Clara Bevin, a rich, forty-year-old widow, had a recurring passion - she loved to be fucked and sucked by strange men who were down on their luck. Every tramp who came to her door was invited in, told to take a good bath, and shave and cut his hair as best he could. Clara Bevin would then seduce the fellow, providing he could get a good hard-on. There were times when she came across a man who couldn't get a rise out of his tool, in which case she would become enraged and literally throw the tramp out of her house. Clara lived alone, except for her maid, Jennie, a brown-haired woman of approximately the same age as Clara.
It was a hot summer afternoon and Clara was reclining on her bed, almost totally naked, a glass of whiskey in her left hand. Her right hand rubbed at her crotch, parting her moist pussy lips as she expertly rubbed her vulva. Rumbles of passion passed over her trembling body.
"Got to get a strange man soon or I'll go nuts," she murmured. "Wish some young bum would come to the door. God, what I could do with him!" She rubbed her pussy lips a few more times and then yelled for her maid.
Jennie came running into the bedroom, drying her hands on her apron as she came to a halt. "What is it, Mrs. Bevin? Did you want something?"
Clara glared at her. "Of course I want something. Do you think I'm yelling just for the hell of it? Have you seen any tramps hanging around today?"
Jennie gulped. "Yes, Mrs. Bevin. There's one in the back yard now. I gave him some soup and he's picking up trash to put at the curb. You told me the other day you wanted this done soon and . .."
"How does the bastard look?" Clara demanded harshly.
"Oh . .. like all the others .. . dirty . . . quite young, I would say."
"Go get him. Bring him in here." Clara ground her teeth.
Jennie's hands fluttered to her mouth. "You're not going to ... fo ... take him to bed, are you, Mrs. Bevin?"
"If I do, that's my business. Now, go get him. Hurry up, damn you."
"Very well, Mrs. Bevin." Jennie looked disturbed, but she left the room swiftly and some five minutes later returned with a tall young man who was obviously a tramp.
"This is the man, Mrs. Bevin," Jennie said.
Clara Bevin had covered her body partially with the bedsheet, and now she looked at the fellow with interest, pulling one bare leg out for his benefit. She was pleased when his glance darted to the leg. Nice. This fellow was a cocksman, no doubt about it.
"Hello there," Clara said softly. She then turned to her maid. "You may leave, Jennie." She frowned at the servant. "Now!"
Jennie left the room quickly, closing the door after her.
Clara smiled oddly. "What's your name?" she asked the man.
'Tony," he replied, eyeing her leg and licking his lips.
She judged him to be perhaps twenty-nine or thirty. His clothing was soiled badly and his face was smeared with dirt, but his eyes were clear and that told her he still had plenty of life in his loins. She rather imagined he would be quite a man once she got him cleaned up and into bed. She pointed at the bathroom.
'That room," she told him. "Go there. Take off your clothes. Shower thoroughly to get that damn dirt off you. Dry yourself and come back here to my bed. I'll wait for you."
The man's eyes had a strange light in them. "Am I getting paid for this?" he asked shrewdly.
"If you insist." Her tone was cold.
"I insist," he said quietly. "Do you prefer that I come to you naked or clothed?"
Clara laughed shortly. "Naked, of course, and be quick about it. I want some cock."
Tony bowed slightly. "You speak frankly," he said. "I, too, am a frank person. How much will you pay for the use of my cock?"
"Oh ... ten dollars," she said impatiently.
"Agreed. Ten dollars for one fuck. Anything more will cost more."
"What are you - a male whore?" She glared at him.
The man returned her look. "What are you - a cock-crazy cunt?"
Clara realized that matters were beginning to get out of hand. "Oh, come on, let's not trade insults. I'd much prefer to have you fuck me."
The man bowed slightly again. "I'll take the shower and be back after a bit." He turned, left the bedroom and entered the bathroom. He gave a glance backward at Clara, then closed the door.
Clara sighed and rubbed her vulva again. Her cunt was quite moist now, ready to be penetrated. She hoped the young man had a big one. How nice it would be to have a big cock poking inside her. Clara had not had a big cock in her for several days. As a matter of fact, now that she thought about it seriously, she had been without cock for more than a week. Being the hot type of female that she was, going without cock for more than one week was unbearable. She smiled thinly when she heard the water running in the shower. Waiting as long as she could, she finally got up from the bed and walked quietly to the bathroom door. Arriving there, she turned the knob on the door and peeked into the shower stall. The young man was rubbing soap over his magnificent hairy body. She glanced at his penis and was delighted at its size, despite the fact that it was flaccid and dripping water from the shower spray. Clara drew in her breath carefully and quietly closed the door. She returned to her bed, her heart pounding furiously inside her.
Her hand stole to her cunt again, now very moist. "Hurry, Tony baby," she murmured softly. "I can't wait much longer. I need your prick in me."
It seemed like ages before she saw him open the door between the bedroom and bath, saw him stride into the bedroom, a towel wrapped about his middle, hiding his penis and balls from view. He came directly to the bed and looked down at the reclining Clara.
Clara was equal to the occasion. She threw off the covers and exposed her wet cunt to his probing eyes. "Suck it, fuck it, do whatever you wish, Tony."
The man pulled at his nose. "Where's the ten dollars?"
"On the dresser you will find some money. Take ten from it and . .. put it in your clothing, if you wish."
He did so, going to the bathroom again and returning quickly. This time he was not wearing the towel about his waist.
By now Clara was so sexually excited she was almost out of her mind. She pointed at her cunt. "Get on me and fuck it, young man," she said hoarsely. For the first time, she noted that his hair and eyes were quite dark. The hair about his penis was equally dark.
"If I'm going to fuck you, lady, you'd better get it hard for me."
This annoyed Clara a little. "Doesn't looking at my nudity make you want to ... fuck me?"
Tony smiled, revealing white, even teeth, hardly the look of an out-and-out tramp. "Afraid not. I've kicked better-looking women than you out of bed."
"Do you have to be insulting?"
He shrugged. "No, I don't. Just don't get the idea that you're some dish that can give a guy an easy hard-on."
"Do you want to fuck me or don't you?"
He grinned. "I've already got your ten bucks."
Clara knew she had to relent a bit or there would be nothing happening between them. "Oh, come off it. Let's not fight. Bring your cock close to my lips and I'll suck it for a while. Would you like that, Tony?"
"Sure," he said, coming closer to her. She reached out and touched his prick. It was very limp.
"A bit closer," she suggested.
He moved up closer still and she rose on her elbow and kissed his penis wetly. Instinctively, probably, he pulled back, but immediately thrust his loins forward so that she could once more kiss his tool.
"Do you like my kissing your cock?" she asked softly.
"Feels good," he admitted.
"Put it in my mouth and I'll suck it."
He fingered his penis and steered it toward her lips. She took it in, ran her tongue over the head of it and was rewarded by feeling it grow. In a moment it was fully erect. She removed her lips and smiled up at him. "There you are," she said.
"Yeah," he grunted. "Move over on the bed. I want to get on top of you, lady."
"My name is Mrs. Bevin, Tony," she told him.
"Okay, Mrs. Bevin. Get your twat running for a reaming. I'm coming at it."
Clara smiled happily and moved over on the bed. She watched the young man place first one knee on the bed, and then the other. He straddled her momentarily as if wanting her to suck him again, but even as she considered this, he lay down on her and thrust his hard penis at her slit. She felt the firm head enter her, felt it slip partway in. She grimaced, but not from pain, and moved her body about somewhat, lifting her hips slightly. She was rewarded by feeling his penis enter her all the way.
"Now," she moaned, looking up at his chin, "do it to me good, young man."
"My name," he said, "is Tony. Knock off this 'young man' bit."
"Sorry," she said. "I meant nothing offensive by it."
He began to fuck her, slowly, surely, expertly. Clara lost no time in becoming aroused. It seemed that each time he thrust deeply into her, a spasm would rake her body. She shivered with anticipation of what was to come and as she did so, he thrust forward savagely. His penis had now grown unbelievably fat and the walls of her cunt were stretching to accommodate it.
"Why should it surprise you?" she asked quickly. "I'm not that old."
He moved in her, causing thrills to pass up and down her spine. "Who said you were? Nowadays, most women don't have tight boxes. That's all I meant."
She sighed. "Why do you suppose that is true?"
'They're getting fucked too much. What else?"
"And me ... I get hardly any at all." This was scarcely the truth.
"You're getting it now," he informed her, and began to move savagely in her again.
"Would you mind if I sucked you off after you fuck me, Tony?" she asked boldly. "I love to suck cocks."
He surprised her by yanking it out and moving up on her, sitting astride her breasts. With his hand, he pointed his penis at her lips. "Here you are, Mrs. Bevin. One cock for you to suck. Part your lips and take it in, baby."
Clara was somewhat disappointed, for she had wanted him to leave it in her cunt. However, she smiled tensely at him and kissed his penis, not quite certain if she wanted to do it. It carried the scent of her pussy and she found this not altogether to her liking. She turned her head away.
"What's the matter?" he barked. "You said you wanted to suck."
"I'm sorry. It smells of me .. . my cunt. Please go to the bathroom and wash it."
He swore. "Hell - it's your cunt! Why be so squeamish about it?"
"Please," she said. "Go to the bathroom and wash."
"All right, goddamn it," he growled. He got off her and strode to the bathroom, the cheeks of his ass swinging back and forth in what she thought was a most exhilarating manner.
Clara lay still, her heart hammering within her, her glance turned toward the bathroom door. Finally, he came out of the bathroom, his cock swinging as he walked. Clara lifted herself up on one elbow and watched the pendulum sway of his prick.
Tony got back on the bed but did not straddle her as before. "Now," he said, "have you the same thing in mind or have you decided on something different?"
"You may thrust your cock into my mouth, Tony," she said softly.
"Big deal. You sound as if you thought I was dying to be Frenched. Well, I'm not. Getting Frenched is nothing new to me. I've had some of the best-looking broads in the country suck my cock and they even ask for the privilege of doing a repeat."
"I'm sure you have, Tony. You're quite handsome, you know."
"Never mind that shit, lady. Just tell me how you want it - in the mouth or up the cunt."
"I did tell you, Tony," she said.
'Think I'll let you suck my dingus," he said, as if finally reaching a firm decision. "Maybe it won't be half bad having an old bag like you go down on me."
"I'm not an old bag," she cried sharply, "and I'll thank you to watch your tongue."
He crawled up over her chest as he had before, his penis pointed straight at her lips. "Suck it, Mrs. Bevin, suck the goo out of my prick."
Clara moistened her lips with her tongue. "All right. You may put it in my mouth. I'll suck it for a while. But I don't want you shooting off in my mouth. Understand?"
"I understand," he said somewhat disagreeably. "But I'm not sure I like being ordered about. After all, I'm the one who is giving you what you want. . . it's not the other way around."
"Put your cock in my mouth and don't talk so much," Clara cried impatiently. What was the matter with the fellow? She had just given him ten dollars, which was probably more money than he had seen at one time in a month, and still he wasn't acting as if he appreciated it.
He thrust his penis into her mouth and Clara tasted him once again. She found she liked the feel of his hard-on between her lips. It was pleasant, hot, nice. Applying suction to it, she massaged the stiff tube with her fingers at the same time. Glancing up she saw that his eyes were closed tightly and that there was a great look of lust about his mouth. For some reason, this thrilled her immensely and she sucked his penis with renewed vigor.
He squirted in her mouth - but only a little.
"More," she cried thickly, her head bobbing back and forth as she sought to extract the cum from his prong, even though she had told him not to shoot off in her mouth.
He blew a bit more and she swallowed it eagerly, passionately.
He surprised her again by yanking it out of her mouth. He threw himself down on top of her in a flat position, and soon she felt his stiff prong poking at her moist slit, trying to gain entrance.
Clara wantonly spread her legs wider to better receive his offerings. This man evidently wanted to do it all ways at once. This was confusing to her, in a sense, but at least he was a man with a hard-on and that was exactly what she wanted. A young, strange cock poking into her cunt hole.
Clara wrapped her legs about him and closed her eyes as his fiercely probing penis continued its assault inside her body. She was excited and exhilarated and knew that very soon she would hit her peak. And then it was upon her. She stiffened and sighed deeply, moisture gushed from her cunt as he released his gooey flow of cock juice into her depths. The young man pumped fiercely at her slit, squirting his hot lava into her warm wetness.
The man was gone now - he had returned to performing the tasks that Jennie had previously assigned him. Clara had bathed and put on a dressing gown with no undergarments beneath her flimsy robe. She wandered about the big house, pausing at the back rooms that faced the garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man. She was unsuccessful. Finally, she found her maid and asked her if the man was still on the premises.
Jennie wiped her hands on her apron before answering - something she usually did when a question was put to her. "He went down the street to buy a new garbage can," she told her employer. "You told me last week to buy a new one but I hadn't gotten around to doing it."
Clara drew in her breath and then let it out slowly. "Oh . . . then ... he'll be coming back. That's good. When he does, have him come inside the house again. I want to talk to him."
This conversation had taken place in the kitchen. Clara left this room and walked to the front of the house where she had a drink quickly and then filled her glass with whiskey and mix and carried it to the sofa. She slumped down on the cushions and wondered about the furious pounding of her heart. She had just fucked with this man. Was it possible she wanted it with him again so soon? Yes, she decided, it was possible. It was definitely possible. She wanted this young, strange man and his powerful cock in a most decided fashion.
It seemed like an hour or longer before she looked up to see him standing in the doorway to the rear of the house. Clara sat up quickly and smiled at him.
"Come here," she said as seductively as she could. "Come here and sit beside me."
Tony walked across the room and sat down eagerly beside her. "Was there something else you wanted, Mrs. Bevin?" he asked, his eyes looking intensely into hers.
Her cheeks felt warm. Was it possible she was blushing? Yes, she was. Good grief! What was happening to her? She hadn't blushed in years. 'Tony," she said, "you may think me strange but I would like to do a repeat.
He smiled thinly. 'That's what I figured. Want it here on the sofa, Mrs. Bevin?"
She felt like a school girl. Imagine him saying that to her. On the sofa. On the sofa, indeed. She hadn't made love on a sofa in . . . how long? She couldn't quite recall. "I think we had better go to my room, Tony," she heard herself saying softly. "Otherwise, the servant might..." She didn't finish the sentence. It sounded ridiculous.
She took his hand, got to her feet and the two of them made their way to her bedroom. She slipped her dressing gown down over her shoulders, revealing the full tits, with the throbbing red nipples topping each luscious mound. Now she stood before him, turning her hips this way and that, watching his eyes carefully. She was gratified to see the look of lust spring into them.
She let her robe fall to the floor. Turning about, she went to the bed and placed one knee on it seductively. Turning her head back around, she looked him up and down and winked at him. She knew this was a silly thing to do . . . that it was a terribly dated sort of thing to do to a man, but she did it anyway. It turned her on to do it. Clara Bevin never needed any excuse other than to be turned on for doing a particular thing.
Tony pulled off his soiled clothes - she hoped they had not dirtied up his body and she was relieved to see they had not. He approached the bed, the lustful look in his eyes much stronger now. 'Tell me, lady. How many times do I have to fuck you for ten bucks?" He grinned at her.
Clara grinned back and pushed nervously at her hair.
'Tell you what. You be a good fellow and maybe... just maybe ... I'll keep you around the place indefinitely." She looked into his eyes carefully. "How would you like that, Tony?"
Once more he grinned. "I don't know. I might try it. At least I might think about it. I don't like to be tied down, however."
"Maybe you wouldn't be too tied down, Tony," she said quickly.
"Well, we'll see, won't we?" he asked, and crawled onto the bed. He walked on his hands and knees until his rod was directly over her breasts. He lowered his body and "fucked" her tits in what she thought was a most exciting manner. Finally, he lifted his body a bit and moved up so that his hard prick was near her mouth.
"Oh .... it's so pretty," she cried softly. "May I kiss it?"
"You may kiss it," he said gravely.
Clara's hand trembled as she reached up to touch the stiffened rod and when she took hold of it, a bead of fluid appeared in the tiny opening. She quickly pulled his penis head downward until she could fasten her lips about it.
"Oh ... oh ... ," she moaned thickly. "Please, Tony, do it to me."
"Do what to you?" he asked stupidly.
She had to remove her lips from his penis momentarily in order to talk. "Fuck me in the mouth Tony ... please?"
"Oh, sure ... why didn't you say so, lady?"
"Please call me by my name, Tony. It's cozier."
"Okay, Mrs. Bevin. Open your mouth and I'll shoot my jism inside."
Clara closed her eyes, parted her lips, and a moment later she felt the firm flesh entering her mouth. She fastened her lips about it and sucked it as the tramp began to fuck her, orally, in a slow and deliberate manner.
Clara was so passionate now that she would have done anything to anyone. When he forced her head down onto the pillow roughly and pumped himself between her already aching lips, she had one of the most gratifying orgasms she had ever known. Even as he released his cock juice into her mouth, she continued to spasm, and as she sucked him dry, she also shuddered deliciously and nearly passed out from sheer excitement.
Then he was gone.
She opened her eyes and he had already left the room. Had she dozed? She thought she must have. He could not have gotten out of the room so quickly, otherwise. She sat up on the bed and rubbed her eyes and looked about the room. How exciting it had been! How wonderful to have a young stranger make love to her. What was there about fucking with a stranger, and especially a tramp, that appealed to her? She had often asked herself this question but had never come up with an answer that seemed valid. Now, she shook her head, climbed from the bed, dressed, and went to look for him.
"I can't seem to get enough today," she mumbled as she left the room.
She went to the rear of the house and looked out of doors but there was no sign of the young man. She hoped he had not left the premises, but she was forced to admit that it was more than likely he had done exactly that. She searched the rear of the house for Jennie, but did not find her, either. Clara returned to the living room and had another drink.
"If he comes back," she muttered, "I'm really going to proposition him to stay on here. I'll tell him he can be the gardener, or something. Men are sometimes so damned funny about... working for a woman."
She finished her drink and had another and finally went back to her bedroom where she stripped off her clothing and took a shower, remaining under the warm water for a long period of time. Then she stepped from under it, shut off the taps, and seized a heavy towel to rub her body at great length. Clara liked taking showers and rubbing her body with a heavy towel. It was the next best thing to fucking, she often thought.
Slipping on a robe and slippers, she returned to the living room and had still another drink. Carrying the glass to the side window, she glanced out, hoping to see Tony. He was nowhere to be seen.
Eventually, she returned to her bedroom and as she neared the door, she heard the sound of water running in the shower. She frowned, for she was certain she had shut off the taps. Crossing the bedroom quickly, she peered into the bathroom.
Tony was standing naked under the falling water.
Clara sucked in her breath, not quite certain whether she should reprimand him for helping himself to shower privileges, or be thankful he was back. She noticed that the other door to the bathroom - the one that led in from the hallway - was ajar. So that was how he had gotten into the bathroom, she thought.
He glanced up at that precise instant, and grinned at her impudently.
There was something about his grin and glance that turned Clara into a passion-hungry animal. Throwing off her robe, she sank to her knees under the falling water, not caring that it was quickly soaking her hair, plastering it in stringy lengths about her face and neck. She wrapped her arms about his muscular body and proceeded to suck his prick.
Tony breathed very hard, gripped her bare shoulders with his powerful hands, and began to administer a standing mouth-fuck.
Soon, Clara had almost ceased to suck. The man's cock grew larger and harder by the second. His grip on her shoulders hurt her terribly, but she found she loved it.
"So you want to get fucked in the mouth, do you?" Tony growled. "Well, by God, this time I'm going to poke your tonsils out."
Clara sighed gratefully, closed her eyes, held his body fiercely and permitted him to again use her mouth as a cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
Bert Smith had been a widower for five years. The first three years of his solitary existence he had attempted to go on living in the house he and his wife had shared for some fifteen years, but finally he sold the place and moved into a boarding house. He needed someone to cook for him and clean up after him. His landlady, Mrs. Irma Calahan, was a very pleasant woman. Bert had ideas about Mrs. Calahan from the moment he first met her, but she had never encouraged him, so he stopped trying to get her into bed.
It wasn't until he happened to notice that Mrs.
Calahan's daughter had seemingly changed from a mere child into a young woman overnight that Bert once again began to have sexual thoughts concerning a Calahan woman. Conveniently, there was no Mr. Calahan. Apparently, he had simply disappeared one day, never to return to his family.
But now, Bert's thoughts were directed toward the fifteen-year-old. Every evening when he was sitting in his room watching television or reading an exciting sex novel, his thoughts would inevitably turn to the lovely blonde girl. At such times his penis would become so hard it actually hurt. He knew that he would have to get into the girl's panties. He simply could not continue living here in the rooming house and seeing the girl several times a day without attempting to solve his sexual rumblings.
As it turned out, he had to do very little - fortunately.
He was watching TV one evening and drinking a can of beer, when she opened his bedroom door and stepped in quickly. When he attempted to speak to her, she placed a forefinger over her lips, indicating he should remain quiet, at least for the moment.
Bert, his heart thumping wildly, remained very quiet.
A full minute passed while the pretty blonde stood with her back to the door, one pretty, well-shaped leg bent slightly in front of the other as she listened for sounds she apparently expected to come from the hallway. Her long hair framed her face beautifully as she stood there so quietly. No sounds came from the hallway. She took a deep breath and smiled at Bert in the friendliest manner imaginable. She then crossed the room and came to the side of his chair and dropped down to sit on the floor beside him. Her hand touched his hairy, muscular arm and her fingers ran up and down his arm invitingly.
Bert Smith's penis, understandably, was ready to erupt.
"Hi, Mr. Smith," the girl, Cissy, murmured, looking up into his eyes in a very bold manner. "Are you surprised that I came to your room?" She ran her hand up and down his arm suggestively again.
Bert moistened his dry lips. "Your mother?" he asked with concern. "Where is she?"
"Gone out."
Bert nodded slightly, his pulse racing. "You were afraid the others in the house might see you entering my room?" He looked deeply into her lovely blue eyes. God, she was young and desirable. What he would love to do to her.. .
"Sure," she said. Her eyes returned his look and there was definite lust in those lovely blue pools. "My mother would knock me one if she knew I'd come to your room."
Bert drew in his breath carefully. "Why did you come to my room?" he asked, smiling down at her.
She laughed slightly. "Do you have to ask, Mr. Smith?"
Bert put down his can of beer. He also switched off one of the lights in the room - a table lamp that was within arm's reach. While he was doing these things, the girl shifted her position until she was sitting on her haunches, which pulled her short skirt very high on her exciting-looking thighs. Bert glanced at her legs and nearly shot off in his pants.
"You're a pretty girl," he told her quietly. "A pretty and a sexy-looking girl."
"I'm glad you find me sexy," she said, "because I think you just must be the sexiest man in the world."
Bert was astonished. "Really? What makes you think that?"
"I can tell by the way you look at me when we pass in the hall, for instance."
Bert grinned somewhat tightly. "You mean I stare at you that obviously?"
Cissy giggled. "Boy, do you ever. You always look at me as if you want to jump me then and there."
Bert was definitely enjoying the turn of the conversation as well as the presence of the fifteen-year-old. "Perhaps I do," he said softly. He cleared his throat.
"Mother's going to be gone for more than an hour," Cissy said hurriedly. "Why don't we get undressed and climb into bed and .. . fuck?"
Bert actually flushed, but only a very little. He pressed his hand on hers and when he did so she grabbed his hand and squeezed hard, passionately. His penis was now hard and throbbing. "Do you always speak so delightfully?" he asked, more to gain time than anything else.
She laughed and squeezed his hand sexily again. "Did I shake you up, Mr. Smith?"
"No, but you did surprise me." His pulse was racing wildly.
She got to her feet, and removed her sweater. Immediately, he saw she had nothing on underneath. Her pear-shaped tits were very much in evidence, and Bert thought he had never seen such a pretty, inviting sight.
'Take your clothes off, Mr. Smith. Let's not waste any more time. I really want to fuck you."
Bert removed all his clothing and somewhat hesitantly tossed aside his undershorts. He now stood fully exposed before the girl, his throbbing cock straining at his thighs.
"Wow," the girl said, her eyes growing larger. "Have you ever got a fat one! God, I never saw such a big cock. You know something? I thought you would have a big one - but this size prick I never expected."
"That's . . . nice of you to say so," he said, his voice shaking with excitement.
"God," the girl moaned. "I hope I can take all that cock. Man, you must be as big as a horse."
"Shall we . .. shall we ... get on the bed and see if you can handle it?" he asked, the words coming out hard.
The girl stripped off her skirt and stockings, kicked off her shoes and then lay down on the bed, a wild-eyed look permeating her face. She parted her legs. "Will you promise to be careful with that prick of yours?" she asked almost fearfully. "I mean, if it won't go in . . . well, you won't hurt me or anything like that, will you?"
Bert knelt on the bed, his eyes taking in the beauty of her young body. "I promise you," he said unsteadily, "that I will get it into you ... all the way." He could not have cared less if he hurt her. Christ, she had come to his room, hadn't she? She had come practically begging for cock. Well, she would receive cock. She would discover what it was like to be fucked by an adult man. He would show her the difference between men and boys. He got between her legs and steered his mammoth cock into the opening between her shapely, young legs. Her cunt, he soon discovered, was extremely moist and slippery. He knew she was ready for his ramming. The thing now was to find out - really find out - if she was woman enough to handle his cock.
He thrust forward, still holding his penis in his hand.
"Jesus, take it easy, Mr. Smith. That prick of yours feels like a hot hammer."
'That's what it is - a hot hammer - and you're about to have your cunt nailed to the bed, honey." Calling her honey was something he especially liked - it seemed to call attention to the vast difference in their ages. This turned on Bert considerably. It was nice to have a very young and pretty girl on her back, naked, on his bed and underneath his own raging nudity.
"I'm going to fuck you, honey," Bert said. "It may hurt for a while. I can't help the size of my cock. You'll just have to stand the pain."
"Put it in, Mr. Smith," she breathed, her arms about his shoulders as she seemed to be hanging on for dear life. "Put it in my slit and show me what it is to be really fucked by a man."
Bert smiled tensely. He had the same thought only a few moments ago. Pressing his tool into her warm wetness, he used all of his skill and experience to force a too-large cock into a too-tight cunt hole. He was finally successful, but not before she had groaned repeatedly from the pain of his stabbing.
"Oh, my God," she groaned. "Is that your leg you've got inside me?"
Bert laughed shortly. "Just my cock, honey."
She worked her hips about carefully, then stopped suddenly. "I'm really going to get it. Right?"
He began to move slowly, easily in her, his long, fat cock entering and leaving with difficulty. It felt positively beautiful to Bert Smith. He wanted the feeling to last forever. "You're some kid," he muttered. "You're some hot kid, all right."
"Oh .. . that hurts ... but ... fuck me, Mr. Smith! Tear me up, if you have to ... but fuck my cunt real good."
"I intend to, honey."
"Oh ... I love the feel of that big cock in me."
"I thought you said it hurt."
"Yeah, it hurts .. . good."
Bert moved slightly faster in her, but she cried out from the pain of it and he stopped suddenly. Her cry was loud. Too loud. Some of the other boarders might hear her and recognize her voice. Bert wanted to continue living here, especially now that he knew he could fuck the kid, probably whenever he felt like it. However, he knew he had to be careful. He didn't want any word getting out about his sexual activities with Cissy. Her mother would raise hell with him if she discovered he had stuffed his fat prong up her young daughter's twat.
"Fuck me, Mr. Smith," Cissy begged. "Never mind how much I groan .. . fuck me deep."
"But I don't want the others in the house to hear you, Cissy."
"I'll try not to cry out again. I promise I'll try very hard."
"All right. Just lie still now."
Bert moved in her more vigorously.
"Jesus," she cried, softly. "You must have the biggest cock in the country!"
"Shhh," he cautioned. "Keep your voice lower."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith. It just feels so good I want to scream it to the world."
"I know," he said, pleased with her in just about every way. "But try not to let the whole world know I'm on top of you. Not right now anyway."
She laughed and kissed his mouth passionately. When she did this impulsive thing, he felt a squirt of cock juice burst from his raging penis. It made him momentarily weak, but when he discovered he was not blowing all the way, he commenced to pump prick into her cunt again, having for the moment ceased his activity.
"Oh, God, Mr. Smith," she breathed in his ear. "Oh, hell, Mr. Smith!"
There was something in the way she said the words that told him of her feelings. She was honest. The kid liked his cock. No doubt about it. His cock in her slit turned her on probably more than she had ever experienced before. This pleased Bert immensely, for there is generally something very flattering about a young girl liking an older man because of his fucking power.
Bert picked up the tempo of his pumping somewhat and heard her cry out. He cautioned her again not to make so much noise and she nodded her head vigorously even as he pumped his prick deeply into her, hurting her greatly. It was not difficult for Bert to realize he was hurting her. He had a history of hurting women with his cock. It was something he could not help and probably didn't want to change. He rather liked hurting women in this manner, but he was always aware that he must not hurt them too much, for too much pain will turn off some women.
"Jesus, Mr. Smith," the girl gasped. "Oh, Jesus, but you're good."
He thrust both hands under her soft ass and held her cheeks firmly as he stroked her more powerfully. Each time he pulled out partially, she would sigh or gasp, and each time he thrust in deeply, she would moan or groan and even cry out.
"Nice, tight cunt," Bert muttered, more to himself than to her.
'Thank you, Mr. Smith. Please feel free to use that nice, tight cunt."
He wanted to grin at her remark, but the grin wouldn't quite come off. Anyway, who needed a grin? He already had just about everything it was possible to get. His penis, hard and raging, was buried in the warm wetness of a young girl. He was pumping that cock in and out of her warm wetness and she was loving it as much as he. Her cunt was small and tight and beautiful.
What more did a man need?
An oral experience with her? Possibly. That would come later, he felt. He hoped.
"Fuck me faster, Mr. Smith, won't you please?" the girl begged, digging her nails into the flesh of his back.
"My pleasure," he returned softly and thought he might as well turn it on. She wanted it so give it to her in a way she would never forget.
"I love to fuck you, Mr. Smith. I've wanted to fuck you for months."
He pumped her much harder now and she grunted. "Why ... didn't. .. you . .. ever say something before?" he asked haltingly. It was difficult to talk and fuck at the same time.
She grunted again. "I was scared ... oh ... oh oh, Mr. Smith!"
Bert knew she was having an orgasm so he continued to pump prick into her cunt using all the expertise he had garnered through his years of experience at love-making.
"So ... wonderful... your cock is ... so very wonderful," she moaned. "Fuck me, please, Mr. Smith."
What did she think he was doing? "Right," he grunted back at her. "Coming in deeper now, kid." He thrust his mammoth penis into her with all the strength he could muster. Apparently it was a mistake.
She screamed loud and long.
Disgusted, he yanked his cock out of her and sat back on his heels. Bert Smith looked at the naked girl on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, her fists clinched, her face strained.
"Well," he said at length. "I guess we'd better wait until you grow up, baby."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried brokenly. "I'm so terribly sorry I screamed. I couldn't help myself. Honestly I couldn't."
"Yeah." He surveyed her with something approaching a mixture of disbelief and contempt. Goddamn young brats anyway! Why did they always fold when you needed them the most? Son-of-a-bitch, his mind muttered silently. Son-of-a-goddamned-bitch! He wished he had a bottle of whiskey - he would drink all of it. Bert got off the bed and picked up his can of beer and emptied it, finding the fluid a bit too warm for his liking. He put the empty can down. There was a small refrigerator in an alcove and he went to it and opened the door. There were several cans of beer there. He took one out, pulled the tab to open it and turned about looking questioningly at the girl.
"Can I have a beer, too, Mr. Smith?" she asked, seeming very humble about it.
Bert considered and then spoke. "What about your mother? Won't she smell it on your breath and want to know where you got it?"
"My mother, Mr. Smith, couldn't ever smell anything on anyone's breath. She keeps her own gut full of booze all the time. Haven't you ever smelled it on her?"
"Afraid I haven't been that close to your mother, Cissy." Not that he hadn't tried on several occasions. He refrained from telling this to Cissy, however.
"So . .. can I have a beer, Mr. Smith?" she asked once more.
"Sure, Cissy. Here. Take this one." He walked to the bed and handed it to her. "Don't spill it on the bed. Your mother would see the spots."
"Don't I know!"
The girl climbed out of bed, her titties bouncing about nicely and stood in the middle of the room, drinking the beer. Bert looked at her slim, flat tummy and started to feel his cock growing hard again. God, what a lovely young creature she was. She was built for... eating.
He decided to be blunt. "Cissy, tell me something. Have you ever had a man muff-dive you?"
She looked at him and frowned. "Muff-dive me? What does that mean?"
He regarded her soberly. "Kiss your cunt - run a tongue inside your cunt. Let me do it to you. I promise it'll give you the damnedest orgasm you could ever want."
The girl sipped her beer and looked at him. A look of abject lust filled her pretty eyes. Bert thought he had never seen such raw lust, and it excited him. He drank some of his own beer and studied her lovely body, noting the pear-shaped titties, the beautifully flat tummy, the well rounded thighs, the shapely calves. Even her feet were sexy looking, he thought. His eyes came to rest on the vee patch of pubic hair, as she stood with one leg bent and crooked in front of the other, her long hair hanging over her smooth shoulders accentuating her entire look.
"How about it?" he asked softly. "Want me to muff you, kid? You'll like it."
"Can I drink my beer first?" she asked in return.
Bert felt his pulse beginning to race. "Sure. Of course. Drink your beer. Have another if you like. That is, if you think we have time enough."
"You mean my mother? Oh, she won't be back for a while. Probably a couple of hours or even longer."
Bert thought he recalled her saying earlier that her mother would be gone only one hour. However, this didn't matter too much. Cissy ought to know how long her own mother would be gone. "Cissy," Bert said, "Don't take offense, please, but have you ever . . . ever cupped a cock?"
She frowned prettily. 'There you go again, laying words on me I never heard of. What does cupping a . . . cock mean?"
Bert moistened his lips somewhat nervously. "It means sucking a guy's penis." He paused and studied the reaction on her face, especially that of her eyes. "I'm asking you," he went on, "if you have ever sucked off one of your friends?" His heart was thumping wildly now that he had asked the question so bluntly.
Cissy turned her face away from him but presently she turned it back and looked him straight in the eye. "So what if I have?" she said, dropping her eyes and quickly taking another drink from the beer can.
"You're not angry, are you?" Bert asked hurriedly. "I didn't mean to make you angry."
"I'm not angry, man. Hell, I like talking this way. Turns me on like mad."
Bert finished his can of beer quickly and lay down on the bed, his prick now very hard. 'Tell you what," he said to her. "When you've knocked off the beer, come and lie down beside me. Who knows? Maybe you'll suck my cock eventually. Maybe we could do a sixty-nine. You suck mine and I'll suck yours."
She turned around and looked at him lustfully. Biting her lips, she put the beer can down at the same time and then looked at him again. She especially looked at his hard-on. "God," she murmured, "what a cock you have! I could never get that big thing between my lips. It would choke me if I did. Tell you what, though. I could lick it with my tongue." She moved closer to the bed, her titties bouncing about nicely.
Bert's penis nearly erupted when he saw this. What an amazingly lovely body she had. He had never seen anything to compare with it. He would have liked to run his tongue over every inch of her flesh, seeking out all the crevices and plunging it in recklessly. Jesus, what an eating dish this kid was!
She placed one knee on the bed and he touched her thigh with his hand, rubbing it sensuously. Her other knee was on the bed now and she surprised and delighted him by straddling his body and walking on her knees until her pussy was directly over his lips.
"Suck it, please," she said softly.
Bert grasped her by the hips and held her in position while he raised his head to kiss her sweet cunt. The scent of it was delicious, maddening. He pulled her down so that she was actually sitting on his face.
"Oh, your whiskers tickle," she protested, but smiled at the same time.
'That's not all that's going to tickle you, kid," he said, his voice sounding strangely hoarse. "Get a load of this." He thrust his tongue into her cunt and wiggled it about slowly, lightly.
"Jesus Christ!" she hollered. "Oh, God, that's so good."
He moved his tongue. "You have got to be quieter, dammit. Can't you enjoy sex without hollering and screaming?"
"I'm awfully sorry, Mr. Smith. I'll try very hard to keep quiet. It's just that you blow my mind with the ... things you do to me."
"That's the way it should be," he told her. "Now, I'm going to tongue it again so don't holler your head off. Well have half the roomers in here if you do. They'll think I'm killing you."
Cissy giggled. "You are, man. You really are killing me."
Bert grinned. "Killing you, but in a nice way. Right?"
"Right," she moaned. "Kill me some more."
"Sit down on my face, honey, and I will."
"Guess I'll turn around, Mr. Smith. That way you can .. . suck mine and I . . . can . .. maybe . . . well, you know."
"Fine," he said quickly. "If you can't get my cock in your mouth, play with it, lick it, jack it with your fingers, anything at all. I just want to feel you over my cock. It's ready to blow at any moment, so be careful, unless, of course, you like having a man blow off on your flesh. In that case . . ."
"Oh, you make me so hot when you talk that way," she cried and quickly turned her body about so that she was sitting on his face. He held up her ass with his hands so she wouldn't suffocate him. Her mouth was now directly over his pulsing cock. "Jesus, what a prick," she murmured, as if to herself.
Bert felt a chill go up and down his back as she kissed the head of his penis ever so lightly. "Oh, daddy," he moaned softly. He then pulled her cunt lips apart and thrust his tongue up inside her.
"Jesus," she cried again. "Jesus, that's wonderful!"
The flesh of her ass was so soft to the touch of his hands that he marveled at it. Shifting his head slightly, he kissed all around her cunt opening and felt her body shivering. She was some hot kid.
She attempted to take his cock between her lips and managed to get part of it into her mouth. She applied passionate suction to it at the same time running her tongue over the head.
'That's nice," he moaned softly. "Keep it up, honey." If she did keep it up, she would soon have the damnedest mouthful of male cum she'd ever experienced.
He pulled her ass down again and kissed her wet spot repeatedly prior to thrusting his tongue up her cunt and massaging it. When he did this, she groaned and attacked his cock with a vengeance. Either it had become less fat or her mouth had stretched, for he felt it slip between her lips and also felt her lips fastening about it. She began to move her head up and down and this caused a delicious friction between her young girl mouth and his extremely rigid penis. Bert thought he was going to blow it all then and there. But he held back. He wanted this terrific sensation to last for a very long time.
Not too long, however - there was the kid's mother to think about.
Suddenly, and scarcely with any thought about it, he turned her over on her back and pressed his belly against hers. He buried his face in her moist crotch and felt her hands running through his hair as he tongued her repeatedly.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Oh, God ... that makes me so hot!"
Bert wanted his penis back in her mouth and with this in mind he began to make powerful fucking movements toward her head. She evidently caught on to what his intentions were, for he soon felt her licking the sides of his enlarged penis much in the manner of a very small child with an ice cream cone. He also felt her tongue running over his balls, but then she was back at his cock, licking in the most maddening manner imaginable. Bert increased the speed of his muff-diving and as he did so, the girl increased the speed of her tongue movements on his cock. It was a heavy, powerful moment, one that Bert and the girl were not likely to forget.
"Oh, do it to me," she begged. "Squirt your stuff in between my lips, Mr. Smith .. . please?"
Bert's entire body stiffened. He stopped sucking her cunt for a few moments and concentrated on what was happening. His cock was exploding. Great, thick gobs of jism flowed from his cock into her eager and waiting mouth.
He was astonished at the way she received him. She sucked the stuff from his cock in a manner that can only be described as frantically welcome.
And then, finally, it was over and done with. The two of them lay exhausted on the bed, their bodies wrapped around each other. They had experienced a totally exhilarating and draining sixty-nine suck.
CHAPTER THREE
Danny Fallon was only fourteen years of age, but he knew what he wanted better than many men twice his age. Danny wanted women, preferably older women. He was an aggressive, redheaded boy, and already he had experienced several short-term affairs with women old enough to be his mother.
He had no mother of his own, which may have contributed to his need for an older female. His own mother had deserted him when he was a baby and he had been brought up by his grandmother, a busy clubwoman type who paid scant attention to the boy other than to see to his material needs. Consequently, Danny had matured much faster than other boys his age. His sexual interests were aroused at an early age.
When he saw the good-looking, big-breasted brunette woman who had recently moved into the old house on the corner of Third and State Streets, he knew he wanted her. Somehow or other he was going to get into her pants. His first good look at her came when he was standing in the driveway of his grandmother's home, looking down Third Street aimlessly. The dark-haired woman had come out onto the rear porch, had stooped over to pick up something and this permitted Danny to see her breasts in their exciting entirety. Instantly he was alert, staring at this lovely vision as if his very life depended on it. When she straightened up, he sighed in resignation, but then she happened to glance up the street and when she did so, she seemed to be smiling at him.
Danny smiled back, making his smile a very wide one so she would be certain to see it plainly, even though they were about half a block from each other. He became very excited when she beckoned to him. He literally ran all the way to her rear porch where he stopped and looked up at her. Up close, she was even more lovely than she was from a distance. Danny could feel a decided growth in his trousers.
"Hi," he said to the woman. "I'm Danny Fallon. I live just down the street."
The brunette woman smiled, revealing beautiful, white teeth. "Hello, Danny. I'm happy to know you. I'm Mrs. Dorin. I've just moved into this house."
"Yes, I heard that you were moving in, or had moved in. I mean, I heard that some woman had moved in. Naturally, I didn't know it was you. I mean . .. er... well, I mean to say I'm glad to meet you, too. Is there anything I can help you with, like carrying stuff, or something? I'd be glad to do whatever you needed."
Danny was so excited he could barely talk to this lovely creature. He was particularly conscious of her large tits, which were still more than one-half exposed to view despite the fact that she was standing erect now. He wanted desperately to bury his face between them, an act that he particularly liked doing.
'That's very nice of you, Danny," Mrs. Dorin replied graciously. "As a matter of fact, I do have a few little jobs I need help with. The sort of thing that requires a man's strength."
Danny liked this very much. It had sounded like she was including him with the men. "All right, Mrs. Dorin, just show me what you want done. I'll be glad to help you. After all, we're neighbors.. . almost."
She opened the door and held it for him while at the same time giving him a most welcome look. This look would have been hard to describe, he decided, but it was there just the same. Danny knew an invitation when he saw one. He stepped up onto the porch and passed by her, touching her body slightly with his own to see what she would do. What she did was wonderful, in his opinion. She held still for it. She allowed him to rub against her gently as he moved into the house. Danny was more excited than ever and he knew he must fight himself a little to keep control over his emotions. It would never do to make a false move now. Wait. Let her make the overt moves, if she would. If she would not, then it was time enough for him to make one.
Mrs. Dorin closed the door and locked it.
Overt move number one, Danny decided happily.
She looked at him from beneath lowered lashes.
Overt move number two.
"Come here, Danny," she coaxed seductively.
This was all he needed. With a grin on his face, he went to her and promptly put his arm about her middle and squeezed her lightly. "I like you," he said huskily.
She hugged him quickly. "Why, Danny, what a nice boy you are," she cooed softly.
"I liked you the minute I saw you, Mrs. Dorin. You're some woman. I like real women. You're a real woman. I can tell just by looking at you."
She leaned back and looked into his eyes searchingly. "Well, I'll be damned," she said and laughed musically. "You've got the hots, haven't you, Danny?"
There it was - the strong overt move in the form of a word. "Yes, Mrs. Dorin," he said eagerly. "You're right. I've got the hots. I've got the hots for you."
She laughed again and reaching down quickly, pleased him immensely by feeling his penis through the cloth of his pants. "Why it's hard," she squealed almost like a young girl. "How very delightful. Would you . . . like to use it,. Danny?" She seemed unsure of herself as she asked the question but this passed quickly.
"Are you kiddin'? Of course I'd like to use it, Mrs. Dorin." He recalled she had locked the door. Wonderful.
"Shall we ... go somewhere and see what happens?"
Again she laughed musically and this time added to the pleasure of the sound by hugging him tightly with one arm while her other hand again lightly felt his hard-on. "Come with me, Danny, to the bedroom."
"Sure, Mrs. Dorin." Danny was so excited by this invitation that he found it difficult to speak clearly but managed to do so nevertheless. "Lead the way."
She kept her arm about his waist even as he held hers and the two of them crossed the kitchen, passed through the living room and entered a bedroom. He saw that the covers had been turned down and this surprised him a little, for he thought that no one did this except his grandmother. Apparently, other women did it, too.
He had little time to think of mundane matters of this sort for Mrs. Dorin had turned her shapely body about partially so that they now stood facing each other. Danny's prick pressed hard against his trousers. She moved her hips back and forth sensuously as she stepped closer still and rubbed her tummy against his raging penis. God, this felt good. Her body was so warm and wonderful it was almost unbelievable.
"Does this feel good to you, boy?" she asked softly.
"Yes. It sure does," he replied. "You've got an awful nice ... body."
Again Mrs. Dorin laughed pleasantly. "Let's get on the bed, dear and see what we can do for each other."
"Yeah, sure," Danny said quickly.
They lay on the bed together, facing each other, holding each other's back. Their eyes met in an intent gaze and then suddenly they both grinned widely. Mrs. Dorin kissed Danny on the mouth and he responded by tonguing her lightly. She drew back, looked at him in surprise, apparently, and kissed him again. Her kisses were terrific, Danny thought. Her lips were so soft and warm and wonderful. Everything about this woman appeared to be warm and wonderful.
He pressed his cock against her tummy.
"Oh . .. my," she exclaimed.
"Can I pull up your dress, Mrs. Dorin?" he asked bluntly, almost out of his mind with passion now.
She pulled back and looked at him with her lovely dark eyes. "Why ... yes ... I think that would be fun, Danny. Do pull my skirt up."
His hand shook as he placed it behind her knee for a moment and then moved it up her smooth thigh. When he heard her sigh he knew everything was going to be fine for him. His hand crept up her thigh further still, until it encountered flesh. She was not wearing pantyhose, Danny discovered at this point. Wonderful. Ordinary stockings turned him on far more than pantyhose and he was pleased that she wore them. His hand crept between her thighs and immediately he felt the smooth texture of her warm flesh. How delicious it was to have your hand between a lovely, mature woman's willing thighs, Danny thought.
Willing thighs?
Danny knew a strange feeling then. For the first time in his life he wanted to get his face between a woman's thighs.
"God," he muttered. "I'm hot."
"Do whatever you want to, Danny," she told him quietly.
"I want to kiss... it," he blurted. "Is that all right?"
"That will be fine, Danny," she told him.
There was something about the way she spoke the words that turned him on tremendously, not that he needed any more turning on. He moaned and kissed her thighs, now wet with passion. She moaned and rubbed her fingers through his hair, clutching and grabbing at it, pulling it, and finally simply rubbing his head. Again he moaned and pulled her legs apart at the same time. Burying his face between her warm thighs, he kissed her flesh repeatedly while she turned and tossed on the bed, evidently in the throes of passion. Finally, he felt one of her legs go about his neck and he was caught in a delicious female grasp. He shifted his position so that he was more on top of her legs now than between them. Her leg about his neck hooked even more and he felt the nylon of her thigh on one side of his face, that of her calf on the opposite. His heart thumping with high excitement, he gave himself over to be clutched in this hot and passionate manner.
"I like this," he murmured. "I really like this."
"And I like it, too, dear. Will you please thrust your sweet young tongue up my . .. hole. Just pull my panties aside and thrust away, boy. My, but you're making me so hot I'm ready to have a convulsion or something."
"I'll try," he replied eagerly and thrust his tongue out of his mouth. He ran it along the inner sides of her warm thighs and felt her body trembling, quivering with anticipation. Reaching in with his hand, he held her panty strip to one side, and with her cunt finally exposed, he ran his tongue over it quickly and lightly, fearful of doing any more at that precise moment. She screamed.
He lifted his head and looked at her dark eyes which seemed to loom directly behind her tit mounds. Her eyes stared straight back into his and he saw her wink once.
"Oh, man," he groaned. "I'm glad I saw you on the porch."
"So am I, Danny. Now then, will you please stick your tongue into my twat again, dear?"
"I sure will," he cried eagerly. "I like to do this. This is just crazy great stuff. Your legs are so warm and soft, and your... your cunt... is ... well, it's just the hottest, wettest thing I ever saw. I could tongue you all day long. Honest. I just love it." This was the longest speech to a female Danny had ever made in his life. Usually, he talked to a woman in short spurts, not wanting to waste time and energy on words.
"I think," she said as if having reconsidered her previous request, "that if you'll get off me I can pull off my panties and then you can get at it easier. Don't you think so, dear?" She looked at him sharply.
"Oh ... all right." Danny moved away from her and watched as she lifted her lovely hips and pulled down her panties, taking them off entirely and tossing them to the floor. "Take off your skirt, too, Mrs. Dorin," he blurted. "I'd like to see you bare. Leave your stockings on, though. I like stockings on a lovely woman like you."
She was now totally naked except for her stockings and the little belt about her waist that served to hold them up. Danny stared at her shapely, tanned body, noting her rising and falling breasts, the tiny pinkish nipples attached to them, the exciting shape of the twin mounds. His hand cupped one of her full tits as she fastened her gaze on his eyes. He rubbed the soft flesh and still she looked him deeply in the eye.
"Suck it, dear," she said quietly. "Suck my titty, please."
"Yes," he heard himself say. "I'd like to suck your titty, Mrs. Dorin. You have pretty titties."
"Suck them, please," she appealed again. "Both of them. In fact, suck everything you see. I like to be sucked by young boys. I like it very much."
Danny did not think of himself as being a young boy despite the fact that he was. However, he took no offense at her remark. It would be silly to take offense at anything this lovely female might say. The idea was to seduce her in every way imaginable. Nothing else mattered. "And I like sucking you," he returned, eyeing her pretty lips and wondering what it would be like to have them fastened securely about his quivering cock.
"Please," she said impatiently. "Suck my titties. I want you to do it so very much."
Danny lowered his face to her bosom and took a nipple lightly between his lips, applying suction to it. The delightful little point popped into his mouth all the way along with much of her breast flesh itself. He ran his tongue over her flesh, sucking as hard as he could. She sighed and stroked his head and this seemed to set him up in great style. Shifting to her other breast, he enjoyed it for a long minute and then left it to go lower on her magnificent body. Ah, this was where the real action was, he knew. The lower down, the better it was. He ran his tongue in and out of her navel and felt her shiver. He also felt her pull his hair hard, which told him she was growing even more passionate. Lower still he went until his lips came in contact with the stiff pubic hair. Wonderful! He ran his tongue through the moist hair and found the top portion of her inner wetness.
"Oh, God," she cried, stiffening her entire body instantly. "Oh, God, kid, that's it. Keep that tongue right there, baby."
Danny's cock was terribly hard now and it dripped cum occasionally. He scarcely paid any attention to these squirtings, other than to experience the delightful sense of ejaculation, however small it might be.
"Get your tongue in there, kid," she cried. "Get it way in and make me spasm."
Danny had never heard it put this way but he knew what she meant, perhaps instinctively. "Yes, Mrs. Dorin," he mumbled, but did not go into her immediately. He wanted to play around with the top part of her wet region, the spot he had just tongued, the spot that had caused her to stiffen and cry out. This had turned him on considerably and he sought to obtain the maximum emotion by continuing his lapping of her clit.
"I like to do this," he muttered.
"I can't hear you, dear. Speak louder," she told him, her voice strong with emotion.
"I said I like doing this to you. It makes me hot."
She patted his head lovingly. 'That's a good boy," she said, much as if she were dealing with a puppy dog. "Just keep on being pleasing."
He dug his tongue into her and she squealed rapturously. However, she did something then which startled him. She flung him away from her thighs and threw him over on his back, his cock sticking straight up in the air. He was amazed at her strength. Not knowing what she wanted, he lay still and watched her as she moistened her lips several times as if in preparation for what he had been thinking about a few moments previously. However, she made no move to take his prick in her mouth. Instead, she did something else he had never before experienced but had thought of frequently.
She sat down on his cock, permitting it to enter her warm wetness slowly and beautifully. Danny nearly went off because of the intense heat from her inner body. He fought himself to hold back. He did not want to blow off quickly. That would put an end to things much too soon.
She sank down lower on him, her cunt surrounding his cock and holding it in a tight viselike grip.
"Wonderful," he sighed. "Man, is that ever wonderful."
"You like my hot cunt over your parts, don't you, dear?" she asked, eyeing him with those dark, lust-filled orbs of hers.
"Yes. It feels great." Danny swallowed hard. "I'm getting . . . fucked, aren't I, Mrs. Dorin?"
She grinned tensely. "Yes, dear. I like to fuck young boys. It really turns me on. Getting fucked by them is fine, too, but sometimes I prefer to handle the action my own way."
"I like it, too," he cried out. "Please fuck me, Mrs. Dorin. I need to be fucked real bad."
She grinned tensely again and began to move her great hips about in a circular manner. The friction of the movement nearly drove Danny wild with urge. Again he nearly blew off, but managed to retain his fluid. He must hold back, he thought. Only a silly fool would go off quickly when he had his cock up such a warm and wonderful cunt.
"God," she murmured, "but you are hard, kid. Hard as a rock."
Danny muttered something or other that made no sense whatever. He was not in the mood for making sense with words, for his emotions were running rampant now and they were engulfing him in their torrents, leaving him unable to verbalize coherently for the moment.
"How do you like it, kid?" she asked, grunting the words as her tanned, firm body moved up and down on his penis. "Does it feel good? You're not saying much."
Danny struggled to reply. "It feels. .. great, Mrs. Dorin. How do you . .. like it?"
She leaned over him more so that her tits were now hanging down over his chest. "I love it, boy. I love the hell out of it. Fucking kids is my specialty."
He swallowed hard, moistening his dry lips afterwards. "I'm glad you like to fuck kids," He swallowed again. "I'm a kid. That's why I'm glad."
"You're a hot kid, you know that. This cock of yours is beautiful. Feels just great rammed up my cunt. Any time you feel like spurting, go right ahead. You young boys can always fuck several times in a row." She looked at him sharply. "You can fuck more than one time, can't you, boy?" she asked.
"Sure. I guess so. Man, I'm so hot. I guess maybe I'll just do like you said and spray your insides."
She laughed tensely. "You do that, kid. Spray my cunt like mad. I love having my cunt sprayed with cock juice."
"Oh ... Jesus," he moaned. 'The way you talk to me drives me nuts, Mrs. Dorin."
"I like the way you keep calling me 'Mrs. Dorin' for some reason. Don't stop doing it. Makes me all the hotter."
"I'm going to ..." he started to say but stopped.
She pumped him hard. "You're .. . going . .. to ... do ... what, kid?" she grunted.
"Oh, shit," he moaned, turning his head from side to side repeatedly. "Oh ... God!"
The look of Danny's face was one of wild ecstasy. The passion of the moment had totally overtaken him.
"Come on now, boy, give it to Mrs. Dorin," she begged, as she worked her hips about and up and down expertly. "Let me feel the hot spurtings of your cock juice."
"Oh, God," Danny moaned again. "I think I'm ... going . .. crazy . .."
"Just blow 'em off, dear. Blow 'em off in my cunt. This lady wants you to blow 'em off in her cunt. Her cunt needs your juice, kid, give it to her. Now!"
Danny closed his eyes, stiffened his body and promptly emptied the contents of his rod into the older woman's warm wetness.
She pumped him dry expertly.
He sighed deeply and exploded with another load of cum almost immediately.
Again she pumped him dry .. . and kept on pumping his cock as if determined to drain his body completely of its fluids.
And drain him again she did.
The third time was the biggest, longest, most satisfying explosion he had ever experienced. The stuff seemed to squirt up into her inner body without ever ending.
"That's the way to do it, boy. You're some good fucker, you are, kid," she gasped, as her own body shuddered, giving evidence that she, too, was having repeated orgasms.
"So are you," he replied weakly.
She gasped and shuddered again. "So am I what, boy?" she asked, even as her cunt continued to jack him off powerfully.
"So are you some good fucker," he told her, as the last of his cock juice shot upwards into her steaming twat.
CHAPTER FOUR
John Berry, a twenty-five-year-old tall, blond man, had a girl friend named Janice Evans who was a rather small girl, brunette, with very dark, flashing eyes and a creamy complexion. They had been going together on a more or less steady basis for two years. For the past year they had been swapping partners with Sammy Spreen, an average-looking brown-haired twenty-eight-year-old and his girl, Doris Harmes. Doris was a stunning green-eyed redhead. The four of them often got together for fun and games.
This Saturday evening was no exception. All four had gathered together at John's apartment and were now sitting on the floor, drinking and talking. All four people were naked from the waist up. They had made this condition a sort of rule early in their friendship. Another rule was that no one should ever feel guilty about their sexual activities. If a member of the small group did have guilt feelings, he or she was supposed to tell the others about it at once. So far, there had been remarkably little of this.
Now, as they sat on the thick carpet sipping their drinks and talking up a storm, it was the redhead, Doris, who made a suggestion that perked up the ears of the other three.
She said, quite abruptly, "Let's have a daisy chain thing tonight. Maybe we can do it a different way. Does anyone have any new ideas?"
The other three exchanged glances quickly. Then they all looked directly at Doris who was sipping her drink again, as if expecting to hear more from her.
She took a deep breath. "Well, for one thing, how about the guys removing their pants and underpants? I for one would like to see some cock, just to get the evening started right."
John and Sammy looked at each other, nodded, and began to remove their slacks. Then they took off their briefs as well and placed the clothing over nearby chairs. John and Sammy sat back down, their penises in full view of the two girls. Both cocks were limp at the moment, but everyone knew this condition would not last long. It never had.
John spoke. "Well, Doris, what next? I'm asking you because you're the one who brought up the matter in the first place." He coughed. "I mean, the daisy chain business."
"I asked for suggestions," Doris returned. "Anyone have any new ideas? I'd really like to get with some different action. Something unusual." She looked at first one man and then the other.
"Come on, you guys," she encouraged. 'Think up something original."
It was the brunette, Janice, who spoke then. "We've tried everything anyone could ever think of, Doris, haven't we?"
Doris appeared thoughtful. "I suppose so. I just have this determined hankering for something different, I suppose. Might as well forget it, I guess."
John spoke. "Maybe well think of something as the evening wears on, Doris."
Doris grinned at John. "You're pretty limp, John. Hope you haven't been taking any bennies or stuff."
John grinned back. "Not a chance. I know what my thing is - it's being here with you people, not freaking out over some pills."
"Guys who take bennies," Doris said absently, "are not worth a damn, ordinarily."
"Right," the other three said in unison as if they had rehearsed it.
Sammy moved over closer to Janice, who was John's girl. "Mind if I touch your tit, Janice?" he asked. They often started out an evening of sex by being excessively polite. He continued. 'They look particularly pretty tonight."
Janice turned and smiled at Sammy. "Of course I don't mind, Sam, but I appreciate your asking. That's awfully sweet of you."
Sammy grinned. "Oh, I'm the sweetest guy in the world. Everyone says that."
"John's sweet, too," Janice said quickly.
"How about that?" John asked, laughing.
Doris moved close to John. "Hey, man," she said, "as long as we're asking for things, would you mind if I sucked your prick and got it hard?"
John stopped laughing and grinned tensely. "Help ... yourself... Doris." His breathing picked up in tempo immediately.
Doris bent her head over his penis and a moment later he felt the warm wetness of her soft lips as she sucked at his cock flesh.
He drew in his breath sharply. 'That's nice, Doris. Keep on with it." He was on his hands and knees now and she lay under him, looking up at his crotch and tummy. "Want me to lie down on your face, Doris?" John asked.
"No. Just stay the way you are. I want to milk you, baby."
Milk him she did - with her lips. John knew the pleasant sensation of growing hard because of the persistent tugging at his penis by those soft, feminine lips. He knew the heat of passion as she continued to suck his cock, and when his peak arrived, he felt the overpoweringly wonderful sensation of squirting his jism into her mouth cavity. He continued jetting his cock fluid into her mouth for many long moments and when finally she had sucked him dry, she squealed and pushed him over on his back. Then she proceeded to sit on his face.
"Now it's your turn, Johnny," Doris breathed hard. "Your turn to have fun." Doris quite often put it this way. She thought the fun part was in the sucking and the tonguing.
John began to lap her moist box eagerly. Neither he nor Doris noticed that Sammy and Janice were doing a heated sixty-nine (or a ninety-six, as they sometimes referred to it jokingly).
John tongued out Doris thoroughly until she had her orgasm and then when she pushed away from him, he decided she had had enough for the time and sat up.
"Whew," he said, wiping his brow of perspiration. "That was a fast start, Doris."
"Yes," she agreed, and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Look at what Sam and Jan are doing. Looks like we weren't the only ones busy working."
John had to turn around to see the other couple on the carpet. They were going at each other like crazy, he noted. He watched for only a moment then turned back to face Doris. "Hot," he murmured, meaning the action of Sammy and Janice.
Doris shrugged. "Yes. It's hot, but it's the same old stuff. Like I said earlier, I'd like to think of something new and different."
John frowned slightly. "Such as what?" He wasn't sure he altogether liked her remark. After all, he had just finished pleasing her, or so he had thought. This idea that she still wanted something more implied that she wanted something better than what he had just given her. However, he soon rejected this thought as being rather juvenile. The more he studied her, as he had been doing for several moments, the more it dawned on him that she might have just latched onto something interesting. It was an excellent idea to look for a new thrill. John rubbed the tip of his nose, looked at Sammy and Janice momentarily as they continued sucking, and then looked away.
"Hey," he said to Doris. "Maybe we should join them, make it a four-way fest."
Doris returned his glance and raised her brown eyes. "But we've done that so many times already."
John grinned. "You've eaten breakfast a great many times, too, but you still do it, don't you?"
Doris grinned. "Oh, boy, are we ever sharp tonight." She patted John affectionately on the thigh, apparently to make certain he did not take her the wrong way.
John got to his feet, his cock hanging limply between his legs. He was not even aware of it. He held out his hand to Doris to help her to her feet. "Let's go to the bar and get a fresh drink."
"Okay. Maybe that will set us to thinking about a new way to perform."
They crossed the room to the bar and John fixed them a mixed drink of his own concoction, offering her glass to her as he stirred his own. 'Try this. It may not set your mind to thinking creatively about a new sex thrill, but it will probably make you feel better."
Doris lifted her glass to her lips. "Here's," she said, not completing the time-honored toast.
"Back to you," John said and sipped his own drink.
They stood there, both of them naked, studying each other. "Maybe we should put on some clothes," Doris said, dreamily. "I can usually think better when I'm dressed."
John laughed. "You've been known to have some very good thoughts while not dressed." Doris actually blushed.
John looked at her. "Well, I'll be damned. You're blushing."
Doris blinked. "I'm human, damn it."
John turned his eyes away from her and to where his girl friend, Janice, and Sammy lay on the floor sucking each other vigorously. "You know something? I think we're a bit jaded. A scene like that one over there would have turned me on tremendously two years ago. Now I can watch it and hardly bat an eye."
"I know," Doris said. 'That's precisely what I've been talking about tonight. I want something new, something that will turn me on like mad." She touched John's arm. "You pleased me a great deal a few minutes ago. I don't mean to imply that you didn't. It's just that I, too, have become jaded. I want something wild to happen. Something really wild and exciting beyond belief."
John looked at her searchingly. "I'm afraid," he remarked drily, "that you'll have to buy a horse."
Doris bit her lips and tried not to grin, but she couldn't prevent the look appearing on her face. It came first to her lips, broke into a smile and finally into a laugh. "Wow! Think of it. Me, with a horse!" She seemed to be contemplating it for the moment and then she shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm a man-woman. I'm not the type for the bestiality bit. Animals, ugh!"
John nodded. "You know, don't you, that I was just kidding?"
Doris touched his arm again quickly. "Of course I do. I know you, John. After all, you're my steady swap partner."
John heard a sound in back of him, turned and saw that Sammy and Janice were on their feet and walking toward the bar. Both looked warm and sweaty and why shouldn't they, he thought, after what they had just finished doing. "Well," he said to his girl, Janice. "How was it? Did my old buddy take care of you, honey?"
Janice smiled prettily, revealing her white, even teeth. "Sam was pretty hot tonight. Yes, I'd say we had a pretty good blow session, wouldn't you say so, Sam?"
Sam rubbed his chin and smiled. "I'd say it was most satisfactory."
John quickly mixed drinks for Sam and Janice and handed the glasses to them. All four people raised their glasses to their mouths and drank. The glasses were set down together as if it were a ritual of some sort.
"Well," Doris said at length, knocking her red hair out of her eyes at the same time. "I have to bring this up, especially to you two." She meant Sam and Janice, of course. "But I'd still like someone to try and come up with a new deal. Can't we all concentrate on the matter?" She darted glances to the three people before her.
"Hell, Doris," Sammy returned. 'There isn't anything all that new and you damn well know it. We four have already tried everything there is short of out-and-out sadism and masochism. None of us seems to care much about that sort of thing. What I'm trying to say, Doris, is that you're wasting your time in trying to create an entirely new sex thing. There ain't no such animal," he concluded with a grin.
Doris sighed. "I suppose so. And I don't like lesbian stuff, and neither does Janice."
Sammy laughed. "Oh, so you've tried that, have you? Good for you, baby." There was no malice in his remark.
Doris nodded and so did Janice. Janice was the one to reply. "Of course we have tried it. Several times, in fact. It left us cold. It's not for us one bit. As far as we're concerned, it's real dumb. Give me a cock any time."
John laughed uneasily and all turned to look at him. "Hey," he said. "I don't know why but my prick has just grown like mad. Look at the damn thing, standing up and quivering. What did you say, Janice, what might have caused this?"
Janice giggled as she looked at his rod. "I didn't say anything that would cause you to get a hard-on. Not that I know of, at least."
Doris reached down in full view of the others and stroked John's prick lightly, her fingers encircling the hard tube and gently squeezing it as she stroked. "Hmmm," she sighed, "what a marvelous thing an erection is. What a horrible world it would be if men could never get one."
Everyone laughed tensely.
An hour passed and nothing much happened except that they all drank more than usual. John's erection left quickly.
At ten o'clock John glanced at his watch and muttered something unintelligible. Doris glanced at him quickly.
"What?" she asked. "What did you say?" She appeared to be studying his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," he replied. "Guess I've had too much to drink. I was muttering and when a guy does that he's had too much."
Janice came to him and put her arm about his waist. "Hey, baby," she said. "Is my man having trouble?"
"Nothing you couldn't remove ... if you'd like to, that is."
Janice looked startled. "Why, honey, that's a funny way to talk to me ... I'm your girl, man."
John nodded. "I know. Sorry. Drunk, I guess." He wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, something he never did when sober.
Sammy finished his drink and spoke. "What say we all go out... to a club, or something? I know a place in the country, not too far, maybe eight or nine miles. It's a real groovy joint. Lots of keen-looking broads."
"Hey," Janice objected. "Who wants to go where there's lots of keen-looking broads?"
Both men smiled, saying nothing.
"Let's all go to bed," Doris suggested. "I mean, let's go to bed and sleep. Not fuck."
The other three looked at her curiously.
"I mean it," she said. "I mean go to sleep, all of us. We might as well. All we're doing is drinking. Drinking is okay but it doesn't lead anywhere. You all know that."
"Okay," John said. "Let's all get into my bed."
A few minutes later they were in his bed. The lights were turned off and all four people lay quietly, side by side, touching one another but not speaking for some time. Finally, Doris spoke.
"Anyone want to have a chain deal?" she asked.
No one answered.
"For Pete's sake," she said angrily. "Am I getting out of line with the rest of you?"
John patted her arm. "Of course not."
"You aren't getting out of line," Janice said, evidently to reassure Doris.
"Right," Sammy said in addition. "Not at all. I like to hear you talk that way. Keep it up."
"How come tonight no one seems to tune me in?" Doris wanted to know. "I feel almost like a stranger." She looked from one to the other slowly.
John -lifted himself up until he was resting on his elbow. He stared straight into Doris' eyes. "Do you really?" he asked, his tone sounding odd even to him.
Doris jumped up from the bed. Landing on the floor, her eyes flashed as she looked at the other three. "Goddamn it! All evening long I've been asking you people to try to think of something new to do, sexually. All you can say is we've already done everything, the four of us. Well, what have we done? We've sucked cocks, lapped cunts till hell won't have it, we've buggered one another, some of us have, and we've honey-dipped. We've jacked off cocks, finger fucked cunts, rubbed tits and balls and what-have-you. You people are absolutely correct. We have done everything except resort to bestiality. None of us wants that. At least I don't. So what in Christ's name do we have left to do for excitement? Personally, I'm fed up with sucking the cum from a cock. I like it fine, but I'm fed up with it, too, if you understand what I mean." She looked angrily from one to the other of her three friends. "What's the matter with you people? I'm asking for some fresh, new excitement. Why, goddamn it, don't you try to give it to me?" She stood there in the middle of the room, entirely nude, glaringly angrily at the people on the bed.
One by one her three friends, John, Sam and Janice got up from the bed. John opened a closet door nearby. There were several tennis racquets inside the closet as well as the usual clothing. John paid no attention to any of these items. Instead, he reached into the rear of the closet and pulled forth three horsewhips. Silently, as Doris' face began to blanche, he handed two of the whips to Sammy and Janice, retaining the third for his own use. Then the three of them began to circle Doris as she stood in the middle of the room. No one said a word. The only sounds heard were those of whips being slapped against the palms of hands as the three people circled Doris.
Doris eyed her friends with fascination. Even as they surrounded her repeatedly she made no move away from them.
Finally, John uncurled his whip and struck the wall with it. Both Sammy and Janice followed suit, slapping the wall hard with their whips.
Doris moaned loudly and flung her body across the bed, face down, her arms covering her face on all sides. Evidently, she knew what to expect.
It was not long in coming.
John, Sammy and Janice, all standing on one side of the bed and together, began to whip the silent girl on the bed. Repeatedly, they struck her over the buttocks, on the small part of the back, on the thighs.
The silent girl on the bed was no longer silent.
She began to sob ... but they were strange-sounding sobs.
As the whips alternated in their brisk contact with her soft flesh, her strange-sounding sobs became louder and louder.
The whip blows became more severe.
Doris' buttocks became exceedingly red and angry looking.
All three of her tormentors upon noting the condition of her ass cheeks, aimed their blows determinedly at the same spot.
Doris screamed. It was a long, shuddering type of scream and it lasted for a precise period of time, even as the whips descended on her naked flesh with growing fury. It lasted the same length of time her orgasm required to obtain its complete fulfillment purpose.
Doris screamed again, but this time the scream did not last nearly as long. Her orgasm had been shorter in duration.
A curious thing happened then. As if they had rehearsed it, which they had not, Doris turned over on her back and opened her mouth suggestively.
Both men dropped their whips. So did Janice. Placing herself between the two men she began to jack each of the fiercely hard cocks, one with each hand. The men leaned over the bed, resting on their hands and arms, their pricks pointed directly at Doris' face and breasts. Janice, seemingly aware of the exact thing to do, jacked their cocks efficiently. The men stiffened their bodies as Doris licked her dry lips frantically.
Finally, Janice had jacked them up to the peak and over it.
Two thick, gray streams of cock juice spurted out of the men's rods, striking Doris on the tummy, her tits and her mouth. She swallowed hungrily as she was being splashed with cum. She became literally flooded with cock juices. Some got into her hair. Some struck her cunt region, which caused her to shudder violently.
It was a wild scene.
Doris had wanted something new, and while this scene might not have been altogether new to some people, it evidently was to her.
When the men had stopped their squirtings, she ran her hands over her moistened body and gathered up globs of cum, thrusting her fingers into her mouth in a most exciting manner.
"Oh, God. .. thank you," she moaned at last. "Thank you. Thank you for something new and different. That was exactly what I needed."
John quietly put the whips back in the closet. No one spoke to Doris. There was no need for words. They had communicated with their actions and it had been sufficient.
After a few moments, John and Sammy helped Doris to her feet. Janice took her hand.
"Come with me, honey," Janice said. "It's my turn."
Doris looked at her oddly. "What do you mean - your turn?"
Janice laughed nicely. "Why, honey, I'm going to give you a bath. That's all I mean."
CHAPTER FIVE
While much has been written about love between the sexes and among the sexes, comparatively little has been said in laymen's books concerning self-love and the sexuality that attends it. It is far more common than many people think, and we are not here discussing youth and youthful practices. We are talking about adults. Both men and women indulge in self-love, some of them extensively and even for a lifetime. Let us consider the case history of Steven Howe, a twenty-year-old, good-looking fair-haired man. Steven was single; he didn't have a steady girl friend. He was not a homosexual. To all appearances, he was an ordinary fellow who minded his own business, was reasonably kind and considerate, got along well with his peers and had a fairly secure job. In general he was like a great many other young men of comparable age. He liked to wear his hair long; he dressed in the latest mod attire (with some restraint because of his job) and he was well aware that he presented a good and likable image. However...
Steven Howe did not care to go out with girls, except on rare occasions.
He had no real intimate friends of either sex, yet he was not the typical loner, for he enjoyed being around people some of the time.
Steven Howe was a self-lover. How he had become one even he did not know. It seemed he had always been like this. In the very early days of his masturbation he had thought he was possibly crazy, or at best anti-social, but as he grew older and read on the subject of masturbation, he realized that he was different from most men and that he very likely always would be.
He vastly preferred imaginatory love to any other form of sexual pleasure.
He held rein on his senses by being constantly aware of his fantasizing.
It was early evening and Steven Howe was home, in his apartment, having worked hard all day at his job with the large mercantile firm downtown. He had a drink when he came home and was now in the bathroom stripping off his clothes, getting ready to take a shower. When he was nude and had adjusted the water so that the temperature was just right, he stepped under the falling stream of water and soaped his entire body.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back so that the water would wash the soap from his face and neck. He had a dislike of soap getting in his eyes, which most people have. However, with Steven it was almost a violent dislike. Because he was a self-lover, soap in his eyes affected him this way. It was not good to do any sort of harm to the thing he loved most - his own body. He had very decided attitudes about certain matters, particularly those sexual things dealing with his body. There were times when he would have doubts about himself and his lifestyle, but these doubts would soon dissipate and he would regain his self-confidence and continue with his mode of living, his manner of action.
Now, he stepped out of the shower and briskly rubbed his strong, powerful body with a thick towel until he was dry. He did not wrap a robe about his nudity but instead deliberately walked into the bedroom and stood looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror, liking what he saw, enjoying the sight of his own nakedness.
This was not merely ego. It was genuine fondness.
Ego did enter into it a moment later. "Hi, baby," he said to his own reflection, kidding himself really. "You look pretty good for a dumb bastard." He glanced down at his limp penis. "Man," he said, as if talking to it. "You sure are small tonight. Have to do something about you." This may have sounded slightly mad, but the redeeming thing about it was that Steven Howe was fully aware of it. He grinned. "Have to watch this talking-to-my-own-reflection bit," he murmured. "I'll be cracking up one of these days if I don't." He did not really mean this for one moment. It was just another instance of kidding himself for the purpose of gaining a laugh. Steven enjoyed laughing, and quite often at himself.
He playfully pulled the hair on his chest, watching the reflection of himself doing it. "Looks like it's growing longer of late," he muttered. "Wonder if a guy's chest hair gets longer when he gets older." He could have cared less about this - it was just more of the same thing - the playing with himself in every conceivable manner.
His fingers stole down to his penis. He jacked himself gently, slowly, his tube growing and hardening quickly. Soon it was erect and firm. Steven grinned at the reflection of it. "Pretty little devil," he muttered, pleased with himself. "Wonder if I should make him spurt?" While he intended this to be a sort of question, he had no intention of attempting to answer it verbally. Action was the way to answer questions.
Wasn't it?
Steven grinned. "A psychiatrist would say I was completely gone, I'll bet," he murmured. "I wonder if I just might be."
He shrugged. "Hell with it," he said a moment later. "Enjoy yourself, baby. What else is there, really?"
He went to the bed and lay down on it, his hand gently massaging his penis. Thrills ran through him, one after the other. He knew he was not going to merely masturbate this time. This time he was going for the supreme kick.
Steven Howe was going to fuck himself.
Crazy? Possibly. But there are many people of this type to date, mostly unknown to sex scientists.
Steven Howe drew his legs up over his head until his feet were touching - and even pressing against the wall over the head of his bed. Because he had done this many times, it was no problem to balance himself in this unnatural position.
He allowed his crotch region to settle down slowly, until his prick was near his mouth. Wild excitement running through him now, he parted his lips and with some maneuvering, he managed to thrust the head of his cock into his mouth. At the same time his lips fastened happily about his cock head, his fingers began to stroke the hardened tube farther back.
For anyone walking into the room it would have been a wild-looking scene indeed. A young man on his back, his body doubled over himself, his feet against the wall in back of his head and his cock in his mouth.
Steven Howe committed the ultimate in self-love acts.
He jacked off into his own mouth.
Or, as he preferred to think of it, he had intercourse with himself.
The hot, thick fluid streamed into his aching throat and he swallowed it down greedily. Every drop of it. He sucked his own penis until it was dry. Remaining in this position for a few moments afterward, he squeezed and massaged his prick, wondering if he should repeat the process. Finally, however, he brought his legs down in place and lay quietly on the bed, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
"It's beautiful," he said aloud.
Was Steven Howe a lunatic or perhaps a jerk?
Who can say?
How many men can honestly claim at least during some period of their lives that they have not had the thought of pleasing themselves in a manner more exciting and gratifying than simple, ordinary masturbation?
CHAPTER SIX
Joe Green had an urge in his loins as he sat in his father's car with his girl friend, Susan Swartz. He put his hand in his pocket, felt the change and loose bills there. And then he felt an even greater urgent throbbing at his thighs. His cock was in heat and Joe knew that tonight he would satisfy all his sexual needs. He was determined to fuck Susan tonight. He had purposely suggested to Susan that they drive out to his folks' cottage at the lake and spend the evening together. There were plenty of beds there. It would be more comfortable than a car. He had managed to sneak a bottle of wine from his father's supply. Joe wasn't at all sure that Susan needed to be fed wine before she got fucked, but why take chances, he had thought. After all, he didn't know her too well, as yet. He hadn't even talked sex to her to any great degree - the bottle of wine might be just the incentive she would need.
They were only about a mile from the lake when Joe glanced over at Susan for the fifth or sixth time. Previously, when he had glanced at her, she had kept her eyes trained on the road ahead. This time, however, she turned and looked back at him and smiled warmly.
"Hi," he said, grinning. "How do you feel, Susan?" Even he wasn't sure what he meant by this question. It was just something to say.
"Feel okay," she responded. "How far is it to the cottage?"
"We're almost there," he told her, his pulse picking up speed at the thought.
"You sure no one knows we're going there - to the cottage, I mean?"
"Nobody knows. I swiped the keys to the cottage. My dad won't miss them. He doesn't go there much this time of year." It was the month of May.
Susan shivered a little. 'There won't be any . . . mice or stuff around, will there, Joe?"
"No. It's like a house in town. I mean it was built well." He hoped this would put her fears at rest. Christ, he didn't want her feeling scared - of anything. That wouldn't do, at all. He wanted her to feel good. Maybe he ought to stop the car and give her a drink of wine? He no more than had the thought when he slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a sudden halt. It was a country road and there was no traffic to cause problems.
"Hey," she cried. "Why are you stopping? Are we there?"
"No. Just thought I'd like a drink. I've got a bottle of wine. You take a drink, too. Okay?"
"What kind of wine is it, Joe?"
"Good-tasting stuff - blackberry. You'll like it. I know."
Her voice sounded relieved as if she had tried some wines previously that she definitely disliked. "Blackberry? That's good stuff. Where's the bottle?"
"In the trunk - in a box. I put it there in case the cops might stop us for some reason." He took the key out of the ignition, opened the door and stepped out of the car. He unlocked the trunk, got the wine and returned to the front seat, taking care to lock the car door after him. He did this because of the many cases of recent attacks on kids as they sat in their cars while parking on lonely roads. He handed the bottle to Susan after removing the cap. "Here. Take some of this. It's really great."
Susan took the bottle and raised it to her pretty lips. She sipped slowly.
"Go on," he urged. "Take a real drink. It'll make you feel good."
"Okay, but isn't it kind of dangerous to drink in a car like this?"
"Yeah. But this is a country road. No cops out here. At least I've never seen any on this road."
Susan took a much bigger drink, and wiping her mouth with her fingers, giggled. "Hey, Joe," she said. "Let's have a real ball, shall we?"
He laughed easily. "Sure, Sue. That's the idea. Can I have a drink now?"
She handed him the bottle and surprised him pleasantly by squeezing his thigh with her other hand at the same time. "I feel good already," she confessed.
"Wait awhile," he told her. "Well really have a ball at the cottage." He took a swig from the bottle, then another. He handed it back to her and watched as she did likewise, smiling over the bottle at him as she drank.
'Tastes good, doesn't it?" he asked, eyeing her legs. She wore a very short skirt and light blouse with a plunging neckline. Susan had possibly the prettiest legs in the entire school. He had often noticed them, even before he had thought of going steady with her. Sometimes he now wondered why he had waited so long before asking her for that first date. He must have been nuts, he thought.
"Yeah, this sure as hell tastes good," she mused, taking another drink from the bottle, a good, long drink this time. "Wow," she said, after swallowing it. "If I keep this up I'll be higher'n a kite."
"That's your dad's expression," he said quickly. "I heard him say that same thing when I was at your house the other night."
"Yeah, I know. My dad drinks quite a bit sometimes. He can get pretty loaded."
"So does mine. He doesn't get really drunk, but he can sure put it away."
She took another drink and handed the bottle to him.
He took a drink, then offered the bottle back to her. She waved her hand without speaking, as if to indicate that she had not quite gotten the other one all the way down yet. He recapped the bottle and put it under the seat, realizing this was not a smart tiling to do, in case of cops. But he did it anyway. A little wine made Joe take more chances than he would normally.
He turned on the headlights and started the car. They drove directly to the cottage, parking at the back of it, close to the door. They got out and he locked the car, unlocked the cottage door and turned on a light. They entered and Susan took a good look around at the place.
"Man," she said. 'This is a nice place. A bit dusty maybe, but nice. This is a better home than most people have to live in all the time. I mean, year 'round."
"I told you it was well built," Joe said, remembering suddenly that he had left the bottle in the car. "Wait a minute," he told her. "I must be getting stupid. Forgot the bottle. I'll go get it." He returned to the car, got the bottle and came back into the cottage. He carefully locked the door and drew the curtains on the windows. "Don't want anyone looking in at us. They might tell my folks we were here," he explained, more to himself than to Susan.
She regarded him strangely. "I've got folks, too, you know, Joe." She said it quietly.
He glanced at her quickly. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to sound so damned self-centered." He grinned at her.
She surprised him pleasantly again, just as she had in the car. Only this time she didn't squeeze his leg - she stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth quickly, her tongue darting in between his lips hotly. Then she pulled back away from him and smiled oddly.
"Did you like that, Joe, baby?" Her eyes were filled with lust now.
Joe was quite excited by all this. "Did I like it? Are you kidding? Of course, I liked it, Susie. Come here. Let's do some more of it."
But she laughed and moved away from him. "I need some more wine first," she confessed. "Honest I do, Joe."
He could understand this easily enough. "Sure," he said, and handed the bottle to her.
She took a long pull at it, much like a boy would, and then gave him the bottle. Joe likewise took a long pull at it and was surprised a few moments later to discover he was getting a bit high. "Wow," he said, without explaining what he meant.
"Wow, yourself," she cried, laughing. Then her face grew serious. "Can I ask you something, Joe?"
He took a deep breath. "Sure. Go ahead and ask me anything you want."
She also took a deep breath, holding it for quite a while and then releasing it in a sudden whoosh of air. "Did you," she said slowly, looking at his lips and not into his eyes, "bring me out here to see if you could fuck me?"
Joe grinned nervously. "Man, what a question to ask a guy. Jesus!" How do I answer that one, he thought. He could feel his cheeks burning a little.
Now, she looked him straight in the eye and her own eyes were very bright. "Just tell me the truth, Joe. Did you bring me here to fuck me?"
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well, hell..." He had a difficult time continuing. "Every guy is .. . usually trying to ... fuck his girl, you ought to know that. At least some of the time, he is. I - er I... hell, I guess I might as well tell you. Yes, I brought you out here to see if I could .. . fuck you, but that's not the only reason. I like you, too. That's another reason. There're all sorts of reasons why I brought you here. I like being alone with you even though we haven't been alone very much and I like .. ."
She held up her hand and stopped him. "Okay, you told me. I asked you and you told me honestly. I like " that."
Joe's heart was pounding hard now. He moistened his dry lips and looked at her titties pushing through the thin fabric of her blouse. "Look," he said. "Would you mind doing something for me?"
She smiled at him. "Such as what, Joe?"
He swallowed. 'Take off your. . . blouse ... let me . . . see your titties bare?"
Her cheeks reddened slightly. "I'd better have another drink of wine, Joe."
"Sure, sure," he said hastily. "We've got more than half a bottle left. Maybe I should have brought two bottles." He handed the bottle to her.
She drank, then handed it back to him. "Boy, I like that stuff. It tastes real fine."
"Yeah, I like it, too," he said, secretly congratulating himself on the wisdom of bringing the wine. He took a drink, tilting his head back as he did so and closing his eyes. When he had finished it, he opened his eyes and was agreeably surprised.
Susan had removed her blouse and he immediately saw she wasn't wearing a bra. She held her arms over her breasts in a rather shy manner, however. She seemed to be having difficulty looking him straight in the eye now, he noted.
He smiled at her nicely, removed his jacket and shirt and let her look at his chest. He had quite a bit of hair on his chest for his age and was quite proud of the fact. 'There," he said. 'That makes us even . .. except that you can see all my chest while I can't see all of yours, if you know what I mean."
In a very shy way she slowly lowered her arms and let him gaze at her pretty, full breasts. Instantly, he got a hard-on. It became so hard it almost hurt him. "Man," he breathed heavily, "are you ever nice. Christ, what a pair of titties. Man, they're out-of-sight. God ..." His own face had reddened, he was sure. It certainly felt like it. God, she was pretty. Man, oh, man, oh, man!
"Do you like .. . them, Joe?" she asked softly.
"Do I? Jesus! What a question! They really turn me on, Sue. Man, do they ever turn me on." For the life of him he could think of nothing better to say to her.
"I'm glad, Joe. I like the looks of your.. . chest, too. It turns me on." She looked away, then straight back at him. "How about another drink?"
Silently, he handed the bottle to her and watched her drink. She returned it and he capped it and set it down without taking a drink himself. "You know something?" he asked slowly.
She looked puzzled. "What?"
"I said, do you know something? I've got a hard-on."
She averted her eyes quickly and he saw the red blush come to her cheeks. It made her particularly desirable, more so than ever. "You must think I'm an awful dumb boob," she said hesitantly. "Blushing all over the place this way."
"I like it," he said. "I like a girl who can blush. Honest I do."
She seemed not to be listening. "Joe," she said, looking at him in a strained manner. "You probably won't believe this, but I'm a . . . virgin."
He swallowed with difficulty because of the high degree of excitement that was passing over him. "Are you?" he asked, knowing it was a stupid thing to say, but saying it anyway.
She looked at the floor. "Yes," she said. "But I can't stay one all my life, can I, Joe?"
His heart pounded harder than before at hearing this revealing statement. "I guess you can't," he answered lamely. "I mean - er, hell, I don't know what I'm saying, I guess."
She nodded. "You're going to fuck me, aren't you, Joe?"
He swallowed hard again. "Only if you'll let me, Sue," he told her. "I won't get rough, or nothing like that. I promise."
She smiled at him. "Thank you, Joe, for saying that. You know, you're a real nice guy. I guess I'd rather lose my ... virginity to a real nice guy than to a guy who's not very nice. You know what I mean, Joe?"
"Sure, sure," he answered quickly, his head seemingly flying a mile above his body. "You're a real great girl, Sue. I'm not just telling you this - I really like you a lot. I mean that."
She covered her breasts with her arms again, but only for a few moments. Apparently, he had frowned when she did this, although he was not fully aware of it. Seeing his frown, she quickly removed her arms from over her breasts and exposed them to his full view.
"You really like looking at them, don't you, Joe?" she asked quietly. "I can tell by the expression on your face. Tell me, what is it about a girl's titties that makes boys want to look at them?"
He grinned nervously. "Are you kidding me? What do you mean, tell you what there is about a girl's tits that makes a guy want to look at them?"
"Now you're asking me questions," she returned. "We won't get anywhere that way. Let me ask you again. Why do you like to look at my boobs?"
"Because I'm a guy," he answered.
She nodded. "I guess my question was pretty stupid at that." She cleared her throat. "What are we gonna do now, just stand here and talk?"
Joe swallowed hard. "Want me to show you mine?" he asked, gulpingly.
Again she blushed prettily. "If you want to, Joe." She looked at the floor when she spoke.
He slipped his slacks down over his hips, after glancing at the drawn curtains over the windows to make certain they were in place. They were. He pulled off his slacks and tossed them over a chair, feeling somewhat self-conscious standing there in his briefs.
"I can't see anything, Joe," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "Give me time, Sue." He was a bit hesitant about pulling down his briefs and exposing his hard-on, but he did it, finally. He also took off the briefs altogether and tossed them aside. He turned and looked at her bare breasts as his cock quivered with anticipation.
"Wow!" she said, catching her breath. "Do you intend putting that long thing inside me?"
Joe grinned. "Sure. Why not?"
"Wow," she said, repeating herself to an extent. "Are you really gonna be able to fit that thing into me?"
'That's what it's for," he said.
Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she stared at his long cock. "Boy, I don't know," she said hesitantly. "That's gonna hurt awful, that big thing."
Joe was pleased and vexed, both. He was pleased that she should call his cock "big" and vexed because he was afraid she was backing down. He had to do something fast to reassure her, he knew. "Hey, Sue," he said. "If you don't want me to stick it in, I won't. I don't want to make you ... feel bad." He watched her eyes closely to see what her reaction to his suggestion would be.
She smiled at him oddly. "You don't mean that, Joe. I can tell from the look on your face. You're just being nice, but you want to fuck me in the worst way." She evidently thought about what she had just said, for her face reddened prettily and she corrected herself. "I meant, the best way. No. Not that, either. I meant, you really want to fuck me, don't you, Joe?" Her eyes seemed to be imploring him to answer in the right way, whatever that was.
"Yes," he replied. "I do really want to fuck you. I think I'd rather fuck you, Sue, than do anything else, no matter what it could be. All I have to do is look at you and I get hot and weak and filled with strong urges. I'd be a liar if I told you I didn't want to do it to you."
She smiled and seemed to thrust her tits outward. It appeared that Joe had said the correct thing to her. "You're a nice guy, Joe. If you want to try and stick that long ... thing in me ... well, I guess I can stand a little pain. I mean, other girls have had it done to them. I'm just as good as they are."
"You're better than other girls," he said quickly and gallantly. "I think you are. You're the best-looking girl in school - no kidding."
"Joe," she said shyly. "Would you think I was awful if I asked you something?"
He was puzzled and his face showed it. "I don't know. What do you want to ask me?"
She averted her eyes for the moment and spoke. "Would you mind if I.. . touched it?"
Joe felt a thrill pass over him. "Would I mind? Hell, no. I'd like to have you touch it." He moistened his lips nervously. "You can even ... kiss it if you want to. Christ, I'd like to have you kiss my cock, Sue."
She came to him slowly, her eyes looking down at his crotch. When she was close enough, he saw her hand reach out 'and take hold of him. Her fingers were soft and warm and when she made contact with his cock, he nearly blew off. But he didn't, somehow. She did not hold his prick long, for she appeared quite distraught momentarily and backed away.
"You must think I'm awful," she said softly, not looking at him. Her arms covered her breasts again as if she were attempting to make up for her boldness.
Joe's heart was thumping so hard he thought she could hear it. "I think you're just wonderful, Sue. That felt good when you touched it. Can I do the same to you?"
She glanced up quickly. "You mean, put your fingers inside me? Oh, Joe, I don't know. I'm scared."
Joe drew in his breath and held it for a time before letting it out slowly. "I meant your titties, Sue, not your . . ." He didn't complete the sentence.
"You can feel my titties, if you want to, Joe," she said quickly.
"Come with me into the bedroom, Sue. I'll bring the bottle and we can lay on the bed and drink and fool around, you know."
She moistened her lips now. "All right, Joe. I guess that would be the best way."
Best way? he asked himself. Did she mean what he thought she meant? He hoped so. "Come on," he said and got the wine bottle. Together they left the room and entered the bedroom. Joe turned on a light and glanced at the windows. The shades were drawn. Good. Hesitantly, he sat on the bed and patted the place next to him. "Sit down, Sue."
"I'm so scared," she said, her lips quivering.
"Yeah, I know. So'm I," he confessed, although this was not altogether true. He was more nervous than scared.
She surprised him by reaching over and clasping his very hard cock in her hand. "Oh, I like the feel of it," she cried passionately. "It's so hard and hot and everything."
Joe cleared his throat nervously. "Why don't you do something ... to it?"
She did not reply but bent over and kissed the end of his prick. Quickly. Then she straightened up and turned her face away from him.
"Hey," he said. 'Turn around. Let me see you."
Slowly, she turned her face to him and he saw the wild look in her eyes. Also, she was breathing faster. "Oh, Joe," she murmured and jacked his cock several times inexpertly. He couldn't have cared less how inexperienced she was - the very touch of her fingers was all he needed to be thrilled at the moment.
"Jesus, Sue, that feels great. Kiss it again ... please?"
"All right, Joe." She bent her head again, her long blond hair tumbling down about her face and touching his skin before her lips did. When her lips did touch the head of his cock, he squirted a little, unable to restrain himself.
She drew back. "Oh, Joe ..." She was trembling violently now. "Oh, my God ... Joe!"
He knew something wild had happened to her. Maybe she had had an orgasm. He had heard of girls having orgasms from doing things like kissing a guy's cock. Man, this was hot stuff.
"Kiss it again," he urged, and reaching over with his hands, cupped both of her breasts.
Now she bent once again to kiss his prick. When she bent lower, he was obliged to release her tits for the moment. He immediately cupped his hand over them again when she had reached her desired position. However, she did not kiss it this time. She did something far better. She parted her lips and took the head of his cock between them and very lightly sucked it. Almost immediately, however, she removed her lips and moaned softly.
Much to Joe's amazement he found he had released her breasts and was now leaning back, projecting his crotch as far as he could. She leaned her face against his tummy and her hair and cheeks felt wonderful as she pressed against him.
"Oh, Joe," she murmured. "Oh ... Joe ..."
Gently, carefully, he pushed her over on her back. She offered no resistance when he pulled up her skirt and began tugging at her pantyhose. Shortly afterwards, he was between her legs, holding his cock in his right hand and attempting to gain entrance with it.
She was, he soon found out, very small.
He shifted his position while she moaned beneath him.
Once again he thrust his cock at her slit, but only the head would enter. Even so, she cried out in pain.
"Cool it," he told her. "It'll hurt a little, but only for a little while."
"Oh, Joe," she cried, almost sobbing the words.
He thrust forward with his prick and felt something wet on his hand. She was lubricating now.
Fine. Wonderful.
With all the skill he possessed, which was not considerable, he pressed forward and was rewarded by knowing the ecstatic feeling of having his stiff penis slide into her warm cunt.
"Oh, Jesus," he breathed, not even aware he had spoken.
"Joe, oh, Joe," she returned. "Do it to me, Joe. Fuck me!"
He began to move in her slowly, carefully, not wanting to break contact with her now. With each stroke of his prick, the thing went in a bit farther until, finally, it was all the way in.
"So good, Joe ... so good ... so ..."
He barely heard her, he was so excited. He did have one thought. She likes it. God, she really likes it. Great!
"Oh," she moaned. "Oh ... Joe ... do it to me, darling. Do it to me good."
Joe could have kicked himself then for becoming overly excited. It caused him to break contact. Instantly, Susan was clawing at him frantically.
"Oh, my God," she cried. "Don't stop, Joe, baby."
"Jesus," he cried back. "I didn't mean to pull it out."
A look of extreme wantonness spread over her face as she looked up at him. "Oh, honey," she sobbed. "Fuck me nice. I want it so much."
Her use of the four-letter word did remarkable things to him. For one thing, it nearly drove him wild with urge and he didn't need any more of this, being already as high on it as he could get. For another thing, it caused his cock to eject little streams of thick, gray goo. This was nice - oh, brother, was it nice - but it wouldn't do. He wanted it to squirt inside of her and not on the bed.
Susan's eyes were very wild now since she had seen the squirtings from his cock. "Man," she cried, sobbing the word. "Oh, man ... I think I'm gonna die."
"No, you aren't. Just wait. I'll get it in where it belongs again."
"Please . .. do," she whispered. "Hurry." Joe thrust his rock-hard cock at her slit again and this time it slipped in all the way to the hilt. He pressed forward and felt the warm wetness of her inner cunt walls surrounding his cock. Wonderful feeling! Terrific! He resumed breathing again, although he had scarcely been aware of his sporadic gulps at air.
"God, your box is tight and nice," he told her, the words tumbling out of his mouth hurriedly. "It feels so snug. I never knew such a good feeling."
"Oh, it's wonderful," she cried. "I never dreamed it would be so much fun. I ought to have my head examined for not fucking somebody before. I just love to fuck and suck."
Joe thought she was getting rather free with her use of four-letter words, but he said nothing. Things like this never mattered much, except when they turned you on.
'That's my girl," he said, for want of anything better to voice.
"Oh, Joe, honey, fuck me fast. Fuck me like you never fucked anybody before." She stopped short on this. "Say, you haven't done it to a lot of other girls, have you?" She looked up at him as if entreating him to reply in the negative.
"No," he said, and this was pretty much the truth. "No, I haven't laid a lot of other girls. I'm almost as much of a virgin as you are."
She giggled and' he could feel her cunt bouncing about his cock. It was a surprisingly exciting feeling. She giggled once more and once more he felt her cunt doing something pleasant to his prick. "How could you be almost a virgin?" she wanted to know, giggling further.
"Search me," he said, sounding like his father from whom he had picked up the term. "Damned if I know."
"Do it to me good, Joe, honey," She began writhing her hips.
"Hey, that feels good," he said. "Would you like to get on top?"
"Oh, can we do it that way?" she asked innocently.
"We can do it any old way we want, Sue."
"Okay. Turn over. I mean you get on the bottom. Do you have to take it out of my cunt while we turn over?"
"I don't think so," he said, and hugging her buttocks fiercely, he turned over on his back, holding his prick inside her cunt until she was safely above him. Her tits pressed against his hairy chest and he discovered they felt much softer now, for some reason. He glanced down at her breasts at the precise instant she lifted her upper body slightly. He saw her young tits hanging down in an enchanting way. It seemed an unlikely, even impossible thing to happen, but he could have sworn his penis grew even harder from looking at her breasts so close to his face. "You're a pretty gal," he said huskily. "I think I'll go off in your cunt soon. Can't hold back much longer, baby. I'm just too goddamned hot."
"That's okay. I want you to ... go off in me. I want to feel the .. . stuff hit me in there."
This sort of talk was too much for him. He spurted immediately, the thick stream erupting explosively and continuing to shoot up into her for what seemed to be a very long time.
They lay on the bed entirely naked for a while and then she got up and asked him where the toilet was. He told her and she left the bedroom. A moment later, he got up and walked into the living room, carrying the wine bottle with him. He sat down on a sofa, the bottle between his legs, and waited for her. He was facing the toilet door and when she opened it, he immediately saw her nakedness and it set him up again. Grinning, he glanced at her, then down at his cock, then back at her.
"See what you do to me, Sue?" he exclaimed.
She stopped in her tracks, her hands folded together in front of her pubic hair region. Evidently, she still felt self-conscious about exposing her body to him. "How about that," she cried, giggling. "What makes it get that way?"
He looked at her sharply. "You do." He coughed. "I mean, seeing you naked makes it get hard."
She approached him. 'Take the bottle away. I want to see ... everything."
He pulled the bottle out from between his legs, his penis standing straight up, his balls partly exposed. 'There," he said. 'Take a good look. No admission charge. It's on the house."
She pursed her lips prettily. "Very nice, very lovely," she murmured. "What is it like to have a thing like that between your legs?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. It's good, I guess. What's it like to have a cunt that a guy sticks his whang into?"
"Oh, it's just wonderful, Joe. Honest it is. Beautiful."
He glanced down at his hard-on. "Want to use it?" he asked, smiling.
She seemed to catch her breath. Biting her lips hard, she stared at his prick in what he thought was a longing manner. "Joe," she said slowly. "Could I suck it . .. until you ... well, you know."
"Sure," he replied eagerly. "Hell, yes. Of course you can. I'd like nothing better."
This girl, it seemed, was constantly surprising him. For a declared virgin, she certainly was learning fast. Now, she surprised him again. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she parted his legs quickly and crawled between them. Pressing her soft, warm titties against his tummy, she slipped her arms about him briefly and hugged. He hugged her, too, his stiff cock pressing against her own tummy.
"Man, I like being with you," she said huskily. "I just love this."
"Yeah, know what you mean. I like it, too, being here like this with you."
She moved back slightly and pulled her arms from about him. Looking up at him, she moistened her lips suggestively. "Okay?" It was a question and he knew the answer.
"Sure, okay," he said, and parted his legs a bit more. She ran her tongue down his flesh, beginning at his neck and ending up just above the hair around his prick.
She seemed to halt there, but a moment later, she cried out oddly and opened her mouth to take his throbbing cock between her lips.
"Jesus!" he cried. "Jesus, that feels great. Suck it, baby, suck the hell out of it."
She ran her tongue over the head of his cock and then plunged her lips down about it, going all the way to the hair. She pulled back, her lips caressing his erection as she moved back to the head. Then she removed her mouth and looked at him and grinned. "Does that feel good? I mean, really good, Joe?"
"It really does, Sue. Jesus, how it does. Do it again, go all the way down like you just did. Man, is that ever good."
"All right, Joe, honey. Get ready."
She was very knowledgeable for a virgin, he thought, for then she slipped her hands under his buttocks and clasped him lovingly as her lips returned to their exciting task. Joe closed his eyes when he felt the wetness of her lips as they encircled his quivering throbbing whang. God, it was going to be great blowing off in her mouth. It was the sort of thing he had dreamed of doing for what seemed to be many, many years. He had fantasized about things like this so many times, he had lost count. How wonderful it was to have a pretty-lipped, pink-faced girl wanting to suck him. Jesus, how sweet it was.
She lifted her hand from under his buttocks and began playing with his balls very gently. He shoved his body forward so his balls would hang off the edge of the sofa. When they did so, she cupped them carefully, one ball in each hand, while her mouth worked on his raging prick.
"Sue, baby, I can't hold it," he gasped suddenly and felt the squirting beginning. "Please ... please," he begged, not knowing what he was saying or why he was saying it.
Her head bobbed up and down on his cock in a furiously sucking manner now. He thought he was going to die from sheer excitement, so great was it.
"Give it to me, baby," she cried thickly, for her mouth was full of raging prick. "Give it all to me. I want it."
Joe blew.
He blew wildly, furiously, with absolutely no control at all.
She sucked hard, her lips making loud suckling sounds.
He blew more.
He stopped blowing ... and then resumed it with an even greater intensity.
"Suck it out of me, doll," he cried desperately. She sucked.
Once again he blew, this time the squirtings were even greater than the first times.
The next thing he was aware of was her tongue running over the head of his very wet penis. "What are you doing?" he asked, dully. He was exhausted by the terrific exertion.
"Cleaning up your cock, darling," she replied. "It is such a pretty cock. It would be a shame not to have it cleaned up."
Joe grinned happily. What a girl he had. What a joy it was to be with her. Impulsively, he leaned over and kissed her squarely on the lips. He didn't mind that her mouth smelled of cum. After all, the cum was a part of himself, wasn't it? Did the saliva in his mouth turn him off? Of course not. He kissed her again and held the kiss for a very long time.
They were dressed now and sitting quietly on the floor in front of the sofa sipping wine. Joe had found another bottle of it that had probably been hidden in the cottage by his father, his mother not always being very lenient when it came to his father having a few snorts. The bottle Joe had brought had been long gone and the new one about one-third empty. Both of them were getting high, but not too high. They were both laughing more readily at each other's remarks now and they seemed obsessed with talking about their mutual sexual experience.
"Man, Joe," Sue said, giggling. "You certainly know how to make a girl feel good. I'd rather be with you, like we are now, than with any other person on this earth."
"You're kidding," he said.
"No, I'm not kidding. I really like being with you."
"We should have stayed undressed."
"We probably would have if you had found the second bottle of wine earlier."
"Yeah. We were ready to go home when that happened. You aren't getting drunk, are you, Sue?"
"I feel pretty good," she said and laughed hard.
"So do I. We have to watch it, though. I can't take you home, you know, if you get too high. Your folks wouldn't let you go out with me again."
"Don't worry, Joe baby. I won't get that high. I quite often steal some of my dad's booze and take it up to my bedroom at night, after my folks have gone to sleep. What I mean is, I know how to drink pretty good."
Joe felt relieved, even though he was not quite sure if he fully believed her statement. He hoped it was true - it would be a hell of a mess if he ended up the evening by taking her home, drunk. Or getting loaded, himself. He glanced across the room to ascertain if his eyes had any trouble focusing instantly. They did not. Joe could always tell when he was getting too much alcohol by performing this little experiment. He had heard his father speaking of it one time and had used it himself on two or three occasions.
"What are you doing, honey?" she asked, noticing him squinting his eyes.
"Oh, nothing," he replied and smiled at her. "Want another drink?"
She took the bottle, sipped from it and then handed it back to him without speaking. He also took a sip from it and put the bottle down.
"What else can we do, Joe, baby?" Sue asked, looking at him as they continued to sit on the floor in front of the sofa.
He laughed. "You want me to fuck you again, Susan?"
She pursed her lips. "I wouldn't mind, Joe, honey. I like having your long cock rammed up my cunt."
"Hey," he cried. "You keep surprising me all the time. When we first came here you were shy and your face got all red and everything. Now, you talk about cocks and cunts like they were nothing. Did the wine do that to you or is it because we've already fucked and sucked?"
"Both, I suppose. Mostly the sucking did it, I think. God, I liked sucking your cock, Joe. It really thrilled me something awful."
"Hey," he cried, "you keep on talking like that and I'll have another hard-on."
She pursed her lips again prettily. "Well . .. what's so terrible about that, honey?" She looked at him lustfully.
He shook his head as he grinned. "Man, you're a hot one, all right. You really are. You know something? I think I sensed that about you somehow."
She nodded vigorously. "I know. I felt the same way about you." She cleared her throat and patted his leg. "I still do, honey. More so than ever. Boy, what a fine cock you have. And you really know how to use it, I think."
"You think?"
She grinned at him. "Well, I was a virgin till we came here and fucked. How would I know for sure if you know how to use your cock? Let's put it this way. I think you know a lot about how to fuck. I'll bet you've fucked a lot of girls."
The wine made him reply as he did. "Well, yeah ... a few ... here and there. I'm a guy, you know, and guys do get around sometimes." He coughed. "My folks are pretty good, too, if you know what I mean."
"You're lucky. My folks watch me like mad. I was surprised they let me go out with you in the car tonight."
"Your folks probably think I'm a nice boy, whatever that is."
Sue nodded again. "Yes, they do. That's the reason they let me go out with you in your car. Boy, if they only knew that you've already fucked me ... or that I sucked your prick dry ... About the only thing I haven't done is let you stick it up my asshole."
Joe looked at her quickly. "Hey," he said again. "You sure you aren't getting too high?" Her language had changed so much, he found it hard to believe the wine wasn't the cause.
"I'm okay," she said. "Watch me and see for yourself." Sue jumped to her feet easily, moved across the room gracefully and spun around on one foot several times without losing her balance. "Now do you believe me, Joe, honey?" She spun around once more, perfectly. "I'm not drunk. I couldn't do that if I was."
"Come on back and sit beside me. You're okay. Hell, I bet I couldn't do that myself."
She came back and sat down near him and touched the front of his pants. "Is it hard?" she asked, and then answered her own question, apparently, by shaking her head negatively.
"You could get it hard, Sue, by sucking on it," he suggested.
She pursed her lips as before. It made a pretty picture. "Well, yes, I could, couldn't I? On the other hand, I could sit on your lap and jack-off your cock with my cunt. Would you like that, honey?"
Joe sighed deeply. "Now you've done it," he said unsteadily. 'Take another feel of it."
She felt the front of his pants. "Oh, Joe, baby, you've got a beautiful hard-on. Does it always happen that quickly?"
"Only when a pretty girl like you says things like you just said, baby."
"Shall I take it out, Joe and play with it?"
Joe's heart was hammering loudly as it had earlier in the evening. He looked at his blonde, blue-eyed girl friend, the one with the shapely legs and lovely tits.
"I'll be goddamned," he said softly. "You are absolutely the hottest chick I've ever been out with."
She laughed musically. "It's you, honey. You bring it out in me."
Joe sighed and leaned back on his hands as he sat with legs stretched out on the cottage floor. "Baby, I think it's about time you took my cock out of my pants and lifted your skirt, pulled down your pantyhose and jacked-off my cock with your cunt. There's nothing I'd like better than to have a nice, wet cunt jacking me off."
She was on him quickly. Before he could hardly draw another breath, he felt his cock slipping up inside of her warm wetness.
"I'm going to fuck you this time, Joe," she whispered. "I'm going to fuck you off, baby."
"Some virgin," he replied softly. "You're really some virgin."
"I'm not a virgin any longer," she replied, breathing hard as she pumped up and down on his cock, her cunt so warm and wet that it caused him to strain and stiffen his body immediately.
"I'm gonna blow, Sue," he cried. "It feels so great I can't hold it."
She was pumping up and down in a furious manner now, her eyes bulging out of her head as she gasped for breath and screwed up her face in ecstasy. "Blow, honey," she cried. "Blow... with me, baby... blow ..."
Joe blew everything he had while she continued to jack his cock with her cunt. When he ceased flowing upward into her box, she collapsed on top of him and the two of them lay in this position, not moving, for a long time.
Finally, they got up, drank some more of the wine, and regretfully went home. One thing they both knew now - there would be many more suck and fuck evenings together.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mr. Jack Harvey was a balding, forty-year-old, retired, wealthy businessman. He was also bored to hell, except on those certain occasions when he was successful in seducing a young girl. This was a delicate business and Jack Harvey knew it as well or better than anyone else.
In the two years since his early retirement, he had been successful more times than he could remember. Getting a very young girl into the house and fucking her without any problems was a thing that called for great skill. However, it could be done with money, he had discovered. A lot of money for a young girl. He had also discovered it was best to keep a great many one-dollar bills in the house. Young girls, surprisingly, did not want fives or tens or twenties. Apparently, these larger denominations were annoying and possibly dangerous to them. If a young girl flashed about large bills, too many people might ask questions. If she showed nothing but ones, nobody seemed to notice.
It was late June - school was out for the year - when he saw a young girl come up onto his front porch. He was sitting near the television set watching the mid-afternoon news when he first saw her. His pulse raced a bit, as it generally did on seeing a young, pretty piece of ass at his door. He waited for her to knock, which she did immediately, but not very loudly. He bit his lip and waited for her to repeat the knock. When she did so, he got up from his chair and went to the door, scanning the street quickly to ascertain if anyone was with her, or even to find out if anyone might have seen her on the porch. This last was a difficult thing to determine, but Jack Harvey could do it.
A sixth sense seemed to tell him if a young girl at his door was alone and unwatched by anyone else. There had been many young girls at his door recently. The word was around among certain types of girls that this "old cat would pay good money for a feel." It seemed that many young girls were eager to earn some extra spending money. That was fine as far as Jack Harvey was concerned. He found these young girls far more interesting sexually than older women. Jack Harvey would not have traded any one of his hour-long experiences with young girls for a life-long harem of old bags. To Jack, anyone over thirty-five was an old bag.
He held the door open and quickly but carefully looked her over. She was pretty. Her shape was good and she was definitely the right age. About fourteen. He caught the bold look in her eyes. Jack Harvey detested the type of young girl who was easily frightened by a male.
"Hi, Mr. Harvey," the blonde girl said. Her eyes were very blue, he noted.
"Hello," he answered gravely, properly. He waited for her to go on. To say more.
She did so. "I heard you were looking for someone to do housework, Mr. Harvey."
He felt his heart thumping vigorously. At least four times young girls had come to his door and made the same identical statement. It appeared to be a signal from them to him saying they were willing to fuck for money.
"Why, yes," he replied, going along with her. "As a matter of fact, I do need someone to dust the house and things of that nature." He purposely made the word sound as light as possible.
"I'm a very good duster, Mr. Harvey," the bold young girl stated, looking him honestly in the eyes.
I've got a fresh, young piece here, he thought happily. Christ, I'll bet she'll fuck the hell out of me! He looked at her tits. They stood out prominently for a girl her age. Nice. "Please," Jack said carefully, "will you step in so we can talk about your work."
She smiled at him boldly. "Sure. That's fine with me, Mr. Harvey. How . .. much do you pay for a ... good duster?"
He smiled carefully. "Within reason whatever she asks."
'Ten dollars strike, you okay?"
'Ten dollars will be fine," he said, his pulse racing fast now. Once more he glanced at the street to ascertain if anyone was witnessing the conversation. There appeared to be no one in sight. "Come in," he said again.
She stepped by him, touching his body slightly as she did so. He liked this. Closing the door carefully, he locked it without her observing his actions. He turned about then and smiled at her.
"Won't you sit down," he said politely, pointing at the sofa nearby.
'Thanks, Mr. Harvey. Which room do you want to ... dust first?"
He wondered if she had left out the word "me" on purpose, or if this was, hopefully, double talk for "where do you want to take me?" She sat down on the sofa and it was then that he noticed her short skirt and her very sexy-looking legs. He felt himself growing in his pants.
"If you don't mind," he said carefully, "I'll sit down here beside you."
She grinned at him boldly. "Sure. Why not? I _ er - wonder if I could have the ... money first?"
Now it was his turn to smile. This kid was smart. He liked girls who could think ahead a bit. Such girls knew exactly how to handle the situation. He pulled out his wallet and handed her ten one-dollar bills. Her eyes lighted up at the sight of the money. Apparently, this was what she wanted. It also meant she would be willing to stay longer and do more things with him, to him.
"May I say that you are a very pretty girl?" he said, softly.
She sighed and put the money in her cheap-looking purse. She placed the purse on the floor on the other side of her as he sat down. 'Thanks," she said. "Can I... tell you something?"
He thought he knew what it was. He nodded. "Of course. Please do."
She grinned at him. "I know about you," she said, carefully.
He arched his brows. "Oh, and what do you know about me?"
"Shall we keep on with this or shall I tell you what I know?" Evidently she meant to keep on with the game they were playing.
"Please be frank," he said softly.
She turned her head away for a scant instant, but then turned back and stared him straight in the eye. "You like girls, don't you, Mr. Harvey?" It was, of course, a safe thing to say.
He nodded. "Yes, I like girls." He said no more just then. It was wiser to let her be frank about the matter first.
She took a deep breath. 'The ten bucks you just gave me. That's not for housework, is it?"
He pursed his lips. "Oh, then what is it for? You tell me, please." He smiled nicely at her when he concluded speaking.
She leaned against him. "You want to get into my pants, don't you, Mr. Harvey?"
There it was - she had laid it on the line. He smiled again. "And what do you think about that sort of thing, my dear?"
She grinned. "I took your ten bucks, didn't I?" He nodded, barely. "What is your name, young lady?"
"Linda." She continued to stare boldly into his eyes with her very blue ones.
Jack Harvey took a deep breath, just as she had done a moment before. He let the air out slowly and then deliberately placed his hand on her warm thigh. She just looked at him without a change of expression. "Do you mind my hand on your leg, Linda?"
She grinned. "No. I like it there."
He inched his hand up her leg until he was squeezing her upper thigh lightly. "You have lovely legs," he ventured.
"Thanks." She was still grinning.
Was she grinning at him, making fun of him, what? He decided she wasn't. "Your flesh is very warm," he said. It was steaming hot.
She spread her legs slightly, as if inviting him to put his hand there. He looked at her legs, slipped his hand under her short skirt and felt of her cunt. He heard her draw in her breath sharply. Good! Wonderful! She wasn't here just because of the" money. She liked sex! This made it much more pleasurable for him, of course.
"Want me to take off my pantyhose, Mr. Harvey?" she asked.
"Yes," he heard himself answer.
She slipped off the pantyhose so quickly it startled him. She placed them down carefully beside her purse. Her skirt still covered her thighs to a degree, so he had not yet caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. He wanted to see how thick her bush was. Placing his hand on her thighs again, he slowly slid it up until her skirt was pulled above her cunt. Jack glanced at her crotch then with all the intensity he could muster. Her legs were held tightly together and he could see little besides the hair itself.
"Please?" The one word from his lips told her what he wanted.
She spread her legs a little.
"Pretty," he murmured. "More, please."
She spread her legs a bit more.
He put his hand between her thighs and felt the heat and moisture of her young cunt. "Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."
"Want to stick your finger in?" The girl was panting a little.
"I'd like to, Linda."
"Do it then." She spread her legs wantonly, a look of wild lust on her pretty, young face. "Please, do it, Mr. Harvey."
Jack thrust his forefinger into her cunt about an inch and let it remain there as she squirmed about on the sofa considerably. "Do you like the feel of my finger inside?" he asked carefully.
"Yes. I sure do." She was perspiring a little. He could see the sweat popping out on her forehead. Wonderful. "I sure do," she repeated. "It feels like a small cock."
Jack felt ripples along the back of his neck. The four-letter word escaping her lips turned him on considerably, for he liked hearing such words from the lips of young girls. "I have something better to insert," he told her.
"I'll bet you have, Mr. Harvey. From what I've heard, you've got the biggest one in town."
Jack grinned, pleased. "What a nice thing for you to say, Linda."
She grinned again. "I'd like to see it, Mr. Harvey. Why don't you take it out of your pants for me?"
Jack felt his blood pressure rising. Unzipping the fly, he pulled out his erection and held it briefly in his hand, turning on the sofa slightly so that he was pointing it at her thighs. He heard her sigh, saw her raise her shoulders as if drawing in a lot of air suddenly, and then saw her shoulders slump even as her eyes grew larger. He turned a bit more so that the head of his stiffened prick was just an inch from her pretty bare thigh.
'Touch me with it, please?" she begged in question form.
He moved slightly and touched her warm, soft thigh with it. He then rubbed her thigh with the head and she sighed very deeply.
'Take it in your own hand," he said, his voice thick with excitement.
"Oh . .. may I?" she asked, sounding like a ten-year-old.
"Yes, yes, of course. Of course, you may."
Her hand stretched over his hard-on. She seemed to want to wait a long moment before actually taking hold of it. Then her fingers went about his stiffness and he groaned with pleasure. Her hand was so warm and soft and exciting that he could have blown off then and there.
"Gee," she said, in a pleased tone. "You sure have a big cock, Mr. Harvey. It must be twice as big as any of the boys my age have."
"Thank you, dear," he said, for want of anything better to say.
"Would you mind if I kissed that for you, Mr. Harvey?" she asked, hesitantly.
"I should like it very much," he told her gravely.
"Gee, you're hard. It feels like a tennis racquet handle in my hand."
He smiled. "You said you wanted to ... kiss it, my dear. Why don't you?"
She moistened her lips and bent her head over his penis. Jack held his breath until he felt the wetness and warmth of her young-girl lips as they fastened about his raging cock.
"Christ," he breathed. "Oh, Christ!"
She removed her lips and kissed the head of it and then placed her lips about it again. Suddenly, she went down on him all the way and the surprise of it caused him to go off a little. He was both pleased and amazed at the wantonly fierce manner she used to suck the juice from him. She straightened up a moment later and grinned at him.
"Man, you sure are some hot, old guy, Mr. Harvey." Evidently, she meant this as a compliment, though he was not too pleased at being referred to as a hot, old guy. Jack Harvey did not consider himself old at all. He thought he was a rather young and certainly a dashing type. Sexy, too, definitely. Most young girls had found him to be extremely sexy and he was inordinately proud of his sexual prowess.
"How old do you think I am?" he asked gravely, looking her straight in the eyes, but also seeing her tits rise and fall repeatedly as she seemed to be breathing in a strained manner. The girl was excited, even as he was, and he found this highly satisfying, despite her somewhat obnoxious remark about his age.
"Well, you're pretty old," she said bluntly. "About twenty-eight or so, I'd guess."
He was pleased all over again. 'That's about right," he lied. "You're a good age-guesser."
"All the girls say you're a good one," she told him. "Are you a good one?" Her young-girl blue eyes burned into his lustfully.
"All the girls?" he asked. "I don't know all the girls."
She laughed shortly. "Well, not all of them. A few. The ones I've talked to, or rather the ones who talked to me about you."
"Do the girls - some girls - talk about me in this manner?" he wanted to know.
"Sure they do. That's how I found out about you, Mr. Harvey. But I told you that already, didn't I?"
"You may have," he admitted, looking at her legs and liking what he saw. Her flesh was slightly tanned, very smooth looking and, of course, extremely young looking. Jack Harvey had a weakness for slightly tanned, smooth, young female skin. This kid's skin was really something to look at and to feel. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed it lustfully.
"Boy, that gives me goose bumps, Mr. Harvey. You sure know how to rub a girl's leg."
"I ought to. I've rubbed a few in my time."
She pulled her skirt up high on her thighs after it had fallen down a bit. "Why don't you kiss me?" she asked, spreading her legs slightly.
He smiled. "Kiss you where, dear?"
Now she smiled. "Oh, you know, don't you?"
Jack dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up out of the way. "Hold it up," he told her, meaning the skirt. He then ran his tongue up her thigh passionately, back down it, crossing over to her other leg and going up it before kissing her cunt wetly. She was quite moist, he noted.
"God," she moaned. "That makes me hot, man. Kiss it again, please."
He kissed her cunt once more, but not for long. Instead, he pulled her body forward and aimed his penis at her slit. Glancing at her face, he saw the wild look of lust on it and this pleased him immensely. He derived great satisfaction from knowing he could turn on young girls tremendously. Thrusting his penis into her cunt, he pushed forward and felt the long, hard tube slipping into her heated interior. The moisture of her inner body enveloped his penis and seemed to ease its entry as he worked it back and forth expertly.
"Jesus," the girl cried out. "Oh . . . Jesus . . . that feels good." A look of utter wantonness was on her face now, and he knew he could do anything to this kid that he wished. She would agree to it, no matter what.
He yanked his cock out of her and turned her over on her stomach, lying out the length of the sofa. He got on top of her and brutally buried his prick in her asshole.
She screamed.
"Shhh," he cautioned. "Please try to control yourself, dear."
"Man," she sobbed, "that hurts."
"Oh, very well," he said, and giving his prick two or three more quick moves, pulled it out of her ass. He turned her over and stuck it in her mouth.
She was hesitant about taking it in her mouth, but he insisted. Soon she was sucking it eagerly.
"I think I'm going to ... release, dear," he said, his voice shaking.
"Go ahead, give it to me, man," the girl replied thickly. Her lips were formed much in the way a cunt clasps a man's prick.
Jack fucked her in the mouth savagely and promptly blew his wad down her throat. She sucked him furiously, getting every last drop from his quivering prick. When he felt the last squirting cease, he still permitted her sucking for a full minute. Evidently, she thought she could get more of his gooey jism, but Jack did not sex that way. He insisted on being in charge of his fucking actions and for this reason, now, he gently pulled his prick from her sucking lips and stood up, his cock and balls hanging out of his pants almost absurdly. He studied her eyes, her face.
"Well?" he asked. "Did you like it?" Her pretty, young face lighted up. "Yes. It was great, Mr. Harvey. What the girls said is true. You are a good one. Man, did you ever squirt that stuff into my mouth. Whew! I thought I would never get it all swallowed."
"But you did, didn't you, my dear?" He was still studying her eyes.
She nodded and smiled. "I like to suck cock. I always have liked to suck cock. I sucked off my own brother when I was eleven."
He raised his brows. "Really? Tell me all about it."
"My brother was about sixteen, I think. I walked into his bedroom one day when our folks were away and caught him masturbating. He was kind of embarrassed, but I told him it was okay. He looked at me real funny, like he thought I must be nuts or something, but while he was doing his looking, I had dropped to my knees in front of him and was playing with his cock, kissing and licking it. He liked it. He did an awful lot of fast breathing and moaning and stuff like that. Finally, he lay back on the bed, his cock standing straight up and let me suck him off. Man, that was a hot scene! He blew off a lot in me, but not as much as you did. I never had anyone blow off as much as you just did, Mr. Harvey. You really have a prick and a half there."
Again he was pleased. This kid knew how to say the right things. "Thank you, dear," he murmured. He rubbed his penis and put it back in his pants, zipping up his fly afterward. "Perhaps you had better pull on your hose, dear," he said quietly. "You must go now, but I'd like you to return tomorrow."
She screwed up her face as if puzzled. "Tomorrow? What's wrong with right now, Mr. Harvey?"
"Nothing," he replied. "I simply thought you looked tired."
"Shit," she said. "I never get tired of fucking and sucking. Especially when a real man like you provides the cock. Why not crawl on top of me and fuck my cunt till it bleeds?"
Jack Harvey was pleased again. "I must say, you're a young lady after my own heart," he declared warmly.
She was shaking her head vigorously.
He frowned slightly. "Did I say something wrong, my dear?"
"Yep. I'm not after your heart - I'm after your hard-on."
Jack Harvey sat down beside her and smiled broadly. "If you were a little older, dear, I think I'd ask you to move in with me for a while."
"I'll move in. Right now, Mr. Harvey."
He was astonished at the serious look on her young face. "But your folks. What about them?"
"Fuck my folks. They won't even miss me. They're never sober long enough to be able to miss me, or anything else."
"Really? Do you think you could get away with it?"
"Sure. Lots of girls do. They just leave home and tell their folks they're going to join a commune, or something. Parents are pretty used to hearing that sort of thing these days and most of 'em just accept it and say 'well, if that's what the kid wants, let her have it.' "
"But the kid," he said, nodding, "doesn't go live in a commune at all. She goes to live with a mature man, someone who can give her the things she wants, other than sex. Besides sex, I should have said."
"Right. So that's how I could get away with it. Now, then. You'll have to buy me some new clothes because I don't intend to return home. I'll just call my folks on the phone and tell 'em good-bye. However, there's something we have to do first."
"Oh . .. all right ... what?"
She grinned up at him impishly. "Fuck," she said. "We have to fuck first."
Jack laughed. "I quite understand," he replied.
"On the floor, too," she added, and slipped down from the sofa to the carpeting.
Again he laughed. "Are you always this hot?" he asked.
She nodded and spread her legs lustfully. "Every minute of the day. Think you can take care of a young nympho?"
It was his turn to nod. "I think so. I've taken care of quite a few of them."
"I just know you have. I can tell by the way you handle your cock."
He unzipped his pants, removed them as well as his briefs and allowed his adult body to settle down on top of her young, soft, receptive one. He jammed his cock into her slit easily.
"Fuck me, man," she breathed in his ear, even as she bit his ear, too. "Fuck me for an hour."
"Sorry," he said, grunting the words. "Can't do that."
"Yeah," she cried, frowning prettily up at him. "Why not?"
"An hour isn't long enough," he grunted and proceeded to pump prick into her willing young cunt. As it turned out, he did remain on top of her for the better part of an hour, but it did not require that much time for him to go off in her. He blew his nuts in about three minutes. This, however, did not stop Mr. Jack Harvey. He simply fucked her again.
And again and again until the hour was mostly gone.
Finally, she was on her feet, fully clad, standing near the front door. "Would you like to do it to me again soon, Mr. Harvey?" she asked impishly.
He nodded. "Yes. Tomorrow? Say, about the same time?"
"Fine," she replied. "And tomorrow you don't have to pay me a dime." Grinning at him, she left the house. "Well talk about a live-in maid at that time," she laughed as she ran down the stairs.
Jack Harvey looked forward to seeing her the following day. When the time for her arrival approached, he became nervous and even fretful, something he seldom was. What if she didn't show up? What if she had been kidding him about coming back for no pay? Sometimes you could not be certain of what female teenagers meant; whether they were sincere in their statements to an older man or if they were putting him on.
Repeatedly, he glanced out the front window at the walk in front, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl coming to his door. So far he had not seen any sign of her. An hour passed and she had not arrived. Jack sighed and poured himself a drink of whiskey.
"She's not coming," he muttered. "Damn it to hell."
He stepped out onto the porch and acting as casually as he could, glanced up and down the street looking for the girl. She was not in view. Standing there for several moments, he continued to scan the street, but finally turned about and re-entered the house. He had another drink, gulping this one down much too fast. He sat down and picked up a newspaper and tried to read it. He started an article three times but his mind would not focus on what he was reading. He put the paper down and headed for the kitchen, a feeling of something approaching despair in his heart. Also, his ego was beginning to smart. And this was no good. No good at all.
"Sonofabitch," he muttered angrily. "Can't depend on anybody these days."
His back was to the door. When the sudden knock came, he whirled about happily and looked through the window of the door. The girl, Linda, stood there, peering into the house at him. He saw her smile and wave. He jumped across the room and yanked open the door.
"Linda," he cried. "Come in, dear. I thought you weren't coming." He studied her face. God, she was pretty today. So young looking. So blonde. So sexy looking. Inviting. Everything a guy could think of, she had it. He drew her into the house and closed the door quickly.
She pressed her shapely, warm, young body against his and rubbed her loins over his. "Oh ... I'm so glad to be here, Mr. Harvey. You're hard already, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes, of course, my dear. Why wouldn't I be with such a hot, young body pressed next to me?" He had both arms about her and was holding her very close.
"Man, is it ever getting big," she exclaimed and surprised him nicely by slipping her hand between their bodies and feeling of his stiffened prick through the cloth of his pants. "I like the feel of your cock," she said, as she fingered his lance. "This guy has really got a joint on him," she continued, as if talking to a third party.
Jack laughed. "It gets large because of you, my dear girl."
"I like that," she said mysteriously.
"Like what?" he asked, leaning back a little and looking down into her pretty face.
"The way you talk to me as if I were just a child. You sound like a full-grown adult talking to a little kid. For some crazy reason, it turns me on like mad."
Again he was pleasantly surprised as he was so often with this girl. "I'm glad to know that. Makes me feel fine." He paused. "You know something? You're quite a girl. More and more I'm realizing this. You really are. I mean it."
She snuggled her head against his chest. "Oh, I like you, man. You've got something going for you that . . . well, I like it very much." She released his prick. "Mind if I take it out and look at it?" she asked, changing the subject somewhat.
"By all means do. I'd like that."
She snaked her hand in between their bodies again and this time he felt her fingers tugging down his zipper. She did it very carefully and he was relieved to discover she was the careful type, and this action would appear to indicate that she was. He then felt her fingers going about his hard-on lovingly; felt her pull it out of his pants gently, but with a certain excitement, also. Now it was all the way out of his pants and she was stroking it firmly, her breathing having increased in tempo to accentuate her passion.
"I'm so hot, Mr. Harvey," she mumbled. "So very hot."
"Then ... kneel and suck. Please do, my dear."
She dropped to her knees immediately and as he squeezed her shoulders hard, he felt her lips go about the stiffened prong. He swore softly, not because he was in any way annoyed or disappointed, but because he was so excited he scarcely knew what he was doing. He swore again as she went down on him, her young girl lips sliding wetly and easily down the entire surface of his rod. She stopped at the hair and remained there for a long moment before returning to the head, whereupon she ran her tongue over it feverishly as she attempted to drag his pants down lower on his thighs.
He thrust his loins forward and broke contact with her mouth.
She didn't seem to mind, but looked up at him and winked prettily. This was the very thing he needed. Immediately, he became less tense, less excited and more in command over his feelings.
"Man, I like you," she murmured, "but I think I'd rather have you fuck me first. Would you, Mr. Harvey?"
"Yes, of course," he answered somewhat stiffly.
She giggled.
He laughed at the sound of her giggling, which only made her giggle harder. He lifted her to her feet and steered her to the sofa. They crashed down on it even as he was lifting her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose. Getting them over her hips proved to be something of a problem until she helped him. He then drew back, shoved down his own pants and briefs and lay on top of her, his rock-hard prick in his right hand. He steered it into her easily while she grunted and accepted the raging tool.
"Oh ... I'm gonna love this, Mr. Harvey," she cried. He pressed it all the way into her. "Oh ... Mr. Harvey!"
Jack began to move, slowly at first, and then gradually increasing his speed until he had attained what he considered his normal fucking stroke. "Like that?" he grunted, wanting to hear her reply.
"I love it. I'm crazy about the way you fuck me, Mr. Harvey."
"Beautiful," he murmured, referring to her answer.
"I think it's very beautiful, Mr. Harvey."
"Good," he grunted. "I think so, too."
"Can't we get on the carpet?" she asked, breathlessly. "I think I'd like it better there."
"Sure, dear." He grabbed her hips and yanked and the two of them crashed somewhat harder to the floor than he had intended. However, except for having her breath knocked out of her momentarily, the girl was not hurt. As for him - well, he rather liked falling to the floor and having a young kid underneath. What a nice cushion she made. So soft and yet so firm, in a way. One thing he soon realized - his cock had entered her much farther now. The fall had done it. He would have to remember this and perhaps use it again sometime as a sort of technique. He wondered if it would work a second time, but decided against asking her to repeat the performance.
"I like it here on the floor," she cried softly. "Do it to me, Mr. Harvey. Do it to me real good just like you did yesterday."
"I'll try," he answered her.
'This is the most fun a girl can have, do you know that, Mr. Harvey?"
"I think I do. Most fun a man can have, too."
"Fucking is such a glorious experience," she breathed.
He wasn't sure if he would have called it glorious, but there was no doubt in his mind that it was great fun. "Right," he said, thinking it wise to agree with her in every way. "It's . . . glorious."
She writhed her hips under him. "You're bigger today than yesterday, Mr. Harvey. You feel longer."
'That's because it's in farther, dear. The fall to the carpet did it."
She giggled and he could feel her cunt "giggling," too. There was a certain trembling feeling in her cunt when she giggled with her mouth. He had never experienced this before, he thought to himself.
"Let's get up on the sofa and fall again, Mr. Harvey," she said, mostly in jest.
"All right. If you want to."
"I don't want to. I was only kiddin'."
"I thought maybe you were."
"Gee, I'm glad I heard about you and came to see you, Mr. Harvey." Before he could answer her, she had pushed against his chest.
"What's the matter, dear?" he asked, puzzled.
"Let me up. I have to go to the bathroom, please."
"Do you really?" He had never in his life heard of a request like this.
"Honest. I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Harvey."
He got off her but smiled at her and patted her on the ass as he helped her to her feet. "The bathroom is through that door there." He pointed at the proper door.
"Gee, Mr. Harvey, I sure hope you aren't mad at me."
He shrugged. "You have to go to the John, you have to go to the John. I can wait."
She stood on her toes and kissed his mouth wetly, passionately. "You're such a nice guy. I think I'm falling for you, Mr. Harvey."
He smiled. "I hope you are, dear." His smile grew broader. "On the floor, I mean."
She laughed. 'That door over there?" she asked.
"Yes. The John seat is right around the corner. Can't miss that."
She giggled again. "Now you're putting me on, Mr. Harvey."
"No, I'm not... but I will."
Once more she giggled. "I wonder what it would be like to have a man sit me down on a potty chair?"
"Want to find out?"
"Why not?"
"Here we go."
He picked her up in his arms and carried her effortlessly to the bathroom where he sat her down carefully on the seat. She held her skirt up out of the way, and giving him an odd look, began to piss before he had as much as straightened up.
She giggled. "Like the sound of it, Mr. Harvey?"
He was astonished. "Sort of," he said, grinning. "After all, the stuff comes from your lovely little cunt, so why shouldn't I like the sound of it?"
"Put your cock in my mouth, please, Mr. Harvey, and let me suck you off while I piss."
Jack felt the hair at the nape of his neck standing. What a hot thing she had said. Immediately, he pointed his cock at her lips and she stared at it, as if fascinated. Closing her eyes, she spoke.
"Stick it in me, Mr. Harvey. Fuck my mouth."
A bead of sweat had appeared on the tip of his nose and he was forced to brush it away because it annoyed him in a minor way. Not enough, however, to prevent him from thrusting his prick into her mouth and watching her lips go about it eagerly and tightly to suck it. God, what a hot thing it was to be able to watch a fourteen-year-old girl suck cock. There was no other thrill quite like it. Jack's heart was thumping furiously now and he wondered, idly, if she could hear it.
"Fuck my mouth," she begged, her voice thick because of the cock she had in her mouth. "Go off in my mouth, baby."
He held her head in his hands and began to mouth-fuck her, using quick, little jerking strokes, the sweat running down his nose now in great quantities. He was totally unaware of it. Sweat did not matter now. Fucking mattered. Going off, blowing his hot wad; these were the things that mattered. Jesus, how they mattered ...
"Wonderful," he muttered. "Great."
"Fuck me good," she cried thickly, her arms about his hips and hanging onto him as if for dear life. "Fuck me in the mouth, baby," she added, though he could barely understand her words.
He increased the tempo of his jerking strokes and soon, even as she began to fiercely squeeze his ass, he felt the high mark approaching.
"Get ready," he warned her unsteadily. "I'm going to blow it."
Her head began to bob back and forth on his cock in contrasting direction to his fucking stroke. The effect was to nearly drive Jack Harvey crazy with passion. He let out an enormous groan and shot his wad, thick and hot, into her sucking mouth. She continued to suck him for a long period of time, and it was only then that he heard her tinkling in the water of the john. Orgasm of a sort? Possibly. Who can say for certain?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bart Byrd and Hank Avery were both fifteen years old, close friends with one common thought. They had hot pants for thirteen-year-old Debby Bush. Debby was a blonde and far more busty and lusty than the average girl her age. The boys sensed this about her rather than knew it. Bart and Hank were practically inseparable and both longed to include Debby in their small group. To put it more bluntly, as it should be put, they longed to take her clothing off and put the blocks to her. Not just separately, but both doing something to her at the same time. They had discussed this so many times it had become almost an obsession with them. They tried many times to get Debby alone somewhere without any success whatever, but one day in early July, they saw her walking on a rather lonely road near a deserted farmhouse. Both boys knew immediately that they would never have a better opportunity to get into her pants.
"Come on, Bart," Hank cried excitedly. "Let's go after her."
Bart needed no coaxing. They ran down the road for about one hundred yards before Debby apparently heard them, stopped and turned around. She had a look of fear in her eyes but it lasted only a moment.
"Hi, Debby," Hank said nicely.
"Oh, hi, Hank. Hi, Bart," she returned.
The boys looked at her shapely figure and especially at her large bosom.
"What are you doing out here in the country, Debbie?" Hank asked, not caring in the least except that it gave them the opportunity to try to make her.
"I was visiting my aunt. She lives over on the next road. I cut across the fields because it was shorter. Her car wouldn't start so I decided to walk home, back into town."
"Well, how about letting us walk with you, Debby?" Hank asked, moistening his lips suggestively.
She eyed him for a long moment, then shifted her gaze to Bart. "All right," she said softly. "Why not?" There seemed to be something in her tone of voice that told them she was ready for them.
Hank pretended to discover the old farmhouse nearby. "Hey, Debby," he said. "What say the three of us go and explore that old place? I've heard that it's deserted." Both boys watched her expression carefully. How she reacted to their proposal would tell them exactly what chances they had of fucking her.
She studied the boys for what seemed a very long time. "All right," she answered finally. "I don't mind."
Hank and Bart tried to cover up their exhilaration and eagerness. It would never do to appear too overt, she might change her mind swiftly and refuse to go with them. Girls were unpredictable. However, she did nothing of the kind and in a short time they were near the deserted house. There was nothing much to see. The house was ready to fall down. They all knew it wouldn't be wise to go inside. Instead, they saw a sort of woodshed building at the rear which looked to be fairly sound and strongly built. The three kids made their way to this building without saying a word. There was, however, a decided anticipation in the air.
Hank pulled open the woodshed door and all three looked inside. The floor was clean, there were no cobwebs in view, and Hank's first impression - a correct one, he later discovered - was that someone lived in the shed.
"Well, how about this?" Hank said to Debby. "It's clean. Not like the old house at all."
Bart chimed in with, "Yeah, it sure is clean and nice. Don't you think so, Debby?" The boys stepped inside the building.
Debby bit her lips and stepped inside with them. Much to their surprise and pleasure, she closed the door herself. "All right," she said quietly.."I know why you guys want me here with you. You want to fuck me at the same time, don't you?"
The boys grinned self-consciously, but neither one spoke "It's okay, guys," Debby said, surprising them even more. "I don't mind getting fucked in the cunt and the mouth at the same time."
Bart finally spoke. "Hey, you a mind reader or something?"
Debby laughed. "Sort of. I mean, maybe I am. Did I hit it on the head?"
"You sure did, Debby," Hank said. 'Tell me something. How'd you do it? Did it show on our faces or something?"
She nodded. "Maybe it did. Maybe I said what I did just to get you guys started."
The boys looked at each other quickly. "Why don't you take off your clothes, Debby?" Bart asked. "Hank and I would like to see you naked."
"All right. I'd like to see you guys the same way."
The boys looked surprised. "You would?" Hank asked. "Honest?"
"Sure," she said. "Why not? Girls have desires, too, you know."
The boys laughed nervously. "You're not putting us on, are you?" Bart asked her.
"Hell, no," she said sharply. Then she softened her tone as if aware that speaking sharply was not conducive to good relations between the sexes. 'Tell you what, guys. You take your clothes off and show me what you got and I'll strip naked, too."
Hank cleared his throat, not quite liking the way things were going. "You take your clothes off, Debby. Me and Bart, we'll keep ours on. No use in guys being naked."
Debby's eyes flashed. "I wish you wouldn't talk that way. That's not fair. I'd like to see you guys in the nude just as much as you'd like to see me the same way."
Hank frowned and so did Bart. "What the hell would you want to see us nude for?" Hank asked, while Bart nodded his approval of the question. "We're guys, not girls."
Debby threw up her hands. "Okay. I give up. You just don't understand, do you? Never mind. I'll take my clothes off. .. but, gee, I don't know about that floor, me being all bare and everything. I'll get slivers in my skin."
Both Hank and Bart grinned. "You're gonna get more than just slivers in you, Debby," Hank said, smiling.
Debby grinned, forced to admit, apparently, that what he had just said was both true and funny. "Okay," she mumbled and began to pull off her clothing.
The boys watched her as though fascinated. Their lips seemed extraordinarily dry, for they repeatedly moistened them as the girl undressed. Her blouse came off first, then her bra. When they saw her tits, both boys sucked in air noisily and exchanged glances. Debby appeared to take no notice of this, for she remained cool and collected while the boys became more and more agitated. However, she may have been putting on an act, for when she was completely nude and Hank touched her left tit, cupping it in his hand, her face became slightly red and her breathing increased in speed. Debby was becoming almost as agitated as the boys and when Bart cupped her other titty, she moaned.
"Oh, guys," were the words she said.
"Get down on your hands and knees, Debby," Hank told her. "I'm gonna fuck you dog-fashion while Bart lies down under your face. You can suck him off while I dog-fuck you." He spoke the words as if he were offering her a great opportunity.
"All right, guys," Debby said meekly. "Whatever you say. You're the ones doing the raping."
Hank and Bart let go of her titties hurriedly. "What the hell did you say?" Hank demanded.
"I said you were the ones doing the raping."
"Put your clothes on, damn you," Bart cried, grinding his teeth. "Ain't nobody raping nobody. You ain't gonna get us on that bum rap."
Debby was already on her hands and knees. "Come on, guys. What's the matter with you? Can't you take a little kiddin?"
"Were you kidding?" Hank wanted to know, scowling.
"Of course, I was kidding. Now come on. Get behind me, Hank, and you, Bart, lie down with your cock near my mouth. I'm supposed to suck you off. How can I if you don't get your prick where I can suck it?"
Bart looked at Hank and Hank looked at Bart. They sprang into action, Hank kneeling behind her and fingering his hard-on, while Bart lay down under her face, his hard cock in his hand.
"Boy, that's a pretty cock," Debby said to Bart.
"Wait till you feel what I've got," Hank cried from behind her, sounding slightly jealous. He thrust his prick against her butt.
"Oh, Hank," she cried. 'That feels good. Do it again, please."
"Hey, pay some attention to me," Bart said. "Look down again. Take a look at what I've got for you."
Debby looked down and lowered her head to kiss his stiffened prick. "Oh," she cried. "I like that. It has a nice scent to it, Bart." She sniffed deeply. "Can you lift it up a little, please? I can't quite reach it."
Bart pulled off his jacket, rolled it up and placed it under his butt. This raised his body a few inches, enough so that she could more easily reach him with her lips. "Hey, Hank," Bart said. "What did I tell you about Debby? Didn't I tell you she'd turn out to be a real hot gal?"
"I know you said that," Hank answered. "I thought so, too."
"Have you guys been talking about me that much?" Debby asked, removing her lips from Bart's prick long enough to speak. She returned to sucking the hard tool before either one answered.
It was Hank who spoke first. "Yeah, we've been talking about having you suck and fuck as at the same time for quite a while, Debby."
She removed her lips again. "Well, you've got me on my hands and knees. Why don't you fuck my cunt while I suck Bart's prick?"
Hank laughed tensely and inserted his tool into her cunt from the rear. She was warm and wet on the inside and the feel of her hot box about his quivering joint was almost enough to cause him to blow. But he held back. It would have been a disaster to blow his jism so soon.
"Hey, man," Bart cried, as Debby sucked his cock more quickly now. "This is really something. You know that? It's the greatest."
"Sure is," Hank grunted and proceeded to fuck the girl from the rear at a faster rate of speed. "Good piece of ass, this gal," he grunted further, as if Debby was not there to hear the words. "She's okay. Nice, tight little cunt. Grabs your cock real good. Almost like it's got a hand in there clutching at you."
"Her lips feel the same way, Hank," Bart returned. "Hey, man, we can sure pick 'em, can't we?"
Debby said nothing. She seemed content to accept what the boys had to offer and to do her very best at pleasing them. Bart moaned as she mouthed him expertly. He wondered briefly where she had obtained all the expertise, but soon dismissed it from his mind because he couldn't have cared less. Hank was breathing very hard because of the exertion of his fucking movements. The girl remained on her hands and knees, much in the manner of a female dog, while cock was pumped into her box. Hank was obliged to grasp her by the hips and hold on after a time because he kept threatening to break contact. He didn't want to lose her slit. He found he liked holding her by the hips, although it made him grin tightly as it reminded him of male dogs he had seen working over bitches.
Hank laughed to himself as he wondered if he should bark from time to time. "Jesus," he muttered. "This feels good. So nice and tight and wet."
"She's got a good mouth, too, man," Bart called out to him. She can really suck a cock. What say we both blow quickly and reverse positions and do a repeat job?"
"Okay," Hank agreed. "Let's concentrate on going off fast."
Debby said nothing but continued to suck Bart's prick expertly, going up and down on his cock, using her tongue to drive him half mad with desire and thrills. She also continued to accept the pumping prick from the rear as it shot in and out of her wet cunt. She groaned occasionally and shivered and shuddered from the intense feelings that began to overpower her being. The boys seemed to be unaware of her reactions to their sexual labors.
"Jesus, man, I'm gonna blow," Hank yelped and began to pump his prick up her cunt in a much faster, more frantic manner.
"Me, too," Bart cried, but his words were not loud at all. His reaction seemed to be one of extreme weakness, the kind of weakness that is extremely pleasurable because it is brought on by high passion and driving urges.
Debby let out a muffled scream when both boys emptied their jism into her body. She shivered and shook like a bitch that has been left out in the cold overnight. The shaking over her loins seemed to turn Hank on even more and he emptied himself a second time. Bart also blew off again. When she apparently discovered that she could obtain no more cum from the boys, Debby reluctantly ceased sucking and attempted to break contact with Hank's cock. He pulled it out of her and grinned at the withdrawal sound it made. It had sounded somewhat like a plunger being used on a toilet bowl.
All three of them sat on their haunches now, resting, waiting for someone to make the next move. No one stirred. They all remained still and silent. They simply rested on the floor, looking at one another, grinning somewhat sheepishly but happily, occasionally feeling of each other's genitals.
"I wish you guys would take off all your clothing," Debby said quietly. "I'd like to see better what I'm getting it from."
The odd way she said it made Hank and Bart laugh nervously. They exchanged glances and wordlessly, removed their clothing, everything but socks and shoes. Now all three were naked. It made quite a sight. Two tits, four balls, two cocks, three asses, all ready to be used again as soon as normal breathing had been restored.
"How do you like being taken by two guys at one time, Debby?" Hank asked.
She grinned at them. Her eyes were bright with lust. "Oh, I love it. I like it just fine. I've always thought it was a shame to leave one end of a female unused while the other end was getting cock."
Both boys laughed at this. It evidently pleased them greatly to hear such talk from her. "How about it then, Debby?" Bart asked. "You gonna let Hank and me fuck you again?"
"I may," she said, arching her brows prettily. "It depends on how well you two treat me."
"Well treat you good, Debby. That's a promise." This came from Hank.
"I need help in math, Hank. You're good at that. Will you help me with math?"
Hank smiled. "Good grief, is that all you want? Hell, yes, I'll help you. I thought you wanted something more ... serious than math."
"It's serious to me, Hank. My folks will raise hell if I fail in it."
"Okay. I'll help you. Math is a cinch for me."
"What do you want me to do, Debby?" Bart asked, as if anxious not to be left out of things.
Debby grinned. "Well... right now ... I'd like you to get behind me and fuck my cunt. Would you be so kind?"
It was amazing how quickly Bart got a hard-on then. The thing sprang stiffly up as if it were being operated by a machine. Bart moved around in back of her. "Get on your hands and knees, again, Debby. My cock is coming into your cunt."
She was on her hands and knees very quickly and Bart sank his shaft into her with equal rapidity. He began rear-fucking her slowly, nicely, using long easy strokes.
"Hey, wait for me," Hank cried and moved around in front.
Debby shook her head at him, however. "Aren't you gonna suck me off same as you did Bart?" he demanded angrily.
"Yes, of course, Hank. But I want you to just watch Bart while he dog-fucks me. It'll make you hot. Hotter than you already are. I like to suck the cock of a guy who is awful hot. It's more fun for me."
"I'm hot," Hank protested. "I'm just awful hot."
"I know," she said, even as she grunted from the reaming she was getting at the rear by the hard-pumping Bart. "But, please . . . watch us for a while. I want you to, Hank."
"All right," he consented, and resumed sitting on his haunches though he kept his hardened prick near her face in case she wanted to suddenly suck cock.
He watched the expression on their faces as they fucked. The longer he watched, the more excited he became until he thought he might lose his cum on the floor. He averted his eyes for a few moments and tried to concentrate on not blowing his jism. He was successful in retaining his wad.
Finally, he saw her gesturing to him frantically, so he lay down under her face, his cock standing straight up. She fingered him briefly, lowering her lips to his ready-to-explode prick. He closed his eyes and held his breath as he felt her soft, wet lips so very lightly touching the head of his tool.
"Jesus," he breathed, "that's good."
She kissed his tool lightly and then her tongue snaked out of her mouth and massaged his cock on the sides, much as if she were licking a lollipop.
"Jesus," he breathed again and tried to move up closer to her, to thrust his prick farther into her mouth. She pulled back a trifle, moaning and breathing hard herself.
"Christ," Bart cried out thickly from in back of her. "You said it. She's got one hell of a tight, hot cunt. Man, I think I'm gonna blow it . .. now!"
Hank didn't want to blow off just yet, but Bart's words completely drove his resolve out the window. When Debby chose that precise moment to go all the way down on him, running her tongue over his raging cock in furious fashion at the same time, Hank could hold back no longer.
He held her head with his hands as though to prevent her from not swallowing his cum, and closing his eyes so tightly they hurt, he released in her wetly sucking mouth. The jism shot out of his cock in a long, hot stream and the longer he flowed, the harder the girl sucked his cock.
Meanwhile, Bart had collapsed on top of her, his own prick draining rapidly into the hot young girl's willing body. It seemed that she could not get enough cock. She held Bart at her ass with one arm while her other hand held Hank's cock in position at her mouth. She was being fucked at both ends, and she loved it!
CHAPTER NINE
Sandy P. is eighteen and has been a prostitute for two years. She charges between ten and twenty-five dollars for an hour of her time. Operating in a small town, she can only charge what the traffic will bear and she has to do whatever the John wants in order to make a decent living.
"Well, actually it's not so bad, 'cause most of them want sucking nowadays, and I've always gotten a special kind of kick out of that. I usually do good by the suckers because I put myself into what I'm doing, and they recognize something like that.
"Some girls think that the John is dumb and the only feelings he has are in his cock. Shit on that! The John is a wise cookie, and just coming to a girl like me really puts him on his toes. After all, he looks at me as a dame who can give him something that he needs - something that he's obviously not getting from his old lady.
"God only knows why it is, but so many wives just won't take their husband's dick in their mouths. I think they're stupid, if you want my honest opinion. A girl or woman who's not turned on enough by a cock to want to take it in her mouth and rub her tongue all around its hardness, and close her lips firmly around its thickness and then suck it, must have something wrong with her, that's all!
"Maybe some girls are just born to suck. I know I am. I don't like to suck cocks just because it's the male organ. I like it because it has a taste, an excitement all its own. A person doesn't eat ice cream just because he needs food to keep his body going, does he?
"Well, to me cocksucking is the dessert of a good, healthy sex life!"
CASE HISTORY
"I guess my biggest problem is that Bob, my husband, just doesn't thrill me like my dad did. All the time I was growing up I always felt as though I was in some kind of competition with my mother. I wanted everything she had and more. So naturally I wanted my father in the same way that she had him.
"I started everything we did and I was the one to stop it. Mom had gone to see her father who was very sick, taking my little brother and sister with her. I didn't want to go so they agreed that I could stay home and keep house for Dad.
"Right after she left I started plotting how I could get Dad to bed with me. I wasn't a virgin then but the one experience I had had was unsatisfactory. The boy was my age and didn't really know too much so it was over in a few minutes. My cherry had been busted but the experience hadn't really touched me.
"I did have a lot of experience with other things though. After that one fucking I worried for weeks wondering if I was pregnant. I wasn't but the scare made me decide that I would never try that again. So when boys started to make passes I either gave them a hand job or blew them.
"Maybe I'm some kind of a nut but I just love to suck on cocks. They are so big and pretty and as soon as I get one in my mouth I just go wild. I love to run my tongue around the head and then suck on them until a big spurt of cream pours into my mouth. I come from just doing that and it's great.
"The more I thought about it, the most interesting thing I could think of was sucking off my Dad. I'd seen his prick a few times and it was the biggest yet. It was about six inches long before it even got hard. I just couldn't help wondering how long it would get and how thick around it would be when I took it in my mouth and began to suck.
"I knew that after a week or so Dad would be horny as hell. He was some kind of a stud. I had heard my Mom tell one of her friends that Dad was after her just about every night. So I knew that if I picked the right time it would be easy going.
"After Mom had been gone two weeks, I noticed Dad getting all jumpy and nervous. I knew what he wanted was her soft cunt to plunge his hardness in. The night we did it, I served a lot of wine with dinner. I made up some silly thing to celebrate. After a few glasses Dad was feeling pretty good.
"After dinner we sat and watched television for a while. Then I went and changed into my sexiest nightie. It wasn't that much, just cotton, but you could see my nipples and the outline of my bush through it.
"What I got back downstairs Dad was pouring himself another drink. When he looked at me his eyes got big and round. I looked down and sure enough, his cock was hard and standing up. It was huge and I couldn't wait to get my lips on it.
"He sat down right away and I went and sat on the floor next to him. Soon I managed to sit down between his legs. He kept on moving them around every time I touched him and I knew what a struggle he must have had. But I didn't give a damn. I wanted to suck his cock and I knew that I could. All the while he kept on staring at my tits and my bush. My nipples were hard and all just from the way he was looking at me. I loved it.
"I started asking him if he missed Mom a lot and whether I was a good substitute. He said my cooking was all right but there were other things he missed. When he said that, I took his hard prick in my hand and looked up at him. He looked kind of shocked and when I asked him if that was the part of what he missed he just about went through the floor.
"All the same, when I touched his prick it gave a leap and got even bigger. So I knew that it was going to work out just fine. I unzipped his fly and took out his long lollipop. Before he could say anything I had my lips on it and the head was in my mouth.
"I sucked and licked at the same time, letting my tongue run all around the head and part way into his little hole. I was rewarded with a couple of drops of stuff and I gulped them down right away. It tasted better than any other guy's had.
"By then I knew he wouldn't put up a fight so I raised the head and licked his prick all the way down to his balls. I took them in my mouth too and sucked very gently. All the time he was weakly telling me I had better stop, but the moans were coming out of his throat.
"He hadn't had any for such a long time that he didn't last too long. I felt his cock start to get ready to spurt so I sucked on it hard some more. By then he was beyond anything at all except coming.
"As I sucked I worked his cock in and out of my mouth like it was really fucking him. Soon as I did that he creamed inside me. I swallowed all his jism down and sucked on his prick head a little bit more. His juice tasted so good that I didn't want to lose a drop of it.
"After he was done coming he looked at me like I was almost some kind of a monster. I looked as innocent as I could and told him that I didn't want him to miss mom at all.
"Ever since then, I've sucked him off once every couple of weeks. It was the one thing my mother would never do. As I got older, I started dating more seriously and my interest in Dad tapered off. I think we were both pretty damned relieved when I decided to marry Bob.
'The only problem is, Bob doesn't like me to blow him. Well, he likes it all right but he would much rather fuck. So the only times I get to wrap my lips around his prick is when I have my period. I've been telling him they last ten days lately and he seems to believe me. But what he can't understand is that I would rather suck than fuck. What the hell, at least I get a little of both so I should be satisfied. All I can really say is that my Dad had the best prick I've ever tasted."
CASE HISTORY
"I guess I've always been kind of aggressive. Maybe part of the reason is that I matured earlier than most girls. My tits started budding when I was nine and I had my first period when I was ten. At that age, I was the only one in our group interested in sex at all. The girls would rather play with dolls and the boys were all wrapped up in baseball.
"I played with myself a lot but I never got too much out of it. After all, I knew all the time that it was my hand that was diddling my clit and that took a lot of the fun out of it for me.
"My folks had a marriage manual that they kept hidden away and that was how I learned all about sex. It seemed like a lot of fun but I wasn't too crazy about the idea of a boy climbing on top of me. My older brothers did that all the time and it was a big pain in the neck.
"One thing I did learn from the manual was what men were supposed to look like. I had seen my brothers when they were younger but not since I was interested in sex. It really turned me on to think that their little pricks would get all hard and long and stiff. The idea fascinated me so much that I decided to try something.
"I was babysitting a lot that year for the woman across the street. She had a boy two years younger than I was and he was a real brat. I thought that I could get him hard and then he might behave. It didn't work, of course. I took his prick out and played with it for a long time trying to get it up. I even took it into my mouth and sucked on it. That was the first time and I really enjoyed the sensation of doing it. But the kid was only eight. He did tell me it felt good, though. So from then on, every time I had to watch him I would suck on his prick to make him behave.
"As we both got older his mother got an older babysitter. She didn't think I could handle him. Hell, I knew that all I had to do was take his cock in my mouth and suck a little while and he would do anything I wanted him to. But I couldn't tell her that.
"Naturally, I was still curious. When I was eleven I looked like I was sixteen. My folks went on vacation, a kind of second honeymoon, leaving me home with my brothers. The oldest one was twenty at the time so he could take care of us. At least they thought he could. It was really a lot of fun. He didn't care what I did. So I got dressed up in something kind of sexy and used my mother's make-up and went into town. Town isn't very big, but it was sufficient for what I had in mind. I knew that all the older guys hung out at the pool hall so that's where I headed. They looked up right away when I walked in and after a minute or two I was surrounded.
"In my community only tramps went into places like that so they all thought I was there to get laid. They didn't make any bones about asking me either. So I just plain told them that I was there to suck off a guy, not get fucked. A few bitched a little, thinking I had a gimmick going, but one of them took me up on it.
"We went to a shack in the woods that he and his friends all used to fuck. There was an old mattress there and a lock for the door. He lay down and stripped off his pants and told me to get going.
"His prick wasn't hard then so I took it in my hand and played with it for a few minutes. It got hard pretty fast after that and I looked it over real good. It was just like the books said it would be, all stiff and hard.
"I don't understand myself, so I can't explain why I feel the way I do. All I know is that as soon as I see a hard cock I have a real bad urge to take it in my mouth and suck on it. It comes over me every single time. Maybe it's because I like to have complete control of what's going on. I don't know. Anyway, sucking cocks is my thing and it started right there in that shed when I was eleven.
"Even though I had never sucked a guy before, I knew just what to do. I ran my tongue all around the rim of his cock and then worked my way on back to the shaft. It smelled good and a drop of come dripped out, it tasted good.
"I didn't know just how much a guy creamed before he was empty then and I wondered if that was it. But the sight of his flagpole waving in the breeze turned me on so much that I didn't give a shit. I just wanted to suck on him some more and that's just what I did.
"His prick wasn't all that big but at that time it looked enormous. I managed to get it all in my mouth without any trouble. For a minute or two I just held it there in my mouth and felt the heat inside of it. It really felt good. But I got bored with that pretty quick and I started sucking again. Then I worked over the whole prick all at once, using every muscle in my mouth.
"Pretty soon I felt his cock kind of quiver and shake. I didn't know what that meant so I went right on sucking. When a cup of cream spurted off in my mouth I was pretty damned surprised. But it tasted real good so I gulped it down and sucked on his prick a minute longer, hoping to get more out of him.
"But not only did his prick get dry, it started to shrink. I didn't really think that it would stay up indefinitely but I didn't think it wouldn't either. As it got smaller I tried to suck some more to make it grow big again but there was nothing doing.
"Finally the guy explained that it took him half an hour to build up another load. I didn't feel like waiting around so I left. I think the guy was kind of pissed off at me but I didn't give a shit. I figured I could blow him again some other day.
"When I got home my folks were back a day early. My mother took one look at my face and just about fainted. I didn't know a damned thing about make-up and she couldn't figure out if I looked more like a clown or a painted whore. I got out of it by telling her I put it on to scare my girl friend down the street. She acted like she believed me but after that she kept a close watch on me. In fact, it was three years from then before I sucked my next cock.
"By then the kids my age had caught up with me. All the boys were always making cracks and telling dirty jokes and looking up my dress and down my front. I acted like it bothered me but it didn't really. In fact, I kind of liked it. Every time a guy said something about fucking I just told him that I would rather suck. Most of them didn't know what I was talking about. But then one boy did.
"He had an older brother or cousin or somebody who had told him all about it. So he asked me to blow him. I looked at his pants and saw that his cock was hard. My mouth was just itching to get hold of his stiff prick but I didn't know where. My mom was still pretty strict with me.
"He told me that we could do it right behind the school during lunch. I just laughed at that but after I thought about it, I decided it sounded like a good idea. There were some woods back there and we didn't have to get undressed or anything. So the next day I told him I would meet him at lunch. He looked kind of scared, like he had never been blown before. He hadn't.
"When I got there he was already there, looking scared shitless. I just smiled and let him look down my blouse. I had taken off my bra in the John and he could see my nipples and all. As he looked at them they swelled up and I kind of wished that he could suck them or something. But I knew that there just wouldn't be time.
"I had him stand against a fallen log, kind of leaning on it. Then I kneeled down in front of him so that my mouth was even with his prick. I unzipped his fly and took his cock out of his pants. He had a big one for such a young kid. I played with it for a minute or two with my hand, hoping that it would get hard. It didn't though. Even now I still hate to suck on a limp cock. But I knew that I had to get his juice, drain him dry.
"So I took his soggy prick in my mouth. I sucked the head for a minute or two and felt him getting hard. So I took it out and licked it around the edge and got the tip of my tongue into his little pee hole. That seemed to turn him on more than anything else.
"It was his first time and all so I didn't even get much of a chance to suck him off. He creamed fast, giving me a great big load. That was about the only good thing getting to slurp down all that luscious cream. He sure spurted a lot of it, too.
"After he finished shooting off I sucked a little more since I didn't want to miss anything. And I'll be damned if he didn't get hard all over again. That time I got to suck his cock for a lot longer. I even went back and sucked his balls for a minute or two. I think we could have stayed there all day but the warning bell sounded so we both went to work on his prick.
"He started trying to ram it in and out of my mouth like it was my cunt or something. I didn't like that too much at first but when I got used to it, it was really pretty groovy. I mean having his prick shoved half way down my throat. After doing that a few times he shot off again. There wasn't as much cream the second time but what there was of it was great. I swallowed it down and we had to run all the way back to our class.
"It didn't take long until word got out that I gave a good blow job. After that, all the guys were at me to suck them off. And hell, I didn't mind that a bit. I really loved having all those cocks in my mouth. Once I even sucked two off at once.
'These two guys were having a big fight over who was first in line. I knew that there wasn't a hell of a lot of time left so I told them I would take them both on at once. They stared at me for a minute but they finally agreed. I managed to get the two heads and part of the shafts in my mouth but there wasn't room enough left to suck on them. So I told them they would have to work their cocks in and out of my mouth.
'They did and soon enough they both spurted off inside me at the same time. I was glad of it too, since my jaw was beginning to ache something awful. I only did that one time. And I wouldn't do it again. When I'm blowing a guy I like to be the only source of stimulation. Hell, with two going at once I didn't know if they were getting more from my mouth or from rubbing their cocks together. And the thought of just being a receptacle for two guys who want to rub cocks turns me off fast.
"As I got older I slowed down my activity a lot. It was all right to have five or six guys waiting in line but it was getting to be more like sixty of them trying to make appointments. And I didn't even know a lot of them.
"So I decided I had to be a lot more selective about the cocks I sucked. I just didn't feel like doing all of them. Well, maybe I did but something inside wanted it the other way around.
"When I hit high school I told all the guys that there would be no service without a regular date. That worked out just fine for everyone involved. If a guy was going out with me he knew that he would get his rocks off. And I was one of the most popular girls in school as far as dates went. So it all worked out just fine.
"But college blew it for me. In high school, girls are supposed to have their cherries. But in college if you do you're some kind of a freak. It really burned me up. Shit, I could suck cock so well that it would give a guy a bigger thrill than fucking. But most of them weren't interested. They told me that blow jobs were just for kids who couldn't get the real thing. So I told them to go fuck themselves, since I wasn't about to do it.
"After a few dates like that I knew that I had to change my tactics if I was going to get anywhere. I had a date with a good-looking guy named Fred and figured I'd try my new line out on him.
"I forgot where we went, but afterwards we went back to his apartment. He made the usual pass, kissing me and rubbing my tits. I don't know why, but the stuff just doesn't turn me on. In fact, nothing turns me on but sucking a cock.
"Anyway, I pretended to like it and made moaning noises and the whole bit, until the guy was stirred up something awful. I could feel his prick sticking out at me whenever he came within a foot. I knew that he had a huge one. I wanted to suck him off.
"When I figured he would do anything to get his rocks off, I told him I was flying the flag. He was getting pissed so I told him that since he had been so sweet I would give him a hand job. He looked disgusted and said that the least I could do was blow him. I pretended to try and decide and finally I said yes.
"His prong was even bigger than I had figured. It was at least a foot long and two inches around. I had never gone down on a guy that big and I was a little scared. But I figured the action would be the same except that part of his cock would just have to do without a whole lot of sucking.
"I ran my tongue over the head and down the shaft. It was a hell of a long trip but it was worth it. When I kind of kissed his balls he almost jumped out of his skin. Then I worked my way back up the shaft, giving him sucking kisses all the way back to the head. I could tell that he was really ready to come at any time so I took the immense head in my mouth and sucked on it. It only took two or three minutes before he creamed.
"As soon as I felt his jism in my mouth, I stuffed as much of his cock in as I could while I gulped his cream down. He didn't shoot a hell of a lot but it sure tasted good. But then, all cream does. Oh, there are differences between one guy and another but it's all good stuff.
"He waited a week and asked me out again. I figured that he wanted to fuck but I went anyway. I knew that I could always tell him that I would be afraid to have a prick his size in my pussy. And that's just what I did.
"He didn't act surprised at all. In fact, he told me that he always got that reaction from girls he dated. He was really feeling sorry for himself so I told him that as a special favor I would go down on him again. So I did. But afterwards he wanted to eat me. And I didn't want that one bit. I just don't like it when a guy touches me. When he was ready to insist I got a headache and went back to the dorm early.
"My plan had worked real well. Actually, it wasn't a plan as much as it was an attitude. If I acted like I didn't want to suck a guy off he wanted me to. But if I was just sitting there with my mouth watering for a good shot of cream, the guys backed off. It was all kind of a drag but at least I got a lot of cocks to suck.
"After school was over and I was working I had to go through the same kind of thing again. The way my life is working now is kind of weird. I just don't go out with the same man twice. I live in a big city so there isn't any real problem. When I do have a date I tell them I've got my period and take it from there.
'People are always asking me if I want to get married. Hell no. I'm not interested in fucking or kids or a husband. All I'm really interested in is a fresh cock to suck every few days. And I haven't had any trouble at all getting one. My falling in low is very unlikely so I don't even think about it. It's true that I have never had an orgasm in my cunt. But the surge of power that floods through me as I suck some guy off is enough for me. Anyway, that's my life and that's the way I want to live it."
CHAPTER TEN
The first sexual experience is met differently by male and female. A young man, once deflowered of his virginity, is concerned with it no longer. In fact, he will probably brag about it.
But a young girl - often it is a traumatic experience with her and can even possibly ruin her life. Let a young girl "stray from the path of virtue," and let there be even one breath of suspicion about her, and she will find no forgiveness in many quarters. A man may emerge from a mire of dissipation without a spot or blemish on his character. It may even be considered a sign of his manhood. And most people will excuse it saying that "he is sowing his wild oats."
But let a woman stray, and there is no return.
A girl may face more dire consequences from the sex act than a boy. She may become pregnant and thus publish her folly to the world. Many such cases are found in maternity hospitals where young girls, some of them yet children, between the ages of twelve and fifteen, are pregnant without even knowing that the results of copulation can lead to childbirth because no one has ever told them.
There is proof, however, that total abstinence brings on bad results. Long continued, it can bring on impotence and various nervous disorders. There are cases on record where complete breakdowns have occurred.
Most human beings feel the craving for a mate, and this craving demands gratification. It may be a permanent impulse, or it may be occasional and lead to satisfaction by promiscuity. If it is not gratified, it produces cranky old bachelors and hysterical old maids and may lead to severe attacks of neurasthenia. It can also produce migraine headaches.
The only cure for these total abstainers is sex!
Some women, reared in a mid-Victorian atmosphere, try to give the impression that they are really non-sexual, and that they serve their husbands only because they feel they have to. One woman said, "My husband is like a smelly old goat! I lie there and let him have at me, and I don't feel a thing but disgust!"
These women are either lying, or they are abnormal. No normal woman is as passive as some of them would like to make men think. In fact, women experience an ecstasy of feeling during orgasm that is as much as seven times greater than that of men, involving the whole system in an ecstatic nervous erethism. Few men could bear up under that! Imagine an ejaculation seven times greater than what the average man has. The poor fellow would nearly die, or at least, pass out!
Among our younger people, the attitude toward marriage has changed. Our forefathers considered marriage necessary for the survival of the human race. Over-population has changed that, and the big problem now is not to produce. Modern medicine has greatly reduced the infant mortality rate. And manifold facilities are provided now for the unfit. A social contra-selection has now set in, and all of our sentimental activities in the interest of charity, praiseworthy as they are, have backfired on us.
Perverted sentimentality shows itself particularly in the stand we still take toward marriage. Marriage and child-bearing are preached in and out of season. Almost anybody, from the criminal in prison to the insane in our asylums, are allowed to reproduce. Methods to prevent conception are known and used chiefly among our better educated men and women, so that the greater part of our present population is produced by the lower classes. The danger lies in the climbing birthrate of weak and inferior children. The moral law and human sympathy dictate that a child once born should be preserved by all known means. In the interest of society, the mentally or physically defective child should be prevented from being born.
But how?
There is no need for the overthrowing of all human institutions and the use of the methods of a stud farm. The freedom to contract an unsuitable marriage is preferable to the tyranny of the state directing the personal affairs of its citizens, such as happened in Nazi Germany. The answer lies in more knowledge of methods of birth control and of the conception process, in laws to allow abortions (which are already legal in some states) and in a freer moral code which admits, as all psychologists know, that sex is not entirely for the purpose of propagation. It is time to admit that there is a genuine element of pleasure in the sex act, and that sex is needed to keep the body in proper tone.
The pregnancy rate among "swingers" is very low. They know the precautions - many of them learned from each other - and take advantage of them. They fuck safe.
Very seldom does the young girl in a swap party situation get pregnant. She has learned from her friends how to avoid having a baby. Swappers know, too, that in the evolution of man from savagery, he has evolved from a state of promiscuity to monogamy, and that in the three periods of human history, the man-woman relationship was largely a result of his surroundings. When man's livelihood consisted of fruits, which were always plentiful, a man could afford to have many wives. As food became harder to find, the relationships of the sexes changed. In the savage stage, when man lived in hordes, all males of a clan protected the women and also claimed all the women for their own.
Adultery was, as yet, unknown.
At the beginning of barbarism, the communal family was replaced by the "paring family." It was founded upon the marriage between single pairs, but without exclusive cohabitation. The marriage continued during the pleasure of both parties. Marriage between close relatives was prohibited and considered immoral (though the definition of incest differed greatly from culture to culture.)
This type of marriage still exists among the Navajo Indians of the Southwest. The woman is the undisputed mistress of the house and clan. The male provides food and protects the clan. If and when the woman gets tired of her man, she simply sets his personal belongings outside the hogan, and the man knows it is time for him to move on.
He usually goes back to his parents' home until such a time comes when he woos and wins another squaw, and he moves into her abode.
In our society, it is the woman who leaves her clan (home) and joins that of her husband. Our Judeo-Christian Bible says, "Therefore, shall a man leave his father and mother and shall cleave to his wife." And the wife, "forsaking all others," joins her husband.
It is interesting to note at this point that in the entire range of higher mammals, even among those considered polygamous, the female is usually monogamous, at least, for the period of her impregnations. She will admit no other male until her next period.
But there was no reward for chastity. The gratification of the sexual instinct was simply a natural process that contained in it neither good nor evil, and the jewel of chastity had no more value than a grain of sand. For ages, the sentiment of chastity had no existence. Fornication, adultery, and what we could call incest were the common order of things, accepted by public opinion, and often even consecrated by religion.
Later on, with the coming of private ownership of property, chastity became, not only a virtue, but a necessity, as a means of passing on a man's worldly goods. The wife who transgressed was severely punished, and in the Middle Ages, during the absence of her husband, she was sometimes required to wear a chastity belt.
Chastity also created her twin sister, modesty. To increase the obstacles to men's advantage, women imposed upon themselves great restraint when in men's company. Feminine coyness prolonged the period of courtship, and by keeping her lover in doubt and suspense, the imagination and the sentimental side of love were developed.
Feminine modesty and coyness have become sentiments by which women dominate men.
Honor and virtue in women did not originally take their rise from any innate moral sense, but from the nature of her position and in accordance with the condition of her relationship with men. Her morality is founded rather on the rule of reason. Woman's modesty and coyness are nothing more than reason applied to human actions, and they regulate men's desires, appetites, and affections for the good of the family, community, nation, and human race.
Thus, the fascinating details of the evolution of the marriage relations among men teach the lesson that the strongest sentiment of chastity, this powerful moral law which controls human actions as the law of gravitation rules the world, has grown slowly from microscopic beginnings until it has assumed virtually a racial consciousness which underlies that of the individual. Throughout the three periods of mankind - savagery, barbarism and civilization - the human heart has felt that man had to sacrifice personal comfort and freedom of action in the interests of posterity, and that it was better to suffer the pain of repressed passion in the interest of general morality which conscience said was a fundamental value.
Perhaps we are moving into a fourth state.
At an Indian school in New Mexico, the girls rule the boys! They make the dates. They are the aggressors.
The boys are the more passive ones, and they do not compete with each other for girl friends. If their particular girl friend decides to take up with another boy, they simply laugh, sit back, and wait. Finally, another girl comes along. They are not jealous, and there is no such thing as a "love triangle" among them.
The homes of these pupils are ruled over by the women, who build protecting walls around their children, as was done to them in their childhoods. The mother strives to give her child security and an inner peace. One Indian mother said, "A culture must not turn out wounded and defeated individuals. There are values one must hold to, but they are not those of a competitive society."
Often, a Navajo woman, for instance, will have several children by different men. All goes well unless a white man moves in.
Bird-throat was a tribal singer and a weaver of rugs. She had six children by three different men and was living with her fourth "husband" when a white man came on the scene. In true Indian fashion, she set her fourth husband's belongings outside her hogan, and the white man moved in. Her first gift to him was a silver and turquoise necklace containing the bluest turquoise she could find. She placed it about his neck, and he kissed her.
After that, he led her to a cot in the hogan, and they had sex.
He told her, 'Take off your satin blouse." He helped her out of her red velvet skirt and then let her hair down.
When she stood naked before him, she said, "I like the good sun on my naked body." She smiled while she watched the white man get out of his clothes.
The man, whose name was Ben Everley, pushed her down on the cot. She kissed his hairy chest and listened to his heartbeat.
His long, hard, white cock became a magnet for her eyes. She touched it, encircled it with her fingers, and began to pump it.
Ben closed his eyes as she lowered her head over his cock and took it into her mouth. He moved his hips and it slid in deeper. She felt of his glans with her moving tongue.
For a long moment, she lay there with his cock in her mouth, hearing the soft sounds of the desert outside. Then she pulled away, and he got on top of her and came down into her wet pussy with one hard thrust. He shifted lightly to get at her tits, and she spread her legs wide to permit him to probe better, to find her hard clitoris with the head of his cock.
He fucked enthusiastically, pushing more of his hard meat into her as she moaned and gasped and said she was getting close to a climax.
Her obvious pleasure was the man's reward. She felt a tiny spasm begin in her womb. It reached a point beyond control as he plunged faster, then went tense and shuddered as he cried out and jetted semen thick and fast into her juicy hole.
He was gasping when it was all over, and she was making urgent sounds. Her hips jerked as she reached her own climax. And then he fell away from her.
They both lay panting, gloriously content.
Then Bird-throat said, "Want to fuck my sister?"
The sentence was less of a question than it was a command.
Bird-throat dressed and left the hogan. Soon, she came back, leading Wahilla by the hand. "Feed her some of your cock," Bird-throat said.
Wahilla got naked and lay on the cot. Ben placed himself over her and said in a deep voice, "Here it comes!"
He pressed his great, thick glans against her partly opened cunt lips. She opened her legs wider and he slid into the hilt. Wahilla bit her lips and moaned in pain. Ben had stretched her pussy and got her cherry. He felt her warm blood ooze up around his cock, and he hadn't known until then that she was a virgin.
He pushed a folded blanket under her head. "Lie still, honey," he told her. 'The worst is over. Now, I'm going to fuck you!"
She put her hands under him, on his naked buttocks, and dug her nails into his flesh, pulling him deeper into her. In stoic fashion, she took all the cock he had.
Ben knew that Bird-throat was watching. He felt his glans press against the young girl's womb. He became mindless as he fucked her, battering the clitoris that pulsed with a fluttering sensation against his cock.
His prick-thrusts became almost brutal. They were powerful, violent as he grunted, "Oh, holy Shit! Oh, Jesus Christ!"
He felt his thick spurts of semen flood her pussy. His cock was swollen inside her, and his semen overflowed her snatch and ran down her leg.
He was dazed, but she kept urging him on as her hands pressed his buttocks. Finally, there was no more semen in him, and he pulled his softening cock from her, gritting his teeth.
She kept working her pulsing pussy against him. Now, her hands clawed his head. Then she whimpered and convulsed.
When it was all over, they lay there together in a pool of sun which came through the opened door. They lay like two-dead people.
Then someone began washing Ben's face. He opened his eyes and looked up. It was Bird-throat, and she was smiling down at him.
He smiled back at her. He was gloriously content.
The next day, they had sex again. This time, Nemi, Wahilla's young lover, joined them. Bird-throat was the aggressor. She coaxed Nemi to fuck her, while Ben played with Wahilla. Then they changed partners.
One evening, Bird-throat's fourth husband came back. She met him at the door of the hogan and chased him off.
Ben pondered over her way of divorcing her husband. When he tried to translate it in terms of his own civilized life, it made no sense.
Bird-throat told him, "The mother's home is like a nest for her children. Sometimes, a man will leave, but - "
"I left my mother's house," Ben said. "Did she tell you to go?"
"Not exactly. But she knew it was time for me to go out on my own."
"That was good," the Indian woman said, smiling. 'The old know. And they give good advice."
During the time Ben Everley lived with the Indians, he never knew them to have mass sex. But the swapping of partners was rather common among them, though it was done under some kind of a code which was accepted by all. A woman, of course, could remarry any man she divorced, and often her going to bed with another man was only temporary.
Sometimes Ben Everley wondered if the Indians' rustic way wasn't superior to the superficially cultivated ones in the white society he had escaped.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jenny was brought up in the South, where women were expected to be sweet and feminine at all times. She has never raised her voice or had a serious disagreement with her husband. She was brought up to believe that men know best and she believes it.
All through high school, when her interest in boys first seriously developed, Jenny wore braces and was overweight. For this reason she felt inferior to the other girls and had few dates. As soon as a boy took an interest in her, Jenny thought that he must be really hard up to bother, and pride would not let her accept any dates. She was a lonely girl and very much out of things that were going on.
The summer before she left for college, Jenny went on a diet and her braces came off. She hardly recognized herself in the mirror. From a chubby teenager she had turned into a very attractive young woman. While she was fairly short, her figure was well-proportioned for her height. With a new hair style and with practice using make-up, she was ravishing.
Underneath all her glamour she was still afraid that no one would like her. So when she entered college, her mind was made up to do whatever was necessary to get into a fun crowd that would accept her as one of them.
Polly, her roommate, was a year older and quickly introduced Jenny to all of her friends. Jenny was a little frightened at first because they swore, smoked and got drunk regularly. But all the boys took one look at the lovely girl and got hard right then. Naturally they wanted to get to know her better.
Jenny was a virgin when she entered college but believed that if she ever really fell in love it would be all right to sleep with the boy. She knew that love was the most important thing in her life and she set out to find it.
The crowd Polly introduced Jenny to were only interested in having fun. They kept their cool at all costs and prided themselves for being as unemotional as possible. Jenny, with all her intensely romantic notions, didn't belong there at all. But the boys all wanted her and the girls thought she was very sweet. It was the first time she had ever felt so fully accepted, so she tried to gear her emotions to fit in with her peers.
Bruce was the boy who attracted Jenny the most. He was older and very handsome. After seeing him at parties only a few times Jenny convinced herself that she was in love with him. Bruce knew her crowd well and never dreamed that the girl had such strong feelings. He felt her attraction and decided he might as well make the most of it.
He had an apartment off campus and one night he invited Jenny over to study. After a few drinks she found herself in the bedroom with most of her clothes off. She couldn't remember too well what had led up to it but believing that she was in love with Bruce made it easy for her to accept his advances.
As he kissed and sucked on her breasts, telling her all the time how lovely she was, Jenny began to feel a tingling sensation in her cunt. She took this as a sign of her intense love for the boy. As she creamed up he ran his hands up and down her legs, getting closer to her pussy with each stroke. She opened her legs a little, and waited for his hands to finally reach her throbbing pussy.
When they did, she went wild with delight. She was very inexperienced but willing to try anything to please the boy. After he rubbed her clit for a minute or two, causing her cunt to cream up even more, he climbed on top of her and lowered his hot poker into her seething cauldron. As his cock made the first full thrust Jenny gave a short scream. But after he was all the way in her damp box she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation.
Bruce had no idea that she was a virgin and began to feel a little guilty. But the passion on Jenny's face convinced him that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. So he began to work up and down on her pussy, going slowly so that it would hurt as little as possible.
For the first few minutes Jenny lay there passively, enjoying the feel of this thick cock. But then, completely by instinct, she began to move with him until their rhythm was established. She met every new thrust of his prick with an arching of her back. Seeing that she was settling into the act so nicely Bruce let go and began to fuck her harder.
As his prick kept ramming into her softness she wrapped her legs around his back to hold him even closer. He liked that since his prick could go even deeper into the marshy box beneath him. His strokes became more intense and he came suddenly, flooding her cunt with a deluge of cream.
Jenny felt the heat pour into her body and she gave herself up to the pleasure of having his hot jism inside her. She didn't come then but she was close to it. When it was over and he collapsed on top of her, his head buried in her breasts, she whispered that she loved him.
He ignored her, thinking that she was only saying it in the white heat of passion and didn't mean it at all. He knew that girls didn't fall in love like that, after only a few meetings. Jenny thought that he hadn't heard her but didn't bother to repeat what she had said. She remembered the rules Polly had told her - let no emotion show at all. Keep your cool. And so Jenny tried to stay cool, even though she wanted to break through and tell the world that she was in love.
She did tell Polly when she got back to the dorm.
"Jenny, you're confusing sex with love. You don't know Bruce all that well or anything. I mean, so he laid you once. He's laid all of us sometime and I'll admit that he's pretty good in bed. But honey, you can't really be in love with him."
The girl was hurt that everyone had slept with Bruce and that Polly didn't believe her. But she was tired and thought it best not to argue. So she fell asleep dreaming that Bruce's arms were holding her tight.
Bruce asked her out a few times after that but found that her sweetness bored him. As he told one of his friends, "She's hot as a firecracker in bed but outside she's like milk. Warm milk like my mother used to give me to put me to sleep. Besides that, I think she's beginning to get too involved." And so he stopped seeing her.
Jenny was miserable and didn't understand what she had done wrong. She loved him and had given him everything that she could. What more could he want? She found out quickly that he was sleeping with another girl.
It would have taken Jenny longer to recover from her hurt if she hadn't met Mark. He was another member of the group and he had heard that Jenny was good in bed. He asked her out to find out if it was true. He didn't try anything on the first date and Jenny went tearing back to the dorm to announce that she was in love again. Polly almost told her that it had only been a week since she was in love with Bruce, but decided against it. She decided that maybe Jenny had to tell people that when she was getting ready to screw. And Polly didn't believe in interfering with other people's sex lives.
It was Mark who introduced Jenny to oral sex on their second date. They were lying naked on his bed when he told Jenny, "I'm going to kiss you all over the place - every single inch of you."
She had never heard of oral sex but she was so much in love with Mark that she was willing to try anything. So, as his kisses got closer to her cunt, she spread her legs and let him mouth her pussy. It turned her on more than anything else and when he fucked her a few minutes later she had her first orgasm.
Mark would have taken her out again but his best friend told him that he would like a chance. So Jenny went through the same thing with Mark until she fell in love with Pete.
All the girls in her dorm were after Jenny to get pills, but she refused. She thought that would make the whole thing too premeditated and she wanted to be so in love that her emotions swept her off her feet. Jenny still believed that sex was all right if you were in love. Her only problem was that she fell in love once every couple of weeks. Eventually she got pregnant.
As Jenny waited for the period that never came she turned over a new leaf. She stayed away from her old crowd and spent more time studying. But it was too late - she was pregnant. She could figure out who the father of the child was but didn't tell anyone - not even him. By that time she had fallen in and out of love with a few other boys and wasn't interested in the boy who impregnated her.
So when Jenny went home for summer vacation she told her parents what had happened. Not all of it - just that she was going to have a baby. After a lot of yelling they settled down and tried to figure out what to do about it. A friend of theirs was going to the ocean for the summer and winter and offered to take Jenny along as a mother's helper. The girl readily agreed.
It wasn't long before Jenny was in love again. But pregnant as she was she didn't attract too much attention from men. After she had the baby she went back home and got a job. Her parents tried to forget what had happened and kept Jenny busy so that she wouldn't have time to think of the baby she had put up for adoption.
At work Jenny met quite a few men who asked her out for dates. She went, and fell in love again and again. After a year of working and six affairs, she met Lew.
He was not Jenny's ideal but he was hard working and steady. And best of all, he really loved Jenny. She told him most of what happened to her and he took it calmly, telling her that she had gotten mixed up with a bunch of bastards. To prove that he was serious about her, he told her that he didn't want to sleep with her until after they were married.
Jenny quickly took on a bloom and seemed to come alive as she shopped for furniture and things for their apartment. She thought all the time about how wonderful it would be to climb into bed with her husband. She knew that this time she was really in love and that it would last for the rest of her life.
They went to the shore for their honeymoon and it was perfect. The sea washing against the sand was an ideal setting and Lew was a tender and passionate lover. Their wedding night was something Jenny would always remember.
After changing into a transparent white nightgown, Jenny took the glass of champagne Lew handed her and they toasted their new life. Then Lew took his bride in his arms and began to kiss her passionately, running his tongue in and out of her mouth like a snake.
He lifted the gown off her lovely body and stepped back to look at her. She stood there proud and strong with her breasts jutting out from her chest. Her nipples were extended and there was a glazed look full of passion in her eyes. Lew looked down further to the furry patch of hair that nestled so sweetly between her legs and then the long, well-shaped legs themselves.
As Jenny watched him looking at her, a surge of power went through her. He loved her, adored her, and would make her happier than she had ever been before. Unable to stand even the shortest separation she threw herself into his arms and sighed as he held her tight. He kissed her once more, a kiss so full of feeling that the room seemed to be spinning around in circles. When he released her, she fell back upon the bed.
Lew quickly joined her and they embraced so that their bodies were touching at every possible point. Jenny's nipples and breasts were standing firm against Lew's chest, their bellies were close together, and his cock was pressing against her hairy mound.
As they lay close together Lew's hands ran over her back and ass and along her neck, causing chills and shivers of delight to run up and down her spine. She took his ass cheeks in her hands and ran her fingers over them with a feathery light touch.
They disengaged and Lew took a melon-like breast in each hand and played with them until Jenny was gasping for breath and begging him to hurry and fuck her. But he wanted to wait until his flesh was on fire and heated up past the boiling point. His hands moved over her body and headed down for her cunt. As she felt him coming she opened her legs wide so that he could see the dewy wetness of her soft pussy.
He covered it with his hand and felt her clit, hard and throbbing up against him. As he fingered the dampness he felt his prick begin to surge with new desire. Then he didn't care about anything but getting his cock into the humid swamp of her cunt.
Quickly he mounted her hot body and plunged his prick in all the way to the hilt. As he completed his thrust Jenny could feel his balls flap gently against her skin. Once he was inside they both were like wild animals. They moved fast and hard, scratching and clawing at each other in their passion. They came quickly but they were both completely satisfied. Jenny lay against Lew's chest and told him over and over again how much she loved him and how happy she was.
As they talked, Jenny's fingers were busy caressing the prick that had brought her so much pleasure. Soon he was hard and ready to go all over again. This time there was less foreplay, but the fucking took a long time. He entered her slowly and spent ten minutes or so diving into her cunt with very slow strokes of his sword. Each time he pulled it all the way out, then lowered it back into her hot dampness. Jenny arched her back with each thrust. As he pulled out she felt empty and miserable for a second until he thrust his cock in once again.
After ten minutes or so Jenny could feel the passion building up in her cunt and begged him to hurry. She knew that she was coming and didn't want to until she felt the steam of his juice deep within her body.
"Oh, Jenny, I don't want it to end yet. It feels so good inside you. All warm and wet and tight. God, you have such a sweet cunt I can't believe it. Don't make me stop just yet. Please."
And he kept on running his cock in and out of her at the same slow pace, fully enjoying each thrust into her damp, tight cunt. Jenny was unable to control her passions any longer and she came with a scream. As her nails clawed at his back Lew kept still, letting the vibrations of her cunt surround and envelop his still hard prick. As soon as her spasms had subsided, Lew began to go up and down on her cunt once again.
The grasping lips of her pussy as she came had driven him on to new heights of passion so that he no longer wanted to wait. His thrusts grew faster and harder as he rushed toward his climax. As his cream hosed her down, Jenny came again, even more intensely. With her eyes wide open she watched skyrockets going off on the ceiling of the hotel room.
They made love twice more that night and towards dawn fell asleep in each other's arms. The entire week of the honeymoon was like that and Jenny had never felt better or more in love.
But once they got back home things changed drastically. Lew was very involved with his work and he began coming home late all the time. Jenny tried to understand but she took his inattention to her as a sign that he didn't love her.
"Jenny, don't be silly. Of course I love you. But I have to think of us all the time and how we live. Don't you want me to be a success?" he once asked.
"Yes, I guess so. But does it have to take so much time? You haven't come near me for two weeks now. When you get home all you do is read reports and work some more, no matter how late it is. How am I supposed to feel? We haven't been married long at all and already you don't care about me."
Lew tried to explain it all again and when that failed he took Jenny off to bed and made love to her. She was satisfied for a few days but then she started to get upset again. She thought that all the romance was going out of her life and she didn't like that one bit. She wanted their married life to be like one long honeymoon, and it wasn't. It was just dull and boring most of the time.
It wasn't long before Jenny started to daydream about another man. At first the whole thing was in her mind but then she met Ron. He lived next door and had a job working nights. During the day he sat around the pool at the apartment and read or talked with the women. He was very handsome and only a few years older than Jenny. It didn't take her long to convince herself that she was in love with him.
In his own way, Ron was just as romantic as Jenny.
From reading so many old novels he got the idea that the ideal love would involve subterfuge and sneaking. For him, an affair with a married woman was perfect. Noticing Jenny's obvious interests he started to play up to her.
One day he knocked on her door to borrow something and she invited him in for lunch. As soon as he was inside the door her passionate nature showed itself.
"Ron, darling, I don't know what to do. I love you so much that it hurts. Oh darling, please love me, I need you badly." Ron put his arms around her and held her tight. A minute later they were in the bedroom undressing.
Ron told Jenny that he loved her too and wanted to do everything and anything to her. He began by kissing every inch of her body. Soon his head was buried deep in her hairy triangle. At his first touch Jenny felt her pussy cream up and get soft and ready for his prick. As his mouth got closer to her cunt she let all her inhibitions go and spread her legs wide open. Lew never went down on her and she took Ron's willingness to do so as proof of his love.
His mouth covered her cunt for a minute and then his tongue started to work it over. He lapped at her juice like a kitten. When she was almost dry he ran his tongue into her hole and stirred up more juice for his eager tongue.
Jenny was writhing on the bed, thinking that she had never had such a wonderful lover who cared so much about her happiness. When his lips took her clit between them she gasped with pleasure. His tongue licked her captured love button with fast movements which brought her to a climax in minutes. As she came, Jenny found herself spinning upward as the passion shot through her cunt to the rest of her body.
Wanting to give Ron the same pleasure, she took his prick in her mouth. He was long and hard and it only took a few minutes to suck him off since he had been highly aroused by the taste of her cunt. He filled her mouth with cream and she gulped it down like water. She loved the thought that she had been able to please her lover.
Jenny and Ron kept up their affair for almost a year. During that time she toyed with the idea of divorcing Lew but decided it wouldn't be worth it. She decided that marriage can kill love and didn't want anything to change her relationship with Ron.
The lovers relied mainly upon oral sex for their affair. In that way, Jenny didn't feel that she was really committing adultery. Since she gave such good head, Ron was willing to go along with her.
Soon after their first anniversary, Jenny discovered that she was pregnant with Lew's baby. At that point she decided to give up her relationship with Ron until after the baby was born. Whether they will resume it is impossible to tell. The baby may absorb most of Jenny's need for someone to love. If not, the chances that she will resume her affair or find another lover are great.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Literature is supposed to reflect the thoughts, actions, and affairs of a people at a given time, including attitudes and practices in affairs of sex. The earlier English talked frankly on "delicate" subjects during the time of Jane Austen. By the 1840's a restraint was put on certain topics, then a revolt against this prudishness began to rise with the coming of feminism in the nineteenth century. It was a belated, but inevitable, aspect of the democratic process. It was bound to happen when women began to be regarded as companions, rather than helpmates and incubators, with equal rights and privileges of men.
About 1855, Walt Whitman, in the United States, called for the athletic woman, sunburned, vigorous, ripe for love, equal in vital force to men. He begged the contemporary woman to give up invalidism and the glamour of frailty, which were her first resorts when industrialism and a lowered birthrate made her job at home a relative sinecure. These women were not content with the picture of the female (in books) which left a quarter of her life untold. Most females of the last quarter of the nineteenth century knew much more about the motives of the female characters in novels than the male authors were allowed to tell. The taboo was bound to be broken.
Whitman's experience in breaking it was not encouraging. The hullabaloo set up by the guardians of literary morality over his alleged indecencies obscured the real greatness of the man and shadowed his full purpose for well over half a century. The literary Gestapo which hounded him was of men, not women, who felt themselves responsible for reticence. The men were prudish, though not to each other, because they were afraid that the subservient, loving and utterly pure woman they had created out of their romantic imaginations would be encouraged by reading, become a human being with senses like men, and throw off the lash of domesticity.
Once the new woman appeared in society, the idea she should be protected from the knowledge of the facts of life became absurd. Honest writers demanded the right to describe woman with the same frankness used for men. The desire to make women human in books, now that she had made herself human in society, was no stronger than the pent-up desire of men to show that the "purity" of the Victorian Age was the least interesting, and probably the least important, of female attributes.
Men became more truly interested in women as human beings, and not some chaste angel innocent of sexual truths.
And then the American public became acquainted with Freud. Freud declared that sex was important without reference to birth rate. "Sexual intercourse is a vitamin," he wrote. "Without it, your being may warp."
And so, the American woman became a healthier animal. Americans didn't want their beings warped, and they'd already been introduced to vitamins.
And so they began partaking of sex as if it were a miracle drug.
A chemical reaction takes place in your body when you become attracted to a person of the opposite sex. It is a wonderful moment, and you call it love. You don't stop to examine it.
Still, in rare moments of objectivity, you may ask yourself: "How did I fall in love?" You wonder why one certain person can make your blood run hot and cold, make you desire physical contact. Often, it is no more than shapely legs, the rounded curves of a woman's breasts, or even her enchanting smile. There is no pattern to love, or any of its relatives, such as lust. This very lack of pattern enhances it, gives it substance beyond a poet's lovely words, indicating that our intuitiveness is based on real human needs.
With whom do we fall in love?
It is usually a person who is the total of our thoughts, ideals and emotions, someone whose personality complements our own.
That is why falling in love gives us a feeling of being newborn. We are overcome by a power which makes us happy and drives us on. We have a sense of fulfillment.
With this sensation of falling in love goes a feeling of familiarity. A lover may say, "I have the feeling of having known you always." This dynamic attraction is based upon deep psychological and biological desires of which the individual is seldom aware. They go back to childhood memories of someone whom the child has idealized.
At a swap party, a man looked at a certain woman. She looked back, and a shock, almost like an electrical charge, passed between them. They got together and tried each other out sexually. After it was over, the man said, "This is love at first sight!"
He wanted more and more of the same. The woman did, too. At last, the man realized his mind had deceived him. The woman had reminded him of a female in his long ago past, and with that realization, his love grew stale.
Love is a mixture of the sexual and the ego-preserving instincts and shows itself in a psychic bond between two people. Sexual relations, of course, play an important part in the total role.
The aim is for the preoccupation with the beloved to become complete, to unite in coitus. Freud describes love as a mild psychosis, enough though that a young man or woman may pass the home of a loved one at night and study the windows of the loved one's room and experience a feeling of ecstasy that may even result in orgasm.
This love-feeling can be painful. Nietzsche describes it as being like having a fever. When a man is in love, he endures more than at any other time. He submits to everything.
This reaction can be fine if the loved one is emotionally normal. What happens if the loved one is not?
Some may resort to self-torture. Others may become the sadistic type and wish to hurt the loved one. As an unhappily married sailor once put it, a man who had married a mercenary, non-intellectual shrew, "Make sure your mate will be a sail, and not an anchor!"
Psychologically, the above sailor had married his mother who was always hoping some rich relative would die and leave her a fortune! The wife even looked like the mother! And she was cold-natured, saying often, "What is love? I never loved anyone."
With those attitudes, she wasn't a good sexual partner, of course. She took, but she did not give. The young sailor-husband got her interested in a swap party with a friend, who pronounced her good the first time. But, the second time and after that, she was no better than her husband had found her. Her troubles were based on ancient, unpleasant memories.
Jerry married Mary when he was only twenty-two and she was nineteen. Mary had been the most popular girl on the college campus, and, looking back, Jerry wondered if he'd married her mostly to prove to the other boys that he could. As soon as he graduated from college, Jerry took a position with an oil company. It was a good job, and he prospered right from the start. Mary and he had a lovely home, a maid, a nice car, and plenty of time and money to thoroughly enjoy life. The first two years of their marriage were pretty good.
Mary was a good sex partner until after the birth of their first child. She turned moody, and her personality seemed to change overnight. There were times, Jerry felt, when she could hardly bear his presence, and he didn't know why. He tried to talk with her, but she refused to discuss their problem.
Once, she did tell him that she'd grown tired of sex - at least, sex with Jerry. "It's so routine," she'd said.
Jerry tried some new techniques, but they did no good. He couldn't warm Mary up, so he started finding his sexual release with the maid, Millie.
Millie was the kind of girl who liked to eat a man up. She admitted to Jerry that before he came along, she was fucking it up with the next-door neighbor's gardener. He had an apartment over the garage, and Millie admitted she often went out there and slept with him at night.
The first time Jerry screwed Millie, his wife, Mary, was off to some social function. Millie liked to have her large nipples sucked, and Jerry gave her the works. When his fingers tingled her buttocks, she squealed, "Oh, Jerry, Jerry, put that thing in me!"
"Okay," he'd whispered hoarsely, "let's get out of our clothes."
They were up in Jerry and Mary's bedroom. Millie undressed first, and while Jerry was getting out of his clothes, she went around pulling down the blinds, and turning the lights low. When she came back, Jerry was stretched out naked on the bed, and his hard cock was sticking up like a tent pole. She grabbed it and squeezed, and it throbbed in her hand. Jerry's cock was pretty big, and its glans was pinkish-red.
Jerry ran eager hands over the slim body and received her warm, wet kisses. She kept her hand on his organ that was demanding to be taken care of. Gently, she pulled his body to her and guided his dick into her cunt. Her cunt juices were freely flowing, so it slipped all the way in and throbbed inside her warm pussy. She thrust upward to get all of it. He began moving upon her, and their blissful connection was completed.
He moaned as he pumped. Under him, Millie's ecstasy mounted, and she answered his moans with her own.
Jesus Christ, she was hot and good! Jerry pumped it to her, lifting her now and then a few inches off the bed.
Jerry felt good in every pore of his body as she helped him reach heaven. Let Mary neglect him, he thought, as he pumped it to her.
He fucked her intensely as she held him about the neck. His cock filled her, and yet she didn't complain that it was too tight.
He was breathing hard - once in a while hissing his breath - as he pushed. He asked, "Hurt you?"
"Hell, no!" she replied. "Give me all you've got - every fuckin' inch of it!"
He felt his cock twitch inside her. His semen gathered in his balls. Millie convulsed and began grappling frantically. He knew she was reaching her climax. And, oh, God, he was, too! He began writhing and bucking, losing rhythm, missing beats. And then his cock throbbed and spurted. She gobbled it down with her cunt, squeezing him with her pussy lips. He writhed and jerked until she drained him of all he had.
"Damn good fuck," he said, when it was all over.
"Yeah," she said. "We'll have to do it again sometime!"
Mary, disappointed and angered to the point of bitterness, had also found her outlet. She, like Millie, was letting the neighbor's gardener fuck it to her. Though Jeff was young, there was nothing of the boy-stuff about him when he got a woman in bed. He knew how to screw in a royal way, and since Millie had quit him for Jerry, he gave everything he had to his new broad.
He'd press his immense cock deep into her, and she'd squirm to take it all. They'd make mad, passionate love, and he explored her breasts while his cock rammed her. He fucked her in ways Jerry never tried, and it was too wonderful to describe. They'd spasm together, and it felt as if Jeff poured buckets of semen into her. His cock hardly ever softened, and he'd fuck her a dozen times before he'd quit.
One time they were indiscreet, and Millie caught them together. But she only laughed and suggested she get Jerry and make it a foursome.
They did, and Mary got fucked by both Jeff and her husband. Jerry had learned a lot of new tricks, and he made a thousand nerve ends in her spine tingle. He fucked her hungrily, and it was good - good!
After that night, sex between Jerry and Mary was revived.
And when they weren't swapping around with Jeff and Millie, they had pretty good times by themselves!
For some married people, a little change now and then seems necessary. Perhaps that's why swap clubs flourish in the United States. What's wrong with having a little bit of fun with a neighbor? The swap deal often avoids divorce and turns couples back to an interest in sex. And change is often a cure for emotional ills.
Love and marriage are here to stay. But spice can be added to life if couples are discreet. Old sexual taboos are fading fast, and with their passing the problem of mental health has improved.
Sex is a form of play. Free, spontaneous play is romping around, running, kidding, teasing. It is jesting, and all kinds of silly stuff that can heighten the enjoyment of sex.
Play is screaming in feigned pain or anger. It is frolicking among rainbows and fleecy clouds and rolling in the green grass - or a bed. Players are uncommitted to anything except play itself, and the joys coming from it.
Play is a release from boredom and a discharge of tensions. It is a physical expression of the life force. Play with others is contact and interplay in which body, mind, and emotions are triggered in interaction. Ray is a prelude to intimacy.
Sex is play, and not a performance. It is when emphasis is placed on performing that fear of failure comes and the firm erection passes. For a woman, fear may mean the inability to lubricate.
If sex grows stale, then perhaps the swap party is the answer for revival. One woman says, "My husband and I never talked much about sex. When he wanted it, I just gave it to him, and it got so it wasn't much fun for either of us. Then we learned about swap parties. And I can tell you, a swapping deal really put tabasco sauce over our sex lives. We're really enjoying the old routine with new vigor again!
The husband added, "We're both glad we tried the experiment with some neighbors. It has awakened us both to the fullest possible range of sexual gratification. We just grew tired of physical contact with each other and needed to be stimulated. Why, before we swapped, it got so my wife could hardly arouse me!"
That revival can happen often if couples are careful to erase guilt from sexual pleasure. The life instinct, which is the same as the sex instinct, seeks narcissistic bodily pleasure and union with others. The union is based on erotic exuberance, but it is a union of self with others nonetheless.
As the swappers say, "Forget your prudishness. Go ahead and have sex. You may enjoy it!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
'This office is really the most swinging place around. You wouldn't believe what goes on during lunch hours and coffee breaks. At first I was pretty shocked. But now I think it's really groovy.
"I come from a small town and for as long as I can remember I couldn't wait until I was old enough to leave. That place was just dead. Nothing ever happened there and no one seemed to care. As soon as I finished high school and a year of business college I headed out here. Since I could type and take shorthand I had the pick of good jobs. Naturally I took the one that seemed to have the most single men.
"Even though I came from a small town I knew the score. I had dated since I was fourteen and sex was more than just a word. I had never really fucked at home but anything else went. Did it ever!
"What I really liked most was taking a thick, hard cock in my mouth and sucking on it until the stud came. It took me a while to get used to swallowing it down but once I did I loved the taste of it. And the warmth, as the hot liquid flowed down my throat.
"Not that that was all I ever did. I used to jerk guys off by hand too, but I didn't like that as much. I just didn't get anything out of it. And of course the boys did things to me too. Most of them just diddled my clit and fingered me until I came. But there were a few who went down on me.
"I'll never forget the first guy who did that. It was late at night and I had sucked him off a couple of times. I didn't much care if he fingered me or not since I got a lot of pleasure out of chewing on his cock. But he told me that he was going to really turn me on. I just laughed, thinking that there wasn't much I hadn't done by then and he might have a hard job turning me on.
"He sucked on my titties a few times to get my cunt nice and juicy. He really didn't have to -I had gotten hot just from sucking him. But it was nice so I lay back and enjoyed myself. Pretty soon my pussy was aching for some company to stop the itch. I spread my legs a little as his fingers got close to my cunt.
"But he pulled his hands away and put his face down on top of my pink gash. At first I was kind of shocked and wanted to pull away. But as soon as I felt his tongue wrapped around my clit I knew that this was for me. He licked and sucked on my cunt until I was gasping for breath and coming all over the place. I was just wild and I remember my slit kind of trying to suck his tongue deep down into me. It was just great.
"I went out with him just as much as I could and we always sucked and licked each other until we came. Sometimes we did it separately but once in a while we did each other at the same time. That was really something, feeling his tongue running in and out of my slit while his stiff prick was in my mouth. That made me come even more. Good old "69."
"Looking back, it was really funny the way we thought then. We would do anything but fuck and since we didn't do that we felt very virtuous. Really stupid but it kept me from getting pregnant. So until I left I still had my cherry.
"As soon as I got a job I rented a groovy apartment in a single's building. The place is small and costs a fortune but there are advantages. The pool and bowling alleys are great and there is a grocery store and drug store right in the building. Hell, you could live there for years without needing to go out.
"Naturally I thought that would be the best place to meet men. But I changed my mind pretty damned fast. Oh, the boys are all right but gossip spreads faster than anything there. I think it even travels faster than smog.
'The first night I moved in I was invited to a party by a guy I met at the swimming pool. He told me it was very casual so I just wore my bikini and a see-through cover up. I swear I was overdressed.
"When I got there the guy introduced me to the people who were just standing around. There weren't too many. Most of them were on the floor kissing and all. I saw more bare tits then than I ever did in my life. I was bigger than just about all of them so it didn't really bother me.
'The guy I was with told me that I was wearing too much and tried to take my top off five minutes after I walked in. Now I'm not a prude or anything like that but I don't feel like having thirty some people looking me over like a prize cow. So I told him to go fuck himself, which he didn't appreciate. Two other boys tried to make me in the next half hour. By then I was disgusted so I left.
The next day when I was coming out of the elevator, I heard two guys I had never seen before talking about me. One was telling the other that I was really a big prude because I wouldn't strip down at the party. That pissed me off. I knew that if I had slept with one of the boys it would have been all over the building the next day.
"Not that I'm ashamed of anything I do or anything like that. I just like a certain amount of privacy and it didn't take me long to figure out that was one place I wouldn't get it. But it had too much going for it for me to move and besides that, I had a lease. I did decide that I wasn't about to put out for any of the guys who lived there, just on principle.
"Since then I have made quite a few friends, both girls and boys. They all feel the same way I do and only date people who don't live there. It's a real shame but that's the way it goes.
"It didn't bother me for long. There were six or seven single guys at work and they all looked me over real good. The first one I went out with was kind of obnoxious. He had a repulsive laugh and bad breath and when I didn't fall into bed with him he fed me a line about having to grow up and live like other girls in the big city.
"I didn't need some kind of promise of love or a ring around my finger before I let some guy into my quim. But I did at least want to like the first boy I slept with. I don't think I was being too unreasonable.
"It all worked out okay anyway because the second guy I went out with was a real doll. He was handsome and had a great body. His name was Dennis and he got to give me dictation once in a while when I filled in at the steno pool.
"I don't know what to say about what happened. I mean, how can you explain the kind of instant affection that you run across once in a while? I could say that his body turned me on and that he had a sharp mind and a good sense of humor but that would be only a part of it. I guess you could call it chemistry or a crush. Whatever it was, we really clicked fast. After the first few minutes we were talking to each other like we had known each other all our lives. It gave me a warm kind of glow and made me feel more at home than ever.
"After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to go to a show or back to his place to talk. I could tell by the look in his eye that he had more than talking in mind but that didn't bother me. So did I. The more I looked at him and listened to him I knew that I wanted him to fuck me. So I told him I would rather just talk.
"On the drive back I felt kind of obligated to explain about my virginity. I didn't want it to come as a complete surprise. For the first time I really felt all embarrased about it, like it was an extra toe or something that I didn't need and would like to have been born without.
"At first he thought that I was trying to tell him no before he even tried anything. But once I made it clear that I was really saying yes he laughed and told me that he was flattered. I felt better after that until I started thinking about it and getting scared. It was stupid, I kept telling myself. I could eat head like a real pro and my cunt had been fingered and licked for years. What did I have to be afraid of? I knew that I could come and all the guys I'd dated told me I was very passionate. It was so silly that I started to laugh as the tears ran down my face.
"Dennis was very gentle with me and worked a long time getting me as hot and bothered as he could. By the time he finally put his prick in, my cunny was so wet that it slid in quickly. It didn't hurt at all - maybe all the fingering and other stuff had stretched it or something. Anyway, as he began to work it up and down on my cunt all I could feel was pleasure.
"I guess he was afraid to wear it out because he came pretty fast. His cream poured into my cunt and overflowed down my legs. It was hot and wet and felt real good going up my snatch. I didn't come the first time since I had been a little nervous about the whole thing. But we did it again and I came fast.
'The odd thing was that as much as I liked fucking I kind of missed sucking on his prick. And I came a lot better when a guy ate my cunt. I didn't tell Dennis that at first since I thought it might hurt his feelings or something.
"At work we tried to stay together as much as possible. The only problem with that was whenever he saw me his cock started getting hard. Walking around with a hard-on like that was kind of uncomfortable for him. Besides that, his pants were tight enough so that it was pretty clear what was going on. Then we tried avoiding each other but that didn't work either.
"One day I was in his office taking dictation and his cock went up. I could see it from where I was sitting and I wished more than anything that I could just walk over and suck on it. There was no one else around so I took the chance. I closed the door and put up the conference sign so that no one would come in. Then I slipped over behind the desk and knelt down.
"Dennis was kind of confused but as I started playing with his cock through the tight fabric of his pants he got the idea. As he gave me a broad grin, I took his long prick out and ran my fingers over the head of it. I had felt it many times before and after fucking, but I had never enjoyed it as much as I did then behind the closed office door.
"I played with it until he wasn't looking and then I slipped it into my mouth. He gave a little jump and then settled back down as I ran my tongue all around the head. Soon I got a pearly drop of juice and I licked it off and swallowed it down.
"I cupped his balls in my hand and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. He worked it in and out very gently as I sucked hard. But the harder I sucked the wilder and faster his thrusts became. I was afraid that he was going to ram it all the way down my throat and choke me with it when he came.
"His stream of juice shot into my mouth and I gulped it down. He shot a hell of a lot and as I drank it all he kept shooting into me. I loved the hot, milky liquid and after he had shot his wad I tried to suck still more out.
"All the time I was going down on him I was aware of the hum of typewriters and other office machinery all around us. It added a hell of a lot of excitement, more than I really needed. After his prick was drained I started coming. At first I tried to hold back just in case anyone would open the door but I just couldn't. I lay down on the floor and kept my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming as the waves of my climax washed over me.
"After that, Dennis and I made a point to try and do it every place we could imagine. One night I stayed late so that we could sneak into the Men's Room. Sucking him off here was something else. All the time I had his cock in my mouth I was aware of footsteps outside the door. Even though the office was closed there were still enough people working late to make it possible that we would get caught. But instead of inhibiting me, the suspense seemed to make me come faster and harder than I ever had before.
"One morning we got up the nerve to get to work very early so that we could do it in the President's office. It was a beautiful place with carpeting that was at least three inches thick. We were very tempted to try fucking right there on the rug but decided not to press our luck. It was just as well. I had just knelt down and begun to fondle Dennis's prick when the President's secretary walked in.
"I stood up and mumbled something about looking for a paper clip on the floor. Poor Dennis couldn't think of anything to say nor could he get up. His cock was hard as a rock and if he stood up the woman would have known just what we were up to.
"Finally he did rise and put a paper in front of his prick. Trying to shield him as well as I could, we slowly walked out the door. Later that day the woman called me into her office.
" 'Sara, I know perfectly well just what you and Dennis were doing in here. Do you have anything to say?'
"I told her that I didn't and apologized all over the place. As I was telling her that I didn't have any idea what had come over us, I noticed a twinkle in her eye. Then I just shut up and waited to see what would happen next.
" 'Really, things don't change at all from one generation to the next. It was almost twenty years ago when I first started working for this company. I met a young man and we were lovers for a while. This office was one of the first places we went. We were lucky enough to have gotten away with it. You may not know it but there is more sexual activity in this place than I have ever seen in my life. So don't think that you two are so different. Just be happy that I caught you and not the President.'
"I left then and wondered about her statement. I began to think about the way some of the girls came in from lunch. They said they had just gone down the hall to an empty office so that they could read or study or something like that. But most of the time they came back flushed and almost panting. I had thought they might have been doing exercises or something like that. Now I realized just what kind they were doing.
"Somehow, knowing that everyone else was doing it too kind of took away some of the pleasure. Soon after that I stopped it completely. I kept on dating Dennis but we kept our sex life confined to our homes.
"But if there was a bed available and no sneaking involved, Dennis didn't like me to blow him. Oh, he thought it was all right but he told me that he would much rather fuck. So that's all we did.
"Since I was pretty and bright, some of the senior executives started to notice me. When their private secretaries were sick they often called me out of the steno pool to help them out.
"Paul was a vice-president and very respected in the office. He was known to be very honest. In a place that was always teeming with gossip there was nothing said about him.
"From the first time he gave me dictation I knew that he would have loved to give me his hard cock, too. But he was married and even if he wasn't, it is doubtful if he would have asked me for a date anyway. All the same, I knew that he would love to get his prick in my cunt.
"He called for me every chance he got and when his secretary went on vacation for a month he let me take over for her. That was a real feather in my cap. I knew that she was due to retire in less than a year. If I could become his private secretary my salary would almost double. So I was sweet as pie to him. I wore dresses that were demure enough for the office but low enough so that he could see the tops of my Uts when I bent over. And I took all my skirts up three inches. When I sat down to take dictation I knew that he spent half his time looking up my skirt. Once in a while I gave him a real treat by forgetting my panties and just wearing my garter belt. On those days I knew that he could see everything.
"Of course, that wasn't all I did. Besides being sexy I had to prove that I was the most efficient chick around. That took a lot of work. Some nights I stayed two hours overtime just to catch up. Naturally, he appreciated my efforts, in all directions.
"Once in a while he would say something about his wife. I got the impression that he sure wasn't getting any at home. His wife had headaches all the time and was always running off to some doctor. I felt like telling him that a good roll in the hay would do her a world of good, but I didn't.
"The funny thing was, we were in kind of a bind for a while. He was afraid to try anything and so was I. Finally, I started to brush up against him, rubbing my leg against his thigh and my tits almost right in his face.
After three weeks he cracked and told me that I had the best body he had seen in years. Then he told me that he hadn't been able to get it up for some time or else he would like to fuck me.
"By then, besides wanting the job, I was wild about the man. He was a lot older but he had a certain assurance that turned me on. Besides that, he had a great body. When he told me he couldn't fuck, I told him that I could fix that very easily. When he said he didn't believe me, I offered to prove it then and there.
"We locked the door to his office and I had him lie down on the couch. I took his cock out of his pants and squeezed it with my hand for a few minutes, but nothing happened. He was going to tell me he couldn't raise it when I lowered my head and took it into my mouth. As soon as I started sucking the limp dong I felt it begin to come alive again. Slowly but surely the blood was flowing in and he was getting hard.
"His prick was kind of small but I didn't mind that. The smaller it is, the more I can stuff in my mouth. His got all the way in with no trouble at all. I sucked it hard until it was stiff as a poker. Then I took it out of my mouth and started to play around with it some more, licking the head and kissing it all the way to his balls.
"His face had a dazed, happy expression that turned me on a lot. I had never seen the man look so relaxed and contented. I wanted to give him the thrill of his life so I kept on kissing and sucking his prick. When I felt that he was getting close to coming, I sucked harder on it. Pretty soon he shot off and I drank it down. He didn't shoot a hell of a lot but what there was tasted great.
"Afterwards, he asked me what I wanted. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about until he explained that I could blackmail him with no trouble at all. That pissed me off so I told him I had done it because I liked him. He acted like he didn't believe me but didn't say anything else.
It got easier as the days slipped by. I could get him hard by just using my hand very gently. On the last day he told me that I had given him a new life.
"I didn't see him for a long time after that. He didn't need any extra stenos and my work didn't take me to his part of the building. I did get an extra raise that was kind of a nice surprise. I wasn't sure that he had arranged it, but I kind of suspected it.
"I didn't tell anyone at all what had happened. He was too nice of a man to have his name dragged through all the dirt that always went round the office. I had just about forgotten the whole thing when I was told to go to his office. He told me that his secretary was leaving soon and asked me if I wanted the job. Of course, I jumped at the chance.
"And that's the way it's been for the past year. I suck him off every few days and that keeps both of us happy. I still date Dennis and we are thinking about getting married. I never see Paul outside of working hours and no one knows anything about our arrangement. I have a terrific salary, a great life, and I wouldn't change a bit of it. If Dennis and I do marry I have no intention of giving up Paul. I need to suck a cock a few times a week or else I start climbing walls. But everything is going just fine.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Spend some time at any bookstore, and you will find that almost every important person's sex life has been explored and carefully considered. One learns everything from the numerous orgasms experienced by Hedy Lamar to the size of the penises of certain movie star studs. Helen Gurley Brown has given us the intimate secrets of the single girl, and Doctor Albert Ellis has explained sex and the single man. On the off-beat side, there are numerous books about homosexuals and lesbians. Only the poor married man and his problems have been left out. Is it fair?
"Once a man is married, his sex life is taken care of," the experts seem to say. It's as if all perfectly natural sex urges have been patted on the head and told to be good little boys. The reason why husbands sometimes stray has not been thoroughly considered.
Oh, once in awhile, one will come upon a mildly controversial article, usually in a woman's magazine, about the "problem" of the restless husband. These articles usually end up with the conclusion that men are just made that way. And, so as not to discourage nervous women, they always insist that the husband eventually comes home, like Little Bo Peep's sheep, wagging his tail behind him.
The advice is to give the adventurous husband a little rope, but not too much. These writers, usually women, take a highly tolerant attitude.
Or, so it seems on the surface. But if you scratch deeply enough, you will find them often insulting.
The adulterous wife is never mentioned in the same tone as that used about straying husbands. Wives don't "run around," the way husbands do. They aren't "lured away" by conniving blonde secretaries.
No, indeed! The unhappy and unfaithful wife is always driven into some handsome male's arms because her husband has neglected her, has inept sex techniques, or an expanding waistline. Wives have "meaningful" affairs that somehow make them better wives and mothers in the end. Husbands are expected to understand this and to forgive and forget.
But the husband who is having an affair becomes the object of scorn. If the girl is younger than he, then he is dubbed "a silly old fool."
It would be wonderful if all married couples lived happily ever after. It would be great if they loved, honored, and obeyed their marriage vows. However, the truth is that many husbands and wives do stray. By modern standards, the wife gets by with it somewhat better than her spouse does.
What the adultery-minded husband needs is more respect. Sex will rear its pretty head no matter what happens, so why should the husband be made to look like the villain, or a fool? In a society in which everybody else's sex drives are analyzed and understood, why should the married man be snubbed?
There are a lot of statistics concerning the wayward husband, but not much sympathy. There are many reasons why he climbs into the sack with another woman. It often does not mean that he is tired of his wife. He merely seeks adventure. Nobody seems to understand that sex is not like a smog. You can't control it with the best of modern technology. Since extramarital sex is inevitable, why shouldn't life be made easier for the married man?
In cases where swapping is mutual, the problem has been solved to the satisfaction and greater happiness of both parties. If husband and wife don't think swapping improper, immoral or antisocial, if they don't see anything wrong with sex with another partner, if they can enjoy it without regrets, and keep it private, then the public isn't outraged, and all is well.
Somebody should compile statistics on how many trips to Reno, or how many men have avoided poverty through heavy alimony. If the figures could be rounded up, they would be enormous.
Often, the married man who decides to have his fun feels lost. He knows he wants to go somewhere, but he's not sure of the direction. If the wife goes along, the trip is better. Life would be made happier for all concerned if the wife would cooperate. Very few men who play around wish to ditch their wives permanently. What happens is that they have to sneak around and often bungle the job. And the wife, outraged by his actions seeks a divorce.
What would the average wife say or do if her husband confessed openly, "Honey, I love you, and all that. But I crave a piece of somebody else's nookie."
Could she realize his need for a change, for adventure? Or would she consider his desire a reflection on herself?
Perhaps it is a matter of the physical make-up of man and woman. They, of course, are different, and the average wife is more satisfied to give herself solely to one man than a man is to accept the favors of only one woman.
Once in a while, however, there is a woman who needs a change of cocks, just as a man often craves a change of pussy.
Take the case of this woman. "I have a problem," she says, "and it's my husband. He's a wonderful person. The only thing wrong with him is that he can't get really excited about me unless I put on sheer lingerie and high heels, and he can tie me up with a rope."
"Aside from that, he is a faithful husband and a good provider. I am twenty-four, and he is twenty-seven, and we've been married nearly three years. We have no children."
"We both work. My husband feels guilty that he should enjoy something so much that I find repulsive and frightening. He has pleaded with me to be more understanding, but he is always after me to do this. It's the only thing we ever fight about. Do you think he could be dangerous? He isn't mean or cruel about anything else, and he never suggested anything like this before we were married."
One psychiatrist told this woman: "If your husband insists that you submit to his far-out fetish which you find frightening and repulsive, that's cruel enough to call it quits."
However, the solution probably lies in a more exciting sex life. It might not be foolish to try a swap deal some time.
If wives and husbands would cooperate, they might revise and revitalize the whole process of fooling around. They could do it together in swap parties, among intimate friends, and gone forever would be the job of hiding tell-tale signs of lipstick on one's collar, or hiding motel keys.
Somebody ought to write a new code for husband and wife relationships, and for extra-marital fucking.
One wife confesses: "No woman ever found herself in a stranger marriage. It was my husband who taught me to cheat."
Her husband had dangled her in front of his friends, encouraging her to tease them. Then he gloated, thinking he was the only one who could have her.
But he was wrong. She tells of going to a party, of slipping off with a strange man for a couple of hours in a motel room.
After it was all over, and the stranger was gone, she got up quietly and tiptoed to the bathroom and dressed. She hailed a cab, wondering why she bothered to go back to the party. She supposed her husband, Charles, hadn't even noticed her leaving with the strange man.
Oh, how she'd wanted him to care, to love her! But she knew that to Charles, she was just another neat package, like his fancy sports car, something to dangle in front of his friends and say, "Look what I've got!"
Instead of going back to the party, she told the driver to take her to her home address. She didn't want to embarrass Charles with her streaked make-up. He wanted her to be the prettiest, the sexiest. She sobbed out her grief as only the unloved can.
At the home she shared with Charles, a cold morgue really, she wondered why she couldn't make her young husband love her. She hadn't received much love as a child, either. There were six children, and her parents were poor farmers. Boys were more highly valued than girls were.
She was painfully shy as a teen-ager. Finally, in high school, a neighbor girl took her under her wing and taught her to use make-up and dress attractively in the cheap dresses she had, the only ones she could afford. Her friend, Janet, helped her put a rinse in her blonde hair.
One evening, Janet said, "You remember my brother, Chuck, don't you? Well, he has a good job and a brand new car, and he's coming home for Christmas. We'll try out the new you on him, Peggy!"
Peggy gasped, horrified at the idea. "Why, he's at least five years older than me!"
"Quit being so bashful!" Janet said, and scowled. "He'll flip over you! I know he will!"
The Saturday Charles was to come home, Janet and Peggy spent the whole day getting Peggy ready. Janet loaned her some of her clothes. While Janet worked on Peggy, she talked. And the more she talked, the faster Peggy lost her nerve. It sounded as if Charles only wanted the best of everything, and she felt that sure didn't include her.
Chuck Winston turned out to be an average-looking man with light brown hair. Peggy gasped at his jazzy red sports car. "Wow, what a buggy!" she said.
Charles Winston immediately took that for a chance to invite her for a ride. Later, he took her to a movie, all the time studying her with his soft, warm eyes. After the movie, they drove into the country, and Charles parked in a secluded place.
"You're an angel," he said, running his fingers through her hair.
It was a miracle! He liked her! Maybe he even loved her a little bit! So, when he kissed her passionately, she returned his kiss.
And things got started from there. It wasn't long until he'd worked her panties off, and his hot hands burned deliciously into her skin.
"You like to fuck?" he asked.
Peggy answered shyly, "I never have - I'm a virgin - "
Chuck bellowed with laughter as his hand slipped down to massage her cunt. "We'll have to take care of that!" he said.
Peggy put her hands on his thigh, and then felt his cock through his pants. It was big and hard, and it made her mouth fall open. "You mean, men have things as big as that?" she asked.
He bellowed again.
Then he licked his lips nervously, and his hands went to his pants. He unzipped them hurriedly and slid them down, uncovering his cock. It was a big, fat tube of hard flesh.
Peggy was embarrassed, but by now, she was also eager. Her world became his cock as she reached for it. She clasped its firm thickness and squeezed. "God, it's big!" she explained.
"Compared to whose?" he asked. "You said you were a virgin!"
It filled her hand, and it was still thickening and lengthening, forcing her fist open more and more. "Silly! I've got brothers!" she said.
She began pumping it slowly. The glans was pink-violet, all silky and clean. He was circumcized.
Chuck said proudly, "Eight inches. Damned few men have eight inches!"
He bent over her and did something that caused the seat to hum and move backwards. The back went down to produce a sort of bed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, curious, greedy, testing. His tongue sprang into her mouth, and he groped between her legs, wanting all her goodies.
She moaned when he played with her titties. He was having a hell of an erotic effect on her! He'd peeled off her bra, and after a few fondling squeezes on her boobs, his hands again went to her thighs.
His kiss softened after a few aggressive moments, and became more sensual, more interested in pleasure. He opened her thighs with his hands, and, as he kissed her, a finger parted her pussy lips, then slid in. She was wet and hot, and he probed the oily depths of her vagina until she squealed in pain.
Chuck whispered, "Oh, God, I've got to fuck you!"
"It will hurt," she said, drawing back. "You can't get that big thing in me!"
"Hell, I can try!"
He mounted her, but he first let his finger find her hard, nut-like clitoris. She squirmed and inhaled sharply. "Like that, huh?" he asked.
"Oh, Chuck, it hurts - and yet it feels so good - " A pleasure was intensifying in her loins, spreading, building. He kept whispering in her ear, kissing her, encouraging her. His finger drove deeper until it found some obstruction. He waited a moment, and she relaxed. Suddenly, he jabbed and drove deep. She writhed, screamed, and squirmed.
She began bleeding a little.
"Oh, Jesus, Chuck, that hurt!" she said, fighting the tears from her eyes.
"From here on, things will be better," he assured her.
When he tried to sink his cock between her wet pussy lips, she grabbed it with both hands. "Let me help it in," she begged.
Her cunt lips covered the silky head, but it wouldn't go any farther. She bucked up at him as best she could, but it hurt like hell.
"Oh, take it out!" she cried.
He obeyed, then begged her to masturbate him. "Move the skin up and down with your hand. That's good - "
She loved the feel of his huge bulk in her hand, to feel its warmth, tension. She hoped he had a lot of semen inside, waiting. She wanted to watch him come.
She pumped his cock and, once in a while, played contentedly with his glans. In a short time, he called out shakily, "I - I'm going to come!"
She pumped him faster, and his enormous cock swelled even larger and got tension-stiff. And then he groaned loudly, and his thick semen gushed out. The white stuff ran down over her pumping hand.
She didn't stop until he commanded her to. Then she took a hanky from her purse and wiped her hands.
Chuck didn't put his cock away. It lost its size and drooled come onto his pants. He cleaned it off with his large handkerchief and grinned. "This goo ought to loosen you up," he said, wiping some of his come from his belly and massaging it into her pussy. "I'm going to try to put it into you again in a few minutes," he promised. He told her to lean over and kiss the head of his cock.
She did, then licked it for a moment. It started to surge with a new virility, and it wasn't long until it was stiff and hard again.
He got on her and opened her legs wide again. Peggy gripped the steering wheel, gasped, and threw her head from side to side as he tried to ram her again.
He sent one of his hands down to help guide his cock into her tight hole. His contact made her stiffen and moan. He whispered, "Reach around and hold on to my ass, baby!"
She did. She felt his long, thick cock probe deeper inside her. She felt tight and full, but it didn't hurt so bad. Chuck worked slowly and it wasn't long until he was probing deep into her vagina.
He kept working slowly. Pretty soon, he said, "You've got it! Hurray for you, baby!"
"It hurts," Peggy said.
Now, as he worked, it was as if a blunt instrument was tearing at a raw mound. She was terrified, fearing she was being ripped and damaged internally. She gritted and sobbed, begging him to take it out.
"You'll get used to it soon, darling."
He pulled upward, then thrust deep, burying his cock all the way. Fiery waves of agony went through Peggy's body as she felt his glans invading some secret, untouched place. She spasmed and screamed. It was pain! And a weird kind of pleasure. She thought she couldn't stand it. She tried to throw him off.
She couldn't. "You'll learn to dig this soon," he said. "Next time, I'm going to make the whole trip! You're gonna get all eight inches!"
"Oh, no, Chuck!"
He was strong, and when he pushed down on her, she couldn't do anything about it. He was ruthless. His huge cock was in and seemed to be in up to her tonsils, and she couldn't breathe. It was awful, the alien sensation.
The length went deep again, plunged. He shuddered upon her, and she felt him begin to spurt. After moments of awful sensations, there was a weird pleasure. His cock-thrusts quickened, and his gasps became muffled. Peggy's pussy spasmed, tightening around his huge cock as it repeatedly invaded her. Then his cock slid out.
He reached down and sank his finger deeply into her sticky, hot swamp, found her clit and made it throb.
She went into orgasm as he slammed his finger into her in long, final thrusts.
After that, Peggy felt she couldn't go on living without Chuck.
"Do you love me so much?" he asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, Chuck!" she sobbed, clinging to him desperately.
"Baby, let's get married!"
"Married - ?"
"If your folks will give permission."
'They'll be delighted to get rid of me. I love you so much, Chuck." She melted against his body.
The day after they were married, Chuck said, "Let's go downtown and get you some new clothes. I want to show you off!"
Peggy knew later that that first remark should have warned her of the dangers ahead. He bought her four of the most immodest dresses he could find. A little later, he enrolled her in a modeling school.
"Oh, Charles," she protested, "those dresses are not my type! And I could never be a model!"
"I don't want you to be a model. But the course will give you poise." He kissed her warmly, and she felt silly for making such a fuss. She'd do anything to please him.
Shortly before she'd finished the modeling course, Chuck said one night, 'There's to be a party - just some friends at work. I want to show you off."
The night of the party, Peggy dressed in a flowery summer dress. Charles groaned, "Oh, honey, you're not going to wear that, are you?"
He selected a clinging white thing he'd recently bought.
"But it's so tight it doesn't feel good," Peggy protested.
He sighed and put his arms around her. "You have a lovely figure, Peg. You need to wear something to show it off."
She wore the low-necked, clinging, short-hemmed dress, and Chuck smiled approvingly. At the party, he introduced her to two men who practically undressed her with their looks. "Do we get to kiss the bride, old pal?" one of them asked.
"Sure, why not?" Chuck said.
Peggy was horrified that Chuck just stood there and let those two men slobber all over her. Their kisses were ugly, horrible.
She recovered enough to mutter something about needing a drink. She ran to the kitchen with tears in her eyes. Chuck followed.
He scolded her mildly and said those men were just teasing the new bride. He kissed her tears away. She powdered her nose, and they went together back to the living room.
Peggy felt miserable and stuck close to Charles. Finally, he told her, "You've got to talk to other people. You can't just follow me around like a puppy dog! It doesn't mean a thing that those guys mugged you so heartily. They just think you're beautiful. Now, honey, don't embarrass me. It's all in fun, so stop worrying."
She tried, but she was confused. She thought most men would be embarrassed if their wives flirted. Everything seemed to be exactly opposite from the way it should have been.
She was glad when the party was over. Charles gloated over her "popularity" on the way home. She wanted to scream.
Instead, she took a shower. She felt dirty - unclean - after all those rough, vulgar hands. Then she slid into bed beside Charles, wanting some loving. "My little angel's growing up," he bragged. "I'm proud of you. You're lovely - "
He didn't prob her with his big, wonderful cock that night.
There was another party the next weekend. Charles had insisted that she wear another "clinging" dress. He was in the habit now of just looking, without tasting, and Peggy was needing sex. Halfway through the party, she got pretty tipsy and decided to make him jealous, hoping to get some action.
She played up to a guy named Bill. While they danced, he said, "You're about the cutest thing I've seen in years. How the hell did you get hooked up with a dud like Chuck?"
Peggy glared at him and pulled away.
But no - "Let's go for a drink," she said, "I'm dry - "
They went to the kitchen. The kitchen was empty. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her fiercely, so fiercely it scared her. But it fascinated her, too, for here was a man who wanted her. She broke away from Bill to see Chuck standing in the door, grinning. She half-expected him to slap her. Instead, he slapped Bill on the back, and they both laughed.
Peggy wondered how a man could see his wife locked in a passionate embrace with another man and not get jealous and mad. Or something! She just couldn't believe Chuck's actions. Oh, God, did it mean he didn't love her? She loved him desperately.
But Charles was too passive. One evening, she snuggled up to him on the divan and said, "Honey, let's have a baby!"
"I've already got a baby - you."
"I'm serious, Charles."
"You're too young to have a baby. We've got lots of time later for that." Then he kissed her, and that was the end of that.
When he came home from work one night, and she watched him pat the fender of his flashy red car, Peggy thought vaguely that maybe he had more in common with that car than he did with her. He liked the car, all right, but what he really liked, she realized, was seeing people gush over her. He took her to the beach often and made her wear a bikini.
"Oh, God," she prayed, "why can't I make him just love me?"
At times, Peggy wished she were back in high school and living with her family. Not having any love from them didn't hurt half as much as not having Chuck's love.
When he said there was to be another party that night, she tried to back out. She didn't want to go to any party. She just wanted to stay home and go to bed with Charles and get fucked.
His hands went around her bare midriff as he pleaded. He kissed her gently, as always, and it was better than no kiss. She gave in and went to the party.
Charles seemed to enjoy the parties so much. But she knew now he got his sole pleasure from showing her off. She hated the penetrating eyes of some stranger on her body, but it always pleased Chuck.
She danced with a dozen men that night, and every one of them was pretty tipsy. Finally, a strange man cut in. He held her tightly as they danced, but he didn't paw and crush her, as the others did.
"You do an awful lot of laughing," he said, "for one who has such sad eyes."
"Sad?" she echoed.
"Yes. Offhand, I'd say you're about the most unhappy person here."
They danced in silence for a while, and Peggy wished the man would hold her closer. Finally, he said, "If you were mine, I wouldn't drag you to parties. I'd keep you in a cage and beat you if you ever looked at another man!
Peggy tried to smile, or laugh, or something. But she just stared into his serious, gray eyes.
"I'd keep you barefooted and pregnant!"
Pregnant? Oh, God, why couldn't Chuck say something like that?
She might not have gone to a motel room with the young stranger if she hadn't had too much drink. But she'd lost her senses, so she let him take her hand and lead her to his car.
"I want to possess you, own you," he said.
His lips had aroused a burning in her, too. She felt really loved - wanted, like it was she he wanted, as well as her body.
They went to a motel, got a room, and immediately, the young stranger locked the door. "Strip!" he ordered.
Peggy quickly unzipped her dress and slipped it over her head. He came over and hooked his thumbs in her panties, skinning them down. He unhooked her bra, and her breasts fell out like beautiful overripe pears.
He pushed her onto the bed. His fingers played in her pubic hair that was thick and extensive. She was breathing fast.
"You ought to be good reaming in the ass!" he said. He popped the snap on his trousers and shoved them down. His cock was hard, impossibly long and white and thin. It fell out of his shorts as his trousers went down. It jerked slightly with his pulse and was curved up a bit at the end.
Peggy stared in wonder and thought it would be impossible to take it in her ass. She screwed up her face and whined, "No, don't fuck me the back way! It will hurt too much!"
"Get your ass up!" he ordered. "The more places you can fuck, the more fun it is!"
He positioned her on some pillows and went to his knees. He pulled her up so that her round, firm buttocks were sticking up before his cock. He grabbed her with a forearm under her hips. His other hand positioned his swollen cock in the crack between her cheeks.
Peggy pleaded, "Use some grease, or something."
He got up and went to the bathroom. Somebody had left a tube of something. He came back and squirted some of the stuff on the head of his cock and into her ass. He positioned his long cock again. He hooked his arm under her and shoved.
His cock bent a little as it resisted. Then the head and a couple of inches sank into Peggy's ass. She howled.
He worked his hips smoothly and drove more and more of his cock into her. Peggy sobbed and gripped the pillow tightly with both hands.
"A little more," he said, "and you'll get to loving it this way."
He shoved until he had his whole cock buried in her ass. At first, the pain was awful. And then it wasn't so bad. As he grunted and slammed against her, it got to feeling pretty good. He groaned and fucked. And finally, he pulled it out and demanded a wet towel.
Peggy got up and limped to the bathroom, her ass stinging like fire. She took a towel and wet it in warm water, then wrung it out and brought it to him.
He wiped his cock off and told her to suck it. She wondered how he could hold his load the way he did. She sucked on him for a while.
And then he opened her thighs wide. His hand went to her wet pussy, but didn't linger. He got his cock in, instead. "I want to do it nice and slow," he said.
He fucked her slowly as he nibbled her lips. After about fifteen minutes, he shot his load, white and thick. She felt it drench her insides.
It had been a good fuck. But when it was over, she thought of Charles, and the thought made her tremble.
Two nights later, Charles fucked her after they'd gone to bed. When it was over, he said, "From now on, I'm going to keep you barefooted and pregnant!"
Peggy's whole body filled with love as he pressed his lips gently to hers. She didn't know what had come over him - and she didn't care, especially after his kisses became not so gentle!
After he'd fucked her to a climax, he confessed, "I had to learn about sex from another woman at one of our parties!"
"You did it with another woman?" Peggy asked, not feeling so badly about her own extra-marital adventure. "Yes."
They both made full confessions that night.
And when Chuck mentioned that they might both enjoy some swap parties, Peggy said, "I don't want to. I've got all the cock I want right here in bed with me!"
Chuck giggled and grinned. "And I've got me a real lovin' woman!"
By the look in his eyes, Peggy knew she was loved.
"I want to hold your prick," she said. "I like to hold it.It feels warm"
"Any time," he promised. "Hold it! You're the one woman who can always hold mine!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Marcie was brought up in a very liberal atmosphere. Her parents are nudists and from the time Marcie was a toddler she was accustomed to spending weekends and vacations in nudist camps. She quickly learned that there was nothing dirty or sinful about the human body. She accepted the fact that women had breasts and men had penises. For her, anatomical differences were just a fact of life, interesting at first but completely normal.
As the girl grew up she learned that not all people were tolerant. From her friends at school she became aware that some people thought that nudity was dirty and something to be avoided. After a frank discussion with her parents she understood more but hated feeling different. None of her friends ever knew that Marcie and her parents frequently didn't bother to wear clothing.
When Marcie approached her teens, she became interested in sex. She read all the books that she could about it and dreamed constantly of sexual interludes. At night, as soon as she turned out the light she would imagine that there was a boy in bed with her.
She pressed her hands against her tits and rubbed them until her nipples were standing up firm and erect. Then she would take them between two fingers and twirl them around until her cunt was hot. All the time she made believe that a man was doing it to her, and she would put her hand between her legs and rub her pussy hard. As her hand connected with her clit she rubbed harder until she was breathless with excitement.
Only then, when she could no longer stand the ache in. her slit, would she insert her fingers and probe the inner reaches of her cunt. At first she moved them around, touching every part of herself. Then she began to move them in and out, harder and faster as the rhythm in her body was reaching a crescendo. Finally she came, letting her pussy go wild around her fingers. After pretending that she kissed a boy good night, she would immediately fall asleep. Holding tightly to her pillow, she would sleep in the arms of her phantom lover till morning.
While her masturbation occurred mostly at night, she would spend days when she would walk around in her dream world with her lover. Her mother noticed that Marcie was off in a dream world most of the time and questioned her about it.
Marcie had always been able to tell her parents the truth about everything so she told her mother about the make-believe boy and what they did. While her mother was not at all shocked, she was a little disturbed. Later that night she talked to her husband about it.
"I know that it's normal for her to play with herself like that. I know I did the same thing when I was her age. But honey, her dream world does bother me a little. She pretends the boy is here all the time."
"Sweetheart," her husband told her, "I think that Marcie just needs a real boy friend. She's at the stage where she is interested in sex but the boys her own age aren't. Either that or they think fucking is dirty. Sometimes I think the societies that let girls her age fuck have something going. Then she would avoid all this."
"What the hell should we do? Find her a lover? She's just too young for all that. She couldn't cope with it. Especially since all the other kids around would disapprove. I don't know what to do with her."
"Maybe when school starts things will be better. She won't have as much time to pretend. We'll have to wait and see. One thing we can't do is tell her to stop diddling her clit. I'd feel like a hypocrite."
So they let Marcie alone. When school began the next term, she didn't find a boy friend but she did find a girl who had the same interest in sex that she did. Toni was her own age and was intensely curious about "how things felt." The girls engaged in long conversations speculating about how it would feel to get laid. It wasn't long before they were busily experimenting on each other.
"Now, when I put my hand on your breast and get your nipple all rigid, tell me just what it feels like."
"Oh, Marcie, it's so nice. My tits are feeling so good and it seems like they are getting all big and heavy. And when you rub them like that I feel all warm and wet inside my cunt. I'm dripping juice all over the place. Would you put your finger in there?"
"Sure. Oh, it does feel all warm and wet. I can feel your cunt move all over my finger. It's grabbing me. Do that again. Oh, it's nice in there. I can see why men want to stick their pricks in there and get all your wetness around them."
"Push it up and down and in and out. Oh, I feel like I'm being fucked. Do it harder and faster. Harder, please. That's so good. Oh, I love it. Oh!"
As Marcie used her finger to rub in and out of Toni's cunt, Toni began to come. She tightened her cunt up on the finger and let go until she was writhing on the bed and screaming out in passion.
Afterwards, Marcie demanded that Toni finger her and she came almost immediately. The orgasm that started deep in her cunt spread to her whole body until she would feel a new kind of life running through her all over. She loved it so much that Toni had a hard time getting her finger out of the tight cunt.
After that, the girls spent as much time together as they could. Soon they learned about oral sex and it seemed like the perfect answer. Toni began by parting Marcie's legs and licking up the juice that had flowed out of the sopping hole. She liked the taste of the other girl so well that she kept on reaming her pussy out long after she had come.
The girls ate each other and fingered each other every chance they got for the next year. But when they turned fourteen, suddenly their interest lagged. Not that they didn't want sex anymore because they did, more than ever. But they became embarrassed and a little ashamed. So they stopped their sex play, but remained good friends.
At that time both girls started high school. Older boys asked Marcie out frequently and she always went. Her parents worried a little but knew that there was really nothing that they could do except be there in case Marcie needed their help.
The boys she dated were always trying to get their pricks in her gash but Marcie stopped them. She felt that she didn't want to get a bad reputation by being too easy. If they had pressed the issue she would have given in quickly, but they never did.
The girl was getting more and more eager for her first real sexual experience. She wanted the feel of a hard cock in her hole, ramming in and out of her tight pussy. Every time she got home from a date she was more and more frustrated. She began to wish that one of the boys would just rape her but they weren't so inclined. Marcie knew that she wouldn't hold out much longer and decided to talk to her mother.
"Mom, I just can't seem to help it. Every time a boy kisses me and holds me tight I want to sleep with him. I don't know if it's wrong to feel that way or not. The other girls in school think it is, at least most of them do. I'm just so afraid that one day I'll go with a boy who won't stop the first time I tell him to. Am I wrong or evil or something? I only know that my body seems to have a mind of its own. What should I do?"
"Marcie, I don't honestly know what to tell you. I can understand you feeling that way because I did too when I was your age. I married your father when I was very young because I couldn't control my feelings."
"You mean you and Daddy had to get married?"
"No dear, that's not what I mean at all. When I was sixteen I fell in love with your father. We first slept together a year later. It meant sneaking in parked cars and waiting till our parents weren't home. Finally it just got to be too much trouble. We wanted to live together so that we could have a normal sex life. So we got married.
"Maybe this is old-fashioned, but I think that you should hold on until you find a boy who really means something to you and not just waste your first experience on someone just for fun. And when that happens, you won't have to ask me for advice because you'll know."
At the same time, Marcie's mother told her that she could go to the doctor to get birth control pills whenever she wanted to.
"Not that I'm giving you any kind of carte blanche approval. But I don't want you to get pregnant. Just because you take pills doesn't mean you have to fuck."
Marcie went to the doctor for pills a week later - just in time. She met Len soon after she started taking them.
Len's parents were transferred so they moved in the middle of the school year. The boy quickly adjusted to the new school and began to look over the girls. Marcie caught his eye right away. She had an excellent figure with large breasts that bounced when she walked, no matter what kind of bra she wore. Through the grapevine Len learned that she was said to still have her cherry. He resolved to do something about it.
Marcie was pleased that Len had asked her out before any of the other girls in school. He was in a few of her classes and she liked his sharp mind. Along with that, she liked the way he moved and the shape of his body. Through the tight pants he wore she could see the outline of his prick and that turned her on. He was so different from the boys she had grown up with that she got a crush on him right away. And as she got to know him better she decided that she was in love.
Len had been all over the world which gave him a broad, liberal outlook on sex. He found that Marcie, along with being well-stacked, was someone he could talk to. After dating for a month Len started to further his sexual advances.
One night when he picked up Marcie her parents were out. She asked him to come in while she finished getting ready. When Len suggested that they just stay in and talk, the girl readily agreed.
They sat down on the couch and Len put his arm around her. A minute later their bodies were pressed tightly together in a long sensuous kiss. Len's hands started to caress her big tits and she didn't stop him.
"Len, I guess I should play it cool and not let things go too far. But I want them to. I love you so much it hurts. And I want to feel your hands all over my body so don't say another word and don't stop. It's all right."
With that, they lay down on the couch after quickly getting rid of their clothes. Len marveled at the beauty of the girl's naked body. He took it all in - her large, perfectly formed breasts, her flat belly that ended in a wiry tuft of hair, and her long, slender legs. His hands moved all over her as she just lay back and enjoyed the sensations that were flooding her body.
Len began to kiss her all over, starting off by taking turns with her breasts. He sucked and licked her nipples until they were rigid with desire. Then his mouth traveled down, kissing her belly and cunt hair. As he opened her legs, he looked up to ask her if it was all right.
"Oh, yes, darling, yes, kiss me there too. Oh, I love it, every bit of it."
His mouth covered her cunt and he kissed it gently a few times. But the heat was too much for him to resist so his tongue dove in and he licked her pussy until she was almost dry. He took her throbbing clit between .his lips and sucked gently on it until he was rewarded with another surge of her sweet juice.
His tongue went back to the source and worked in and out of her hole for a minute or two until her whole pussy was flooded. At that, he removed his mouth and climbed on top of her.
As his prick entered her pussy Marcie was in the throes of her first orgasm. She was hot and wet and his cock had no trouble penetrating the inner reaches of her pussy. After he was in, he stayed still for a minute as he felt Marcie's cunt work him over. Although he had felt her cherry give way he had trouble believing that she was really a virgin because of her intense response.
He started working his cock in and out of her cunt and didn't bother to think of anything else for a long time. He rammed her hard, again and again until he could feel the need to explode building up inside him.
Marcie was moving with him and loved having the hardness of his prick inside her soft hole. As she felt him tighten up and begin to spurt his cream into her pussy she started her second climax. It was stronger than the first one and sent her skyrocketing into a frenzied passion. She gave herself up completely to the feelings that were running from her cunt all through the rest of her body. She was on fire and the liquid heat he had loosed into her was adding fuel to the intense fire.
Marcie and Len began going steady and saw each other constantly. Her face was alive with the bloom of love on her cheeks. Her parents noticed the change but said nothing. They liked Len and were almost glad that their daughter had found such a good boy as outlet for her sexual desires.
They went together for two years and during that time tried every kind of sex they could think of. Marcie finally decided that she liked to have her cunt reamed out first and then fucked towards the end so they spent most of their time in this act. Marcie was sixteen then and had only one year of high school left. They thought that they would get married just as soon as she graduated. But Len's parents got transferred again, to a small country in South America. Len tried to talk them into letting him stay behind but they wouldn't hear of it. So he and Marcie were separated.
At first, they wrote every day and Marcie didn't look at another boy. She spent most of her time writing letters or daydreaming about Len. But after two months she began to recover and take more of an interest in the world. When boys asked her out she went, listlessly at first. But the longer Len was gone and the more she abstained from sex, the more she began to think about it. She tried rubbing her clit but found that it just didn't do very much for her. She wanted a prick inside her, and a mouth on her cunt.
The boys she dated bored her at first but their physical presence excited her a great deal. She knew that they all wanted to ram their stiff pricks deep into her cunt and she wanted them to. Or at least she wanted someone to.
She tried going steady again with a boy named Bill but it didn't work out. In bed she liked him a lot but aside from that he didn't interest her at all. When other boys tried to date her, she broke up with Bill and went out with them. She decided that since she really wanted Len and couldn't have him, it didn't much matter who she slept with. If she liked a boy well enough to go out with him, she let him fuck her. She saw no reason not to.
Her mother tried talking to her. "Marcie, I know you miss Len and all the things you did together. But you should have some pride. Don't you realize that all these boys are just using you?"
"Mother, I can't help it. Besides, I'm using them just as much as they are me. I don't like any of them all that well. I'm just looking for a stiff prick, to be perfectly frank about the whole thing. And the boys are all glad to oblige. I'm sorry if I bug you but that's the way it is."
"All right. Just don't close your mind to the possibility that you might fall in love again."
But Marcie didn't get emotionally involved with anyone until she was almost nineteen. In the meantime, she had finished high school and found an apartment and a good job. Every night she went out with a new man and usually slept with him.
She met Tom at work. He joined an executive training program right out of college and she was asked to show him around the office. When he asked her for a date she accepted right away.
He took her to a movie and then out for something to eat. She invited him to her apartment afterwards and waited for him to make his pass. He attracted her immediately for the same reasons Len had. He had traveled a great deal and had lived in many parts of the world. He was very good-looking and after staring at him for a few minutes Marcie felt her cunt start to cream up.
But Tom didn't make a pass. Instead, he talked to Marcie, telling her about his life and how he felt about his job. It was the first time since Len that a boy had wanted to really get to know any part of her except her pussy. She was flattered and a little afraid. When Tom was getting ready to leave, she kissed him good-bye, wrapping her arms tightly around him and rubbing herself against his cock. She felt an answering hardness as his cock began to swell. She tried to get him back inside but he just gave her a funny look and left.
She was afraid of his possible reaction the next day at work, but he was pleasant as usual. He asked her for another date and she accepted. They went out for two weeks before Tom started to reciprocate her sexual advances. By then she felt closer to him than she had any boy since Len, and when he fucked her she came half a dozen times. They were married a month later.
At first the marriage was wonderful for both of them. They had a great deal in common and discovered a lot about each other and themselves. But then, after four months, things started to go wrong.
Marcie had always loved oral sex, almost as much as fucking. Tom had never gone down on her and finally she asked why.
"I've never done that. And I never will. What's the matter with you? Isn't fucking enough? Don't I do it as well as all the others?"
"Of course you do. It's just that I guess I'm used to it. Besides that, it's really a lot of fun. But if you don't want to that's all right."
But it wasn't all right. Marcie wanted to feel a mouth over her crotch, a tongue lapping up her cunt cream. She thought about it constantly until it turned into an obsession. She couldn't even enjoy Tom's fucking because she wanted the other so badly.
After a great deal of persuasion, Tom tried it. But for reasons of his own he just didn't enjoy it. In fact, it made him slightly nauseous. Marcie stopped bothering him about it but she didn't stop thinking how nice it would be.
At the same time, Tom began to feel that his manhood was in question. He knew that he wasn't really satisfying Marcie and it bothered him. He had always kept his girl friends happy and wondered if he was losing his touch. For their separate personal reasons, both Tom and Marcie were toying with the idea of sleeping with someone else.
Marcie had quit work when they married and had become close friends with the woman next door. She explained her problem and Ileen had the perfect solution.
"Look, why don't we swap? Jim's been looking you over ever since you moved in and I know he'd love the chance to ream you out with his tongue. And frankly, Tom turns me on a hell of a lot. Every time I see him I envy you for having such a sexy guy in bed with you."
Marcie said she would think it over and left. She had been doing some looking herself and had found Jim interesting. When he worked outside with his shirt off and in brief swimming trunks she couldn't keep her eyes off his large prick. And knowing that he liked to eat cunt was exciting for her.
That night, when Tom had finished dinner and was relaxing with a book, Marcie told him what Ileen had said. She added that she thought it was probably just a joke. But Tom just looked at her and asked her if she wanted to try it.
"I don't know. Do you?"
"Look, you're the one who is complaining. If you would like to I would go along. Ileen is a pretty sexy piece."
"You mean you wouldn't be jealous?"
"Marcie, the idea of another man fucking you doesn't exactly fill me with joy. But if it were a swapping deal at least I would know that you weren't really involved or anything like that. You could have your fun and get your pussy eaten to your heart's content. And then we might get along a little bit better."
"All right. I'll talk to Ileen tomorrow. Are you sure you want to do it?"
"Sweetie, before we were married you know we were both pretty busy screwing around. I'm not jealous of all that because it's in the past. And besides that, it didn't mean anything to you. Neither would this. So if you want to we will. If you don't just say so."
Marcie wasn't sure she wanted to swap until the picture of her lying spread eagled on the bed with Jim's tongue lashing out at her cunt came into her mind. That cleared up any doubts she felt right away. The next day she and Ileen arranged a time for the meeting.
The two couples were in Ileen's apartment having a few drinks. Ileen went out to the kitchen and called to Tom to help her open a jar. He left, leaving Marcie and Jim alone in the living room. Jim moved over closer to her and put his arm around her.
"You really turn me on. Ever since you moved in I've been waiting for this. I can't wait to get your clothes off so I can see your tits and suck on them. God, they look big."
With that, he unbuttoned Marcie's blouse and unhooked her bra. A minute later all her clothes were on the floor. Jim fondled her breasts and sucked them for a few minutes while his hands were exploring the rest of her body. As his hands got closer to her cunt, she moved her legs so his fingers could easily slip into her cunt. As she felt his fingers rubbing her clit she moaned and began to squirm. She couldn't wait until his mouth covered up her hole and his tongue was probing inside.
Jim knew what she wanted but he took his time, enjoying the moans that were coming from her throat. With his hand on her clit, be managed to get up so much cream that it began to drip down her leg. At that, he couldn't hold back any longer.
He dove in quickly, licking up all the juice that had dripped out of her hot pussy. Liking the taste, he plunged his tongue deep into her hole and reamed her cunt out. At the first touch of his mouth Marcie began to come. She had missed it so badly that her responses were in high gear and waiting to let go.
He felt her cunt begin to tremble and grab his tongue so he rammed it in harder and faster, working in and out of her oozing softness as quickly as he could. He loved the softness of her pussy as it became strong and grasping, trying to drag his whole body into her cunt by his tongue.
As she came out of her first orgasm Jim got on top of her and thrust his prick inside her. As the stiff rod rammed deep inside of her she arched her back and wrapped her legs around him so that his prick could penetrate her more deeply. It was long and thick and filled up her hole completely. She moved around under his body to drive him to newer heights of passion.
He felt her moving and stopped his thrusts for a minute, willing to get all his pleasure from her gyrations. But soon he was going up and down on her again. He worked his prick up and down on her cunt as hard and fast as an air hammer while she writhed and moaned underneath him.
Finally he couldn't control himself another minute and he let loose a big wad of cream. As it shot deep into her cunt she came again and again until she was weak from exhaustion. But she had loved every inch of his long cock.
They got dressed again and sat sipping their drinks until Ileen and Tom came out of the bedroom. All of them had a "just been fucked" look that somehow embarrassed them. After a few minutes of small talk Marcie and Tom left.
Once home, they discussed their adventure. Tom told her that Ileen had come several times and had really loved his fucking. Marcie just smiled and said that she was glad he had such a good time.
Ileen and Jim introduced the young couple to other swappers. For the past year they have swapped regularly at least once a week. Marcie makes sure that the man knows ahead of time that she wants her cunt reamed out. That way she knows that she will be satisfied.
Since they began swapping, their marriage has improved a great deal. Tom is once more the sexually assured young man that she married. And Marcie knows that their marriage isn't based on sex but rather on how well they get along.
