Chapter 4
She only thought Big Jake was through.
By the time he had pulled his thick horn of meat out of her frothing cunt, he was already thinking about what kind of fun he could have with her next.
"You ever been anything but screwed?" he asked.
She was almost too weak to answer. Her buttocks were still half-off the bed, and her legs were sprawled at a wide angle with the heels of her feet barely touching the floor.
"Hey, baby doll, I asked you a question. You ever had a good round-the-world done to you?"
She didn't even know what he was talking about, but it sounded like fun.
She managed to nod her head in the negative as her blurred vision caught another glimpse of his hairy belly, and the wet, somewhat softened limb of his sex hanging out from the bristle of hair between his heavy legs.
"Two to one you don't even know what the hell I'm talking about," he grunted. "Your old man probably don't know any more about making a woman turn on all over than a fart in a bucket."
His filthy language didn't shock her-it pleased her.
"Show me," she breathed earnestly.
"Damn right I will, providing you got another pair of panties."
The corners of her mouth turned up in a slack, ruttish smile. "Clean or dirty ones?" she whispered.
She didn't miss the bright sparkle that appeared in his experienced eyes. "Dirtier the better, babe."
She knew now exactly what he was after, and she also knew that she had the garment to drive him wild. Only yesterday she had worked out on the patio in the hot sun, painting an antique frame she had bought at an auction. The panties she had worn were lying at that moment at the bottom of the dirty-clothes hamper in the bathroom, and she was sure that they would satisfy his lascivious needs.
Without a word she crawled off the bed and padded naked back into the bathroom. She dug in the hamper and came up with the wrinkled pink panties. She even put them briefly to her own nose and grinned as the sexy fumes of sweat and vaginal reek filled her nostrils.
When she came back into the bedroom, Big Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed like a big baby bear waiting for a piece of raw meat.
"Try smelling these," she crooned, tossing the soiled garment into the outstretched clutch of his hands.
She smiled as she watched him poke his large nose into the crinkle of the musty panties. Snorting like a hog, he drank in the smelly stench right at the crotch of the undergarment; then he ran his fat tongue out and kissed and licked at the seams.
The sight of such a perverted act, she reasoned, might have made her sick at her stomach only the day before. But today was a whole new ball game, and if it took smelling of her filthy panties to turn this big bull on, then she'd keep him stocked with gamy garments for a month.
"Jesus, what a good stink," he groaned. "Come over here, honey, and let old Jake smell the real thing."
It was like walking tiptoe on clouds as she approached the edge of the bed. Her whole body was tingling lewdly, and she could feel the pleasant goose pimples of fresh excitement beginning to break out on her nude buttocks.
When she was close enough, he slipped off the bed and onto his knees. Both his hairy paws came up and grabbed the calves of her legs so that she couldn't move. While she trembled with both amazement and fascination, he began slowly to lick on her kneecaps.
The broad, lapping sweeps of his tongue quickly fanned her already erotic brain. She knew then what he was going to do to her-and she could hardly wait!
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back as his exploring tongue moved, inch by inch, up the front part of her bare legs. As his tongue traveled, so did his hands. His fingers wormed their way up over the first firm curves of her butt, then settled in firmly as his long, wet tongue licked lightly right up to the hairs on her cunt.
"Lord!" she gasped, quivering with pleasure. "That feels so goo-ooodddd...! "
He began to blow lightly at the soft nap of hair covering the extended pubes of her pussy. He blew up and down, then right and left, air-conditioning her heating twat with an expertise that almost drove her mad.
"Tongue it!" she hissed. "God, stick your hot tongue into my cunt!"
Instead of doing what she wanted right off, he played another game with her for a few seconds. He nipped at the thicker ringlets of her pubic hair with his teeth, gently pulling them so that the swollen lips of her pussy were teased and deliciously tormented.
Suddenly she was using cunt muscles she didn't know existed. With each salacious maneuver of his mouth, the folds of her labia expanded and contracted like the gills of some erotic fish. Her slit was actually opening and closing like some lascivious mouth, begging for his tongue.
As instinctively as a whore in a cathouse, she reached both of her hands down and grabbed the back of his head. Then she pushed his face deep into the eager maw of her thighs. A grunt of pure lust came croaking up from her throat as she felt his tongue boldly and hungrily boring into the soft entrance of her cunt. His oversexed tongue was even longer and thicker than she had imagined-like the fat prick of a young boy-and as he moved it in slow, probing motions inside the outer and inner lips of her pussy, she dug her fingers deeper into his crew-cut head.
"Eat meGod, eat me good!"
His hands were stretched wide-open against her burning buttocks, pulling her hard against his jaws while she pushed his head forward from the front. He was getting his tongue into her slack slit all the way to the root now, and she found herself wishing he was a goddamn anteater!
She began to buck her hips in a lewdly hungry rhythm, fucking his naughty tongue. Her legs were slightly bent as she hunched her thighs lower over his face, pistoning back and forth so that his darting tongue could penetrate her as deeply and as forcefully as possible.
She knew that only a few more minutes of such mad pussy-eating would make her spasm enough to choke him.
"UUMMmmmm! Love me with it! Suck me! Eat, eat, EAT!"
He had his head buried so far between her spraddled legs now that his ears were touching the insides of her thighs. His whole mouth was open wide and covering the throbbing hole of her sex, hair and all. His tongue was thrusting in and out of the delectable tunnel of her cunt, fucking her in a way she hadn't dreamed possible.
With a ragged grown of sobbing joy, she sank her fingernails into his thick bull neck and began to come in his mouth. Her juices poured up from the very bottom of her womb and gushed so hard against his lips and chin that he made greedy, slurping noises in his throat.
Just when she thought she couldn't come again, he swung both of his hands around from her palpitating buttocks and reached up to roughly squeeze the tips of her erected nipples. The new friction brought still another mad convulsion from the depths of her pussy, and she had the deepest orgasm of all.
He kept eating her until her cunt was slack and twitching. Then he pulled his mouth away from her pleasure hole and grinned up at her, licking his lips like a hog coming away from a trough of warm mush.
There was one more surprise left for her. Even as she was crouched over his twisted, leering face, she felt a sudden series of hot spurts against the flushed cheeks of her ass.
He had jacked himself off with only a half-dozen strokes of his left hand, and it was the boiling sperm from his horny balls that she now felt running thickly down her legs.
With his own pleasure over, he groaned and pushed her away with both his hands.
"That was wonderful," she gasped, staggering around him to the bed. She could still feel the pleasurable trauma of her exquisite orgasm deep in the secret hollows of her cunt. But now with the magic over, there was still something lacking. It had been fun-but not really enough fun.
She wanted fucked at least one more time.
Just one more good, long, languorous workout with a man's stiff prick, and that should do it.
But Big Jake wasn't going to be the man. One glance at the curled, greasy worm of his penis told her that he had done all the servicing he could for one day.
"I want Willy," she said huskily.
The plumber stared up at her. "Lady, I'll say one thing for you, you're as hot as any ten sluts I ever come across. And I've come across some real lulus rootering my way around this town. If I was younger-"
"Just send your helper up," she said. "You can help yourself to the beer in the kitchen, but sent up those nine inches of young stuff."
He grinned slackly. "You sure you want to mess with that little bastard? He'd rather fuck a hot pussy than win a gold mine, but he ain't as gentle with womenfolk as I am."
"He sounds like a winner to me."
Big Jake sighed and pulled his naked bulk up from the floor. He got into his shorts and pants, then turned back to her with another knowing grin.
"I kinda like to watch sometimes," he suggested softly. "You don't mind if I sneak back up here and watch that little stud bang you, do you?"
"Be my guest-and don't hesitate to join in, if you see an opening."
It took him a second to get her joke; then he chuckled lewdly and trotted over to the locked door. Once he was out of the bedroom, she lay back on the bunched pillows on the bed and moved her legs wide apart. Her ravaged pussy was already growing warm again just thinking about what was in store for it.
"Nine inches," she whispered cunningly. "Not only have I never had one that big, I've never had a boy that young. But if you've got to rob the cradle at the ripe old age of thirty, you might as well pick a prize-winning young stallion like that Willy!"
She waited longer than she expected for the eager tramp of young male boots up the stairs. In fact, she waited so long that the deepening twitch of her still unsated pussy began to both bore and irritate her.
"Dammit," she breathed, drumming her fingers on the crumpled sheet beside her, "where is that little jerk?"
At last she heard the slow, arrogant tread of his feet up to the bedroom door. She had hoped he would come rushing into the room with those nine inches out hard and throbbing, that he would leap into the middle of the bed and screw her the way she wanted screwed-like the oversexed, horny adolescent male was supposed to screw.
Instead, he pushed open the door and stood leaning against the jamb, a cigarette dangling calmly at the corner of his smirking mouth, his eyes roaming with an almost bored indifference over the sight of her naked body on the bed.
"You want something from me?" he asked flatly.
She hated herself for flushing with shame, but she did want something.
"Isn't it obvious?" she snapped.
He took a draw on his cigarette, then shrugged.
"Jake said you wanted a good fucking, said your eyes lit up like a couple of neon signs when he told you I'm swinging a big piece of meat."
"Jake has a big mouth," she said.
That made the haughty young stud grin. "Yeah, he also told me what he did to you with that big mouth. You dig having your crude ole cunt lapped, eh?"
"Now look here-"
"Shove it up your ass, baby. Just because you park your wrinkled ass in a hundred-thousand-dollar house don't mean you can boss me around. I fuck young chicks, and I get all the giddy-tight pussy I can handle. I didn't come up here to fuck you; I came up here to let you fuck me!"
The arrangement had never occurred to her.
"You've got one hell of a nerve," she sputtered.
He grinned mockingly. "I've also got one helluva prick, honey. Now, you either agree to do it my way-and do it right-or I'll send old Jake back up here with one. of his twelve-inch lug wrenches and he can jack you off with it."
There was something about the bestial, masculine way he was treating her that broke down what little reserve she still had left.
"You ... uh ... will have to show me what to do," she purred shamelessly.
He gave her one last disgusted grin, then tossed his cigarette on the floor and ground it out with his heel. "Now you're talking sense, you dumb old cunt. The first thing I want you to do it get off your lazy ass and come over here and take my clothes off. But don't get any ideas about wriggling your tits in my face to make me horny. I walk horny. But this is going to be my party all the way. If you can come, that's your business. Personally, I don't give a damn about anything but getting my own big balls off-and it's your job to make me like it all the way."
"Y-yes," she crooned.
The next few minutes were a novel experience for her, to say the least. With her young stud-stranger standing stock still in the middle of her bedroom, she undressed him bit by bit. First off was his shirt, then his pants and boots, then his socks, and then-best of all-his jockey shorts. It was only when she pulled his shorts down that she knew why he wore those particular kind. His prick was too damned big for boxer shorts!
"And it ain't even hard," he said, as she stared at the full nine inches of handsome penis which hung between his trim, youthful legs. "It's up to you to make it hard, and I'll give you one guess as to how that's done."
"You mean-"
"Sucking on it? Don't be so damn stupid. I can get my cock sucked all night by any one of a dozen high school sluts I go out with. Hell, no. I want you to get it hard by licking my back trench."
"Your what?"
"My ass-hole, you dimwit."
The word burned in her ears like sulphur.
"If you think I'm going to lower myself to-"
"You'll do it, okay," he grunted casually. "Either you do it or you won't feel one goddamn half-inch of this big pecker of mine. I'll walk out of this room and leave your butter-box as empty as shit."
Her cheeks were flaming-hot with both shame and fear. She did want fucked with that enormous snout of youthful meat between his legs, but if any of her girl friends ever found out that she had sinned by kissing the ass of an immoral young lout like this, she'd die!
"Take it or leave it, sister," he breathed. "And I ain't got all day."
"I ... I ... what do I do? I mean how do I-"
"Use your imagination along with your tongue. Now, let's get this fuckin' match on the road."
With that bit of insulting patter ringing in the air, he strolled over to the bed and crawled up on all fours so that his butt hung over the side of the mattress the same way hers had when Big Jake screwed her. The only difference was that he had his back turned to her, and his lean, hard buttocks were presented to her like the smooth halves of white melons.
"Get your hot mouth over here and start licking," he growled, glancing back over his shoulder at her with slitted, evil eyes. "I wanta feel that tongue of yours all the way in. I dig having my prostate lapped on."
Blind with her own need, she stumbled over to the edge of the bed and got shakily to her knees. As she did so, he settled into a slightly more comfortable, definitely more obscene, position. The deep crease of his anus opened darkly, so that she could see the lewd bud of his ass-hole and the dozens of short, darkish hairs fringing that most private of a male's anatomy. Such a deliberate spreading of his legs also served to reveal his balls-large, brown, full bags of smooth flesh with only a light sprinkle of hair.
"Smell it," he husked softly; "then lick it until I say to stop!"
Nobody will ever know, she kept telling herself; noboby in this wide world will ever know!
Trembling with both anticipation and a cheap sense of wanton greed, she pushed the smooth tip of her feminine nose right up to the improbable crack of his boyish ass. She sniffed at it lightly, the way a bitch dog in heat might try to smell the butt of a male dog.
The odor was not even faintly unpleasant-just the warm and virile tincture of the masculine ass-hole which, to her surprise, began to make her head swirl with a totally different kind of erotic interest.
She smelled all up and down the long vent between his buttocks, then tentatively ran out the tip of her tongue and touched one of his balls.
"Not the nuts, you hillbilly," he snarled. "You can suck on my balls in a minute. First you suck my scupper!"
Obedient as a nymph in a harem, she shot her tongue back up to the center of his ass and began to lightly stab her way into the spreading hole. The more pressure she applied with the point of her tongue, the wider his anus seemed to open.
"Yeah..." he whispered huskily. "Yeah, I love that. Just tongue me good, baby. Eat out my ass like it was a puddin' pie!"
To stimulate herself into doing a better job, she reached one hand down between her legs and began to slowly play with her pussy as she licked. She warmed to the novel business of lapping his ass-hole as her cunt warmed to her finger. When her clit began to thicken and rise, she rubbed it between her thumb and index finger and rammed her tongue halfway up his rectum.
"Jeeee-sus!" he croaked, his voice drenched with the lusty pleasure of having something excitingly perverted being done to his body. "Fuck my butt with it!"
Her tongue willingly began to dart in and out of his cleft, and with each thrust she got it deeper and deeper until the tight sphincter muscle of his ass was clamping and sucking back at her.
"Now, stick your middle finger up my ass!" he roared. "And suck on my balls!"
She did as she was told. With a sadistic pleasure of her own, she rammed her finger up his warm, slack hole until it was buried to the second knuckle. At the same time, she slathered her mouth down to his gorgeous nuts and began to lick and kiss and suck on them like a maniac.
Five minutes of having his balls lapped were all he could take. With a savage groan of sheer lust, he jerked away from her. Her finger came out of his throbbing ass-hole with the pop of a champagne cork.
He fell over on his back in the middle of the bed, and her eyes shot greedily toward his loins.
A ragged grin pulled the corners of her lips toward her ears as she saw what all that nasty butt-sucking had produced. His cock was as hard as iron, and pointing straight up at the ceiling!
It was the biggest, longest, most beautiful prick in the world!
"Fuck me, bitch!" he demanded hoarsely.
She didn't have to be told how at this point. Where her experience failed, her natural instincts took over. With a pounding hotness deep inside her hungering cunt, she crawled on top of the healthy young stud and lowered her thighs down over his hips. She had to hold the root of his oversized rod with one hand while she guided the apple-sized head of it between her cunt lips.
With a groan of delicious passion she rode his stalwart prick into her pussy to the balls!
"Now, hump me," he sneered. "Ball the hell out of that pussy-stretcher."
She began to do just that, pumping her rosy buttocks up and down, slowly accelerating the action until the bloated meatus of his marvelous cock was pushing against her cervix with every stroke.
She hardly had time to think about what she would tell the other girls the next Saturday, but she knew that by revealing only half the real facts she was going to have one hell of a bang-up tale to tell!