Chapter 10

She took a long swallow of her drink and set the glass down. Her fingers were making slow, nervous motions on my thigh, and she was biting the corner of her mouth in a funny way. I hoped that she was not going to have an attack of conscience or anything because I was beginning to need all that she had. This broad had given me a wild hard-on she'd have to take care of, or get raped. After the liquor and all the talk I just waited for her to say something.

"I don't feel so brave about this as I did," she said. "And I don't really know you. I don't know you at all."

"I thought you wanted adventure," I said.

I wanted to fuck her so much that I even tried to talk her language.

She drummed her fingers absently on my ribs.

"Well?" I said.

"Well, before it was someone that I had known for years. And you're so—"

"Plebian? Crude?"

I was beginning to be annoyed with fooling around, and I suppose that I sounded annoyed.

"No. Different. But I think it could be fun if I knew how."

I wondered what she meant by knowing how, but I didn't ask. I let her go on.

"You see, one can't tell what people are going to be like. But I suppose if I knew how it was going to be that would spoil it."

She stopped talking and finished her drink. She tossed her head and then she put her hand over mine on her breast and pressed it closer. She was very definite about showing me that she was going to go on with it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that her tits were warm and soft and felt good. I opened the top button of her blouse and slid my hand in under the hanging brassiere and touched a nipple with my thumb. It was like a piece of wrinkled silk at first, and when I rubbed it between my fingers it became very stiff and the wrinkles disappeared.

She put her cheek against my face and it rubbed upward against the stubble of my beard.

"That's weird," she said. "When I rub down its smooth, and when I rub upward you're all whiskers."

I opened another button on her blouse. She laughed a little and opened all the rest of them herself. I pushed it back so that one of her breasts stuck out. I jiggled it in my hand and she stared down at it as though she had never really looked at it before. She jumped when I put my face into her titties and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth. She acted as though she expected me to bite it, but in a minute she was stroking my hair and pressing my head to her, and I knew that she liked the feel of it. I worked on both of her breasts and before I was finished she was almost wriggling on the couch.

"You like to have your tits sucked, don't you?" I said.

She wrinkled her brows. "Does everything have to be put into words?" she asked.

"I guess so. I don't know of any better way of communicating," I said.

I did not think it would do any good to tell her that it was especially attractive to say the words to a woman who so evidently was shocked by them. I could see that I was going to say a lot more to her, too.

She bent her head and looked at her tits. She touched one of the nipples with the end of her finger and then rubbed the back of her hand roughly across it, and when she took her hand away the nipple pushed out again, very slowly. I caught both of her hands and put them down on my thigh.

She slithered up against me and began to rub her fingers up and down my thigh. She turned her head so that her hair tickled my nose, and I put my face into it so that it did not tickle. It smelled nice, and it was as fine and soft as a kitten's. I pushed my nose over onto the back of her neck, and when I breathed on the back of her neck she shivered.

I slid my hand down over her belly and pressed against it. She put her hand over mine and played with my fingers.

"Could we have one more drink?" she asked.

My nerves were beginning to feel jumpy and I wondered how long she was going to keep this up. I had a dull ache in my balls already.

"You have one," I said.

She quickly mixed herself another drink and smiled at me as she lifted it to her mouth. I had forgotten how many drinks she had, had, but I knew that it was more than most women can handle without being pretty drunk. Maybe it's part of a debutante's training these days to learn to drink like a fish. She leaned against me when she had downed the drink.

"I feel wonderful," she said. "But don't let me have another drink. I'll end up just going to sleep."

She pulled a couple of pins out of her hair and put them down somewhere and then she fluffed her hair out with one hand. I said something not very funny about letting her hair down and she laughed as though it were a good joke. She had had plenty to drink, I thought.

I couldn't see any reason for continuing this polite tea-party atmosphere any longer. If she was going to be laid I wanted to get started, and if she wasn't I wanted to know about it, so I grabbed her and pulled her down to the pillows with me and began socking my hips against her twat. I pushed hen skirt up and ran my hands over her thighs. I was surprised to find that she didn't have any panties on, but I did not waste any time thinking about it. I shoved my hand up against her pussy and stuck my fingers into her thick bush-hair. She had a lot of hair. I rubbed my hand around in it and over her belly and then I got my fingers against her and pushed her legs apart.

She lay with her eyes closed, and she was very still. I was afraid that she had taken one too many drinks, but when I started to slide my fingers back and forth over her pussy-lips, she opened her eyes and put her arms around my neck. I felt a lot better then, but my prick was bothering me by pressing hard under my pants. I took her hand, opening my zipper, and put it where I thought it would do the most good, and her eyes opened wider when she felt what I had given her. I held her hand there until she curled her fingers around my prick and began to pet and stroke the head.

She did not object at all when I undressed her, and when I saw her there, white and naked, with a fabulous cunt, I hurried to get my own clothes off.

I slid up against her again and rubbed the shaft of my prick over her belly. She lay still, feeling it, and then she pushed me away to be able to look at my cock. I knew what she was thinking, and I also knew that she would not say anything about it.

"What about it? Do you think you'll like it?" I said.

She did not answer, but she reached down and touched it with her fingers, just putting the tips of them against the head at first, then winding them around the thick shaft. Her hand was slender and white, with long fingers. My cock looked very coarse and big in it.

I pushed forward enough to make my engorged cock-head slide out. The redness was more than red on her white hand, and it was shiny with the cum juice that was dripping from the end.

"In a few minutes that will be all the way up your pussy, Laddie," I said.

That made her blush, but she looked more pleased than offended. I jerked my hips and slid my cock back and forth in her hand. She held it tighter, and then she found out that she could move the foreskin off the head the same way herself. I lay still, and in a minute she was jerking me off.

But that didn't mean much to her after the novelty of it had worn off, and she soon took her hand away. She pressed her belly up to me again and my cock dug into it. I pinched her ass, and the wide cheeks tightened up until they were no longer soft.

"Wiggle your ass, you little cunt," I ordered her.

She moved away from me, and her face wrinkled up as though she might begin to cry.

I had everything to lose, and I didn't want my hungry cock left up in the air just then.

She softened up again and I put my arms around her. I wasn't going to let her get away again, and I decided that the best thing for me was to keep my cock over her belly and against her pussy leaving wet marks where I touched her.

I tried to be patient with her, and when she hesitated about opening her legs, I took my time, and after a few minutes I got them apart and they stayed apart. I moved around and slid my cock between her thighs, and when the head pushed up against her cunt she began those funny little noises, as though she was beginning to want it the way I wanted her to. I could feel the warm juice coming from her cunt. My prick became quite wet where I rubbed it against her.

I climbed over her and rammed her cunt-hole with the end of my prick. She reached between and helped me get it into the right spot. I was glad to see her act like that, because I had been afraid that she wasn't going to cooperate with this fucking and that I would have to do it all.

"Oh, hurry," she said. "Shove it up all the way."

I liked that. I would have liked it better if she had said "fuck me," or anything, but at any rate she was showing that she wanted her pussy fucked and that was something.

I held my cock at her pussy-hole for a minute and then I socked it into her. I had been ready for so long that I didn't stop to remember that she had only had it twice before, so I didn't think to be careful. My cock rammed into her a long way before I realized how tight she was, and I stopped then and looked at her. She was smiling all over.

"Don't stop. It feels good," she said.

"What feels good?"

"This," she said.

"This what? You know what it is."

"I don't want to say it," she said.

"You can do it, but you can't say it. That isn't very logical. What do you call it?"

"Fucking," she whispered.

She said it very carefully, like someone speaking a language not his own. It didn't have any feeling the way she said it, and I wondered what it really meant to her. But if she didn't like the words she did like what they stood for and I didn't ask for any more than that then.

I rammed her with my cock again, and this time I could almost feel the juice spraying out of her vagina. She hung on my shoulders, and she made herself so heavy that I could not move freely, so I took her hands off and held them down beside her. I began to screw her very hard then, and her cunt seemed to get tighter, and every time that I gave it to her she would gasp, but she kept smiling and wriggling her ass, so that I knew that I wasn't giving it to her harder than she could take it.

"You're acting like a cunt now. And you smell like a cunt," I said. I slipped my forefinger into her asshole up to the knuckle, and her ass jumped and twitched as If I had branded her with a red-hot iron.

Her thighs were slippery with the juice that had run from her cunt, and she really did smell of it. And when I said that she was acting like a cunt I wasn't just talking. I was trying to keep from shooting, but she was moaning and jerking her hips against me so that I couldn't stop or even slow down very much.

There wasn't anything that I could do to stop it, and my cock ejaculated. The sperm spurted out and filled her cunt, and she still kept socking her pussy against me. I tried to hold on, but I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere, and I pulled my prick out of her. She nearly went crazy, and she rolled around and grabbed my cock and tried to stick it back in her cunt again, so I finally picked her up and carried her over to a big bear-skin rug and dumped her ass down on it.

She lay there with her face all twisted up, rubbing her fists over her bush and on her cunt.

"Don't do that. It will be all right. Just a minute," I said.

I sat down on the rug and I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed it a little, and in a minute she was quieting down.

While she was laying there, I took one of her hands and put it back on my cock. She tried to slip the foreskin back and slippery semen got on her hands. She looked at them with a strange expression and then wiped them on the rug.

"Will it get like that again? Big and hard?" She didn't look at me, and her voice was low, as though she was ashamed of asking that, or of wanting to be screwed.

"It would if you'd go down on the head and suck it," I said.

The words were said before I had time to think about it.

She didn't seem to hear for a minute, then she sat very straight, with her hands over her breasts.

"I don't like that kind of joke."

"I wasn't joking. Will you suck my cock?"

She shuddered, and her hands dropped to her knees.

"I mean it. Will you suck me?"

"I couldn't," she cried agonizingly.

Maybe it wasn't cricket, but she still wanted to be fucked, and she was ready I to do almost anything and I knew it.

She twisted her hands together.

She looked at the head of my cock and looked quickly away again and then looked at it again. It looked harmless and soft now that the juice had dried to a white, flaky film.

She crouched a little and took it in her hand again. I didn't say any more just then, but the more I thought about sticking, my cock into her mouth the more I wanted it. I wanted to have her on her knees in front of it. It began to get hard again just from thinking about it.

I reached around her and patted her bare ass. I slid my finger along the crack toward her pussy. Her fingers tightened around my cock and I shoved two fingers into her cunt. She bent nearer to my prick, with her ass stuck up in the air, and she turned toward me with her head close to my cock. I waited for something to happen, but it didn't.

"Put it in your mouth," I said.

I kept sliding my two fingers into her cunt and drove them hard. My cock was swelling, and by turning to one side I could watch Laddie staring at it as though she was hypnotized. I took my fingers out of her cunt and got to my knees in front of her.

She held my cock in both hands and shut her eyes very tightly. Then she opened her mouth and stuck the tip of my cock between her lips and held it there. She acted like someone taking medicine.

"That isn't the way. Put it all the way in your mouth and suck with your tongue."

She wouldn't open her eyes, but she sucked a little. I pushed the skin back, and then her tongue started to move over my exposed pecker-head. She swallowed continually, but I made her keep sucking, and after a while she had the whole knob in her mouth and she was really sucking it. I got her head between my hands and held her by the ears and jerked my hips. About the third time I did I went pretty deep and she choked and pulled away from me. I let her go and waited until she stopped choking, and then she put it back in her mouth on her own. She sucked it hard for a minute. I stopped her.

I spread her out on the black rug and rammed her cunt with my cock again. I started to fuck her, and I had only screwed her for a few seconds when I had to catch her hands and hold them to keep her from clawing my sides raw. I thought she would never stop trembling, and I just lay still with my cock in her until she stopped trembling.

When she was quiet, with her eyes closed, I fucked her very fast. In a minute she put her arms around me and rubbed her cheek against mine, so I fucked her until I shot again.

I felt fine, but I was tired, and I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, she was asleep, breathing quietly and evenly like a child.

I took a handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped the juice from her cunt and the little splotch of it that was on the bear rug. Then I pulled the Navajo rug from the couch and spread it over her. I sat there smoking a cigarette and then snapped out the light and crawled in under the rug with her.