Chapter 2
Art and Ginny Malone were both tingling with erotic anticipation as he pulled their car into the driveway. Although they were an old married couple, they were as anxious to hop into bed with each other and fuck as a pair of horny teenagers.
Actually, the Malones' evening out had not started well. The service at the restaurant where they ate was lousy and the food was worse. Things hit bottom when the movie they planned to attend was sold out. Frustrated, Art and Ginny went to the first theatre they could find and bought tickets without even knowing what they were going to see. From that point on, there was a dramatic improvement that neither of them could have predicted.
Five minutes after the show started, Art and Ginny looked wide-eyed at each other, their breath coming in gasps. There was a throbbing bulge in his pants and her panties were soaking wet. They were watching their first hard-core porno movie.
The raw action on the screen turned on both of them beyond control. Although usually a reserved woman, Ginny let Art feel her up and agreed to play with his hard cock, despite the people sitting around them. Finally, she went down on him right in the theatre, which explained the cum now crusting around the fly of his pants.
However, Art and Ginny had to go home for what they really craved. A fuck. His stiff prick in her tight, wet pussy. Jizz squirting up in her spasming cunt as both of them climaxed simultaneously. They were so hot it had been all they could do to keep from pulling the car over and fucking by the side of the road.
"You're going to think you've had a jackhammer inside your cunt when I'm finished balling you," Art gushed, as he switched off the lights and killed the engine. His prick was like a crowbar in his pants.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Ginny purred.
Her twat was boiling. She had to keep her thighs together to keep the juice from leaking all over the upholstery of their new Toyota.
"You'll find out soon enough," Art leered. "Come on, let's go inside or I'll fuck you right here in the car. When you start screaming from my big' cock in your cunt, the neighbors will call the cops that someone's being raped.
The door of the Toyota was open when, suddenly, Ginny froze. Her eyes were on a pony-tailed silhouette in the living-room window.
"What's wrong?" Art asked.
"The babysitter," Ginny sighed with frustration. "One of us has to take her home."
"Shit," Art muttered. "Can't she walk?"
"Are you kidding? This rape business is no joke.Three women have been attacked in the suburbs in the last month. One of us is going to have to give that girl a ride home. I'll do it if you'd like."
"Hell, I'm so horny, I'll probably jerk off if you leave me alone," Art said. "Send her out. I'll whip her home right away, while you get ready."
"I'll put some of that strawberry lotion on my pussy that you like so much," Ginny said.
Art smacked his lips in anticipation. His cock was so stiff that it ached.
When the babysitter appeared, she was clutching her school books to the front of her sweater. Immediately, Art noticed how innocent she looked, with her pleated skirt, scrubbed cheeks and blonde ponytail.
"Have a nice time, Mr. Malone?" she asked as she got into the car.
"Oh, yeah, sure ... sure," Art clumsily responded, his tongue sticking on her name. Since he'd passed thirty-five, these teenage girls all looked the same to him.
They had driven a block when Art realized he had no idea where the girl lived. When he asked for directions, he carelessly took a stab at her name and came up with the wrong one.
"Oh, no, Mr. Malone, my name's not Candy," she corrected him. "It's Honey. Honey Wilde. I can see where you'd be confused, though. They're both sweet."
For the first time, Art noticed there was something different about this girl. This Honey. She was looking at him in a way that was both peculiar and familiar.
Suddenly he realized what it was. She was looking at him in the same way Ginny had during the ride home when she couldn't wait to get his cock inside her cunt.
The car swerved to the right and lurched to a stop when it hit the curb as paralyzing self-consciousness seized Art Malone. Realizing that the girl was staring at his cum-stained, bulging crotch, Art tried to make his cock go down-but it was impossible.
Honey slid over on the seat, her skirt riding up her creamy thighs. Art became aware that one of her thighs was touching one of his. The only sound in the car was hard breathing.
"Do you mind if I speak frankly, Mr. Malone?" Honey broke the panting silence in a girlish but serious voice.
Words would not form in Art's bone-dry mouth. All he could do was nod. .
"I hope you won't take this the wrong way, because I'm certainly not the kind of girl who says this to just anybody," Honey said. "But I find you extremely attractive."
She openly rubbed her bare thigh against his. Art thought his dick was going to shoot off in his pants.
"I know you're married and all, and some people might not approve, but all I know is the way I feel," Honey matter-of-factly stated. "If you wanted me to, I'd give myself to you. No strings attached."
"You don't know what you're saying!" Art blurted.
"Oh, yes, I do," Honey firmly replied. "A virgin doesn't go shooting her mouth off about something like this. Not unless she's sure." She paused for devastating effect. "I'm sure. Please fuck me."
Without waiting for Art's response, Honey lifted the hem of her skirt. Her sheer panties were so damp with pussy-juice that they might as well not have been there.
Honey took Art's hand and placed it between her open thighs. When his fingertips felt the moist warmth of her steaming pussy, they began moving on their own. Quickly, the crotch-panel of Honey's panties was tugged aside and Art was finger-fucking her to the last knuckle. The pungent aroma of hot, teenage pussy-juice filled the car.
"There's a place where the kids go to make-out," Honey rapidly told Art. "You can take me there and do whatever you want to me. Just promise you'll pop my cherry before you take me home."
"Yes," Art muttered. "Yes." It was all he could say.
Honey unzipped his fly and played with his hard-on on the way to their destination. Her lips were just beginning to slurp down the blue-veined shaft of his cock when Art parked the car. Within seconds, the two of them were tangled in the back seat in a wild embrace, feverishly stripping each other.
When Art had Honey down to her panties, he found his hand in the crack of her ass. Gripping a flimsy ribbon of fabric, he ripped the final garment away from the rear. Naked, Honey pushed her hot pussy in his face. Art started eating like he was starving to death.
A few moments later, they were coupled in a slurping sixty-nine. Art's face was buried in ear-to-ear cunt. His thick cock was pumping furiously down Honey's throat. The car rocked crazily on its axles.
Primed for an explosion by Ginny before Honey was even in the picture, Art's balls twisted violently in their sac. The pressurized cum rose in his dick and blasted forth into the gumming, tonguing cavity that was Honey's mouth.
As fast as Art's jizz squirted into her mouth, Honey gulped it down. She didn't choke, she didn't gag. She swallowed Art's cum with a smoothness equaling the creamy texture of the gushing substance itself.
Art was impressed. His wife, although an expert cock-sucker, would never drink his jizz. When he came in her mouth, Ginny spit it out. It was a treat for Art to hear moist gurgling as his hot cum percolated into a female throat. Compared to Honey Wilde, Art's wife seemed just half a woman, even though Ginny was twice the cum-sucking teenager's age.
His dick even harder than before he had shot his wad, Art muscled Honey against the car door. Without any resistance, he opened her legs as far as they would go. Juicy with desire, her blonde cunt spread before him.
"I'm going to fuck you," Art said in a fatherly voice. "Just relax and let me do all the work."
Honey murmured virginally, turning on the innocence.
"Trust me," Art sighed.
It was hard for Art to keep a rein on himself. His mind reeled as he imagined his dick entering a virgin cunt. He had been cheated of this experience. Ginny had already lost her cherry by the time he met her. Honey might be Art's last and only chance at untried pussy.
"All right," Art panted, his words sounding alien to him in this extraordinary situation. "I've got my cock in my hand. Are you ready to take it in your cunt?"
As Honey eagerly nodded, they both looked down. Art's prick was twitching in his grip.
"I'm going to put the head of my cock between the lips of your pussy," Art continued. "Don't worry, I won't do anything without telling you first. Okay?"
"Anything you say," Honey sighed, her crotch squirming. "I trust you completely."
It was a big responsibility for Art. Next to breaking in a virgin, the other challenges of his life seemed trivial. Job, family, the mortgage-they were all meaningless compared to a cherry pussy.
His imprint would be forever stamped on Honey, because his prick would be the first to ever fuck her beautiful young cunt.
"Here comes the head of my cock," Art gasped, zeroing in on Honey's wide-open twat. "I promise it won't hurt."
Honey interrupted him with a blissful moan as the knob of his prick filled the dewy space between her pussy-lips. A fresh batch of juice flooded from her cunt, moistening Art's cock halfway down its shaft.
"I think I'm coming already," Honey groaned. "My pussy is tingling."
"It's just the beginning," Art assured her. "My cock is hardly inside your cunt yet. We have ten inches to go."
Honey wriggled her ass with excitement. When she did, the head of Art's dick lewdly entered the sucking mouth of her pussy.
Art's instinct told him to ram his dick into the oily warmth of Honey's cunt. But somehow he held back.
"I'm giving you another inch," he told Honey in a pinched voice.
Honey slid down beneath him, capturing a lot more than just another inch of his cock. Her cunt was so wet that the juice was trickling down into the crack of her ass.
Now Art began fingering Honey's clit. He had the idea that the pleasure it brought would mask the pain she would feel when he popped her cherry.
"Ooooooh," Honey groaned from the added stimulation, "that feels soo gooood."
She wrapped her legs around Art's waist, loosely at first, then lifting her crotch. Abruptly, half of Art's cock was engulfed by her hungry pussy.
"This is it," Art announced, trembling and breathless. "I'm going in all the way."
"Yes, yes!" Honey cried. "Oh, God, yes! Do it! Do it! I can't wait any longer to be a real woman! Fuck me to the limit!"
He did. Knifing forward, Art's cock sliced to the juicy core of Honey's cunt.
"I can feel it breaking," Honey winced as if in pain. "I can feel my cherry popping. Your dick is so big and strong! Ooooooh, God! Jesus, it hurts so good!"
Her legs flew straight up in the air and then spread wide as she let loose a piercing wail of release. Honey was such a convincing actress, no man could have failed to believe that she was being fucked for the first time. Art Malone was no exception.
Now that his cock had taken the final plunge, Art realized that there was no turning back. A cherry can only be popped once. No longer was there any reason for Art to spare Honey the full force of his hard-on.
With Honey crying out encouragement, Art's stiff dick went on a rampage. Drilling to the core of her twat, the twisting bit of its head struck a wellspring of untapped juice. As Art's cock pistoned, cunt-cream rose around the shaft, greasing the union of prick and cunt until the cock-strokes were a blur.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Honey chanted. "More, more more!"
But Art couldn't give her more. He was fucking Honey as hard and fast as he could. He had always been proud of his big cock, but it couldn't penetrate her bottomless cunt any deeper than it already had.
Gradually, Honey had been taking control. Now she made her move.
Reaching behind, Honey opened the car door. Slithering from the seat to the ground, she used her long, scissoring legs to pull Art along in her wake. When they landed on the grass, she rolled the two of them over and came up grinning-on top.
Leaning forward, Honey smothered Art's face with her tits. She was all over him now, fucking him instead of being fucked by him.
Honey squeezed Art's balls. Then she fingered his ass-hole. All the while, her cunt gripped every inch of his cock like a vise. He was all hers, just the way Honey liked it.
"Come!" Honey demanded. "Come in my pussy!"
Honey was speaking directly to Art's cock, as though his mind was contained in its ten inches. This was what it always came down to for her. A man's soul was in his prick. And when his prick was in her pussy, she cared about nothing else.
"COME!" Honey shrieked. "COME, YOU BASTARD!"
Art was numb except for one part of his body. All of his feeling was in his prick. Bucking on cue in Honey's flaring cunt, it drove deeper within her than Art had realized a man's cock could reach inside of a pussy.
Shooting straight up, Art's cum was like a geyser. With her pussy thirsty for every drop of it, Honey greedily squeezed his balls, wringing them dry.
After it had shot its wad, Art's prick collapsed. A third of its erect size, it shrank out of Honey's slippery cunt as soft and squishy as it had gone in big and hard. Looking down at his wilted cock, Art sighed with exhaustion.
Getting up, Honey ignored Art as she retrieved her clothes and quickly dressed. Before Art's bleary eyes, she transformed herself from a naked fucking-machine into the pony-tailed, fresh-faced schoolgirl who baby-sat for his kids.
Art had trouble believing he had just fucked her. He tried to imagine her cunt full of his cum, but the vision would not materialize. The whole thing seemed like a dream. Art started to wonder what he was doing there, sprawled on the ground with his sticky prick hanging out of his pants.
"It's such a nice night out, I guess I'll walk the rest of the way home," Honey said as though she were talking to herself.
Something inside Art was unwilling to let Honey walk out of his life as if she had never existed. His male pride would not let him leave well enough alone.
"Aren't you afraid?" Art blurted, grabbing at the remembered straw of his wife's concern about the recent rash of rapes in the area.
"Of what?" Honey asked with a carefree lilt.
"It's late ... the streets aren't safe after dark ... you might be attacked ... r-raped," Art said haltingly, hearing his voice as if it were coming to him from the bottom of a well.
Honey giggled like a schoolgirl.
"It's no joke," Art persisted. "My wife told me...."
He stopped with the mention of Ginny, suddenly recalling that she was waiting for him at home with her legs spread in readiness. He could see her familiar cunt in his mind's eye, sparking with dew in anticipation. How could he face her with his cock sticky with spent cum and so tired that getting it up again to fuck her seemed an impossibility?
"Rape?" Honey chuckled with unconcealed amusement. "Don't you think I can take care of myself?"
Merging with a shaft of moonlight, Honey's face was oddly illuminated, magnifying her expression. She was leering like an obscene jack-o'-lantern. Her dirty laughter made it clear that her virginity had been a fraud.
Cured of Honey, Art turned away with disgust. All he wanted was to be home, in his wife's arms. Ginny had never been more precious to him. She was a woman, not some goddamn little prick-teaser who fucked and ran.
Art had learned his lesson. He just hoped he could get his cock up again to give Ginny the hard fuck she deserved.
As he heard Honey's footsteps padding away, Art hoped she got what was coming to her. A lesson she'd never forget.
"Maybe somebody will rape the little bitch," Art chuckled aloud, at peace with himself. "It would serve her right! Oh, God, would it serve her right."