
"Heh, you almost called me Miss Dodge didn't you? Nobody ever calls me that. It kind of would make me feel a little more grown-up, you know?" she said.
"Yes, well, you are grown-up to some people, in away."
"What are you talking about, Mr. Rider? I don't follow you, you know?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I'll call you Miss Dodge, if you prefer it," I said.
"Well, don't bother. I like the way you pronounce Penny, too. You can stick with that, I don't mind. I don't mind at all, really."
"Oh, well, fine. That's fine. Then I'll call you Penny. It makes us seem less like merely teacher and student. More like, well, friends."
"Do you want to be my friend, Mr. Rider? Is that what you want?" she asked me.
"Yes, yes, of course I do," I said to her.
"All right, that seems all right to me. And I'll call you-what's your first name, Mr. Rider. I want to call you by your first name, all right?"
"Why yes, of course. My first name is Henry. Call me Henry."
"Henry? That's too stuffy. How about if I call you Hank? That's better, don't you think? Don't you prefer Hank to Henry?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so. I've never given it much thought. Call me anything you wish, Penny. I don't mind in the least. Whatever makes you happy."
"All right. I'm satisfied with Hank for now. What about those books, huh?"
"Well, let's see. You didn't say which was the subject that gave you the most trouble at school. Why don't you tell me that and we'll see what we can do."
"Well, let's see. I can't stand math, that really sucks. That's the lowest thing they can do to a defenseless kid at school is study algebra and all that junk. I can't figure out what good it will ever do anybody, unless you get a job teaching it, and that seems a pretty pointless reason."
"Yes, I felt the same way you do, exactly. But people wiser than us seem to think it had some value, so there's little we can do. Let me see, where are you in the book, what Chapter has your class gotten up to in the course."
"How should I know?" she said. "Let me look and see if there's anything that ring, a bell in my head. Boy, this stuff is useless."
She leaned forward and leafed through the text. I meanwhile, stared at her straining form, the halter tensing against the pert protuberances of her young tithes.
And I looked at the bare flesh of her lower back below the halter and above the tight shorts. The skin was so smooth and hairless, so creamily pink and clean. I wanted to stuff my hand down those shorts and squeeze her small, taut ass, push my fingers in between those smooth cheeks, poke at her puckered, virginal asshole. Yeah, a whole lot I wanted to do just then, and forever.
She turned to me suddenly, and looked up and down suspiciously, as if she had heard my thoughts and was worrying about when I would make my first vile move against her, against her virgin femininity, her limpid maidenhead.
"She said, "What are you thinking about, Henry? Would you tell me?"
"Why do you ask, Penny? I mean, what do you think I'm thinking?"
"I don't know. It just might be something naughty, am I right?"
I stared at her blue eyes. She was just so damn disconcertingly gorgeous. "What do you mean naughty, Penny? I don't know what you're talking about."
"No? I just wonder if you do or you don't, Hank, dear."
I found it hard to swallow suddenly. I hacked and cleared my throat and stared at her again. She was regarding me slyly, nodding to herself. Her eyes kept glancing now and then to my crotch. Yes, the erection was still solidly there.
"Shall we get back to the algebra, Penny?" I said to her, feeling very awkward and uneasy, not knowing how to handle the situation I was putting myself in, and which she was pushing me into deeper and deeper.
"Back to the algebra, Hank? Is that what you really want to do?"
"What are you talking about, Penny? I wish you'd make yourself a little more explicit. I mean, in your meaning. I just don't follow your question.
"I bet. I think you follow plenty clearly, if you ask me. You told me I was attractive to men. Now, are you trying to deny it, Henry?" she asked, cattily.
"Deny it? No, I'm not trying to deny anything. I still don't know what you're driving at. Do you want to forget the whole thing here, or what?"
"No, no, I don't want to forget it I want you to teach me everything you know, on every subject, if you know what I mean, Hank."
"You may not be old enough to understand every subject. It takes a certain maturity to approach certain subjects in this world."
"Yes, but I think I'm ready. And I think you think I'm ready, too, don't you, Hank? Don't you think I'm ready to take my place as a woman?"
"I don't know what place you're ready to take, but you naturally have a lot of growing, developing to do before you reach real maturity, of course!"
"Some people, I bet, would like me, take me, just the way I am. Don't you think that's true, Henry? Don't you think some people would like to have me for their own, to do with what they wanted, just as I am now, at fourteen?"
"I dare say your contemporaries look upon you as more of a woman than a normal, adult-um, mature person would think."
"Oh, you mean boys at school. That wasn't what I was talking about at all. I was thinking more of what certain adult men might think of me."
"Adult men usually like adult women. I don't mean to spoil your fantasies, Penny but I'm afraid that's the truth. You'll have to wait till you're a little older before you can set your sights on grown men. That's the way it is."
"But that's not the way it is with all men, is it?" she asked.
"Why do you ask me? How should I know an answer to that question?" I barked.
"What are you getting excited about? I only asked you an innocent question, that's all. Nothing to get all hot under the collar about, is there?"
I suddenly thought I might be letting my imagination run away with me. Perhaps I had only been inferring a certain devious tone to her queries. Perhaps she was just a wiseacre kid, who enjoyed leading adults off the subject, especially when it would relieve her of the job of studying her school subjects.
But I couldn't be sure. It did seem like she suspected something or other. And what about those knowing glances at my bulging crotch? One couldn't explain everything away quite so easily as I thought. I wondered nervously whether I had perhaps gone too far in revealing my feelings. Perhaps my lust had risen too doe to the surface, and by some feminine instinct, no matter how immature or undeveloped, she had recognized it as such, and was toying with it for her own reasons.
I tried once more to get control, and get down to the business at hand.
"I wish you would show me where you are in this algebra book, so we can get started in the lessons. You're going to, fail and your father's going to be very annoyed with me for failing him, so come on, straighten out."
"Well, look, Hank, why don't we go over my homework assignment. That might give you an idea of where we are in the book and all that, huh?"
"Yes," I said curtly. "That might give a very good indication, mightn't it? Why didn't you say you had a homework assignment right at the start, instead of fussing all around trying to confuse me, telling me you didn't know where you were."
"Oh, yeah. I guess it would have made things a little easier. Let me see. Here's the sheet. What did I write down there? Oh, yeah, pages 150 to 155, do all example problems on those pages. Due tomorrow."
"Yes, let me see. Pages 150 to 155. There we are, yes." I scanned the pages and tried to see what level they were on. "All right, why don't you try and do a few of these for me and I'll see what you know."
"I don't know anything. I can't do those things. Don't make me do them, please."
She stared up at me, and her blue eyes looked sad and deep, like a fawn's. I knew then, as I looked at her pleading eyes, that I was hopelessly in love with this sassy, sexy, fourteen-year-old and there was nothing I could do about it.
Not a thing in the world I could do to fight it. I was hooked but good.
"Couldn't you, maybe do some of them for me, the homework? Couldn't you fill out the answers like they were mine, and get me a good grade on it, hmmm?"
Her hand touched my leg at the knee. I stared down at it. My leg shivered with tension. Her hand felt so soft, so small. She slid the prying fingers up higher on me, up to my thigh. She scratched, tickled me there, and then slid even higher, only inches away from my crotch, which was now throbbing madly.
"Penny, what are you what are you doing there-with your hand?"
"I'm just, you know, just trying to convince you, that's all-"
"Convince me of what, Penny? What!" I asked her the question breathlessly, excited with her clutching hand on my trembling thigh. My crotch was bulging as though I had stuffed a basketball down there.
"Just convince you to do my homework for me. It's not so hard, not for a smart man like you, is it? I bet you could do it in no time."
Strange, perverse little girl! Using her feminine wiles like some full-grown vixen, getting what she wanted through the proper pressure. In this case her hand on my leg, up high, near the crotch, so close and yet so tantalizingly far.
I shuddered, and put my hand on hers. I should have pushed it away but I didn't. I only held it and pressed it in tighter, pushing it closer than ever to my hard, throbbing cock under my pants there, waiting for her.
I wanted to go further, to slap her hand onto the prick bulge, to stuff her hand down my pants, and make her feel the long, hard shaft of my cock, make her jerk on it, make her feed it into her tender, hairless pussy. But I dared not.
It was an impossible dream, I knew. She was a tease, using some tricks she had learned at high school, bravely using them on an adult for once, and by sheer luck, on an adult who was utterly, sublimely infatuated with her, no matter what tricks or games or teasing taunts she happened to try on me. I was mad about the girl.
I left her hand where it was, too afraid to continue my game with it, and yet, too obsessed and indulgent to take it away as I should have. I turned to her homework, and got out a pencil from my pocket, and tried, distractedly, nervously, to answer the questions and solve the problems that were assigned to my charge, my fourteen-year-old inamorata, the tempestuous teen in the halter and shorts and of the blonde, blonde hair, long, flaxen, shiny, sensual.
My sensation, my temptation, sitting there, regarding me with an air of tough superiority, the cynical stare of the experienced sex kitten. How much of it was experience, and how much practiced affectation, I did not know and was afraid to find out.
So visualize that strange tableau, if you will. Teacher looking grimly uneasy, scribbling away the answers to some high school homework, and a gorgeous girl, barely teenaged, perched beside him encouraging him with the most erotic of caresses, slow circular movements around and around on his upper thigh, as his cock squirmed and churned only inches away, mere inches.
Her father could have come in at any moment, and he could have seen her hand where it was, and if he did see it, and saw the motion she was making, there would be no excuses on my part. There would be nothing to say. There would only be the punishment that would surely come down on me, whether physical or legal it did not matter. The fact was, I was risking a lot to live with my fantasy.
"Yes," I said to her, "the problem in this section concerns plus and minus numbers, multiplying them, dividing them."
My voice seemed to be coming from another planet, from far away. My thoughts, my mind was closer, intensely centered around her body, and her hand.
Minutes passed. The tension grew, my cock throbbing, the room seeming to swim around in my head. And still I filled in the damn homework, as if, no matter what, I could not give up some link with the normal, rational world.
And then it was over. The homework was nearly finished, and her father came in, smiling and nodding at us. The girl had subtly removed her hand from my prick where it had just finally arrived, pinching the long, aching shaft between her fingers. She was clever all right. He didn't see anything. I still had a hard enough time looking at him, trying to speak. My voice came out in a tinny falsetto.
"We're getting along now, looking at her math assignments."
"Oh, yeah? Yeah, she's got a lot of trouble with that, sure thing. I hope you can drum some of that stuff into her. She don't like it, he says."
"Oh, he's a wonderful teacher, Daddy," Penny said, smirking at me. "He goes slow, and lets me-uh-feel my way around the subject. And it's such a big subject that that is really the only way to approach it."
"Yeah? Yeah? I don't know nothing about math, and that's the truth. So just don't take after me, little girl, or you'll be sorry the rest of your life. Ain't that so, Henry? Oh, you don't mind me calling you by your first name, do you?" he asked, pleasantly.
"No, why should he mind?" said Penny. "He lets me call him by his first name. Why shouldn't he let you do the same, at least."
"Huh? You want her to call you by your first name, Henry?" said Stan.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. We're not actually in school. It's just an informal tutoring arrangement. I want her to be at ease with me, you know."
"Oh, sure, sure, naturally. She don't like it too disciplined. That's when she starts to rebel and make trouble. But I think she'll get along with you all right. Yeah, I think she likes you, Henry, heh, heh! And she don't like teachers."
"Yeah, but I like Henry, Daddy. I like him a lot. I'm so glad you brought him. Now I think I'm gonna do real well in school. Real well."
"That's good. Shit, Henry, you seem to be a real miracle worker. I'm glad to see it. She's usually so fucking impossible I can't stand her."
"She seems to be serious about her studies now, I think."
"Yeah, yeah, that's good. So when you gonna come again, Henry? How about tomorrow night? Will that be okay, or is that too soon for you?"
I looked quickly, nervously at that halter once more. At those tight shorts, and the creamy, small legs that extended from them. "Yes, tomorrow will be fine," I said.
"Okay, good. Let me walk you to the door, Henry. Say goodbye to him now, Penny. You'll see him tomorrow, so don't make any plans to go out."
"I won't," she said. "I'll be here waiting for him, Daddy. Goodbye Henry. I hope you have a pleasant evening."
She was smirking again, and I wanted to strike out, to slap her across the face.
I didn't hit her. I couldn't hit anyone so lovely. I walked backwards out of the room trying to keep one eye on her as I departed. She merely stood where she was, pouting, nodding at me like she was busy thinking of something, something utterly obscene. I nearly tripped, and then I turned and strode to the front door.
Stan caught up with me, and we got into his car, and drove off. He dropped me back at the dorm, and I waved to him as he turned around and left.
I stood there in the driveway, and wondered what to do, where to go with my maddened ardor. I listened to the faint echo of his departing car, taking him back to the house where Penny was, alive and desirable in her halter and shorts.
I stumbled up toward the door to the dorm house, and then I stopped and walked to my car, parked under the trees around in the back.
I got in and started the engine. I didn't know exactly where I was going, or what I was going to do, but I had to do something. I had to have relief.
I drove for hours. I don't know how long exactly. I reached Boston. I drove around by the Harbor. It was dark out. I parked the car and got out and .walked around aimlessly.
Down a seedy street near the docks, I heard the first whispered proposition of a prostitute. I stared at the shadowy figure in the doorway. She was blowsy, and middle-aged and I looked at her with disgust evident on my face. She stepped back and said nothing more. I wandered on, sullen, brooding.
Someone moved up close beside me, and I saw that it was a girl. I stopped and looked her over. More precisely, she was a chick in her twenties, dressed up to pass as sixteen or so, with knee socks, miniskirt, white blouse and pigtails.
"Hey, man, do you want to go out with me," she said, "hmm? Are you interested? I'll show you a real good time, mister."
In the dark she could almost make you believe in her charade. I nodded at her, and held my hand out to her face. It was chalky with makeup.
"Come on," she said, moving a hand to my crotch, pinching at my cock. "I'll make you feel real good, man-real good!"
"Yeah, you will, will you? All right. Let's go. Where do we go?"
"Yeah, great. You'll pay thirty?" she said to me, holding my cock in her hand.
"What?"
"Thirty dollars. And ten for the room. It'll be worth it. Yeah, man, I'll show you a real good time, I promise you."
"Where do we go?" I asked her. "I'll pay what you ask. Let's go."
"Right, Daddy. Let's get going. You're gonna enjoy yourself." The clutching at my cock, and the word Daddy reminded me of Penny and made me even more excited and ready to go with this shamming slut.
We walked to a hotel up another side street, and I put the ten dollar bill in front of the clerk, and then followed my whore up the stairs to the second floor.
We went into a grubby, gray room, and she locked the door.
"You put the money on the table, there, okay, honey?" she said.
I did so, putting thirty dollars there, and then getting undressed.
When I was naked, I sat down on the bed, and she came over and kneeled in front of me. She did have a fairly nice, young looking body, with small but firm tits, and a lightly curled bush down between her legs.
She felt my penis, and played with it, making it throb hard in her hand. She got the twitching meat firmly in her fist. Immediately the thick head raised up to the ceiling, throbbing and stretching hard.
"Mmm, that's a big one," the girl sighed. "A big, big cock you have."
The whore moved up closer, as she gripped the length of hose at the base with both hands, and she lowered her face down to it.
"I'm gonna suck that big cock of yours. I'm gonna put it all down my throat, honey, and I'm gonna chew on it tm it's all wet and ready to fuck with---"
Her tongue crept out, and it licked slowly and wetly, saliva drooling, up and down and around on my shaft, and the smooth knobbed head of it.
"Does that feel good, baby? Do you like my mouth on your cock?"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead, don't stop. Keep on doing it. Suck it, yeah-"
She licked and licked, till the cock was as shiny as polished marble, and then she opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the entire thing. All eleven inches of it, right down to the base, nestling her lips and chin in my pubic hairs.
She moved slowly up and down on the long rod, up and down, twisting, squeezing, sucking with all of the sexual skills she had picked up in however long a time she had spent on the street, sucking and fucking with strangers, people of all kinds, even mere perverts like myself, who dug the thrill of fucking with a chick, who they could pretend was an innocent teenager.
"Yes, yes, it feels good. It feels fine, yes, suck, suck on that cock, you young bitch, teenager, yeah, child--Oh, suck up and down, keep it up, not so fast, not so fast. I don't want to come yet, not yet!"
She decreased the speed and pressure of her oral strokes, as I asked.
"That's it. Not so fast. Take it slow, slow. Yeah, baby, baby doll, little girl, shit, yes, oh, yes, shit that's good, that's good!"
Up and down, around and around, licking and sucking on my stiff stick, letting it fill her over aura cover her face as she ran her tongue all over it.
She opened up wide, and swallowed it all, filling her mouth entirely with cock, my cock, hot and hard and wet, eleven inches down her tight young throat.
My heated semen welled up out of the tip, the tip that was pressing against the whore's tonsils, filling her mouth, semen dripping from the sides of her lips, down onto her firm chin.
Up and down, she sucked, up and down, again and again, not slowing, speeding, faster, faster, and more and more, sucking, up and down on my eleven inches of horny dong, my cock that needed satisfaction, aroused by the aura of Penny.
"Oh, yes, that's good, that's very, very good," I moaned.
Up and down, letting the warm, soft, hard, pulsing yard slide out all the way, till only the head was still in her mouth, and then quickly, tightly driving down again, sucking it all back in, with the head spitting lightly at the back of her throat. She put her fingers around the base of my prick and tickled her tongue all the way down to it. And then she dragged her tongue back up to the head, this time along the sensitive under flesh of my massive organ.
My hands pawed at her hair, at her pigtails, and I swayed back and forth under her oral strokes. I bucked forward with my hips, helping to drive the length of my cock more deeply than ever down her willing, well-paid mouth.
Up and down, up and down, back and forth, she sucked and sucked.
Lunge after lunge, I drove my enormous prick straight down her throat, enough to make a lesser woman, a less experienced woman, suffocate. She kept her eyes wide open, watching as the thick shaft of my cock charged at her face, stabbing through her open lips, back and forth, in and out, again and again.
I grunted loudly, squirming, feeling the exquisite pleasure that followed close upon each terrific suck she administered. She slowed her movements somewhat, as she felt my cock shuddering, near coming. Yeah, she wasn't afraid to do her money's worth, to give me a real good time.
She sucked and sucked, in a slow, caressing movement, gently raising up and down on the solid dong of mine, up and down, up and down. I stared down at her, at her youthful, pretty face, stuffed fully with my erect, wet, manhood.
She slowed even more for a moment, glancing up at me for my reaction. I could only sigh as her lips squeezed on the sensitive rim of my cockhead. I shuddered, and came very close to coming in her mouth then and there.
She opened her mouth then, and slipped my cock out, holding it in her fist.
"You like it, baby," she asked. "Am I sucking you the way you want it?"
"Yes, yes, don't stop, keep it up, keep sucking, come on, hurry!"
"Why don't you fuck me now, before it gets too late, huh, honey?" she said.
"Yeah, yeah, don't want to give me too much for my money, huh, baby?"
She laughed and moved up against me. I cupped her taut globules underneath and lifted them up at my face. They were light and firm. I rubbed my nose and mouth against the erect nipples, and let my tongue out to caress them heatedly. My tongue drooled with saliva, and it dripped and coated the lovely boobs. I licked, harder and faster, finally dosing my teeth on one of the lengthy nipples, and squeezing tightly till she winced from the pain of it. Then I let go and massaged the pained nipple tenderly. Then I moved to the other bud and bit it as well.
"Okay, baby," the whore said. "That's enough playing around. Let's get down to fucking before you run out of time, okay? Hurry up."
I pushed my cock at her quivering cunt lips. She held her hand out and grabbed my pole and led me up against her loins. She waited for me to shove it in. I rubbed the thick head of my cock up and down the length of her slit, and then I began to push it in with all of the force I had behind the thrust. I pushed my cock in deep inside her tender passage. She was kind of tight, and I told her to loosen up so I could get in and out. She took a deep breath and then let it out, and at the same time relaxed her muscles, allowing me to shove my shaft inside her cunt all the way to the hilt.
She reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders, as I picked up my pace and drove down into her, ramming every solid inch of my huge prick into her hole. I tensed my muscles and shoved in, deep, deep, right to the hilt, and then withdrew, out, out, out, almost completely, but then before I fell out, recapturing the hole, and filling it quickly.
In and out, back and forth, fucking, screwing the pretty young whore.
I rammed it in so deeply up her hole, it seemed like I was going to tear into stomach. Each time I arched back, she shook, squeezing her cunt lips tightly together, hanging onto my big, bruising prick. My ass flew up and down, the tightly muscled cheeks of my ass opening and clenching as I drove myself in and out of her vagina. My chest beaded with sweat, as the intense dance continued, and the drops fell down on her naked tits, those tiny tits with the erect nipples. My hands squeezed at her thighs, prying them even further apart, so I could lunge ever more deeply inside her steaming hole.
Each time I rammed my prick into her, I felt a thrill of rising orgasmic pleasure, like a firecracker going off in my loins. Ecstasy mounted in me. I lunged and lunged, in and out, back and forth, over and over, till the itching, twitching, burning sensations rippled through me, and I knew it was only a matter of moments before I would spray my juices up her heaving, hot, hairy love opening.
My thrusting, driving prick rammed into her, faster, faster, faster!
I don't know it if was pretended or not, but the whore started groaning and clawing at me like she was coming. With a loud shriek, she clung tightly to me, and thrust her cunt up high to meet the inward plunge of my hard, hard prick. With my long, thick piston buried all the way inside her, I began to have my fun orgasm. I exploded within her. The strong muscles of her cunt opened and damped fast to my prick with each burst of warm juice I sent smashing into her.
I kept stroking, pumping, faster and faster, squirting powerfully, the sperm pouring out of the lips of her flared cunt, the overflow, all over the place, around my pumping thighs, squirting again and again, filling her depths with creamy hot seed, so much I was afraid I would burst her insides.
On and on, I plowed into her, as the come continued to flow out. And then it was over, and she moved out from under me and got dressed. When she was all dressed, she picked up her money, and stuffed it into her blouse. I got dressed while she waited, impatiently, tapping her foot as I climbed back into my underwear, my pants, my shirt, socks, shoes.
"Okay, can we go now?" she said. "You know, I gave you a pretty good deal. I should have charged more, a lot more. I hope you appreciate it."
"Yeah, I appreciate it, dear. If I've picked up VD from you, I'll appreciate that, too!"
"What do you mean? I'm clean, and don't go starting no rumors like that, neither. You hear me, buster? Or you'll have trouble on your hands. Now let's get out of here, shall we? Come on, man, move it!"
I followed her downstairs. At the door, she let me go first. I went through out to the street, and didn't look back. That was the last I saw of that nymphet.
I found my car and got it moving. I found the highway next, and since there was no traffic on the highway, I went at top speed all the way.
I was back at the dorm a little under an hour later. No one was up, although it was not very late, even then. Only about nine-thirty, or so. I reached my room, went on in the dark, and closed the door. I was feeling rotten. The incident with the whore only made me feel worse than I had been feeling. I only desired pretty Penny even more hungrily, desperately.
In the dark, I got undressed. I didn't feel like washing, even though it was a good idea, after who I had been with. But I didn't give a shit just then. I only wanted to lie in: the darkness and think about my loved one.
Was there any way I could ever have her, possess her, mine and mine alone? Was she serious when she flirted so erotically with me there, in her own house? Or was it just some tease she tried on all men she met?
I could only hope it was the promise of better things to come.
Yes, I could hope. I could hope for a long, long time before anything like that might happen to me.
And what of the consequences of something like that, if the chance presented itself in that way? If I were caught I'd never be able to get another job in my lifetime.
Damn the consequences! I wanted her and that was all that mattered.
I climbed into the bed, and got under the covers. I stretched out and sighed deeply, sadly, cursing my fate, my obsessive love of the young and the innocent.
I suddenly sensed something, someone in the room with me. I heard breathing and then I felt the bed move.
I soft, child's hand touched my chest, and quickly slid down to my naked cock. "Gee," Penny whispered, "I thought you'd never get back."
CHAPTER FOUR
I got down on my knees between her legs. I leaned close and whiffed at the rich, sweet odor of her teenaged pussy. The fragrance seemed to rise up from somewhere deep inside of her. The curly, still-growing blonde hairs on her cunt glistened with moisture from her own excitement.
I placed one hand on each of her thighs, and I moved my mouth forward until it came in contact with the slippery, soft tissue of her hot vagina. For a moment, I hesitated, sniffing the strong, pungent, delightful odor and smiling at my idea of what it would taste like.
Then I began licking along Penny's outer labia, with my tongue. I knew it was a dream cunt right at the first taste. I quickly, excitedly licked up one side of her juicy slit until I reached the place where her clitoris was. I touched it carefully, then gradually, I applied more pressure till I had wrapped my tongue completely around it.
Her pretty, ruby red clit was quite erect already. It was just like a tiny, throbbing penis, hard and erect, and causing her great delight.
She ground her pretty pert ass around and around and put her hands on my head, running fingers through my hair as I ate her out.
Now, I reached under her ass, and put my hands on the smooth, soft cheeks. I began to squeeze them. I had a firm grip on her, pulling her close and tight, as if feeding myself on the pink folds of her fiery loins, those tender, pink, nubile teenaged loins of hers, that moistening young pussy.
I gave my tongue more leeway I began licking up and down the outer lips, then swirling my tongue in little patterns on the delicate, inner labia. They were wet and slippery flow, and I could hear Penny moaning, steadily louder and louder.
I began to push my tongue de per and deeper into her pretty pussy. I was using that tongue with the same dexterity I tried to use my cock, and it was quite a bit like fucking her, jabbing, rubbing, pumping my tongue in and out of her, back and forth, in and out.
My tongue probed deeper and deeper into her clenching cunt channel. She writhed around beneath my lapping tongue, gripping, clutching at me tightly, not letting me loose, not letting me up for a second, not wanting to let my tongue out of the tightness of her pussy.
She moaned and groaned, excitement visibly mounting on her face.
My face was completely, and delightfully buried in the curls of gold and the meat of rare pink. My eyes were plastered against those soft, golden hairs, the softest most fragrant bed a man could ever ask for.
The smell of her agitated pussy was all around, invading my senses as well as hers, bringing me to a peak of ardor, lapping and licking wildly, without a halt, even for a breath, just sucking, on and on, more and more, again and again.
The taste to my tongue, now, as she was fully secreting and shaking with arousal, was veritably exploding at me, choking me with the deliciousness of it.
It was marvelous, incredible, sticking my long, wet tongue into the silky, warm, throbbing canal, and feeling that soft, tender skin pressing against my face, as I rubbed it in deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter, harder and harder.
Her juices were running off my chin as I licked up and. down, and drove my tongue in and. out of her wide-open twat, that gorgeous teen cooze.
I was determined to have her love me, and gain that affection by bringing her to the hottest, greatest, wildest, wettest climax she could ever have imagined in her most inspired masturbatory fantasy.
And I was well on my way to accomplishing that goal, too.
She was grinding and writhing, tossing around on the bed like a beached fish, getting hotter and hotter under those magnificent caresses by my wet, probing, lapping, unending, strong, wet tongue, in and out of her, on and on.
I moved my hands in at her front, and us d my fingers to hold her gash open wide, while my mouth and lips continued to work over her wet inner twat lips of pink and salmon and milky juice.
I licked at her furiously, running my fingers up and down along the outside of her twat, pulling at the. curly hairs, digging my fingers into the skin, and all the while, my hot tongue was snaking in and out of the steamy love channel, the tightly clenching, wildly throbbing pit of her passion.
I pushed in, deeper and deeper, so deep I thought I was going to fall inside, my whole head, my whole body, even. Shit, for a teenager, she had a damned big twat, no two ways about it! A huge, immense, massive, canyon-like cunt, wide and deep.
My tongue swirled around and around, back and forth over lips, clit, walls. I tongued the throbbing clit with ever-increasing intensity, attacking it with my hot, hard pointy tongue, licking, lapping, slapping.
Very carefully, gently, I rested my lips on the erect bud of flesh of her clitoris, and I began to bite at it. I bit hard, and I felt her gyrations building up so profoundly I feared she was going to explode like a bomb in my mouth. She was close to something like that, too, shaking insanely as my lips and teeth ground down on her damned clitoris. So unendurably pleasurable was it!
Flow after flow of ecstasy shook through her as I licked and licked. She was coming. She screamed it as she shook, and grabbed at me, and urged me on.
Her ass bucked up and down, and she pushed my head down harder, deeper, deeper into her pink loveliness, her young womanliness.
And I bit and bit, digging my teeth in at that distended clitoris of hers, and she writhed and groaned with the pleasure of it, the intense sexual pleasure.
I had found the seat, the soul of her pleasure, and I was applying everything I had against it, like an invading army, pounding, slapping, biting down, tearing, ripping at her fabulous cunt, her teenaged twat.
I sucked and sucked and sucked on and on again and again, in and out, my rigid acrobatic tongue swirled, around and around, probing, sucking, licking, lapping again and again, without stop, without pause even, on and on.
She was absolutely creaming me now her juices spewing allover my face the sweet feminine flow pouring down on me as I smelled it, tasted it, sucked it all do n my throat. She bucked her hips and kept coming and coming, and I drank all her spew, digging my fingers into her open, tender twat, and rubbing my face all around inside that deep, cavernous cunt of hers.
Juices, hot juices of her horniness, dripped on my open mouth, down my lips, over my chin along my neck and chest. Sticky, sexy, exciting juices from her big, fat, pink pussy.
I too was in a frenzy of emotions as I continued my licking, my lapping, my sucking, my drinking of her flooding orgasmic fluids.
She forced her legs up around my head, and locked me in tight, increasing the pressure, tighter and tighter.
My head was aching from the pressure, but I didn't feel it. I only licked and licked, and she continued to bum and spew and. flood my mouth with the taste of her delicious girl come.
I sucked and sucked, on and on, again and again, licking, licking, tongue up and down the length of this most beautiful teenaged cunt.
She screamed and screamed, as I did still rising on her orgasm, still coming strong, screaming for me to tongue her, to tongue her fucking cunt.
And that was just what I did, slapping my rubbery dagger up and down throughout the vastness of that pussy channel.
In and out, up and down, again and again, licking, licking, lapping away!
And then, ever so slowly, she started to calm down, to stop the frantic writhing, and I knew her climax was finally over, her first one, anyway.
It was about time, too, I thought to myself, for my poor tongue couldn't have lasted much longer.
I gave the sides of her cunt a few more wet licks, and I kissed her clit, really smacking my lips into that throbbing band. Then I raised my head up, up from her heaving meat.
I rested for a moment, and so did Penny. We were both panting like two long-distance runners.
I got up and held onto my cock, and waved it at her like a big, mean-looking club. I told her I was going to fuck her good with it, and she couldn't have been happier about that.
She spread her legs wide, and I moved up in there between them, positioning myself for the first big plunge into her honied depths. The pink pussy, lined only very lightly with those blonde cunt hairs, was all wet and sticky with her come, and my saliva, and it looked damned exciting there, spread all out before me and my cock.
I moved tight between her legs. My eleven inches of solid cock was stiffly throbbing, the huge pole sticking out between the two people involved in this heavy bout, this title match, sticking out like a third party.
I lowered the massive rod, and I pressed the tip of the cock, the knobbed head, up against her cunt. The wet, slippery cunt, sopping from my excellent eating out, allowed me easy entrance, my cock moving in as slippery and as smooth as a bar of soap. I slid right into the pit, to the very back of her fabulous feminine orifice.
Inch after inch, I pushed my gorged prick into her steamy, slippery, most drooling feminine doorway, in, in, in.
The feeling was electric, absolutely out of this world, fantastic! Such a totally wonderful quim she had, producing such great vibes.
My cock slid on and on, all the way to the womb, to the deep, dark interior of her heaving hole. I hunched over her, my big cock slamming all the way in, my chest pressing down against her tiny tits, her nipples rubbing against my nipples, both oairs erect and tingling.
She raised her legs up and wrapped them around my back, kicking down to the tip of my ass, fitting her feet into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks as if she were fitting them into stirrups or something.
I began to pump, hard, fast, deep, back and forth, in and out, on and on, fucking, pumping, on and on and on!
I loved that teenaged beauty like no other woman on earth. I absolutely adored her.
CHAPTER FIVE
And now a confession.
There was a reason for my passion for the beautiful little girls of this world, it was a reason that none of the doctors and therapists at the clinic every got near, because I didn't let them. They could not have known what events lay in my past, because there was no one but me to tell them, and I was not telling anyone. Oh, only you, dear reader, only you.
I have read just enough of Freud to know about repression and sublimated instincts, and whatever else he chose to call those things all of us do that we do because of something in our background, in our past.
There was something in my past all right, a very large something. Ladies and gentlemen, I now present the dark, foul, unknown skeleton in the emotional closet of Mr. Henry Rider, myself.
My childhood had not been a happy one. The circumstances were far too complicated to go into now. I will risk losing your sympathy toward my actions by merely generalizing.
My parents treated me badly, very badly. Whether anything could be sufficient enough, and wrong enough to warrant what I did in the name of revenge is hard to say. At any rate, and by mutual agreement, I left home at the age of fifteen, vowing to punish my parents for their treatment of me. I cursed them with vile threats that I would one day see come true. Years did pass, and I did make my way in the world. But the quest for revenge had never quieted in my strange skull.
And then the time came I returned to my parents town, where I now had a sister grown to fifteen years, the same age I was, when I was sent away, abandoned. It was her I would have my revenge on. I followed her one day as she went to a discotheque in town. I met her, charmed her, and led her away from the dance joint, telling her my name was Harry, and that she was the loveliest thing I had ever met.
Her name was Ginger. I brought her to the room I had rented, and set upon her seduction. It wasn't hard. I had very appealing manners in those days. And I had gotten her stoned on pot.
I went against her and kissed her on the mouth. She responded hotly.
"Mmm, you're nice, Harry."
I ran my hands around and under those luxurious boobs.
"Ahh," she moaned. "That feels good."
"Does it?"
"Oh, baby-"
I rubbed my lips against her, and she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue against mine. For fifteen years old, she was a sensuous bitch.
I backed her up toward the cot, and lowered her down. We kept kissing, but my hands were occupied pulling her sweater out of her pants. I got a section free, and I quickly ran a grasping hand inside and up to the naked breasts. Shit, they were big. Firm, soft, hot.
"Oh, they feel good, baby doll. Beautiful tits."
"Thanks."
I pulled the sweater out the rest of the way, and then ripped it over her head with one precise tug, like the magician pulling the table cloth.
Then her tits were hanging out bare, gleaming in the glare of a naked light bulb.
I whistled. I caressed them, and slowly lowered my head, and took the nipple of the right one in my mouth.
"Ahh, that feels nice, real nice-"
I smiled up at her, and chewed away on the hot, hard nipple.
Her breasts were absolutely perfect. They sloped up, round and full all the way.
I had a solid erection by this time, and her not-so-innocent young fingers crept down my chest to the crotch of my pants, and felt out the bulge. I was so stiff that as soon as she touched me there, I jumped, and the entire outline of my prick was clearly discernable despite the sheathing of pants and underpants. She cupped her fingers around this outline, digging her nails into my trousers, and she proceeded to jerk it up and down.
"Hey ,little girl, what are you doing down there."
"Oh, what do you think?"
"I haven't the foggiest notion."
"No?"
I shook my head slowly.
"Is that cock as long as it feels," she asked, pouting her lips.
"It could be."
"Don't you know?"
"Half your fun can be in finding out."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Let's find out."
"Let's."
She fingered my zipper and pulled it down with a slow movement. I had picked a wild one, all right. A genuine teeny-swinger. Of course, she was pretty stoned, on cocaine-laced marijuana. But I'm sure she wasn't doing anything she didn't have a natural instinct for, I'm sure.
She fumbled her small, pink fingers around my fly, under my briefs, finally fishing out my frisky, erect meat.
She smiled, no ding her head dazedly. "Like it?"
She nodded some more and tried to give a wolf whistle. She couldn't quite make it.
"Shit," she said. "I like it."
"Good."
She gazed at my twitching cock from every angle. "Mmm, it's so big," she said.
She held it in her hand. I stretched back on the bed, and reached to the floor on the other side, where I had a bottle of tequila stashed. I took the top off and downed a long swallow.
"What's that?"
"Booze, Mexican style."
"Can I have some?"
"Sure, baby, but just keep jerking that thing down there, will you."
"Mmm-hmmmm."
She took the bottle and fed herself about four ounces.
"Sheeee whiz! Hic!"
She came out of it gasping. I leaned over and kissed her. She squeezed on my prick, raised the foreskin up to the head, and then pulled it back.
"Suck on it, Ginger."
"You want me to?"
"Go ahead."
"Yeah-I never done it before."
"You a virgin?"
"Shit," she chuckled groggily. "I'm not a virgin. I just never blowed a guy before, that's all. "
"Well, now's your big chance."
"Yeah."
"Think of it. It may be the start of a whole new career."
"Huh? Shit, you're funny, Harry. But you do have a nice prick."
She opened her mouth, sensually hung out her tongue, and slowly ran her index finger down the length of it.
"My cock," I said, "not your finger."
But she knew what she was doing, in a hazy sort of way.
The index finger now quite lubricated with saliva, she touched to my prick.
She ran it around the sensitive under-rim of the bulbous head.
Licking her finger again, she touched it now to the little phallic eye, playfully folding over and back the covering at the tip.
I lay back and took another hit off the tequila, dribbling most of it down my chin.
"It's beautiful," she mumbled. "Very, very beautiful."
"I've always thought so."
"Are you going to put it in my pussy?"
"I'm going to try."
"I hope so. I'm so wet, I don't know what I'll do if you don't."
She lowered her head down and kissed my cock, right on the head.
You can imagine that it felt very agreeable.
She didn't suck or lick just yet, but kissed it, long and hard, the way she would kiss on the lips.
"Such a nice prick."
She parted her lips widely and lowered her head once more, and slowly she fed it into her mouth. That wasn't the easiest thing in the world to do, for my prick was thick and heavy by now, and she had to stretch her mouth open so wide, I thought her lips were going to split. But she managed to get it in all right!
"That's the way, Ginger. Suck it all in."
I held my hands out to her head. I caressed her beautiful blonde hair, and her smooth cheeks, I took another drink of the tequila. It burned my throat.
"Hey, should I take a picture of you right now? You can give it to your father."
She raised her eyebrows, and started to laugh, which made her gag for a moment, with all that prick meat filling her throat.
She was a neat chick. Very sexy and very nice. It was going to be a long, pleasant night.
"You got it, baby. Suck, that's the way."
She started to pump up and down, up and down, raising her head till she was only covering the very tip of me, and then swallowing it all again, down to the hilt, till her face nestled in my briefs.
She drew in her cheeks and sucked hard, to a count of five or so. Back up, then, till only the bloated head was still between her lips. She took a deep breath, and then went down again, to the base, drawing a layer of semen out of me, and making a loud, sexy, liquid noise, the only noise in the otherwise silent room.
"Suck that cock, Ginger. That's a good girl, a real good girl."
She winked at me. Her head started to fly back and forth with considerable speed. I had to concentrate sternly to keep from shooting right off in her sweet mouth. I was pretty drunk by this time, having downed at least half of that bottle of tequila, and I wasn't sure I could get it up again before the night came down on my head, so I held off coming till I could put it in her twat. It would be a monstrous shame if I was to wake up in the morning alone, and not have fucked her when I had the chance. Couldn't let that happen.
So hold on, I told myself, as she bobbed her head up and down on my pole, and poked her fingers in my fly to hold my testicles.
"Shit, Ginger, that's quite a talent you've got there."
She grinned at me, and I can tell you, that was an erotic sight. Her beautiful face and a sexy smile attached, and sucking on the hard length of my thick red hose.
And still she pumped me, her head moving rhythmically up to the cock head and down straight on the base. It was getting the best of me, and I was feeling ready to go out of my skull if I didn't come pretty soon. So I reached out to her face, and motioned for her to disengage.
"That's enough of that for now, baby. Let's get ourselves undressed and do some fucking, okay?"
She held my prick in her hand, and ran her tongue once full up the side of it, like it was a lollipop or an ice cream cone. She smiled again, and shrugged.
"Okay, honey," she said. "First, can I have some more of that tequila?"
There were about five gulps left in the bottle.
"Sure," I said, handing it to her. "Finish it off."
"Goody."
"Like it?"
"Mmm, boy!"
I chuckled, watching her slurp it down like an alcoholic. I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Take my shoes and pants off," I told her.
"Sure, Daddy, glad to."
She unlaced the tattered brown suede's, removed them, my socks, and then moved up to open my pants. She dragged them down to my knees, and then went up for the briefs, hooking her fingers into the waistband, and rolling them over my erect cock, and down past my swollen balls. I kicked both garments off, and then I was naked. I said, "Now you."
With some difficulty, I got the button open on her jeans and pulled down the zipper.
Damned if she wasn't wearing any panties. Strands of golden hair showed themselves. I stuck my hand down inside the open pants and felt out her hot, tight pussy.
I bent a finger in at the cleft, and it pushed through the tender lips and into the soft wetness.
"Mmm, that feels nice," she said.
"Does it?"
I massaged her, rolling my hand slowly around and around, pushing in deeper.
"Oh, Harry-"
I plucked my hand out and pulled her jeans off. Now she was lying next to me in all her lush, pink nudity, round and creamy.
I rolled close and ran my hands over her.
"Oh, Harry-"
We kissed heatedly. I pushed my hands under her round, perfect, all-American ass; and crept into the deep tight valley.
"Mmmm-"
Her ass was beautiful, the resiliency of soft rubber, and a light layer of downy golden hairs. I poked my finger toward the puckered little asshole. It was small and tight.
I poked and poked, struggling to insert an inch of forefinger, then a half-inch.
I poked again, twisting and pushing and stretching out this tight strong shithole.
"Ohhh," she sighed, grinding her ass at my exploring fingers.
We kissed some more and she sank her tongue deep down my throat.
Her hands went to my lap, and recaptured my prick, squeezing it, jerking it up and down. I cupped both her beautiful breasts underneath, and felt out their soft contours.
I leaned down and kissed the twin nipples, fed them into my mouth and sucked for a moment.
"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, stroking my hair as licked at her nipples.
I pushed her back on the bed. She fell back willingly, spread wide her legs, and stroked up the long blonde cunt hairs so that her pit was wide open and clear for my impending entry. Her depths laid bare like that, I got a glimpse of just how hot she was.
Thick clumps of her own sweet come hung around the rim of the love hole, a frothing mouth.
I rolled over on top of her and fitted my cock between her legs. It slid right in, smooth. I dug my hands under the plump roundness of her teenage buttocks.
Arching my own ass up in the air, I slowly drove the full length of my rod into her, direct on target.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned.
In deeper, up to her womb on the very first plunge, without her having to guide it an inch.
"Hang on, baby!"
"Unnggghhh!"
"Yeah, baby, here it comes."
In and out, my eager prick dove through the soaked pools of her pulsating funnel. It was an unending channel that expanded and contracted in joyous rhythm to my pounding thrusts.
"Shit, shit!"
"Like it, Ginger? Like it?" I cried wildly, plunging away at an increasingly furious tempo.
"Yes, yes-Oh!" she cried, equally wild, kicking her heels into my ass and. raking her nails through my back till I could almost feel her draw blood.
"Hard enough for you baby, big enough?"
"Mmmm! Yes, yes, yes!"
On and on I drove into her, plowed into her and uprooted her insides.
"Shit," she groaned, her whole body shaking intensely, her hands tearing at me, the fingers digging into my skin, lifting her whole frenzied carcass, pink and lovely, up off the cot and up, colliding head-on with my own downward driving fuck rod.
"Good, good, baby," I breathed. "Take it. Take it up that sweet pussy, keep it inside you, baby. Feel it in your gut, bitch."
"Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me, man," she kept screaming, so loud you could probably hear it on the street. We were quite a fevered pair.
Over and over, she sobbed and screamed clawing, me like an animal, loving it.
Like a little girl, afraid that her candy would be taken away, each time, I drew back my pumping prick, drawing outward for the next plunge, she would feverishly, frantically, desperately squeeze her strong cunt jaws tight together, a hard squeeze to keep the great cock inside her.
But I was not going anywhere-only out as far as the inflamed head, then a deep breath, and then ramming back so deeply up her hole, I feared I would tear through her stomach.
"Ohhh, my pussy, my fucking pussy!"
"Like it" Ginger, "like it?"
"Oh, oh, I love it. I love it."
"I know, baby, I know," I grunted back at her, my muscles tensed, my breath short and sharp as I rammed into her.
Her ass flew up and down, up and down, meeting my thrusts in perfect rhythm, so that at the moment of tightest connection, when my prick was fully inside of her, we were practically in the air. My brain spun with cooze and pleasure. I shoved my rod in and out with total abandon, driving on and on toward a full tilt ejaculation.
"I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come any second now."
"Yes, yes, shoot it. Now, unnggghhh!"
I could feel her already coming. It was a gradually growing tremble that started in the snapping jaws of her cunt, and worked up through her belly and on up through the whole adorable body.
Her eyes closed, and her tongue licked wildly at her upper lip. She was moaning, a pained sound and a pained look on her face, but it wasn't pain she was feeling, only exquisite pleasure.
I barreled into her orgasmic pussy, big and bad, driving that cunt's owner out of her young mind with passion.
"Oh, ahhh, aaiieee!"
She was still coming strong. I couldn't believe it.
I increased my strokes, faster, faster. She gripped my shoulders, pinched them to the bone. I shoved my prick deep inside her, drew it out, rammed in, again and again.
I felt my fluid escaping, and I pounded through he portals of her delicious pussy, and exploded. Hot steaming come. Pints of it. Thick, white boiling!
"Ohhh, yes, I feel it, ohhhh!"
"Mmmm, unnnggghh!"
Out, out, out it shot, up her sweet endless cunt. We writhed and moaned, and held each other in a heated orgasmic embrace. She shook like an earthquake that was pushing through our wet, torrid crotches.
"My cunt, my cunt," Ginger sobbed absurdly. "Oooohh, hold it in, hold it in deep."
I panted loudly as I jerked my last strokes in and out, in and out.
My prick started to shrink within her, floating adrift in her wet pussy.
My fingers squeezed on her tits, and they were hard and hot.
"Shit, Harry, shit!"
"Good, huh?" I panted.
"Oh, baby," she said.
I collapsed on top of her.
She encircled my back and caressed me tenderly. Our breathing was heavy for another minute or two, and then we just lay there, quietly.
I rolled onto my side, keeping her close against me. I rested my head on hers. I closed my eyes, and fell asleep, with the girl in my arms, not even thinking it was way past her bed time. She couldn't have cared less.
I had set my alarm clock for six in the morning, before I went out on the previous night.
It woke me up all right. Ginger, curled up a few inches away, stirred but did not open her eyes. I threw the sheet down off her shoulders and examined that round, pink body.
I touched her breasts. The nipples were as stiff as they had been last night.
She had a smile on her face, and her legs were pulled up tight, so maybe she was in the midst of a wet dream. I laughed to myself, and slid my hand down across her rounded tummy and down to feel those soft, blonde curls. I started to get hard-on.
I moved up close to her, pushed her legs down, and fitted my hardening cock between her thighs. She squirmed some more, and sighed.
Slowly I started rubbing the head of my cock into the hole itself.
She was tight, but. I forced it for the first couple of inches, squeezing through the closed lips, opening her legs, jerking up inside of her.
I was quite hard now, and ready to fuck the morning away. I pushed in to the hilt, then withdrew inch my inch. Ginger groaned, and her eyes fluttered open.
She looked at me blankly, like this was a dream or something.
I smiled at her.
"Morning," I said.
"Ahh," she said, biting her lip, feeling a sudden flash of passion, as I pumped slowly in and out of her.
"Good rooming, Harry, what-what time is it?"
CHAPTER SIX
And there you have the incident that has hounded me, whether consciously or not, for all these years since that infamous night.
I have been plagued with a guilt, a trauma over that incestuous seduction, of the night I made love to my sister.
"Good morning," she had said. "What time is it?"
Whatever time it was, it was too late for me. I had sinned, I had transgressed, and like the Flying Dutchman, I was forever feeling forced to recreate my evil deed, again and again, till I was caught and punished fully.
But still I had eluded that fate and still I was seeking it. Now with Penny Dodge, beautiful Penny, only fourteen.
They were getting younger and younger each time. Before long, I would be robbing them from the cradle.
Something has to be done.
I have to be stopped, do you hear me?
I had come close, that time at school. But the officials were cowardly, and preferred to hush up the scandal, and sent me away to a clinic.
And now I was on the beat again. Now I had a fourteen-year-old mistress.
Hear me, good people, I am a menace to the community!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What made you do it?" I asked her, lying in the dark.
"What?"
"You know what. What made you come here? Tell me."
"You wanted me, didn't you, Hank? Didn't you want me real bad?"
"Sure," I muttered. "Sure ... I wanted you, like you say. Real bad."
"Yeah, figured. They all do, my age or your age, they all want me."
"So what? that's no reason. Do you give yourself to everybody you think wants you? Do you sneak into all the boys beds and take them by surprise, like you took me? Hm? Is that how you get your teenaged kicks?"
"No ... I haven't done that before. I'm not really as experienced as I might act, you know. Not really. I'm just a natural sexpot."
"Not experienced, huh? Well, you're sure as hell nobody's virgin, either, my Penny dear."
"No. A virgin I'm not. Not for almost a year in fact. A full year, next month. I wonder what my father would say if he knew. Ha! I wonder what he would do if me right this moment. In bed beside my respectable tutor, Mr. Rider himself. Ha, ha ... that would be something to see, huh?"
"I'll put off the pleasure, if you don't mind, Penny. I think the fewer waves we cause right now, the better, hm? Are you going to be able to sneak back into that house of yours? Without them seeing you?"
"I got out, didn't I?" she asked, hurt by my questioning the efficiency of her mischievousness. "I got out, I'll get back in. I do it all the time."
"Very funny," I laughed. "This is all very funny to me ... heh, heh."
"What's so funny? I don't like being laughed at," she said.
"Not you, your father. He's worried because he thinks you're gonna fail some subjects at school. And here you are a first. class slut. I wonder who he can hire to correct that. Not me, I'm working on your arithmetic."
"Ha, ha, ha, it didn't seem that way a few minutes ago, when you were busy jabbing away at my pussy ... you dirty old man, you."
"A dirty old man, and an obscene teenager. We make quite a pair indeed."
"How old are you, anyway?" the darling, naked creature asked me.
"Well, old enough to be your father, I suppose, if I started young enough. I'm thirty-five, and I'm gonna age quickly if I try and keep to the pace I have been keeping in my sex life. Thirty five years of age, and you just fourteen ... "
"Well, look at this way, when you're ninety, I'll be sixty-nine. Then we'll both be old together."
"What an utterly repulsive thing for you to say, my dear child. Open your legs, and let me feel that adorable pussy of yours again ... Wait, I'll turn on the light. I just realized, I haven't actually looked upon your naked body. From what I've felt, it's going to be well worth looking at."
I switched on the light above the bed board. And there she was, all pink and wonderful. Her tits were small but firm and pert, with red nipples sticking out hard. Her pussy hair was just so light and slight.
"Oh? Well thank you, Teacher, that's very nice of you to say."
"You probably think I'm crazy ... but I honestly love you, child. I love you as strongly as man can love a woman ... I love you, totally, tenderly, utterly."
She straightened up, and ran a flat hand down her body, gliding it sensually over all of her budding pink curves.
She pouted, and smiled at me mysteriously. I touched her thigh.
"You do love me, Hank? You really do?" she asked, creeping closer.
"Yes ... yes, yes, You know I do" you vixen, you know it as well as I do."
She stared at her own naked body. "You like my titties, Hank?" She moved her hands under the small breasts and fingered the erect nipples.
"Yes, yes, your tits are wonderful ... marvelous, dear, marvelous."
"Mm-hmm." She ran a hand to her stomach. "And my belly? Do you like my belly, Hank?"
"Yes, yes, your belly is superb, superb," I nodded excitedly.
She touched her face. "What about my mouth? Is it too large or too small?"
"Your mouth is perfect. Perfect, just as it is, Penny, just as it is."
"You love my mouth?"
"I love it."
"And my nose?"
"I love your nose."
She arched her back at me and caressed her own buttocks. "And do you love my pretty little fanny, Hank? How about that?"
"I absolutely adore that ass of yours ... yes, I love it. I love it."
"And my pussy? I guess you love my pussy, do you, Hank?"
"Yes, yes, I love your pussy, dear girl ... I'm mad about it."
"So you love my mouth, and you love my nose and my titties, and my belly, and my fanny, and my pussy, all of me?
"I love all of you!"
"Totally?"
"Totally ... tenderly, tragically."
I pulled her down on me and I kissed her, fast on the mouth, but soon on the tiny buds of her young nipples, down her stomach, and down until I was tonguing and kissing at the tight labes of her fabulous young twat. She opened up for me and I sank in, my whole mouth practically, licking and lapping away like there was no tomorrow, like it wasn't a crime, against the law and nature too, for that matter.
What integrity, what class I possessed, fucking this infant! I wouldn't have blamed her father if he carne in and shot me in the head for what I was doing.
I kept my tongue in her twat for several minutes, licking, stabbing away at her adorable pussy, till it was spraying my face with warm love juice, that darling secretion of hers.
I simply adored the taste of her cunt, all hot and alive in my mouth, my tongue exploring all the crevices and depths of it, striking out into virgin territory, if she possessed any.
What a cunt, what a fabulous cunt she was, and she was mine, to do with what I wished, practically, to tell her to walk on her hands, or suck on my balls. The latter suggestion seemed the more imminently desirable, and so I asked it.
"Penny, why don't you suck on me, hm? Suck on my big, fat, hairy balls for a while ... go ahead."
"Yes, all right," she said, "I'll suck on them, if you want. I don't mind in the least."
"I knew you wouldn't, dear Penny, my love, my light, my, wonderful teenaged lover."
She jerked on my cock, and it grew rigid to her caresses, and she licked it, around and around the thick shaft, and then she journeyed down deeper, till her mouth was pushing around at my testicles.
She put one of the hairy balls in her mouth and sucked on it, saliva drooling allover the place.
"That's it, baby, that's the way, that's the way to do it, you sure as fuck know your stuff.
She licked and caressed those dangling balls, gripping and not letting go for anything in the world.
"Oh, baby, baby, yes, that's it, that's the way ... "
She sucked harder and tighter, but so perfectly, that I didn't feel the slightest touch of her teeth. I let go of my prick and put both my hands on the sink behind, to balance me as I drifted off into a joyous dreamland. Another minute of it, though, and my prick was contracting and getting ready for a practically spontaneous ejaculation, the last thing in the world I wanted to do, and disappoint this beautiful blonde student who had already professed her desire to put my throbbing, stiff "present" in "several places." No, it would not do for my masculine ego, to go and shoot my wad allover her face just from her sucking my balls. But it was certain that I couldn't hold out much longer. And still, I didn't want to stop. You can't imagine what a really fine testicle suck-job is like. In my many years of chasing pussy, I had never before had anyone do it near as well.
A wave of hot ecstasy rippled through me. I really had to stop her now, or give in and come.
"Stop"
"Stop! Stop." I grunted. "Okay, okay baby. Suck my cock now, will you. Start sucking on that before I come all over you."
She schlurped off the balls and looked up at me, delight clearly in her eyes.
"You can come on me if you want, Hank. I wouldn't mind one fucking bit'"
"I don't want to waste it, baby."
"Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. Our fast time should be kind of special. Not just jerking off in the wind."
"Put my prick in your mouth, baby. For a little while, and then we'll see what's to be done about your hot twat."
"I can't wait," she gasped, almost inaudibly out of the corner of her mouth.
Then she returned to business, swallowing all the way down to the root, till her face nestled in my pubic hair. She drew in her cheeks and sucked hard, to a count of four or so. Back up then, till only the bloated head was still between her lips. She took a deep breath, and down again, to the base, her lower lip smacking against my inflamed, compressed balls.
"Oh, baby! Suck it! Suck it! Shit, that's the way!"
Her head flew back and forth with considerable speed. I had to concentrate sternly, to again keep from shooting right off. At another time I could gladly shot off down her sweet throat, but like I said, for this time I had to hold off and pour it up her twat. It was a matter of pride in performance.
"Slower, baby ... we don't want me coming just yet ... slow it down, ease it down ... mmmmm, mmm, that's the way ... that's it, suck nice and slow."
She did as I asked, and I was able to stay on a near-coming peak for a couple of minutes, while she gently bobbed her head up and down on my pole, and ran her hands around my testicles, and down deeper to my hairy asshole.
"Real nice, Penny. You're the best, no competition. Shit, I'm gonna repay you in kind, believe me ... mmm!"
She grinned up at me, and what an erotic sight that was: her beautiful face and that sexy smile, attached and sucking on a length of thick, red hose.
"Come on, let's make it," I declared, encircling her shoulders and leading us back down on the bed.
I was ready to see those "pretty tits" of hers. She hadn't exaggerated. They were small and melon-shaped, with fat pink nipples that were sticking out like tiny top hats.
I cupped both breasts underneath, and felt out their soft contours. I leaned down and kissed the twin nipples, fed them into my mouth and sucked for a moment.
"Come on, baby," she shrugged. "I'm getting all hot. I need your cock in me real quick."
She ducked away from my nipple-sucking grasp, and, holding my prick with both her hands, she gently led me over the mattress and down onto it.
"Fuck me, honey ... I need it so bad."
"I'll give it the old school try, anyway," I said, climbing up over her.
She spread her legs wide, and stroked up the long blonde cunt hairs so that they left her lamb pit wide open and clear for my impending deep entry. Her depths laid bare, naked, like that, I got my first glimpse of just how hot she was. Thick clumps of her own sweet milky come hung around the rim of the love hole, the image of a dog again, like the mouth of a crazed and frothing dog.
"Shit," I growled toughly, "I'm gonna fuck you senseless, beautiful cunt!
I dug my hands under the plump roundness of her buttocks. I arched my own ass up in the air, and I drove my rod into her, right on target.
A perfect shot! I drove in up to her womb on the very first plunge, without her having to guide it an inch.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, like a virgin with a bursting hymen, but there was no cord of innocence in this whelping bitch's cunt. Unlike her shithole, her pussy was well reamed and stretched, as comfortable as a glove a half-size to big. Room to explore, girl-come-soaked pools for my eager prick to swim in, a pulsating unending funnel that expanded and contracted in joyous rhythm to my pounding thrusts.
"Like it!? Like it!?" I cried like a madman, plunging away at a furious tempo.
"Yes, yes! Good!" she cried out, equally madly, kicking her heels into my ass and raking her nails in my back till I could feel her draw blood.
"Have I got a cock enough for you? Huh?! Big enough! Hard enough for your maggotty cunt!"
On and on I drove into her, plowed into her and uprooted her insides "Shit!" she screamed, her whole body shaking intensely, her hands tearing at me, her fingers dripping in my blood (rear or imagined I could not tell), lifting her whole frenzied carcass, pink and lovely and nubile, up off the mattress and up! For a head-on collision with my own downward driving fuck-rod!
"Good, good, good baby! Take it! Take it up your sweet pussy, keep it deep up inside you, baby! Feel it in your gut, bitch!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed still, so loud there was an echo.
We were a fevered pair, all bloody right.
She sobbed and screamed, clawed me like an animal, loving it. And like a. little girl afraid that her candy may be stolen away, each time I drew my pumping prick outward, drawing back for the next plunge, each time she would frantically, desperately squeeze those deadly cunt jaws tight together, a hard squeeze to keep the great cock inside her. But I wasn't going anywhere, baby, only out as far as the inflamed bulbous head, and, then a breath, and then ramming back sq deeply up her hole I figured it was tearing through her stomach.
"Ohhhhhh Godddd! My fucking pussy! My God, my God, what a fucker you are! I love it! I love it!"
"I know, baby, I know!" I grunted back at her, trying to stay together, my muscles tensed, my breathing short and sharp. Her ass flew up and down, up and down, meeting my thrust in perfect rhythm, so that at the moment of fullest connection, when my prick was all the way to her womb, we were in the air. A genuine, hairy flying fuck!
My brain was spinning, and I was giddy and dizzy with pleasure. I shoved my rod in and out of her with total abandon, driving my way to a full-tilt ejaculation. But it was too soon to dump my load. My mind started to fill with visions of her virgin asshole, and I knew now was the time to hump her there.
My hands, which were firmly under her ass cheeks, scratched for the soft, springy cleft and spread it. My fingers tore into her cornhole, ripped it open for inspection, for injection. We were up above the mattress for a moment and I started to withdrew.
"Noo!" she cried tragically, horrified. "Don't take it out of my pussy! God, please!"
"It goes up your shithole now, you sweet thing!"
"God! God! No! No! Yes! Do it!"
I smashed prick against the tiny, exposed opening. It seemed well quite impossible. I spread her ass wide. My fingers swiped up at her bubbling pussy and brought down a gob of love-nectar there. In swift, precise movements I swabbed the girl's shitter, lubricating it loose.
"Yes," she moaned as I knocked at the rear gates once more, now even more fiercely, "put it in! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me there, Hank! No one ever has! My shithole! My shithole!"
I stabbed my fat, throbbing cock into her. The sphincter gave in to the furious onslaught. Gave me an inch. I squeezed in another. I slid in the next.
"Oggggg! Sheeeee! Godddd!" she screamed awfully. I thought she was going to faint or vomit.
I gritted my teeth and pushed in. Her tight, magnificent dirt track suddenly open up, melted even, and I poured my sizzling hose on up through her bowels.
She screamed like I had killed her. "Aaeeeeee! Godddddd!" But in the next moment you knew it was a cream of pure ecstasy, for she went on to shake her fucked-up fanny in a sexy bump and grind that made my cock twist left and right within her. It still took a proper feat of strength to really start pumping again, but I managed, and then we were really cooking. A few good strokes and the inside of that gorgeous blonde's rear was as wide open as an old shoe, but a million times more pleasant to step into. It was well-greased with the drippings of her come, and a solid layer of my own jizz.
"Like it, little girl? Like a big stiff prick up that pretty asshole of yours? Huh?!"
"Yes, yes! Oh, yes Hank! My God I can't, stand it! Oh! Oh! Hank, are you going to come in my asshole?"
"I'll come in your ear, if you want it, baby!"
"Shit, shit, it's so good! So fucking good!"
"Never had it up that hole, huh?" I grunted, drilling my thick skewer through her undulating ass meat.
"Never! Never!" she answered. "I don't know how I could have over-looked it!"
"You had to wait for the right man, baby. One stupid enough to risk breaking his prick in half pushing through that steel sphincter of yours!"
She started wheezing with laughter, and I joined in, but it was too much to handle that and the ecstasy vibes she was also experiencing.
"Unngghh!" I heaved, fucking in and out, my hands wedged tightly against her upraised thighs, so soft, so warm.
I could feel her coming. It was a gradually growing tremble that started in the outraged ass, moved up to the snapping jaws of her cunt, up through her round belly, and on through the whole body from there. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue licked wildly at her upper lip, the surest sign that a chick is really digging it. Then she was moaning, with the sound and expression on her lace that is such a close thing to pain but is, of course, exquisite pleasure. I rode out her second orgasm free and easy. Slowly she came out of it, crept back to pace, and was ready for more.
I fucked and fucked and fucked her ass till it was all awash in sticky liquid and draining shit. In another minute, I pulled out and barreled back into her pussy. It was sweating even more now, perhaps scared that I wasn't coming back. But I returned, all right. Bigger and badder than ever, ready to drive that cunt's owner out of her mind and more.
"Aaeeee!" she screamed again, as I recaptured her bigger hole on a single stroke. "My cunt! In my cunt! Godddddd!"
The bitch was coming again. She was on a fantastic hook-up with her libido, that led her up the mountain and then swung her from peak to glorious peak, not a downer valley in sight.
I dug it, and increased my strokes, faster, faster! She gripped my shoulders, pinched them to the bone. I shove my prick inside her, and again and again.
"Oh! OH! Oh! Fuck me, you devil! Fuck me!"
"I don't want to bore you," I said, dragging my prick out of her cunt for the second time, and for the second time plugged into her shit-hole, brown and pink and heaving with passion.
Fucky-fuck! I thought I was going to burst! I jabbed that ass of hers, fires in my prick! God, God, it was coming to an end. The flow was rising up from my soul, from my ferocious balls! I roared in a breath, pushed her thighs up till she was almost going backwards in a somersault, and then out! I was going to come in her cunt or be damned!
And not a moment too soon! I pounded through the portals of her pussy, and exploded! Hot, steaming, what seemed like gallons of the thick white come.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Tell me about it," I said, lying beside her, more in love than ever before. Staring at her beside me, adoring, in awe.
"About what?" she asked, running a hand over my prick.
"About that first time. We were joking before. But I really wanted to know. How did it happen? Who was it with?"
"Who was what with, Hank? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The first time you screwed. When you lost your virginity. I want to know. I want to know everything about you."
"Oh, I get it ... well now, why should I tell you that, anyhow, it's none of your business, is it?"
"Yes ... as your tutor, and as your lover, I demand to know who has plowed your field before me. Tell me, please, please, Penny, I do want very much to know."
"Do you?"
"Yes ... I do." I patted her, caressed her bare breasts.
"All right, I suppose I can tell you. It was nearly a year ago, like I said ..."
And then she began to tell me the tale of her first sexual experience. It was with a boy named George. They were alone in her house.
We had only been kissing (Penny began), but one thing led to another, till I found myself entering my own bedroom with this handsome teenage boy.
I was very nervous, not at all like the way I am now in these matters. He touched my shoulder and ushered me into the dark room.
"Now what is it, George?"
He gave me a hard shove that sent me stumbling in and sprawling down on my bed. He slammed the door shut and we were in total darkness.
He was over me in the next moment and we struggled on the creaking mattress.
"George, let's not rush into this" I muttered weakly.
"Oh come on, baby," he cackled. "You know you want it. You've been eyeing my prick since we met. Now I'll give it to you. You can do whatever you want with it. It's all hard and sweaty just for you. You can suck it, or put it in your pussy or your ear if you want. But stop playing games and settle down. I don't really like playing this macho rape trip. I'm a lover not a fighter ... settle down, that's it, baby, nice and easy ... "
His kisses and caresses were too much to withstand. I still writhed and protested vocally, but it was only a pretense now with no real attempt to deflect his intentions. And then, before I knew what .was happening, he had pulled away from our clutching embrace and had dropped down between my legs.
His hands tore at my sheer panties. When my very wet pussy was uncovered (though still unseen in the dark) he snuggled his face into it, wedging his head firmly between my thighs.
I saw red, and my loins went on fire with the first touch of his long tongue on my open cooze. He licked my hard clitoris till I was delirious with orgasmic pleasure, and then he plunged the snake further, right up my pussyhole. The tongue jabbed and rolled in circles around my cunt. Deeper and harder. My knees flexed and closed together around him forcing his head more tightly against my oozing pus.
I didn't know how he could breathe I held him tightly!
Oh God, how I remember that first eating out. I came in his mouth, as his tongue wagged on my cunt walls arid his nose rubbed back and forth across my golden bush. It was magnificent.
"George! Ah, my cunt ... oh, George, eat it. Yes! Suck it!"
I lurched up and reached for an armful of him, leaning over his active head and holding his waist as if playing some backward game of leap-frog.
Finally I lay back, and he raised his head up from the depths of my heat.
"Wow, baby, your cunt tastes beautiful. And I could feel it, your cherry. I touched it with my tongue, doll. Really. You ARE a virgin! Incredible!"
"God, George, but it's such a sin ... putting your mouth on ... on my pussy."
"The only sin," he corrected me, "is that no one s eaten you out before. Look what you've been missing. Didn't you dig it, baby? Tell me what you thought of it. Does your cunt feel all steamy, hm? Be honest."
In the dark I had the courage.
"Yes, George. Oh yes, it was like no feeling I ever imagined. You're wonderful. Your tongue is ... is beautiful! You know that I've only had my own fingers in my cunt before now."
"The five-fingered widow, huh?"
I laughed softly, and sighed.
"But jerking off was never as good as this."
"And when I fuck you that's gonna be even better."
"Really? Will it?"
"Wait and see."
His head rested on me, nestled over my hairy gash. I touched his face.
"Feel your cunt, cunt Check how wet it is."
I pushed my hand down between my legs. My sticky juices were thickly flowing and dripping all over the springy hairs at the sides of my cunt. It dripped further, down to my asshole, and with the shithole well lubricated like that, the sphincter muscle opened wider each time I flexed it. I wondered if, before the night was over, my lover would fuck me there, too.
In another minute George got up off me and crawled over to the head of the bed. A click, and the light went on. I was still somewhat ashamed, but I decided if he were to continue showing me the ways of sex, I could certainly see it as well as feel it.
"Now it's time for my prick to get in on the fun, baby ... What do you think of that?"
"I ... Yes, George. Do it. Fuck me Make me come again."
I lay back on the bed and fingered my soaking twat. Bringing the fingers back, I licked them dry of the sweet-salty juice.
"Tastes good, huh?" George asked, with a devilish grin, as he pulled off his shirt. "That's 100% pussy juice, fresh squeezed. Like no other taste on earth ... You just keep your fat snatch wet for a few seconds more and I'll have my cock out raring to go. Just keep it ready, baby."
He unbuckled his blue jeans and dropped them. He was in his white briefs now, and I could see the bulge of throbbing cock stretching the thin cotton to its farthest. The hint of flesh showed through the white, and I tingled with anticipation at the revelation to come any moment. He was aware of the drama in this moment, and he took care to give me full satisfaction.
"Here," he said, crawling back to me on the bed. "I'll let you take my underpants off."
He stood on his knees, just a foot before
me. I could smell the heat of the boy's manhood.
"Go on," he coached. "Pull them off. You can feel my cock and see it coming out inch by inch."
I extended an eager but trembling hand to the elastic waistband, and I tugged down. I stopped, stared, took a deep breath before going on.
"Do it, baby. Take out that prick. It's a magic wand, and you're gonna do all of kinds of tricks with it."
I uncovered black curly pubic hair, and then with both hands I pulled the panties at the sides, over his hips and down, till the root of his fuck shaft was visible. I licked my lips and took another deep breath.
My hands continued the movement, as if independently of my conscious mind, which was now in a dreamy state of erotic excitement. Two inches of shaft appeared. The cock flexed its long muscle, and the briefs jumped within my delicate hold.
When I had pulled down a few inches more, the rest of it slid out by itself and rose up gloriously, finally unleashed from its straining captivity.
I dropped my hands away and stared in awe at this work of art.
Right from the first sight it seemed simply beautiful. Any image I had conjured up in my wildest flights of masturbatory fantasy, could not compare with seeing it there in the flesh, a bloody red-pink flesh at that.
For a full minute I was content to look without touching.
George took it in his fist and waved it at me like a club. It got longer and thicker every moment. He slipped his briefs the rest of the way off and threw them to the ground.
"Go ahead, feel it."
"Feel it, go ahead, doll," he then commanded. "Take my prick in your hand and squeeze it tight."
The round head stared up at me, and the slit at the center seemed to smile a welcome.
"Ohhh," I sighed, moving my hand near and finally touching it to begin a rapturous exploratory.
First I did as he told me, grabbing it around the middle in my fist and squeezing. It grew tauter still with my squeeze, and a bead of clear liquid swelled from the eye on the fat know.
"Pull it up and down, that's it, Penny up and down, get the come flowing."
I did just that, pulling the great tool upward till the foreskin crinkled up. and half covered the sweaty head. Then down till the cock was extended fully. I slid my hand down to the
base and nestled it in the soft bed of his pubic bush. I curled my fingers down around his balls and lifted them and poked a finger between them.
God, it was such a. glorious, exciting. SEXY thing!
I felt suddenly so lucky to be a woman and have such a thing as this made for the pleasure of my kind. That hairy twat between my legs was interesting in its way, but could not compare in visual or tactile pleasure given by the masculine pole of hot love.
As I played with George's hairy balls he took my head in his hands and said: "Suck it, doll. Put it in your mouth and chew on it a little bit."
I had already come far that night, but there were still inhibitions ... that could not be easily thrown off. Much as the cock enthralled and captivated me, I could not do what he wanted. I tried. My mouth edged towards the drooling knob and my tongue rolled out to it and licked around the rim of its bullet shape. Come stuck to my lips in hanging strands that I wiped off with my wrist. I couldn't go any further. My psychological reflexes were too strongly trained against it, and I backed away.
"Can't blow me yet, huh?"
I shook my head, He was at least sympathetic to my problem.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "Takes a little getting used to when you're just starting. Come on, get your dress off, I'm going to fuck you. My prick's not going to lie down till I do."
"Yes ... yes," I mumbled and quickly unbuttoned my blouse. I threw it down and unclasped my bra.
His cock bobbed and throbbed at the sight of my firm young tits. The ripe boobs stood up tensely and the nipples were sprouting out hard.
George put his hands on my breasts, lifting them gently and squeezing in on them. My chest tingled right down to my crotch.
"What a pair," George exclaimed. "What beautiful tits! Look how hard those are. How long they are. Just because baby!"
His hands moved down to my waist, and then I dropped my skirt, down to my plump, round behind. He lifted and parted. my asscheeks while, before me, he bent his head to enclose my left titty He sucked in, taking the nipple, the wide red roseate, and even more into his open mouth. A glowing warmth lit my tits. It was quite wonderful.
He changed boobs now, and swallowed up a portion of my right one. He licked it and pulled on the extended nipple with his lips.
Meanwhile, his hands were working at my ass, prying apart the firm cheeks and running long fingers into the damp crevice. I felt him threading through the tightly woven hairs all up my ass. He touched my shithole, finally, dabbing his finger all around the rim of the puckered opening. I opened my thighs wider, and wildly flexed my sphincter on his finger.
"Oh baby," George sighed. "Your asshole feels incredible. It's so big and soft ... open it, baby, relax it. I'm gonna stick my middle finger way up your shitter."
"Yes, do it," I whispered hoarsely. "Stick it up my ass, George. Finger my shit ... You're driving me wild!"
He plunged the long middle finger into the willing orifice, which gobbled it up, opening wide for a moment then clamping tightly around it. He bent it within me, and there was both pain and pleasure. He worked it slowly out then shoved it in again quickly and deeply. And still all the while he was sucking on my boobs. They were all wet and quivering now, like fleshy gelatin.
My own left hand I let trail to my bush and down further to the outer lips of my hole. Sticky juices were still running freely and dripping now onto the bedspread. My cunt was on fire, all ready to burst with passionate heat.
With my free hand I grabbed George's great pole and tugged on it, stiff as it was. A layer of filmy sperm covered the entire joint. I squeezed his balls, and I entwined my fingers in his bush, and I ran my hand up the long prick shaft to the head and the tender little slit from where his juices emanated.
"God, your prick is beautiful," I chirped insanely, wanting him to know how excited, how pleased I was with the tool he brought for my pleasure.
He plucked his finger from my asshole and massaged the bottom tip of my cunt. It was a maddening sensation.
Well, we must have been ten minutes at this foreplay when he slowed down and held my naked hips.
"Okay, you beautiful young cunt, you're ready as you'll ever be. I'm gonna stick it in you now, all right?"
"Yes!" I concurred enthusiastically. "Yes, fuck me now, George. I AM ready. Put your prick in me before I explode."
George smiled broadly, and pushed down on my hips till my fanny touched the bed. I lay back fully and pulled up my legs. He moved in between them, his swollen cock brushing against my pliant thigh as he did.
I licked my lips of the drooling saliva, and I ground my cunt at him anxiously.
"Come on, come on," I muttered, "put that big thing inside me. I can't wait any longer. I've waited all my life!"
He took hold of his prick at the root and wielded it like a saber, shaking it and slapping it against my flaxen cunt curls. My heaving cunt waited for ills entrance with dizzying impatience. I raised up at him .and touched my nether lips to the twin sacs hanging just above.
"In, in, fuck me," I pleaded. "Fuck my pussy, darling ... I'll scream, I can't stand it any longer ... "
"I'll fuck you, I'll screw your pus till you can feel my cock coming out of your mouth."
He slowly bent the stiff, swollen head raged against my outer lips, rubbing up and down around them, taking quick, furtive stabs in at the deep cave beyond.
My puerile pussy belched white come juice out and over the sides of the outer lips, a lusting crazed cunt I had no control over any more.
The cock head squirmed into the pit, ate up inch after inch, and the shaft following inward, pulsating like a piston, deeper and deeper.
I wanted to scream. It was a pain that was pure white hot pleasure. The love tool filled me up and pushed in. I bit deeply into my lip, breathing in short bursts. I shuddered and gasped. His prick was abrading my hymen, that sensitive cord of virginity.
I panted throatily and rasped at him: "Break it ... break it, George ... I need your cock in, in, in more ..."
His mouth hung open and he shook his face at the ceiling.
"That's your cherry, baby ... and this is the big moment ... "
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass, clawing for a tight grip, and then launching his hardest thrust. A flash of pain seared up my body as he tore through the resistance, and then he was plunging in all the way, unimpeded now, and pure ecstasy returned to me, but now at an even higher pitch.
I raised my legs into the air and kicked the heels down into his shoulders. My cunt spread wider and he squirmed into the free space and his cock came in harder and deeper.
"That's good, that's good," I whimpered. "Fuck me ... fuck me hard!"
And he did, his strokes moving in ever increasing force and depth of penetration. To my very womb he seemed to be pushing, further, to the pit of my stomach.
"You like it, Penny, you pretty thing? You dig my cock?"
"Oh yes, yes!"
I certainly was digging it, clawing my nails into his back and clutching him tightly with my legs, like spurring a horse, a stud riding me to the heights.
In and out he went, his ass flying up maniacally, then down, down into the depths of my cunt ... Out, right to the tip of the huge knob, then quickly ramming back at top speed.
"Gaahhhhd ... ohh, George, George, do it to me, screw the pussy off me!"
"Penny, doll," he whooped, as he pumped madly away. "You've got one fucking great fuckhole ... it's so soft, so tight ... goddamn, it's like plowing my prick through hot melted butter ... Too much! I don't know how long I can keep up ... I want to come, baby, I want to shoot through all that hot butter! Ungh!"
He lunged inward sweating, grunting for breath.
"Shit!" he screamed, off on some ecstatic elegy, some ode to my pussy. Little girl, you've got a cunt that's made to fuck, a one in a million pussy ... "
