I never really knew my real parents, or where I came from. I had lived in an orphanage for as long as I can remember. This was my only connection with any kind of family.
I didn't like it very much. I felt alone most of the time. I can remember crying myself to sleep at night many many times as I was growing up.
I was the smallest and scrawniest of the lot always. No matter how much I ate or tried to eat, I never seemed to gain a pound or look any bigger. I always thought I looked skinny and frail, yet I was one of the healthiest kids there.
Because I was so skinny and so undernourished I didn't think I was ever considered for adoption by any of the many many people who came to the orphanage through the years I spent there.
I was constantly anxious and hopeful to be one of the lucky ones picked. I longed and prayed to get a real chance, in a real home, and have a real family, but I never got the chance.
For years I hoped and prayed, and listened to what the head caretakers of the orphanage told me about how to act when a prospective parent came to look us over.
"Always smile and look happy and cheerful," they would say, "speak nicely to everyone and be on your best behavior."
I would always listen and try as hard as I could to do just what they said. But no matter how successful I thought I was with everyone who came to see us there at the orphanage, still nothing ever came of it, I was still never chosen. I felt very unwanted and rejected most of the time because of it.
As I began to grow older, I kept seeing the rest of the kids come and go. After a while I began to think what was inevitably true, I would never leave that place until I was old enough to leave on my own.
It seemed to me that no one wanted me or cared about me except me, and I indeed was the only one. The old caretakers that were my friends and confidants were soon all gone and I was left to fend for myself among the crop of newcomers, both children and the people that ran the orphanage. I had a rather rough time of it. I was one of the oldest children there and I had been there for such a long time. I felt as though everyone thought there was something the matter with me.
I didn't know then how long it would be before I would be old enough to leave the orphanage on my own. I guess I was around nine or ten then, and I really couldn't imagine how old I had to be to go out, and go away on my own.
I really wanted to leave right then. I wanted to just get away from there and all that the place represented to me. But somehow I could never quite figure out how to do this so I stayed there and continued to be unhappy.
Eventually I managed to lock my feelings deep down inside me, and tried to act like the rest of the kids, as much as I could.
I ran and played with them and pretended I was happy and carefree just as they seemed to be.
Things seemed to go along pretty well for me after that, for a while.
I grew up a little and learned to get along with everyone as best I could.
I learned to hide my real feelings about almost everything and was able to ignore the tugging at my heart strings whenever I was disappointed or hurt about something.
When I was around twelve years old things began to change for me a little. I had become one of the smartest students in the orphanage school, and was chosen along with several other kids from the orphanage to be sent to regular school in the town a few miles away.
I was really very happy about this. I thought of nothing else at all when I was told that I had been one of the kids selected.
I read my books and studied harder and harder every day. I drilled myself day and night. I tried to cram as much learning down my throat as I could.
Going to school in town was a real big thing in my life, and I didn't want to risk not being able to go because I didn't know something when I got there.
The orphanage library was a very poor one as I think back, but I didn't know that then. I spent nearly half my time there just the same reading all the books I could find and trying to learn all I could by reading.
I could feel the anxiety building up in me and the excitement pressing hard against my insides as the days grew nearer and nearer, to the time of the beginning of the next school term.
Finally the day arrived. I was so excited I could hardly wait to get dressed that morning. I ran from my room and down the stairs and into the cafeteria and took a few spoonfuls of cereal and dashed outside to the bus that was waiting for us in front of the door.
My heart was pounding with excitement as I stepped on the steps and entered the bus. This was the first time I had been off the grounds of the orphanage since I was brought here many years ago. It was a very important time for me.
There were four of us chosen altogether. Two other girls besides myself and a very cute red-headed boy named Andy.
Andy and I became real good friends; I never really got along with the girls too well. He seemed to like and understand me. He always paid special attention to me.
Each morning when we got on the bus he would always come and sit beside me and laugh and play with me all the way to school.
Andy was always nice to me. We could always talk about things together. We even spent most of our time after school studying together.
Like me, he wanted to get away from the orphanage as soon as he could too.
We both studied very hard and tried to learn all we could about everything we heard about.
It was fun for me to do things with him. We would read stories to each other all the time, and sit and talk and dream about what we read.
I thought he had a great imagination; everything seemed to become alive as he talked about it. All our fun dreams became real things. I liked that I carried them around inside my head for long times until they were finally replaced by other dreams.
All the other kids in the orphanage teased and joked with us about our attachment to each other. They would say laughingly that we were in love.
I don't know how this affected him. It never seemed to bother him. I always thought we got along much better because of it.
By the time I reached the age of thirteen, I had in my way managed to develop a real affectionate attachment to him. I guess it could be called love ... though I didn't really know it then.
I adored him and was almost devoted to him. At school I clung to him constantly.
I started doing every little thing for him. I did his homework, nearly wrote all of his term papers, and tried as best I could to care for him at the orphanage too.
I became immediately jealous of the attention shown to him by anyone else at the orphanage or at school.
It was about this time that we began to show a lot of physical like for each other. We would kiss and hug each other when we found ourselves alone at school in a secluded spot.
He would rub his hot heavy hands over my throbbing breasts which were nearly fully developed then.
The hot driving passion I felt from the touch of our two bodies began to pound and pound deep inside me, until my entire body jerked from the excitement and pleasure I felt.
I could feel him shaking too. His fingers pressed firmly against my breast and shook slightly as I pressed myself hard into his advancing, ever-passionate clutches and shivered with mixed thrills of pleasure and wild excitement.
I felt the stiffness of his cock, as it pressed firmly against my hot quivering thigh, through the stiff hot material of his blue jeans.
His hot heavily-moist tongue was thrust fast into my hot anxious mouth, then all the way down my hot quivering throat.
A strange good sensation went through my body as his hot burning tongue rubbed against my hot lips and slid through the sensitive opening of my quivering mouth. This passion penetrated deep, down to the soul, the very soul of my hot throbbing body.
My womanness stirred restlessly beneath a cloak of lust ... desire ... passion ... and my own childish ignorance.
My cunt was white hot with wild passion and throbbed with the desire to feel his stiff throbbing cock plunge deep down into the very depths of my hot cavern. Slowly the lustful fever rose from that furry mound of quivering flesh between my legs, all the way up through my burning throbbing head.
My entire body pounded and quivered with a wild lustful desire I couldn't explain. I felt a sudden desire for his hot juicy cock. I wanted it thrust deep into me.
I wanted his long hard, red-headed cock thrust as deeply as possible into my burning twitching ... quivering ... slithery ... hot cunt. I wanted to feel the pleasure of that hard throbbing muscle as it slid against the flesh of my hot cunt lips.
I pressed my whole body to him tightly and squeezed my legs tightly together. I felt my cunt grow moist and more sensitive to all motion.
He slid his knee between my hot thighs and rubbed it slowly back and forth.
Shivers of pleasure ran through my whole body as his hot feeling penetrated his clothing and was soaked into mine.
I threw my head back again in a frenzy of wild passion and his hot burning tongue shot down my throat at the same moment, filling me with a thrill I can't explain.
We stood there still for a moment, his searching tongue roaming to all parts of my hot moist mouth.
Suddenly the school bell would sound a warning blast and we would know we had to get ready to go to class.
I would always stop for a second or two in the girls' rest room to fluff my hair and fix my clothes a little. Andy always waited for me and
I would soon pop out and take his hand and we would walk into class together.
Chapter Two
PASSION
The deep pleasure, and the tender lustful driving desire I shared with Andy on mornings like that, lingered in my mind for a long long time.
Those sharp penetrating feelings of passion and desire raced through my mind constantly the rest of my entire day. And for many many days to come.
Each time our eyes met in class a cold chill, followed by a raging flash of heat, shook my body forcefully, and with no mercy for my shaken emotions.
These were not my first experiences with sexual pleasure and excitement, but they were my first feelings of sexual desire and passion for the stiff member.
I guess I had started playing with my cunt while I laid in bed and felt hot and horny for as long as I could remember having the feeling of sexual excitement.
I had watched some of the other boys jerk themselves off too, without them knowing it of course.
On very hot evenings, when everything was so hot and still and no wind moved about, was the time when I watched them.
I use to sneak down to the boys' shower, sometimes late in the evening, and watch two or three of them playing with themselves and each other until they came on the floor.
Sometimes the boys playing would have big hard round cocks that would throb and jump at the slightest touch and would shoot a healthy load of come after only a few minutes of being played with.
There were others that were bigger and it would take a longer time for them to come.
Sometimes they would have contests to see how many times one of them could come before they were all out of come. I have seen some boys come as many as four or five times in this game.
The white hot come would shoot out of the hot red heads of their cocks and straight out across the room from them and land still hot and steaming on the shower floor.
I liked to watch this. The thought of a man playing with himself still excites me sometimes. The sight of a huge cock being clutched and manipulated by the hand of its big masculine possession gives me a thrill of satisfaction.
When all of them finished coming, and washed themselves under the shower, sometimes coming again while they were under the warm exciting water, I would sneak back to my room and play with myself.
I would roll and toss on top of my bed, and squeeze my tits as tight as I could and would tease the inner wall of my hot twitching cunt with my other hand until I nearly thought I would burst.
The images of the naked boys in the shower would come into my head again and I would imagine I was feeling one of those big firm cocks pressing in and out of my hot throbbing cunt instead of my busy burning fingers.
Soon I would feel the passion and pleasure of my own urges as they began to rise higher and higher inside me. The feeling of my own come and passions would begin to throb inside me, and soon my own hot come would flow forth from the hot throbbing depths of my burning cunt.
I would lay there for a long time after that panting and sighing with the pleasure I had given myself, and feeling my whole body throbbing and tingling from my head to my toes.
Sometimes when another girl shared my room with me, we would lay on top of each other nude and rub our bodies tightly against each other, and squeeze the nipples of each other's tits.
This would fill me with excitement and I would buck and trash and toss myself all over the little bed and enjoy every touch and sensation to the final moment when we would come.
All of this gave me pleasure and made me feel highly excited and wild with the passion of stimulation, but I never felt like I did with Andy.
None of the desire or the physical need that I felt as his firm arms closed around me and as his hot muscular body pressed tightly against me was present in any of these other experiences.
The passions which I felt with Andy were my first real adventures into the experiences of the burning want of another's body, in the burning passion of free and totally honest lovemaking.
I knew these feelings again and again with him, while we were there at the orphanage, before I fully experienced the total completion of this lustful satisfaction.
One evening rather late, I believe it was Saturday or maybe Sunday, the two of us managed to sneak away from everyone for a while. We ran off to a secret spot we had found down in the basement, beneath the cafeteria.
We stole our way down there one at a time, so we wouldn't be missed by everyone at the same time, and cause them to start searching for us.
I was the first one to leave, and when I got there I could hardly wait to see him there beside me.
In making sure that no one would know where I was going or suspect anything, I went to the chosen spot in a roundabout way.
No one seemed to notice, nor really care about what I was doing, I thought as I continued down the big hall on my way to the door of the cafeteria.
The whole place seemed rather quiet. Everyone seemed to be very busy and too involved in whatever they were doing to pay much attention to what I was doing. I was glad of the lack of interest and continued my journey a little faster.
Soon I was there. I sat very quietly and patiently on a neatly stacked pile of old newspapers and waited for him.
Though I was nearly bursting with excitement, I sat very still. My heart pounded with excitement every second until he finally appeared. He walked through the door at the far end of the storeroom and began to come closer to me.
The pounding of my heart became faster and faster as he drew nearer to me.
He was smiling a very broad smile, that lit up his whole face as he approached. He sat down beside me as soon as he reached me, and wrapped both arms around me.
He squeezed me very tightly several times and then let go of me. He took both of my hands in his and we sat there together leaning back against a huge wooden chest.
We didn't talk much at first. We just sort of sat there and rubbed our heads together and listened to the sounds we heard, coming from the cafeteria above us.
Our cheeks were touching warmly as we sat there clutching each other so warmly.
He let go of one of my hands and soon I felt his hot fingers moving across my breast and down the front of my blouse to my belly.
He moved himself closer to me and began to play with my navel through the material of my blouse.
The feeling of his hot fingers pressing down on me made my excitement rise.
I pressed my cheek harder against the side of his face and rubbed it up and down against it.
His hand now continued to slide down all the way to the hem of my skirt. He then slid his hand down along my hot thigh to my quivering kneecap.
He teased the sensitive nerves on my kneecap, making me jump and squirm at each touch.
He rubbed his burning fingers up and down along the sensitive inner part of my knee, and then slowly slid his hand upward to the hot smooth ... soft ... flesh of my quivering inner thigh.
I closed my eyes as his fingers continued to creep slowly and steadily upward. I felt the almost uncontrollable urge to scream and risk being overheard, the pleasure was so great.
Passion was rising in both of us now.
I could hear Andy breathing heavier, and could feel the hot gust burning as it thrust itself from his hot quivering nostrils and touched my face, still moist and hot.
He pressed his head even closer to me, still breathing heavily, and the hot flow of his breath flowed over and into my ears.
My own excitement and lust was rising wildly as I felt this hot passion strike against my cheek.
He then slid his body closer to mine, and pressed his head even closer to me.
I could feel the throbbing of his hot moist temples as he pressed himself so firmly against me that our two bodies trembled and shook together from the pleasure.
His hot moist fingers were still sliding over my hot flesh. They slid closer to the hot throbbing mound of quivering fur that awaited his touch anxiously.
I quivered with pleasure from the thought of his hot busy hands feeling and touching every hot strand of hair that rose up from the burning flesh beneath it.
My skirt was nearly all the way up above my waist and my pink panties were the only cover for my throbbing ... quivering ... cunt. He slid them down to my knees with a firm but shaky hand.
Suddenly I felt the heat of his hot hand as it pressed between the quivering jaws of my hot anxious cunt.
He slid his pants down slowly, moaning and grunting a little as he did so. He raised himself up slightly and moved over me.
His big cock was jumping and throbbing wildly.
I looked down at his hands, and watched as he slid his pants down his hot body.
They first uncovered his navel and showed a line of soft red hair that ran down the center of his hot hard belly all the way to his throbbing cock.
I saw the curly red hair as it slid from beneath his pants. Soon his hot throbbing cock was bouncing and jerking right over my hot throbbing cunt.
His big red balls were swinging back and forth as his big hard hot cock throbbed and pounded up and down.
One of his hands slid up my thigh and was teasing and feeling the jaws of my cunt. His hand moved wildly with hot passionate strokes of his hot burning fingers against the jaws of my hot quivering cunt.
The pleasure of feeling his hot fingers sliding in and out of my cunt made my whole body tremble and shake.
I pulled wildly at the hair on his head and dug my fingers deep into the hot muscular flesh of his hard muscular back.
I bucked my hips up to his big hard cock as hard as I could. Several times I felt the tip of his hard tool as it touched the hot sensitive lips of my anxious cunt.
I moaned and grunted and pulled his body closer and closer to mine each time I bucked myself up to him.
Suddenly and with great tenderness, Andy began to slide his big stiff ... throbbing ... cock between the jaws of my hot ... cunt.
Quivering wildly, and filled with the lust of the moment, they gave way to the firm but very gentle tender thrusts of his stiffly hard ... hot ... throbbing ... tool.
With pleasure I laid there and felt the ever expanding head of his cock press further and further in between the hot trembling jaws of my cunt.
I panted and sighed a little as his hot cock slid in and out against the hot sensitive inner walls of my slithery ... hot ... cunt.
My cries of pleasure and pain grew louder and louder as his cock slid further and further into my tight hot cunt, aided and pushed by the tight hairy muscles of his hard flexing buttocks.
The pleasing sensation of his hot ... throbbing ... tool, as it slid against my inner flesh, seemed to swell in intensity and travel all through my anxious burning body.
I pulled and tugged frantically at any part of his body I could get a hold of, moaning and sighing hard and heavy all the time.
My whole body was throbbing and quaking to the pounding and throbbing of his big cock.
Suddenly he thrust his big cock forward with such great force that a sharp penetrating thrill of pleasure and pain shot through my entire body.
The pleasure was maddening. I tried to contain myself, but before I knew it, I suddenly let out with a loud unconscious scream. The scream seemed to add to the pleasure I already felt and made my already pounding heart beat even faster.
The light was fading fast now. We could hardly see each other by the faint light that came in through the cellar window.
The evening was very warm and the heat of our bodies, as our flesh slid together, added to the heat of the season.
As we lay there, him on top of me, our bodies pounded together, vibrating with pleasure.
Chills of joy and satisfaction shot up my spine from my throbbing ... twitching ... cunt, all the way to my wildly pounding head.
My entire body was vibrating with passion and pleasure, and I could feel the tension and taughtness of every muscle in his body.
His hot chest pounded up and down over me, as he raised and lowered himself.
He grunted and moaned deeply with extreme pleasure. His face was flush, moist and hot, as it pressed so tightly against mine.
The hot burning sensation grew stronger as he slid his hot moist cheeks back and forth over my cheeks, and joined his hot passionate lips with mine again.
His hot searching tongue thrust itself through the opening in my slightly parted lips, and eagerly into my hot quivering mouth.
I could feel his hot moist tongue throbbing as it slid along the roof of my mouth and back to the base of my own hot tongue.
Shivers of extreme pleasure passed between us as our lips and tongues touched each other, in this passionate and exciting fashion.
I clutched him more tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pulling him hard down upon me, as our passion and motion increased and rose to its highest pitch.
In long soothing strokes of pleasure, his hard red cock slid deeper and deeper into my quivering cunt.
The thrill I felt, as my hot twitching cunt slithered and quivered beneath him, was equal to no other feeling I had known to that time.
I thrashed about wildly beneath him and pulled and tugged frantically at all parts of his body that I could clutch in my hands.
I could feel something rising inside me. The feeling was frightening and at the same time it was wildly exciting.
The whole of my womanness seemed to be coming to a head right then and there. My body shivered and thrashed and turned hot and cold as it jerked and quivered with this new feeling of pleasure and excitement.
Suddenly all the passion and pressure that had been building up inside me seemed to explode between my legs and overflow through the hot quivering opening of my hot burning cunt.
My come flowed forth burning hot, filling my cunt hole, and covering his big hard cock with the hot slick liquid.
His big throbbing cock seemed even bigger and harder to me now, as it slid in and out of the hot quivering jaws of my cunt.
Andy's groans and sighs grew louder and louder, and the rhythm of his pounding increased, as he shot his hot load deep inside me.
I could feel the contractions of his cock as it jerked and throbbed, and shot those white hot bursts of pleasure and joy into my sensitive burning cunt.
He pounded his body against mine wildly ... madly, full of all the passion and lust that was in him.
The head of his cock plunged down to the deepest reaches of my hot cunt.
My entire body was filled with pleasure. I moaned with ecstasy, and frantically bucked my hot twitching cunt up to him, meeting each of his wild passionate thrusts.
It seemed as though our two bodies were combined in one singular rhythmic driving motion of lust ... passion ... and total pleasure.
Our arms were clasped tightly around each other. Our bodies were moving in a passionate pleasurable excited motion. Our lips were pressed tightly together and our tongues were rubbing against each other and sliding back and forth, amplifying the total feelings of our lust and passions felt by the rest of our organs.
The wild flames of our passion and desires were slowly subsiding, and we relaxed a little.
We were still panting and moaning deeply as the two of us lay there, on the pile of papers.
His firm tight body was still pressing down upon me as we lay there in our secret love nook.
The sounds of our panting grew softer and softer, and the tension of our bodies relaxed, as we continued to lay there.
His big cock was still inside, me, and I could feel it throbbing a little, as he shoved it in and out very slowly.
For a long time neither of us moved or tried to. We just lay there enjoying the feeling of our two bodies touching together as we lay one on top of the other, in our secret love spot.
We talked hardly at all. Both of us seemed to feel and desire the same thing. We pleased both ourselves and each other by the touching and rubbing together of all parts of our yielding ... quivering ... burning ... flesh, nearly approaching the white hot passion we both had felt so recently.
It was now completely dark down there. Not even a shadow of light was visible.
It gave me the feeling we were the only two people in the whole world.
My heart pounded with a new pleasure, as I lay there under him and felt the constant rising and falling of his firm masculine chest, as he breathed in and out above me.
We had to be in our rooms very soon for the counting of heads.
This was done just before we had to go to bed, somewhere around nine o' clock.
We decided it was time we were getting back before we were missed.
Following the same method in getting back as we did to get down here, only in reverse order, Andy left our little nook for his room before me.
I was to follow him, after waiting a few minutes to see that he had no problem getting out himself.
We were to go straight to our rooms, and not see each other until the next morning. We both thought it was better to do it this way to prevent us from being discovered by one of the staff of the orphanage.
They were very strict at the orphanage about their regulations. On the subject of boys and girls together, there was no room for understanding or consideration.
This particular subject was treated very harshly by all in charge.
We held each other very close for a long time, and kissed each other passionately, as we prepared to leave our private little love spot.
Andy moved softly away and down the hall to the stairway, as the impression of his hot burning lips still tingled on my mouth.
I looked in the direction he had gone until I saw the thin silver of light that came in when he opened the door and slipped out through it.
Chapter Three
JOY
Alone I sat back down on the pile of papers and waited until I thought it was safe for me to follow Andy.
As I sat there the thoughts of the pleasure just past, thrilling thoughts of the pleasure that both of us had shared that evening, turned over and over in my mind.
I have become a woman, I thought to myself, as the strange realization crept through me like a sort of a stronger passion.
My whole body churned and tingled with the hot burning pleasure of thrills and excitement that had so recently traveled the length and breathe of it.
I lay my head back on the pile of newspapers and mused a little about the feelings of joy and excitement we had both shared, Andy and I.
Alone in the warm silent stillness of the night, I felt the tingling between my legs, where Andy's cock had so recently lay, start to rise again.
My firm upturned tits grew hot and sensitive to the warm stillness of the room, and throbbed with a passionate desire to be pleased and stroked again and again.
Slowly the desire got the best of me and I found my own fingers clutching tightly to the throbbing ... burning ... nipples.
I squeezed them softly, panting a little from the pleasure I gave myself.
I slowly slid my hands all around the firm pink mounds of flesh, feeling the throbbing between my legs rise higher and higher as my fingers probed and teased my hot ... throbbing tits.
Slowly I slid one of my hands from the nipple of my breast, down to the soft furry mound between my legs, and took up the pleasant task of soothing my aching passion.
Down, down my hand slid, over my hot rippled belly, to the rise of my hot thighs, all the way down my thigh to the hem of my skirt.
My fingers touched my flesh again at the base of the skirt and began to rise slowly upward along the inner side of my hot ... quivering ... burning ... thigh.
My hot roaming fingers came upon the hot lips of my cunt, through the panties I wore, and slid softly back and forth at the hot quivering opening.
I rubbed my ringers back and forth over the panties at the opening until I could no longer resist the desire to feel the sensation of hot flesh against hot flesh sliding in and out between the hot anxious lips of my waiting cunt.
Shaking and quivering with excitement, I slid my hot slithery fingers beneath the elastic band of my panties and down onto the hot ... quivering lips of that hot opening.
Slowly I slid my panties down and off. I slid four of my fingers down into my hot cunt and began to frantically massage the inner walls and lips of the hot throbbing opening.
The thrill and passion of the motion of my hot fingers drove me mad with excitement.
I could feel the burning of that hot driving passion all the way up to my head.
Faster and faster my fingers slid against the inner walls of my hot ... throbbing opening. The heat of the passion increased, and I moaned and grunted as my burning cunt throbbed and quivered with thrills of pleasure.
Visions of Andy's hard hairy muscular body flashed back and forth through my head.
My entire body tingled and quivered with the excitement and pleasure it now knew so well.
I moaned and panted and thrashed about in violent shivers of pleasure and excitement, as I thought of all the thrills and pleasures his hard muscular form had given me. I wished he was there with me still.
Thoughts of his big cock pounding and thrusting its way deeper and deeper into my hot opening made me sigh and shiver even more.
I closed my eyes and imagined he was on top of me. I could feel his hot chest pressing heavily down on my hot burning tits.
I could feel his hot heavy fingers roaming over my shivering body as I lay there beneath his thick virile frame.
My body stiffened a little as I thought of these pleasures. I felt the hot throbbing between my legs growing stronger and stronger. Soon it burned with a white hot passion of frenzy.
My body trembled and my flesh grew tense with feeling, as the passion grew stronger and stronger deep inside my hot contracting hole.
I squeezed my tits frantically. I rubbed the soft throbbing nipples in wild feverish pleasure. My passion rose higher and higher. Patches of red, yellow, and blue lights shot through my mind.
I grunted and moaned passionately as my fingers roamed and searched over my hot soft trembling body.
My grunts and moans were echoed in the violent shivers and quivering that I felt as my body bent and thrashed with the pleasure, of this, my own excitement.
I sighed deeply. My eyes were still closed, as I thought I could feel the hot burning sensation of his lips pressing down on mine. So real was this feeling to me that I could also feel the heat and moisture of his tongue pressing hard against my anxious lips.
Like a raging storm, the pleasure swept my entire body and erupted in this one singular passion of excitement.
I spread my legs wide apart and thrust my moist trembling fingers deep and hard all the way to the full depths of my hot throbbing juicy cunt.
My body stiffened and shook violently. The contractions of my cunt grew more rapid with each thrust of my hand hard down into the lips of that throbbing slit.
I whimpered ... grunted ... sighed and grew frantic with pleasure and passion as the pressure within me grew stronger and stronger.
The hot heavy sound of my own breathing filled the room. I could feel the pounding of my heart through all parts of my body.
Suddenly the pleasure seemed almost unbearable. I thrashed about on my back in a mad frenzy of excitement. I bucked my body high up off the bed and kicked and jerked about, as the sweet pleasure of passion consumed me and filled my mind with sheer visions of supreme pleasure.
My hot come tingled and burned against my thighs as it flowed from my cunt and ran down the crack of my two thighs and fell slowly onto the papers beneath me.
My body vibrated in violent contractions, as the hot moist liquid flowed so freely from my hot throbbing body.
Wild and fantastic visions of pleasure shot through my head as the quivering and contracting of my cunt continued to issue forth the hot love liquid.
The hot thick, moistness of my come excited me more, as it covered my hands and fingers. I heard the soft tingling of delicate balls, somewhere in the distance, and the low mellow strains of a great and beautiful organ both pealing with a rapture of beautiful tones just for me.
I felt myself being lifted by these sounds and being carried far away from where I was, and into the sweet reverie of fantasy.
How beautiful it was; I thought as I laid there, breathing heavily and sighing from time to time in deep soft sighs, from the pleasure I felt at that moment.
All the while I laid there my thoughts were of Andy, every passionate breath I took seemed to ring with his name.
His heavy masculine odor was still all over me and all around the place where I was laying. I breathed it in with every breath I took. My whole body trembled again as I thought of him and visions of his hard muscular body again filled my mind.
I caressed these feelings tenderly and passionately inside me and remembered again and again the pleasure we had found that night.
Chapter Four
CONFUSION
We were sitting at one of the large tables in the main dining room studying together, one evening sometime after our night in the basement of the cafeteria.
Andy and I were allowed to use this place to study because we needed the quiet and privacy, and because the people at the orphanage were quite proud of our achievements in school and were boastful about us. So they tried to do what they could to make us continue to be smart in school.
We were among the highest scorers in our grade and that gave us special consideration.
Most of our home work was finished now, except for the assigned math problems, which we always saved for last.
Andy finished first, and since it was quite late he decided to go off to bed.
I didn't mind this because I always could stay up later than he could. Whenever we did stay up together he would usually begin to fall asleep off and on around ten o'clock. I found it easy to stay awake far after midnight with little or no problem.
We said goodnight to each other and kissed around about ten thirty.
He left the room, and I went on with my math problems.
I planned to do a little advance reading in my social studies book before I finally went to bed.
Sometime after Andy left I finished the math and began to read parts of my social studies lesson for the coming week.
I guess I must have read nearly twenty or thirty pages as I sat there alone in that big room at the big round dining table.
I smiled to myself and thought of how much farther ahead of the rest of the class I would be if I kept that kind of studying up all the time.
It seemed to me to be quite late now and I thought I should go to bed and get some rest for the next day.
I took up all of my books and stacked them on top of each other, and got all of my homework papers together. I had picked everything up, and had started for the door and it opened just before I got there.
Suddenly a tall lean man stood before me, eyeing me up and down and leering at me through deep dark eyes. I looked up at him a little surprised and a little frightened.
I recognized him to be the janitor. I had seen him all over the place from time to time, going about his many different kinds of work, and never before had I felt any kind of fear or shame when he looked at me.
I didn't really understand why I felt that way about him that night.
He had always been around the place as long as I could remember and all the kids liked him. Sometimes he would laugh and joke with us and we went on our way to and from school and different places.
I made a deliberate move for the door, but he stepped all the way in the doorway and blocked my exit.
There was a strange wild animal-like look about him, like a great cat about to spring on some helpless prey. I stood still in one spot and looked up at him a little puzzled and confused by the situation.
I wanted to run out of the cafeteria and into my room and slam the door behind me where I'd be safe. My knees were shaking a little now as I still stood there near the door looking up at him with questioning eyes.
I traced the expression on his face for a second. He was still staring very hard at me, in a fixed hard gaze.
I knew that I must get out of there soon or I would become too frightened to move, and at the same time I didn't want him to know I was afraid of him.
I nodded my head to him and tried to say hello but nothing came out of my mouth. I couldn't make a sound.
Suddenly he moved all the way into the room and slowly eased the door shut behind him.
The muscles of my throat began to tighten and I felt a lump rising from somewhere deep inside me. He beckoned for me to come closer to him, as I heard the lock turn in the door. I stood still and began to tremble a little as I knew we were locked in that room alone, together.
My first thought was to get out of there as fast as I could, but there didn't seem to be any place to run to and I had only a few minutes to think about it anyway. I couldn't understand completely the reason I was feeling so frightened of him, nor why he seemed so strange to me tonight as opposed to any other time.
As far as I knew there was no other way out except through the door that was now locked, and no place to run to for safety.
I thought of screaming, and tried to, but nothing came out. Finally I just stood there in front of him, afraid to move and at the same time afraid to just stand still and let him look at me the way he was.
Still shaking, more and more now, I looked into his face. I watched his eyes as he continued to leer at me, full of lust and anticipation of something yet to happen.
I pulled my books and papers more tightly to me, and stood perfectly still again as his eyes seemed to grow larger and larger. It seemed as though his eyes were penetrating right through my clothes to the naked flesh of my body.
I stood before him rigid and stiff for a few more moments, then I could feel myself slumping slowly downward and nearly falling on the floor from a sudden feeling of weakness. He started to move a little closer to me and held out his hand.
"Come here," he said. "I want to talk to you. I think I know about something you have done that you don't want anyone else to find out. I know what you and that red-headed boy did in the basement week before last."
"He could get into a lot of trouble if the doctor ever found out, and you could too," he added with a sheepish leering grin on his cold lean face.
"What do you want from me?" I asked rather impatiently.
"Why don't you come on down to my place with me and I'll explain all of it to you when we get there," he answered.
"Why can't we talk here?" I asked him. "I don't see any reason to go all the way to your place. Anyway, what d'ya want to talk about?" I yelped at him, becoming even more frightened as I talked on with him.
"I don't want anyone to hear me talking to you about this," he said. "Do you know what would happen to you if they found out what I know?"
I said nothing to hum, and dropped my head slightly.
I didn't know what to say to him after that. I knew what he was accusing me of, and I knew it would be very bad for both of us, Andy and myself, if any of the staff of the orphanage ever found out about it.
I could think of no way to deny what he was saying, so I followed him where he led, hating the feeling that was constantly present inside me all the while.
He led me down to the rear of the dining room. I followed him, unable to resist. I knew why I was following him, but something in me kept trying to turn around. I went on in spite of it.
After a few strides he pulled back a section of the drapery that lined one wall of the cafeteria and a door appeared.
He opened the door and then stood aside to let me go past him and proceed down the stairs.
My heart jumped into my mouth again as he turned those glaring eyes of his on me. Again I wanted to scream or yell for help, but knew at the same time that that was useless. I stood there at the door and looked down the wooden staircase that led to the basement, and into the darkness beyond.
Utter fear and panic overtook me and I turned and started to run past him and back into the dining room. He was faster than I and much stronger and caught me with one arm and flung me through the door and half way down the creaking wooden staircase. I somehow managed to gain my footing and hang onto my books at the same time.
He was right behind me now, pressing me on ahead of him. We came to a corner and turned and went down another dark passageway.
I couldn't see a thing in front of me and neither could he, but he seemed to know where he was going.
The farther we went the faster my heart beat and the more frightened I became.
When I was so frightened that I felt I couldn't go another step no matter what he said to me or did, we came to a door which he opened and shoved me into. He stepped in right behind me and shut the door fast. He moved a little ways from the door and suddenly a lamp went on over in the corner of the room. I looked around me very quickly and saw that I was in a small apartment beneath the cafeteria.
He had the usual things lying around, empty cans of beer, old newspapers, and various articles of clothing.
He took the books and papers out of my arms and put them on a small table over in the corner of the room near the lamp.
Then he returned to where I was still standing and dragged over a chair and sat down in front of me. He raised his eyes slowly from the floor and took in every inch of my body from my ankles to the top of my head. I could feel the force of his penetrating eyes as they fell upon my body.
I felt as though I was completely naked in front of him. He leaned forward in his chair and took hold of my arm, pulling me closer to him.
I tried to resist him for a moment but then gave in as I was no match at all for his strength and to resist would be useless.
"What do you want with me?" I asked. "You told me you had something to tell me if I came down here with you," I said to him, as my knees began to shake again.
"Now tell me what you want so I can leave and go to bed. I have to get up early for school in the morning."
"Aw, don't worry about that," he said. "There's plenty of time for that. Right now I just want to look at you for a little bit."
I was scared, tired and angry, and now I felt a strange sick feeling inside me as he said those words.
"What about the thing you were telling me about the upstairs," I asked. "Don't you want to talk about that anymore?"
He said nothing to me for a few minutes, but just kept looking at me in that strange frightening way of his. I was becoming more and more nervous as the minutes went by, but couldn't think of a thing to do to get out of the spot I was in.
Finally after looking at me for what seemed like hours, he said, "Take off your skirt and blouse."
I said nothing. I just stood there as if I didn't hear or understand what he was saying. The fact of it was I didn't believe what was happening to me. My whole body froze and I stood facing him in a stiff rigid stance as he looked directly into my eyes, and repeated the request, louder this time.
My eyes began to fill rapidly with tears and I couldn't see him anymore. I kept hearing his voice echo in my head as he repeated the request again.
I wished for some way to get away from him and out into the cleanness of the night, but I was locked in his little room and he was just sitting there glaring at me.
Oh, how I wanted Andy to be there with me. He could have helped me and kept me safe from this leering old man and all of his evil thoughts.
But he wasn't there and I felt myself getting mad at him because he wasn't there. Why did he always have to go to sleep so early? He could have stayed up and studied with me a little longer just this one time. I needed him now and there he was off in his room, not even knowing what was happening to me. This, I thought. Why wasn't he here to share this with me?
I finally realized that these thoughts were silly. Andy had nothing to do with the spot I was in. He loved me and I loved him, but I was caught by this hungry old man and couldn't get away from him.
"Well, are you going to take off that skirt and blouse or do I have to do it for you?"
With this I stopped crying and looked at him again. Hate and contempt for him were rising inside me.
The image of his lean hard face burned itself into my head and glowed white hot as I stared directly into his cold searching eyes.
My stomach began to turn over and over and I felt like I wanted to throw up. My head started spinning around and around and the whole room seemed to be in motion.
I couldn't tell if I were standing or sitting for a moment, everything was moving so fast. Suddenly he lunged forward and reached for me and I stepped back just enough to be out of his reach for the moment, but he soon retaliated by getting up out of his chair and coming after me.
I stepped backwards away from him a few paces, but he was upon me as soon as I had made the steps.
He took hold of my blouse and loosened the buttons and let the blouse fall to the floor. He went back over to the chair and sat down.
I tried to turn myself away from him but he made me face him, so he could see the top of my body from the front.
"Now for the last time," he said, "take that damn skirt off before I take it off for you."
My heart continued to pound madly as I looked up at him again with my face full of tears. I saw no sympathy in his glance and knew that if I didn't take off my skirt myself, he surely would.
Slowly I reached down and loosened the hooks that held it together on the left side and let it slowly slide down to the floor.
I bent over and picked it up and laid it across a chair and turned around to face him again on his command.
I was still scared and shaking all over and goose bumps were standing out all over me.
"Come closer so I can see what you look like," he said as his eyes traced the outline of my body.
I moved a little closer to him, slowly and reluctantly.
"Come on closer," he grunted as his already large eyes opened even larger and seemed to peer into every pore of my naked flesh. "Turn around. Let me look at your ass," he said, motioning with a finger.
I turned around and faced away from him so that my back was facing him. I heard him sighing and moaning to himself as I stood there with my back to him. I heard him rise from his chair and the next thing I knew he had slid my panties down, off my legs and to the floor.
Squirming and fighting with all that I could call strength, I leaned down to cover myself. The thought of being naked in front of him filled me with shame and fright.
Suddenly he spun me around and pulled me closer up to him and knelt down in front of me on his knees.
I could feel the heat from his nostrils and open mouth hard and heavy against my naked body. Slowly it floated upward, burning and tingling as it rose.
I was still shaking all over and feeling sick to my stomach. But that was the main problem now. I could feel his desires as they shot forth from him. I knew he planned to fuck me and do all sorts of things to me. I wasn't really sure what he planned to do first.
He started rubbing his chin up and down along the sensitive inner flesh of both of my thighs. Flashes of heat rose up from my cunt.
I continued to fight and push him away but it became more hopeless for me as the heat of my soft flesh aroused him more and more.
All of a sudden, in a moment of heated passion, he threw me back onto his bed and spread my legs wide apart. I was beyond the point of struggling now, caught completely off guard by this maneuver. I lost ground steadily from that point on.
I felt that moist head from his mouth and nostrils falling heavier and heavier on the opening of my cunt. I squirmed and wiggled violently as his lips pressed nearer and nearer.
He breathed in a heavy, panting puff, in and out, as fast as he could. At the same time he moved his head back and forth above my cunt until that whole part of my body burned and quivered with a strange excitement. All of the lower part of my body was now rigid and tense.
His insistence was totally overpowering to me. There seemed to be nothing I could do to free myself from his greedy clutches.
His hands closed around both of my thighs just above the knee and clung as tightly as they could. I begged him to let me go but he paid no attention to my pleas and cries.
"Tell me what you know about Andy and me," I asked in a nervously anxious voice.
"Not now," he answered. "We'll talk about that later. We have other things to do now."
I bit down hard on my lip and tried to kick and beat my arms against his back but he, being much stronger than I, fanned off every blow with the wave of his huge arm.
He took both cheeks of my ass in one of his hands and slowly raised my body up off the bed until the opening of my cunt was rubbing against the tip of his hot, sweaty nose.
The heavy moist air flowed in and out of my cunt lips, making me shiver and tremble with each burning gust. His warm slick heavily moist tongue, soaked with saliva, slid up and down between the lips of my cunt and down into the quivering jaws, leaving a cool sticky feeling as it passed over my flesh.
My rigid body recoiled violently at the touch of his wet lips against my sensitive flesh.
I dug my fingers into the clothing on the bed and pulled and tore at it as hard as I could. I tried to pull myself from under the lapping, but only succeeded in sinking further beneath his quivering red tongue.
He pulled my whole body down further beneath his head and lapped at my cunt and belly in a new and wilder frenzy.
He was breathing heavier now and grunting even more while hunching his body up and down on the bed, as if he were fucking.
I could feel the heat from his chest as he rubbed his body between my legs.
The hair on his face grated roughly along the flesh of my inner thighs and against the lips of my cunt. His tongue was buried deep down between my legs and his whole body began to tremble and shake as he thrust his mouth more and more tightly over the lips of my cunt. His huge form slid higher and higher over mine till I soon could feel his heavy breath falling against my breast. The strong smell of alcohol rose up and floated past my nose.
The scent was revolting. I felt myself growing weaker and weaker as the weight of his large body began to press against my smaller frame. I squirmed and wiggled as much as I could, trying to get myself free from him but remained pinned beneath him.
I thought of myself as one of the little white mice I watched in my science class. They were kept in a glass cage beside the cage of a large king snake which fed on them.
I used to watch them as they thrashed and kicked and jerked to get free of the powerful coils of the snake as it prepared to squeeze the life out of them and consume their broken, lifeless remains into its mouth where it, alone, could receive nourishment from them.
How like those little mice I felt I was as the muscles of his big body began to contract and expand all around me, nearly covering me entirely in a rustle of flesh against flesh and the sound of heavy breathing.
The feeling of deep hate and disgust rose up in me higher and higher until I could no longer think of anything else. Oh, how I longed for Andy to help me get away from him, but now all I could feel for anything was hate.
I closed my eyes and held my breath as his big body, still fully clothed, slid up higher and higher over me. His lips slid up my cunt to the ripples of my smooth, moist stomach. He paused at the sink of my navel and lingered a time.
I could feel his tongue sliding, hot and wet with saliva, in a circular motion all around my navel, very slowly.
I felt his burning, wet tongue sliding up higher and higher, over the rise of my stomach all the way to the base of my breast. The moist sensation that his wet tongue and hairy lips made lingered for a time long after he had slid his head up higher onto my naked belly.
I whimpered and made deep sighing sounds, mournful tones of protest but he paid no attention and kept at his lapping.
Finally, I realized it was foolish for me to continue trying to fight him. The thought of being found naked with him in his room was an experience I could never have stood.
I wanted to yell for help but that would mean I'd be found here with all my clothes off, lying on his bed. I couldn't face that. The last thing I wanted in the world was to have anyone else find out what happened to me in that room.
It was a very quiet night. Very still and somber. The sounds of the little night creatures, running and flying freely about the ground and sky could be heard faintly from time to time over the heavy sound of his hard, rough panting and grunting and the squeaking of the springs on the bed added to this sound.
Oh, how much I wanted to be where all the other free sounds of the night were rather than where I was.
I listened very anxiously to every sound that came into that dingy little room from outside. My heart rose higher and higher and pounded with a new fury from the thought of freedom. I let my mind float freely out into the freedom of the night and tried to erase from my consciousness the situation I was now in.
The hoot of an owl, some distance away, came into the room. Once. Twice. Three times it hooted. Then there was silence. I longed to hear it again but nothing came.
But there must have been something in that hooting sound that set off new desires in him.
I don't really know exactly how it started but, suddenly he raised up off of me and began to take his clothes off.
At first, I thought he was getting ready to let me go but he corrected that thought right away.
I started to get up off the bed and with a motion of his hand he pushed me right back down, flat on my back. And I realized that there was more to come.
I watched him with frightened eyes as he started pulling off his clothes and throwing them helter-skelter in a corner of the room.
His shirt went first. With a few quick tugs at the line of buttons down the front, off it came and was tossed into the corner. Next came his sweat-shirt. He pulled it up and over his head with one hand while the other one clung tightly to my upper thigh right at the lips of my cunt so that I couldn't get up while he had his head covered.
As his sweat-shirt rose up and off his body it revealed his big muscular hairy chest. He was all naked from the waist up now. I looked at him. There was a big, dark blue tattoo on his right arm about midway between his shoulder and elbow. I had never seen a man naked before and didn't quite know what to think on seeing him.
I stared at the tattoo for a moment and then let my eyes move slowly from right to left and took in the entire upper part of his body for the first time.
The muscles of his neck, chest and shoulders looked big and hard.
I watched them as they flexed from the motion of his breathing. The huge size of his body frightened me even more now. He seemed to be three times the size I was and his muscular form was absolutely gigantic.
I felt as though I were a newborn infant lying on his bed beneath his massive ... half nude ... body.
My eyes followed his hands down his chest to the buckle of his belt.
He loosened it rapidly and released the buttons at the same time almost. His huge chest and flat muscular stomach were pounding faster and faster from his heavy, excited breathing.
I watched him slide his pants down to his knees as he rose up and stood at the foot of the bed, still keeping his eyes directly on me and sliding them down to the floor and off. I could see the bulge of his huge, stiff cock more clearly now as it pressed out against the thin material of his jockey shorts. Hot tears rose up in me and slid down my face.
'It must be at least two feet long,' I thought to myself as I watched it throb and jerk there beneath the white underwear.
The temporary excitement I had felt at seeing his body naked left me at once when I thought of him trying to shove all that huge cock into my cunt. I turned away in terror.
The next thing I remember was watching him as he took hold of his shorts and pulled them down to his knees and let them fall the rest of the way down and lifted his feet out of them.
With his next motion he climbed back onto the bed and on top of me.
I made no effort to move away from him this time. I couldn't. I felt it was of no use to try to resist the oncoming advances he made. He clasped me so tightly to him.
It must have been around two or three in the morning by now and I had been locked in his room for at least two hours or more. I felt as though I had been there a whole lifetime. Everything that I've ever hated about that place, I was in. My hate of the orphanage itself loomed first in my mind. Then the people who came weekly to look and touch and rub our heads. Then the awful feelings of loneliness I usually had. All these feelings and hates began to build up in my head that night. The small things and the large, both seemed to crowd themselves into my mind and fester there and run like a thick green ooze through all the parts of my body.
My presence in that shabby little room and everything the janitor was doing to me took their places in these thoughts in my head.
The weight of his naked, hairy body seemed much heavier to me now as he slid and squirmed back and forth and up and down on top of me. His round, hard cock pressed into my belly as he slid himself higher and higher up on me.
I felt the ringed outline of the head of his cock as it throbbed and jerked against my tense, warm flesh.
He moaned loudly as he caressed my head against his chest with his huge, rough, masculine hands.
I tried to pull my head away from that hairy, sweaty flesh but he turned it back hard and fast and pressed it even more firmly against him.
His every advance stifled and sickened me with a heavy, deep feeling of foreboding and helplessness.
I felt that I was being dragged down into thick, heavy oil with no way to redeem or save myself. I gasped for breath and strained my wits for a way out of his firm, dreadful power.
I was reminded that night of a scene that I had seen some weeks before that, as I passed a bar with Andy on our way back to school from lunch.
There was a group of three people sitting on stools at the far end of the bar sipping out of glasses of beer and laughing and joking with each other. There were two men and a woman in the group. All three of them seemed to be having a lot of fun with each other as Andy and I stood out on the street and watched them all. Both of the men were sitting very close to the woman, and were feeling and rubbing on her. She didn't seem to mind it as they were all a little drunk, and she seemed to be a good sport.
Both Andy and I giggled from time to time as we watched their frivolous carrying on.
Every now and then one of the men would reach over and squeeze her on the tits or feel her ass that was hanging over the edge of the bar stool.
She would slap at them playfully and laugh a little as they continued their grown-up games of frolic.
The two men started teasing her more and more until she stopped laughing, as one of them took an extra hard squeeze on her tits, that must have hurt a little or must have been a little bolder than she had expected it to be.
After that she decided she should leave for some reason.
As she prepared to get up one of them stepped aside to let her pass but the other one took hold of her arm and tried to force her to stay.
'This man seemed to be the drunkest and meanest of the three of them,' I thought as I watched them, while standing there in the door.
The lady turned to him and said, "Let me go. I've got to go home." But the man kept on pulling on her arm and rubbing his hands over her tits.
She didn't seem to have much choice in the matter as far as he was concerned; he wanted her to stay and she just had to.
This pulling and tugging and haggling went on for several more minutes, until the lady got tired of it.
Then, suddenly, I saw her raise her arm high above her head and saw her huge handbag dangle in mid-air for a second and all of a sudden come crashing down on top of his head.
With that he relaxed his hold and turned aside to let her leave the bar without trying to stop her again.
I felt very proud for that lady, for some reason I didn't understand until I found myself in a similar situation. Oh, how I wished I could have been like that night with that big, sweaty body of the janitor on top of me. She seemed to be so sure of herself and so independent.
I continued on my way to school with the memory of what I saw fixed in my mind.
"Oh, how I wished I was the strong, independent person that lady was," I thought to myself as he began to blow his hot, heavy breath in my ear and along the sides of my neck.
I squirmed hard and tried not to notice the tingling sensations that now ran down my back all the way to my toes.
His cock was throbbing harder and faster now and he was slowly inching it down between my legs to the slit of my cunt.
I kicked and bucked and thrashed about feebly beneath him in a last attempt to prevent him from hitting his intended mark. But, somehow, all I did was in vain. Suddenly, I felt the sickeningly sharp penetrating pain as the huge head of his cock started to slip slowly between the young, expanding lips of my cunt.
A scream started to rise up to my throat from the depths of my body, but I managed to hold it down and remain silent, though the pain continued to grow with every thrust he made.
I could feel both my thighs growing further and further apart as his giant tool penetrated further and further into the cavity between my legs.
The intense pain and pressure made my whole body shake and quiver violently and huge beads of sweat rose up out of every pore.
I was shaking all over and hot and cold flashes were running throughout my body like great flames of blindingly bright and intense light.
I don't recall whether my eyes were open or closed or if I really felt these things or imagined them. The feelings and impressions were so great and weighed so heavily upon me, that I lost track of all continuity and nearly all reality.
A sharp burning sensation joined with the pain and together filled me with hysterical panic. I don't know what I did in the next few seconds. It's still very vague to me. I remember clawing at his face and biting desperately into the fleshy part of his arm and that's all the sense I can make of it. The next thing I knew the side of my face was stinging and his hand was over my mouth and nose, pressed very tightly.
The feelings of pain and burning had all left my cunt, or it was too numb to respond, and he was lying still on top of me, breathing hard, with all of his huge, throbbing cock buried deep inside me.
I could feel a strange spinning sensation in my head and my throat felt dry and parched. Both of my lungs seemed to be pleading for air. I thought I'd die if I went another moment without taking a good deep breath. I looked up into his cold, hard face pleadingly, expecting him to let me go and give me a breath of air.
Instead, he glared down into my tired eyes and pulled back the corners of his lips in a sneer. "You pull a stupid stunt like that again and I'll smother you," he said.
I shook my head o.k. and he removed his hand from the lower part of my face.
As I slowly took in a deep breath of air, I looked up into his face again. I noticed four or five rather deep long scratches caused by my fingernails. The sight of those scars on his face filled me with a strange, loathsome pleasure. I looked up into his face a long time measuring the length and counting the scratches over and over again.
They were just beginning to rise and fill with blood as I laid there and looked up at them.
Slowly the bright red blood seeped out of the small capillaries of his facial tissue and filled up the scratches until like canals it flowed onto the grey-white of his outer skin.
As each drop ran down to his chin it dropped off and landed on my chest. A strange triumphant sensation went through me as each rich red drop fell onto my naked flesh and sank down into the pores of my skin.
I was proud of myself for doing it and felt like I had become a little more like the lady I had seen that day in the bar.
He reached over to the side of the bed and grabbed a towel and mopped his face several times until all the blood was gone.
I continued to look up at him as he did so.
He didn't bother to wipe it off of me, and tossed the towel away so that I couldn't get it.
Then slowly he began anew the pumping ritual.
I could feel his huge cock sliding up and down inside me but for some reason there was no other sensation with it. I didn't care if he continued and I didn't care if he stopped. It seemed to be all the same to me.
He panted louder and louder and pulled and squeezed my firm tits as he thrust himself into me again and again. Each thrust seemed to excite him more and more until his entire body was frenzied with motion and vibration above me.
I lay beneath him as still and as limp as a corpse and listened to the continued moanings and panting that seemed to grow louder and louder with each breath he took.
Suddenly he fell silent all at once and his body jerked violently all over and his cock throbbed and expanded inside my cunt.
I felt a hot, moist fluid rising out of my cunt and running between my legs from both sides of his huge, throbbing cock.
The sound of his heavy breathing filled his dingy room now, as he lay full down on top of me with both arms stretched out on each side.
His head was resting just above my shoulder and his hot, moist breath was curling up around my neck and into my ear.
Chills ran up and down my spine and my cunt throbbed with the sensation of his hot come as it continued to ooze out around his big, red cock.
I could feel myself coming and wanted to hold it back. I didn't want him to make me come. I tried to wiggle myself up a little so that the feeling would go away, but the more I wiggled the stronger it became.
He noticed what I was doing and started fucking me again.
It took only a few minutes and I was coming. I kicked and tensed myself and tried to hold back, but there was nothing I could do. Finally, I felt my cunt contract and quiver and my love fluid poured out and mixed with his.
As I came, he pulled his cock out of my cunt and replaced it with his hot tongue.
He jerked himself off and came again as he lapped up all the come in my twitching cunt and sucked on both of the sensitive lips at the same time.
I wiggled and bucked beneath him, both from pleasure and pain, as his long smooth tongue ran in and out of my quivering cunt.
When he had sucked all the come from me to the last drop, he let me go and got up off the bed and sat in his chair and looked at me.
I continued to lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling not knowing what else to do.
Finally he put my clothes on the bed and told me to get dressed.
I wasted no time in getting dressed for I knew that the sooner I was dressed the sooner I could leave.
A sick feeling came over me as I picked up my books and stood next to the table near the door. I thought of Andy and what I would tell him about tonight.
His voice suddenly broke in and changed my whole trend of thought.
"Don't think you can get anywhere by telling anyone what happened to you tonight. They'll never believe you. I've been for fifteen years and you're not the first one I've had that way. And besides there's still that little matter between you and your red-headed friend. Don't forget that."
His words echoed and boomed around in my head, as I stood there, making me reel with the remembering of what we had gone through here in that room that night. I knew I hated him. I hated him for what he had done to me and for what he had made me do. I hated him for changing my life or making me change it in a way.
As I walked through the door from his little room and along the hall to the stairs and finally to the door of my own room, I knew that I couldn't remain in that place much longer.
The weeks and months that followed were nearly unbearable for me at times. Nothing seemed the same. I lost interest in my school work. The few friends I had there at the orphanage were all finally taken away and I felt more and more alone. Andy still spent some time with me but he was becoming more and more interested in doing manly things as he put it.
Finally, he too was adopted and I was really all alone there. Nothing else and no one had an interest for me after that.
He managed to get his new parents to promise to bring him out to see me every weekend and they did.
They were very wealthy and they brought him out every weekend and we would laugh and talk all day and as the time came nearer for him to leave I'd begin to feel more tired and sad until I would cry when he left and lay across my bed for hours after he had gone and sob and sob lonely tears.
These visits of his kept up for about a year. Each weekend there he was. When his parents couldn't bring him a friend did, but he was always there.
One afternoon during one of his visits, a little more than a year later, I managed to get him to bring me some money. I told him I needed it for school things, so he brought it the next weekend. I was really planning to run away and thought it would help till I could find some sort of job.
He brought me money every weekend for about three weeks, about twenty-five dollars each time.
I never asked where he got it. I didn't think he wanted me to know. I just took it and kissed and thanked him and hid it in my room.
Finally, I had almost eighty dollars stashed away, and I figured that was enough to start me on my way.
The next weekend after my visit with Andy I made plans to leave the following day. I kissed him goodbye that evening with a smile on my face and he seemed happy that I was smiling again.
I found out his address so that I could keep in touch with him after I left there and waved a sad goodbye to him as his car pulled away from the gate of the playground for the last time.
The next morning I was up bright and early. I took all the things, the few things, I could take and put them in a small brown paper bag and my school books under my arm and I walked out of that room for the last time in my life.
Chapter Five
HUNGER
As he lay in his bed and pounded his stiff rod deep inside me, I could hear the cries of a drunk echoing down the hall, charged with the rage of his own misfortune. "Oh, Mama, Oh, Mama," he called, and his footsteps echoed softly away in the distance. I could hear him wail and cry as the throbbing and pounding in my cunt grew louder and stronger.
He had suggested this place where we were as there seemed to be no other place for us to go, no place nicer I mean, and he was very anxious to fuck me, so he told me. I didn't really mind where we were, I didn't mind much of anything then. I only wanted to do what he wanted of me and leave.
It was the middle of June. The weather seemed to be always hot and muggy. Today was no exception to that. The two of us slipped and slid against each other as our bodies bounced and slapped up and down in this frenzied ritual of love.
I had been away from the orphanage and on my own now for nearly two years. "Two years," I thought to myself, almost out loud. Somehow the time seemed to be a lot longer than that. I thought often of the slow lazy pace in which my life had gone on while I was there, and sometimes I even wished I was back there, with all the things I didn't like about it when I was there.
In those past two years since I left the orphanage, I've had ample time to reconstruct all the things that went on there, and to think about them again and again. Often, at times such as right now, I would long for the secure safety that the four walls of my little room meant to me. I missed Andy terribly, and had thoughts of going to him constantly every day, but, it seemed, for some reason buried deep inside me I knew I could never let myself do that.
There seemed to me to be something unfair and dishonest in running to him, the only person I have loved when it was I who had ran away from him and everyone else in the first place. This urge to run to him became harder and harder to resist as the months grew into years and the span of time became greater and greater.
I kept telling myself to hold on now and wait until I could face him on his same level and not as a beggar with only my love to plead. This thought satisfied my longing for the moment, but only for the moment. I knew even as I told myself to wait that the desire to go to him would strike again even harder than it had done this time.
The cries of the lone drunk down the hall were nearly out of range now, and the pounding of our two bodies against each other grew more and more violent every second.
His hard round cock was burning with stiff rigid passion as he thrust it in and out of my twitching ... bucking ... cunt.
I stretched my hot trembling legs wide apart and dug my fingers deep into the small of his back effecting an immediate grunt from him. The sweat poured from his burning flesh. He panted and moaned with pleasure and excitement as his huge tool bobbed and jerked ... and plowed further and further inside me.
His lips were parched and dry from all the heavy breathing and grated across my face as the final moments of passion came upon him. Grunts of pleasure mixed with heavy breathing and loud moans filled the room, and echoed through the gloom and smoke.
I bucked my body high and hard to let his big cock thrust itself all the way into my throbbing cunt. This gave him even more thrill and sent his body shivering again. I tossed and rolled beneath him as he took hold of me and pulled me even closer to him.
He raised my legs high over his shoulders now as he thrust his hard throbbing cock deeper and deeper inside me with each throbbing contraction of that big tool.
Sweat was pouring from all parts of his body. His every pour seemed to vent forth with the hot salty liquid.
I felt the drops burn into my flesh as they fell from his chest and the upper part of his hot feverishly bouncing belly.
He was I thought, a nice looking man really, rather attractive. I could see by the way he treated me and acted with me before we hopped into bed. I felt he hadn't always been as beat down and flabby as he seemed to be now.
He happened to be one of the first on the first day that I arrived in New York. I must admit, I was a little surprised that he pursued me so quickly and got to the point so fast. I hardly had time to move.
I had just got off the bus that morning and was feeling quite a little shocked and apprehensive about the whole thing. I was all alone in this huge bustling city. I had no place to stay and didn't really know which way to find one. All sorts of frightening thoughts ran through my head because of what I had heard other people say about New York.
I was afraid that I'd be attacked before I got two blocks down the streets and be beaten to death. Fortunately nothing like that ever happened to me here.
It had been a few years now since I had left the orphanage. I had gone through a lot of changes. I was quite a bit smarter now than I was when I first left the orphanage, but I still felt that there was a lot for me to watch and learn.
I was no longer that sad-eyed little girl I was when I left the realm of the only home I had ever known, the orphanage.
I walked slowly down the streets in this metropolis and compared it to the streets in the town where the orphanage was. I did this in every town I had come to since I left the place and spent my first night out on my own.
That first night I was really frightened, alone and inexperienced and had no notion of what the world had in store for me, when I left that day so long ago.
As I look back in reflection I can recall everything I did that first night as I made my way to freedom and away from that place of grief and sadness for me, as I walked down the street the first night on my way from that place for good. I can nearly recall everything that happened to me, and almost exactly what I felt.
I walked slowly up the main street of town, still just a few miles from the orphanage. I was on the way to the bus station. My many fears mounted inside me as I drew closer and closer to the point of departure from the only thing I knew about and had lived in for all those years.
My many fears began to build up inside me. I can remember nearly turning around several times, and heading back, but the desire to escape and be free proved stronger in me than the fear of the unknown, and I kept walking in the direction of the bus station.
Finally I had arrived at the bus station. I was shaking all over by then as I remember. I walked up to the ticket counter filled with excitement and fear all mixed up together. As I stood there in front of the ticket agent my knees nearly buckled several times.
The man behind the counter asked me what I wanted.
"What can I do for you miss?" the man smiled and said.
"I'd like a ticket to ..." I stopped right in the middle of my sentence and thought to myself, "I don't know where to go to," so quickly I glanced up on the public schedule that hung over his head. The name Bennington caught my eye for some reason. "I'd like a ticket to Bennington please," I said to him in a much more calm and unexcited voice. I had no idea where Bennington was or if I would like it when I got there but I knew it was away from the orphanage and that's where I wanted to go, as fast as I could get away.
"Six dollars and eighty five cents," the man behind the counter said.
I promptly opened my purse and handed him a ten dollar bill and being careful at the same time to only take out one at a time.
"How many miles away from here is Bennington?" I asked him.
"Oh only around one hundred thirty five miles, it's not a bad trip," he said. There was a sudden look of surprise in his eyes that I've seen often in peoples' faces ever since that night.
I hurriedly took the change he gave me, and the ticket, and shoved both of them back into the small bulging purse I carried tightly under my arm.
"The bus leaves from gate number ten," he said to me, as an elderly man pushed his way to the counter behind me.
I turned slightly and scoffed at him a little as I reached down for my small paper bag that lay on the floor beside me.
I walked over and sat down on one of the hard benches provided by the bus companies for their passengers to sit on while they wait for the busses.
Sometime later when I had finished reading all the old newspapers and magazines that lay on the floor, I heard the announcer over the loud speaker calling for my bus.
"Attention all passengers for Bennington and all points south the bus is now loading at gate number ten."
Hurriedly I got to my feet and headed for the door. There were only three people ahead of me and we only waited a few short seconds until the driver was there to take our tickets and let all of us board the bus.
This was my first time aboard a real long distance bus. I was a little excited because of it.
Quickly I handed the driver my ticket and stepped up the stairs to the center aisle of the big beautiful bus.
The next minute we were on our way down the highway to Bennington. The bus wasn't too crowded, so I had a seat all to myself. I sat next to the window and watched the changing scene as we sped down the road.
We passed through many little towns as we made our way to Bennington, my first escape from the loneliness of the little orphanage town. Some of the people on the bus got off as the bus stopped in these towns and others got on. I enjoyed watching the changing faces as the new people stepped aboard the bus and took their seats.
About middle way on the trip the bus pulled into the biggest town we had hit so far, the largest town I had ever seen. The bus station was very large and the lanes of the station were filled with buses, all kinds of buses, some that I had never seen before.
The bus stopped there for a half hour. Most of the people got off the bus and walked into the station.
I stayed inside the bus for a while as I was a little afraid to get off and walk around. Finally the pangs of hunger forced me to leave the safe sanctuary of my seat, and I ventured forth to the snack bar. I hurriedly bought several things to ease my hunger and got right back on the bus.
When I returned to my place I was surprised to see that there was someone else sitting in the seat beside me. At first I looked around for another seat, as I felt I wanted to sit by myself, but after looking carefully for a vacant seat and not finding one I was obliged to return to my old seat even though there was another person sitting beside me.
I walked to my seat and squeezed in beside the man that had taken the space beside me, and took up my post looking out the window. I glanced around at him once or twice to see what he looked like. I thought that if I was going to sit beside him for the next few miles I might as well know what he looked like. I don't think he noticed me staring at him, as I was very discrete about it.
He was a handsome man compared to most of the men I've seen since I had got on the bus. He seemed to be fairly young too. I figured he was somewhere in his late twenties, probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven. His face was clear and fairly stern looking, but I could see the wrinkles left by a lot of smiling.
The hair on his head was dark and wavy and had a clean shine to it as the light shown on it. His facial features were nice and pleasant. I liked looking into his face.
Soon the driver came back and made a passenger check and the bus was on its way again.
It was beginning to get dark outside and there wasn't much to see now, so I decided to take a little nap.
I leaned my head back on the seat and closed my eyes. Thoughts of what I would do when I got to Bennington kept running through my head as I leaned back in the seat and tried to go to sleep for a while.
About three or four minutes after I was lying there I felt a strange sensation creeping over me. I didn't know what it was at first, I guess I had fallen off to sleep and it woke me. I opened my eyes and looked around. The same man was sitting beside me, and I was glad of that, but he seemed to be rubbing his knee against mine. When I realized what was going on I tried not to let on that I was awake, but I think he was watching me out of the corner of his eye.
I laid my head back on the seat and pretended I was still asleep.
The rubbing of his knee against mine seemed to become more and more intense after that.
I continued to act like I was asleep.
Then suddenly I felt his hand reaching over the seat and resting on my inner thigh, and between both of my tightly clasped legs.
He made no further motions at first. He just let his hand rest there on my thigh.
I could feel the heat penetrating and radiating from the throbbing pulsating of his fingers as they rested ever so gently against my soft thigh.
I continued to lean back on the seat and let the pleasure that his hand gave me flow through me and warm me to the touch that felt so good to me. I knew the desires of men. I knew the pleasures it gave and also the pain and shame that could be had.
Thoughts of my encounter with the old janitor at the orphanage went through my head, and my body stiffened.
I felt the pressure of his hand on my thigh lessen a little. I thought that he had sensed my feelings at that moment and had decided he should leave me alone.
I wanted him to continue, so I spread my legs slightly wider apart and let his hand slide further down between them.
At first this seemed to startle him and he took his hand away altogether.
I was disappointed at this and felt a little silly. I leaned back in the seat again and slid my knee over to his and rubbed it against him as he had done to me in the beginning.
He turned and looked at me for a moment, and then smiled at me slightly with a look of acceptance on his firm chiseled face.
I looked up for a second, just in time to catch his smile and I returned it. I laid my head back on the seat again and looked off into the deep distance of night.
It was now quite dark and the bus was almost totally dark as most of the passengers were asleep. There were only two or three lights on except for the ones that burned to show where the aisle was.
After a few moments I felt the hand of my seat companion again sliding across the seat and onto my waiting thigh this time.
I spread my legs wider apart and let his fingers slip all the way down and touch the seat where my thigh rested.
He took hold of my thigh firmly but gently and squeezed my soft smooth flesh between his fingers.
Excitement started rising in me as I felt his fingers slowly massaging the sensitive flesh of my soft milk white thighs.
His hand seemed to grow warmer and warmer as it slid back and forth along my inner thigh.
Slowly his fingers felt their way back to the more sensitive area of my hot throbbing flesh. They were approaching the burning opening of my twitching cunt.
I opened my legs a little wider as his hand continued to slide back even further.
His hard masculine fingers touched the outer lips of my cunt sending a shiver through me. I started to shake and squirm from the sensation of his fingers rubbing around the head of my throbbing cunt.
He started to shove one of his fingers slowly into the opening of my twitching slit.
I gasped with pleasure as the sensation of his hard round firm finger pressed itself deeper and deeper into the sensitive reaches of my anxious imagination.
The undulating ... quivering lips of my cunt were now emitting that moist thick liquid which always excited me even more. The pleasure I felt was nearly doubled as the liquid was spread around the lips of my cunt by his thick roaming fingers.
I grunted and moaned softly with pleasure as he continued to give me pleasure with that set of roaming exciting fingers.
I looked down between his legs and I could see the bulge of his big stiff cock as it pressed straight up under the material of his pants. I slid my hand over and rested it on the top of the bulge, and felt it throb and jerk beneath my touch. I rolled my hand around on the head of it and felt it grow even larger.
It was a huge cock. I thought it must be at least twelve or thirteen inches at the least. I ran my hand down around the side to try and see just how big it was. As I came to the base of his cock I felt the zipper of his fly and found that his fly was already open.
I slid my fingers inside beneath the flaps of his pants and felt the heat from his crotch as my fingers slid over the coarse hair that rose from his muscular flesh. The sensation of this feeling sent shivers up and down my spine and I gulped and grunted with excitement.
I continued sliding my fingers along the firm muscular ridges of his hard throbbing cock until they reached the very tip. The smoother more sensitive skin of the head of his cock throbbed and jerked with spasms of pleasure as I rubbed my fingers again and again back and forth about it. Finally I pulled it out of his pants to get a better look at it as the flashes of light from outside shown in through the windows, as the bus passed a lighted area.
The size of his cock was even more spectacular as I saw it in the light. It must have been at least thirteen inches long, I thought to myself as I looked down at it as the light kept flashing in on it.
It was as big around as I could never have imagined a cock on a man could be. I had seen a cock on a horse one time that big, but I never thought that a man could have a cock that large.
The size of it alone excited me in a way that I can't explain. I wanted to possess it, all of it, in any way I could. I didn't know what there was about his big cock that made me feel that way, but I liked the way I felt and kept on teasing his cock so that it stayed hard and rigid for me.
His fingers were still sliding in and out between my legs giving me pleasure after pleasure as they rubbed across the sensitive flesh of my cunt lips.
I moaned and grunted both from the pleasure of the strokes each delightful stroke of his hard firm fingers upon the lips of my cunt as well as the pleasure it gave me to hold his huge cock in my hands and stroke it over and over with my soft hand.
Suddenly without saying anything, he pulled me closer to him by my neck and then began to pull me down so that my head was going closer and closer to his crotch and that hot throbbing cock that seemed to be jumping and throbbing more now than ever.
At first I didn't really know what to do. I resisted him a little at first, and at the same time I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do. Finally I realized he was pushing my mouth down onto his cock.
I guess the thought had come into my mind too, but as I had never done it before I didn't quite know how to go about getting down to do it. I felt a slight thrill in the thought that he was getting me to do the thing I really wanted to do.
Closer and closer my head and lips came to his hard throbbing cock. I could already feel the heat rising from that big hard tool.
That strong masculine scent rose up around me and overpowered me until I couldn't think of anything else but the taste of that big cock of his as it slid into my open anxious mouth.
As the hot burning head of his throbbing tool touched my anxious quivering lips all feeling seemed to leave the rest of my body and find its way to my lips. I felt the hard throbbing head slide slowly across my lips and further back into my soft moist mouth.
A chill traveled the entire length of my body as the thick round cock pressed its way further into my mouth. My heart was beating with a fury that I never felt before. My body was quaking and shaking in a way that it had never done before.
I heard him grunt, and moan softly to himself as that big tool penetrated even further into my mouth and started down my throat.
I choked and gagged a little as his big hard cock pressed even further into the opening of my throat. My throat muscles tightened and contracted several times until tears came into my eyes and I could no longer stand the pleasure and pain of that sensation.
Slowly I slid my head up a little, just enough to let the big round head of that beautiful tool stay in my mouth. I ran my tongue round and round and back and forth over the throbbing expanding head until he raised his body up off the seat and once again thrust that big cock back into my throat, this time harder than before.
I gasped a little as the huge love muscle prodded against the hot tight muscles of my contracting throat.
His hard firm fingers were still pressing against the opening of my twitching quivering cunt. I could feel them as they slid in and out over the moist sensitive inner lips and all the way in to my watering clit.
I nearly jumped out of the seat and into the middle of the floor as his roaming fingers touched the secret spot. Huge shivers of pleasure went through me as he continued to press the sensitive area with great skill and ease.
I can't really describe all the thrills and pleasure I felt as he rubbed and teased all the sensitive spots he could find between my legs, and I think he found every one of them. No one has ever given me such a thrill since that night by sticking their fingers up my cunt. There just seemed to be something about the way he did it that was more than anyone else has ever been able to match in any way.
My lips still wrapped around his cock, I sucked and lapped and licked it in a feverish frenzy. Every stroke of his fingers against the flesh of my slippery cunt drove me to a more excited pace.
I rubbed the head of that big cock up and down both sides of my face and all around my mouth. I wanted to feel the heat of his cock all over my quivering throbbing body.
The strong masculine odor of his stiff love tool was all over my face now. I could taste it all around my mouth as I ran my tongue over my bps, while I rubbed his cock all over my face.
His other hand was now inside my dress groping and feeling for the soft firm mounds of flesh and the nipples that jutted out to catch the feeling of his sensitive fingers.
I raised my chest up slightly so that he could feel both of them as he slid his hands from one side of my vibrating body to the other.
I shivered and trembled more passionately now as both his hands busied themselves with the different parts of my obedient body.
The passion that followed was more than I had ever expected from anyone.
Suddenly in a heat of passion the likes of which I had never seen before, he lifted me up over his crotch, pulling up my dress in the same motion almost.
The next thing I knew, his round stiff cock was thrusting its way further and further into my slithery ... quivering ... cunt.
I let out a sharp cry and caught myself before I woke anyone around us.
Slowly his hard throbbing tool pressed past the opening of my hot quivering cunt and buried itself further and further in the innermost reaches of my womanness.
I bucked and kicked and thrashed my body about on top of him as we rode along and rocked and bounced to the motion of the speeding bus.
My pleasure and passion was raised higher and higher with every new movement of our two bodies. I pitched and thrashed myself wildly and furiously up and down, forcing his big cock further and then even further inside me until I could feel it throbbing and pounding so frantically that I thought it would nearly burst with pleasure.
I spread my legs wider and wider apart to let his cock slide as far into me as it could go.
Both our bodies were throbbing and quivering with the pleasure and excitement that was ours as we shared the pleasures of each others' bodies.
Suddenly I heard him gasping and half grunting half moaning as he rapidly approached his passionate climax. His cock seemed to grow larger and larger with each stabbing thrust.
Soon the passion he felt was transmitted to me and I felt my own love juices beginning to flow and press themselves outward to mix with his, in my slithery twitching cunt.
The pressure was building in both of us rapidly.
I gasped and grunted as softly as I could so as not to wake anyone that was asleep around us, as the pleasure mounted.
Suddenly the moment was upon us.
I gasped and sighed with shivers of pleasure, as his strong hot breath beat against the back of my neck.
Faster and faster our two bodies pounded as our love fluids ran together and mixed with each other.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head way back and touched his chin with my head as the passion and arousal subsided in us.
His hands still clasped each of the nipples of my soft firm tits tightly together as he panted and grunted a little under his breath from the excitement of the pleasure we had just experienced.
As he pulled his tool out of my slit, still throbbing and firm, the bus was pulling into another station and the lights went on.
He got off at that stop and I never saw him again, but I've often remembered the pleasure of that night, as short-lived as it was to us.
In a few moments, after several passengers got off, we were on our way again.
I settled back in my seat again sorely missing the man that was so recently sitting beside me.
Chapter Six
SUSPICION
Finally we arrived in Bennington. It was very late at night. I believe it was around eleven o'clock or twelve. Anxiously I stepped off the bus and made my way into the station. It was a very large station, I thought, much larger than any of the other ones the bus had pulled into on the way here.
"Here is a real city," I thought to myself as I walked down the aisles.
The station seemed to be full of people going everywhere. I don't think I had ever seen so many people in one place before. The looks on the faces of some of the people I saw frightened me a little. I thought about the fact that I was in a strange new town and didn't know my way around very well, so I should try not to look too suspicious.
The first thing I had to do, I decided, was to try and find a place to stay for the night. I had no idea where or how to go about looking, and wasn't sure I could trust anyone that I might ask. I was sure that I looked rather strange to most of them, so they would probably think that I was a runaway or something. Which I was.
Cautiously I looked around to see if there were any other young people like me out traveling alone. No chance, I was the only person in the entire station that was under twenty as far as I could tell.
I walked cautiously around in the station for a few moments, and soon found the front door. I rushed up to the door as, fast as I could without being noticed too much, and quickly walked through it. I stopped as soon as I got outside and glanced up and down the street in both directions to see which way was the best way to walk. I started walking down the main street in the direction of all the lights. I thought that the bright glistening area was the best bet as far as finding a place to stay. I passed several restaurants and clubs which were still open. A little further down the street I could make out the blinking lights of the marquees of two theatres. I hurried my pace a little bit as I thought that a theatre would be a good place to stay as it was too late to find any other kind of lodging. As I got closer I glanced up to see what was playing at both theatres. I was in luck-one of them had a sign that read open all night. The second I saw that I decided that that was where I would spend my first night in Bennington.
The price of admission was only eighty-five cents, and the movie seemed to be a good one. I got my ticket and walked into the theatre. I had to squint a little at first, and stood still at the head of the aisle until I could see in the dimmer light. I saw some vacant seats on the right side of the theatre right near the back. I moved over to them and sat down.
Everything seemed to be very quiet, as most of the audience seemed to be asleep.
I could hear the sound of a few people snoring and grunting in the echoing shadows around the auditorium.
I soon settled myself down and looked up at the screen and the movie. I wasn't sleepy at all as I had had a short nap on the bus, and the excitement I felt that night wouldn't let me sleep anyway.
As I sat there half watching the movie and half thinking and wondering what I was going to do the next day, about getting a place to stay, I didn't really spend too much time thinking about any of it, though as I was distracted by someone out of the corner of my eye.
At first I thought I had imagined what I saw, but I looked again. I looked a little more closely the second time and made sure that no one knew I was looking. I was not mistaken about what I saw-I was sure of it now. For there about three seats away from me on my left side, there was a guy playing with his cock.
He looked over at me several times, never saying anything, just looking over at me and squeezing his long hard cock with his big right hand.
I tried not to watch him as he played with that big stiff cock of his, but I took a look every chance I could get. I hadn't seen anything like that since I stopped sneaking into the storeroom behind the boy's shower room back at the orphanage.
I could feel myself growing more and more tense and excited as I kept glancing over at his hand on that big cock of his, slowly sliding up and down in what seemed to be a pleasurable rhythm.
I leaned to one side in my chair and fixed my head so that I could look right at him without his knowing it.
His hands, the first thing I noticed about him, were big, hard and very masculine. His long slender fingers seemed to wrap around that cock of his and cradle it with a firm but gentle stroke, muscle to muscle.
My own body continued to stiffen and grow tense with the excitement, as I watched him in his excitingly pleasurable play.
Soon most of the people sitting around us were gone. The rest of the people left in the theatre were spread out all over the place except for where we were.
Most of the remaining people were sitting closer to the screen and the section where we were was nearly deserted.
I don't quite know how it happened but somewhere during the course of my pleasurable watching I gave myself away.
He caught me with his eyes as he slid his big muscular fingers over the hard throbbing ripples of his big cock.
I tried turning my head away but it was already too late for that, too late to keep him from seeing me.
The next thing I knew he had moved over and was right next to me.
As he moved closer I could see that he was an extremely good looking man. He seemed to be somewhere around twenty-two or three.
I liked his face. It seemed to be so perfect and clear, but at the same time very masculine and strong looking.
I didn't know exactly how tall he was because he never stood up all the way and it was hard to tell from the way he was sitting.
At first I tried not to let him know that I was still watching him, but he continued to stroke his cock and slide his fingers up and down along the hard throbbing muscle that kept jumping up as he touched it.
Slowly he slid his other hand along the edge of his seat and over to mine and finally his fingers were touching my knee, he went no further than that at first.
I jumped a little, took a deep breath and swallowed, as the sensation from the touch of his fingers rose up my thigh and all the way to the hot twitching lips of my throbbing cunt.
I could already feel the warm moist liquid beginning to flow into my ... slit.
Next his whole hand slid up on my knee and rested there hot and moist from the excitement burning deep inside him.
The hot sensation from his hand on my knee, sent tremors of pleasure all through my throbbing body.
I moved my hand down to his leg, and lower yet, over the base of his big throbbing cock.
His pants were unsnapped and his belt was loose too. He had pulled them down all the way below his crotch, letting his big cock have total freedom from the material.
I let my hand slide down slowly into his crotch and even further down until all five of my fingers were right under his round firm balls. I slid my fingers, moist and warm, all over those two firm round objects. I groped and squeezed his balls hard and felt them expand and contract right there in my hand, as my fingers slid smoothly over the firm ridges of his crotch.
I heard him grunt with pleasure, as he spread his legs wider and wider apart so that I could take hold of both his balls at the same time.
I could feel his body quivering and vibrating as I slid my fingers along each muscular ripple of his moist crotch. I slid my hand over the opening at the head of his cock ... I could feel the moist sticky liquid that flowed out in his pleasurable excitement.
His fingers were now sliding up my thigh, closer and closer to my twitching throbbing cunt. I could feel each muscle as it expanded and contracted from the excitement he gave me.
He leaned over and our heads touched.
I could feel the moist warm sensation of his tongue and lips as they softly slid back and forth over my cheeks, and up and down my ears.
The heat from his strong masculine breath seemed to strike my every pore and penetrate to my very soul.
My head spun round and round from the sensation of this new and exciting feeling.
Both our passions were rising with leaps and bounds.
I could feel the tension in his hard muscular body grow even more rigid as the pleasure seemed to increase for both of us.
My legs were now spread wide apart, and his huge hot hand was thrust as far up between my legs as it could go. Each sensitive muscle in my cunt was now throbbing and pounding with the pleasure I was feeling.
I grunted and moaned in soft mellow tones as he continued to satisfy the yearnings of my throbbing twitching cunt.
Suddenly with a frantic passionate motion he rose up a little and knelt down in front of me and buried his hot trembling head beneath my dress and sunk his hot moist tongue deep inside my twitching slithery cunt.
The thrill of pleasure was almost too great to bear.
I wanted to cry ... scream ... and thrust myself as far into his mouth as I could, while his slippery wet lashing tongue slid back and forth, as far inside my quivering slit as it could go.
Both his hands were tightly clasped around the nipples of my soft smooth tits.
I whimpered and sighed with pleasure as his lips kept up the task of teasing and exciting every follicle of hair around my anxious twitching cunt.
His body was shaking more than ever now as he moaned and grunted with pleasure as the juices of my cunt slowly ran into his waiting mouth.
I spread my legs even wider apart and thrust myself forward as far as I could.
He pressed himself closer to me and lapped at the slit of my cunt more excitedly than before.
My body was bucking and thrashing madly as the sensation of pleasure seemed to increase with every second.
I was vibrating all over from the pleasure and passion of our exciting ritual.
The nipples of my tits burned with pleasure under the touch of his powerful caressing fingers. I wanted to cry out in a scream of the pleasure I felt at that moment. My entire body wanted to cry out. I clenched my hands together into a fist and beat down firmly on his shoulders, and then pressed his head closer ... and closer ... and even closer down over my throbbing, twitching cunt.
His moist tongue slid back and forth over my clit and sent jolts of pleasure surging upwards to all parts of my inflamed body.
The passion and fury in me was rising faster and faster. Soon I couldn't control it any longer and the inner pressure thrust itself outward and filled his open mouth with the burning pleasure that was for him and him alone.
I moaned and gasped and bucked my body back and forth as the pleasurable warm liquid flowed forth from my twitching cunt and into his slick trembling tongue, to be swallowed in his waiting mouth.
He stopped all his motion for a moment and thrust his tongue all the way as far as he could get it inside my cunt, and lapped and sucked all the cum he could find as it flowed from deep within me.
I slumped back on the seat a little as his tongue continued to seek out every last drop of cum and lap it up as it went along slipping and sliding in and out against every muscle and lips of my burning cunt.
It seemed to me that he drained me of every last drop of cum he could find in my cunt, and still he tried to find more for his tongue and lips to lap up.
He clutched me tightly to him pressing me close to his body as hard as he could.
The heat from his burning tongue and hot lips still excited me.
Slowly, and when he was sure he had drained me of every last drop of cum, he got up and sat back down beside me on his seat.
Neither one of us said anything for a while.
I was feeling a little tired now after the pleasurably exciting way we had just been getting acquainted. I laid my head down in the corner of the seat and closed my eyes. I tried to go to sleep but I guess I still wasn't tired enough for that. After trying for several minutes I realized I wasn't sleepy so I sat up to watch the picture.
After sitting there for a few more minutes he started talking to me.
I told him what my situation was and that I needed a place to stay too.
We talked a little longer, in low muffled tones, about where I was from and what I was doing where I was.
I didn't tell him where I was from at first-I tried to say as little as possible about that, but finally I saw no reason why I shouldn't tell him.
He told me some things about his life and that made me feel a little better about telling him about me.
When we finished talking about all this, he told me that I was welcome to stay with him and his cousin in their house if I wanted to.
Not thinking I could find a better deal anywhere I took him up on it.
We left the theatre a little after that and soon we were standing at the door of his house.
As we walked through the door he offered me a chair and started to introduce me to his cousin, then he remembered he hadn't introduced himself to me, so he did that first.
His name was Don and his friends name was Walter, but everyone called him Walt for short.
They both showed me around the house and told me that I could stay as long as I wanted to.
I thanked them and told them that I didn't know how long I wanted to stay, as I planned to get to New York eventually and didn't want to make too many promises or plans before I got there.
They both seemed to understand and didn't seem to mind too much.
The three of us got along quite well together.
I spent a lot of time doing things around the house, but I liked it-it was fun to feel needed and appreciated.
I was very happy there as long as I stayed.
One hot humid night at a time when all three of us had no money at all, a strange thing happened.
I had spent most of my day out trying to find a job doing something but as always I didn't find anything. I arrived back home feeling very tired and depressed. I laid down across the bed with a deep feeling of unhappiness pressing down on me. I guess I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing that I knew Walt was standing at the foot of the bed trying to wake me up.
I got up and sat on the side of the bed and asked him what was the matter.
He told me that there was a guy in the living room who wanted to fuck me and he could make it worth my while.
I didn't know what to say at first so I let him do the talking.
He said that the guy had stopped him on the street and had asked him if he could take him to a nice looking girl that he could fuck, and naturally he thought about me, since he and Don fucked me all the time.
After getting a look at the man and finding out that I would get fifteen dollars for my trouble, I said yes.
The man was as anxious as hell to fuck it seems. No sooner did we get into the bedroom than he had nearly all his clothes off and was starting to help me undress.
He was a rather handsome man. I guess he was around forty or forty-five but he didn't really look it. I thought he was the type of person that would make someone a good father.
He just looked the type.
I could picture him as a happy carefree man with three or four kids.
We were in bed together for about a half hour.
He was so horny that was all the time he needed to get his rocks off.
He laid down on the bed beside me after it was done and talked to me for a little while.
I learned that he was a married man and that he had three kids and one of them was about my age, he didn't know that though.
We both got up and got dressed a little while after that.
As we walked out of the bedroom he reached into his right rear pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took three crisp five dollar bills and put them in my hand.
I tucked it away inside my bra as he walked into the other room and to the front door.
He asked me if I wouldn't mind if he came around every once in a while.
I told him it was okay and we made plans to see each other the following week.
I was feeling a little happier, now. We were fifteen dollars richer and I had done it.
Walt looked up at me out of the chair he was sitting in and winked and said, "Good girl, Karen."
We took the money and went out and got food for the three of us to last the rest of the week.
I felt glad that I had finally found a way to make some money, and maybe now I could help Don and Walt buy some of the things we needed.
The man came back again and again and every time he came he left three crisp five dollar bills in my hands, as he walked out the door.
After a while there was another man coming around every week and soon there were three.
I was averaging forty-five dollars a week. That was more than Don and Walter made together, doing their various odd jobs.
When I had lived with them for almost a year, I thought it was high time for me to be getting on my way. I had managed to save enough money to get me started someplace else, and I was ready to go.
One morning after I had made up my mind that I was really going I told both of them.
They were both a little surprised and sad, I think, to see me go but after a few minutes they wished me good luck and told me to keep in touch with them, and I always have.
I left the week after that.
Still heading south I stopped into a few towns before I got here to New York but I didn't really get into much any place along the way that's worth talking about.
Oh, I had a few flings and made a little money but nothing to really get upset about.
Albany was nice but being a capitol city there really wasn't much in the way of fun to be had there.
I spent three months there and most of the time was spent with me in my hotel room reading or something. I could never really get used to the way the people were there.
None of the rest of the places I stopped off in were much to speak of either except for Boston. Boston was the place that brought me closer to New York. Yes, it was a great town. I stayed there for nearly six months and did very well for myself.
I learned a lot about people in Boston, things I'll never ever forget.
It was the biggest town I had stopped in since Albany and there was an altogether different attitude in the people that lived there than I had seen in anyone up to that time.
I met a lot of real nice guys there and had a lot of swell times too.
Chapter Seven
DESERTION
I, for some reason I've yet to explain to myself, found myself in the city of Boston one Christmas morning. I don't know really what came over me to make me come to a place like Boston that time of the year but still there I was.
I had just rented a room in one of the cheap mid-town hotels and was presently amusing myself by taking in a few of the sights along the streets.
It was a very cold day and there were hardly no people out on the street. Every once in a while I saw a person scurrying across a street or into a corridor and slam the door behind them.
I was beginning to feel quite lost and alone, as I continued my lone stroll down the almost deserted streets of Boston, when a man walked up to me and started a conversation.
I was happy and eager to talk to most anyone because I never liked the feeling of being alone.
He invited me to have a drink with him to warm up a bit and since a woman couldn't get into a bar unless they were escorted by a man, which is something I didn't know until then, I was glad to go with him.
We walked together a block or two down the street until we came upon a cozy little bar that looked like just the place to spend such a day as this was.
We went in and found seats in a cozy little corner and ordered our drinks.
We sat and talked for quite a long time. I had never seen the man before but he seemed to be quite interesting and held a nice conversation.
We talked a lot about everything and laughed and joked with one another all the while.
I think he was one of the most pleasant people I had met in quite a long time.
Soon other people started coming into the bar, and before long the place was reasonably crowded.
Russ, which was the name of my new found friend, knew a lot of the people that came in, and from time to time they would stop over and say hello to him and talk to us for a while.
I met all of the people in the place that he knew.
After the bar crowd left a few of Russ' friends stayed. One of them told us of a party that was being given that night. A Christmas party. "A party like you've never seen before," the man said as we accepted the invitation.
We had a few more drinks together and Russ and I left and made plans to meet later on that evening to go to the party together.
I left the bar with Russ and said goodbye to him outside and walked the few blocks back to my shabby hotel room.
I walked in and laid down on the bed filled with many thoughts about some of the things we had talked about earlier that day.
Thoughts of Andy kept running back and forth through my head as they always did. I wondered how he was, how he looked now and what he was doing.
I must have fallen asleep for a while for the next thing I knew it was time to start getting ready to meet Russ and go to the party.
I jumped into the shower and quickly soaked myself. I laid the things out that I had to choose from to wear and spent some time trying to decide what to put on for the occasion.
Finally I decided on a very simple red dress that I had had on only once before.
I got dressed hurriedly and made my way to the meeting place, which was the little bar where we had spent the balance of the afternoon together earlier that day.
Russ was there waiting for me as I was shown into the door and escorted over to a table, where he and another of his friends were.
I greeted them as I approached and sat down beside Russ. A drink was on its way and so I waited for it, and talked to both of them a little while waiting.
Several more friends joined Russ as we sat there and talked and drank our Christmas cheer.
Finally it was time to leave for the party.
I had had quite a few drinks by then and was feeling quite nice.
The party was in one of the beautiful old buildings in old Cambridge. There must have been at least fifteen or twenty people there when we got there and they seemed to be already having a ball.
The five of us walked right in and joined them.
There were a few people on the floor dancing and the rest were scattered around the room in various states of undress.
We took our drinks and sat down in a semi-circle around a huge fireplace that seemed to heat the whole place.
The house was very cozy, it was all decorated for Christmas and smelled sweetly of pine and burning wood.
I fell in love with the feelings that old house gave me as we sat there and laughed and joked with each other.
A few more people came in from time to time, and after a while some of them started leaving for the night.
Finally there were about ten of us left, about four girls and around six boys.
We were all sitting fairly close together as we had kind of gotten to know each other a little better since the party was so nice and open.
Richard, the host of the party, was a very nice person. He was one of those people that always made a party more fun just because he was there.
I liked him very much. I thought he reminded me of someone I had known or at least seen before. I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye and trying to remember where I had seen him before but I arrived at nothing.
At one point that evening, Richard left the room for a few seconds and came back with a long pipe and a plastic green bag full of some kind of tobacco. I know better now, but then I had no idea what the stuff was.
He took some of it and put it in the pipe and lit it and passed it to the rest of us sitting around in a semi-circle.
The pipe came to me and I took it to my mouth and took a good healthy draw on it. It was a little strong but I wasn't about to cough and let anyone know that I had never tried the stuff before.
I held my breath as long as I could as I had seen the rest of the people do.
When I thought I had held it long enough I exhaled and let the smoke flow slowly out the corners of my mouth. I had a few more sips on my drink and sat back to see what else was to happen.
When the pipe had been passed around to everyone about three or four times, things seemed to change.
Suddenly everyone was sprawling out all over the floor with each other.
Russ and I were sitting there talking, and the next thing I knew I was lying on the floor with my clothes off and I could feel hot roaming fingers and lips all over my body.
I was also beginning to feel the effects of the pipe and I just laid there and enjoyed the pleasure I felt as they amused themselves with my body.
There were fingers ... hands ... and tongues going in and out of my cunt and ass.
The pleasure was nearly all I could stand without crying out sometimes but I laid there and delivered my body to whoever took it.
Sounds of heavy breathing and passionate grunting began to fill the room and float about, bouncing around on everything in the room.
Suddenly the pleasure and passion of the moment caught me and the next thing I knew I was grunting and whining and thrashing my body about all over the floor.
Russ was on top of me stripped naked. His hands were on my throbbing tits and his stiff cock was making its way down between my trembling thighs.
I spread my legs apart and raised them a little and shoved my cunt up to meet the thrust of his driving cock.
The head of his cock was pressing its way into the tight slippery slit of my cunt.
I could feel the muscles in the lips of my slithery slit as they moved apart to let his big hot tool slide into me.
His body was shaking and quivering in great spasms as his cock slid further and further into that slithery slit between my legs.
I grunted and moaned and bucked my body with all my mite as the thrill of having his cock in me became greater and greater.
Richard was standing over my head playing with that big cock of his and waving it back and forth across my face.
He had a nice looking cock, I can't really explain it but when I looked at it, it looked pretty to me. I wanted to take it and kiss it all over.
I continued to look up at him as he played with his big hard cock.
Finally I reached up with my free hand and pulled his cock down to my moist warm lips. I thrust it as far into my mouth as I could, and then I closed my hot lips around it and sucked it as hard and as frantically as I could. As I slid my moist tongue up and down along the hard rippled muscle, I could feel the big round head as it contracted and expanded in the back of my mouth.
Russ had raised up now and was eating the cunt of one of the other girls as he fucked me, and one of the other guys was busy sucking the nipples of both of my tits as fast as he could.
I bucked and bounced and tossed my body up and down and from side to side as the sensation of being fucked and having my tits sucked, and sucking a big hard cock shot through me all at the same time.
I kicked and bucked and wiggled my body in the motion that Russ was making as he shoved his hard hot cock deeper and deeper down into my hot throbbing cunt. I moaned and screamed from the pleasure and passion I felt as all these things were going on at the same time.
I watched some of the other nude people for a while. This gave me an added excitement as I had never seen anyone else fuck besides the person that was fucking me.
As I slid Richard's hard cock back into my mouth I slid my tongue slowly across the head of it.
Richard was down on his knees now right over my head, and he was pounding his crotch up and down to thrust his big cock into my mouth and down my throat as fast as possible.
I glanced around at the two other couples as often as I could get a chance to.
The entire little party was frantically thrashing and tossing all over the floor.
The sounds of heavy breathing rose up from all parts of the room, the sharp slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in with the sounds of breathing and filled me with excitement.
I could feel the passionate pressures rising and throbbing deep within me, and could hear the sounds of the grunts and moans of everyone else as I lay there on the floor and let the pleasure I felt flow through all of my entire body.
Suddenly the passion and pressure that was building up in my body could be contained no more. All at once I felt the thrust of my cum as it pressed against the constant jabbing of Russ' hard pounding cock.
I glanced up once and watched as his hot tongue slid in and out of the slit of the girl that stood over me with her hot slithery cunt in his face.
She was moaning and grunting now as I had never heard another woman do. Her entire body was shaking and quivering from the excitement of having her cunt sucked and lapped at by such a capable man.
I stretched my legs higher in the air, and bucked my body harder and harder against the big stiff cock that kept pressing its way down deeper and deeper into my hot throbbing cunt.
Suddenly the room was filled with such sounds of grunting and moaning as were never heard before.
It seemed as though everyone was ready to come at the same time.
The louder the moans and deep heavy sighs became, the wilder the passion and pleasure rose as the entire sex feast drew rapidly to a close.
Loud screams and moans could still be heard as the passion and pleasure reached its final peak.
I felt the pressure in my throbbing cunt grow so great that it forced its way out of the inner self deep inside me and flowed fast and freely all out of my cunt hole.
Russ was coming at the same time, and I could hear all of his grunts and heavy breathing as he sucked all the cum out of the cunt of the girl who was standing in front of him.
She moaned and panted and sighed deep sighs of pleasure as his hot slippery tongue and out from between her trembling quivering legs.
She threw her head back at one point and that was the last I saw as Richard was coming too and he reached down and grabbed my bobbing head and pulled it up and shoved his cock into my mouth as far and as straight as any cock has ever been shoved into my mouth.
I gagged a little at first as that huge cock of his penetrated the tight sensitive muscles of my waiting anxious throat.
Suddenly his white hot come shot into my throat like molten lava that had been kept under tremendous pressure for a long time. The thrust of his come as it shot out of the opening of his cock and struck the back of my throat sent shivers of pleasure up and down and through every part of my body.
Everyone was coming now, I could tell by the way the moans and sighs came in such short jerky sounds.
Russ and Richard were still grunting and sighing above me and I could hear the sound of the rest of them as well.
The thought of these things as our frenzy and lust subsided filled me with a new pleasure. All our bodies continued to twitch and jerk from the pleasure we had all just experienced.
All of us lay there on the floor still panting and throbbing a little from all the excitement that we were now only thinking about.
My slithery cunt still twitched and throbbed, filled still with that big throbbing tool of Russ'. Richard's cock was still in my mouth and I was still sucking it a little bit. I could still taste a little cum around the head of it and I wasn't going to stop until I had gotten all of his cum.
Finally after we had all exhausted our lustful desires as much as we could we lay on our backs on the floor and all stared up at the ceiling, panting and grunting of our own little private pleasures and excitements.
This scene was completed several times that night before anyone left and became more exciting each time.
Finally at almost daybreak the first two people of our select little sex group got dressed and went home.
The rest of us stayed and slept on the floor with each other all of us lying very close together in a cozy naked bunch.
I returned to this place many, many times during my stay in Boston and I always enjoyed every minute of it.
I have missed them often since I've left there.
Chapter Eight
LUST
Here I am in New York. My first day here and I'm lying in bed with a man in a sleazy hotel, all for fifteen dollars. And I thought I had learned so much. It seems to me that this is the way all of this started in the beginning, but here I go again.
No longer could I hear the cry of the lone drunk. No longer could I feel the throbbing burning passion to move my body in wild frantic motions.
I was hot and sticky and needed the money I was getting for this fuck to try and find some place to live while I was here.
I didn't know how long I was going to stay here in New York nor even if I would stay at all.
I had only been here for a few hours and I knew nothing of the potentials the city would endow me with at that moment.
Our two bodies continued to slide and rub against each other with some hot burning passion as the man on top of me approached his climax.
Suddenly here it came.
He moaned loud and long and grunted and sighed all at the same time as I felt his hot come sliding over the lips of my cunt and warming all the quivering twitching flesh of my cunt as it flowed over it.
He grunted and coughed loudly and frantically as though he was trying to catch his breath.
I could still feel come shooting forth from the head of his not throbbing cock, as I bucked my cunt up closer to him.
His hard passionate thrusts grew softer and softer until finally they stopped altogether.
He raised himself up and rolled off me, and lay grunting and panting in a pool of sweat on the narrow bed right next to me.
I lay there on the bed beside him and felt the sensations traveling throughout my body as the muscle contractions slowed down and my body began to relax a little.
My heart was pounding madly from the excitement of our past act but somehow during it my mind kept wondering off some place.
After some few moments spent lying there together saying nothing, I rose up off the bed and sat with my legs hanging over the side of the little iron frame bed.
I reached over to the chair where my clothes were and began to separate them to put back on.
He too rose up in a few moments and started getting dressed.
I smiled as I glanced over at him and winked my eye.
He smiled and winked back and reached down for his socks and started slipping them onto his feet.
Soon we were both completely dressed and standing at the door getting ready to leave.
He dug down into his pocket and came out with three five dollar bills and handed them to me.
"How much like the first time this is," I thought to myself as I took the money and stuck it down inside my bra.
He smiled at me and gave me a slight caress as we stepped out the door of the tiny little room, and back into the corridors of the hotel itself.
Soon we were out on the street and going our own direction.
I had approximately fifty dollars in my pocket now and I had to find a place to stay.
I headed toward an area of town that I had been told had some of the cheapest apartments, but it seems that as soon as I got there all of the really nice places had gone up.
I paid for a week's lodging at a local hotel near the area I really wanted to live until I was able to find an apartment for myself.
I spent the first few days of my stay walking back and forth through the city, trying to find out where things were.
I finally found a real great place to stay and put a deposit down on it and promised to pay the rest of the balance when I moved in which was to be in two weeks.
I met a few fellows and made the money to rent the place and when the time came for the rent to be paid I had it all.
I started liking the city then. I began to go places and have fun with other people in a way that I had never done before.
I had a nice place to invite people to and I could afford a thing or two. I had several regular fellows that kept me busy as well as the extras that you could find nearly every day just walking down the street, begging for some nice woman to come along and soothe them in their time of misery.
But it seemed to me that no matter how well I did or how much fun I had there was always a thought in my head for Andy.
I still thought about him very much. I still loved him very much and wanted to see him all the time.
Sometimes when I would lay in bed and try to sleep, his face would haunt me.
I would think I could hear him calling to me. I would try to answer him, but nothing ever seemed to get through.
Sometimes I would ask myself why don't I write him or try calling him. I have always known where he was but I've constantly put off calling him because I felt I wouldn't be able to face him if he saw me the way I was then and knew what kind of life I had been living for the past few years.
But somehow I never seemed to do anything about deciding on what to do at a given time about seeing him or even getting in touch with him.
One night a good friend of mine called me and asked if I would mind doing him a favor.
He said that he had a friend who was visiting him and wanted to meet a nice young woman while he was here visiting and that it would be worth two hundred dollars to this friend of his.
I thought about it for a moment and immediately said yes. I was never one to turn down a substantial sum of money.
The date was arranged and I said goodbye to my friend.
In the meantime I had other things to do and I couldn't just stop and think about that two hundred.
I couldn't even be sure that the person coming would even find me attractive.
I thought it best to accept it as part of the passing scene and let it go at that. I hadn't, after all, become so well fixed that I could really afford to sit back and wait for only the big fish.
The business at hand was a party that I had to go to and be on my best behavior because it was to be a very special type of party.
It was a very special party I was told by the person that had invited me and my services. From what I understood the party was to consist of a very small group of people and a few girls.
I got myself ready and got on my way to the party.
I had several thoughts and feelings about that party before I got there. I was sure that I wasn't going to like it and my only thought in going was because of the money that I might make.
I arrived at the address right on time. There were only a few people there when I got there but the entire group seemed to get there just a little after I arrived.
We had a few drinks and talked to each other for a little while and, oddly enough, I ended up having fun with them ... enjoying the whole group of them as people very much. I hadn't really expected to.
I guess we all knew what the situation was and it wasn't long before we were all in the bedroom.
Without ceremony, the men sat down on the bed and started getting undressed
The women did the same thing and then stood up and came right over to the men and started playing with their cocks as they sat down on the bed.
I could see the cocks of each man in the place getting stiff and straight as the women rubbed and petted their cocks.
Without any hesitation from that point a few of them pulled each of the cocks that they had in their hands right out in the open and wrapped their hands around the base of each cock and fell to their knees and pulled them right into their hot mouths.
I was busy at the same thing with the cock I had in my hand but I took enough time to look around and see what was happening and how good looking the rest of the cocks were. Then I wrapped my hand a little tighter around the base of the huge cock I had in my hand and thrust my lips around that hard shaft of flesh and took it all the way into my mouth.
We were all completely nude and all of those stiff cocks were standing at attention straight out from each crotch.
Now the men took a turn at pleasing the woman.
Jim was the name of my partner, he was really a good partner. He took hold of me at the waist and buried his head deep into the inner reaches of my cunt. He began to run his tongue round and round the hot sensitive rim of cunt lips.
My cunt throbbed and quivered as I looked down at his cock and watched his lips sliding back and forth over my slithery quivering cunt.
The pleasure of his hot, throbbing lips made me throw my head back and moan with delight.
The whole situation was almost too much to endure.
He slid his lips up and down the bottom side of my cunt and took the skin around the lips into his mouth, licking and sucking it until it tingled with ecstasy and excitement.
His hard, strong hands slid up my body to the firm mounds of flesh that throbbed and grew more firm with his every touch.
He pulled and teased the sensitive nipples as his busy tongue sucked and licked at my cunt and asshole.
I reached down to his hard hairy, muscular chest and began to pull and tease the sensitive hair on his chest while his lips and tongue worked away at my cunt.
My body twitched and quaked as he squeezed the tips of my sensitive nipples, nipples that grew stiff and firm in his hands.
His tongue slid up and down over my inner thigh and along the cheeks of my ass as he slid his head through my legs and licked the place between my cunt and my asshole.
Flames of passion rose from his hot lips as they moved over the sensitive muscles of my hot smooth soft ass.
His tongue lingered around the hole for a moment and moved over the flesh that separated my cunt opening from the opening of my ass.
I leaned myself way back to get the full feeling of his motions.
I could see two more couples out of the corner of my eye as he kept sucking and lapping at my cunt.
The sight of two other people together excited me and I watched long and intensely as they moved and shivered there on the bed in front of me.
The guy I was watching was thrusting his hot wet tongue deep into the girl's cunt and she bucked her body and kicked her legs as his lips slid up and down her thighs and in and out of her hot, contracting pussy hole.
I shivered when I thought of that hot tongue probing deep down into that hot mound of fur.
I heard the moans she made as his hot tongue slid over her waiting sensitive clit.
She jumped and bucked with pleasure as her tight hot thighs felt the touch of that sensitive, hot mouth.
He slowly slid up her body until his cock was just touching the hair of her throbbing cunt.
He pressed his mouth hard against her lips and I could see her throat moving to receive his long, hot, wet tongue.
She moaned as the pressure of his lips on her mouth grew stronger and stronger with every passionate advance.
I watched as he let his body slide down again until his face was right on her hairy, anxious snatch.
His hands took hold of her and pulled her body to him. His long, heavily moist tongue shot out and disappeared between her legs.
He raised her up to his head and slid his head down to her ass and his tongue shot out again and lapped right at the little hole in her ass. I saw her shiver and quake as he pressed his tongue then deep up her asshole.
He fucked her in the ass with his tongue until she was screaming with excited pleasure.
Little beads of sweat popped out on her forehead and rolled down the side of her face and fell onto the bed, sinking into the sheets.
Both of their bodies were soaked with sweat as they slid and rolled with each other in their orgy of gratification and delight.
The lust in me had built itself up to a fever pitch as I watched the two of them in their enjoyment of each other.
And Rich had, by this time, pulled me to the bed and I was lying beneath him with his hard cock rubbing against the outer lips of the furry slit that I kept thrashing and thrusting to his crotch with all my physical power.
He rolled his body around and slid it up and down over the ripples of my soft, smooth belly.
He slid his head down to my crotch and began to eat my cunt again as I lay there with my legs spread wide apart.
My cunt felt heavily moist as he slid his hot lips over the outer lips of my contracting orifice.
His body began to tremble and buck from the touch of his hot lips upon my hot, sensitive flesh.
The sound of heavy breathing and panting pervaded the room as we enjoyed the pleasures and delights of our mutual frenzy.
He slid his tongue along my inner thigh. He sighed and panted a bit from the excitement of the heat and the sensation of my hot snatch against his mouth.
I bucked and thrust my hot, cunt upward to his mouth, and his waiting, lashing tongue and screamed and yelled for joy as he slid his lips down to my ass and then back to the rising mound of fur that started at the base of my hot twitching cunt.
My womanly aroma that came from my cunt seemed to send sparks flying to his head and he acted as though the top of his head would blow off each time he breathed in the smell from my fragrant, juicy cunt.
He raised up his head just in time to see me slide my hand across the bed and feel the hair on the chest of the guy that was fucking the girl lying on the bed beside us.
We moved closer to them so that their body heat fell upon us with a deadening force of lust and pleasure.
My heart throbbed harder and harder as I felt the touch of the other man's hot flesh on my own. His legs sliding up and down mine as he fucked the other girl hard and strong.
Rich slid himself up on top of me and started pumping himself up and down on my flat smooth belly.
I thrust my cunt up his waiting cock.
This time he took the prize.
He thrust his big cock long and hard and deep into my throbbing bucking cunt.
I screamed and gasped for breath as the pressure of his thrust sank deeply into my inner body.
I jerked my head and thrust my body forward as my hips lunged upward taking and engulfing his heavy, throbbing pole of pulsating flesh.
He pulled his cock out slowly and thrust forward again and again.
He thrust and jammed and rammed in a mad fury of lust and pleasure.
I could feel every passionate sensation as his huge hard cock slid over the muscles and lips of my hot, throbbing, ready cunt.
Our two bodies were as one as we lay there beside the other couple on the bed.
The constant heat from their bodies was burning into my passionate soul and I wanted to come.
I felt the forces within me starting to push ... thrust and force their way out.
I stiffened my body.
My heart beat even and I tightened and released my muscles as I bucked and retreated my hot, cunt up and down around his huge rock-hard cock.
Suddenly there it was flowing from me like a geyser.
I moaned and screamed with pleasure and pain as I felt the head of his cock expand and contract deep inside me, with its every thrust forward, into my hot, moist, waiting cavern of pleasure and joy.
He was coming too.
He shot his load as I shrieked my passion as both of our love liquids met in my cunt. They joined together and began to flow in profusion over the lips of my cunt and onto the huge pair of cock and balls which he still thrust lustfully in and out of my cream-filled cunt.
We lay there wallowing in the pleasures of our dual orgasm as our hot muscular organs trembled and shook from the delights we were experiencing.
We raised up at the final contracting spasms of our lust and watched the other two thrashing madly about in their passionate, violent release.
The guy's hard cock was pounding hard and deep and strong into the girl's cunt as she screamed out her pleasure and he grunted in the final throes of orgasm.
Afterward we all rested awhile. But then the four of us joined in together and sucked and fucked the rest of the night.
The next day we got up around ten or eleven o'clock and all of us went our separate ways as the fun of the night was over and we all had to go on to other things.
Chapter Nine
DREAMS
I returned home that morning feeling rather euphoric and happy about the way things had gone the night before. I had gone there with all sorts of drawbacks but much to my pleasant surprise everything worked out quite nicely.
I had forgotten all about the appointment I had made with that friend of mine and his friend, until he called me to remind me of the phone call of the night before.
I told him it was still all right and they could come over anytime after ten o'clock that evening.
I went about my regular business of living up to about seven o'clock, then I laid down to take a nap so that I would be ready when the two of them got there that night.
I took my shoes off and laid down on the bed to try and get a little rest.
I fell asleep almost at once for some reason, I guess I was a little tired.
I didn't get very much rest though because I had a series of bad dreams.
The first dream I had was of the orphanage, some of the people that worked there that I liked and some of the ones I didn't like.
At first the dreams weren't so bad, they simply referred to things I had seen while I was there or to things I had done that weren't so very important.
But suddenly the face of the janitor appeared before me and wouldn't go away.
I seemed to be struggling trying to get away but I didn't seem to be able to get away from him.
Then suddenly Andy appeared on the scene and drove off the face of the janitor but then he himself looked at me with a strange mean harsh look, a look I can't say that I've ever seen on his face. But there it was as clear as day before me.
Finally the alarm clock went off and I was saved from those creatures of my sleep.
I tried to figure it out a little more as I took my shower but I still couldn't make any sense out of it.
Soon it was nearly time for my guests to come and I was all ready and waiting for them.
Soon I heard the doorbell ring and I knew it was them.
I made the necessary last minute preparations and then went to the door to let them in.
A jolt of surprise went through me as I let them in the door.
I was struck dumb with surprise and was unable to say anything for a few seconds, and when I did say something I could only say hello and silly things like that that don't really mean anything.
I took them into the living room and fixed each of them a drink.
The next thing said was said by my friend Stanley as he proceeded to introduce the two of us.
"Kay, this is Blake. Blake this is Kay," was all he said.
I looked at the man that Stanley was introducing to me as hard and as long as I dared to without making him feel uncomfortable or self-conscious.
I looked him up and down and was reasonably sure that he was Andy.
But then I asked myself why if he recognized me why didn't he say something to me.
I thought to myself, "Oh yes, probably waiting until we are alone before he reveals himself to me!"
I accepted that excuse and went on with the entertaining feeling, sure that this would happen when we got in the bed.
I was sure he was Andy, I'd know him anywhere. I know everything about that face of his. I know what every expression means, I kept thinking to myself.
We had a few more drinks and with that Stanley got up and said good bye to both of us and left on the pretense of having a business appointment, but we both knew that he was just making a convenient excuse to get out of the house.
Finally he was gone and the two of us were alone.
I asked him questions about his past, trying to see if he would say anything that would lead me to believe that he knew who I was. But no matter what I asked him he never let on at all that he knew me before that day.
I realized, that it really was him, but he didn't know me because I had changed so much from that starry eyed little girl I was when he knew me in the orphanage.
Slowly he moved himself closer to me and reached out for my hand to take hold of it.
"Let's not spend all of our time talking about my dull past," he said to me as he slid in even a little closer to me.
"What could we do that we would both enjoy and not have to talk so much about," he asked me, looking right into my eyes, as he said it.
He took hold of my hand and right at that moment I knew it was him. There was no longer any doubt in my mind that he was Andy, no matter what he called himself.
He pressed himself closer and closer to me until those beautifully masculine kissable sweet lips were nearly pressing against mine.
My heart skipped several beats as we sat there and looked each other in the face after such a long, long time.
I was so happy and elated to see him I had forgotten all about not wanting to see him until I could face him on his level.
I was just happy to see his face.
He moved a little closer to me and stretched his strong right arm around my shoulder and pulled me a little closer to him.
It felt so good to have his arms around me that I didn't resist him at all, I never did, even when I should have.
He pressed his cheek closer and closer to mine and that familiar smell that belonged to him alone, and I knew so well fell across my nostrils.
My heart was pounding madly as I felt the touch of his cheek against mine. I was ready to do anything he'd ask me to do the same way I always would have.
Suddenly both his hands were around me and then before I knew it, we were locked in a mad passionate embrace.
Tears came into my eyes as I thought of how much I had always loved him and still did. I wanted to stay that way for the rest of our entire lives.
Slowly and tenderly he placed his warm moist lips on mine and slowly slipped his tongue through his lips and against mine.
I slipped my lips apart just enough to allow his tongue to slide through and touch the tip of my tongue.
Shivers of pleasure jolted through me as his slick wet tongue slid over the sensitive flesh of my anxious quivering lips.
I pressed my lips firmly against his lips and felt my entire body trembling from my head to my toes.
He slowly slid his hand across the front of my dress and let it rest firmly on my tits. He rubbed and squeezed them through the material of the dress at first, and then he removed the dress from the area of concern and placed his firm masculine fingers right down firmly on the soft pink mounds of flesh that always responded to him anywhere.
He caressed each soft pink mound with great care and tenderness.
My whole body was tingling, and beaming with pleasure as he continued to thrill and please me the way he was.
I wanted to scream out his name and feel his huge hard throbbing cock penetrating all the way inside me.
We were both very excited by now that our breathing was heavy and raspy.
I thought I would explode if he ran his tongue across my anxious trembling lips again.
He laid me down on the couch and pressed his strong firm masculine body on top of me.
I sighed, squeaked, and grunted with pleasure.
"Let's get on the bed," he said, letting his hot slick tongue slide up and down against the tip of my burning ear.
We both got up and I led him to the bedroom. We were nearly half dressed when we got into the bedroom.
We flung ourselves down on the bed and took up right where we had left off.
We were both nude now, and rubbing and sliding across each other, as he laid on top of me and rolled back and forth and slid his cock up and down, against the soft velvety skin of my thighs.
His cock was pressing down against the lips of my waiting anxious cunt.
Slowly he crawled upward on top of me until his cock was thrusting its way right up the inner muscular walls of that slithery twitching cavern.
I could feel the head of it sliding in, and I could feel the muscles down between my legs stretching to let his huge hard throbbing cock in.
Slowly, he began to slip his long hard tool right down.
I moaned and screamed and sighed as he pounded away inside my twitching cunt with his firm hard tool.
I threw my legs in the air and bucked my crotch up to him so that all of that big cock of his would be sure to thrust itself deep down into my cunt.
Andy moaned and sighed deeply as the lips of my cunt closed gently around that throbbing cock.
Gently he slid his hard masculine fingers up, up along the smooth velvety ripples of my stomach.
Shivers of pleasure filled me as I felt those warm fleshy hands slipping slowly over the naked flesh of my sensitive belly.
His cock was pounding away deep down inside my cunt.
I could feel every penetration as though I had never felt a good sweet cock before in my life.
My heart was still beating faster and faster because of the excitement I still felt from just being with him for the first time in such a long time.
He pressed his head against mine in a way that his mouth was pressing against my ear lobe, and his tongue was sliding back and forth along the outer flesh of my ear.
Chills of pleasure and joy filled my body as his hot tongue made the trip from the bottom of my ear to the top again.
He was grunting and moaning too as he thrust his huge, hard, cock back and forth in and out of my cunt.
Both of us were quivering and trembling all over.
Sweat was dripping from both of us. It fell from him onto me and mixed with mine and fell from me onto the sheet on the bed.
Slowly Andy slid his cock out of my cunt and slid his body down across my belly and down to where his mouth was directly over my slithery cunt.
Slowly he lowered his lips down onto the lips of my cunt.
Shivers of pleasure went through me as I felt the heat from his heavy panting as he moved his lips closer and closer to my furry mound.
Anxiously I bucked my cunt closer to his lips, arching my back high off the bed to feel the touch of his warm moist firm lips against the sensitive flesh of my hairy cunt.
The lustful passion was building up inside me and nearing the point of overflowing as his hot wandering tongue slid from one end of my cunt to the other.
He ran his tongue along the patch of furry hair that starts at the base of my cunt and goes all the way to my ass.
Thunderous thrills filled my body as his tongue lashed the creases of my tender smooth crotch.
His lips seemed to burn my flesh with pleasure as they slid along behind his lashing slashing tongue.
His big hard hands were wrapped around the nipples of both my tits.
I wanted to yell and scream from the frenzied thrills I felt as he rubbed and teased those sensitive mounds of firm pink flesh.
I dug my fingers into the small of his back and slowly pulled them forward, feeling the muscles of his back flex and grow more firm by the second as my fingers slid along the ripples of his hard thick back.
Andy slid his body up over me again until the head of his huge cock was pressing down upon my throbbing cunt lips.
His mouth was sucking and lapping the nipples of my firm throbbing tits as he thrust his hard throbbing tool into my gaping slit.
My pussy tingled and burned with pleasure and pain from the friction of his cock as it slid back and forth over my sensitive cunt lips.
Lust and frenzy were at their peak as he began to moan and grunt in deep raspy tones as he was approaching his climax.
I grunted and squealed with pleasure as his warm wet lips squeezed the nipples of my twitching tits.
I felt as if I would explode if I had to withstand just one more thrill as strong and as moving as that.
My entire body was covered with sweat from the pleasure we were sharing together.
Suddenly it came to both of us.
We rolled and tossed on the bed from the pleasure of our two spirits as they came together in oneness.
Our come filled up my cunt and covered his stiff cock and balls, then ran down the apex of my cunt and on to the sheet of the bed.
Both our bodies quivered and shook until the last thrill was released from our lustful passionate bodies.
We remained on the bed for quite some time grunting and panting, trying to catch our breath.
Our hearts were beating so fast I could feel the bed shake in rhythm to equal the pounding.
We were still sopping wet from sweat and the heat that filled the room from our extreme physical activities seemed to add to the heat that we already felt.
After our first rest period we filled ourselves with pleasure again and again that night.
The next morning Andy woke and left and never once did he indicate that he knew me.
I continued to try and give him hints and ask questions that morning before he left but still nothing seemed to ring a bell with him.
Later on that day I called Stanley and asked him if he had said anything that might indicate that he thought he knew me but Stanley said no right down the line.
I thought about that situation for a long time the next two or three days but could still not come up with any kind of conclusion after all that thought.
I tried to put the thought out of my mind, and go on about my business after that but it didn't work.
Every time I started to get the thoughts out of my mind another thing would occur to me that I never thought I had thought of before and there I'd go again.
I saw him several times more after the first time and never once did he do or say anything to me that could indicate even the slightest that he had any idea who I was.
Gradually I was able to put the feelings and thoughts out of my mind for a short time but never for too long at any one time.
I still saw my regular fellows as I had no reason to stop that and I still needed the money.
I could expect Andy to be in town about twice a month. I became so good in figuring it out I could sometimes tell the exact day he would arrive.
One thing I could never understand was why he always paid me more than anyone else and why he always came back to me when he was in town and never seemed to be interested in going anywhere else.
Stanley said he never asked about any other girls, and Stanley knew them all, if you know what I mean.
I decided I'd never be satisfied until I learned or found out what was going on with him.
I asked Stanley to do a little detecting for me and I decided I would snoop a little as well. I did nothing in his regards but check out every piece of information I could dig up either from him or from Stanley whenever he had anything to tell me.
Then there came the month that he didn't show up at all.
I was completely heartbroken. I was sure he had remembered who I was and had decided to just go away without saying anything to me about it.
I moped around for weeks not wanting to do much of anything but brood about the only love I ever had and lost twice.
Chapter Ten
SORROW
I really felt sorry for myself then, I think. I nearly gave up completely for a few weeks.
I couldn't sleep or eat or anything.
I found no pleasure in doing anything.
The coming of my regular steady clients was the only thing that I still did anything about. I would always be ready when they came there.
I took most of the money and put it in the bank. As a matter of fact I put all the money in the bank that I didn't need for food and expenses.
When he didn't show up anytime during the second month I knew he was really gone for good and I knew I had to get out of that place where I was living so that I could get him out of my mind again.
I managed to find another apartment not too far away from where the other one was and I moved almost as soon as I found it.
I thought that if I found more fellows to be involved with I'd be a little less apt to think about him so much.
I went out and found two or three new men every night.
I tried never to go home alone, or to stay at home too long once I was awake if I was by myself
I had to keep going this way or I would have gone out of my head half the time.
For days and days I roamed the streets just thinking about Andy and where he could be now.
I kept checking with Stanley, but he told me nothing.
I don't know if he knew anything or not but if he did he certainly kept it hidden.
I was running out of things to do and out of places to move and I still hadn't heard anything about him.
I moved back to my original address as the apartment was vacant again and I thought he might happen to drop by unexpectedly sometime and I wanted to be there when he did.
I spent a lot more time at home and read a lot more than I ever had done before except when I was in school.
I made a regular visit to the library every three days to pick up a new supply of books.
I read all sorts of things, anything from fiction to philosophy.
I really do like to read so I was really enjoying myself as much as I could if Andy had never showed up again.
I still took care of my regular customers and the new ones that dropped in from time to time.
I was still waiting for Andy though all the while I kept this thing going. But I would have stopped it all the very minute he came to me and said he still loved me.
My days were filled with dull drab lonely hours and my nights were not much better.
Outside of the regular fellows that I fucked with all the time, there just didn't seem to be too many new faces on the streets any more.
It was now the middle of September and the summer was gradually coming to an end and I was becoming more and more bored and lonesome than ever before.
I was out on my own now and had been for quite a few years and that kind of loneliness is ten thousand times worse than any other kind I can think of.
During the beginning of October things started to pick up a little.
I met a few handsome things, but they were all short lived. It looked like I'd have to wait for Andy after all.
Somewhere late in November just a little before Thanksgiving I think.
Things had been very slow for me all of my old regulars were slacking off as they were going on vacations to the Islands and places like that.
I wasn't really doing too much at all except for tourist trade and they don't want to pay enough for a decent meal let alone a decent fuck.
I went out quite often now. I was tired of staying home all the time and I needed the exercise anyway.
I don't think it's good for me to sit around too long no matter what the problem is. I've always told myself that there's not too many men anywhere in the world that are worth anyone sitting still for.
I would get out of the house every day and go wandering down to some friend's house and spend most of my time.
I had a group of friends that lived further down in the village than I did and I was down that way almost every day.
I liked them because they were good people.
They always had a thing or two to say and they knew how to have a good time.
A lot of heads hung out there but I could always get into some groovy scenes there.
There was always some guy looking for a quick turn-on and I could take care of a dozen of them at once.
The place was always nice.
There could be ten people in the bedroom fucking but everything was always right. There was never a bunch of guys or chicks out to fuck up your groove.
Everybody did their own thing and left it that way.
The chicks I knew there were Reba, Dolly and Jan.
I know that there were nearly six more people than that. I always saw five times that amount there and I know that some of the rest of them lived there.
The whole bunch of us would have some wild sex scenes down there when everything was right.
The last time that that happened there must have been at least twenty people in on it and they all were cool.
The first time I came here I didn't know what to think. I was brought there by a cat who had heard that there was a party going on there. I think he lived with one of the chicks for a while until it got to thick for the two of them and they had to thin out.
My first time there was really beautiful.
There was a party going on and the place was full.
There were people smoking joints and doing all sorts of things I had never seen go on in a crowd of people as big as that.
Didn't take me long to get use to it though.
After the first five or ten minutes after I got there I didn't feel a thing.
I think I must have fucked with about six guys that night.
Everyone was on something I found out later.
Myself and the guy I was with was on grass.
There were a lot of other people on stronger stuff than that.
The minute we walked in someone shoves a popper up our noses and we were off to the bedroom and that's where we stayed for the next three hours.
There must have been at least twenty people in there at the same time.
I thought it was nice and exiting. I like that sort of thing anyway.
John the guy that I came with must have fucked at least six times that night.
Once we got our clothes off we didn't want to put them back on again.
He shoved that big cock of his all the way in my cunt every time I said let's do it. He was ready for something.
I watched him fuck three other chicks and still fuck me right after that.
I watched him every time he fucked another chick.
He likes that. It gives him more excitement and the chicks dig it too.
The first one was a girl just passed her teens.
She was a good looking chick.
When she laid down on that couch and raised her legs up that was all she needed.
He shoved his big round cock in her and she couldn't stand the thrill.
She screamed and moaned for nearly an hour and still begged for more of that big thick cock of his.
He really did give her a good fuck.
When they finished she could hardly get up, but soon she moved on to the next guy and was spreading her legs again.
I saw her fucking at least four other guys after that night.
She was really a hot-cunted whore, all of the guys that fucked her, had cocks at least the size of a baseball bat. And she took each one of them, screaming and bucking all the way.
Again and again I watched her squirm and wiggle as those huge stiff rods were shoved to her.
Her yells and screams of utter pleasure and delight told me that she was loving every minute of it.
Her hairy pussy bucked up and down, as it twitched and slid over the firm muscular poles that prodded in and out of her quivering slit.
I felt my own passion rising higher and higher, as I watched them lapping the cum from the hot lips of her cunt.
She grunted and moaned with pleasure, as she squirmed and shivered beneath them in their turn as they teased and tantalize every part of her hot quivering body.
The pleasure she felt was expressed in every motion and position of her writhing, twisting flesh.
"Oh baby lick the hell out of my cunt" she cried.
"Don't stop. I don't ever want you to stop, oh, I can't stand it" she cried as she beat against their hard thick backs with her tightly clenched fist.
I found the popper in my nose again and took a few more sniffs on it and went back into my own enchantment.
A very muscular and attractive man was standing over me rubbing his big cock against my soft smooth back.
I felt chills shoot through me as it slid across the smooth flesh of my shoulder blades.
I stood up slowly letting his cock slide slowly down to the cheeks of my ass.
As he continued to rub against me I could feel it getting larger and larger.
He rubbed it between my hot legs and against my trembling thighs.
I turned to face him and pressed my tits into his hard hairy chest. My nipples tingled as they both slid across the stiff stubble that stuck out over his hard firm muscles.
He put both his arms around me and pulled me up to him until both our bellies touched and rubbed together from side to side.
I shook with shivers of ecstasy as the tingle of his warm hard flesh pressed firmly against me. My heart was beating wildly, and I panted and gasped a little. My head was spinning round and round and I couldn't see anything but his outline in the shadows of my vision.
He pressed the little white tube up to my nose again and I became frantic with lust and passion.
Our bodies were slipping and sliding against each other with lustful fury. We jerked and twitched and panted wildly as the excitement surged up and up into our heads.
Suddenly I found my hand reaching down, and taking hold of his hard throbbing cock, and shoving it into the slit of my hot twitching cunt.
He began to slide it back and forth in a short jerky motion.
Our two bodies swayed and rocked together as we stood there in the middle of the floor.
Other people would stop and feel my tits and rub their hands over the hair around my hot twitching cunt, and watch us as we wiggled and tossed on the floor.
The entire room was full of hot sweaty naked bodies, giving both of us added pleasure as the hot odor of their passions mixed with that of our own steaming lust.
I felt a sudden shivering excited sensation shoot through me, as the fingers of a firm masculine hand was sliding slowly across my back and around the sides of my breast to my throbbing tits.
He squeezed my tits till I was in a frenzy.
"Oh, stop," I screamed. "I can't stand it."
"Oh don't stop. It feels too good."
"Oh, God, I can't take much more of this, it feels too good."
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I screamed as the pleasure and passion rose up higher and higher in my hot throbbing body.
My legs were spread wide apart and my ass was bucking back and forth furiously.
I felt the hands of the man behind me sliding slowly down my sides, stopping at my waist.
He grasped both cheeks of my ass in his firm hands and spread them wide apart, then slowly he pulled them masterfully back until they touched his firm moist trembling lips.
I could feel a burning sensation as his hot tongue pressed in on the tight opening. I spread my legs wider and wider as his tongue pressed further and further up my twitching ... bucking ... churning ass.
As I felt his hot slick tongue slipping and sliding slowly in and out over the tight tense muscles of my ass and back and forth between my throbbing cheeks, I couldn't control myself.
"Lick my ass, lick it good baby. Shove your tongue all the way up there."
"Oh, God, don't stop. Shove your whole mouth up there. I love, I love it."
The lust and passion was rising higher and higher in me I wanted to scream with pleasure.
I was being fucked by a big cock and sucked by a strong hard man at the same time. I could hardly stand it.
Suddenly the guy that was fucking me began to moan and grunt in short jerky spasms.
"Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he said.
"Shove it in baby, shove it in me all the way," I said.
I felt hard hands take hold of my tits and squeeze them.
My cunt was burning from the pleasure of that big cock that was so violently pounding in and out of my hot twitching hole.
"Fuck me, fuck," I said as the tempo increased.
"I want you to drive that big tool all the way in me."
"Fuck me hard, real hard. Give me all your cock," I begged.
My yells and screams seemed to rouse new, more excited reactions from him and rekindled the old ones.
His entire body seemed to be excited to new lust and passion.
His hard pounding cock thrust its way further and further into my anxious twitching cunt.
I felt it throbbing harder and harder, as it spat out the first gusts of come.
Like a gusher of pleasure, his hot burning love juice shot forth deep inside me.
His whole body trembled and quivered in frenzied pleasure.
His moans and grunts excited me, and I began to pant ... twist my body ... and toss my head about in a frenzied excited pleasure.
He took hold of the lower part of the cheeks of my ass, and pulled my cunt right up against his hairy crotch.
He kept right on pounding that big cock of his inside my twitching pussy.
I screamed with pleasure, as he lowered his head slightly and took the nipple of one of my tits in his mouth, and firmly, but gently teased it with his front teeth.
He bent me back slightly and leaned into me with a great thrust of his giant tool.
I wiggled ... bucked ... and nearly fell over backwards from the sudden thrust of his hard hairy body against me.
The passion within me was rising higher and higher.
I could feel the anxious quivering lips pressing and passing in and out of my ass.
"How much more of this pleasure could I stand?" I asked myself?
My cunt was burning from the thrust of this big cock dripping with slick juicy come.
My ass was quivering ... and tingling in excited pleasure that hot tongue gave me as it slid in and out of my quivering ass.
"Oh stop," I said. "I can't take much more, I'm going to come right now."
"Oh God I can't stand it."
"Oh God."
"Lick my ass, fuck me."
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
Yells ... screams ... grunts ... and moans pervaded the room.
The sounds of sucking and fucking grew louder amid the screams and cries of pleasure ... pain ... and lust.
Heat was rising from my body. Sweat was beading out all over me in tiny drops. It rolled down and off me and dropped on the floor.
I felt a tingling, burning sensation as it ran down my belly and on down to the slit of my cunt.
The tingling and burning grew greater as it fell on the big cock that was pounding inside me and was mixed with the slick warm come that had so recently shot into me.
All three of us were now writhing, moaning and sighing. Our bodies were all covered with sweat. It was trickling down all of us.
Our flesh slid and rubbed jerkily against each other.
I could feel it trickling down my back all the way down to the cheeks of my trembling ass.
I felt the mouth and cheeks that were pressed against my ass growing more moist and slick as the sweat from my back continued to fall on him.
His whole body seemed to shake as each drop of sweat hit him.
The sensation of the feeling of hot salty sweat falling on him seemed to fill him with an ever greater pleasure.
He was now frenzied with excitement and lust.
He thrust his whole head further in between the widely spread cheeks of my quivering ass.
He slipped his head nearly all the way under me, and sucked the furry flesh between my ass and my twitching cunt.
I lowered myself slightly and moved back over his head so that I could feel his lips teasing the fine hairy flesh.
"Oh yes ... yes," I cried. Tears coming into my eyes from the pleasure I felt.
"Eat me baby, slide your tongue all over me."
"I love it."
"I love your hot lapping sliding tongue on me."
"Oh, don't ever stop, it feels so goddamn good. Don't ever stop. Please don't stop."
I moaned and quivered with excitement, and grunted with pleasure, feeling my entire body tremble and vibrate as the hands ... lips ... and cock gave me unbearable pleasure.
"I can't take much more of this, I'll go insane," I told myself as the passion and frenzy increased.
"Fuck me harder," I yelled. "Do anything you want to me."
"Shove that long hard cock in me, keep it pounding. Oh, it feels so good.
"Oh, God I can't stand it," I thought to myself.
There were four guys with me now fucking ... sucking ... lapping ... lapping ... and rubbing and feeling all over me.
I leaned my head back and bucked my cunt out to the big hard cock that was pounding into the jaws of my pussy.
My pussy and ass both were throbbing and quivering with excited pleasure.
I moaned and yelled as the pleasure nearly drove me wild.
I kicked and bucked and thrashed from side to side in a wild frenzy of pleasure ... lust ... and passion.
The popper was passed before my nose again and my pleasure and lust became more intense and frantic.
The passion that possessed me burned with intensity. I flung my head back and forth and swayed under the over-powering pressure that made me thrust myself about in this fashion.
My heart pounded faster and faster. The constant pounding sound rang in my ears, and I nearly exploded from the pleasure and ecstasy I felt.
I moaned and cried in a weak voice full of excitement and passion.
My hands groped wildly about the forms and bodies around me until I took hold of a firm cock in each hand. I pulled and jerked on both of them in excited pleasure.
I was now lying down on the floor and all four of the guys were all around me wrapped tightly like a cloak.
I tugged and pulled the biggest cock (it must have been twelve inches long) into my mouth, and I closed my lips around it.
With this it was immediately thrust down my throat.
I choked and coughed as it penetrated the sensitive opening at the base of my tongue.
My head bounced madly up and down against the floor from the pressure of the firm manly thrusts of that huge throbbing tool.
My pussy was twitching with excitement, and full of hot thick come.
I felt the passion of climax rising violently higher and higher inside me every second.
My body was wet with sweat and saliva, and tingled with a cold wet thrilling feeling.
I shivered and quaked from the excitement of the many tongues that roamed the length of my hot quivering flesh.
With the passing of each hot tongue over the ripples of my sensitive body, I moaned and bucked, and thrust myself as hard as I could upward to meet the downward thrust of the two cocks that were pounding into me.
Suddenly there it was, I was coming all over the place. It flowed up and out of my cunt, down between my thighs and onto the floor.
The guy that was fucking me came too, for the second time. He grunted and moaned and pressed his cock into my pussy with all his might as his love juice shot forth.
The huge cock that was pounding in my mouth throbbed and jerked and shot its heavy load deep inside my throat.
I could feel it burning as it shot from the head of his big tool and flowed deep inside me.
My body ached and throbbed with pleasure as we lay there intertwined and squirming on the floor still caught in the passions of this exciting pleasure.
I swallowed all the come and licked the big cock clean and dry before I let it slide slowly out of my mouth.
I lay there on the floor for some time, panting and listening to the sounds the others made as they continued in the sex rituals of the night.
Chapter Eleven
GAIETY
I had taken to spending quite a lot of time at Al's place lately.
He had become a very good friend of mine and I had began to confide in him, all the time, perhaps more than I should have.
My visits there sometimes extended far beyond an evening's visit-into three or four day stays. Depending on how I felt and what was going on at the time.
We've really shared some great times there at his place.
Al usually kept several girls at his house now all the time.
They were all usually very young and very pretty.
I suppose I stayed there so much now because of them. They reminded me of myself when I was their age. I guess I acted somewhat like a house mother to them whenever there was some kind of problem to be taken care of. And I was the one they all usually confided in.
There was usually a very happy cheerful atmosphere about the place. Everyone was occupied with their own things, and there was no basic friction.
The men that each girl brought there were always very well mannered and of decent vintage, and their connection with each other was always strictly business. That's the only way Al would have it.
Al was the kingpin of the harem. What he did and said was usually always accepted with no questions or kickbacks.
Jenny was his own special favorite, and everyone knew it. No one there ever gave her any trouble at all. She did more or less what she wanted, and what she pleased, nothing when she felt like doing nothing.
She always brought the highest price and had the largest number of suitors. Her appointment book was always filled with special notes and dates, both of which she would keep or ignore according to the way she felt when the time came up.
I've seen her turn down the same guy five different times in a row. But the guy always left without fucking anyone else and always came back for Jenny, again and again.
I asked her one day why she did that, and she said, "I don't want him to think I do it because I like it. You know, that stupid bastard is filthy rich and still can't get a hard on, unless you suck his cock for at least two hours, before he fucks you. Then even sometimes it goes soft once he's got it shoved in you. Goddamn, what a waste."
"Al's never like that," she continued. "Once he's hard he stays hard for the whole program. That's my kind of man."
It was clear to me, and always had been, that Jenny really loved Al and did what she did because he wanted her to.
She knew he fucked other women, but that didn't seem to bother her very much on the surface. In fact whenever Al gave one of his big lavish parties, it was always Jenny who got Al and some other chick to start the orgy.
When they did start, she would lean back in a corner and watch the whole thing for a while and not move a muscle.
I remember once, at one of these real big orgies, Jenny and all the rest of us were naked and just walking around feeling and sucking and squeezing a little bit until she felt it was time for her to get the whole thing started.
She walked up behind Al, who was standing against a wall kissing and feeling the tits of one of the girls who had come to the party.
Jenny walked up to him and began pressing her tits against his firm back and to play with his big cock between his legs until it stuck straight out and pressed against the thigh of the girl in front of him.
She teased the back of his neck with her burning tongue and slid her cunt up and down against his hairy legs.
Al got so excited from this that he could hardly keep still. He shook and quivered and make quick jerking motions in reaction to her pleasant teasing.
The girl in front of him began to slowly slide her cunt in line with his cock as it jutted out from his hairy crotch, and began to move slowly back and forth, letting it slip into her slit a little at a time, until finally it was all the way in.
The pleasure seemed to shoot all through Al's body.
He stiffened up and grunted and groaned in excitement and frenzy. Took hold of the girl's tits and squeezed and teased as fast and as hard as he could.
The girl screamed and fought and twisted with pleasure, and Al held on and squeezed harder and harder.
Finally they were both on the floor.
Al was on top of her pounding savagely into her twitching cunt, as she screamed and grunted and bucked.
Nothing could have pulled him off of her now, his body seemed to be glued to hers and they bucked and tossed and thrashed furiously up and down on the floor.
I could hear Jenny saying in a low voice, almost to herself as the passion and frenzy rose in them, "Fuck the hell out of the bitch. Fuck her real good. Let her know that there's a man on top of her."
Al must have heard it for he seemed more excited than ever then. He twisted ... turned ... and jammed that big throbbing tool of his into that twitching cunt again and again to her continual moans and cries of pleasure and delight.
"Squeeze her tits. Hard baby, hard. Make her nipples burn-let her feel your power-let her know who's boss," she continued as Al thrust himself harder and harder into the bucking twitching crotch of the thrashing female.
The more they fucked and bucked and thrashed about on the floor the louder Jenny's voice became, until others were joining in the watching the twisting couple. Soon there were groups bucking and twitching and thrashing all over the floor.
I stayed in the shadows and just watched, as I sometimes get great pleasure from just watching.
Finally everyone but Jenny and myself were all rolling and twisting and thrashing on the floor, and the next thing I knew I was the only one there still standing and watching.
Jenny had flung herself down on the head of one of the biggest cocks in the place and was riding up and down on it like a real pro.
Then she grabbed the first cock she could get hold of and shoved it down her pretty pink throat until the guy on the other end of it grunted and groaned with pleasure. Her tongue lapped and slid back and forth over and around that big throbbing cock until it got so big it looked as though it would burst from the stiffness.
I heard the guy cry out several times, "Goddamn, you sure know how to suck a cock, baby."
Suddenly his look changed ... his breathing grew hard and heavy ... his body grew tense and rigid. The expression of pleasure on his face told me his moment of extreme pleasure was near.
Jenny shoved her head as far forward as she could closing her mouth more tightly around the big cock, and thrusting it down her throat as far as she could.
The guy bucked and jumped and tossed himself back and forth nearly shoving her off the cock she had shoved up her hot twitching cunt. His cum shot from the head of his cock-making it jerk and jump in violent spasms as she continued to move her head back and forth around it.
Lustfully and frantically Jenny took hold of every cock in front of her. Always keeping Al's huge masculine form in her view, as she teased and tantalized the cocks she took hold of.
I felt great pleasure just watching her.
She moved from one to the other with such lust and excitement.
It seemed as though she had to do it.
Still all the while she continued to glance over in the direction of Al and watch what he was doing. This seemed to keep her excited and ready for everything.
One Sunday afternoon, Al brought home a girl named Margaret-call name, Meg. She was pretty, looked physically older than she was and seemed like a nice kid.
The other girls at this house were all polite and nice to her. That is all except Jenny.
Jenny was too polite, to the point of being over polite.
We all went swimming, all but Jenny, who wouldn't put on her suit.
Later I asked her what was the matter and was surprised when she said verbatim, "I wouldn't give that little bitch the satisfaction."
When I asked her what "satisfaction," I quote her again.
"You know. You saw her shaking those tits of hers in Al's face. Well, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing I don't have any to speak of."
The next Saturday night Al took Meg out somewhere.
Jenny woke up the house trying to drag him out of bed early on Sunday morning to go riding in Central Park.
I was just coming down the steps for breakfast when I heard her shout, "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm tired," he said.
"What from, screwing all night?" she cried.
"Oh, stop," Al said.
"Hey, what's all the racket about?" I called.
Jenny rushed out angrily and went riding alone.
Pretty soon Al came out and joined me at breakfast.
"You hear what she said, Karen?"
"I couldn't miss."
"Anything you want to say about it?"
"I guess not, except, be careful. Don't get the kid in trouble."
"I'm careful. Meg and I don't screw like Jenny said."
"No?"
"We make love together."
"There is a difference."
"It's like music, Karen. Does that sound silly?"
"No."
"We didn't mean to, Karen. It just sort of happened."
"I know. Take care of her, Al."
"I will."
It began to get harder and harder to get away from there now with this, the first real riff going on.
I was beginning to find the whole situation a bit on the boring side, and longed for the peace and seclusion of my own little habitat, more and more.
Jenny began to confide in me more and more, while Meg kept discussing the situation with me in the hope that I would shed some light on it that would give her something to go on.
Finally I reached the point where I couldn't stand it anymore.
I left the house without anyone knowing it and stole away back to my own neglected haven.
At first it felt strange, being back among my own familiar surrounding again, but soon I was quite happy there again.
I forgot about the tight situation at Al's nearly altogether.
Oh, it crossed my mind every once in a while but not enough to be bothered about.
I got back into the routine of being alone again and I liked it.
I walked the streets at night alone and came home alone. I felt no desire for sex or love-making all of a sudden, or anything that took too much out of me. I felt I had been on a marathon of lust and sex for as long as I could remember.
Now I mused myself in watching others as they played their little games of love-making, as I took my walks at night through the streets of the city.
This big sprawling active city has really taken a lot of my life and time and now it's giving me some of it back.
I sighed softly to myself sometimes as I see scenes on the street that make me recall my own earlier days here.
The young attractive girls standing in the doorway crying over a lost lover. The lover staggering home from his local pub, pissy drunk, stewed to the gills for want of nothing better do with himself.
All the little quarrels and spats of the young couples just starting out for who knows where, against all odds and doubts in creation.
I felt warm tears trickling down my face as I thought of myself and the funny way life had passed me by, or at least the way I thought it had passed me by.
I suddenly became aware that I was looking at myself in the reflections of all the store front windows as I slowly strolled by them.
I saw a still young attractive woman, nice to look at and pleasing to see.
I had changed so much though in the past few years, that I felt nearly as though I was sixty.
Each night when I returned to my place I sat and thought of some of the happier times of my life, and wondered why it all didn't go some other way for me.
I felt full of life and tired, oh, so tired, of the games and sly little tricks that we all play on each other and ourselves too. So I'd pour myself a Scotch and sip it slowly until I got sleepy and went to bed.
I had often thought of having a child, of being a mother and raising that child to have all the advantages I never had when I was coming up, but that thought never stays with me very long. I soon realized that I'm only feeling sorry for myself. Something that I nor people like me can never afford to feel, but the feeling is a good one when it comes over me.
One weekend when I had been in seclusion for over a month, I decided to have one of those parties. You know the kind I mean-Hollywood Parties-the kind where the men start off taking pictures and most of the women get together and discuss the size of all the cocks in the room and practically the twain never meet until very late in the evening.
I had been to a few in my time but I had never given one. Talking house-talk with women who wanted to impress me or agents' wives who wanted to sell me something, but of course restrain themselves at a party, at least at the beginning, bores and irritates me to tears.
People who go to parties given by prominent whores seldom have fun. Nor do they go for fun.
I have never had many friends. Real friends, who like you for yourself, are scarce anywhere especially at the top, in fact, they are practically non-existent.
I had a hand full of people I liked-Barbara, Hal Byrnes, Tom Crown. But they were not party friends. I had invited them but they didn't come.
Al was a good friend of mine too and he was there. I was glad to see his smiling face again when he walked in the door.
This type of party bored most of my other friends because none of them were on the make.
Once I had Terry's friendship as well as his body but we had written everything off when he married Bianca.
He came to the party, although uninvited-he crashed with Sharon Barnaby, who did have an invitation.
There was food, Champagne, Scotch and laughter, but the party just didn't go very well.
Terry and Sharon came late. I was having a glass of Champagne with Al when they came in.
Al looked startled, as if he had been slugged, then dropped his glass and rushed off from me, in the direction of Meg.
I thought he was upset at seeing Terry, the guy that had had Meg before he got her. It was not that, as I found out, when I caught up with him.
"I didn't invite him Al," I said.
"It's not him, Karen. It's Sharon." She's the little bitch that I can't tell Meg about. The only one that wasn't a one night stand besides Jenny.
"I think we'll have to leave Karen, will you try to understand and excuse me."
He got his coat and took Meg's hand and took her out by the side door.
I looked into the large living room and saw Sharon easing herself into a top-bracket group.
"What a little bitch," Terry said. He had appeared unnoticed beside me.
"Coming with her was the only way I could figure to crash your party.
"She wouldn't have wanted to be seen with me dead if I hadn't told her Al was going to be here. By the way where did they disappear to?"
"Why did you do that Terry?"
"I wanted to see Meg-a fact I neglected to mention to Sharon when I came here with her. Why did Al run out? Did he figure out what I had planned?"
"Yes."
"He's jealous?"
"No."
"Why don't you ask me why I wanted to see her? Are you sore with me, Karen, for coming here?"
"No."
"I've missed her, Karen, not just the bed bit. I've missed her."
"I wanted to ask her if she was disappointed in me, Karen."
"She didn't think I'd ever ask her to peddle it, Karen, did she?"
"No."
"It wasn't really for the money, Karen, you know."
"I know."
"I wish we could be friends again."
"Just friends?"
"Do you think she would be interested."
"I couldn't say. She seems to be happy now. I don't think she was when she was with you."
"I think you'd better get back over to Sharon. I think she's about to become bored, and she'll soon be preparing to come looking for you."
Hearing footsteps in the back hall, I turned. Al and Meg were coming back in the door from the street.
I had never seen him look so strong, so confident, so full of power, so sure of himself.
"When you fall off a horse, you've got to climb back on again or you're dead," he said. "Terry, who is that slutty-looking limey you came in with? I'd like to buy her a drink!" he said.
Bravo, I thought. Bravo!
During the time all of this was going on, another uninvited guest was coming in the door. I paid no attention at first. My mind was still on the situation that had just ended.
Finally, when I realized there wouldn't be any more problems with Al and Terry, I glanced around the room once more.
At first I paid no particular notice of all the faces that my eyes fell on as they scanned the dimness. There seemed to be the same uninteresting profiles that I had looked at so many times before that night. I turned and was just about to finish having that glass of Champagne with Al when it hit me for the first time. There was someone new in the room-a familiar face I hadn't seen in a long, long time.
I wasn't sure at first so I took another look, trying not to give away what I was doing.
There he was sitting in a corner alone and silent.
At first I wanted to run over and hug and kiss him. I wanted to take him in my arms and hug him forever. I wanted to take hold of that big cock of his, between his legs, and never let go. I wanted to yell and scream and cry, and ask him where the hell he'd been. But after the initial excitement was over, I thought I should be a little more casual about it.
Al and I finished our Champagne and talked a bit-then the three of us left each other.
He and Meg sat on the couch with two other people and began to start up a conversation, leaving me free to move about the room as I pleased.
I didn't go directly over to him. I had become a little less than anxious to do that by now. All sorts of things went rushing through my mind. Where had he been for the past two years? What was he doing here? How did he find out about this party of mine?
All these things were going through my mind as I moved around the room, talking to people as I passed them like the perfect host that I hadn't felt like all night.
I glanced off in his direction often, but I didn't seem to get much response from him when I did. I couldn't really tell if he was watching me or not.
Finally, I was only three people from him and he suddenly looked up and saw me.
"Hi, Karen, I guess you're surprised to see me here aren't you."
"Yes I am, but I'm still glad to see you. Where the hell have you been the last two years?"
"That's a very long and unhappy story, but I want to tell you all about it as soon as I can talk to you."
"O.K., why don't you stay after the rest of the guests leave and we can have all the time in the world to talk.
"Al, look who I found sitting way over in the corner." I said as the two of us walked over to the couch to where Al and Meg were seated.
Al introduced her and we all sat down and talked.
We said good night to the last guests around three thirty.
Al and Meg were the last ones to leave.
We had one final glass of Champagne with them before they left.
When Andy took my hand and walked with me back to the couch it was like awaking from a bad dream.
I began to shake violently and cried a little.
"Take it easy Karen. The last ghost has been laid. No pun intended!"
"I'm all right now. I just needed some time to get used to the fact that you're standing here in this room with me. You don't know how long I've thought of how it would be, and it's so different than what I thought. I don't know whether to laugh or cry, and I'm not sure I could do either."
I didn't do either.
Andy took me in his powerful arms, before I had much of a chance to think about it anymore, and squeezed me with all his might.
I sighed a deep breath of pleasure as I felt our bodies draw closer and closer together. My mind went off on a wild fantasy. Nothing else mattered at that moment but the fact that he was there with me and we were locked in such a beautiful embrace. Oh, how I hoped it would last forever just like that.
After a long time, he slowly let go of me and took both my hands in his and we sank down onto the couch.
We talked for what seemed like hours.
He told all about his ex-wife and how he had gotten a divorce from her about six months ago, and all the trouble she had caused him in the process. He told me of his life with her and how miserable it made him feel to be with her.
"I never thought I'd ever see you again the day you ran away from the orphanage," he said. "So I thought it could probably work, as long as there was no chance of ever seeing or hearing from you. I was never really happy with her at all, but she could be nice when she really tried to be.
"At least at first. For the first few months we were together, it was almost beautiful. We spent a lot of time traveling. We visited all sorts of places that sounded interesting, we loved it. It seemed as though we were really happy for a while, but far too soon it came to an end."
I listened intently, and looked him up and down all the while he spoke to me. I couldn't take my eyes off him at all it seemed.
I didn't really want to hear what he was saying because I was sure that he was sincere, and I'd probably not be able to really understand all of what he was saying right away.
No, my mind had already solved the problem as far as I thought it could ever be solved. I thought that the whole thing was my own doing to a point and I wanted to forget it and just go on from there.
I felt grateful that now it seemed that I would finally have the chance to have the one, the only thing I really ever wanted.
Andy and I must have talked all night long.
He explained his past marriage, and all his personal problems about it down to the last detail. He told me how much he loved me, and asked nothing of me, but to understand him.
I did understand him and wanted to tell him so, but his conversation was so honest and open I couldn't bring myself to stop him.
Yes, I was enjoying the fact that he was paying attention to me again. I felt so good to have a man show interest in me for something other than my hot throbbing cunt.
You know, I never realized that he really loved me until that night on the couch.
As he was confessing all these things to me, things he really didn't have to tell me at all, I felt a sudden warm, sweet clutching feeling for him. A feeling that I had never before felt for him or anyone else. It was a rather frightening and insecure feeling, but I felt tamely secure about the whole thing.
And he went on talking to me and expressing his feelings as he was to me, in such a sincere way, I felt the trace of tears moving slowly down my face. Soon my eyes were both full of water, and I could no longer see, except through a glimmering haze of tears.
He looked over at me, and saw that I was crying.
I hadn't intended for him to see it, but as he had already there was nothing I could do about it.
He squeezed my hands more tightly, and pulled me even closer to him.
"I'm sorry Karen, I hadn't meant to make you cry, and feel this way. You see it's been a long time since I've really been honest with anyone. Yes, I've even lied to you. The first time I met you, here in New York, I acted as though I didn't know or remember you. I had to see you, I could never had told you I was married when I saw you then."
"Don't talk anymore, Andy," I said. "Just hold me close and I'll be all right."
He took me in his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on my mouth, and held it for a long time.
Oh, how often before this I had longed to feel the touch of those lips, I thought to myself, as they pressed so firmly against mine.
Slowly his tongue slid from between his lips, and pressed gently against mine.
I responded almost instantaneously, my lips parted slowly and felt the shivering pangs of excitement take hold of me as his warm moist fleshy tongue slid into my mouth.
Shivers of pleasure shot through me. My entire body responded to the touch of his tongue as it slid through my open lips and into the cavity of my waiting mouth.
He shoved it all the way in as far as it could go.
I felt it all the way back at the roof of my throat. I held my breath as long as I could, and twisted and jerked from the pleasure I felt. I began to gasp and choke from the lack of air. I couldn't hold my breath any longer.
He raised up for a moment, and I gasped a sigh of air and calmed down a little.
"It's been a long time," I said as soon as I could catch my breath.
"Too long. Oh, too damn long," he repeated over and over as his firm muscular hands grasped at the buttons of my dress.
Loosening the buttons easily he soon had one of his hands clasped around one of my tits, already firm and waiting.
The sensation I felt as his firm hand slid up and cupped the firm mound of flesh, made me moan with pleasure.
I leaned slowly backwards until he was leaning over me, looking into my eyes.
His breathing was hard and heavier than before. The look on his face was a familiar, and welcomed expression of his pleasure and excitement.
I found myself filled with thoughts of our very first time. He had leaned over and looked down at me in just the same way he was doing right now.
I trembled as I recalled that first night and all that it had meant to me then. It had meant more than I really knew then. Its meaning is felt right this minute, many, many years later. Now I really know what that feeling was I had when he looked at me in that basement that night.
As our bodies touched through the material of our clothing, I felt sparks of energy flowing in all directions, from his body to mine.
For the first time, in a long time, I felt the desire to really give myself to someone. Not really just someone, but to Andy. He was the only one I felt that with. He was the only one I wanted to really let myself go with and do whatever he wanted me to do. I wouldn't care what it was he asked. I would do it anyway.
The desire was becoming so strong in me, I could hardly contain myself. Many times I thought of crying out to him. "Oh, take me, take me please. I've waited so long."
I didn't really realize what I was saying at first. I thought it was still just a thought until I heard my own voice crying out with these words. Anxiety and passion had weighed so heavily upon me I didn't know what I was doing. My heart was pounding faster and faster, sending shivers through the dark of my mental vision.
His hot breath fell upon my neck and shoulders in great puffs.
The moist heat from his breathing made me tremble and shake beneath his huge overwhelming body.
He pressed me further down onto the couch and laid his hardness, the hardness of his clothed body down on top of me. He pressed firmly down upon me and covered me with a feeling of passion and lust.
I felt his stiff round cock throbbing and jerking, as it pressed against the material of his pants.
My pussy was twitching and quivering in anxious desire and anticipation of the pleasure of his hard cock.
I rubbed my fingers up and down along the rippled muscles of his clothed back and thrilled at the hardness and tension of his hard male flesh.
My dress was now completely unbuttoned and his hands were clutching both my tits tightly and squeezing them, filling both of my firm pink nipples with sensitivity and excitement.
I moaned and grunted from the pleasure I felt. I bucked and jumped and moved my body frantically as the pleasure of his fingers gripped me and filled me with pleasure and passion that I can't explain.
I spread my legs wide apart and pressed my cunt hard up against the stiff throbbing bulge in his pants.
Maddening desire seemed to grip both of us almost at the same instant.
Quickly, I skinned out of my dress and slip, and stood before him naked, completely nude.
His eyes seemed to follow every line of my body, from my head right down to my toes. He stopped when he got to my cunt and looked more excitedly, then he pulled me up to him where he sat on the bed and buried his face in the slit between my hot thighs. He sucked and lapped and panted as he never had before.
I was clawing and bucking and grunting in mad frenzy as his hot wet tongue rubbed back and forth against the hot sensitive flesh of my cunt. I looked down at his head pressing in and out between my legs. Chills of pleasure went through me at the sight of his head moving slowly back and forth, in and out of my cunt.
He stopped for a moment and moved back a little ways from me. His eyes continued to move up and down my body as I stood before him.
It seemed as though he had never really seen me before though he had looked at me many times naked.
Feeling his eyes upon me made me even more excited, as I stood there and watched him finish removing his clothes.
He moved in quick anxious jerks, as the excitement seemed to get the better of him. His body was shaking violently as he slid his pants down to the floor and let them lie there as he stepped out of the legs as they piled up on the floor around his feet.
I was shaking and breathing with passion. I swallowed nervously, my throat was dry and raspy from the thought of the pleasure and contact of our union.
He pulled off his shirt and undershirt. The hair on his chest rippled as he pulled it off over his head.
His cock that was no longer a bulge in his pants, was sticking out in front of him nearly a foot. It throbbed and bounced up and down as he pulled the undershirt up and over his head.
I looked his body up and down as he stood there before me and took off all his clothes. I knew his body very well and thought of all the pleasure it would give me many times before the night was over.
I watched the muscles of his back ripple and grow firm as he bent down and picked up his pants off the floor and placed them on the couch.
He straightened up quickly, and walked over to me. His cock bounced as it thrust its way toward me. He took me by the hand, and we walked like children, slowly and without shame, into the bedroom.
We both stopped short at the foot of my big bed.
Andy turned and faced me.
I felt his stiff cock jumping and throbbing, as it pressed hard against my thigh.
He pressed himself tightly against me and thrust that cock of his as hard as he could right up against me.
All the breath left me as he squeezed. His arms felt like steel as the muscles flexed, and he clutched me even more closely and tightly.
My head spun round and round, filled with dizziness as I felt the breath flowing out of me. My heart beat faster, my vision blurred and I shook all over. It was as though I were being drained of the past and left with only the future, our future together.
