"...in this form the sexual congress is kept for an unusually long time, an hour or more, the man refraining from ejaculations, though his partner may have several orgasms," wrote a well-known authority. "Therefore, for the woman this mode of copulation affords the utmost satisfaction, though for the man the necessary will power and self-control are difficult to acquire and in many individuals utterly impossible."
"This is shown by the experience of the 'notorious' Oneida Community in New York State, where this practice was called 'pantagamy', or male continence. In this strange association every man was regarded as the husband of every woman from a theoretical standpoint. Nevertheless, for the males to become proficient in the method, they were initiated soon after puberty by females past the child-bearing age, so if the male were unable to refrain from emission of semen, no pregnancy would occur.
"For females, initiation by a male also considerably older began several years after adolescence. The Oneida Community kept up this practice for several decades, and stopped it not because of any evil effects, but from the criticism of the surrounding populace."
Another medical authority has this to say about Coitus Reservatus:
"Only a comparatively few men are willing, and some fewer are quite unable to control themselves to this degree necessary to postpone their own erotic acme until a future time. The ability to do this is the most potent factor possible in producing that superiority of virile over feminine power which forms the greatest fusing medium between two partners during the sex act. It gives the male a sense of power that produces in him a keenness and penetrating sense of satisfaction that he has never before known. After an experience of this kind, he is fully alive, as he never was before, to the possibilities of erotic ecstasy...
"His study of her is the best method of arousing her to the pitch of excitement that glows almost to a point of luminosity. If he can so transform his wife, as he sees her transformed before his very eyes, and if he can thus express his love any time he wishes, his former hurried, perfunctory and mechanical sexuality appears to him as a dried leaf as compared with the full-blown rose of his present triumph. He recognizes that he has stepped from one level of existence to a higher plane of life, and that he is a human in a new and enlarged sense. It is a far greater stimulant to happiness of all kinds than anything else ever discovered by mankind."
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"I began playing with my pussy at the age of twelve and got my first fuck at fourteen," Elsa Jordan typed into her electric portable.
She sighed and dropped her right hand down under the hem of her shortie skirt, pressing her naked flesh near her cunt. She was alone in the small apartment she shared with her husband, Arthur. He wouldn't be home for hours-it was early Friday afternoon.
Elsa wrote racy novels in her spare time, and she had a lot of it. She also had a lot of passion to give and Art was long past the stage where he wanted a fuck more than once a week. Sometimes it was two weeks. He was only thirty, but like a lot of men, he had never learned how to please a woman, especially a good healthy blonde Swede like Elsa.
Oh, I sure could use a good long fuck, she thought, her fingers creeping in on her thinly pantied cunt. Her titties, in the snug blouse and D-cup bra, began to swell and tingle.
She had married Art at nineteen-she was now twenty-four, and her sex needs were growing while Art's were diminishing. Sometimes writing a good hot sex scene, with a lot of prick and pussy, was simply murder! But the sad fact was, Art didn't bring much money home. He was a plumber working in a little two-bit shop near the waterfront-non-union.
She was fully aware that the average plumber in the U.S. made more than the average attorney, but she had picked a loser. Seattle was a strong union city, and Art had got into trouble with the local and had to pick up scraps. On top of that, he was an old car nut, and sometimes more money went into his antique Ford than into the home for necessities. And then he had to have his beer every night.
Elsa had been writing some ever since her high school days, when she had sold a few articles to a newspaper feature section. She liked it and the extra money really helped. But she made more writing sex books than anything else. More fun, too! She had a naturally sensuous nature and a wild imagination, and in a little while she knew she would have to ease her tensions again-on her hand!
She hadn't chippied on Art yet, but she could feel it coming on. His too-quick way of fucking was simply the shits! Oh, it had been pretty good the first year or so, before she had started studying various sex books in her researches. When Art wanted some fun he was totally selfish-he had only one purpose-to get his gun off in her cunt.
He wouldn't talk about it, he thought he knew it all! A real man had to cum every time he got his cock in a pussy-and how wrong he was! How wrong most American men were. Some of the statistics on married couples-which Elsa had studied-almost made her sick.
Twenty-eight per cent of American men had a climax after only from one to three minutes of coition. Thirty-four per cent had a climax in from five to ten minutes. Twelve per cent had a climax immediately upon attempting coitus.
Horrible! Art was in the front one-to three-minute category.
Oh, the first few months after their marriage, Art had nearly fucked himself to death, trying to see how many times he could cum! And although Elsa had known it couldn't last, she had received as much prick as she had needed-she had loved every second of it. But he had already been twenty-five, and men started on the downgrade before that.
The sad physical fact was, most American men jacked off during their best years, which were from about fifteen until twenty.
She looked at the typewriter and what she had written. She was starting a new book she felt sure would make a hit. She was calling it A Writer's Confessions-she had done some of the scenes already, and was starting into the final draft. Her regular markets had sort of faded-she was in a bind.
But she didn't dare let Art read it! Not that he ever paid much attention. When he was home, he watched TV, drank beer and worked on that damned old Ford sitting out back of the apartment. She was nothing but a housekeeper, a cook and washerwoman, and he got a hard-on, he jacked himself off in her cunt. And he thought he was a man!
She read down a little farther.
"...that first climax, when I was twelve, was really far out! I came home early from school this one day, and I saw Dad's car in the driveway. I knew he sometimes returned home during the day for 'nooners', and I was sure he and Mom were having some fun!
"I sneaked in the back door and listened. Sure enough, I heard their bed creaking. I had listened to them at night several times and got real excited. I was lucky, because Olga had told me about sex, and what to expect when I started dating..."
The memory came back vividly, in full colors, and she gripped her cunt a little tighter. Juice was already seeping through her panties-her clit was tingling uncontrollably.
She covered the typewriter, turned off the power and walked into the bedroom. She had to have an orgasm, maybe two or three! Her crotch ached fiercely. Art hadn't screwed her for over a week, and it never did much good anymore, anyway. His beer-stink breath and usually unwashed body made her a little sick.
Shivering with anticipation, because she hadn't relieved herself for several days due to her period, she undressed and looked at herself in the vanity mirror. There was sure nothing wrong with her robust figure. She had good firm tits-they stuck way out-her pink nipples were long and sensitive-her waist was slim, her ass well-rounded.
Plenty of guys turned to look when she walked down the street. Her legs were the best, though. Rather long, like a lot of Swedish girls, nice and full; they rubbed together when she moved. Her face was a bit round and Nordic, but her mouth was out-curved and sensual, her blonde hair was thick and rich. Her blue eyes were large, and with the right kind of makeup she looked pretty damned sexy.
She had very little pubic hair, another Scandinavian touch, and her cunt lips showed clearly through the soft, blonde curls. They were already damp and swelling out. She had decided years before she wanted no children, not from Art. She was on the pill and glad of it.
Olga had supplied her with contraceptives and knowledge before she started going out with the guys. She still adored her parents, Olga and Erik. And, although they were middle-aged now, it was obvious they still enjoyed their screwing! He worked in a shipyard north of Seattle and made good money. He was still a very handsome man.
Elsa reached down to her crotch with both hands and opened her labia with her fingers. The damp, pink flesh of her inner cunt twitched slightly! Ohhh, how it needed prick! She stared at her clitoris, the exposed little nub of her excitement which stood out nearly half an inch when she was turned on good. She traced the covered ridge of it with a gentle finger, shivering.
The female counterpart of a male penis, the center of a sensuous woman's need. She had studied the diagrams and charts in her research books, she knew every little nook and cranny of her sex apparatus. It was necessary in her writing! And lots of fun, too.
She touched the opening of her bladder, right beneath her clitoris, the urethra, and trembled again. Sometimes she inserted a small knobbed piece of plastic up in there, a dropper from a medicine bottle, and enjoyed a delicious bunch of thrills!
Other times she used a dildo she had bought through a big mail-order house as a "facial massage" device, but of course its seven-inch length shaft with the handle and phallic shape revealed what it was used for by any halfway-smart girl or woman. Two C batteries fitted into the handle and when the switch was turned on, the jiggling was something else! She hardly ever used the power; just having it sliding in and out was enough to give her the sensations she craved.
She left it lying on the top of her dresser, and Art was so stupid he really thought it was for exercising her facial muscles. He even believed she didn't want sex until he wanted it! What a jerk. About as bright as his beer-drinking buddies. Baseball, football, old cars and filthy stories. She had to get out of this mess before she lost her beauty!
On the other hand, Olga was still attractive. Good steady sex made a woman of any age so much more alive and shapely.
Elsa remembered something her mother had said only a month or so before when Elsa had gone up for a visit...
"Mom, how do you keep so slender and nice, anyway?"
"Your father gives me plenty of bed exercise, honey," Olga smiled. She had always been frank about life's realities. Elsa was very fond of her.
"At your age?" Elsa laughed.
"Well, he lets me do most of the moving, you know," Olga smiled. She still had a trace of Swedish accent, her mother had come from the Old Country.
"Oh, like your top-ride, huh?" Elsa giggled.
"Sure thing, honey," Olga smiled. She rolled her eyes expressively. "You're a grown married girl now, I can tell you something. Erik knows how to hold. Understand?"
Elsa trembled, recalling her recent reading about Karezza and the so-called "infamous" Onieda Colony in New York state in the late eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds. The men there learned from boyhood how to defer or bypass the climax for weeks on end, enjoying sex with partners who had also been trained to enjoy sensual pleasures.
They had accepted the fact that a woman could climax repeatedly, that she needed it to be fit and healthy, and that a man had to conserve his sex energies. The older women of the colony had coached the young men, the older men had trained the young girls...
"Yes, I understand," Elsa replied, blushing. "I wish to hell Art could do that!"
"Oh, I can tell you're not happy with him," Olga said. She shook her head. "You should find a new man, honey. A real man, like your father..."
Well, that was easier said than done!
She brought her fingers back to her clitoris and teased the tiny, swelling ridge of her little pecker. To herself she often called it her "girlie prick." Ohhhh, yes! She really needed a cum!
She moved to the bed and sprawled out on her back-a pillow beneath her head. She opened her long, white thighs and up-curved her itchy cunt. Her left hand slipped up to her titties, she moved her right hand to her pussy.
As many times as she had thought about that first climax, as often as she had recalled the dramatic event, she still loved to go over it in her mind. Later, in her new book, she was going to describe the whole thing in every detail, and dreaming about just how she would put the words together gave her a big thrill.
She began to fondle her swollen breasts and placed a finger on each side of her tender, awakening clitoris. Now for a nice long, dreamy sex buildup ... then the sweet goodies of a climax!
* * *
She was walking into the old home again, listening to the bed sounds her parents were making. Shivering with excitement, she crept into the living room, along the hallway and placed her ear against the door panel. Every single word of their conversation still lived in her mind.
Creak, creak, creak-pause! Oh, they were screwing.
"...go ahead and have one, sweetie," came Erik's voice.
"Ooooohhhh, I'm almost ready, honey!" Olga answered, her tones revealing her intense excitement.
Have one. What did they mean? At twelve she hadn't started her period, although Olga had told her it could begin any time. She was big for her age, her titties were starting to show under her dresses. Recently she had watched two dogs fucking-she knew the male got a lot of pleasure out of it, he got so excited. Puppies came after the male dog squirted in the female, she knew that. A man had to impregnate a woman before she could have a child. Sex was everywhere.
Her mother must be having fun too! It was obvious a man had his climax, after he got his penis in, like the male dog-but the idea of the woman enjoying it was new to her. She had heard it was something married dames had to put up with. But her mother sure did kiss and hug Erik a lot.
Now Olga was ready!
Creak, creak, creak-wait.
"Ohhhhhh!" came Olga's excited moan.
For the first time Elsa felt more than just book interest in sex. Her pussy was starting to tingle, her budding breasts felt kind of full. Her parents were loving each other, they were screwing and they were sure taking a lot of time with it!
"Come on, honey, have your cum now!" Erik breathed loudly. Oh, the way he said cum was terribly exciting! It was a word for climax. Her mother was going to experience an orgasm...
Suddenly Elsa wondered what position they were in. Erik would be on top, of course. The man always did the mounting, the inserting and the thrusting. The way that dog's tail had wiggled, the way his ass-end had worked once he had his penis in it-ohhh, exciting! After he finished, Elsa had a view of his pink, stiff prick, leaking white stuff. He lapped at the bitch's cunt and pretty soon he was getting his prick in again.
That time he had to really try hard! He kept humping and whining and working faster and finally his ass worked real fast and his back arched and she knew he was climaxing once more!
Well, that was nature. But the female just stood there, with her tongue hanging out, as if it happened all the time.
Humans had to be different. The female had her pleasure, too!
Oh, I hope I can have that much fun when I get older, Elsa thought, shivering. I wonder what it feels like? The way Mom sounds it must be the best thing in the world! I wish I could see Dad's prick, all stiff and wet and going in and out of Mom's pussy!
"OHHHH!" came dramatically from the bedroom. "OHH, ERIK! OOOOOHHHHHH!" The bed creaked swiftly.
"CUM, Olga!" he answered.
"OH, OH, OHH-yesssssss!" she cried loudly. "OHHH!"
The bed really shook. Elsa shivered, her crotch turning very warm; her nerves were suddenly on edge. She could almost see her mother with her white legs opened, Erik's prick driving and driving. But he should be having his climax, too!
The bed finally stopped vibrating, a womanly sigh of relief followed and then a soft, pleased giggle.
"Ohhhh, that was good, honey!"
"You get better up there on top every time," he chuckled.
"You devil!" Olga answered, very pleased. "Do you really have to go back to work?"
"Little surprise," he chuckled. "Got the rest of the afternoon off. I like these daylight pieces, I can see you better."
"Well, we better get through before Elsa comes home," Olga laughed. "But we have an hour or so-Ohhhhhh, that's wonderful!"
"I like your nice big tits, baby," he laughed.
Elsa shuddered, her head whirling. Ohhh, that was really sexy, the way they talked. Told the way it really was-Olga was on top! She was doing the fucking! And he was playing with her breasts. She did have large ones, and she wore dresses that showed them off.
"Don't you like my pussy, too?" Olga giggled. The bed was sighing again, slowly. The dramatic sounds seemed to reach right into Elsa's tingling crotch, right into her own pussy.
I never knew my mother would say words like that to him! she thought, trembling. They make it fun! She's still up there and she's starting to screw again! Ohhhh, my cunt is really turning hot! It needs a prick! But I'm only twelve, I don't know from nothing!
"Nice snug pussy," Erik laughed. "Take your time, really play around and have a ball."
"OHH, you're so good to me, honey," Olga answered. "Letting me have so many nice cums!"
"Hay, what about my prick? You like it?"
"OHH, love it!" she giggled. The bed was creaking slowly now-then it stopped. Elsa could almost see her mother's big breasts arched out for his pleasure, his fingers roaming over them while her plump ass wiggled.
Without hardly realizing what she was doing, Elsa reached under her shortie school dress and pressed her fingers into her thin panties where they nestled against her pussy. Ohhhh, it felt dreamy!
She suddenly remembered something she had overheard in the girls' room at school-two junior high gals talking when they thought no one was listening. Elsa was in a stall.
"You been getting any, honey?"
"Ah, it's too dangerous. I let him play stinky finger, though." Giggle, giggle.
"Right on! Sure is better than doing it alone, you know..."
More girlish laughter and then they had left the rest room. It had been puzzling to Elsa, then. And dirty. "Stinky finger." She was letting her boyfriend play with her cunt. But that "doing it alone" bit had seemed kind of odd.
Not anymore! Her hands felt so good on her pussy she could hardly believe it! But nice girls didn't touch themselves! She had heard it played and replayed around school. To hell with that! She had to find out for herself.
Moving her fingers inside her panties, she cupped her whole mons, feeling a trace of slick wetness between her soft, dainty cunt lips. Oh, this was what "turning on" meant. She was becoming a big girl! Her pussy was real tender, especially right at the top of her crevice-that was the spot that really tingled!
Suddenly her mother said words that stopped her fingers on her new explorations.
"...I'm going to have to give Elsa the facts of life one of these days, honey."
"Right. She's going to be a real beauty, lots of guys are starting to look at her already..."
"Yes, and I'm going to protect her, too. My mother told me the ins and outs."
Elsa flushed, her ears burning. She shouldn't be eavesdropping, but things were turning real interesting now.
Erik laughed. "I've sure had a lot of benefits from it."
"Well, that's what a girl is for, isn't it? To keep his big stud happy and give him lots of hot pussy."
They both laughed. The bed was creaking again, slowly.
"Ohhhhh, I'm going to have another one, honey!" Olga exclaimed. "Say, what brought you home so early, anyway? Been looking at some of those girls in miniskirts?"
"Sure, baby," he chuckled. "Spring's in the air."
"Like that new girlie magazine I bought you?" she laughed.
"Yeah. The foldout is a blonde. But your tits are better..."
"Ohhhhh, you devil!" Olga gurgled. "I'm sure glad your father told you a few things about screwing!"
"It's an old family tradition with the Nordens, I told you that, sweet," Erik answered. "If a man can't hold he's in real trouble."
Elsa trembled, wondering about so many things her head was whirling. She was starting to get the drift, though. Olga was having fun while Erik waited. He didn't even seem real excited. He was pleasing her, letting her cum and cum! No wonder she was still nuts about him after about fourteen years of marriage. He was a real lover.
She remembered seeing the girlie magazines around the house-she kind of enjoyed looking at them. Olga bought them so he could get excited enough to give her more fun in bed! She was sure they didn't "cheat." There was always a nice warmth about the home-a thing she had noticed didn't exist in the house of some of her girl friends.
One time when Erik had come home, when they had both thought she was outside, he had stepped through the door and kissed Olga hard and opened the top of her dress and fondled her titties. He had patted her ass and she had wiggled up against him. All during dinner they had both seemed excited, and it was obvious they were going to have sex when they went to bed.
Now Elsa was finding out how they had sex. Ohhhh, it was fun! They loved each other, they deserved to have it.
As the bed began creaking again, Elsa decided she had heard enough for one time. She slipped away, out through the house and walked across the back lawn to a small playhouse Erik had built for her years earlier. She used it very little anymore, but it was still a nice private place where she could read and dream about writing a big long book someday.
She got real good grades in English and some of her themes were printed in the school paper. Her teacher had told her she had real talent and imagination. She sure had vivid daydreams, all right.
Inside the playhouse, she slid her pink panties from her rounded, developing hips and stretched out on the bed. A little blonde fuzz was growing on her mons, that tender spot at the upper end of her crevice was getting more tender! And how!
She was a cheer-leader for the Underwood Junior High basketball team and football team-she enjoyed having the guys look at her when she was waving her arms and doing the stunts in front of the cheering section. One guy in particular interested her. His name was John Wood, and he was the quarterback on the football team.
He was fourteen to her twelve.
But she wasn't dating yet. Olga was against it, and Elsa agreed she was still too young to be "going out". She decided it was about time to start, though. Other guys were calling, the house, too.
She opened her plump thighs real wide and ran a finger up and down her girl-slit. Oh, there was more slickness, it was wetting her hand! Listening at the bedroom door had really brought a lot of juice from her pussy. She found the little exciting place again and teased it. Ohhhh, wow! A lot of thrills ran along her legs, the sensations were really cool! She wanted to work her ass up and down, like she was getting fucked.
Suddenly she thought about how John Wood looked in his tight basketball shorts, how handsome he was, that big lump of his manhood sticking out, and she worked her fingers faster. Nummy! No wonder the girls at school were rolling their eyes when they talked about a little back seat fun with a guy. This was where it was AT. Her titties were turning itchy, too. Guys liked a good pair of boobies, and if she was going to be anything like Olga she would eventually have a nice shape.
The goody feelings increased! Stings of delight ran across her crotch. That tiny swell at the top of her crevice was growing. Ohhhh, something was about to happen, she was breathing faster and her thighs were trembling. She was starting into a climax! She was beginning to find out what sex was all about!
Only a few days before she had explored her pussy a little. She had reached a finger inside, feeling the membrane that guarded her inner cunt-the maidenhead. When her first prick went IN, it would tear-opening up the hole for real fun things. At least she knew that much about her vagina. She had heard there might be a little blood on the very first fuck.
She wished Olga would hurry up and get around to telling her the nitty-gritty. She wanted to be safe. One of the older gals at junior high had shown her some "rubbers" she had lifted from her father. They would make screwing safe, but sometimes rubber tore. It was awfully thin!
One little squirt of manstuff would fix a girl good. She knew that, too. Several girls in Senior High had gotten knocked up and were taken out of school. It was enough to put a real scare into her.
She could have fun this way, though. Ohhhh, yes! Her fingers went faster and faster! The little nub was swelling more, really tingling good ! Wow! It was like running up a steep hill, trying to reach the top. Almost!
She tipped her crotch a little higher, she wiggled the ends of her fingers on the tender, sexy spot and suddenly the sensations turned so sweet and intense that she could hardly believe it! Stings and thrills chased all through her loins-a kind of melted honey ran to the tip of her little sexy thing and it happened!
She gasped and shuddered, her legs kicked, her ass curved, higher and the luscious pangs of joy simply poured from her cunt!
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed. "Ohhhh, oh, ohhh!"
A wonderful feeling of relief followed, a kind of cozy warmth that bathed her whole crotch with rich, sugar waves. Ohhhh, yes! No wonder girls got fixed! Thinking about her parents-hearing their love-sounds, had really made her cum! She knew what it was all about now! That tiny place in her pussy was the best place on earth! Groovy!
I bet it's ten times better with a prick in! she thought, wonderingly. I guess I shouldn't be doing this, but I just had to find out! Oh, I have to do it again! If Mom can have several excitements, I guess I can, too!
* * *
Now, at age twenty-four, she was still playing with her cunt! She was no longer shamed by the act-it had become a necessity, like food. Art wasn't even considerate enough to play around with her and let her have her fun even though he had trouble getting a hard-on anymore. She knew some husbands did that for their wives.
Oh, it was cum-time! She had waited long enough. She inserted her middle finger, fastened her thumb on her tensing clitoris, and started hunching. Moving her ass made things sweeter. She loved topping-she had tried it a number of times before her marriage-she could gauge her fun better that way ... have her goodies at just the right dreamy moment.
She had no one special to dream of when she had her orgasm, but it certainly wouldn't be Art. Well, she could imagine she was getting fucked by a big, handsome movie star, or that good-looking, famous quarterback. Ohh, yes!
She stroked her big, swollen titties, watching the pink, widely banded nipples poke up high; she pressed her thumb hard into her clit and tightened her vagina. Yes, she had been practicing that ploy after reading about certain primitive women who made a regular thing of contracting the cunt while the man was fucking. It increased his pleasure. But she would surely not try it on Art; he went off too fast when her pussy was inactive!
Pushing her finger farther in her cunt, she squeezed again. Damn it. Her digit wouldn't go in quite far enough. She hated to move off the bed when she was so close to cumming-she knew she should have brought the dildo with her. It was the next best thing to cock. The only trouble was, she had heard that some dames got hung on artificial pricks-got to liking them so well they didn't need men anymore.
Oh, that could never happen to me, she thought. I do love cock! I like a man between my legs or underneath me, a real man. I sure have had only a few of them. Very few!
She took her fingers from her clit and struggled off the bed. Ohhh, moving fast that way nearly brought the fun! She staggered to the vanity, seized the plastic cock and returned to the middle of the bed. She spread away out once more and gently worked the point of the dildo between her eager, juiced cunt lips. She pushed the seven-inch shaft into her vagina and uttered a moan of satisfaction.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Now it was easier to visualize a lover. Bit by bit she tried to piece a real fantasy together, a very sexy one.
She was in a nice roomy apartment with a good view of the ocean, her new stud was experienced-he was going to give her all the prick she wanted-he was Broadway Joe with frills, a prick that just fit in her cunt. She had an average-sized pussy, according to all she had read and by what men said about her twat, but really, it was what a girl did with it that really counted!
She pumped the dildo slowly, playing her nipples into stiffness again. Ohhhhh, it was much better now! The clit was good when she had a quickie, but it took those luscious slick slides of hardness in her cunt to give her nerves what they needed.
Holding the handle firmly, she began to hump up on it. MMMMM! Ohhh! just a few more hunches! It had been too many days since she had got her fun pistol popped! Almost! Just a few more slides...
Lately she had noticed something different in her responses. She was having some anal tingles when she had her gun. The dildo reached in deeper than Art's prick-the head of it touched a new zone in her pelvis. She was used to poking the dildo tip at the door of her womb-it was sensitive, too. Sometimes she opened it slightly, receiving more thrills, but the rear end thing was entirely different-and exciting.
No one had ever tried her anus, even with a finger. The idea began to be horribly appealing. One of these days, when she had her fun alone, she would try one of her own fingers up her backside. Not now! She was into the goodies!
She tightened her cuntal muscles, her clit hardened, her nipples peaked higher and the sweet, honeyed throbs of her need pulsed in her cunt! She hunched real fast. Ohhhhh, the feeling was wild today. Her lover was really pouring the cock to her, good and hard. Nowwwwww! OHHH!
Shaking and gasping, she pushed the rather no knob end of the dildo between the lips of her womb opening! They tightened, her anus tingled and the sweeps of her joy were utterly delicious! There was nothing like cumming! Oh, there never would be! It was heaven on earth! She just had to have it often, and before many days passed she was going to have some real cock-some new cock, and it would not be made of plastic...
CHAPTER TWO
"You really should get out more, honey," Nancy Smith said to Elsa. Nancy lived in the next-door apartment-she was Elsa's age, her husband was an auto mechanic-and since he was an antique car freak too, as well as a tavern and beer lover, Nancy was alone about as much as Elsa. Their husbands were great "buddies".
"Right," Elsa said. She hadn't been able to have a second orgasm. A knock on the apartment door had spoiled it all. "Doing what?"
"Well, come with me to a writer's meeting tonight," Nancy said. She wrote a few poems and went to Club meets. "Some really good ones will be there this time."
Elsa had steered clear of local "writers" gatherings because most of them were old biddies who spent most of the time gossiping and reading their latest verses ... to one another. No one else would listen! A few of them had paid to have bad books published, it was called "vanity" publishing. They thought they were real authors. Piss on that, she had work to do.
And as soon as Nancy left, Elsa was going to use her dildo again, if Art didn't come home early and spoil it all. He would be having some beers with "the boys." Friday night it happened, every week.
"Any handsome guys ever show up?" Elsa asked.
"Oh, once in a while," Nancy giggled. She was an attractive slender brunette with good legs and a pair of sharp, pointy breasts. She loved to show off. "Are you thinking about slipping out on Art?"
"I might," Elsa sighed. "If the right guy happened along. You know, I haven't had a piece for over a week."
"Join the crowd, honey," Nancy smiled. "Isn't it the shits? Here we are, fairly good-looking young wives and we're missing out already."
"I know," Elsa said. "Earl must fuck about the way Art does."
Nancy flushed. "You mean, all over, fast-like that?" She snapped her fingers.
"Right," Elsa giggled. "But it sure isn't funny."
"You know, we do need to get some new stuff, honey," Nancy laughed. "Come on and go with me tonight. Afterward, we can go to a club and look around a little, huh?"
"I hate to be a cheap pickup," Elsa said.
"Okay, sit at home and work on your hot novels," Nancy said dryly. "Don't you get turned on, writing that stuff?"
"That stuff happens to make money," Elsa replied. "And yes, I do get a hard-on every once in a while."
"Come to thing of it, you look kind of excited right now..." Nancy said, winking.
Elsa shrugged. "So, I play with it when I get too hot. Okay?"
Nancy burst out laughing. "Well, I know how it goes. Me, too." She stood up to leave. "Think about tonight, honey. You might run into a real guy. Fun!"
"Well, our so-called husbands wouldn't mind if we're together," Elsa answered. "Okay, I believe I will."
"Good," Nancy said, winking. "Save some for tonight, huh?"
"If I found a real man I'd be all over him. Not good for your nerves to "save" too much, honey," Elsa laughed. Nancy winked and twitched her ass.
They had a good understanding-they were friends.
The literary "meeting" turned out to be a banquet and dance thing honoring some western writer Elsa had never heard of, but she was having a wonderful time. A big, tall dark stranger was dancing with her in a dim corner of the floor; she was loving every moment of it.
Nancy was doing all right, too. She had glommed onto a college-looking blonde, tall and wiry, who looked about her own age. The four were sitting at the same table. Elsa's companion was Daniel Upton, he seemed rather old for her, but the vibes from his bod were making her pussy tingle. He worked in construction-he wore no wedding ring, and admitted he did some writing as a part-time thing. He had a wonderful tan.
"I see you're married," Dan said, tightening his arm on her waist. She had seen him eyeing her rings earlier.
"I'm not working at it very hard," she murmured, snuggling her big tits against his chest. She was glad she had gussied up in a short-skirted frock, snug at the bodice and tight at the waist. She knew she had the best pair of the gathering, and so did all the men and their broads.
"Sounds interesting," Dan replied. She felt the strong bulge of his basket against her crotch, and shivered. He had a lot more, too. A kind of rugged appeal that reached her right in the cunt. He didn't seem old at all, even though there was some gray at his temples.
"I'm definitely interested," she murmured against his ear. Oh, it was good to feel appreciated by a sexy male! Her pussy was turning wet. The evening was still young-she had had two drinks-she wanted some fun.
"Great," he said, breathing in her hair. "Why don't the four of us go to my place and have a few drinks?"
"Mmmmmm," she murmured, incurving her crotch. "Sounds good to me."
Half an hour later, Elsa and Dan were entering his house ahead of Nancy and Steve Downer, the college student. It was obvious that Dan had no woman around his place on a steady basis; it looked like a bachelor pad. Elsa was pleased to notice that he had a few sophisticated girlie magazines on the coffee table.
On the drive from downtown Nancy and Steve had been enjoying themselves in the back seat of Dan's car; her lipstick was awry and her frock had been loosened in front. She looked good in miniskirts, and evidently Steve thought so, too.
The girls went in the can while the guys fixed some highballs.
"Having fun?" Elsa asked Nancy.
"You know it!" Nancy giggled, fussing with her hair in front of the mirror. "You gonna screw?"
"Hell, yes," Elsa said. "Steve's sure got a pair of busy hands."
Nancy looked at her bodice. "I like it, I like it. What about Dan, honey? He seems kind of old..."
"I've never tried a dirty old man, but he's taking his time, and I appreciate that."
"I love the young studs," Nancy giggled. "Good stiff prick!"
"You've been getting a little on the side already, huh?" Elsa said, checking her makeup.
"Well, why the hell not?" Nancy said, winking. "I'm sure not getting much at home..."
Moments later Elsa was dancing with Dan again, in a dark corner of his living room. Nancy and Steve were already out of sight, in one of the bedrooms. Elsa trembled as Dan's hands slid from her waist down across her ass and under the hem of her frock. She lifted her mouth and he kissed her hungrily. She opened wide, snuggling in. His tongue wormed into her throat and began a slow, sensuous stroking. Delicious!
The lump in his pants was growing, his fingers on her panty-hosed ass felt just wonderful! She hunched in, letting her thighs spread invitingly.
Oh, I do need prick! she thought, feeling the drinks. I haven't had enough of it for years! I'm getting sick of that dildo and my fingers. This is happening pretty fast, but right now I don't give a shit! Nancy probably has her pussy filled right now!
As if to underline her thinking, she heard a gurgly laugh come faintly from the bedroom.
Elsa trembled and coiled her tongue around Dan's tongue, pushing her swelling breasts in closer. He was smooth, he wasn't rushing her one bit, and the vibes were turning real rich. She had never tried a man Dan's age, before she had married Art; maybe she had missed something !
His hands cupped her pantied ass and slipped around, beneath her skirt, to her cunt. She half-turned, offering her crotch. She didn't mind being a little bold. Art was against it, he wanted to do all the main making out, and it seemed so good to let her impulses go again!
He steered her to a sofa and eased her down at his left, his right hand still between her thighs. Their mouths came apart, she breathed in his ear. She hunched up on his pressing fingers. She whispered.
"Damn, that feels wonderful!"
"Great!" he murmured. "You're a hell of a sexy girl, Elsa."
"Tell me more, honey," she breathed. "I love it!"
He tickled her cunt-mound and lifted his hand to the bodice of her frock. As he began to open it, she reached for his cocklump. The size of it sent sweet shivers through her loins. Oh, he was hung like a horse!
A faint rattle of bedsprings came from the other room. Then a loud girlish giggle. Creak, creak, creak. Nancy was getting cock already!
"These young ones always get in a hurry," he said. He nibbled her ear and as the zipper came down over her breasts he slid his tanned hand inside, sampling her tits. He lifted them out of the top of her dress, gazing down. His cock tensed beneath his pants. He liked her tits.
"Mmmmmmm!" Elsa murmured. Her thin pink bra revealed her nipples clearly. He teased one and then the other. Ohhhh, it was good!
"Beautiful!" he murmured.
"You keep that up and I'll be in a hurry, too," she whispered, caressing his cocklump. Having a new man was drawing a lot of juice from her cunt.
"Want to find a bed now."
"Yes!" she gasped.
He kissed her again. Her lips were puffing, she shot her tongue boldly into his mouth while he cuddled her breasts. He let her be aggressive, and she moaned her appreciation. She fondled his basket with more vigor, her clit aching sweetly.
She remembered the last book she had written and sold, about a big lusty girl her own age who liked to "take over" in the bedroom. Some of the sex scenes had really excited her, they still did when she glanced through the printed pages. Not that she wanted to be a libber, or anything like that. She just loved to move and show her sexiness. Some men loved it, and it appeared that Dan was going for it, too. Wonderful!
When he drew her up from the sofa and walked her toward a doorway at the far end of the hallway, she was shaking with anticipation.
Oh, I haven't had a real fuck for years, she thought. I haven't had anyone except Art for over five years, months before we started going steady. God! He's a pig compared with Dan! He never plays with me anymore. A girl needs that! Lots of kissing and teasing!
It was a nice large bedroom, a little disordered, but things were clean. She was something of a nut about keeping things tidy. He turned on a lamp near the wide queen-sized bed and closed the door. A bathroom opened from it and she appreciated that, too. She was also a nut about her personal cleanliness. If she kept her pussy nice and fresh he might want to eat it! Art wouldn't, he almost refused to let her suck his cock, another wonderful thing she had missed since her marriage. When she had taken his cock in her lips the few times, he had gone off much too swiftly-so she had dropped that.
He thought "going down" on a dame was sissy. How stupid! She had been so sure she loved him, but she could see now it was mostly sex. The first year he had fucked almost too much. Then the gradual slowdown as he drained himself to the limit. The selfish bastard! Cheating on him wasn't bothering her one damned iota.
Dan drew her to him and hugged her, his hands returning to her ass. He began to peel her pantyhose down while he looked at her tits in their thin, pink, lacy cups. Oh, he was going to take lots of time with her!
"I believe you're a tittie man," she giggled, arching her breasts away out.
"Right," he grinned, caressing her naked ass. He fondled along her anal crevice and she shuddered.
"Oh, you like that, huh?" he smiled.
"I like it all, big man," she breathed, pushing her crotch inward. "Get undressed, will you?"
His dark eyes flared, he patted her butt and stepped away, beginning to unbutton his shirt. She ran the zipper down at her waist and slipped the frock over her long, blonde tresses. As she worked the pantyhose from her hips he stared at her cunt.
"Beautiful!"
"Pussy is . pussy," she giggled, kicking the pantyhose free. In just her bra she wiggled to the bed and sat down on the edge, her thighs spread.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," he grinned. He removed the shirt casually, tossed it over the back of a chair. His chest was wide and bronzed, a few curls of black hair around his belly-button. His outdoor work made him very fit, no fat around the waist. The spicy man aroma made her slightly giddy.-
He was teasing her! He was doing a kind of male strip-act. And she was very glad he wasn't getting heavy with it. No rushing and grabbing, either. Maybe she had missed a lot, not dating a considerate older man! If he could just put out a good, long fuck...
But somehow she sensed that he really had it for her, and not just as a good-sized prick, either. Nancy was so right. A girl had to get out and circulate once in a while. She had been cooped up in that apartment, writing and playing with her pussy much too much.
When his shorts finally dropped, she shivered again. His cock was longer than average with a big knob and it was deliciously thick! He still had his foreskin. That was something else she couldn't understand about the modern doctors. They insisted all boys be circumcised.
Nature had provided skin to protect the tender knob of a man's sex, and then the crazy doctors took it away. Maybe it explained partly why men like Art, who had been circumcised, didn't enjoy sex as much-were so anxious to have a climax.
She knew her father had his foreskin. She had seen him naked a time or two, and even soft, he had a nice big prick and big drivers. Dan had big nuts, too. Nice black, thick hair around his outfit. His prick was even slanted up high, like a young man's!
"Oh, that looks good!" she giggled.
He moved toward her and sat down at her right, left arm around her waist. His right hand moved to her cunt, and she reached for his prick again. She closed her fingers on it just as he cupped her pussy. The combination of thrills drew her thighs open wide, sent delicious waves of need through her loins. She hunched on his fingers, feeling cunt juice leak out.
He played along her swollen crevice the way no man ever had! So knowing and gentle, drawing the thrills sharply to the tip of her clit, teasing around the urethra, her cunthole and then her little sex nub. Clear juice oozed from his knob where the skin was tight around it. Ohhhh, it was at least an inch thicker than Art's cockhead, the shaft was over seven inches long. Beautiful!
I believe I've found a real pussy artist! she thought, fondling his thick, rigid cock. He knows as much about my cunt as I do! Ohhh, having a man play with it is ten times better!
"OHH, damn!" she breathed, her whole body shaking. "You're nice with a pussy!"
His cock tensed, he leaned down and nuzzled her out-jutting breasts. Very slowly he pushed his play finger into her twitching, shivering cunt! He trembled as he explored, he drew it out and slid it deep again! She hunched and squeezed his prick and felt the first beautiful, sweet stings of her climax!
"Beautiful!" he breathed against her puffy nipples. The pink spires of tit-flesh were longer than she had ever seen them! Oh, they knew when a real man was working on her body, and her cunt knew it, too. She was starting to cum! She clenched her cunt! That did it.
"MMMMM-OH, OH, OHHH!" she cried, hunching furiously on his finger. The delicious nuances of her joy chased clear back to her anus! Her titties heaved hard, her thighs shook and just as the goody sensations reached the peak, his thumb pressed her pulsing clitoris!
I'm dimming with a new man, an experienced man, and I'm flipping, my lid! she thought wildly. Ohhhh, shit! He's really bringing the fun! I really need that prick, I never wanted one this much before!
She finished with more uphumps and softened in his arms, panting her delight, her cunt quivering delectably around his still-in finger.
"Very good, Elsa," he murmured, his lips brushing a peaked, tender nipple.
"Ohhh, neat!" she breathed, the after-twinges very rich and tingly. She caressed the full, hard length of his rigid cock. The dark pink head, framed by stretched foreskin, oozed more clear juice. But he still wasn't pushing her back and trying to drive it IN. Her cunt simply ached for prick!
"You're a fine young passionate girl," he murmured in her hair, keeping his palm pressing into her swollen cunt. She could feel her labia opening away up, away out.
"Oh, how did you learn so much about pussy?" she breathed, shivering.
He chuckled. "Study and practice. Did you ever hear of Karezza?"
"Yes!" she gasped. "I write sex books, you know..."
He laughed. "So I heard, from Nancy. You want to keep having fun or talk awhile?"
"Well I love it all!" she giggled. "Let's talk ... and then will you please get that nice big thing in my cunt?"
He squeezed her very wet and very puffy cunt. "You like being outspoken. All right, I'll tell you. I was raised up near the Canadian line in a small lumbering village and about six families there practiced Karezza-we had a kind of mini-Onieda Colony. I know you've heard of that..."
"Yes," she murmured, wishing now she had decided for more fun first! Her whole crotch burned for more orgasms-and knowing he was going to be working on her and bridging the generation gap made her wildly anxious! She had found a man who really knew how to have sex and lots of it!
"Well, when I was about twelve my father gave me a big long talk and explained a lot of things, and the next night an older woman of about thirty-five came in our home and spent the night with me. Man, what a time that was!"
"Wow!" Elsa exclaimed. "Your mother knew all about it?"
"Sure, because I found out later she had initiated a few guys of twelve herself. It was what they were doing. And my father broke in several of the young girls. They were all friends, they wanted everyone to enjoy sex."
Elsa trembled. "I wish I'd had that kind of a break-in!"
"Well, you're very responsive, Elsa." He patted her cunt. "You have all the potential."
"Mmmmmmm! Tell me more, honey."
He chuckled. "Well, I learned pretty fast. That first night I couldn't hold back at all. I had about six climaxes before I started getting the idea. She just let me screw till I was worn out, and then I could last longer."
"Did this woman cum a lot?" Elsa asked.
"Oh, sure. She was pretty excited about my cock. It's larger than average ... she told me later she had eighteen climaxes."
"Ohhhh, you're pulling my tit!" Elsa protested.
"No, it's the truth. My wife could cum up to thirty times in a period of three or four hours..."
Elsa shuddered. "I shouldn't ask, I guess. Where is she? I mean-is she dead?"
"In a sanitarium, Elsa. One night when I was working some sonofabitch broke into the house and raped her and it did something to her mind ... rotten damned deal."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Elsa exclaimed.
"The cops caught the sonofabitch later, but it didn't bring Anna back to normal ... I don't wear a ring, you noticed that, I guess. But I can't Ternary under state law-not until she's gone."
Elsa nodded. "And I'm married, too. Hell of a mess, isn't it?"
He pressed her cunt and tightened his arm around her. "But we can still have a good time, if you can like a man my age ... I'm old enough to be your father." .
"Oh, I don't care, honey!" Elsa gasped. "God! You're so good for me. You don't know..."
"I have a pretty good idea, or you wouldn't have been with Nancy at the banquet. You'd have been home with your husband."
"He's just awful, in bed," Elsa said.
"I know. like ninety-nine per cent of American men. They want to "prove" how manly they are by cumming fast. Pitiful."
"Well, I learned some from my folks," she said. "They sure know how to screw! He lets her have a whole lot of orgasms before he cums. I used to listen to them ... and then do what girls do."
"I know," he grinned. "I did my share of that. But I was damned lucky. This older woman would visit our home about every week and spend all night with me. By the time I was sixteen I could hold back pretty good. Then the law came in and broke up the whole thing. The ignorant bastards! But even after that it went on undercover. The members would "visit" back and forth. They couldn't do much about that."
Elsa shivered. "So, I bet you've got several girl friends right now, huh?"
"I'd better not go into that," he chuckled. "But I'll tell you this, Elsa. I wish to hell I could glom onto you and keep you."
Her head whirled. Oh, he does like me! I'm getting that way about him, too. But I can't marry him. Ohhhh, hell! I'd divorce Art in a minute if things could work out.
He pressed her achy cunt again. "I'll have to tell you something else, too, sweetie. I'm pretty well strapped most of the time. Keeping Anna in the sanitarium is very expensive-I make good money, but it goes."
She nodded, her dreams not as bright as before. She had money problems, too. Art and his damned antique Ford and his beer. He had a big tab at his favorite tavern.
She hugged him and squeezed his beautiful, hard cock. "Oh, I don't care right now, honey! Play with me! I haven't had a good man in bed for so long it's like hell on earth!"
He trembled, he drew her backward on the bed, his finger sliding delectably into her shivery cunt. Her pussy twitched without even a command! It fluttered on his digit, she was starting into another climax!
He half-turned above her, his mouth returned to a peaked, swollen breast, a little moan of pleasure escaped his lips as he took a tender nipple inside. He pushed his play finger deep into her cunt, she gripped his cock very hard-and it was happening for her again!
"OHH, OHH, OHHH ... NOWWWWWWW!" she cried fiercely. The searching, deep waves of her need rocked her senses! Her cunt was tightening in a new delicious way, her clit felt an inch long! She hunched and hunched on his hand as the pounds of her sex fun shook her thighs and titties and her arms! It was getting better! She was cumming harder!
Her nipple was sliding voluptuously in and out of his mouth, as he sucked and then eased off, sucked again and stopped. No one had ever given her titties so much loving attention! She had never blown her fun so hard around a finger in her whole life!
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, savoring the sweet nuances of her aftermath, her ass still rising and falling on the edge of the bed.
"Terrific!" he murmured, nuzzling his face between her tender, high-swollen breasts. "My nice, big young healthy blonde!"
She hugged him, feeling tears of gratitude in her eyes. Ohhhh, he sure knew how to make her cunt sing sweet songs! And he still hadn't even brought his cock near her pussy. Holding it in her hand, wishing and hoping, increased her excitement, her anticipation.
"Ohhhh, Dan!" she breathed.
"Hey, don't cry, Elsa," he murmured, looking down at her with real concern. "Have fun, remember?"
She wiped at her eyes with her free hand. "Okay, I'm sorry. You just don't know what you do for me!"
He patted her cunt. "Yes, I do. Nobody has ever worked you over the way a beautiful girl like you needs working over."
"Oh, I'm not that beautiful," she protested. . "But I sure like to hear you say it!"
He raised up and looked down at her, smiling. "You know something, Elsa. Almost any girl is beautiful when she's really turned on, but you're special. Fine curvy body, and beautiful titties and a nice snug pussy! A nice hot mouth and lovely thick hair..."
"Oh, God!" she breathed happily. She released her hold on his prick and caressed his big, wide, tanned chest. More juice leaked from her cunny-she was hot all over. She was all aglow with love! She couldn't possibly be unemotional about him-he was just superman! And not free to marry...
"Now, want to move up on the bed?" he said, sitting back on his heels, his prick high and hard and beautiful.
She nodded eagerly. In a moment she was sprawled on her back in the center of the bed-a thigh on each side of him-a pillow beneath her head. He began to caress the inner, tender zones of her legs-smiling and obviously enjoying himself very much!
Dan gazed down at Elsa, and he knew he had found the very right girl. What a fine, curvy body, what firm big titties! Her well-developed clitoris, her quick responses to his maleness, said what he wanted to know, man. Remarkable for a girl of twenty-four; she didn't even look that old-there was a kind of naiveness about her, even though it was obvious she had skinned a few pricks before marriage and maybe even since then.
No, she didn't seem like a cheater; there was quality here, a depth and sincerity very unusual for a girl so young. Writing had obviously matured her thinking-she had made quite a study of sex in her own way, and since her husband wasn't getting the job done, she had been having her relief the way thousands of neglected young married gals did, on her hands.
He hadn't lied to her about her body. Her cunt was going to be very snug around his prick-she had fine longish legs-she had it all. And somehow, come hell or high water, he had to marry her. There should be some damned way to break his ties with Anna; She didn't even know who he was. That fucking rapist had disordered her mind completely.
He hadn't lied to her about his youthful days up in Sumpter, either. He had learned how to enjoy himself and please women the way a man should. From experienced teachers. He had given her the truth about his finances, too. The sanitarium took half his paycheck, the house was mortgaged. His steady girl friend, Sally Evers, a redheaded divorcee, had offered to loan him money, but he had refused. He had to do something about her, also. She was wild about his cock and the way he worked her slender body-she was able to climax ten or eleven times now during a fuck session.
She was thirty, and her husband had never even touched her real potential; another case of a neglected wife playing with her cunt for her fun. But she was a little grabby and too sure of herself. She wanted to move in, and he had been putting her off. Now he was damned glad he had. Too much of a libber, she was already talking about redecorating the house. A clothes horse, too. Expensive tastes. Definitely not for him on any kind of permanent basis...
His writing, he had to admit-didn't amount to much. But working on it was better than drinking beer and wasting time at other hobbies. He had sold a few articles to construction journals, but he had no head for fiction. He was damned glad he had gone alone to the banquet and dance, though. Sally hadn't cared to join him. Another lucky break.
He had found a real jewel. And right now he was going to give her the best fucking she had ever had in her life. He had dumped a load in Sally's cunt three night before, right on this same bed, after climaxing her nine times, so he was good for another week of waiting. Or longer. He allowed himself a good, hard climax about once a month.
The idea of Karezza was to enjoy a woman to the full, make her cum and cum, without wasting the semen. It paid rich dividends, man. The girls went ape. He knew he could have more variety, but he preferred to train one good responsive female and see how many times he could pop her pistol.
His marriage to Anna had been very good, she was a blonde and certain things about Elsa reminded him of his wife. ... But that was all finished. He had accepted it-he had to live with it. The best medics he could find all agreed that Anna would never recover.
Leaning forward, enjoying the picture of Elsa spread out for pleasure-her face very flushed-her lips puffy from kissing and excitement, her fine long pink nipples stiff with her need, he fondled her thighs near her swollen, juicy cunt. Beautiful!
"Ohhhhh, you devil!" she breathed, lifting her crotch higher. Her plump, white thighs spread farther, he gazed at the expanded labia, the inner cuntflesh that was pushing out like coral vertical mouth-lips, wet with her eager juices. The aroma of her pussy was delicious, too. Orange-blossom sweet. Obviously she was very fastidious with her body, another high mark on the wall in her favor. And so young!
He had not played with a girl her age since he had been thirty or slightly older. Just before he had met Anna. Hell, he had to forget her! She was lost to him. He wanted to replace her with Elsa...
CHAPTER THREE
Elsa shuddered as his hands played gently with the sensitive lips of her cunt. With her crotch tipped high she could look down between her tittie mounds and see that her pussy was puffed out more than she had ever seen it! She could hardly believe it was her own cunt! The inside pink flesh was pooched beyond her outer labia!
Oh, I never wanted prick so badly in my life! she thought, feeling his hands spread her cunt-lips. He's looking right in my pussy, at my clit and the whole thing! Oh, I can tell he's going to eat me, sooner or later! God! I've never had a cum on a tongue. I've sure written about it often enough, and every time I do I get a terrific charge!
"Very sexy," he murmured, tracing a hot pathway up and down her slit with his play finger while his left hand slid beneath her ass. He cupped her butt and drew her crotch higher!
"Ohhh, do something, honey!" she gasped. "I really need cock!"
He smiled, his tongue flicking out between his lips. "Tongue, too?"
"Yessss! Anything!" she cried, shuddering. Her thighs jerked with her excitement.
His play finger slid up to her clit and rolled gently. A finger on his left hand teased her anal crevice. More quaky thrills chased through her loins and up to her swollen breasts. Her anus twitched!
"You like that, too, sweetie?" he murmured, his eyes flaring with new interest.
"I never-but it feels good, honey!" she breathed.
"Great!" he exclaimed, pushing the finger-end more firmly against the pucker of her anal opening. Her clit tensed, a riot of little sugary sen-saions shot from her anus to her cuntmouth. Ohhhh, they were deeper and stronger, she was experiencing something totally new! But as he pushed again a tiny blade of discomfort made her wince. He released the pressure swiftly, teasing her clit with more purpose.
"We'll work on that later," he murmured.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "I do like what you did, right at first, honey!"
"Good," he smiled. "Would you like some prick now?"
"OH, God!" she panted. "I'm dying for prick."
"Going to cum real good for me this time?" he said, teasingly. "I sure like the way your pussy tightens when you cum."
"NNNNNNN ... OHHH, YESSSSS!" she moaned. "PLEASE, HONEY!"
His hands trembled, he drew his left palm from her quivering ass and placed both hands on the bed, one on each side of her shoulders. She shuddered, drawing her legs forward, angled far out; she lifted her crotch for the expeced cock-thrust! She watched his hips position for the entrance, his big, hard prick aimed at the door of her twitching, swollen cunt. No one had ever cock-teased her so wonderfully! He was taking so much time with her! He was making her wait and wait for the goodies. Oh, he was an artist, a real cunt-lover! Her clit was ready to pulse, her nipples were as long as thumbs, her tits were higher than she had ever seen them.
Slowly, he brought his huge, wet, skin-framed knob to the opening of her cunt. The first touch of his penis against her wet, puffed labia, the sweet tingling spread of her flesh around his big, hot glans, sent furious scings of delight through her crotch! She was starting her orgasm!
OHHHH, Dan!" she cried. She uphunched wildly, and he pulled his prick back! The agony of suspense was just killing her!
"Let me do it this time, sweetie," he breathed.
"OH, I'm ... cumming!" she panted.
"Good! Now lie still ... that's the way. Uhhhhhhh ... ohhhh, that's good pussy!"
Slowly his huge cockhead was oozing past her tensing clit into her fluttering cunt! A good thing she had waited, because it was very tight! Her membranes had to spread and spread! Ohhhh, but now it was inching deeper, filling her cunt as it had never been filled before! A sudden slow drive, and he was inside. His huge sex-thing was deep in her cunt, right at the mouth of her womb!
Her legs jerked, her titties heaved and her fun began to surge from her clit and pussy! It was taking so long she nearly died with waiting...
"CUM, beautiful, CUM!" he breathed against her jiggling breasts.
Her shivering, pulsating, cock-drammed cunt began to go off! OHHH, really OFF! The tearing, sweet throbs racked her whole pelvis, her anus puckered, her cuntal muscles tightened voluptuously with the beat, beat, beat of her churning glory! His big prick tensed, he pushed in firmly!
She shouted!
She tried to upfuck, but he kept her ass pinned to the bed. She kicked, her arms flopped on the bed, her breasts seemed to explode with her raging passion! Her cunt was doing things around his cock it had never done before! It was tightening again and again! Her squishy, wet cunt lips fluttered around his big, hairy nuts, she strained and heaved...
Dan watched her writhe and shake in her frenzy of delight, tensing with the rhythm of her shooting fun-gun. Very good! Excellent responses! Nothing was better than driving a cock in a nice, new fresh cunt and feeling it twist in erotic delight. She had wonderful inner vaginal action, remarkable for a girl her age.
"OH, OH, OHHHH!" she cried, finally softening as the twitches of her aftermath shivered her thighs, titties and arms. Her face relaxed and a fine, contented smile touched her full, ripe lips.
She tried to buck up again, but he kept her solid to the mattress. The cockslides in a new pussy would be too tempting yet. He was confident of his holding power, but he wanted to keep it that way.
"Beautiful pussy!" he murmured, licking a pink, tender nipple.
"Ohhhh, you devil!" she breathed happily. "My God! I flipped clear out, honey!"
"That's the way I like to feel a girl cum," he chuckled. Before she could start any more leg and tittie play, he drew his prick out.
"Ohhhh ... NO!" she cried, trying to follow his cock with her cunt. When she saw she couldn't reach his prick, she relaxed, the after thrills still shivering her loins. Her cuntmouth twitched, more girl juice ran out.
"Ohhhhh, get it back IN, honey!" she breathed, staring at his rigid, cunt-wet prick, the skin peeled back.
"Later, sweet," he smiled. "I want to play with you some more."
She sighed. "Mmmmmmmmmm! Oh, I never had it like that, honey!"
"Nobody ever appreciated your fine body before," he smiled, caressing her thighs, then around beneath her firm, rounded ass.
Elsa floated in a dreamy state of total bliss. It was awful not to have a cock back in her cunt, but she was having all the wonderful feelings of relief-little shivers of joy that fed and fed her hungers.
Oh, I wrote a scene like this one time, she thought. How the guy slid his prick in just as the girl was getting her gun off, and then pulled it out! I didn't realize how agonizing it would really be. But he got me real good and big! I never had such a big one!
"You sure know how to play with me, honey," she breathed, watching his fingers fondle her thigh flesh, then her ass-curves. She knew her pussy-juice was wetting his bed, and if he wasn't complaining, she sure wasn't going to move! She felt so at ease, so cozy and warm all over. Seeing his big, hard prick, with the knob still fully exposed, pink and tumid, added to her joy-making her want it even more.
"A girl's body is made for loving," he smiled, fondling up her waist and across her belly, finding a very tender spot at the curve of her hip. "Beauty and the beast."
"Oh, just keep on being a 'beast,' she giggled. She dropped her thighs and rested them, keeping her cunt uptilted for his caresses. Finally his hands returned to home base, he opened her labia and started at her inner cuntmouth again. Her craving was rising slowly, her need was building; she had to have another orgasm!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Nancy's voice came through. Elsa started, her pleasure dropping down a few degrees.
"Hey, aren't you two through in there?"
"He's just getting started with me, honey," Elsa called back. "Go away! I'm having fun."
"Well!" came the surprised answer. "Okay. Steve and me, we're gonna split ... You better not check in too late at home, honey."
"I could care less right now, honey," Elsa laughed, winking up at Dan.
"There's a cab stand down on the corner," Dan said, winking back.
Nancy muttered under her breath. A moment later the front door closed. Elsa heaved a big sigh. Now they had the whole house to themselves, she could yell her head off. Art wouldn't be home until his favorite tavern closed at two a.m., as usual. She had hours and hours for fun with her new experienced cocksman. Hours!
"Didn't take them long to wear out," Dan smiled, reaching his play finger slowly into Elsa's shivery cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Elsa breathed, curving up on his finger, snugging it deep into her trembling pussy. "Nancy and I talk quite a bit. A two-orgasm evening for her is a knockout."
Dan laughed. "Damn, I'm glad you have a sense of humor, Elsa ... in the bedroom."
"Well, my heroines always have a good time in the sack," she giggled. "People can't screw all the time, they have to have other interests."
"Beautiful," he grinned.
"Besides, my folks have fun. I used to listen to them. Terrible, huh?"
"Hell, no," he smiled. "In one way, you got a better education than most girls. I'd sure like to meet your parents some time."
"Mmmmmm. Maybe you will, Dan, honey. But I have to really like a guy before I can cum good with him."
"Well, I know you're not a nympho, handing it out everywhere," he said, sliding his finger gently in and out, in and out. "A nice young healthy girl with wonderful responses. You must like me quite a lot. You're cumming and cumming."
"MMMMM ... ohhhh ... I just haven't had a screw for so long . . .it's murder."
"I know," he murmured.
like he knows I play with my cunt all the time, she thought. But with him, I'm not ashamed of it. Art would crap his pants if he knew it. Dan knows so much about girls and pussy it's a little scary. God! I'm going nuts over him! His age doesn't matter. He doesn't seem forty-five, she seems at least ten years younger. Because he saves his jisim!
"And I do like you a hell of a lot, Dan," she breathed. "I guess I was always kind of grownup for my age, mentally."
"You must be, selling books at your age." He grinned. "Reading books about how to have fun, researching..."
She giggled. "Love it! But, you know what happens. I haven't cheated on my husband ... till tonight."
"Sure," he said, winking. "A girl like you has to have sex, one way or another."
"Oh, I wish I didn't have to..." she said, flushing.
He trembled, he looked at her seriously. "It's up to you, Elsa. I wish to hell I could ask you to marry me, right now."
She shuddered, a few tears welled into her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked away.
"I'm too old for you, that's it," he said.
"No! Honest! Let me do some thinking when I'm not so turned on, honey. When you do that, I go clear out of my mind!"
"Good!" he chuckled, letting his finger rest in her cunt. "When can you get away again?"
Her head whirled. "He's going to an old car thing Sunday, all day ... could we be here again?"
He trembled, smiled. Oh, he was pleased. "Call me, Elsa. I'm in the book. I'd better not call you..."
She nodded eagerly. "I'll be here with the hottest panties you ever saw!"
They both laughed. God! He was wonderful! Her cunt was fluttering and shivering, her clit was as hard as a rock-she was gliding deliciously toward another cum! She stared at his big, wet-headed prick-she swung her cunt higher, breathing hard.
"Honey, please get in IN ME! I'm ... ready!"
He smiled, reached for his cock with his left hand and worked his foreskin back over the swollen glans. She knew instantly why he was doing it; he wanted her pussy to peel it back again just as his knob went IN. Ohhh, what a sweet sensation!
He leaned forward, his eyes flaring with interest, and steered his prick at her eager, fluttering cunt. He gave her a slow, deep stroke with his finger, drew it out, and braced his arms and shoulders once more. Her cunt was starting its fun thing. She moaned fiercely, upangling her crotch, jerking her thighs toward her shoulders.
The pause in their lovemaking while they talked and while he toyed with her swollen cunt made things even better! As his hot sex-knob touched her expanded cunt lips and opened them again-as the vibrant touch of his maleness reached deep into her being-her cunt twitched, her clit began to pulse!
"Come up on it, beautiful!" he breathed, inching more tumid cock into love-famished cunt.
"MMMM ... OHHHH ... YESSSS!" she cried, hunching with all her vigor. The sweet, swift filling of her cunny at just the right wonderful second-as she was starting into her cum-the jam of his big, hard cock at the opening of her womb tore a cry from her lips!
"OHH, NOWWWWWW ... OHHHH, OH, OHH!"
Her cunt throbbed and churned as it never had before. It went wild! In her frenzy of culmination she tired to upfuck again, but he mashed her ass to the bed again and tensed his beautiful, big prick. The violent spasming of her pelvis-the heavenly pounds of her fun-the clutch of her cuntal walls on his cock, soared her into a red mist of delight!
She reached her peak, dangled there, dropped down and then started to climb the erotic slope of her need-once more! She was cumming twice! A furious multiple! Oh, I never, never had one of those!
She shouted! The good, swift, deep clenches of her cunt reached her heaving titties, her legs shook, her anus puckered again and again! His moan of pleasure-the tensing of his huge cock, swept her into a vale of luscious twitching aftermath.
Oh, I'll never get enough of his cock, never! she thought dizzily. He wants me again-we have a date for Sunday, and I'm going to be his steady girl! I'll just fuck and fuck and fuck! He loves my cunt and titties and the way I kiss, he--likes my legs and ass and-everything! This blonde is having more fun than she ever had in her life!
"Beautiful!" he breathed against her peaked-high titties. He left his cock in a little longer, and her pussy twitched its appreciation as the rich waves of cuntal relief washed her sex-starved zones of pleasure. A kind of very slow, deep spasming of her whole crotch signaled the end of her furious fun-cum. Her legs dropped, she felt more tears in her eyes...
I'm past the crisis now, he thought watching the slow, happy smile of appreciation touch her sensitive face. And damned if she isn't crying a little again. I'm going to give her more cock-after I do a few more interesting things with her fine, young body.
She opened her eyes and the look in them told it all. She adored him-she had to keep having him, and somehow he had to have her. All the way. For keeps. He had not lied to her about wanting to marry her. He would have to see his attorney again; surely something could be done about Anna. He had used her as a weapon against getting tied up because he hadn't found the right woman. She would have to file for divorce ... he was short of dough. Obviously, she was in a tight spot herself.
At the dance and banquet he had pumped Nancy a little about Elsa. He had visited with her before at a few writers' meetings. Elsa's husband didn't bring in much dough, and her writing had slipped some-she was working on a better kind of book...
He knew how hard it was to write anything halfway good, he had been there himself. He admired anyone who could write fiction, make people come to life on a page of paper. He had failed at it himself; nonfiction had to be his thing-and he never had made much money, with the writing.
And he had to get Sally Evers off his back. He was supposed to date her the next night-Saturday evening. She wouldn't sap his energies, but it seemed rather shitty now that he had Elsa, who was four times better in every way. Evidently, she had something to do with her husband on Saturday night. She might even screw him ... I hope to hell she doesn't!
Problems, always problems.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I hate it when you take it out, honey!" she breathed. She stared at his prick with such fascination he was humbled. The poor girl craved cock more than anyone her age he had ever played with. He couldn't count some of the older women he had screwed up at Sumpter in his younger years. That was all in the past-they had taught him well.
"Want to climb up on top now, sexy?" he chuckled, caressing her thighs.
"OHH, yes!" she breathed. Her flowered-out pussy twitched-more sweet, fragrant juice oozed from her labia. Her legs rubbed his hips-he watched her cuntal wetness leak down her anal crevice onto the bed. It was shameful to waste it. His tongue hardened, the old mouth hunger for fresh young pussy surged in his being.
On the other hand, she was dying for more prick, and he could save some of the goodies for Sunday. He resisted, for the moment. He wanted to gradually work on that beautiful, firm ass of hers, too. He was sure that after some training she would go the anal route. She loved to have it teased and tickled.
"Ohhhh, I'd better go to the pottie first, honey," she giggled.
He nodded. He moved back and watched her crawl from the bed. Every dainty move of hers pleased his eye; she had a beautiful, natural walk that most girls didn't, no matter how they tried.
Her hips moved a little forward with each step, her ass had a delightful sway, her big firm titties were carried forward, proudly. Sonofabitch!
And her husband, according to Nancy, was a beer-drinking jerk who didn't appreciate Elsa; obviously a rabbit-hump type who had wasted his semen until he could no longer come even close to feeding his beautiful wife's hungers. What a shame!
When Elsa came out of the bathroom, her pussy freshened, she saw him flat on his back in the middle of the bed, his half-rigid cock lying on his tanned belly, waiting for her cunt! As she wiggled to the side of the pad his prick was already stiffening! Ohhhhh, she had it for him.
I knew he was going to eat me, she thought. I can hardly wait for that! But I do need cock! I haven't straddled a man since long before I married Art. One guy told me I was pretty good up there, and I have to be very good for Dan! Oh, he's too much!
"Say," he grinned, his eyes sliding up and down her figure. "Want to pose and wiggle a little for me?"
She laughed. "But you promised me I could top-ride, honey!"
"Oh, you will," he chuckled. "Come on, twitch around for me, huh?"
No one ever asked me to do that, she thought, shivering. The girls in my books do! That's part of a man's pleasure, girl-watching. I usually have them in very thin panties. Next time I'll wear some and tease him out of his mind!
Trembling, she moved closer to the bed and spread her legs, arching her swollen cunt toward him. She placed her hands behind her head, curving her tits away out; she undulated her ass and executed several coital thrusts. Ohhhhh, it was fun! His cock reacted, it was big and hard again! But it was torture, waiting and waiting! She had had so little prick.
"Like my pussy?" she giggled, opening her thighs farther.
"Sexier than hell," he grinned. "You'd look good in a bikini."
"Hell, I don't even own one," she breathed; "I love to swim, but he never takes me to the beach ... he can't swim a lick..."
"Maybe we can find a beach on Sunday," he said.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she breathed. "If you don't poop me clear out tonight!"
"I doubt that," he chuckled.
She turned and wiggled back and forth beside the bed, her cunt leaking more juice. His eyes gleamed, he raised his hips invitingly. She was turning on and ON! Her nipples were stiff, her clit was stiff, her legs were turning weak.
Suddenly she could bear it no longer! She ran to the bed and climbed swiftly above him, a knee on each side of his hips, her ass resting on his muscular closed legs right next to his big, hairy nuts. He had teased her out of her mind, and now it was her turn! If she somehow could control her lust-wait just a while longer for his cock.
"Take all the time you want sweetie," he smiled, his hands rising toward her swollen, tumid breasts. "Have a good time."
"Oh, I will, I will!" she gasped. She remembered a thing one of her heroines had done in a lurid sex scene with an older, experienced lover. She had actually tried it with only one guy, before she had met Art, and he had become so excited he had squirted across his belly!
Well, Dan had control, masterful control. No worries there! She shuddered and slid her cunt forward until her cock-starved labia nestled against the root of Dan's big, rigid penis. She placed a hand on each side of him, fitting her titties into his cupping palms. Tipping her pelvis, she fastened her drippy labia to his cockshaft, her clit touching the vibrant underswell, and wiggled her ass!
Stinging blades of excitement fanned out through her loins, her clit tensed and seemed to grow even longer! The feel of her thighs hugging his hips and ribs, the sweet closeness, the tingling ache in her cunt, started her orgasm!
Panting, she tried to drag it out, but she was too far along! The heaven just had to pulse from her cunt! She flattened her twitching cunt lips to his meat and rocked her butt swiftly.
"OH, ohhhhhh, OHHHHHH!" she moaned, shaking the bed with her lusty hunches. "OHHH, here it CUMMMMMMMSSSS!" .
He squeezed her tits, his hips raised suggestively-she saw the big knob right against his belly, between her jiggling, spread-apart thighs-and her clit began to shoot hot honey at his cock! Her inner vagina tightened, as if his prick was already IN! Her head swung back, the room spun around her-her love-gun was spitting a whole salvo of sugary bullets, and she yelled her delight!
"OHHH ... OHH, OH, OHHH ... NOWW-WWW!"
Dan felt the delicious, swift throbs of her cum-joy against his tensing prick, the squeeze of her fine, firm thighs against his body, the hard wrenches of her joy, and he held her tits firmly while she jiggled and strained through her orgasm. Beautiful ass movements, wild and abandoned. like a good girl should, she was humping with the cadence of her breaking pleasure, rocking her ass as if she already had his prick soaked up tight in her fine, snug cunt.
He liked the way she expressed herself with words, too. She let it all come out. She was a lively young animal feasting on her kill, her face twisted with her thrall, her nipples trying to dagger through his palms. Terrific! The last slow, hard spasms of her crotch and cunt shook her whole beautiful body, ending her cum with eager little humps-vivid and abandoned.
As the after-waves of her joy trembled her cunt, legs and titties, she slumped forward. He removed his hands from her breasts and hugged her down close. Juice from her pussy laved his belly-the whole underside of his cock. She panted happily against his throat.
"Ohhhh, God! It gets better and better, honey I"
"Great!" he murmured, caressing her shivery ass, teasing her anus again. It twitched a response. Her cunt fluttered! One of these days he would have a finger in her backside and maybe later, his cock. Yeahhhh. He couldn't expect to have it all the first date.
"OHH, I wanted it IN!" she breathed.
"Well, it's your playtime," he chuckled.
"I'll get it up in there next time," she breathed, rotating her ass, uphunching against his finger, which was still touching her anus. But she hunched down again; her cunt was still the center of her pleasure. She couldn't lie still-sliding her expanded pussy toward the head of his prick, her shivers were more dramatic.
"Rest a minute, sweetie," he said.
"Oh, you devil! I thought I could tease you, but you make me cum too fast!"
"Have all of them you want, sexy."
"MMMMM!" she breathed, kissing his throat, scooting her cunt forward until it was against his cockhead. Rest was out of the question for her, she hadn't heard him!-she was obsessed with his cock, his maleness. She had no idea just how delightful she really was. She had topped a cock before, had probably played around some before marriage; had everything to entice a man, and at seventeen or eighteen would have been something to see. She still was, and had developed, and had a ripe maturity and a fine youthfulness-all blended together.
Suddenly she raised up, balanced herself on her Knees and left arm-reached down to his prick and steered the knob to her drippy, shivery cunt-hole. As it oozed snugly up into her twitching cunt she moaning wildly, driving his glans to the very depths of her pussy! Beautiful!
Her thighs settled back against his sideshe held her titties again, and a look of joyful triumph touched her flushed, excited face.
"Ohhh, it's been years!" she gasped, starting to rock her ass. "Oh, but I never had so much prick! I love it!"
"Take your time, Elsa. Have your fun."
Elsa shook wildly. Her dream was true, she had his big, hard cock right up where she needed it most-could wiggle and slide and play with her need to the very limit! The rest, the playing and teasing-had been utterly delightful, but this was where it was really AT! Cock in cunt-big cock in her twitching cunt.
"I'm going to stay up here the rest of the night, honey!" she gasped.
He smiled, cupping her tender, swollen titties. Again she was astonished by the size of her breasts. He made them simply huge! They had never been so sensitive, her nipples so expanded! The peaks were flushed and pinked in a new, exciting way, her aureola were minor puffs of tumid awareness. He knew more about fondling a pair of boobies than any man she had ever been with. Just like he knew more about cunt than any other man, too.
Carefully, she hunched and rested, savoring the sweet, tingly rise of her passion, the delicious fluttering of her vagina, filled to the limit with virile flesh, beautifully knobbed. The glans was nudging the opening of her womb again! She knew she could twist her pelvis into a different position and squeeze his cockhead into her cervical passage any time she chose to. But it was very tender-she knew it would take practice, she was still a virgin there.
If the primitive tribeswomen could do it, she could make it, too! His cock was long enough. She had another virgin hole, too-her anus. It was sensitive-it was awakening to him-she could learn to love a finger up there, and maybe someday his cock! Ohhhh, there was so much to look forward to! His tongue in her cunt ... her mouth around his prick ... a lovely sixty-nine ... titties rolling on his cock ... new positions ... wearing bikinis and sexy panties for him ... miniskirts and tight sweaters ... rubbing her hot pussy all over him ... cumming and cumming!
"OHHH!" she breathed, pausing again.
"That's the way, tease yourself," he chuckled.
"Ohhh, I can hardly wait!" she gasped. Her cunt was so close to going off she was in a sweet daze. "Your cock is so big, honey!"
"Well, pick your own time, sweetie." He flexed his prick and she shuddered, her clit hardened with erotic anticipation. Her pussy twitched an answer. She hunched carefully two more times-quaked-her pleasure quickened, trying to delay it just a little longer, but it was impossible! The stream of her need flowed richly through her loins, her nipples poked out fat and hard, her thighs jerked against his body. She waited just a few more heartbeats, and then she had to move her ass!
The pounds of her fun were like cannon-shots in her cunt! She heaved and lunged at his cockhunching very fast, trying to catch up with the swift surges of her cum! OHHH, she was cumming big, big, BIG! Her cunt convulsed around his cock-her anus twitched again, her cunt lips squished into his nuts and she yelled!
"NNNOWWW ... OH, OH, OHHHH!"
The sweet pulsating flesh of her cunny gripped his cock with furious clampings! It was better than the last one, it was better than any she had ever known! She was blowing her cunt at his cock-riding it like a wild woman! The creak of the bedsprings was sweet music to her senses!
She gripped his extended arms-head swung back-she could feel her face contorting in her love-thrall and the last throbs of her cunt sucked another shout from her throat!
"OHH, OHHH, OHHHH , , , HONEY!"
Wave after honeyed wave of relief flooded her twitching, convulsing cunt! The float down from her peak was simply heaven! She fell forward, bedding her tits into his chest again, her arms, thighs and shoulders jerking in cadence with the rich, searching throbs of her achy relief. The little after-tightening of her cunt amazed her-they were better than any she could remember-her head was spinning-she was afraid she was going to faint...
"OHH, ohhhh, ohhhh!" she panted, softening above him, squirming her ass and breasts-trying to push herself even closer. The rub of her nipples on his chest-the feel of her titties hugging him tightly-the shiver of her thigh-flesh of his sides ... ohhhh, it was so neat, so very lovely!
"Great, great!" he breathed in her hair, patting her ass. "Fine active girl! You're very good up there."
"MMMM!" she whispered. "I want to be the best you ever had, honey!"
He chuckled. "You just keep trying."
"Ohhh, you devil! Is my cunt really good for you, honey?"
"I like the way it moves on my cock, blondie."
She trembled and more tears welled from her eyes. She couldn't help them. Nothing so deep and true could be just a sex exercise-it was reaching farther into her being than that. It was love and she wasn't ashamed of it. . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Elsa woke slowly, dreamily-her pussy tingling. It was Saturday morning, she had slept much later than usual-because she hadn't come home until after two in the morning. Even at that, she had arrived before Art, and now she was aware of his blubbery snoring-the stink of his beer breath in the too-small bedroom.
Her cozy fantasy about Dan, his big cock sliding in her eager cunt, was rudely shattered. She was back home, and what a hell of a letdown.
Oh, I never had such a night in my life, she thought, her clit aching. Dan made me cum seventeen times! I still can't believe it! I'm sure I could have done even better, but I wanted to be home before Art showed. God! I went off so hard!
Art groaned and muttered in his sleep, reaching his hand out for her crotch, and she shuddered with revulsion. She slid away from him out of bed and found a robe in the closet. He didn't awaken. She moved out into the living room and sat down in the only easy chair they had. The arms of it were frayed.
Art isn't going to give me another one of those rabbit fucks, she thought. I'm going to leave him! Dan said I could move in with him on Monday! He has some things to take care of-probably another girl!
She hated the idea of living with a man-it might be messy, but Seattle was a big city, no one really cared who lived with whom. Dan's house was miles from the apartment, in a better area of the metropolis. If she was careful, Art would never even find her!
In spite of her drab surroundings, the day had a bright sparkle, the sun was shining outside, you could hear a few sparrows around the eaves of the apartment building-even they sounded good. It was spring and Elsa was in love!
She stretched her legs, feeling a few muscle twinges, a bit of an ache in her crotch, but what a wonderful sensation-being sore from wild, strenuous lovemaking! Her pussy was wet-clitoris was rising-her nipples in the thin nightie were poking out. She knew she could write up a storm today; Elsa looked over at her small work table and typewriter and realized she would be glad when Art was out of the house-tinkering with the old, antique Ford. She couldn't work with him in the apartment.
He had to get it shining just right. He was taking it to a show on Sunday afternoon, and that was when she would have her next date with Dan.
As soon as she could get away she was supposed to call him and arrange a pickup spot. It was cheap, but she had to do it! Soon there would be no sneaking around; she would move into his house. Ohhh, yes! Then they could fuck any time!
Elsa opened her robe and slid her right hand inside, under the hem of the nightie, and cupped her warming, tingling cunt. It was amazing! After all of her orgasms with her big lover, she was ready for more, now! The memory of the night before was so vivid she shuddered.
Art's continuing snores reassured her. She did have to have one! While she wasn't dreaming about Dan, she could think about some of the scenes that were going to be in her new book.
One was very important. It concerned her first screw at the age of fourteen. She had already done the sequence about how she had "discovered" her pussy, her first tingling orgasm. When she was halfway turned on, like this her imagination really worked overtime.
She had been a sophomore at Lincoln High, the captain of the baseball team, Dave Eller, had driven her out to a parking place in his new hotrod. Her mother had prepared her with contraceptive jelly...
His left arm tightened around her shoulders, his right hand lifted to her low-cut blouse-she turned her head for his kiss. They were in the back seat, spring was in the air, and the hungry way his mouth opened against her eager lips made her shiver. Girlish giggles and laughter from other parked cars heightened her excitement. She wasn't the only girl getting played with. She wound her arms around his neck and stabbed her tongue across his.
She had been kissed before several times, but never like this! It was as good as she had expected, maybe even a little better. She felt her miniskirt slide back to her hips and pressed her right leg into his left leg. His fingers fumbled with her blouse, he shuddered again.
The story around school was that Dave knew something about fucking; he had been dating one of the pom-pom chicks and a few other cuties. He was supposed to have a good-sized prick! He was a senior and nearly eighteen. He was going to college on a baseball scholarship, and was a big man around Lincoln High-and wanted some young blonde pussy.
As her blouse finally opened, he slid his fingers around her left tittle in the thin bikini bra-she reached over and pressed her hand on his basket. He trembled, seeming surprised at her boldness. Oh, he did have a lot of cock inside his pants; it was up along his belly.
She had never touched a prick. The whole idea was simply wild and groovy!
"Yeahhhh," he muttered, against her eager lips.
She giggled and squirmed her ass on the seat. "Play with mine, honey!"
Before he had picked her up, after a night game he had won as pitcher-she had slipped into a can and squeezed some jelly up into her cunt. She felt very confident! She wanted her cherry busted, she had saved it long enough! Olga was smart, she knew her daughter would be putting out, and they wanted to be safe. She had been twitching her ass at Dave for weeks, and he was finally going for the bait!
He dropped his hand from her titties, down to her crotch. She spread her bare thighs and up-curved her pussy in the thin bikini panties. Thrill, thrill! It was much better than when she touched her pussy and made it cum! She wasn't playing with herself quite as often as she had at twelve, but she was having better sensations-cumming harder!
"Mmmmm . . good!" she giggled, reaching for the zipper on his pants.
"Jeeeesus, you really got it, baby!" he breathed.
She remembered some of the sexy conversations she had heard around school from the older chicks who were putting out, or claimed they were. A few carried their own condoms. Well, she wanted the real thing-hot prick burning in her virginal cunt.
"...I make him pull it out just before he cums
"Fun!" said another girl. "He shot it all over the blanket!"
"Did you make the scene, honey?" Giggle, giggle.
"Oh, sure, honey! I had him play with it. Heavy!"
Well, she could be a swinging chick, too. Her pussy really tingled-her panties were getting moist. She was wild to get his cock out! The zipper came down, she reached her trembling fingers inside and he groaned, his hand pressed very hard against her uptilted cunt.
"Ughhhh!" he muttered thickly. His hips raised-a shudder went along his body and just as she worked her fingers inside his briefs and touched her very first hot, rigid cock-she felt it tense and throb! He was cumming off already!
"Ohhhhhh, cum!" she breathed, gripping his cockshaft. His ass bucked. Oh, cool! She was sexy enough to bring his fun load!
"Shiiiit!" he groaned. She felt a lot of slick, thick cream on her fingers-his butt went up and down a few times, he held her pussy-curve very tightly. More juice was oozing from her cunt into her panties.
He relaxed, breathing hard. "You little cock-teaser ! "
She giggled. "Get my panties off and I'll show you, stud!"
"Jeeeesus, you talk wild, baby..."
"Oh, you want a nicey-nice chick?" she gurgled, finally working his slickened prick out of the gaping front of his pants. "You want me to fight and say I don't want it?"
"Shit, no!" he breathed. He fumbled out a handkerchief and she wiped some of the goo from his still-rigid prick. In the dim light it looked terrific! At least six inches of what a girl needed most! She was turning on big! Her cunt really ached-her titties were swelling way out. Holding her first penis was really cool! She could see how some chicks got knocked up-the craving was just unbearable! She had a strong impulse to run to the bushes and play herself into a climax.
He still seemed rather stunned-he wasn't taking her panties off, so she reluctantly drew her fingers from his cock and skinned the briefs down from her ass, along her legs.
"Get your pants down, honey," she giggled. "Come on!"
He muttered under his breath, unfastening his pants. As she watched them lower, along with his briefs, she spread her thighs and stretched out on the seat. She wished the damned light was better! Her parents had their fun with lamps burning in the bedroom; she just wished she could watch them some time instead of just listening.
Suddenly Dave was crawling above her, breathing hard again. She reached down and gripped his cock, guiding it to her eager, virginal cunt! She had expected more finesse-he hadn't been around much, after all!
"Easy," she breathed. "I got a cherry up in there!"
"Shiiit!" he muttered thickly. She could tell he was startled and excited by her words. She had read a lot of racy stories recently-she wanted to be as sexy as possible.
His knob touched her pussy-she felt her labia spread around it, and she whimpered with excitement. She couldn't believe how good it was! She had been wasting time, but she was sure going to catch up. Her mother understood; Olga had confided in her enough to admit that she had got her first screw at thirteen! Saving a maidenhead wasn't the tradition of Olga's family. A pussy was to use and enjoy!
A girl just had to take precautions. Oh, her mother was just wonderful!
Dave groaned and tried to push in swiftly, but Elsa kept her hand on his prick, letting it IN easy ... He shuddered, and tried again. As her eager cunt opened up a little, she finally let go of his cock and raised her ass. This was it! The big moment in a girl's life!
The sweet glide of his prick against her hymen caused hardly any pain at all! A little tearing sensation, a wince of discomfort and then she was getting the cock, hard and slick and sexy!
"Ohhhh!" she cried, hunching up wildly. She jacked her thighs away back, his prick went deep and he began to fuck! He shook like a stud in heat, he drove and drove and suddenly she felt the throb of his meat!
"UGHH!" he panted harshly. "Shiiiit!"
The vivid, hot drag of her need along her thighs-a sweet faint twitch of her inner cunt, sucked a cry from her lips. Her ass went up and down as if she had known all the time how to fuck! The tensing and pulsing of his cumming cock brought her fun! Her whole crotch exploded! His last bucks, the feel of her flesh around a sliding cock, soared her mind. This was what it was all about. She was getting her gun on her very first try! She was cumming on her first fuck!
She knew some chicks didn't make the scene right away, she had heard them complaining about how the guys never screwed long enough. But she was doing her thing, and it was the best thing in the whole wide world!
"Ughhhh!" he muttered, slowing his strokes, finally resting in the cradle of her twitching thighs. "Jeeeesus!"
"Good pussy, huh?" she giggled.
"Yeahhhhh! You didn't try to take it out! I went off in you!"
"Hell, I got protection, stud," she giggled. "Wouldn't want to spoil a nice screw!"
"Baby, you're something else," he muttered. He started to lift away.
She grabbed him with her arms and legs. "Ohh, leave it IN, honey! Fuck me again, please!"
He shuddered. His cock was still hard. Adjusting his legs and arms a little, he began to fuck...
Elsa returned to the present, her cunt wet, her breasts well-swollen in her clinging nightie. Now, if she could just write it that vividly! The thing with Dan would inspire her. She had new confidence because she had a lover with a big wonderful prick that hadn't spurted even on her last wild climax! Amazing!
She spread her robe-swung her thighs far apart-lifted her achy breasts out of the top of her nightie and began to have her Saturday morning fun time. Art was still snoring-he would probably sleep in drunken deadness for at least another hour. She wouldn't have to dream about a football star or a movie hero-she would have a delicious fantasy about Dan!
Then another memory intruded. She recalled the first time Art had made it with her. Well, that would be in the book, too. She had to tell it all-make it very real-or no publisher would go for her big effort.
She had been nineteen then, Art had seemed like a real winner-a good job in a big shop, bringing in better-than-average money, six years her senior. That he drank quite a bit, even then, hadn't seemed important. Even Olga and Erik had liked him. But up until the engagement she hadn't let him get his cock in her cunt-had pretended to be a virgin-acting real innocent and naive.
Finally, after she received the ring, she had let him take her to a motel. Olga had helped, too. She had given Elsa a little vial of red-colored water in a tiny bottle and told her when to use it, a trick some Swedish girls used when they wanted a lover to believe he was getting a virgin.
Olga knew how many boyfriends Elsa had had, that she had fucked at least a dozen different guys. And since it was obvious Art believed he was getting what no one else had, and expected it-Elsa had been delighted by her mother's suggestion.
In the dimly lighted motel unit, she had modestly undressed in the bathroom, and when she had come out in a thin nightie to a very excited Arthur, and just before she had slipped under the covers, she had pushed the nose of the vial of colored water far up in her cunt and squeezed out the contents.
She was sure that would make a very interesting segment of her book! And now Art would never get a chance to read it-not that he ever read anything except motor manuals and very filthy girlie magazines. The crude jokes in them curled Elsa's stomach. He truly had the mind of a twelve-year-old. And it had taken her years to find it out.
When Art had crawled between her legs, she had spread out hesitantly and she had whimpered realistically, wincing as his cock snugged into her untwitching cunt. She knew better than to tighten it! But he had been so stupid about a vagina, he had never expected to puncture her hymen-she had put on such a show but he had never known the difference.
About five strokes and he had blown in her cunt. She had held back until he got it in her again, then began to come up on it. After his first trip to the bathroom she knew the colored water had convinced him! He thought he had maidenhead blood on his prick! On his third quick, eager cum she had let herself reach an orgasm. That had been a great convincer, too!
He had fucked and fucked until he was completely pooped, like a dog! She had sneaked several climaxes, because during the engagement she had nearly gone crazy waiting for prick. Before he was finally finished-before he dropped off asleep, she had got her gun off four times.
Well, the first years had been pretty good. He had been after her pussy all the time, she had gradually let her true sensual nature show, being able to cum seven or eight times while he was cumming twice. His straining and humping for the last one made the fuck last at least half an hour.
Then he had started dragging his ass around, showing up late for work, drinking more. She had tried to slow him down, but he kept wasting his semen as if it was an endless supply. And now, at thirty, he was still trigger-happy, but he could get a hard-on only about once .a week, or less!
Now, to dream about Dan! Elsa was sick of even thinking one moment about her husband. She realized what a really poor fuck Art was! And he wasn't going to get at her again, ever! She would move out, find an apartment. She had a little money saved back from her book sales, an account he knew nothing about. But living with Dan would be much better! They were going-to work out the details on Sunday.
She uptilted her restless cunt and began to play with it, closing her eyes, imagining Dan was using his expert fingers on her clit and urethra and inner vagina. A good sleep had put her in top shape again ... like a drug addict-the more sex she got the more she craved.
Oh, her cunt wasn't all puffed out the way HE made it, but her clit was very tender-nipples were stiffening-the thrills were very sweet! She wished she had her vibrating dildo, but if she went back in the bedroom Art might wake up and spoil the whole lovely thing.
He never did eat me, she thought deliciously. I was so busy riding his beautiful prick we ran out of time! Something else to look forward to! My anus is getting more sensitive, too. I do want his finger in there next time! And maybe his big prickhead up in my cervix! I couldn't make it last night, but I will, I will!
Slowly she caressed her swelling titties, watching the nipples peak out while she gently pressed the tender flesh on each side of her clitoris. Time to practice some more cunt-tightening, too! Ohh, he loved that! He says my cunt is as active as a woman twice my age! Ohhh, I'm going to cum real good this morning! Maybe two or three! I have to keep it all tuned for fun! Good sex is a very physical thing, two people have to know all the little tender zones, and he sure knows mine!
Leaving her clit for a moment she pushed her longest finger into her tingling, dripping cunt and clenched the muscles. Oh! They were a little sore, like the leg and pelvis areas-but the sensations were dreamy good! She needed a lot of fucking to get broken in for her big, hard-pricked lover. The more the better!
She placed her thumb on her clit-ridge and rubbed the tender stiff covered area. The exposed head began to swell and sting-the thrills that chased through her pelvis reminded her of the riot HE had awakened in her cunt. She stroked her lengthening, tumid nipples and hunched her ass. Ohhhh, there was another little half-pain! She had really strained herself while topping his prick!
She tightened her cuntal membranes again, again! The dreamy sweet thrills almost made her cry out! Ohhh, she was going to blow a real big one! Having such lovely memories from the night before made her need more urgent-her thrills satisfyingly sharper. HE had awakened her whole being to a new kind of responsiveness.
Oh, I can't wait much longer! she thought, coasting along the rim of her orgasm. In and out, ohhh! In and out, hunch! Ohhhh! Another little nag of pain, but she had to keep going! She joined her first finger with her middle finger. Things were kind of crowded in her cunt, but having it filled better increased the sensations.
Almost! Ohhh, just a few more seconds of waiting ! Build the suspense! Her thighs quivered, her anus tightened, her nipples poked out farther. OHHH, now! It had to be NOW! The charge in her cunt was like a boiler ready to blow, and suddenly she could wait no longer. The first hard, wrenching nuances of her orgasm twisted her loins. She bucked furiously on her two fingers, feeling her cunt juice flow out on her palm.
Dan seemed to be playing with her cunt, his finger seemed to be sliding inside, and her fun was ripping from her crotch, beat after wonderful beat! Her quick ass lifts creaked the chair as the sweet wrenches of her relief washed her achy, muscle-sore crotch.
"Ohhhh!" she breathed. "Ohhhh ... OH!"
The twinges of her aftermath were almost as good as those Dan brought from her body! Having a real man make love to her made her tickle-cums even sweeter, her whole being was more alive and sensual!
A sudden sound snapped her eyes open. Art stood in the bedroom doorway, staring pale-faced at her crotch, at her hand on her cunt, the other on her swollen breasts!
"Why you damned bitch!" he growled. "Playin' with your cunt!"
She had been so involved with her fun she had finally been caught in the act ... She started to cover herself-and didn't. A horrible rage seized her; she drew her hand from her drippy cunt and arched it toward him.
"Yes, because you sure never did, you damned jackrabbit and your quickie fucks!"
His eyes blazed, his hands clenched, but he failed to move toward her. He shook his head, dazedly. For a minute he was stunned by her words.
"Writin' those fuck books an' playin' with your cunt," he sneered. "I mighta known it..."
She stood up and blazed back. "You never did take the time to see what kind of a girl I really am, Art. You wore yourself out in a few years, and turned into a drunk." She sighed, the twinges of her pleasure all gone. "I'm moving out."
"Yeah, good idea," he muttered, turning back into the bedroom. "Where you gonna get the money?"
"I'll worry about that. Now you can go back to jacking your cock!"
"Ah, fuck you!" he snarled, closing the door.
By early evening Elsa had her things in a small basement apartment of an older working-man's hotel-three rooms and no view, but it had been available and the rent was very reasonable. Nancy had helped her, using the Smith car. Nancy had also loaned Elsa the necessary money until the bank opened on Monday.
She had rented it for a week. By that time she hoped to be moving in with Dan! She had called him, but there had been no answer. She was dying to see him. She had cut the ties at home, and regardless of what happened she felt a certain deep relief!
"Well, this isn't so bad," Nancy said, looking around the cramped living room at the rather old-fashioned furniture. "Honey, don't tell Earl about last night..."
"Hell, no," Elsa smiled. She sipped the beer she had brought along from home, along with a few other things she could use in the tiny kitchenette. "I haven't had time to ask you. Was it fun?"
"You know it!" Nancy exclaimed. "Steve wants to date me again. I got a little at home this morning, too!"
Elsa giggled. "Goody for you. Funny thing, I had a hot pussy, too. But Art sure didn't get the job done."
They both laughed.
"Are you and Dan really heavy?" Nancy asked, slyly.
"Oh, yes!" Elsa exclaimed. "He really knows how to work a girl over."
"Well, you sure did a lot of yelling, honey," Nancy giggled. She finished her can of beer and stood up. "You sure you're going to be okay?"
"I wish to hell I'd left him a long time ago," Elsa said, and she meant it.
"If you get the blues, call me, honey," Nancy said. "Say, what the hell made Art so raving mad? Did you turn him down?"
Elsa flushed. "He caught me playing with my pussy..."
"Well, if he was any kind of a man, you never would have had to, honey," Nancy said, winking. "I'll have to tell you something I never had the nerve to before. Earl said the last time those two went to an old car show, at Tacoma-Art latched onto an old beer parlor bag and stayed all night with her."
Elsa trembled. But somehow she felt no jealousy, only a kind of disgust. I'm glad I got out when I did, she thought. Screw him! I've found a real man!
"Sounds like him," Elsa said.
Nancy giggled. "Say, when you get settled in with Dan, we should have another party, huh?"
"Might be a good idea," Elsa said.
After Nancy was gone, Elsa took a shower in the cramped bathroom and arranged her small work table and typewriter and books. When she was upset she could work it out by writing-it was a kind of therapy for her. Escape from reality.
Before she settled down with fresh coffee and a new feeling of glorious freedom, she got the desk clerk on the phone and tried Dan's number again. Still no answer.
Oh, I hope he isn't out with some other chick, she thought, shivering. He doesn't work on Saturdays. I just know he has a girl friend or two. I can't blame him, he'd have no trouble finding them.
* * *
"Say, you're acting kind of standoffish, honey," Sally Evers said to Dan Upton.
When he had returned from a shopping trip at six her car had been in the driveway-she had come on into the house, knowing where the key was hidden, and now she was sprawled out on his sofa, wearing a snug pale green pants suit-all gussied up. They had a date to go out.
He grinned and swung down at her right, trying to think of a good gambit that would ease her out of his life without too much fuss. All day he had been able to think of only one girl-Elsa. They had a big date for Sunday afternoon; his cock tingled every time he remembered her fine snug cunt and her beautiful titties-her fine good humor-her youth...
But she had to untangle herself from her husband-that might take time. If her hubby didn't go to the antique car show, he wouldn't even see her the next day. He had waited around home until nearly two in the afternoon, and no call. It was just possible she never would call!
Shit! he thought. I'm forty-five, she's only twenty-four. She's probably doing some second thinking. Bedroom promises sometimes don't mean too much. I'm broke, almost flat on my ass.
Even as aggressive as she was, Sally enjoyed her fucking-he would hate to lose it if the thing with Elsa petered out. That she hadn't called made him uneasy, uncertain. They had agreed he shouldn't call her...
He slid his left arm around Sally's shoulders and dropped his right hand down between her long, slender shanks. Her green eyes searched his, she held her mouth over for a kiss.
"That's better," she breathed, her tongue flirting between her full, shapely lips. "You know, it's been too long since you had that nice big prick in my cunt, honey."
Somehow her bold talk didn't excite him the way it usually did. He was noticing faint age lines on her throat, around her mouth and eyes ... Compared with Elsa's youthful fullness and aura of total femininity, Sally now seemed a little pale and brittle. She moved her right arm around his neck and snaked her left hand to his basket. Their mouths touched-her tongue leaped into his throat her lips squirmed against his. Her fingers pressed into his slowly swelling prick-lump.
Some of her passion was put-on, she did a lot of acting in the bedroom. She was too damned sure of herself-positive she was going to move in with him and start redecorating the house ... She had talked to a lawyer about Anna, and learned that if a judge signed the right papers-which would cost a bundle-he would be able to legally divorce his wife.
He pressed her cunt-mound and let her stroke her tongue while she fondled his crotch. It wasn't the same. His cock wasn't getting up as it had before when she started her sex play.
She hunched on his hand and broke the kiss.
"Hey, you need a drink, honey," she giggled. "Have a bad day?"
I had a hell of a night, he thought. And I woke up with a hard-on this morning, dreaming about Elsa. I don't believe I can fuck this redhead. I have to tell her now, get the damned thing over with.
"Look, Sally, things have happened..."
Her eyes narrowed, her fingers stopped moving on his basket. "Another chick, huh?"
"Yes," he said, firmly. "Time to break this thing up."
Her eyes blazed-she started to snap at him and then her expression changed. A cleverness came into her manner. She wasn't going to give up that easy-as he had feared. Breaking up an affair could get a bit messy, as he had learned before. Sonofabitch!
He wanted one real woman-then he wouldn't have to go through this crappy business anymore.
"Okay," she smiled. "Maybe I can get some on the side myself, if that's the way you want it. . . "
Elsa got off the interurban bus and began walking toward Dan's house. It was seven o'clock. She had been unable to write much, after all. She was all tied up in knots-needed Dan to unwind her nerves! She had put on her best frock-fixed her hair and eyes and mouth-her only good pair of nylons-best shoes-added to her confidence.
I'll surprise him, she thought, her pussy tingling. I need him so much I'm just one big hot ache! I almost played with myself again. All I can think about is his big, wonderful prick sliding in my cunt!
As she turned the next corner, ignoring wolf whistles from two college-age guys lounging on a porch, she spotted his house where they had had so much loving fun, and she felt an awful shock. His car was in the driveway, all right, but another car was right ahead of it-red and flashy. He had company, and ten to one it was female company...
She hesitated. Of course, the car could belong to a working friend of Dan's-an acquaintance. Maybe if she waited awhile the other person would leave. Gripping her handbag, she walked back down the street. There were no cafes or drug stores nearby-it was all residential area here.
As she passed the house where the two young men still sat on the front porch steps, they whistled again. A little flirting wouldn't hurt her. It would kill some time. She stopped and turned in, smiling.
"Hey, where did you come from, dream-boat?" the older, dark youth grinned, standing up. He was about her own age, quite good looking. The other one wore glasses and didn't appeal to her at all.
"Just out for a walk," she said. "I'm new around here."
"Well, hell," the tall dark one said, obviously pleased with her appearance. She had removed her rings. "Take a chair and let's get acquainted. I'm Everett Sampson, this is my buddy..."
"I'll see you later," the one with the glasses said. He moved to his feet and walked to a hotrod that sat at the curb behind a fairly new sleek sports car. He drove off with a roar of pipes.
Elsa took the lawn chair Everett offered her and he sat down in another one at her left. Oh, it was thrilling to be admired-even though she was waiting for Dan's visitor to clear out.
In a moment they were talking as if they had known each other for months. He was a senior at Washington University-his parents lived in Spokane, he was living with an aunt while going to school. The house was hers-the red sports car was his. Elsa gave him her real name because she felt sure she would never see him again. She admitted that she did some writing and he seemed very interested. His dark eyes were bold, and she didn't resent his glances at her titties and legs. He was smooth.
"And you're married," he said, letting his tightly trousered legs spread open. He had a good lump. She jerked her eyes away, flushing.
"I am, but it's all over," she smiled. "I have a place of my own."
"Interesting," he grinned. "And a big boyfriend, no doubt..."
"Oh, maybe," she giggled. "And you have coeds hanging around."
"Not built like you, Elsa," he chuckled. "Any chance of snagging a date?"
She had no intention of ever following through with it, but she smiled. It was just delicious to flirt a little. He did like her bod. She was getting some nice vibes from him, but that was only because thoughts of Dan had made her pussy hot and juicy.
"Maybe," she smiled again. She remembered a scene from one of her books. "I can call you if I start getting big ideas."
"Great!" he chuckled. "The number is listed under Thelma Zinn. Not many of those in the directory."
"See you soon," she smiled, rising from the lawn chair. "Hey, don't split yet. . . "
She walked away, giving him a little wave and a twitch of the ass. He laughed. A moment later he was out of sight and she moved quickly up the street toward Dan's house. The car was still there, damn it!
Trembling, she decided to visit him anyway. She had so much to tell him! She was away from Art-she was free-and needed his big, nice cock! As she approached the front door, remembering all the fun she had had inside-her clit began to stiffen. Ohhhh, she was really ready!
Just before she stepped off the grass, she heard voices coming through an opened front room window. The drapes were drawn ... And one voice was feminine!
"...come on, make my pussy good and hot, honey!" came a cozy, intimate giggle. "I'll make you forget that other broad ever lived!"
"I told you, Sally..."
Elsa felt a horrible shock; her ears rang, she turned and stumbled back across the lawn, biting her lip to try to hold back the tears.
Oh, damn him! she thought wildly. He's playing with another girl, he's forgotten me already! I knew he had other dames! Probably older and more experienced. Sally. I hate her like poison! I could kill her!
Blindly she walked along the street, taking an avenue that would lead her away from the house where she had talked to Everett Sampson.
Her whole world was falling into a shambles, she was cold and dead inside. A woman passing her on the sidewalk spoke in a friendly manner and Elsa couldn't answer. She was in a kind of ugly coma, the evening had no brightness. She wiped her eyes and saw a bus stop sign ahead. She rushed toward it and collapsed on the waiting bench, shaking with mingled hatred for Sally and awful disappointment with Dan...
An hour later she was back in her basement hideout. She crumpled down on the saggy sofa and burst into tears. Her sobs were harsh and terrible in her ears. She had never been so down in her whole life! All of her beautiful plans and hopes and dreams were shattered. She wasn't going to play second fiddle to any dame!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, I never figured you'd call me so soon, Elsa," Everett Sampson smiled.
She trembled, smiling back. They were in his sports car, moving toward the huge University campus area. It was nine-thirty. Elsa had spent a couple of horrid hours alone, and her anger at Dan had turned into an "I'll show him!" mood.
Doing any creative writing had been out of the question-she had hated until she was ashamed of herself, and then she had called Everett. What was good for the gander was good for the goose! Dan had his playmate for Saturday night, and now she had hers!
"Tonight I want to have fun," she giggled, sliding over close to her handsome young date.
He had said he was twenty-six;-he looked now more like around twenty-three, but that wasn't enough difference to worry about. His car and his clothes-his manner, said he had spending money-and she would forget all of her worries, and maybe have a good long fuck!
Nothing like lusty sex to ease her nerves. She simply wouldn't play with her cunt until she just had to! Real cock was so much more delightful! She had repaired her makeup-freshened her body and was ready for a good time. She wouldn't think about Dan.
"Oh, I like this," Elsa murmured against Everett's shoulder. They were dancing in The Palms, a night club decorated in Hawaiian style just, off the campus. Three strong drinks were making her dizzy-the music was strumming through her body-his young nearness was exciting her clitoris.
"Right on," Everett breathed in her hair.
He was very good for his age, no rushing, but it wasn't the way it had been with Dan! He could turn her on with a look, a touch. But the liquor was helping her situation. So much had happened since Friday afternoon when she had decided to go to a writer's meeting with Nancy-so very much!
She had found a new man, she had gone to bed with him and spent the most glorious evening of her life-she had been in love! Today she had left her husband-had discovered her new lover cheating, and here she was with still another man. Not a pickup, but very close to it. She had picked him up, really. But she was high and beyond caring. Elsa needed a good lusty fuck! Dan was probably screwing Sally right now, giving her that beautiful big cock, making her cum and cum...
Oh, I said I wouldn't think about him, she told herself. Damn! Maybe if I get Everett in bed I can start forgetting him. I must be a slut, in one bed, out of it and into another the next night!
She snugged her crotch into Everett's basket and pushed her achy breasts into his shirt-front.
"Let's go somewhere, honey," she breathed. Be bold, be mod. That was the way to have fun. That was the way to forget.
"Right!" he murmured, his arm tightening. He steered her through the pack of dancing couples, past a pretty topless waitress, and finally out through the door. On the way to his car, he patted her ass and she giggled. She rubbed her leg into his. She hadn't been so half-drunk for simply ages.
The motel rooms were plushy, at least to Elsa. A small vestibule, bathroom and a huge bedroom, a red sexy carpet. She hadn't been in a motel since her honeymoon with Arthur. It was horribly exciting! Her heroines got fucked in motels and imagine big bedrooms, and now it was her turn.
Everett's father owned a big Dodge agency in Spokane, so no wonder he had money to spend. He was majoring in business administration and would take the agency over the next year. His ease and confidence in handling the whole thing told her she wasn't the first chick he had bedded in a motel.
He locked the door, put on the chain and took her around the waist. She trembled, holding her mouth up for a kiss, arching her cunt inward. A first date, a first fuck. She was a pushover. His tongue eased into her mouth, her lips mashed against his, her nipples erected in her thin breast-covering she had bought for Dan. It was one of the sheer no-bra things the mod dames were wearing. D-cups barely contained her titties.
As his fingers pressed into her ass, she in-hunched again-spreading her thighs and letting him know she needed cock!
Their mouths came unlocked, he murmured in her hair. "Beautiful, baby."
"I got more where that came from, honey," she breathed, her clit aching sweetly in her moistened panties.
He lifted her skirt in back and caressed her ass in the sheer bikini panties, which she had also bought for Dan. Stop thinking about him! He's probably out dancing with Sally, or fucking her
"Yeahhhhh," he murmured, sliding his hand around beneath her dress to her crotch. He took her mouth again and guided her to the edge of the bed. His tongue stroked slowly, deliciously in her eager mouth. She hung on. His hand slipped between her nyloned thighs, moving inward to her cunt.
She raised it slowly, his fingers cupped it, he trembled. She hunched on his palm, wiggling her tongue across his. The thrills were sharper, she shivered again, appreciating his skill, his finesse. What a pig Art really was! She had a good, curvy bod and he acted like it didn't exist until he wanted to ram it in and pump out his beery lust.
No more! She was going to get fucked by a young, handsome college student, she was hungry for some squirts of hot jisim. Dan had not even gone off in her pussy...
I can chalk this up to "researching," she thought. I'll make those new fuck scenes very graphic!
Dan dropped the receiver of his telephone and cursed. He had finally called Elsa's apartment, receiving no answer. She had promised to call him and verify their date for Sunday. He almost wished now he hadn't kicked Sally Evers out. She had tried all of her sexy tricks and he hadn't given her what she wanted. She was madder than hell.
Elsa was probably out with her husband. Sonofabitch. He had been so sure Elsa would contact him he had stayed at home all afternoon and evening. It was ten o'clock now. He hadn't been dateless on Saturday night for a long time, not that he really needed pussy that much. He wanted a very special pussy and mouth and titties and fine, long plump legs-Elsa's.
Feeling beat, he went into the living room and turned on the TV. Too late to call any of his old girl friends tonight. He had a cold, hollow sensation in his guts; somewhere along the line he had made a mistake with Elsa, he had presumed too much. He probably was to old for her...
When Elsa came out of the bathroom in her panties, bra and long nylons, Everett was lying on the wide bed, naked. The lights were dimmed slightly, he was turned in a way that hid his prick, but he had a nice, lean body. She had freshened her cunt, and was ready for her Saturday night pickup fun! To hell with everything else. She was still high on drinks and excitement. Her pussy was not all flushed and expanded the way Dan had made it, but there was still plenty of juice for good screwing!
She wiggled to the bed, arching her breasts out just the way her heroine did it. She lifted her arms, reached around behind her and unhooked the single bra strap. As the transparent cups eased from her boobies he stared and stared.
"Jeeesus," he breathed. "They really stand out there!"
"They need lots of playing, honey," she giggled, running to the bed and sliding down at his left. Oh, the mattress was luxurious, the sheets striped and sexy. Piped-in music played softly. He knew how to make things romantic.
But I'm not really turned on big, she thought. I need cock, but it's not like it was with Dan! Ohhh, hell! He's haunting me.
She half-turned and got her first glimpse of Everett's cock. It was stiff and big enough, at least six inches of meat. No foreskin, but the knob was wet, his nuts were thickly covered with dark hair. His man aroma reached her nerve-centers, she cuddled in close and opened her thighs.
"My pussy needs a lot of playing too," she giggled.
"Yeahhhh," he muttered. He cupped a tittie and slid his left arm beneath her head. Her nipple hardened, sweet tingles chased down to her crotch. His cockhead grazed her thigh-she writhed her ass and opened her lips, flicking her tongue between them. She realized she was acting a little, but it was still fun! She hoped he wouldn't play out too soon.
Now, to practice some of her bedroom conversation ploys. They helped her the way they helped the eager dames in her books!
"Like those topless waitresses, honey?" she giggled softly.
"They aren't in it with you, baby," he breathed, squeezing her tittie very hard. He was very excited.
"Mmmmm. I sure got a nice, hot hard-on," she whispered.
He trembled, he started to climb above her. Maybe she was overdoing it! "Oh, play me good first, honey!" she giggled. "Make my clit cum!"
"Yeahhhh," he muttered, his hand sliding down her belly to her crotch. "You're some talker..."
She giggled again and reached for his prick. As her fingers closed on its hot, tumid length, his hips incurved, his hand pressed her panties.
"Get inside where the action is, stud," she murmured, writhing.
He trembled again, his cock tensed, his hand went in where she wanted it, on her tender, swollen cunt. His middle finger slid smoothly into her moistened vagina-she felt a sweet surge of need. Ohhh, much smoother than Art, but not as practiced as Dan...
"Mmmmmm!" she breathed, hunching his digit ' in as far as it would go. She stroked his cock lightly, he was turning on faster, now. Maybe he was like some of her other pre-Arthur dates, he needed a cum to start his love-ball rolling. A man his age would have several loads, and getting the second or third one was where the pleasure was really at!
He moaned, his hips arched toward her again. He wasn't far from getting his gun off! Quickly, she let go of his prick and drew away far enough to skin out of her panties. She tossed them on the floor, giggled and spread her thighs. He muttered thickly and crawled between them.
"Oooh, don't cum yet, honey," she breathed, steering his prick to her uptilted cunt. He braced himself on arms and knees-he had been there before, and she fit her tender, wet cunt lips around his cockhead. The stinging, sweet contact drew a cry from her lips; she hunched away up, driving his prick in all the way!
Oh, God! she thought wildly. It isn't like Dan's big cock, but it's what I need! I've been dying for a cum ever since he took me in that night club and began to dance with me. And this is what he was after ever since he saw me this afternoon. My cunt.
"Ugghhh!" he moaned, driving his prick in again, again. He was trying to hold, he shuddered with the effort, but his face twisted, his hips jerked, his nuts pulled up against her cunt lips. His back arched, he was into his cum strokes! The swift, hard driving into her cunny touched her deeply.
The sweet throb of cock in her slick, twitching cunt drew her fun! She bucked upward, her thighs vibrated against his driving ass, she felt the first pounds of her cum. Just as he shuddered and bucked and squirted, her cunt answered with delicious twitching! It wasn't the kind of thorough clenching Dan ignited, but it was good, good! She was cumming on a new cock! She was having what girls needed, stiff prick and a spray of jisim!
"OHH, OH!" she panted, feeling him drop down on her, his chest against her heaving tits.
"Ohhhh, honey!"
"Uhhhh, uhhhh!" he moaned, still hunching. "Jeeeesus!"
The waves of relief in her crotch weren't as fierce as she had known, any kind of liquor dulled her responses, but it was better than when she played with her fun centers by herself. Much!
He softened, panting in her hair. His lithe body trembled, his hips moved to deepen his prick in her cunt. It was still hard!
"Like my cunt, honey?" she breathed.
"Man, that's good and tight, baby!"
She unhunched playfully and snugged her titties into his sweaty chest. She gave him a little encouraging cunt-tightening. He trembled, his prick flexed.
"Jeeesus!" he breathed. He was used to those dead-cunted coeds, with all the imagine decoration and clothes and makeup and no knowledge of what a man really needed-good active pussy!
"That's for taking me to such a nice place, honey," she giggled. But the truth dawned on her.
When I went off I dreamed I was cumming on Dan's prick, she thought. Ohhh, hell! I'm cheating, but maybe he is, too. He can get all the pussy around the University he wants. Those pill-liberated young twats really go after the cock. If I was a coed I'd be getting my share, too!
"You've got it, baby," he breathed.
Something about his voice, deep with appreciation, reminded her of Dan. She couldn't fight it anymore. She might as well have a good dream about her mature lover and enjoy it to the full!
"Mmmmm, nice," she giggled. "Better let me freshen up now. But you keep it good and hard for me, huh?"
He lifted reluctantly. But he drew his cock out and rolled over on his back. The cunt-wet shaft, creamy with white jisim, gave her a sparkly thrill. Being sexy enough to draw a man's cum-load was fun!
She slid from the bed and wiggled toward the bathroom. Some of the booze excitement was leaving her, she didn't feel quite as elated as before. The mancum and pussy juice oozing from her cunt wasn't the mixture she craved. She wanted to get Dan's gun. Sooner or later he had to explode !
But he's probably with another girl, damn him!
Dan's phone rang and he jumped out of the chair, nearly stumbled as he left the TV alcove. Maybe Elsa had finally made up her mind to get in touch. He snatched up the receiver and said "hello".
It was a soft feminine voice, but not the one he wanted to hear. Shit! Not Sally either.
"Dan, this is your neighbor, Rita Wood ... I need your advice on something. Could I drop over for just a minute?"
A slow grin touched his lips. Oh, yes. She liked to work in the lawn wearing shorts and halter, she was about thirty-eight, a plump, friendly brunette with a sensual look around the eyes and mouth. Her husband was a salesman, out of town a great deal.
He had visited with her across the fence a few times, they were on a first-name basis. They had no children, they were fairly new to the neighborhood. A friendly visit at ten-fifteen on Saturday night. Yeahhhh. Elsa had sure as hell stood him up; he thought about Rita's big billowy tits jiggling in her tight halters, her snug shorts well-filled with goodies, and his cockhead tingled. Why the fuck wait around for a phone call that would probably never come? "Sure," he said.
"Be right over, then," she answered brightly, her voice telling a lot more by its tone than her words. She was hungry.
A moment later he heard her tap on the back door and he let her in. She entered looking excited, her dark eyes inquisitive. She had never been inside his house. Shorts and halter again, but more decorative than usual, more like a bikini than anything else. She wore some kind of strong, seductive perfume.
"Well, I know you're in construction," she smiled breathily, walking ahead of him into the living room. He had dimmed the lights a bit. '"We're planning to fix up the rec room in the basement and I wanted to ask you a few things
She gazed around the living room, woman-like. "Pretty good for a bachelor!"
"I make out," he grinned, watching her fine, plump ass.
"I notice you have quite a few visitors," she giggled, taking a chair." Her plump, smooth thighs were open recklessly. Her eyes flicked to his basket and a faint flush touched her cheeks. She looked away quickly. The sensual ones always glanced at a man's crotch, he had seen it time after time. They tried to be so secretive and innocent about such gazing.
"Nice outfit," he grinned, looking at her big, sloping tits in the multi-colored halter. A fringe of lace ran around the borders; her shorts had the same kind of decoration.
"Well, thanks, Dan," she giggled. She blushed again.
"Let's have a neighborly drink, huh?" he said, winking. The niceties had to be observed, she didn't look like a pushover.
"Oh, I'd love one," she said, seeming more relaxed. "Cliff is in Olympia at a convention. Probably having a good time, if I know him!"
"Right," he grinned. "Lonely wife at home ... I enjoy you when you work in the yard."
"Oh, a girl-watcher, huh ? " she laughed. "Shame on you!"
He smiled and moved toward the kitchen. I wish to hell she was Elsa, he thought. She'd look terrific in a tight sexy outfit like Rita's. Fuck! Stop thinking about her. It's all over.
He returned with two strong highballs and she was sitting on his sofa, which made things much handier. She was all gussied up, lipstick and eye shadow, her black hair loose around her shoulders. Nice, smooth tan.
He dropped down at her right and handed her the amber-colored drink. Their fingers touched, her hand trembled a little. She lifted the glass to her full, ripe lips and caressed the rim with her tongue. Her dark eyes were hot, she was a little breathless.
She came over here for a fuck and I'm going to give her one, he thought, letting the message show in his look. She winked slyly, sipped her highball. Her eyes answered. I'm ready when you are, stud. I need it!
"About that construction," he grinned. "I like yours more all the time."
She moved closer, her soft, smooth shoulder touching his-her tits arching out just a trifle. He could see the nipples against the tight hug of the imagine halter. Her tongue flirted with the glass-rim again.
"Why don't you do something about it, then?" she murmured.
He took the glass from her hand-set them both aside-slid his left arm around her shoulders-she swayed toward him, shivering, her lips open. Her big, firm right tittie touched his chest as he homed in on her waiting mouth. Her lips spread hungrily-uttering a little moan of pleasure-her right thigh pressed invitingly into his leg.
It was like she had been waiting for weeks. Her tongue writhed hotly into his, her arms wound around his neck. Her head tilted for a good close mouth contact. He lifted his free right hand to her bulging halter. As he shaped a big, sloping tit, she moaned again. A certain soft willingness, the writh of her full lips, reminded him somewhat of the way Elsa kissed. She went all out. Rita was telling him she needed prick, good hot stiff prick! The curvy housewife who probably got a fuck only about twice a month, or even less. It was there in her mouth, her breasts, her swelling nipples. Yeahhhh!
A shiver ran along her lush, healthy ripe body. Her hips lifted...
He unsuctioned her eager mouth and she breathed against his throat.
"Damn, did you have to make me practically beg for it, honey?" She kissed his throat. "I've been wearing those outfits for you..."
"Hey, I'm sorry," he said, stroking the fullness of her other breast, tweaking the covered nipple.
"Cliff's got a girl friend," she whispered. "Two can play at that game!"
"I'm flattered as hell, Rita. No heavy stuff, though. Right?"
"Right!" she breathed. "You look like a fun type of guy, honey..."
"Let's get the hell in the bedroom and find out," he chuckled.
She hugged him and nibbled his earlobe. "You won't be sorry!"
"Don't you want to finish your drink, Rita?"
"Oh, hell! Later. You're an awful teaser, you know that?"
He squeezed a swelling tit. She shuddered and broke away, standing up. Her eyes blazed with lust, she was breathing hard.
"Beautiful!" he chuckled. A trace of wetness showed along her sharply lined cuntslit inside the bikini shorts. She bit her lips, staring at his cocklump.
"Do I have to take it away from you?" she gasped.
"Hey, easy does it," he grinned, standing on his feet. He caught her around the bare, pliant waist and led her into the bedroom. He had had time after her call to straighten things a little and turn on a lamp and get the radio playing. She invariably had music going when she worked in the yard. She uttered a little gasp of excitement and reached for her lace-trimmed halter.
He removed his shirt casually, watching her movements. Nothing quite like the dainty twistings and flexes of a dame's body when she was getting ready for some fun in bed, provided she really wanted it-and Rita did.
As the halter came away from her big, swollen tits, revealing her stiffened dark nipples bedded on minor puffs of light brown aureola, his cock tingled again. A faint flush was visible on her throat, her hands trembled as she reached for the shorts. She seemed a trifle bashful, as so many were when they uncovered their goodies for the first time with a new man.
Sonofabitch! he thought. This should be Elsa here, not the hungry housewife from next door. Her husband is probably rabbit-fucking her right now! Well, a stiff prick has no conscience. Mine has needed cunt all day! I was almost ready to fuck Sally, and now I'm glad I didn't.
Rita's shorts slid down from her wide, rounded ass, her cunt-bush showed, and it looked good. The hair was parted down the middle, revealing a shiny wet crevice. He was sure she had trimmed the black curls from along her cuntslit. Good idea.
Naked, she ran to the bed and spread out on her back, the untanned areas of her breasts and hips almost like an actual two-piece bikini. She watched him lower his pants and briefs. His prick showed at last and she gasped. "Ohhh, damn!"
He kicked his trousers away and stood beside the bed, tensing his cock. She had brought wetness out on his tautened foreskin, he was up real good.
"Like my prick, Rita?" he chuckled.
"Ohhhh, you pussy-teaser!" she breathed, her ass restless on the bed. "Come on, honey! You don't know how long it's been!"
"Doesn't he give you any at all?"
"That damned girl friend is too much for him, honey! He's a lot older than me ... Ohhhh, come on!
He felt sorry for her. He crawled on the bed, between her opened shanks; she whipped them back swiftly, catching her hands behind her knees. Her up-angled cunt, labia wet and opened, dripping juice down to her anus-drew him into his taking position. She raised her head and watched his prick lower toward her cunt. Her eyes blazed, her lips were open, her heavy, excited breathing tensed his prickhead. He would play around with her body later, she was famished for cock, she was feverish with need.
Looking down at her rather flattened tits, he thought again of Elsa's breasts, their beautiful high firmness, strawberry-tipped cones of delight-her long tumid pink nipples...
He pushed his knob into Rita's puffy cunt lips, the feel of new pussy flexing his shaft, tingling his nuts, filling him with the old goaty, primitive craving-as ancient as the wash of surf and the cries of birds at mating time. As his cockhead slid deeper, slick and delicious, a fierce moan erupted from her throat. She hunched up, jerking her ass higher with a tug of her arms behind her knees!
"UHHHH, OHHHH!" she panted, taking every thick inch of his prick. "OHHH, DAMN!"
A very faint twitch of her cuntal depths, an eager, slick brush of her labia on his nuts, fired his excitement. Not real snug nor real loose, either. Better than average. She humped and groaned, pushing his knob to the end of her cunt at the womb-opening. A sudden quiver and shake of her thighs and arms and tits told the story, she was cumming!
"UGHHHH, OH, OH, OHH!" she wailed, sighing the bed with her lusty upfuck strainings. He felt the spasming of her crotch, a weak clasping of inner cunt on his prick, and then she was into her orgasm.
She's not half the fuck Elsa is, he thought, watching her face twist in her cum-thrall. She's never been trained, she's like a million other American dames with a lot of potential and no knowledge about real fucking. They think that simply having a cunt is enough! What a horrible waste.
Elsa had decided to be a good fuck, she had researched, she had practiced-probably on her fingers or on a dildo. He cared not at all how she had learned her delicious cunt-claspings and cunt-tightening. She had even perfected it to the point where the churnings continued involuntarily during her orgasm. All that and youth too. It was enough to blow a man's mind!
A few middle-aged women he had screwed managed a kind of quick twitching of the cunt at climax, they achieved pelvic totality, but no one had ever cunt-squeezed his prick the way Elsa did. She was simply one girl in a million and she hardly realized just how damned sensuous she really was. He had to make a new effort to find her. Some crappy thing had happened, no girl could turn off that quickly! She had gone out of her skull...
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, honey!" Rita moaned, her arms drawing him down close until his chest pressed into her tits. "Ohhh, that's wonderful prick!" She trembled, opening her eyes, looking up at him wonderingly. "You didn't ... cum!"
This kind of scene had happened so many times the thrill of it almost escaped him. They were so used to having a guy blow right away, especially after a wild upfuck, they couldn't believe it. A few of them had considered him a freak. It was beyond their powers of assimilation. Some of them even resented it, feeling they weren't sexy enough to draw his load, especially those who were used to one or two orgasms.
"That's part of my charm, Rita," he chuckled. "I want the girl to have her fun. That's what pleases me."
She shook her head, then a smile touched her lips. "I love it!"
"I thought you would," he smiled. "You cum as many times as you want to. Understand?"
"Ohhhhh, no wonder you have lots of girlfriends!" Rita breathed, her hips rising, a wild tremor passing along her body.
The hell of it is, he thought. I'm getting sick of this casual fucking. I want one girl, Elsa. And I'll probably never see her again...
* * *
"Easy, honey," Elsa giggled, watching Everett crawl between her legs again. "I'm not going to split on you. Play around awhile, huh?"
He smiled, hesitated and then dropped down at her right, his hand reaching for her cunt. "You're sure as hell different, Elsa."
"How do you mean, honey?" she said. "Don't I act like those campus chickies?"
"You lay it on the line, baby. Where did you learn to screw like that, anyway?"
She giggled. "I told you I'm a writer. I've done my research."
"Yeahhhh," he said, doubtfully.
"Don't worry about it, stud," she laughed. "I was an easy pickup. You gave me a real nice evening, now you're getting your goodies."
He touched her cunt and she reached for his cock. Another chapter for her Confessions. She had never fucked a college student-it would make interesting reading! She teased his pecker and it began to turn harder. He trembled. His finger slid into her cunthole, bypassing her clitoris. Funny thing, how so few men really knew where the pleasure spots were in a girl's pussy, like the urethra, a very tender zone just inside the cunt, on the upper vaginal passage, the tender mouth-lips of the womb.
Men were too obsessed with getting the prick IN, proving how "manly" they were by squirting. A lot of young twats got knocked up because some teen-aged stud had to assert his manliness by impregnating her on purpose. A real man had to prove nothing, he already knew his prick would do the trick. He fucked mainly for the fun of it, and to please the girl, time after time!
Stupid colleges, she thought. They teach everything but the most important subject of all, hoiv to thoroughly enjoy sex! Oh, I'll bring that out in my book, it's a good point. I have to keep my cool, I have to be kind of clinical about this, and not think of Dan, never of Dan...
But I imagined he was bringing my cum and I'll dream about him when I cum again. I can't help it! God, I still love him! I should have called. Maybe there is some kind of explanation...
On Sunday morning, Elsa was very busy with her book. Everett had brought her home at three in the morning-she had showered and slept until nine and now the typewriter keys were flying under her fingers.
"The college guy was a pretty good fuck, better than average. Only wanted to use one position, him on top. Rather quaint, considering he's supposed to be "educated". He got his gun off three times, and just before the last one I was starting to really have fun! I made the scene six times. I could have used a lot more, but he's no artist like D." She was just using initials in the first draft. She would invent names for them later. D was Dan, of course. She would rewrite some of the earlier chapters and lead it all up to him, the master of the art of Karezza.
His background was very interesting, too. Actually raised in a kind of colony where the people practiced what they preached. Boys and girls learning how to enjoy sex in the right way at an early age, having the right attitude about it. That was what was really wrong with most Americans. They were hung up on sin! They were too ashamed to really let go in the bedroom.
She rested a moment, her pussy turning wet, her nipples swelling and tingling. She looked longingly at the phone, Dan's number burned in her mind...
Oh, Everett isn't in the same league with Dan! she thought. Dan makes my body just sing!
But she was still too upset about what she had heard on his front lawn. She was sober now, as she had been then. She had caught Everett on the rebound, she hadn't really given him a very good screw. She was going to date him again Monday night, he wanted more of her active pussy!
She had enjoyed a wild fantasy about Dan just as she had awakened that morning. His finger had been in her anus, he had been eating her cunt, nibbling and stroking and playing with it, sipping her cunt juice ... then later he had squeezed his cock in her anus and, with a finger in her cunt, she had blown her mind! Ohhhh, delicious!
She left her work table and ran to the phone. The desk clerk got her an outside line, she dialed with trembling fingers. It rang, rang, rang. No answer! He was probably sacked in someplace with a good-looking widow or maybe a chick about her own age. Well, maybe she would try his number again, later. And maybe not. Sally would be enjoying his big, hard prick!
She walked back to her chair, feeling let down, discouraged. She wondered whether she would ever see him again...
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh, don't leave yet, honey," Rita Wood protested, her soft fingers cuddling Dan Upton's big, hard cock.
They were lying on her bed, it was Sunday morning, and he had dropped over to see her an hour earlier, accepting an invitation for breakfast. The idea of an attractive woman fixing him a meal, with sex tossed in, had been irresistible.
He had given her what she needed, a couple of good orgasms, and it suddenly occurred to him that Elsa might call him. He had learned one thing, though-she had pulled out on her husband! He had called her number, a surly male voice had answered and informed him that his fucking wife had split, he didn't know where the hell she was and furthermore didn't give a shit. No other clues as to her whereabouts. Seattle was a huge city. She could be anywhere.
So, when Rita had called, with fuck in her cozy voice, he had been sore enough at Elsa to take the ripe young wife up on her deal. She was a much better lay than Sally, she was hungry as only a neglected wife can get hungry-for prick.
He had easily depleted her the night before; seven hard climaxes had been her limit, but a night's rest had tuned her in again for more screwing. Her husband wouldn't be back until Tuesday. They had a fine, luxurious home; too bad he wasn't able to take care of his homework.
"Want more fun for breakfast, huh?" he smiled, filling his right hand with a tit-cone. Her thighs were wide open, her fingers squeezed his cock again. He had started to leave, but she had coaxed him back on the bed.
"You know it, honey!" she breathed.
I wish to hell I could have Elsa's sweet tight cunt for breakfast, he thought. I didn't get around to eating her, damn it! I was saving that for later and now there won't be a chance!
He played Rita's nipples into stiffness and finally moved his hand down her belly to her readied cunt. After her two climaxes she had been to the bathroom, she was all freshened, she was clean with herself and her house. Her cunt didn't have the fine, sweet aroma of Elsa's pussy, though...
And like most housewives, she was rather inhibited. She wouldn't even try top-riding, she had never sucked a prick and obviously was against the whole idea. Maybe her husband's girl friend was giving him the variety he missed at home. It happened all the time.
He didn't care to take the time to break through her silly no-no things; she didn't really appeal to him that much. He had to admit she had been handy, he had thought about Elsa all the time during the fuck the night before and again this morning.
At least she knew how to come up on a prick, she loved that! The hands-behind-the-knees trick was one he hadn't seen used too many times. All he had to do was brace himself properly on hands and knees and let her pump to her climaxes. She hadn't learned the ploy of holding back, dragging out her fun. He was sure she masturbated; most of the sensual ones did, off and on, between pricks. She had surely had other "crushes." And he sure as hell didn't blame her; she needed steady cock.
He opened her puffy cunt lips and traced the line of her covered clit. It wasn't half as well-developed as Elsa's, but larger than most. The little tip barely showed. He teased the center of her sex and enjoyed her shudders of rising excitement. She had cooked one hell of a breakfast! He owed her a few more orgasms.
"OHHH," she whimpered, arching her crotch upward. Her hand gripped his prick very hard. "You awful teaser, you!"
Her clit-ridge hardened under his playing, he found the urethra and pressed it. Her shivers indicated she knew what it was there for.
"OHH, OH!" she gasped. "Ohhh, get it IN, honey!"
"Ah, have a finger-cum, baby," he chuckled. He squirmed the end of his finger on the tiny opening of her bladder. It was well-enlarged; she had doubtless used certain objects in it, like hairpins and a little finger.
"Ohhhh-OHH-OHH!" she whimpered, her soft thighs shaking, her nipples stiffening. She was starting her climactic shivers, her ass lifted, her face began to twist. He eased two fingers into her cunthole and pushed deep. The quakes of her delight shook her legs and arms and tits. She gripped his cock so hard it nearly hurt. Her up-thrusts, her slow crotch spasms, pleased his ego. Once she was started he couldn't hold back, she had to finish. She was quick on the trigger, really.
"OH, OH, OH, OHHHH!" she cried fiercely, hunching through it, her features showing her rapture, her concentration on her goal. He left his fingers in deep until she stopped kicking and shaking.
"Ohhhh, hell!" she panted, opening her eyes. "I-wanted it IN!"
"After a while, Rita," he smiled, enjoying the smile on her lips, the soft after-tremors that coursed through her loins.
"Oh, you sure know a lot about-everything!"
"Hell, a man should know a lot about pussy," he smiled, giving her a Tew bonus glides in her juicy, lazy cunt. "Want me to eat it?"
He could tell he had shocked her a little. She let go of his prick and turned her head away. "Noooo..."
"Hell, you might like it," he murmured. He drew his fingers from her drippy, lax cunny. She had gone off pretty hard, she wouldn't be able to climax again for a while.
"I just, can't," she said. "Cliff asked me to-I'm sorry, honey."
"That's okay," he said, patting her cunt.
She looked at him. "Don't you-ever finish?"
"Hell, say it right out, baby," he grinned. "I save my juice so I can give the girl a good time. I told you that last night."
"Yes, but-you haven't today, either. I love prick, honey! Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, Rita. You're good screwing, honest."
"I bet you're saving it for somebody else," she said, looking away again.
He had heard it before, he was a little sick of the deal. They couldn't believe it, they weren't educated right, they figured a man had to cum during a fuck, sooner or later.
"No, I really am not," he said. He crawled off the bed and stood looking down at her. "Look, I've been expecting a phone call. I better leave."
She bit her lip. "I shouldn't have said that. Honey, I'm sorry!"
"Hell, we'll get together again."
"OHH, I hope so!" she gasped. She spread her thighs and upcurved her cunt. "Just once more before you leave-please?"
He smiled and nodded. That would about finish her for the day, anyway...
It was Monday afternoon, and Elsa was working hard on her Confessions. She had paid Nancy the money she owed, and she had enough for another week's rent. She would have to start looking for a job. Maybe in an office, because she was a good typist, and curvy girls were always hired ahead of plain girls. But she had very few clothes. She would soon be in a real pinch.
"...the big, wet cockhead, tensing and ready for cunt, oozed sweetly between her twitching labia," she wrote. "As the knob of his sex touched the tender maidenhead, as her thighs widened and her titties swelled high, she felt her very first PRICK!"
As usual, her pussy was getting wet and itchy! Some of those hot fuck scenes were simply murder. But she wanted to save her goodies for the evening; she had another date with Everett. He really liked her tightening cunt!
Every prick she wrote about now was Dan's prick, very big and hard and sheathed with a foreskin. The sensation when it was slipped back by her pulsating cunt lips was just out of this world! She had called him once, receiving no answer, and would be damned if she would call him again. Her cunt ached for him, her titties and mouth and anus ached for him, but he had a steady. Some rotten bitch named Sally.
I wonder if he gets a finger up her backside when he eats her cunt, she thought, trembling. Ohhhh, damn! I want him to get his prick in there! I'm going to ask Everett to corn-hole me, sure as hell. I'll imagine it's Dan's prick! I can't really hate him, I'm just horribly jealous!
That morning she had tried her own finger in her anus, and it really didn't hurt anymore. It felt better and better as I went along with it! I got my hand on my clit, the other behind me, and I had a real wild cum!
"Like to go to a swinging party, Elsa?" Everett asked.
"Sounds like fun," she giggled, watching him drive the sports car through late evening traffic. He had told her to wear something casual, she had been glad of it, because that was about all she had left in her skimpy wardrobe.
"This buddy of mine has a big, heated pool with all the trimmings," he grinned. "Anyway, his parents do, and they're in Hawaii."
"Tell me more," she smiled, sliding over close. She wore a shortie skirt, a sleeveless blouse and no hose. The weather had been warm. A swim sounded terrific. "But I didn't bring a suit."
"Oh, there'll be bikinis. You can pick the one you want."
Twenty minutes later they were entering the most luxurious pool and patio arrangement Elsa had ever seen except on TV or in the movies. A bar was set up under a big canopy, rock music blared from hidden speakers. Several girls in mini-bikinis were cavorting in the water and a few more stood near the bar, flirting with college-looking guys. A Chinese girl in a micro-mini was behind the bar, serving cocktails.
I'm finding how the other half lives, she thought. A new chapter in my book, maybe two or three!
A slender, leggy blonde wearing the bare minimum, wiggled up to Everett and Elsa.
"Honey, you did make the scene!" she gushed, winking at Everett and giving Elsa a quick appraisal.
"Right," he grinned. "Tanya, meet Elsa. Get her something to get into, huh? I need a blast."
"Cool," the blonde giggled. "Come on, honey. Dressing room is right over here."
Elsa nodded, following Tanya to a lighted doorway just off the pool area. They went inside and Tanya pointed to an assortment of swimwear scattered on a table. A cute brunette was fixing her hair in front of a dressing table. It was also a rest room, with several stalls.
"Change and come on out and mingle, honey," Tanya said, her green eyes surveying the bulges in Elsa's blouse. "Everett always had a tittie complex."
"Oh, you know him pretty well?" Elsa said, offhandedly.
Tanya winked. "Honey, he gets around. Contagious, like measles ... you might run into a little competition around here."
"You've got a pretty good pair yourself," Elsa giggled.
"That's what I'm talking about, honey," Tanya laughed. "I'm part of your competition." The brunette wiggled out of the room and the two blondes were alone, momentarily. "Maybe later, the three of us can get together huh?"
Elsa winked, but a little edge of warning ran through her mind. Sure, it was a new thing around the University. She had heard it was catching on. Two chicks and one stud. Or two guys and one chick.
"Who knows?" Elsa said. But she knew she couldn't go for it, not ever. She had written about it several times in books, she wasn't that mod.
Tanya moved closer and patted Elsa on the ass. "See you soon, honey."
A few moments later Elsa came out of the dressing room wearing a black, lace-bordered bikini. She had experienced trouble in finding a halter that would accommodate her jutting boobs. She felt sexy in a bikini, she had a better figure than most of the chicks present.
As she twitched over to the laughing crowd at the bar, Everett saw her and whistled.
"Yeahhhh, baby."
Several heads turned, two guys stared at her tits. Fun, fun! She needed a drink. She wished to hell she was with Dan...
Although some of the girls were older than Elsa, some wore rings, they acted so damned silly, cooing and gurgling like a bunch of teenagers. Some were already high, either on booze or pot. She didn't intend to curdle her brains with grass or pills, she was having second thoughts about the whole deal. A girl and a guy, away in the shadows on the far side of the pool, were obviously screwing on a chaise lounge. Several chicks had already removed their bikini halters. A young man standing next to her was fondling a pretty redhead's tittie while she sipped at a martini, giggling and squirming her ass. The two young things in the swimming pool were hanging around a guy, sans bikini tops, and it was apparent that they were tryin to play with his cock. Their squeals of laughter rose above the thumping music. Fun!
Everett brought her a highball, his left arm sliding around her waist.
"Like it, baby?" he grinned.
"If that's your bag," she said, having to stand in close to be heard above the general uproar.
"Hey, relax. ... You're a writer. Do some researching."
"With just anybody?" she giggled.
"Hell, it's a mix and match party, baby," he grinned. "See anybody you want to play with?"
"I might," she smiled.
At that moment Tanya twitched up beside Everett. She pushed a tittie at his arm and whispered in his ear, giving Elsa a wink. He grinned and gave her ass a familiar squeeze. They both laughed.
"She--likes you, Elsa," Everett grinned. Elsa decided to go along with it for a while, just to see what would happen. Lesbian bitch, she thought, eyeing Tanya's figure. She won't get her paws on MY pussy. I like prick!
"Why don't you two heat each other up awhile and I'll sample around a little, huh?" she said. She didn't want to act completely square.
"Now you're getting the idea, honey!" Tanya giggled. She drew Everett over toward the pool, Elsa saw his right hand lift her bikini halter. Elsa carried her drink over to the bar and felt a curl of digust. Communal pussy, easy prick. The Chinese bar girl was now topless, too.
A young, wide-shouldered guy who looked like a football player nudged into her, gazing down at her bulgy halter.
"Baby!" he chuckled. "Where you been .all my life?"
"A tittie-lover, huh?" she giggled. "Want to take me into a dark corner and find out if they're real?"
A brunette who was pressing into him on the other side gave Elsa a dirty look. "Go find your own prick, honey."
"Girls," the big youth chuckled, "don't fight over the dog meat. I got enough to go around."
"Ohhhh, piss on you!" the brunette said, dryly. She swung away and began flirting with another guy.
"I'm Dave, baby," he said to Elsa, his left arm sliding around her naked waist. "I'm getting vibes."
"Elsa here," she giggled. "Let's dance, huh?"
"Yeahhhh," he grinned. Over in a shadowy corner of the patio several couples were rubbing bodies together. Elsa upended her drink and allowed herself to be guided to the shiny-floored area. The feel of his strong body, her titties nestled to his wide chest, created a party thrill she hadn't known since before her marriage. Using one guy to get warmed up for another. Flirt and slide pussy around. Groovy!
But it wasn't the way it had been in her earlier years; these college kids seemed immature. She had grown up inside, she didn't care for this kind of casual pussy and prick, the phony atmosphere, the way she had at one time. It seemed so childish.
Dan changed me inside and out, she thought. I'll never be the same again. When I was eighteen this kind of bash would have made my cunt hot in ten minutes. I would have been off in a corner getting my kicks. And I might do it again. Dan has his pussy, I can get some new cock!
She flattened her crotch against Dave's loins and pushed her titties at his chest. He was a tremendous animal. She could feel his cock rising in his swim trunks. All big men didn't have big outfits, she had learned, but he had as much as Everett.
She hunched playfully and giggled. "Feels good, honey!"
"Yeahhh!" he muttered, bear-hugging her closer. They all talked about the same, even. Her pussy was getting wet, he had a certain appeal, like Everett. Better than playing with her cunt, alone.
She noticed more and more chicks dancing without halters, so she loosened hers in back and slipped it away. He stared down at her breasts and his hands slid across her bikini-covered ass.
"Jeeeesus, you really go 'em, baby," he grinned.
"How good are you with a hot pussy, stud?" she laughed, Oh, researching was fun, all right.
He trembled and started to move her from the pack of dancers.
"Not yet, Dave. Play with me for a while first!"
He muttered under his breath and tightened his grip. She hunched at his hard-on and rolled her titties into his torso. She let him dance her into a shadowy corner. On a nearby sofa a guy was playing with a girl's cunt, their mouths were locked.
They walked out onto a darkened porch affair and sank down into a wide, comfortable couch. His right hand filled with tittie and she held her mouth up for a kiss. His lips were rather wet, it made a kind of sloppy connection. He was shaking and trembling. The poor bastard wasn't too far from getting his gun; maybe some other chicks had tantalized him, or he was just naturally trigger-happy.
She reached over, fondling his cocklump with her fingers. She wasn't especially turned on, but she didn't like to cheat too much. He needed a cum, that was what this party was all about. As she worked her hand inside his trunks and touched his rigid, circumcised prick, his hips jerked upward, he groaned and tore his mouth free.
"Ughhh-UHHH!" he growled, like a wounded animal. "Uhhhh-fuuuuck!"
"Cum," she breathed, feeling his six inches throb and his hips buck. "Get your fun, stud!"
His prick cleared the band of his trunks just as the knob expanded and belched a load of whiteness up on his belly. He groaned and hunched. Somehow the feel of his exploding prick wasn't as exciting as she had expected. Before he could recover, she slid out of his grasp and ran back inside, through the pack of dancers, up to the bar again. Her cunt was getting hot, her nipples ached for kisses.
But this kind of party fucking wasn't her thing. It would be terrible if she had to go into a can and play with her cunt for her relief!
"Well, here she is," Tanya said, gliding up to the bar with Everett. Her halter was gone, too. Her small, pink-crested titties looked like they had been recently played with, her mouth was puffy. Everett had a flushed appearance.
"Ready to swing, honey?" Tanya giggled, staring at Elsa's breasts.
"No," Elsa said. "I'm ready to split. This is kid stuff."
Tanya's lip curled. "I knew you'd be square. Okay, pick up your panties and get the hell out!"
"Did Everett get your fun-gun, honey?" Elsa giggled, dryly. She walked away toward the dressing room. Above the whang of the music Elsa heard a girlish curse. Screw them! She had enough for cab fare back to her apartment. The rest of her little nest egg was hidden there.
As she left the dressing room, her clothes back on, she was surprised to meet Everett just outside.
"Hey, cool down, baby. You want to go someplace else?"
"Where's Tanya?" Elsa said sarcastically.
"Ah, shit! She has troubles-let's get going, if you want to."
Elsa relented. She did need a fuck, and Everett was fairly capable. He wasn't acting as if he had got his jollies, he was too interested in her body. And at least, he was a gentleman.
"Maybe your aunt's house, huh?" Elsa smiled.
He grinned. "You know, she is gone for the weekend..."
Twenty minutes later Everett's car reached a familiar neighborhood, and as his car passed Dan's house, Elsa's heart went pitty-pat, real hard. His car was alone in the driveway, lights were burning in the living room, the drapes were closed.
Ohhhh, hell! she thought, jerking her eyes away from the house, staring straight ahead. I know why I wanted to play in this area! So I'd be close to Dan ... fm going to give Everett a good fucking tonight! I'll get what Tanya missed, I'll dream about Dan every time I blow my cum! Tomorrow I'll swallow my pride and go see him! I just HAVE to!
"Elsa, you got somebody around here you're hot for?" Everett said, pulling up in front of his aunt's house. He was no dummy, he had seen her looking.
"No, just a girl I visit once in a while," she said. "Come on, let's get inside and start playing house, huh?"
"Right," he grinned. He still wore just his trunks; his clothes were in the rear seat. She could see his cock swelling in the stretchy fabric. As they entered the house, more luxurious than she had expected, she patted his cocklump and began taking her blouse off.
She had made herself dainty at the poolside dressing room, she was ready for fun, real fun. She tossed her handbag into a chair and slid her arms around Everett's neck.
"Did you fuck the blonde, honey?" she giggled, inhunching her cunt-mound.
"Nah, she's colder than hell..."
"What's her problem? She looks sexy, all that money and everything."
"Can't cum," he grinned. "She tries like real hard, she's been to a bunch of expensive doctors. You really interested, baby?"
"I'm a writer, remember?" she giggled. "A lot of chickies have the same problem, according to the experts. If she fell hard for some guy she could probably make the scene."
He laughed. "Falling for some other chick might do it. She's got this thing about wanting a threesome-figures that will turn the trick."
"Well, I'm glad I love prick!" Elsa giggled.
"You sure as hell do, baby," he muttered, fondling her ass. "Dave make it with you ? "
Everett hadn't missed that. He wasn't drunk, either.
"Saved it for you, honey," she laughed. "He got his hand on a tittie and slobbered in my mouth and went off!"
"Yeah," Everett chuckled. "The chicks call him fast-on-the-draw Dave. I should have warned you. Hell, forget them. I got what I want right here."
"Mmmmm!" she breathed, holding her mouth up. "I hope you have a lot of jisim saved up."
He trembled, his basket swelled against her crotch. "Let's get the hell in a bedroom, baby..."
The room his aunt let him use was big and plush with its own bath. He turned on a bedside lamp and got his stereo working, watching as she finished removing her blouse, dropping her skirt. With just her panties and bra on, she wiggled over in front of his dressing table mirror, feeling more juice ooze from her cunt.
"Every stud at the party was looking at your titties," Everett grinned, moving up behind her. He lowered his trunks and let his prick nestle hotly against her butt. His hands came around her and undercupped a tit, one for each palm.
"Good," she giggled. "Get them out and give them a good playing, honey."
He caressed her titties in the thin pink nylon cups, looking over her shoulder at the reflection of her body. His prick on her pantied ass felt better all the time, her clit was stiffening. Her nipples tingled and poked out in the lace-bordered bra she had bought for Dan.
He's only a block and a half away, she thought. I hope he isn't fucking some dam tonight! Ohhh, I'm really turning ON. I'm going to screw Everett till he can't walk!
She had to admit the party had put a little extra charge in her batteries. All those young studs parading around, fondling eager breasts ... feeling Dave's prick throb as he shot his jisim ... gin and bikinis ... having her body admired ... but it wasn't her way, never would be. She needed no titillation with a real man like Dan. All that luxury, a big mansion and a big heated pool. Tanya's parents supposedly had it all together and their pretty daughter was so mixed up she was unable to get her cookies busted.
Everett's fingers loosening her bra brought her back to the present. He stroked her swollen, outthrust mounds and his prick flexed against her ass-flesh. She remembered her wish to have Dan get his cock in her anus; the touch of a prick on her butt sent sweet shivers through her loins. Maybe Everett would go for it!
She turned slowly from the mirror and wiggled to the bed, sliding her panties from her hips. Juice was leaking from her cunt down her thighs, she was shaking with need. As she spread out on her back in the center of the wide, luxurious bed, he brought his trunks all the way to the floor. He crawled down at her right, his hand slipping along her belly to her cunt.
"Hey, this is more like it," he murmured, his head lowering toward her thrusting, stiff-nip-pled tits.
"MMMMM!" she breathed, closing her eyes, imagining Dan was starting his finger-play on her itchy, dripping cunt. As the digit went slickly into her vagina, as her eager cuntal membranes twitched with anticipation, she reached for Everett's cock. It was good and stiff, already wet on the knob. Maybe playing with Tanya had charged his batteries, too.
But it was very obvious by now that she wouldn't be his "steady." He would play the field for a few years and marry the right dame in his home city, Spokane. A broad with the correct background, probably with money, country club and all that shit. If the broad was smart she could train him into a better-than-average lay, he had good potential, a strong virile drive.
"Damn!" he breathed against her titties, his finger deep in her cunt. She was tightening her vagina, and every time she did, his prick trembled in her playing fingers. His nuts were pulling up at the root of his cock, he shivered. His hips lifted.
She drew her hand from his cock. As long as he was about to cum, she wanted his semen in her cunt!
"Ohhhh, hold it awhile, honey," she whispered, arching a nipple toward his mouth. "But if you gotta cum, get it IN!"
"Yeahhhh," he muttered hoarsely. "Jeeeeesus, that's good pussy!"
"I love your prick!" she murmured, thinking of Dan. Her eyes still were closed. She could cum any time now, she was all turned in for a delicious explosion. The sweet urgency in her crotch and titties sent shivers along her body. She swung her thighs far apart and hunched upward on his finger. If he used his thumb on her clit, the way Dan did, she would cum almost instantly. He was too far along, though. He shuddered and pulled his finger from her twitchy cunt, he crawled over between her legs.
"Jeeeeesus!" he breathed, slanting his cock at her cunthole. She reached down, steered it to her shivery cunt lips. As the luscious sensation of entrance gripped her loins, his prick plunged deep, he groaned fiercely. She jacked her thighs back and clenched her cunt and heaved upward!
"UGHHHH!" he moaned, his ass working in swift coital thrusts. She felt his knob puff, the draw of his nuts on her swollen labia-and her cunt began its dreamy throbbing and tightening! Right ON!
OH, cum in me hard, Dan! she thought wildly. Blast your wad clear up in my throat! It's YOUR prick now! It belongs in my CUNT!
The lusty, quick short-stroking in her twitching cuntal deeps sucked a cry from her lips.
"OHH, OHHH, OHHH-honey! CUM HARD IN MY CUNT!"
The harsh male cry seemed almost like the one she wanted to hear! The throbbing cock was almost like Dan's cock! But she had never felt HIM cum, he had held and held, letting her fuck and fuck!
"UH, uh uhhhhhh!" the male voice groaned sweetly in her ears and senses. His ass worked the last hard drives, his cock lost some of its stiffness and he slumped down on her, full length, panting hard, a trace of perspiration on her chest-mashed titties. He shuddered and relaxed, breathing in her fanned-out blonde hair.
She felt the last of her cum-twinges, the sweet balm of sex-relief in her crotch; she hugged him with her arms and legs and almost made a big mistake. Dan's name trembled on her lips!
"Jeeeeeeeesus!" he muttered, and then it was Everett's voice. She was safe. The fine, rich wetness of mixed mancum and cunt juice on her puffed labia fed her need. She loved to have it dribble down to her anus and onto the bed!
"That what you've been wanting, honey?" she giggled, squirming her ass. Now to practice her flirt and tease game. She was still researching!
"You know it, baby," he muttered thickly.
"Is there more jisim where that came from, stud?" she giggled.
"Right!" he chuckled, raising up slightly. "In a while."
"Oh, I'll bring it up hard again," she smiled, caressing his shoulders. "You get all cleaned up nice and I'll suck it for you, huh?"
He trembled. His softening cock began to have new life.
"Don't those college chickies go down on you, honey?" she giggled.
"Some," he admitted. "You want to go for a sixty nine?"
"Now you're talking, honey!" she gurgled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dan Upton, sitting in his easy chair at home, turned the pages of a book he had picked up on his way home from work. In his brief association with Elsa he had learned her pen name, and he smiled as he read the title, HOT BLONDE by Nora Childs. The cover showed a line drawing of a leggy, plush blonde sprawled on a striped beach blanket, right hand on her cunt, hiding part of the pubic hair and crevice, a pair of large tits rising from her torso.
It was published by a well-known New York house, and he was impressed. He picked a scene at random.
* * *
... Stan's big cockhead, nestled between Lora's silky-hot tits, the foreskin down until the whole expanded apricot of his sex burned her tender flesh, began to tense and his huge, hairy nuts balled at the base of his eight-inch prick.
"Oh, don't cum, honey!" Lora cried, leaping from her crouched position between his tanned, muscular legs.
He stared at her shaved, swollen cunt, dripping with juices, the cunt he had wanted to fuck for years, ever since her husband had been hurt in a car wreck and could no longer give her any prick. Now he was going to have it twitching and spasming around his cock! If she would just break her vow...
Her big tits were peaked into melon-cones of desire, her rosy nipples as big as thumbs, quivering for his mouth and tongue.
As she stood there, reeking sex, her hands reached to her cunt, she spread the puffed, slick labia and exposed her cunthole, the little tip of her clitoris, the whole inner zones of her cunt-mouth.
"Is this what you've been wanting, honey V she breathed.
"Yesss!" he cried, his hips lifting. "Christ-I'm ready to cum!"
"OHH, I promised Ted no prick would ever go in my cunt as long as he was alive, honey!" she panted. "But he said I could do anything else with you! Aim at my cunt, honey! Shoot your big gob of joy juice up in my cunt!"
He shuddered, remembering that this was the condition of enjoying her lush body-everything but the prick sliding IN. He was so close to going off it was sheer agony. He gripped his cockshaft, leaned forward and drew his head between her swollen tits where his prick had nestled a moment before.
She shuddered, her hips jerked forward until his knob was only about three inches from her cunt!
"NOW, honey!" came her frantic voice. "I haven't had any jisim up in there for years! Squirt a whole big load-bust your nuts! My cunt is hungry for cock but I have to settle for your jisim!"
Stan groaned, he squeezed his cockshaft and suddenly the hot urgency of his lust began to shoot along his legs, down his back and out the tensing shaft of his prick! His cockhead expanded, the stings of his need seemed to explode his whole glans, and then his cum juice was spurting into her pulsing, opened cunt!
"OHHHH, here cums MY CUUUUNNNTTT!" she shrieked. Her legs jerked, her tits heaved and she toppled backward onto the floor, her hips thrusting up and up as if she had a cock sliding in her cock-famished cunt.
Stan cursed as the last of his cum dribbled onto the carpet. He jacked his cock until the sensations of cumming diminished...
* * *
It's a good scene, he thought, his cock stiffening. But it could be a lot better; she could have lengthened it out for several pages, made it very dramatic.
The situation was good, the characters seemed well-described, but he was sure he could improve on the paragraphs. His trouble was he couldn't invent situations or plots. Elsa had a hell of an imagination; she could develop problems for her heroes and heroines that seemed real. Of course, in fiction there was a lot of unrealness, too. It had to sound right, so the reader could see it and feel it.
I'll bet if we worked together we could produce one hell of a book, he thought. But it's hopeless. I don't even know where the hell she is...
Elsa's cunt quivered with anticipation as she spread her thighs above Everett's cock. She had talked him into letting her top-fuck, her very favorite screw-position; she had bypassed the oral sex for the moment. He didn't seem as enthused about it as he had earlier.
His big goal, of course, was getting his nuts popped again; he was basically selfish like ninety-nine out of a hundred. He was young enough yet to get his prick up after going off, but in a few years it would start to fail him, he would bring his wife less and less cock, and unless he practiced and learned something, he would never be able to drag out his pleasure very long. When that happened, the girl was lucky to get her goodies even once!
She could not retrain him within the space of a few dates, and he would be after new pussy soon; she was out of his social strata, and she didn't want into it. A comfortable house, with a good lover, the necessities, time to write-she couldn't ask for anything more! She didn't belong in Everett's half-hot, phony world. From threesomes they would go on to orgies and no one knew what else. Shit on that!
Straddling his sides with her knees, she found his cockhead without using her hands and began to inch his meat up into her eager cunt.
"Jeeeesus!" he muttered, palming a tittie in each hand.
"Lie still now and let me fuck," she giggled. "You won't cum as fast this way."
"Like to take over, huh?" he said, not too happy about the situation.
"Shit, enjoy yourself," she breathed, tightening her cunt.
He trembled, his prick began to thicken into delicious hardness. He might even be good for three gushes of cum-if he wouldn't get so damned impatient.
She began to rotate her ass and have some good preliminary fuck-fun. She remembered how Dan had let her stay up there for nearly a solid hour! She had gone out of her mind! Her cunt had simply never gotten enough of his huge, long, hard cock! He was like having a real, living dildo! He hadn't gone soft at all, except between fucks. Then it had stiffened right back into heavenly bigness.
God! I have to have him again! she thought. I've held back long enough. Tomorrow I'm going over there and see him, pride or no pride! I'm getting even by fucking Everett, but it's not much good, really! Not like Dan! He might even be so pissed-off he won't want to see ME! I want that big nice prick for my own use, my cunt BELONGS around it!
She closed her eyes and began to fuck with more vigor. Everett trembled, his hands gripped her titties very hard, his face started twisting. She stopped instantly. He swore under his breath.
"Don't-stop-I'm ready, baby!"
She nearly cursed out loud. What a poop-out. Tanya had evidently excited him more than he would admit. She was a pretty cunt, all right.
I'll bet Dan could get her gun off, Lisa thought. She's never had a real man work her over. These quick-fuck college kids, know-it-alls, make me sick. Selfish, greedy...
She tantalized Everett with a few more cunt-twitches and before she was really ready herself, she felt the unmistakable throb of his cock, the pull of his nuts against her labia. He bucked upward rather awkwardly, he moaned and dropped his hands from her titties, right when she needed them the most! He gripped her hips, attempting to do the stroking.
"Uhhhhh-OHH-fuuuuuuck!" he whimpered, his face twisted almost in pain. Maybe it was hurting him a little! Good! The self-centered bastard! He cared not how much fun she had. She was a broad, she was supposed to please the mighty male.
Before his throbbing was quite through, she went into her cum. It wasn't as good as she had expected, his prick was already softening after his burst in her twat, he was actually trying to push her away! She hurried her humps and reached her peak, much too swiftly to really savor all the little niceties of a dragged-out orgasm. Well, a quickie was better than nothing.
"OHHH, here CUMS MY CUNT!" she whimpered, a big image of Dan vivid in her mind. 'OHH, OH, ohhhhhhh..."
She was hardly through it when he eased her over and away. His loose wet cock fell from her twitching, still-hungry cunt. A twinge of unrequited need shook her pelvis. Damn him for spoiling her aftermath!
"What the hell's the matter?" she panted, crouched on hands and knees.
"Shiiiit! I don't like it that way-my nuts hurt!"
Naturally! He was used to pumping swiftly into his cum, a slight delay had really worried him. He had nearly missed it. Egotistical shitass! He would never be a cocksman like Dan unless some very smart dame got her hooks in him.
Feeling his cum leaking down her thighs, she crawled from the bed and returned to the can. She locked the door, dropped her ass on the covered toilet seat, spread her legs and cupped her pussy. She hunched out the remainder of her thrills, easing her temporary need, dreaming that Dan's knowing fingers were finishing her cum-joy.
Oh, I ought to split and run over to his house, she thought. But he's probably sacked out with Sally or some other dame. I'll be there when he comes home from work tomorrow! I HAVE TO HAVE HIM! I just have to be a better fuck than the others! A girl has to fight for what she wants, and I've been a silly, jealous fool for not getting in there and really working!
Half an hour later Everett was getting another hard-on. He had decided, evidently, that he wanted more of her hot cunt, after all. They were side by side on the bed, she was fondling his prick, feeling it getting up there for more action.
Now that she had made up her mind to see Dan, regardless of how much crow she had to eat, her dreams were crazy-sweet! She had never been one to stay mad very long at anybody. Everett had spent money on her, taken her out of the hole she lived in, temporarily; he was better than a lot of the guys she had fucked before she had started learning and experimenting with her body, becoming sensual.
She was still a writer, she could pump him a little about his life, flatter him a bit, make him a character in one of her books. She had written about broads like Tanya, girls who had all kinds of troubles getting their jollies.
"When did you get your first screw, honey?" she breathed on his neck, wiggling her ass invitingly.
He grinned; he was flattered. "Researching again, huh?"
"So, why not?" she giggled.
"Well, I was sixteen and going with this chick about thirteen, but she was scared to put out. You know, I could do it all but slide my cock in..."
"Right," she said, encouragingly. "I was the same way. But my mother gave me some jelly to use, and I started having fun. The stuff worked till I got on the pill."
His cock was getting harder, more clear wetness oozed from his knob. He would have to work real hard for his next and probably last cum for the evening!
"Your mother?" he asked, puzzled.
"Sure," she said. "Her mother taught her how to have fun in bed. My parents still enjoy their sex, and a lot of it."
"Shit, my father never told me a thing," he said.
"Well, tell me about your first fuck, anyway," she giggled.
His hand reached for her cunt; she opened her legs wide and uptilted her crotch. He trembled as he pressed her vulva.
"You're quite a girl, Elsa. Why the hell don't you come to Spokane with me some time, be my houseguest, meet the folks..."
She shivered. This was suddenly sounding like a proposition! She was pleased. His folks would have a big spread, of course. She would feel uncomfortable. She had already noticed a colored photo on his dressing table of a strikingly pretty brunette with a signature in the corner. "All my love, Eileen." He was probably engaged to her, she would be from a wealthy family, suitable as the wife of a rising young executive...
"What about Eileen?" she murmured.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Should have put that picture away-"
"That's okay," she murmured. "You want to play the field before you settle down. You know what happens in a lot of European countries. A young guy has an affair with an older, experienced woman and learns the ins and outs."
He laughed. "And the ups and downs."
"That's where the fun is," she giggled. She was tempted to go into her explanation of Karezza, but she was obsessed with the plan of seeing Dan again soon. Everett wouldn't understand, or he would consider it unnatural. She had a big surprise for him later, when he got a real good hard-on. She couldn't see herself married to a golf and country club type like him. He was really very square.
"Well, what about Eileen?" she asked again.
He squirmed uncomfortably. "You really want to know?"
"Sure. It looks like you're engaged to her or something. Very young and pretty. She has a hot-looking mouth."
He frowned slightly, not meeting her gaze. But his cock was still stiffening. Good!
"Yeah, she lives next door. Her father's a big-shot lawyer, he and my father are hooked up in business deals. She comes on pretty strong, but she won't put out. She figures we're engaged. She's got a pin-"
"I'm surprised you're not in one of the big fraternities," she murmured.
"Ah, shit. I was, and then pulled out. This is a good setup here with my aunt. She's gone a lot, traveling. A housekeeper comes in and cleans things up..."
Sure, the whole family had money. His aunt was a widow, Everett had a fine pad for his fuck dates. A slick, new car and spending dough.
"And if I showed up at your home, Eileen would piss her panties," Elsa said. "I do appreciate the offer, honey." She squeezed his prick.
"Yeahhh," he muttered.
"She's saving her cherry for you," Elsa giggled. "Like a nice society girl should, huh?"
"She's not staying home every night, you can figure on that," he said. "A buddy of mine used to date her a few years back. I think she's got a problem, like this Tanya."
"Well, break her in to suit you, honey," Elsa giggled. "If you're engaged she ought to give you a little, at least!"
"Ah, shit. Her mother's one of these damned prudes, and I doubt if she's had a fuck for twenty years. Her father, I mean Eileen's father, has got himself a chickie. I hate to admit it, but my father is getting some on the side, too."
From the little Elsa knew of the higher money echelons, Everett's father and Eileen's father were doing what a lot of them were. It happened. The average older American woman had no imagination in the sack. The pill-liberated younger generation kids did a lot of casual fucking, having their threesomes and orgies.
"Maybe you shouldn't get married at all," Elsa said. "Lots of young eager pussy around."
"Well, shit-my father expects it, he wants some grandchildren..."
"Tell Eileen if she won't put out, you'll get another girl friend," Elsa said, being practical. "There were some good-looking chicks at the party."
"Yeahhhh," he muttered, as if he were already bored with the program.
"You've never been in love," she said.
He squirmed, his play finger starting to slide into her cunt. His prick tensed, the knob was swelling.
"I could get that way with you, Elsa..."
She trembled, flattered again. "Neat, but you know better. I'm not from your world. As long as we're being frank, I have a boyfriend, too. We had a fight..."
"Yeah, I thought so," he muttered. "You close your eyes when you cum. You're thinking about him, huh?"
"Well, you're not thinking about me when you cum, either," she said.
He flushed. "You really dig in, don't you?"
"Oh, hell," she laughed. "You know half the girls in the country dream about big, handsome movie stars most of the time. Men look at girls. I know what they think when they see a cute ass wiggling down the street. Men are as polygamous as hell and some girls are too, inside. There's one big rugged football player ... I get a hard-on every time I see him on TV!"
He laughed. "Man, I never heard any dame ever admit that."
"Girls are very tricky, honey. You should know that by now. I try to be honest about it-"
"Man," he breathed, half-turning. "How the hell did you--? " He stopped, but she knew what he had intended to say.
"Learn how to fuck, huh?" she giggled. "Well, I practiced. With my fingers and a dildo. I worked at it. Awful, huh?"
"Jeeeeesus," he muttered. She knew she had shocked him. Most men didn't like the idea of a girl playing with her cunt and tits. She knew what the reaction would be-like her experience with Arthur! His manhood had been questioned, a wife was supposed to wait until the husband wanted prick. God! What an ignorant creep he was!
She remembered reading about one middle-aged frustrated broad who had been too revolted by the idea of actually fondling herself, and a smart doctor had given her a penis-shaped whirling douche gadget to be used every day or so. Her nerves had quieted down, she had needed no more sleeping tablets, she had become more attractive and alive, because she was getting her orgasms. After all, doctors were right, their advice had to be followed!
And that brought her to the ridiculous American male dream of a wife. She was supposed to be a complete virgin, not even know what an orgasm was until the wedding night. Then she was supposed to cum real hard, time after time! It was pitiful, unreal and preposterous!
Of course, the new books on sex were recommending that brides go so far as to excite themselves with fingers so that they would know what to expect during the nitty-gritty. The more outspoken experts were saying it right, just plain masturbate when the lover was gone or out of it with the old male disease, limp-cock.
But she had had to dig real hard to find one word about Karezza. The art of a male holding and holding while the girl had lots of nice good orgasms wasn't in any of the "modern" books she had studied. Except one, where a full account of the practice in the Onieda Colony had been explained. And it had been published back in the Thirties!
It was a crime against nature!
I'll tell it the way it is in my Confessions, she thought, hunching up on Everett's finger. Dan is a master craftsman with a pussy! Everett is going to get his gun off again, way too soon! Now I'm going to give him the big shock!
"Honey," she breathed, drawing his hand from her eager cunt. "Let me up and my hands and knees and you try it in my anus..."
He trembled, his face showed his surprise-and disgust. Naturally.
"Shit! What are you, some kind of freak?" he growled.
She held her temper. "It does happen. If it won't go in you can fuck me dog-fashion in the cunt, okay?"
His prick in her fingers began to go soft! He scooted away, shaking his head. "Jeeeesus, I can't do it, baby..."
Her anger finally surfaced. She leaped from the bed and stood beside it, looking down.
"University educated, huh?" she said coldly, her lip curling. "Why don't they have classes in sex? You're a goddamn jackrabbit, you have to get your gun off right now, you don't know what a real man is! Go fuck Tanya and Eileen, that's the kind of screwing they're used to, hump, hump, hump and bang! I'm getting the hell out of this place!"
His face went white, his cock shriveled before her eyes. "Okay, get your clothes on, you fucking nympho!"
She shook her head. He would never understand, never...
Half an hour later she was back in her tiny basement pad. It was mean and cramped, but she felt a new sense of freedom. She had blown it with Everett, and good riddance! She ran to the phone, got an outside line and dialed Dan's number. Her heart thudded, her clit stiffened, she was holding her breath! But on the tenth ring she knew he wasn't home...
I'm in no shape to see him tonight anyway, she thought, beginning to undress. I want to be just right when I go over there! All fixed up, ready to cum and cum and cum on his big, lovely cock! I won't touch myself. If some girl IS with him, I'll go in anyway! I'm going to fight for him! Ohhhhh, I could sure use him tonight! My cunt is twitching, my anus is puckering. Ohhhh, hell!
As Dan opened the back door of Rita Wood's home, she rushed at him, plastering her lush body against him before he even had the fucking door closed. She had called earlier, he had been too stirred by Elsa's book to feel sleepy, and Rita had begged him to drop over. Funny thing about married broads, they enjoyed fucking more in their own nest than anywhere else. To him it seemed a pollution of a marriage, made it worse, at least.
But Cliff had his girl friend, Rita needed more hot prick, and he was about to give up on Elsa. He had remembered Elsa's girl friend, had finally found the right Smith in the directory, but Nancy had obviously been unable to talk; she had pretended his call was a wrong number.
The brutal truth surely was simple-he was too old for her. He was short of money all the time, the price of taking care of his wife in the sanitarium had gone up, like everything else. Next he would have to mortgage the house. Sonofabitch!
On top of everything else, he was going on a new kind of job in the morning, building frames on a new high-rise apartment. There would be more money, but not enough to really matter after Uncle and the State and everybody else got a whack at his check.
Maybe some eager cunt would take his mind away from some of his problems. Rita's lush, fragrant body pushing in close, her billowy tits in a thin wrapper snugging at his chest, her eager breathing, her incurving crotch; surged his lust. Her husband wouldn't be home for several days yet, and she would probably get no cock when he did return.
"Ohhhh, honey!" she breathed, her lips opened and waiting for his tongue. "I hope you can stay all night!"
"Work tomorrow, baby," he chuckled, sliding his hands down to her trembling, well-padded ass, made more appealing by the sheer filmy nylon.
"Oh, stay a few hours, anyway!" she murmured. "You don't know how I've missed you, honey. . . "
He remembered when he had driven home from the job, seeing her out working in the flowers as usual, wearing a very tight and revaling pair of shorts and a snug, matching halter, all fixed up. She had waved and smiled, naturally. Poor love-starved, prick-famished dame! Kind of dumb, she watched soap operas all the time, but a great, housekeeper, very clean and fastidious with her body.
"Hey, no heavy stuff, remember," he said. Or maybe he hadn't, but it was a good time to impress it on her mind.
"Oh, I know you have a steady, that nice looking redhead ... I don't care, Dan! I promise I won't-get in your hair, you know..."
"Good," he said, his interest rising. His cock was hardening, his nuts ached. Elsa's book had turned him on, that girl had real talent! The idea of a throbbing prick spurting a big wad in a cunt only a few inches away, a cunt that was forbidden to take prick, was highly stimulating. Improbable, but titillating.
A later scene in the book had made him chuckle. The hero, unable to satisfy the frustrated blonde because he was denied her twitching cunt, had brought her a vibrating dildo! The eager heroine had been playing with her cunt for relief, naturally, and her first dildo fuck had been described in such vivid detail that he was sure Elsa had one of her own. Bright girl. A pussy needed exercise like any other part of the body.
Recently, as a kind of conversation piece, he had bought a dildo, the more pure kind now sold by the biggest straight mail-order house in the country as a "facial massager". That any dame could look at its phallic shape, the seven-inch shaft very slightly knobbed, with an on and off switch on the end of the hand-grip and powered by two C batteries, and not guess its real purpose, showed how stupid most American broads were. The shaft, below the business end, was ribbed. It was sanitary, easily cleaned with soap and water, made of tough shockproof plastic, even pink in color...
He remembered when he had shown it to Sally, before one of their athletic fucks, and she had blushed crimson.
"God, you're filthy!" she had exclaimed.
"A dollar and forty-four cents plus tax," he had laughed. "Won't go soft, guaranteed for a year. Satisfaction assured or your money back!"
"Oh, you bastard," she had protested, still flushing.
"Hell, you ought to see the ones the girls in Japan go for, baby," he had laughed. "Fabulous! Different sizes, three or four speeds. Some of them squirt hot water whenever the girl feels the need for a spurt of something like mancum."
But it had excited her, nevertheless. She had given him a terrific top-ride.
He still had the thing, he had tossed it in a drawer in his desk. A trickle of an idea was forming in the back of his mind. Of course, he agreed with Sally, he hadn't bought himself an artificial cunt, although rubber blowup balloons shaped like dames were becoming available. Even motor driven ... He liked real pussy, the touch of thighs and titties, the intimacy, the natural, live thing. Nothing would ever replace that, man. Especially a girl like Elsa ... t
He finally took Rita's eager, trembling lips and drove his tongue into her mouth, giving her plump ass a hard squeeze. She shivered, her arms slid around his neck, her crotch pushed at his cock-bulge, her little moan of pleasure tingling his prickhead. She might not be the best fucking in the world, but she was sure as hell hungry and willing.
Her fervent need reminded him a little of Elsa, enough to hike his interest and send his hand up under the short wrapper, in on the silky warm bare flesh of her thighs. They spread slightly, he wiggled a finger in from behind to the soft, furry cunt and teased the lower reach of her crevice. If she would lose twenty pounds she would be much more attractive, her tits would probably firm up a little.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned into his mouth, opening her thighs farther, tilting her crotch backward. As he pushed his play finger into her well-slicked cunt she shuddered, her tongue coiled across his. He worked his probe in and out of her cunt, stroking his tongue in the same cadence.
She gasped, her lips broke free, she back-hunched with more vigor. Her fingers dug at the nape of his neck, she panted against his throat. x.
"Ohhhhh, that's good!"
"Let's go in and sit down, huh?" he said banteringly, keeping his finger in her eager juicy cunt.
"OHH, yes!" she gasped. "I can't do it-standing up, honey!"
"Hell, I bet you can," he chuckled, working his finger faster.
"Ohhh, honey-ohhhhh, please-OHH-OHHH-OH!"
He stroked his finger in deep, joined it with his first digit and pumped swiftly. She staggered, her ass swung back farther, and he felt the sweet shivers of her delight quake her ripe, plump body.
Just as she went off, he pushed a thumb at her anus! She moaned, her tits jiggled at his chest, her thighs trembled.
"OHHH, OH, OH, OHHH-honey!" she cried fiercely. He quickly drew his fingers out, slid his hand around in front and reentered them in her juicy cunt. She bucked forward, liking this new position better, her flushed and expanded cunt doing its slow, involuntary spasming thing that was more of a crotch response than a cuntal one.
"OHHHHH, OHH, OH!" she wailed, finishing with lusty humps. She staggered again and began to sink to the floor. But she had to give it a few sweet, last hunches as the surges of her relief shook her whole body. He caught her by the ass with his left hand and held her upright. She panted and squirmed in his grip and finally her legs regained some strength.
"You awful thing, you!" she gasped happily. "Shame on you-standing up right here in the kitchen!"
"Now we can go in the other room, baby," he smiled, loosening her grip on his body, guiding her into the comfortable, familiar living area. She moved to a sofa and dropped, slumping back, still breathing unevenly.
He undressed, appreciating all the trouble she had taken with her body. Her hair was rich and full around her shoulders, the thin wrapper was obviously very expensive, her makeup had been put on with care, although her lipstick was slightly awry. Her nipples had been reddened with something, she was fragrant, dainty. She had clipped more pubic hair from along her crevice, her cumjuice was leaking out.
"Oh, Dan!" she said, staring at his prick with such avid interest he was humbled, "I'll do some oral-if you still want it!"
"Hey, it's okay," he grinned.
I didn't get around to eating Elsa, he thought. Damn, what a pretty, puffy, tight cunt. I have to admit that Rita is really trying.
"Oh, that's such a nice big prick!" she breathed, opening her thighs farther. Her ample tits were already exposed, the dark nipples tumid. The lipstick on them was an interesting addition.
"Too bad your husband doesn't appreciate all your nice goodies," he said, swinging down beside her.
"Oh, let's don't talk about him, honey. I'm thinking about getting a divorce..." She reached for his prick, cuddled it and shuddered.
"Hey, not for me, Rita."
She sighed. "I know-but I did meet an interesting guy the other day. He wants a date..."
"Good," he grinned, feeling relief. "Give him lots of pussy, and who knows, huh?"
She giggled. "I guess I don't know much about-screwing and fun in the bedroom! Honey, I hope I can be your girl friend for a while, anyway ! "
"Let's just see what happens," he smiled. He slid his play hand between her lush thighs and aimed his mouth at a colored nipple. She uttered a little gasp of delight, tilted her crotch upward and arched her breasts toward his face.
He closed his eyes and imagined he was fondling Elsa again. Man, oh man! His finger went in Rita's swollen cunt, she whimpered as he sucked a tasty, stiffening nipple into his mouth. Her hips worked up and down on his digit, she gripped his cock very hard.
I hope to hell Elsa isn't fucking some other guy, with a better cock, he thought. That beautiful firm ass of hers, that tight virginal anus, those firm, pointy breasts, that sweet spasming pussy. Damn, I miss her! I have to find her!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elsa dressed with feverish haste. It was Wednesday afternoon; she had just seen an item in the second largest Seattle daily newspaper.
"Construction Worker Falls From Scaffold."
"Daniel Upton, 45, suffered a broken leg yesterday afternoon when he fell from a scaffold at the site of the new Westbrook Apartment structure. Taken to Griffith Hospital by ambulance ft
She had called the hospital and learning he had just been released after one night, had called his number and received no answer. He might be on the way home at this very moment!
As she snuggled her newest and thinnest black panties against her crotch, her pussy was already turning wet. She had showered earlier, she had fixed her hair and makeup, deciding she was going to be at his place when he came home from work, but now she didn't have to wait that long-she was going there immediately!
Oh, the poor guy! she thought, quickly fitting her black, sheer bikini bra over her full, tender breasts. II there's some broad there I'll claw her eyes out. A broken leg! Oh, how awful! He'll need someone to take care of him, and I'm the girl who can do it!
In moments she had her dark nylons on, her miniskirt around her ass, her best blouse hugging her shoulders and titties, generous amounts of perfume on her crotch and breasts and behind her ears. In sandals that gave her a leggier appearance, she surveyed herself in the smoky mirror of her cramped apartment.
Oh, she did look radiant! Her long blonde mane had a kind of richness, her eyes sparkled, her nipples showed against the stretch of fabric over her swollen titties, her clit ached. Her whole being ached for him!
She had taken a bus the night before, gotten off near his home, and discovered that his house was dark, his car gone! He had been in the hospital ! She had nearly sworn she would never try to see him again, but this terrible accident made things entirely different.
Grabbing her handbag, which contained the last of her little hoard of savings and certain little feminine things that she might need if he felt like playing with her, she rushed from the dingy basement apartment and up into the street. Her heart thudded; she was out of breath.
Two youths lounging on some nearby seedy steps looked at her and whistled. As she ran for the cab stand in front of the hotel she gave the watching young men an extra twitch of her ass. At this moment she loved almost everyone, she was alive, she was rushing to see her wonderful big injured lover. He would need her.
God! she thought, diving into the rear seat of the nearest cab, if he tells me to get out, I'll die! Every word I've been writing has been colored by his personality and his skill with a pussy! My book is going to be good, but if he starts getting his hands on me and making me cum it will be a lot better! I haven't had a climax since Monday night! I'm DYING! I HAVE TO HAVE THAT BIG, WONDERFUL PRICK BACK IN MY CUNT!
"Where to, Miss?" the middle-aged cabbie asked, jerking her back to reality.
She blurted out Dan's address, feeling more wetness ooze from her tingling cunt. The sun seemed bright and lovely again, the Space Needle in the distance seemed like a big long magical phallus, her whole body was vibrating with aliveness.
It seemed hours before the cab drew up in front of his house! She paid with her dwindling fold of money, too excited to worry now about where her next dollars were coming from. His car was in the driveway, an attractive young woman in shorts and halter standing in the lawn next door looked at Elsa with more than passing interest.
He probably knows her, too, Elsa thought, shivering. She's pretty and plump and she has a big pair of tits. Oh, I hate her for even living that close to him!
She ran up the walkway to the front door and, heart in her throat, she rang the doorbell. Her legs trembled so badly she could hardly stand! Her head was whirling, her clit felt as long as her little finger!
"Hey, come in!" Dan called. Even his voice brought back vivid memories, and he sounded pleased! Maybe he had seen her getting out of the cab!
Shuddering, she opened the door and rushed inside. He was on the sofa, his left leg in a partial cast extending from knee to foot, a pair of crutches sat against the end of the sofa.
He stared at her-as if he were seeing a mirage. His eyes ran up and down her figure, he cursed and a wide smile touched his mouth.
"Sonofabitch!" he exclaimed. "Is that really you, Elsa?"
"God yes!" she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "Am I-still your girl, honey?"
"Damn it, yes!" he growled. "What the hell happened to you? We were supposed to have a date Sunday, and-"
"Well, I took a bus and came over to see you Saturday afternoon and-you were with some girl named Sally ... and I split, fast! How could you, after Friday night? I mean-"
"Dirty sonofabitch!" he growled, an expression of puzzlement on his face turning to relief. "You heard that bitch, I suppose ... Honest to God, Elsa, I kicked her ass out, I didn't screw her..." He shook his head. "That's why you didn't call. I'm sorry, Elsa!"
The room spun around her, her legs trembled. OH, he does want me! she thought wildly. I know he's had girl friends! A man like him would have them crawling all over the place! And I went back to Everett, after just barely meeting him, and let him fuck me-to get even! He's probably been having some fun, too. I didn't call! He didn't know where to call me!
"Ohhhh, if you really do still need me, honey, I'm here as long as you want me!" she gasped.
"Get over here, you young blonde sexpot!" he growled.
She closed the door, tossed her handbag into a chair, and rushed to the sofa, tears blurring her vision. But she had to be careful! He was injured, he looked a bit pale and upset, there was a small white bandage on his forehead.
Shaking with furious excitement, she sank down at his right, slid her arms slowly around his neck and opened her thighs, arching her burning, aching, hard-nippled titties into his chest! Ohhhhh, the feel of him, the wonderful closeness, the wild hunger and hope in his eyes, twitched her cunt!
As his right hand claimed a tittie-mound, as his left arm tightened snugly around her yielding waist, as his mouth aimed at her opened, eager lips, she moaned fiercely, her hips curved up, she felt a rich, honeyed bunching of her wild need in her crotch!
"Damn, damn!" he breathed into her opened lips. "I thought I'd lost you, darling! I've been through hell!"
She was too famished for him to answer! She mashed her mouth into his, she felt the sweet, big, hot drive of his tongue into her hungry throat, the possessive grip of his fingers on her swollen, aching breast and as his tongue went voluptuously in and out, she started her cum!
She could hardly believe the depth and fervor of her surging joy! It was like she had experienced no real orgasms since he had brought the last one from her spasming, clutching cunt! It was like Everett had never touched her or had his prick in her cunny. He had been there, available, with enough youth to satisfy the top of her lust, but he had gotten only part of her craving, he hadn't sounded the deeps of her need the way Dan had, the way no man ever had before!
This was like fire and spring and birds mating in the trees, the thrills of her mounting delight were rising from her toes and fingertips and down from the top of her head, sweeping hotly to her jutting titties and her tensing, quivering clitoris!
His thick, sexy, virile tongue was pulling the heaven from every nerve in her love-starved being, his playing hand was drawing the elixir from the roots of her breasts out to her quivering nipples, they were poking at her bra with eager anticipation! Her anus puckered voluptuously, her cuntal depths began to clench and tighten!
Her thighs jerked, her hips swung upward, her clit flexed in sensuous rhythm and suddenly the awful, crying need for him surged like hot lava from her cunt! Her puffy lips broke from his, she shouted her wild, furious delight!
"OHHH, GOD! OHHHH, HONEY! OHHHOHH-OHHH-MY CUNT IS CUMMING JUST FOR YOU!"
Dan shook like a stud in heat. His cock had started thickening the moment she had entered the house, it had stiffened up along his belly during their conversation, and now his knob was so damned swollen he knew he had to get his gun off before the day was over!
He knew why he had slipped and fallen off the damned scaffold; he had been thinking about Elsa, worrying about her, wondering why the hell she had disappeared, and then he had ended up in the fucking hospital with a broken ankle!
But she's here now,, man! he thought, holding her tightly. She's getting her sweet hot goodies, she's wilder than I ever saw her! The poor cock-starved young blonde is flipping clear out! Maybe she's had a fuck since I saw her last, I could hardly blame her. I teas fucking Rita Wood and dreaming about Elsa!
She must have overheard Sally trying to get me excited enough to pour some prick in her cunt. The windows were open. Sonofabitch! No wonder she took off! Sally's flashy new car in front. She was a bold, lib bitch that afternoon!
"Cum good and hard, sweetie!" he breathed in her thick, fragrant blonde mane. "Cum for me, cum for my prick! You're going to get so much of it you'll faint!"
"OHH, OH, OHHH!" she whimpered, her aftermath quivers, the slow rise arid fall of her beautiful ass, the delicious firmness of her titties surfing his need. "Ohhhhhh, God! I went off-all over!"
"Beautiful!" he chuckled, his throat thick with his emotion. He had seen her tears, he felt them on his throat as she gradually softened and began kissing his neck and cheek and running her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, these last few days were awful, honey!" she breathed.
He pressed her still-covered, bulging tittie-mounds playfully and chuckled reassuringly.
"It's all over now, sweetie. We're here! And if you don't stay I'll lock all the doors and trap you."
She sighed and lifted her head and looked at him with such adoration, such eagerness, that he felt more thickness in his throat.
"Oh, you couldn't force me away now!" she giggled, glancing down at his basket. "OH, did I hurt your leg, honey?"
"No, sugar," he grinned, starting to unfasten her easy-access blouse. "Now, relax and be yourself! It's okay! I'm going to get free of Anna somehow and you're going to be my bride. Understand?"
"OH, I sure do!" she beamed, her left hand dropping to his crotch. She touched his cocklump and shivered. "Oh, Dan-I haven't been very good! I'm afraid I was so damned hurt I did some things..."
He trembled, remembering Rita Wood. "Join the crowd, Elsa. I was sure you'd gone for good. I figured you wanted a younger man..."
"OH, hell with that!" she breathed, arching her tits toward his fingers. "Lots of girls younger than me marry men older than you-and I know why! Experience. And I'm not all mixed up about a father image, either. You don't seem forty-five at all! I know one reason for that too-you don't waste yourself or drink heavy or worry about losing your manhood. You've got it! My father is older than you and he still gives Mom all the loving she needs. Oh, honey-it's all too good to be true!"
He chuckled. The halves of her blouse were coming apart; he looked at the sweet, firm out-juts of her superlative breasts, hugged by a sheer black, lace-trimmed bra, and his cockhead flexed again!
"Damn!" he murmured, gazing at her mounds hungrily. "I almost forgot what a beautiful, sexy pair of titties you really have."
"Mmmmm!" she breathed, watching his fingers. That fine, sweet pussy aroma was filling his nostrils, her shortie skirt was back to her pretty, rounded ass, he could see the beautiful V of her long, nyloned thighs, bands of white sexy flesh between the ribbed tops of her hose and her dainty cunt-mound, and a hungry moan rose in his throat.
His swollen cock tensed inside his pants and briefs, she felt it against her pressing fingers; she shuddered, breathing faster.
"OH, if you weren't hurt I'd drag you down on the floor and get that big thing IN, and I'd never let it out of my cunt!" she exclaimed.
"Hell, we'll manage it somehow," he chuckled. He looked at her closely. "Can you really stay here, Elsa? Where the hell have you been? I called and your husband said you'd left-Nancy wouldn't tell me a damned thing..."
She trembled, her fingers caressing his prick-lump. "I did leave him, for good! I won't tell you what brought it to a head, but it was pretty shocking for him, the ignorant ass. I had some savings and I got a little cheap place in the basement of a hotel. Honey, I've really been writing, though! My book is coming along! I wish you'd read it and tell me what you really think..."
Somehow this flattered him deeply. She had told him once she never let anyone look at her manuscripts before she sent them out.
He grinned and nodded. He pointed to a book that was lying near her on the sofa. "I found your latest one on the stands and read it, Elsa."
"Oh, you didn't!" she exclaimed, but she was highly pleased. "I shouldn't have told you my pen name!"
"I know a lot more about you, now," he grinned.
She squeezed his basket and trembled. Her nipples, in the sheer, taut cups of the sexy bikini bra, were stiff and expanded; her hips squirmed restlessly on the sofa, he could see wetness along the line of her crevice where the black, thin panties shaped her swollen, pretty cunt. Her face was deeply flushed, she looked more radiant than he had ever seen her, she was as happy as a child with a new toy, she was just utterly delicious!
"Honey, I haven't done a lot of those crazy things I write, but some of them sure heated my pussy!"
He laughed. God, it was good to have her close and cozy and eager for him again. She was so much healthy, vibrant girl that the whole thing was a little scary.
"That's what I like, sweetie, your pussy good and hot," he smiled.
"OH, it's burning up right now!" she gasped.
"I know," he said, enjoying the vision of her, so dainty and young and alive. And she was going to be where he could enjoy her all the time! "But we have all the time there is now, Elsa. I'll be off work for about a month, at least. I get disability pay and part of my wages. We're going to have a crippled-leg honeymoon, right here. Okay ? "
She trembled and tears came in her eyes. She hugged him and strained her titties in close, she started crying! A big, hard lump rose in his throat, he caressed her waist and ass and felt her wild tremors of joy and anticipation. Sonofabitch! He had it all together, even with a broken ankle. It had brought them together!
"Hey, cut it out now," he said, patting her ass.
She sighed and hung onto him as if he were the last straw and she was drowning. A wave of love and compassion almost swamped his emotions. She began kissing his throat, her hand on his cocklump pushed in harder. He knew he could kiss her and play with her titties and make her cum and cum, but they had days and days! The thought of all that lay ahead of him shook his senses. It was almost too good to be real...
Elsa was weak and shivery with delight. There was a new intimacy between them now, she was more relaxed, she was sure of his love, she was confident she could please him in bed and out of bed, and a delicious glow spread through her whole being. He seemed to have a sixth sense about what she liked and needed. They were tuned in together as she had never ever been with any other male. She was obsessed with him, her body belonged to him, titties, legs, ass, arms, lips, clit and CUNT! And her anus, too! It seemed to want his prick as badly as her pussy wanted it!
I guess I'm silly for crying this way, but it had to happen! she thought, drying her eyes on his shirt. He still doesn't realize just what this means to me! He doesn't have to marry me, if it's impossible. I'll be here, anyway. I'll give him so much pussy he won't ever want another girl as long as he lives! Oh, I want him to look, that's what men do, but I'll get the gravy! I'll be the best piece of pussy he EVER HAD!
"Look, sweetie, when can you move in?" he murmured in her hair.
"Right now!" she gasped. "If I can use your car-" She hesitated, leaning back to look at him. "I have to tell you, honey. I'm almost down to nothing on my savings. I was looking for a job this morning..."
"Hey, your job is taking care of me," he grinned, his hand returning to her tender, swollen titties. Ohhhh, they were out a mile! They were ready to bust the thin bra and billow forward even more! The ache in her nipples was fierce and sweet, her clit was almost ready to shoot its love-shots again!
"Oh, I'll take care of you, all right!" she gasped. "Will I ever!"
"Now, you want a nice quickie before you go get your stuff?"
"Oh, if you don't let me have one I'm sure I'd run into a post or something!" she gasped. "It won't-take-very much!"
He shaped her breasts in their sheer, tight covering; he teased her tumid nipples. She moved slightly so she wouldn't strike his legs and hurt his wounded one. She knew she had to hunch and hunch went she went off! Ohhhh, and it was almost ready! Her nerves shouted for another violent release of her love and passion!
"Been thinking about my cock, sweetie?" he murmured banteringly.
"OH, all the time!" she breathed.
"I've been dreaming about that nice, sweet tight pussy, your hot young mouth, your beautiful firm ass..." Suddenly he squeezed her left breast very hard, his prick tensed inside his pants, beneath her playing fingers! This was a kind of sweet torture, waiting for her cum, but he understood! He was inching the honeyed thrills from every zone of-her turned-on body, he knew all about delaying the fun to the very limit, he was so good with her whole being, he was purposely not bringing his cock out yet, building the wonderful suspense, toying with her lust!
He loved sexy undies, and she would tantalize him too when she calmed down a little; she would do all kinds of sexy things for him-everything in the book! Ohhhhh, it was starting ever so slowly, now! Her cunt was flowering, turning inside out at the mouth, her thighs ached for caresses, her anus was twitching, her cunt quivered with wild anticipation! Achingly and excruciatingly, the honeyed thrills quickened, they began to sweep from her titties down to her hungry, pulsating cunt! A flood of fresh love juice dribbled out into her panties, her clit seemed to lengthen even more, and suddenly the suspense was over! Her frantic flexing love bud, nestled between the twitching upper expanded wet labia began to throb!
She shouted wildly as the sugary sex-thrills burst from her crotch and cunt and anus! Her hips bucked as she had known they would, her titties seemed to burst with need, her nipples seemed to pulse in a new wild way, and then her whole pelvis was responding to his overpowering maleness!
"OHH, OHHH, OHHH-NOWWWWWWW!" she wailed. "OH, my cunt is cumming hard for you, honey!"
The quick, sweet wrenching of her crotch as she humped furiously was deeper and more furious than before! He loved to have her cum, and she was cumming in her panties and bra the way a hot girl should-all the way! The hunger for his prick caused her cuntal depths to wrench and twist! She heard the sofa springs creaking while she humped and jiggled across her peak and then dropped deliciously into a pulsing coma of relief...
"Ohhhhh, OH, OH, OHH, Dan!" she panted, softening in his arms, kissing his throat again, her cunt still twitching out the last twinges of her tittie-play cum! The agony of wanting his prick was nearly too much to bear! But she knew she would have it ... sooner or later! It would be sliding voluptuously in her eager cunt in and out, in and out, in and out until she blew her mind...
Twenty minutes later, freshened and relieved and excited, she was driving his car to the old hotel. She was through with that dump-but it had served a purpose. She was sure she could be packed and out of the cramped damp apartment in half an hour, and then she would fly back to her big, handsome, sexy lover! His injured ankle might keep them from having their fun in the usual way, but she had a vivid imagination, and so did he!
Dan winced as he readjusted his left leg and cast on the hassock. He had been to the can on his crutches, he had washed his cock, glad that he had managed a kind of half-bath only a few hours before. He wore only his briefs, he didn't want too many clothes in the way when Elsa returned.
The phone rang, and he scowled. Surely no hitch in their plans! He had placed the instrument so he could reach it without too much jerking around. The goddamn pain killer he had taken the day before was wearing off, he was getting some real twinges of discomfort.
"Yes?" he said into the receiver. The feminine voice almost sounded like Elsa's! He had a few scary seconds before he recovered. It was his plump, sexy neighbor, Rita Wood.
"Oh, I shouldn't call you, honey," she said. "I saw that beautiful young girl get out of the cab ... Shame on you! She looks about twenty! I saw her leave or I wouldn't be calling, honey..."
He shook his head. She appeared not to be sore, a very unusual development considering the way she went off on his sliding prick! He suddenly recalled that he had given her the dildo, making a joke about it. She had laughed, too. That had been the morning before his accident. He hadn't seen her or talked to her since. When a buddy of his had picked him up at the hospital and brought him home in his own car, the one Elsa was now driving, Rita hadn't been out on the lawn in shorts and. halter. She hadn't expected him at that hour, and on crutches, too.
"How are you, anyway?" she went on. "I mean-that awful cast on your leg and everything. How are you going to entertain that sexy young blonde?"
"Oh, I'll manage somehow," he chuckled. He was glad he could end an affair so smoothly. Sometimes it became rather sticky and bitchy. Well, he was through with that kind of crap-he had all the girl he needed! He would have to live next door to Rita for probably a long time, and having her as a friend would be better than as an enemy. "Having a date soon with your new boyfriend?"
"Oh, one of these days," she said, giggling. "But I do have to thank you for your little gift! You know-"
"Sure, the dildo," he chuckled.
"Well, I wouldn't tell this to anybody else," she said, intimately. She did a little acting, like most broads. She had watched too many soap operas. He remembered that he hadn't gone down on her, after all, and she hadn't sucked his cock. Probably just as well!
"Tell what?" he asked.
"Oh, how good it is!" she gurgled.
"The hell," he said, feeling more relief that she wasn't putting heat on for another fuck date. "You like it, huh?"
"Dreamy!" she giggled. "Wow! You devil, you-suggesting such a thing." Her voice lowered. They both had private lines, no one could listen in. But dames had to do a little put on, some of them, at least. "Honey, I can't leave myself alone! I've had six climaxes already today!"
"Great!" he said. But inside he felt a little disgust. She did need a boyfriend, but frustrated housewives had to do something. He was sure she used her hands regularly, anyway. Most dames would never admit it in a hundred years.
She sighed into the phone. "Oh, all right, I won't hold you any longer, honey. I think about you when I-climax. Is that okay?"
He shook his head. Dames. "Sure, baby."
She cut the connection. He dropped his receiver and heaved a sigh of gratitude.
He was damned lucky to disentangle himself so quickly! The moment Elsa had arrived, the threat of Rita had been at the back of his mind. A few words from her and his blonde near-bride would be really pissed off!
Well, she had evidently been having some fun, too. Natural as hell, after hearing Sally in his house, right here in the living room, showing him her cunt and trying to entice him to continue with their fuck program. When a libber tried to carry her fetish into the bedroom it got a little awkward; and she was a poor fuck, anyway. Good riddance!
Now, with Rita having her goodies on a cheap hunk of vibrating plastic, he was home free, man! His cock stiffened and tingled at the recent memory of Elsa's furious tittie-tease climax. When she returned and got her stuff put away they could begin enjoying all the comforts and excitements of a bride and groom. Yeahhhh, man!
As Elsa was loading the last of her things into the rear seat of Dan's sedan, her freshened cunt already turning wet with sweet expectation, she heard a familiar girlish voice. It was Nancy Smith.
"Honey, you moving again."
"You bet and it's for keeps this time!" Elsa exclaimed.
"Say, you sure look nice in that outfit," Nancy smiled. "Who is he, anyway?"
Elsa wanted to cut all the strings to her past. "Oh, a big handsome devil. We're going to be married as soon as things work out."
"Oh, you lucky thing, you," Nancy giggled. "I got another good fuck from Steve the other night ... Say, you wouldn't believe who moved in with Arthur!"
"Screw him!" Elsa snapped. "I don't care who she is."
Nancy giggled. "Some old sow he picked up at the Cozy Tavern. You ought to see her! I hear she fucks like a mink and poor old Art can hardly get to work!'
"He deserves it," Elsa said, dryly. "I was thinking about digging him for alimony, but I don't ever want to see him again!"
Nancy sighed. "Boy, you sure look turned on. I bet it's that big rugged writer you dated ... You sure did a lot of yelling that night!"
"Oh, go on," Elsa said, blushing. She didn't care to have inquisitive Nancy poking around. She thought of Everett Sampson and giggled, winking. "He's an older college student-has plenty of money and a flashy car. I cum real good with him!"
Nancy laughed. "That's what it's all about, honey. Be seeing you. A funny thing is happening at home. I think Earl figures I'm getting a little on the side, and he's improving..."
"Goody for you," Elsa giggled.
"Say, how is your writing coming along, honey?" Nancy asked, starting to turn away.
"Oh, fine," Elsa said. "I have plenty of inspiration now. Lots of nice hot, sliding prick!"
They both laughed.
Twenty minutes later, as she opened the front door of Dan's house, she uttered a gasp of pleasure. He was wearing only his briefs, his prick looked almost as large as it had when she had left. Of course, it was still hidden, but she could see the lovely, long ridge up along his belly.
"Oh!" she giggled happily. "All stripped down for fun, huh?"
"Right," he smiled warmly, looking her up and down. "Take some clothes off, very slowly, will you?"
"But, honey-all my things are piled in your car..."
"You can do that later, sweetie." He grinned and wiggled his tongue between his lips. "You give me a good, sexy strip show and I'll do what I planned to do some time back."
She shuddered, turned and locked the door. Her hands were shaking like crazy, her clit was rising and tingling sweetly; her nipples hardened, her inner cunt twitched!
He wants to eat me, she thought dizzily. I know he'll do a terrific tongue job on my cunt, he's so good with everything else! A strip for him! Ohhh, yes! I'll make him want my pussy, I'll drive him frantic. And I want to get the rest, too. A big HOT SPURT OF HIS JISIM UP IN MY CHURNING CUNT!
But not for hours and hours, maybe even a day or two. They had all the time in the world! When he had saved his virility as long as possible, he would favor her with lusty gouts of cum! A man his age had to be careful, he knew that only too well. When she was going on his prick she was so out of it she might never even know when he did reach his climax!
Oh, he was so clever. He always gripped her real hard and made some sounds like he was cumming, and she flipped her lid! But all the same, she was sure there would be something very good and deep and hard when he finally did go off! He couldn't hold back forever!
"Gladly, honey!" she gasped, twitching her ass. He already had the stereo going, playing softly. She placed her hands behind her head and moved closer to him, undulating her butt in time to the beat of the music. She had posed for him before, but this time she would do a better job. Ohhhhh, much better-and sexier. And her reward would be his mouth on her swollen pussy, his tongue sliding sweetly in her twitching, pulsating CUNT!
She arched her swollen titties forward and reached her right hand to her blouse. She began to undo it, watching his eyes shine with desire. She remembered the opening lines of her new book, her Confessions. "I began playing with my pussy at the age of twelve and got my first fuck at fourteen..."
I screwed a lot of guys after that, too, she thought, trembling. But I never knew what a fuck really was till Dan got his hands on me! Somehow that was just kid stuff! He turned me into a passionate, vibrant woman.
"Honey, I wish I could have grown up in a colony, the way you did, learning how to enjoy sex and prick when I was real young!"
"Well, you did very well, sweet," he smiled. "Terrific."
The blouse was unfastened now; she spread the halves slowly, letting her nylon-covered, swollen titties peek out, first the nipples and then her whole jutting mounds. He smiled encouragement and his right hand went to his briefs. He drew the band until his big, wet cockhead came in sight.
"OHH, that's-torture!" she breathed, staring at the apex of his manhood, framed by tight foreskin. Her cunt lips quivered, her nipples tried to break through the lacy thin cups of her bikini bra. They were becoming as long as before, they itched and burned.
She had something on her mind, she had to say it. She had considered it while working on her book.
"Those older women who trained you, honey ... Were they really good?"
He chuckled. "Hey, let's don't talk about the past. You've had a few men, I've had some women. Let's start all fresh."
"OH, yes!" she gasped. "You're right, honey.
I'm sorry! But you know how a writer is, always curious!"
He nodded. "Sometime in my own crude way I'll write some of it out for you. Might make an interesting story, with your imagination."
"Oh, right!" she exclaimed. All kinds of ideas began to whirl in her head. "With your past and my experience we can make a lot of money!"
"Hey, I thought this book you're working on was your Confessions, Elsa."
"Well, it is-but I'm thinking of more books, lots of them..."
He laughed. "We could both use the money."
"Honey, you give me lots of good loving and plenty of prick and I'll just write like hell!" she exclaimed.
"Good," he grinned. "Don't forget, you're stripping for me."
She trembled. She could never forget that. He liked her body and he was going to see it all, every inch! And she was going to have every inch of his big wonderful prick snugly in her cunt!
She removed the blouse, let it fall to the carpet, and swayed her titties at him, spreading her thighs. She writhed her ass to the soft beat of the music, back and forth, around and around. Her panties were becoming flooded with eager juice, she could hardly wait to finally bring them down and expose her bare, wet, expanded cunt!" Then he would give her her reward, a hot wiggly tongue in her pussy and maybe a stiff finger in her anus!
CHAPTER NINE
"Oh, Dan!" Elsa gasped. "How am I going to spread out and not hurt your poor leg?"
She was naked, she had helped him take his briefs down, she had helped him into the bedroom, and now he sat on the edge, his huge hard prick angled up and out, wet with his clear slick fluids. Her cunt had never been so expanded and turned inside out! It was a pussy-blossom of twitching flesh, her strip act had gone right down to the wire, her body screamed for prick!
He promised to eat me, I want it, I want it ALL, but I have to be so very careful. His leg has to heal fast so we can really fuck again!
"I think we'll have to settle for you on top, beautiful," he smiled. "Sixty-nine style, huh?"
"OHH, wonderful!" she breathed.
He eased himself to the center of the bed and stretched out on his back. She placed a pillow under his cast, her head whirling, her cunt quivering with sweet anticipation. Her pussy-wetness was running down her thighs, her tits felt like sexy balloons, ready to burst with her loving need!
Breathing hard, she very carefully crawled above him, her thighs opened where his shoulders touched the bed; she braced her torso with her hands and arms. She gazed down at his wonderful, thick, big-knobbed cock, breathed the warm male aroma from his crotch and her mouth ached for prick!
It's a crazy dream come true! she thought. I haven't sucked much prick, really. It always excited my dates and made them cum too soon! A few guys have lapped at my pussy, too, but not one of them really knew HOW! Nearly all of my heroes go down on their girls and suck them till they scream, I've read all about it, and fellatio, too-but I need PRACTICE!
Dan stared upward at Elsa's sweet, swollen cunt, flushed with her wild desire, the inner pink labia unfolded and pushing out past the labia majora, her quivery young cunt hole expanding and contracting with her eager trembles, and his prick felt as big as a telephone pole! His tongue was thick with anticipation, it had been years since he had given any girl or woman a real cunny sucking, mostly because they were inhibited and didn't appeal to him the way Elsa did.
She was table pussy, man. Every little twitch of her beautiful ass, every dainty gesture, even her sensual walk, screamed eat me! But they had had so little time together before, she had stayed up on top of him, entranced with his prick in her tight, contracting cunt, for nearly an hour!
Now he had time to enjoy her to the full-in a limited way, because of his goddamn busted ankle.
He began to caress her silky, warm trembling thighs, breathing in the orange-blossom fragrance of her cunt, able to see up across his chest and belly where her beautiful hard-coned breasts were lowering, the pink stiff nipples longer than he had ever seen them. She was so delectably young! And turned on this way, she seemed even younger than ever, like a child bride, a fine big healthy Swedish girl who had it all, man!
He wasn't like most men, worried about the different men she had fucked; his whole training in his formative years at Sumpter had taken care of that. He had screwed plenty of girls and women! Dozens!
Equality meant more than just talk, a girl had as much right to enjoy sex as a man, but the old stigmas lingered, polluting lives and breaking up homes. A well-satisfied girl in love with one man would be the last one in the world to start chasing after marriage. Heli, in Japan the girls who worked in the big, plush houses were much sought after as wives. They would know how to please a male. Those clever Orientals.
As he stroked her thighs, working closer and closer to Elsa's tempting cunt, he slid his right hand up across her quivering ass, trailing a finger along the anal crevice. She shuddered.
"Ohhh, yes, honey!"
Suddenly her fine, firm titties were pressed at his belly, he felt her lips at the root of his cock; she started kissing her way up his shaft! Gently, his tongue trembling and eager, he drew her crotch down toward his uptilted mouth. The velvety mouth. The velvety caress of her lips on his tensing, tingling cockmeat fired his excitement.
Beautiful! She was going at it in such an enthusiastic way, too. She loved his prick! Her tongue was flicking out, her whole body quaked, a fierce little moan came from her throat, her opened pink wet cuntmouth twitched and contracted!
"Ughhhhh!" she muttered, feasting on his cock, her lips sliding up to his knob! She kissed it tenderly, sucking and licking his clear man juice. Her tremors quickened, her ass trembled, her cunt dropped lower with no encouragement and just as her jaw opened wide, just as his knurl of sex went slowly into her mouth, he shot his tongue-tip into the coral, quivering, pulsating rosette of her cunt!
She moaned fiercely, her lips sucked, she raised her head, obviously afraid she would bite his prick, because she was cumming! He drove his tongue in doep, felt the voluptuous quick clenchings of her cuntal membranes, the indrawing of her thighs, the eager downhunch of her beautiful ass.
She wasn't trying to drag out her delight this time; she was too wild for a climax! She had been too long without one! All her wiggling and stripping had tuned her too high! But her fun wasn't coming as swiftly as if she had prick, he could feel the first pulsing of her joy in a slow, lingering way, until the fury increased and then she was into the swift, hard pounds of her orgasm!
At the peak of her spasming thrall he pushed a finger-end at her anus and squeezed it IN!
"OHHHH, NOWWWW-OHHH, OH, OHHH, HONEY!" she shouted.
Her anal passage tightened in sweet rhythm with her delicious cuntal clenchings, she was shooting a very big one! A flood of cunt juice oozed around his lips and he sucked it in like precious elixir! Her cunt-bloom was leaking her vital girl juices into his hungry mouth; the twisting contractions of her cunt, her wild shudders of thigh and tittie, soared his pleasure. Sonofabitch! Her flushed, expanded cunt lips fluttered against his mouth; he slid his anal-enclosed finger deeper and he felt another burst of passion seize her crotch! She was riding from one hot pulsing cum into another!
"OHHH, OHHHH, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" she wailed, her tits jiggling on his belly, her whole beautiful, young body vibrating with the honeyed pounds of her joy! He felt her enlarged clit-tip tensing against his mouth; her little, quick ass-jerks, not too hard against his face, filled him with sweet wonder. This girl really went off hard on a tongue, man! His tongue!
The delectable waves of her relief jerked her thighs and ass and titties. Her anus twitched its pleasure, too. She loved that backside penetration, and he knew that sooner or later he would have his prick in there...
That's when I'll blow my mind, he thought, sipping more cunt juice, hearing her sweet whimpers of satisfaction.
Just as she finished her aftermath, he wiggled his tongue deep into her twitching cunt once more. She gasped, she trembled and the final tightening of her sweet, hot cunt filled him with a kind of glow a real man knew after getting a nice, loving girl's dainty gun off!
"Ohhhhh, my God!" she breathed, resting. "I never had it like THAT, honey! I love that finger! I love your tongue! I love your nice big prick!"
Slowly he lifted her dripping, still-shivering cunt from his mouth and she turned around slowly, sinking down at his right, cuddling in close and warm and true. Involuntarily his hand went to her pussy and her hand shot to his tumid, tensed prick.
"Ohhhh, Dan!" she breathed, kissing his neck. "You do love to eat me, don't you, honey?"
"Delicious pussy!" he exclaimed, and meant it. "Out of sight!"
"Oh, I was afraid to keep your cock in my mouth when I was cumming!" she breathed.
"Hey, it's okay!" he chuckled. "Remember, you're the one who does the cumming around here. Beautiful!"
She cuddled, her fingers sliding eagerly up and down his cockshaft. "Oh, when you do cum I'll go out of my mind!"
He trembled. "It's going to be today, sometime, sexy."
"MMMM!" she whispered, hunching up on his hand, fitting her expanded cunt to his palm. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Did I hurt you leg, honey?"
"Not very much," he grinned. "Don't worry about it."
"You have to get well fast!" she giggled. "So you can really fuck me good!"
He laughed. "Well have a big celebration then, huh?"
"OH, WOW!" she gasped. Her eyes widened. "Are you really going to cum in me today?"
"Yes, you sweet, sexy bundle."
"I think I can top you without hurting your ankle!" she gasped. "Oh, Dan! I do need your juice! I don't care if you have to wait a long time to want me aagin. I NEED YOUR JISIM!"
He trembled, his prick flexed, he pressed her uptilted cunt very firmly. "But I'm going to make you cum till you're dizzy, first."
"Yes, YES!" she breathed happily, more tears in her eyes. "This is just too much, honey. Having you in your nice house, and doing things for you and giving you lots of hot pussy..."
She began to sob against his shoulder. A lump came up in his throat, he hugged her with all his strength. He would never let her go, never.
* * *
Elsa heard the mail truck stop in front of the house, she leaped from her work table and peered out of the window. Several long envelopes went into the box, her heart pounded, the rushed out of the front door before the truck had hardly pulled away.
With Dan's help she had finished her Confessions in two weeks, two more wonderful weeks had flown by. Dan had a timekeeping job for the same contractor who had, employed him before, he was at work now, and his ankle was all well; he could walk without a cane. The crutches had been returned.
As she snatched the letters out of the mailbox, her heart nearly stopped beating. The one she wanted was there, Air Mail, thick and lovely, her publisher's imprint in the left upper corner. She tore off the end with shaking fingers. As she drew the fold of papers out, saw the familiar color of the message, she shouted with joy! A contract!
When she eagerly found the amount of the advance, her head whirled, her cunt twitched! It was the biggest figure she had ever seen! Tears filled her eyes, she ran to the house with her legs shaking. She and Dan had scrimped by for weeks, she had done everything she could to save money, but now their worries were over! As soon as she fired one copy of the contract back, she would receive the check...
A line of the enclosed note from her editor struck her right in the heart and pussy!
"...by far the best writing you have ever done ... this will need hardly any editing ... we hope to see your new one soon..."
Dan helped me, she thought. He is not really creative, but he knows just where to make a scene better, he edits out a lot of stuff that isn't necessary, he made it into a real professional job! Oh, God, how I love him! Will we ever celebrate tonight! I've been topping and topping and topping! This time I want him to FUCK ME! My anus is getting more sensitive, he gets a finger in it easy now-and tonight I'm sure I can take his whole big hot cock in my virginal back end! OH, I'm about to cum off right now!
But she had several things to do before he came home. She had his car, he was going to work in a car pool to save money. She had to sign the agreement and get it in the mail, fast. She had to buy some new, thin, sexy undies ... long black hose and new makeup, steaks for his dinner, a bottle of wine and candles and then ... it was Friday! He wouldn't have to work the next day. They could fuck and play and tease and fuck all night long!
He shot me his jisim that day, that wonderful day we toere together again, and he said this morning he's ready to pour another big load in my cunt-or anus! God! When he shoots so far out I nearly faint! A whole half a cup full of his cum spurted clear up in my cervix! I never knew what a fuck really was until he squeezed that big knob into the mouth of my womb. It went clear crazy around his glans! He was the first man to ever do it, so I was a virgin! Now, tonight, he's going to break another cherry in my body!
Dan waited in the bedroom, his cock already hard and ready. This was a big night, man. Her delight about the contract, her loving manner during dinner by candlelight, the hot promise in her big blue eyes, all had built his excitement to the breaking point. He was naked, he had showered and rested after coming home, before dinner, his ankle was healed well enough, and now his young, curvy sexpot was fixing herself all up for a strenuous lovemaking session.
It was cum night, too. He had waited the limit, he couldn't carry his reserves too far; her busy tight cunt made him use every ounce of his control, he had been using his fingers and mouth more than his prick, the last few days, and this was it, man. He was going to the moon! But not until he had enjoyed her for hours and hours. It might even be morning before he unloaded...
She wants it up the anus, too! he thought, his nuts aching. Sonofabitch! I'll squeeze it in there somehow! When I get a finger in it she flips clear out, her cunt goes wild around my tongue or cock!
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and he stared and stared. Sweet damn! She wore a very sheer black, short nightie he had never seen, the lacy hem barely concealing her cunt; she had put on very long smoky nylons and high-heeled sandals, her lips were a bright carmine flower of temptation, her eyes were expertly shadowed and fixed so that her. big eyes looked ever larger, her long blonde mane glistened in the lamplight, her swollen breasts strained at the decorated, lacy top of the nightie, her pink, tumid nipples looked as long as thumbs, framed by sheer nylon cups, poking out through holes, bare and stiff and ready for his mouth...
"Jeeeeesus!" he burst out. "You're nearly too much, sweetie!"
"Oh, I want to be sexier than hell for you, honey!" she gasped, wiggling closer. He had the radio going and she began to undulate her beautiful ass in time to the music. Her thighs spread, she rocked her crotch in and out, back and forth, as if she were taking his cock. She knew what he liked, all right! A fine long buildup before the nitty-gritty. Temptation carried to the sensuous limit. She hadn't written all those hot, provocative sex sequences for nothing!
"Want some nice hot cunt, honey?" she giggled, flagging her ass faster. She slipped the hem of the nightie upward until her swollen, blonde-haired pussy showed in all its beauty. The outer labia already were swelling back to expose her coral wet inner cunt lips; a wave of mingled perfume and pussy aroma made his head spin. His cock-head tensed, his foreskin peeled down a little from the puffy, purple, juice-sliced knob. Her eyes feasted on it, her carmine lips parted, her pink, wiggly tongue came out and she outcurved her jutting breasts until he thought the whole nightie top was going to tear. Her nipples, standing out naked and swollen, made his mouth quiver. It was a hell of a sexy nightie, with openings for her tittie-peaks.
"Great!" he exclaimed.
"Now, see this!" she giggled, turning suddenly and aiming her curvy bare ass right at him. He stared, his cock tensed. She had put lipstick around her anus! As he watched she puckered the flesh invitingly.
"Sonofabitch!" he growled.
She leaned her torso down, opened her thighs and tipped her pretty ass even higher. Her dewy, puffed cunt lips showed, too. The wet, pink labia twitched as her anus tightened!
"See what I want tonight, honey?" she giggled, turning her head to peek over her shoulder. "You got your big cockhead in my cervix for the first time, you got that cherry there. Now you can take this one too!
"Damn!" he muttered, his cock as hard as stone. "You're too much, Elsa!"
She wiggled her butt playfully, turned around and posed for him again, arching her cunt away out, away up. She reached down and spread the dainty puffed labia and revealed the pink, wet swollen nub of her clitoris! Drinking her cunt juice the past weeks, tasting her cunt and playing with her fresh young body, he had noticed that her clit was actually larger than ever.
"That needs some tongue, honey!" she giggled, hunching back and forth, tensing the tumid swell of her sex. More pussy wetness leaked from her cunt-blossom down her opened, silky thighs onto the webbed tops of her nylons.
He stared and responded by raising his hips to accent the length and rigidity of his prick. Her eyes flared, her lips opened, her nipples puffed out even farther. Her clit was getting larger, her back and forth fuck movements quickened, her breath sucked in.
"OHHHH, do something to me, honey!" she gasped, shuddering. "I'm starting to CUM!"
For a second or two he wanted her to finish right in front of him', alone, but the wild temptation of her beautiful body, her opened, quivering cunt, her straining thighs, her thrusting ass-it was all too much!
He leaped to his feet, grabbed her and swung her down to the edge of the bed. She uttered a happy cry of excitement, her thighs started toward her shoulders, her hips lifted high. He leaned forward, breathing hard, staring at her swollen titties, her flushed pretty face, her peaked tumid nipples standing up through their lacy openings, and his prick had to find her cunt!
Being able to stand now and do the thrusting after weeks of lying on his back and letting her fuck, gave him an extra turn-on. It was very delightful letting her top-ride, but sooner or later a man wanted to do the very basic, primitive, dominant mounting. It took more control on his part, but he had never found a girl yet, except a damned lib type like Sally, who didn't like that kind of fucking the best.
Climbing up and asserting the male strength was as old as time, a real female responded to it wildly. He would be in command during an anal fuck, too. Or getting her cunt from her rear. His damned ankle had kept him from enjoying that, also. Not anymore, man.
"OHHH, hurry!" she panted, rocking her puffy cunt away high, luring his phallus. "Drive my ass clear through the bed, honey!"
He remembered vividly his last climax, when with her help he had managed to squeeze his prick into her cervical passage with her on top; he had gripped her hips very tightly and up-hunched. The big squirt of his lust had poured in hard, her cunt mouth had convulsed around his cockhead and he had shouted his long-awaited delight.
From now on he would make it better! Tonight, though, he had another place in mind for his cock-blast. Maybe, maybe not. He would see when the time came. Giving her pleasure time after time was what it was really all about, what he had been trained for since youth. Male greed had no place in satisfying a beautiful, sexy young girl.
For one of the first times in his life, he mounted swiftly, driving his prickhead into her cumming, twitching, pulsating cunt with lusty, hard vigor! As his knob struck the quaking, throbbing door of her womb, she screamed! Her cunt flogged his prick! Her whole pelvis erupted with almost savage intensity.
Elsa was in climax heaven! It had been so long, on their very first date, since he had asserted his real, total maleness, taking over, pinning her ass to the bed with his big, beautiful rigid prick, she was losing her mind! Ohh, a girl really needed a good, hard, virile fuck stroke cum once in a while!
My cunt is going off HARDER than it ever did! she thought dizzily. I've become tuned in to him as his bride of a few weeks, I've enjoyed nearly all the imagine stuff, fingers and mouth in my cunt, I've topped him till my ass muscles got sore, but this is WHERE IT'S REALLY AT. Him-HIM-pouring the prick to my cunt!
OH, I'm having a multiple! OH, he's giving me those good, hard deep fuck hunches! OH, OH, OHHHH!
Her clit was popping against his prick, her anus was clenching in luscious cadence with the voluptuous wrenching contractions of her cuntal deeps, her once-invaded womb mouth was tightening, too. He wasn't going to give her that this time, he might cum too soon! She couldn't have that happen for hours and hours!
She shouted again as the heavenly throbbing and clamping of her cunt went on and ON! He was her big stud, asserting his dominion over her cunt, her titties, her whole being! In one way, it was her honeymoon cum-because his injured ankle had limited their screwing! No more! From now on she would have her ass driven through the bed every time he wanted it! Her cunt knew it, her mind knew it, her ass and titties and anus knew it! This was the big difference!
She wanted to be totally possessed by him, mashed and ravished by her big-pricked wonderful lover! Yes, yes, ohhhh-YES!
She suddenly realized that his position might be awkward, with his feet still on the floor, her ass barely on the edge of the bed, but as the heavenly pulsations of her relief shook her legs and pelvis, filling her with a new kind of wonder, she knew he liked this position! The extra bigness of his cock, his tremors of pleasure, told it true!
"OHH!" she panted, floating back to earth. "OH, honey! You really broke me in two with that one!"
"Good!" he murmured against her titties, still braced high, looking down at her. "You've just been boot-jacked."
"Ohhh, you devil! What do you mean?"
"Up in Sumpter, when I was a kid working in the woods, that's what the men called this," he grinned. "A good, hard edge-of-the-bed fuck."
"MMMMM, you can boot-jack my pussy any old time, honey!" she breathed. "OHH, I went off TWICE!"
"Right, and it takes a lot of control, sexy. With you, one hell of a lot of it."
"Is my pussy really that good, you big hot stud, you?" she giggled.
He smiled and slowly drew his cock from her still-fluttering, twitching cunt. She shuddered, her cuntflesh wanting it to stay in, but he knew what he was doing, how long he could leave his prick in her cunny! That was what made him so wonderful!
"You know damn well it is," he said gently, peeling his foreskin back over his swollen glans. He sat down at her right, gazing at her fondly, stroking her nyloned thighs. She felt so delectably cozy and relieved after her violent multiple on his prick, she sighed happily and rested her ass. Oh, they were so good for each other!
Hours and fifteen delicious orgasms later, Elsa knew that she was going to lose her anal cherry. His knob had a sweet, familiar bigness, his eyes were blazing, he had stretched himself to the very limit. Of course he had rested between her delicious peaks of pleasure, he was not Superman. Lying around with his leg in a cast hadn't kept him as fit as usual, but he had the virility left for the beautiful finale to their wild evening!
Bracing herself on her hands and knees in the middle of the firm mattress, she waited for him to mount! He loved the little touch she had added earlier, circling her anus with lipstick.
"You sure this is what you want, sweet?" he asked, sliding halfway on top of her, his rigid prick between her thighs, his hands stealing under to cup her titties.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed. Sweet tremors of anticipation ran through her body, her anal opening twitched, her puffy cunt fluttered. When he had eaten her cunt earlier, he had slipped two fingers up her anus, she had had a shattering orgasm! She was as ready as she would ever be!
Very slowly he brought his expanded knob against her drippy, shivering, eager cunt and snugged the big glans between her tender cunt lips. Oh, his sex was huge! His hands on her titties gripped harder, his excited breathing excited her too, this was a big moment for him.
When she had first read about Karezza she hadn't believed a man could defer his ejaculation for an indefinite period. But she had the living proof! He had made her a happy, well-climaxed believer!
His cockhead oozed delectably into her pulsating cunt, deep and true! She moaned her joy. She knew what he was doing, wetting his prick with her cunt juice for the big entrance in her other love passage-ohhhh, yes!
He hunched once and shuddered, his big nuts very tight against her squishy, trembling cunt lips. The knob was right at her womb-mouth, he could drive it IN any time he wanted to, he had the length, the know-how-and how!
For a wild second or two she wished he would finish with his rich flood of mancum gouting in her cervical tube, but he had something else for her body, something very special....
Carefully he drew his prick from her slickened, twitching cunt and centered his glans against her eager, puckering anus! Very, very adroitly, his excited panting making her whole ass-end quake, he began to open the mouth of her virginal, cock-hungry anal pucker! The sensations were so new and sparkly she whimpered, her titties swelled in his hands. He braced his knees in a different way, his chest touched her shoulders, his knob was oozing IN!
She loved rear screwing in the cunt right from the first, but the guys who had tried it could never last more than a few moments! She understood how compelling an orgasm would be, the ancient thrusting that had been the mating position for ages and ages! It was harder for her to meet the thrusts and do her part! It was a totally male function. It aroused very deep, primitive responses in her cunt!
"Ughhhh!" he muttered thickly, squeezing more of his prickhead into her shivery anus. "Does it hurt, sweetie?"
"Noooo!" she cried feverishly. "Honest! Get it away IN, honey!"
I expected some pain, I was not going to deny him anyway, but it feels wild and woolly and wonderful! He's worked me up to this by fingering my anus when he eats my cunt. Ohhhh, ohhh, it's going in FARTHER! It feels so sweet and good I can't believe it! It's FILLING me in a new wonderful way! He's breaking my cherry! OHH!
Dan shuddered with furious expectation. Her anus was almost as good as her cunt! It was tight, very tight, his foreskin was back, his knob was IN, her muscles were already clenching delectably. He went the limit!
He had anticipated a few twinges of discomfort from her, but she hadn't even flinched! She was a natural, because she was totally uninhibited, and he had been building her up to this for a whole month.
As his big, taut nuts cuddled into the flowered-out wet lips of her fluttering cunt, they opened to caress his balls! Her thighs spread farther, her ass tipped up higher, he inched his cockhead in all the way!
"OHHHH. OHHH!" she moaned fiercely. "OH, IT'S GOOD!"
A quick, voluptuous clenching of her anal passage expressed it even better than her shouted words. Sonofabitch! His swollen prick had never received such a sensuous flesh-grip, never! The beautiful young firmness of her ass, the way her body was responding to this new invasion of her flesh, fired his need. Out of sight, man!
Shaking with lust, he pulled out a few inches and came back IN. New wetness from his cock-head was laving her flesh, he needed no more lubrication, her cuntal moisture, her flooded cunt, had provided the rest. Another luscious clenching of her anus, a sweet shivering of her cunt lips on his nuts, brought his prick out and IN again!
"OHH, OHHH, HONEY!" she moaned, arching her ass higher, pushing back very hard, "I'm CUMMING! GIVE ME YOUR JISIM, SHOOT ME DEEP!"
He groaned, the long, long waiting was over, at last. The tension in mis nuts and cockhead had to be relieved! Several times earlier he had almost broken his nuts; her abandoned top-riding, his above position while she came up on his prick, had nearly drawn his load!
Slowly, with precise rhythm, he began to fuck. The luscious snugness of her flesh around his sliding meat, the excited clamping of her anal muscles, her fierce cries of sensual joy, started the excruciating first twinges and pullings of his climax.
Listening to his heavy panting, feeling his wonderful rock-hard prick sliding and pumping in her first-pricked anus, whirled Elsa into a new world of sensation! She was cumming, she knew he wasn't ready yet, but she had to go off! The compulsion was too strong! She knew she would cum again when he finally drove his knob deep and filled her passage with gouts of manjuice! Now she was his, totally, completely!
Her cunt convulsed as if he were fucking there, her clit stiffened, it began to throb out its-shots! Her whole pelvis churned in a new, violent way! Her titties in his loving grip seemed to burst with her lust, and she screamed!
OH, my cunt and anus are going crazy! she thought wildly. OHHH, I NEVER had it so hard and sweet and GOOD! Everything IN ME is cumming! He's going to pour another big load of mancum in my body in a new hot place!
Suddenly she knew it was time! Even in her convulsive thrall of ultimate delight she felt the hard, sure, deep tensing plunges of his wonderful prick! The knob was puffing, his big shaft was tensing, he uttered a wild, animal cry of delight, his big nuts throbbed against her twitching cunt-lips, they pulled up real hard and tight, and then the whole wonderful cockshaft pulsed in her anus! His cockhead felt as big as a baseball, she received the outpouring of his lust, the quick, hard fuck-lunges and she screamed again! Her pelvis was exploding once more, right after the first one!
Her anal flesh contracted on his prick with such quickness she couldn't believe her senses. Her pulsating cunt contracted in the same swift,-deep cadence, rocking her into a new zone of sensual thrall...
"OHH, OHH, OHHH, OHHHH!" she wailed, as wave after wave of heavenly spasms gripped her entire being in a new, sweet way. She knew she would be as limp as a rag after this one, but she couldn't stop cumming! Wild horses couldn't have held her back! Her cunt and anus had to finish the erotic race, this pounding, churning answer to her cravings, her girlish needs, was sealing their love and togetherness in a new, wonderful way!
She belonged to him more fully than ever before! Love juice flooded down her shaking thighs. Her ass was backhunching wildly, the bed was creaking, she was getting his SPURTS. She was having his long-awaited and wished-for passion! It was almost too much! The room spun around her, she slumped to the bed and his big prick followed her down, still gliding and pumping and filling her deeps with wonderful, hot, thick cream from his big, beautiful nuts!
"Man, ohhh man!" he panted, dropping down on her shaking body, still giving her the prick, letting it soak in her twitching depths. His shudders of relief, the injerk of his legs, told her how good her body really was for HIM! When his nuts tensed and flicked at her body, as he went off, was the most wonderful sensation in the world.
But I won't drain him until he's good and ready! she thought. I don't want him to cum again for two whole months! I'll have so much fun with his huge, hard prick I'll have to write another Confession story!
