Chapter 5
I like to be as frank as possible about things, so I'll have to admit that I was going to let Raymond fuck me but not as a favor to Shirley or to Raymond. It was more like a necessity for my own cunny. I didn't realize until I spotted Raymond's picture, how much tension the events I'd gone through had built up within me. When I get keyed up, the only thing that can help me from going really wild is to have a good hump session. A stiff prick fucking my hot willing cunt manages to tranquilize me and keep both feet on the gorund.
So I figured that it would be better to wait for Raymond pussy-wise, than to take off and maybe have to wait a couple of days until I met a likeable guy. By which time, my nervousness would have built up to the point where I'd be ready to hump a chimpanzee. Besides, in a manner of speaking I'd already met Raymond and he. certainly looked as if his dong could fill my lovely crack, and then some. You know the old saying about a bird in the hand, being worth two in the bush. Well, I just wanted one in my bush.
Raymond fullfilled my fondest expectations as to what I wanted in pecker material that night. He was a powerful, virile brute. And it just about bugged me out of twat-hair that I didn't seem to turn him on. Not so's it showed, at least.
But I'm getting ahead of my story. What happened was that, at ten-forty-five on the dot, Raymond knocked on the door. That should have tipped me off as to how square he was. I mean, any normal guy who's been asked by his girl friend to drop by
-on an evening when both her parents were out of town -any normal guy would've kind of snuck around early.
In order to catch his girl naked or in the shower or something. So's he could start shoving his tool up her twat early.
But not Raymond. Oh no. He came at tenforty-five, and not a moment earlier.
I opened the door for him wearing the negligee I'd stripped off Shirley. And boy did his eyes pop. No doubt on account of I'm really built, if I do say so myself, and that transparent negligee let him see everything I had. Especially in the tit and nooky department.
"Ug glug," he said, kind of reeling on his feet in surprise.
"Raymond?" I said, in a real sultry, sexy kind of tone. "Do come in. I've been expecting you. I'm
-I'm Shirley's fourth cousin."
"I, er . . . I, er . . . I, er . . ." said Raymond. Honest to God. That's just what he said. Three times. But he came in, nevertheless.
And that's when I started getting really turned on. Because Raymond was sure brutish-looking. Now, I've got nothing against clean-cut, decent-looking boys. Or men. I really dig being banged by cleancut, decent-looking males, with sanitized cocks.
But, like any normal, healthy, sexy girl I have a real weakness for men who look kind of brutal and apelike. And Raymond sure looked brutish. Which is to say, notwithstanding he most likely wasn't any older than eighteen, he was built kind of like a gorilla. I hoped he had a gorilla-sized dong as well, my pussy felt as if it needed an elephant's prick. Like, he must have been about six foot three, with real wide shoulders, shaggy sideburns, a real low forehead and kind of apelike features. Only cleanshaven.
And to just about any girl -even decent, moral girls -especially decent, moral girls -that's a real irresistible combination.
Most girls won't admit it, though -not unless you get them drunk or shoot them full of truth serum. Most girls will tell you they prefer clean-cut, decent, honorable-looking men who wouldn't stoop to sticking a finger up their girls twat. They usually end up marrying men of that type, too. But that doesn't mean that, every now and then, they don't dig really dig -the idea of being fucked by a really brutish-looking man, with a brutish-pecker too!
Which is only natural.
What I mean is, don't men feel the same way? Sure they do.
Ask most men the kind of girl they like best, and most likely they'll tell you they prefer cleancut, decent girls. With lavish bodies, to be sure but with fresh, innocent, decent faces. And souls.
And most men will be telling you the truth. On account of that's the kind of girl most men end up marrying.
All the same, most men have a real weakness, a sizzling hump or blow-job with a low-down whore. Show me a decent, honorable, average man -and I'll show you a man who can't help panting with with a lusty hardon when he sees a real tramp.
You know what I mean by a tramp. I mean a girl's who all tits and ass and cunny. A girl who looks like an impure love machine -on account of she is a love machine. A girl who looks wanton and lascivious and immoral and cheap and a sure piece of nooky. But lusty.
A girl who wears tight-fitting dresses with plunging necklines and high hemlines and strong perfume and a perpetual come-hither smile in her eyes and too much lipstick on her mouth. The kind of girl no man would bring home to meet his mother, the kind of girl a decent man would be ashamed to be seen with in public, the kind of girl who was born with round heels and no morals the kind of girl who's commonly known as a piece of ass and who's good in only one place -a bed.
That's what I call a tramp. And I should know, on account of deep down I'm a tramp myself.
So, if men really dig tramps -I don't see why girls shouldn't dig men who look like gorillas. Anyhow, / sure do.
And I sure dug Raymond, on account of he looked about as brutish as a man can look and still look human.
And naturally I figured that, what with me being a natural slut -and all but naked -and Raymond being a real brutish type man, all I'd have to do was just wink and smile and his cock would be climbing all over me. Exciting my cunt as he climbed.
Which just goes to show how wrong a girl can be.
Anyhow, I led Raymond into the living room and waved him into an easy chair and said, "How's about a little drink, Ray?" and poured him a tumbler full of bourbon and myself the same and then sat back on the couch, making sure the negligee slid back so's he could see my thighs all the way up to my golden bush, and then inhaled so's the negligee slid back far enough so he could tell that my nipples were naturally bright red.
"Cheers," I said, chug-a-lugging half my drink.
"Ug glug," said Raymond. And the, "Uh where's Shirley?"
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" I said, downing the rest of my drink and then folding my arms behind my head so my breasts would stick out in an appealing fashion. "She got a telegram saying both her father and mother had taken real sick in Toledo. So she left to be with them in their hour of need. Real unfortunate, I call it. And just when I, her fourth cousin, had arrived to pay her a visit." I yawned and stretched, so's my nipples would jut way out -pointed right at Raymond's face.
"Is that a fact?" said Raymond.
I nodded. "Shirley must be halfway to Toledo by now," I added, smiling at him in an inviting sort of way. "There's nobody here now but you and me." I smiled at him in an even more inviting kind of way.
Raymond turned bright red and took a quick gulp of his drink. "Oh," he said. Then, "Well, in that case, I guess I'd better go."
I stared at him. Was he kidding? No, he wasn't kidding. What was wrong with the guy? Why wasn't he taking advantage of me? My cunt was already hot and wet and ready for action!
"Don't go just yet," I urged him. "Have another drink and -keep me company. I'm very, very lonely." I stretched again. A real stretch this time --I was naked. At least from where he sat. All he had to do was look and he could see everything he wanted to see; even my clitoris peeking out below my blonde bush. If he wanted to see it, that is. But evidently he didn't want to see it -on account of his eyes rolling in every direction except straight at me.
"I'd better go," he whispered. "I -I only came to see Shirley."
"Well, she ain't -isn't here," I snapped. Then I forced myself to smile and said, "Frankly, Ray mond, I can't understand what a big, brut -ah, rugged boy like you sees in a young, virginal girl like Shirley." I stood up and strolled toward him. "I should think a mature, experienced woman such as me would be more your type." I stopped right in front of him and shrugged out of the negligee. "Don't you find me attractive, Ray?" I asked in a real sultry tone, tilting my head back a little to smile at him from under half-closed eyelids, and meanwhile lightly hefting my breasts with my hands while my ass kind of twitched provocatively from side to side. "You can do things to me, Ray," I whispered. "You can do things like fucking me any time you like, any way you like."
And with that I closed my eyes and just stood there, kind of tingling with anticipation, waiting for him to ram it up my waiting cunt. Since he was sitting down facing me I figured what he'd undoubtedly do would be to reach forward and grab double handfulls of flesh, and then pull me toward him and bury his face in my middle and start nuzzling me here and there while his fingers dug ever tighter into my quivering thighs -and then his hands would begin sliding down the ripest part of my ass, kneading and fondling as they slid -and then his hands would reach up to cup and squeeze my tits, gently at first, then harder and harder until I'd pretend to gasp in pain, though actually I'd be digging it the most, on account of I'm a girl who likes to be treated rough at times, and all the time he'd be kissing me right where I wanted to be kissed and Hell and damnnation. What was he waiting for? Instructions?
I opened my eyes, and right then my jaw just dropped open in surprise. Because Raymond wasn't even looking at me. He was just sitting there with his hands tightly clenched together on his lap, his face bright red -and his eyes closed.
"Damn it," I snarled, "keep your eyes open while a lady's talking to you. Haven't you got no manners?"
His eyes snapped open then. At the same time his face got even redded.
"Look me up and down," I ordered.
He let his gaze slide obediently up and down my naked body. Being a girl who's easily stirred up, as I've mentioned, I always get a charge out of being teased by a man -even if only by his eyes. And having Raymond's brutish eyes slide over my breasts and stomach and hips and cunny lips was like -well, like being caressed by a feather. A tickling feather.
"Want to fuck me now?" I whispered.
Raymond's eyes snapped shut again, like he was trying to shut out temptation. He swallowed hard and said in a kind of gasp, "No!"
"No?" I screeched. "Why the hell not? You faggoty queer or something?"
Raymond shook his head, still keeping his eyes closed. "I -I want to keep myself pure. Until until after I'm married."
"For Pete's sake, why?" I yelled.
"On account of I promised Mom," muttered Raymond.
Well. What a creep!
"Do you always do what your mother tells you to do?" I asked in a real nasty tone. "A big strong man like you?"
Raymond nodded, his eyes still tight shut. "Mom says my strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure."
That was when I cold-cocked him on the head with the whiskey bottle.
Not hard enough to break either the bottle or his head, just hard enough to knock him cold. But hell, even if I'd crushed his head in and killed him dead, I don't see how any jury would have blamed me, not once I told them the facts.
After making sure Raymond was good and unconscious I went into the kitchen and got some more clothesline out of the broom closet. All trussed up on the floor, Shirley stared up at me in panic.
I grinned down at her and prodded her ass with my foot. "Don't worry about missing any fun," I told her. "You wouldn't have gotten any place with Raymond tonight. Not even with all that lipstick on your nipples." I snickered. "He wants to keep his cock pure."
The panic went out of Shirley's eyes, to be replaced by a sort of morose glare. Evidently she'd tried and failed to screw with Raymond before this.
"But don't worry, kid," I told her. "I'm going to do you a favor and saddle-break your boy friend's virgin prong. After I get through with him he won't have a pure thought left in that dick-head of his!"
Shirley stared up at me with pure hate in her eyes. Evidently she didn't appreciate my saddlebreaking her boy friend's male tool. Well, the hell with what she liked. I made sure her ropes were good and tight, then slammed the broom closet door on her again.
Ten minutes later Raymond groaned, shook his head and opened his eyes.
"Hi," I said, grinning down at him. "Bet you have an awful headache. It'll go away soon, though. And anyway, a little headache shouldn't bother a big, strong, pure boy like you."
He stared at me with a dazed look. "Who what -where am I?"
"In bed," I said. "Or rather, on a bed. No, don't bother trying to sit up. You won't be able to, on account of I tied your wrists to the bedposts. Also your ankles."
Raymond lifted his head and stared down at himself. "My clothes!" he gasped. "Where are my clothes?"
"I took them off you, stupid," I said. "How could I rape you with your clothes on?"
Raymond's eyes opened real wide, and he began to struggle. With no success, of course, since I'd tied him good and tight. "You can't!" he gasped. "You can't rape me!"
I leered at him. "Why not?"
"Because -because it's illegal. Also immoral. Also, girls can't rape men. It's a -a biological impossibility."
"We'll see," I said, letting my eyes roam up and down his terrific masculine if pure prick, licking my lips in anticipation as I noted its huge head. It had a knobby look with a warty foreskin that I knew from experience acted just like a French Tickler on my cunt.
"No!" squeaked Raymond. "Don't! Think how you'd feel if your brother -"
"I don't have a brother," J told him with a nasty laugh.
"I -I'll'yell for help!" he gasped.
"Yell all you want," I told him. "There's nobody around to hear. Nobody but Shirey that is. She's tied up in the kitchen. If you want her to know what a big sissy you are, feel free to yell and scream all you want."
As I looked down at Raymond's gorgeous thick sturdy cock and powerful ball sac, his terrific biceps and hairychest, I had to laugh at all the trouble I was going to. If he had turned out to be some puny, five-foot-five bookworm, I probably would have had to fight his pecker off my twat. Well, that's the way the bedsheet stained, I told myself.
I hopped into the bed with him, and that made him wrestle against his bonds some more.
"Take it easy, Ray," I said trying to soothe him by letting my breasts brush against his flat belly and dark curly bush. "Lots of men would be only too happy to pay me heavy dough for the delicious nooky I'm going to let you ram your ungrateful dick in for nothing!"