Chapter 6
Raymond lying on the bed naked was a gorgeous hunk of male prick, even if he was a virgin. It was the first time I had ever met up with a powerful, masculine type like Ray whose cherry I would have to take by being the first girl he ever had. In addition to having been all keyed up and needing some stiff hot pronging anyway, Ray's virgin ramrod lent new kicks to the whole situation for me. I felt fresh excitement tingling through my naked body as I thought up various ways of baptising that knobby head and shaft in hot cunt juice.
There was a very direct way I could use by merely bending my head over his dick, and giving him a blow job right out of his virginity. But I felt that it wouldn't be quite the real thing for Ray's pecker. It would all be over too fast and I wouldn't have what I really craved, his entire rigid shaft up my twat right to those big balls of his.
I decided to work him up to fucking temperature and a rigid hardon slow and easy, and straddled his belly with my thighs. I warned him about trying any funny stuff.
"In just about five seconds, Ray, I'm going to start you on the glory road by letting my delightful breasts and nipples brush against your face, so you get to know what they feel like. Then, I'm going to show you how a woman kisses -but if you get funny and try to bite me or hurt me . . .
I made a swift, slashing motion with my hand near his lovely balls and I think he got the message.
"But let's not dwell on the awful, slow way you'll die if you're fool enough to bite me," I said. "Let's think of more pleasant -and lovely things." And so saying, I leaned down and kissed him full on the lips, after nuzzling his face with my breasts.
It wasn't all that satisfying a kiss, seeing as Raymond kept his lips clamped tight together, but it was a start. I raised my head a little and said, "Open your mouth a bit"
Raymond moaned in a real pitiful fashion, but followed orders. I bent and kissed him on the mouth again, this time letting my hot wet tongue dart all over the place. His own tongue wasn't really fencing, but sliding around, trying to back away from me. He sure was a shy type.
After a while I got tired of chasing his tongue and started kissing him in other places, like on his eyes and his ears and the tip of his nose in my own special way that has been known to drive strong men wild . . . Raymond began to moan and mumble.
"What?" I said, kind of annoyed at being disturbed by his mumblings.
"I said," moaned Raymond, "my strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure."
"Well," I said, "don't say it again -or I'll bash your teeth down your throat, and wash them down with hot piss from my pussy!"
"Ulp," said Raymond.
I didn't say anything. I just went on kissing him here and there. Especially on the wart-like fore skin covering his huge dong-head. And then, for variety, I started kind of slithering my seething hot cunt lips all over his helpless, naked body. It's hard to describe just what I did to Raymond while I was slithering around on my own pussy-juice. Partly because I didn't have any set plan in mind -my pussy just sort of ad libbed as I went along. But mostly because the sort of things I did to Raymond were things you'd really have to experience to appreciate.
Like, plenty of men have told me that my ass, breasts and thighs and crotch are as smooth as wet silk and as stimulating as Spanish Fly. So, I sort of caressed and stroked Raymond, here and there, with my breasts. And ass. And thighs. And cunny.
And in between I kissed him, all over, with my lips. And fondled him, especially those big balls in his rough-skinned hairy ball-sac, with my fingertips. And teased him, on the head of his dick and its shaft, with my tongue.
Me, I had a ball right in my mouth! Raymond, on the other hand, just kept moaning -like I was torturing him or something. He was sure a hard guy to turn on. He gave me a horrified look when I tickled his asshole.
Then I remembered something a guy had told me once, namely, that you can turn on a man by stimulating just about any part of his anatomy. -So long as you stimulate it in the right way.
So I selected a specific part of Raymond's anatomy and set about stimulating it.
I forget, now, just which part of Raymond's anatomy I decided to concentrate on. But I think it was his big cock.
First off I began to sort of stroke and tickle his cock-head with the tips of my fingers, sliding my fingers gently in a circular motion on the foreskin and teasingly up and down, up and down exposing his lovely pecker^head. Then I kissed him, gently on the tip of the head, meanwhile still gently squeezing and kneading the shaft with my fingers. Then I kissed him quite passionately on the tip. Very passionately. By which I mean I sort of shoved his big head deep into my mouth. And began to tease and caress it with my tongue. And if I say so myself, I have a very talented tongue when it comes to teasing and caressing every sort of prick you can think of.
After a while -a surprisingly short while Raymond began to gasp and grunt in a peculiar, worked-up kind of way.
I raised my head and smiled at him. "My, my," I said. "It sort of looks like I'm getting you a little excited. Quite excited, in fact."
Raymond didn't say anything. He just closed his eyes tight and groaned. A different kind of groan from the groans he'd been groaning before, however. More of an ecstatic kind of groan.
I bent my head and wrapped my lips around his now erect shaft. With my fingers, and lips, and tongue, I massaged its entire length until the head was down my throat. It almost choked me!
Pretty soon Raymond stopped groaning and began panting. I took that to mean that I'd stimulated him enough, so I began to kind of slither my cunt forward until I was kneeling astride his hips.
"You kind of dig what I'm doing, don't you Raymond?" I asked, meanwhile letting my fingers stray in a caressing, kneading, stroking way around his bush and his balls and other parts of his anatomy in that general area, including his asshole.
"Yes!" gasped Raymond, his face contorted into a peculiar expression. "Hateful though it is to admit, I must confess that -that I dig what you're doing in the worst way."
What a creep. Still, fanatically prudish though he might be intellectually and morally, I had to admit Raymond had other attractions. Like that delicious dick of his, big and thick and long. In fact, up until then I'd never seen a dick as big and thick and long as Raymond had. He also had big, thick long arms; big, thick, long legs; a big thick, long nose -and well, his head was kind of big and long too. And he certainly was thick in the head. The prudish creep.
"Well, Raymond," I said, my ass kind of shaking with anticipation, "ready or not, here you come." And so saying I lowered my hot, expectant vaginal orifice slowly and carefully. I thrilled as his huge cock-head expanded my palpitating cunny walls, and then the rest of that gorilla-like cock went in.
"Oh my!" I said, after I'd lowered myself all the way down until my asshole was resting on the very top of his balls. "O my, but you're a big man, Raymond."
"Ung gloog," gasped Raymond, whatever he meant by that.
"I feel so stuffed," I said. "Stuffed almost to the bursting point." And indeed I did. It was my own fault, of course; I should never have eaten so much food all at once when I was raiding the refrigerator.
However, it felt kind of good to be stuffed so full. Kind of warm and satisfying. It felt so good I decided I loved the world. But especially Raymond. I leaned forward and squeezed his chest. Then I squeezed his balls. Then I let my drooling pussy caress his rigid tool. Caressingly. Squeezingly. Pulsingly.
"You like that, Raymond?" I whispered, meanwhile continuing to squeeze him where I figured he'd most appreciate being squeezed.
"Yes, heaven help me!" gasped Raymond.
"I figured you would," I said, continuing to squeeze his fleshly staff. And how I squeezed that flagpole of his. As tightly and enfoldingly as a milkmaid squeezes a cow, I squeezed him, and as rhythmically as a heartbeat. A heartbeat that kept speeding up.
"I didn't," gasped Raymond, know that girls had such depraved muscles in such a wonderfully depraved place."
"Son," I told him, "you've sure been missing a lot in life."
"Ohhh . . " groaned Raymond. And then, "My strength is as -the hell with my strength! Squeeze my cock more!"
So I squeezed his prick more. Pulsingly, enfoldingly, enticingly.
Raymond began to twist and writhe.
"That's it!" I encouraged. "Twist and writhe some more. Also buck and shake and shove that marvelous tool in further, if you can."
But Raymond, the poor inexperienced creep, didn't seem to know what to do. So I figured the next hump moves were up to me. So I began to move.
First I began to kind of move my cunt lips back and forth. Then from side to side. And then round and round in a small but exciting circle. Exciting for me. And -judging by the gasps of ecstasy that escaped from his lips -exciting for Raymond.
Back and forth and from side to side and around and around I moved my wet labia, meanwhile keeping my thighs pressed tight to his now feverishly warm hips. Around and around and back and forth and this way and that I let my vulva churn. Squeezing as I churned, my clitoris hard as a button and sliding up and down the fantastic dong of Ray.
"Umph glumph!" gasped Raymond, but I hardly heard him. I was too busy enjoying the stirring, churning, diabolically exciting masculine prick that seemed to surge and turn and twist right in the very core of my slippery hot slit.
"Faster!" moaned Raymond, "Move faster, you rotten depraved female rapist, you . . . Un-pure me! Un-pure me all the way!"
I began to move faster. But not just to satisfy the prudish creep I was busy unpuring. I moved faster to satisfy my cock-crazy cunt. Back and forth like a crazy metronome I swung my ass; from side to side like a runaway windshield wiper; around and around like a hopped-up cement mixer.
And then I began to bounce. Up and down and up and down and up and down just as fast as I could bounce. Squeezing as I bounced, his thick cock making a slurping sound as it rammed in and out of my juicy vaginal lips. Seven inches up and seven inches down I bounced, faster and faster until my thighs were slamming against Raymond's bush like a demented piledriver. Faster and faster I slammed my hips up and down, until my leg muscles ached from the strain of bouncing. But didn't give a hoot in hell for my leg muscles -all I care about was the wonderful pistoning, surging, driving upward lunge of Raymond's hot, burning prick hitting the bottom of my cunt with every stroke.
Faster and faster and faster and faster I bounced and churned and twisted and squeezed until all at once my quaking cunt couldn't stand the excruciating pleasure of it all, and my pussy seemed to explode inside and turn into a spinning whirlpool of ultimate lust delight. And at that very instant I heard Raymond kind of grunt and felt his body tremble beneath me and in me, and then his gorilla prick thrust upward convulsively, violently, maniacally again and again and it was as if a spurting fountain of hot liquid love passion erupted and drenched my lapping pussy. The white sperm seeped out of my hole and onto his curly black bush.
And it was over. Round one, at least.
A pretty satisfying round, too, all things considered. I'd had a ball -And Raymond had been painlessly devirginized.
"Raymond," I gasped, when I had enough strength to talk, "honest now, wasn't that fun?"
"Yes!" sobbed Raymond. "But -but my strength is no longer as the strength of ten. I'm I'm no longer pure!"
What can you do with a creep like that who actually cries about shooting his first manly load? I don't know what you'd do, but what I did was climb (kind of shakily) off his limp dong, pour myself a stiff drink, light a cigarette, prowl around the house again to see if there was any folding money around I'd overlooked (there wasn't), go through Raymond's clothes (I found eighteen bucks), have another drink -and then climb back on the bed with Raymond.
"Now -now what?" whispered Raymond.
"Round two," I said. "Get ready for the warmup." And I started licking that sperm-covered gorilla-prick of his again. I just loved to peel back that warty foreskin of his with my teeth!
Round eight (or maybe it was nine -I didn't bother to keep too accurate a count) didn't end until almost nine the next morning. By the time it ended I was just about completely satisfied. So was Raymond, I guess -though maybe 'half dead from exhaustion' would be a more accurate description. At any rate, even before I climbed wearily off the bed after the eighth (or ninth) round, the poor creep was sound asleep. Groaning a little from exhaustion as he slept.
Natural-born creep though he was, I have to admit that Raymond had improved in hump technique a whole lot during the night and early morning. Notwithstanding he was tied down so's he could hardly move.
In fact, during rounds five and six I'd been tempted to untie him -or his hands, at least so's he'd be able to participate more actively in the screw lessons I was giving him.
I resisted the temptation, though, because if there's one thing I've learned, from practical experience and having read lots of realistic novels and true detective magazines, it's that people who are prudish and inhibited about fucking simply aren't to be trusted.
Like, they're kind of prone to beat up or knock off people of the opposite sex. On account of they're so repressed and full of stupid guilt feelings, I guess. At any rate, I've noticed that whenever you read about teenage boys who've knocked off teenage girls -the teenage boy who does the knocking off is always a real prim, prudish, virtuous type. Shy types who spend all their time being virtuous and going to Sunday School and leading the choir. In other words, teenage boys who haven't been getting any nooky and secretly jerking off.
Which only goes to show that it's a real mistake to repress teenage boys. Or girls, for that matter. Though girls seem to be easier to repress than boys.
At any rate, I decided to leave Raymond tied up the whole time. It was safer that way. Like I didn't doubt but that, if I'd untied Raymond just before, say, rounds six or seven, he'd have cooperated with me all the way, right up to the end of the round. But after the round was over, he might have gotten to feeling guilty and un-pure -and started choking me to death or something.
Most likely he'd have then cut his own throat -but a fat lot of consolation that would have been to me, after I'd been choked to death.
No, a real prudish and inhibited guy like Raymond wouldn't be safe to fuck it up with (without his hands being tied) until he'd finally gotten it through his thick skull that love was natural and normal -as well as being the most fun you can have without laughing.
And a guy like Raymond can't usually be deinhibited overnight, even with an experienced cock operator like me working his dong over.
With which thought in mind I strolled into the kitchen to see if Shirley had survived the night. She had. Naked and trussed up good and tight, she glared up at me from the floor of the broom closet.
"Morning," I said, yawning and scratching myself idly under the right titty. "Well, I cunt-broke your boy friend. Eight or nine times."
She glared up at me with an even fiercer glare.
"In a week or two," I told her, "after he's had a chance to kind of sort things out in his mind, I think you'll find Raymond acting like a normal, lusty male. But just to be on the safe side," I went on, "I wouldn't advise your trying to screw him let him screw you. Creeps like Raymond usually make a ridiculous distinction between girls they consider basically pure and girls they consider to be whores." I snickered. "Raymond, now thinks of me as a whore, which I guess I am. In fact, he probably considers me a reincarnation of that great screwer in the Bible, Jezebel. But if you're smart, you'll let him think you're a pure girl. Do that and there's less chance of him choking you to death while he's guilt ily ramming it up your asshole.
Shirley looked at me with real wicked daggers in her eyes. Stupid chick. Here I'd done her a favor -two favors, pussy-breaking her boy friend and giving her some good advice -and all she could think of was how jealous she felt.
The thick twat-head. Obviously it'd never occurred to her that she'd been playing with dynamite in trying to lay a prudish, inhibited creep like Raymond. It was chicks like her who wound up being strangled -or shot or stabbed or stomped on -all on account of they didn't have the sense to stayaway from prudish, pure teenage boys and concentrate on horny, delinquent teen-agers -who not only know the score, hump-wise but are more fun to fuck with on account of they're more experienced. As I looked at the full flare of Shirley's trussed voluptuous ass and heaving, buxom breasts, I realized she had probably been hoping to lose her virginity with Ray. She never would have made it. I felt myself feeling a little sorry for her. In spite of all the cunt-action with Ray, I still tingled with excitement and needed just a little dessert. Shirley's curved generous ass, and rounded buttocks were in just the right position to tempt me.
She didn't know what to make of it as I lay down beside her and said, "Since you didn't have Ray tonight, I figure you're entitled to a little consolation prize."
Her eyes rolled as I took her breasts in my mouth and started tonguing her nipples. Apparently she needed it, because they hardened right up and started to jut nicely between my teeth. As my lips went lower on her soft white skin, she began to wriggle pleasurably. When I let my tongue explore her cute navel crevice and then her downy bushhair Shirl's buttocks really started to grind. I duck ed lower and sought out her virgin cunny-lips and clitoris and mouthed and nibbled hungrily at my dessert. I felt a trembling shudder go through Shirley's big ass, her whole body strained wildly as creamy come and sheer ecstasy flooded her twitching cunt. I heard muffled cries of pleasure come through her gag and I figured Shirley had enjoyed my little good deed as much as I did.
Technically though the poor kid still had her cherry -too bad there wasn't a dildo around. I would have shoved it all the way up her nooky and devirginized her right along with her boy friend . . .