Chapter 3
Jerri Hall was the other kind of New Haanan. Her parents moved to New Haana when she was three, with the wave of newcomers who arrived with the opening of the AT&T plant.
Jerri was born in Danbury, Connecticut and her parents were not wild about moving to New Jersey. But they went where the jobs went and the jobs went to New Haana, New Jersey.
They did not mind it then. Or rather, they got used to it. Jerri's mother worked at the AT&T plant, as an administrator and her husband stayed at home and did the housework.
It was an unusual arrangement, but it worked very well.
The two had married straight out of college and they vowed that they would let the person with the better job call the shots. And Jerri's mother had the better job. When she became pregnant with Jerri, she took a leave of absence, but her husband insisted that she return to the job. He wanted to stay at home and take care of the baby. Jerri hardly knew her mother and she spent a great deal of time with her father. He bathed her and changed her and fed her when she was a baby and he toilet trained her and taught her to ride the bicycle and when she had her first period he explained the menstrual cycle to her and he told her about the facts of life and one day he caught her masturbating and he told her that it was fine. She had seen her father naked and he had a big cock and it swung between his legs and she like him very much.
And she was determined that she would remain a virgin until she married. She wanted to marry someone just like her father. She did everything to please him. She got good grades and she kept her room neat and tidy. She joined the choir and she was a cheerleader. He always called her "my little cheerleader." She was pure and chaste and the day that she was dropped from the squad, she cried all the way home on the bus and she ran into her house and she looked for her father and she found him with his big rod inside the Avon Lady.
They did not see her. She ran through the house and found them in the laundry room. Small and carpeted, the laundry room held a washer and a dryer, Westinghouse models and a wash basin, a cabinet filled with Pledge and Endust and Tide and Windex and a big mirror.
Jerri ran into the kitchen. Tears streamed down her face. She could not find her father. She was unhappy and she needed a hug from her Daddy. Her Daddy had his arms around something far more interesting to him, at that very moment. She saw the things on the table, the bag and the cosmetics and then she heard the noises. "Oh, yes. Oh, my. Oh, oh, oh." She did not recognize that voice and she knew it was not her mother. She moved towards the laundry room and she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the other voice. Her father's voice. "Oh, baby. Oh, yes." She heard grunts and she heard slurping. She went to the door of the room and watched in the mirror, which hung on the far wall of the room. She could not see her father, or the Avon Lady, but she could see their reflections. And she could certainly hear them. "Oh, God."
"Oh, yes. Don't stop. Oh, don't stop."
From what Jerri could see, she could tell that the Avon Lady was very attractive. She had small, high, firm breasts. They swept up and the nipples were small with big tips. They looked soft and rubbery and pliable. Her ass was big and fleshy. Her cheeks were like half moons and her cunt hair crawled from her pussy up to her asshole. Her legs were long and trim and shapely and her hair was very deep red and full. All her hair was red. Her cunt hair was red. Her father was naked and excited. Jerri watched him in the mirror. She put her hands between her legs and watched her father. She had seen her father naked, but never erect. It was very surprising.
For one thing, his cock stood up straight. It pointed out into the room at an angle to his balls and it was very big and hard. She did not know that cocks did that. She thought they stayed the same size and hung down between men's legs and just got very hard.
But her father's cock was hard and it was big and it bounced. Every time he moved it bounced a little, up and down, like it was made of elastic. And it was red. It was not red, not the times she had seen it. It was pale like a fish when she saw it and limp, but now it was big and hard and it bounced up and down like a super ball, except a different shape.
Her father's cock. She watched his cock in the mirror and she tightened her legs around her hands. She was a little wet down there and she was not sure why. Her father had a nice body, a hard, mature body with black hair all over it and his black hair contrasted nicely against the Avon Lady's red hair.
Jerri thought of that. She tried to think of color combinations, as she watched her father take the girl's breasts in his hands and squeeze them. He gathered up her breasts. The palms of his hands just covered her nipples and about a third of her breasts and he held them and kneaded them. He pressed his body up against hers and Ins cock throbbed hot and big against her stomach. They kissed. Their tongues went into each other's mouths and slurped and gulped and slobbered.
Jerri watched them get each other wet all over their faces. Her father put his hands in all her red hair and played with it. He stroked her hair and twirled it around his fingers. He spread his fingers like the teeth of a comb and ran his hand down the length of her full, red hair.
She ran her hands over his back. She had long fingers and rounded finger tips and she traced the outlines of his muscles with her fingers. She ran her fingers from his shoulder blades to his ass and she grabbed his buttocks, one in each hand and squeezed them. "Mmmm," he said. He pulled her very close to him and held her tight. He pressed his cock hard up against her groin and Jerri could no longer see it. It was lost in her stomach.
Her breasts pressed up against his hairy chest. He rubbed his chest all over the nice, well formed breasts and Jerri watched them harden. "Oh," the girl in her father's arms said. She squeezed his buttocks very hard and pulled him up into her. He grunted when she pulled his hips up into her. They kissed and they licked each other. He licked her nose and her lips and he licked her neck. He drew a line of saliva down between her breasts and circled around her belly button. He gathered up her buttocks in his hands and held them.
She sighed. He aimed for her nipples with his mouth and he flicked the points of her nipples with his big, pink tongue. He teased and lashed at her nipples and he sucked on them. His mouth made a puckering sound as he sucked on each of her nipples and he licked her breasts. He slid his tongue all the way out of his mouth and drew it up the underside of her breasts, very slowly and very steadily, until his tongue reached one of the nipples.
He nibbled both nipples and lolled his tongue over and over on top of her breasts, in small, tight circles, She tipped back her head and she opened her mouth and moaned. Her hands dug into his buttocks and her fingernails left fed marks across the flesh of his buttocks. He licked up the underside of each breast, over and over again and slid the fingers of his hands down the crack of her ass and pressed up against her sphincter muscle. She moaned, one long moan. "Oooooohhhhhhh," she said. He dropped to his knees. His big cock tapped at the floor. It bounced up and down and its tip hit the carpet between his knees. He moved his big, able hands from her ass to her cunt and played in her red cunt hair. He twirled her cunt hair around his fingers and pulled at it. When he pulled at her hair, he lifted back the flaps of her cunt. The flaps were big and moist and pink and swollen and when he let them flap back into place, they made a little slapping, splashing sound.
He licked her cunt. He held back one of her lips and slid his tongue up the edge of the Up and he did this to each of her lips in turn.
She trembled and rested her hands on his shoulders. Her knees shook. She could barely stand.
He nibbled her clit. He parted her lips with his tongue and dug down to her clit and he nibbled it as if it were a carrot. "Oh my God," she shouted. His cock bounced high up into the air and it beat against the carpet. She held onto his shoulders and leaned back. Her red hair flowed out behind her head and nearly touched the floor. Her stomach arched out in front of her and she bent way, way back. All the muscles in her thighs and in her stomach stretched out and she closed her eyes.
She concentrated on his tongue. Her head bobbed up and down, freely and all the blood rushed to her temples. She was dizzy and her muscles stretched. She leaned back and concentrated on his tongue.
His tongue was at the tip of her clit. He rested it there. He lay it over the very tip of her clit and let some of his saliva drip down into her cunt. She had a fleshy, oozing cunt. Her juices were warm and salty and pungent. Her cunt was soft and meaty and moist.
The creased, wrinkled skin worked into hot red folds of throbbing flesh.
He licked the folds and wrinkles of the hot red throbbing flesh of her meaty, moist cunt.
He slid his tongue down into her cunt as if into a carton of yogurt, to lap the last drops of culture from the bottom of the container. He lapped the drops of cunt culture from the bottom of her container. He traced the outer wrinkles of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. He slapped her clit up and down and nibbled on it. He pushed his whole face into her. She screamed. Her head dangled over backwards and her chest rose as she drew in a deep breath and she screamed. "Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh," she screamed. He lapped and nipped and sucked and nibbled at her cunt and lips and clit and his tongue went deep into her. He tasted her juices. He drank her juices and tasted her flesh and smeared her all over his face. His face was covered with her and he pulled it out and tipped her forward and she licked him clean. She moaned and she cried and her tongue lapped at the hot juices that dripped from his face. She got on her knees and spread the cheeks of his ass. He bent over and his asshole opened up. It was pink and loose. She licked it. Her tongue was wide and pointed and coated with her cunt juices. She held her hands around his thighs and she stuck out her tongue. Her tongue was flat like the back of a hand and it hung very far out of her mouth. She pressed her tongue up against his asshole. It squeezed down between his buttocks and she moved her hands from his thighs and put them on his cheeks and as she held his buttocks apart, she pressed her whole tongue up against his asshole. The tip of her tongue reached all the way to the underside of his balls and the base of her tongue reached almost to the small of his back.
She pressed hard up against his asshole, against his sphincter muscle and she drew her tongue over him.
She tilted her head back and drew her tongue over his asshole.
The tip of her tongue slid along like the caboose of a train over his tracks, the balls to asshole line and she dug the tip of her tongue down into his skin and left a stinging stream of saliva from the ridge in his sack to the very top of his crack.
He moaned and grabbed his cock. She repeated this over and over again. She licked him and pressed hard against his rectum with all her might. She did not have most of her strength in her tongue, but she managed to convince him that it was a muscle with which to contend. His asshole winked. It popped open and shut and open and shut and little bubbles of sweat and juices formed in his crack. He howled and held his cock and his balls were hard against his groin, big and hard and purple. He held his cock so that he would not shoot his stuff. He did not want to shoot his stuff, yet. That was for the grand finale. He held his cock at the very tip, right under his glands and his balls worked in vain to pump semen out of his cock and his cock strained against itself. The muscles in his stomach tightened and the muscles in his asshole contracted and winked and pulsated. She slid her tongue up his asshole. It felt like a warm, slimy snake slithering its way up his asshole. His muscles parted to let it through. His muscles eased against the contours -of her tongue and he could feel his rectum spread to make room for her. As her tongue worked up into him, it became cold against his insides and his torso twisted back and forth as she slithered up into him. Her tongue was big inside of him and hard and clammy at the tip and warm at the base and the muscles far up inside him recoiled against the very tip of her tongue and the muscles close to his hole pulsated.
They contracted and expanded and contracted and expanded and they felt like a big, mushy, contoured beating heart. He had seen beating hearts on TV and they throbbed, slowly, hearts, they opened and closed like fists and they were wrinkled and red and puckered and so was his asshole.
His asshole was a puckering, pulsating heart which she pierced with the arrow of her big, pointed tongue. Then she pulled her tongue out. Slowly, very slowly she drew it down out of him, millimeter by millimeter and he felt every pore inside of him ease back into place as her tongue retreated.
She pulled her tongue all the way out of him and licked the outside of his asshole and the muscles of his rectum quivered and pumped. They pumped at his balls and he wanted to come. The muscles in his asshole pumped and sputtered like they did when he jerked off and sometimes slid a finger up his ass and felt the muscles contracting and pushing against each other when he came.
They did that now, out of control. He got up and commanded, "Get on your knees." She crouched on the floor on her hands and knees and hoisted her ass up into the air behind her. Her cunt lips were thick and wet and they winked just below her brown, funky asshole. He got behind her and mounted her like a dog. He plunged his cock down into her cunt and reached up to her breasts and grabbed them. He held her breasts very hard in his hands, with the bases of his palms up against the undersides of her breasts and his fingers playing over her nipples.
He started slowly, pushing the whole of his cock up into her inch by inch. He felt her lips ooze over his cock and she felt herself slowly fill up. He slid deep into her until he felt the tip of his cock thud against the outer wall of her cunt and then he retreated and pulled his cock very slowly out of her.
She tightened her thigh muscles as he pulled out and he pulled hard and the pressure against his cock was very great. He pulled his cock out to her lips and just his tip rested at her outer lips and then he went back in, a little faster. She panted and moaned and her hips pushed back at him. He slid his cock all the way up inside her, and he felt every inch of her and then he drew his cock back out. He kneaded her breasts and his fingers slid over her nipples. He played with her nipples and she moaned. He went down into her much harder and stayed down inside her and twisted his hips around in circles. He twisted his hips around and around like a gyrating belly dancer and on each downward stroke he plunged deep and hard into her. She panted and moaned and her mouth hung open and she drooled. Her hips circled around with his and she thrust back at him. Her nipples were hard. Her breasts tingled and all the muscles in her stomach and in her groin tightened. He twisted his hips around and around and plunged. He grabbed her breasts as if to support himself and straightened his hips and aimed his cock down into her and he started pumping very fast. "Uh, uh, uh, uh," he said, as he pumped very hard and very fast into her. Thrust, thrust, thrust, he heaved himself all the way down into her and drew just a little way out and went back down again. She lurched forward and moaned. Her hips plunged back at him and her breasts ached as he held them hard like handles and supported all of his weight on her back. His thrusts grew more and more frequent and more manic and he was a piston engine that beat away at her. Pump, pump, pump, very hard and very fast.
She groaned and her fingers dug into the floor. His saliva dripped down onto her back and hers dripped down onto her hands. They sweated. Then he pulled out of her. She screamed and she bobbed her hips frantically in the air at him and tried to reach his cock. Her hips reached back and back and back and she moaned and she was tight and hot and ready and he kneeled behind her. "Please," she screamed. "Please, oh please oh please ohpleaseohplease," she begged. He let her beg. He held onto his cock and listened as she begged, then he landed two, good, long, excruciatingly slow strokes into her and one very fast one and they both came. He came in three spurts and they broke out of him very slowly. He felt his cock discharge the semen and the spurts were terribly long and straining and it took him at least forty five seconds to drain his cock of all the semen. Her clit was stiff and her muscles tense, and they released, like a rubber band when you release it, after you have twirled it over and over around itself.
Her insides were like that rubber band and they unknotted and relaxed and her hips bobbed around and she quivered and moaned. Jerri ran upstairs with her hands between her legs. She was only halfway up the stairs before she started to climax. The climax was short and sharp and she liked it very much. It was her first. She realized at that very moment the difference between Leslie Bodant and herself and she did not put it in terms of New Haana.
What she realized was that she was the sort of woman her father married and Leslie was the sort of woman her father fucked.
She wanted to belong in the latter category.
She wanted to be a Leslie Bodant in life and not a Jerri Hall.
She wanted to be the sort of girl her father would love enough to fuck.
And she resolved to do two things: get Leslie Bodant off the team; learn how to fuck.
She lay on her bed and lay plans for the next few months.