Chapter 9
Supporting himself on his hands, Ricky let the throbbing pylon of his penis push into the silken flame of Alix's pubic hair, feeling the ringlets resist, then cling to his sensitive flesh. The reddish glans touched the outer labia and parted the slippery folds.
"Oh God, Ricky. Be careful. Be gentle," Alix whispered in sudden fear. "It's been a long time since I was with a guy. Please don't hurt me!"
He kissed her trembling lips and damp forehead, then the frightened pulse in her white throat and finally the twin peaks of her breasts. At the same time, he was stroking the nub of his shaft up and down between the partially opened lips of her vagina.
"Does that feel good, darling?" he asked, his head swimming with the thought that he was actually having her, and even more at the reality of the sweet, wet cunt opening to him.
"Y-yes ... it feels good," Alix admitted. "It feels much better than I remembered, but you'd better put it in deeper before I lose my nerve."
"Yes, darling, yes, that's what I'm going to do," he said and pushed, sinking about half of his bone-hard prick into her. "Oh Alix . . . you're so tight, tight as a teen-age kid."
"Is that good?" she asked like a bewildered child.
"Very good," he whispered, feeling older instead of younger than she. "I dreamed you would be virgin tight, that your cunt would grip me with tender tightness as I fucked you."
Alix moaned and rolled her head, the sound of the words exciting her as well as the feel of the engorged prick sliding in and out of her slick, narrow crevice.
"Aren't you awfully big for a boy?" she whispered, her breath like a desert wind on his cheek.
"I'm not a boy . . . not there, anyway. I never have been," he said, using his fingers to separate the upper folds of the labia so the clitoris was exposed and would touch the flesh of his cock as it glided in and out of her cunt.
She whimpered and surged against him as the tiny button of erectile tissue swelled and grew hard under the caressing rod. "And you know so much more than . . . than ..."
Ricky didn't know whether she had been about to name a man from out of her past or Roberta Whitney, and he didn't particularly care. All that was important was that her satiny thighs were clasped around him and the flaring petals of her cunt were caressing his plunging man flesh.
It took a little force to drive the full length of his hot cock all the way into her vagina. But the elastic walls stretched gradually to accommodate the solid pole, and then he was in to the hilt, the tip of his prick bumping her womb.
Alix squirmed a little. "Ohhhh . . . that makes me feel so helpless and ... I'm not sure I like that. Maybe you'd better stop."
Stop! Is she out of her mind? I can no more stop now than I can fly! Besides, he was sure it was just a momentary panic at finding herself so totally possessed. The only thing to do was ignore her words and finish what he'd started. That's what she wanted; she just couldn't bring herself to admit it.
He pulled back slowly and began fucking into her with long, steady strokes. Her channel was so slick with desire that the friction caused wet, sucking sounds. Every nerve end in his plunging pecker was receiving blissful, thrilling stimulus from the tightness of the slippery sheath.
The woman under him stayed absolutely still at first, whether in rejection of the act or lack of knowledge Ricky didn't know. Then he felt her heels slide around his legs and her feet hook onto his ankles to give her leverage. Her pelvis began to rotate, moving the velvety tube of her cunt in circular motions around his stabbing prick.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . .. fuck me," she wailed in a high, keening voice that the wind carried across the empty, dusk-filled stretches of beach.
Pulling herself tighter against him, she writhed vigorously, grinding her pussy so hard around the base of his cock that he could feel the softness of her pubic hair mingling with his coarser growth.
It wasn't gentleness or consideration she wanted or needed, Ricky decided. She could get her fill of those from Bobbi. Perhaps it was the dominance and aggressiveness of a male, without the brutality of a Pat Donovan, that she missed and that had let her submit to him and try heterosexual sex again.
Ricky put his thoughts into action and pounded his cock into her hotly. Her response was just as he had hoped it would be. She fucked with him in passionate rhythm. Together they drove and thrust and plunged. His hairy balls slapped roughly against the lower fringes of her russet-tufted pussy and she got even wilder. It seemed to stir her passion deeply, making her gasp and moan as she met the jackhammer thrusts that beat at the mouth of her uterus. Her belly vibrated and her frantic buttocks were digging a hollow in the sand under the blanket. Riding her as though she were a bucking bronco, Ricky timed his lustful lunges to make the most of her energetic movements.
Alix quivered and shook, wrapping her arms around his head in passionate fury and almost smothering him as his face pushed into her armpit.
Ricky found his nose squashed against the peach fuzz of regrowing hair and breathing in the exciting odor of her perspiration. Goddesses shouldn't perspire, but Alix did, and the scent of it was as erotic to him as the most exotic perfume.
"More, Ricky . . . more . . . harder . . . harder!" Alix said. Her legs had crept up the back of Ricky's thighs, spreading her cunt wider, entwining him in legs as well as arms.
Ricky pulled almost all the way out of her, aware that the woman wine dripped from her onto his pubic hair as well as onto her own fiery corn silk. As he plunged back in, Alix rolled her bottom and ground her pelvis against him. The contact of her rippling sheath along the length of his rod was overwhelmingly erotic. The realization struck Ricky all over again that this was Alix Harper and he was fucking her. He let out a frenzied groan as he felt the tightness in his testicles that signaled his imminent eruption and stroked into the hot slit with a flurry of short, pistonlike thrusts.
Alix gasped repeatedly as the vigorous pumping touched off a violent spasm deep inside her. Her voracious cunt sucked at the jerking prick as though trying to swallow it. Liquid fire rippled through the pulsing veins in Ricky's cock and he buried it deeper in the gulping pussy while it shot hot cream into the molten cavern.
There was a renewed flux of woman juice, and Ricky felt it ebbing and flowing around his cock, mixing with the thick fluid of his own jism.
Alix's arms and legs slowly relaxed and her breathing quieted. Ricky nuzzled her neck and held her quietly, a warmth and contentment he had never known before filling him with indescribable joy.
Finally she stirred, turning her head to kiss his temple. "Oh, Ricky, that was so different, so fulfilling and complete. I didn't know sex could be so good with a guy."
"Then you must have been playing around with amateurs," he whispered into her sweet-scented hair.
"Of course, it was a long time ago and perhaps it was my fault. It was when I first went to college, and I only tried it with two boys, but I was always left wanting. I thought I was just oversexed, and I was so afraid of becoming promiscuous that I broke off with each of them and never tried again."
"There's a happy medium, you know. You don't have to be a nympho or resort to frigidity."
She sighed. "I thought I had found the solution in Lesbianism."
"Why?" he asked, raising his head to look into her green eyes.
"Well . . . because it's exciting and sweet when two women make love, and although there isn't the terrible intensity there is with a man, it is satisfying and relieves sexual tension."
Ricky grinned down at her. "You had it all figured out, did you? And here I thought you were a virgin."
She smiled and brushed his hair back. "I guess we both jumped to conclusions. I thought you were an obnoxious, nasty little boy."
"You were right," he said, his grin fading as he thought about the plans he had had for her.
"No, I don't think so now," she said. "Not after seeing you with those kids at the project today, and not after . . . this." She indicated their still entwined bodies. "But we really shouldn't be lying here stark naked. Someone might see us."
"No, it's too dark. Earlier they might have, but there's no point in worrying about that now."
"No, but I thought I heard a car stop up there on the bluff a while ago. I was too excited to think about it then, but maybe they're still up there."
"I'm still too excited to think about it," Ricky said, rolling his revitalized cock over the lower part of her belly.
"I think you're the oversexed one," Alix said with a soft laugh, "But what if someone is watching?"
Ricky looked up toward the spot she indicated and thought he could make out the outline of a car parked close to where they'd left Alix's. "There might be someone up there, but if there is, I'll bet they're doing the same thing we are."
"And what are we doing?" she asked huskily just before his lips claimed hers. Their tongues twisted and turned liquidly, sparking their returning passion into flame.
"Kissing . . . and fucking . . . and tittie-sucking . . . and cunt-lapping ..." Ricky said, sliding downward to nibble at the erect pink nipples.
"Ricky, that's an awful thing to say!"
He opened his eyes and looked up at her while his tongue licked in circles around the outer rim of one sensitive areola. "What is?"
"You know . . . that word you used for cunnilingus."
"What difference does the word make? If a guy wants a taste of sweet pussy, he wants it. And I want it, Alix love."
He felt her stiffen. "No, not that! Don't do that!"
"Why not? You let Bobbi do it."
"How do you know?" she demanded suspiciously. "Have you been spying on us?"
Ricky wasn't ready to admit that yet, so he evaded a direct reply. "There's only a couple of things two gals can do to each other, and that's the most obvious from what I've heard and read."
"Oh. Well, it's none of your business what Bobbi and I do."
"But it's my business if I want to lick your cunt,, isn't it?" he said. "And I've been dying to get a mouthful of your red hair and luscious pussy since the first day I saw you at school."
"You are impossible!" she gasped but her bottom wriggled in anticipation as Ricky's lips moved down across her belly to the tops of her flawless thighs.
"You really don't want me to do it?" he asked, pausing with his mouth so close to the flaring cuntlips that he could feel their heat on his lips. "You honestly don't want to feel my tongue twirling around that dainty little clit, or my lips sucking in your whole cunt, or my tongue fucking into it just like my cock did?"
"Oh stop it!" Alix groaned, flexing her thighs invitingly. "Don't tease! Yes . . . yes, I want you to eat me! Please eat my pussy, Rick! No man has ever done that to me."
The boy bent his head and placed his open mouth against the wet hair that covered her pubes. A musky effluvium composed of woman smell, perfume, his expended jism and sand rose around him as he began to suck at the lovely pink lips he had coveted for so long. Using his tongue as well as his lips, he licked and worked over every fold of the steamy quim while he inhaled the exciting smell of it. He would have been satisfied right then to never have another smell in his nose. Nothing he could think of could compare in erotic sweetness to Alix's honeyed juices.
Alix writhed and gasped, obviously rising to another feverish pitch. Her slender fingers raked through Ricky's hair, ruffling and tugging at it while her legs alternately fell wide apart and pressed close against his cheeks.
The flow of woman juice was increasing again as Ricky curled his tongue upward between the fleshy lapels that framed the cunt, searching for the bit of harder tissue at their apex. The tiny clit was waiting eagerly, stretching its bald pearly tip to meet his caress. Ricky licked at it, laving it with a combination of his saliva and Alix's nectar.
The sensitive little button responded at once, swelling and hardening even more. He drew it between his lips and closed them around it with some difficulty. It was so small he could hardly hold it, but when he started sucking, Alix made little purring sounds and pulled his hair harder.
Her clitoris vibrated against his lips. As he sucked, he also used his tongue on the bared tip. Alix's thighs rubbed the sides of his face, and the grains of sand stung his cheek and probably her tender skin as well, but neither of them paid any attention.
Ricky's tongue moved with practiced ease from the responsive little clit to the dilating mouth of her pussy. It was wetter than ever and the delicious wine of love wet his lips as his tongue entered the deep, tight channel of her cunt.
"Darling . . . Ricky, darling!" Alix moaned ecstatically.
Ricky slid his hands under the girl's thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could bury his head more intimately between them. Still not satisfied, he got his hands under her silky buttocks and held them, feeling how they rolled against his palms as his endlessly licking tongue and worshipfully sucking mouth turned his love into a writhing, trembling helpless thing.
Ricky was lost, completely enraptured by what he was doing. Alix's cunt was paradise to him, a swampy, autumn-hued paradise. If she had suddenly tightened her thighs around his throat and squeezed until he choked to death, he wouldn't have stopped the licking and sucking that was bringing him as much pleasure as it was her.
He didn't even recognize himself. This couldn't be Ricky Garrett deriving pleasure from giving rather than receiving, not Ricky the cool, arrogant manipulator, serving a woman unselfishly and wanting to go on doing it forever. It was completely out of character, or could it be that he hadn't understood his true character?
His tongue was fluttering in the very depths of Alix's hot crevice, probing and gliding and caressing. Her breath was coming in an endless sob, and the sounds issuing from her mouth bore no resemblance to human speech. That she was fast approaching the heights of ecstasy was obvious. Ricky could detect the signs and redoubled his efforts.
To his surprise, he discovered that he was also close to climax. His swollen cock throbbed and jumped and the scrotum tightened just as it always did before he shot off.
Vibrating his tongue rapidly in the deep well of Alix's cunt, Ricky used his upper lip to titillate the bulging tip of her clitoris and trigger the redhead's orgasm. She thrashed and bucked like a wild thing as the shattering climax overwhelmed her, and Ricky knew without doubt that he had satisfied her as no one else ever had.
His delight in that accomplishment was dimmed slightly by the pulsing ache in his groin. He hadn't quite achieved completion. The pleasure of serving this woman had so stimulated him he had almost reached orgasm. He had missed by only a hair's breadth, but that was enough, and now his stiffened member throbbed with aching need.
"That . . . that was wonderful," Alix said as her head stopped rolling and her legs relaxed from around Ricky's head.
"Yeah, great," Ricky grunted, grimacing with pain.
Alix's eyes opened in alarm at the tone of his voice. "Ricky. What's the matter? Didn't you like it? You said you wanted to do it that way. Did it disgust you to use your mouth on me?"
"No! God, no!" Ricky said, rolling away so she couldn't see the pain in his face.
"Then what is it? There's obviously something wrong," Alix said, sitting up and putting a hand on his back. "You act as though you're completely repulsed by what you did. I don't understand. I never would have permitted you to do it if you hadn't wanted to and suggested it yourself."
"I wanted to! I've always wanted to! It isn't that!" Ricky's blood-filled shaft felt as though it were a burning prong attached to his flesh.
"Then what is it?" Alix's eyes went wide as she tried to turn him to face her and caught a glimpse of the painful erection he was trying to hide. "Ohhh. Is that what's wrong?"
"Yeah," Ricky said tightly, amazed that a twenty-two-year-old woman could be so naive about male sexuality. "I'll be all right in a few minutes. It just got too hard. I was too close."
"You need help," she said, scrambling around in front of him on her hands and knees. "Isn't there something I can do?"
"Uh . . . no," Ricky said. "We'd better go. It's dark, and the tide is coming in."
She shook her head impatiently, a strange look coming into her eyes as she stared fixedly at his engorged penis. "You know, I used to think a man's cock was ugly, a big old red, raw-looking thing . . . repulsive and brutal."
Ricky shrugged, not knowing what to say. She looked and sounded as though she were hypnotized, and the play of emotions across her face was fascinating. Desire . . . hesitation . . . fear . . . and other feelings not so clearly defined struggled for mastery of her features.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said. "I thought that only low, street creatures did it . . . hired women who subject themselves to men for money."
Her breath fell hotly on his thighs, her lush lips hovering close to the tip of his aching shaft.
"Oh Ricky. Your cock isn't ugly at all. It's even beautiful, in a way. I'm going to make you feel better, darling. I'm going to suck you."
Ricky held his breath, wondering if he should stop her, feeling that perhaps the sudden assault on her senses by the two passionate bouts they had already indulged in had left her slightly delirious. She didn't look or sound like her normal self, and her assumption of the aggressive role was further proof of his theory. It was a new, compelling Alix whose hands were sliding along his flanks, whose nails were sinking into the flesh of his buttocks and tilting him backwards as her mouth came closer and closer to his towering young staff.
"Ricky, I've got to . . . got to do this," she murmured and her tongue leaped out to touch the very tip of his cock.
Ricky made an inarticulate sound deep in his throat, and Alix licked around the rim of his rosy glans as though savoring the taste of a new but strange dish. The soft mouth closed and slid downward, and Ricky thrilled to the feel of it as her tongue touched the nerve endings of desire and his whole body turned to fire. What had been painful suddenly turned to ecstasy as the engorged organ was engulfed in the hot mouth and the first tentative sucking began.
The girl snuggled down between his thighs and drew his throbbing stalk deeper and deeper into the cauldron of her mouth. Ricky clutched at her shoulders in an agony of need and love.
"Baby, baby, I never expected this . . . not from you . . . not ever from you," he whispered and fell back on the sand, leaving his manhood the complete property of the adoring mouth that had taken possession of it.
Alix was untrained in the fine art of fellatio, but this was compensated for by her seeming need to know and savor his flesh. Her mouth was like a loving suction cup, her tongue in constant motion over the sensitive head of his cock, flicking up and down the veined surfaces of its sides.
"Alix . . . darling. I love you!" Ricky murmured, moving his hands to the soft red hair and stroking it tenderly.
The only sound from Alix was a slurping gurgle as her lips- crawled sucking up and down the rigid pole and her hands came up under him to cup his heavy balls. She squeezed the thick skin of the scrotum, rolling the ripe fruit inside as much in curiosity as in an attempt to please him. Her trancelike state still held as she began to bob her head so that her mouth moved up and down in long, sweeping strokes. Her tongue danced on the naked glans while her lips sucked and her teeth scraped his dong excitingly.
In Ricky's advanced state of arousal, the intense stimulation was excruciating. His fingers tangled in the silky red hair and he gasped for breath as Alix sucked his cock faster, seeming to know instinctively that all he needed was a little extra push. The long, swooping caresses of the sweet, hot mouth did it.
He felt the bolt of lightning leave his tingling balls and flash upward through his cock. His hands gripped Alix's head to hold her mouth against him as he came. He couldn't have stood it if she had pulled away.
Alix's eyes flew open as the hot gush of the boy's semen spurted into her mouth. She made a funny protesting sound and tried to pull away, obviously not understanding the psychological importance of this culminating moment.
"Alix, please, please!" Ricky pleaded and shoved his prick into the opening of her throat as he continued to ejaculate.
Alix's face changed as her mouth filled with Ricky's creamy jism. From the intensely lustful, almost transfixed, expression it had worn since she had begun to fellate him, it turned to one of bewilderment and then to disgust.
Suddenly she jerked her head from his imprisoning hands, sobbing and spitting as his dong flopped out of her mouth. "No, no, no! Oh God, what did you make me do?"
Ricky stared at her, unable to speak as he tried to figure out what had caused the sudden reversal from worship to rejection.
"You made me a dirty, obscene thing! You put your filthy cock in my mouth! Oh God, I'll never be clean again . . . never, never!" Alix was crying hysterically as she crawled around gathering up her clothes. "What have I done? Why did I let you? What will Bobbi think of me?"
"Alix, Alix . . calm down. Be reasonable," Ricky said. "I didn't make you do anything. You wanted to do that. You suggested it yourself."
"I did not! I'd never do such a thing! You're a dirty, nasty little boy, and you drove me insane with your sick lust!"
"It isn't sick!" Ricky yelled. "All I did was make love to you. All I did was love you!"
"You call that love?" she cried, wiping his juice off her lips and chin. "You've turned me into an animal, a cock-sucking animal!"
Ricky tried to rationalize her behavior in his mind. Tried to understand the violent reaction of a girl who had never had a satisfactory sexual experience with a man before and was appalled at the way her body responded to male lovemaking. He tried to tell himself that once she was over the initial shock of discovery about herself, she would see that what had happened between them was good. But her lashing words had hurt and angered him, and all that came through clearly was her total rejection of him.
"That's right, blame it all on me," he said bitterly as he pulled on his pants. "You're just as hypocritical as everyone else in this lousy town. You use sex for your own purposes and then point a finger at others for doing the same thing."
"You made me feel dirty, and no matter how many baths I take, I don't think I'll ever feel clean again!"
"Okay, if I dirtied you, go on back to your bull dyke girl friend! See if she can turn you on the way I did!"
"I will! And I don't ever want to see or talk to you again!"
Ricky thought of the pictures he had taken and wished he had them with him. This would be a perfect time to show them to her and tell her that from now on she not only would see him but do just what he told her to, with him or anyone else he ordered.
Alix had pulled on her clothes, gathered up the blanket and started off up the beach. Ricky stood staring after her, wanting to shout after her, to tell her about the pictures and make her realize she was really his property from now on. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. The sight of that proud, red head and straight, beautiful back restrained him, and he just stood there like a dolt while she got in the car and drove off. He cursed himself silently and started up the rise toward the road.
Just as he had almost reached the top, he saw the car that had been parked on the bluff start to move. It pulled on past him, and he saw that there were two men inside.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered as he recognized one of them. Pat Donovan and one of those thugs who hang out around the canneries bothering the girl workers. Now what the hell are they up to? Did they see Alix? Did they see us together?
He started off down the road, watching the tail lights disappear in the darkness. It worried him to think those two creeps might be tailing Alix, but he shook off the thought as he raised his thumb to signal an oncoming car.
What the hell do I care what happens to Alix Harper? She ditched me out here to get home the best way I can, and she ruined the beautiful love we made. I'm not going to waste any more sympathy on the unfeeling bitch. I'm through fooling around. Next time she'll see the pictures and find out just where she stands. The only thing between us from now on is sex. I'll use her and so will my friends and when we get through, she'll have something to feel dirty about!