Cynthia Domino is a rare, inimitably beautiful long-legged, auburn-haired sixteen year old, with no sexual experience. Raised in the wine country up in Northern California under strict parents and belief, she is nonetheless like a sexual goddess in flesh.
Her parents have been killed in a gory accident, and to replace the love she has always received from them, she seeks an older man. Not for sex, but for the whole of true love. Now living in the Hollywood-Los Angeles, California area, she finds all the men to be less than boring, and can't stand young boys. She needs the father image, and finds it at a party when she meets handsome, forty year old Fang Lo Paka.
Fang is a gambler. It's his life, and he's good at it. When he goes off to Las Vegas to gamble, it isn't long before Cynthia sets out after him.
He discovers her waiting for him in his hotel room, and is quite annoyed in the beginning. But her loveliness prevails. They have a beautiful and torrid sexual affair that is filled with arguments about him falling in love with her, and her already being in love with him. She loves the way he gives her hot oral sex as much as straight. She loves his organ, his body, and everything about him. But he refuses to admit his love for her.
They enjoy a night out on the town, and return to their hotel where Cynthia gives him his pleasure. Fellatio. She does it in the beginning more or less according to what she has read in books and seen in porno films. But, discovers his weaknesses while doing so, and ends up giving him the best he's ever had. But, once again they argue about her wanting him to love her. And she decides to play a game. She walks out on him. She discovers the game of love is the biggest and hardest and most unfair game in the world. But if she wanted this man, she had to play it.
A year later she returns to him much more mature, and completes her mission. He's had all of her but her anal canal, and once he has more of her, then her anal canal, he's hers, and she's his. She won the big victory she set out to win. But it took the woman in her to help her. The woman her mother left behind, and she had to be.
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CHAPTER ONE
Young, vibrant and seductive is what I was often called by those who looked upon me without any personal knowledge of what I was really like. Many saw me as an aspiring, up-and-coming young actress, or model they could not remember seeing on any screen or pages of magazines, but felt I belonged there. Others thought of me as someone they had seen in the limelight as an entertainer, but could not remember exactly where. It could have been on a motion picture or television screen, they thought, the cover or between the covers of this or that magazine, or perhaps both. But once again they could not be absolutely certain; yet they felt it was where I belonged, because that was where the elite class of female beauties I resembled appeared.
However, the one thing almost everyone who did see me agreed upon for sure: I was heavenly blessed with the mind of mature feminity and sensual loveliness most men dreamed of taking to bed with them, but seldom did. And, as fate would have it, even I proved later on I was a lot more woman for my tender age than the average man could have properly handled if given the opportunity.
Very little in life was exciting to me until I had passed my sixteenth birthday. I grew up in a small town in Northern California, where my family helped make the wine I loved, and still do until I see what it sometimes does to those who have weak minds.
When my family was killed in a gory automobile accident, I could no longer live at our place. I loved them too much, and too much of the place and people reminded me of them, and they were not there to love me. I needed a man like my papa, for I was determined to be a woman like my mama. No one knows his or her destiny, and neither did I at the time.
And, at sixteen years of age, I possessed a tall, willowy and mature body, but it only took one man to conquer me; a man I had more than my share of problems conquering because of my innocence and his expertise. I had to work diligently each and every day, and in every way I could think of, to bring home the victory badge; the Blue Ribbon Banner. He always countered with his expertise and experience, while I whittled away at him with my innocence and other feminine qualifications I came to know about, use properly, and found they worked wonders! Therefore, once we met, a torrid battle was constantly erupting and exploding. There could be only one victory, and I was determined to make it mine. God, was I determined! WAAAHHHOOO!
Because I must be perfectly honest with you as well as myself, I must relate to you exactly the way I saw myself at sixteen when I met up with my first lover, who is presently still my lover. To see me as I was at the time, is to see a young girl struggling for her life it seems to me now. The man had me going in all directions. To see me as I was at the time, one must also understand words in this portion of a seriously provocative narrative, are not the words of one filled with vanity, but words of truth. And I say these things about myself because the were told to me, and I can see quite well, and know what I see of me now as I did then when I looked into a mirror.
I was a magnificently endowed girl with flamboyant attributes that would inflate the most modest imagination. At this tender age I stood five-feet, ten-inches tall in my bare feet. My long, full-bodied auburn hair was like refined strands of silk. It almost always fell in a disheveled mass of three various size manes. The largest of the three usually fell partly over the front of my left shoulder, covering my left breast. The second largest fell down my back and partly covered my right shoulder, while a small mane fell against my right cheek and chin, and barely reached the top of my right breast.
At times, depending on how I wore my hair, it tossed in the center of my back. Now, my eyes are grey, okay? But I've been told they were wide and somnolent, torrid and haunting, as they beamed from my forehead. My lover once told me they effused suspense and intrigue. And I guess it was fair for him to say my eyes were hot and penetrating, because when I looked at someone like him, especially him, I tried to see right through him. He even said I could look into a man's mind and see his thoughts. Maybe so: maybe not.
I have also been described as having a satiny-bronzed complexion that was flawless, and the simplicity of a vividly protruding nose that became my girlish face. But this I know about my face, and was quite proud of; two dimples may have been cryptic in my cheeks until I smiled, blushed or spoke certain words, but they were there, and part of my physical make-up. I loved my dimples: I still do. They even excite me. and most of all, they did. and do give me a subtle tinge of innate distinction and personal glamour, and enhanced and still enhance my vernal charms.
At the time my lips were full and naturally pink, and I was informed by an expert that they were enticingly succulent and were the personification of over-ripe fruit, just as they were more torrid than the noon day sun. This I know for myself; they were always soft, warm and ever so moist and mellow, as well as lascivious, particularly when I slightly parted and licked them with my tongue. I had the habit of doing that in front of men. I was always trying to taste my lover after we met, because when I did, he tasted so GOOD!
Well, when they speak of my legs today, they do it very much the same as they did when I was sixteen. When it came to legs, it was said, I, Cynthia Domino could have either been the first in line and got the originals, or the last. If I was the last, which many did believe, the maker felt sorry for me and handed me the mold they came from. My lover described my legs as being exciting and curvaceous as they disappeared and uncurled into alluring, deeply bronzed thighs that lewdly rounded into wide, quivering hips. Being willowy as I was, and still am, and also lissome, I did have a pleasantly long and quite neat and small waist and flat belly, while the aspect of bounteous, cone-shaped mammaries protruded provokingly from my chest, and were inimitably lovely. My worldly lover said of all of me; when those that gazed upon this auburn-headed teenager all together, including my long arms and slender fingers, they were looking at the duplication of loveliness; an animated young and freaky sex-goddess on a supply anatomy that had its individual gleam and glitter. "Without a doubt, Cynthia Domino," he said softly to me once, you are endowed with loveliness unsurpassed in the world of feminine pulchritude. I can't figure out why you aren't one of Hollywood's glamour girls."
We were in his cozy apartment on Third Street just off Vermont Avenue. And up until that night, the men I had met in any area of the state I had travelled in, failed to prove anything worthwhile to me. But Mosi Fang Lo Paka, a handsome Greek-Hawaiian, was all men to me rolled into one. I knew from the very beginning-he was the right man for me. To convince him of this, as well as being the right girl for him. would not be any easy task. First of all he was forty years of age. looked thirty, and was not the marrying kind, or he would have been hooked years ago.
Thanks for the compliment" I finally said, gazing back into his big brown eyes. "But I don't care to ruin my life with glamour."
"I was noticing your eyes at the party." he said, and I childishly cut in before he had a chance to finish his second compliment.
And?" was the word that I used to stop this beautiful compliment he was man enough to finish as if I had never interrupted him.
"They flashed and stared at me off and on with a celestial glitter that has to be uniquely your very own erotic... and deeply personal sense of silent communication. And it worked. Ms. Domino. You're here in my apartment, and I'm still admiring you."
Talking about eyes that go right through you: well. Fang Lo Paka had those very same kind of eyes. Right then I could almost feel the heat from them burning through my nipples.
I was wearing a lovely full length brown cocktail ensemble, and although it was full length, it was quite scanty in the right places. The back was completely opened--a thin spaghetti strap held the front up and was tied in a bow-knot behind my neck. The outfit was cut in a long, slender V" down the front to my perfectly shaped navel, and up both sides to the middle of my thighs. Other than the ensemble I was wearing high heel party slippers, bikini panties and Chanel 19 perfume. Only the panties belonged to me.
Anyway, my excessively long, thick nipples felt as if they were going to burn a hole in the soft material that hid them from Fang's eyes. It felt as if each of his hot eyes were upon a naked nipple belonging to my delicate and very sensitive pop-top breasts. And let me tell you, they were womanly sensitive, and extremely so. But, how was I to know. No one had ever touched them before with my permission. And all I felt when those who did touch them without my permission, was pain at time, and always humiliation--never passion.
You've got eyes, too," I blushingly said. "Hot eyes. They burn. I felt them all night long." I turned around and admired his living room.
"What a lay-out you've got here! Even a bar!" I turned around and smiled curiously at the handsome man still staring admiringly at me. "Well, Mister Lo Paka, you do something other than sweep young chicks off their feet like you did me." I tilted my head slightly to the left side, and my hair fell away from my left breast to give it air to breathe. My eyes had a question in them that soon became words I formed and spoke. "What is it. Mister Lo Paka?"
"Fang," he said quietly.
"Yes... Er, Fang. Your real name?"
"Mosi Fang Lo Paka. That's me. I prefer Fang to Mosi."
"What does it mean?"
"Fang... to me... means things of the wild. You know... Er. A tiger has fangs, wolves, jaguars... "
"And snakes." I giggled. "They do, don't they?"
"Yes. Ms. Domino," he sighed. "Reptiles do have fangs."
"Er. isn't it Oriental? Your name I mean?"
"I was born on the island of Hawaii." he told me. "My father was a native, my mother was Greek. Yes. Ms. Domino, the name is indigenous to the islands. And I also have some Filipino blood in me, since you're apparently taking me apart, blood by blood."
"Not taking you apart," I pouted, then I smilingly pointed a teasing finger at him. "I knew you were mixed with something when I first saw you. Sexy body, beautiful long black hair... How long have you lived on the mainland?"
"Since my military discharge," he replied.
"Would you like a drink?"
"Uhhh, no. What kinda work do you do?"
"Number one. I'm a retired vet.," he told me.
"Number two. I'm a professional, Ms. Domino. I make my living as a gambler, and my excitement whenever and wherever I happen to be, and something as lovely as you comes along."
"Are you good?" I teasingly smiled.
"At anything and everything I do," he said.
He sounded as if he was bragging, but he was merely being honest. "Are you sure you don't want a drink?"
"I see. Er, no, thank you. Nothing to drink."
"I see." He crossed over to where I stood near the bar he had made himself; although it looked like it cost a fortune, it hardly cost him anything. "I won't have a drink, either," he said. "You're stimulating enough for me." He smiled briefly. "And in that case, I think I had better do something about it."
"You've been doing a lot all night long," I told him, just as his strong arms took me and drew me close to his manly body. "And I can still feel the effect."
"So can I," he smiled. "But, presently I'm merely tipsy. Make me drunk!"
Helplessly, innocently, I surrendered my entire frame of fragile loveliness to him. His hungry mouth seized my honey-sweet lips, and I volunteered my tongue, which he hotly massaged with his, then offered me the same.
Oh I had been kissed before, but never like this. I had not ever given into any man this way before. And while the beautiful sexual amusement went on arousing us, his hands wandered lightly over my upper torso, searching every inch of the softness there before they went further on down, embracing that which was hidden beneath the ensemble. In a moment I felt his hands, warm and active upon my jutting breasts, and erotic excitement invaded me, then pervaded me. Those hot hands squeezed my titties firmly, but not roughly, and that excitement began to rumble through my entire body, with most of the stimulation settling at the tip of my very sensitive clitoris, and in my very narrow and shallow virgin vaginal canal. Those virgin walls inside my canal began to ooze cream into my hole from all sides, and female heat and eroticism prevailed. "Ummm!" I muttered while we continued our passionate kiss. And the eroticism and heat became prevalent. Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!!" I tightened my arms around his neck, because it seemed to be the right thing to do, and that was what the girls in the movies and books always did. I figured it was the right way to respond. I know it felt good when I did. and I was really responding, I tell you. I was giving all! "Ummm! Ummm! UMMM!"
We parted for a moment. Breathlessly, I said; "Waahhoo! And all you ever hear about the island... is about the sugar and the lovely girls. Never a dude like you!" That was all I could say right then, so to hide my obvious innocence. I gave him back my lips and the tongue he seemed to love to suck on. Like before, he did it so gently, but ever so hotly and with a beauty that was invisible, yet I could not only feel it, but see it. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!" I never felt so good before. H e was mashing his hard chest against my breasts, so I mashed them back against his body. Then he pushed his lower body harder against mine, and I returned the favor. All I could do was follow his movements and apparent desires. Then I felt his hard-as-rock peter jabbing me in my belly, and. oh, my God. the pleasure enhanced. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!" I took my mouth and tongue back and gave him my sultry eyes to gaze into while I tried to round up my senses. A warm smile covered my face, and fear pervaded my soul.
"You should be in porno." I said, still feeling the peter pressing against my belly, frightening my virgin snatch.
"I was a couple of times," he admitted. And my clitoris up and fainted. I even felt my legs began to wobble.
I smiled slightly. "Really? You were really in porno?"
"Really."
Oh. hell. I thought, what have I got myself into? Can I handle it?
"A super-stud, huh?" I grinned. Was he?
"If you wish to call me that. Fine. I call myself a man!"
I tightened my arms about his neck while I thought it over. What did this kind of man do with innocent virgin girls like me? I went a step further and laced my fingers back there. Those guys are really, really hung, I thought. Waaahhh! He'll kill my snatch! But at the same time I thrilled at the feel of his hard peter against my belly, bringing more erotic excitement to pervade me. "Er, are you wild, Fang?" I grinned. I was fighting as best I could to make him believe I was a mature, sexually experienced woman.
"I've never been tamed since birth," he told me. Oh, now I knew for certain I was in deep sexual troubles. I was not going to be able to tease this man and run off and laugh about it latter on. I could say goodbye to my virgin cunt right now, and get it over with, because as sure as it was all juiced up for him, the peter banging at my belly would soon be thrusting in and out of it.
"Neither have I," I was saying, still putting on my grown-up act. But I meant it in a different way. I wanted him, and was going to have to fight to get him.
There could only be one champion in the same division, even if I was an innocent sixteen-year old, and he was an experienced forty. I could plainly see Fang automatically took me to be the challenger, and just getting into the same ring with him was defeat for me. But it had to be an empty life being champion without a perfect companion. Alright, he could remain champion, but I was going to make myself his companion, and be compatible to him in every way. T he one thing he would never do to me would be to knock me out for the count. A T.K.O. was just as bad, so I had to certainly watch myself in the clinches. I knew he did his best work there.
I opened my sweet mouth and surrendered the perfect epitome of raw, pink honey to him. I fed it to him, believe me, and he took it all with a delight even I had to notice. We bathed each others tongues with warmth and desire that turned me into a fiery frenzy. While I enjoyed and endured the painfully passionate kiss. Fang was undoing my garment. When he had the strap loosened, he turned it loose and the ensemble descended to my waist and hung upon my hips. I felt hot needles piercing my flesh as his hot eyes gazed upon my naked breasts. I could not afford to show the feeling of being disparaged, and certainly had to withhold any inhibitions I might have had. Strangely enough, I did not feel any. I felt good in a moment. I guess it was because I was too much of a freak for sex without knowing it to feel other than I did. And feeling this was only evoked more of the sultry bitch in me.
I found myself moving my protruding, cone-shaped breasts with the thick and very hard nipples at the ends against him. His hands moved over my hips, then moved them from side to side, and his eyes told me this was the way to make love. So, I did it of my own volition to his pleasure. I worked them from side to side, and pressed my body tighter against his at the same time. Gosh! It sure did feel good to me. I was in a red hot chasm, suspended between female eroticism and natural heat. The result was a delightful pleasure I welcomed into my body. "Ummm!" I moaned under the spell of erotic pleasure. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm" I felt as if I was going to do both number one and two at the same time. My urethra canal felt as if it was receiving water from my bladder, while my anus declared it was going to defecate my waste materials. Was that at all possible? Should I have such a feeling in my cunt and anus? Not to mention what I felt in my entrails. Should I?
Well, since I did not have the knowledge, I was very alert, expecting anything since this was the first time I was ever in the arms of an experienced male before. And having read all of those books on sexual love, I did not want to miss out on a single moment of what those girls I read about received.
This made me force more of my tongue deeper into his mouth. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm! I moaned helplessly in the rapture of hot ecstasy that was bubbling inside my body, especially my slimy vaginal canal. And there was a stream of cream secreting, it seemed, from the tip of my white-hot clit, as well as what was actually seeping into my pussy--that little pink creature between my trembling thighs. The heat was overwhelming me! I was near the point of orgasm. Would I make it? I never had before.
I thought before I let it happen, and pulled out of his embrace. "Shit, man," I said, "you've got me all hot." I grinned. "Naturally you intended it, huh?"
"Naturally? But of course! What else?"
"What else? Er, well, er... I hope you haven't got a big peter Fang... '"
"What's that got to do with anything?" he wondered. "Anyway, it depends... It depends the same with you as it would with any other chick. Have you got a big snatch? If you've got a big one. I've got a small prick. If you've got a small one. I've got a large prick. If you've got one at all... it shouldn't matter. You ask questions like a child, Ms. Domino. Er, how old are you anyway?"
I felt tears fill my eyes instantly. God, I could not afford to lose this man. He already meant the world-and-half to me. Would he faint when he heard the truth? Or would he happily accept me as what and who I WAS?
"I'm.... er... not yet seventeen," I admitted truthfully. "I just, er, look older. I told you the truth about my family... and this girl I've been living with. If you send me away, I won't finish school... I'll become a whore, and I know that I don't want another man but you. You can believe that or not. You won't have any troubles with me at all, I swear it. I'll be and do anything you wish, but sell my body, or go to bed with other men for your pleasure while you watch. I've seen it, and I hate it! This girl... she does it. And I've been so scared those guys were going to make me do it. That's why I was so glad to meet you tonight."
He lifted my chin with a gentle finger. "I like that," he smiled. So, er, why don't we make a pact here and now? We live together and I take care of you. You won't ever want for anything, but you will continue going to school. Er, I'm not rich. Gamblers seldom are. But we don't stay broke like drunks and addicts, either. We do have good moments at the gambling tables. With a chick like you, I might get to bee extremely lucky. However, don't ever ask for a wedding ring or expect one. Comprehend?"
"Comprehend," I smiled. "But, er, is it big, huh?"
"Only you can ever tell me that right now," he said.
"I can feel it, huh?"
"Help yourself. I'm not bashful or inhibited."
I took my nervous left hand and brought it to the front of his slacks and felt his hard-as-stone peter.
"Jeeezzz-uuusss!" I exclaimed. "What a rod! Er, may I have a look at it?"
I was already eagerly opening up his slacks. I licked my lips lewdly while I finished undoing his fly. Then I slipped the slender fingers of my eager hand off into his slacks and into his shorts and grasped his stiff pole. I knelt before it as if it were a god! "My Gawd... its beautiful!" I declared seriously, but oh, was it huge! Nevertheless, for reasons I learned later, I was not frightened anymore, but was I ever excited. "I bet this one can really give pleasure, huh?" I had the overpowering urge to kiss the beautiful bald head, and before I knew it, that little dream became a reality.
"I'd like to have it all, all night long... I think." I kissed the bald head again. "Ummm, ummm, it sure feels goooddd! Er, will you, er give it all to me? But be very, very gentle, okay?"
"It's not to play with." he told me seriously.
"My pal here... is for loving tender young twats. asses and mouths and throats, and titties, too, at times. Where do you want it?"
"Huh? Oh, er, I don't care." I felt the beautiful organ again. "Oh. Fang, a girl's gotta be sick to play with a magnificent hunk of meat like this! And, man, I ain't sick at all! This is gonna be serious business with me." I squeezed the stiff peter once more with both hands. "Oooh. it feels so good. I believe I could cream by just holding it."
"Cream all you want, baby, but you've got a special cup to hold mine."
What was I supposed to say to that. Well, I said, "Right, baby. So, er, come fill my cup!" And I hoped I said the right thing."
CHAPTER TWO
Just as Fang moved his lips against my left cheek, there was a moderate knock at the living room door. He smiled as I sighed and removed his arms from about me, and I pulled my ensemble back up over my front and sat on a bar stool.
It had to happen," he said softly, and walked to the door and opened it.
Lovely Cyndi Cordet was standing there in all of her magnificent loveliness, attired in a lemon-colored summer midriff blouse and shorts. Her short jet-black hair was professionally coifed as always, and just barely touched her deeply tanned soft shoulders. Her wide dark, smouldering eyes blinked as they fell upon me. Cyndi was not as tall as I was, but her figure was ultra-sensual. Not only that, but she was in all reality an aspiring, up-and-coming young actress. However, Fang was staring mockingly at the girl who had constantly jilted him. She was the only girl he had ever wanted to marry, but she was not the marrying kind. Her movie career could not afford marriage. A girl of sixteen and climbing to the top of Hollywood's ladder to the stars did not marry a gambling man like Fang Lo Paka. But she had loved all the loving he had given her since she was eleven, but always ran out on him when she felt herself weakening.
"Hi, Fang baby," she cooed sweetly. "What's happening?"
"Nothing with you, Ms Cordet," Fang replied. "I'd invite you in, but as you can see, heaven has sent me an angel. Besides, if you remember, and I'm sure you do, when you left the last time, you said you'd never be back. Pretend you aren't! Goodbye!"
He slammed the door in her face and locked it. , "Wasn't that, er, Cyndi Cordet?" I asked, as Fang walked back toward me.
"Uh-huh," he grunted. "We were lovers... off and on... since she was eleven. I was her first. I wanted her for my wife. She wanted an Oscar, an Emmy, and the entire damned studio she works for."
"Maybe she'll get them," I said, and he took me back into his arms. "But, er, for tonight, that'll be all she gets."
"Right. Now, er, what was it you were telling me before?"
"Huh? Oh, er, I said... come fill my cup, didn't I?"
"My pleasure," he smiled.
"You gonna be selfish?" I teased.
"I didn't mean it that way," he told me. "Suppose we make it our pleasures? Okay?"
"How can we miss?" I thought out loud. And what was I in for?
What?
Well. I'll tell you the truth; by the time we had kissed and fondled our way into the bedroom, we were both naked. I was on fire, but he said, "You're soft and warm and luscious!" He was holding me as if he meant every word. 'You're delicious and exciting, inviting, provocative, voluptuous, wanton and lascivious, and a little sly with the bitch in you, but its there."
Moreover, he was pleasantly excited by the thick, healthy bush of hair in my pubic area and all that surrounded my little vaginal canal. I know for sure now the entire sight of my mons veneris excited him. He knew more about what was down there than I did at the time. From what he saw of my pussy area, mainly the mons veneris and portions of the labia majora, interested him. Why? Did men like looking at this hairy area of the female's anatomy? I supposed it turned them on, because Fang was throbbing hard. His eyes lingered upon that part of my body as if he were reading it. And he was.
My outer lips were quite, quite small in diameter and at the same time were fat. But it was what was inside this set of outer lips that concerned my expert lover. Inside, there was the world of female eroticism and heat in physical form. There were such goodies as the labia majora, the labia minora, the internal sex organs that were filled with nerve endings, and very, very sensitive to the touch. Because of my youth and virginity, my labia minora could be-seen peeping out from my crevice. Then there was the hypersensitive glans clitoridis; a mass of erectile tissue capping the body of my little clit. There was the crus clitoridis; the continuing two columns of erectile tissue forming the body of my clit, and diverged at the roots from the body posteriorly, and were attached to my pubic arch. Also, there was the corpus cavernosum clitoridis; one of the two parallel columns of erectile tissue forming the body of the clitoris, and these diverged at the roots to form the crura. And there was my clit; a live, pliable, sensitive fuse that was having a heart attack. Therein was the sensitively small introitus, which though I did not know it at the time, was richly supplied with sensitive nerve endings, and was extremely responsive to tactile stimulation. In back of this was the tube, hole, crevice, cunt, pussyhole, twit, snatch or whatever. There was the smaller opening few men ever think about in the female, mostly because of ignorance of her physical makeup in this well-loved of all areas of her body. But this other opening is the urethral. In other words, from which I pissed!
From the way Fang was looking at that area, I wondered if he thought my piss would be soda pop. After all, girls like me constantly filled their bladders with the stuff. Did it come out the same as it went in in my case? I honestly believe he thought so.
I know all women's clits are not the same size or shape. Mine, for example, had the appearance of a tiny button barely obtruding between my vulva lips, but was every bit more than an inch-and-a-half deep, and barely beneath my tissue down there. And this man was looking at my cunt area and knew this organ had a head and a shaft that swelled with blood during sexual excitement, got somewhat stiff to make it tumescent or we're just as beautiful in your crotch. "A really picturesque mons veneris, or Mount of Venus as some call it... as you are all over."
"Oh, er, thank you," I uttered.
We were standing on the left side of the bed, and I felt sexually excited by him just wandering over my pubic area with his hot eyes. Since I was slightly bowlegged and stood back on my legs, my pubic area parted, and he was literally enjoying the view, bless him.
"What's wrong?" I wondered.
He smiled sexily. "I told you. Nothing is wrong... that's the fucking problem. You know... in all my days of viewing the female's anatomy... Honest to Heaven... I've never seen a crotch that is as beautiful as yours. Perhaps a virgin, but only a virgin."
He finally took his eyes off my hot crotch and reached his arms around me. His hard body and strong arms took advantage of my other lovely curves and contours, particularly my lips. We kissed passionately, with his hands holding onto my behind. How stimulating it was, I thought. By this time the sensation had mounted me hotly, and was burning into my brain, which my clitoris is connected to, and instantly there was an inferno between my bronzed thighs. We never stopped kissing when we got off-balance and fell onto the bed. His hands went on gently squeezing my luscious hips, and slipped and slid, danced and pranced, searched and explored my entire body excluding my crotch. This would come later, and so would I. But the fire in the inferno I was already in continued to intensify, and only certain things could put it out. Water was not one of them. And a very special kind of cream. In the past only little fires had been lighted within me. I had never permitted any man to go this far with me. I was in bed with a man! Waaahhhooo! I was going to get it! Goodbye non-hymen cherry, goodbye sweet pie!
Fang's hands went on exploring while I wrestled with the passion and pleasure that had unified and dominated me. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!!! Ummm!" I was jerking and twisting in his torrid embrace, and my thin, baby voice moaned sweetly into his mouth.
Fang flipped me over on my back and our lips parted for the first time since entering the extra-long kiss. "I'm gonna suck your juicy titties," Fang whispered to me.
"Suck'um really good," I said with passion in my voice. I was already lifting my left breast up and offering it to him. "Suck this one." I said.
"Hey. young stuff." he smiled, "you don't know from shit, do you? You don't tell Fang Lo Paka how to make love. You just settle back and enjoy it; get into the act... say anything you like... but do not... I repeat... do not give me any orders on how to make love."
"Okay," I panted, "Ookay, But, er, I'm burning up."
"Sorry, he said. "I make love with fire. So, I expect you to understand that and deal with it."
"You deal with it," I snapped. "You're the one that's got me boiling over. Cool me off or something."
"I m gonna make you bake," he grinned. "Cool you off? Shit, young stuff, I haven't even gotten to your snatch yet. God, and you wanna cool off? You're in the wrong place right now."
I closed my eyes and felt his tongue cross lightly over the mounds of my swollen mammaries and pulsating nipples that felt as if they were actually breathing fire, and I began to squirm. Once again the fires already prevailing were intensified. "Ahhhnnn!" I gasped with hot pleasure burning through me. "Emmmfff! Emmmfff! Oh, it feels so goooddd! Oh, I love it! I love it! Emmmfff! Emmmfff!"
He sucked on one nipple and got half of my breast into his full mouth, and caught the other one in his right hand. He took the big nipple between his index and middle fingers and rubbed pleasure into it with his thumb. "Annnfff!" I gasped. "Annnfff! Annnffff!"
As the pleasure and heat filled my mammary glands, I opened my eyes and they rolled around in my forehead out of control. Passion had command of their muscles. My body was still jerking and twitching as the flames continued to increase their intensity. My snatch was getting sick and on the brink of vomiting up a healthy orgasm of sweet juices. "Woouuu!" I cooed erotically. "Wooouuuwwweeeaaa! Ahhh, Fang, ahhh! Fang... Fang... I'm getting ready to go off... I think! Wouwe, I really... do think I'm... gonna get off."
I was working my hips in all kind of directions, with the most unusual moves they had ever been forced to make in progress. Obviously this pleased Mister Lo Paka, because he was really sucking on my pube and squeezing the other one so hotly until it felt like red-hot liquid steel was dripping from the nipple. "Ahh, I didn't know you were gonna do it like this," I said not complaining, but just so excited I said the first thing that came to mine. "Jeezzz-uuusss, you are really... sucking my tit... Is it alright to say tit? Er, I kinda like to say it."
"I told you to say whatever you felt," Fang took time out to remind me.
His right hand slipped between my slightly parted thighs, and I closed them up as tight as they would go. But they were trembling, as fear came back into me once again. No man had ever had his hand in my crotch before.
His hand slipped over my mons veneris lovingly, and his fingers waded through my long hairs down there until they were opening up the folds of my pussy. I concentrated on the index and middle finger of that hand, as they collected my weeping, sizzling clit and began to hotly massage it for me. And the pleasure was paramount. "Aaaaiiieee!" I cried ecstatically as an intense orgasm struck from deep inside my snatch and the tip of my blue-hot clit. "Oooh, Fang, ooh, I'm gonna get off! I'm gonna get... off! Aaaiiieee, I'm doing it. I'm creaming... right... now! Wooouuuwwweee, I'm creaming! You're creaming... me!"
I put my arms around him when he moved up in bed, and kissed him sexily and torridly all over his face like a kitten, and now , thrusting my tongue off deep into his mouth. My lips never stopped moving, and I was holding all of my little pink pussy up against his hot fingers. My snatch was soaked with cream. Being quite, quite lissome, I drew my feet and legs up, placing my feet at the base of my hips, with my knees pointing in opposite directions, and my virgin hole was wide open. Even though I managed to get into this position, my body never stopped vibrating, for I was having a flurry of hot orgasmic spasms, and groaning and moaning never sounded so good to Fang before. I could tell from the way he was loving me. "Unnnfff!" I sounded off breathlessly. "Unnnfff! Unnnfff! Oh. Gawd, I'm... still screaming! I'm... still creaming! Fang... its so gooddd to m-m-meee!" He licked my mammaries some more, and I sank deeper into that inferno of white-heat he had buried me in. He sucked really hard on one nipple and I fell further in. "Aaaiiieeennnggg!" He moved away with reluctance and began to lick my belly, all the way down to my thick moist bushy mons veneris. Then he got comfortable between my well parted thighs. I had the table prepared for him and the food was moist and ever so delicious-looking according to the way he was staring at my snatch. My pink honeycomb stared back at him as he looked upon my red-hot clit; the pink lightning sitting there at the top of my quivering vulva throbbing, beckoning for him to come and have a taste. He spread my little cunt wide open. My body shivered before he ever touched me again. When he did make his strike upon my clit with his tongue, I screamed like it was a red-hot iron he jabbed me with. "Aaaaiiieee! Ooohhh my Gawd that's so... goooddd! Ummppphhh! Ummmppphhh! Aiiieee! Aiiieee! Yeeesss, Fang yesss! Aaarrrggghhh!"
The evil tongue was violently tormenting my sensitive clit, and the hot sensations it received threatened to do damage to my brain if it continued. I didn't care right then. I was ready to live without a brain, but never without the pleasure I was experiencing. It had me lifting my body up to meet his naughty tongue, for he was making my pussy erupt another inimitable orgasm. "Agggiiieee!" I squealed as the torrid pleasure surged through me. "Aiiiyyy! Aiiiyyy! Woouuwwee, I ain't... never had nothing... make me... feel this goooddd before! Ohhh, the pleasure... What'cha doing down there... making it so freaking... goood to m-m-m-eeee?" He drew my little knob into his moist, warm mouth and flogged it for me torridly, and I tried to cum out of my skin. "Oooowwweee!" I wailed like a hurt dog. "Oooh, Jeezzuuss its too goooddd! I'm getting off! I'm... getting... offf! Ohhh, am I ever... getting off! I swear... I'm creaming! I sear... I... am!
I wasn't sure he heard me, but he had to know what was happening. I say that because it appeared to me that Fang Lo Paka was trying to take over and possess everything between my thighs, and all that was on up inside my body as wells well as my mind. A lightning rod was ever so gently licking, sucking and kissing my cuntrail area, not missing a single, sensitive part of that vulnerable area. I was completely under the influence of ineffable passion and pleasure combined.
Later, when I dizzy from the tremendous orgasmic flurries I had suffered, I felt him ease his long, hot tongue up into my bubbling split beaver. 'Ohhh, Gawd!" I bellowed, and tried to come off the bed. "Ooohhh, Jeeesssuuusss!" I cried under the dominating influence of torrid estrus. "Aiiieee!" He took his thumb and began to briskly massage my quivering clit, and at the same time he managed to slip his index finger up into my twitching anus. Right then I tried to fly off the bed, but couldn't move anything but my hips, as I wiggled them incessantly. Waaahhhooo!" I cried out. "Good Gawd, I'm creaming like that. WOOUUWWEE, I'm getting off a hot one!" He was something else down there between my thighs. I was so happy I went to that party. I was even happier I let him shoot me down, and so hot right then my cream was curdling in my pink pussy. "Unnneee! Unneee! Unneee! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ooohhhrrr!"
I went limp when he stopped. What was next? He was licking and kissing his way back up the length of my willowy anatomy that was beginning to vibrate again. My long arms reached out for him. My big grey eyes were glassy, blurred with tears of joy, and my cheeks were drenched in my own perspiration as well as the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. My mouth was no longer warm, but hot, and my tongue was baking.
"Awww, Fang, Fang, Fang," I cried into his ear. "Where have you been? God, that was heavenly. You, er, gonna always do it to me like that?"
"Sure."
"I believe you were trying to eat it up," I blushed.
"Looks good," he kinda grinned. "And I swear... I've never had the pleasure of tasting a cunt as sweet as yours. It's honey down in there, baby, and all around it. Yeah, I'm gonna always do it that way."
"Awww, you're just saying that to make me feel good," I said.
"I don't make it a habit of lying, Cynthia," he told me firmly. "I didn't say it to flatter you, either. I said it because its the truth. Usually, since you apparently don't know from shit, no matter how clean a woman's sexual body is, or what kind of feminine deodorant she uses, there's always a tint of stale pussy there. Not you, baby. Its sweet, and that's no bullshit!"
I blushed happily. "Er, really, Fang? Really and truly?"
"You bet'cha."
"Thank you. That's a personal compliment I'll always remember"
"Good."
"As I'll always remember you," I added. "Me?" He seemed surprised.
"Yes, Fang. I'm falling in love with you!"
"Awww Cynthia, c'mon! It couldn't have been that fucking good to you already...! I mean... I know it was good..." He paused and studied the truth in my eyes for a moment, then he said, "You mean you have fallen in love with me... it... already?"
"Sounds impossible, huh?"
"Incredible!" he exclaimed. "Well, I've screwed and sucked my way around the world five times while in service, and until this very night. I've never had anything as delicious as your little pussy. And it is little, and mighty damned sweet."
My eyes widened. "Hey," I said," you're serious?" I said happily.
"You bet your fine ass I am."
"Er, you, er... I mean... you love my stuff huh?"
"I'm mad about it! Hell, it's like a... a virgin's stuff!"
"Then its okay if I love you?" I wondered with my fingers crossed.
"Sure. Er, but remember what I said. No standing at the altar for me, okay?"
"You mean... you'll NEVER love me that much?"
"I'm never gonna fall in love with another girl like I did Cyndi, and get rejected. You chicks... you get a man madly in love, then you come up with all kinda excuses. You want careers and this and that, and you can't accept love. Okay! Fine! Just, er, fine!"
"I never asked you to fall in love with me," I said. "But, love is giving, not asking. Screw you if you don't wanna love me! Just don't try to stop me from loving you. God can't even do that!" I felt a tear of a different sort crawling down my cheek, brought on by a different feeling beginning to pervade me. "You make me feel... like a tramp!" I cried.
He took me into his arms and lovingly embraced me. He didn't have to say it; I felt it. No, he wasn't in love with me, and I was not expecting it to happen like it did for me. After all, he was running from it, and I was running to it. What I had to do was make him back up or turn around. Love was there; it was in my heart, and all of it was for him. I had made this up in my mind, and wasn't about to change it.
"You're beautiful," he told me. "I wish I could trust you. I'm forty years old, and you're the most beautiful girl ever to come into my life. God, I wish the fuck I'd never met Cyndi... the bitch! I wish it had been you, believe me."
I believed him. And I also believed I could remove the scars she had left upon his heart and in his mind. Love could work wonders, so I had heard all my life from two people that lived on love, because of love, and died the same way. I would work a wonder of my own. I had to. And maybe that wonder was between my thighs! Was it? He was mighty fond of it. Why not use it. What harm could it bring?
CHAPTER THREE
We talked for a while about my future. We had to pretend he was an uncle of mine I was living with. I was already registered in school, and I would really have to get my real uncle to register me again for the next term. Of course there were other ways it could have been done, but Fang did not want to get involved that way. He told me he was a known gambler, and people in the educational department would not approve if he said he was taking care of me. He would be spurned; I would be forced to leave him, and probably become a ward of the court, and they could do with me whatever they wished. But I believed my Uncle Mike, if no one else, would go along with the situation. He was my father's younger brother, and younger than Fang. But we had enough in common. Mike was Italian, Fang was part Greek, and my lovely mom had been Greek. Mike even spoke the language almost as well as my father had learned over the years. We were good pals as well as close relatives.
"This, er, shit about school is hell," Fang sighed. They want you to go, then they make it almost impossible for you. Shit, I'm damned glad I got my education in service."
"You finish college?" I asked.
"Got my credits, and more sense than a lot of people that go to these big universities," he bragged.
"Fang?"
Yeah, baby?"
"How tall are you?"
"Six-one," he smiled.
"You, er... I mean... I might... "
"... grow to be taller?" he put in for me, and smiled. "So you grow taller. What about it?"
"You won't mind?"
He shook his head. "Naw. Grow as tall as you want. I don't expect we'll be together by the time you get beyond my height... if you do. You'll meet... "
"I won't!" I snapped. "Don't say that, please!"
He nodded. "Okay. Okay." He kissed both my breasts and then sucked the nipples a little until they got hard again. He played in my pussy and got it filled up with more cream, then he whispered to me softly, "Open your thighs, baby. You said I made you feel like a tramp."
"You did."
"Okay. Open up; I'm gonna make you feel like a bitch!"
"Fang, will you teach me? Because like you said... I don't know from shit."
"Open up for your first lesson."
"Okay," I smiled.
I opened my thighs wide for him. I closed my eyes and felt him crawling between them. The other one? Oooh, shit, he was going to want that one too. Waaaaahhhhhooooo!" He was able to get a couple of inches into my crying pussy in a moment, but I was bleeding pain. "Awwwooo, you'rre tearing... me... up!" I gasped with tears. "It hurts... so bad!" Fang believed I was lying. If it was hurting as badly as I proclaimed, why wasn't I trying to get away from it? I wasn't and if he was thinking this, he had a valid point. Instead, I was holding my legs wide open and lifting my cunt up to him. And he was getting into it, too. "Awwwwww, awwww, my pusssyyy, my... pusssyyy! Ohhh, it hurts, it hurts! You're hurting me so bad! Oooowwweee!"
"Okay! Okay! I'll stop. Forget it... "
"Naw!" I innocently protested. "I want you to fuck me!" Realizing what I said, I smiled at the embarrassment I felt. "I didn't mean to say that," I told him. "I mean... I want you... "
"You said it right," he told me. "You want to be fucked, so why don't you stop bullshitting, huh? I told you about the games you young heifers wanna play. I'm not playing your treking game, damnit!" He frowned at me. "Now... what's this bullshit about me hurting you?"
"I'm a virgin, damnit!" I exclaimed. "That's why. Mister-know-it-all!"
"I know it won't hurt once you get in. Pleeeeeaaaaassssseee do it to me pleeeeeaaaaassssseee!"
"Alright, but you gotta relax. You gotta relax your pussy muscles, okay? That'll make it easier on both of us. I don't wanna hurt you: I wanna love you... Make love to you. I mean. "Anieeee!" I kinda cried out a little when he began to shove it off into me. "Ooooohhhh. why does it have to hurt like this?"
"Because you're so fucking tense you could actually saw my cock in half with your cunt! Dammit. relax, baby. Relax!"
"I'll... try... but... please be gentle..." Fang was smart. He took him wand away from my frowning cunt and slipped back down between my thighs and set me on fire with his tongue, his fingers and his thumbs. When he came back up I didn't have anything to say I was so relaxed. He shoved it right on in about half-way and I creamed. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhrrrrrrrrrr!"
Sonovabitch!" he exclaimed. "Wahhh! You're right. You're a virgin. Not only that, but tight and shallow. I'm almost on the bottom and ain't got half of me in."
"I ain't no virgin any more," I grinned against his lips. "And I'm sorry I ain't deep. But I told you. I'm just tall, that's all, and ain't got no twat to speak of. But, er, I love your peter. I swear I do. Er, you can't get any more in, huh? I'd like to have as much as I can take. "
"Don't worry," he said, and began to writhe.
I thrilled to the tender way he was holding me as he writhed and manipulated his peter-pole further into my pussy, which he had stretched to its capacity. I was silent, trying to follow his movements in rhythm. My silence and movements told him I was alright, so he began to give it to me good. I had given him my virginity with love; he had taken it without love he dare mention, but it was there. I could tell it was there, living the same as the love for him I had inside my heart lived.
"Ummppphhh!" I grunted, taking as much of his peter as I could afford to have him pile into me. A man with any respect for the female would not ask for any more. And right then Fang wasn't about to spoil his good thing. He was enjoying my hole as I was thrilling to his pole. My tight, young cunt had a grip on his stem that had to feel to him as if he were in a flesh-vise. And my hole was sucking his want. And little did I know I was going to keep it up until I got the cream out of his balls. "Oooh, hell, Fang, it's goooddd! I feel so good, Fang."
"Wiggle that fine behind of yours," he told me," and enjoy this cock."
"I'm doing it, Fang," I whimpered. "I'm wiggling my hips, and I'm... really... really enjoying your... your cock! I'm taking it, too, ain't I?"
"Half of it." he said disappointedly. "The head's on the bottom."
"Naw." I grinned. "Just tight down in there, that's all."
I held my hands slightly over his back and began to wiggle my hips in rhythm with him. He was making it so good to me I lost control of my movements every now and then. "Give it to me!" I pleaded. "I've wanted this... for such... a long, long time. Ooohhh! Oooohhh! I'm getting off. Fang. You're making me... get off! My first... creaming like this. Ummmppphhh! Ummmppphhh! Ummmppphhh!" Gawd. I was taking a lot of peter, and creaming like it was a river flowing out of my cunt. The intense thrills held me and refused to set me free. But freedom from those hot thrills was the last thing I wanted. I was feeling my cream seeping out of my crack each time he pulled his pole back. Ecstasy was crawling all over me. embracing me, cuddling me, burning me and gently smothering me into another orgasmic flurry. It was a cream-spasm going off inside my happy pussy and from the tip of my jittery clit at the same time'. "Aaaarrrggghhh!" I yelled with pleasure. "Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
I was determined to make Fang Lo Paka all mine. I was determined to make him fall in love with me. From the way he was working in and out of my hole with his cock, he was already very much in love with it. So, from what I had learned in books, I raised my legs up and caught them just behind my knees and let Fang's cock slip another three inches into my cunt. I still was able to wiggle my hips, but not very rapidly. I was in a violent frenzy of torrid pleasure that moved me the way it wanted me to move; in all kinds of crazy ways according to the erotic sensations I was receiving. But I knew this much; Fang Lo Paka had his work cut out for him. He would want to maintain his masculine ego. Alright, in order for him to do that he was going to have to take care of my hole he was in love with.
"You like that young stuff, don't'cha?" I said to him, watching him sweat as he pumped away. "Look at me!" I demanded." I took my hands and moved his long hair from out of his face and from over his eyes. "You look at me, damn you." He looked down into my haunting grey eyes in surprise. "You like that young stuff, don't you? Tell me you like it!"
"Yessss!" he said firmly. "You damn right I like it."
"Yes, you like what?"
"Yes, I like your sweet, young stuff. Goddamn, its good. I swear its good!"
"Cream for me then! Cream for me!" Gawd, I had gone bitching and wild. Or, was I a wild bitch and just didn't know it until now? I think I was.
"It's good to me. too." I whimpered, getting off another good orgasm."
"I know." he whispered. "I can feel the walls of your cunt spasming."
"No. shit?" That one shocked me. "You can actually feel it?"
"Sure."
"I'm still doing it. Fang! I'm... cumming! I'm doing it! I'm... cumming so gooddd! Woouuuwwweee. I love it so m-m--much!"
"It's good, huh?" he asked, breathing hard himself as he pumped away.
"Oh. yes. Fang. Yeeessss!"
"Get off. baby, get off!"
"I am! I am! I swear I am!"
"Shit, keep getting off!"
"You make me get off!"
He reached out and got hold of my legs and lilted them up over his shoulders. I felt another inch of his peter slip into my befuddled twat. Then he got both hands on my breasts and began to gently squeeze them and manipulate the nipples off and on with his thumbs.
"You love my body, don't'cha?" I whimpered, enjoying his pole he was driving deeper into my blazing hot cunt. "I want'cha to tell me so."
"I love it. baby," he said, grinding me deep. "You're a natural little cum-freak, you know that?"
"Am I?"
"You are. You're fucking hell outta me, I can tell you that."
"Oh? I am?"
"You damned sure are. Shit, I could go any minute!"
"Is that what you like about me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well. I like you a little," I whined, getting off still another orgasm. "But I luuuvvvv yooouuuuu... a lot! Aaarrgghhh! Unnggghhh! Gaahhhrrr!"
Just then I felt Fang's muscular body begin to tremble, and his movements became more of a twitching kind of action rather than the smooth rhythm he had been using. And I didn't know what to expect. I did not have the faintest idea right then what he was doing or trying to do, or even wanted to do. Little did I know because he was really, really burying his peter deep in my pussy he was getting ready to deposit his cream in there, too.
I wiggled my hips because I did not want him to get angry, but I really wanted him to stop because he seemed to be in tremendous pain. The look on his face was to me as if someone was shoving a little red-hot pin into his urethra canal. That would be painful. There were many things I could have asked him, or said, but I asked him sweetly. "Is it good, Fang?"
"Yeeeeessssss!" he gasped. "I'm gonna... shoot my wad in your sweet... c-c-c-cunt! Wiggle your hips faster and hold it up here to me so you can get all my juice!"
Oh, it was beautiful, because I felt his peter getting larger inside my cunt, and it was making me get off too. I wiggled and held my stuff up to him and got all of it into me. I mean I got ever long long, thick inch of his wang my pussy. And I suppose that was what made him get off right away.
"Ohhhh. shit! he cried out. "I'm cumming! Unnngghhhhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
"Me. too!" I gasped. "Me. too! I'm doing it. too!"
A stroke of pleasure had hit this masculine man in the top of his head, ran down his spine, into his balls and burst them. I felt that warm, thick and slimy juice filling up my hole and did my creaming right along with him. All we could do. the thrills were so intense, was to jerk and twitch and moan and groan and do a lot of grunting. My hole was so happy it was crying! I was so happy I went to popping my fingers. I felt so good I just held it up there to him because I didn't know how long he would be getting off. Then he went limp. "Ahhh, shit!" he said breathlessly. "Waaahhh, what a fuck! Little girl... I'm really gonna be good to you!"
He wasn't moving, so I knew then it was all over with. It did not seem to me as if there had been much pleasure for him. He only had the one orgasm, but he looked so happy. Why?
"Wasn't good, huh?" I said.
"Wasn't good?" he grinned. "It was the best!"
"Really. Fang?" I blushed, letting my legs down to the bed.
"Really," he sighed, then he kissed me passionately. The pleasure was beginning to subside, but my hole was still twitching and his staff was still throbbing. "How sweet it was!" he said.
"How sweet it was!" I repeated. "Finally got what I wanted and sure did need."
"Ahhh," Fang sighed again. "And I sure got more than I expected."
"Too bad that's all you wanted," I said.
"For whom?"
"For me. I offer you love. Ain't nothing on this earth more precious. One day you'll come to wake up to that truth and really know... how sweet it is!"
"Until them, let's just fuck some more, Fang said, beginning to writhe again.
"I know its good to you," I said. "You keep on digging in it, and you'll fall off in it, and that's when you'll be all mine. Until then, get me off some more. I've been a virgin long enough. I've got to make up for lost time.!"
"Time lost... is never gained," he told me, pumping away.
"It's not time I'm concerned with," I said.
"It's creaming. Oh, and how you can make me do it. Make me feel good all over again like before."
"You just wiggle your behind and take this cock, baby."
"I'm taking it," I said. Then I began to wiggle. "And I got a wiggle that won't quit. Hey, Shift, don'tcha tell nobody!"
"Huh?" That one baffled him.
"Slang my mama used to use. I heard her tell it to papa when they were getting it on."
"Oh. Well, er, say it again."
I wiggled. "Hey, Shift, don'tcha tell nobody!"
"Don't know what the hell it means," he said," but sounds okay."
"My stuff good?" I giggled.
"Hell, yeah!" he exclaimed hurriedly.
"You wanta keep it for yourself--then don't'cha tell nobody!"
He stopped writhing and looked at me seriously. "I won't," he promised. "And you'd better not go around giving it away, either."
"Hey, Shift," I laughed," don't'cha tell nobody," I whispered.
"Keep this a secret," he mumbled, and kept on grinding.
"Lordy-mordy, miss Cloudy's daughter, six six-bits and a quarter... bar it a half!" I said, and laughed some more.
"And, er, who said that?" he wondered.
"My papa said it to Mama when it got good to him."
"Okay, mama," he smiled. "Lordy-Lordy, Miss Cloudy's daughter, six-bits and a quarter... bar it a half!"
We both laughed, then got it on once again until we creamed.
CHAPTER FOUR
I didn't know what it looked like outside, but inside it was a beautiful Saturday morning: the most beautiful one of my young life. That was because I was looking at the beautiful naked man's beautiful reddish-brown body beside me.
Fang Lo Paka was stretched out in the middle of the bed fast asleep. It had been a most beautiful night for him, too. Nothing but hot loving till the wee hours of the morning, and we finally fell asleep. I had not even gone to the bathroom to relieve myself yet, and the last cream Fang had deposited in my cunt was dripping onto the sheets, as the rest of it had throughout the night.
It was ten-past-eleven when I glanced at the radio clock. I slipped out of bed and got into one of his terry-cloth robes. Fang moved slightly but remained asleep. I had to force my eyes away from him, or I'd be making him put his peter back into my pussy. I felt as if I could let him screw me until all my hairs turned grey and fell out, my body and face became wrinkled up like a prune, and my hole an incessant volcano of torrid pleasure, and his cock limp as a dishrag the rest of his days.
I walked into the bathroom and flicked on the shower. I let the water run while I brushed my teeth. I used some mouthwash and stepped beneath the fine spray of water with a towel wrapped around my head, forgetful of how sweaty my hair had gotten during the night. So, off came the towel, and I walked out of the shower to get some of Fang's shampoo. I went back in humming lively and happily. I let the tepid water run over my head and hair and down my body. I was lost in a beautiful world somewhere on the other side of Utopia where only love and loving existed. The water was awakening my flesh. A desire was awakening my soul. My energy bank was being replenished. I was ready to do it all over again.
I soaped and rinsed before I started in on my hair. Then I got it good and lathered and washed it thoroughly. I was getting ready to rinse the shampoo out of my hair when the bathroom door opened. Sleepy-eyed, enervated, Fang Lo Paka stood in the doorway scratching his head. Well, I had it cleaned up for him if he wanted to try it out. It was kind of sore and had been bleeding a little, but what did I care. This was part of virginity lost, and I knew that much.
"Good morning!" I said cheerfully.
"Hi," Fang said. "May I join you?"
"Jump in!"
He got a face-cloth and yawned, then he went and brushed his teeth and gargled while I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.
"I see you've washed both heads of hair," Fang teased me when he walked into the shower.
"Feels good," I said, feeling the moist hot spray of water beating upon my backside. My eyes were closed and I was really enjoying myself. "Ahhh," I groaned. "Oh, this feels so good. Fang. I never knew water could feel this good."
He stood there admiring my naked body like last night, and it made me blush. "Sweet pussy, sweet pussy," he said. Then he soaped the wash cloth and gave me a good morning kiss. He kind of bit into my tongue to tease me. also nibbled at my bottom lip. He stepped out from under the water and handed me the cloth. "You do it," he told me.
"You sure you want me to?" I wondered. I had never bathed a man before, and that excited me.
"Sure," he smiled. "All over."
Washing his body would not be hard to do. But how did a girl wash a man's peter?
I took the cloth and began to rub it over his chest and his neck and then he turned around so I could wash his back. He also had an ass-crack, too. I kind of giggled childishly as I ran the cloth over his powerful hips, then went in between them and washed. His crack was no larger than mine, and just as tight. There was only one difference; he was going to shove his king peter into mine one day for sure, and nothing was going into his. He was all man.
"Hey, tell me something, willya?" he asked. I had started washing his pubic area by then. I stopped and looked into his serious eyes.
"What?"
"Alright, you were a virgin," he said. "What'd you do for kicks before last night? And why give me your virginity?"
I started washing his peter. I held it in my left hand and washed it with my right hand, being very careful, and I answered his question. I said, "Well, I got fingered a few times. Did it to myself mostly. I even jerked a couple of guys off. But that was all. Mama and Papa were to strict with me. I had very little time to do anything else. Besides, I wanted a man like Papa, and there weren't any around."
"So, you were never sexually satisfied until last night, huh?"
"Naw, I sure wasn't," I giggled blushingly. "Last night... well, that was something else, man. Satisfied so far?"
"And pleased, too."
"Good. Anyway, you're sexy, you know. You've got a fine, masculine body, you look good in your clothes and remind me of my papa. I dig you, that's all. And you turned me on like never before. I didn't know it was gonna make me go all the way like I did until I felt your peter. I knew for sure then I was gonna take it. I'm happy now, and I'm gonna be good and not get'cha into any troubles."
He took the cloth away from me and stepped under the water and rinsed off while I played with his peter and got it big and hard. My cunt was gasping for a moment, then it up and fainted. My clitoris was laughing it felt so good, because he was now washing my pubic area. I was ready to climax before I realized it.
"What'cha doing?" I asked, kind of backing away from him.
"I'm bathing you, pretty girl," he smiled. "Unless you wanna play with your cunt yourself... "
"Ah. Oh! No! I'm sorry. Go ahead. I'm not used to it, that's all."
"Uh-huh." he grunted.
"I'm not. And I didn't mean to offend you." I paused, looked at his full mouth. Oh, how I wanted that mouth all over me. "Give me a kiss." I reached my arms up around his neck and pushed my body forward close to his the same as he was doing to mine, then I surrendered my kiss to him. As much as we had screwed during the night off and on, his peter was rock-hard.
"I don't believe it," I blushed. "Is, er, that your peter I feel batting my belly?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "I would control it if I could, only I can't. You happen to have what its fallen in love with."
I didn't say anything. I just moved my arms and let him finish doing my pussy. I had fingered it enough times myself to know what he was doing. He was trying to get me blazing hot. That determination to win because rampant within me, and I was actually afraid to lose this fight. And it was my first. I wanted the victory too badly to let anything I was responsible for to come up and give him aid, and let him walk away with the victory. He loved that little hole between my thighs, so I was letting him enjoy it, because I sure was enjoying his fingers.
"Ohhh, Fang," I moaned sweetly, "you're getting me all hot again. I'm not supposed to get hot for a man like this. And you did it so goooddd and long all night last night. And you said you weren't gonna fall in love with me."
"Not if I can help it," he said.
"Ah, don't talk that way," I pleased. "I'll just... leave..." He caught my arm and jerked me back. He pulled my body up against him, and I felt his stiff peter battering hell out of my belly. I tried to push him away from me, but he was too strong, and I really didn't want to be out of his embrace to begin with.
He brought his lips to mine, and my little tongue just jumped off into his mouth, and my arms roped around him. He was trying to swallow my tongue. He failed there, and gave me his to see if I could do away with it. "Ummmmmmmm!" I moaned. "Ummmmm!
"I don't want you to go," he told me. "It'll be alright."
"I don't wanna go, either," I said in a whimpering voice against his throat. "I must be crazy, but I don't ever wanna go away from you. I wanna always be with you."
"And you're trying to get me to be your future husband," he complained. "It won't work. Look, can't we just live together like other people are doing without being in love?"
"That's all you talked about last night," I whined. "I guess its the way it'll have to be."
He gently pushed me back against the shower wall and spread my legs and thighs apart. Then he knelt down before my long and lovely body as if I were a goddess. He waded through the thick pubic hairs in my crotch, my vulva, until he was nibbling upon my clit. I trembled and pushed my cunt down into his face, whimpering with pleasure that had already struck. "UUnnneee" I sounded off, with the thrill making me work my hips to help his mouth love my hole. "Ohhh, Fang, ooohhh! It's so gooodddd. Woouuuwwweeeee, Gawd, that's so good to me. You've got the best tongue in the world. You're... making me... cream! Unnnfff! Unnfff! Unnnfff! Aiiiieeee, I'm getting off for you!" I was moving my hips rapidly although my entire body was trembling. And Fang was trying his best to eat the hole out of my pussy. I had to come in out of the storm, and cried out my joys sonorously. Aaaannnggghhh! Gaaaahhhrrr!
He kissed my legs and thighs. He licked and kissed my back and my buttocks. He continued to lock until his tongue and lips were going all over my body. He wasn't missing a single spot between my head and feet, but suddenly went wild over my breasts. He sucked and kissed both of them gently and lovingly until I began to feel dizzy. All the while I was helpless against the wall, letting him have his way with my body. I was breathing hard, in and out, and shooting my gun. Wooouuuwwweeee, Fang, I'm c-c-c-creaming! Wooouuuwwweeeeee!" I was wiggling my hips with the thrills and shoving my cunt up and down over his tongue. I was on the verge of exploding once more, and the orgasm would be a double. It was sitting at the tip of my aggravated clit and bottom of my pulsating pussy. That was not enough for Mister Lo Paka, so, he ran his left index finger up into my ass-crack, and that made the double orgasm explode me. I grabbed hold of his hair, gritted my teeth and got it off. "Aaaaaiiiieeee!" I squealed. "I'm... cr-cr-cr-creeeaaammmiiinnnggg! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Fang was trying to do the impossible to my cunt, unaware that what he was already doing was burning me up. But he was seemingly trying his utmost to lick all of my juices away, but the more he licked the more cream my cunt put out. Then he ran his hot middle finger into my spasming cunt and kept the other one buried in my entrails. "Wooouuuwwweee!" I cried out with pleasure pervading me from all directions. And the man continued licking and sucking my clit and all around it. Without a doubt, needless to say, I was offering it all to him, for he was making me get off one orgasmic cum-spasm after another. "It's gooodddddd!" I bellowed. "It's so gooodddd to-o-o-o m-m-m-meeeee, F-F-F-faannnggg! I just... love it when you do it to me this way. I just... love... it! Woouuuwwweee, and it's so hot! It's so hot!" He took my feet and lifted them up and doubled me over, turned me completely around until my weight was supported by my shoulders, and my behind was pointing up in the air. I gave my heart to God, because my cunt belonged to Fang Lo Paka. "Unnneeeee! Unnnnneeee! Gaaaahhhhrrrr! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!" He wasn't getting it good enough yet, but he let me go long enough for us to dry off. I was still quivering from the torried sensations he had given me, and if I did have a voice left from all the screaming, crying, squealing and bellowing I did while I received it, I couldn't use it. We were both silent. Then he took me into the living room.
Fang sat down on the arm of a chair and shoved two fingers of his left hand into my slobbering pussy, two from his right hand up into my shocked ass-crack, then licked my clitoris and between my vulva lips some more for me. At the same time his right thumb was rapidly and hotly massaging my clit off and on. I got off a river of cream. "Waaaaahhhhhhhh!" I cried out. You're... eating me... up, you know. Ooohhh, Lord... have... mercy, pleeeaaassseeee! Ohhh, don't... eat... it all up! You're eating... it all... up, I tell you! I... can't... take it any more! Unnnfff! Unnnfff! Unnnfff! Aaaaaawwwwwooooo! You're eating my pussyyy... uppppp!"
"Come here." He took me to the bed, and I knew I was really going to get it now.
"What, er, are you gonna do now?" I wondered in a whimpering voice.
"Fuck you," he said.
My eyes darted to his mammoth cock he had used to whip my cunt with the night before. Wasn't it tired? Didn't it need more rest? Naw, not his. It was rock-hard and for more duty.
"Ohhh, Gawd!" I gasped as he crawled between my thighs. "I want your peter, Fang."
"I'm gonna give it to you," he said.
"Give it to me!" I pleaded, opening up as wide as I could. "I want it. I need it!"
I assisted him. I took both my hands and helped him get his peter into the mouth of my hungry pussy. "Ahhhhh," I sighed when the head slipped in. "Wooouuuwwweeee, that feels so goood, Fang! I want it all!" He shoved it into my impatient, panting cunt with me greedily holding it up to him so he could give it to me like I wanted it. And as soon as the root of his peter was rubbing against my fired up clitoris I shot off. "Unnnffff! UnnnfffflUnnnnffff! Ooh, Fang, ooh... I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it to me, Fang, do it to me!"
"Is that cock good to you, baby?" he asked me, and kept right on shoving his peter in and out of my happy hole.
"Yeeeesssss," I told him in a whimpering voice. "Yes, its good to me."
I didn't know it then, but my wiggling, dancing movements beneath him made me a good lay. I was working in rhythm with him, stride for stride, beat for beat. I was really screwing him back; my behind was moving in tiny circles, then I would shoot up to him and tremble back down to the bed with all of his peter hung up in my stuff. Now and then I even made the erotic figure eight with my hips, and that's divine screwing at its best.
While he was grinding in my pussy he sucked madly at my firmly-rounded little breasts, first one and then the other. That was when the bitch in me came out to play. I put my hands beneath my head and my body shifted into high gear. I don't believe there were any parts that were not moving. I was taking his peter-whipping he was giving my cunt, crying and whimpering and now and then moaning and groaning. The bitch exploded.
"Oooowwwweeee, shit you're making me cuuummmm! You're screwing the cream outta me! Wooouuuwwweeeee, I'm creaming ! Ohhh, my Gawd... I'm cumming! Fuck, sweet peter, fuck! Yesss, ohhh, yeessss! You're getting it all. You're getting it... all!"
"All of what, baby?" he asked me.
"All my pusssyyy! I swear it!"
He turned my breasts loose and sucked torridly at my tongue. He was tasting my orgasms in my mouth. So he knew I wasn't lying when I told him I was creaming. But I was. I wasn't just creaming. I was creaming like a crazy nymphomaniac gone wild.
"I can taste it," he smiled.
"Huh?"
"I can taste your orgasm. The taste is quite distinctive, you know. Like pussy itself. And that means a lot to a man like me, because the taste is proof of your pleasures."
Before he creamed me some more, he turned me over on my little belly. I knew when he paused and rubbed my ass-cheeks he wanted to shove his rod up my ass-crack. He mentioned once my cunt was so tight it could have cut his peter off; well, if he had tried to get it up my behind, he would have found it filled up with razor blades.
Fang eased his right hand up under my belly. His fingers walked ever so gently through my patch of thick pubic hairs until he had located my clitoris between my quivering vulva lips. He began to violently molesting it and had it pulsating in a matter of seconds. The little vulnerable monster was so full of thrills it was ready to pop wide open. At the same time he cupped my left teat in his left hand and caressed it for me. He pumped away madly, and licked me all over my back, neck and shoulders while he dragged and pushed his long, thick peter in and out of my screaming cunt. It was getting ready to explode, so I raised my hips up to him and worked them around in circles as lasciviously as I could. I knew he loved it that way. My orgasm began, and I told him how it made me feel after moaning the first thrills out. "Ahhhnnn!" I began along with the erupting orgasm. "Ahhnnnn! Do it... harder, Fang! Do it to me... harderrrrr! It's so gooodddd! I'm getting off! I'm getting... off! Unnfff! Unnfffff! Aaaaggghhhiiieee! Annnnggghhheeeee! Aiiieeennngggg!" He followed my orders this time and stabbed me deep and hard. "Yeeessss, that's it!" I told him. "That's it, Fang, that's it! Woouuuwwweeee, that's it! Gaaaahhhrrrr! Unnnggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
I even sounded good to myself as I got my pussy whipped way down deep inside where the pure stuff was. He was churning my cream into butter. Then he played around it in while he pumped away. He would pull it all the way out to the mouth of my whimpering cunt, then shove it all the way to the bottom. Each time he did this to me I spent an orgasm for him.
"You're knocking me out, Fang!" I whined.
"You're knocking me out!" He kept on grinding my bottom stuff the way I loved it, and he was a liar if he said he didn't love it, too. "Uhhhhnnnn," I went to singing again.
"Don't you want me to have all of it?" he asked quietly.
He turned me halfway over. Both of us were on our sides. I took my left leg and drew it up to my belly and put my right foot on his right thigh, and held my stuff back to him while he lit my clit and breasts up as he laid his pipe. I was spaced out; creaming and moaning. My body danced for him and my voice cried.
"I'm... creaming, Fang! I'm creaming myself... craaazzzzyyy! Yeeeeeoooooohhh! Annnngggg! Annngggg! Annnggghhh! Annngggghhhhheeeeee!" He stopped dicking me and took his magic wand out of my pulsating pussy and turned me over in his arms. We kissed tenderly and embraced lovingly. I listened to my own hard and rapid breathing as it quieted down. I sighed and nibbled at his lips.
"You okay?" he asked me.
"If you're asking if I'm satisfied, the answer is yes. I'm quite, quite satisfied, thank you. You're terrific! Glad you're my first!"
"Then how about a rinse off and some breakfast?"
"What do we do about me moving in?"
He hesitated for a long time. "I don't think it will be a good idea," he told me. "I know others are doing it. But they don't have the cops breathing down their backs at all times, either."
"But... I thought we had that all settled!" I complained.
"Sounded good, too," he admitted. "But, neither one of us were looking at it from a realistic point of view."
"Fang, I don't have any place to stay," I said. "Sure, I can always go back to my friend's pad, or even to my Uncle Mike's place. But it won't be the same as being here with you."
"I'm sorry," he said. "But we have no choice."
"I see. You churned the hell out of my stuff; made pure butter out of my cream... not to mention taking my virginity... and now you're putting me out."
He threw his legs over the side of the bed. "I'll call you a taxi," he said.
"Don't bother!" I snapped. "I'll do it myself!" He pointed to the telephone. "Be my guest."
"Don't bother sending me an invitation to your fucking wedding!" I cried. "I might bring along a bomb! I'll make a fool of myself!... "
"Ahhh, shit," he sighed. "Here we go again. I know you're getting the fuck outta here. I'll rinse off quickly and drive you to wherever you wanna go."
"I said I'll take a cab!
"Suit yourself."
I got up and rushed ahead of him to the bathroom. The water was still going. I laughed. Fang was trying to fool me, but for an experienced man like he was, he was doing a piss-poor job. I had him so confused and in love with my young stuff, he didn't know where his head was. I knew where his mind was; on my hole between my lovely thighs, the one in back, and my mouth. Well, they were his if he was man enough to handle them. Maybe he wasn't.
CHAPTER FIVE
When I looked up Fang was standing there in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest, beaming amorously and hotly at my dancing breasts.
I stepped under the water and kept my back turned to him. He was cold to me, and it hurt. So, I was being cold to him, and hoped it made him miserable, too. How could we be this way when we were in the middle of a sizzling hot love affair, and for reasons that were not necessary. Both of us were just pretending to be frigid, when we were actually burning up for each other. I just couldn't cope with my position in the situation, and didn't know anything better to do than pretend. But he was experienced; he knew better.
"Don't take up all the space," he snapped at me, standing behind me gazing down at my bouffant hips he wanted to slip his kingly peter between and punch me in my anus, then move it on up into my entrails, and screw it as if it were a cunt.
I stepped aside and let him move under the water with me. His eyes darted lewdly to my gleaming breasts. "You didn't call your cab," he reminded me.
"How can you stand there staring at my... my titties like that... and talk about calling a damned taxi!" I yelled.
"No need to yell, pretty baby," he said. "I hear perfectly."
"Just blind as a bat," I grinned. "You can't see all of this young loveliness you're chasing away, can you? Never saw a young body like this one, I bet. Never made love to one like it either."
"But I have," he told me.
"Ahhh, shut up!" I snapped. "WHAT'S for breakfast?" I smiled.
He looked shocked. "Huh?"
"WHAT'S for breakfast?"
"Er, whatever you wish," he half-smiled.
"I'll have whatever you have, okay?"
"I have a special diet plan," he told me.
"So have I, I said. "I'll have a double serving of you for breakfast... brunch... lunch... dinner and my midnight snack. I'll even have a taste of you before and after each meal, and all in between."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, Mister Lo Paka, I'm gonna stay," I said softly. "I'm your virgin you know. You should have all of my virginity. There's still more. I want you to get it all."
I was playing with fire; a child trying so desperately to epitomize a woman is what I was in that hectic situation. So far I only knew that Fang loved a hot woman; a bitchy woman, and I was trying with all my know-how to be just that, for I felt sure it would be my greatest weapon in my battle to win him. And why not? Plenty of women used their good looks, their sultry bodies to get what they wanted. If they could do it, so could I.
Fang and I washed each other off quietly with no messing around. Then, while we were drying off he said to me; "What are you planning for dessert?"
I grabbed his peter. 'This," I replied. "And then more of it."
"Where?"
He pointed to my split beaver. "To me, my dear Ms. Domino," he said, "its hallowed territory!"
"Get outta here!" I shrieked playfully. "You're driving me outta my mind!"
I was so carried away I didn't even finish drying off. I just smiled my way back into the bedroom and pounced down on the side of the bed. Fang was right behind me, enjoying my shimmering hips. He sat beside me and picked up the telephone and ordered breakfast for two. Normally he would have gotten his ass in the kitchen and prepared his own. But all he wanted in his hands that day was Ms. Cynthia Domino.
We ate breakfast, believe it or not, sitting in the nude on pillows on the bedroom floor. Soft boiled eggs, which I flatly detest, toast, jam, bacon, grapefruit juice, and he had black coffee.
"And that's that," I said when I had finished and was getting up from the pillow beside the bed. "Here!" I handed him my paper dishes." I don't know where to put them."
Fang took all the dishes and went into the kitchen. While he was in there he took out two New York cut steaks to thaw out. He was counting on my cunt for dessert.
Afterwards Fang did shock me when he called up my Uncle Mike and spoke with him over the phone. He never hesitated one time as he spoke of the relationship we were already in, and what we both wanted for the future. I never listened to the conversation, but I could gather from Fang's words my uncle was not too pleased, and he wanted to speak with the two of us in private. That was when I became awed. My handsome uncle loved me dearly, and I knew he had the idea Fang was taking advantage of me when it was the other way around. I was certain when I explained it all to him he would understand.
"Your uncle," said Fang patiently and in deep thought," does he carry a gun on any kind?"
I grinned. "Maybe. I don't know. I never asked him."
"Well, he'll talk with us," said Fang. "But I'm not going to try and convince him we're right."
"No need to," I said. "I'll do that."
We got dressed. All I had to wear was the evening ensemble, but we stopped off at my place and I changed in a hurry. Then we drove to my uncle's restaurant.
"You're old enough for her father!" Uncle Mike screamed into Fang's face immediately, right there in the kitchen. They could hear him out in the dining area. "You some kinds freak for kids, hah?"
"Uncle Mike," I said, "can't we talk in your office?"
He was really hot under the collar. All he did was motion with his hands, and we led the way. Uncle Mike closed the door and sat down on the edge of his desk. Fang and I remained standing.
"She's er my niece, you know," he told Fang. "My brother's baby girl. Sixteen-years old... and you wanta she to live with you? Why you wanta this? You tella Mike."
"It's me, Uncle Mike," I said. "It was all my idea."
"Whats's matter you, girl? You crazy or somethin'? This er man be older than Uncle Mike, no? You sleepa with him already?"
"Yes," I said. "Its happening all over the country today. Age has nothing to do with love anymore.
"Ohhh-ho-hoho!" Uncle Mike laughing exclaimed with a happy look on his face. "You wanna married my'a niece, is zatta right?" He slapped his hands together. "Well, why you no say so?"
"Because it isn't so, I said.
Well, to took me an hour to convince my uncle what Fang and I were doing was not only proper, but acceptable nowadays. And he only agreed because I told him Fang would take good care of me. Of course he did tell Fang that he had better do that.
So, we got my things and I moved in with Mister Fang Lo Paka. I was just out of virginity, not too long out of puberty, and now considering myself a fully grown woman.
"I hope you're not tired," I smiled, getting into bed that night.
"No," Fang said. "I'm quite potent as a matter of fact."
"I bet you are. We'll see about that in the morning. You've got to take care of your hot little virgin again tonight, you know."
I suppose in many ways I took Fang for a child. He had to know right away from those remarks what I wanted. And he had to also know he was going to have to be in extra good physical condition to keep pace with me. Well, the man had news for me. I was to learn later on he could take me on full steam any day of the week as long as I wanted to row. If I could lie on my back and take his kind of screwing, he could lie on his belly and shove peter into my cunt.
There was no restraint in my gaze upon his face and into his eyes. I was without restraint right then. My lips parted, my tongue protruded into his mouth. He accepted it and began to suck vigorously and hotly upon it, tickling my entire soul as we passionately kissed. He was sucking on as much of it as I could give him, now and then pulling at it with his lips all the way to the end, then taking it back deeply inside his mouth. He kissed my cheeks, my neck, and ran the tip of his tongue gently over my panting breasts.
When the fever of passion began to thoroughly pervade me, I was twisting an jerking, and my hands came to his head and began to force it downward toward my delicate concave area that was plastered with thick pubic hairs. He dragged his tongue lazily all the way down as I gapped my thighs wide opened for him. He parted my vulva lips and stole my weeping clitoris into his mouth. My hips went into action, and my voice cried sweet and erotically into his ears. "Ahhhnnn! Ahhnnn! Ooohh, Fang, ooohhh! It's getting to me already! What a tongue! Waaahhhooo! What a sweet tongue! Suck it, baby! Suck my cunt! Eat my pussy, hole and all! Eat the hairs from around it if you want to. I'm giving it all to you. Oooohhh, baby, woouuuwwweee! Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! I'm getting... offf! Ohhh, I'm getting off so goooddd! I'm... getting... off... like a... freak! Freak me off! Eat me up! Eat... m-m-m-meee... uppp!"
He was doing it so good I didn't want him to ever stop. And I was getting off so many hot orgasms I felt like I was floating among the planets and the stars, like Jupiter and Mars, and Fang was trying to send me sailing through the Milky way. The way he was loving my cunt, I figured one day soon, if not now, he would surely send me rocketing into eternity, and right on through infinity, and join me on the other side of Utopia. But that would come later. Right then I had to concentrate on my multi-orgasms.
Fang crawled up between my spreading thighs. My body was still trembling, and I couldn't stop my hips from wiggling, and my pussy was already trying to steal his peter. "Give it to me!" I demanded. "Give it to m-m-meee!"
"What?" he teased.
"Your peter," I gasped. "Give it to me. I want it. Give it to m--eee!!!!" He took his peter and placed it at the ingress of my juicy cunt and played around in the warm cream overflowing. He wanted me to beg for it, and I would have if he had not shoved it into my pleading slit beaver. "Ahhh!" I gushed. "Ahhh, Fang ahhh!" He rode it to the bottom and creamed me. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm getting off! I'm getting off! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhheeerrr!"
"You like it?" he teased me some more, while grinding the cream up from the bottom on my love reddened hole. "Mmmm? Like that dick down there?"
"Yes, Fang, yeesss!" I whimpered, working my hips vigorously.
"Tell me you love it."
"I love it," I whined. "I love it, Fang. Ohhh, Gawd, I love it... so-o-o-m-m-m-mucchhh!"
"Is it mine?"
"Yes, its yours."
"Tell me its mine."
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
"Tell me, damnit! Tell me!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"Yes, what?"
"It's yours! Its yours! Its yours!"
"What's mind?"
"My pussy! My pussy! My pussy! Pusssyyy! Pusssyyy!
"Tell me nice and sweet."
"My... pussy... is... all yours, Fang... Aaarrrggh!"
He began to kiss my breasts while I continued to explode double orgasms. He took my legs and placed them over his shoulders and I tried to break out of my skin.
"Like that dick, don't you?" he went on tormenting me.
"I told you I love it," I whimpered. "Mmmm... Arrrgghh!"
"You want it to stay on the bottom?"
"Yes, Fang."
"Your womb is open. How about shoving it in there. Okay?"
"Yes, what?"
"Shove your peter... dick... in... my wommbbb... hhh!"
That was not hard for an expert like him to do. Just a slight movement on his part, and I felt it slip in. Orgasms came from all over my body. I screamed. I bellowed. I cried. I came. I screamed. I bellowed. I cried. I creamed some more. Then he made me do it all over again. Again. Again and again, until I finally bellowed out, "Fuucckk... m-m-m-eee!"
"That's more like it," he told me. "Once again."
"F-f-f-fuck me, baby, fuck... m-m-meee!"
He stabbed me hard and deep and constantly . His movements were in high gear, and so were my thrills. But he was also enjoying the young, tender hot stuff he was screwing around in, and getting an extra added thrill from the lascivious manner in which I was wiggling my hips and keeping my cunt up there for him to drill in. I saw ecstasy on his face and pleasure in his eyes.
"You love it right there, don't you?" I managed to say between orgasms.
"Little bitch," he said, and stopped working his hips. "You are still trying to make me love you, aren't you?"
"And what's wrong with that?" I wondered.
He eased his peter out of my snatch. "Get up!" he yelled at me. "Get up!"
"You didn't cream yet," I said.
"I'll put it in another bitch's hole."
"Okay Mister Lo Paka," I said. "Okay!"
I got up, but was standing on wobbly legs and fell back down onto the bed, turned over on my belly and whimpered before I really began to cry out the hurt I felt way down deep. I had not been so hurt since my parents were killed. And the fact is, I had not gotten over that gory accident that took them away from me.
Fang braced himself on his left elbow and watched my long and lovely body quiver while I cried, holding my hands in front of my face. Then I turned over and looked at him with blurred eyes still filled with tears. Tears covered my cheeks, and dripped off my chin. He shook his head and fell against my right breast.
"Your stuff is too good. Cunt ain't supposed to be that damned good."
I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands and stretched out in the bed and spread my thighs. "C'mon and cream," I said softly.
"No!" he said.
"Huh?" I couldn't believe him.
"I said... NO. No!"
"Besides, he won't take me back, and he won't let me go and live with my friend anymore, either."
He was sitting there torn between two worlds. His world was a gambling man's world, and the world of love was mine. Not just physical love the way he wanted it, but love from the heart and soul; the kind that made the world go around and around. It was soft and tender and everlasting. So many people in the world can easily make and handle a million bucks, but not very few can handle an ounce of true love. And to me. an ounce of love was more valuable than a trillion bucks.
If I had to leave Fang or he left me. I would never forget him. And. in my own way I would never stop trying to make him mine. I knew from what I had already experienced with him. I would have to be one helluva woman to do that. I figured I was. All I had to do was position myself to prove it. and he was taking all of my chances away from me.
"If, er, I beg you, will you get back in me?" I asked.
"If you stop trying to make me love you." he said.
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.
Okay. I'll just let you screw me. I won't move or anything."
"That won t be any fun." he said.
"Well, you don't like the kind I give you! I shouted. "How am I supposed to know what to do? I'm only sixteen. Fang, and never was laid until you laid me. I only know what I've learned from you. "
"Okay. okay. You're right."
I was ready to get off but I just lay there trembling while he hotly sucked my nipple. Cream was boiling in my cunt. My clitoris felt like it was crawling out of the heat down there, and my vulva lips were flapping, trying to keep me cooled off when I wanted so badly to get off.
"Turn over on your belly," Fang whispered to me I wanna long--dick you from the rear."
"Ohh. Fang, not in my behind!... "
"No. That wouldn't be fair to either one of us. Have your fun. That's what its really all about."
Well, alright!" I grinned, and turned over. He took his hands and lifted my rear into the air and helped me spreadeagle for him the way he wanted me, then he shoved his stiff peter back into my applauding cunt. I pushed back as I felt the great organ plunging into my hole, bringing with it exciting pleasure and intoxicating joy. I tightened my hands into fists and gritted my teeth with all the power of my jaws in order to restrain any emotion I felt.
Fang stopped writhing. "Gone cold on me, huh?" he said. "Got stiff, too. What's wrong?" stiff too. What's wrong?"
I wish you would make up your mind," I said. "If I move and act normal, you say I'm trying to make you fall in love with me. If I do nothing... '"
"Ahh, c'mon Cynthia, baby. Move these fine hips of yours so I can get my nuts off."
I wiggled with pleasure. "Like this?"
"Ohh, yeah," he sighed. "Yeah, baby, yeah. Give me some more of that kinda action. I love it."
"You said it; I didn't."
"Wiggle and shut up."
"Annggge!" I had to whimper. A double orgasm had me in its grasp, and I was helpless. "ANNGGHEE! Woouuee! Baby, woouuee! Ahnnn! Ahnnn! Ahnn! I'm getting oil! I'm getting off! Unnff! Unnff! Unnff! Unfff!
Just hold it... right where you got it. baby." Fang said, as I felt him trembling. "Hold this good stuff... right here! Oooh, shit! Ohhh. goddamn! I'm gonna shoot!"
Give it to me!" I cried, giving my behind a violent shake and incessant wiggle. "Cream in me! Cream in me!"
"Here it comes!" he yelled out. "Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Gaahhrr! Ahhhh!
I felt the warm juice spurt into me a few drops at the time, for his sack of balls was almost empty. I intended to keep them that way. He quivered as the thrill my cunt gave him held him at his peak a moment. His hands lovingly cupped my breasts and I sat back on his peter, feeling it throbbing up inside my body as its thrill began to diminish. I wanted to feel and be happy, but was afraid to even mention it to Fang. I just wallowed in my own pleasures silently.
With a half-hard peter. Fang began to work his hips once more. His hands squeezed my breasts firmly, while his organ slipped and slid in and out of my jism-filled snatch. I wiggled my hips as my pleasure began to mount once more.
Ooohhh!" I moaned. "Ooohhh! Ohhh, its getting gooddd... getting goooddd... again!"
"I want it to be good to you," Kang whispered. "Can you get another nut for me?" Its... getting... goooddd... again!"
"I want it to be good for you too." I replied. Fang whispered. "Can you get another nut for me?
Mmmm! I whimpered. "Mmmm! Mmmm! Any... minute... Fang!"
"Go on and get it." he told me. "Get that nut, baby! I love to make you nut!"
I felt his peter begin to grow up inside me. and the thrill it brought was tremendously great. I rocked and rolled. I wiggled and twisted. The orgasm on the brink of erupting was a giant. "Ooohhh!" I gasped. 'Ooohhh! Ohhhh! Ooohhh! Now! Now! I'm gonna do it! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMM! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Gaaahhhrrr! Unnghhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrgghh!"
He continued pumping away while I wiggled and twisted, jerked and twitched. His hands increased their pressure over my breasts, and my nipples turned bright red. My cunt embraced the pleasure it contained, and my entire body savored what it had enjoyed.
It s gonna be alright," Fang sighed heavily, as he stopped his action.
We passionately kissed, and he eased his peter out of my pussy, and we fell onto the bed side by side facing one another. We smiled and tenderly kissed. His fingers teased my nipples for a while, then he caressed my hair.
"Still mad?" I wondered.
"Naw," he grinned. "I don't think I could ever stay angry with you, hot stuff. You're too good."
"You're great!"
"How would you know when I'm the only man you've ever been stuck by?" he smiled he smiled.
"I guess I should go out and get laid by a hall-dozen, then come back and tell you you're great."
He tenderly kissed my lips. "You do, and I'll break every bone in your long and lovely body."
"Okay. You're great!"
"Thank you."
I suppose Fang got the shock of his life later on when we had played around in the shower; I had put curlers in my hair, and we were prepared for bed. While he got into bed, I got on my knees to say my prayers. I had said them the night before, but in between screwing sessions. That night it was all over with, so I got on my knees and thanked God from the bottom of my heart for Fang, and asked him to make him mine forever. If this was the same God my father and mother prayed to, and I knew it was, he wouldn't forsake me "You pray?" Fang asked me when I got up.
"All the time," I said.
"Shit," he sighed. "I'm a gambling man, and you're a praying girl. A fine pair we re gonna make."
I, smilingly, got into bed beside him. "Let me tell you a story about that." I said.
"Okay. I'd like to hear it."
I told him about this pair of friends. One was a praying man and the other was a cursing man. And one day while they were driving their wagon back home in the dark, they were quiet. They had never been this quiet before. And just before they reached the praying man s home, the cursing man said. "Been wantin' to tell you somethin' all evenin' long."
"What's that?" his friend asked.
"Well," said the cursing man. "you do a lotta praying."
"And you do a lotta cursin," the friend said.
"Yeah." said the cursing man. "But I don't mean it."
"And I guess you tryin' to tell me I don't mean my prayin'," his friend said.
"I don't rightly know," said the cursing man. "But don't you ever stop, 'cause if you do, we's both lost!"
Fang looked at me strangely, then smiled. "I get it," he said. "Okay, you keep on praying, because I can't ever lose with a chick like you. And I'd better never lose you, or I'm dead"
CHAPTER SIX
When Fang went to Las Vegas in the past,, he usually went to gamble, and not for pleasure. He made his living there, and at other gambling places in Nevada. According to him, his game was dice, although occasionally he did play Black Jack. He said when he played dice, he never touched them. I had only heard of the game, and viewed a few scenes in movies and on television. So, I had to ask him how he gambled with dice if he never touched them. He told me he just watched them bounce around on the table, jump up and down, spin around and stop.
There were only one ace on each dice, a deuce on each set. and you can only make the aces one way and a three one way. On the other hand, there were two ways to make fours and lives: a trey and a deuce, and a four and an ace. There were three ways to make a six: two treys, five and an ace. or a four and a deuce. There were also three ways to make a seven.
So, I asked if these were against him. why did he play this way. He explained it to me. He was a gambler, and had great patience, but he didn't like to hang around the table too long. So, he bet the way he could win big. if he won at all. and do it in a hurry.
If the dice came up two aces, his money was doubled. If they came up two sixes, his money was tripled! Waahhoo! But each time the dice were tossed, the chance for two sixes to come up were already six to one against him, and that was just his way of looking at it. Actually it was much, much more.
All week long Fang and I talked about his weekend trip to Las Vegas. He would fly up Friday evening and return Monday evening. However, if he won big on either night before Monday, he would return immediately. He said he never went to break the house. If he won a few thousand on Friday night, that would be it. He'd hop the next flight back. Also, there was the possibility that if he did win a few thousand on Friday night, he would stop and not return to the tables until the following day. If he won again, he could depart or remain and try for more. So, I figured about the only way Fang would be certain to return on Friday night; he would have to win a bundle. And since he never mentioned anything over three thousand, I doubted if I would see him again until Monday afternoon. And that would be a long, long wait for me.
Waahhoo! It excited me, and I began to understand how thrilling gambling could really be, particularly if you were winning.
I got by Friday night without hearing from Fang. I didn't do too bad on Saturday, but when he failed to call me by noon Sunday, I tried calling him. The last time I called I was at the airport with my ticket in my hands. He was not in.
I found that to be very strange, when Ms. Cyndi Cordet was also in Las Vegas, according to the entertainment news. And she wasn't up there to make a film, either. Maybe she was after my man. You can imagine how upsetting this was for me. She was a pro, although no older than me. Gawd, she must have screwed all of the available studs in Hollywood from the things I read about her. And when I remembered Fang had been her first, and he was madly in love with her, I wanted to fly the damned plane myself.
It was only an hour's flight, but that must have been the longest hour I've ever lived!
Once on the ground, I headed for a taxi, then hurried to the Sahara hotel. I paid the driver and rushed inside like a maniac. I stopped at the desk and asked the clerk if Mister Lo Paka was in. He checked for his key. it was there, and Fang was out. Out where?
"Er. I'm his wife." I said to the clerk. "May I have the key?"
He grinned at me. "You're joking," he said.
I wasn't so dumb after all. I slipped him ten bucks, and he slipped me the key. I gave him a smirk and rushed to an elevator. I got off on the sixth floor and scurried down the hallway to 616 and unlocked the door. I signed after I flicked on the light and saw the bed was all made up. and apparently no one had been in it since it was. But, I cased the joint just the same. I sniffed for any hint of perfume that might be in the air, but discovered none. I felt a little better and figured a cool shower would relax me. wake me, or whatever I needed. So, I had one, got into bed naked, and fell off to sleep.
Early that morning I heard someone at the door. I had put the night latch on, and Fang couldn't get in, although a bellboy was with him and had a passkey.
I jumped up and unlocked the door and he came in alone. He didn't appear to be angry with me. Maybe it was because I looked good to him. I was naked, and his eyes were beaming hotly upon my young mammaries jutting outwardly from my chest in an exciting manner, and my sleek, long-limbed frame glistening in the bright light of the room. I imagined that everything about me was sparkling, especially my warm smile I had framed on my face.
"Hi," I cooed with my index finger in my mouth. 'You got a surprise, didn't you?"
"You working here or something?" he asked.
"Ahh, Fang, are you gonna be mean?" I pouted.
"Not really," he grinned. "Not as stupid, either, as you have been."
"Ahhh, Fang, I flew up just to be with you. I couldn't stand being alone without you any longer! Don't be mean... Please? Pretty please?"
"Cynthia, how the hell did you find me?"
"Fang, you told me where you'd be staying... "
"Yeah," he cut in. "Yeah... remind me never to do a stupid thing like that anymore." He paused. "How did the you get the clerk to give you my key?"
"Oh, that's what you meant. I have him ten bucks."
"You've gone through quite a bit, huh? And just to piss me off! Why? If I had wanted you here... I would have brought your ass with me! Why didn't you wait like you were supposed to?"
"I was gambling goddamnit! And when I wasn't, I was here in bed sleeping, or getting something to eat. Shit, you just had to fuck up. You just had to do it! Stupid broad..."
"Maybe so, Mister Lo Paka, but you should know love makes us all look stupid in the eyes of those who frown upon love." I stepped closer to him with tears blurring my eyes and my voice trembling. "I wanted you. I needed you. I was hot! I needed to be screwed! I'm still your virgin. Ain't nobody touched me the way you have, and you gotta know what that's like for a girl like me, or you're not the man I believe you to be."
"Okay, Cynthia," he said. "You're here. I'm here. So, I guess we can make the most of it."
"Of course," I said happily, and came into his arms.
His mouth found mine eagerly opening to surrender unto him the kiss he knew he wanted as badly as I wanted his. Our tongues met and briefly greeted one another, then slowly and gently began to problem and massage, to sting with the fires of passion and light the torches of desire. We teased and enjoyed our kiss.
He cradled my hips in his hands and loved them hotly, moving his hands ever so gently over them. He moved his left hand between us. By then I was already squirming, getting ready to explode as soon as he touched my nagging clitoris. I was a young bitch in heat if ever there was one. "Ummm!" I heard myself moaning. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!" His middle finger waded through the folds of my juicy vulva lips and found my terrified clitoris. When the evil finger struck. I had to hold on tightly. "Ahhnnn!" I whined. Ahhnnn! You're... gonna cream me. Fang! Is that what you want?"
"Yeesss! Do it for me! Cream!"
The wicked finger moved rapidly up and down my clitoris, and I sent my hips into action as the orgasm erupted. "Unneee! It's coming! It s coming! Unneee! Unneee! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!"
I smiled up at him and started helping him out of his tie while he removed his coat. And both of us unbuttoned his shirt, but I had the pleasure of getting him out of his trousers because I wanted to get to his peter. When I had the lovely organ in my hands I squeezed it lovingly, and hot flashes burned my brain. "Ahhh," I sighed. "My big baby!"
"I have to shower, " Fang said.
"Can I watch? I had one already."
"Watch all you wanna."
He took the money out of his coat pocket and placed it on the night table, and my eyes widened to their capacity. "You win this kinda bread?" I asked.
"I do. Why else would I gamble?"
"Waahhh! That's a lotta bread. Fang."
"I'll double it before I leave."
"Double it? Damn!..." There must have been twenty-thousand dollars in the wad of hundreds, thousands and fifties.
I kinda grinned. He had to be putting me on! "Yeah, sure. How long did it take you?"
"Oh, ten or fifteen seconds."
"Now you're lying your asshole outta place!" I laughed.
"Look, young bitch, he fluttered, "lying is one thing I don't have to do. Two years ago I walked into a Casino after having a big night. I told you about it. I dropped my winnings on the table in the field, okay? Fifty grand to be exact. And old lady... like I told you... from Seattle tossed the dice and they came up two fucking sixes, okay? You get triple on double sixes. You're a smart ass, you count it up for yourself."
"Jeeezzz-uuuusssss! So, you won fifty thousand... put it on the table... the dice came up double sixes... that's an even one hundred and fifty thousand... dollars... "
"I'm glad you agree. Why don't you go mix me a drink instead of trying to make me out a liar, because its one thing I'm not."
"Okay, sugar daddy," I smiled, winked my eyes, and wiggled my naked ass back into the bedroom to mix his drink.
When Fang finished with his shower he never bothered to put on any clothes. What he would be doing the rest of the night called for him to be in the nude, just as he was, only with a stiff peter, which he didn't have at the moment. I was perfect the way I was, and my pussy kept reminding me of it.
I presented my big man with the glass of Scotch and soda with two cubes of ice. He had to suck my tongue for me first, and he had to kiss my nipples and feel them grow hard and hot with desire. After we lovingly obliged one another, he turned his drink up and swallowed it in three swallows. But, while he was having those three swallows, I was fondling his peter and letting it grow in my hands.
"It, er, came right up," I blushingly said as he sat the glass down. "Boom!-and there it was!"
"You'd make a fucking ice cube melt or turn into cream by just passing by it. What the hell did you think would happen to my cock while you were holding it in your soft little hands?"
"Get hard," I blushed. "Finished with your drink?"
"You that hot?"
"Yeah. Burning hot!"
He took me in his arms and we lay down. I wiggled my way up on top of him and gave him my lips, while his hands enjoyed the feel of my luscious behind. I could hear him thinking; something had to be done about that pair of cheeks back there, particularly the hole in between. I fired as I had from the beginning, he would get around to punching me in it before long. By then I was hoping he would be all mine, and I wouldn't care what he did to me, where or how he did it, just as long as he did it.
I kept my little pink tongue stuffed into his mouth or jumping in and out of it, until he decided to keep it for about fifteen hot minutes to suck and massage. I gave him all I had to give and not choke him to death, or be choked to death myself. That was when his cock began to really stab me in the belly, and I was moaning into his mouth. UUUUMMMMmmmm!" And we parted. I kept my lips against his, and I whispered softly, "Fang, why is it always so good... anything you do to me?"
"Should I tell you? Or don't you already know?"
"You don't like for me to say what I know," I told him.
"Cynthia," he said seriously,"
"I'm old enough to be your old man. In ten years, when you're just a hot 26, I'm going over the hill. When you're a beautiful, mature 36, I'm over the hill! Cyndi had sense enough to know that. Don't you?"
"Age doesn't matter to me," I said.
"So, you're gonna work harder, I supp se."
"Uh-huh!" I grunted and gave him my mouth to love as he wished. He took my tongue and sucked and massaged it, then let me have his. I was ready to burst when he let me go. "Ahh, Gawd, I'm on fire, Fang!" I said. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"I'll probably eat the hairs from around your sweet twat," he told me. "Would you like that?"
"I would like that very much."
I rolled off him and he found my left breast and began to suck the sensitive nipple. And he took the right one in his left hand he had eased under my shoulders and found, and slipped his right hand down between my thighs. He was searching for my pink beast there between my moist vulva lips. He found it like always and struck it with his fingers. My body trembled up to his hand. "Oooowwww, Fang, oooowwww!" I cried out. Oooowww! Oooowwww! Oooowwww! Ooh, that feels so terrific!" He whipped the little naughty beast until it turned red-hot and began to melt me. "Uhhhh!" I moaned. -Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! You making me cream! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!
I was still wiggling my hips of my own volition, but my body was quivering because of the intense multi-orgasmic spasms I was enduring. They had struck and taken over, and the tremendous amount of pleasure they brought had me constantly yielding with complete surrender. As Fang viewed my face with his hot eyes, I was reminded of what I heard Mama say once; that a woman looks her absolute best under two exclusive circumstances-when she is with child, and when she is in deep ecstasy. And from the way Fang was looking at me at the moment, I believed he felt as if he could swallow me whole and have no problems digesting me. But I preferred to have him nibble away at me a little at a time, and savor each morsel separately. He continued to finger my cunt while he kissed his way and licked his way down toward it, stopping occasionally to let me suffer the absence of pleasure. The suspense of when I was going to get my cunt licked and sucked was driving me mad. And that was what he wanted. I kept trying to push him all the way down to it, but he refused to follow my burning desires. He had his own thing to do for both of us. I wanted loving; he was going to give me the best. Oooooowwwwwwrrrrrr! Ohhh, Gawd its so-o-o-o goooddd to-o-o-o m-m-m-meeeeeeeeee! Guuuuuugggggg! Gaaaaaahhhhh! Agggghhhhhh! aaaaaarrrrgggghhhh!"
This was what I wanted. This was also what he wanted, and all I had to do was give him enough of it, and like I had said in the beginning, he'd fall off in it, and be mine. I had been disparaging myself, thinking I was no match for him. I don't know why; he was in love with my stuff and I knew that much from the first time. And, as for his age compared to mine--according to what I knew about the subject, the older a man gets, particularly when he's sexually active, the better he gets. They're also brighter and more intelligent, and much better lovers among other things. So, I aspired to keep Mister lo Paka quite, quite busy entertaining me thusly. Of course I was also jealous of Cyndi Cordet. Fang had gotten her hymen-cherry when she was eleven, and ate and screwed her up until a few short weeks before I met him. I felt kind of special right then, because he was really making love to all my stuff. He didn't have to tell me how much he loved it. I knew from the manner in which he made love to it that he loved it dearly. However, Fang didn't believe he was thrilling me enough. I know now that an expert lover always tries to take his woman to a great peak of sexual pleasure each time, and make those acts varied instead of the same old in-and-out kinda action. This being the case at the moment, he stopped, and decided he was going to take me on a trip I would never forget. He eased my body down to the bed and got up. I was naturally stunned and somewhat shocked, let alone struggling in poverty without him eating me. "What?" I asked, leaving my mouth wide open, and other words meant to be spoken, hushed, be right back, pretty baby," he told me. "Cool it for a few seconds, willya?"
"You're deliberately punishing me, you know!" I complained. Fang went into the bathroom. And a few minutes later he came back with a tall glass filled with hot water, and one that was empty. I was looking at him as if he were crazy. Certainly he didn't intend filling my cunt with hot water. Did it need to be washed out? What a time for water, I thought, and for what? I watched him fill his mouth with the hot water and hold it for as long as he could.
I was creaming too good to believe I was a mortal being, and he was leaving me. But he had to get warmed up again so he could cream me right into my young grave.
He came back to my quivering, whimpering, gasping dizzy cunt and thrust his tongue back up inside it and I went made. Passion and pleasure dominated every inch of my anatomy, and ecstasy exploded it once more. "OOOOOOWWWWWWOOOOOOooooo! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Good Gawd, I'm cumming! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooooooohhhhhhrrrrrr! I'm cumming!"
Fang turned me over right there on the edge of the bed, pushed my shoulders down to the bed, pulled my rear up into the air, and I just knew my rump was going to get stuffed with peter. It felt the same way, and began to yell to me up through my entrails, for me to run for my life; it was not capable of handling his peter when it was normal, and sure in hell would not be capable of handling it if it was hot like his mouth and tongue had been. But, I kept my lovely rump up in the air the way he had positioned me, peeping through my things at him holding his peter in the hot water.
He was smart when he got ready to give it to me. He caught me around my waist with his left hand and held me, and used his right hand to help shove the wand up into my wobbly cunt. The instant the hot peter came plunging into me I went into a bucking bronk's act. I tried to drag him across the bed when it was halfway in, and found it impossible to move an inch. "Ahhhhh, Gawd Ahhhhh!" I cried out. "Oooooohhhhh, Fang, Oooooohhhhh!" I settled down and accepted the hot pleasure the hot peter gave me, as it plunged all the way off into my fainting pussyhole. "Wooowwww! Wooowwa! Woooowwww! Aiiieee! Aiiieee! Give it to me! Give me that hot peter! It's hard... it's hot... it's good... it's everything. Give it to me! Harder! Faster! Get it deep! Get it... deeeepppp! Harderrrrr! Deeeppppeeeerrrr!"
My body was like a machine thrown into high gear, or a giant moving muscle that was flexing itself incessantly. I was holding my bottom lip between my teeth and tossing my head from side to side. I was no longer enjoying ecstasy and pleasure; I WAS ecstasy and pleasure combined. And he figured while he had me riding on a cloud, he should take me on to the Milky Way.
He moved upwards as he flipped me over on my back, and made certain that his peter would rest firmly upon my clit. And he just slow-fucked, constantly aggravating my vulnerable clitoris. Then he got his warm hands on my hot breasts and squeezed some juice out of them, too. He was getting natural hot stuff. He was stabbing me so beautifully I had to cry. My lover was giving me what I wanted and knew I needed. He was not just thinking of himself; but the both of us together.
I loved that man.
I swear I loved him!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now my kisses were not only lascivious and torrid, but also more meaningful. I detected the same in his, and that was why I was more or less kissing him that way. He was melting. I would be shrewd and not say anything, and just wait and let time tell the story as it was.
He was not just giving me his mouth and tongue, but his soul. His arms not only held me tightly, but his hands were caressing my shoulders, then his fingers waded through my hair and came to my face. He held my cheeks in his hands and looked profoundly into my eyes, as I looked into his. Maybe we were looking at each other's souls.
"You play a pretty good game of peter and twat, too," I smiled.
"Flattery, my dear Cynthia," he said, "will get you everything."
"No, bull?"
"No, bull."
"Well, er, how about a little of that cream you've been saving up for the past few days? Mmmmmmm! Gonna give it to me?"
"Is that important to you?" he wondered. "Sure. Feels good when you do it. It's so warm and juicy... I don't know... it just... does something to me when you spurt."
"Will you talk to me real sweet, baby?"
"Uh-huh," I cooed, as he began to writhe again, with the head of his giant peter deep down inside my pussy where the pure stuff was. "If you want me to... tell you... how good it is... you... know it... is... "
"You like it?"
"I love it. Makes me feel good... all over!"
"And cum like crazy, huh?"
"Don't you know it! Like now... I'm getting ready to go... offf! It's... getting gooddd to me... Fang! It's really... getting goodddd to... m-m-m-meee! It's gonna cream me! IT'S GONNA MAKE ME CUUUMMMM! IT'S GONNA MAKE ME DO IT! OOH! OOH! OOH! 00H! OOOOHHHHHH!"
"Look at me!" he demanded, and I looked right into his eyes as ecstasy pervaded me and kept me erupting. "I'm... look... ing... at... you!" my trembling voice said.
"Talk to me."
"It's too gooodddd right... now"
"Talk to me, damnit!"
"Alright," I gasped. "What... do... you want... me to say?"
"Just sweet talk."
"I'll... try... Unnnfff! Unnnfff! Unnnfff! I gotta cream first. I feel it coming up again... all over. Unnnfff! Unnnfff! You're making me cream! You're... making me-cr-cr-crrreeeaaammmmm! I can't talk nowwwwww! Huuuunnnngggg! Gaaaahhhhrrrr! Aaaaarrrrhhhhffff!"
"Tell me... you love me, he whispered, while his peter was stabbing me deep in my cunt where the honey-cream was.
"Unnnggeee! Unnngggeee! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! That's what you're making me... dooooo! Huuummm! Huummm! Huuuuummmmm! Hhhhuuuummmmm!"
"Say you love me, damnit!"
"Auuuggghhh! I'm still cuuummmiiinnnggg! "
"Tell me you love me, Cynthia, or I'll stop."
"No, don't stop. I love you. I love you! I love you! Ohhh, Gawd, I love... you... Huuuummmm! Huuummmmm! Huuuuummmmm! HHHHHUUUUUMMMmmm! AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Say you love me again."
"Yeeesssss, I looooovvvveeee yooouuuuuu! I... love... yooouuuuuu! Gaaaahhhhrrrr! Unnnngggghhhh! Aaaagggghhhhh!"
"Again! Say it again!"
"Ahhh, shit, I love you. I... love... yooouuuuu! Illllooooovvvvveeeee youuuuu! I love your peter. I love the way... you screw me... I love the way you eat my stufffff! You're... makinl me cuuuuummmmm... agaaaaiiiinnnnn! Awwwwwwhhhh, it's so gooodddd to-o-o-o-o m-m-m-m-meeeeeeee!"
I was working my hips fast and violently as my orgasm continued to blast away inside of my hole and explode my mind. I was hearing my own snatch pop as he shoved peter in and pulled peter out. The erotic-fuck-suction sound was all around us. I was beginning to hold it up tight against him, as I felt him trembling and ready to get his cookies off. I worked my hips rapidly like that, throwing him all of my stuff I had between my thighs to screw. And he was getting nothing but pure bottom stuff, and my hole was going to get his stuff. I decided to make him pay for the thrill he was giving me.
I waited until he began to writhe unevenly, and I knew for sure his balls were going to break.
"Tell me you love me," I gasped. "Tell me you love me."
"Noooooo!" he exclaimed, but there was ecstasy written all over his face. My young stuff was driving him made.
"Say it, Fang, say it! Say you love me!"
"I'm gonna shoot!" he cried. "I'm gonna... shoot!"
"Say you love me!" I pleaded. "Say it, or I'll stop..."
"Yeeeesssss!" he gushed. "Yeeeeesssss, I love you! Huuunnnggg! Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! "
"Say it again," I told him, holding my stuff up to him so he could give me his cream down there in my honey spot he loved to grind away in. "Say it again nice and sweet."
"I love you! I love... yooouuuuu! Ahhhhh, I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnnnnng! Awwwwwoooooo! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh!"
"Fang, I feel it! I feel it! I feel it! I feel you cum!"
"Beautiful," he sighed. "Beautiful! Huuuummmmm! Shit!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! That was the best" I told him. "Waaahhhhoooo!"
He took a moment to think it over, then jerked his head to the side and gritted his teeth. "You made me say it!" he complained in heated anger. "You made me say I love you. You just... had to do it."
"What's wrong with saying you love someone?"
He jerked his head back to me. You know it ain't possible... I mean I'm not in any position to be having a serious love affair. You know it! Why'd you make me lie to you."
"You weren't lying, baby," I said. "You meant every beautiful word you said."
"Bulll... shit! I was nutting. I would have said anything to keep you giving it up like that. Shit, I ain't in love with nobody."
I began to work my hips again, shoving my stuff up onto his hard peter and pulling it back slowly at the same time. He made a move to get up, and I locked my arms tight around his shoulders and my long lets around his back.
"Don't run from it, baby," I told him. "I'm still your virgin, you know. And I'm giving you what you crave, and you know it."
He was down there in his good spot, and he couldn't negate himself that pleasure. But for a while he just lay there atop of me without any action. But I noticed the thrill on his face, and the way his peter was throbbing up inside my hole. He loved it, damnit. He loved that young stuff he was in, and nothing was going to change that.
"That's right," I whimpered, about to get off. "Get your young stuff, Fang. I'm giving it... all to you. Take it, Fang. Work your hips and get it right."
In a moment he was moving, but he couldn't look at me. He placed his head beside my cheek and started grinding me out good. "It's good," he whispered to me.
"I know it, baby," I whispered back to him as I got off. "I know it is. You're creaming your virgin again. Your virgin is... creaming for you, and you love it, don't you?"
"Yes, I love it," he said, and really went to giving it to me good.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooohhhh, Fang, oooohhhh! It's coming again! It s coming again! Don't stop! Don't stop! Love me?"
"Yes."
"I love you, too!"
"You're fucking like a pro," he told me. "Goddamn, it's the best young stuff... I've had."
"Better than Cyndi's?"
"Yes, baby. It's much, much better. She wouldn't give it all to me the way you're doing."
"Then get it all," I said happily.
He took me to another multi-orgasmic spasm series and let me get my breath. He kissed my lips tenderly and sucked the bottom one I had bit until it was sore. He ran his fingers through my hair and applied pressure to my head to get my tongue back into his mouth so he could suck and massage it. I got the idea he liked that little pink honey, too.
I blushed. "Fang, how many positions do you know?"
"Oh, God, about a hundred, I guess. Maybe more."
"Really?"
"Sure," he said, and rolled over, and there I was on top of him. "Turn around."
Without becoming disengaged, which would have killed me, I balanced myself and slowly turned around, feeling his peter kind of twist in my tight pussy, until I was facing the opposite direction. And he pulled me back into his arms and grabbed my left breast and slipped his right hand into my cunt and killed my clit.
He turned me over until he was behind me. Then he lifted my right leg into the air and placed it over his left shoulder. After that he put his right leg across my left one and sat in my pussy. It was easy for both of us because we were so limber. He showed me a few more good positions before he creamed. There were others we would try another time. I was too busy getting off to change now.
Fang was right about me. I was a natural cum-freak. But I had to wonder if it would have been this way with any man that laid me. I doubted it. I doubted it because I was in love with Fang, and I gave him my all. He had said he did not really enjoy Cyndi as much as me, and one of the reasons was she did not give up all her stuff the way I did. So, if this was true, I wouldn't give all of mine up to any other man, either.
Anyway, right then I was on my belly and Fang was sitting on top of my behind, with all of his peter-pole up my cum-filled pussy. He was going to spurt again for me. I knew he had to get his stabs in first, as he was doing, and then, because he loved my stuff so much he was going to spurt in me and for me.
Since he was humping from the rear like that, and I was getting my cookies over and over again for him, I tried as best I could to imagine what it was going to be like when he shoved his peter up my butthole and assaulted it. Thinking about this perverted act fascinated and excited me. It was going to hurt like hell for a while, and knowing Fang, he would give me pleasure. So, there I was, getting stuck in the pussy, wanting it up my ass-crack, all the way up inside my entrails. That was when a giant orgasm nearly knocked the lid off my brains.
I felt his body trembling. His hands came to my breasts and swallowed them. "I'm gonna do it, too, baby," he told me. "Wiggle your fine behind for me."
"Okay! Okay!" I wiggled and he shoved peter. I wiggled harder and he shoved peter deeper. I lifted my tail up and held it there, keeping his magic wand on the bottom of my giggling, cream-hungry cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh, shiiiiiitttttt!" Fang cried out, and really rammed his pole in my hole. "I'm gonna, nuuuuuttttt!"
"Do it!" I demanded. "Do it!"
I was beating hell out of the pillow, whimpering, scratching, raising my tail higher and higher into the air. And then I felt his juice spurting into my hole.
Gawd, did I ever feel good! "Ahhhhhhhhhhg, Cynthia, I'm cumming!" he told me.
"Yeeessss, I... know! Me... toooooo "
CHAPTER EIGHT
Monday nights are like almost any other night in Las Vegas. We had stayed over because Fang felt luck, and he was. Like he promised me, he doubled his wad of dough more than twice. I think he tried to prove a point to me, and did.
That Monday night we were going to dinner. He had bought me a beautiful evening ensemble and some jewelry. I had my hair coifed by an expert, piled high atop my head in large curls. My face was also expertly made up. Not too much make-up, because Fang didn't like it. Just enough to make me look grown up.
Then, he dropped by the Mint and told the driver to wait. He smiled to me as he took out his roll and said he would be back with it doubled in a moment. He would only go for one toss of the dice. I wished him luck and he was gone.
While I sat there glittering like the bright lights all about me, thinking Fang would be gone at least an hour, I looked up and he was walking to the cab. I was agape because he wasn't smiling, nor was he holding any wad of dough in his hand. I knew he had lost.
He got in and gave the driver our next destination. I sat as quiet and still as I could, and so did he. Then when we pulled up in front of the Sands Hotel, Fang pulled out the wad of dough I thought he had lost. And, oh, yes, it was much thicker than the one he went into the Mint with. Much thicker.
Anyway, we had a marvelous time. The place was crowded with people from all over the world, including stars from stage, screen and even radio. Included in that group was none other than Ms. Cyndi Cordet, who just had to visit with us for a moment.
Attired in a white shimmering satin evening ensemble, she was ravishing, I must say. My heart leaped into my throat when I looked up from our table and there she was smiling at Fang.
"Fang, baby," she cooed. "How goes it?"
Gentlemanly, Fang stood to his feet. "I'm fine, er, Cyndi. And you?"
"Having a ball!" she exclaimed. She was high, and not off any alcohol, either. "Wanting to get balled, too," she added sexily.
"Knowing you, Cyndi," Fang said "You can't miss." He smiled at me. "This is Ms. Domino. Cynthia Domino."
Has she given you a blow yet, Fang?" Cyndi giggled. "I recall the first one I gave you. Waaahhhh! Did you ever give my tonsils a battle. But I got used to it, didn't I? Now, my men friends say I'm the best in Hollywood. Er, what do they say about Ms. Domino?"
If I had known what they were talking about, I might have joined in the conversation, but since I didn't, I kept quiet.
"I am at my hotel, baby," Cyndi grinned. "Room 511." She winked her eye and wiggled away. Fang returned to his seat and my heart found its way back into my bosom. I think that was a streak of luck, however.
So, Tuesday morning after one o'clock when we returned to our hotel, I knew two things for sure. Fang had kept his promise and more than doubled his winnings, and I had crossed paths with his ex--lover once more. I was so concerned with Ms. Cordet, I couldn't remember how much I had enjoyed the shows we saw, or how happy I was Fang was treating me like his woman now. I won't lie about another thing, either. Being out with Fang like that among entertainers, I felt as if I belonged to that elite class of people. I figured if Cyndi Cordet could do it, so could Cynthia Domino.
She knew everyone who was anyone at all, and because Fang had known her before, and met some of her friends, I was introduced to them. Thank goodness no one asked him how old I was.
But that was all behind, and now we had arrived at our hotel to spend our last hours loving each other before we flew back to Hollywood. It was Fang's profound intentions to continue bullshitting me about his true feelings, and my profound intentions to convince him he was lying only to himself. I didn't know he was going to do what he did later on or, I should say, make me do what I did to him. And I'll always remember that the same as Cyndi Cordet did.
Fang unlocked the door and I slipped inside like a greased eel. He was right behind me, looking at my shimmering rump. The tightly-fitted, full-length cocktail dress I was wearing hugged it wickedly; almost shamefully. But that was nothing compared to what Fang was going to do to it once he got in and raided it. He was going to slap something between my fine ass-cheeks I'd remember forever, even after death.
"You weren't impressed with my friends," he mentioned casually, as he helped me out of my cape.
"I didn't know any of them, baby. I never will. Savvy?"
"They're just people, you know. Not animals!"
"I know, and I didn't say they were animals."
"Then, er, why so cold?"
"Fang, I like them. I even love them on the screen, the stage or wherever they work. I don't have to love'um in person!"
He pulled me into his arms. "We have a few hours before we leave for home. I'd like to spend them making love, not conversation, okay?"
"Okay," I smiled. Then I reached my arms up around his neck and pulled my lissome body tight against his. My lips parted and I surrendered their moist softness and mellowness to him. I teased him with the tip of my tongue, running it between his lips, back and forth before I let him have it to suck and massage. When it got down to that part, he was wicked in his mannerism, clutching my hips as he sucked my tongue. "Ummmmmm! You taste good this morning."
"You taste good every morning."
"So do you."
He nodded. "And, er, you'd like nothing better than to be there every morning at my side. Right?"
"Or, you in me. Yes."
"Sounds terribly exciting," he admitted.
"How about a serious lay?" I suggested boldly. I had his number, and I was working on it. Fang liked a real bitch. I was doing my best.
"Lets get it on," he smiled.
We finished taking off our clothes. He finished first and didn't bother helping me. He went off to the shower and got the water going. And if I wanted to keep Fang falling for me, I ad to keep after him, because as sure as I was born, he was running away from me. It may not have looked that way from someone else's point of view. But I wasn't looking that way; I was looking at it from my point, and the view showed me he was running as fast and as hard as he could.
I came after him. He was already under the water soaping himself. I took a towel and made certain my expensive hairdo didn't get all messed up by the water from the shower. If it got messed up at all, Fang could do it. He paid for the expensive hairdo.
My eyes darted to his peter as I stepped under the shower with him, then I went after it with my hot hands. I always seemed to get charged up when I was holding it and gently squeezing it. Either that, or I had some profound thoughts about it crawling away from me, and didn't want that to happen. But the only place it was going that night was into my mouth first, then on down my gullet, and afterwards, into my cunt he loved so much. And by then I would know and understand what Cyndi Cordet was talking about at the Sands.
"When are you coming back to Vegas?" I asked, just to make conversation. He didn't seem to be talkative.
"When I get the feeling," he said evasively. "Might be Reno the next time. Could be any place big games go on."
"But you'll win, naturally."
"If I gamble, Cynthia, I expect to win. Yes. Nothing in the books says I will, but my past record. Come here." He turned me around and found my luscious breasts to his liking and began to hotly fondle them. His peter was stiff and resting over the crack of my hips behind, throbbing like crazy, wanting to get into that mucky pool of sexual delight. However, there were other holes it would get creamed by that morning.
He enjoyed being shackled to my heaving breasts as much as I enjoyed it. And he was kissing me so lovingly all over my shoulders and neck, which he also loved. I moved my behind back against his throbbing peter. At that moment I really wanted it up my anal canal, just to see what was so great about it. Naturally because I was already proven to be a cream-freak, Mister Lo Paka figured I was ever so eager to get my rear-end reamed out.
It was getting to him, so he let go of me, and we took our time and soaped and lathered each other. I played with his hard peter and he teased my weeping cunt. We rinsed and then sucked and massaged each other's tongues. He got over-anxious and attacked my pliable clitoris and had it shouting and my pussy boiling. Then, he did it. He placed his strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I didn't fight. I was too thrilled and filled with suspense. I wanted to have his hard-on in my mouth, because from that first night when I so boldly kissed it, it felt good. I knew it could feel better.
I kissed the bald head like that first night, while I debated with myself on what to do next. I just did what I felt. I locked the giant's head with my tongue, then took it just inside my mouth and ran my tongue all around it, and slightly flogged it. I was getting a fever in my cunt while loving his peter with my mouth. Sex was a funny, strange thing. I even found joy in cradling his balls in my hands while I tongued his peter and sucked the head of it with my lips.
Fang was always thinking ahead, while I had to concentrate on what was happening at that moment. So, he was moving me back until he had me backed up against the wall down on my knees. I mean my head was against the wall, and I was sitting on my haunches. The water could only strike his backside, not me at all. I was glad because I had enough to concentrate on with his peter right there tasting and feeling so good to me. And I had not realized the position I was in at the moment. But in the position I was in, I later on learned I was helpless; completely at the mercy of the huge peter I was so busy tasting, sucking and loving.
I could feel him watching my sweet mouth as it moved hotly over the hard peter, and my pink tongue licked the head, ran the full length to the shaft, which I found to be a delight, then back to the head again. It was really thrilling! I wondered what it would be like to take a little more or all of the giant head into my mouth. Thinking about it had my cunt walls spasming and spurting cream into my rejected hole down there panting between my thighs.
That was when I looked up questioningly into his eyes beaming down on my mouth filled with his peter. I was asking him with my bulging eyes if he was really going to do what I was thinking; shove it off into my gullet. I was vulnerable for that at the moment. Would he more or less be this cruel, knowing I was not that experienced? Could he be that cruel under those circumstances? I knew he was thinking of me as being a fine heifer with his big peter in my mouth he was fucking. If that was the case, then he was going to spurt. Ooooh, I tell you, the idea of him spurting in my mouth really sent me into an erotic frenzy. It was too bad he was almost out of cream. I wished his balls were loaded, and I could get a good batch the first time. It seemed unfair for me not to since during this act I was a virgin.
He was slightly bending over with his hands shackled to my breasts. That added to my eroticism as much as it did to my heat, and although I really didn't know what I was doing, nothing I did seemed to displease him. Now and then I would look up into his face and see naked pleasure. He was enjoying it! That made me happy. Little did I know I was doing it so good I was about to drive him up the shower wall. I had slightly more than the head of his peter in my mouth, but did not feel uncomfortable. And I was really giving it a smashing, lashing, flogging, spanking sucking delightful thrill. Now and then I just licked the giant stick of candy from head to base. And I discovered when I ran my tongue underneath it, he slightly quivered. This had to be a very sensitive area of the peter, I thought, I went wild licking him under there. His legs trembled, and he kind of hissed.
"Suck that cock," he told me. "Suck it, you fine heifer, suck it! Just lick it and my balls... all in my butt, wherever you wanna put your hot lips and tongue. Ooooh, shit, you're sucking much dick, baby. Goddamn, you didn't tell me you loved this kinda action, too. Waaahhhh! Ahhhh! Oooohhhh! Shhiiiitttt! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhh, its so good!" He was working his hips again, shoving his peter-pole deeper and deeper into my mouth. I knew his goal was to plunge it off into my inexperienced gullet, and I was so thrilled he didn't even know how to keep it from happening, nor did I want to prevent it. "Suck, baby, suck! Suck my cock! Ooohhhh, shit, you're sucking cock like a pro! Ohhh! Ooohhhh! Ahhhhh! Mmmmmmmmm! Waaaaahhhhh! Jeezzzuuusss, that's good!"
With him talking to me that way, I couldn't concentrate on anything other than what was happening, and the fact sooner or later I would find his entire peter in my mouth and down my gullet. I had even forgotten about getting his juice and what I would do with it when I did, how it would feel, taste and be disposed of. But, when he shut up I thought of something to do. After all, I was doing this for love, as well as pleasure. This was what he wanted, and I had to give him the best. I knew Ms. Cordet did. Could I beat her? I had a fuller mouth. Did I have a deeper throat? I must have. It was certainly a longer neck I owned between my head and shoulders. Of course I had a deeper gullet. That made me happier.
My hot mouth nuzzled his peter from head to base, then back to the head. I nibbled on it the same way, back and forth, up and down, and particularly underneath. That always made him tremble and hiss, grit his teeth and kind of go limp. I held the love-organ in my hands and whipped it with my tongue. Then I felt the vulnerable urethral canal in the center of his peter, and decided to see what would happen if I teased it a little. So, I took the tip of my tongue and tried to get it up in there. I suppose I did move it just enough to get into it and give him a different thrill, because he really hissed at that time. But because I knew it thrilled him, it enhanced my pleasure, too, and I had to take the good peter back into my mouth and love it. I was getting the feel of having this giant inside my mouth. Each time I took it back in my mouth either my mouth was larger or I was actually melting his peter, because I was better able to manipulate it. I wallowed it around inside my mouth that was filled with warm saliva, and lashed it over and over again with my tongue. It was readily getting good to Fang, because he had to move his hips, which naturally meant he was fucking my mouth. The giant peter was really a giant now. He had five good, long inches of it shoved into my mouth, and was really pumping away as if he had it up my cunt.
My own thrills were so overwhelmingly sensational, I wanted to gobble it all up at once. I never stopped my motions while he writhed and stabbed me inside my mouth with his pole. I never gave any indications at all I wanted him to stop. I think I would have cried if he had. My head kept on going back and coming forward, with the peter going deeper and deeper into my mouth each time. I was on the brink of climaxing, and couldn't believe it. It was really thrilling to me.
I turned his peter loose and reached my hands behind him and caught his hard behind and slid a little closer, only to have him shove another three inches of his peter off into my mouth and push my head backwards. Now, what this did was cause the head of his peter to stab me hard and unpleasantly in the back of my throat, and I knew right then he would never get it down in there like this. No, sir, not at all. I was in for brutal punishment if I anticipated taking his peter in my gullet this way.
So, I pushed him back and leveled my head and neck, also my throat, so the long stem would have a direct shot off into my gullet. I don't think Fang even knew this was the way it had to be done; he was too busy pumping away, getting it off deeper and deeper, and soon I would have it all.
It kept coming in, sinking into my throat, until my nose, chin, eyes and mouth were in his pubic hair. Fang was so thrilled and shocked, he just held it there. His legs were trembling, and I expected him to spurt any moment. If he did, it would leave the head of his peter and leap into my throat. I would never know what it was like if that happened. And as far down in my gullet as his peter-pole was, I guess if I had been able to breathe, which I wasn't, I would have held it until my belly began digesting it. But, since I could not breathe, I had to move away from the excited peter's shaft and even let go of the head to get my breath.
"Shit!" exclaimed Fang. "That was the greatest thrill I ever had! Ain't nobody took all of my cock like that before. Waaahhhhh!"
"Am I doing alright?" I childishly asked as sweetly as I could speak.
"Beautifully, baby," he said. "Come on, suck some more. Shit, if you're out to make me love you, believe me,-you're on the right road. Suck!" I took his wand back into my happy mouth and began to suck, moving my lips all around it, twisting my head from side to side as I did. Gawd, did I ever feel happy. And was it ever good! "Suck it, baby, suck it. I swear it's good. Suck my cock! Wooouuuweeeeee, Goddamn that's the best head I've ever had! Make that cock cream for you, baby! Shit, I wish I was loaded. But make it cream for you anyway."
He pulled my head all the way forward again to see if it was real; to see if I had really swallowed it the first time. He pulled and I took it. He shoved it all the way in and I took it all. He fucked my throat! And that got him. He was going to cream in my belly! "Oooouuufffff!" he cried out. "Ooohhh, shit! You... gonna make me pop my balls! I'm gonna cream, baby! You... gonna... get my cream!"
He pulled it out of my throat and when I got my breath back, I never missed a stroke. I went right on sucking, moving my tongue all over and around it. He was intently watching my mouth and tongue operate on his wand. And his wand was throbbing. He was going to burst his balls. NOOOOoooo! I was going to make his balls break wide open.
"LOOK OUT, BABY!" he bellowed. "I'M GONNA CREAM! I'M GONNA CREAM IN YOUR HOT MOUTH! HAAAANNNGGGggggg! GGGGGAAAANNNNGGGGgggggg! UNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHhhhhh! GGGAAAAHHHHHhhhhh!"
His balls exploded. The juice shot out of his urethral canal into my mouth, but I never stopped sucking. It felt so good--it tasted even better--and the thrill had me sitting on top of a blazing hot orgasm I couldn't explode myself. I was too busy getting Fang off. Suddenly, I swallowed that bit of juice that filled my mouth. "Uuuuggghhh!" and kept right on sucking, getting every last drop. I took my hands and milked it out. If there was a drop left in his peter or his balls, he wasn't human.
CHAPTER NINE
We finished our showers and talked about the shows we saw and some of the people he had introduced me to. He was saying and doing all he could to avoid what he truly felt. Fang was in love with me, and couldn't face or accept that reality. He figured sooner or later it would go away, and as long as I stayed close to him he wouldn't be hurt.
We came back into the bedroom with our arms about each other. His left hand was aggravating my left nipple. I was shivering from the passion building up and soaring through me. That climax I hadn't exploded yet was being intensified inside my juicy cunt, and just waiting to be released.
"Keep it up." I said, as we sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, I intend to," he told me.
We lay back together. I was in his left arm, and his left hand was still aggravating hell out of my left nipple. I turned my face toward him with an amorous expression on it, then saw one on his face he had never revealed until now.
"This is our last night here," I told him. "As a matter of fact, it's our last night... period. When I leave, don't call me, and I won't call you. If I can't have love... I don't want anything!"
"What?" He couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm too good, and too beautiful to have to beg for love, Fang. And I won't have another man until I know for sure he loves me."
"That's pretty damned cold!" he exclaimed lightly.
I shrugged. "It's that kinda world, baby. You're icy with me, you know. You love all I do to you and with you, but you refuse to love me. Why should I just settle to be your plaything, with nothing to gain but a boot in the rear sooner or later?"
"You're nuts, you know that, Ms. Domino!" he yelled.
"You've got the nuts, baby, not me. And they're all dried up. I made certain of that."
"But my cock is hard, runt!"
My eyes widened. "Huh?" I reached my hand down and caught hold of his new hard-on. "Sonofabitch! Just like that? And you tell me you're not crazy about me? You're full of cow shit!"
"I told you... you turn me on sexually. But that's all."
"Okay. We'd better do something about that," I said, turning over on my side.
I nibbled at his ear, licked his cheeks, his neck, then licked down his left side, sliding my tongue along lazily the same as he had done to me, now and then nibbled at his skin, sending hot flashes through me. I drew in the tender flesh in his left side just beneath his ribcage and sucked it, then tongued it with my red-hot poker. I looked up and grinned, then took his throbbing peter in my hot hands. I straightened up, then slapped the head of it with my pink torch. I continued slapping it, making him flinch, teasing hell out of him, letting him know the joy and pleasure he was going to miss if he were fool enough to let me go.
Then I sank my hot mouth down over the head of his sweet peter and sucked like crazy. Now that I knew what he loved--me, I was going to drive that craze until he was crazy with it. I took it all into my mouth, then looked up at him and winked my eye. I reached beneath his hips and thrust my middle finger up into his twitching behind. I figured if it gave me pleasure, it should do something for him. It twitched. It was so tight around my finger the blood stopped circulating, and I had to jerk it out. Until then, a fart couldn't have escaped.
I moved to the floor and he came down some. I got on my knees so I could have all of his peter. He raised up to watch me in action, enjoying the sight of his young fool down there giving his pole the exciting thrill of its life. Passion and pleasure, in the form of needle points that were red-hot, were shooting up through his pole, into his balls, up over his ass-crack, up his spine, where they exploded in his brains, and shot through his entire body like tiny jolts of electricity. I was a beautiful young bitch eating his peter up; slapping it crazy with my tongue as if I was angry at it, and it was being punished. Well, this was what he did to my clit, and the clit and penis were very much alike. If I loved it when he did it to me; he had to love what I was doing to him.
I reached between his thighs under his peter and cupped his trembling balls in my hot hands, then my tongue ran into them and slapped hell out of them for a while. I managed to get one into my mouth and sucked crazily at it. I wallowed it around in my mouth and felt him trembling.
"SHIIIITTTTTttttt!" He cried out. "Ohhhh, Goddamn that's gooooddddd! Go head on, baby! Love them balls with your hot mouth! Great God Almighty that's gooodddd! Waaahhhh, shiiiitttt! Ohhhh, my Gawd, that's outta this world... goooodddddd!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I groaned, and went on licking and sucking.
I raised up and bent over his rod and slipped my hot lips down over the frightened head, on, and on and on, until it was down in my gullet. I stood up like a chicken that had just stretched its neck into a deep hole and captured a king-sized worm and swallowed it. I turned all the way around without taking it out, and inched my way back onto the bed and shoved my pussy into his face and wiggled it.
He didn't have to part my vulva; it jumped wide open the moment I gapped my legs open. And my clitoris was right there at the mercy of his long, hot, jutting tongue. He reached up and caught my butt and held it while he lashed away at my clit and licked me deep inside my cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm!" I groaned when that orgasm that was still there began to boil. "Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Ummmmm!" I had to spit his peter up when the peak of the orgasm exploded. "Auuuffff!" I cried out in pleasure. 'Emmmmmffff! Emmmmmfffff! Emmmmmfffff! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm getting off! I'm getting off! Gaaannnngggg! Unnnggghhhh! Gaaahhhhrrrr! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!"
I was still whimpering when he pulled me into the center of the bed. He kissed my lips and sucked my tongue. I smiled while he got me in position. He put my right leg over his shoulder and shoved his eager peter into my gulping cunt. I took it and got ready to do my hot creaming for him.
We were in one of his crazy positions. I was on my side, but he was on his knees, one on either side of my thigh, and his peter was as deep as it was going into my sneezing pussy.
"Awww!" I cried out with pleasure coming up from deep inside my hole and the tip of my annoyed clit. "Awww! Awww, baby, awww! Awww! Get it! Get it! Get it good! Get it... goooddd! Awww! Awww! Awww! Awwwwoooo, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!
I hadn't noticed it until I got off those cum-flurries, but he was unable to aggravate my clit with his peter in the position he was in. But, the loving bastard was giving it hell with his thumb, and that was why I was getting off so good.
Fang wasn't fooling me. He was trying to keep me. By that I mean this. He had thoroughly creamed me in the position he had me in. Now he took both of my legs and bent them back. As agile as I was, as my entire body was. he could get me into just about any position he wanted to and screw me. I was on my back now, but my feet were way beyond my head, and my behind was sticking straight up in the air, and I was more or less balanced on my shoulders. Fang turned around and faced the opposite direction and shoved his peter into my surprised cunt. "Shhhiiittttt!" I laughed. "This sure is a crazy position to get laid in. Damn! Waaahhhooo!"
Fang reached down between his thighs and between my pussy--lips and got my clitoris under his right thumb and began to manipulate it. Instead of writhing in this position, he was going up and down, raising and sitting in my pussy with his peter. But because of the violet molestation my clitoris was suffering. I was enjoying it tremendously, and I was ready to explode my next cum-flurry. It was definitely on the way. I was trembling and twisting my head from side to side, and my face got ugly with passion and pleasure. Even I knew I was going to get a bang out of the next orgasm coming up.
"You're mine," he told me. "You're my little freakish ass bitch! Now, you tell me! You tell me you're my little young bitch!"
"NOOOOOooooo!" I exclaimed. "I'm leaving you. You don't... love m-m-m-m-meeeee! Why... should... I love... you"
"You love me. You love this dick I'm sticking in you. Now... you tell me the truth. Ain't you getting fucked like a bitch?"
"Ooohhhh, Hell yeeesssss!" Damn, it was too good to deny.
"Tell me!"
"I'm getting it like a bitch. Fang! I'm getting fucked like a bitch! Keep... creaming me! Keep... creaming me!"
He eased down, and we lay down in bed that way, with his hard-on still deep in my whimpering cunt, and I was at one end of the bed and he was at the other. All this was doing to me was keeping me excited and wondering what to expect next. He was letting me know what I was going to be missing when I was away from him, as if he was the only man on earth that knew how to screw in more than one position. But I had to keep the faith. I couldn't loose.
"This is really terrific!" I laughingly exclaimed. "Boy, do you know strange positions! I'm not gonna cream like this, but it sure feels good."
"Like a couple of dogs hung up," he laughed.
"Yeah, that's it. Only we ain't hung up yet!"
"As hung up as we can get," he said.
"Naw, baby," I corrected him. "We're hung up... when you're deep in my womb. Waaahhhooo! Yeah, that's when we're hung up."
He eased his butt up and dragged his peter-pole out of my happy cunt and turned around and got into the proper position to do some real creaming. He took my slender body in his arms and held me as if I were a baby. He kissed my luscious lips like I was his woman. He sucked my tongue as if it were coated with honey, and he was a bee feasting on it. Then he began to shove peter in and out of my cunt; that delicate concave area between my trembling thighs that was getting ready to vomit up more thrills for me. The walls were already sweating more cream into my pussy.
I wiggled my hips and gave him all of the pussy he could get and screw in. The pleasure struck me and had me twisting my head from side to side. The pangs of pleasure were igniting me, then they exploded me. When they exploded me, I let him know it. Aggghhhhhhhh, Faannngggggg, Agggghhhhhhhh! It's good to me! It's good... to me! It's so goooddddd! Fuck me! Fuck me! Cream me! Make me cream! Make me cream for you! Make me do it... goooddddd!... "
"Still not gonna see me any more?" he asked, as he held his lips against mine.
"Uh-huh," I gasped.
"You're sure?"
"I'm... really... sureeeeee..." I roped my long legs about his waist. "But lets not talk about it now. Stick me some more and make me cream."
"Not unless you promise not to leave me," he said.
"That's blackmail!" I argued.
"All's fair in love and war," he declared.
"Then you admit you love me?"
"It's war," he said.
"Admit you love me, Fang."
"Tell me you're not leaving me."
"Forget it... Just screw and forget. I'm about to get off again."
I got off again and again. And no matter how I begged and pleaded for Fang Lo Paka to tell me he was in love with me, he refused. And since I had put my neck out on a limb, it was going to get chipped off. By me.
When we returned to Los Angeles that Tuesday, Fang and I flew back on separate flights. Mine was ahead of his. I never even knew for sure if he would take his flight an hour later. I kept watching my watch once we landed, because he should have been taking off. And by the time I reached the apartment, Fang would be arriving at the Los Angeles International Airport. I wanted to make my departure quite clear to him. I had an hour to do it.
After arriving at the apartment I called my Uncle Mike and alerted him to a possible child problem he might have. He wasn't too surprised. He told me most men like Fang couldn't afford a true love; they already had one. The only way for me to take the place of gambling in his life, was to remove gambling out of his life. Right now, as it had been for years, gambling was his life. He was married to it, and he didn't even have a license. He didn't need one. But, would I do to him what gambling would inevitably do? No. Gambling didn't love him. He just loved gambling, and mostly because he always won. He didn't know how to lose. And he wasn't losing me, I imagined, because he never loved me.
After talking with Uncle Mike, and listening to his advice and advice and more advice, I finally had time to start packing before Fang arrived. I didn't really think he would let me walk out on him like that. I was counting on what feelings he did have for me to make him ask me just once to stay. I wasn't going to push my luck and make him ask more than that.
Fang came in and broke my heart right where my life lived. He was with Ms. Cyndi Cordet. When I walked out of the bedroom with my handbags, I expected him to grab me and tell me I wasn't going any place. Instead, I stood there watching how sexily he and Ms. Cordet kissed. Even though I knew he was doing it to hurt me because he was hurt, I wasn't able to cope with it the way he was. He was too experienced; this was my first time out in the rain, and I had caught a very bad bug. The lovebug!
"Oh, Cynthia," Fang turned to me and said. "I ran into Cyndi at the airport... "
"You don't owe me any explanation. Mister Lo Paka," I whimpered. "You two... are professionals. You love tormenting each other. Go right ahead. My pains will ease in time, and my wounds will be cured. If I've never learned anything else... I learned that time heals all things.
"It was beautiful Fang."
"Cynthia..." I was moving past them with tears streaming down my cheeks. I hadn't even called a cab. I was putting on an act. It was no longer an act now. When I looked back and saw Cyndi's smiling face as she closed the door, the idea of cold-blooded murder appeared to me very clearly. And I learned another lesson. No matter how cool you are, or good you are, there can come a time when you're perfectly bad. Bad enough to become infamous and incorrigible and plot and carry out a preconceived murder. Or, do it on the spur of the moment. I know because I felt it deep down inside me. I also had another feeling since I knew I wasn't going to kill anyone. I could always take my own life. The things love can make you do, think about doing, feel, live, are all in songs, written mostly by people who have actually experienced those feelings so many take for granted.
I stood on the corner for half an hour before a cab came pulling up in front of me. "You the passenger that called a cab?" the driver asked.
"Yes," I hard myself saying.
I just had to take one more look around. Fang was running toward me. He stopped and sighed, then slapped a roll of bills in my left palm. "I'm having my number changed," he told me. "I won't have to worry about you calling. I just hope I never see you again."
"Why the bread?" I asked.
"You were a good lay," he said loud enough for the driver to hear. "A tip. You earned it, baby!"
Now, there was no need for me to try to explain to the taxi man. To him I was a whore! Maybe I had been one to Fang. Like he said, I was a good lay. What did it mean? What did it mean in dollars and cents? What did it mean in feelings? Was he actually telling me I was a whore? That's all I was? What was Fang Lo Paka trying to get across to me? Changing his number... hoped he didn't see me gain... Did he mean it. Or was it in reverse? Was it?
"Where to, Miss?" the driver asked.
"Oh, er, I'll tell you in a minute. Just drive toward Vermont."
"Yes, mam."
By the time we reached Vermont, I had made up my mind it was all over with, and I was going to my uncle. I told the driver and settled back with my emotions. I could envision Fang and Cyndi naked by now, and in torrid embrace. I looked out of the window to make the image go away, only it wouldn't. Every way I turned, I saw her in his arms. I saw her taking his beautiful peter into her mouth, trying to devour it as I had done. I saw her accepting it in her cunt the way I had accepted it. And since I knew all about her perverted sex life, I could plainly see her getting goosed in her anal crack as well. At times I saw all of these things happening at once. Other times I saw Fang eating her stuff.
We were pulling up in front of Uncle Mike's restaurant before I knew it.
"You know Mike?" the driver asked me, as he got my bags out of the trunk.
"He's my uncle," I said. "And I'm not a whore."
"Are you... Cynthia?" he asked. "Cynthia Domino? Is that you?"
"Why, er, yessss..." He smiled. "Johnny Baralli," he said.
"You're Mrs. Baralli's... husband?" I was shocked. She was a very dear friend of my departed mother. But I had never met her husband. They didn't get married until she left our town. I had seen photographs of him, and I remembered that face. "Your pictures!" I exclaimed. "Of course. I should have recognized you in the beginning."
He shook his head. "Naw, I think you were somewhat upset. Anything I can do? This cab thing... well, it's not the real me... Know what I mean?" He picked up my things and nodded toward the restaurant. "I'll follow you," he said.
We went in the back way, and straight to Uncle Mike's office. He had not expected me. When we talked it was just one of those maybe kind of things. Instead, there I was in reality.
"He put'cha out?" Uncle Mike fluttered.
"This is a crazy man! I see this from the beginning... "
"I walked out," I said.
"Then you is'a crazy," Uncle Mike said. "Whatsa matter you? You got no brains like you mother? You fatter? You stupid girl, aye? Let'a me tell'a you somethin'... no stupid'a people in my family..." He cut his eyes to Johnny. "You see this bum, Johnny boy?" "No," Johnny replied. "But, we can always look him up."
"I walked out on the man, Uncle Mike," I said positively.
"Okay. Where you gonna live? What'cha gonna do with'a your life, huh? You tell to Uncle Mike?"
I was going to continue going to school. I would work and help pay for my keep like I was supposed to do in the first place, before L got the notion to leave home to stay with a friend, and he let me.
My uncle agreed if I did as I said I would do, there would be no problems. And if I made any, I would pay for them. And no more men. Boys? Maybe. In by ten. Out whenever he or my aunt said so, and only then. Little did they know all I was interested in at the time was a place to stay, which they were giving me, food to eat to keep from starving, which they would also be giving me, and clothes on my back, which I would partly pay for as well as the other. And the main thing I wanted to do was complete my education.
So, I settled down with my uncle and aunt. I kept the place spotless, which gave the maid some relief. I cooked from time to time. I read a great deal of books and magazines, and saw every movie that opened in the Hollywood area. I even saw some porno films. This was my sex-education. I didn't go with Uncle Mike and my aunt. I did go with Johnny Baralli and his wife.
Johnny was into gambling himself. He loved the horses. Like Fang, he never lost. He never lost because he never bet. He took bets. Yes, my friend Johnny Baralli was a bookie! He used his cab mostly to do business in. He didn't have an office so his telephones could be tapped. He used a private telephone booth in all parts of the city where he worked. People seemed to know when and where to call him, and he made sure he was always there. He would take ten or fifteen calls at this booth, give the callers a new number for next time, and kept it going that way.
Summer passed and I was back in school. I celebrated my seventeenth birthday that following February. I gained two pounds and grew half an inch. Boys called me a dike, a butch, a bi-chick, a bitch, and everything they could think of calling me. I never gave them the benefit of an argument And they never got a date.
Men whistled and tried to pick me up in their car. Some were really weird, for sure.
One guy stopped that summer and asked me if he could talk with me for a moment. I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to his car and leaned against the door. He was holding his peter in his hand. He asked if he could give me ten bucks to masturbate him. I laughed. He said he would give me twenty, and I laughed harder. So, he pulled a .22 Magnum out of his glove compartment and said he would put a bullet between my eyes if I laughed again. Knowing creeps and kooks like him, I just turned and walked away. I was scared to death. With my back turned to him, I could feel a bullet entering my brains, until he pulled away. I got his license number and called the cops.
The incident made headlines, because they discovered this man had already murdered three college girls after assaulting them. Instead of the boys at school congratulating me for what I did for our society, they called me a fink; a snitch. I was beginning to hate men by mid-July.
But there was one I couldn't hate. Then was too much love in my heart for him. During the long year I had starved for his good peter. My mouth missed it, although I only had it that one night in Vegas. But my pussy had it enough that week to really miss it. And from seeing all of those sex movies, my anal crack was wanting it. The sight of all those lovely girls taking those big peters into their behinds, made mine feel as if it were missing the best part of sexual pleasures.
The theme of Fang Lo Paka and his beautiful peter mounted in my mind. I had him back there again and couldn't get rid of him. I knew before too long I'd find a way to get in touch. Johnny would help me.
I bet my future on it.
CHAPTER TEN
I don't know how he did it, but Johnny Baralli presented me with Fang's new phone number. The jack-ass head really changed it' Johnny told me he was feeling low, because Ms. Cordet had continued walking in and walking out on him whenever she pleased. Johnny said he believed from what he knew about men, Fang had finally given up on the lovely young actress, but needed someone to help him forget. I thought about it for two weeks before I called Fang. I thought about it so much it hurt way down deep. I had not forgotten what a sweet peter he had, and what he did to my cunt with it, not to mention his hot tongue and hot lips. I thought about all the things I used to say to him when he was planting that mammoth peter I loved so much deep in my hole.
It was late at night and I was in my robe getting ready to go to bed. There were a lot of men I could have had in that year gone by, but I didn't. I was still Fang's virgin. I had one more year of schooling, then it was up to me to go on to college or whatever I wanted. I wanted Fang. There was no mistake about that. An entire year had passed and nothing had changed.
So I dialed his number. "Hello," he very nonchalantly said over the phone.
"Hi. handsome," I said softly: ever so softly. "It s past your bedtime. What the heck are you doing awake at this hour of the morning? It's not good for your health, you know. A healthy man like you should eat properly and get plenty of loving and rest. You're not getting either one. Why? Bet you haven't got a chick there with you, have you?"
"Only in my mind, Ms. Domino," he said. "What's with you? How'd you get my number? And I thought I told you never to call me again."
"Now don't be nasty. Fang. And cut the bull. You miss me, and Gawd knows I've missed you."
"Alright," he sighed. "If you were an inch away from me. Ms. Domino... I'd miss you."
"All that's good," I said happily. "I can dig it."
"I don't think so, ms. Domino. Its been a year, you know."
"Better late than never."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, my good, big hunk of man, I might be there shortly."
"Don't bother!" he snapped. "I'm doing perfectly well without you." He slammed the phone down.
He wanted me. But he still didn't want to admit he loved me. He surely didn't want me to run in and out of his life the way Cyndi Cordet had done, I did once, and no telling how many others did the same thing. But I still didn't want just a night with him, or a very casual affair or relationship. I wanted to be with him all the time. And that's what he was afraid of when it came to me. If I could just suck and fuck him whenever he wanted it, without love being mentioned, he would be happy: I would be unhappy.
Fang had to know I was coming over in spite of him hanging up on me. I wanted and needed loving. So did he. And not to be bragging, for a young girl growing slowly into adulthood, I was one of the very few that could give Fang what he needed, and probably the only one that had ever given him the kind of suck and lay he desired. I didn't know it, but I felt as if I were number one in this department when it came to Fang. I know he was number one with me. And I was coming to get it, and bringing mine with me.
I remembered that last night we were together quite well, when he was so determined, almost desperate as he screwed me. "Tell me you'll see me again!" he was saying.
"Yeeesssss!" I gasped, because I was getting off a good orgasm. "Yeeessss! I'm creaming, Fang! You're... creaming me."
He was shoving much peter into my pussy, and holding it on the bottom to grind me out good. 'Tell me again!" he demanded, "tell me you won't leave me!"
"Unnnfff!" I grunted, still getting off. "Unnnfff! Unnnnffff! I... won't... leave you... I'll see you... a... gaaaiiinnnn!"
"And I can even fuck your fine ass, can't I?" Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Ummmmm! Yeeeeessss!"
"Yes, what?"
"You... can... fuck my... asssss! You can fuck it, Fang! You can fuck it!"
"If you leave, you'll bring it to me, won't you?"
"Yes, I'll... bring it to you! I swear... I'll bring it to... you."
"For what?"
"To-o-o-o-o... fuuuccckkkk!" Yeah, as I rode in the taxi cab that night, I remembered those demands as well as my promises. So, a year later I was bringing it to Fang. As sure as I was born to die, he was going to burst my anal-crack this time. I would naturally have some difficulty in making him believe nobody had stuck me anywhere over the past year. I hadn't even been kissed.
When the cab pulled up in front of the apartment building my clitoris awakened and started panting right away. My cunt began to whine like a baby awakening hungry, needing to be fed. and my anal crack tried to remain behind in the cab, for it knew it was time it had its fill of Fang's beautiful, bountiful peter.
I paid the driver and walked briskly to the apartment. It was locked, naturally. I had to get Fang on the phone by dialing his code number.
"Yes?" he said, knowing it was me.
"Hi, handsome," I said. "Gonna buzz me in or let me stay out and get picked up by anybody?"
"Damnit..." he said, and then I heard the gate opening. I hurried through it.
Fang was still cursing to himself when he opened the door for me. I was standing there in all of my youthful magnificence, attired in an orange pants ensemble, and my hair falling about my shoulders the way it had been when we first met. It was longer now. His eyes darted from my face to the heap of voluptuous mammary flesh my ensemble exposed. My lips were moist and succulent as always, and all he could do for the moment was breathe me in through his nostrils and drink me in with his eyes. I wasn't a girl any more! I was s woman!
"Hello, Fang," I said, studying his perturbed face and pain in his big brown eyes.
He didn't have a chance to speak before I breezed in by him. And while he studied my form and closed the door, I noticed the place was not as neat as it generally was. I wasn't going to concern myself with that right then.
I wanted this man, and knew at last he was mine. Why waste precious moments we could never live again with talking or looking. Act, girl! And I did.
I reached out my arms for him, smiling as I looked down in his crotch to see the print of his peter in his bikini briefs. It was still nice and long and plenty thick. I wondered how Ms. Cordet's cunt felt now that she was without it. I wondered what kind of half-ass pleasures she had given him, when I had given him all.
He walked past me without looking in my direction. I reached out and caught his right arm, made a step to the side and kissed his cheek.
"Cut the bull, Fang," I said. "You knew I'd bring it to you sooner or later.
"Bring what?" he asked firmly.
"All of me," I said. "My mouth. Lips. Tongue. My snatch, and my butt. All of me. I promised you I would, didn't I? I meant it, although I didn't say when. Besides, I didn't expect to really leave."
"But you did."
"You walked in with her!" I shouted. "I was gaming, that's all... until I saw you were with her."
He half-smiled. "I was gaming, too."
"Really? Gawd, I was so happy I could have creamed!
"Really! But. it was the wrong game."
Don t I get a kiss? I wondered, hungry, starved for his lips.
"I don't know where your mouth has been for the past year," he said, and walked into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. I was hot on his heels, and steam was jumping from my mouth and fire from my eyes.
"Waaaahhhooooo!" I exclaimed. "That's kinda low. Fang. Below the belt, you know. A foul! Cynthia, it's two damn thirty in the fucking morning! And you drag your long ass in here after not seeing me for over a year, and expect me to kiss your behind. You... got it all wrong, baby. I fuck fine asses, not kiss'um, unless I m loving it. And I ain't loving nobody's ass right now. I'm looking one in the face!"
"Oooouuuuuchhhhh! Another low blow. You keep that up... you'll foul right out of the game."
"Game," he sighed. "Yeah, that's how this began, isn't it?"
"Yeah," I said, and walked to the bed. "I'm here, Fang. I came here untouched." He grinned at me. "That's right. Untouched. You can even pop my butt if you like. I brought it like I promised. Now, you've got two fouls against you already. Three more and you're out of this game permanently. Not your game, Fang. I'm not playing it any more. My game. And we play by my rules, or you're automatically traded to another club. Am I getting through to you, Fang?"
"Cynthia, let the door slap your lovely behind on the way out!" he snapped. 'I'll see you in the gutter."
"Two more to go," I said.
"I'm a gambler, Cynthia. You're not. I'm a much older man, and you're just a kid. Get the fuck outta here!"
"One more to go, Fang."
"Your breath... smells like stagnant piss, bitch!"
"That's five. You're traded." I stood to my feet. "Ill probably end up in the movies after all. I'm talented enough to do as good and much better than Ms. Cordet. If you do see me in a gutter, it will probably be in a scene from one of my films.
"Goodbye, Mister Lo Paka. I shan't throw myself at your feet again. I swear it!"
He got up and walked me to the door. He said he was a gambler. Maybe I was, too. I was calling his bluff. He wasn't going to let me walk out of his life again. But Fang fooled me. He called my bluff.
He opened the door. "Goodbye, Ms. Domino!"
I hesitated. "You'd let me walk out just like that?"
He shook his head. "No. You'll walk out yourself."
I slammed the door and frowned angrily as I folded my arms over my bosom. '"You bastard!" I cried. "You bastard! You know I can't do it, and you know why. I never should have left that day.
"Right. You shouldn't have."
"Shit!" I exclaimed and sighed deeply. I didn't have anything else to say. I was defeated. Or, was I?
He locked the door and sneaked his hands up under my arms from behind, and collected by breasts in his hands. I went limp with joy. I fell back against him with a sigh. "Ahhhhh nobody can possibly have hands like yours. Nobody." I placed my hands atop his. "I won't ever walk out on you again." I twisted in his arms, and his mouth was immediately there to greet mine and accept its sweet kiss. I surrendered the essence of my mouth, the intoxication of my kiss, and the pleasure of my body. "There hasn't been anyone else. Fang" I said against his lips. No one. Oh, I wanted it. I needed it. I just couldn't let another man touch me. If my breath smells..." No. No" he said, shaking his head. "That was cruel of me. I apologize."
I was speechless.
You know, there are times to talk, and there are times to keep the mouth and tongue quiet. That was one of those times. And it was to my advantage, because my silence spoke louder and said more than any words could ever say. That and the amorous, serious expression of joy and happiness on my face and in my eyes said it all.
He pulled me closer to him, which was easy to do since I was in complete surrender as always. He pressed his lips plush against mine, and I supplied him with the succulence of the essence of my entire mouth. I gave him my tongue, but I received the thrill of his entire being. He couldn't deny feeling the same. I felt him feeling it.
His eager hands went searching the firm softness of my lascivious butt. He cradled my ass-cheeks in his hands and gave them a torrid, loving squeeze. I pushed my body forward and tightened my arms about his neck. I was not kissing him like a child; not like a woman, but like the freaky little bitch I truly was when it came to making love with Fang. And that was mighty exciting to him and gave him mind and body the entertainment only I had given him. His peter grew to a quick hard-on, then began to throb. I imagine his balls grew tight in his sac, too, because it had been a long time since they had been cracked; longer than I had expected. Much, much longer.
"If, er, I ask you a question, will I get an honest answer?" he wondered, still holding my butt in his hands.
"I take it... this question is rather personal," I smiled.
"Definitely so. Yes."
"Then I'll be honest. I don't have to lie to you."
"Just where were you for the past year, goddamnit?" I almost cried I felt so good. "Waiting. Hoping. Studying. Waiting... "
"And, er, what were you doing when you called?"
"In my own way? Getting ready to bring it to you."
"I see."
"Fang, a year without you to me... is a year without living."
He smiled. "I know what'cha mean."
"Better undress me before I burn up this ensemble," I blushed.
Back in the bedroom I sat down on the bed and he sat beside me. I grabbed his hard peter. I gently caressed it with my warm hands, stroked it like it was a precious gem I was polishing, or a magic wand I was rubbing and making a wish I knew would come true this time.
"Hello, big fella," I said to his hard peter in baby talk, then kissed the bald head. "You been a fairly good boy, mmmmmm? You all choked up because I brought your goodies back to you with an extra one you haven't met yet? Mmmmmm? I bet... you're all filled up with delicious juice, and if I treat you right, you'll burst wide open and give it all to me, won't you? Mmmmmm? Let's try and see what happens."
I slipped my hot lips over the head. I was back among the living once more.
Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!" I lashed it with my hot tongue. My eyes were closed, and I was savoring every inch of it I licked and nuzzled an nibbled. My teeth barely made contact from the head to the base. "Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Waahhhhhh, did that ever feel and taste good. I devoured the head, then eagerly sucked, taking it deep in my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it.
"MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!
"Chhhheeeeeuuuusssssuuuusssss!" Fang exclaimed in delight. "Your mouth feels so good. Suck it, baby. Suck that cock. Make it cream for you. Make that bastard cream! It's loaded! My balls are loaded for you this time! Wooouuuuuu! Get it, baby, get my cream outta my aching balls!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm! MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!" That meant I was damned sure trying.
And I was really sucking it now, and he was working his hips and watching me take it all, hold it in while I fondled his ready-to-crack balls with my soft, slender fingers and warm hands.
It was too good for him not to spurt, and I was going to make him give up that big wad the way he wanted to; right in my hot mouth.
He put his hands behind my head and held me while I sucked and he writhed. He was really giving my mouth a hard fuck, and I was enjoying every movement he made and I made along with him. I was giving the cock-sucking cops, wherever they may have been, an award winning cocksucking performance. Saliva was dripping to the floor, because I had a mouth filled with it he wouldn't let me swallow. Gawd, I was missing all that good juice, but, I guess I was sucking so violently in a way at his cock I never stopped my actions. I know I was really anxious and eager to get that cream. I'd never had as much as he was going to give me that morning, and that excited me terribly.
"Suck, baby, suck!" he ordered ecstatically, working his hips faster and faster. I reached my hands behind his back and held on, because I was getting a good mouth-fuck right then. "Suck it, baby! Suck that cock! Waaahhh, shit, that's good. Chhheeesssuuuussss! It's good. Goddamn, it's good. Waaaahhhh! Shhhhiiiitttt! Ahhhhhh!"
My mouth was sounding off while he gave it a mighty fuck I was letting him do it to me hard and deep, taking it in my gullet whenever he shoved it down in there, and never gasped. All I could do was make sounds of pleasure, because that was what I felt. "UUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh!
UUUUGGGGHHHHhhhh! UUUUGGGGHH Hhhhh!" And I was turning my head from side to side, when he would shove it forward into my gullet, I would bring my head forward and my face would be rooting in his public area.
Fang felt the sensation leaving his brain, down his spine, over his twitching butthole, into his balls. He began to tremble and quiver and vibrate and tremble as the ecstasy made his juice turn into cream, and then was ready to be discharged into my gulping mouth.
Suck it. baby, suck it!" he told me. "I've got three months of cum in my balls about to pop loose. Shhhiiiitttt! Here... it comes! Goddamn, I'm gonna... shhhoootttt! Haaaaannnnngggg! Guuunnnnggggg! Gaaaaaahhhhhhrrrrrrr! U nnnnnggggghhhhhh! Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" The warm juice was thick and heavy as it leaped out of his urethral canal in the center of his peter-pole into my awaiting mouth. I was just holding still and letting him shove peter anyway he wanted to, while I accepted all of that sperm gushing into my mouth. I would swallow, and then there would be another mouthful waiting for me. I didn't waste a single drop, not even when he rammed his peter all the way down into my gullet and held it as he trembled out that last batch. I missed it. It went right into my hungry belly, and he fell backwards onto the bed. "Ahhhhh, shhhiiittt!" he said. "Whhheeewww, Goddamn! Ahhh, Hell, baby, I should break your fucking neck for leaving me. That... was the best. Good God, that was it. That was it!"
I still had his peter hung up in my throat, and let it ease out,, and took my hands and milked what few drops of juice was left. He trembled and sighed. I kissed the loving organ and then moved away to get my breath.
"Imagine," I said with a happy smile, "I got so hot I almost climaxed. I thought any moment it would happen. Shit! That was the most!"
He pulled me into his arms and up close and tight against him. He began to undo my ensemble, and kissed my nipples and licked my breasts until I was naked. He pulled me on top of him and I discovered he didn't have his shorts on anymore. I had moved them as far as his ankles, and somehow he had gotten out of them. I didn't know, nor did I really care. His peter was still hard. I cared about that.
I was on top of him, moving my hips while he licked and kissed my breasts and nipples, and all of a sudden his peter was throbbing at the ingress to my virgin-tight cunt. I eased down on it. And I was really tight all over again. I felt a little pain at the ingress as I continued to move down onto his hard pole. But the pleasure was inimitable. And I hadn't been kidding about climaxing. I was going off right then as my cunt accepted his peter I was forcing into it. "Ahhh, Fang, shit, I'm gonna cream already!" He began to work his stiff pole up into my cream-filled snatch. "Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! baby, Ahhhh! Anngghhheee! Annggghhheee! Annnggghhheee! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! IM GONNA... DO IT! I'm gonna Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh, I'm creaming! I'm crrreeeaaammmiiinnnggg! Emmmffff! Emmmmffff! Emmmffff! Emmmffff! Ahhh, baby, ahhh!" I lay on top of him working my hips like a cat and dog fighting. He held my delightful breasts in his hands and caressed them while I continued to climax. 'Ahhhh! Aiiiieee! Ohhhhhh! Mmmmmmm! Unnngggeee! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Uhhhh! O oooohhh! Gaaahhhhhh! Unnnngggghhhhh! Aaaauuuggghhhh!" It was so good to me I was crying. I was also happy. I was thrilled. I was ecstatic. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and by pleasure and in pleasure. "It's so good to me, Fang. I missed it so much! I missed it... soooooo..m-m-muuuccchhh!"
"Me, too," Fang sighed.
I lay on top of him whimpering until I began to cry. He held my face in his palms and looked upon the look of love. He had to see it, because it was vividly written all over my face and in my eyes.
He caressed my butt he was going to shove peter off into, kissed my cheeks, neck, ears, and then eased me up off his peter and lay me on my back while I still whimpered.
"Do it!" I demanded. "Do it!"
"What?" he smiled.
"Get back in me."
"I didn't have to get out of you. I didn't want to."
"Huh?" I was shocked. Had he arrived at his proper senses?
"I never want us to part again. I'm, er, falling in love with you." He shook his head negatively. "Wrong. I've been in love with you. I almost died when I let you leave that day. I never touched Cyndi. I haven't touched anyone since you. I swear to God that's the truth!"
Could any woman anywhere in the entire world have felt as happy as me at that moment? No, not even if she were walking through the Pearly Gates, and the Almighty was there in person to greet her. Naw, I was the happiest woman anywhere in the world, dead or alive, or just being born.
"I never wanted to love you," he continued in a soft voice. "I never wanted to love anyone after Cyndi. But... "
"Hey" I cut in, "people don't love because they want to, Fang. They love because they have to. And I'm happy to be in love with you, no matter what you feel about me. And, I believe you when you tell me you haven't been with anybody." I blushed. "A year of cream? Ohhh, I wondered if my belly could digest it all or not. I knew it was a lot... A year's supply? All for me? Ohhh, thank you, Fang for saving it for me! Thank you, thank you, and thank you!"
He blushed for the first time, and just looked at me.
"C'mon," I teased. "I'm ready to go again."
He nodded his head. "Like we talked about once before," he said. "Can I keep up with you? Should I even try?"
"Oh. Fang, I'm sorry." I apologized. "You don't have to do anything but hold me and tell me you love me. "
"Then what?"
I grinned. "Fuck my butt. That's what you really wanna do. So, when you're ready, crack it."
"Can you just be satisfied for a few minutes if I kissed you?"
"Kiss away!" I exclaimed, and gave him all of my mouth and its contents to do with as he pleased.
And he did.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fang lay me across his lap with my cunt only a few hot inches from his peter. As long as I was, even though it was a king size bed, my elbows were on the wide side of it and my knees almost on the other side. He seemed to be contented to rub, embrace and caress my ass-cheeks. God in heaven knows it felt good to me. I was so hot I could have parched my own skin from the inside out. I should have kept my legs and thighs closed that first night. But no, I had to grab his peter, love it, then kiss the beautiful thing, and afterwards, take it in my cunt. Well, maybe all he really got was my non-hymen virginity, but I swear I gave him my soul!
He stroked my ass-cheeks with his fingers, up and down, back and forth, moving them across my slit between my hips. He played around in that slit just inches away from my screaming pink anus. He was the man with the magic touch; and I loved and thrilled to it wherever it was upon my body.
I closed my eyes, relaxed and smiled. I lay my face in my opened palms waiting in hectic anticipation for him to make his next move, always wondering when he was going to punch me in my butt. As always, he was very patient at the moment, enjoying my lovely tail he had been wanting to venture into from the very beginning. Now it was another two inches wider, and twice as lascivious looking as it was a year before.
"It's the most beautiful behind in the world," he told me, as his hands and eyes worshiped my rump.
"Is it, Fang?" I sighed with perfect pleasure. "Mmmmmmm. It sure is. I'll be gentle, but its still gonna hurt."
"I know."
"Not just the first time, but every time for a long while, until its stretched and you get used to it."
"I know."
"Still gonna give it up?"
"Naw. Just let you get all you want like a thief It'll be better that way."
He kinda of chuckled.. "That's what you think. It's gonna hurt like hell. You'll scream your ears off!"
"Can't scream when you're teasing hell out of me."
"Did you really bring it to me, baby?"
"Wouldn't be lying here like this so contentedly if I hadn't. Its all yours, daddy-o. All yours."
"Got the grease right here," he told me. "Mmmmmm!" I groaned, and went on enjoying him enjoying me.
He spread my ass-cheeks apart and peeped in at my bellowing butthole that had turned away from fear. But, it was becoming for him to enter just the same. He took some grease on his little finger and eased it into my anal crack and my anal hole passed out. I found great pleasure in that tender entrance his finger made. "Ooh, Fang! I want you up there so bad..." He put his index finger in next. He worked both fingers around, and I shoved my behind up in the air a little against the pressure of those living fingers. "Ahhhhh!" I moaned ecstatically. "Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Feels good. Don't every do anything wrong?" He didn't bother answering my question. He spread my hole and got two more fingers up there, and another one came out of nowhere right between those he had already inserted. When he began to work them around all at once, I flinched. To hell with his fingers. "NOOOooooo! Give it to me, Fang. I want it up there."
"It?"
"Your sweet peter, you freak," I giggled. "You asshole freak."
"To love such a wondrous behind is not to be a freak, but a lover of all feminine flesh," he told me.
"Yes. Yes, I love you."
Say it nice and sweet."
"Yes, baby I love you."
"Love my stuff?"
"You bet I do."
"Love yours, too."
"Turn around."
"Okay."
I was finally going to get punched in the butt! Waaahhhooo!
He let me get comfortable in the center of the bed, and I went a step further. I wiggled my behind for him. I know he liked it. He always did, from the very beginning. He got excited when I made it wiggle sinfully for him the way I was doing right then. I stopped and kept propped up in the air. I was comfortable, supporting most of my weight on my knees and front shoulders.
"Fine. Why don't you take yourself a nice hot shower?" I said. "We don't have to talk. There's nothing to be said we both don't already know."
He stood to his feet. "When I'm finished, will you make love with me?"
"How do you want it ? I asked him.
Humbly, he said, "Anyway you give it to me."
"Suppose I want it all?"
He nodded. "Okay."
"Go on, baby," I cooed sweetly. "Freshen up. I'm gonna give it all to you I always do. I don't know any other way."
He nodded his head slowly like a little boy who had been defeated by an even smaller boy, and couldn't cope with it. And he was going to continue feeling this way until he had his way. There was nothing I could do at the moment. But I felt for certain there would come a time when I would be the one to help him out of his silly situation.
When he finished with his shower I was Sitting on the foot of the bed. I stood up and slithered into his arms with my mouth wide open to give him a full, juicy kiss, with as much of my tongue to go along with it as he could handle. I pressed my long body against his firmly, feeling my own nipples trying to puncture holes in his naked chest, and his cock rise up against my belly. "Mmmm!" I sounded off in his mouth. "Uuummm! Ummm!" He gripped my hips and held them. "I've missed that too", I whispered.
He eased his hands under my top and captured my panting breasts in his hands and made them his prisoners. He gave them a good, hard provoking squeeze that made pleasure an immediate happening inside my body. I loved his large hands, and now they were really filled up with my thirsty breasts.
His manly caresses animated my body into action. Naturally I was working my hips for him, giving thanks to the hands that loved them, the same hands that were now loving my pop top breasts so affectionately. "Ummm! Ummm! Feels good, Fang. I'm so glad you're back in me."
He couldn't utter a single word. He came back to my mouth and did some more passionate breast-squeezing. I pressed them into his palms so he could ruin them if he wished. I didn't care any more. I was too full of happiness and the pleasure I had missed all of those long, long weeks he was away from me. Then he got his fingers on my nipples and twisted them back and forth. I twisted in his arms as the pleasure boomed through me. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!" He let go of my tongue. "Thank you for coming back," I said. "We had a beautiful thing going between us. What about now?"
"Now... is forever," he whispered against my lips. And I believed him.
He removed the top of the baby doll ensemble and bowed his head into my chest to have one of my nipples to suck on. "It's so good," I told him. "Ooh, your mouth is as hot as it was that time when you used the hot water." We both smiled. "You gonna eat me, Fang?"
"Uh-huh. Eat'cha up."
I stepped out of the bottom of the ensemble and dropped to my knees before his throbbing kingly cock. My warm hands took the peter and helped it into my hungry mouth, and I swallowed it right away.
"Awwooo, shiiittt! Fang exclaimed. "You that cock hungry baby?"
"Mmmm!" I groaned, and went on sucking crazily. I sat back on my haunches and licked the head, nibbled and nuzzled, and sucked some more. "Ummm! Ummm! Mmmm! Mmmm! I stopped and looked up at him pleadingly. "I want your cream," I told him. "Can I get it?"
"Its all yours," he emphasized. "I swear it this time."
With precious happiness pervading me, I went back to sucking. He instantly grabbed me by the back of my head and started working his hips to give it to me the way I loved, wanted and needed it, and as deep as it would go. But it wasn't long before his balls were cracking. He was trembling under my torrid cocksucking. The thrill had hold of his entire body. I had to force his rod out of my throat so I could get his cream right. But I was too late. His cream was leaping out of his peter into my belly, and my mouth, nose and chin were buried in his groin. The man actually had all of his peter-pole in my mouth and throat. "Aaarrgghh! he was crying out when I was able to hear. "Gaaahhhr! Unngghh!" And he was still trembling and getting a mighty nut. "Waahh! That was terrific!"
I grinned as he sat down on the side of the bed. "But you missed my mouth, damnit, Fang!"
"Missed it completely, huh?"
"You sure did. It went right into my belly. I never even felt it." I got to my knees and hugged him tightly around the neck. "I think you missed the big thrill, too, didn't you?"
"We won't miss it again," he promised. "Good, huh?"
"Terrific, like I said. It always is."
I blushed. "And she never did it like that. Well, well, well. Just too bad. Too bad. Because next time, Fang... I'll cut it off!"
"C'mon, Cynthia. Forget about her!"
"Make me, damn you! Make me!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Fang slipped his left hand down between my thighs, into the pasture of thick reddish-brown pussyhairs around my snatch, parted my quivering vulva lips and seized my naughty clitoris. "Uhhnn!" I gasped right away. He collected my right breast and gave it a healthy squeeze. My hard-tipped nipple panted in the fever of pervading passion and pleasure, and the ecstasy that came with it was there immediately to blow my mind. "Awwhhh! Awwhhh, Fang, awwwhhh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh, Fang, Ooh! Woouuee, that's goooddd! I was wiggling my hips tantalizingly, quivering, and we both knew any second I was going to erupt from my cunt and clit at the same time. A giant double orgasm was in the making. I was screwing his fingers and mashing my breast into the palm of his hand. I was really and truly on my way. Pleasure and passion were beginning to occupy my mind, and my mind as well as my body had to obey. "Ooh!" I continued to moan 'Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Its coming, Fang its coming! I'm gonna get... off! I'm gonna... get... off! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooohhh, I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Oohrr! Ooohr!"
I held him close and tight for a long moment. He was listening to me whimper and knew why. I was in love with Fang, and very, very happy right them. I hadn't been this happy since the first night. And I knew for sure this time it was going to last. If I could give more than I had been giving in some way, perhaps I could be certain of his love for me. But. what more could I give this man that could possibly surpass all I had already given? I had given him my soul!
Its over with," he whispered over my breast. "Its just you and me from now on. I goofed up a lot. I'm not perfect you know."
I ran my fingers through his hair. "I know," I whimpered. "I don't care if you go out and get a little on the side," I told him. "But don't leave me alone any more like you did. This broad had you spaced-out. You've got me... spaced-out."
"I'm spaced-out," he told me. "You've got me spaced-out."
I grinned triumphantly. "Have I?"
"You bet your sweet little twat."
"Gonna eat it? You promised, you know."
"In just a minute."
"Then give me a good screwing, mmm? "Afterwards."
"My butthole, too?"
"After that."
"C'mon Fang, do something . I'm hot!"
That reddish-brown cleft between my thighs was all his right then. He moved me around in bed and I lifted my left leg and planted it over his right shoulder and scooted down in bed, pushing my left thigh wide open. Like I said before; I was lissome, and also had the flexibility to get into unusual positions. And when II spread my thighs as far apart right then as they would go, my little fissure gapped opened and showed him its pink succulence. I pushed my hair back behind my head, closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I was ready and he was going to fry, bake, broil, smother, steam and stew me.
He got his arms and hands up under and then over my belly and laced his fingers there. I was an active heifer when I was getting off, and he smartly anchored me in position.
He licked around the inside of my thighs and I quivered. He took his time and worked his way all around my little pink fissure, through the thick mass of pussyhairs that covered it, teasing me, awakening me, arousing me, tormenting me, thrilling and provoking me. "Ohhh, baby, ooohh," I whimpered. "Ouugghh, Fang ough! That's beautiful! Ouughh! Ouughh!" I had begun twisting and turning and jerking as he knew I would do. Usually he let me. But not then. I wasn't going any place that day.
He licked the inside of my pussy slowly and gently, just barely touching it with the tip of his tongue. It drove me mad. "HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! HO! HOMHoooo! HOOOooo!" I was whimpering as passion and ecstasy teamed up inside of me to form an ineffable volcano of torrid pleasure that would soon erupt. ANNFFF! ANNFFF! ANNFFF! ANNFFfff! ANNFFfffff!"
I was getting ready for the first orgasmic spasm. Fang helped me find it when he took his lips and engulfed my little bird in the nest between my thighs and sucked it fervidly. "Woouuu Woouuu! Woouuu! Woouuu! Ang! Ang! Ang! Ang--its good! Its good! Its so goodddd! Its gonna... cream me! Its... gonna... cream me! Woouuu! Aaaauuugghh, I'm cuuummmiingg! I'm cuuumming! Ooh, Gawd, I'm creaming so... goodddd! Aiiee AIIEEE! Aiieee! Eat me. Eat me. Eat me! Eat me up! Woouuu! Woouuu! Woouuu! Woouuu! Woouuueee, baby, woouuee! Aaarghh!"
He had to hold me tight because I was really strong as hell. And I was trying drag him away from my fired-up cunt that he was ceaselessly pouring hot pleasure into. He had to be enjoying himself right then, because he certainly did have a healthy appetite for my extra-good stuff. I managed to roll, and rolled some more, and continued until we both rolled off the bed onto the floor. And that bastard wouldn't let go my clit one moment.
"Let it alone!" I begged. "Give me a break! Aaayyaaaaahh! AaaaaaayyyyyaaaaaHHH!" So, we were on the floor, and I was in a passionate fit. My thighs were still wide opened, and he pressed down on them from behind my knees and pushed them all the way back, lifting my cunt up to him. While doing this, I had a moment to get my breath. But not for long. He came back to it immediately.
He gently thrashed my little bird for me, barely touching the sensitive rascal, and it was throbbing like crazy. I was creaming like a cow giving up milk. "Woouuwwee, Fang woouuee!" I cried out "That's gonna cream me! WOOUU, that's... gonna cream !Unnfff! Unnfff! Unnfff! Unnnfff! It's coming, baby, its coming. You're... making it come! YOU're... making it... Ahhh, I'm creaming! Woouu! Woouuu! Woouuu! Woouuaahhh!!!"
He crawled between my thighs just the way I was. I came after his tongue with my mouth and he gave it to me I sucked hard as he pushed his peter off into my little pink fissure and stretched it a mile. I lifted my butt up to him to take it all, and the head popped into my womb.
"You're in my womb already!" I whimpered into his ear. "Wou, shit, Fang, you're in... my womb, baby! But you love it as much as I do. Peter-whip it like you always do. Go on, peter-whip it." He dragged his pole back to the top of my hole, then rammed it back into me as deep as it would go. "Aaayyaahhh! Aaayyhhh! Huuhhh! Huuhhh! Huuhhh! Do it, Fang, do it to me!" He was punching me good and I was taking them all. He was creaming me incessantly. But he was not satisfied.
He took my legs and thighs and got them over his shoulders and pushed me backwards with my butt raised in the air so he could long-dick me. He rammed me good and hard and got me off again. He was so deep in my stuff I didn't know from bottom. Then he had nerve enough to shove the middle finger of his left hand off into my baffled anal-crack to cause the pleasure to multiply, as if I didn't already have more than I could handle, and was taking more cock than a street-walking whore would take for money. "Ohhh, that's so good," I told him, frantically wiggling my hips. "Ohhh, its so good to me. You're getting it all! YOU're getting it all! Jeezzz-uusss, you're getting all my stuff! Ummpphhh! UMMPPHHH! Ummpphhh!"
He eased me down and flipped me over on my belly. He eased his peter out of my cunt. And just as he was about to shove it into my pleading anal-crack, the phone rang.
Fang slapped my behind. "What's the phone ringing for?" He asked, a jealous tone in his voice I had never heard before.
I turned over and blushed. "You're jealous!" I said happily.
"Whose calling?" he asked me seriously.
"If one of us answers it, we'll know. How else?"
He got up and walked to the phone with fire coming from his eyes, as he stared at me. He sat down on the side of the bed and picked up the receiver. "Yeah!" he said firmly. Then "Oh, hey, what's happening? Oh, nothing much. Sure, she's fine. Right here." He reached me the phone. "It's you Uncle Mike," he whispered.
"Okay."
I took the phone and got between Fang's thighs and held his peter in my left hand and the phone in my right. "Hi, Uncle Mike," I said happily, then kissed Fang's throbbing peter.
"You okay, baby?" he asked me.
"Sure. How about yourself?"
"I'm alright," he said. "I see he came back, huh?"
"Yes... "
"You must really be in love with'a this fella," he laughed.
"I am very much in love with him," I said, looking into Fang's eyes.
"That's good," he told me. "Go back to doing what you was doing."
"Tell everybody hello from us," I said.
"Sure, little one. Sure!"
I handed the phone back to Fang and blushed. "I... don't... sleep... with my uncle," I said very slowly. "I sleep with my lover. His name is Fang, and I ain't never done it with no other man."
Slender, tender and tall the way Ms. Cynthia Domino was looking that evening when Fang returned home from a routine gambling trip in Vegas. He had departed that Friday evening and was bringing it back to me on Sunday evening.
I knew my lover was returning to me that evening, which was getting to be a habit nowadays. He would never stay away any longer than a couple of days. He wasn't winning a lot of money, because he was losing his gambling techniques. He was not betting near as heavily. His nerves for placing those kind of bets were gone. He didn't seem to mind. He had some dough stashed away in the bank; enough to go into business if he wanted to. Maybe one day he would. But, that evening I was in all of my glory waiting for him; attired in a ravishing lime-green shimmering satin party dress that hugged all of my curves from top to bottom. The top, however, was quite, quite scanty, and only a thin spaghetti strap held it up in back.
"I'm slumming," Fang said seriously. "Naw." He changed his mind. "You're slumming."
"You lost?" I asked, beginning to feel badly already.
"Sure didn't win much," he said.
"Won me." I said to make him happy.. "That's too much: more than I deserve."
"Hey, listen, if you're trying to tell me in some kinda crazy way to split... Forget it!"
"Little girl," he said patiently, "as lovely as you are? You could be on top of the world like Cyndi. Instead, you're at the bottom of the world with me."
"I'm not that kind. Fang. Nothing I've ever felt for you has changed. I know you're not winning big... because you're not betting big... "
"I'm over the hill, Cynthia!" he snapped. "I'm over the fucking hill. When a man like me loses his courage at the tables, its nothing but over the hill time. I've had it."
"Alright, Mister Lo Paka," I said, "I'll tell you like it is. You are a very handsome, sexy, and quite intelligent man. You've got more going for you than half the real males in this town, which means you're in a mighty small group. But you're scared to death to be yourself. It isn't easy being yourself, because you're not an easy man to please. You've had your disappointments, but so has everyone else.
"Cyndi was never for you. Even I knew that from the very beginning. You got her li'l ole cherry and she loved the way you did it, and kept on doing it. But that was all. She loved your flesh! That's all, baby. She wounded your ego. Its still wounded. As hard as I've tried, I don't seem to have the right kind of medicine for it. But, I'll go on and on until I find it. And one day, she will come to know you were the best thing that every happened to her. And I, the best to ever happen to you.
"Fang, I love you terribly..." 'You don't know what you're talking about, Cynthia!" he snapped.
"I'm talking about love, baby. I'd eat a mile of your shit and drink an ocean of your piss if I had to choose between you and a fucking career. Can you dig that?"
"That's saying a lot, Cynthia. Backing it up is another thing."
"Nothing in life is easy, Fang, you know that. Nothing! Now, suppose you get comfortable and we'll talk like man and woman." He smiled with disbelief. "Yeah, baby," I said. "I'm your woman. I ain't a child any more."
Sure, I was a big girl. I was five-eleven and still growing. My mind was getting filled up, too. I wouldn't let it go idle, and I wasn't about to let his go idle, either. I was, like I had always wanted to be, like my mother. I was going to make something out of my man. Not a star, a prize people could hope to win, a freak for them to stare at. But a man everyone could look up to. I was happy I had the chance to play such a role in his life. After all, it was my life, too.
I turned around in a slow, glamorous pirouette for him to see all that he had won and was absolutely and positively his to do with as he damned well pleased.
"Looks as good... or even better than ever," he smiled to me. "So good... it looks freakish!"
"Your freak." I said. "That's me."
"I'll take it all," he told me.
And I turned in his arms. My perfumed lips slowly parted, my eyes went shut, my arms snaked up around his shoulders, and I pulled my full, long body up tight against his. He pulled me even tighter, as he grabbed my firm behind. All I had on under the ensemble were lime-green bikini panties.
"You're so damned beautiful," he expressed himself for the first time.
I surrendered that much more to him. I surrendered until he was seemingly holding my entire being with his arms and hands. Maybe that was because he was loving me with his soul. Our tongues eagerly went to battle, while his hands moved in small, stimulating circles over my behind. He was holding me like he meant it. I had to give him a little extra pleasure for that. "Ummm! Ummm! Ummm!"
"Something wrong?" I wondered.
"Not a damned thing," he said, and took me back in his arms.
"I find you to be positively ravishing, and superbly beautiful."
"Mmmm. Sounds like I still have a fighting chance."
"Muchh more."
He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my scanty bikini panties and watched me teasingly wiggle out of them. He eased me back on the couch and took a handful of my delightful left breast and a mouthful of the hard-tipped nipple of the other one. I got comfortable so he could torment me in an inferno he was getting ready to bar-b-que me in. "Aiieee," I whimpered ecstatically. "Feels good, baby. Sure does feel good. Aiieee! Aiieee! Aiieee! Ooh, its so good."
I lay in his left arm and put my left foot and leg upon the back of the couch and spread the right one. His left hand left me to visit other feminine places about my body he loved touching. There was a special destination, I knew, and it wasn't too long before he was raiding my mons veneris in quest of my bold little beast down there having a fit. At last, he finally found it in the moist valley between my thighs he loved to roam around in. He had no mercy on the poor little bastard as usual. He aggravated it, titillated it and tormented it. "Aiieee!" I whined. "Aiieee! Aiieee Mmmm! Good! Feels so good." I sent my hips into erotic motion for him, encouraging him to continue loving me with his electric fingers. "Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooh, baby, woouuee... Its bringing me to my hotpoint. Ooh! Ooh! Ooohhh! God its gonna cream me! Unnnfff! Unnfff! UNNFFF! Ohh, yeesss, it's gonna cream me... Aaaarrghh! I'm doing it for you! I'm creaming! GAAhhrr!"
"You bet it was. You, er, gonna stop now?"
"Hardly."
"Bet'cha gonna eat some, huh?"
"You're a freak for that, too, aren't you?"
"Just for you," I said. "Body... and... soul? Can you deal with that. Mister Lo Paka?"
"You bet your fine ass I can."
"Any way you give it out."
"I think my lips and tongue are still hot."
"If not, just stick'um in my snatch; it'll warm'um up for sure."
We both laughed a little when he looked at himself fully dressed, then me, completely naked. So I naturally raised up and helped him out of his clothes. Then I slithered down on the couch until my behind was at the very edge of it. I placed my legs and thighs over his shoulders as he got between them. He smiled down at my gapping slit beaver, then dove in after the little bird in the nest. He got hold of it and jarred a dynamite orgasm loose right away. "Awww, shhiitt!" I exclaimed.
"I m gonna cream! Oooh, Gawd, its so goooddd!" He was shaking it as if he were angry with the poor darling for some reason or other. "Aaayyhh! Ooohhh, its too good! Its too... goooddd!"
He was eating up my pussy. The lightning-like strikes of pleasure surged through my flaming clitoris and up from the depth of my igniting hole into my entire body and set all of me aflame. I was screwing his face with my hole. "Eat me! Eat me! Ahhh, Eat me up! Harder with your tongue! Harderrr! Harderrr! That's it! That's it! Ooohhh, that's it!"
I took my thighs down from his shoulders and slid down on top of him whimpering, then I sobbed vibrantly while I held onto him. He held me tightly, seemingly with understanding of my deep emotions that were exploding, but he couldn't understand himself. , He couldn't go out and work by the day or hour or week with someone standing over him. Twenty years in the military turned him against that. He had to be his own boss and do things his way. He had to be his own man and make his own decisions, no matter how wrong or right they have been. And I understood this. Everything he had, he got his way. Lucky? Yeah, It was lucky. He was fortunate and it all came easy. Maybe that's his problem. It had all been too easy. There was no blood, sweat and tears all mixed up in the reality to make it worthwhile. It was his because it belonged to him now. He had no feelings for it, and it had none for him. He couldn't look at it and remember now he had suffered to get it; see the agonies that went into making it his.
He lay back on the floor and I held him tight, trying to help find the right solution to our problem. But he wasn't looking at the problem. I had showed it to him. Sure, deep down he wanted to get out there in the big. ugly world and compete just like others, only when you're a gambler and gambling is in your blood, its like cancer eating away at your insides. You can t take orders from anyone and you can't give orders. Its a completely do-it-yourself package from beginning to ending, day and night, every night and day. "Doing what?" he said out loud.
"Huh?" Had he gone off his rocker. "What, baby?"
"Oh... er. how could I make it out there in the big. bad world at my age?"
"better than most," I assured him.
"Sure?"
"Sure. And you know why? Because I'll be your woman, and I'll be with you all the way. I won t be waiting for that big new Caddy each year, or the furs, the diamonds, the promotions... just you, baby. That's all. Just you. To me, that's the world!"
"You don't understand me. "
"Oh, I understand you alright... only because I love you." Then give me time, okay?"
"You gonna throw me away again?"
He shook his head. "No Nooo! I promise that much. You're what I need most of all. It would be like throwing away my brain."
"You mean I'm the big winnah?"
"Winnah... take all!"
"That, my handsome hunk of man," I said, slithering down to his peter, "is an other I won't refuse. I'm taking it all!"
That was the first thing I did; excited the hell out of him by sinking my lips down over his peter and swallowing. I held it in my mouth until I got into position, then sucked hungrily, going up and down it with my lips locked around it, in hectic anticipation of the cream I was working for. His balls awakened to the pleasure. His butthole twitched. His hair curled. His blood thinned out, and II knew inside his glands and organs were dancing to the tune of pure erotic ecstasy.
My movements were rapid and deliberate, uninhibited and wanton, gentle, yet untamed, soft, but firm. I was the master of his throbbing peter that was engaged in my mouth and at my mercy. I used my hands in rhythm with my mouth, moving them up and down the length of his joint, twisting them, turning them, rolling and rocking them, making him twist and jerk as the red-hot passion turned his blood into molten lava. And, as fate would have it, the phone began to ring. I stopped because it could have been important, and because of my female intuition.
"A heck of a time for the phone to ring," Fang complained, but nevertheless answered.
"Hello!" he shouted into the transmitter, and he listened for a long while with various expressions changing on his face. Then he said, "I'm sorry Ms Cordet. But I warned you about your life. You treated me like trash, and now you're in trouble... you want me to use my influence? You want me to bail your pompous ass out? You want me to probably risk my life? You must be hooked on the shit! Goodbye, Ms Cordet!" He slammed the phone down, then after a second to think it over, picked it up and lay it on the bed. "Cyndi," he said to me. "She was picked up and booked on some kinda drug charge. Says it'll ruin her career unless she's cleared right away."
I smiled. "Then help her," I said.
He looked at me as if he were paralyzed and I was a ghost, "Help her? You kidding?"
Fang knew every crook that was crooked. Every cave that was a cave. Every dive that was a dive. He was perfect. He had worked with Special Forces in the military. He would make a terrific Private Dick!
I put the phone back on the hook and in a moment it rang again. This time I answered it. Cyndi Cordet was in tears. And it was not the voice of an actress playing any part I listened to. But the voice of a frightened young woman on the verge of losing all she had worked for. If Fang didn't help her, he couldn't help himself. It could be the beginning of a career he'd love. Clear her, and he would get publicity. He would have clients filling his office over night, and he certainly wouldn't have any problems getting a license.
"He's changed his mind, Miss Cordet," I told the girl. "This is his future wife, and he's just told me to tell you not to worry."
"You're crazy," he told me.
He thought so until I discussed the matter with him. Then he thought I was pretty damned bright.
"I don't know about that," I said. "Hot? That I am."
He gently pulled me around and parted my thighs. I watched him put his peter into my happy snatch, and opened up my arms when he lay upon me. He sighed and closed his eyes like a little baby, then began to fuck me like a wild man gone pussy-crazy. He was giving it all to me and not holding back a thing. He was going to give up his cream any second; the fastest since I knew him. "Ahhh, shit," he cried out. "I'm gonnacum! I'm gonna... Ahhh, shitt. I'm cuming! I'm cumminnggg!"
"I told you," I said to him, while he trembled, "one day you'd fall off in it, and you'd be all mine. Baby, you just fell... and hard!"
