Chapter 7
Roy was sitting in the poker game and when we came in I noticed that he acted funny. The rest of the guys were beginning to take Hope for granted now that she was part of the gang. Whatever she had done the night before was all past history. But Roy kept watching her when he thought no one was looking, and it finally came through to me that I had never seen Roy with a woman or heard him speak of screwing one. I wondered what would have happened if the car had still been there when he went out to try to fuck Hope.
Hope and I stayed around the guys for a while then got up to go. When we were outside she asked me about Roy and what was wrong with him.
"I never thought of it before, and he probably doesn't know it himself, but I think he's a homosexual. He's never hit anybody, so far as I know," I said.
Hope was all right. She said that we would keep it strictly our secret. We walked to her cottage.
"What's the matter?" Hope said.
"Nothing."
"You looked funny for a minute."
"I felt funny for a minute. I feel swell now. Let's go up to the cottage.
We went in and up to Hope's room and she locked the door. I like people who lock doors. When I was about seventeen, I was shoving it busily in and out of this girl's pussy on the sofa and her mother and father walked in on us. Her old man chased me fifteen blocks raving he'd cut my balls off...
Hope sat on the bed and lifted her legs for me to take off her shoes. I dropped her shoes beside the bed and reached up her legs and rolled down her stockings.
She picked up her skirt and shook her bush and twat at me and jerked her hips. I pulled her to me and let her sock it against me. She turned around and shoved her lush ass against me and jabbed her buttocks back and forth. I wanted so much to fuck her I pulled out my prick and tried to poke it into her ass-hole right there.
Hope slipped out of my arms and jumped up onto the bed. She stood there and flung her clothes wildly on the floor.
"Come and fuck me," she said.
I was with her in a minute, and I pulled her down with me. She fought me until I had her under me on the bed, and she began licking my armpits.
"The hair in a man's armpits is just like the hair around his ass. Did you know that?"
I told her that I had never given it very much thought.
"It's straight. It isn't like the hair around their cocks. And it feels silky when you lick it, and it feels damp."
This kid really knew all the fine points of fucking.
"They didn't teach that where I went to school," I said.
"You didn't go to a very good school, then, my junior English teacher taught me that in high school."
I gave her my stiff, up-curved pecker to hold so she would stop scratching my shoulders.
"It was funny to go there in the morning and sit in his class and have to recite and everything when only the night before I had him begging for a taste of my nooky."
"Everything seems to be funny to you,' I said. "Hell with the English teacher. Stop jerking me off and put your cunt around my cock."
She stopped jerking me off, but she didn't follow the rest of the suggestion. Instead she started to lick my belly, and then she turned suddenly and went after my toes. She put them in her mouth and sucked them, and she licked my feet and the back of my legs up to the base of my stiff shaft.
My prick had taken an awful lot of teasing on that bus ride, and when she got her mouth up by it again, I decided to really give it to her. I caught her head and shoved my entire cock right down to my bush and balls. She was willing, and she went to work on it in a way that showed she was a real cock-lover. She tied her tongue around it and clamped her lips down in a tight ring and it felt as though she might be trying to gulp it down.
"For God's sake, leave something for later," I said.
She stopped sucking.
"Can I lick your asshole now?" she said. I turned around and stuck my ass in her face and rubbed her nose right between the crack. She poked her tongue out and shoved it against my asshole as soon as she got her mouth close enough. She licked my ass-cheeks and she licked my legs and my balls. Then she rubbed her lips on my asshole and sucked it, taking both balls in her mouth at the same time.
"You have a nice asshole. Some men don't have very much hair around their ass, but you have, and I like to have them that way," she said. "It's real manly."
I shoved my ass on her mouth again. I liked the way that she went after it and sucked, and I let her suck me like that for quite a while. But I had an itch to get my prick into her attractive cunt. I had it ever since I had put it up her twat the night before and found out it takes two to make a hump-party. So pretty soon I stopped her reaming out my asshole and turned around and slid up to her.
I didn't have to tell her what I wanted, and now that she had gotten a chance to suck my ass she was as ready as I was to get a solid screwing. She spread and held her cunt-lips open for me to look into her wet, dark-pink hole, or climb into if I wanted to try, and she jerked her hips up and waited in position.
She didn't have to wait very long. I let myself down on her and let the head of my prick push on her cunt for a minute and then I snaked it in and gave her all of it, up to the hilt.
She was a lot tighter than she had been the night before, and I suppose that taking the screwing she had on the night before was the reason for the difference. Her vagina walls squeezed a little, but it was just enough to be pleasant and not enough to interfere with the thrill.
"This is nice," she said.
I thought it was pretty good too. She was taking everything I handed out, her cunt felt
closed around my prick, and it felt alive.
I caressed her nipples and they really jutted out. She twisted her ass around and kicked at the foot of the bed. Her belly was hot under me, and I noticed little beads of sweat coming out on her forehead and on her upper lip, as she gasped.
I fucked her fast and kept her too busy to talk for the next few minutes. When she did say something again she seemed to have gone off on another track.
"Who did you fuck last before me?" she asked.
"I don't know," I told her.
"Do you mean that you can't remember or that you didn't know her?"
"I didn't know her. I met her and screwed her and saw the last of her all in about half an hour. Now let's forget about that," I said.
"Was her body as attractive as mine?"
"Yes. No. I can't remember that. All I can think about is what I'm pumping into right now, baby."
"That's all right, then," she said.
When I reached under her ass I could feel a damp spot on the bed where her drenching pussy-juice had spilled onto it. Her ass was slippery with the stuff, and even her thighs were wet.
"I'm awfully juicy. I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be sorry about that, I think it's marvelous, I'll be adding a little juice of my own in a few minutes," I said.
I liked her to be wet that way. I like to have a woman who fucks with real enthusiasm.
I like their cunts to have a good sharp smell, and I like them to screw like the devil and
if they grunt a little when I'm fucking then I like it even better.
I slid my hands around between Hope's thighs and goosed her asshole a bit while I fucked her, then I raised myself on my arms and we looked down at the lower parts of our bodies.
I could see what was happening better than Hope, but I couldn't see all of it without arching my back so far that I couldn't screw her as well as I wanted to. She liked to have me do that, though, and she said that she had always secretly wished that somebody would take pictures of her with a motion picture camera when she was, being fucked so that she could really see what her cunt looked like with a big, long prick shoving in and out of it.
"There isn't anything nice about me. I won't be surprised if you don't come back to my room again after all these things I've told you about myself," she said.
I didn't try to argue with her. I just fucked her somewhat harder, and that appeared to be all that she really wanted because when I screwed her hard she didn't talk very much.
Her cunt had opened out by that time, and my prick was slipping around in it a lot easier than when I first began to fuck her. She was by no means big, but her vagina walls were loosening up, and I was getting my prick in a lot deeper, and I was able to screw a lot faster.
"If I'm getting too loose for you I can put my legs together. That will pinch up my cunt smaller," Hope said.
"Don't you do that. This is just the way I like it," I said.
I pulled my prick completely out of her cunt, and then I drove it back all the way up her twat so hard that I felt something crack in my prick, and for a minute I was really worried. Nothing awful seemed to have happened, so I tried it again, and then I did it several times.
"I like that a lot. Do it like that now until you shoot," Hope said.
I kept searing her cunt with my cock, and each time that I poked it in she wiggled and each time that she wiggled, I thought that she had cum. But then when I pushed it back again she was as ready for the next one as she had been for the last. Now and then she would grab my cock when it was out of her and rub it into her pussy to get some of the juice off of it, because it felt better to her when it was a little dry, but about the only thing that she accomplished was to get her pussy soaked.
"I guess you're really a juicy cunt, aren't you?" I said.
"You ought to see my pussy when there are oranges around," she said.
"You told me all about that."
I pushed the tip of my prick over her cunt on the outside and then I felt it starting to spurt. I gave it to her as though I wanted it to go right through her, and she got it all the way in her steaming pussy, just in time to take a full load of fresh semen. I fell over her and let it shoot all the way up her cunny, and I was feeling too good about that to wonder about her. Then I felt her jerk, and she crushed my hips in her legs, and she squeezed as though she was squeezing the sperm out by doing that, and she didn't stop until I had finished shooting. I got up in a minute and lit up two cigarettes and went back and gave one to her. She was sitting up and looking at a little puddle of white, starchy stuff that was running back out of her cunt onto the bed. I went to the bureau and found a towel and gave it to her to put between her legs, and I thought she would wipe the stuff up from the bed with it too, but instead she crouched like a cat and lapped it up with her tongue, as though it were cream. She wasn't kidding when she said she liked the taste.
I thought of mentioning that she was having her cake and eating it too, but it was such a feeble joke that I didn't say it, and like a lot of the bad jokes that I haven't told anyone it has bothered me ever since. It's like the game children play of stepping on every crack in a sidewalk. If I miss one I feel incomplete for a while, and the trouble is that running back to step on that particular crack doesn't seem to help much. In a way it's like what happens when you have been sitting with your hands clasped and then unclasp them for a moment. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to make the warm parts coincide again, and a little thing like that can be very annoying to a guy like me.