"Don't you ever go off, honey?" she breathed, her throat dry.
"At the right time," he chuckled, pressing her tits again.
"Please come in me soon!" she gasped, hunching again, faster.
"You really want my gun, huh?" he teased.
"Oh, god! Yes! But if I come again I'll faint."
"You can make it one more time," he said confidently.
"But I've had four already!" she wailed, her legs shaking with fatigue. Still, she didn't want to stop; that big hunk of manmeat was so delicious she couldn't bear giving it up....
Archive Note: A curiosity; the cover art to this pocketbook used the spelling 'Suzy'. However, inside, every time the character was referred to, it was 'Susy'.
CHAPTER ONE
"Oh, Dirk, please!" Angie Nevers cried "Don't stretch my cunt so far!"
Dirk Fall, sated in his adjustable chair in front of his specially built fun table, dug his fingers into Angie's soft assflesh and tipped her twat higher. Angie's heels were tied to metal arms that could swing outward as far as he wished. Foot pedals controlled the height and tilt of the table.
He had modeled this couch after a doctor's examination table, with his own variations. Angie's long, heavy thighs were opened almost to the limit. Her moistened twat lips were spread to reveal the sweet red inner labia, her well-developed clitoris rose stiffly at the top of the slit.
"You know I like to look at cunt, baby," Dirk chuckled, fingering Angie's asshole. He felt her shiver of anticipation.
"Hurry and make me come, honey!" Angie panted. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me, this time!"
"Yeah, I know," he said. "You swung the big deal for me."
"I told you Susy would come here to live if you'd just give me enough time," Angie breathed, lifting her head from the padded table end. He enjoyed the view of her rounded, flushed face between her upjutting tits.
She was a near nympho, a slave to her sensual needs, and he could gratify them in the usual manner, but she wouldn't go for much torture, the exquisite blending of pain and pleasure. She didn't like much pinching or slapping or beating. She was his housekeeper, and he had taken her in for one purpose; her young niece, Susy Newsome, was the daintiest, prettiest morsel he had ever seen.
The day before Susy had finally come to live in his big ranch house near Rupert, and he could hardly wait to get his hands on her. That would take time and skill and patience, however. She was sixteen, blonde and deliciously naive. His big, ten inch cock throbbed with expectation.
His wife, Carla, had driven into town, and would be gone most of the day. He had picked this time to give plump, plain Angie some of her reward for bringing Susy into his household.
Carla and Angie got along very well; they had been raised in the plural wife tradition that had originated in Utah years before. Naturally, he couldn't marry Angie; laws prevented that But she was his extra "wife," posing as a housekeeper and cook. Some of his neighbors had the same kind of arrangement; it was the going thing in many farming areas of southern Idaho.
He was a "gentleman" farmer; all of his land was leased out; he had plenty of time to enjoy his chief diversion, sadistic sex. Angie was improving. Little by little he was bringing more variety into their sex bouts. He was breaking down one barrier after another. One of these days he would have Carla and Angie in a wild, swinging threesome, with whips and the whole package.
Carla was ready; he had been training her for three years. Angie had been with him only six months. Already she was calling a cunt a cunt and a prick a prick, and enjoying it. Regrettably, she had been married while quite young. He hadn't got her cherry, but he had taught her what a cunt was for; her husband certainly hadn't.
Today was just the second time he had talked her into a session while tied to his special fun table. Before that he had generally fucked her the old-fashioned way. She had beautiful, creamy flesh and very little cunthair for a brunette. She had fine, big tits; they were growing even larger due to his manipulations. A full, hot mouth. She would never be pretty and sexy-looking and chic, like Carla, but she was basically more sensual. She would fuck him every day if she had the chance.
From one orgasm per fuck he had brought her to the point where she could pop her nuts about three times. His goal for her was six or seven. Then some whipping and asshole diving and onto a real sadistic orgy. Yes, she had real potential; but like most dames she needed the shyness and the backwardness weeded out. Every broad was a slut at heart; it took a smart man to bring it out.
He breathed into Angie's cunt and she whimpered.
"Oh, make me come now, honey!" she gasped, her hands pressing into her standup tits. Her dark nipples, resting on their puffed aureolas, were deliciously erect. He had given her the usual slow preliminaries down in the living room; deep tongue kisses, teasing thigh feels and nipple sucks.
She didn't like a finger in her asshole. He wanted to jab his longest blade into her butt hole and make her yell with pain just as she flipped her lid, but he had promised. One pleasure deferred. In a few weeks, perhaps.
He sank his fingers into her soft, yielding flesh and coasted his tongue tip along her slit, up to the tumid clitoris.
She shuddered wildly, her legs kicked at the binding cotton ropes, her cunt hunched outward against his mouth. A deep animal moan of pleasure broke from her lips. He felt the first quick throbs of her climax around his tongue as he plunged it into the sweet cunny hole.
"Uhhh-!! Oohhhh-Ohhhh, honey! Here it comes!"
He sucked at the shivery cunt as her tits heaved and her face twisted with mingled pain and pleasure. He knew it hurt her some to have an orgasm with her thighs so far apart. This would help prepare her for future delights, when he would torture her to the limit before she went off.
He hadn't pricked her or tongued her cunt for three days, and she was blowing off a good head of steam. Wham, bang, boom! went her gun.
"Uhhh-ohhh, ohhh, Ohhhh!" she whimpered, passing the crest and shuddering into te balming after thrills.
He tasted the sugary delights of girl come, licked the puffed labia until she quieted. Again she tried to draw her opened thighs together.
"Ohhh, please untie me now, honey," she breathed.
He stood up, pressing a lever that would bring the metal arms inward. He grinned down at her as he unfastened the cotton ropes at her ankles.
"Now, didn't that hurt real good, baby?" he chuckled.
"Yes, but I almost didn't make it-that way!"
"Pain and pleasure are bedmates, Angie. The longer you wait to come the better it is."
"You're a dirty, evil man!" she laughed, her thighs now closed, her heels still resting in the metal cups for which they had been designed. "I hope Susy didn't hear me yelling!"
"She's out at the pool," he said. He moved to the right side of the table and stood so that she could feel his prick. Her hand went to it instantly and a sensual smile curved her full, red lips.
"Ohhh, that's a wonderful piece of meat, honey!"
She was talking sexier all the time. Very good. He rested his right hand on her firmly pointed tit and teased the dark nipple. She shivered, squeezing his cock. Her thighs spread invitingly. She could now move the heel cups at will.
"If Susy did hear you yell, maybe she'll get curious," he smiled.
"Honey, I told you. She doesn't know from nothing! Aunt Harriet raised her and tutored her. She's such an innocent little thing I don't think she's ever said 'shit,' let alone 'fuck.'"
Dirk laughed. "I wouldn't call her exactly little.' She must be five nine, at least."
"Well, she grew up fast, honey. You will break her in real easy, won't you?"
"I promised, didn't I? You liked the way I turned you into a good hot piece, didn't you?"
"Ohhh, wow! You know it!"
He chuckled. "I'm glad you and Carla don't argue about it."
"She's terribly generous, sharing you out like this, honey. Oh, I wish I was pretty and slender and leggy, like she is...."
"Look, you're a nice hot, plump baby, with a good tight pussy. Stop worrying, will you?"
She giggled, tickling the knob of his prick. "You're so dirty! Is my cunt really good for you, honey?"
"It gets better every time we fuck, Angie."
"Ohhhh, mmmmm! Do I get to suck it this time?"
He nodded, smiling. He moved so that his hips were close to her head. She turned, eagerly, wetting her lips with a restless tongue. He slid his right hand down her belly, in between her opening thighs. He palmed her come wet cunny as her mouth opened to accept his skinned-back glans. A hungry moan rose in her throat, her tongue coiled across his knob, sending lances of pleasure down his legs. His big nuts began to pull up at the base of his pole.
This was living, man. The kind of living a thirty-five-year-old gentleman farmer could enjoy. But he had learned not to waste his energies by blasting too many times in a week, regardless of how often he sexed his wife and extra wife. Getting the girl off was the thing. His father had explained to him years before the old Utah art of deferring the orgasm, and after considerable practice in his growing years with various older women carefully picked by his pater, he had mastered the act.
But his father had been square, really. He hadn't carried his sexual know how into the areas of pleasure and pain. He had never liberated his wives to the point of joining him in a threesome or foursome; he had fucked them one at a time on a regular rotation.
Dirk had done a lot of reading on the subject, and he had great plans for real variety. Carla was ready. Next, Angie had to be indoctrinated into the threesome route; then, eventually, tender young Susy would have her turn. He was determined to debase them to the limit. Training Carla had been delightful, working Angie toward total liberation was extremely provocative, and then would come his masterpiece of creation, turning innocent, virginal Susy into a panting bundle of totally uninhibited carnality.
He would have to watch it, man. Angie was sucking hard, and his visions of Susy were bringing his ardor along much too swiftly.
He pulled his prick out of Angie's hungry mouth.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she wailed. "I'm almost there.
Playfully he rolled her stiffened clitoris. She shuddered, her hips curved higher. He was all right, now. He could enjoy at least another hour of dalliance before he broke his nuts. He hadn't busted them for three days, now. Before he was through with Angie he would give her a special favor; a big hot load of come. But he would make her beg for it. By the time he was through with her today she would know she had been fucked by a professional.
Susy Newsome, seated in a deck chair at the rim of the big swimming pool, marveled again at the luxury and abundance that had so suddenly been granted her after the lean, rather lonely years with Aunt Harriet. Well, poor Harriet was in a rest home, now, and good, kind Angie had persuaded that wonderful, talk handsome Dirk Fall and his pretty redheaded wife, Carla, to accept her into their household.
Susy had a big, splendid bedroom all to herself! And even a private bathroom. The bedsheets were colored, the mattress was so deep and soft she felt almost sinful sleeping there! On top of all that, she had her own color TV set, a handsome radio, AM-FM, and a dreamy stereo. She had so little to do. So far, she had helped Angie with a few chores around the house, but that was all. She now had time to read and sew and watch all those good programs on TV.
There was some talk about letting her go to a private girls' school at Rupert in the fall, but she could already pass college entrance exams. Harriet had begged her to wait until she was at least seventeen before going to college. She, Susy, might get in with the "wrong crowd."
In the meantime, there was much reading she wanted to do. The library downstairs was full of curious books and all the newest novels. Harriet had never let her touch any of the latter; she claimed they were positively "filthy." Well, she could judge for herself. Sex was a normal function; girls fell in love and got married.
Someday, when she was about twenty, she would meet the right fellow and she would give him her body. It would be very romantic and sweet, with soft words of love and endearment; the physical thing she could hopefully endure. Harriet said it was something a woman had to expect.
The past two years, since she had started to menstruate, when her body had grown so swiftly, she had started having very peculiar dreams that were not totally associated with love and romance. They were downright carnal!
She remembered suddenly the time she had seen two dogs connected in the back yard at Harriet's place, and Harriet's furious blushes before she had rushed out of the house and driven the dogs away, connected, with the smaller female being actually hauled by the male! The male dog's penis had evidently become lodged somehow in the female's sex thing, and heaven only knew how they had ever become disconnected!
She was good in biology, and although Harriet had tried to gloss over the sexual parts, Susy wasn't to be denied. The male sperm had to be planted in the female tract before reproduction could take place. With humans it became an act of love. Simple. Dogs and other animals had to reproduce, so did flowers and all living organisms.
The dreams still bothered her. Sometimes she awoke with an odd burning in her private parts and in her breasts. At such times her nipples would tingle and erect. Naughty! Once she had awakened with her hips flat against the bed, and she was imitating the thrusting movements of the male dog! Shameful! A quick shower had cooled her nerves, but her curiosity had remained. Surely, it wouldn't hurt her to know more about sex. She would save her body and her passion for her husband, no matter what, but she might as well approach it with wisdom.
She smoothed her frock over her thighs and wondered if she dared put on the swimming suit Angie had given her. She would love to go in the pool. The water looked so inviting. She didn't know how to swim, but she could learn. Some of those views on TV of girls in bikini suits were very exciting! The way their breasts jiggled was positively too sexy! And all those miniskirts and tight sweaters and skin-snug trunks on the men were far out! Seeing was believing.
A distant womanly wailing sound, from deep inside the house, startled her. Could that be Angie's voice? Carla had gone to town. Or had some cat got its tail pinched in a door? Still, it had sounded like Angie, crying as if she were in pain!
Angie had said she was going to take a long nap. And Dirk had mentioned that he was going to his room to read.
This might be a good time to try on her new swim suit and take a dip in the pool. Carla and Dirk had both told her to make herself at home. She could even ride one of their horses if she cared to. They had a wonderful big stable. Old Angus took care of the livestock; he lived near the barn in a small apartment, he had his own pickup truck. The Falls had three cars. How luxurious!
She left the chair and entered the cool, air-conditioned interior of the big living room. A very faint womanly laugh came from upstairs. That was Angie's voice, beyond any doubt. Such a secretive, intimate laugh, too. Well, maybe she and Dirk were visiting or playing cards or something. Angie seemed on the best of terms with him, joking around almost as if ... No, that couldn't be! She was the housekeeper. It was just Angie's way. There was something rather lush and sensual about her, and sometimes she said the oddest things.
Only that morning, after breakfast, she had overheard a muted conversation between Carla and Angie...." when you drive into town today, please don't hurry back, honey," Angie had said.
Carla's sly laughter had seemed rather out of place for a pretty and respectable married girl who still was only twenty-four...." think you can make him come, honey?"
Then both women had burst into laughter. A door had closed, cutting off further remarks.
Puzzling, to say the least. Why the odd emphasis on the word "come"? Well, perhaps Angie was going horseback riding or something, and Carla was simply wondering if Dirk would come along with her. Simple explanation.
Dirk was handsome and virile and very charming. He and Carla had such wonderful manners. An ideal couple, really. He was much older than she, but he didn't seem old at all.
I wish I could meet someone like him when I reach the right age, she thought, wistfully. He told me I was very nice-looking!
Then, as she climbed the stairs, a simply awful thought ran through her mind.
I wonder how often they do it?
She blushed and hurried along the upper carpeted hallway to her very own bedroom. Living in the same house with a married couple, both so attractive, was much different than living with a spinster aunt. A girl just couldn't keep from wondering about certain intimate things....
I'm terrible! she thought, mentally slapping her wrist. What they do in bed is their own business. They're married; that makes loving right and proper. My time will come.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohhh, hurry and give me the prick, honey!" Angie moaned, swinging her plump thighs farther apart. Dirk had moved from her side, where he had stood while he had sucked her nipples and played with her cunt to bring her third orgasm. Now he stood between her legs, leaning slightly forward, his tremendous hot cockhead only inches from her steaming, eager cunny.
"You always get in a hurry for the meat, baby," he chuckled, licking a tender dark nipple. "Don't you like the way I suck it and finger it?"
"You know it, but hell! I love that cock!" She reached for his pole, but he drew it away, pushing her down flat on the fun couch.
"Don't you know that anticipation is greater than realization?" he teased.
"This is just torture!" she panted, tipping her drippy cunt higher.
Fuck, you don't know what real torture is, baby, he thought. And before long, you're going to find out.
"Want a load of rusty come up in your hole today, Angie?"
"Ohhh, hell! Really?" she gasped.
"Yeah, I can use a come, this time."
Angie trembled with new excitement. She had learned early in the game that he seldom went off with her. At first she had decided there was something wrong with him, but after he had fucked her a few times and had explained how a real man operated, she was overjoyed. He could make a fuck last and last! He could keep his prick hard for hours.
"Carla asked me this morning if I was going to make you come," Angie giggled. "I think Susy overheard it."
"Well, you gals had better watch your talk around Susy. I want her broken in just right. Understand?"
"Yes, yes, honey!" Angie panted, feeling the dreamy touch of his big, big glans against her juicy cuntlips. "I'm sure Susy doesn't know what 'come' means!"
"Right, but I don't want any slip ups."
Angie nodded. "I brought her here just for you, Dirk."
His knob began to stretch her cunny. She moaned and rubbed her thighs along his ribs, feeling his hands dig into her waist. The burning meat grazed her tender clitoris and she moaned with delight.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh-push it in!"
Again she felt his lips around a stinging nipple, then the touch of his teeth. That had a kind of hurt, too. She often wondered what he really did when he fucked Carla. Angie was positive they indulged in wild orgies; she had heard some of Carla's screams in the small hours of the night when it was her "turn" for sex.
Sometimes, when Carla wore a bikini at the pool, faint bruise marks were visible on her thighs and shoulders. Sometimes, the next morning, her mouth looked unusually swollen, almost as if she were still turned on. Invariably, when he fucked hjs pretty, leggy wife she slept until past noon the day after. When she did appear she had the look and manner of a girl who had been totally and thoroughly fucked. What did Dirk do for her that he didn't do for Angie?
So far, Carla had simply hinted. She would smile languidly and twitch her ass and sigh and remark that Dirk was getting better and better every time. She might mention that she enjoyed several comes. There was obviously more to it than that, however. He was giving her special treatment!
It always seemed odd to her that Dirk fucked standing up, using his special fun table. Oh, the first few times he had screwed her old-fashioned, in bed; but it hadn't taken him long to coax her into his play room, with its special lights and mirrors. She didn't care to look at herself when she was going off, but apparently Carla liked that! Well, Carla was extremely shapely and younger than Angie. Carla was justly proud of her beautiful features, her rounded, boyish buttocks, her high, hard titties, and her long tapered thighs.
Angie still was rather ashamed of her plumpness, her plain face, and wide ass. But as long as Dirk liked to fuck her she wouldn't complain. She was a very fortunate girl!
He's going to pour a hot load into my cunt, cunt, cunt! she thought, joyously. And I don't have to worry, either. He had his wires cut years ago. I can take squirt after delicious squirt!
"Ohhhh-damn!" she wailed, as her cunt began to widen and enclose his rigid cockhead. He inched the phallus inward a couple of inches and pulled it quickly out. Her cunt shivered with disappointment.
"Ohhhh-please, honey!" she begged.
He chuckled banteringly, nuzzling his face between her swollen tits. "Just a few inches of meat at a time, baby!"
"Is this what you do to Carla?" she panted, made bold by her shivery passion.
"Curious, huh?" he teased, bringing his knob back to the door of her cunt. He jabbed hard, with about four thrusts, and pulled out again.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. Her cunt fluttered, more juices dribbled from her achy, cock-readied hole.
"How would you like to join Carla and me one of these nights, baby?" he murmured, returning his prick to her stinging cunt, pushing it slowly to the shivery depths of her vagina.
"Ohhhh-you're awful!" she cried. "Carla wouldn't do that!"
"I think she would, tight pussy!" he laughed.
"Ohhh-I can't think, now!" she panted.
"Tell me how it feels, baby," he whispered against her tits. "You're swinging, now."
"Ahhhhh-ohhhhh-Jeeeee-sus!" she bleated. "My cunt is full of cock, your cock! My cunt is ready to come, already!"
"That's the way to talk, Angie. You're learning fast. Now...." His cock went bang, bang, bang against her quivery womb. Each jab sent delicious flurries of cunt fever along her thighs, up to her tits and swooningly back to her fun hole. She was getting fucked, at last!
Ohhhh, it was more fun when she talked sexy! He had never been so bold as he was today, and she loved it. She was having her pricky reward. He wants me in a threesome! I'll get to see what he does to Carla! I'm dying to find out! Is her cunt tight around his meat, like mine? What positions do they use?
"Ohhh-Wow!" she cried, fiercely. "Here it comes!"
"Come big and hard, baby!" he urged, poking harder. "Shoot me your cunt juice! Throb it, throb it!"
Her pussy tightened with zingy intensity and then the heaven broke in pounding surges, ripping honey from her thighs and tits and ass and banging cunt! Her vaginal muscles danced with acute intensity, wham, boom, pop, pop, pop!
"Jeeeee-sus!" she shouted, kicking her legs and hunching wildly. Her heels flew out of the holders, but she didn't care. This was the best orgasm she had ever known! Her twat was twatting, her cunny was pulsing and throbbing around his meat in a new, rich riot.
Suddenly she heard his moan of pleasure, his big pole stiffened even more, his huge knob began to swell. Jab, jab, jab! A dreamy pause as her cunt began to tighten for another round of cunty joy. Poke, poke, poke! Rest. Her nerves were bunching for another come. His heavy breathing, so seldom heard, intensified her pleasure.
His hands dug into her waist, he panted against her tits, and finally, after another ecstatic pause, he began to pound her cunt with the swift, hard, goaty strokes that signaled the long-awaited spurting she had dreamed about for days and days.
Her legs drew up, her ass shimmied on the springy couch, her tits heaved and the throbby waves of come joy rocked her fuck boat The pound of cockheat in her throbbing box lifted her into a new plane of erotic sensation. His come shots had never been sweeter!
She wailed and panted and coasted through the beaty delight, while his cock still slid luxuriously in her come-juiced box....
Susy, her bedroom door securely locked, the drapes pulled, began to undress. She stood in front of the wide vanity mirror, a convenience she hadn't known in Harriet's small house. The faint odd noises still were coming from the room at the end of the hall, a room she hadn't entered. It was always locked. There was an air of mystery about that room. Angie had told her it was "out of bounds." It was Dirk's private sanctum. Evidently he was in there now, playing some sort of noisy records on a stereo.
Man things, pipes, man odors, the pungent male cologne that Dirk wore, all these were extremely exciting because she had never been around men. His presence in the house, even in the short time she had been here, disturbed her in the most peculiar ways. When she walked she was more conscious of the secret hidden rub of her thighs together, and her privates itched much more than they ever had; her breasts were overly sensitive!
As she finished removing her frock, she glanced at the mirror again. Her cheeks were flushed, her full lips seemed redder. The half-slip that Angie had insisted she wear, instead of the modest longer ones she was used to, displayed her waist and torso almost brazenly. Her white, modest bra seemed awfully tight around her breasts.
Am I excited because I keep wondering what Carla and Dirk do when they go to bed? That strange cry from Angie did something to my nerves, too. What could she have done, in her room, to cause such a kind of pleased shriek?
She shook herself and finished undressing, blushing when she saw her pink nipples standing out. That secret place between her legs was thankfully covered with light, curly hair. And why was that moisture showing in the crotch of her plain white panties? It looked land of slimy. An odd itchiness made her turn from the mirror and she busied herself with the swimming suit, one Angie had given her that morning.
Well for goodness sake! It was almost nothing! A tiny bra and a skimpy panty. A bikini! Just like the ones the girls wore on TV in those ads about Hawaiian punch and sugar. Her fingers trembled as she held the mini-bra up to her breasts. It would barely cover them.
I just can't go swimming in a bikini, she thought, flushing again. I'm not that kind of girl! I'm not sexy!
She ran to the closet and found a thick, terrycloth robe. She quickly covered her nakedness, ashamed of the image she had been making in the wide mirror. She sank down on the edge of the luxurious bed. But why was she trembling? What would Dirk say if he saw her in such a daring outfit?
She was still resting on the bed, debating with herself, when a fight tapping on her bedroom door startled her into action.
"W-who is it?" she stammered.
"Angie, honey," came the reply.
A moment later Angie came into Susy's room. The plump brunette acted like a kitten that had just lapped a bowl of cream; she wore a shorty kind of beach robe gathered loosely in front. A very revealing halter was visible. She sank into a deep chair, thighs sprawled. The panty now showed, and its snugness, revealing the line of her vaginal opening, caused Susy's cheeks to turn hot.
"Come on, let's go for a nice refreshing swim, honey," Angie said. "How do you like your new suit?"
"I-just couldn't wear a bikini!" Susy replied, flushing.
"Oh, for crap's sake! Relax, Susy. You've got a real cute figure. I know Dirk would love to see you at the pool."
Susy bit her lip. "I'm not used to-all this!" She waved her arm at the room's luxury.
"Quit changing the subject, cutie. Come on, I'll help you."
Susy had never shown her naked body to anyone, not even her Aunt Harriet. Of course, cousin Angie wouldn't think anything of it; she was older, she had been married.
Reluctantly, her hands shaking, Susy stood up and shyly removed the terrycloth robe. She turned away, flushing and reached for the bits of colored cloth of the bikini.
"My, what nice titties you have!" Angie giggled.
"Stop it!" Susy protested. She had never thought much about her breasts, one way or another; but in the last year she had changed from a B-cup bra to a C-cup. And the way things looked, she would soon be wearing even larger bras. She was aware, vaguely, of the sexual significance of a woman's breasts; a considerate lover did pay them attention. But she was still a girl.
"Come on, now. Slip into the panty and let's see how it fits," Angie encouraged.
Resting rather limply in the chair, after her fuck session with Dirk, Angie was surprised that she had the energy for a swim!
I came four wonderful times! she thought, deliciously. And I got his hot, spurting wad!
Now, viewing her niece's exquisite figure, she felt the strange kind of stirring that she had known with another girl in her high school days. Giggly cunt and tittie tickling in the intimate darkness of her bedroom, when her chum stayed the night, forbidden kisses and gaspy, sweet orgasms....There was something in Carla's sexiness that attracted her, too. Prick was the best, of coure. Dirk had so much of it, he had such clever hands and such a knowing tongue!
Susy would simply faint if I touched her, Angie thought, and Dirk would probably sense it; Susy would give it away. That sweet young pussy and. those high, pink-nippled tits belong to Dirk, not me! He's paying the bill. He's giving Susy a home. She might as well learn about sex from an expert. Dirk wants an innocent young virgin, and I produced one for him. My reward was super! I'll get more and more of it, too. He promised.
Susy's embarrassment deepened as she seized the bikini panty and stepped into it. Quickly she slid it up her legs, keeping her back turned to Angie. The cloth was elasticized, and she snugged it around her hips. The crotch of cloth pressed her girl curve more tightly than a regular pair of panties, barely covering the cheeks of her rump. The sway of her titties, as she moved, caused her more confusion.
She grabbed at the bra and discovered it was simply two triangular cups held together with string!
"Oh, I can't wear this!" she exclaimed, blushing again.
Angie laughed and swung up out of the chair. She walked over to Susy and turned the young girl around. Susy was clutching the bra cups against her titties.
"Good Lord!" Angie said, picking a modest expletive. "Don't be shy around me, honey. Here, I'll fix the strings. This is going to be a tight fit"
Angie inhaled the young girl's fragrance, a very faint pussy aroma. Her cunt fluttered. Susy was even more daintily curved than her dresses had indicated. She had the sweet bloom of youth, a peaches-and-cream complexion; her deliciously rounded ass blended into plushy, smooth, long thighs. Her waist was tiny, giving her titties more thrust even when she didn't push them forward.
She's even more beautiful than I ever imagined, Angie thought, enviously. Such innocence! Those big, baby-blue eyes hardly need shadowing; her mouth is like a ripe sweet plum, ready for plucking. With a bit of makeup she would he a knockout! Too much!
"Ohhh, shit! I wish I had a figure like hers! I guess I'm awful for bringing her here, into this den of sex thieves! I wonder how it would be to get one girYs cherry? Angie thought.
"You ought to fix your hair differently," Angie said. "Why don't you let it sweep down around your shoulders? Blondes are supposed to have more fun, you know."
"Oh, you!" Susy protested, flushing.
"Just trying to help," Angie replied. She finished tying the bra strings; she stood back and looked at her niece. "Honey, you're a real sexy dish!"
Susy felt a strange warning voice deep inside. She was much too conscious of Angie's carelessly opened robe, the jut of her big breasts in the bikini halter of bright red; she was aware of a sensuality in her relative that was just a little frightening.
What did Angie do for sexual relief? She hadn't been with her husband for years and years. There was a pleased, satisfied air about Angie that was almost revolting. Was she doing things with Dirk behind Carla's back? Susy shivered.
The moneyed opulence of her surroundings, the fact that Carla and Dirk did absolutely nothing except laze around and enjoy themselves, was really kind of sinful. With all the latest automatic devices in the house, and the extra help that came in to do heavy work that Angie really should be doing, as a housekeeper, Angie herself appeared to have too much idle time on her hands. She was almost like a wife!
Dirk had been raised in Utah; Susy knew the history of plural wives as practiced by the early Mormons. That was now illegal. But what had aunt Harriet said one day in a fit of temper?
"These rich, evil farmers around here, they ought to be shot! Sure, they have wives, but that isn't all, I can tell you! Some of them have two or three 'extra' women around, pretending to be 'sisters' of the wife, or relatives living in. What is this world coming to?"
Was Angie an "extra" wife?
Maybe I should leave here, right now! Susy thought. I shouldn't feel this excited. What kind of a girl puts on a skimpy swim suit and parades around so a married man could look at her? A trollop! Are these three planning something underhanded?
Oh, it couldn't be! She trusted Angie, and Angie hadn't said one wrong word or made one wrong move. She, Susy, was simply letting her imagination run riot. To go in a pool a girl had to wear some kind of swim suit, and obviously Angie's bikini was just as brief as the one Susy now wore. She was utterly silly! If a bikini gave her a few waves of naughty excitement, it wouldn't hurt her. No one had done anything, yet She really had no other place to go.
Dirk and Carla was extremely generous to take her in and provide her with comforts. After this, she wouldn't let her emotions get out of control; she loved her room and the big house, and her freedom. Some day she would meet the right fellow and all of her questions about loving and sex would be answered, properly and in the right atmosphere-marriage. Meanwhile, why not enjoy herself?
"I'm not sexy at all!" Susy giggled, relaxing slightly. But she loved the compliment How could she ever catch a fellow if she wasn't agreeably sexy? She certainly had no money, no inheritance.
"Oh, but you are, honey," Angie smiled. "Come on, let's cool off in the pool."
A moment later, wearing a shorty beach robe almost like Angie's, Susy stepped from the wide patio into the pool area. It was completely enclosed by a high redwood fence, giving the place an intimate exclusiveness. Angie was right behind Susy.
"Robes off, honey," Angie bubbled, dropping her own outer garment.
Susy, believing they were alone, did the same.
Dirk, seated at ease in the shade, smoking and resting after his sex bout with Angie, admired the scenery. He had come downstairs ahead of the girls, anticipating this moment, because Angie had promised to get Susy into a bikini. Here she was. Sweet, loving Jesus!
His cock, even though slightly tired, woke to instant life. He felt it hardening and crawling up along his belly under his swim trunks. Susy in a modest frock was a sight for male eyes, and now she was a total knockout! That dainty, mincing walk; the girlishly natural sway of her ripely contoured ass; those sweet, plushy, long white thighs made his eyes bug out, his cockhead swell.
But the most startlingly sexy things about her were her high, thrusting tits! The thin, yellow bikini patches shaped them into enticing hills of fantastic allure. Even at a distance of thirty feet he could see the sweet pointiness where her nipples poked out, slightly up tilted. Sonofabitch! What pair of juicy knockers!
CHAPTER THREE
Steve Angus rested on the bed in his bungalow bedroom and watched Tanya Houser crawl into her favorite fucking position-on top. She was a good-looking, slender brunette, about twenty-six, and she loved her pooning. Her husband, John, who owned the ranch adjoining the Fall acres, would shit in his drawers if he knew that one of his young "wives" sneaked over for a good fucking about twice a week.
He had met her one day in a wooded canyon below the Fall spread riding a fine looking mare. He had been exercising one of Dirk's stallions; and on such rides he could drop his disguise of being "old," and act natural.
He was forty-five, in great physical shape, and he had known that if he was to land a job working for Dirk Fall, he would have to appear much older than he really was. These playboy farmers with their harems didn't want any other males around who might be tempting to the "wives." So he wore glasses he didn't need, wore "old" clothing when he was at the bungalow or doing his work around the place, and asked that he be called Old Angus. He was very good with horses, and Dirk was pleased with the way he cared for them and ran the stable.
After that first meeting with Tanya, they had become better acquainted, and on their third get together he had squeezed his big, long cock into her snug, snug pussy. She really went for it. Apparently John wasn't hung too well. And he was slowing down at fifty. A new young "wife" was getting most of his attention, leaving Tanya and the real wife very frustrated.
The day before he had glimpsed the arrival of Dirk's newest addition to his harem, some relative of Angie's, a lovely young blonde. He didn't know her name, yet, but his binoculars had revealed just how young and naive she really was, and he felt almost sorry for her.
The mere thought of Dirk sliding his tool into her young, sweet cunt and getting her cherry made him furious. She didn't belong with that pack of sex fiends. He knew Dirk was a fucking sadist; he had heard some of Carla's screams of mingled pain and delight. And Carla seemed to enjoy getting the whip along with her cock.
From a distance he had watched Angie change; obviously she was turning into the kind of swinger Dirk wanted. Well, Angie was old enough to know what the hell she was doing, but bringing a teen-aged dainty girl of around fourteen or fifteen into the household was a goddamned shame.
But what could he do? Dirk was wealthy and powerful, these rich ranchers got what they wanted, laws or no laws. In his earlier years, in eastern Idaho, Steve had had a real wife and an "extra" himself.
In fact, the "extra" had been his wife's younger sister. Two dames had been all he could afford.
Then, he had gambled his small ranch on a mining venture, and had gone belly up. The wife and sister had moved on to greener pastures. A wealthy rancher had "taken them in."
Steve didn't mind working for a living; he always had. And perhaps if he was still in the chips he would have another setup with probably three broads in his house. Meanwhile, he had Tanya. She was a better-than-average hump; the difference in their ages didn't bother her. Years before he had learned the art of conserving his fuck energies. Satisfying Tanya was no problem at all; he could easily handle two more cunts if he had them. Love? He was a bit too old and cynical for that. Of course, if some pretty, dainty young thing like Susy ever crawled in his bed, he might have his hands full!
Damn, she's the cutest gal I ever saw! She's got so much stuff it worries me!
He was sure that Carla and Angie both were able to see through his "old" disguise, and he was equally sure he could fuck them if he ever had the chance. But he wanted to keep his job; he was saving money for another spread of his own. He had a good chunk put away already. A few more years and he could tell Dirk to kiss his ass.
"What's the matter, lover?" Tanya breathed, curving her slender ass downward, arching her tits lower. They were still firm and shapely, but not large. She loved to have them manipulated. Her dark, widely-banded nipples were very sensitive; she had a long clitoris, equally responsive. John had trained her well.
"I was thinking about our first screw," he lied, easily.
"Ohhh, wasn't that delish?" she pursed, pressing her moistened cunt against his cockhead. He reached up and held a pointy tit in each hand. Earlier, in the usual preliminary play, he had stiffened her breasts and expanded her cunt with his fingers, giving her a tickle climax. Today, as yet, he hadn't sucked her twat; perhaps later. She seemed especially eager for prick.
He was proud of his big ten inch pole. In thirty years it had given a lot of dames a lot of pleasure. He had run into a few cunts who hadn't been able to take it, but he was philosophical about it. Eating pussy was almost as good as fucking it, and most girls quickly learned to lap a prick. It seemed to come naturally, as did kissing.
What had his old Daddy said? "Train them right, son, and they'll do anything!"
Over the years he had had plenty of practice. Getting a hot girl off was really what it was all about. A man of his age had to space out his comes, or he was dead! Dames old and young gravitated to him. Dirk was such an egotistical cocksucker, he couldn't imagine having another prick specialist on his ranch. Steve's disguise worked beautifully. He was "Old Angus," over the hill. In a pig's ass.
One of these days I'll throw a fuck into that leggy Carla and into the plump, sensual Angie. I'll show them what a piece of ass is really like! I'll do it just before I cut out. If Dirk finds out about it then, he won't be able to do a damn thing about it I'll be long gone.
Dirty Bastard! I'd give my left nut to get a crack at Susy!
Somehow, he would have to lure her down to the barn and get acquainted. His mind was still occupied with the young, blonde beauty even as Tanya's juicy cunt began to stretch voluptuously around his prickhead.
"Ohhhhh!" Tanya panted, shivering "You're awfully big and hard today! Haven't you been getting any lately?"
"I saved it all for you, sweetie," he murmured, teasing her nipples.
"You're a horrible liar, but I love it!" she gasped. About two inches of hot meat was inside her cunt. She wiggled her slender ass and began to rotate, slowly. She hunched downward, shuddered, and five more inches of shaft oozed into her cunny. That was about her limit.
"Ohhh, honey!" she panted. "I'm glad we can make a lot of noise!"
A spring in the bed began to creak. She downhunched three times and rested, shivering. Her twat fluttered around his meat. He kept his left hand on her tits and moved his right to her buttocks, running a playful finger across her anus.
"Don't push it up in there till I'm ready to come!" she breathed.
On their third fuck he had experimented with her asshole, and she had gone off prematurely. She wasn't one of those fast repeaters. Two big orgasms was her limit; there was something just a bit masculine about her manner, her slender body and her personality; she liked to do the stroking, she played around with herself much the way a man did. But it was okay. The earlier tickle climax was just a kind of starter; she didn't go off hard that way. It helped expand her cunt for the pelvic, spasming climaxes ahead.
She had told him she hadn't learned how to enjoy a real, deep orgasm until about a year before; now she seemed determined to make up for lost time. It gratified his ego that he could pop her nuts twice or three times at each session. John had never gone that far with her; he had decided that one big come was the end of her fuck.
It was very evident that John hadn't learned or mastered the old Art. He squirted too often. Well, that was his loss and Steve's gain. Steve had never met John's real wife, Anna. According to Tanya, Anna was a rather large, plump gal of twenty-eight, brown-haired, sensual, and big tittied. It had occurred to him to ask Tanya to bring Anna along some time. John didn't go for threesomes, and now he was spending most of his time with his young "bride."
Steve thought rather nostalgically of his first two "wives." It had been easy to talk the sisters into a threesome; they had some wild fuckouts. He always suspected that while he was away they sometimes screwed each other. Nice, sisterly incest. Well, a lot of piss had gone down the drain since then; he was after new pleasures.
"Isn't Anna getting her share of prick?" he said slyly.
"No! I've told her about you, lover. She won't squeak" Pump, pump, pump. Another rest. She was having her cunty kicks. "Ohhhhh, it's good today!"
"How do you and Anna get along, baby?" he murmured, squeezing her hardening tits.
"Great! I mean, we can talk and we can understand things...."
"Like sex, huh?"
Around and around and around. Her cunny flexed deliciously around his meat. She shuddered, pausing again, prolonging the pleasure.
"Yes, like sex!" she breathed.
"You ever consider having a party with Anna and me, sugar?"
"Ohhhh, I'd love it!" she panted, hunching very slowly. "I know I can talk her into it."
"Great!" he exclaimed. "We could meet down in the canyon."
"I've got a better idea, honey," she gasped, resting. "John is planning a trip south with his new girl. You could come over to the ranch house!"
"Now we're getting someplace," he said, smiling. He pushed his prick higher, jabbing the knob against the depths of her cunt.
"Ohhh-not yet, honey!" she pleaded.
He relaxed again. Shivering, she began to rotate her ass, with about four inches up in her sweet hole. He released his hold on her tits and she rubbed them across his chest; her mouth descended to his lips. They opened sensuously, her tongue stabbed, she moaned with joy. She loved to loss while he was fucking, and she was tall enough to manage it.
He caressed her waist, her sweetly contoured ass, the soft thigh flesh close to her cunny. Her tongue dives quickened, her cunt tightened on his pole. The hot coil of her probe in his mouth was the key to her passion; she was climbing the slope toward her blastoff.
"Ohhhhh-mmmm!" she moaned, tearing her mouth from his. Her hips began to lunge up and down with more erotic enthusiasm. He felt her cunt juices dribbling down around his nuts. Her nipples hardened in his hands, which were now busy on her tits. The bed creaked its rhythmic fuck song; hump, hump, hump-rest, rattle, rattle, zing-rest. Her eager panting was music in his ears. Now she was riding farther forward, he could feel her clit rubbing the topside of his fun pole.
"Ohhhhh, lover, it's been days and days!" she breathed as she fucked. "I heard John pouring the cock to his young pussy last night and I nearly died! Ohhhhh, it's building up real good! Ohhh, honey, I could ride your prick for hours! How can you keep it so hard so long? Ohh-Ohhhh-Ohhhh-it's coming, lover! It's starting to come. Ohhhh, sweet Jesus, I wanted it to last longer! Ohhhh-Ohhhh-look out! My cunt is going of!"
"Make it a big one, baby," he urged. He wasn't ready to shoot. He would hold back until her next big orgasm. "Come now, Tanya, come now!"
Her fierce wail of delight rang around the room; her ass became a land of bobbing suction cup, her cunt was tightening, relaxing, fluttering, clenching. Her head swung back, her pretty face twisted with the sweet agony of her cunt-spasms, and finally her pelvis churned its climax churns, wild and primitive. The sweet limber hunches of her agile butt, the clenching of her twat, gave him a deep thrill of victory. She was coming harder than usual. Her gun was shooting big, wide bullets! The pounding of his swollen glans at the core of her womanly need tested his skill, but he held. The waves of pleasure were rich, very rich.
She softened at last, panting her gratitude, Ohhhh, lover, it gets better every time! Go, go, go! What a man you are! You're the best fucking I ever had!"
Susy climbed mincingly down the chromed pool ladder, testing the water's temperature with the toes of her right foot. She knew the pool was heated to the proper temperature, but she had to make sure. A small sound turned her head. Suddenly she saw Dirk lounging in a deck chair, in the shade, and she almost fell forward into the water.
He had been watching her ever since she had left the house!
"Very pretty picture, Susy!" Dirk laughed.
'Isn't she a cutie, though?" Angie chimed in. "She doesn't know how to swim, Dirk. Are you going to be a good fellow and give her lessons?"
Susy shivered. Dirk looked so handsome and appealing in his swim trunks. She had never seen any man so dressed in real life; the TV set had given her only glimpses of nearly nude male figures. She had never been to a public beach or pool of any land. Harriet had told her that really nice girls didn't indulge in strenuous athletic feats. A nice girl stayed nice until she was married.
As Dirk rose to his feet and walked toward her, she felt a wave of giddiness. The curls of dark hair on his chest, the tanned expanses of male flesh, the strong legs and the look of interest in his dark, almost hungry eyes, sent naughty flutters through her being.
He's married to Carla! Why is he looking at me that way? Well, it made her feel good, more confident of her attractiveness. Glances couldn't kill. Men liked to look, even if they didn't touch. Men were basically polygamous; she hadn't read dozens of books on biology and kindred subjects for nothing. She was growing more and more curious about this sex thing. It was horrible to like being near a married man, but she couldn't help it. She was almost mesmerized.
"I like to give swimming lessons, Susy. Come on!" He ran to the rim of the pool and dived cleanly into the bluish water.
How can he give me swimming lessons without touching me? she wondered. Well, she had gone this far. She wasn't one to quit. She moved down into the pool, and the water helped to cool her agitated nerves. It also was a shield; she didn't feel exposed.
She waded until the water covered her body, up to the neck. Angie climbed down the ladder and jumped into the deep section. She swam toward Dirk and splashed water in his face as he came up for air.
"Water games, eh?" he laughed, reaching for Angie. She squealed as his hands appeared to find her, beneath the water. Susy was able to see a wavery outline of his right hand on one of Angie's haltered breasts!
She whispered something Susy couldn't hear, and he laughed again. She moved away, winking in a bold manner that shocked Susy. Why had he fondled her? Was Angie without shame? Again, Susy experienced an edge of fright. These two were so familiar with one another. Had Angie touched his body under the shielding liquid? How could they do this right in front of her?
"Don't mind us, honey," Angie said, smiling disarmingly at Susy. "It's all in fun!"
"Of course!" Dirk laughed, swimming toward Susy. "Angie tells me you don't know how to swim."
Susy nodded, flushing deeply. He was so close she felt the brush of his knee against her thigh. Naughty thrills raced along her body. She had never dated; Harriet had said she was too young to have any fellows, and now an older, married man was going to touch her; he would have to if this lesson business continued.
I should run, but I don't want to! she thought, dizzily. I like it! I can't hide in a shell. Angie is here. He won't really do anything wrong!
"Okay," Dirk said, soothingly. "I'll support you with my hands and you try kicking your legs and arms."
Her face was burning; she stood stiffly, fear and interest warring within her. Angie smiled encouragement.
Suddenly she felt his right hand on her naked belly; he lifted gently. His left hand touched her shoulders and she felt her body swing slowly into a horizontal position. She kept her head high. Her heart was pounding with excitement, and again she was grateful for the concealing water.
Angie demonstrated the kind of stroking movements for her arms. She splashed awkwardly, making her feel terribly embarrassed. Dirk murmured directions. But she hardly heard them, because his right hand was on the curve of her loins, moving between her thighs!
What a wonderful, cozy sensation! A man's fingers on the secret, soft pliancies of her crotch! Now his left hand was touching one of her breasts. Her fingers squeezed the thinly covered mound of flesh, playfully. Sweet shudders tumbled through her being. She tried to fight the sweep of naughty sensations, but they couldn't be resisted!
"Kick your legs, honey," Angie suggested. She must know where his hands were, and she wasn't protesting one little bit! Dirk's light, casual manner calmed her fright. Why not enjoy her "lessons"? Why be old-fashioned?
She flexed her thighs, lacking her feet. Now his fingers were moving inside her bikini panty! His left hand was working her mini-bra down, and in seconds his fingers were cupping a tingling breast!
"Isn't it fun to learn about swimming, honey?" Angie giggled.
Susy nodded, but she couldn't speak. Was thrilling to the caresses of a married man the kind of "fun" she should be having? No! But, oh, how deliciously and dangerously compelling! She gasped as a finger tickled her bare privates! The finger was now moving inside her vagina! Honeyed sensations curled through her pelvis, her bare nipple in his other hand began to stiffen and tingle!
"Oh, gosh!" she gasped, shivering. The seeking finger went deeper into her very, very intimate passage! As her legs moved, she found her hips curving downward. She loved the feel of his probe! Giddy thrills seized her loins. Her breath caught, she tried to stand straight in the water, but the caressing hands held her.
His fingers slid in and out, in and out! A very tender spot at the upper side of her vagina began to radiate even sharper thrills! She remembered suddenly how she had awakened a few times to find herself pushing her hips into the bed and the sweet warmth that had fanned out from her crotch. She remembered some of the naughty dreams of handsome men kissing her and fondling her body. She remembered the lusty quick thrusting of the dog's hips as he had pushed his penis into the female dog's vagina. She remembered her resolve to save her love for the very right man; but she couldn't resist responding to the honeyed sword inside her cove! Her hips moved in the primal rhythm!
At the same time she had to pretend that she was learning to swim! She couldn't let Angie know that Dirk was pressing her breasts and playing with her vagina. She kicked her legs and stroked awkwardly with her arms, her face burning, her loins aching with such a delicious thrilling need that she gasped for breath!
Oh, it was sneaky and awful and downright dirty to let a married man fondle her privates, her tenderest places, but how could she stop? She was in the grip of forces stronger than her will power, she was sweeping along a rose-bordered path to fulfillment, and a hundred horses couldn't hold back her passion!
"Ohhh, my gosh!" she cried, as the sweetness reached a dizzy culmination. Rich, prickly, sexy thrills roared through her body, cascading, into her pelvis. It was nectar and orange blossoms and forbiddenly tumultuous! It was tearing a hot pathway along her legs and stinging her virginal hole.
A kind of wrenching, beating slice of heaven gripped her being. She shuddered, her body stiffened and then the thrills twisted her pelvis with such sugary intensity she gasped and panted! She found her hips thrusting, thrusting, thrusting on his invading finger! Wave after wave of exquisite relief followed her peak of delight. She shuddered and went limp; his hands moved gently, his fingers left her bikini panty and in seconds she was standing upright in the water.
"You did fine for the first lesson, honey," Angie said, smiling.
"I-I need a rest, now!" Susy stuttered, turning and moving toward the ladder, her face flaming with shame and wonderment.
"We understand, baby," Dirk said, winking. He would keep her secret. He was so adorable! He had given her such sneaky pleasure!
J had my first sexual orgasm, Susy thought, dizzily, climbing the ladder, adjusting her halter and panty. And ohhh, I loved it! I don't care if he is married. What would Harriet think of me now?
CHAPTER FOUR
"You're a fast working sonofabitch, aren't you?" Angie laughed, seeing Susy duck into the house.
"Like taking candy from a baby," Dirk chuckled, making a pass at Angie under the water.
"Her eyes got as big as saucers!" Angie giggled, swerving her hips close so he could fondle her loins. "I wonder if she ever went off before?"
"I don't think so," Dirk grinned. "You should know, being a dame. How did you feel the first time you broke your cookies?"
"Oh, you filthy thing! Well, I was about her age. I heard the folks humping away in the next room and I ended up screwing my finger!"
"She's a very delicious young girl," Dirk smiled.
"Well, I hope you didn't break her maidenhead with your finger!"
"I'm not that crazy, baby. I'm going to take a lot of time with this. I'll have to do a lot of work on that pussy to make it big enough for my cock."
"Nice and snug, huh?" Angie giggled.
"Right!"
"I told you I'd find you a nice young virgin. But please don't be rough with her. Give her a good show. She's stuck on you. I saw that the minute she laid eyes on you. But she thinks she ought to be married and all that stuff before she puts out the pussy."
"Let me handle it," he smiled, confidently. "You can help, too. And Carla. She's had a taste of what a come is; she'll be panting for more!"
Angie giggled. "Why don't you bring some nice young fellow around so your wife and I can get a crack at a virgin."
I'll think about it," he said, pressing her cunny. She knew damned well that was all he would do, just think. After all, he was the stud, he was paying the bills. He was jealous of his leggy, redheaded wife. It was obvious she gave him something extra special, and Angie was determined to find out what it was.
Any day now, too. Hadn't he invited her to join in with them?
"When are we going to have our party, honey?" she breathed, caressing the lump in his swim trunks. "You and me and Carla?"
"What about tomorrow night?" he asked, banteringly.
She laughed. "I guess I can stand it!"
Susy entered her opulent bedroom and ran into the adjoining bath. She seized a towel and began to dry her body, her mind spinning.
What have I done? she asked herself, shivering. I let a married man fondle me and bring my first passion! I'm terrible! But he's so handsome and gentle with me. It was something that just had to happen!
The first time I saw him his eyes seemed to caress me right through my clothes. I didn't run. I accepted their proposition, I came to live with them. It doesn't seem quite as wrong as it did, at first. Why? Because I want more and more and more.
I know what it's all about now. I know why girls want to be fondled. He simply made it easy for me to experience an orgasm! Trust an older, married man to know how!
'Next time I wish he'd kiss me and say sweet words and things. Surely he won't go all the way. He must save his real love for his pretty wife. But what does Angie do for loving? She says she has no boyfriend; Dirk won't permit it while she lives with them.
She dropped the towel and looked at her image in the bathroom mirror. Her blue eyes were large with excitement, her breasts, in the thin mini-halter, were simply huge, and her whole body felt flushed and soothed, with a land of sweet ache lingering in her vagina.
But I committed a sin! I'll pay for it, I just know I will. Am I turning into a slut? How can I let myself be ga-ga over a mated man? Ohhh, I need help. I want to talk this out with Angle!
As if in answer to her need, she heard a faint tapping on her bedroom door. She ran to answer, and in a moment Angie was entering the bedroom. This time Susy paid less attention to Angie's near nakedness. After all, a swim suit was a swim suit.
"Why the big rush to leave the pool, honey?" Angie murmured, wiggling to the bed and sinking down on it.
Susy flushed. "Don't you-know?"
"Had a little fun, huh?" Angie laughed.
"Ohhhh, you're awful!" Susy cried, turning her head. "He-did things to me!"
"Well, honey, why not? I know how you've been raised. I was green, too, at your age. But let's face it. You want to know about sex when you get married, don't you?"
"Y-yes, but...."
"So Dirk happened to tickle you a little out in the pool. I know you liked it! All this moonlight and romance stuff is okay, but let me give you some good advice, honey. The Oriental women learn it at an early age. A man wants a good, hot, young girl who knows how to operate in the bedroom."
Susy's ears were roaring. She had never expected her own relative to say such things. Treating love like some kind of mechanical function!
"Wouldn't you rather learn from an experienced man than by some young goof in the back seat of a car? Dirk has been trained to pleasure women. You were raised in this area. A real man has several wives."
"Y-you mean ... T Susy gasped, dropping into a chair.
"Look, honey. You might as well know. Yes, I'm Dirk's second 'wife.' I love it! He has so much. Where could we find a better place to live? All the comforts and conveniences and no worries. And if you're worried about getting preg, forget it. Dirk is fixed; he can't get any woman in trouble. He has children, by a previous marriage; they live in Boise and are well cared for. He sees them now and then. Carla didn't want children. I tell you, it's all right! You aren't tied here, you know. Do you want to work as a miserable waitress or maid? I've done it, honey, and that's for the birds! This is the life for me."
Susy shivered. The truth was out. Dirk went to bed with Angie, and Carla. He wanted a real young "wife." A virgin.
Where were all her maidenly resolves to remain "pure" until her wedding night? Would she be a tramp to join Kirk's "harem"? Well, she had already taken the first step. Some of the early day Utah men had had as many as eight or ten wives! Those girls hadn't been tramps. Carla didn't look abused, and neither did Angie. They enjoyed it! But could she continue to let Dirk touch her and fondle her and know that he was doing the same for his real wife and Angie?
"Ohhhh, I'm so mixed up!" Susy wailed.
"Well, you think about it, honey," Angie said, rising. "And stop worrying. Enjoy life. I wish I'd had this kind of chance at your age. I know you're a bright girl with the books and things. Dirk said he was willing to bring tutors here for you, and later on you can go to a girls' school, if you want to. I think he's being very generous!"
"Well, I should say so!" Susy exclaimed. And she had to admit that the nagging fear of being "caught" was always at the back of any girl's mind. She didn't have to fret about that! She could have fun!
Angie walked to the bedroom door. "When you come down later, put on some nice clothes, Susy. You know, fix up a little. I bought some nice sweaters and skirts for you. Wear those new undies. Dirk wants his girls to look attractive and mod."
"All right," Susy said.
"And use more makeup, too. You're a lovely girl and you do want to be sexy, don't you?"
"Y-yes, of course," Susy answered.
Angie smiled. "That's the spirit!" She winked slyly. "And it was fun, out in the pool, wasn't it?"
Susy blushed. "Oh, you!"
"Later on, we'll have parties and things, and go to fun places like Reno and Las Vegas. I just know you're going to enjoy it here. I do, and I wouldn't be telling you all this if I didn't mean it!"
Dirk puffed contentedly on his cigar, part of a shipment he had picked up from a Canadian source. The smoke had come from Cuba. Dinner was over and he and his three women sat on the patio, enjoying the cool evening air. All three were provocatively dressed, including Susy. Angie had helped the young girl with her clothes and hair and makeup. His cock tingled every time he glanced at Susy.
She wore a shorty skirt and a snug jersey, smoky nylons and heels. Her full lips had been skillfully painted, eye shadow emphasized the bigness of her deep blue eyes, her blonde hair was shaped sexily around her shoulders. Another gold star for Angie.
The older woman he hired regularly to prepare the larger meals had gone back to town, and Carla had served after-dinner drinks. Technically, it was his real wife's night for funning, but with the big threesome coming up the following evening, he had decided to preserve his energies. It was time to bring Susy more closely into the "family."
"How was your trip into town, honey?" Dirk asked Carla. She was sprawled in a padded deck chair, her miniskirt halfway to her ass, white thigh flesh showing above the webbing of her nylons. Her slashed blouse accented the juttiness of her hard, high tits.
"Oh, good, darling! I went to that new movie everybody is talking about. Very sexy!"
"Well, tell us about it, honey," Angie giggled. She sat directly across from Dirk; under her shorty skirt he could catch glimpses of her panned cunt framed provocatively by a frilly mini-slip. Her big tits strained at her blouse. Carla knew, of course, that he had serviced Angie that afternoon.
Susy sat demurely at Dirk's left, trying to keep her miniskirt from sliding back along her lush, young thighs. The sweet pout of her titties under the jersey kept his cock interested.
Jesus, what a sweet, young bundle of fluff! he thought, lazily. I got her cute fun-gun off out in the pool and she ate it up, man! I'm sure now that was her first come! She'll be dying for more. She's got that dreamy light in her big, blue eyes. I touched her maidenhead, I brought her clit out good and stiff.
Next time I want to eat it. I want to get my chompers on those sweet, virginal tits. I'll turn her into a real swinger and one of these fine days I'll break that cherry with my cock! Sonofabitch!
I wish now I hadn't shot a wad up in Angie's cunt, but she needs a blast once in a while. Do we have to wait until tomorrow night? Shit, I suppose so. I'll try to get Susy alone after a while and trip her trigger a couple of times. She's going for it; she's going for the deal; she's not running out on me. Great!
"The close-ups were real interesting," Carla laughed, lighting a cigarette. "The hero was out in this boat with a young blonde and an older brunette. The film actually showed the guy playing with the blonde's titties, and his tongue sliding in and out of her mouth...."
Susy felt a sweep of naughty pleasure between her thighs. She had tasted her first cocktail before dinner, she had finally finished it, and the rich food had served to heighten her enjoyment. The casual conversation during the meal, the sly innuendos about "fun" and the two stories Carla had heard in town were positively filthy! The idea of a happily married girl telling such dirty things had shocked Susy. But, strangely, she had found herself joining in the laughter. She was determined, now, to be "in." Angie was practical.
This kind of living was exciting!
"I think you're shocking Susy," Angie laughed, wiggling her bottom in the chair. The way she was sitting, with her thighs apart, it was obvious Dirk could see all the way to her panties!
"What's a little kissing between friends?" Carla giggled. She glanced at Susy. "You've been in a few back seats, haven't you, honey?"
"N-no!" Susy stuttered. , The other three laughed.
"Aunt Harriet wouldn't let her out of the house," Angie said. She sighed. "Ohhh, hell! I'm kind of pooped. I think I'll turn in early."
"What'd you do today, honey?" Carla giggled. "Go riding?"
"Yes, but I didn't go near the stable," Angie laughed. She rose from the chair and walked toward the living room entrance.
Susy felt her cheeks turn even warmer. Was Carla going inside, too? Was the wife going to leave her husband out in the shadows with the new young girl? Susy shuddered. A look passed between Carla and Dirk, and it was going to happen. The pretty redhead stood up and stretched.
"I bought some new undies, honey," she said to Dirk. "I think I'll go in, too. I'll show you the stuff when you come to bed."
Don't leave now! Susy wanted to shout. But why was her heart hammering and why was her crotch tingling with anticipation?
I'm looking forward to it," Dirk smiled, winking at Carla.
She twitched her slender, rounded bottom, giggled, and walked into the house, out of sight.
"Be good, you two," she called back.
"Always kidding," Dirk said, easily. "I hope we're not being too outspoken, Susy."
"N-no, it's all right," Susy muttered.
She watched him put his cigar aside and rise to his feet. He stretched, cat-like. Susy was pleased with the subdued lighting; her cheeks were burning. Her fingers trembled on the chair arms.
"Do you like it here, cutie?" he asked, casually. His dark eyes seemed to have a kind of inner flame.
"Well, yes!" she exclaimed. I've never had a boy friend, I've never been kissed by a man, but he's had his hands on me, and I want them there again, and again!
Did he put something in that drink? I'm all shaky and warm inside. That sexy conversation was too much! Poor Harriet! She had never lived; she didn't know what the world was really like. Sex could be a fun thing, it didn't have to be all tied up in pink ribbons, did it?
Men went to whore houses for relief, but where did nice girls go? In this area they found a "situation" with a considerate man. Love could happen later. She was too young to marry, anyway!
He moved in front of her, catching her hand, drawing her to her feet.
"Don't be bashful, Susy," he said, soothingly. I'm not going to bite you."
She trembled as his fingers tightened on her hand.
"You look very pretty tonight," he smiled. "Have you got a little kiss for me?"
She nodded, aching to have his hands on her body. She was warm and tingly inside, the memory of the thing in the swimming pool whirled excitingly in her mind. The after dinner drink seemed to flame that place between her thighs; the thin, thin pink panties she wore seemed too tight against her pussy curve.
His arms slipped around her waist, almost as if they belonged there; his head lowered, she saw the handsome planes of his face, his mouth opening, and a wild shudder seized her. A lass! A real mouth-to-mouth closeness that would bring more thrills. She needed loving. She was starved for a man's touches; she was dressed for fun, so why not have it?
His mouth settled on her lips, his arms tightened around her waist, and the spread of her eager mouth-flesh under his virile pressure filled her with tingly wonder. He was so gentle and persuasive, so totally male! She didn't care who he was married to; he wanted her youth, her freshness, her virginal charms.
Even if he made out with her she had nothing to fear! Angie was right!
Suddenly she found her arms around his shoulders, she was softening, yielding, engulfed in a sexy, naughty dream.
I'm easy, but I don't care! I need another orgasm. I loved it, loved it! I want his fingers up inside my vagina! I need a penis, too! I'm all hot down there, I can feel wetness in my panties!
She trembled, her lips seemed to turn even warmer, they had a sensuous clinginess, they were responding to his maleness. He rolled his mouth excitingly against her flaming lips, she felt her hips curving towards his hips, and as her passion climbed she felt the hot tip of his tongue worming into her throat!
Ohhhh, it was luscious! It wasn't like watching people kiss on TV, or reading about how it was done; this was real, live, in full color! His tongue was moving in and out, as his finger had slipped in and out, in and out, during her swimming "lesson."
It was comforting to know that a really mature and appealing man found her sexy enough to do this sexy thing for her. He had two other women, but now she was receiving his ardor. She trembled and her lips fluttered beneath his. His own tongue seemed to know how to stab back!
Ohhhh, it's almost as if he was kissing me between the legs! she thought, dirtily. I know some men do it! Will he want to do it, for ME? Ohhhhh, I'm burning all over!
She found herself being moved gently to a wide, padded chaise lounge; she was sinking down on it, he was still kissing her, nibbling at her eager lips, his hands now growing bolder. Fingers touched her thighs, above the tops of her nylons; she spread her legs, craving his caresses!
His mouth lifted, at last. "Delicious, curie!"
"Ohhh, Dirk!" she breathed, feeling his hand crawl along her tender thigh flesh.
"Tell me how good it feels," he whispered, into her lips. "Did you like that ... out in the pool?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Ever have anything like that before, sweet?"
"No!" His finger touched her pussy, and she shuddered again. "Quite a thrill, huh?"
"Yes, yes!" she panted. "You shouldn't have!" He chuckled. "You're so sexy I couldn't resist."
"Am I, really?"
"Very sexy, Susy! Come on, tell me how this feels?" His finger was moving up and down on her slit.
"B-but I can't!" she wailed, shivering. Her hips were curving toward his seeking, exploring hand.
"I like it when a girl tells me about it," he breathed, biting her lower Hp. "Don't you know the words?"
"I-I guess not," she breathed, as the sweet longing burned through her pelvis. Now his palm was pressing her vagina, the honey seemed to be dripping from her achy hole.
"You've got a very cute, tight pussy, honey," he murmured. Suddenly she felt his fingers moving inside her panty, onto the puffy flesh! The stinging contact was even sweeter than it had been out in the water!
"I love what you're doing!" she gasped.
"Wen, move your hips," he suggested. "Hunch up!"
Her pelvis came unhinged; she knew what he meant. And just as she tipped her curve higher, his finger slid juicily into her sweet-hole!
"OHHH!" she panted.
In and out, in and out! Her hips were moving as his finger moved. The sweetness was gathering, the heaven was drawing nearer! Almost, and oh, almost! Nothing else mattered now but the quick delight!
"OHH, Dirk!" she cried, quaking.
"When you make it, say, I'm coming,'" he urged. But his suggestion was lost in the wash of her bursting passion. She shuddered and humped wildly on his finger, and the swift stabs of joy swept up to her aching breasts and down to her toes and back up to her pulsing pussy! She wailed fiercely, she felt the crazy wiggling of the chaise lounge as the sexy, wanted, long-awaited thing happened in her pelvis. That small zone at the top of her slit seemed to explode! She writhed and panted and hugged him tightly. The dream excitement lasted and lasted and lasted!
CHAPTER FIVE
Steve Angus, peering through a hole in the pool fencing, cursed under his breath.
That sonofabitch has got his finger in Susy's cunt already, Angus thought. He's making her come! I'll bet he filled her with gin and pep pills. He'll turn her into a tramp! Why the hell did he have to get one so young?
As Susy's wail of pleasure drifted to his ears, Steve jerked his eye from the peephole and walked back toward the bam and his bungalow He couldn't bear to watch any longer. Deflowering a dainty, fresh blonde was great work if a man could get it, and Steve had had his share. The trouble was, he wanted more of it!
Steve's only consolation was the fact that he knew about the size of Dirk's cock, and it would be very doubtful if Dirk could actually fuck her until he had worked on it a few weeks. Steve had experienced the same difficulty the first time he had bedded his first wife's younger sister. He had sucked and played with her virginal cunt for almost a month before he had broken her hymen. Hurrying was no good, anyway. He simply envied Dirk this pleasant chore, because Susy was special. She had everything, man.
I've got to get some of that, he thought. It's a dirty shame that that fucking egotistical bastard gets so much gravy! If Susy would ever come out to the stable we might get acquainted.
Susy rested limply on the shadowy chaise lounge. Dirk was having a cigarette. After her orgasm he appeared to want to rest awhile. He was so casual about it! Didn't he want to take his pants down and put his penis in her pussy?
How awful I am! she thought, guiltily. And how dirty he is! How can I tell him about the sensations? Does that make it sexier for him? Do Carla and Angie say dirty words while he's playing around with them? Do they perform orgies? What kind of place is this?
Pangs of shame gathered in her being. "Y-you don't care for me!" she said. "You just want my body!"
He turned, tossing his cigarette into the darkness. "Susy, you've got it all wrong, baby! I do care for you."
His arms went around her and she couldn't resist She leaned against him, shivering with rewarding desire.
"You're the best looking girl I ever saw!" he continued, his right hand lifting to her bulging jersey. "You're so young and fresh and sexy!"
She trembled and held her mouth up. She was trapped, she knew it, but she couldn't pull away. This new thing was bigger than she was.
"I'll do the things you want me to do, Dirk."
"Now, that's better!" he exclaimed. "You're starting to swing."
Dirk smiled into the shadows, inhaling the delicate aroma of perfume that Angie had dabbed on Susy's body. He tested the resiliency of a tittie, and brought his mouth back down to her lips. He insisted that his women be immaculate, and provocatively dressed.
The very young ones and the old ones are the easiest, he thought, his cock throbbing. Like plucking ripe fruit. She's got a beautiful set of knockers and a sweet smelling, fresh young cunt; very snug! After finger-fucking her he had sniffed at his hand to catch her twat odors. Delicious!
Her lips were learning how to kiss. Again her hands slid around his neck, she trembled as he lifted the jersey and caressed her bare belly flesh. He would play the role of an average considerate lover until he had her well hooked on sex; then he would begin his campaign to make her like Carla, totally uninhibited. Hell, she might learn faster than Angie! The plump brunette still was rather cautious; he couldn't torture her enough to really enjoy her.
Susy was like fresh putty; he could mold her any way he chose.
He teased her with his fingers and mouth and tongue until she was panting again. Then drew his lips from hers.
"Now, take off your jersey, cutie," he said, encouragingly. "I want to see your titties."
"R-right out here?" she gasped.
"We're all alone, baby," he murmured.
She nodded and began to lift the thin jersey over her head. The bra, which he had asked Angie to lay out for his new young cunt, was sheer, bright pink, and lace trimmed.
It was almost like the bikini halter, but thinner and sexier. He was something of an underwear fetishist; a covered cunt or tit was sometimes more appealing than a bare one. Decorations did count, in his book. Carla had drawers full of colored, fancy nighties, negligees, bra and panty ensembles.
"Very good!" he exclaimed.
She trembled and her hands lifted as if to cover her breasts.
"Hell, arch them out, cutler he urged. "Stretch the bra."
"L-like this?" she stuttered, bringing her shoulders back.
"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Don't be bashful."
Even in the shadows he read the hunger in her eyes; she wanted another orgasm, but she was going to wait for the next one!
"Now stand up and take off your skirt and slip, Susy."
"Oh, you!" she giggled.
She moved from the chaise lounge, posing in front of him while she lowered the miniskirt and slip. She wore no garter belt; the smoky nylons were webbed at the tops to keep them high on her thighs.
"Now, that's sexy," he chuckled, admiring the sweet contours of her body, the generous hips, the narrow waist and the amazing jut of her tits inside the mini-bra. "Wiggle around for me. Give me a good show and I'll let you play with my prick!"
Susy, already burning for more pleasure, looked down at her figure and realized that she now looked like a pin-up; her heels made her legs look overly long, he could see every line of her pussy and titties! How delectably naughty and sensuous she felt! He loved to stare at her charms and she liked it! It was fun to be almost naked in front of him. She had imagined doing something like this after she was married, but why should she wait years and years? This was the now generation!
Ohhh, I've never seen a penis! I want to look at his, and hold it and fondle it! I want to do everything!
He wasn't rushing at her or grabbing. He sat there rather indolently, the crotch of his trousers showing a sexy bulge. If he had gone to bed with Angie that afternoon, how could he want more sex, now? But he did. He must have all kinds of strength!
"Should I move like this?" Susy asked, weaving her hips.
"Yeah, but put some oomph into it; act like you're fucking!"
Shock waves ran pell-mell through her being. Fuck. The dirty word she had never let herself consider, and now he was saying it. But she had never fucked. How could she act it out?
She remembered the movements of her hips out in the pool, the unhunching she had naughtily executed just a while earlier, when the flood of sweet sex had washed through her loins.
She spread her legs and hunched. She pushed her titties out, she waved her shoulders. Her nipples were stinging, her pussy was turning very wet. All of this was terribly dirty, but oh, it was fun!
"Terrific!" he laughed. "You're a natural! Now, slow it down and turn around and let me see you wiggle your pretty ass."
Jeeesus, what a cute, rounded butt! Her hips had a limberness that few girls of any age possessed. The flip and twist of her hips was enough to make his mouth water and his cock rise to full attention.
She was starting to breathe faster; the movements were heating her sex griddle. She turned to face him again, mincingly coming closer. He could see the cuntjuice leaking through her panties, her nipples were poking at the bra's snug cling.
Ohhhh, I think I could almost have it this way! she thought, dizzily. Now I know what "turning on" means. When I finish the next time he wants me to tell him about it! He wants me to say "I'm coming!" How dirty he is! But I love it!
She watched his right hand move to his loins, he ran the zipper down, reached inside and brought his penis out. Too much!
"Ohhhh!" she cried, startled. It must be a good foot long!
He smiled and raised his hips higher. The shaft of maleness was so big and long she couldn't believe her senses.
"You think your cute pussy will ever fit around this, honey?" he murmured.
The vision of his sex, the suggestion in his words, the weave of her hips in coital thrusting, brought a sudden, breathtaking height of sensation! The tingling in her pussy became a stinging, burning joy. Her hips jerked, she fucked and fucked, and then the heaven came roaring and tumbling through her loins, in a rich, steady, throbbing stream! She was having another orgasm.
"Baby!" he muttered, surprised.
"Ohhhh!" she panted, almost losing her balance.
"Say it, baby, say it!" he cried, loudly.
"Ohhh, Dirk! Ohhh-Ohhhh-I'm coming!" she shouted, fiercely.
As the sweet throbs racked her loins, she tumbled onto the chaise lounge and mashed her body close to his. Her hips curved and curved and the last quaky thrills brought a deep moan of relief from her lips.
"That's very good, baby," he said, patting her shoulder.
She stared at his huge phallus, drinking in the wonder of it, afraid to touch it unless he asked her to. Now she could imagine that tool sliding sexily into Carla's pussy, and she moaned with anticipation.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she panted, reaching for his cock, uninvited.
He chuckled and moved to his feet, out of her reach. "That's enough for the first night, Susy. Little by little! Next time I'll do more than just play with your cunt!"
He pushed his shaft back inside his trousers and walked into the house. In a moment she was absolutely alone.
She stretched out on the lounge, her head pillowed by foam cushions. Her hips still wanted to make fuck motions! But she did feel a need for rest, relaxation, after the tumult of her swift, sweet peak. She had expected to spend hours and hours with him-and now he would probably get in bed with Carla and give her his passion!
What a strange initiation into the mysteries of sexf Why didn't he want to finish with her? Because she was too young and green! He had two girls who knew the ins and outs. He was taking her, as he had said, little by little. She should be grateful! Beyond a doubt that huge wonderful staff would hurt her when he pushed it in her cunt. Okay, she could wait She could learn. She knew what it was like to have a man bring her passion!
Ohhhh, it was so jazzy and wonderful, I can hardly wait until next time! I want to be played with and fucked! I want to hold his prick and put it in my mouth! I want his lips on my cunt. Just wait, I'll show him how sexy a girl can be!
Dirk felt disappointment as he climbed the stairway to the big boudoir he shared with Carla. He hadn't expected her to go off again so suddenly. He had intended to tease her for a while before letting her break her nuts-but it was so new for her, so startlingly novel and erotic, he knew he had better take it slow and easy.
Fiddling around with her, seeing her ripe young body, had put a sharp hardness in his cock. It needed the feel of warm pussy flesh. Or the clinging suck of a knowing mouth. He wouldn't risk another spurt of juice. He could easily do it, but then he wouldn't be razor sharp for the following night.
Entering the big, luxurious bedroom, he saw Carla seated in front of the vanity, examining her face. She wore a very sheer green nightie. She turned her head and smiled.
"Satisfy your curiosity, darling?" she laughed.
"Right," he chuckled. "She's a virgin, all right. Fine responses. She's learning!"
"Didn't you take her cherry?" Carla teased. She left the vanity and wiggled toward him, her high, pointed tits indenting the sheer, filmy bodice of the shorty nightie.
"You know better than that, baby," he laughed. "Remember how I got yours? You were pretty naive, too. I allowed myself two weeks to get your cunt all ready for the big stab."
"m say I remember!" she laughed. "I thought you had something against real fucking! But those two weeks were a ball. Go, go, go! I kept track of the times you got me off-before you broke my cherry. Know how many?"
He laughed and shook his head.
"Two weeks, thirty-six comes!" she giggled, twitching her slender hips.
"Was that first big blast in your cunt worth waiting for, baby?"
"Of course, you horrible thing. I thought your cock was clear up in my throat!" They both laughed.
He circled her pliant waist with his arms. She tipped her cunt inward, flattening it against his cockbulge.
"Let me take it down for you, darling," she whispered, pushing her tongue out between her carmine lips. "Susy made it real big!"
"Well see," he said, banteringly. "Are you sure it's okay for tomorrow night, the threesome?"
"Angie and I have been wondering when you were going to ask!"
"Shit, I didn't think she was quite ready."
Carla giggled. "Maybe you don't know everything about dames, after all, darling."
He pinched her assflesh. "Don't do that unless you're going to make me come, honey," she gurgled.
"Do you want one, baby?"
"A light one, for good sleeping. Please?"
"Okay, you can take it down. But I won't come."
"I don't want you to go off, darling. Angie and I need you in top form tomorrow night."
He chuckled. He released her and began to undress. She walked to the bed, pulling the covers back. While she prepared the pillows for a comfortable, relaxing go-off, she asked:
"Does Susy have a good tight pussy?"
"Very small! I'm going to have to really stretch it before I plow it in."
She laughed. "I know what you're thinking. Before long you'll have all three of us in on a party."
"Naturally. I expect you and Angie to break the news to Susy, easy like. She's coming around in fine shape. Good, limber ass. She comes good for her age. But I don't want to shock her, either."
"Well, I learned fast, didn't I? I love it when you hurt me just when I go off!"
He was naked now. Her nightie was gone; she was poised on her hands and knees, her tongue restless.
"Sixty-nine, darling?" she asked, staring at his rigid, wet-knobbed cock. "Or do you want to finger me off?"
He strolled to the bed and stretched out, face up. Instantly her head was above his loins, her mouth was opening for his prickhead. Her ass was canted around at his right, so he could play with her cunt. He tickled the soft flesh of her long, tapered thighs; she spread them eagerly, tipping her twat into a favorable position. He had coached her well. Her lips came gently, softly around his cockhead, her tongue flicked sensuously across it.
He toyed with the red-bushed hole, rolling her mature clitoris. Her cunt was very drippy. Talking sexy charged her batteries. She shuddered and hunched against his hand. Her head went slowly up and down, up and down; she was taking his meat deep into her throat. She loved to eat cock; she was already shuddering and moaning with anticipation.
She was a very beautiful, sexy, leggy girl who had to have her comes at least three times a week. She knew how to talk, how to act, how to dress. She was broadminded about letting another girl, Angie, share the favors. He was really a very lucky sonofabitch.
Was he making a mistake, bringing these two cunts together in a threesome? The idea of Lesbianism was against all his upbringing. He didn't want them fucking each other when his back was turned. They were both malemeat lovers. It would be all right. It would give him a chance to turn Angie into a real swinger. She would love getting it up the ass and experiencing some pain along with her pleasure. She would learn what a really prolonged piece of nuts really was.
"Easy, baby," he said.
Carla's mouth lifted from his prick. He would be all right now until the following night. As tempting as her cunt was, he decided to finger it instead of diving his tongue in it A clit orgasm was all she needed this time.
"Ohhhh, bring it now, honey!" she panted, wiggling her ass.
He tweaked her clitoris and pinched it gently. She shuddered, her long legs twitched, her breath sucked in.
"Ohhhh, my cunt's coming, darling!" she wailed, knowing the words he liked to hear. "Ohhhh, it hurts good! Ohhhh, my gun is shooting! Ohhhh, shit, fuck, damn! I've waited and waited for it and now it's coming! Ohhhhh-come, come, come, come!"
He smiled as he felt the quick flutter of her cunt lips on his fingers. Her ass hunched and hunched. She rode it through, moaning her delight, rotating her butt slowly as the fade-away shivers calmed her sex hungers.
She sighed and softened. His hand dropped from her drippy hole. She swung around and sank down at his right, whispering her thanks.
"I can sleep good now, darling! Your hand knows just how to make my cunt go bang, bang, bang!"
He chuckled, his cock shrinking. "Wait till tomorrow night, baby. It's going to go big, big, big!"
"Mmmmmm. I can hardly wait!"
CHAPTER SIX
Susy entered her bedroom and left the door unlocked, in the hope that Dirk might change his mind. She still wore what she had down on the patio. She tossed her skirt and slip and jersey on the bed and turned to look at herself in the vanity mirror.
Her lipstick was smeared, her cheeks were flushed, her lips felt puffy, and she decided that she did look sexy in bra and panties, long dark hose and high heels.
So many new ideas and words and emotions were tumbling through her being she could hardly think straight!
He made me do it two more wonderful times! she thought, shivering. I'm learning a whole new vocabulary, and I like it. Cunt and pussy and fuck and come. Ohhh, it's dirty but it's horribly sexy, tool I saw his great big penis and I almost fainted!
But why didn't he go ahead and at least try to fuck me?
She was still a virgin, but she was learning how to have sexy fun! "Little by little," he had said. Surely he did more than just kiss and look and feel around with Angie and Carla. They were older, experienced. Dirk was evidently planning to break in his new young girl very slowly, in stages. She began to appreciate his consideration. After all, a lot had happened in one day! His prick was so big that perhaps she couldn't take it up her pussy!
She realized that she was still eager, still aroused. The crotch of her panties was wet, her vagina ached for more touches, her mini-bra was very tight around her breasts. No, call them titties!
She weaved her bottom, as she had a while earlier. She made fuck motions. She spread her legs and imagined he was in front of her, tickling her cunt. She pushed her titties out, drawing her shoulders back. Ohhhh, even this was fun, doing it alone!
She had read enough to know that boys masturbated, and that girls did, too, sometimes. But nice girls kept their hands away from their bodies except for the ordinary casual necessities. Now, the idea didn't seem so un-nice. Harriet be damned! Piss on her old-fashioned ideas! She was learning how to have fun, fun, fun!
He likes me. He said I was pretty and sexy! That's what a girl loves to hear from a man! Ohhhh, I wish he'd come in here right now and make me come again! I'm awful, hut I fust can't help it! I'm crazy about him, I'm already jealous of Carla and Angie.
She wiggled her bottom again, feeling the sweet yearning build in her loins. Well, he was probably in bed with his pretty redheaded wife, giving her his prick She wouldn't see him again until the next day. And she couldn't wait that long!
Running quickly to the door, she locked it and returned to face the mirror. She was curious now; she wanted to see what her breasts looked like when she was aroused. She wanted to look at her tingling girl thing, her pussy. Shivering, she lowered the pink, lacy panty and slid it down her legs. She straightened, staring. Her curve was swollen, puffed out. The curly blonde hair was parted and her slit, revealing her pink inner folds. The lips were moist, and right at the top of her crevice a tiny pink tip stood out stiffly. Her girl pecker! Her clitoris.
She had looked at diagrams in books, she knew where everything was located, but seeing her pussy all drippy and expanded was awfully exciting! He had played with it and he had made her come. Ohhh, that was such a graphic word. The pleasure did c-o-m-e. It came up her legs and down her mouth and titties and exploded delectably in her cunt. She was seeing her body in a totally new way. It was now an instrument of pleasure! She was losing her shame. She was learning how to swing!
I know how his fingers moved on my crotch. Why can't I do the same thing? I can fondle my own titties, too. He was mean to leave me that way. I want to come again, and again! I can't get enough of it!
She reached up and unhooked her bra. Oh, it felt good to have her titties free. They were all swollen, too. Her nipples were hard and expanded, tiny rosebuds on the creamy mounds of white, tender flesh. If her breasts grew any more she would need a D-cup. Ohhh, how wonderful it was to have his hands on them!
Impulsively, she reached upward and cradled a breast in each palm. Her fingers moved, pressed, tickled! Sweet stings raced down to her crotch; she found her hips hunching.
It wasn't as exciting as before, it didn't feel so wild, but her need was so strong she she knew she had to try to have an orgasm.
She retreated until her naked bottom touched the edge of the bed. She sank down on it. She could still see herself in the mirror. She opened her thighs wide so she could have a clear view of her cunt. Her right hand dropped between her legs, her left hand stayed on her titties.
She opened the lips of her cunt and pushed a finger inside! Dreamy! She hunched slowly. Double dreamy! That forbidden, secret vale of girl flesh could be teased and tickled her own way! She touched the tiny, pink button, her clitoris, her girl prick, and she gasped as the tingly waves of pleasure radiated through her pelvis.
He won't give me another come, so I'll have one anyway! Oh, ohh, it's getting better and better!
Her hips moved in the primal rhythm. Oh, fuck, fuck and fuck, fuck! Fingerfuck, play fuck! I love that word. That's what it's all about.
Her hand squeezed her tit flesh, her finger danced on her tender cunt nubbin. Faster, faster! She panted and shivered with anticipation. He wanted her to talk sexy, did he? Okay! Next time I'll show him how to do it! I'll say, ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck my cunt, honey! Put your mouth on my cunt and run your tongue in my hole. Eat my cunt! Fuck my cunt with your big, hard prick! Let me suck your meat, honey. Make me come, come, come!
She flopped back on the bed, shuddering wildly as the sharp waves of cunty joy rocked her loins. She yelled. I'm coming, honey!"
The quick movements of her ass, her uphunches, shook the bed, her heels pounded the carpet. She felt the sweet, hot flow of juices from her shivery hole. Her cunt, shaking against her palm, seemed twice as large as before. She remembered suddenly the appearance of the bitch dog's hole before the male had driven his knobbed prick up inside. It, too, had been all wet and puffy.
I'm a bitch in heat and I'm having my fun, fun, fun! I wonder if female dogs come this way? Ohhhh, I don't care! I'm coming, and that's the big thing. When is he going to drive his prick up in my eager cunt and let me have his virile juices? Ohhhhh, I can hardly wait! My cherry is up in there. I want it broken! I want prick! I never wanted anything so badly in my whole life!
She panted and rested. How sweet it was! She could have this any time she wanted it. But it wasn't like having Dirk do it. Coming with him was much deeper and juicier! It was right to let a virile man give her pleasure. This was wrong, very wrong.
She jerked her hands from her body. She would wait until he did it for her. This was cheating. It might even make her next thing with Dirk less enjoyable, and she couldn't have that!
The next morning, after a late breakfast, Susy decided to go horseback riding. Angie told her how to dress, and now she wore stretchy blue riding pants, a white blouse and mini-undies. Her blonde hair was down below her shoulders, she had put on the land of makeup that Dirk liked, although she hadn't seen him, yet. He had been sleeping in. She hadn't been on a horse for many years; she liked to ride and now she could do all of it she cared to. Fun!
As she walked toward the barn and stable, she saw Old Angus leave his bungalow.
"Well, good morning, Miss!" he said, pleasantly.
His eyes roved caressingly up and down her figure, and she felt deliciously flattered. Old or not, he seemed to appreciate feminine charms. Actually, to her, he didn't have the air or manner of an old person. When they were inside the stable, with its oaty and familiar odors, he removed his glasses. Well, he certainly looked younger. His shoulders didn't slump, as she remembered they had the first time she had seen him, at a distance, and there was a look in his eyes that really was very naughty and sexy.
But I'm Dirk's girl, she reminded herself. I'm his young "bride," and I love what he does to me!
Why was she attracted, drawn to this man named Angus? A father image? Was Angus his first or last name? And, although his trousers were rather loose, there was a very large and sexy bulge underneath! She flushed and directed her attention to the horses.
Dirk is old enough to be my father, and Angus must be at least fifty! I guess this sex thing is so new for me I look at men in a different way! Will I stare at every man's crotch from now on? Will I wonder what's inside their pants? How could I even consider a man Angus' age in a sexy way? I guess I need more and more and more!
"Here's a nice gentle mare, Miss," Angus said, leading her to a nearby stall.
"Oh, call me Susy," she said, feeling very much at ease around him. "What's your real name. I hate 'Old Angus.'"
He laughed, showing strong even teeth. He wasn't handsome, like Dirk, he had a rugged virility that made her shiver inside.
"Don't tell the others, or say it around them," he said. I'm Steve Angus. I'm afraid I couldn't work for Dirk if he knew my real age."
She nodded. "I think I understand."
He knows I'm the new "bride," she thought, guiltily. Now I feel ashamed! He must think I'm a cheap little bitch!
"You're a very attractive young girl," he said, winking. "And don't tell Dirk I said so."
"I promise," she laughed. Gosh, he was easy to talk to! She stuttered too much in Dirk's presence. There was always tension inside her. He was wealthy and influential; perhaps she was slightly awed by him. But, oh, what wonderful hands he had!
"Could I ride a gelding?" she asked, and wondered why.
He smiled and they walked along farther. She realized that she would really rather ride a stallion, but she knew better. They were hard to control. He told her to wait outside; he would saddle the horse and get it ready for her.
Pausing outside the stable, she looked at the heavily built fence that guarded one of the stallions. The animal, head held high, was watching her. Her attention was drawn to his prick, which was brazenly out of its sheath. Its dark, virile length made her shiver. She wished sluttily that she could watch him mount a mare. The thought of that huge phallus sliding into a mare's cunt was horribly sexy.
The stallion whinnied and stamped its front feet in the corral floor. It's prick was enlarging! Was one of the mares in the barn in heat? The stallion's nostrils were flared, his head perked from side to side. Her cheeks turned hot as she stared at the enormous horse prick, at the swollen knob.
Just then Steve came out of the bam leading a fine looking roan, and she knew he had caught her ogling the stallion. The stud whinnied again, raring its forefeet against the stout fencing.
"Better be on your way, Susy," he said, smiling
"I'm not that dumb," she laughed. "I've been around horses before."
"A neighbor brought a mare over...." he said, and stopped.
"Let me watch!" she exclaimed.
"Dirk sure as hell wouldn't like it," Steve muttered.
"Oh, he's still in bed." She realized suddenly how the words sounded, and she flushed, deeply. "Okay, I'm sorry! I'll leave!"
"All right, Susy. I guess you're grown up." The sly innuendo in his voice deepened her flush. He turned and led the saddled gelding back into the stable. In a moment he returned with another horse, obviously the mare in heat. The stallion reared on his hind legs; he could smell the other's readiness.
I lied, she thought. I've been around horses, but I've never seen a stud fuck a mare. I want to! Mmmmm!
Steve led the mare to a large, empty corral that adjoined the stallion's quarters. He closed the gate on the mare and then opened another gate that let the stud in with waiting mare. Steve returned to the place Susy had picked for viewing.
"It didn't take the last time," Steve said, trying to pick the right words. "Usually Prince doesn't miss."
Susy giggled. "I'm not that naive."
"Still want to watch, huh?"
"Well, it's all perfectly natural, isn't it?" Easy enough to be halfway objective about a couple of animals. Sex between humans was much more intimate and explosive! Most of the time it was just for fun, not breeding. Dirk was sterilized, so he couldn't breed. She wondered idly if Steve had had his "wires" cut.
The horses were circling, stamping their feet, whinnying loudly. Prince made a passing sniff at the mare's rump and started to mount. The mare turned away, ran off.
She's teasing him, Susy thought. She wants it, but not for a while. Oh, my pussy is getting wet! My titties are getting larger! This is horribly exciting!
Now the mare, tail raised, halted right in front of where Steve and Susy were standing. Prince saw his chance. He reared upward again, the mare's back humped, the stud's huge prick flashed wetly in the bright daylight; then it was sliding, sliding, into the eager cunt!
Prince bucked wildly, both horses made loud, fierce noises, the stud's rump quivered and obviously he was shooting his juice! He hunched a few more times and dropped to all fours, his tremendous pole head dripping gobs of come, white and creamy.
The sight of it sent shudders through Susy's loins. Her cheeks were aflame, her whole crotch ached with unrequited longing!
"I guess I'll take that ride, now," she said, her voice shaky. As she walked back toward the stable, ahead of Steve, the rub of her slacked thighs, the movements of her ass, heightened her thrill. Tingles were crawling up her legs to her crotch! She took three more steps, she felt the flood of fierce excitement mounting, mounting, and she turned to face Steve, ready to crumple to the ground.
I'm coming right now! she thought, hazily. Ohhhhh, Ohhhh!
She started to fall and Steve caught her. She pushed her body against his, fiercely. She clutched at him, her hips Jerked, she hunched and hunched and then the heaven broke in her cunt like a bomb! Throb, throb, throb! It was hot and wild and quick, like Prince's come! She was jousting her pulsing crotch against Steve's loins, moaning and shaking. It was so good and fierce and deep she almost fainted!
As the shivery delight faded, bathing her crotch with exquisite relief, she realized what she had done. She had rushed at him like a she cat, lusting her sex without shame or excuse.
She jerked out of his half embrace and ran swiftly toward the house, her legs wobbly. She had never, never been so embarrassed in her whole life! She was glad the pool enclosure hid her from the house; she slowed the pace to a walk; she came to the shaded patio and sank into a chair.
She rested, panting and trembling. Her panty was sopping wet with cuntjuice. Her titties felt as though they were ready to burst out of her fancy bra.
Ohhhhh, I came so hard! she thought, dizzily. It was better than anything! My whole insides went off! My cunt is still twitching! I thought it was heavenly last night, and it really was, but this thing today, with Steve, was too much! It scares me! That big stud meat going in the mare's cunt, and Steve's nearness made me come, come, come, come, real fast and hard and big!
I'm awful. I can't face Steve again. He knows all about me, anyway. I'm Dirk's private stuff. I'm his young cunt. He's giving me a nice home and everything I need. But in reality I'm just a kind of kept girl, not much better than a whore!
What is there about Steve that made me come so big and deep and fierce? Could he do it without an animal fuck-show?
She shook her head. She didn't know. But she was now afraid to try it again. Steve was probably laughing his head off. "The young fancy girl from the big, fancy house couldn't take it," he would be saying. "She wanted to watch Prince do his thing, and she went off! I didn't even get my hands on her. She's cheap. I can get plenty of fucking without robbing the cradle. She must have some kind of weird animal fetish; wanting to ride a gelding instead of a mare. A hot-crotched bitch!"
"Well I thought you were going riding, honey," Carla said.
The casual voice startled Susy. She blushed and sat up straight in the chair, closing her thighs.
Carla, wearing snug shorts and a mini-halter, a kind of sun suit ensemble, sank into a chair across from the one Susy had picked. Her makeup was perfection, her red hair was just right, she looked extremely becoming, totally sexy. Her long thighs drifted open and Susy could see the cloth-hugged crevice, the lush curve of her cunt.
"I ... changed my mind," Susy stammered.
"I don't like to get all warm and sticky on top of a horse," Carla said. Her bright green eyes ran curiously along Susy's body. "What're you all excited about!"
"Nothing."
Suddenly Carla laughed. "I know! I heard Prince snorting. He got himself a little, didn't he?"
"Oh, you're awful!" Susy protested.
"And you were out watching him fuck the mare!" Carla giggled. "Turned you on, didn't it?"
Susy flushed and started to flee.
Carla laughed. "Oh, I don't care! I've watched Prince operate. But it doesn't do much for me. It's over too fast."
Susy nodded. She began to relax. The display of Carla's leggy charms was having an odd effect on Susy's libido. Susy felt a dirty evil attraction. She found herself wondering if Carla ever indulged in Lesbian activities. She jerked her eyes away from the enticing, beautiful figure. That wouldn't do, at all! Girl sex was o-u-t! Too many crazy ideas were rumbling in her sexually liberated senses. Now that she knew what an orgasm was, she was thinking about fucking all the time!
Susy decided that she could talk just as suggestively as Carla! Sex was a game they played day and night. Why not enjoy it? Why be the blushing ninny?
"Yes, I like it when it lasts awhile," Susy answered.
"Well!" Carla laughed, brightly. "Now you're getting with it! Those riding tights look very good on you, honey."
Susy smiled, spreading her thighs. "I'm glad you think so, Carla."
Carla's eyes fastened on Susy's crotch. She giggled. "Watching Prince made you come, huh?"
I won't tell her about Steve, Susy thought I promised.
"Yes, and it was fun!" Susy laughed.
"Good!" Carla said, winking. She wiggled her hips in the chair, curving her pussy forward. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Oh, very."
"Did you ever play pussy games with another girl, curie?" Carla murmured, slyly. "No!"
"Well, don't act so shocked, honey. It can be fun with the right partner...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Pull your skirt back so I can see some leg, curie," Dirk said to Susy.
It was evening, and she sat in the front seat of Dirk's big Imperial, which was pointed toward Boise. He had received a phone call that afternoon; he had to go to the capital city on business and Susy had been asked to come along.
She was delighted to be taking a trip. Angie, rather reluctantly, had helped her pack an overnight bag. For the journey, Angie had suggested a miniskirt and a button-down-the-front blouse, black undies and bra, webbed hose and high heels.
Now, Dirk wanted to see her thighs, and she gave him the sexy opportunity.
We're going to spend the night in a motel, she thought, shivering. Maybe he'll take my cherry! I've never been in a car or in a motel with a man. It should be real sexy! It is sexy!
Carla and Angie had seemed rather disappointed about Dirk's business appointment; evidently the two wives had been planning a party. She had heard Dirk say they could do it in a day or two.
This is my night with him, she thought. Carla and Angie are just jealous! He played with me last night, too! I need it. Everything is so new and exciting. I'm so glad he picked me.
But even as she inched her skirt back along her thighs until the white bare flesh showed above the bands of her nylons, she had another period of fright and uncertainty. She was fourteen and he was thirty-five. They weren't married, never would be.
Having sneaky finger fun in his home was different than staying with him all night in a motel. This would be the real thing. This was the route bad girls took. This would cheapen her even more.
But why was her heart pounding and why was her pussy tingling? She wanted to be here. His invitation had been terribly thrilling. She would learn more about sex, she would have oodles of fun, fun, fun! He was very handsome and experienced. He liked her mouth and titties and cunt. And she wanted to see his prick again. She wanted to hold it and play with it and suck it, and then feel it up tight in her eager pussy.
"That's better," he said, turning the dash light up as bright as it would go. Somehow the movement of the big car, the luxury of its interior added to her excitement. She was going first class. Lots of girls her age had more fun in a back seat than they did anywhere else. A front seat might be very interesting, too!
"Am I dressed right for you, Dirk?" she asked, growing bolder.
"Right! Now spread out a little so I can see your panty."
She giggled. "Angie said my pussy would look good in black panties."
He laughed. "She's right! How did you like my finger in your cunt last night?"
"Delish!" she laughed, shivering. "Hunch up a little," he urged. "You'd better keep your eyes on the road, honey!"
"I will. Now open your blouse and let me see your titties."
She remembered how he had reacted to her show the night before. The bulge in his pants was growing. She wanted to see his prick again, and again! She wanted to be his sexy plaything.
While she unbuttoned her blouse, she weaved her hips against the seat's resilience.
"Are you going to fuck me tonight, Dirk?" she giggled.
He chuckled. "You're learning, baby. Maybe. Want to see my prick?"
"Ohhhh, yes!"
He winked at her and turned on the stereo music; the car was equipped with a cassette. Dreamy sounds seemed to surround her. This was almost like being in a bedroom! Delicious.
When her blouse was open, he reached down and unzipped his pants. He brought his big, long prick out in plain sight. It stuck up past the lower rim of the steering wheel! What a tremendous, virile tube! What a sexy pole! Her pussy was already turning wet, her titties ached. The black, lacy bra shaped them into alluring peaks. His hard eyes had that hungry gleam, his smile said he liked what he was seeing.
I wonder what Steve Angus would say if he could see me now? she thought. Does he think I'm sexy? Ohhh, what a fool I made of myself! I had a climax right in his arms and he didn't even touch me! I do like older, mature men. I like Steve tremendously. I came so hard, and good! I wonder how many times Prince fucked the mare. What a terribly sexy sight that was!
"Open your bra now and let me see your nipples," Dirk said, drawing her back to the immediate situation.
The bra came apart in front, and she reached up, releasing the tiny catch. Her mounds slipped out of hiding. She realized that this was the first time he had actually looked at her naked breasts. This was the first time she had ever shown them to a man.
"Terrific!" he said, slowing the car's speed.
"I love to look at your prick!" she laughed. She could see drops of clear juice oozing from the hole in his knob. How delectably exciting!
"Later, I want you to rub your titties on it," he smiled.
"Ohhhh, I know I'll love that!' she cried. She spread her thighs farther and uphunched. Her cunt was swelling, her clitoris was tingling and stinging. Why didn't he reach over and play with her crotch? She was burning for caresses. He was mean to tease her this way! She wanted to be kissed and cuddled.
"Tell me something sexy, cutie," he chuckled. "Arch your titties out. Give me a real show!"
"You're awful!" she exclaimed. "I'm getting hot!"
"Good. I like hot girls. One of these days I'll give you another swimming lesson."
She giggled. "That was my very first come, honey!"
"Hey, you're great!" he laughed. "Tell me more."
"I bet you knew it, too!" she said, weaving her bottom. She was pushing her titties way out. "I never dreamed it would be so wonderful!"
"Every pretty girl should know how to go off at your age, baby."
This suggestive talking was just too much! Her pussy was dribbling more wetness, her nipples were stiff. She hunched with more vigor. She felt like a cheap slut, but it was fun!
"I'm about to go off right now!" she panted.
"Okay. Reach over and feel my prick!"
She scooted nearer and reached out with her left hand. The size and hardness of his pole sent delectable shudders along her body. She was closing her fingers around a prick for the first time!
"Honey, play with me!" she cried, shaking.
"Is your cute cunt about to come?" he teased.
"Y-yes!" she gasped, working her hips faster. "Faster!"
"I want you to come slowly," he chuckled.
She remembered the pleasure she had experienced with her own hand, she wanted to seize her cunt and squirm out her delight, but she was ashamed to do that in front of him.
She weaved her shoulders, she waved her titties, she worked her ass swiftly. Ohhhhh, the heaven was arriving, slowly, in delectable stages. Her fingers seemed to burn around his phallus.
"Come, come, cutie!" he breathed. His cock flexed in her grip. "Your cunt is going to shoot another sweet orgasm! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Have your cunty car climax! Now, now!"
Her ears roared, her nerves exploded with delicious lingering pulses. It was ohhhh-and ohhhh-and ohhhhh!
"Say it!" he cried, loudly. Tell me!"
"Honey, I'm going off!" she shouted, her hips bucking wildly. Her legs lacked, her titties seemed to dance a jig of sensuous delight. They were puffing out, way out. Her clitoris was throbbing and her cunt was coming! How dirty and sexy he was, saying ah those words! The sweet hammer of her orgasm drew a sharp wail from her throat. She couldn't talk now. The wrenching joy was too intense! She humped and humped, she panted through it and slumped back on the seat, releasing her grip on his meat
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed. "That was really fun!"
An hour later she was stretched out on the motel bed, waiting for him to return from his appointment. She had showered and refreshed herself, she had put on new makeup, she wore a very thin shorty black nightie. He wouldn't have any trouble finding her pussy! Or her titties, either. The top of the nightie barely covered them.
He had given her a tube of perfumed stuff and had told her to squeeze some of it up in her cunt. This she had done. She was eager for more fun, she was terribly thrilled about being in such a plushy suite. Before leaving, he had ordered drinks; she had been sipping some very good bubbly pink wine. Her first motel date, and she wanted it to be just right He would know how to make her body sing all kinds of songs!
Tonight he'll get my maidenhead! she thought I just know it! I want to feel his prick in my cunt. I need it! I hope he plays with me and fucks me all night!
Dirk smiled when he entered the motel suite and locked the door. His young emit was sprawled out on the bed, waiting for pleasure. He wished to hell he could break her in more swiftly, but he knew the dangers involved. He would have to play it really square tonight. Once he had her totally hooked on his kind of sex, he would lead her into the pain-and-pleasure byways he preferred.
Susy was coming on faster than Carla had, and much faster than Angie. Angie liked plain old prick much too much. But a man could push Susy only so quickly. He didn't want to spoil it and scare her away. In a few weeks he would mix Carla and Susy together. Susy could watch the redhead do her thing, dildo and all. He would soon have the pretty blonde on his special table at home!
"How did you like your orgasm in the front seat, curie?" he asked, beginning to undress.
She giggled. Her cheeks were pink, her blue eyes bright. He could see that one sparkling bottle of Burgundy was down about one third; it still rested in the ice bucket. She was very excited about this new adventure.
"Ohhh, I loved it!" she purred, opening her soft, white thighs. Her head rested on a large, colored pillow. The view of her blonde framed cunt, his first real look at it, stiffened his cock. Delightful! She didn't know just how appealing that cute snatch really was.
Naked now, he crawled on the bed, doing the correct thing, the thing she expected. He rested at her right and kissed her on the mouth. He ran his hands along her velvety young flesh, exploring, tickling. Her eager panting was cunty music in his ears.
Oh, I adore the way he kisses! she thought, as his tongue stroked into her soft, ripe lips. Now his fingers were between her thighs, sneaking toward her pussy. The feel of his naked body against her was wildly exotic. The touch of his big, long prick on her hip was almost too much! Her cunt ached and ached. She tipped it higher, remembering how he could make her writhe with just his fingers.
Will his prick really go into my cunt? she wondered. It's awfully large! But I want it, want it! Even if it hurts!
She reached for his prick, but his mouth lifted from hers and he began moving his head toward her titties. His lips were beyond her reach. He was teasing her again.
"Slow and easy, baby," he said, licking the vale between her aching breasts. "Push them up high! Anybody ever kiss these nice pink nipples?"
"N-no!" she panted. He wasn't even playing with her pussy!
"Great!" he whispered. "My nice young sexy virgin."
She watched his lips coast along the heated slope of a tittie; his tongue came out and coiled around her puffy pink spike! She shuddered and wiggled her bottom. Oh, it was wonderful!
Now his lips covered the tingly tip, his tongue flicked it and teased it, sending luscious stabs of pleasure through her body. She pushed her titties upward, her hips began to undulate in fucking-rhythm. More hot moisture dribbled from her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, dreamy!" she gasped. Her thighs were far apart, so he could play with her pussy. Why didn't he? She was binning for touches on her girlie thing, her whole crotch ached with anticipation.
He was moving above her! She felt the heated touch of his prick on her fluttery belly, felt the wet leakage from his knob. This was it! He was about to fuck her!
Her titties were so big and pointed! They were simply inches larger than she had ever seen them. They seemed to be filling with honey, they were firming, swelling, ready to explode! His sucking and nibbling was ecstatic! He was sipping at her nipples, first one, then the other. His big prick was tensing against her belly flesh. She squirmed her ass, trying to bring her pussy against the meaty, virile knob.
"Ohhhh, pleaser she panted. She pulled her legs forward, and the touch of her thighs against his ribs and hips was so wildly sexy she moaned with joy.
Dirk was enjoying himself. The fresh, fragrant, young cunt was having her first nipple sucks and getting her first feel of cockmeat close to her eager twat. She was already in a fuck frenzy, but he was planning to delay her next climax to the very limit. Her first real lesson was about to begin. She had had her quickies, now for the maneuvers that he hoped would turn her into a groaning, shuddering bundle of expectation. She had all the qualifications; he was delighted with her progress.
Resting on his elbows and knees, he nuzzled her tits and breathed on a tender, pink spike.
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"Do it!" she panted.
"What?" he teased, rubbing his cockhead across her belly.
"Fuck me, honey!" she gurgled. Her ass was lifting, squirming. "What else?"
"Make me come!" she cried, plaintively. "There's more than that, cutie. You're a virgin."
"Ohhhh, break my cherry," she cried. "That's better. But there's no hurry. I think we need a rest"
"Ohhhh, Dirk! Phaser
"We've got all night, remember?" he teased. He lifted away from her and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her wet, puffed, opened cunt. What a sweet, tender hole! Her tiny clit was stiff, the inner pink labia were showing, like red mouth lips.
"Ohhhh, you're mean!" she cried, shivering, her hands restless.
"The longer you wait for a come the better it is, sweetie."
"I can't wait!" she panted, reaching for her crotch with her right hand.
"Sure you can, with practice," he said, soothingly. He turned and seized her wrist. "You don't play with yourself, do you?"
Susy was frantic with need. How could he do this to her? He had given her her first sexy pleasure, and now he was backing off! Her face flushed with guilt as he pulled her seeking hand away from her aching, stinging cunt.
"No," she lied.
"Haven't you played with it just a few times?" he murmured. "Well, just once...."
He chuckled. "It's better when I do it, though, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, yes!" she breathed.
"See, you can wait. This is the best part, Susy. Make the pleasure last. You might as well learn while you're young."
"But it-hurts!" she wailed.
"Pain and pleasure are very close bedmates, curie. Remember that"
For the first time she sensed an aura of evil about him. There was something dirty and perverted in this kind of exquisite suspense, but she had to admit it was terribly provocative. She was trapped by her yearning, she was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, and he was just sitting there, smiling, looking at her pussy. His big prick was even more appealing, it was the utter end in sensual appeal; it was sticking up so big and hard she knew she couldn't bear the awful suspense much longer!
Pain and pleasure. Was he some kind of sadist? Didn't he want her to just come and come and come?
Dirk decided he had prolonged her cunty pleasure about enough. The first lesson was always the most difficult. He couldn't arouse her hatred; he had to work her carefully toward the ultimate goal.
"All right, sweetie," he murmured, crawling onto his knees, moving between her opened, eager thighs, his head above her crotch. "No one has ever lapped your cunt, have they?"
"Ohhh, no!" she cried, shuddering.
"You want it, don't you?" he murmured, sliding his hands under her smooth, warm ass.
"YesF she cried, arching her cunt upward.
He knew she had used the tube of pussy freshener he had given her. When he sucked pussy he wanted no unpleasant overtones. She might as well learn the basics at the start. Later, when he had her fully educated, she would know how to keep her cunt fragrant at all times. Carla would give her the intimate lowdown.
"Now, lift your legs up on my shoulders," he murmured, fastening his hands in the soft cups of her sweetly rounded butt.
She nodded, her eyes big with the wonder of this new experience.
Now, for the special delight, sucking fresh, virginal cunt! He had tickled it, he had played with it, and he had got her fun-gun off. She was ready for another lesson. His finger had been in her pussy far enough so that he could feel the intact hymen, the cunty treasure. Exploring it with his tongue would be another way to build his anticipation. She expected to be fucked tonight, but he knew already it would be almost impossible; her hole was very small. That pain he would put off until exactly the right time.
I want to be sure she can have a total pelvic orgasm before I squeeze my cock in her cunt. She needs more practice. She loves those clit-climaxes, they all do, but when I finally take that maidenhead I want her cunt to go wild around my meat! I want the virginal blood and come and cuntjuice all mixed up together. I want a finger in her asshole so I can feel the banging of her whole body. I want her tied down to my table so I can bring her climax at just the right moment!
He breathed into the open, tender cunthole and felt the sweet tremors of delight, the shake of her thighs against his ears, and the flex of her buttocks in his fingers. He brought his tongue far out and ran the tip of it into the very center of her juicy, fragrant cuntl
"Ohhhh!" she cried, shaking. "Ohhhhh, honey!"
He poked deep, in and out, in and out, delaying the full contact. Her labia fluttered deliciously, her ass trembling. He caressed the sweet, tight anus. He drew his head back and enjoyed the view of her opened cunt.
It's never been pricked, it's getting its first taste of a man's tongue. It's the sweetest little blonde-framed twat I ever saw! Even Carlo's pussy doesn't swell out this far. Susy's a natural. In a few years she'll be a terrific piece of ass. TV turn her into a screaming, wailing screwing machine! TV have my cock up her chute and a big dildo in her cunt! I'll be able to bite her and hurt her and really enjoy her. She'd follow me around like a puppy-dog, her cunt drippy. She'll be a real swinger.
And if Angie doesn't catch on faster, I'll kick her ass out, TV buy me a fresh, new virgin. She's done her job, bringing Susy into the house. Carla was telling me about a young, plump brunette who wants a setup. TV look into the deal, just as soon as I have Susy eating out of my hand.
This is better than a threesome with Carla and Angie. I can do that any time. What's better, really, than breaking in a new, dainty cunt? If my wives don't like it they can haul ass. If they get too hard up they can fuck each other! It wouldn't bother me, now I always did think Carla had a Lesbian streak.
And by damn, if she lays a hand on Susy I'll break her cunt!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susy felt the sweet, hot dagger in her burning cuntflesh, and she wailed her delight What a delectable sensation!
"Ohhhh, Dirk! Ohhhh, I love it!"
He lifted his mouth from the sugar hole. "See, you could wait for it."
"Not much longer!" she cried, shuddering. The awful near pain of expectation was nearly over! Fierce waves of need gathered excruciatingly in her crotch, her sex heat was crawling out to the tips of her fingers and toes, she was almost like one aching shivering big cunt. Her tits seemed a mile high, her ass was floating toward a dreamy culmination. The waves of pleasure-pain were turning sweeter, now. New nerve ends deep in her loins were awakening! He was inching her toward a peak of delight that she knew would be deeper and harder and better than anything she had ever known!
Now she felt his mouth fasten on her flaming cunt his fingers dug almost painfully into her assflesh, his long tongue began to probe her cunty depths. If a prick felt half this good she would come so hard she would lose her grip on reality.
"Ohhhh, eat it and eat it!" she shouted.
But even yet he was teasing her. His tongue wouldn't plunge quite fast enough to draw her over the stinging, burning brink into pulsing comeland. His fingers were tickling her asshole! How utterly different and exciting!
Her nerves were screaming for relief. She was a whimpering, shaking bundle of a fuck-crazy girl. He was priming her gun, he was nibbling at her sex, licking her cuntjuices, sucking her cunty dribblings, eating her pussy, lapping her swollen cunt-flesh.
The aching joy climbed higher, higher! Feverish twitches fled across her loins, she was coasting up a slope again, toward the summit of fulfillment. As wonderful as her first climaxes had been she knew this would top them all! Just a little more! Just a few more tongue strokes into her tautened cunt.
She passed the border, but even yet there was a trembling instant of heaven just before totality.
I'm coming now! she thought, wildly. He's eating me into it! He's sucking and pulling the sugar from my shaking cunt!
Suddenly, like clap of thunder, the action in her pelvis broke, excruciatingly.
She didn't know what she shouted. It was a kind of scream. She couldn't tell him how good this was, because it was ripping and tearing at her being, it was thumping and banging across her loins with such intensity she was tossed into a hazy thrall of orgiastic fury. Come, come, cornel Bang, wham, boom! Everything in her pelvis came apart, as though someone were tearing her tender cuntflesh. Deep, hard pulsations racked her body, it was arching and threshing, her ass was trying to hunch its fuck rhythms, but his hands held her while the fuck waves washed the shores of her cunty need.
She was going off and off and ohhhh, offfffff!
And right at the apex of her throbbing, jumping joy, she felt a stinging, almost painful invasion of her anus! For some odd reason, the hurt of it intensified her last sweet cunt throbs! It was the most amazing sensation she had ever known, a blend of ass and cunt and banging, churning delight!
She floated down from her cunty enthrallment and sighed a sigh of total contentment.
"Ohhhh, Dirk!" she breathed, her whole body still twitching and fluttering. "I never knew it could be so good!"
His mouth lifted from her stretched-apart cunt.
"I told you what waiting for it could do, baby."
Dirk was overjoyed. She was learning more in one lesson than Carla had learned in a week! He had felt the amazing responses deep in her loins, he had felt the quick, sweet clasping of her vaginal muscles around his diving tongue; she was capable of a total pelvic orgasm, she had just had her first one!
Terrific! He was rearranging his fuck timetable. Shit, she'd be ready for his prick in just a few days. Well, give her a week. He knew when her period was; he kept book on all of his cunts. He would wait until about two days before her twat started its monthly leakage. That was when most gals were the hottest, although Carla came on big right afterward. With Angie, it didn't seem to make much difference.
The plan now would give him four days before he broke her cherry. Good! The way she was turning on, that would be about right. He would save up a big load of come for that extra special evening. He would rest a lot, and take her to a very quiet, secluded motel.
Once he enjoyed the first few real fucks with her he would begin the initiation into her deeper pleasures. Yes, she was a real fine hot baby. Once they had a total pelvic come with a guy, they were hooked. He would fondle and feel that sweet hymen for the time allotted and he would have her practice fuck motions.
Breaking a rusty load of come in her vaginal box would be a high mark in her sex career. He rolled over onto his back, dreaming of that evening. He was still thinking about it, the snug invasion of her cunt, when he felt her fingers caressing his pole.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she breathed. "Are you going to let me eat yours?"
He laughed, and Susy flushed.
"Maybe, after a rest. Aren't you pooped?" he asked, grinning.
"Ohhhh, I guess soF she giggled.
"Liked my fingers up your ass, huh?"
"Well, it kind of hurt, at first But I do like what it does!"
He chuckled, watching her fingers on his prick. She was trembling again, her thighs still were wide open, her tits were still peaked. Snowy, red-crested mounds, deliciously jutted. His foreskin crawled back from his swollen glans.
"Okay," he said. "If you're still eager, you can crawl around on me. Give me a good show, huh?"
Susy shivered with anticipation. Simply holding his prick was bringing more sweet juices from her pussy; she was still hot all over, deliciously aroused.
Ohhhh, what a come I had, she thought, dreamily. He knows how to break a girl in, believe me! But when is he going to fuck me? How can he wait around like this? I want him to come in my cunt!
She turned and moved to her hands and knees, feeling the luxurious sway and yield of the bed. She saw a stain on the covers, drippage from her twat. Girl come, fun cornel How wonderful he was to please her so deeply! My whole insides went off. I just exploded!
"I don't know anything about this," she murmured, straddling his hips with her knees. How nice and sexy to be above him!
"Remember what I told you about rubbing your titties on my prick?"
"Ohhh, yes!" she panted.
"I like a girl to be active," he said.
She could imagine lithe and supple Carla doing her thing with him. Angie probably did the same. She wished that Dirk's prick was all her own! The thought of him fucking the wives made her burn with jealousy. She would have to become used to it, though. She was number three. She couldn't hog him.
"I'll be as active as I can!" she giggled, crawling backward, lowering her titties toward his big, wonderful prick. The touch of her swollen titflesh against his cock sent delectable shudders along her thighs, up to her steaming pussy. She felt cuntjuices trickling down her legs. Her clitoris had that sweet sexy ache for more caresses. She felt bitchy and totally abandoned. She was almost a woman, now! She had had almost everything but his prick!
"Roll 'em back and forth on my meat, baby," he smiled.
She watched her puffy nipples slide across his cock and her pussy twitched; she wanted to hunch her ass, and why not? She wiggled her bottom, she weaved her shoulders, making her titties almost dance on his cock.
"Terrific!" he said, his face flushing, his eyes burning. His prick seemed even larger. More wetness was seeping from his sex hole. This exquisite waiting, wanting, needing his prick was horribly, sexily thrilling. But how would she ever squeeze that huge long thing into her cunt?
Carla, wearing fancy shorts and mini-halter, walked toward the bungalow where Old Angus lived. Darkness had arrived, she had tired of watching TV, and she had told Angie she was going outside for fresh air. She still was miffed about Dirk and Susy. He probably had her in a motel already, he was probably gnawing her virginal cunt, feeling it, playing with it. She remembered how he had broken her in, his cunty experiments with her body. She had waited weeks for his meat!
Now I'm almost to the point where I have to have pain to go offl she thought. He loves it when I yell! He bites my nipples and fucks my ass. When I come around that dildo it makes my asshole tighten and quiver! And all that meat up my chute is too much!
Even when I suck it first and get it all slick with saliva, it still hurts terribly when he pushed it up my asshole! Then he whips me with that soft rope, he ties me to that fucking table and makes me wait and wait for my climax. I almost go out of my mind! When I go off with my legs so far apart, it almost kills me! It hurts and hurts before it turns good!
He's a fucking evil sadist, but oh, I love it, love it!
She was wavering, now. She knew that "Old Angus" wasn't as old as he pretended. He had Dirk fooled, that was enough, really. Maybe Angus would like come company! If he could keep his mouth shut.
She walked around to the front door of the bungalow and rapped lightly on the door. The sound of a radio or TV stopped instantly. She heard footsteps. Her pussy twitched.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Carla," she answered, softly, intimately.
The panel opened, she saw him without his glasses, in tight jersey and trousers, and her interest went up and up. He had a huge prick bulge, never visible when he wore those baggy coveralls. Well, well!
"Dirk's gone," she smiled. "May I come in?"
"This could be dangerous," he said. But the door opened.
She wiggled inside. She saw his eyes course over her body, his frown turned into a smile.
"Well, I won't say a word, if you won't," she laughed, dropping into an easy chair, letting her long thighs open invitingly.
Call me Steve, then," he said, obviously relieved.
She thought, suddenly: Here I am, twenty-four years old, and Dirk is the only man who ever fucked me! About time I tried a new man, a new prick! He ought to know more about it than Dirk, he's had more experience. For a change, I could surely use a good, old-fashioned screw. Dirk is so damned worried all the time about shooting too many wads per week that things get too tense and up tight.
"Do you like my outfit, Steve," she murmured, chills of excitement crawling through her loins.
"I've admired your figure for a long time, Carla."
"Good! Say, didn't I hear Prince doing his thing this morning?"
Steve nodded. "A neighbor brought a mare over."
"I've watched Prince operate," she said, slyly. "He sure knows his business!"
Steve smiled. "Some men don't."
"Oh, shit!" she laughed. "Let's quit talking and do something!" She weaved her butt in the chair. I'll bet you know how to operate."
"Okay, baby," Dirk said to Susy. "Why don't you try sucking my meat?"
"Ohhhh, I want to!" she exclaimed.
"Haven't ever had a cock in your mouth, huh?"
"No! How could I? Harriet kept me at home all the time."
"Well let's see how good you are," Dirk chuckled.
Susy crawled backward until her head was right above his crotch. The spicy male aroma from his hairy nuts and prick made her dizzy. He had licked her pussy and now it was her turn. That huge, rigid shaft was the very essence of sex; it was made to fit into a cunt, it was slightly curved to match the curve of her vagina, but she knew she couldn't take it all! Maybe she couldn't take any of it!
Her lips opened, her head dropped, she felt the hot pink knob slip between her puffy lips, opening, opening, and finally her mouth opened wide, the wonderful bigness, the male emblem of virility, pushed upward into her throat!
She moaned, fresh juices dripped from her cunt, her titties swelled, her tongue wound around the cockhead as if it had known how all along! Her head went slowly up and down, she was fucking his cock with her burning, eager mouth! She found her right hand moving to his big, hairy nuts, she balanced on her knees and left hand; her crotch was heating, burning, flaming! She was almost ready to come.
I love it, I love it! she thought, wildly. It's kind of like real fucking. My cunt is doing that sweet, deep thing again. I can almost feel this big meat pole sliding in my honey hole! Is he going to come in my mouth? I've heard that whores do that, take the squirts in the throat. Some men don't really like pussy!
She moaned and whimpered, her head moving faster. Her hips were thrusting on air, her titties were ready to burst!
Suddenly, he broke the hot sweet connection.
"Not too much yet, baby," he muttered, his voice tight. "Roll over on your back now. I have something special for you."
"Ohhhh, I'm about to go off!" she panted.
"All the better."
Dirk had to admit that this hot-mouthed young cunt was testing his holding skill to the very limit He had never run into a young girl who was so damned eager. Her passion was amazing! She had more potential than any two broads he had ever screwed.
He could tell from her actions, her approach, that she had just sucked her first cockmeat, and yet she was a natural expert! She just didn't put a prick in her young, fresh mouth; she sucked it and gobbled it like a nympho!
I've got to blast a shot, he thought, his nuts aching fiercely. I wanted to play with her another solid hour, first. Well, I can afford one good come now and another one in the morning. After this spurt I'll be good for the rest of the eveningl I'll make her scream for her next one!
"Is this how you want me, honey?" Susy asked, her legs far apart, her ass tipped up, her dewy cuntlips juiced and expanded.
"Yeah. Now reach down and open your cunt as wide as it will go!"
"With my fingers?" she panted, eyes glazed with lust.
That's the idea," he said, crawling into position. He found a pillow and slipped it under her butt, lifting her twat even higher. Staring at the spread apart virginal pussy was so damned provocative he almost changed his mind about when her cherry should be plucked. She was sexier than Carla or Angie or any other dame he knew. His cock felt as big as a fence post, his nuts were pulled up so tight he knew that when he broke them he would shoot half a cupful of come!
No, I won't break that sweet membrane tonight; I might really hurt her too much. But I'll do the next best thing!
He crawled forward, bringing his big burning cockhead against her dainty, soft cunt
"Now, let your fingers loose," he breathed.
She did. The hot, sweet cuntlips caressed his cockhead in a delectably sensuous way. He rolled it around on the girl flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried, loudly. "Ohhhh, Dirk!"
"Never had a blast of come in your cunt, have you sweetie?"
"Ohhhh, no! Fuck me, honey. Fuck me!"
His hips trembled. He had never wanted to hunch so badly in his life. Control, man. Control! You'll pour come in her cunt, but don't lose your fucking head! This is too good to spoil with too much pain. I know I'd tear her cunt apart if I gored it now! I have to spend a few days on it, playing with it, feeling that membrane, enjoying the anticipation. She has only one cherry. I want her to be able to go off like gangbusters when I pop that maidenhead!
I'm afraid it won't go in this time, baby," he muttered, rolling his tender, stinging knob against her labia, feeling her cunty flutters of delight. "How do you like it, so far?"
"Ohhhh, it's just dreamy!" she cried, her thighs shaking, her ass tilting higher.
He nuzzled her nipples, savoring the erotic suspense. Sure, he was going to pour a shot into her hole, but not yet-no, not yet!
"Ohhhhh-Ohhhhh!" she screamed. Her legs gripped him, her ass lurched upward, she flinched as the big knob pressed even harder.
He caught a nipple in his lips, he sucked it hard, he felt her wild squirming as the fuck thrills rocked her pelvis, as her tits arched higher. The long-awaited, aching fever ran along his legs, up to his nuts, along his throbbing shaft and excruciatingly to his swollen, rock hard cockhead.
Blam! Wham, bang! Jeeesus, what a sensation. His asshole puckered, his legs quivered, his nuts seemed to draw out to his knob, and then the wild, fierce come shots ripped his being He was squirting and pouring his rusty load into her virginal cunt. He kept himself from hunching hard only with a supreme, final effort. Shot after burning shot gushed into her twitching cuntlips. He groaned and shuddered. He heard her wail of spasming delight, and the fucking room began to spin! He fell away from her, his cock still pulsing its spurts, his hips thrusting, thrusting. He was dizzy, he had never gone off so hard in his life! His shaft ached for the soothing press of steaming, twitching cunt!
Okay, I went sooner than I figured, this time. But never again! After a rest I'll bang her pistol all night long. I'll make her wait and wait for the next come.
Oh, he didn't really fuck me but I got his sperm, I felt it shooting up into my cunt! Ohhhh, how delicious! It's all over my legs and belly and cunt. Ohhhhh, if it would only go in!
CHAPTER NINE
"Ohhh, my God!" Carla panted, straddling Steve's loins, pushing her red-haired cunt against his cockhead. "It won't go in! It's too big around, honey!"
Steve chuckled. He had just spent a pleasant half an hour working on her leggy body, from mouth to cunt, from tit to knee. She was turned on, man. She was ready for meat. Her high, hard tits were swollen cones, her pussy was dripping and fully expanded, her long clitoris was as stiff as a stick. He had sucked her off, he had assholed her with his finger, something she was obviously used to.
He had heard her say that he had the most educated mouth she had ever known. Naturally! He was thoroughly versed in the art of chewing cunt. And now he had another trick up his sleeve. But first he wanted to see if she really could squeeze her twat around his knob without using his last resort stunt.
She was really not as passionate as he had expected. Tanya Houser was more sensual. Carla looked and acted very sexy, but she had her limits. He was quite sure that Dirk was a sadist; he probably inflicted a certain amount of pain when he fucked her. The faint bruise marks on her ass and around her tits were clear evidence. Well, he wasn't a fucking torture lover. Most girls liked plenty of hard cock, and if a man did his job right, that was more than sufficient.
Obviously, with three cunts in the house, Dirk had to conserve his energies. He had to use his hands and mouth, and probably a few other gadgets. He probably used the old Utah method, fucking without coming too often, but he was thirty-five, and some men didn't really master the trick until they were older.
When a really turned-on broad had a deep, pelvic orgasm, it took a good man to keep from coming.
"Try again, baby," Steve urged, enjoying himself.
Carla was lithe and supple, she loved top-riding, she knew how to rotate her ass, but first she had to work his big, long prod up in her fun hole.
"I never saw such a prick!" she panted, swinging her butt around and around. "It must be a foot long!"
"How big do you think the knob is?" he teased. He had learned quickly that she loved to talk about it He had satisfied her wishes.
"Ohhhhh, three inches across, at least!" she panted.
She was almost correct, and he knew that if she was as hot as some broads her cunt would eventually accommodate his meat Actually, it took a lot of clitoral manipulation to trip her trigger; he sensed a latent Lesbian tendency; or maybe she was active with it.
I hope she hasn't fucked Susy, Steve thought. That would be a dirty shame!
"Please, help me, honey!" Carla wailed, resting with his knob at the juicy door of her cunt.
"You can rub it on your clit and come off," he said.
"Yes, but I want it in!" she cried, shuddering.
He had to admit that he craved the feel of hot twat around his meat. She had waited long enough. If she had too many comes before he worked it in her hole, the big one wouldn't be as violent as he wished.
"All right," he murmured. And he took his mind completely from the scene. An old cocksman in Salt Lake City had explained the program. He, too, had been blessed with a tremendous pole. Steve thought of clear, cool mountain streams, an icy plunge into a mountain lake. His cockhead began to shrink, slightly. He concentrated very diligently. Ahhhh. He gripped Carla's ass and steered her cunt downward His cockhead was now about half-size, his shaft just hard enough to effect the cunty entrance.
"Ohhh-Ohhhh!" Carla moaned, as his meat slipped upward into her shivery box.
He pinned her ass down, and let his passion begin to expand his knob and shaft. He felt the exquisite swelling, felt the sweet spread of twat around his phallus, and in seconds she was shaking and quivering and moaning with joy.
"Ohhhhh!" she wailed. "It's filling my whole cunt!"
"Right, baby," he breathed, squeezing her tits. "Now give it a good, slow ride!"
Carla was too enthralled with the voluptuous swell of meat in her joy hole to wonder how he had accomplished it; Dirk had a fair-sized prick, but it was nothing compared to this magical wand! Her cunt was stretching and yielding delectably. Now, up and down, up and down; wild. Around and around. Sweet suffering shit! What a fuck! What a prick!
It feels as big as Prince's prick looks! she thought, her pelvis fluttering and quaking. I could fuck it all night!
Dirk rested with his head pillowed on Susy's left thigh. Her legs were wide open, he was staring at the dainty, blonde-framed cunt.
She had been to the bathroom and had cleaned her crotch, she had placed more jelly up in her hole, and now he was preparing to really enjoy himself. He had almost lost his control when he had pulsed his load into her cuntlips, across her belly, and down her crotch.
No more, tonight. This little bitch liked sex any way she could get it. He fingered the fragrant labia, he spread them, and reached inside, touching the prize, the membrane that guarded her depths.
"Ohhhhh, honey!" she whimpered.
Drawing his finger out he picked a blonde hair on a puffy curve and yanked it out.
"Oh," she cried, jerking. "Don't honey. That hurts!"
He rolled her clitoris, gently, "How does that feel, cutie?"
Her hips arched, her hands fluttered on the counterpane. "Ohhhh, that's the way!"
Now, with his left hand he found another curly cunthair. Just as he pulled it free from the tender twat he tickled her clit
"Ohh, ohhh, owwww!" she cried, shuddering.
"Now, wasn't that good?" Her first sample of pain-and-pleasure.
"Ohhh, Dirk. I don't know-I mean...."
He remembered the first time he had worked this with Carla. She had almost jumped off the bed! But she wasn't as basically sensual as Susy. It had taken him weeks to collect a handful of red cunthair. She liked hard ass-pinches and two hurting fingers up her asshole. Then some soft rope whipping. And finally, his cock up her butt while he used a vibrating dildo in her cunt. Terrific!
"It won't hurt so much next time," he said, soothingly. "You see, when it hurts just right, it makes the pleasure better!"
"Ohhh, gosh! I don't know, honey!"
"Forget that 'gosh' stuff. Say shit or piss or fuck or something that means something!"
I'll turn her into a complete, whimpering bitch in two weeks! he thought, triumphantly. When I say fuck, she'll fall over. When I say eat it, she'll drop to her knees in front of me!
I hate cunts, really. I use them for my own pleasure. They're a stinking mess! But I like to dress them up and see how far they'll go to get an orgasm. I love to tune them all up for fun and then drag them down in the mud.
Susy shivered with something less than real pleasure. Why was he yanking hairs out of her crotch? Pain and delight. Was he crazy or something? Pain wasn't fun, not at all! Things had started so beautifully and now he was working into something kind of dirty and evil.
She started to close her thighs, but he held them open.
"Ohhh, don't do that any more, Dirk. Please!"
"Okay, sweet. I'm sorry. You're a nice, young, sexy girl and I'm not going to hurt you any more!"
She sighed. That was better! But when is he going fuck me?
He rolled over on his belly and slipped his hands under her bottom. His head was poised above her pussy.
"I just have to eat it again, baby," he murmured.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she cried, shivering. She had to ask the big question, though. "Why don't you put it in me, honey?"
He laughed. "Plenty of time for that, cute baby. I want that cherry real ripe before I pluck it."
"I-I need your prick!" she wailed. "Don't you like my tongue up in there?"
"Ohhh, I love it, but ... "
He fastened his mouth to her dainty hole and drove his probe deep, across the maidenhead. She whimpered and hunched. He felt her tiny clit stiffen. This time he would make her beg for it He would drag it out to the very limit before he let her bang her pretty nuts. She was learning, and soon she would learn one hell of a lot more!
Carla had never had such a long fuck in her life! She had been bobbing and rotating on Steve's big cock for at least a half an hour! Her leg muscles were shaky; she had gone off twice around his prick, and she had almost died! What a man! How long could he last?
She rested, panting. Moisture beaded her forehead. She wanted his come, she was determined to bring it!
Don't you ever go off, honey?" she breathed, her throat dry.
"At the right time," he chuckled, pressing her tits again.
"Please come in me soon!" she gasped, hunching again, faster.
"You really want my gun, huh?" he teased.
"Ohhhh, God! Yes! But if I come again I'll faint!"
"You can make it one more time," he said, confidently.
"But I've had four already!" she wailed, her legs shaking with fatigue. Still, she didn't want to stop; that big hunk of manmeat was so delicious she couldn't bear giving it up. When she downhunched the big knob seemed to go right up in her kidneys!
She bucked into another series of lusty drives. She suddenly remembered the time she had seen a male and female dog penned up for breeding. She had watched the whole deal. At first, the male had fucked with enormous vigor, the quick last hunches vividly revealing that he was popping his nuts. The bitch couldn't get enough, though. The male kept trying. After a while he wasn't able to come. He could get his knobbed prick hard, but his humps weakened, he wasn't going to get another load out.
I guess I'm like that male dog, she thought I'm about humped out! But ohhh, I've got to feel his cock breaking in my cunt! This is better than that weirdo stuff Dirk pulls. I like to come around a prick. I like a finger in my ass, but not a prick-not every stinking time. And the way he hurts me ... A cunt is made for cock, not a dildo! The truth is, Dirk isn't half the man that Steve is.
Ohhhhh, this time! Please, this time! Ohhhh-yes, yes, yes! God! It's going to tear my asshole apart, it's going to rip my cunt to pieces, but it's corning! Ohhhh, it's coming slowly, so deeply! I can feel his big thing getting harder and bigger and longer. He's moaning, he's hunching, he's gripping my tits hard, and ohhhhhh, shit, here it comes! Sweet loving Jesus! Ahhhhh-Ohhhh-Shit!
Her cunt convulsed wildly around his pulsing meat. She heard her wail and his goat cry of delight, and she felt her whole pelvis explode like a cannon, boom, boom, boom, wham, wham, bang! His spurts seemed to pour up into her churning womb! The mouth of her womb was spasming around the head of his cock! Her whole cunt was vibrating like a go-go dancers ass. Come, come, come, and ohhh, come!
She hunched her last sweet, tired hunches and flattened on him, sweaty, slutty and depleted. The fade-away twitches bathed her body with such a sweet elixir she panted her joy.
"Ohhhh, Steve! I never had such a good piece of ass. Never!"
He patted her moistened assflesh. "You're very good, Carla. You timed it just right."
"Ohhhhh, I won't be able to walk to the house!" she wailed happily. "I'm all fucked out!"
The following afternoon Susy rested in a deck chair at the rim of the swimming pool. She wore a new mini-bikini that Dirk had bought her, just before their return from Boise. She had slept well, the night before, after the sex in the motel; then in the morning, after a nice shower, Dirk had screwed her again; he had squirted another load of come into her pussylips. But still, he hadn't taken her cherry!
Angie was the only one of the three girls who seemed interested in swimming; Carla had risen very late, after one o'clock. She was sprawled on a chaise lounge at Susy's right. Susy hadn't seen Dirk all morning; perhaps he, too, was catching up on his rest!
I think he must have screwed his wife after he got home! Ohhh, I'm jealous. I love it when he moans and jerks and shoots his sperm! It proves I'm really sexy!
"You act pooped, honey," Carla murmured, stretching languidly. Her bikini was just as mini as Susy's. "Did Dirk give you a good screwing in Boise?"
"We had fun!" Susy laughed. "But I'm still a virgin."
Carla giggled. "Oh, he won't take your cherry for a while. He likes to think about it and play around with it for maybe a week or more. I'm your guardian, honey. I have to make sure that nobody else gets that sweet maidenhead!"
"Well, who could-way out here?" Susy asked.
"You might be surprised, cutie!"
Suddenly, she knew who Carla was talking about Steve Angus. Apparently Dirk thought Steve was too old to function, but Susy knew better. At least, she was almost positive he could make a girl go wild. He had a startling effect on her nerves. She blushed when she remembered her hasty, bucking orgasm in his arms. Watching Prince pour his prick to the mare had been too, too much!
Susy still was determined to talk the way Carla and Angie talked.
"Don't tell me you've been out visiting Steve Angus?"
"Why, honey," Carla cooed, wiggling her hips lazily. "I wouldn't dream of cheating on Dirk."
Susy giggled. "I just wouldn't dare, would I?"
"Cutie, if Dirk didn't get that cherry of yours, we'd both be in big trouble!"
"Is he good with his prick?" Susy whispered. Her pussy was heating. Again she felt the allure of Carla's beautiful figure, and she wasn't really shocked, this time. How could she pose as "innocent" after all the things she had done with Dirk? Sex was for enjoyment! The idea of having it with Carla seemed more appealing all the time.
But what would Angie say?
"I'm surprised at you!" Carla laughed. "You're supposed to be giving Dirk all of your thoughts and emotions, your cute pussy and your mouth and titties."
Susy didn't blush. She was past the silly stage in her sexual development
"Oh, he's very good!" Susy smiled. "He makes me come and come."
"That's the name of the game, honey." Carla sat up, winking. She glanced toward Angie, apparently to make sure the brunette wouldn't overhear. "Have you ever tried it with another girl?"
Susy felt her cheeks turning hot. Her pussy was swelling. This kind of conversation really worked on her sex nerves.
"No!" Susy replied.
"Don't knock it sweet. It can be real good, with the right pussy!"
Susy laughed. "Does Dirk yank at your cunthair?"
"Honey, I'm almost bare on the cunt! Do you like it?"
"No, it hurts! I don't even care for it when I'm about to come!"
Carla laughed and Susy joined her.
"What's all the giggling about?" Angie called, from the far side of the pool. .
"We're talking about pussyhair, honey!" Carla called back. "Want to join in?"
"Susy, I'm surprised at you!" Angie admonished. "And the answer is a big, fat no. I'm going to sunbathe for a while."
"I think I'll go up to my room and take a nap," Susy murmured, rising and stretching. Carla's eyes traveled along Susy's figure. Susy saw hunger in the redhead's eyes, naked girl hunger.
As Susy passed Carla, the leggy girl whispered, loudly. "I'll see you pretty soon, blondie."
Susy entered her room, thinking: If I had sex with anyone else I'd have it with Steve! If he wanted me. He must think I'm just a snot-nosed kid. Ohhhh, but he is something; I just fell against him and went crazy! I came harder with him than I ever have with Dirk! I suppose when Dirk gets his prick in my pussy I'll forget about anyone else. But I do wish I hadn't made such a fool of myself with Steve! I could always blame it on Prince and the mare. When his huge cock slid into that mare's cunt, when her back humped, when he fucked her hole, I almost fainted! How utterly sexy!
I want prick! I need prick! Why won't Dirk break my cherry right now? This teasing around with my cunt is driving me loco!
And what would happen if she did fuck Carla? The redhead didn't have a prick, she was a girl.
Susy fell across the luxurious bed, fastening her right hand to her bikini panty. She hunched lazily, feeling her passion climb. She tried to form a picture in her mind of Steve totally naked. Obviously, he had a very big prick; that bulge in his pants was real. And he was so mature, so ruggedly all man.
I'm a dirty slut! she thought. I take Dirk's food and lodging and comforts and here I am, wanting to fuck his hired man! But I need prick! I'm famished for cock! I want my cunt filled with prickmeat! I want to feel a man come away up in my honeyhole!
A light tapping on her bedroom door shattered her fantasy. She pulled her hand from her cunt, guiltily. "Who is it?"
The door opened. But it wasn't Carla. It was Dirk, and he was naked. His prick stood up, big and hard. He pushed the door shut, locked it. He walked toward the bed, smiling.
"You look very sexy in that bikini, blonde baby."
"I wore it just for you, honey!"
Oh, I'm glad it wasn't Carla. I'd be awkward with her, I know. I love cock. Maybe today is the day! Maybe he is going to fuck me, at last!
She spread her thighs and tilted her pussy upward. "It's all hot and wet for your prick, honey."
He laughed. "Now, you're talking right! You really want to get my meat, huh?"
"Yes! I wanted it last night, and this morning, in the motel. Please fuck me, Dirk. Pleaser
"You're a very hot young cunt, sweetie. Tell you what I'll make you a bargain. You come into my special fun room and let me get you spread out right, and maybe I will break your cherry!"
"Anything!" she cried, wiggling her butt.
He laughed. "It's a deal!"
CHAPTER TEN
"Don't pull my legs so far apart, honey!" Susy gasped, feeling the soft ropes around her ankles begin to tauten.
Three days had passed since Dirk had promised to break her maidenhead, and still he was delaying it!
The first time she had seen his play table with its metal arms that swung around, grasping its sexy purpose, she had begged not to be spread out on it He had outtalked her, however. She had enjoyed parts of it other things had been downright painful.
"Take it easy with her, at first honey," Carla said. She was standing beside the play table wearing fancy green panties and a matching mini-bra.
Dirk was naked, his cock was very big and hard. He had rested for two days, enjoying no sex at all. Susy was positive that today was the big day; he was finally going to puncture her hymen.
And for those two days she had been almost a prisoner in her room. Angie had brought the meals in. Susy had read and had watched TV, and she had masturbated several times. She had become accustomed to sex, and she couldn't understand this delay.
The reason was becoming clear, though. Dirk wanted to build up his energies! He was saving a big load of hot come for her virginal cunt! And now Carla was here, too. He was planning some kind of wild orgy.
Angie had gone to visit a relative in town; she wouldn't be in the way. Evidently she was too square for Dirk's tastes.
Dirk has played and played with my cunt, Susy thought. He's sucked it and felt of my maidenhead dozens of times. Now, he's going to stab it and make it bleed and pour his fuck juices up into my womb!
But why tie me to this table? I want to kick my legs and wiggle my ass! I want to come around his cock!
Dirk eased the pressure on her opened thighs and she felt the padding lift under her butt. Her cunt was spread ever so wide; he hadn't played with it much, so far. She was sure he would get around to it soon.
"Comfortable now, honey?" Carla asked. Her green eyes were sparkling with excitement.
"Yes," Susy answered. I hope I won't regret this!
"Dirk wants me to play with your titties while he works on your pussy. Okay?"
"Sounds like fun!" Susy laughed.
"Two days' rest made your cunt eager, huh?" Dirk chuckled. He dropped his butt onto a stool; his head was now level with her crotch.
"You know it's eager!" Susy cackled.
"You'll soon be a real swinger, baby," Dirk muttered, his face deeply flushed with passion.
Carla was delighted. This was her first venture into the play room while the Stud was doing his thing with another girl. She had been tied to the fuck table often enough; she had learned to love it. She hadn't had a shot at Susy; this would give her a chance to taste those pink rosebuds and feel around, at least.
"Okay, Red," Dirk said to Carla. "Kiss her and tease her tits."
Susy shuddered. Dirk's fingers began to caress the soft inner planes of her thighs; he was breathing into a stretched-apart cunt. Carla leaned above Susy. The red, wide mouth came down, a hand settled on one of Susy's breasts. Carla's lips burned sweetly, a wiggly tongue drove between Susy's teeth, into her throat. Ohhhh, jazzy! Her hands were tied to her sides. She wished she could fondle Carla's pointy titties, but that was impossible, now.
Dirk's right hand now slipped under Susy's ass; she felt him fingering her anus. He was kissing the tender flesh near her pussy. Delectable thrills chased along Susy's thighs, down to her cunt. Her titties were rising and firming and tingling under Carla's knowing hand.
They're both working to get my gun off! Susy thought, dreamily. I really need it! Playing with my own pussy isn't like having it tickled and sucked by a man.
She found her tongue wrestling sensuously with Carla's tongue, their lips were rolling and sliding hotly together. Carla was breathing fast, she enjoyed this Lesbian thing. Now Dirk's mouth was settling on Susy's awakening sex, her prick-famished cunt. She felt her girl pecker stiffening. Juicy nuances of pleasure fanned out through her pelvis. Dirk's tonguetip was sliding up and down on her burning slit; she tried to draw her thighs together, but she couldn't.
"When you come with you legs away out it hurts good!" Carla had said earlier, by way of explanation.
Susy's feeling of being totally trapped was increasing. These ropes were ridiculous! And now Dirk was trying to slip a finger up her asshole! Stings of pain almost washed out her rising passion. What did a butthole have to do with fucking? She remembered some of the talk about pain and pleasure when he had nipped her ass with his fingers and rolled her clitoris just before he had yanked a hair from her tender labia. A lance of fright gripped her being.
She tore her mouth from Carla's greedy lips. "Ohhh, please! Let me free! I don't want to be fastened down!"
"Oh, shit!" Carla breathed. "You'll love it when we get going!"
"You don't know what a real come off is, baby," Dirk muttered into her drippy twat.
"Why don't you just make me come, and get it over with!" Susy wailed, struggling and fighting the ropes.
"Yes, just rest while we play it easy," Carla said, persuasively. "I'll suck your nipples and you'll come real slow!"
But that finger in her anus was hurting too much!
It was a dirty, stinking ploy. She sensed Dirk's anger; Carla was trying to smooth things over.
I was crazy to let them tie me down this way, she thought. I'm beginning to hate them both! I feel horrible!
Steve Angus, who had been watching the big house for the past few days, made a decision. He had seen Angie leave in one of the cars, and there had been no action outside anywhere. Carla had let the cat out of the bag the last time he had fucked her, the day before.
Dirk was going to take Susy's cherry! He hadn't yet. He liked to wait for the big moment.
That fucking sadist cocksucker! Steve thought, leaving his bungalow. I can't let him do it! This job isn't that damned important. He's turning that young, pretty blonde into a fucking tramp, and it's gone far enough! Before long she'll have bruises on her tits and ass, as does Carla. He'll be ramming his prick up into her tender, virginal cunt!
Quickly he reached the pool area; he circled it and entered the house. He had never been inside it, and for a moment he was startled by the luxury of it, the suggestive nudes on the walls, the plushy depth of the carpet, the stink of expensive perfume. It was more like a fancy whorehouse than a home.
He had a fair idea about where the bedrooms were situated. He ran up the carpeted stair and along the secondfloor halfway. A shrill, feminine cry of pain tautened his body; his fists clenched, his rage mounted.
The cry had come from Susy's throat! What in hell was Dirk doing to her? Where was the redhead, the top-riding, cock loving, leggy wife? A cackle of enjoyment, from Carla's throat, confirmed his growing suspicions. The slut was in there helping her husband!
"Don't, don't!" came Susy's voice again. She was obviously in awful pain.
Steve ran to the end of the hallway, raised his right foot, which was heavily booted, and slammed his heel into the panel right below the lock. The rectangle of heavy wood splintered. Rushing forward again, he pushed the door open, bursting into a room that smelled of rank perfume and cunt.
He bellowed with fury when he saw where Susy was lying, tied to a fucking high table, her thighs spread so far apart she looked like she was splitting in the crotch. Ropes held her down!
Dirk, a kind of soft whip in his right hand, his face twisted with rage, glared at Steve.
"You stinking clod! Get the shit out of here before I call the law!"
"Why, you rotten sonofabitch!" Steve grated. He leaped forward and swung a right into Dirk's astonished face. Carla screamed. Susy uttered a wail of mingled joy and relief.
"Ohhhh, Steve!" she gurgled, her face white with anguish. "Get me out of here, please!"
As Steve drove westward, toward Twin Falls, his belongings in the trunk and in the back seat of his sedan, he tried to comfort Susy. She wore his bath robe. He had carried her from the big house to his bungalow, and Dirk hadn't tried to stop him.
Susy was huddled in the far corner of the front seat, her cheeks still pale, her blue eyes mirroring her thanks.
"We're okay now, Susy. You're out of that stinking joint."
"B-but you've lost your job, and...."
"Hell with it! I feel better already. I can always get another deal. I'm good with horses, and I'm not short of money."
'I haven't got-anything!" she wailed, tears in her eyes.
"Oh, yes!" he grinned, slowing the car's momentum. "You're young and very nice looking. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?"
"No, Steve. I'm all right-physically. I don't hurt any more. Just inside!"
I'm beginning to see the truth now, she thought, dully. I'm no good. I was so easy! Angie said it would be so nice! Damn her! She just procured me for that sex fiend! I'm a rotten slut! Dirk turned me into a wailing nymphet, he pulled me down into a sewer!
My asshole is still sore, but I wont tell Steve about it. I'll be all right in a day or two. They kept drawing me right up to the edge of an orgasm, but wouldn't let me have it! Ohhhh, I nearly died! I'm all frozen up in the loins. My legs still hurt!
I'm glad Dirk didn't fuck me, now! He didn't get my cherry! Steve saved me for that! I wanted to give it away in Boise, but that devil waited too long.
Good! Let him play his evil sadistic tricks on Carla and Angie.
I'll never be able to thank Steve enough!
The next morning, after a hearty breakfast Steve had sent to her cozy motel unit on the outskirts of Twin Falls, Susy felt more like a human being. Steve was downtown now, getting her some clothes and personal items she had requested over the phone. She hadn't seen him yet, today. She had showered and made herself as dainty as possible, under the circumstances. Her only garment, even yet, was his trusty bathrobe.
Her tautened nerves were relaxing, she had no more pain, but the shame was deep within her. Steve couldn't really care for her the way she wished he would. He knew all about her stay at the ranch! He knew she had been Dirk's plaything. He simply felt sorry for her, as he would feel about a stray, starving dog.
I'll get a job and pay him back, every penny, she thought. I took charity from Dirk, but I won't again. Ohhh, if I could just erase the last few weeks! I'm not a nice girl any more, I'm a total slut! Who wants badly used merchandise?
She cringed down in the chair and tears ran from her eyes.
I'm sixteen and still a physical virgin, my body is just the same, my titties are a little larger, my legs are shapely, I still have my mouth and eyes and figure, but inside I'm nothing! I've fondled a prick and talked like a whore! I've had my cunt sucked and played with, I know how to come and come, I've had a liberal sex education, I even know something about sadism! I've had Lesbian kisses and tickles. I'm horrible! I feel absolutely slimy!
Suddenly she heard a car stop out front, she heard a door slam, quick footsteps, a rap on the door, and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Her terror was turning into dizzy gratitude. She was trembling wildly as she unlocked the door and let Steve in.
"Hey, you look great!" he exclaimed admiringly. He closed the door and placed some bundles on the bed.
"No makeup, my hair isn't even combed," she wailed.
"Hell! You don't need all that, Susy!" His exuberance was catching. She found a shaky smile on her lips. He was like a young boy, tremendously excited, pleased. She couldn't knock it any way. He wasn't looking at her as if she were a child, he was admiring her as a grownup girl! Well, she would enjoy it while she could. The showdown would have to be postponed.
Dirk sat in a big chair in his bedroom, his robe open. He was staring down at his crotch and his big, limp prick.
Three days had passed since that fucking Angus has taken off with Susy, and Dirk had the Doctor's word. It wasn't good.
After being knocked flat on his ass in the play room, after Angus had untied Susy and taken her away, Dirk had followed. In negotiating the stairs that led down into the living room, he had stumbled. He had fallen hard and had injured something in his scrotum.
I can't get a fucking hard-on any more! he thought, viciously. The Doc said some nerves in my nuts were busted! Maybe I'll never get another hard-on! I'd have that Angus strung by the prick if I could find him! But here I am, on my ass, I can hardly walk, Rotten fucking sonofabitch!
I didn't get Susy's cherry! I was all worked up for it, I had her screaming, and then....
If I can't screw any more my whole damned life is ruined! What in hell am I going to tell Carla and Angie? I guess I could still play and finger and suck and whip, but how the fucking shit can I go off? They like hard prick once in a while!
After three days Susy felt much, much better. Steve had found a small ranch for sale north of Twin Falls, and he had bought it! She hadn't realized that he had saved almost enough to pay it off, entirely. She was momentarily happy because he felt so good about the deal.
She sat on a sofa in the living room of the ranch cottage, waiting for him to return from town. It was evening she had fixed him a good meal, and he had left for a few hours on business.
Sex hadn't entered their relationship-yet. He seemed to understand that she needed time to think. She just couldn't go on living in his house, taking his bounty, without giving in return. She had slept in one bedroom and he used the other.
Now, remembering all of his kind acts, his concern for her well-being, she felt an edge of passion crawling through her healthy young body. He had given her money with which to buy clothes, he had insisted that she go to a beauty parlor that very afternoon, and she sensed that tonight would be the night for her big decision.
He had told the people he had done business with that she was his niece, his housekeeper. He was a grown man, and she was a child-on the outside.
I want him! she thought. I need him badly, but I'm a rotten filthy bitch. With what I know I could make good money selling my cunt! I could go down into Nevada and be a prostitute! Dirk turned me into a whore, so why not be one?
She heard a car pull up out in front of the cottage, and her hands dug into the chair arms. She had put on a short-skirted frock, snug at the waist, tight around the bodice; the beautician had shaped her blonde hair very becomingly, she had put on makeup for the first time since she had left Dirk's harem.
She felt an achy stinging between her thighs, her nipples were enlarging. She needed a climax! She needed many climaxes! The horror and the pain were gone, and now her lust was returning, stronger than ever. She felt dirty and cheap. But how could she feel otherwise? Dirk had "educated" her to round after round of sensual pleasures, and she was crazy about Steve.
He cares for me, I know he does! she thought. But how can he? I didn't tell him I let myself be tied to that awful fun table. I wanted sex, I was willing to try about anything. I've been all the way down to the bottom of the sewer.
Steve could easily find some reasonably young woman suited to his tastes. If a man was going to live with a dame, or marry her, he had the right to break her in! I was broken in by a horrid sensual sadist. I'm soiled goods. I don't deserve one touch of his hand!
She blamed Angie for taking her into that den of sex, but she could have left. Oh yes! She had loved the nice things, the big room, the fancy clothes, dressing sexily. I'm not stupid in the head, just in the cunt! I got a taste of dirty pleasure, and I couldn't stop! Up until the time he started hurting me, I enjoyed every hour of it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted his prick! I was dying for it!
But I never did get his prick, and he didn't get my cherry! He didn't get what he wanted most, damn him! I'm glad about that, anyway. It's the only thing I have left that's worth a tinker's damn!
A new thought blazed across her mind.
I owe Steve my cherry! That's the least I can give him. Then I'll leave, I'll go to Nevada. It isn't far, I could be there in a few hours on a bus. I think I could be a pretty good whore.
Shaken with her new idea, she ran to the front door to greet Steve. He came in, all smiles, a bottle of sparkling Burgundy in his right hand.
"Well have a little celebration, Susy!" he laughed, his eyes admiring her.
"Y-yes," she stuttered, tears in her eyes. "I have to talk to you, Steve."
He dropped the bottle on a table and stared at her unbelievingly. "What's the matter, Susy?"
She bit her lips and walked to the sofa, sitting down. "You know what's the matter. You want sex and I want sex, too, but how can you even look at me and want me?"
"Damn it, the past is past! Oh, I know what it is. I should have realized ... I'm too old for you!"
"No, nor she cried, her hands shaky. "I really do care, Steve! But I'm rotten! You don't know the things I let Dirk do to me!"
His face turned pale. "Angie brought you there, she shouldn't have! They all worked on you. I know how clever they are. They ganged up on you! It wasn't your fault at all, damn it!"
"Oh, I could have left! I'm not that dense. I liked it! That's the awful part. I'm a bitch, a dirty slut!"
"Don't say things like that, please!" he almost shouted.
"I have to say it!" she blazed. "You're a good man, you deserve a good woman, one you can teach yourself. But I have one thing for you that Dirk didn't get. You should have it. He was going to take it the other day, when you broke the door down. My cherry!"
His tanned face twisted with mixed emotions, a deep concern flared in his shiny, dark eyes. She wanted to rush at him, as she had that other time, and lunge at him with her body; her pussy was wet, her loins ached for pleasure, her mouth ached for kisses, her titties burned, her nipples were hard, hard! Her bra was almost ready to burst.
"I see how they worked on you, Susy. But there's more than the physical thing involved. I don't give a damn what they did to you, understand? He played with your body, but if you had really wanted to stay you wouldn't have pulled out with me!"
"Ohhh, God! I hate him!" she wailed, turning her head, hiding her face in her hands.
"Look, sweet, you're a very young, attractive girl. You're all grown up, you matured early. Do you think that if all that other stuff hadn't happened you'd still be here? Do you like me?"
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Can't you tell? But how can you want me? You know all about me, what Dirk did to me. He had me saying all the dirty words, he knew how to make me do all those things...."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Suck it faster, baby!" Dirk cried, watching Carla's auburn-crowned head going back and forth between his opened legs. His meat was in her mouth, but it was still limp!
The pain in his groin was gone, but that awful deadness remained. His nuts were flaccid, they weren't pulling up. The sensation of a hot female mouth around his cock wasn't giving him one fucking thrill!
"Shit!" he growled. "Let Angie try it!"
Nearly a week had passed since his accident. He was determined to prove that the fucking Doctor was wrong; he had to! He had invited Angie to come along; she had been wanting a threesome, and perhaps her cunt would help bring his cock back to life.
Carla rose from her kneeling position between his legs and the smile on her face seemed shiftily artificial.
"Honey, maybe you're rushing things a little."
"Goddamn it, I want it hard!"
"Oh, I do, too!" Carla said dryly. "I need a fuck right now!"
Angie broke in. I'll do my best, Dirk!"
"That's better," he said. Angie left her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. The sway of her big, dark-nippled tits excited his mind, but his crazy prick didn't even tingle.
I had Susy all spread out, he thought, for the twentieth time. I was ready to poke my cock into her opened, virginal cunt and make her scream with painl I was ready to break that dainty cherry! And that fucking, cocksucking Angus broke the door down! ffl kill him! I'll cut his nuts out! That maidenhead was mine, mine!
Angie lifted his shrunken prick and stuffed it into her mouth. He could see the gleam in her eyes; she had been posing for him while Carla tried her luck with his meat He had been watching her dark-bushed cunt juiced and expanded, hoping the sight of it would somehow liven his shaft It hadn't. Maybe her mouth would!
Angie loved prick, all right! She was gobbling and sucking, moaning and shaking. Her tits were swollen, her dark nipples stiff. Carla was watching avidly. But she was staring at Angie's body, not his! That dirty, rotten Lesbian!
I wonder if Carla fucked Susy.
A very faint tingle of excitement ran across his loins. Jeeesus! Was Angie going to bring it up?
"Fuck it with your mouth, baby!" he cried desperately. "It's working! I can feel something!"
Carla gazed at the scene below and cringed inside.
Who wanted to eat a limp prick? Angie was so cock crazy she would probably chew a dog's cock! Carla moved over on Dirk's right; her cunt was wet and burning. She hadn't had a good come for days and days. Her dildo was a damned poor substitute.
"Play with my cunny while she eats your prick, honey!" Watching Angie do her thing was terribly stimulating! She was ready to fuck the brunette, and she had an idea that after Dirk gave up she could roll around on Angie's cunt.
Dirk was finished! Shit on him. The Doc told me he's had it! But I'll stick around. I'm his legal wife. I'll take him for plenty and I'll get me a boyfriend in town for my pleasure.
"Keep talking baby!" Dirk said, beads of sweat on his forehead. He reached out and began fondling her dripping hole. Carla weaved her ass and hunched against his fingers.
I'll have a loud come and that will really rip his nuts out! she thought, vindictively. He didn't get Susy's cherry, after all! He waited too long! He thinks he's such a cocksman and now he can't get his bone up! Maybe it serves him right. When I fucked Steve Angus I learned what a piece of nuts is really like!
I wanted to fuck Steve again, but now he's probably fucking that young dainty cunt! Ohhhhh, shit! Why did things have to turn out like this? I love fucking without pain! I adore it. I'm going to go to town and get some good, stiff cock. But will I ever find a cocksman like Steve?
Angie's head was flying, but obviously Dirk wasn't getting his meat hard. Poor Angie was huffing and puffing, she was playing with her own tits, she was about to come!
Suddenly, the lax hunk of cock fell out of Angie's mouth; she shuddered and tipped backward onto the floor. Her right hand fastened on her hunching cunt; she wailed and shouted.
"Ohhhh, I can't wait! Here it comes! My cunt is going off!"
Dirk's livid curses were almost as loud as Angie's shouts. He stared at the writhing, bucking figure on the floor and more profanity leaped from his twisted mouth.
He won't whip me and torture me again! Carla vowed. He's all washed up. He couldn't fuck anybody!
"Come here," Steve said to Susy. He was standing in front of her, his pants were all pushed out at his crotch, his eyes were burning with passionate adoration.
Susy's nerves seemed to tear apart. The days of waiting wondering wanting, wishing would end now, for a while! She leaped upward, hurling herself against him, her hips thrusting against his lump, her tits mashing into his shirt front, her arms flying around his neck. Ohhh, it was almost like that first time with him, but now she was having it better and even deeper!
She moaned and whimpered as she felt the strength of his arms, heard his eager, male, throaty cry of surprise and pleasure.
I'm a slut, a gutter slut, but I have to come in his arms again! I'm coming already! Ohhhh, I'm coming all over!
"Damn, damn!" he muttered, and his voice was so loaded with compassion and adoration, she felt her cunt hammer and hammer! Her pelvis was pounding out the sweetest song it had ever sung! Her entire body was whamming and banging, legs and hips and ass and waist and tits and arms and even her mouth! She felt like one huge cunt, Steve's cunt!
She was beyond shame or guilt; she had waited and waited for sensual relief. She hadn't touched her cunt, and now it was giving and giving. It was booming and shooting, shot after honeyed shot! Caring about the man she was holding meant much, much more.
Dirk had tricked her with clever words and clever fingers. Yes, he had got her off and off, and off-but not like this and this and this, this, this! Ohhhhh, my asshole is puckering, my whole pelvis is jumping for joy!. Ohhh, what a come, what a wonderful booming come!
Steve was humbled by Susy's sensual fury, the wild responses in her young, soft body. She was now limp in his arms, panting and shivering, hugging him as if he were the only real thing in her life.
He thought he could understand part of her wild emotions. The shock of running away, without clothes or handbag or anything, being taken to a new place, remembering the things Dirk had ignited in her body, and hating them, hating herself for indulging, and then the waiting for release, the kind of release she was used to, and now finally this moment of savage fulfillment.
He knew now that Prince hadn't been entirely responsible for her hasty lunging behind the barn. She liked him, and in her moment of ecstasy she had hugged him and squirmed out her delight!
She was so young and fresh and dainty it seemed impossible that anyone had ever touched her. He had rescued her before Dirk had put dark circles under her eyes, before he had turned her into another Carla. He hadn't completely debased Susy-but he had come very close to it! Now, if he, Steve, could just ease her over her feelings of shame and anguish, he knew he could turn her into a very loving, adoring, passionate mate. She had exquisite depths of sensual need. She craved real loving so badly it was almost a crime! She had been kicked in the cunt by a fucking sadist, and now it was time to give her reality. If she could accept it!
Susy opened her eyes and stared up at him with such gratitude he felt a big lump climb into his throat.
"Ohhh, Steve, honey!" she breathed. "It was never like that! You do care for me, don't you?"
"Sugar, I love you! Sure, it's corny, maybe, but I don't know a better way to say it. I wanted you the first time I saw you. When you put that bikini on I damn near died with envy!"
"You saw me in that, huh?"
He laughed. "I hope you'll wear one for me!"
"I'll wear one all day if you want it!" she giggled, tears in her eyes. "Ohhh, Steve! Undress me and love me and give me your...."
She stopped, hiding her head against his shoulder.
A whole flood of juice was leaving her stinging cunt, dripping through her panties and down her heated thighs!
"If saying it reminds you of the wrong things, don't" he murmured.
"Maybe someday," she breathed. "I guess it's all right to talk sexy with the right fellow!"
He chuckled. I'm really the right one, huh?"
"Ohhh, you just don't know!" she giggled, happily. "I want to be the best you've ever had! Do anything with me, Steve. Anything!"
Steve's hands trembled when he opened her dress and brought it up, over her head, being careful with her hairdo. The new styling of her blonde mane made her look even younger, if that was possible. A girl-woman.
"Beautiful!" he exulted, standing back and admiring her. The mini-slip was lace bordered, her bra was pale pink, also trimmed with a fancy border so thin the points of her nipples showed. The fine, smooth perfection of her shoulders and narrow waist and flat tummy sent thrill after thrill across his loins and out to the knob of his cock, which was riding high inside his shorts and pants.
Don't think about what Dirk did to her! Give her what she needs! She's all flushed and joyful, she expects big things from me, and I can't let her down! I can hardly believe that Dirk didn't take her maidenhead. I keep saying it doesn't matter, but it does! It matters to any man!
I know Dirk's got a big tool. Maybe he couldn't fuck her! If I do get her cherry, it will wipe all the rest of it away! I'd be a fool if I didn't admit that I want her pussy, her dainty membrane! Every sane man craves to be first! I cheated Dirk out of it. She wants me to have her cherry, and man alive, I'm going to take it!
"Keep on undressing me, honey!" she smiled.
"Wouldn't you like some kissing first?"
"Yes, honey, yes!"
It wasn't hard to imagine that Dirk would spend little time on her fresh, lush mouth. Girls loved to be bussed. It was the real clue to her sensuality, they came by it naturally. A jaded asshole like Dirk would care little about such mild preliminaries; he was a cunt hound with weirdo fetishes. Carla had given him, Steve, a good picture of Mr. Big Shit. He didn't give his long-legged redhead nearly enough pronging.
Steve eased Susy down on the sofa and she held her fresh, dewy mouth up for his delectation. Her eyes closed, her arms snugged around his neck, he felt her shiver of delight as he brushed his lips across her trembly mouth.
Susy was ever so grateful for Steve's careful approach, his kind words and his eagerness. She did care for him, and that was what made it bad. She didn't deserve a man like him! She would give him her cherry and as soon as possible she could sneak away, down into Nevada. Her looks, her figure, would get her things she had to have in order to live.
She wouldn't think beyond that point. She had to survive, she didn't know anything about practical, money making work, except housekeeping and cooking.
I know a lot about fucking, even if I've never had a prick in my cunt. I could make big money selling my cunt! I'm a damned tramp. Why not use my knowledge? I could tell the madam I was of age. I could tell her I know plenty of variations. It wouldn't bother me to say all the dirty words and make the lewd motions. I have good firm tits and a rounded ass, my legs are shapely, my face is right when I fix it up. I can look very sexy. Dirk said I had a tight pussy. That has a market value, too, doesn't it?
Steve's tongue slipped sensuously between her teeth, into her eager throat, her lips softened and shivered under his virile mouth pressure. Dirk had kissed a very times, expertly, but it wasn't like this! Steve liked what he was doing; with Dirk it had been a kind of boring, practiced duty.
Steve's tongue was drawing sparks of joy from her whole body. Her mouth was being mashed and rolled, now her lips were being nibbled and sucked, while his tongue dived sweetly into her mouth. She was trembling and panting, her hips were curving upward, her thighs were spreading, spreading. Her pantied cunt ached for touches, loving touches!
There was no feeling of wrongness with Steve. The heat that was building between them was like a sexy electricity, showering sparks of need through her crotch and up to her swelling titties. It was so different it was almost as if she had never really been handled!
How could he bring himself to do this? Dirk had dragged her through a stinking mud hole, and now she was rising above it; there was a clean joy in Steve's lovemaking. There were no shades of evil and dirt. She loved it, she adored it, and it was quaking her being in a totally novel way.
He was holding her like she was very delicate and precious, and she was so overcome with gratitude that fresh tears came into her eyes. Steve was loving her, not just turning her on. His mouth was gentle, seeking, finding a key to her girlish passion, and he hadn't even lowered her bra or fondled her aching titties!
As he continued to sip and suck at her lips, working his tongue in and out, in and out, she began to want him to do the same thing with her pussy! It was a sweet compulsion, and she realized that he was working toward just that goal!
Finally his mouth lifted from her sensitive, swollen lips.
Terrific!" he breathed, and really meant it. His words didn't sound slick and practiced, like Dirk's.
"Honey, I want lots of kisses!" she panted, pushing her titties forward. His right hand lifted to her bra, she looked down and watched his fingers shape a pink-covered mound. She shuddered as he pressed and squeezed.
"God, you're beautiful, Susy!" he whispered.
"I want tonight to be right for you, honey!" she gasped.
"And all the rest of the nights," he said, his voice deep and harsh.
She didn't answer that. She said, simply: "Open my bra and play with me, Steve!"
How did a "nice" girl talk in a man's embrace? She didn't know! Perhaps most young virgins said nothing! Didn't girls in the now generation know a lot about sex? "Instruction" books could be found in the best libraries, because she had read a few of them. A bride wasn't supposed to be coy and backward; she was supposed to yield willingly.
But Steve knows I'm no blushing virgin; I still have my cherry by sheer accident! Dirk didn't quite take it, but he did about everything else! I had come after come in his arms, against his mouth and hands! How should I act now?
From now on I won't say a dirty word! she thought. Not unless he asks me. I had such a wonderful come with him a while ago! I want more and more and morel My cunt is swelling, more juice is pouring out of it, my clitoris feels an inch long, I'm turning hot, hot, hot!
Now his fingers loosened her bra, the lacy cups fell away and her titties seemed to leap out into his hand! He muttered gladly. His fingertips stroked her tender titflesh, roving from one achy hill to the other. Her pink nipples were larger than she had ever seen them! They were tautened spikes of total sensitivity!
"Ohhh, honey!" she moaned, pressing closer to him, her thighs wide, inviting his caresses. The leakage from her cunt was simply too much! The crotch of her panty was sopping wet, her - were dribbling down on the sofa.
Dirk never excited me like this! she thought, dreamily. I want Steve's prick as I never wanted anything in my whole life! There is no pain, just sweet waves of pleasure! I'm going to have another one of those deep, luscious orgasms!
"Beautiful, beautiful!" he murmured, toying with her stinging nipples.
She broke her promise to herself. She had to say it. "Ohhh, Steve, I want to be very sexy for your
"You are, darling, you are!" he breathed.
His words carried so much real meaning, so much truth, she shuddered. Her titties were simply huge. She was curving them out for him, but they had a new kind of swollen erectness.
Suddenly the sweet nuances in her crotch became knifing blades of passion. She moaned and clutched at him, her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips rocked, lurched higher, her clitoris seemed to burst in her panties, her pussy began to twitch and throb with such sugary delight she wailed fiercely.
Ohhhh, come, come, come, and come, come, come!
I wish his prick was up in my cunt, right now, now, and ohhhh, now!
She threshed on the sofa, she moaned and quaked. Her heels pounded the floor, her titties bobbed, her ass hunched and hunched and hunched. She had been trained to shout when she went off, and now she was too far along to hold back!
"Ohhhh, Steve! I'm coming, I'm coming-help me, help me!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Ohhhh, Steve!" Susy cried, staring at his naked crotch. You're such a real man!"
She was stretched out on the bed in the room he had given her, a dim light burning in a far corner, giving just enough radiance. After her violent tickle-tittie orgasm in the living room, she had gone to the bathroom and cleaned her pussy, but already it was wet and burning!
Her cunt had never been so inflated and tender. Her outer labia were turned back, revealing the pink inner twatlips. While in the bathroom she had been amazed at the puffiness of her twat. Dirk had never made it so ready! All his silver-coated words and fancy fingering and tonguing hadn't expanded her pussy like this!
Although her clitoris was longer than usual, more sensitive, her cunt was so enlarged the little girl pecker was almost hidden!
Steve was standing near the bed, removing his shorts, and the view of his prick and big hairy nuts sent wild shudders through her body. What a shaft, what a huge hunk of manmeat! Dirk's prick was almost as long, but not as thick. The knob, with the prick-skin tautened around it, looked three inches across!
I just know I can't take his prize into my prick hungry cunt! she thought, dizzily. Maybe he will have to work on my pussy for a few days before he takes my cherry! But I want to lose it now! I want Steve to fuck me. I want his spurts away up in my cunt!
OHHHH, I'm so glad Dirk didn't get it!
Steve smiled and crawled onto the bed, at her right. He drew a pillow under his head, while she admired his strength, his virility. He had led an active life, he was strong! Dirk, she could see now, was slender enough, but he was soft. The only thing really hard about him was his prick. And she had had to share it with Carla and Angie.
I want to be one man's girl! she thought. Steve's girl. My cunt is for him!
She turned her head and whispered, impulsively, "Steve, honey, I need that nice big thing! But I don't know...."
"Let me worry about that!" he breathed, kissing her throat, his right hand slipping along between her opened thighs. She tilted her dripping cunt higher so he could play and play with it! She knew she couldn't "act" any part. She would just have to be herself, no matter what he thought, later. If he kicked her out, she would have one big night to remember.
He won't want a used pussy hanging around!
"Ohhh, honey, I wish this was really my first time!" she panted.
"Look, darling. Men get experience, they chase around; more and more girls do, before marriage. Somebody has given you a strange set of values. Forget the past! This is now. The future is ahead."
She felt more tears in her eyes.
"Ohhh, Steve. Take me! Turn me into a woman! I want you to take my cherry. I'm glad I have it for you!"
She felt his tremor of excitement. His hand slipped lovingly along her thighs, toward her bare, moistened cunt. Each touch was skillful, she could expect that from a man his age, but there was an added ingredient. He cared. He was doing this for her! He was fondling her so gently, so teasingly, bringing her so slowly toward her peak of pleasure.
He wasn't pulling at her cunthairs, he was pressing her swollen twat, he was opening her pussy gently, exploring her cunt with tender consideration. Now his body was shifting, his head was above her breasts, and his huge cock was there for her touches. She reached for it, closed her fingers around it, and the sensations that fanned out from her cunt were exquisite!
"Honey, honey!" she panted, lifting her cunt higher.
His finger slipped slickly into her girly-hole, she shuddered and moaned her joy. She felt him exploring, touching, pressing and caressing the quivery vagina's depths. A hard tremor passed along his body! He was testing her hymen! Dirk had done that, in a different way. He knows now I'm a virgin!
"Damn, damn!" he panted. "It's true!"
"Yes, I told you, honey. I've still got my cherry. And it's yours, all yours!"
Steve was now a believer! She had told the truth! Her dainty membrane was intact! Dirk hadn't fucked her! Regardless of what he had done to her, he hadn't plucked her maidenhead.
He almost shouted his gladness. Plenty of girls had plenty of orgasms before marriage, before losing their cherry. Some of them broke it with a carrot or cucumber or a dildo. Why should he complain because Susy had learned to come with a man? Perhaps she had never masturbated. That didn't matter.
She's a real virgin, and I get her fresh pussy first!
He wouldn't think about how Dirk had eaten it and fingered it. She would be better for having learned from an experienced male, even if he was a shitass!
I was jacking my pole at thirteen, I was squirting come all over the side of the bam before I ever saw a cunt. A virgin male is some kind of freak! There ain't no such animal.
I got a few virgins, but none as pretty and as sexy as Susy. That fucking Dirk waited too long! I stole his dainty young cunt before he could grab itl Man, oh man!
As he continued to savor the pleasure of fondling her tender young crotch, his thoughts underwent a change. She was everything he wanted in a girl. Every move she made was utterly feminine, totally girlish. She cared for him, she trusted him. In many ways she still was naive. She couldn't know how to fuck, because she still had her cherry.
Well, I can teach her that! I know Dirk hurt her, she was yelling with pain when I broke the door down. I saw the dildo there on his fuck table. I saw his hand on her butt. He had a finger up her ass, she was pulled all out of shape....
Forget all of that, man. No more torture for Susy. Just pleasure. I'll teach her all of the positions, gradually, carefully. She has wonderful depths of passion.
"Ohhhh, do it now!" she panted, kicking her legs.
He crawled into the taking position. She drew her thighs far apart, her knees moving toward her chin. His cock was as hard as a rock! Her pretty face was deeply flushed, her big eyes blazed with need, with girlish longing. Her beautiful firm young tits were peaked delectably, her pink nipples taut.
Gently, carefully, he nudged his swollen cockhead against her virginal cunt. He rubbed it around on the tender cuntflesh.
"Ohhhh!" she cried, shaking all over. "Do U!"
He felt more leakage from his cockhole, he felt the sweet burn of tender twat against his prickhead, and a fierce animal groan burst from his throat. He knew he had to work his prick-shrinking trick; her cunt opening was very small. But could he? She was so damned desirable, she was in such a state of sexual frenzy, he wondered if he could really puncture her dainty hymen!
He closed his eyes and forced himself to think of cool, mountain streams. Her whimpers of anticipation faded, slightly. He had to do it! Now, nowl His knob was going down....
Once he screwed her a few times, he knew he could make the rest reasonably simple-but this first plunge into her cunt would take all of his will power. Yes, yes, he was getting the job done!
He pushed down, she flinched, she cried out, but there was enough stiffness left in his shaft to effect the delectable entrance!
His partially shrunken cock knob eased into her tight, tight cunt!
Susy couldn't believe her senses! Somehow he had worked his wonderful phallus past the door of her pussy, and now it was pressing against her tender cherry!
She wailed and pushed frantically upward! She felt a lance of pain, but it was soon nothing, because his cock was turning huge again, it was puffing and expanding in her cunt! Her pussy was being crammed with hot, pricky prick! In, in, in-deliciously in!
"Ohhhh!" she wailed, as a savage wave of shudders bladed her pussy! Ohhhhh, honey, you did it! You got my cherry!"
Her heels dropped to the bed, she quaked and lifted, lifted! At first she had the wrong angle, but he soon corrected that. Her cunt was fluttering and twitching around his swollen meat. Her soft thighs shook against his hips, her tits pushed even higher.
I've never had such a sweet, nice, snug pussy! he thought deliriously. It's juicing, it's tightening around my cock! Suffering shit! This is the best cunt I ever had!
Carefully, he began to stroke. The delectable grip of her dainty twat was out of this world! Hot fingers seemed to be clasping his rigid meat He felt deep, sweet churnings in her pelvis, he felt the wild quake of cunty excitement, he heard her wild moan of ecstasy, and he knew he had reached a new summit of sensual enjoyment She was coming off!
In, out; in out He wouldn't delay it for her this time. She was having her first prick thrills, and if she wanted to come, come, come a dozen times, he was ready to please her!
Susy was in such a state of thrall she could hardly sort out all of the new sensations!
He's fucking met I've got his prick up in my cunt! I've waited and waited for it and now his big knob is jabbing at my womb! I want it to pour and gush into my starving box! I never knew it would be so hot and good and delicious! Ohhhh, I'm coming around his prick. I'm going off with his big cock sliding in my cunt! Ohhhh, Steve!
Just as his mouth lowered to a burning tit peak, just as his lips surrounded a nipple, sucking, her whole body went off!
Nothing, absolutely nothing could compare with the exploding thing that was happening in her straining, heaving pelvis. Nerve ends that she never knew existed began to pound and vibrate; it was something like those other comes with Steve, but this was richer, sweeter, roaring through her tits and legs and arms and mouth and cunt with such fury that she felt like one huge, throbbing cunt! Her asshole was puckering, her sex thing was sexing and sexing, her girl thing was booming and banging, her clitoris, rubbing body on the ridge of his pole, was shooting honeyed bullets.
The beating heaven went on and on and on. Her cunt was spasming around a prick, at lastl She could almost feel her maidenhead blood mixing with his cockjuicesl Her cuntlips were clasping at his shaft, she realized she wasn't able to take all of it in her hole, but the touch of his big nuts on her thighs and vestibule rocked her into a new zone of sensual awareness.
Slide, slide, slide-and something was building again!
She felt the swell of his cock, she heard his heavy panting, and she knew she was about to get his virile burst, his load of manjuice! Pump, pump, pump! Her ass came up at every downhunch!
Fuck, fuck, fuck and ohhhhh, fuck, fuckl This heaven was going to happen again! Dreamy, golden moments slipped by. He was nuzzling her titties, his big cock was going deeper, deeper, deeper! He pushed at a very tender spot, she felt his knob enter a new place of delight, and suddenly his groan signaled the come, his come, his pleasure!
Her cunt went crazy! The mouth of her womb constricted around his knob, the delectable thrills again invaded her entire being. She felt a jarring, spurting, gushing far inside her body, she felt the dreamy pulsing of his prick in her throbby cunt, his knob was bursting and pumping a whole cupful of come into her spasming joybox.
His shout was almost as loud as her scream of total pleasure!
They bucked and squirmed and rocked the bed. Their organs played sweet, sweet music! The slap, slap, slap of juicy loins together was a dream fulfilled for Susy!
I got fucked, I went off twice around his prick, and next time I'll probably faint! Ohhhh, it's just too much!
That nightmare thing with Dirk is all washed away, now, because I have a real man!
Steve rested on his back, staring at his still rigid cock, his left hand nestled snugly against Susy's cunt.
He hadn't intended to squirt his come so soon, but the temptation had been too compelling. And the amazing thing was, he still had a terrific bone-on!
Susy held up the towel she had used to wipe her cunt after they had suspended their fucking. She giggled, worming her pussy against his fingers.
"Look, honey! There's the evidence! See the blood mixed with your nice, big load!"
He laughed. "I knew it right away, sweetie."
"Ohhh, Steve. I was thinking about leaving. I was sure you wouldn't want me...."
"Like hell you'll leave!" he said, pressing her cunt harder. "I knew that, too. I heard you talking in your sleep the other night."
"Now, I don't want to leave!" she cried, happily. "If you can ever forgive me for what I did...."
"Damn it, we've been all through that. Listen. You're going to stay here and be my wife. You're going to cook for me and keep house, the way you've been doing. And whenever you want sexing, you just let me know. Understand?"
"Ohhh, yes!" He saw tears in her eyes.
"I'm going to teach you more. You're going to learn how to top ride, and a lot of other interesting positions. Sometimes, for breakfast, I'm going to go down on you, and you can suck me. Okay?"
"I can hardly wait for that!" she laughed. She reached over and clasped his cock in her fingers. "But I like this best, honey! I love it when you slide it in and out! It's so big in my pussy. I don't know how you ever got it in!"
He laughed. "That's my secret, Susy."
"And that's all yours!" she laughed, hunching upward. "Are you going to take more of it, tonight?"
"I've just started, pretty baby. This time I'm going to stretch it and stretch it."
"Ohhhh, hurry! I can't wait. I just can't get enough of your nice big prick!"
"Never rush a good thing," he chuckled. "Are you ready?"
"Ready!" she giggled.
It's all right! she thought, dreamily. He wants me the way I am. That stinking Dirk! I hope he falls off a horse and breaks his nuts! But he didn't get my cherry! I'll bet he almost died over that!
Steve got my maidenhead. He filled my cunt with prick. He poured his love, his sex, his virility into my cunt, and I love it, love it, love it! How very lucky I am. If he wants to he can fuck me morning, noon and night! I'll try to be the best screwing he's ever had! I owe him so very much. I'll have to repay my debt with my tits and mouth and cunt. I hope it goes on and on and on....
