Chapter 9
Jerry Trent eased out of the Fowler's Emperium delivery van near Jean Pierce's home. He grabbed any package from the heap in the van so it would look like a real delivery to other neighbors. He walked confidently up to the door, thinking this visit to Jean was long overdue. His girl, Edie, hadn't given his cock a single night of rest in the past week, enjoying her new found womanhood. But he had enjoyed his sessions with Jean too, and figured they could have a hot hump matinee together once in a while. With all the fucking he was getting, he'd have to cut down someplace, or start eating four eggs for breakfast ... these hot babes sure could drain a guy's balls.
Jean was unexpectedly cool to him when he entered.
"I wasn't aware of ordering anything from Fowler's," she said aloofly.
So Jeannie wants to play hard-to-get all of a sudden, Jerry thought. Well, he'd play along.
"I won't come here any more if you don't want me to," he said.
"I wouldn't want you to do that."
"Well, why don't you see me more often?"
"I told you," Jean said, suppressing a slight yawn. "It's the no-hump mood I've been in."
"How long is the mood going to last?"
"I have no way of predicting that," Jean said.
"So I won't get to see you any more often than I'm seeing you now?"
"Does you cock feel deprived, darling?" she asked. "You've got your Edie to comfort you, don't you? Or are you still preserving her up on a pedestal as your own special virgin?"
"No," Jerry said suddenly.
"Finally!"
"I didn't want to," he said. "But you weren't seeing me, and she insisted that I fuck her, and I didn't have any choice. At least she enjoyed that."
"I'm so glad darling."
"You sound like you're making fun of me."
"I?"
"Yeah, you," Jerry said. "Listen, I'm not as dumb as you think I am. You figure I'm a kind of toy. You wind me up and I shove my big cock into you, whenever you want. Not whenever I want. A toy doesn't get to want anything. Well, I got news for you. I'm a human being, Jean, not a toy."
"I never doubted you were human, Jerry."
"You got to stop teasing me. I like fucking with you, but I got to know where I stand."
"You don't stand," she said. "You lie. Which is what I wish you'd do now."
"Will you tell me why you don't see me as often? I want to see you more, Jean."
"Maybe you will," she said lazily. "It all depends on my mood. Anyway, you don't need me to fuck all the time now. You've got your Edie. She can only lose that cherry of hers only once you know. After that, there's nothing but fun fucking all the way. Or ought to be," Jean yawned daintily. "This conversation is starting to bore me terribly, darling. Let's not talk any more right now, shall we? Why don't you undress me?"
"Yeah," he said. "I guess we talked enough."
Her body strained toward his. Jean closed her eyes and let his hands roam over her. She was tingling, eager for his touch.
Connie had not quite made a complete Lesbian out of her yet, she thought.
Certainly the affair with Connie had changed her in many ways. It had taught her new ways of cunt-pleasure, and had opened new avenues of delight to her. But she was not a complete convert to the Lesbian ways. Jean passionately enjoyed the frigging of woman and woman, yes, enjoyed it far more thoroughly and enthusiastically than she had ever dreamed she would.
But she had not lost her taste for hot cock, either.
It was just that there had been a shift of emphasis. Her hump relations with Jerry Trent were no longer so terribly important in her emotional scheme of things. The powerful need she had felt for his sturdy cock earlier in the summer was now served more directly by Connie Satterlee, no longer did Jean really need the big teenager.
It just was nice to have him around.
Nice to frig him, every once in a while, when the itch struck her. Like now.
He got her clothes off. She wasn't wearing much, just a skimpy sun suit, but, even so, he negotiated the clasps and buttons with a skill, a sauve self-confidence, that he lacked that first rainy day that he had come around to make a delivery. He was growing up fast, Jean thought. He would never exactly be a man of the world, but he was getting to know his way around a woman's clothing, and also what was inside the clothing.
His hands cupped her breasts, kneaded them, squeezed, toyed, played. His lips covered hers. He was turning into quite the lover, Jean thought. She was amused by him, by his earnestness, by his callowness.
And he was so useful. A woman didn't like to get her pussy-kicks the Lesbian way all the time. The time came when you needed the hot cock that a woman couldn't give you. A woman could give you only cunning caresses and a brisk, exciting cunt-lapping. But a man could give you the hard, twisting fury of real hard cock and sometimes a woman needed it in a bad way.
"Take your clothes off!" Jean commanded.
Jerry complied. In a minute he was as naked as she was. She put her hand on his hard-on. He grinned at her.
"Your prick feels good," she said.
"For you or for me?"
"For me."
"For me too," he said.
He put one hand on her breasts, one on her asscheeks. He tightened his big fingers, capturing the willing tit tweaking the nipple, digging at the firm nipple.
"That feels good too," he said.
"It sure does."
"Come close."
"I'm as close as I can get."
"No you aren't," he said. "Not quite. Understand what I mean?"
"Sure," she said.
She rubbed her cunt against his cock. She felt a little like a star-fish covering its prey, then unfolding, turning itself inside out in order to feed. She was very close to him, now.
But a closer closeness is possible.
They both knew what that is. And in another instant, they had achieved his cock in her moist, hungry cunt with a series of powerful acts of his big, rugged dong, and her cunt welcomed him with eagerness and that was the ultimate closeness.
They began fucking together towards a blissful orgasm.
Jean smiled, and gasped, and grabbed his powerful shoulders, and pulled him against her. She arched her back, straining. Breath mingled with breath. Muscular, hairy chest crushed against pink, tender, globular breasts. Thin hard lips encompassed soft moist ones. Eyes met, hers brown and mysterious, his blue and inquisitive, in a sizzling searing interchange of passionate glances.
Nerves tingled. Cock thrust into cunt. Breasts jiggled.
The hammer of driving prick smote her twat and she rejoiced. The eddying frenzy of delight came surging out of the smoky mists of her spirit, and she shook. She pulled her lips away from his, threw her head back, let out a long cry of ecstasy as the first volcanic surges of orgasm rushed over her.
"Yes!" she yelled at him. "Oh, hell, yes, Jerry, fuck me now, now, now!"
"Now!"
"Faster!" she begged. Jerry worked faster. "Fuck me, harder!"
Jerry thrust into her cunt like some energetic minion of Cleopatra, doing the Queen's bidding.
Passion enmeshed them both in its coils. Higher they soared, and then higher, and then the explosive orgasm came, the blissful moment of release, and Jean trembled and gasped and shuddered as his jets of hot sperm ripped her, and then that was over, and she went limp, and smiled, and ran her finger idly down his body.
"That was good," she said. "That was awfully good."
He didn't answer. He cupped the nearer of her breasts and pressed the softening nipple with his thumb.
She said, "You've improved tremendously since the first time you came here. You were all raw energy the first time. You fucked with your elbows, if you know what I mean. But you've improved. You're getting to be a terrific lover now, Jerry. Your girl friend Edie has a lot to thank me for."
"Don't mention her name here."
"Why not?"
"Not now. Wow while we're screwing naked like this," Jerry said. "It isn't right. Somehow it doesn't seem right. She trusts me. She doesn't suspect that I'm off frigging around like this now."
"You're sure?"
"Sure I'm sure!"
"She doesn't think you're a virgin does she?" Jean asked.
"I don't know."
"Sure you know. She doesn't think you're a virgin, and she doesn't even want you to be one. No woman wants to marry an inexperienced man. Edie believes that you've fucked around, that you've taken the trouble to get yourself a first-hand education so you can be a good husband to her."
"Well, maybe," Jerry admitted. "But even so, she wouldn't want to think that I'm still screwing with other women. Even after-even after sleeping with her-"
"Why not? A post-graduate course?"
"No," he said. "Look, I don't even want to discuss her here, okay? It's bad enough I fuck you in the afternoon and then I go to her at night. But I don't have to talk about her here. Let's just drop it."
"All right," she said. "Fuck me again."
"I got to get on my route."
"I thought you were so upset that I wasn't humping with you often enough," Jean said. "Here I am, asking you to fuck me, and you can't spare the time. Is that being consistent, I ask you?"
"Look," Jerry said, "there's a difference between not laying you in so long that I start to go outa my head, staying here so long the same time that I lose my job. I got to go. I'll come back tomorrow, if you like. But I got to go now."
"I'll be busy tomorrow," Jean said blandly. "Better come back oh, come back next Tuesday."
"As far away as that?"
"Next Tuesday, yes."
Jerry shook his head. "One minute you're hungry for my cock, the next you're telling me to go way till next Tuesday. I can't figure you out, Jean. I just can't figure you out at all, you know that?"
She sat up, then got to her feet and strolled around the room A cool summer breeze came filtering in, caressing her nipples. She leaned against the window, giving him a full, provocative view of her nudity, and said, 'The day you do figure me out, Jerry is the day it'll be over between us."
She watched Jerry put his clothes on quickly, and there was a curious mocking smile on her face that annoyed him. All right, he thought, so he wasn't so smart, although he was smart enough. Did she have to treat him like dirt?
Was she such a genius herself?
She was a good hump partner. That was all. No matter what kind of airs she gave herself, she was nothing but a good piece of ass. She wasn't even a decent person. She was a cheating wife, and she deserved to get slammed around some for it by her husband, if he ever found out.
Jerry did not have a very high regard for Jean's morals. In his eyes, she was a deceitful tramp. It happened that he was the one who was currently taking advantage of her trampishness, but that didn't make her any more virtuous to him. It was in the nature of women to be virtuous and chaste, except for the minority who screwed around, and they were trash.
Jerry had it all figured out.
In his book, Jean was trash, and he wasn't eager to take much curd from her. The only reason why he kept coming back was that she was a hell of a hot-piece of ass, and he needed the exercise. She had taught him things about screwing that he might never have found out in any other way. In that sense, she was right; Edie had good reason to be grateful to her.
But Jerry was annoyed. Jean was always grinning slyly at him, always looking down her lovely nose at him. He realized that she had as much contempt for him, as a big gawky dumb kid, as he had for her, as a cheating wife.
Which was fine, in a way. He used her cunt and she used his prick. And neither one had any illusions about what was taking place between them.
He went to the door. Jean, still naked, followed him almost into the street.
"Kiss," she said, in the vestibule.
He kissed her. The tips of her breasts grazed his shirt. Desire rose for him again, and he felt a powerful temptation to tumble her down on the hall carpet and fuck her once again.
Which was exactly what she was trying to maneuver him into doing, he realized.
To hell with her. He was seeing Edie tonight, and Edie might be in a loving mood. Might as well save a little bit of come-juice for her, Jerry thought.
He let go of her. "I got to go," he said. "I'm late on my route. I'll catch hell."
"Yes," she said coldly. "You'd better go."
"See you around," he told her.
He walked out of the house and started to cross the street to the place where he had parked the department store's van half an hour earlier. While he was still crossing, though, a big black Cadillac limousine that had been parked up the block pulled out and drove toward him and came to a halt right in the middle of the street.
The driver looked out. "You," he said.
"Me?" Jerry said.
"That's right. Your name Jerry Trent?"
"Yes," Jerry said.
"Okay. You want to get into the car? Over here, on the other side. I want to have a little talk with you, if you got the time."
Jerry stared blankly at the face of the man at the wheel of the long black Cadillac. You didn't have to be very smart to recognize that face, if you lived in Harrison City. It was a face everyone knew.
It was the face of Jack Pierce.
And Jack Pierce was the husband of the woman he had just left in the house twenty-five feet in back of him.
Big as he was, Jerry felt his knees starting to turn to water. He glanced uneasily at the limousine, then at the parked van, and said in a high, breathy voice that he scarcely recognized as his own. "I am sorry, sir, but I've got to get back on my delivery route. I don't have time to take a drive with you."
"Don't worry. I'll see that you don't get into any trouble at the store."
"But-"
"Get in. Nobody's going to hurt you, son. We're just going to have a little talk. I'm not going to make trouble for you. I'm just going to show you how you can avoid trouble. A lot of very big trouble. Get in."
Jerry saw that he had no choice. He went around the car, half fearing that Jack Pierce would suddenly back it over him as he crossed behind it. He wondered if Jack Pierce knew the full story about him and Jean. He wondered what Jack Pierce planned to do, if he did know.
Jerry got in. He sank back nervously against the astonishingly soft upholstery. Pierce started the car, and it glided away, moving as smoothly as a dream-car. Pierce did not speak. Jerry sat stiffly, wondering what he would do if he were an important businessman and had found out that some big geek of a nineteen-year-old kid had been screwing his wife.
They turned the comer and headed north. When they had gone a few blocks, Pierce said, "Do you know who I am, Jerry?"
"Y-yes. You. You're Jack Pierce."
"Right. And whose house was that you were coming out of when I saw you?"
"Y-yours, Mr. Pierce."
"And what were you doing there?"
"I was making a delivery. From Fowler's."
"My wife's been doing a lot of shopping at Fowler's lately, hasn't she?" Pierce said, his voice soft and even not an angry voice at all.
"I guess she has, sir."
"She's certainly been getting a lot of deliveries from Fowler's," Pierce went on. "People tell me that they see the Fowler's truck in front of the house all the time. A couple of weeks ago it was there practically every day of the week, so they tell me."
"I guess your wife does a lot of shopping," Jerry said lamely.
"I guess she does," Pierce agreed. "But the people who tell me about the truck in front of the house also tell me that it seems to stay there an unusually long time. As much as half an hour or more. Does it take that much time to make a single delivery, Jerry?"
"Well gee-"
"Does it?"
"Look, Mr. Pierce, I don't know what you're driving at, but-"
Pierce said in a feathery voice, "I sat in front of the house twenty minutes today, myself. You were inside all that time. You were there when I arrived, so you spent at least half an hour with my wife Jean today, didn't you?"
"Well, yes-?"
"What were you doing with her? Discussing baseball? Talking about the weather?"
"Gee ... well ... I mean...."
Jerry felt silent. Pierce pulled the car over to the curb, and looked at him with eyes that made the boy want to sink down into the earth. Pierce said, "You find it hard to put it into words, so I'll do it for you. "You've been screwing with my wife."
Jerry was bright red now, and shaking with fear. "I just want to say it was an accident the way it started. I never meant to-I mean, I didn't go there planning-that is, I mean to say-"
"Never mind," Pierce snapped. "I'm not interested in hearing how it started. I can pretty well guess. Do you admit that you've been fucking with my wife?"
"Yes." Jerry whispered.
"Okay. At least you're honest enough not to bluff. Because I know you've been screwing her. I've got documentary proof of that."
"What are you going to do to me, Mr. Pierce?"
"To you?" Pierce smiled bleakly. "Nothing. What do you expect me to do? Horsewhip you? Have you castrated? This is Jean's fault, obviously. You're just a stray cock she happened to find handy. I told you nothing would happen to you. That is, at this stage of the game. If you wise up and play it smart from here on in, you'll come out of it untouched."
"What do you want me to do?"
"For one thing, stop seeing my wife again. Permanently. I'll see to it that she does her shopping at some other store, so you won't even have to make deliveries to her. And don't come around on your own free time, either. Don't ever come around. Don't go near her. If you're out for a walk, and see her coming toward you on the street, cross the street. Is that perfectly clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"The second thing is a lot more important. I don't really give a damn if somebody is fucking my wife, but I very much give a damn if the whole county happens to find out about it. You've got a loose tongue, young man. If you're going to screw with married women, you've got to learn to keep your mouth shut about it. You didn't. You told people, and word got back to me. I can't have that. I want you never to mention to anyone that you even know Jean Pierce. Not to anyone. What's more, if anybody asks you if you do, I insist you deny it. Even if they force you to swear on a Bible, deny it. You get me?"
"I get you."
"Let me tell you what'll happen to you if I find out that you're still fucking around with my wife, or if you tell anybody in the world that you once laid her. I'll find out about it, because I find out about everything sooner or later. You'll be taken across state lines and a surgical operation will be performed on you, a small operation so that at least the rest of the husbands of this area will be spared any trouble from you. I have a very good doctor to do the job. I think he can handle this sort of de-balling, and the odds are pretty good that you'll survive the operation, that is."
Jerry looked at him, shaken. He was dead serious, Jerry realized.
Pierce said, "Have we reached an understanding, then?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I'll drive you back to your truck, now. And remember, I don't want you ever setting foot on my street again."
The limousine started again. Within moments, Jerry was back in front of the Pierce house. He wondered if Jean Pierce had seen him get into her husband's limousine. He wondered what Jack Pierce was going to say to his wife now.
Jerry got into the department store truck and fumbled for the key. He was so jolted that he had trouble starting the truck, but he managed it finally, put it in gear and got the hell off the street.
Who had squealed?
Only one person knew. Joey, the little rat! But had Joey gone right to Pierce with the story? Not even Joey would pull a stunt like that except for money maybe.
No matter. Jerry figured he had gotten off pretty damned lightly with nothing but a warning. Jack Pierce was certainly a cool cat, Jerry figured. He didn't want any scandals, so he had moved in to put a stop to things without fuss.
Well, Jerry thought, it had been great fucking between him and Jean. But now it was ended. Fini!
That was for sure. Today had been the last round. The appointment for next Tuesday would never be kept now.
He began to whistle in the cab of the truck on his way back to Fowler's Emperium. Things were turning out for the best after all. Rolling in the hay with married cunt was all right, especially when they were as good-looking and experienced in dishing out real passionate hump like this babe, Jean. Jerry wondered if she sizzled and got as worked up while fucking with old man Pierce as she had with him. He'd heard that lots of these married guys couldn't make it with their own wives.
Well, he grinned, that was one problem he and his girl, Edie would never have. She just couldn't seem to get enough of his cock and was all right with Jerry. For a recent virgin, she was becoming a pretty experienced humper in a very short time, surprising him with some cute bed tricks. He felt a thrill of hump-desire go through him as he thought of their date tonight.