Some people are hung up on being virgins. They go through life telling themselves that they are only waiting for the "right" person, when in fact, what they are waiting for is no person at all.
Alicia believed devoutly in virginity. She believed in it so much that she was terrified of her wedding night. But she was not terrified of it for the usual reasons.
Alicia was afraid of her wedding night because that would be the night her husband Arnie would find out that she was no virgin at all.
Her father had seen to that. "You were out late last night, Alicia."
"No, Daddy, I came home early, just like I promised I would."
"You came home after midnight, Alicia. You were with that boy."
"But his car broke down," she said. "I still got home on time."
"I know what you were doing in that car," he said.
"We only drove home, Daddy."
"No you didn't," he said.
"Then what did we do? I don't understand."
"This is what you did, you little slut," he cried as his hairy hand started to unzip his pants.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" she cried.
He laughed at her. "You know just what I'm doing," he said as he pushed her down on the bed. He reached into his fly.
"Daddy!" she screamed. "Daddy! No!"
He put his hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream and took out his cock and balls. As his daughter tried to fight him off, he began to slowly remove Alicia's skirt and placed his hand on her panties.
"What are you doing?" she managed to sputter.
"You know very well," he said. "I'm going to do to you just what you had done before. And I'm going to do it better."
Alicia's whole body was shaking in terror. She was about to feel something she never felt before, and that something was slowly beginning to enter her body right smack between her legs.
CHAPTER ONE
The paint on the walls, colored dull institutional green, was peeling. The seats were in a state of disrepair, and the sound system never did function properly even when new. But none of this mattered to the hundred or so graduates of Plainview High School as they each walked over to Dean Tepper, received their diplomas, shook his hand, and were free, finally free.
"Ohhhh!" exclaimed Mrs. Easton, "He's so handsome!"
"Yes," agreed Alicia. "Especially when his curly hair falls over his eyes." Alicia began to heat up, especially between her legs.
"Curly hair? Your brother doesn't have curly hair. He's got straight hair, just like yours."
"I was talking about Arnie, Ma. Look at him. Isn't he adorable?"
"She's talking about Arnie again, Bill. I thought you were going to speak to her about him."
"Later, Pauline, later."
Alicia overheard her parents buzzing. It was old ground. She liked Arnie, and there was very little that they could do about it.
Her parents didn't approve of Arnie. He was big, brawny, and muscular. They would have preferred their only daughter going out with the studious type, the type that never had time to "do things I can't even mention, Alicia."
"Ma, we haven't done anything!" This was true, but not for want of trying on Arnie's part. "Arnie, we're not married. That's for when we're married. You may kiss me on the lips, though."
Alicia could feel her body tingling with excitement as she gazed upon the object of her affection. She wished she could be freer and more relaxed with him, but deep down, she felt afraid of what Arnie might do to her. He might do what someone else once did, something she was still ashamed of, and too terrified to even talk about.
Alicia felt herself losing control as she watched that handsome boy getting his diploma. His curly hair fell over his forehead, and his masculine demeanor caused Alicia to squirm in her seat.
"What's wrong, dear?" asked her mother, noticing that Alicia was twitching slightly.
"Nothing," said Alicia, trying to sit still so that no one would notice what was happening to her. Her parents were now busy looking at Ted, their son and Alicia's brother, as he walked up to receive his diploma. Alicia felt her body starting to tingle again, and she put her hand between her legs to relieve that itchy feeling.
She gasped, and then caught her breath. Her panties were wet. She had just been looking at Arnie when her pussy started to overflow with her hot lubricating juices.
Alicia tried hard to concentrate on the proceedings taking place up on the stage, but her brain was churning. The more she thought of Arnie, the more she wanted him, and the more her cunt leaked her hot female syrups.
Alicia put her fingers underneath her skirt and pressed them against her steaming panties. Her fuzzy pussy hairs were sopping wet, and, as if to stem the tide of flowing cunt juice, she slipped her fingers underneath her panties and now began to plug up her crack with them.
The harder she tried to stop the lubricants from oozing out of her bush, the further her fingers entered her vagina, and the more juices flowed out. It was a continuous cycle, and the only effect it had on Alicia was to cause her to sway back and forth, making her hotter than ever. She closed her eyes, and thought only of how Arnie's prick might feel inside her pussy.
She finger-fucked herself harder and harder with every passing second. "I want it," she moaned under her breath. "Fuck me, Arnie! Ohhh! Please fuck me!"
"What's that dear?" asked her mother, thinking Alicia was talking to her.
"Nothing, nothing," moaned Alicia, aching to feel her boyfriend's rock-hard piece of cock meat sliding deeper and deeper into her hole.
She could just picture Arnie's pecker now.
She could simply imagine how rounded and reddened his huge cock-head would be. That mushroom-shaped cap at the tip of his dong would feel so good plunging harder and further into her snatch. "I want it!" she moaned.
"Fuck me!"
Alicia started to move forward in her seat, but her parents were much too preoccupied to notice her. It was a good thing too because she was too far gone to stop now.
Her hot syrups were streaming out of her crevice rapidly now. Her cunt hairs were dripping with fluid. Her panties were so wet and stained that she would smell of cunt juice for a long while after this.
Slowly, Alicia reached up with one hand and began to massage her right tit. She could feel her small nipple getting as hard and erect as she imagined Arnie's tool was. She pinched and squeezed her nipple until she gasped with pain.
Now Alicia started to caress and massage her other tit, and she was rocking rapidly back and forth in her seat.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked her mother.
"Yes, yes, I'm okay. Please." She turned away from her mother, but now her mother was very concerned. "Excuse me," said Alicia. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Alicia suddenly got up and dashed out of the auditorium. She headed for the ladies room and raced into one of the stalls. Quickly, she pulled down her skirt and panties as she sat on the pot and leaned back. Her cunt was so hot that she wished she had a huge candle to shove up her snatch. Her body was shaking with pleasure. Her ripening melons were heaving as she breathed deeply. "Fuck me, Arnie!" she moaned louder this time, pressing several fingers into her hot box now, drawing out huge streams of sweet cunt honeys. "Fuck me, ohhhhhh!"
Her snatch was being assaulted wildly. Her cunt lips were pressed hard around her fingers, and she slid her hand further and further up her channel, until she could feel her entire body wrapping around her hand.
The lips of her pussy were stretched as wide as they could be. It seemed as if her entire hand was going to push into her hot canal all the way up to her wrist. She was screaming now with hot lusty pleasure, not caring if anyone else was inside the bathroom to overhear her begging to be fucked.
Alicia started to stimulate her clit rapidly. It felt like a tiny little hard dick, and her juices were now cascading out of her hot luscious pussy faster than ever. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed over and over again. "Fuck me hard Arnie! Ohhhhhh!" She pictured her boyfriend's huge erect tool ramming harder and faster into her steaming slit, and starting to shake wildly.
"I'm coming!" she yelled as her vagina exploded like a volcano, sending huge waves of pussy lava flowing all over her body. "Ohhh! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Alicia's body trembled for many moments, as her cunt ached to be constantly filled with hard cock meat. Her tits were still rigid and hard, and her entire body was still tingling with hot sensations.
It took several moments before Alicia was calm enough to gather herself together and head back towards the auditorium. The ceremony was just about out. "Are you all right, dear?" asked her mother for the hundredth time. Alicia just nodded. As she saw Arnie and her brother Ted coming towards her, her whole body started to tingle again.
This time, however, the feeling was slightly different. Her pussy began to dry up. As much as she ached to be fucked by Arnie, she was still afraid of the reality if not the image. She could dream and desire his dick to be up her crack, but she was so afraid that if he did it for real, it would hurt like hell.
It was an old tradition among the boys at Gamma Delta fraternity to fuck their girls after graduation. Alicia knew about it, and that's what terrified her.
Arnie, however, knew from experience that Alicia wasn't going to suddenly change and let him enter her hole. He had tried many times to fuck her, but she always said, "No, we're not married yet." To Arnie, Alicia was the only girl with old-fashioned morals.
Alicia didn't know how she could ever be honest with him. He thought she was a virgin, and was just saving herself until they got married, but Alicia couldn't bring herself to tell Arnie the truth. It hurt too much, and she just couldn't bear to even think about it herself. All she knew was that she wanted him to fuck her, and she couldn't let him.
Her body still reeked of cunt juice, and she wanted just to be with her boyfriend, even if she wasn't going to let him penetrate her snatch.
"We're all going out to eat," said Alicia to her boyfriend. "Are you coming with us?"
Alicia's mother glared hard at her daughter. She didn't want that ruffian to be with them. This was a family celebration.
"Can't," said Arnie, grinning at his girl. Just looking at her made his prick hard, but he knew it would be useless to even try.
"Yeah, we're going on our own," said Ted. Mrs. Easton was furious.
"You're coming with us," she told her son. "This celebration is for you."
"Can't," said Ted, walking off with Arnie. Alicia was crushed. Arnie didn't even want to be with her. She began to sob softly to herself.
As Alicia walked off with her parents, Arnie and Ted walked over to Ted's car. "Where we going?" asked Ted. "You said you had something hot for us."
"Left on Elm. Good. Now, right on Fourth, and make a sharp left by the Exxon station."
"My God, Vera lives down this street. Hey, we're not going to Vera's place, are we?" Ted's prick shot up again at the mere thought of Vera. He had once met Vera. Never fucked her, but shot off several times just thinking about her. If he were a little bit homier now, he would have shot off in his pants.
"Well, I'm going to Vera's. Maybe you are going somewhere else?"
"No sir! Holy shit! I'd love to stick it in her. Baby, I'm gonna get that cunt right where I want it. Arnie, you're terrific! I thought that broad was going with Stu."
"Was going with Stu. Anyway, who said anything about your fucking Vera? I arranged this, Ted. She will have a friend, who will also be dynamite. She promised."
"Oh." Ted was disappointed. His penis started to get flaccid. After Vera, no one else could possibly turn him on.
"Pull over into that spot. There, in front of the Chrysler. Let me out so I can run up and ring her bell. Make sure she's wearing something indecent."
Ted followed Arnie shortly. The two of them waited in front of Vera's door as the girl took her time in opening it.
When they entered, they were greeted by the aroma of incense. The lights were low, the shades were drawn, and there was soft music on the stereo.
Ted could not get his eyes off Vera. She was a stunning woman, of about twenty-four years. No wonder that Stu, Arnie's older brother, had stayed with Vera for so long. Ted fixed his gaze upon her breasts, and didn't alter it for one second.
Vera had very long black hair. Her dark complexion added to her sexy appearance, and her breasts protruded out quite far in front of her.
She was very much aware of her attractions. Her nipples were small but firm, and the clothes she was wearing emphasized every one of her many curves.
Her brown eyes twinkled as she greeted her ex-lover's brother and his friend. She greeted lots of men that way, and the end result was always the same. She was no whore, though she was somewhat less virtuous than a nymphomaniac.
"A drink?"
"Uh, sure," said Arnie. "Oh, this is Ted. Alicia's brother."
"There are lots of brothers in the picture lately. Well, I've got scotch and um, scotch. What'll it be?"
"I'll have the scotch," said Arnie grinning. "But my friend will take the scotch."
Vera left to fetch two glasses. "I thought you said she had a friend here," whispered Ted. Not softly enough, though.
"Francine couldn't make it," announced Vera as she returned with two drinks. "It will just be the three of us. We'll sit and have a nice cozy chat."
Ted looked at Arnie in panic, as if to ask him if he heard correctly. Chatting was never a Gamma Delta tradition.
Vera's voice was deep in pitch, and as she spoke, it sent chills up and down Ted's spine. She was so sexy, so glamorous, that he could not rest until he got to know her quite intimately, Arnie or no Arnie. He wasn't going to stand idly by while his best friend fucked the one girl he had to have.
Ted began to feel a wave of lightheadedness come over him. He knew it wasn't the drink. Scotch was scotch, and he hadn't had that much to begin with. He tried to clear his head, but he was still dizzy. It took him some moments before he realized that it was her perfume that was driving him crazy.
Arnie and Vera were now laughing about something. They were edging closer to each other with every passing minute, and Ted was sure that at some point, they would ask him to leave. He could see it in their eyes.
Ted's prick was beginning to get hard again. This time, he vowed, there would be only one way his cock would get soft, and that would be from sheer exhaustion. He was going to fuck Vera. Nothing and no one could stop him now.
Arnie touched Vera's breasts gingerly. He waited for her reaction, and then started to touch her more strongly.
She sighed with pleasure. Ted noticed that Arnie's prick was now erect, and he saw Arnie reach into Vera's blouse and start to actually fondle her luscious melons.
Vera clasped Arnie's hand and held it to her tits. Vera swayed slightly, and Ted realized that the girl was enjoying Arnie's touch and would probably want him to touch her all over.
So far, Ted was left out of the picture. He had attempted to put his hand on her thigh, but Arnie had very cleverly forced Vera to shift her position so that Ted's arm fell to his side.
Arnie moved his body closer to hers. She could feel his erection pressing against her side through his pants, and, just when Arnie started to unzip his fly, Ted grabbed hold of Vera's hand and pressed it against his crotch.
Arnie was startled by his friend's action, and more than a little annoyed. Ted's move could very well sabotage his own efforts at getting his dick into Vera's sweet pussy in the next moment or two.
Very only smiled, however. She liked aggressive men, especially when it felt as if they had every right to be, and the more she rubbed that bulge between Ted's legs, the more she knew he had every right to be.
Ted suddenly pulled away. He had to learn to control himself. He had to learn to cool himself off. Another moment, and he would have shot his liquid into his own pants.
He wanted her now more than ever. He could almost smell her delicious juices that he knew must be flowing out of her cavern. Even with the smell of incense, he could detect that aroma of cunt. He wasn't that experienced at sex, but he knew pussy when he smelled it.
Arnie was taken aback slightly as he saw Vera shift her attention from him to his friend. He began to slide his fingers up her skirt and head towards her steaming tunnel, knowing, from what his brother told him, just how to make her go wild with agonized ecstasy.
Vera loved to feel something solid approaching her pussy, whether it was a cock, a finger, or even a candle. Cock was best, but so long as it was thick and hard, her legs would .spread for it.
As Vera resumed rubbing Ted's crotch, this time slowly starting to unzip his pants, Arnie began to feel her moistening pussy hairs. Her panties were already quite wet, and as Arnie slipped his fingers underneath that black lace garment, he could feel his cock bursting to be released from its confining prison.
Vera shifted her attention momentarily back to Arnie, and completed the task of opening his fly. Now with her left hand she began to stroke Arnie's erect shaft, and with her right, she held Ted's balls tightly.
Slowly, Vera began to massage both cocks. Ted's cock was perfectly shaped, with the head turning a bright crimson as she rubbed it. Though Arnie's meat was larger than his friend's, Ted's balls felt as if they contained more juice, and they both equally turned Vera on.
Arnie sighed with pleasure as that voluptuous woman rubbed his cock. He was now slowly starting to insert his finger into her slit, and she stroked his prick faster now.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as she moved her legs back and forth, trying to pull Arnie's fingers up within her cunt. Her body was trembling with excitement. Having two hard boys with her was sending her into paroxysms of pleasure.
Ted clenched his fist and tightened his toes.
He desperately didn't want to come right away. He saw that Arnie was finger-fucking Vera, and he had to get his cock inside that vagina before it was too late.
Ted reached out and started to remove Vera's skirt. It slid off easily, and he watched for a few moments as he could now see Arnie sliding his fingers in and out between those luscious folds of Vera's pussy.
Her cunt glistened in the dim light. Her juices had coated the front of her pussy, and Ted could see how red she was there. It looked so tempting. He would have to fuck her.
Arnie plunged his finger into her cunt deeper and deeper, and with every thrust, she squealed with delight. Ted watched for a few seconds more, and then pulled Arnie away from her, practically tearing her panties in an effort to push his own pecker into her.
"Hey!" shouted Arnie, somewhat dazed by the action of his friend. Vera only smiled. Strong men who take what they want appealed to her, and she could only shrug off Arnie's displeasure.
Ted's cock was poised right up above Vera's slit, and he brushed his cock head against her pussy hairs. They tickled him, and he immediately pressed forward, plunging the tip of his dick between her cunt lips.
The moment that Vera felt Ted's hard masculinity entering her body, she leaned back completely, spread her legs as wide as she could, and begged for him to fuck her hard. "I want it!" she moaned. "Oh, please, fuck me! Ohhh, that feels good!"
His dick slid into her deeper and deeper, and he felt the sides of her vaginal canal pressing hard against his shaft. The blood pounded faster and faster into his cock, and he began to feel his balls pressing up against her female opening.
She wrapped her arms around his body and pulled him into her. He screamed with delight as his cock was now pumping in and out of her craving and sopping wet body.
Vera had let go of Arnie's penis, and he felt frustrated. His cock was very hard, and it bobbed up and down as it throbbed. At that moment, he was more furious with Ted than he had ever been in his life.
Arnie watched for a few moments as Ted fucked Vera harder and harder. Ted's balls were bouncing wildly against her cunt, and he could see her juices pouring out of her slit, running down her side, and coating Ted's prick from tip to base.
Grabbing her tits, he rubbed as hard as he could, nearly pinching her nippled out of their sockets. He was agitated and homy, and he suddenly placed his prick right between her tits, and rubbed his spear up and down her chest.
Ted's body kept hitting against Arnie, much to their mutual annoyance, and Arnie tried to push Ted away. Ted, however, was firmly implanted within Vera, and it was Arnie who had to move to one side, his balls still slapping hard against her breasts.' Ted's groans and grunts became louder, as his prick was very near climaxing. He could feel her tiny hard clit with his cock, and she, sensing that Ted was about to come, began to flick her tongue out at Arnie's dick so that she could be stimulated enough to climax with him.
In one forceful thrust, Arnie rammed his cock between Vera's lips, and before she realized it, she was sucking on his meat.
Vera reached up and began to squeeze Arnie's balls, trying to force them into her mouth at the same time as his cock. She wanted it all, now that he had chosen to give her some of his penis, and he felt his balls slowly being sucked into her mouth.
Ted's cried became louder and louder. He was unable to contain himself any longer, and as he pushed his cock into her just one last time, he exploded violently, filling up her slit as his cock gushed forth with his warm creamy fluid.
"Ohhh!" he gasped as he unexpectedly shot. "Ohhh! I'm coming!"
Vera felt the hot thick sperm pouring into her vagina, and she hugged him tighter than ever, not wanting his prick to release a single drop of his semen outside her hole.
As his gism flowed out of her pussy mixed with her own lubricating honeys, Arnie felt her tongue working furiously all over his cock and balls which were still rammed into her mouth.
She sucked hard on Arnie's shaft, and as he pushed and pulled inside her face, he could feel his own balls tingling and readying themselves to release a barrel of come down Vera's throat.
"Suck it!" he cried, as she did her best to keep up with his steady pounding rhythm. "Ohhh, suck that cock! Eat it, baby! Ohh take it all in!"
Thick hot jets of masculine cream poured into her face, and she swallowed hard. A combined salty-sweet taste filled her mouth, and she used her tongue to lick every last drop off the tip of his dick as he came. His own balls were coated with his semen and the smell of come was everywhere.
As Ted slowly withdrew his spent penis from her hole, he smiled at her shyly. He hadn't really meant to become a tiger, his smile told her, and hers told him she was glad he had.
Arnie said nothing, but he felt he had been unmanned. Vera was his find. His brother handed her to him, knowing that his own girl wouldn't put out, and another guy, a guy who couldn't even work the parallel bars in gym class, fucked her, and, in doing so, fucked him.
Ted slowly put himself together. In his haste to fuck the girl, he hadn't even bothered to take all his clothes off. His fly had been opened, his cock and balls taken out by a silky feminine hand, and bingo! He fucked her and finished quickly.
Vera sat up and lit a cigarette. She had enjoyed this newcomer to her life. She hoped he would be back.
Arnie glowered at his friend all the way back. "What's wrong?" Ted kept asking his friend. He honestly had no idea of the profound humiliation Arnie felt. After all, "You and I both fucked that broad. I fucked her slit, and you fucked her face. Christ, I wonder how she felt with two pricks inside of her."
Arnie made up his mind. It was time he and Alicia had a heart to heart talk. It was time Alicia learned what her cunt was for. At this time, his ego and his cock needed exactly the same thing.
CHAPTER TWO
Alicia and her parents rode home from the graduation exercises in complete silence. There was no point in going out to celebrate, as the celebrant was occupied elsewhere.
Alicia had attempted to start a conversation, but, as it revolved around Arnie, her mother saw fit to terminate the one gesture towards a civilized ride home.
"I wish you'd speak to the girl," said Mrs.
Easton insistently. "I've told her many times that Arnie is no good for her. Why, just the other day, I overheard one of the boys in that school talking about doing the most shameful things to their girlfriends. I was embarrassed to stand nearby and listen."
"To every word, no doubt Mother. You could have walked away."
"Don't get fresh, Alicia. You're not too old for a good old-fashioned thrashing, isn't that right dear?" she asked her husband.
"Ummm," murmured Mr. Easton noncommittally. He had no desire to talk to Alicia about Arnie. He had, on occasion, asked her to stop seeing him, but had no stomach for argument when she refused.
The Easton household was not a very pleasant place to be that afternoon. Alicia went around the house slamming doors in frustrating. Every time she thought she heard a bell ring, she raced over to the telephone, only to discover that it wasn't ringing. Arnie hadn't even called her.
"Stop moping," Mr. Easton said. He was becoming exasperated with both his wife and daughter. Mrs. Easton continued to bewail the fact that her son had ignored his family on this most important of days.
"How ungrateful," she said aloud to no one in particular.
"At least he'll be out of your hair when he gets a job," said Mr. Easton, who tried to look on the bright side. "He's old enough to do things for himself. Stop worrying about it. It was his day, and he chose to spend it alone."
"God knows where he went," said Mrs. Easton, refusing to give up dwelling on her favorite subject, the ingratitude of children. "And who knows who he is with. He could be taking drugs, for all I know. Fat lot you care anyway. You'd think you'd show more of an interest in your only son."
Mr. Easton walked away. His wife was hopeless. There was very little communication among the family members for the rest of the afternoon.
Ted finally arrived shortly after five. He was all smiles, having just possessed the sexiest woman alive. The memory of that would carry him for some time. He could spend many happy hours jerking off, just reliving his experience with Vera.
"Hey, how come no one is going to say hello to me?" he asked, when no one went to say hello to him.
His mother glared at him, her fingers drumming on the floral print cloth covering the piano. She snorted and turned back into the kitchen where she could be happy furiously peeling potatoes.
Alicia was holed up in her room, glumly staring at the television set, ready to push her fist through Shirley Temple's face, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm not being what she was in the mood for at the moment.
Mr. Easton was washing his hands of his family at the moment. He was in his den, where no one was permitted. It was his private enclave in his all-too public world, and even his wife was allowed in only rarely.
Alicia had been invited into his den several years ago, and she never chose to enter it again.
Ted went into his room and closed the door. The hell with them all, he said to himself. He switched on his own television, and watched the baseball game. One of these days, he told himself, he would move to a big city and watch a major league game. This small time stuff was pathetic. Besides, the Plainview Lions hadn't won a game in three weeks, and were going to lose the County championship if they didn't reverse themselves and fast.
With two out in the ninth inning, and Peterson coming up to bat, Ted was too absorbed to hear the tiny knock on his door. Peterson's home run, clinching the game for Plainview so excited Ted, that he raced out of his room to grab a couple more bottles of beer to celebrate. He then collided with Alicia who was patiently waiting for Ted to finally notice her tapping.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" he asked her.
"Me? I was just standing here."
"We won! We beat Cedar Grove three to one."
"That's so terrific, I'm beside myself with joy. I can't tell you how much that thrills me. Did you see Arnie after the ceremony?"
"Arnie?"
"Yes. Were you with him?"
"Boy, was I! Arnie and I had the most wonderful afternoon. The three of us really went wild!"
"Three?"
"Yeah, me, Arnie, and Vera." Suddenly, Ted caught himself. He was not supposed to say that.
It was too late. Alicia picked up on the name. "You don't mean Vera Savoy, do you?"
"Uh, um, I don't know her last name. I mean, Arnie wasn't really there. He just drove me over."
"In your car?"
"Um, well, don't get uptight. It's not what you think."
"How do you know what I think?" Ted didn't answer her, but went down to the kitchen for his beers. Arnie will kill him. How could he have been so dumb?
Though Arnie had told Alicia he would call her later in the evening, Alicia immediately went to the telephone and dialed his number.
"Uh, Alicia, hi."
"Don't hi me. What were you doing at Vera's? You know Vera Savoy. Your brother's old girlfriend. Plainview's biggest tart. Everyone knows about Vera. And don't deny it. Ted told me. I want to know why you went to see her. Don't make up any stories. Ted tried to cover for you but it was too late. You better have a fucking good reason."
"Will you let me get a word in, Alicia?"
"Okay, but make it a good one," she snapped.
"Uh, I think we should get together to talk. I don't like talking over the phone. Let's meet at that bar on Third and Walnut, y'know, Suzie's Pub."
"That sleazy place?"
"Uh, yeah, no one will listen to us there. Any other place we're gonna have eavesdroppers."
"Okay," said Alicia. "But pick me up. I don't wanna go there by myself."
"All right," said Arnie. When Alicia got into the car she sat in the back seat, just so Arnie wouldn't try anything funny. He was perfectly willing to talk in the car, but she was still afraid that he might attack her. They got to Suzie's Pub fairly soon. It was located in a run-down section of town, but Arnie had a particular reason for choosing that place. Unknown to Alicia, Suzie had a movie projector that almost always showed fuck films, much to her patron's enjoyment.
Alicia didn't notice the films at first, and Arnie tried to explain that he just wanted to be with his buddies after graduation.
"Vera, is she a buddy? That tart! Did you fuck her, Arnie?" He was startled by her brusqueness.
"Uh, um, no." he said, feeling that as he had only fucked her face, he could actually say no honestly. "I won't fuck anyone unless I love them. That's why I want to fuck you."
Alicia turned red. "We're not married," she said. "It's wrong unless we're married. Arnie looked thoughtful for a while.
"Okay," he said. "Let's get married." Alicia looked stunned.
"W-w-w-what?" she stammered.
"I said, let's get married." Alicia was so startled that she moved suddenly, catching a glimpse of what was showing up on the small screen in one corner of the bar. She gasped.
"Ohhhh!"
"Is that a yes or a no?" he asked her. Alicia couldn't answer for a moment. At that very instant, the film was showing a guy pushing his hard cock deep into a girl's snatch.
"Look, Arnie," she said, hoping he wouldn't look. Arnie now knew what she was seeing. He was pleased. If he asked her to marry him, and she could see what married people do, maybe she'd let him do it even before they were married.
"Yes or no?" he asked again.
"Yes," she said. "Yes." At any other time, she would have been jumping up and down with joy, but now, all she could do was to stare hard at what that film couple were doing.
Arnie's cock started to get hard as he watched the girl getting banged really hard. Her slit was wide open, and she was wrapping her legs around the guy's back, pulling his dick into her snatch even further.
"Let's get outta here," whined Alicia, embarrassed to look, but still drawn towards the film. Arnie didn't want to go. His prick was rigid, and it pushed out of his pants. He tried to take hold of her hand and place it on his crotch, but she couldn't move. Her whole body was rigid with fear that the guy's cock was hurting the girl's snatch.
Arnie started to rub his meat. He wished that he could fuck his girl the way that guy in the film was fucking, but that guy didn't have to deal with Alicia.
"Let's go, Arnie," insisted Alicia. She was afraid that her own pussy was getting too hot. Just looking at that guy's huge whang was making her lubricating syrups flow rapidly out of her slit, and she wanted to get away from there before she went completely wild.
"Just a sec," said Arnie, trying to wait for the guy to come. He felt his own prick so hard, that if he barely touched it, it would shoot out inside his pants.
Reluctantly, Arnie let Alicia take him back to the car. He was now really hard, and he ached to drive his dick all the way up her slit, but even when he reached over to touch her knee, she pulled away. His cock throbbed wildly, and he rocked slowly back and forth. He was on the verge of shooting his hot scum, and wanted desperately for Alicia to let him at least touch her pussy with his penis.
"We're gonna be married soon," he said, trying to persuade her that she should be fucked. She shook her head. Arnie stopped arguing. He didn't want to rush things.
They did agree to start going out again. Alicia had not wanted to after she found out that Arnie and Vera had been together. Even though Arnie denied fucking Vera, Alicia wasn't so sure and was still partially mad at him, but now that he asked her to marry him, well, that sort of patched things up.
Alicia wanted to see a particular movie that was playing only at a drive-in. She was afraid of being alone with Arnie, and asked her brother if he wanted to double-date. "You can fine someone, can't you Ted?"
"Denise will love to come along," said her brother. They went to the movies, and Arnie and Alicia held hands in the back of Ted's car as the two up in front were hugging each other very closely.
Now that they were about to be married, Arnie saw no reason not to encourage his wife-to-be to discover one of the joys of marriage. He took hold of her hand and pressed it down on his thigh near his crotch.
No one in the drive-in was paying particular attention to the goings on up on the screen. There were many more interesting things to do than watch a mere movie.
Ted and Denise were kissing madly. Neither one of them felt any constraints about it being their first date. If you're going to do it eventually, why not do it right away? was their motto.
Alicia felt a twinge of panic overtake her. She could sense that there was something stirring underneath Arnie's pants, and she tried to pull away from him.
Arnie was persistent. All she would have to do would be to feel his hard cock pressing through his trousers, and she would give in.
After all, they would be getting married soon, and married folk can't wait to have sex. It wasn't the most comfortable place to fuck, but the back seat of a car was better than nothing.
"N-n-no, don't," whispered Alicia in a panic.
"But we're going to get married," protested Arnie.
"We're not married yet," said Alicia. Arnie couldn't understand female logic. The only logic he understood was that of a hard-on, and he had a raging one right now.
He tried to get his hands underneath Alicia's blouse. Perhaps if he could stimulate her nipples to become aroused, that would do it. Girls needed stimulation as much as guys.
Alicia was becoming more and more rigid. He just wanted to rub her tits a bit. She would be sure to enjoy that. Girls loved getting their tits and nipples played with. He knew that from experience.
Arnie was being about as unsuccessful with Alicia as Ted was being successful with Denise. It galled him to notice that his best friend up front was actually making it with a girl he hadn't even known before today.
He glanced up into the front seat, and actually saw Ted's hand inside Denise's skirt, and he was rubbing the girl's crotch with his right hand.
Denise was sighing audibly. The sounds emanating from her body were turning Arnie on, and he redoubled his efforts to be able to at least taste Alicia's sweet pussy.
"It won't hurt," he promised Alicia. "It will only feel good." Arnie knew that some virgins were afraid of being fucked for the first time. He had to be able to calm her fears.
Alicia was indeed afraid. She was afraid of Arnie finding out that she wasn't what she had said she was, and she was afraid of a repeat of how she got that way. Pleasure hardly entered into it.
Denise was begging for it now, and Arnie was being driven as much to distraction as Ted was. "Oh, Ted!" Denise exclaimed. "Ohhh!" Arnie leaned over the front to see what Denise was getting so hot about, and saw that Ted's cock was just about to press forward into her cunt, as Denise lay back on the seat, her skirt and panties down, and her legs spread as wide apart as she could.
His penis was now beginning to press upon Denise's pussy hairs, and as he descended his raw meat into her steaming bush, Arnie felt his cock get so hard, that he knew if he didn't quickly unzip his pants and take it and his balls out, the pain would become unbearable.
"Just touch it," he moaned to Alicia, who was cuddled up in a corner of the back seat. "Oh, please just touch it. It won't hurt. Oh, Alicia, I'm really hot for you!"
Alicia wouldn't go near it. Even when Arnie had no other choice,, but to start taking his cock out of his pants and begin to rub it to relieve the pressure, Alicia turned the other way.
Ted's prick slid easily into Denise's vagina. It was warm and wet, and very open for his meat. The bright red tip of his pecker was already plunged into Denise's slit, and he was slowly taking in more and more of her sweet cavern.
Arnie heard the sounds of licking, and realized that Ted was kissing every inch of Denise's well-formed breasts. He grabbed Alicia's left breast and started to rub it furiously.
She screamed and pushed him away. In doing so, she leaned over the front seat and saw her brother's cock sliding in and out of Denise's pink cunt and watched with intense excitement.
Arnie couldn't pull her away. He began to hate Ted. First Ted stole Vera from him, and now he was, unwittingly perhaps, stealing Alicia. Alicia was more interested in watching Ted fuck Denise than in letting Arnie fuck her.
Alicia began to feel her own lubricating juices start to flow. She tried to control herself, but the more she saw of Denise's body being filled up with Ted's masculine flesh, the hotter and wetter she became, and she subconsciously started to rub her cunt with her hands.
"I know you want it," moaned Arnie. "I know you want to be fucked." Alicia didn't even hear him. She was too far gone to hear anything at all. She started to reach inside her skirt and press her fingers against her steaming nest.
Arnie began to rub his prick furiously. His balls danced about wildly in the air and he started to feel the come rising within his shaft. He had to have her. He was going to go crazy.
Ted's panting was getting heavier and heavier. He kept pounding his organ deeper and deeper within Denise's hot slit, and his balls were slapping and banging hard against her cunt flaps.
She wrapped her arms around Ted's ass, and pulled him into her even tighter, so as to make sure he stayed all the way in when he shot.
Alicia's fingers slowly began to penetrate her own pussy. She was losing control. She hated what was happening to her, and she was imprisoned by it. The sight of a hard cock fucking Denise's slit drove her to feelings of ecstasy and shame.
Her juices poured out of her cunt and coated her fingers and her pussy hairs.. Nothing else mattered to her. She was fucking herself so fast, that even if the world were to stop, she would go right on with her hands inside her slit.
Arnie again tried to reach out and fondle her tits. He had to touch a piece of female flesh or he would go insane. His cock was almost ready to burst forth with his ejaculating foam, and all that pleasure would be lost if he didn't get to fondle some piece of a girl. Even her nipple, or her ass would be preferable to nothing if he couldn't slide his dick into her vagina.
Denise started to gasp for breath. His pounding her was sending her body into frenzied tremors, and she pushed herself up towards him to make his cock consume her entirely.
Her lubricating honeys oozed quickly out of her cunt. His dick was shiny as those cunt juices caused his prick to reflect the dim light coming off the movie screen. His tongue flicked out wildly, sucking and licking her nipples as if to suck her dry. She screamed wildly as Ted's dong hotly massaged her clit. "Ahhh! Fuck me!"
Ted's prick smashed into her slit in one final thrust, and as he did so, he released his hot sperm, and it gushed forth, shooting out in thick jets, and filled up Denise's cunt hole.
His creamy semen began to ooze and leak out of her pussy, and she placed her fingers on his spurting cock, and licked off whatever gism she could from those fingers.
Alicia was ramming her fingers in and out of her pussy when her brother ejaculated, and she grabbed hold of her own tits, rubbing them furiously. She swayed from side to side, moaning and crying at the same time, but still staying as far away from Arnie as she could.
Arnie could take just so much punishment, and he made a desperate attempt to reach inside her panties. He was unsuccessful, and he cried out as his balls sent forth hot waves of cream out through his shaft.
His hand worked quickly as the first drops of semen began to ooze from the slit at the tip of his dick. "Oh, baby, please take it in your mouth! Please suck it!"
He beat off faster and faster. The jets of come shot out all over the back of the car, landing not only on the upholstery, but even getting Alicia wet.
She screamed as the droplets of come hit her in the face. She didn't know what was happening to her.
Arnie's prick was soaking wet. Much of the semen had dripped down his cock and onto his balls and hands. He was covered in come. He was a wet mess. His cock hairs were feeling very sticky.
Alicia tried to wipe the quickly drying semen from her face. A small droplet had scarcely missed her eye, and tried desperately to clean herself up as fast as possible. Her mind was consumed with only one desire, and that was to get home immediately. But Ted was driving, and he was in no mood to break up his affair of the moment with Denise.
She would not even turn to look at Arnie. Why couldn't he have just sat and watched the movie with her? It was all his fault. His and Ted's. Men were all alike, she told herself. She could understand Ted. He had always been inconsiderate of her, but Arnie? Arnie was going to marry her. He should know better.
Arnie wiped off the come from his hands and his dick, and zipped up his fly. Something didn't jell. True, he had gotten carried away, but so had Alicia. He saw the way she was rubbing her fingers inside her cunt. If she was so afraid of being fucked, how could she do that with her own fingers? Could she have done that if she was a virgin?
Ted and Denise held each other tightly during the remainder of the movie. Arnie and Alicia stayed as far away from each other as possible.
The lovebirds in the front couldn't understand the tension in the back, but they made little attempt at doing so. Even when Alicia asked to be dropped off at home, and not at Arnie's, Ted said not a word. He then took Arnie home, and spent the rest of the evening with Denise, fucking and God knows what else until the wee hours of the morning.
Arnie sat up all night trying to figure Alicia out. Alicia crept into her bed, pulled the covers over her head, and pretended the world had gone away.
She would have to face Arnie with the fact that she wasn't a virgin, but she didn't know how. She knew what would happen if she told him. He would refuse to marry her. How could he marry a girl who wasn't a virgin? She had read that guys date girls who fuck, and marry those who don't, at least until it's sanctioned. But beyond that, how could she tell him who had been the guy? How could she admit to her future husband that it was her own father who had deflowered her?
CHAPTER THREE
Alicia calmed down by morning. Her fears receded, and she was eager to talk to Arnie to discuss plans for their impending marriage.
Arnie couldn't quite understand why Alicia had reacted so violently last night, and why she had done a complete about-face in the morning. Could she have simply been so frightened she erased from her mind the events of the previous night? Some people do that.
He had been taught that in his science class.
Alicia had made him promise that he would not try to fuck her until they were married. By then, it would be too late for him to reject her as he would definitely discover her lack of virginity.
Her parents would, of course, have to be told. They wouldn't approve of Arnie, but she could withstand a few lectures.
"He doesn't have a job, Alicia," said her mother.
"He'll get one."
"Why don't you wait until he does?"
"Arnie, don't you think we should wait to get married until you have a job?"
"I've already got one, love."
"Really? Where? Oh, that's terrific. When did you get it?"
"Today. I was going to surprise you. I'm going to work for Hank. He's got this garage over on Foster."
"Oh, wow! That's terrific!"
"What kind of job is a mechanic? You want to marry a boy who is a mechanic?"
"Ma, it doesn't matter what kind of job. He's got one. And he'll be able to support me."
"Well... "
"Why don't we get married right away, Arnie? Do we have to wait?"
"Sure. That right away? Fine with me. I start work next week.
"Oh, Arnie, I love you!"
"YOU DID WHAT!! It can't be legal! I thought you wanted a wedding. Does your father know? When did you do it? Why didn't you ask me to be there? Where are you going to live? Did you already pack? Why don't you ever tell me anything?"
"Ma, is that all you can say?"
"Well, what do you want me to say? I'm speechless."
"You could say congratulations."
"... Congratulations."
"Oh, Ma, thank you."
"I hope you'll be happy dear. Marriage isn't easy, you know. Or will know soon enough."
"I've made reservations at the Viscount Hotel over in Elmwood City. We also are going to Niagara Falls. How does that sound, Mrs. Hewlett?"
Alicia was ecstatic. It seemed as if all her dreams were coming true. She was actually going to marry the guy she loved, and nothing could possibly stand in the way of her complete and total happiness.
Arnie couldn't wait for their wedding night. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to penetrate her, but she Finally insisted that they wait until they were legally married. He Finally gave up trying, and became impatient for the exact moment when he would finally get to pierce her cherry with his all-too-patient cock.
Mrs. Easton did manage to have a small celebration. A few relatives and friends dropped by the house, and Arnie pretended to be glad to see them all, when all he wanted was the chance to get her into bed.
"Well, thank God that's over," exclaimed Arnie as the last guest had gone. His cock had already started to get hard waiting to find release. Several times, Arnie had to hide in a comer, a magazine over his lap, so that no one would notice his hardon.
"Goodbye dear!" her parents cried as they left, first for Elmwood City, and then for Niagara Falls. Her mother began to cry, not so much for losing a daughter, as for gaining a son-in-law like Arnie.
"Couldn't we have dinner first?" asked Alicia, already beginning to tremble. Arnie and Alicia had checked into the Viscount Hotel, and Arnie was beginning to take his clothes off.
"We ate at your folks," said Arnie. "Come on, Alicia, we're married now. It's okay to do it."
"Uh, it's still early. I thought we weren't supposed to do it until later at night. It's supposed to be a wedding night, not a wedding evening. Let's go out to a movie."
"Alicia, don't be ridiculous." Arnie was annoyed, but he slowly and deliberately calmed himself. Today was no day to be angry with his new bride.
Alicia was standing in a comer, trembling as Arnie reached out to her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "Come to bed," he said, quietly, but insistently.
She realized that she would be unable to resist. He was much stronger than she was, and he was determined to fuck her now.
Her terror, of course, stemmed not from being fucked, though that is what Arnie thought, but from her new husband's approaching discovery that she was not, as she claimed, a virgin.
Why hadn't she been honest with him? It would have been so simple, she told herself. Oh, perhaps he would have been upset. She could have lied about it, and said it was a schoolmate, or a dirty old man in the park. But whatever she could have done, she didn't do, except lie, and now she was about to be found out.
"Just relax, baby, it won't hurt you," he said softly as he started to rub his fingers against her tits. He could feel her whole body trembling, and he tried to be even more gentle, rubbing her nipples slowly and easily.
She was becoming slightly aroused, though her fear was preventing her from fully enjoying the moment. Her cunt juices flowed.
Arnie removed his shirt, and held her hand up to his muscular chest. She rubbed his chest, feeling his masculine body and allowing herself to be overwhelmed by his desire.
He drew her hand down to his crotch, and she could feel his pulsating cock underneath his pants.
Her nipples were now beginning to get stiff and erect. Her body was sending signals of pleasure and she moaned slightly as he pressed his lips to her nipples, sucking the teats into his mouth slowly and steadily, until she felt as if her entire breasts were going to be swallowed up by him.
His prick started to get harder and harder. He could no longer stand the pain of feeling his cock confined, and he forced her to slowly unzip his fly.
She could feel this piece of throbbing flesh, and she was momentarily taken aback. It seemed to be even bigger than it had been in the car that night with Ted. She hadn't paid it too much attention then, but now, she .realized that his huge organ would soon be sliding into her delicate cunt, and she became afraid again.
"It won't hurt you, I promise," he whispered. "Your cunt juices will make it slide in nice and easy. Just relax, Alicia. It's going to feel really good."
She took his word for it, and let him toy with her delicate pussy hairs surrounding her juiced-up cunt.
He placed her hand on his balls, and she squeezed them gingerly. They did feel good, and she started to cream and ooze and her whole body was heating up with desire.
"That's it, Alicia, just rub softly. See how good it feels. It's going to make you feel good when it's inside. Ohhh, that's good!"
Alicia lay back. Arnie began to remove her dress, and slowly started to insert his fingers into her hole.
She pulled back briefly, and Arnie again twirled her cunt hairs, readying himself for another attempt at sliding his fingers between her legs.
His whole body was trembling with excitement now. He could smell cunt juice, and that made his prick so hard, he almost thought he would ejaculate without any further stimulation.
Her panties slipped off easily, and she was now lying nude on the bed, her melons pointing straight up and her golden mound ready to receive his hard thrusting spear.
Arnie quickly removed his trousers. His throbbing dick bobbed up and down as it slowly approached her glistening pink opening.
He could see the flaps of her cunt as he slowly began to press his organ against them.
Alicia's body was tense. Arnie was going to do his best to make her relax. It might, he knew, hurt her only momentarily, but then the pleasure would belong to both of them.
His dick head was crimson red, filled with blood lust, ready to consume every ounce of Alicia's golden passion juices. His balls were nearly bursting, ready to flood her delicate body with hit hot gism.
She began to moan softly. Maybe he won't realize, she told herself. Maybe he won't notice that she had been deflowered before this special night.
He closed his eyes and kissed her on the lips. He stopped her trembling with his tongue, and began to descend upon her open and craving nest.
He caressed her breasts. Those nipples were hard. Hard with excitement, hard with pleasure. His dong began to press against her pussy walls.
He started to slide deeper and deeper into her hole. Her lubricating juices coated his long stiff spear, and he plunged downward as far as he could go.
She began to relax. Her vagina had been plugged with his enormously thick and hard cock, and she could feel the pleasure overtaking her.
It was all over, she said to herself. It does feel good. Thank God.
"Who was he?" asked Arnie simply. As her body had begun to relax, his started to stiffen. He had sensed, a long time ago, that perhaps she had indeed experienced cock before, but it was only now that he was sure of it. He exerted great pressure to keep himself under control.
Alicia didn't answer. Her mouth twitched at his question, but she held onto his ass, trying to pull him into her even harder.
"I asked you who he was," repeated Arnie. "Please tell me."
"Who?" Alicia knew what the question meant, and she knew the answer to it, but she couldn't bring herself to say.
"Who fucked you?" he asked again, this time with a little more emphasis in his voice.
"N-n-n-no one," she said hoarsely. The words got stuck in her throat.
"Who fucked you?" There was only a slight trace of menace in Arnie's voice, but it was unmistakably there.
Alicia was silent. Her face turned white, and her pussy juices dried up quickly.
Arnie began to remove his cock from her cunt. He was mad and getting madder.
"Fuck me, Arnie," she pleaded. She dreaded having a confrontation with him that even she knew was all but unavoidable. "Oh, please fuck me. It felt so good!"
"As good as last time or not so good. Which is it, Alicia?"
"I-I-I-I don't know- what you're talking about," she whispered.
"I do, and so do you. Now who was he? Who fucked you? You are not a virgin. You lied to me. Who was he? I'll kill him!"
"No one! Oh, please believe me. No one!"
"You're lying. Tell me."
"Just fuck me now. Oh, Arnie I want it! Please fuck me!" She was close to tears in desperation.
"Tell me!" He slapped her across the face. She began to cry.
"It doesn't matter. We're married now! Let's be happy. Oh, please be nice to me."
"It does matter. Who was he?"
"I-I-I can't tell you," she said through her sobs.
"You'll tell me if I have to beat it from you. Now who fucked you? If you don't tell me, I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Alicia had never seen Arnie like this. He had always been so gentle, so kind. He was turning into a monster, and she began to wonder if she had made some terrible mistake.
Arnie stood up. He removed the belt from his pants, and held it menacingly. "Now tell me! Who was he?"
"I can't!" she wailed. "I can't tell you!" her mind began to remember horrible images about her rape by her father. She felt sick. She raced into the bathroom and bolted the door.
"Come out of there!" he demanded. "Come out of there, or I'll break down the door!"
"Leave me alone! Go away! I want to go home! Please help me! Help! HELP!"
Her screams angered and frightened Arnie. He quickly dropped the belt and his tone. "Okay, come on out. I won't hurt you. You don't have to be afraid."
"I want to go home," she moaned.
"Go. Go home. Get out of my life. I knew it was a mistake to marry you. I wanted a woman and I got a girl."
She slowly opened the bathroom door, but remained in a position to close it suddenly if he was lying to her.
She saw him sitting on the bed, rubbing his dejected meat. He had been frustrated, and was feeling pain. She raced out, quickly grabbed her dress, and ran down the hall.
Alicia had the front desk fetch her a cab. The clerk didn't bat an eyelash. The comings and goings in that hotel were old hat to him by now.
He didn't even blink when he realized that she was without shoes and stockings. She was completely disheveled, her hair was a mess, and even her dress was not put on properly.
She climbed into the taxi, and gave the driver her parents' address. She sobbed softly to herself all the way home.
She was about to pay the fare, and realized that she hadn't taken her purse.
"It's six dollars," said the cabbie, repeating the amount of the fare. He knew she had heard it, but he was getting impatient.
"Uh, could I just run into the house and get it?" she asked.
"No way, girlie. You took this cab, and you pay the fare. How do I know you won't stay there. I'll take you back to the hotel. You owe- me six dollars. It's illegal to cheat a taxi driver."
"I'm not trying to cheat you. I forgot my purse. She was trying to keep her sobs under control, but she wasn't being helped by the cabbie.
"Okay, stop crying. Come up here, and we'll work out some deal, okay?"
"Uh, okay." she said, figuring that perhaps if she left something of value, like a pin she still had stuck on her dress, he would let her go into the house and get the money from her folks.
"Sit up here," he said. She had to ungracefully climb from the back to the front because he had locked the doors, and wouldn't let her out of the cab.
"Do you want to hold onto this?" she asked, offering him the gold brooch she had been wearing.
"No, I want to hold onto this," he said, reaching for her tits. She screamed, and he quickly put his hand over her mouth. "Don't you make a sound, or I'll arrest you for trying to beat the fare. Now we're going to work out a deal. You agreed, so you be quiet."
Her eyes were ablaze with terror. She leaned back helplessly while the cabbie began to rub her tits harder and harder.
"Come on, spread your legs," he commanded. She did so, and he reached underneath her dress. She hadn't put on any panties, and her cunt was still raw from the short-lived attempt at fucking that Arnie made.
"Oh, baby, your cunt feels just right. You just be quiet, baby. That will teach you to cheat!"
He started to rub his fingers over her cunt flaps, and she clenched her teeth, waiting for him to fuck her.
He unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock and balls. He was really hard, and he twisted his body so that he could press his meat against her tight quim.
"You're going to really feel that dick baby!" he cried. "You're going to get fucked and get fucked good!"
She closed her eyes. She was too numb to even get upset about it. Her new husband had spumed her, and nothing else seemed to matter.
The cabbie squeezed her tits as hard as he could, and pressed his shaft against her belly.
He slowly forced her to lie down on the front seat of his cab while he climbed on top of her, his dick rubbing her stomach slowly and steadily.
His balls were flattened out against her body. He was stroking her with his dick, and she could feel him slowly bringing his cock and balls down to her pussy.
When her pussy hairs began to become tickled by his shaft, she automatically spread her legs, waiting for him to penetrate her with that throbbing tool.
Without any hint of delicacy, he suddenly pressed the tip of his prick against her cunt lips, and pressed in as hard as he could The cabbie made no effort to slowly stimulate her female juices. He was hot and hard and he wanted to find release quickly.
His meat practically tore a hole through her open slit. She screamed loudly once, and he quickly pressed his hand over her mouth.
His balls began to pound hard against her cunt, and he started to pump really fast. His dick was almost ready to explode.
"Ohhhh, get fucked!" the cabbie shouted. He was going wild, thrusting his hard meat all the way into her pussy. She felt as if his cock was an iron pipe, slashing through her delicate vagina.
His body became all sweaty, and she could feel him sliding all over her. She began to relax her overtense muscles in spite of herself, and her lubricants started to flow around his meat.
"Baby, when I come, you'll know it!" he gleefully cried.
His prick slid into her hole as far as it could. Her cunt walls squeezed his dong, and the friction was making him ready to shoot.
The cabbie's dick suddenly exploded violently, sending waves of hot gism cascading into her raw pussy. She felt the thick foam spurting between her legs, and as it filled her up, she began to tremble, remembering how rough her father had been when he raped her.
There seemed to be no end to the amount of sperm the cabbie spewed into her tunnel, and she could feel the goop swimming around inside her, as the guy slowly started to remove his spent organ from her hole.
"Baby, you sure got fucked!" he chortled.
He was rather pleased with himself, and she watched him as he cockily put his prick and balls back inside his pants, after cleaning himself off with his handkerchief.
"Go," he ordered her. "Go home, you cheat!"
Alicia had to use her dress to wipe up the come spills that were all over her. Her cunt hairs were sopping wet, and she felt the warm cream sliding down her leg.
Her dress managed to absorb most of the gism, and she slowly and carefully adjusted her clothing and left the cab. She was completely humiliated and she couldn't even raise her head as she rang the bell on her parents' door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Alicia rang and rang the bell. She had left her key with her money in her purse at the hotel, and she fervently hoped that someone would be home to let her in.
She knew how to get in without a key, but that involved climbing up to the second story via a ladder in the shed, and she was in no condition to do that.
Finally, she heard someone stirring inside.
She waited patiently. When the door opened, she saw her brother Ted standing there, and she immediately burst into tears.
"What's wrong?" he asked with alarm, but she didn't respond. She simply cried and cried with her head on his shoulder.
He led her over to the couch. She sat down, and buried her face in her hands.
"Where's Mom?" she asked, finally.
"They've gone. They were tired after the party this afternoon, and they are spending the rest of the week at Aunt Ella's place."
"Oh."
"But tell me what happened? Where's Arnie?"
"Don't talk to me of Arnie. I hate him. I hate that bastard!"
"Why? What did he do?"
"I can't tell you." Alicia started to cry again, and Ted pursued her no further with questions. He knew she was upset, and the best thing for her would be to take a long rest.
"Go upstairs," he finally said. "Maybe you'll feel better if you lie down for a while."
"I want to take a bath," she announced. "I feel dirty."
Ted misunderstood. "Ohhhh," he said softly. He figured that she had been so upset at having been fucked, that she couldn't stay with Arnie. Perhaps she didn't know what married life was supposed to be like. Some girls are traumatized by their groom's cock, and that must have been what happened to his sister.
Alicia soaked in the tub for nearly two hours. She tried desperately to cleanse herself of Arnie's cock and the cabbie's cream. Ted patiently waited for his sister to reappear.
Finally, at close to three in the morning, she emerged from the bathroom, her hair neatly done, and her appearance vastly improved from the way she looked earlier.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her.
"Okay, I guess."
"You look a damned sight better than you did before. I think you had better get some sleep."
"I can't sleep. It's all too terrible."
"What is?" asked Ted, thinking he knew the answer.
"I can't say. Oh, Ted, it was awful. Just awful. He hurt me, he really hurt me."
Ted led his sister into his room. She went willingly, for a chance to lean on someone she trusted. "It does, at first, but Alicia dear, it's only the first time. I'm sure Arnie didn't mean to hurt you. Sex is really beautiful, if you'll let it be."
"No, it's ugly. Everything about it is ugly. Men are cruel, Ted. All except you."
Alicia buried her head in her brother's shoulder. He put his arm around her to comfort her. "You'll feel better in the morning. You should go back to Arnie in the morning."
"No, I'll never go back to him. He was going to kill me. He hates me. I hate him."
Ted rubbed his sister's back. She enjoyed the delicate pressure on her body and dried her tears.
"Was it really that bad?" he asked her. "Perhaps I'll talk to him."
"No, don't! I don't want to have anything to do with men ever again."
"All men?"
"They are mean and cruel and only want to hurt. You are the only exception, Ted. You wouldn't want to hurt anyone, would you? You've never hurt anyone, except maybe that girl that time in the car."
"Denise?"
"Whatever her name was. You hurt her. I saw you. You didn't mean to, did you?"
"I didn't hurt her. She loved it." Ted was confused.
"She couldn't have. You put that thing into her. It must have hurt. I know."
"Alicia, Alicia, you don't understand. Sex is beautiful. Even if it slightly hurts the first time, it is one of the most pleasurable experiences in the world. She loved it, and, in time, you will love it too."
"No! Never! That thing is ugly! It's long and ugly!" She started to wail again, and this time, Ted placed his hand on her breast, and it had the effect of calming her down immediately.
"There, that makes you feel better, doesn't it?" She nodded.
"But the other thing would hurt. I know it." Ted continued to rub her breasts. He was as gentle with his sister as he had ever been with anyone, and she began to respond.
He could feel her nipples getting slightly stiff and erect, and he knew that he would be able to change her mind about sex. All she needed was gentleness. Arnie had obviously been too rough with her.
Her body began to heat up, and she started to feel a slight itching sensation between her legs. She moved her legs back and forth, and slowly, Ted moved his hand to her thigh.
She sighed with ecstasy. He knew he was making her feel good. Her palms became sweaty, and she started to cling to him with a great deal of passion.
Her nipples were still hard and erect when Ted lowered his head and opened up her robe. He pressed his lips to her tits, and slowly flicked his tongue out onto her tiny brown spots.
His prick had begun to get hard. He pushed her down on the bed, and started to climb on top of her.
She could feel his cock throbbing within his pants, and she made an effort to get away, but his gentleness overwhelmed her, and she allowed herself to be consumed by him.
She knew now what her brother was going to do, and yet, it didn't upset her. Alicia began to realize that her brother was not the brutal person her father had been, her husband had been, and the cabbie had been. It was going to be different with Ted, and she was grateful for that difference.
His cock was now aching to be freed from its prison, and he began to unzip his fly.
She could feel the tender throbbing of his cock. He did not force her to start massaging his spear, but when he slowly removed his prick and balls from his pants, she went to it on her own, gingerly touching the tip of his dong, and then slowly worked her fingers all over the elongated shaft until she reached his balls.
Her cunt started to lubricate. Even though she kept telling herself that what she was doing was wrong, and would be painful, her pussy was forcing her to feel otherwise.
Her juices started to get her cunt hairs sopping wet. Ted placed a finger near her vaginal opening, and he easily managed to slide it into her hole, feeling her cunt walls closing in around it.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh, that's good." She was feeling pleasure in spite of herself.
Alicia lay on her back. Ted had opened up her robe completely, and gazed at her purely naked body.
She was exquisitely lovely. Ted was filled with brotherly pride as he slowly began to remove his clothes, anticipating the joys of sharing their related souls with each other.
Alicia fondled her brother's balls gently. The more she touched him, the more she desired him, and, as Ted finally took his pants completely off, the two of them gazed at each other's nakedness with an all-consuming love.
Ted gradually lowered his body onto hers, and she felt the beginnings of ecstasy as the tip of his cock gracefully brushed her golden pussy hairs.
Her body opened up to him as she spread her legs to accommodate his dangling spear. As much as she had not wanted anyone else to fuck her, that was how much she did want Ted to do it. She knew now, that sex was indeed a beautiful thing, and she felt her body melting into his.
Ted's pecker slid slowly into her churning hole. Her cunt absorbed his masculine flesh very easily as she was well-lubricated. That throbbing organ pressed deeper and deeper into her craving nest, and she moaned with pleasure, feeling his cock consuming her.
Alicia was on a cloud of happiness. Her brother's dick, which was now pumping harder and harder into her golden crevice, was giving her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed possible.
She lay back completely, allowing Ted to do with her whatever he desired. His mouth began to kiss her breasts, and she wanted to offer up every drop of female milk that she had within her.
His tongue kissed her tiny but hard nipples, and she writhed in ecstasy, her body pressing forth against his, so that they could become a single heavenly organism.
Ted sucked hard on her nipples, causing them to redden, but Alicia didn't mind the pain. He sucked as hard as he could, and she pressed her tits to his mouth so he could lick and bite them all over.
His cock plunged harder and faster in and out of her steaming bush. The lubricating juices, which made his penetration so much easier, now oozed and overflowed out of her pussy. She was hot and getting hotter, and Ted's meat was rapidly reaching the explosion point.
His balls trembled violently.
Their bodies twisted and writhed as they approached orgasm. His dick rammed her pussy as hard as it could, and she screamed with erotic delight.
"Fuck me, Ted!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, that's so good! Fuck me harder!"
His prick was burning hot now. He jabbed her slit with one final thrust, and his cock exploded. "I'm coming!" Tie shouted as the thick white cream began to spurt out of the tip. "I'm shooting!"
Alicia's body was wracked with pleasure. She had never known such exquisite delight. Her clit had sent her into paroxysm of ecstasy, and she thrashed about, screaming with delight at the top of her lungs.
Ted's purplish dick head slowly slipped out of his sister's pussy. She squeezed her legs together to increase the pressure on his shaft and thereby prolonged the pleasure that he felt.
His eyes twinkled as he gazed at her. "How do you feel?" he asked her softly. Even without her answer, he knew. The look on her face was pure contentment. Ted knew that Alicia had to overcome her fears about sex, and he was proud that he was the one who was able to do it.
"Oh, Ted," she sighed. "Thank you." She was grateful. Her bruised and battered body felt fine again.
"You know what you ought to do now," he said gently.
"Yes. Get some rest. I'm so tired."
"You should go back to Arnie. He is your husband. You don't have to be afraid of sex anymore."
Alicia suddenly realized that her brother had misunderstood the entire situation, a situation of her own making. It wasn't the idea of sex that had made her upset, but Arnie's violence. And it really had been all her fault. Why couldn't she have been honest with him and told him the awful truth? He would have understood. A girl who is raped by her father would get sympathy, not beatings.
But she couldn't go back to him now. He would think she was some sort of awful whore.
"I'll drive you back to the hotel," said Ted. "Take a few minutes to wash up."
"It's late. I'm afraid."
"Alicia, you must do it. If you like, I'll stay in the lobby and buzz up in five minutes. If you don't answer, I'll get the police to come up with me."
Alicia paused. It was clear to her brother that she was thinking hard. "Yes," she said finally. "I'll take a shower and get dressed. And," she said, "Thank you again." She kissed her brother on the cheek and went into the bathroom. She would go back to Arnie and tell him the truth, no matter how much it hurt to do so. He would understand. He would take her back. It had all been a horrible mistake.
"You don't have to wait for me," she said to Ted. "Everything will be all right."
Alicia herself wondered if indeed she was not whistling in the dark.
CHAPTER FIVE
Alicia walked up to the hotel clerk. He barely looked at her as he gave her the room key. She thought she caught a slight sneer in his expression, but she ignored it. She couldn't be bothered with the opinions of unimportant people.
She slowly walked down the hall to the room she had so ignominiously and hysterically left earlier in the evening. She inserted the key in the door quietly, so as not to wake Arnie suddenly, and, when she opened the door, softly walked in.
Instead of being greeted by a snoring bridegroom, she was greeted by the sleazy sounds of cheap sex coming from the bedroom.
Tiptoeing towards the bedroom, hoping that it might be the television creating such a disturbance, she watched in horror through the partly opened door, as Arnie and some overly made-up girl was cavorting and rolling upon the bed, their bed, the bridal bed that Alicia had deserted hours earlier.
"Ohhhh, big boy," cooed the dyed-blonde girl, licking her cherry red lips, "Ooooh, I'm going to like this one. You've got a big one, big boy. I like you. You're so cute!"
"How much do you like me?" asked Arnie, grinning lasciviously at his new friend.
The girl spread her legs wide on the bed, and slowly moved her hands down towards her juicing slit. "This much, big boy," she said as she widened the opening with her fingers. She began to slowly slide a finger into her fleshy pussy, and Arnie's cock trembled and shook as he started to approach her.
Alicia was too numb to move. She could hardly believe that Arnie was actually about to fuck another woman on his wedding night.
What she had done with her brother couldn't make up for the shock that she was now experiencing.
She wanted to run, to flee back to her brother, never to see Arnie again, but she couldn't move. The closer he got to actually penetrating the girl's vagina, the stiffer Alicia's muscles became.
"Come on, big boy, let's have it," said the girl with a big broad smile. "I'm waiting for you. It's ready for you. It's all nice and juicy kiddo. I know that your big cock is going to make old Doris feel really good tonight."
"You bet it will!" exclaimed Arnie. "You're going to feel so good you will always remember me."
"And it," she said. "And this. This big and beautiful cock. Oooh, I just love guys with big cocks. Yours is so thick and red and yummy. Come on, and slide it in, big boy. Doris wants to be fucked."
Alicia's body slowly started to unfreeze. She still was unable to move, but now it was because she was fascinated watching her husband start to fuck this big-breasted woman.
Doris, as the woman called herself, was older than Alicia, though not by much. She had long blonde hair, and sensuous lips, and, if she hadn't been wearing so much makeup would probably be very attractive. Her tits were melon-like, and Alicia began to feel slight pangs of jealousy. Probably some tart, thought Alicia.
Arnie was now licking Doris' tits rapidly. His tongue sucked up every inch of her female flesh at took it into his mouth. Her nipples had started to get stiff and hard, and when Arnie took tiny bites out of those nipples, Doris screamed and laughed with pleasure.
Despite herself, Alicia's juices started to flow. Though she would have been repulsed at the thought of joining those two, deep down inside she began to crave Arnie's cock, and desperately wished that it could be inside her own cunt, instead of Doris'.
"You like that, baby?" he asked as he plunged his prick deeper and deeper into Doris' pussy? "I know you like it, because your pussy meat is really hot. You're hot baby. Oh, baby, you are hot!"
"You bet I am, honey," said Doris. "And so are you. I ain't never met a guy who was as hot as you. Boy, even when I first saw you, I saw your pecker standing up."
Alicia thought she saw Arnie wince at that. She had left him stroking his meat by himself. Perhaps he tried to get to sleep,, but his cock wouldn't let him and he went out later, and found Doris. She had no right to blame Arnie, she told, herself. Everything that is wrong is her fault. She began to feel tremendous guilt at what she had done, and found herself wanting to throw herself at Arnie's feet, begging forgiveness.
Arnie's dick slid easily into Doris' cunt opening. He groaned with pleasure as the bright red tip plunged past her pussy lips, and the entire spear sank all the way into her.
His balls squished against her vagina and Doris started to fondle them with her fingers.
Alicia could see Doris' pussy juices oozing out of her cunt as the reflected the dim light. Arnie started to pump fast and faster, and, despite herself, Alicia felt herself getting hotter and hotter. Without realizing what she was doing, she started to massage her body, rubbing the palm of one hand against her fleshy tits, and with the other hand, slowly touching her pussy, desperately wanting the feel of a hard cock inside.
"Ohhhh, big boy, you sure can fuck. Ohhh, that's good!"' Doris was twisting and writhing on the bed as Arnie pumped his prick all the way into her. His balls danced around wildly as they readied themselves for their inevitable ejaculating release. He was really hot now. He was almost ready to shoot, and he had gallons of come stored up inside of him.
Alicia watched Arnie kiss Doris. It made her feel slightly ill, but she still craved a cock now. She still finger-fucked herself, unobserved, in the hallway of their hotel suite.
Alicia's fingers were becoming coated with her own pussy juices. She was oozing thick and fast now, probably even faster than Doris was, and she began to sigh and moan with longing pleasure.
Arnie began to thrash about, his prick nearing the bursting point. "Get fucked!" he cried. "Ohhh, your cunt is so hot, baby. Get fucked."
He started to scream wildly. His prick was about to bubble over with hit hot steaming come. Buried deep within her pussy, it throbbed with agonizing pleasure, and he suddenly emitted a loud screech of ecstasy that even sent Alicia into an orgasmic frenzy. "Oh, baby, I'm coming!" Arnie shouted. "Ohhhhh!"
Arnie's body twisted and tossed with Doris as his prick opened up like a spouting geyser and filled up the girl's twat with his thick creamy gism. His balls emptied themselves quickly, and Doris began to cry with pleasure as she felt the warm liquid coating the sides of her cunt.
His semen began to leak and ooze out of her pussy, and drip all over her vaginal area. She felt her pussy hairs becoming hot and sticky and her own lubricating creams added to the ooze coating her pubic areas.
Alicia was nearly faint with delirium. Her fingers had plunged so deeply within her own pussy, that she was on the verge of a masturbatory climax. She ached to feel Arnie's dick inside of her, and she was about to lose control of herself.
Her clit was driving her crazy as her fingers worked faster and faster. She began to groan louder and louder, unaware that her cries were beginning to be heard for the first time.
She no longer looked at the couple on the bed inside the bedroom, but devoted all her attentions to climaxing herself with her own finger jabbing the flesh between her legs.
Arnie looked towards the door. There was something funny going on outside the door, and as he slowly withdrew his prick from Doris' pussy, he moved to see what was happening.
Alicia was on the verge of orgasm. She was now crying loudly, and her pussy was as hot as it had ever been. Suddenly, Arnie opened the door and gasped as he saw his new wife masturbating herself.
Alicia was so far gone into an orgasmic frenzy, that she didn't tense up when she saw him gaping at her. Her cunt was boiling, her hot lubricating syrups were pouring out of her cunt, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as she climaxed.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh! I want cock!"
She sank helplessly into Arnie's arms, as she came. Her body was wracked with pleasure and pain, and she began to shake uncontrollably, her entire body quivering and trembling.
Arnie was too stunned to react in any way except to hold Alicia and prevent her from falling onto the floor. Alicia was the last person he had expected to see outside his door.
"Come on, baby," cried Doris. "I want you to do it again. I liked it. I want your big dick again. Come on, big boy! Fuck me again. Make poor old Doris feel really hot and good again."
"Shut up, Doris," muttered Arnie.
"Hey! Come back here! What's going on out there?"
"Doris, go. Get dressed and go, Doris." He looked back at the door and suddenly felt waves of revulsion overtake him. Alicia had stopped shaking, and was falling asleep in her husband's arms. Arnie carried Alicia over to the sofa and laid her out. She was sound asleep in less than a minute.
Arnie went back into the bedroom. "Hey," shouted Doris. "What was the meaning of all that?"
"I'll tell you later. Get dressed, and get out."
"That's no way to treat me," said Doris indignantly. "I'm a lady. You just don't throw a lady out like that."
"Go. Get out. Now. Look Doris, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but you simply have to go. Please."
"Well, okay. If that's the way you feel. You know where to reach me."
"Yeah, yeah," muttered Arnie, though he had no intention of calling Doris again, not now that Alicia was back.
Doris slowly got dressed. She never could understand Arnie. Even years ago when she was initiating Arnie into the world of sex. There was always something peculiar about him. Well, she had seen worse. Doris had been beaten several times. Arnie, at least, had spared her that.
When Doris was gone, Arnie carried Alicia into the bedroom and put her on the bed. He wouldn't disturb her now. Despite what had happened between them earlier, he was glad to see her back. More glad than he would have thought when she left.
Arnie closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately. In the morning, there would be apologies spread around on all sides. Arnie knew he would have to do his share. If only Alicia hadn't lied to him about being a virgin. Sex was understandable. Lies perhaps less so.
Arnie awoke about an hour before Alicia. He got dressed, went out for the newspaper and a cup of coffee. He would eat breakfast when Alicia awoke. Perhaps they could start out fresh. They could both pretend that what happened the previous night didn't happen at all.
Alicia stirred shortly after Arnie returned. For a few moments, she didn't realize where she was, and called out for her brother.
"Ted?" she said sleepily after hearing some noises in the other room. "Is that you? Oh, Ted, are you there?"
Arnie went to the door. "It's me, honey," he said. Alicia looked at her husband and shook herself awake. She seemed startled to see him.
Alicia sat up on the bed. She soon realized where she was, and she felt incredibly ill at ease just now.
Arnie tried to comfort Alicia, knowing that she must- have been upset after seeing him with Doris, but he kept wondering why she had called out to Ted, her brother.
Alicia let her husband put his arms around her, and she struggled with herself to finally open up and tell him the truth about herself. She stammered a few times, but felt unable to get complete words out.
"What's wrong?" he asked her. She shook her head. It was still too difficult to talk about. "Are you hungry? I can have room service send up two breakfasts."
Again, Alicia shook her head. She seemed to be rapidly slipping deep into her own inner world again.
Finally, Arnie couldn't take it anymore. "Look," he said. "If you are upset about last night, I'm terribly sorry."
"It's okay," she mumbled.
"It's just that I got really hot, and after you ran away... " Alicia interrupted him.
"You don't have to apologize. I should have told you."
"Told me what?"
"That I wasn't a virgin. You found out anyway. I don't know why I didn't tell you earlier. I guess you wouldn't have married me."
"That's not true," protested Arnie, who wasn't at all sure about that.
"Well, last night you wanted to know who it was," said Alicia.
"It doesn't matter," said Arnie, but he really did want to know. Whoever he was, he was going to hate him.
"It was m-m-my... "
"Yes? You don't mean it was Ted? Did your brother fuck you?" Arnie was aghast. "Is that why you called me Ted this morning?"
"N-n-no. It wasn't Ted."
"Then who was it?" asked Arnie. Now he felt he had to know.
"I-I-I can't s-say," she stammered. It was proving more difficult to speak than she thought.
"Tell me. You'll feel better if you do." That was probably true, but even Arnie realized that he was more concerned with how he felt than with her feelings at the moment.
. Arnie was capable of being very warm and understanding, but he rarely wanted to exert the energy to do so. He was selfish, and, only when he felt it would advance his own interests would he show interest in someone other than himself.
"M-m-m-my f-f-father," she sputtered finally.
"What about your father?" asked Arnie, not understanding what she was saying to him.
"He did it. It was my father."
"Did what?" Suddenly, it dawned on him. "HE DID WHAT!!!!"
"Y-yes, Arnie. Don't yell at me. I couldn't help it. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. Oh, Arnie, please don't be mad. It wasn't my fault."
Alicia started to cry. Her sobs got louder and louder, and Arnie tried to comfort her, but was unable to respond in anyway, other than to put his arms around her. He was still shaken from discovering that her father had raped and deflowered her.
"Don't cry," he kept repeating over and over again, as if these words of advice were all that she needed to stop crying. Though Arnie felt badly that Alicia was upset, he had no basic understanding of what he could do to relieve her pain. If she would only stop crying and act like a man!
Finally, Alicia's sobs did let up mostly through sheer exhaustion. She buried her face against Arnie's chest and kept very still.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked her. "How could he do a thing like that to his own daughter?"
"Oh, I don't know. It's all so horrible," she said.
"When did it happen? Was it recent?"
"No. Years ago. Oh, Arnie, I know I should have told you, but I was afraid you would begin to hate me, to think me some sort of degenerate. I do so want to make you happy."
Arnie and Alicia leaned against each other, and Arnie's hand slowly massaged her body, rubbing her back, and gently caressing her ass. She sighed with pleasure, and it felt good, until he pressed a bit too hard against her buttocks.
"Don't do that," she said. "It hurts."
Arnie slowed down, but he began to realize that he enjoyed rubbing a woman's ass really hard, and he started to reach inside her panties and gently insert a finger a short ways into her anus.
"Nooooo!" she cried. "Ohhh, don't! He did that! That's what he did, and I hate it!"
"Who?"
"My father. He wanted to fuck me up the ass and it started to hurt. It was terrible!"
"You mean your father also fucked you up the ass?"
"No. He wanted to. I screamed and screamed. I couldn't let him touch me there, and so he turned me over and fucked me, and I lost my virginity. I was about fourteen when it happened."
Arnie realized that Alicia now did want to talk about it. Perhaps it was better that way. Perhaps if she could talk about it, it would cease to haunt her any longer. He let her go on and tell him, even though the thought of a man fucking his own daughter revulsed him.
* * *
I was coming home from school one day, I guess I was early or something, and I saw my father. Well, usually my father is away at work and my mother is home. Ted would usually get home later. Anyway, I was surprised to see him. I said hi, or something, and he answered back, but I didn't hear what he said. I dashed off to my room to change my clothes. I had promised my friend Betty I would be there in a few minutes to learn the newest dance that her brother was going to teach us.
"Alicia!" he called. He sounded annoyed, but I was in such a hurry that I paid him little attention.
He strode into my room, something that neither of my parents is allowed to do. "Daddy! Get out! I'm changing!"
"Don't you talk to me like that, young lady. Especially not after what you did last night."
"Last night? What did I do last night?"
"You stayed out beyond midnight. You know you were supposed to be home at ten."
"Oh, Daddy, don't be petty. Okay, so I was two hours late. So what?" I couldn't understand why he was making such a fuss over nothing.
"You know, you're not too old for a good spanking, young lady. I've a good mind to really thrash you."
"Daddy, stop playing games. I'm in a hurry. Now get out of my way!" I stormed past him and started to run out of the house. He dashed after me and caught me.
"Don't you ever talk like that to me," he said angrily. "As a matter of fact, you aren't going anywhere. You are going to have to stay here all afternoon. You are being punished."
"For what?"
"For staying out too late last night, and for talking freshly to your father." He was very rough with me, and threw me onto the sofa. I got really angry, and started to yell.
"Don't you ever touch me!" I screamed. "Take your fucking filthy hands off me. I'm going to Betty's and there is not a fucking thing you can damn do about it!"
He was furious. I guess I shouldn't have said those words, because he started to beat me. I was never so terrified in my life. I don't think I had ever seen him so mad.
He was really hurting me. When I complained, he just laughed. "You think that hurts, do you. Well, you are now going to know what really being hurt means. I'm going to give you a good hard spanking."
He grabbed me and dragged me into his den. He threw me down on the floor and pulled down my jeans. I screamed.
"You'll scream all right," he snarled. "I'll give you real reason to scream."
He started to hit me. It really hurt, and I yelled as loud as I could, but I knew no one could hear me, since no one else was home.
He started to remove my panties, and he hit me some more. The more I cried, the harder he hit me. He was really enjoying himself.
I reached out finally as I was able to free my arms, and I swung hard. I hit him in the side, and he grabbed hold of my hand. I pulled it away, and as my arm slid down his body, I touched something in the front of his pants. It took me a moment to realize that my father had gotten an erection while hitting me.
I looked at him in horror. I mean I knew that guys get hardons, but I never thought of my father as ever getting one, and I was absolutely shocked.
He grinned at me, and in a flash, took hold of my hand and pressed it against his fly again. This time, he held my hand there, and rubbed it up and down along the bulge that his shaft was creating.
"You feel that Alicia?" he asked meanly.
"Y-yes," I said, not knowing what he wanted me to do or say.
"Well, you're going to really feel it," he said with a grin. I had no idea at the time of what he meant, but I was soon to find out.
The second I took my hand away, feeling dirty and ashamed, he brought it back, and forced me to continue rubbing his hardon. I felt so humiliated I wanted to die.
"Okay, Alicia, this is what I do to disobedient girls," he said. "Unzip my fly."
I refused. I shook my head and squirmed in an effort to get away.
"You unzip it, baby," he snarled. When I still refused, he took down his pants himself and turned my head towards him. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help noticing that huge and horrid thing throbbing right in front of my face.
He grinned again. God, I was beginning to hate that smile I had always adored. "I bet none of your boyfriends have cocks like mine," he boasted. "It's really big and hard and it's going to drive right through your hot little body!"
I never heard my father talking like that before, and I believed that the devil had taken possession of him. He grabbed my hand again, however, and forced me to touch his hard flesh.
I screamed, but he just laughed. He made me run my hands all over his stiff shaft and his balls. I simply wanted to die.
He finally allowed me to stop rubbing it, and I thought at last it was all over. I was wrong. It had only just begun.
I attempted to pull up my panties, but as soon as I put my hands on them, he ripped them right off me. They were one of my favorite lace panties and I was really upset.
He started to hit me again, and this time, he wouldn't stop when I begged him to take his fingers away from my rectum.
I felt his finger sliding deeper and deeper into my body. I started to yell at the top of my lungs, but it only made him do it harder. I couldn't even try to squirm away. He held me in place with his vise-like grip and I became his prisoner.
The pain began to get worse. Just at the point when I thought I was going to die, he took his finger out. Again I was wrong about it being all over. What happened next was even more painful.
As my father pressed my body down upon the floor, I could feel him climbing on top of me. I hurt all over, but he didn't care. I felt his huge meat slapping against my ass, and, suddenly, I knew what he was going to do.
I felt the tip of his throbbing dick press against my ass cheeks, and I began to claw at the rug. He laughed wildly as I felt his prick slowly working its way into my asshole.
"No! Oh, please no!" I cried.
He started to plunge it further in, and my cries became even louder and more desperate. I was sure that this was the end of me. I knew that a cock of that size would simply rip me wide open.
Again he stopped. He stopped laughing. "It does hurt, doesn't it?"
"Yes, oh, please stop, Daddy. I promise to be good! I won't ever say such horrible things to you again. Ever."
"See that you don't," he said. I felt such a wave of relief that I started to cry from sheer happiness. He started to remove his prick from my asshole, and it was like the absence of pain was pleasure in itself. I felt so good again.
I started to get up. My ass was still a bit sore, but I didn't care. The intense and horrible pain was over.
As I was about to put my jeans on again, (my panties were tom so I couldn't wear them) my father snatched them out of my hand.
"Daddy, please don't do that again," I pleaded. I was seized with a sudden fear again. "I promised to be good."
"I won't do that again," he said, grinning at me. "No, I have something else in mind for you."
"What?" I asked. Well, I was young. I really had no idea.
"You'll see," he said. He pushed me down back onto the floor again, and... and this time forced me to lie on my back. As I saw his trembling shaft up above me, I knew. I finally realized that my father was going to fuck me.
"This won't hurt, baby," he said. "This is going to make you feel something you have never felt Before. It will be good. It will be wonderful, you'll see."
I was tense. I didn't stir at all. I clenched my fists and my teeth, waiting to be assaulted by my father.
His massive dong crept towards me. I lay back in fear, feeling certain that the pain of his cock inside my vagina would equal if not surpass that of my ass. I tried to hold back my tears.
I could feel the tip of his prick tickling my cunt hairs. I guess he enjoyed that too, because he rubbed his meat all over my pussy hairs before he began to plunge it in.
His balls slapped gently against my cunt. I thought for a moment that that was what fucking was all about, but suddenly, he pressed his blood-gorged cock head into my small slit and started to bear down on me like a pile-driver.
I screamed. He withdrew. I relaxed. He paused. And then he started it all over again. His cock head rammed my hole, and I could feel it trying to plunge all the way in.
"Ohhhh, no Daddy!" I cried. "Don't do that!"
"Relax, child," he said. "It won't hurt. I promise you."
"But it already hurts," I wailed. "Please don't do it again."
"Quiet!" This time he was sounding annoyed. I shut up. I gritted my teeth and waited for him to get all the way in.
He went in a little ways, and then paused. He started to take his prick out, but by this time I knew he wasn't going to stop there. I waited for him to stick it in me again, and I didn't have to wait long.
His cock really smashed into me this time. I screamed as loud as I have ever screamed in my life. The pain was sharp and dreadful.
Suddenly, his prick started to plunge into me even deeper. I felt something warm and hard sliding all the way up my body, and I realized that he was starting to pump his prick in and out of my pussy. I looked down and saw blood. By this time, I was too tired to scream, and just let my father do whatever he wanted to do. I wanted to die.
His prick started to go faster and faster as he fucked me. The pain subsided somewhat. I began to relax.
"I knew you'd like it," he said. I was too tired to answer, but I must admit it did begin to feel good. His prick started to slide in a bit easier now, as if it was being all greased up. My cunt started to relax and provide juices for his prick, and the more he fucked me, the more I began to enjoy it.
My father's balls started to bang against my pussy really hard. I felt waves of pleasure overtaking me, and I started to sigh and moan with sheer delight.
He grabbed hold of my tits and started to squeeze. I felt my nipples getting hard and erect, and when his tongue flicked out and began to coat my tits with his saliva, I felt as good now as I had felt horrible before.
His elongated spear drove in and out of my slit. My cunt wrapped around his meat, the walls of my pussy pressing hard against his moving shaft.
I was becoming hotter and hotter. My whole body now felt as if it was on fire, and I clung to my father to make him fuck me even harder.
My ass started to bang against the floor. Even though it hurt, I didn't mind that sort of pain, because it was adding to the pleasure I felt as I was being fucked. I wanted it more now. He had to fuck me harder. I was going wild with joy.
My lubricating juices were now flowing faster and faster. They oozed out of my cunt and got my pussy hairs all wet. His dick was really hot, hard and red now, and he was pumping into me with all his might.
I heard sighs and grunts from my father, and they were getting louder and more frequent. His whole body was sounding like a locomotive about to reach top speed.
"Ohhhh, Daddy, I like it!" I yelled. He didn't respond. He was too intense right at that moment. His face was contorted and reddened. His balls were going wild and his cock was flying in and out of my pussy at a furious pace.
He rubbed my tits so hard, I was sure they would fall off, but I didn't care. I loved his touch. Every inch of my body was a pleasure machine. Every nerve ending was sending thrills of ecstasy coursing through my body.
Suddenly, he went wild. His prick slammed into my cunt with such force that I was almost sure it had slid all the way up my body. He screamed with pleasure and started to roll about with me on the floor.
"I'm coming!" he cried. He screamed so loud, I thought I would become deafened. "I'm shooting baby. Get fucked!"
We thrashed about wildly. My vagina felt so hot and good that I wanted it to continue forever. I felt as if the pleasure would never stop.
Our bodies slid all over each other. We were hot and soaking wet. My cunt felt something thick and warm and wet pouring in, and I could see that some of the goop that came out of his dick was oozing down my side. I touched it. It was sticky and creamy. I put the substance to my bps and tasted it, and I wanted more. I wanted my father's come to be spread all over me, inside and out. I cannot even describe just what sheer joy my entire being felt at that moment.
We stayed together for several moments. I had a really placid expression on my face, and I was happy with the world. I hugged my father, never wanting to let him go.
"Daddy, thank you," I said. Despite the previous pain, I felt good with him now. I never felt that such pleasure existed in the world.
He got up and had this funny expression on his face. I couldn't understand what was happening.
"Daddy, is something wrong?" I asked. "Something as wonderful as this couldn't be wrong. I'd like us to do this again, several times. I wonder if Ted would want to participate."
"Don't you ever dare tell anyone about this," he said icily.
I was confused. "But why, Daddy? It felt good. Why shouldn't I tell people how good we both felt?"
"Because you will not say a word about this to anyone. Period. If you do, I'll fuck you up the ass with a lead pipe."
He got up and got dressed. He ordered me to do the same, and I did so. I had no idea what was on his mind. Something was wrong somewhere, but I couldn't figure it out.
"Remember," he said as he left the den, "one word, and you'll feel such pain you'll remember it for the rest of your life."
* * *
"I remember feeling, after my father left the den," said Alicia, "that maybe he didn't enjoy it after all. He looked as if he had, and I was sure he had, but at the time I was puzzled."
Arnie looked at his wife carefully. "But if you enjoyed it, why were you so ashamed of telling me about it?"
"For two reasons. First, I was sure that somehow he would find out about it and fuck me in the ass. To this day, I am terrified of that. I know some people do it, but I get the shakes whenever I think about it."
"And what's the other?" asked Arnie.
"Oh. Well, after that incident, that I thought was so wonderful, I read a couple of articles about men who fucked their daughters, and it was considered something so terrible and awful, that I began to feel ashamed. I started to hate myself and him for it, but I was afraid to express that hatred, for fear that someone would realize what I was talking about, and my father would discover that someone knew. If he found out, I would die with pain. I knew it."
"So that's why you couldn't tell me?"
"Yes. Oh, Arnie, I know I should have told you, but I couldn't. I was so sure you would hate me. You don't hate me, do you? You don't think I'm disgusting because I was fucked by my father?"
"No," said Arnie, who had bent over to kiss his wife. "I don't hate you, and now I'm going to show you just how much I don't hate you."
CHAPTER SIX
Arnie and Alicia never did get to Niagara Falls. They spent their honeymoon at the Viscount Hotel, rarely leaving except to eat. Alicia felt her troubles were over. Her greatest fear had been Arnie's reaction to her having been raped by her father, and his only response at the time was to fuck her as wildly as she had ever been fucked.
They set up an apartment near Hank's Garage, where Arnie started to work. It was summer, and Alicia spent all of her days cleaning and washing and cooking. It was seemingly an idyllic domestic situation, with Arnie coming home to a hot cooked meal every night.
The sex that they had was good, with Arnie taking care to see that Alicia received her share of pleasure. Things were good, and they were getting better all the time.
When September rolled around, Arnie continued to work, but Alicia had to go back to school. Now she was a senior, and it would be her last year before she could finally be freed of the yoke of academia.
"Let's go to a movie tonight," suggested Arnie.
"I've really got to study my history," said Alicia.
Such was the beginning of a series of arguments and shouting matches.
"Is dinner ready?"
"Oh, not yet. I had to stay late at school because my English teacher needed to discuss my term paper project. Do you think I should do one on Shakespeare?"
"I think you should have dinner ready when I come home. I work fucking hard all day and I want my dinner. I don't want to have to wait!"
"I work hard too, Arnie. I'm also tired. You could help me with dinner, you know."
"You work hard, huh?"
"Yes."
"How much money you bring home?"
"What?"
"You heard me. How much money you make?"
"Arnie, don't be ridiculous. I'm going to school. I have only this one year left."
Arnie sulked in the living room. He ate his dinner in silence when it was finally ready. Afterwards, he switched on the television and sat glued in front of it all evening.
Alicia began to crave affection. She crept up towards him and put her arm around him.
He let her stay in that position, but her only casually returned her warmth. The football game was more interesting to him than his wife.
She knew what she could do to get his attention. At least it usually got his attention, and she gently started to caress his fly. The slightest touch on his crotch usually sent his prick shooting way up.
This time was no exception, though from the expression on his face, one would have thought he couldn't have cared less that his prick was being massaged.
His body was responding to her touch, though his heart was not. His cock was getting harder and stiffer with every stroke, and she slowly started to unzip his fly.
As she reached into his opened trousers, she began to fondle his cock and balls. His dick was throbbing and she rubbed her hands up and down along his pulsating veined flesh.
Alicia moved her legs back and forth as if to contain the flow of pussy juices that had started, and she pressed her hand to her cunt. Arnie knew what she wanted, but he made no move to make love together. His eye was still on the tube.
"Come on, Arnie," she pleaded. "Fuck me. I want you to make love to me. I need it. You know that. Please, Arnie."
He didn't respond. She continued to massage his whang, and softly stroked his balls. His dick was really stiff, and she knew that despite himself, he was enjoying it.
She took hold of his hand and placed it on her breast. He rubbed it slightly, but it was enough to cause her nipple to become stiff and erect.
"Please!" she begged. "I want it, Arnie. Please fuck me!"
Arnie grunted, but she couldn't tell whether it was a yes or a no. She was starting to undo her clothes, hoping that the sight of her pussy would really excite him and make him want to ram his dick right through her craving juicy pussy.
He pulled away from her. "Is something wrong?" she asked, hoping for the best, yet fearing the worst.
"Suck it," he said commandingly. "I want you to suck my cock."
Alicia was disappointed. Though she did enjoy sucking cock at times, it couldn't compare with the pleasure that a stiff cock sliding in and out of her steaming nest could provide.
He continued to watch the television as Alicia bent her lips over his hard-on, and started to kiss the tip of his dong, that she had so longingly desired to penetrate her bush.
She licked the tip of his piss slit, and he gave out a slight shudder of pleasure. His body was beginning to relax, and though he paid her little attention, she knew she was providing him with sheer joy.
Her mouth began to consume his meat. She pressed her warm red lips around his hot red spear and slowly worked her way all the way down to the base of his prick.
His balls tasted good to her when she started to caress them with her aching tongue. She slid back and forth along his shaft, sucking and licking as hard as she could.
"Ohhhh, that's good," he sighed. She was grateful at least for the compliment. "Ohhh, that's hot, baby! Suck it! Suck my fucking cock!"
His attention was now divided equally between the television set and the blow-job. She was quite an expert at cocksucking, and even Arnie realized that. His prick always felt good in her mouth.
Her saliva was coating his elongated spear, and she started to increase the speed of her licking. Her cunt was steaming hot, and she began to slide a finger inside her hole, temporarily relieving the lack of a stiff prick ramming her vagina.
Arnie's groans got louder and louder. It was clear that she was winning the battle against the television set, but it took a great deal of fast tonguing action to get his attention.
"Oh, that's good!" he crowed. "Oh, baby, lick that cock!"
Alicia sucked hard on every inch of his shaft as he jabbed it into her face as far as he could. She could feel that meat starting to slide down her throat, and she still sucked even harder to give him every ounce of hot sucking pleasure.
His balls pressed firmly against her crimson lips. She slowly started to suck in his balls, and managed, for a few brief moments, to take in both of his balls together with his shaft. Arnie screamed with delight when she did so, and he almost shot his load into her body right then.
Alicia kneaded his balls as they slowly came out of her mouth. She rubbed her hands into them, trying to force them back in. Arnie's cries of pleasure mounted with every movement of Alicia's lips, and he was reaching that point from which there could be no turning back.
He started to massage her tits, and felt her nipples stiffer than ever. He rammed his prick into her face really hard and in one final thrust, practically pushed her onto the floor.
"Suck that cock!" he screamed. "Suck it baby! Suck me off!"
Her fingers flew wildly into her cunt. She massaged her clit as violently as she could, stimulating it to give her the same response as if it had been a stiff prick fucking her. She was going wild, feeling herself approaching the same ecstatic climax as her husband.
"Eat it!" he yelled. "Eat that cock!"
His prick exploded inside her mouth, and she reeled backwards as the force of his spewing gism hit her against her throat. She sucked as hard as she could, and the waves of hot thick sperm cascaded into her body, filling her up with masculine warmth.
His body was wracked with pleasure. He began to shake and was unable to stop for several moments. She continued to lick the scum as it dripped out of the tip of his dick, and made sure that she didn't lose a single drop of his creamy goodness.
Some of his sperm had dripped out of her mouth, and she felt it sliding down her face. She brushed her hand against her cheek, and then tasted her fingers. She needed every ounce of his semen.
Her cunt had oozed forth her hot honeys at such a rapid rate, that she was nearly completely soaked with her cunt juice. The smell of sperm filled the air, and Alicia sank back, feeling restful.
She slowly relinquished possession of Arnie's penis as he withdrew his organ from her lips. His balls still seemed full of juice, and she ached for another chance to take hold of her lover.
She waited for a word of thanks, a simple pat on the head. She had made him happy, she knew that. Just to be told how good she was, was all that she needed, but Arnie's attention swiftly returned to the television, even though, at that precise moment, there was a series of commercials going over the airwaves.
"Did you like it?" she finally asked, seeing that a compliment was needed to be fished for.
"Yeah, it was okay," he muttered half to himself, half to the TV.
Alicia took the pain in silence. Arnie zipped up his fly, and Alicia returned to her world of non-existence, and wondered what it was that she had done to turn Arnie against her.
Arnie began to pay her less and less attention as the days and weeks went by. The only times he spoke to her was when he wanted something: dinner, clean socks, an ironed shirt. Otherwise, Alicia simply did not exist. She even began to do without much sex. Though she wouldn't admit this to herself, it was apparent that Arnie was discovering new fun partners every day.
"Alicia, where's my blue shirt? The one with the initial on it?"
"At the cleaners."
"What! How dare you send it out! Why didn't you wash it and iron it?"
"I had to study for my midterms. I sent everything out."
"You think I'm made of money? I'm tired of your extravagances. I'm tired of your always being busy with your stupid school! Why don't you stay home and take care of me and the house, like a wife is supposed to do? I don't want you to go to school. You stay home from now on! You see this book?"
"Arnie, that's my history notebook. I need it. Give it to me!"
"This is what I'll do with it!" he snarled, and he took it into his hands and ripped it into a hundred shreds.
Alicia started to cry. "Please don't do that, Arnie. You knew I had another year of school. I'll be finished in June. Why did you rip up my history book?"
"Because from now on you won't be needing it. You'll be staying home and behaving like a decent wife. I want my dinner on the table on time every night. I don't want you staying up doing your damn studying. I want you to stop spending all my money."
"I don't spend all your money," wailed Alicia. "I don't spend a penny on myself. I've got to go to school. I'll graduate in June."
"You will never graduate. Not if you want to remain here. You're my wife and you have to do as I say. You said the word obey when we got married. Now stick to it."
"If I obey you all the time," said Alicia, "I won't be able to follow the other two. Love and honor as equally important. Don't make me stop loving you."
"Oh, so you don't love me? Is that it? You have another guy? Huh? What's his name? Who are you seeing? Is he fucking you?"
"Arnie, I don't see anyone but you."
"You're lying. Someone else is screwing you. Who is he?"
"There's no one! I'm telling the truth!"
"You are a lying slut!" screamed Arnie.
"Someone is fucking you. You are a dirty disgusting slut," he snarled. "I'm going to make you really sorry, baby! You are going to regret ever having fucked around with another guy!"
He reached out for her and slapped her. She recoiled sharply, and he grabbed her. "Let go of me!" she yelled. He had put his hand on her arm and was twisting it.
"I'll get you for this," he yelled. "I'm going to do something to you you'll remember for the rest of your life, slut."
Arnie threw his wife onto the floor. She screamed as she felt him pressing his body hard against her. His face was contorted with anger and he looked as if he was going to kill her.
"You slut!" he shouted. "You are a fucking goddamn slut! I'm going to really screw you, baby! I'm going to screw you so hard it hurts!"
As Arnie rubbed his hand against her ass, Alicia suddenly realized what it was that her husband was going to do to her. She tried to protest, but he was much too strong for her, and he began to claw at her clothes, ripping them into tatters.
He forced her to lie face-downwards, and her nude backside was ready for his hard penetration. She struggled and squirmed, but he held her down fast, and slowly started to unzip his fly, his prick already hard from the wild physical contact and he rubbed her tits wildly, almost as if he wanted to rip them right off.
"Okay whore!" he snarled. "This is going to really get you. I'm going to fuck you up the ass, baby. You are really going to know what a good hard cock is like!"
She bit her Up hard, causing it to bleed. The pain was already starting, and he hadn't even begun to press downwards into her anal opening.
The cock head was just now poised between her ass cheeks. She could feel his hard flesh just beginning to slide into her soft flesh, and the anticipation of much pain brought tears to her eyes.
Arnie grinned at her displeasure. The more he could hurt her, the more he was pleased. He knew that she hated to be fucked up the ass - that was precisely why he was doing it.
His dick began to enter her tender anal walls. The pain was a hot pain, short sharp jabs of pain were now coursing through her body. She tried to remain calm, but her body was so tense, that it only magnified the terror that she felt.
He refused to use any sort of grease. Anything that would have lessened the pain was out of the question. The object was to hurt, and at hurting he was a master.
She knew it would be useless to beg him to stop. When he got into one of his moods, opposition only made him redouble his efforts. She needed to cry out, though. It helped relieve some of the pressure.
His prick slowly plunged deeper and deeper into her rectal cavity. He could feel the tightness of her little hole, and he pushed extra hard to make sure that his cock would go all the way in.
"You're gonna really get fucked!" he chortled. "Okay, baby, this will teach you not to whore around!"
"B-b-b-but I didn't," she protested weakly.
He only laughed. His prick was managing to get all the way into her asshole, and her head was swimming with pain. She couldn't bear it. In another moment, she would pass out.
As his penis slid all the way up her asshole, the pain that she felt, the intense horrid pain slowly began to subside. Perhaps she was feeling no pain because she was dying, she thought, but in truth, her body discovered that there was an element of pleasure in this body of pain, and that she ever so slowly began to enjoy feeling Arnie's stiff dick ramming harder and harder through her rectum.
Still, the humiliation was painful, and she continued to fight against any semblance of pleasure as he began to pump his prick in and out of her hot craving asshole.
"Get fucked baby!" he shouted. "Ohhhh, this is wonderful! Hey, baby, you have a fucking hot ass!"
She did not return his thoughts. She wanted the whole thing to be over with as quickly as possible. Her cunt was tight and dry, and no amount of rear-action pleasure could make her juice up between her legs.
His balls started to slap hard against her buns. She could feel them going wild over her body, and she lay there on the floor waiting for that moment when his hot cream would burst forth from his spear and flood her asshole with its sticky wetness.
Both of their bodies were all sweaty, and they began to slide around each other. He pulled her over to her side, and continued to ram his meat into her that way. His cock was hot and throbbing, and as it pushed and pulled in and out of her anus, she began to relax in spite of herself, and found that she was actually enjoying getting ass-fucked, a fact she could not bring herself to admit.
"Oh, come on whore baby, get fucked!" he yelled. His cries got louder and his movements became quicker. She knew that the end was approaching. He would soon come, and this torture-pleasure would soon be all over.
He squeezed her tits unmercifully. Her nipples were almost broken off by the violent force with which he attacked them.
His body started to vibrate. He started to pump so hard, that the pain returned to her body. Still, she realized that it was going to be all over in just a few short moments.
His prick felt like it was pounding all the way up into her body, ripping apart her anus down the middle. She started to cry from the physical hurt, and his balls began to hurt her reddened buttocks as they slapped against her so hard, she thought that they would burst.
And they did. Suddenly, Arnie screamed with delight as his penis exploded inside her asshole. "Ohhh!" he shouted. "Ohhh, baby, I'm coming! Get fucked, whore!"
He went wild, his whole body feeling as if it was being spent within her anus. She could feel the thick hot gobs of semen racing into her body, and she was grateful it was all over.
Though his come was soothing after his murderous pounding of her tender ass flesh, she wished that he would take out his prick from her hole and get as far away from her as he could.
The semen started to drip out of her asshole and run down her body. She felt herself covered with come as her ass couldn't contain even half the sperm he poured into her.
His cock was still firmly ensconced within her rectum. It was still dripping gism, and she tried to pull away from him in an effort to free herself of his hard masculine presence.
"Not so fast," he said, "Did I hurt you?"
"Yes."
"Good. That's what comes from being a whore," he said with a malicious snicker.
"I am not a whore," she replied simply.
"Well," said Arnie, "then what I did will go to show you what I will do to you, if you ever become one."
"Fuck you, mister," she snarled back. The gall of that man. The outright savagery! Whatever in the world possessed her to love that crumb? How could she love a man who was so cruel?
And yet she did. Somewhere in the depths of her soul was a need to be humiliated and hurt, and Arnie was fulfilling that need. Admirably. But the human body and spirit can take just so much punishment, and Alicia resolved that she would not take anymore.
She made a decision that under other circumstances would have pleased Arnie. She decided not to continue school. Though it would be her last year, and her parents would strenuously object, she would quit and get a job. But she would not live with Arnie. Alicia made a mental note to call the bus terminal.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was a good thing that Alicia managed to save some money from the meagre pittance she received from Arnie. It was enough to purchase a bus ticket to Crescent City.
Crescent City was not necessarily the place that Alicia wanted to go. It was the destination of the first bus out, and she wanted so desperately to leave, that she gave no thought as to where she would go or what she would do when she got there.
She refused to go back to her parents. She realized that it would be necessary for her to maintain her independence, something she could not do at home. No, she would have to find a job and get her own place and try to pick up the pieces of her life before the housekeeper came along and swept them into the trash.
Crescent City was, to Alicia, huge. The buildings were so tall and there were so many of them. She thought there might be one hotel for her to stay at, but now she was faced with a choice. Where should she go?
She checked her purse. She had enough money to last for about two weeks before she had to have a job, assuming that she could find a place to stay at modest cost.
The posh hotels looked swell, and had prices to match. Out of the question. The cheap hotels were cheap in more ways than one, and they too, were not to be considered.
She was tired. Perhaps she had been hasty. No. She mustn't think like that. She was learning to become a very determined young woman, and she was glad that she finally was able to get up and go. She would find a place, no question of that.
Alicia was becoming tired. She had to find a place to stay and fast. Ten hotels were rejected for various reasons mostly to do with price or accommodations, and Alicia was about to go back to one of the expensive ones just for one night so she could rest up, when she chanced upon a decently maintained though older hotel, the Carrollton.
The clerk at the desk looked like he was asleep. Alicia had to knock hard on the counter to gain his attention.
"Yes?" he asked wearily.
"I'd like a room please. How much are they?"
"For yourself?"
"Yes."
"Ten dollars."
"I'll take it, please. I'm very tired."
"You can't."
"Why?" Alicia was beginning to get upset. All the other places she would consider staying in charged more than double that.
"Because we're all full up."
"You've got to have just one room tucked away somewhere," she said desperately. 'I've just got to get a room."
"Where would I hide a room?" he asked sarcastically. "In my pocket?"
"I don't know where," she said. "I'm tired. I've been walking around all day. Please, you've got to help me."
The clerk eyed her carefully. He grinned slyly to himself. "Well," he said slowly, "perhaps there is something I could do for you."
"I knew it," said Alicia, too tired to sound triumphant.
"Room 306." He handed her a key, but she did not notice that it was not taken off the key rack.
"Thanks," she said. "Shall I sign for it?" she asked.
"No, no, that's not necessary, I mean not now. Since you re so tired, we can take care of that later."
"Thank you," she said. The clerk signalled a bellhop, but whispered something into his ear before he let the boy take up Alicia's luggage. The boy smiled, and asked Alicia to follow him.
He turned the key in the door. Alicia was halfway into the room before she noticed that the room was not empty. Someone was staying there, though no one was in at the moment.
"I think there's been some mistake," she said, turning to leave.
"No, it's okay," said the bellboy. "The room actually belongs to a travelling salesman who is away. Willie, the clerk, said there was no room, and he was right. But he gave you someone's room for this night."
"Isn't that wrong?" asked Alicia.
"Oh, Mr. Smith doesn't mind," said the clerk. He grinned at her, and left Alicia bewildered. She was too tired to argue further, and, tossing a few pairs of dirty socks off the bed, collapsed in a heap and fell asleep.
She was soundly asleep when the door opened and Willie, the desk clerk walked in. He was quite proud of his little scheme. She had taken up residence in his own room and for several minutes, he gazed longingly at her restful body sprawled out over the bed.
Willie hadn't ever been so close to such a pretty girl in a long time. He never married, and had taken a job in the hotel in order to meet lots of girls, but most of them came with an escort, and those that didn't, he didn't want either.
Willie was approaching forty, and his hair, or what was left of it, was turning gray. He wasn't bad looking, and probably could have many girlfriends if he approached them honestly, instead of trying to find ways to force them to submit to him.
He flicked the light on. Alicia didn't stir. She was really deep in sleep, and he wondered just what he could do to her before she would awaken. His whole body raced with excitement just thinking about it.
Willie sat down on the bed, watching Alicia's ripe breasts rise and fall as she breathed.
She was wearing a nightie, but as she tossed in her sleep, her breasts became partly exposed.
Willie's prick slowly started to get hard. She was so pretty, he told himself, that he wasn't going to remain under control for very long.
His dick began to press hard against his pants. He placed a hand on his zipper and felt the meat begging to be freed.
His eyes glanced downwards towards her golden nest. The covers partially prevented his getting a fuller view, and he gently pulled them back, and gazed intently at her luscious hairy bush.
Willie slowly began to massage his prick and balls. They were warm and ready for action, and he slowly started to unzip his fly, reaching into his pants to take his meat out.
His prick pulsated rapidly poised over her sleeping body. Slowly, he stroked the shaft and felt his whole body tingling with pleasure.
The more he gazed at her beautiful body, the stiffer his prick became, and the more tempted he got to just touch her, if ever so briefly.
One of her nipples was exposed completely, and he pressed the tip of his dick against it. She stirred slightly, and he withdrew instantly.
Again, he wanted to touch her with his dick, and he now tried to press it between her legs. She might not feel it, he told himself, and he would come shortly after doing it.
As his penis rubbed against her delicate skin, she appeared to open her eyes briefly. "Is that you Arnie?" she asked dreamily.
"Yes," replied Willie after a pause.
"Oh, Arnie," she sighed softly. It was as if she was in a state halfway between waking and sleepfulness. She reached out and embraced Willie. His prick pressed hard against her belly, and she sighed with pleasure as his balls started to squeeze against her.
"Fuck me, Arnie," she moaned. "Oh, please fuck me!"
Willie was taken aback. He desperately wanted to fuck this luscious girl, but he knew that such action might really awaken her, and then he could get into a lot of trouble.
Still, she was so gorgeous, and he so horny, that he decided to take the risk, and lowered his body so that his hard-on was gently brushing against her tender pussy hairs.
Her breathing got heavier and heavier, and Willie thrust his cock into her hole as hard as he could.
She was juicing up quite rapidly. Her cunt honeys began to seep and ooze out of her hole, and his dick was very lubricated as he began to plunge it in and out of her channel.
His balls started to danced about wildly, slapping hard against her cunt. He was hot and getting hotter. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from ejaculating quickly, and he rammed his prick all the way into her so he could implant his semen as far into her as he could.
Her breasts were ripe and luscious as he licked them. He made her nipples as hard and stiff as was his cock, and he was beginning to forget that she was still half asleep, still thinking she knew the guy who was fucking her.
Willie's body started to tremble and shake. He rubbed his hand all over her soft delicate skin, feeling every nook and cranny, of her body. She responded with every touch, sighing and moaning louder and louder.
Her pussy was red hot now, and his prick was throbbing painfully. He was about to come, and he felt as if his whole body was about to erupt into hers.
Suddenly, his body lurched, and his cock emitted hot thick waves of his steamy sperm. She clawed at him wildly as his prick stimulated her clit even in sleep.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, fuck me!" She could feel the juicy foam filling up her sugar bowl and she thrashed about with him, squeezing her legs together to put even greater pressure on his blood-gorged and spewing cock.
"Ohhh, you're hot!" he muttered. "Oh, baby, get fucked!" His gism still kept spurting out of his prick, but now it was beginning to ooze out of her cunt and drip onto her body. Her pussy hairs were covered with come, and his balls were quite wet.
He watched her body sprawl out over the bed, though this time she gently placed her hand between her legs. She had a most pleasant expression on her face, and whoever this Arnie was, he thought, he must be a lucky guy.
Willie chose to spend the night outside his room. He usually stayed with Ben, the bellboy whenever he had a girl in his room and didn't want her to wake up and find him there.
In the morning, Alicia awoke, telling herself she had a really marvelous dream. Perhaps she should go back to Arnie. She felt she still loved him, and maybe they could patch things up.
She wondered why she smelled come, and then thought that it must have been the dream that caused her to think she smelled it. It was one of the best dreams she ever had.
She wondered why this Mr. Smith wouldn't object to someone else using his room while he was away, and decided that he didn't know about it. Well, she wasn't going to be a goody-goody and say anything. It did provide her with a desperately needed place to sleep.
She went to take a shower, and discovered that her vagina was sticky. She attributed it to her own pussy juices leaking during her sleep, and washed away all traces of Willie's indiscretion.
Alicia knew she could lose no time in looking for a job, and she decided that before she went, she would insist upon getting a room of her own.
She dressed, and was about to pack her bags and contact the desk for another room when Ben, the bellboy, knocked on the door.
She opened it, and he apologized for arriving so early. "I just wanted to tell you that we found another room for you," said Ben.
"Oh, gee, thanks, I was just about to ask for it," she replied. "I'll get my things together."
Ben watched her carefully as she packed up her belongings. He was a handsome dark-haired young man who was always sure he got what he wanted, and now, what he wanted, he was looking at.
"Okay," she said. "I'm ready."
"I'll take that," he said, reaching for her suitcase. "You're going to be in room 519. And," he added, "no one but yourself will be in it, unless, of course," he chuckled, "You choose to make different arrangements."
Alicia followed Ben down the hall to the elevator. She was feeling quite good about herself, her, "dream" about Arnie having done much to revive her flagging spirits.
There was something about Ben that reminded her of Arnie. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but Ben, to her, seemed like Arnie without his mean streak, the way her husband had been before they were married.
"Thank you," she said graciously to Ben as he deposited her luggage in her room. "Let me get my purse," she said, eager to give him a very generous tip.
He smiled his toothy smile at her. "No need for that," he said. "It's a pleasure just being with you."
She was both surprised and pleased at that remark. Crescent City was not an unpleasant and unfriendly place after all.
Ben knew that he should be going, yet he was held in place as if by a magnet. He stared at her up and down, looking at her as if she were nude, imagining that she really was.
Alicia invited him to sit down for a bit. "If I had any liquor, I'd offer you a drink," she said amiably.
"Thanks, but it's awfully early in the morning," he said. Suddenly, Alicia realized that she had arisen early with the sole purpose of finding a job. Earning a living was imperative now, and she really had to get going. But Alicia didn't want to leave just then. She was transfixed by him as much as he was by her.
His uniform made him all the more attractive, she thought. His dark curly hair made him look virile and sensuous, and his dark almond-shaped eyes seemed to penetrate her very soul.
Had Alicia been a bit more observant, she would have noticed a slight stirring underneath the tightly-fitted bellhop trousers. Between the boy's legs, was a cock that was getting ready for some sweet and hard action.
Ben felt his heart pounding wildly. He knew she was a sexy girl when he brought her up to Willie's room, but now, looking at her really carefully, he felt as if she was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Ben's dong slowly pushed the fabric of his pants upwards. He tried to cover himself, so that Alicia wouldn't notice he had a hard-on and demand that he leave her room, but in his effort to place his hand over his fly, he drew attention to it, and she gasped when she saw how much flesh he must possess to create a bulge that large.
He looked awkward and embarrassed. For a moment, the thought he should run out of the room, but when he realized that Alicia seemed very interested in what he had to offer, he relaxed, sat back on the sofa and removed his hand from the front of his body.
She saw now just how much meat he must have considering the size of his bulge. She could feel her own pussy becoming excited, and Ben picked up her tension.
His penis was throbbing wildly now. Alicia was transfixed by that luscious pounding going on underneath his clothes, and she moved her legs back and forth as if trying to contain her cunt honeys from dripping out.
Alicia started to breathe heavily. Her whole body was trembling with excitement and she didn't pull back when Ben reached out and touched her hand.
He drew her towards him, and she went willingly. Her body was covered with sweat. Her heart was pounding wildly. She felt his body slightly touching hers, and she nearly fainted in his arms.
The memory of Arnie was quite strong, and each time she closed her eyes, she imagined that it was her husband who was overpowering her. Ben's hand gently touched her tits. She could suddenly feel her nipples becoming aroused, and when Ben touched them inside her blouse, she nearly cried with delight.
Her cunt could not stop its flowing now. She was hot and getting hotter. Ben's dick was as hard as it could get, and he put her hand on top of his fly, and she squeezed so hard, that Ben grimaced in pain.
"Rub it gently," he whispered. "Don't break it off."
She smiled. She had gotten completely carried away. She started to rub his cock slowly now, pressing down just a bit, giving both of them great pleasure.
His dick was sticking up through his pants and he stood up to remove his clothes completely. She watched in fascination as he slowly took off his shirt and revealed to her an extraordinary set of muscles that would have made Mr. America look like a ninety-pound weakling.
Her pussy went wild. She began to ooze with so much juice that the sofa in the hotel room was getting quite wet.
Her nipples were hard, and he played with them as he removed her blouse. Her body was feeling damp and warm as she sweated slightly in anticipation of what was to come.
He massaged her tits with one hand while he completely removed her skirt and panties with the other. He refused to let her help him, preferring that she simply lie back and let his hands touch her all over.
Her soaking wet panties were removed slowly, and he fondled her cunt hairs gently. She began to softly moan as his fingers casually touched the entrance to her body, and when he gingerly inserted a finger between her glistening pussy lips, she started to gasp with ecstasy.
"Fuck me," she whispered to him as she gazed at his hard shaft, poised right up above her pussy. "Please fuck me, Ben. I want it so badly. Please!"
He smiled. He knew how desperately she needed his cock and balls, and he was thrilled to be able to give it all to her, to plug her up with all of his meat.
Alicia reached out and ran her fingers up and down his pulsating shaft. She could feel the blood racing through it, and tried to pull his cock closer to her to speed up the action. Her cunt was desperately craving his hard-on within its hot walls, and she couldn't stand the slow deliberate pace that Ben was taking.
"Don't rush me," said Ben only slightly annoyed. He knew his technique wasn't fast enough for some girls, but they always realized later that his slow and steady approach always made their pussies feel hotter and wetter than they felt with anyone else.
His prick finally started to slide between the folds of her pussy, and she sighed with ecstasy as he forced his way in.
His prick was really thick, and there was a moment when she thought he would be unable to actually fit between her legs, but that fear was dispelled as she realized her cunt could be opened up wider than she had ever thought.
As the huge organ slid deeper and deeper. into her cunt hole, she felt herself twisting about with great passion. Her entire being seemed transformed as this guy's huge prick began to pump in and out of her pussy, and she wanted to become part of him, feeling that their two bodies were becoming one.
His balls slid right up to her pussy entrance, and when he started to pump her, those balls slapped and banged hard against her female flesh.
Her lubricants flowed quite rapidly now. She sighed with ecstasy and moaned loudly as his cock was getting all greased up, managing to plunge still deeper into her hole.
His powerful chest pressed hard against her tits. She could feel her nipples rubbing against his, and he nearly crushed her with his weight and strength.
She didn't care, though. He was really ramming her good and hard, and the harder he fucked her, the better she liked it. This boy could do anything to her, anything he wanted, and it would be perfectly all right with her.
His penis plunged in and out of her craving hole. Her pussy was reddened with the massaging it was getting, and she clasped her arms under his ass as if to pull him into her to even greater depths. She wanted him to possess her entire body.
She felt her ass thumping against the sofa. The juices were running out of her slit, and dribbling down the side of her leg, and the level of hot pleasure mounted higher and higher.
He pressed his lips to hers, and they embraced in a wildly passionate kiss. His tongue searched the insides of her mouth. She bit his tongue gently and felt a slight sensation of feeling as if she were sucking on his enormous prick. She wished that she could suck his prick in addition to being fucked by it, and she desperately hoped that he was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him His dick was pumping more and more rapidly as he approached his boiling point. She could feel her hot syrups flowing faster and faster and his prick smashed all the way into her slit.
"Fuck me harder!" she gasped, her body knowing no bounds for hot pleasure. "Oh, Ben, fuck me much harder! do it, Ben!"
His dick filled up her hole with its massive amount of flesh, and the walls of her pussy were stretched out as far as they could be. She placed her Fingers on his balls and kneaded them, making sure that they would release every ounce of hot gism that they contained.
Ben's body began to quiver and shake. He started to pump her hole faster and faster, until he was unable to stop his pounding.
She could feel his prick heating up within her pussy. She knew that he was going to climax, and she could feel her own clit driving her crazy as it was being stimulated by the action of his pecker.
"Get fucked, baby!" he cried.
His hot gism spurted out of his dick and raced into her craving cunt hole. She screamed with delight as she felt his warm thick cream pouring into her. It flowed out of the tip of his dick and plugged up her hole.
His balls danced wildly as they released their store of semen. Her pussy juices mixed with his sperm and together, they flowed within and without her cunt. She could feel their syrups pouring out of her pussy and dribbling down the side of her body.
He bit her hard on the mouth. She loved it, as she loved anything that he did to her, and his whole body seemed to be pouring into hers.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, as the guy slowly began to withdraw his meat from her slit.
The last of the juice dripped out of his dick as he pulled out of her hole. She reached for it with her hand and when she got enough of his sperm on her fingers, she licked them. It tasted good, and she knew then that she wanted to be able to sometime taste more of his delicious cream.
Her eyes shone with excitement and gratitude. Her whole body had been thoroughly filled with hot pleasure. His body was still as stunning to her as it had been before, and she wished that he could remain with her all the time.
He began to put his pants back on, and she hated to see his cock and balls disappear underneath his uniform. She wished that he would never leave her, but she hoped that he would be back.
Her body still could feel his cock pumping in and out of her, and it was a feeling she never wanted to lose. She couldn't bring herself to get dressed, and she lay back on the sofa, still completely nude, her pussy still oozing with her lubricants and his gism as he clothed himself completely.
He turned to leave, looking back to smile at her. She had never felt so good after sex, not even with Arnie. There was something special and mysterious about this young man, and Alicia knew that she would not be able to forget him, no matter what happened to her now. It was more than his cock and balls.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You'll be here for a bit?" he asked.
"You mean now?"
"Well, now and later. How long are you planning to stay in the hotel?"
"As long as I can afford the room rent," she said.
"I hope that's a very long time," he replied. Suddenly, just as Ben was about to go, Alicia jumped up.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I've got to go job hunting today." She raced around to find her clothes.
"You have an appointment with someone?" asked Ben.
"No. I wish I did. I'm going to have to spend all my time looking for something, anything. I promised myself I would set out early today."
"You don't think we wasted that time, do you?" he asked with a sly grin.
She smiled back. "Oh no," she said. "It was wonderful. But I really have got to get going now."
"What sort of work you looking for?" asked Ben.
"Oh, anything," she answered. "Anything legit," she added.
He smiled at her. "Oh, I wouldn't want you to do anything illegal," he said. "Your pussy is too precious for that."
She blushed. "I wouldn't do that," she said. "But I would do almost anything else."
"Can you type?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Well, one of the guys who used to stay here is a friend of mine. He has an office with several secretaries. Maybe he could use you. I know he frequently asks me if I know anyone who is looking for a job."
"Oh, really?" asked Alicia, who was getting quite excited at the prospect of perhaps not having to pound the pavements after all.
"Sure. Let me give you his phone number. I'll call him now and tell him to expect your call. Here," he said, writing it all down. "His name is Ed Willis, and he runs the company. He's president of Crescent City Industrial Company."
"Thanks," said Alicia. "Thanks very much."
"Give him a call after twelve," said Ben. "By then, I'll have told him to expect your call."
Ben left Alicia feeling elated for many reasons now. She was sure she had made the right decision to come here and find work on her own. She would call her folks and tell them everything just as soon as she got a job.
She showered and got dressed. She felt really good about herself, and was ready to go out to meet Mr. Willis just as soon as she could. She watched the clock until it was exactly noon. She then dialed the number that Ben had given her.
"Mr. Ed Willis please," said Alicia tentatively into the phone.
"One moment. Who is calling please?"
"Alicia Easton," was the reply.
She didn't have to wait long. Mr. Willis seemed very eager to see her, and he asked her to come up to his office immediately.
Whoever this Mr. Willis was, she liked him right away. He sounded really nice over the phone and she was sure she would get the job.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Willis," said Alicia upon entering the company headquarters.
"Name?"- "Alicia Easton."
"Ohhhh," smiled the secretary at the front desk. "Mr. Willis is expecting you. Go right in. He's at the end of the long corridor on the right."
Alicia was pleased. She was certainly being given the royal treatment. Ben must really be good friends with Ed Willis, and must have said very nice things about her to him.
She knocked on the door. "Come in," said a voice, the same one that was on the phone earlier.
Alicia entered softly. She gasped when she saw the office. The room was huge and plushly furnished. It wasn't just a desk and a chair but was even nicer than her living room at home.
There was a thick carpet on the floor, a huge wooden desk, several leather-covered chairs, and a huge sofa at one end. There were pictures of various rural scenes on the dark green walls, and the lighting fixtures were made of crystal.
The man behind the desk wasn't quite as young as Alicia had anticipated, but it didn't matter. He had a kindly look about him, and his greying hair around the temples made him look rather distinguished.
"You are Alicia Easton," he said more of a statement than a question.
"Yes. I would like a job here, Mr. Willis," she said not wasting any of her or his time.
"Well, good," said Mr. Willis. "Let's talk. Here, don't stand all the way over there. It's a big desk, and I feel like you're at the other end of the room when you stand there. Come here, and sit right next to me. We'll have a nice long intimate chat."
Alicia sat down in the chair that Mr. Willis drew up for her. She liked him, and wished that she wouldn't say or do anything that might cause him not to hire her.
"Can you type?" he asked, looking at her all over. It was clear that he wasn't as interested in her answer as he pretended to be.
"Yes, sir," she said. "Fifty words a minute."
"Good. Steno?"
"Ninety words a minute," she said. She knew her office skills weren't up to par, but she knew she could practice and get to be a really first class secretary.
"What else do you do?" he asked.
"I beg your pardon?" Alicia was confused.
"You type, you take steno. What else?"
"I-I don't think I understand. What else is there?"
Mr. Willis smiled. "Oh, there's plenty else. For instance, you know, to work here, or anywhere for that matter, you've got to be very cooperative."
"Oh, of course," exclaimed Alicia. "I'm a very cooperative girl."
"Yes," smiled Mr. Willis. "I knew you'd be. How much do you really want this job?" he asked her.
"I want it very much. I would do anything to get this job. You see, I left my husband, and I... "
"There's no need to go into that," said Mr. Willis. "But if you really wanted to get along here, you would have to learn to obey orders, even if you didn't want to. It's not that we run a slave ship here, but we do expect willingness and discipline."
"I understand perfectly," said Alicia, who thought she really did.
"I would also like to give you a typing test," said Mr. Willis. "Why don't you sit down at this small table over here, and I'll have a typewriter brought in."
"Oh, I could go outside and take the test if that would be easier," said Alicia. "You don't have to bother anyone to bring one in here."
"Actually, it would be better to have it in here. You see, I don't want anyone to distract you."
"I see. Well, thank you," said Alicia.
A guy brought in a typewriter and placed it on the table. He smiled at Mr. Willis and then turned to Alicia. "Keep those fingers in shape," he said.
"I will," said Alicia, wondering why the guy had said that.
"Okay, just copy this," said Mr. Willis, who handed her a sheet of paper with all sorts of sentences and figures on it. Alicia sat down and started to type, while Mr. Willis eyed her all over.
She had made a few mistakes, and was cursing them. "Just relax and take it easy," said Mr. Willis. "Maybe your fingers are stiff."
"I'm okay," she said, feeling embarrassed. Mr. Willis rubbed her hands but then let go of them, but positioned himself so that she accidentally brushed against the front of his trousers.
She was taken aback momentarily, thinking that she had touched an erect cock underneath his pants. In fact, she had, but she convinced herself it was perhaps a flashlight or something in his pocket.
"You're much too tense," he said to her. "You need to relax." He forced her to rub his cock up and down, and she became frightened and nervous.
"Just relax," he said, this time in a commanding voice. "Don't worry about the typing. It's more important that you learn to obey the orders of your superiors."
"But Mr. Willis!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
"Do you want this job?"
"Yes, but... "
"Then just relax. I don't like to argue with my employees. Ahhh, that feels good, doesn't it?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know... "
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he asked more firmly.
"Uh, I guess so," she said. She was very upset. This wasn't what she thought it would be like at all.
Her need of the job forced her to continue her stroking action. She managed to relax a bit, and she started to enjoy feeling the hard meat that was between his legs.
"Ahhh, that's it," exclaimed Mr. Willis, as he leaned back and slowly started to unzip his trousers.
He pushed her away for a moment and she felt that her ordeal was over. He must have just wanted to see if she would do what he said, he didn't really mean for her to go all the way with him.
She was wrong. He reached into his fly and pulled out his tool. She gawked at it for a moment which irritated Mr. Willis.
"Well?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Just do what you were doing before," he told her. "Just rub my cock. Ahhh, that's it, Alicia, just rub my cock really nice and easy."
She started to masturbate him, pulling hard on his elongated spear, and watched it get redder and redder. His balls flew about wildly, and she finally found herself enjoying what she was doing.
"Ohhh," he moaned. "Ohhh, rub it harder. Jerk me off, Alicia. I want to come! I want you to rub it so hard that I shoot all over the place. Come on, ahh, that's good! Your touch is so light, but firm! Ohh, rub it harder now! Ohh, that's good! That's very good!"
Mr. Willis started to sway, his body slowly being overcome by pleasure as she stroked his long hard spear over and over again.
Alicia was beginning to feel cozy herself, and her cunt lubricants were already starting to flow. She could feel her panties getting slightly wet as the cunt foam raced out of her slit, and the harder she rubbed his pecker, the more creams she felt pouring out of her hole.
"Rub my cock!" cried Mr. Willis, who was now leaning against the sofa, dragging Alicia along with him. "My balls too!" he panted. "I want you to squeeze my balls now! Ohhh, that's good!"
His body twisted and writhed as Alicia went wild rubbing his hard dong as far as she could. She had thought that he would try to get himself even more aroused by rubbing and pinching her tits the way many guys did, but Mr. Willis was content to let her do all the touching. She was quite good at it, and she realized that he was about to shoot. Her hands were very sensitive to his cock and balls.
He started to tremble and shake rapidly. "Ohhh, baby, jerk off that cock! I'm going to shoot, baby! Ohhhh!"
Mr. Willis nearly collapsed with pleasure, as she rubbed his prick so hard, his balls swung around really wildly. His semen spurted from the tip of his dick, and shot out all over the floor.
Much of his sperm shot out at Alicia, and she felt many drops of his gism on her cheek. His body still was wracked with pleasure, and she realized that her hand was entirely awash with his cream.
"Ohhh, that was good!" he exclaimed. "You are terrific, Alicia, you know that?"
"Thank you," she said modestly. She was completely soaked with Mr. Willis' semen. She wanted to ask him for a towel or something, but was afraid of offending him. She waited for him to offer something, but he just sat down on the sofa, his prick still dripping with his remaining juices, and smiled at her.
"I think I would like you to work for me," said Mr. Willis. "Would you like that?"
"Uh, sure," said Alicia, wondering if her job would call for other types of work too. She wished she didn't need the job so badly.
"Good," he said. "And you'll be my private secretary. You're really a talented girl." He sighed with relief as his prick finally went down and his was able to put it back into his pants. It still caused a bulge at the fly, and in a short time, a small wet spot appeared in front. He didn't care, and Alicia was forced to wipe her come-soaked hands on her own clothes. For the rest of the day, she smelled of semen.
When she got back to the hotel, she told Ben that she had gotten the job, but didn't tell of the particular test she had to take.
"That's great!" he said. "We'll have to celebrate. Do you like champagne?"
"Champagne?"
"Not just ordinary champagne. Bollinger '69. How about it? I've been saving this bottle for a special occasion."
"Sure," said Alicia. She was hungry, but figured that a small glass of champagne wouldn't hurt.
Ben came up to her room. "I've really got to get back to work, but I took off a couple of minutes. No one will miss me."
"Good," said Alicia. "Thanks for telling me about Mr. Willis."
"Sure," said Ben, as he carefully twisted the cork in the bottle so that it didn't explode and shower both of them with champagne.
Alicia sipped her sparkling wine slowly. Despite her care, it was going to her head right away, and she started to feel giddy.
"So you and Ed Willis got along okay. That's good. Everyone who works for him likes him. They say that if you do what he asks, he'll see that you're kept happy there."
"Yeah, I guess it will be all right."
"Did he give you a typing test?"
Alicia laughed. "That wasn't what he wanted me to do with my fingers. He couldn't give a shit less about how I typed."
"Oh?"
Alicia recalled what she had to do to get the job. She hadn't planned on telling anyone, but she figured what the hell. When she told Ben that she had to masturbate him, Ben laughed and laughed.
"The old fart," snickered Ben. "I bet he's afraid to stick it in a girl. He talks big about all the girls he's fucked, but now I wonder if he's fucked any of them. Christ, letting a girl jerk him off. I would never do that."
"I guess it turned him on or something. I didn't mind."
"It got you the job. Boy, I could never get off on that though. If I can't fuck a girl, the only thing I like is to get sucked off. That also turns me on, but it's at least sticking it into a girl, not just lying back and having done to you what you can do yourself."
Alicia was feeling really high by this point. She had helped herself to several more glasses of champagne, and she was having a grand time with Ben, talking about Mr. Willis.
"Was his cock fun to pull on?" asked Ben, whose own prick was starting to get hard by now.
"A bit."
"Was it big?"
"Not like yours. No cock can be as big as yours, Ben. You've got the biggest piece of meat I've ever seen."
Ben smiled. "And it's even bigger now," he said. "You really know how to turn guys on, Alicia. No wonder Mr. Willis liked you. You must have really jerked him off good. Just looking at you makes my prick as hard as a rock."
Alicia grinned and reached out to touch the bulging fabric that Ben had thrust at her. She now really felt hot between her legs, and was glad that she had met a guy like Ben. She would be feeling very lonely if he hadn't been there.
"That champagne was making me hungry," she said. "But I've got something good to eat right here."
Ben leaned back as Alicia unzipped his fly. She pressed her lips to the fabric of his pants and pulled the zipper down with her teeth.
She had forgotten just how thick and long Ben's penis was. When it sprang out of the hole she created with her mouth, she was momentarily taken aback as she realized that he was going to thrust his pecker into her mouth for her to suck on.
He grinned at her. Even with girls he had already fucked, the look on their faces as they once again saw the enormity of his meat pleased and amused him. He was proud of his big thick cock.
"Yummy!" she exclaimed as he pressed the tip of his enormous shaft right up against her lips. "I'm going to eat your big cock all up!"
She giggled.
"You eat that cock and you know what I'll do?"
"What?"
"I'll eat you," he said with a grin. "I'll suck out every drop of your creamy hot juices, that's what I'll do. I'll suck your cunt until it's dry, baby!"
"I'll suck you dry first," she said, feeling her juices already starting to get her panties soaked.
She licked the tip of his dick, her tongue darting out and coating his piss slit with her saliva. His cock head was so enormous that all by itself it filled up a good portion of her mouth.
She closed her lips around his dick head and used her tongue to touch every spot. She could feel the blood pounding within his hard masculine member and she slowly opened her mouth so that her lips slid down his elongated spear until as much of his cock as could fit was inside her mouth.
"Ohhh!" she moaned. She felt such exquisite pleasure at sucking off Ben, that she wanted to stay with him forever if only he would want her to. His balls were slowly pressing towards her chin, and she felt as if her whole body wanted to take in his cock and balls.
She began to rub her own tits, causing her nipples to become hard and stiff.
"Ohhh, suck it, Alicia!" cried Ben. "Oh, baby, your tongue is so fucking hot!"
He swayed back and forth as his prick went in and out of her face. She licked every inch of his hard meat, and she wished that she could get his entire prick and his balls into her mouth.
His cock was getting wetter and hotter. He started to pump even faster, and Alicia reached her hand around underneath his balls and started to rub his creamy ass buns.
He smashed his prick into her face. "Suck that cock!" he cried. He was hotter than he thought, and he was almost ready to come. She really was such a turn-on, that he felt he would be able to come several times in the next hour, just so long as she was the one making him shoot.
"Mmm," murmured Alicia, feeling his hot prick nearing the wild exploding point. "Oh, it's so fucking hot and good!"
She squeezed his balls with her fingers, and continued to use her hand to guide his oversized meat in and out of her mouth.
His prick seemed to slowly go further into her face until she could almost feel it pressing against the back of her mouth. The tip of his cock could almost be swallowed, she thought, and she continued to suck harder and harder, as Ben's groans grew louder and louder.
"Suck that prick!" he screamed. "Alicia, suck it!"
He rammed his penis all the way into her face. His balls were now pressed up against her lips, and for a moment, she thought she was going to gag on his enormous organ. His body twisted and writhed and he pumped really hard as his balls bounded around at her mouth.
His body trembled and his cries got louder. Suddenly, he smashed his dick into her face and began to shout. "I'm coming, baby!" he yelled.
His body oscillated back and forth as his sperm jetted out of his prick. The thick white jobs of creamy gism spewed out so fast that it flooded Alicia's mouth until she could neither swallow it nor contain it, and the semen dripped out of her mouth and ran down her cheeks.
Her chin was also covered with his masculine cream. She swallowed hard and still there was more gism to be had. It was as if his entire cock was a reservoir of come.
When Ben was ready to slide his dick out of her mouth, she protested by holding up a hand. She wanted to keep his meat inside her face as long as she could, feeling his warm organ possessing her.
"Don't go, Ben," she said. "Please don't go." , He smiled warmly at her. "I must," he said. "They'll probably be wondering what happened to me by now, but don't worry, I'll be back, you can count on it."
He slid his cock out of her mouth and put it back inside his pants. She gazed longingly at his organ until she could see nothing more of it but the bulge it caused in his pants. "I really like you," she said. "I like you very much."
She had thought of using the word "love" but the last person she had said that to had hurt her, and it was as if the word itself was responsible for the pain.
"I like you too," said Ben, who patted his crotch as he said it. "And we like you."
She ached for a little love as she watched Ben go, her hands slowly reaching between her legs. Her pussy was hot and it too needed some good hard loving.
CHAPTER NINE
Alicia listened to Ben's footsteps as they got fainter and fainter. He was gone but two minutes, and already she missed him. She wished she could have felt his hard prick sliding in and out of her pussy, and she was slowly starting to finger-fuck herself, pretending that it was really Ben's dick that was giving her such extraordinary pleasure.
"Fuck me, Ben!" she cried aloud. There was no one to hear her, but she still talked aloud as if he were right there.
Her pussy juices flowed wildly. She felt her finger ramming her slit and told herself it was really Ben's meat that was fucking her. She needed hard cock right now, but Ben had to go, and all she had left was herself.
Her juices made her cunt quite wet, and she could even smell cock mixed in with the smell of pussy as she diddled herself. She writhed on her bed, closing her eyes, and picturing Ben's enormously hard and erect cock right there before her.
"Fuck me, oh, please fuck me!" she cried, as her fingers raced faster and faster, driving her ass hard against the mattress. "I want your cock, Ben. Oh, please I want it!"
Her whole body was thrashing about, as her hands worked quickly to provide the needed relief. Her cunt was sore, but she didn't care. All she wanted was hard cock, and, lacking that, did the best she could under the circumstances.
Her clit was being stimulated almost as much as if she was really being fucked. The waves of pleasure that coursed through her body had only met their equal when it was Ben's prick that was providing the hard joy that she felt.
She screamed louder and louder as her vagina seemed to nearly explode with orgasmic fury. Her juices were pouring out of her cunt at their fastest possible rate, and she cried with delight as she climaxed in a steaming mound of pleasure.
She would have to have Ben again. She would simply have to be fucked by him. His body, even in absentia, thrilled her more than anyone else had ever done, even Arnie.
As she slowly cooled down, she began to return to reality. She had finally landed a job, though she didn't quite know how she would get along with Mr. Willis. She supposed she would jerk him off whenever he asked her to. It was harmless enough, and he really wasn't a bad man.
Her folks, however, had no idea where she was, and so she reached for the telephone. They had been frantic, because Arnie had told them that she had walked out, but she told her parents where she was, and made them swear on a stack of bibles that they wouldn't tell her husband where she was.
At least they didn't threaten to come and get her. Her father was like that. Sometimes she wondered if she shouldn't have told the authorities that he had fucked her, or at least told her mother, but he inspired such fear in her, that she, to this day, remained silent to all except Arnie.
She was about to get dressed and go out to find a place to eat, when there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?"
"Me," said a voice. She recognized Ben's voice, and immediately opened it. It was Ben all right, but not the lively and cheerful Ben she knew.
"What's wrong?" asked Alicia, who sensed that there was something very wrong with Ben.
"I got the axe," he said mournfully. "They kicked me out."
Alicia was shocked. "Whatever for?"
He grinned. "This," he said, pointing to his fly. She looked puzzled. "I was here too long," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, and she was being genuine about that.
"Don't be. It was my fault, and besides, it was worth it."
"It took all this time to tell you you were fired?" Ben's smile vanished.
"Uh, yes," he said. Actually, it wasn't because Alicia sucked him off that he got fired, it was because as soon as he left Alicia, he went to another girl's room and started to fuck her. He was caught in the middle of it by the girl's husband and was not only threatened with bodily harm, which he escaped by making a quick getaway, he was reported to the management that fired him.
"Oh, gee, Ben, I'm really sorry. Is there anything I could do? Could I tell the management I'll move out unless you get rehired?"
"Nah, I hate this old dump anyway. I'll find another job. The only problem is that I had a place to stay here, but when the job went, so did my free room."
"Oh, that's no problem," said Alicia. "You can stay here."
"That's not allowed," said Ben.
"So who will know? They don't know you're here, do they?"
"No."
"Good. Then stay. Could we get away from this place for dinner and then sneak back in?"
"I guess so. I could say I'm coming in to pick up my stuff."
"Good. Is that all right with you?"
"Terrific," said Ben, who was now smiling again. He wasn't so much interested in staying with Alicia as he was in finishing up with her what he had started with that other girl. After dinner, he had plans to get into Alicia's pussy again.
They returned from dinner feeling very tipsy. Ben had insisted upon ordering wine with the meal, and this, coupled with the champagne, had made both of them very high.
It was quite late when they got in and Ben managed to sneak by the front desk without giving any explanations as to where he was going and why. They crept into her room and sat down on the sofa and thought they had been really clever in sneaking Ben in.
Alicia stretched out on the sofa. She was tired and had to begin working for Mr. Willis in the morning. She was somewhat happier now than she had been in recent times, and gazed fondly at Ben's face as he bent over her to kiss her.
He held her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. Her body felt the warmth from his and she pressed herself closely to him.
His grasp was strong, and even if she wanted to get away, she wouldn't have been able to. But she just wanted him to hold her and make her feel good all over.
He climbed onto the sofa on top of her and they two of them lay quite still until she could feel the stirrings between his legs pressing into her body. She suddenly realized that she wanted him to possess her, all over her, and she felt her cunt juices starting to run.
Now that she had a job and he was out of work, she could support him. She didn't mind. In fact, she would enjoy it, going off to work every day, leaving Ben in the room to do whatever he wanted.
His dick pressed into her, and as he slowly began to remove his pants, she suddenly felt a great longing that she couldn't define. She hoped that Ben's prick would be able to satisfy her the way it had done in the past.
His cock seemed so huge that she eagerly started to remove her own clothes. She wanted that cock to be inside her. She couldn't wait. As soon as she would be fucked, then everything would be all right.
"Fuck me," she whispered to him. "Oh, Ben, I want you. I want you to fuck me and make me happy all the time. Promise me you'll always want to fuck me. Promise me that, Ben."
He gazed into her eyes. "I love fucking you," he said. "You're a really great girl and your pussy is so hot and wet my cock loves it."
Alicia closed her eyes and relaxed. If Ben loved fucking her, he must love her, and everything would work out all right. She knew that she could now cope with whatever problems befell her so long as Ben was there to make things all right again.
His balls were filled to the brim with his hot juice and she pressed her hand against them. There was so much of his flesh that she would be totally and completely possessed.
Her cunt was spilling over with her lubricating juices. With Ben, the anticipation as much as the reality was able to cause her to ooze and flow with hot syrups. Her reddened pussy glistened in the light as she became coated with her own liquid.
He kissed her gently. She felt her entire body melting into his, and Alicia spread her legs wide as if his body could enter hers and disappear.
His huge dick head started to drill between her legs. He lost no time in plunging all the way in, and he started to pump so rapidly that she felt slight spasms of pain because his prick was so huge.
Still, she loved it. His huge dick began to pound her harder and harder, and to Alicia, it meant that he must really love her.
She felt her hot syrups pouring out of her pussy. His spear was very well lubricated now and he pumped so hard that she felt as if his prick was going to break right through her cunt walls and slide all the way up into the rest of her body.
His balls slapped her pussy hard. He was tearing through her as if she was made of tissue paper. Her body was being ripped apart at the seams, and yet the harder he fucked her, the more she wanted it.
Their bodies were covered with sweat. He slipped and slided all over her, his powerful chest pressing into her tits, nearly squashing them completely.
Her nipples were stiff and hard, and she desperately wanted Ben to suck on them, to consume her entirely. Everything she had, everything she was, was his. She was his slave and he could even destroy her if he so chose. Her pussy was being offered up to him and he accepted the sacrifice.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck me harder! Oh Ben, you make me feel so good! I want all of your cock Ben! Do it harder! Do it faster!"
The note of desperation did not go unnoticed by Ben.
He knew he had complete power over this girl and it pleased him. He would be able to take from her whatever he pleased.
His penis became hotter and harder as he fucked her. The blood was being pumped into his shaft at increasing speed and he could feel his come ready to rise up through the meat and spurt out into her slit.
He started to lick her tits. His teeth were sharp and the slight jabs of pain inflicted on her nipples only served to make him more wild and more aggressive in his pursuit of his orgasm.
She was begging desperately for it now. His cock was the biggest one she had ever had inside her hole, but she wanted more. She wanted to be totally possessed by cock. Her whole life needed to be possessed by cock.
"I'm gonna come baby!" cried Ben, feeling his prick beginning to bum up with fire. "I'm gonna shoot you full of cream baby!"
"Yes, yes!" cried Alicia.
Alicia's vagina was reaching the incendiary stage. It was as if her cunt was turning into a volcano and it was about to erupt.
Ben's dong rubbed against her clit and it was sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through her body. His prick slid in and out of her hole, his balls banging hard against her cunt lips, and her flowing honeys were pouring rapidly out of her hole, coating his cock and balls and her own pubic area with their sweet wetness.
Ben's body started to shake. He was becoming uncontrollable. His dick bore through her like a drill bit and she didn't even care that it felt as if he was ripping right through her and tearing through to the other end.
"Ohhhh! Get fucked Alicia! Ohhhhh! I'm coming baby!"
His dick erupted wildly. The thick hot jets of hot creamy foam poured out of his dick and flooded her hole. She could feel the warmth of his gism coating her cunt walls, and she cried with hysterical delight as her clit sent her into paroxysms of erotic frenzy.
His balls danced wildly in the air, landing hard against her twat. She pulled him into her even closer, afraid that perhaps he might slide out of her hole at the wrong moment.
His pecker couldn't stop spurting. Torrents of hot male cream raced out of his cock and nearly drowned her cunt. His cream thoroughly entwined with her honey and slipped slowly out of her hole. The puddle of comes on the sofa was great and they continued to thrash about as if there could be no end to their delight.
But slowly, things died down. His cock lingered inside her hole after he shot for only a moment and then he gracefully withdrew, having both won her body and lost his vital juices.
It was late, and they were both tired. "Please stay with me," asked Alicia. Ben smiled. It was what he wanted her to say. Though she had offered her room earlier, he wanted to hear over and over again how much she needed him. It gave him a feeling of power over her.
They climbed into the bed and held each other tightly. Alicia felt secure as Ben's powerful arms were wrapped around her, and Ben lay awake wondering what he was going to do with this girl once his lust for her had been satisfied.
Alicia fell asleep promptly. It took Ben a little longer, but just as soon as they were both in a deep sleep, there was a knock on the door.
Neither one heard it at first and the pounding continued for some time. Ben was the first to awaken and he listened in fear, sure that it was the hotel management coming to throw him out into the street.
"Alicia, are you in there?" Well, it wasn't the hotel management. Whoever it was knew Alicia.
Ben was about to open the door and then caught his reflection in the mirror. He was nude. He went into the bedroom and put on a robe. He figured he had better awaken Alicia. Ben was in no mood for a fight, if whoever was at the door chose to pick one.
"What is it?" she asked sleepily.
"Not what. Who. Someone is at the door asking for you."
"Me?"
"Well, perhaps someone else by the name of Alicia," replied Ben.
Alicia got up, put on the robe that Ben was wearing, since it was hers, or more accurately Arnie's, and went to see who was there.
"It's me," said a male voice. Alicia went pale.
"How did you find me?" she asked with fear in her voice.
"Let me in and I'll tell you." he replied. It was Arnie. He had tracked her down.
"No. I don't want to see you," she said.
"Who is it?" asked Ben.
"Sssh." She turned back to the door. "Go away."
"I won't hurt you. I promise."
Alicia unlatched the door. She had quite forgotten that she was not alone in her room.
Arnie entered. He was looking ragged and tired. "How'd you get up into the hotel?" she asked.
"Security here is awful. You ought to move out." he wandered into the bedroom and stopped suddenly in his tracks. "Oh, sorry." He quickly closed the door. "Who was that?"
"A friend. What do you want?"
"You."
"I'm sorry, Arnie, I don't want to see you. Now please leave."
"Look, I don't care who you're with. I've come to apologize for the way I've treated you."
"How did you find me?"
"I can't say. If you come back with me, I promise you can finish school and do whatever you want. I miss you, Alicia."
"I finally got a job, Arnie, and I want to stay here. I wasn't very happy with you."
"You were at first. Things will be better now, I promise you."
Alicia didn't answer. Arnie's coming over had thrown her mind into a state of complete chaos. She was at a loss as to know what to do.
"I'm going now, Alicia. But please think about it. You don't have to promise me anything okay? But I wanted to tell you that I miss you and that I love you very much."
Arnie turned and left. Alicia closed the door slowly. She was utterly confused.
Ben was relieved that he didn't have to fight. There were very few things worth fighting over, thought Ben, and Alicia wasn't one of them.
"Hey, come back to bed," said Ben. "I've got something for you." Ben started to stroke his meat, his energy having returned somewhat. His penis started to get hard, but Alicia didn't seem too interested.
"Come on," he begged. "Get into bed. I want to give you something really special."
She climbed into bed automatically, her mind still on what had just happened. She had been sure that Arnie was as glad to be rid of her as she was to leave, but now she was simply at a loss to explain events. Did he really want her back? Did she want him? She didn't know the answers to these questions.
"Here, take a look at this!" he exclaimed as he stroked his now stiffened meat. "It's hard, baby, and it's hard for you."
She looked at his hard prick, but she didn't respond to it. She saw Arnie's cock when she looked at Ben's and she wasn't quite sure what to do with it.
He started to rub his meat over her body. She had removed the robe and was now completely nude again, and, with his eyes on her bruised and reddened pussy, he began to stroke his dick back and forth, waiting for her to beg to be fucked again. All females always wanted his cock and balls. That was the philosophy by which he lived.
His balls were swinging in the air as he massaged his meat. He couldn't understand why she wasn't responding. She had told the other guy to leave so what was the problem now?
"Don't you want my cock and balls?" he asked her. "I'm hard for you baby! I want you to get really fucked!"
She looked blankly at him. "Do you love me?" she asked Ben finally.
"What?"
"Do you love me? I must know."
"I sure love fucking you. We are going to have some great times together, Alicia. You've got the swingingest pussy I've ever seen."
Alicia was silent. She didn't know what to think. Ben was really good in bed, but perhaps that was all he was good for.
"Come on, baby, let's swing. I'm hard for you!"
He continued to stroke his meat, with Alicia idly watching him. She had no interest at the moment and wished that he would get up and leave.
Ben reached out and massaged her tits. Maybe that was what she needed to get started. She would enjoy getting her nipples rubbed. She was always turned on by that in the past.
"I want to fuck you," he said. "My dick will never get tired of fucking your hole. I want to ram right through you. I want to rip up your fucking hot and wet cunt!"
Alicia made a tentative effort to touch his balls, but she put no life in it. His cock was hot, but she was making no effort to get it hotter.
Ben rubbed and Ribbed. He started to press his dick against her pussy hairs, but she moved away. She couldn't respond, and her cunt juices simply would not flow as before.
His balls were ready to release their liquid and he couldn't stop now. He begged her to open her body to him, to spread her legs for his cock and balls, but she was motionless.
He continued to jerk himself off. He grabbed hold of her nipples, and squeezed them harder than he really intended to. He was so horny and hot that he would have grabbed anything to make himself feel good.
His balls swung about wildly. "I want to fuck you, baby!" he cried. "My dick is on fire! I want to rip right through your fucking cunt!"
His hand went back and forth faster and faster. She could smell come as the first droplets of semen appeared at the tip of his dick head.
She fixed her eyes on his meat, but would not assist him in climaxing his pleasure.
His body was being wracked by spasms of ecstasy. His hand went up and down his long dick as his entire being seemed to shake in erotic frenzy.
Alicia lay back awaiting the flood. His dick was really purplish now as he was on the verge of ejaculation.
Suddenly, his body twisted in several directions at once. He started to shout wildly as the tip of his dick opened and torrents of hot gism spurted out.
"I'm coming baby!" he cried. "Ohhhh!"
Alicia felt the warm liquid hitting her body. The thick cream poured out all over her and she was being covered with Ben's hot gism.
Much of the come dripped over Ben and his cock and balls. He was as coated with his semen as she was.
Alicia idly rubbed his sperm into her skin. She felt the goo between her fingers and she pressed it against her tits. The smell of semen was overpowering.
Some of the juice had landed on her face, and she flicked out her tongue to taste the gism. It was good, and she scooped up some of his scum with her fingers and then licked her fingers.
Ben wiped his hands. He climbed into the bed with Alicia, both of them feeling very wet and very tired. Perhaps the next day she would be willing to be fucked again. He was sure he could keep coming for days.
CHAPTER TEN
Ben was still in bed when Alicia got up the next morning. It would be her first day at work, and she was eager to make a good impression by being early.
"Come back to bed," said Ben sleepily. "I've got something to show you." he started to play with his dick, and Alicia ignored him. It struck her as odd that Ben thought of nothing but his prick and balls, but perhaps with a cock of that size, he didn't need to.
"I'll be back," she said. "I get out at five." Alicia still didn't know what to do. She was on the verge of becoming independent, yet Arnie did beg her to return.
She knew that she could never make a life with Ben. All he was interested in was his prick, and, as thrilling as it was to her, she wanted more to life than a good fuck.
She dressed and left Ben to do whatever he chose to do during the day. She wondered if he would even be there when she returned. She wasn't sure she really cared.
Mr. Willis smiled broadly when she entered his office. He was genuinely pleased to see her, as if perhaps she wouldn't show up after all.
"Come with me," he said, taking her by the hand. He was a gentle old man after all. She rather liked him despite the one quirk he had for being jerked off.
She was introduced to several other secretaries in the firm and she was placed at her own desk with her own typewriter.
Mr. Willis left her alone after that, and, seeing that there was nothing in the "in" basket for her to do, started chatting with the other girls near her.
They seemed to be snickering among themselves and Alicia thought it strange that they would stop whenever she approached them.
Alicia had nothing to do even by lunchtime. She had asked some of the other girls if they needed help, and they expressed surprise that she was able to type.
"That's why I was hired," explained Alicia. "Mr. Willis said he needed another typist."
"Said. But doesn't."
"Why would he say that? What else would he have hired me for?"
They snickered again. Something strange was going on, but Alicia just figured that these were typical dumb office girls. She decided that she didn't need to become friends with them.
Mr. Willis invited Alicia to have lunch with him. She accepted eagerly, since it didn't look as if she would have much to do with the girls in her typing pool.
"How is it going?" he asked her over a filet of sole.
"Oh, okay. There was nothing to do though. I offered to help the others, but they refused."
"Don't worry. We'll find things for you to do." She was pleased. She didn't want to be bored all day. "As a matter of fact, come in to see me at about four this afternoon. Okay?"
"Sure, Mr. Willis," said Alicia.
They returned to the office and until four, Alicia had nothing to do as before. When she mentioned to the other girls that she was supposed to go into the office to see Mr. Willis at four, they snickered again. It really annoyed her, but she kept this annoyance to herself.
"Come in, Alicia," said Mr. Willis after she had knocked on the door and identified herself. She had been expecting to see Mr. Willis alone behind the desk, but he was seated on the sofa with another guy.
"Oh, Miss Easton, this is Mr. Phillips. He's from Acme Service Company." They shook hands. Mr. Willis got up and left the office.
Mr. Phillips was a youngish though not young man. He seemed self-assured though to some he came off as rather brash.
"Not bad," murmured Mr. Phillips, though Alicia had no idea what he was referring to.
"Well? I guess Mr. Willis wanted me to take some dictation or something." Alicia reached for her steno pad.
Mr. Phillips took the steno pad from her and put it on the end table. He took the pencil out of her hand. "You're a sweet girl," he said to her.
"Thank you," she said. "Mr. Willis had asked me to come in at four. I guess he wanted me to do some work for you. Did you want me to type for you?"
"Not now," said Mr. Phillips. He continued to gaze steadily at Alicia, making her uncomfortable She wished that he would tell her why she was there, but was afraid of being too forward or aggressive on her first day of work. If she should displease Mr. Phillips, it would upset Mr. Willis, and that could cost her her job.
She waited several moments and was about to get up, when Mr. Phillips put his hand on hers. She thought he was just being friendly until he started to run his fingers up and down her arm.
There was something strange about his manner that unnerved Alicia. He was so silent. He stared hard. She let him touch her all the way up to her shoulder, before she started to move away.
"Don't go," said Mi. Phillips. He pulled her towards him so she would have no choice in the matter.
She started to feel afraid. It wasn't because he was being rough with her which he wasn't, or that she was afraid of getting hurt, but rather because there was something about this job that she hadn't been told. She had wondered why Mr. Willis had left his own office so quickly after she got there.
"Don't you like touching?" he asked.
"Urn, yes, but... "
"Good, I like touching. Especially when I can touch beautiful young girls like you."
"Mr. Phillips, I was told to come in here to take some steno. If you don't have anything for me to do, I would like to go back to my desk."
"You weren't told that, you just assumed that. Now you don't want me to call Mr. Willis do you? If I tell him you have been uncooperative, you know it's going to cost you your job."
Alicia was silent. That she couldn't afford. Mr. Phillips was very strange. So was Mr. Willis for that matter, and perhaps if he wanted her to do the same thing to him that she did to her boss everything would work out okay.
She sat back on the sofa waiting for Mr. Phillips to make the next move, which he did almost immediately. He placed a hand on her thigh and worked his way up between her legs.
She was feeling very nervous. He forced her to spread her legs, and she did so, but the juices were not flowing out of her cunt. She would jerk him off, but if he wanted something else, she would refuse.
His hands crept towards her golden nest. He liked to work his way up slowly, and it was nearly quitting time. Alicia wished that he would do whatever he intended to do and get it over with.
Mr. Phillips, however, was not eager to rush.
He apparently had a wife at home that he was not eager to see, and he enjoyed taking his time with Alicia. She was so tender, so young, so pretty, that just gazing at her face caused his dick to begin to stiffen.
Alicia hadn't noticed that Mr. Phillips had a hard-on until he took her hand and placed it on his fly. She recoiled when she touched it, but he took hold of her hand again and forced her to rub his crotch.
"I know you like that," said Mr. Phillips. "I know when girls like to touch cock."
She said nothing, but let him guide her hand along his hardened spear. She knew that if she didn't argue, she might get away without having to spend too much time with him.
Mr. Phillips slowly relaxed. His breathing was deeper and he was thoroughly enjoying having her touch his prick through his pants.
Alicia felt a hand now reaching Underneath her panties. She felt it enter her bush slowly, and, feeling that small hard digit, her juices within her cunt finally started to flow.
He seemed pleased. He sensed that she was uptight before, but now she was responding to his touch, and he wanted to please her.
Mr. Phillips slowly unzipped his fly. He took hold of her hand and put it inside his opening. She could feel that massive piece of masculine flesh inside, and he forced her to fondle his prick and balls.
"I know you like cock," he said. "All girls like cock. I've got a really big piece of meat for you."
Even without seeing it, Alicia knew that it wasn't as big as Ben's cock and balls, and it wouldn't give her the same level of satisfaction that Ben had given her, but she had no choice. Not if she wanted to keep this job. Tomorrow she would tell Mr. Willis that she would prefer to do some typing. She had her own boyfriend, she would tell him.
His finger slid into her hole faster and faster. Her juices now were starting to pour out of her hole in copious amounts, and she was slowly moving her legs back and forth, trying to squeeze his finger with her cunt muscles.
She was now stroking his long cock willingly. He was pleased. The enormous joy that he experienced as a young girl rubbed her hands all over his prick and balls.
He was hot now. His whole body was covered with sweat, and as he slowly removed his shirt, she could see that his clothing was quite wet.
He was fairly muscular, but nothing like Ben's body. She couldn't really tell how old he was, but guessed that he was in his mid thirties though he looked a bit younger than that.
He flexed his muscles as he removed his pants.
His thick cock swung before her as she contemplated what he would want to do with her.
At first, she considered running out of the office, but that would leave her with no job. She would simply refuse to do any more of these favors for her boss and his associates.
"Lick it," he commanded as she sat there gaping at his pulsating organ. "I want you to lick it."
She tentatively put her face towards his prick, but still didn't take it into her mouth. She could see that he desperately wanted to be sucked off, but she couldn't bring herself to eat his meat.
"I tell you suck it!" he said loudly. She was willing to jerk him off, but this was different.
Mr. Phillips pulled her towards him and pushed his cock right up to her lips. She opened her mouth to cry out and he rammed his dick into it.
"Now suck this prick!" he ordered. "You suck my cock! If you don't, you'll be fired."
That was all she needed to hear, - and she started to lick his organ. Her juices had stopped running when he took his finger out of her pussy, and she started to finger-fuck herself in order to work her way up to the level of excitement she would need to suck him off properly.
Her lips closed around his hard pulsating organ and she started to move her head back and forth, sucking the tip of his dick and then working her way down his long hard shaft until she reached the base.
"Now my balls!" he said gasping as the pleasure increased rapidly. He forced his cock into her face as far as it would go. She nearly gagged on his long meat, but she let go of his shaft at just the right time.
His balls were thick and filled with cream. She took one ball at a time into her mouth and coated them completely with her saliva. Her pussy was not hot again, and she could feel her juices coating her finger as she fucked herself.
Her body was beginning to sweat, and she started to remove her own blouse. "That's it, baby!" he cried. "I want to see your tits. I want to see your nipples. They better be hard and stiff too."
She had started massaging her nipples so that Mr. Phillips wouldn't be angry. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, and that made her nipples quite hard.
"Ohhh, that's good!" exclaimed Mr. Phillips as he started to rub his own hands on her tits. She was quite ripe, he thought, and he squeezed her melons harder and harder.
She spit onto her hand and rubbed the saliva into his cock. He pulled away suddenly. "I don't want to come so soon!" he cried. "That will make me come! I want to shoot my come into your pussy."
Her heart sank. She wondered if he would take forever before he started to fuck her. She began to remove her skirt and panties and when she did so, she let go of his prick with her lips and positioned herself so that his dick was right near her cunt.
"No, I want to get sucked off first," he said. "Boy, girls nowadays can't even follow simple directions."
She started to suck hard. Though she did enjoy sucking cock, she would have much preferred someone who considered her own needs too. Guys would get more pleasure out of it if she was eager in her effort to please them.
He rammed his dick all the way into her face. She gagged this time and nearly choked violently. He seemed impatient with her. "Can't take a big one," he sneered. "Well, you had better learn fast."
He started to massage her tits so hard, that they started to become red and sore. She wished that he was one of those guys who ejaculate quickly, then it would soon be over.
But Mr. Phillips showed no signs of coming. He was enjoying the slow pleasure of a hot blow-job, and as she sucked on his spear, she was afraid she would be there all night.
Alicia suddenly remembered how to make him come quickly. She again spit on her hands and worked the spit into his flesh. He cried out, but she held fast. She started to jerk him off rapidly. He tried to pull away from her, but she rubbed his prick so hard, that he was fast approaching the point of no return.
"Don't do that!" he cried. "I want you to suck me off. I want you to eat my cock. Suck it, baby! Don't rub it!"
She got his balls really hot and wet too. She ran her hands over his balls and she licked the tip of his dick so get it even wetter and hotter.
Now she was really going strong. She rubbed his penis as hard as she had ever rubbed anything before. He was taken off guard for a moment and she tried to make him come really quickly.
He finally struggled and pulled away from her. "Okay, bitch! I'll show you who's boss around here! I'm going to fuck you up your fucking cunt! I'll ram my fucking dick all the way into your fucking bitch body!"
He threw her down onto the floor and quickly climbed on top of her. He didn't partake in any preliminaries and immediately rammed his pecker into her slit.
"I'll show you to disobey, you slut!" he cried. "I'll get you for that! I wanted to get sucked off first, but now I'm going to rip you up inside. You are really going to get fucked now, slut!"
His cock slid into her hole quickly. She cried out because it was still dry and tight, but he didn't care. He seemed to be really enjoying hurting her, and she tried hard not to cry out, because she knew that would only give him more pleasure.
"Get fucked, slut!" he cried with glee. His penis seemed to stretch her whole body as far as it could go, and the more he thought he was hurting her, the homier and hotter he became.
His balls were ready to burst, however, because Alicia had managed to stimulate them before he started to fuck her.
He used the weight of his entire body to force his cock deeper into her hole. His chest squeezed her melons and her nipples were so sore that she thought he would rip them.
As his dong was sliding in and out of her twat, he began to reach around to underneath her body and attempt to slide a finger up her asshole. She pulled away violently. "Don't you dare do that!" she cried out.
He laughed. "You don't tell me what to do, slut. If I want to fuck you up the ass, I will do it!"
