Chapter 2
Lowell followed Judy into her room. Her gaze remained fixed on his face in the wide-eyed stare of a terrified fawn.
She whispered again. "Please, Lowell...please don't!"
He leered at her and gave his mother an obvious, comic wink. But the moment he was through the door he pulled it shut and placed his fingertip to his lips with a frowning shake of his head.
"Shh!" He jerked his head toward Sarah's room. "Shh. Come here." He whispered, too, and crossed the tiny cell to the window.
Mystified, Judy obeyed. She stood beside him, self-consciousness forgotten, and tried to see what he was looking at in the grounds below. His arm slipped around her waist in a gentle, brotherly gesture and he spoke barely above the whisper he'd been using.
"Never mind Mother-she means well. Always has. Look, it's no good for a pretty, young thing to be cooped up at a death bed all day every day. Get your clothes on. We'll go for a walk in the woods down there. Edith's going to sit with Mother this morning."
"But I ... But she ... "
He chuckled softly. "Figure she's going to be waiting for a juicy story? Look! We'll make one up! All the gory details! Okay?"
"Just...just a walk?"
"Why not?" He laughed again and his voice was still low, as if to avoid it carrying into the next room. "What the hell? Figure I'm an ogre or something? Hell, I'm not going to rape you! Come on, puss-get something on! You need fresh air!"
Judy had a sense of let-down mixed with the immense relief his assurance gave her. She snatched up her skirt, turned her back to him and wrapped it around her. That was a stupid, useless kind of modesty, she thought-a silly thing carried over from childhood. But it was as natural and inevitable as if it had been a kind of race memory.
The oak woods extended across the flat of the knoll and over its brow. The old trees grew well apart, their branches intermingling to form a dense canopy that deprived the ground beneath them of sun. And their fallen leaves settled into a thick carpet, rotting underneath and returning year by year to the soil that nourished the aging monarchs. Judy's nose wrinkled at the sweet scent of humus and drying acorns as her feet sank deliciously in the springy overburden. She clung to Lowell's hand like a child, filling her lungs with the fresh, summer air and listening to the rustle underfoot and the busy clucking of birds.
She realized she hadn't been outside the old house since her arrival; this walk was like a splendid adventure. She'd been right about Lowell, she decided. He was a sweet, thoughtful man. Anybody who understood as quickly as he did would be the ideal type to make love to for the first time. He was the kind who'd make it something a woman would never forget. Anybody, she thought, just anybody, can hold out until they get married and have their wedding night to remember. And anybody can make the first time something with a guy in the back seat of a car. It ought to be special-special person and special place...
They stopped at the top of the slope. Behind, the thick foliage hid the house and outbuildings; Judy could see nothing but the shaded avenues of the woods when she looked back. Ahead, they overlooked a space where no trees grew-a broad, steep clearing rank with grass. Sunshine angled under the lowest branches of the oaks and washed Judy with warmth. She sank to the ground, undisturbed leaf mold yielding under her weight and cushioning her.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed softly. "It's so beautiful!"
"Thought you'd like it." Lowell dropped beside her. "Great view this time of day."
"So peaceful! So quiet!"
A narrow valley floored with orchards lay between them and another wooded hill. On the far slope, shadows made the trees look dark and mysterious and gave the scene an atmosphere of timeless permanence.
"Oh, Lowell! It's so beautiful it makes me shiver! Oh, thank you for showing me!" She twisted impulsively to fling her arms around his neck and kiss the side of his face.
He chuckled and fell backward under her weight, clutching her to him companionably. "Hey! Hey, there! Don't get carried away!"
She nuzzled the hollow between his jaw and throat. "How can I help it?" she asked. "Oh, how could anybody help it? You're just so sweet and thoughtful!"
"I remember reading about a ship and a crusty old sea captain, once," he remarked, his lips brushing the hair behind her ear. "They took on a special cargo. Everything in it was so fragile they were afraid they'd smash it getting it in the hold. Crew almost mutinied before they made home port."
"Why?"
"Captain. Old bastard was mean any time. He'd cut a man to pieces just the way he cussed him out. But he played with that ship like a feather that voyage. Slipped around the edges of storms they'd usually plow through. Took twice as long to make the run. Ran out of damn near everything on board. But the cargo was safe." He held her face away and peered into her eyes with a quiet, thoughtful expression. "A man thinks about the cargo," he added tenderly. "Sometimes it's fragile."
"Oh, Lowell!" A flood of tenderness swept her. She closed her eyes and felt for his mouth with her lips. "Oh, Lowell!" she whispered against the soft moistness.
His lips were firm and finely molded. His breath caressed her cheek in hot, light puffs. His arms held her with a steady, gentle pressure so her breasts flattened on his chest without feeling crushed. She felt her hair slip and saw it tumble past her face to create a private world for their kiss. She worked her lips on his. His man-scent overwhelmed her and ignited a flaming desire to taste the subtle flavor his mouth promised. Timidly, her body tense with her daring, she slipped the tip of her tongue between her parted lips and ran it along the smooth, firm flesh that touched hers. She felt his arms tighten perceptibly and his tongue met hers, its surface startling her with its soft roughness and its flat-tasting wetness.
It was an intimacy she'd never experienced so intensely. She gulped as a fierce tingle coursed over her. Her toes dug at the thick carpet of leaves and her thighs hardened and pressed together.
"Oh!" she gasped through their kiss. "Mrara! Mmm, Lowell!"
"Gently, girl," he mumbled under the pressure of her gulping attack.
Judy raised her head and swallowed. "Oh, my!" She shook the hair back over her shoulder. "Oh, my! Lowell!" She stared into the deep blue of his eyes and touched his lips with a fingertip, intensely aware of the way her breasts brushed him as her chest heaved.
"Like climbing a hill, isn't it?" He grinned sympathetically. "Like stopping to rest after you make that first steep climb at the bottom of a hill."
"Yes. Oh, yes!" She understood his symbolism. Making love was a long hill you climbed, a breathless climb with every turn along the way another surprise. And she'd made the first, steep ascent.
When Lowell stirred she yielded without protest, letting him roll her onto her back and gazing up at him-and past him into the dark caverns among the overhead branches. The second kiss was a long, quiet exploring. She met it with parted lips, her eyes open so she could see the way his lashes flicked and how the blue of his eyes darkened. A strand of fine, black hair broke away from the casual waves above his forehead and lay against his brow. She touched it, lifted it, then tenderly laid it in place. But excitement welled as she felt the insistence of his tongue and submitted to its gentle probing into her mouth.
She clung fiercely. Her own tongue shaped itself to the bulk of the thick organ in her mouth and she gulped convulsively when he rimmed the arch of her palate. A hard, sympathetic tightening seized her pussy and made her draw up her knees, as if the penetration in her mouth were the shadow of a more intimate, deeper penetration into her tensing belly.
Lowell caressed her, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh at her waist and along her side, and she twisted her hips and shivered at the sudden ache in her nipples. She wanted him to feel her. She wanted his fingers to find the places she guarded and fondle them with careful discovery. She wanted him to boost her up the long hill she was climbing. She was giddy with the sweetness and beauty of their action. A woman could remember a setting like this forever, she reflected happily. She could remember the soothing warmth of the sun's rays and the soft springiness of the leaf mold and the affectionate chuckling of birds. And she could thrill again and again to the memory of stolen adventure.
She arched her back. The leaf mattress sank to form a cup beneath the pressure of her buttocks and another, broader one under her squirming shoulders. Lowell's fingertips touched a tender juncture between muscles at the side of her quivering back and tendrils of pleasure writhed through her.
Lowell drew away to study her. His eyes twinkled and a smile touched the corner of his mouth. She watched him. Her lips felt wet and swollen and she knew her eyes smoldered with the excitement that filled her.
"Oh, my gosh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my gosh, I'm burning up!"
"There's not much breeze. The sun...."
"That's it. The sun," she mumbled. "It's going to make me all sweaty."
He laughed, a tender note in his voice. "Climbing's a sweaty business, puss. That's part of it."
"If you say so." She rocked her head lightly from side to side. It didn't matter to her what he said. At that moment he couldn't say anything wrong. "Kiss me again, Lowell. Oh, kiss me! Please!"
He lowered his mouth to hers very slowly. But when their flesh met it was in a savage, hungry embrace that took away her breath and sent fierce, jagged lances of pleasure racing through her. She felt herself writhing as if she'd been in pain, and her skirt parted and slid off her legs. The sun kissed the bare flesh between the tops of her stockings and the edge of her panties.
Oh dear! she thought fleetingly. Oh, dear! I'm almost naked! And it's just what I wanted! I'm going to be awful! I know I am! I'm going to do something wicked and awful and just perfectly delicious!
She gulped at his tongue. She tried sucking on it, thrilling to the way it seemed to swell at the back of her mouth. And she pressed on it gently with her teeth and squeezed it between her lips.
God! How can he get it so deep? It's going clear into my throat!
His hand pressed at the underside of her breast.
Over the pulsing sea of pleasure she floated in a sudden, hard-edged rock of sheer delight rose. Great, throbbing waves of heat surged through her and a ball of insane, fiery desire gathered behind her pussy.
"Mmmhh!..." Her fingers fumbled on Lowell's back and her arms tightened. "Mmmm!"
With a gentle squeeze, he cupped his hand over the sensitive mound. His fingers massaged through the thickness of her blouse and bra and she felt powerful stabs of prickly sensation in her nipple. A deeper kind of pleasure seemed to well from the inner tissues of her breast as if grapes of flesh were slipping over each other.
At last he raised his head. He gasped for air and laughed gustily. "Steeper hill than most!" he exclaimed.
She nodded quickly. "I'm going up it awfully fast!" she panted. "Oh, I want so much to know what's on top!"
"Yes. Yes, I think you honestly want to know."
"I do! Oh, please! I really do!"
He pushed himself to a sitting position beside her and continued to massage the sensitive flesh of her breast with one hand while he began to unbutton her blouse. His fingers moved deliberately. He showed no haste. It was a simple, quiet act. She dug her fingers into the leaves and fought to keep her breathing even. She was conscious of the rapid, strong beat of her heart. She thought it must be audible. Surely, Lowell could hear it and sense how terribly excited she was at the loosening of each button. She held her breath while he unbuttoned the last one, then released the trapped air in a long, shuddering sigh when the starched material slipped open to settle at her sides.
He smiled and she tried to smile back at him. Her lips felt stiff, only the corners twitching in response to her effort. I'm acting like a scared kid! she thought. Panic struck her at the idea he might change his mind-might suddenly decide she was too much of a child for the thing they were doing. What would a woman do? If she'd let him go this far and wanted him to stay excited, how would she do it? I've got to make him want me...
She sensed she'd already let him know how she felt. For what that was worth, he was taking it into account. Only her physical attractiveness remained for bait. That was the thing to capitalize on. Cringing inwardly at her own boldness, she forced her arms away from her sides and extended them slowly beyond her head. She stretched. Oh, dear God, she thought. Make it look sexy, not cheap! Ooh! The way my boobies stick up! He's got to like that! Her blouse tugged; she felt the motion of her arms pulling the material upward beneath her back. The rays of the sun were warm on the bare flesh of her belly and between her breasts, where the cups of her bra left an open gap. And the upper swell of her thighs felt hot now from exposure to the sun; she was sure a patch of her panties must be visible.
Lowell's smile broadened. He squeezed one of her boobies again, then gently worked his hands under her. She twisted to make it easier for him while he unfastened her bra. And she drew a deep breath and held it while he eased blouse, then bra, off her arms.
Her breasts tingled fiercely. She saw the flesh tighten and goosebumps appear. Rounded cones, their tips settling to push the bases wider, the smooth, pale mounds quivered in their exposure. She flinched with embarrassment at the way her nipples seemed to be cowering at the tops of the mounds, as if afraid to rise.
Kid's tits! she thought. Not a woman's! Just kid-tits!
But Lowell's eyes were bright as he stared at the twin display. "Christ!" He sounded as if he were talking to himself. "A guy forgets what jugs look like before they've been mauled! Beautiful! Just beautiful!" He bent closer.
A wild inner churning shook Judy as his face approached one trembling breast. My God! He's going to kiss it! I don't know if I can stand it!
He brushed one shrinking nipple with his lips. The gentle tingle flared. A thrill of pleasure surged over her. She gasped with delight and jerked one knee up.
"Ooh! Oh, Lowell! That felt so ... so ... "
He touched the swell of her breast with a lingering kiss, then moved and kissed another spot and another. Pleasure spread through her in widening ripples, pulsing with each kiss.
"Mmmm! So good! Oh, yes! It's so good!" She whispered.
He touched the nipple again. This time it was a long, moist kiss. His lips parted to nuzzle the quivering little lump of pink flesh. They pinched it and tugged lightly. Hot needles of excitement jabbed at her and she watched her nipple swell. It lengthened and the rounded top flattened, the edges sharply defined. She shook with embarrassed pride at the new, bold appearance she presented. Lowell's lips quickened their caresses, tightening on the firm sides of the nipple and rolling it between them. She felt the warm wetness of his tongue playing over the cap of the tingling button and let her hips twist slowly in response to the delight that rippled over her.
"Oh! Oh, my goodness! I like that!"
His lips parted further to engulf the aureole and he started to suck at the tip of her breast. The small of her back snapped upward with a sudden, involuntary jerk.
"Oh, oh! Oh, my gosh!" She gasped sharply and caught her lower lip between her teeth. "Mmmm!"
The knee she'd drawn up swayed from side to side; the prickling sense of heat in her pussy was growing too intense to ignore. Lowell laid his hand on her stocking and stroked lightly, caressing her with long, slow movements from her knee to the top of her stocking. At the end of each caress, his fingers brushed the bare flesh near the top of her thigh.
"Please!" she whispered huskily. "Oh, yes! Please don't stop!"
His sucking grew stronger and a greater section of the inflamed breast disappeared into his mouth. His tongue worried her nipple; he thrust it back and forth and ran it repeatedly around the hard, sensitized edge. His hand settled on the bare flesh of her upper thigh.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear God! Lowell, Lowell!"
Her excitement boiled and she twisted fiercely, the leaves rustling under her. Her hands clenched and unclenched; she couldn't keep her arms beyond her head any longer. Terrified of interfering with the exquisite sensations Lowell was producing in her, she thrust her hands under her buttocks, lacing her fingers and pressing down on them to hold them still. As his light rubbing gave way to probing squeezes along the inner side of her thigh, she swung her knee outward. Her thighs separated and the morning air cooled the sticky layer of perspiration between them. His thumb reached the edge of her panties, pressing into the hollow between thigh and pussy, and a flash of concentrated heat stabbed the heart of her cunt.
"Ahhh...mmmm!"
She dragged her other heel toward her bottom, tenting the knee and letting it fall outward to the side. Overcome by eagerness, she tugged her heels tightly against her buttocks and let her knees sag outward until the tension across her pussy and in the joints of her hips hurt.
"Oh, Lowell! Oh, God, I didn't know I could get so awful! I'm sorry, Lowell!"
He raised his head to gaze fondly into her eyes. "That's what it's all about, puss," he told her. He chuckled and unfastened the great, coiled button at the waistband of her skirt.
The garment slid over the nylon of her panties to fall away from her hips. He shifted position to grasp the upper edge of the tight, sheer briefs.
"Oh, my!" She gasped, then held her breath again.
He was going to take off her panties. He was going to look at that ash-blonde hair that grew so luxuriantly over her mound and on the folds of her pussy. And he was going to see the moist, pink, puffy flesh that parted that pelt in the center of her crotch. She extended her legs, knees clamped demurely together and toes pointed. And she moved her hands, clenching them into fists under the small of her back.
Lowell worked the panties carefully over the swell of her hips. He worked his hands under her to ease the clinging material around the bulge of her taut buttocks and paused, a tight roll of the nylon drawing a line across her abdomen at the top of her pubic hair. She shut her eyes for an instant, a faint sense of shame edging into the haze of pleasure that surrounded her. I'm so brazen! she thought suddenly. Right out here in the open this way! And in broad daylight! But it's too late to stop. I don't want to stop! Not now!
Lowell touched his lips with the tip of his tongue and slid her panties down, one side after the other, over the tops of her tighs and away from her pussy. Shame and confusion wrenched violently at her when she felt the crotch of the garment stick momentarily to her flesh and then felt the awful wetness of the garment on the inner sides of her thighs.
Oh, God! She turned her head, conscious of the fiery heat in her cheeks and knowing she was blushing furiously. Oh, God! They're all wet and sticky! I must be all wet! The excitement. . . He'll be so disgusted!
But he gave no sign of disgust. He pulled her panties gently over the bare part of her thighs, and the sound of nylon sliding over nylon whispered to her while he was drawing them over over stockings. She breathed a silent prayer of thanks she'd worn self-supporting hose and didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of his seeing her in a garter belt.
He laid the panties with her blouse and bra and she waited for him to remove her shoes and stockings. But he made no move to do so. Instead, he ran his hand slowly and lovingly the length of her body, the rough-tipped male fingers caressing her perspiring flesh with an intimacy she'd only dreamed of before.
She trembled under his caresses. His hands seemed so knowing, so terribly experienced. His fingers lingered in hollows that flinched with intense sensitivity. They paused at points where the light touch jolted her with unexpected pleasure. Their progress could be measured by the wave of muscle tension that preceded them in the layer of flesh just under her skin. She twisted without meaning to and her breath came in ragged gasps.
She was as frightened as she was excited, too. She didn't know what would come next. The entire range of stimulus he could use on her from this point on was virgin territory to her-was virginal as she, herself. She'd petted before. She'd kissed and let more than one of the boys fondle her boobies and even submitted briefly once or twice when one of them had felt her up, down around her pussy. But she'd never before lain naked in front of anybody whose intention was to fuck her.
He'll get between my legs, she thought. Pretty soon he'll get between my legs and there'll be a warm, delicious pecker sticking into me! But what was he going to do first? What things would he touch-maybe rub-that she hadn't even thought of? What was he going to do to her before he did stick his pecker in? For that matter, was he even going to get undressed, himself? She didn't have any idea; she had no experience to base a guess on. And apprehension tightened her throat and made her dig her fingernails into her palms.
Lowell used both hands. He bent often to kiss her on the mouth, but his fingers didn't stop their exploring and probing for an instant. And he kissed other places. His lips settled again and again, hot and wet and firm on parts of her flesh that startled her. She knew the delicious thrill of mouth on breast, now; she loved it and made purring sounds when he repeated it. But a kiss on the navel, with the tip of his tongue darting into the sensitive depression shocked her and made her belly jerk inward and her breath hiss between her teeth. And a lingering, gentle kiss on her hip sent fingers of delight slithering across her abdomen to settle in her pussy. When he buried his face in the fluffy mass of her pubic hair her hips jerked to drive her buttocks into the leaf mold and she twisted, one knee sliding over the other and her thighs tightening convulsively.
He started caressing her thighs again. His fingers kneaded the soft, damp flesh and thrills of pleasure warmed her. She forgot apprehension. Renewed desire swept over her and the urge to raise her knees and fling her thighs apart for him grew to irresistible strength.
"Aghhh...Lowell ... oh, Lowell!"
She thrust her thighs apart, one foot turning outward and her knee rising and falling unnoticed. Lowell's lingers brushed the hairy cover of one tingling pussylip and she jerked her hips abruptly upward.
"Oh, dear-God, Lowell!"
Her pubic hair stood stiff, peaked in separate strands by the drying, sticky coating of her juices. Individual hairs pulled as Lowell rubbed across them. The pulpy flesh writhed reflexively and powerful surges of pleasure rocked her. Virgin folds heated and swelled. And as the inner membranes puffed they forced her pussylips apart. The salmon-pink slit opened like a fleshy Detailed blossom unfolding. Lobed inner lips appeared, beaded with shimmering globules of her fluids and criss-crossed with a network of fine, delicate webbed veins. The soft tissues darkened quickly with the flush of her excitement and the quivering, thick rim of her cuntmouth lay exposed.
Lowell's eyes gleamed hungrily while he fingered the slippery flesh. The surfaces whitened where his fingertips dragged, then darkened as the blood rushed back into them. Judy's hips jerked and twisted, and her boobs surged as she writhed.
He caressed the inner lips and the darker floor of her slit. And he traced circles around the throbbing edges of her cuntmouth.
She rolled her head from side to side, groaning with delight.
Lowell worked his fingers upward along her slit and ran them over the slopes of her clitoris hood.
"Lowell!" She slammed her ass into the leaves and flung herself sideward. "Omigod! What did you do!"
"Good God, Judy! You've never done that?"
"Oh, Christ, no! What was it?"
"Jesus!" He exclaimed in a whisper. "Jesus Christ! Honey, that's your clitoris!"
"I..." Embarrassment overwhelmed her, even in the midst of her excitement. "Just when I take a bath or shower. Once in awhile, by accident. I mean ... Oh, but not like that!"
"Of course not," he murmured.
His finger dipped into the copious fountain of sweet-smelling liquid that welled from her cuntmouth. He laid a thick droplet of the slippery juice on the side of the hood and spread it quickly.
"Eeeiii! Yaghhh! My God, don't!" She flung herself from side to side and her knees jerked together. "Oooohhh ... Oh, Lord!"
But Lowell refused to allow her churning thighs to dislodge his hand. His finger pressed on the hood and massaged the supersensitive lump within it. Judy lashed about, beating at the leaves with her fists, then grabbing his wrist with both hands and struggling to push his hand away from the tortured little organ.
"Oh, Christ, Lowell! I can't stand that!"
He withdrew his hand and allowed her to settle her inflamed nerves. She writhed, her movements slowly quieting while she moaned with mixed fright and delight.
"Dear God, Lowell! Oh, dear God!"
"It didn't hurt, did it?" he asked with a smile.
"No! Oh, no! I ... I guess not! It felt good! But too much! Too much, Lowell!" She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Lowell...."
"Yeah?"
For the space of a heatbeat, she thought he looked at her as a cat might at a mouse. But the impression vanished and she saw him simply as a thoughtful, excited man humoring the woman he was making love to.
"It- That feels- Oh, Lowell, darling! Do it some more! But just a little at a time! Please?" She felt herself choking up and tried to overcome the sudden lapse into childish panic. "I just know I won't be able to control myself. I mean, it feels so awful good!"
He chuckled easily and shifted positions again to kneel at her waist. His hands settled on her belly and he began to knead the flesh. This was no longer a light, exploratory caress. It was a demanding, gut-searching massage that awakened deep pleasure centers Judy knew nothing about. It aroused a savage hunger in her cuntmouth and swept her away from the self-conscious plateau of enjoyment she'd found herself on. The world of oaks and birds and leaves and warm sun on shrinking, naked flesh vanished for her, to be replaced by a narrow, intense world of sensation and desire and excitement. Unnerving, distracting ideas disappeared from her mind, drowned by primitive impulse and fierce eagerness.
Her knees parted widely again and one of Lowell's hands settled on her pussy. She felt a delicious penetration as one of his fingers drove into her cuntmouth. Her hips twisted and rose. His thumb thrust aside the hood over her clitoris and pressed at the naked, sensitive tip of the organ. She cried out wildly, her body arching. Weight supported by heels and shoulders, she flung her hips into the air and rocked from side to side while his thumb rubbed the delicate organ in tight circles.
"Omigod!" she shrieked. "No-no-no! Eeeaghhh!" But she thrust against the persistent massage.
The intensity of sensation rocketed and she fell back to the leafy mattress, curling up and clutching at Lowell's hand.
"Ohhh!" She groaned. "Lowell, Lowell! Oh, Jesus!"
He released her and stood. She slowly straightened, twisting with remembered delight and panting heavily. While he watched her lessening contortions, he stripped quickly. Judy stared, realization dawning on her she was about to look at a naked man for the first time in her life. There was nothing startling or new about him when his shirt came off; she'd seen hairy chests and smoothly bulging shoulders before. But when he removed his trousers and shorts she felt her breath catch in her throat.
Oh, God! It isn't a penis! she thought, aghast. It isn't even a pecker! Cock! That's what it is! A monstrous, beautiful, brutal, gorgeous cock! And then, terrified: No! It'll never go in! I'm not big enough! It won't go in!
Naked, Lowell dropped between the thighs she'd carelessly allowed to part again. His knees wedged them further apart and his hands delved into her pussy, mauling her pussy lips and fingering the rim of her cuntmouth and twisting her quivering clitoris. She struggled, arching and jerking, but her strength seemed puny pitted against his eager insistence.
"No! no, no! Please!" She pushed at his hands without perceptible success.
His eyes seemed to her to glow and he swallowed as if his mouth were dry. His manipulation of the flesh in her pussy inflamed her and drove off her caution. Her excitement mounted and her flailing lost its defensive character and took on the quality of impatient desire.
"Oh, dear!" she whispered, turning her head to the side. "Oh, darling! Now! Now! Let me have it in me! Put it in!"
Lowell caught at her legs and raised them, pushing them over her torso and tilting her pussy up toward his cock. Resting her calves on his shoulders, he grabbed the immense shaft of his dick in his hand and laid the meaty bulb of his cockhead against her twitching cuntmouth.
"Push! Put it in! Put it in!"
Like a great bulb of fire, the spongy cockhead wedged open her taut cuntmouth and sank into it.
She felt the rubbery rim stretch to accept the sloped bulge and cried out with joy at the incredible sense of penetration. Before her rim had stopped stretching-before she had accepted the thickest part of his cockhead-she was aware of a sudden, blunt inner tension. Lowell's pressure hurt her and she knew her hymen had stopped the inward plunge of the great cock.
Sudden perspiration bathed her and she tensed her legs, raising her hips and momentarily relieving the force of the entering cock. Wild desire jerked at her and she let her hips drop sharply, driving her cunt onto the rigid, massive prick. A white-hot flash of pain seared her gut and was gone. The brutal, bulging cockhead plowed the length of her passage, Lowell's thick shaft thrusting with fluid speed.
Fragments of thought tumbled over each other. He's in me! All the way! Oh, God, so weird ... so good! Pushing things out of the way! Not a virgin now! Oh, good! So awfully good!
"Now, baby!" His voice sounded harsh and strained. "Now we fuck, baby! Now we fuck!"
"Yes! Oh, yes, darling! Fuck me!"
He clutched at her thighs, next to her knees, and forced her legs back over her. The tension held her ass in the air and he adjusted his force to position her pussy at the height of his cock. His hips jerked backward and forward while his cock plunged like an oversized piston in her. The levering cockhead churned her guts, generating a fantastic sense of pleasure in her belly, while the massive cylinder of his shaft bored back and forth in the slippery grip of her cunt.
She gasped and cried out at the force of the blows on her pussy; his cock-hard pelvic shield crashed unmercifully on the soft, swollen mounds of her pussy. He blasted the frontal ridges of his thighs on her upturned ass and battered her helpless body. Her excitement and the novelty of the marvelous fullness masked the discomfort his violence caused. She used his grip as leverage to respond to his plunging, snapping her hips toward him each time he stroked into her.
"Lowell, darling! Oh, Lowell-Something's going to happen...Lowell, what's happening to me?"
"You're getting fucked, baby!" He practically yelled it at her. "Cock in cunt, that's what!"
"That's...not-" She gasped, unable to complete the message.
A fantastic, demanding knot of tension had gathered in her belly. Pleasure shook her entire body and she heard a roaring in her ears.
"Oh-Ahhh...Darling!" The knot dissolved, flooding her with pleasure immeasurably more intense than any she'd ever before experienced. "Omigod!" She screamed. "Omigod!" Her body stiffened as spasms convulsed her belly and the walls of her vagina clamped around the buried cock. "Omigod, Lowell!"
"Jesus, you're a mink," he panted fiercely. His fingers bit cruelly into her thighs and he rammed his cock viciously to its full depth, its broad base crushing her pussy and quivering there. "Unh!...unnnhhh!" he grunted loudly.
She felt a sharp jerking at the base of his cock and a sudden pool of warmth forming in the core of her belly. A hard tremor shook her and she clawed at the leaves, tilting her head back and moaning happily.
"Fucking little mink!" Lowell ground at her, brutally thrusting her knees onto her boobies and letting his weight ride on her trembling ass. He twisted her on her shoulders, groaning and puffing as he wallowed in the hot softness of her cunt.
But the savage tension of his orgasm subsided even before her own awesome contractions stopped, and he eased his grip and pushed his knees back so she collapsed under him on the ground. She let herself sag under his limp body. Slowly, hesitantly, her arms crept around his panting form and she thrilled to the quick-forming pools of sweat that collected between them.
"Oh, thank you!" she whispered to him. "Thank you, darling! I wanted you so badly!"
He growled softly at her, then laughed. "You really were, weren't you! You really were a goddamn virgin!"
"I ... Yes ... but.. . "
"Hell, I don't mind! I just didn't believe it, that's all!"
"Lowell!"
"Aw, shit! Don't get all uptight."
"But...."
"Come on, now! Hell, it's just the first time I ever busted a cherry, that's all! Christ, you're hot as a Chinese cannon, aren't you!"
She shivered. He wasn't being the kind, tender creature she'd felt so warm toward. But she resisted the temptation toward self-pity. She'd heard stories about men-about how they changed when they'd gotten what they wanted. Lowell wasn't being mean, at least. And that's more than you can say for John McAllister, I bet, she told herself.