Chapter 3
Jerry Trent was at the age when the fires of physical hump-desire were so urgent and still so new, that there was the constant temptation to achieve joyful release all by his lonesome. As a matter-of-fact, until he had started working at Fowler's Emperium, the hot petting sessions he had with his girl friend, Edie Coleman, would arouse him to fever pitch, then it would stop there because he was very "idealistic" about her. So he'd go home, lie in his bed and before he knew it his own hands would give him the quick, sharp ecstatic release of masturbation. Heck, he thought, as he wiped the globs of hot sperm from his cock, it was better than maybe getting Edie in trouble.
But now he would see that the fancy tales about horny, cock-hungry housewives that the other delivery men at Fowler's had been leeringly telling him were not exaggerated. If he could judge by his own hump-experiences, they were being modest!
His first encounter had come on his fourth day at work. He had delivered a package from the department store to Mrs. Bruno, over in Oak Street. Mrs. Bruno was a little past thirty, and her husband, Vic Bruno, the grocer, was a little past sixty and had a grown daughter older than his wife. The current Mrs. Bruno had a pretty gaudy reputation around town, so Jerry was expecting some kind of horny excitement when he made his delivery.
He wasn't disappointed.
Mrs. Bruno's approach wasn't very subtle. As he came up the driveway, he caught sight of her watching from one of the ground floor windows. She was wearing a housecoat when he saw her in the window, but when she answered the door she was wearing nothing at all. Under the circumstances, it wasn't hard to take the hint, and Jerry went inside and gave her cunt plenty of the stiff prick that she wanted.
Unfortunately Rosa Bruno was somewhat pudgy, and smelled of garlic and worse things, and all in all was not the most attractive woman Jerry had ever seen, nude or otherwise. Still, he knew better than to turn her down. Someone had once warned him that you can get into trouble if you turn down a housewife who wants you to lay her. Shell claim you tried to rape her. Better to hold your nose if she has bad cunt-odor and go ahead. So Jerry obediently humped away with Rosa Bruno. A few days later, he had another package to deliver to her, but this time she wasn't home.
His second such encounter had come with a woman named Mrs. Lazlo, who was getting along toward twenty-eight or so, and by all reports was an even hotter piece of ass than Mrs. Bruno. The reports turned out to be slightly inaccurate. Mrs. Lazlo, like Mrs. Bruno enjoyed fooling around with delivery boys. But she did not want to fuck them in what Jerry Trent considered the usual method of screwing.
He found that out when he had stripped off all of her clothes and all of his, and had wedged his hand against her pretty pink cuntlips and was about to shove in his dick.
"No," she said.
"If you weren't going to fuck," Jerry said, "Why did you let me get this far?"
"Don't worry," she said. "I know other ways of making a man happy."
So she made love to Jerry with her lily-white hands for a while. Then her ruby lips descended on his dong and gave him a terrific blow-job, and he went away having shot his load right down her throat, though a mite puzzled.
Mrs. Bruno and Mrs. Lazlo, and then Mrs. Ross-three women frigging him in less than a month. That was okay, Jerry figured.
But the Bruno and Lazlo deals had been strictly one-shot quickies. But Jean Pierce-
A full-scale frigging affair!
She couldn't get enough of his big cock. That first day, after she had screwed him right, left and sideways, and he had told her half a million times that he simply had to get back on his delivery route, she hadn't let go of his dick until he had promised to come back and visit her the next day.
And he had.
And the day after that.
The woman was really insatiable. She was absolutely crawling. There was something sick, he thought, about the way she begged him to come and fuck her.
It puzzled the hell out of him. It also left him mildly fatigued, though not seriously so. A boy of nineteen is in his absolute fucking prime, and Jerry was a particularly healthy and sturdy boy. Still, a daily hump workout with Jean and a full-time job and studying on the side and his nightly dates with Edie-it kept him hopping.
He didn't fuck with Edie, of course. He was in love with Edie, so he kept her pussy pure. That way he could feel virtuous, and also save some energy for his daily hump-session with Jean Pierce. But he wondered how Edie would feel if she knew the truth.
Edie assumed he wasn't a virgin, he figured. But did Edie know just how often he was really fucking, and with whom?
Edie could be very innocent at times.
But it wasn't because Edie wanted to be innocent.
Jerry got a little bit of an awakening on Saturday night, when he took Edie to the movies. The place was a regular passion-pit, and Jerry had on at least two different occasions fucked a girl right in the car while ostensibly watching a film at the drive-in. When he went there with Edie, though, he was always the soul of chastity.
More or less.
She curled up in the crook of his arm, and they watched the movie for a while, and then when the movie started to get to be a drag, he began to open her blouse.
Edie smiled at him. She didn't object. She liked that.
Jerry had never gone further with her than that. It was purely through his own choice. He had no doubt that, if he wanted to be, he could make Edie fuck for him with the greatest of ease. But he wanted to keep Edie up on that pedestal, pure and with her cherry unbroken until their wedding night.
He unbuttoned her blouse.
He unsnapped her bra.
Edie made a little soft purring sound. She snuggled closer to him. Jerry nudged the cups of her brassiere out of the way and slipped his big hands down and around the twin mounds of her ripe young titties.
Jerry tenderly kissed the top of her head. Her hair was bright as gold, soft as silk. It had the sweet smell of freshly washed hair, unanointed with any sort of spray or gook.
His hands encircled her breasts. Edie had terrific tits, milky white, wonderfully smooth to touch. And big. She was only five feet four, but she had a pair of knockers as big as any that Jerry had ever seen.
He played with them. He ran the balls of his thumbs over her little pink nipples, and felt them turning hard. There was the throb of desire in his erecting pecker, but he fought it away with ease born of long practice. Edie wasn't to be fucked, he told himself. If he got heated up tonight, well, he'd just have to shoot his load with Jean Pierce.
"Jerry?"
Jerry smiled and leaned forward, burying his face against those two sweet-smelling swells of virginal young tit. He kissed the spot where her breasts met, and then he kissed the inside curve of her titties, and then he brought his lips down over each rosy nipple in turn.
Edie sighed.
Edie panted.
Then she did something that she had never done before-at least, so far as Jerry knew. She reached out and put her hand on his parts, right over his bulging cock.
Jerry was shocked.
He just didn't think of Edie as the sort of girl who would do that to a boy. But there she was. He wished there were some way of hiding, but there wasn't.
Jerry was embarrassed.
But Edie didn't seem to be. He lifted his head from her tits, and looked at her, and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack and her expression was a dreamy and lustful one. She puckered for him.
He kissed her. Her lips were soft and red, and when he put his lips to them he found that her mouth was open, and their tongues met. His hands went to her breasts again, cupping their soft tenderness. Jerry felt very confused all of a sudden. In his past necking sessions with Edie they had never gone quite this far. He had played with her bare tits, and he had kissed her, and sometimes it had been a kiss like this one, but she had never touched him, she had never looked quite so ready to let herself go all the way, cherry or not....
Jerry didn't know what to do. He lifted his head, looked at the motion picture screen as though for guidance, found no answers there. He glanced across at the car parked just to the left of him, and was rewarded by a glimpse of some girl's bare ass as she turned around to get into a more comfortable position, and a moment later a dark-tipped breasts gleamed barely in the moonlight for an instant, and then a boy's hand clamped it and the screwing couple disappeared from sight in the depths of car.
Jerry covered Edie's breasts again. Her hand was still touching as though she wanted to open his zipper but did not quite have the courage to take such a hold step without encouragement from him. He was half tempted to take her jeans off-he had never seen her naked below the waist-but he knew that if he actually saw her cunt there would be no holding back, and something would happen here in the drive-in that he had hoped would happen under more dignified and legal circumstances.
She took her lips from his.
"Jerry, honey?"
"Baby."
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"Tell me."
"I love you," he said.
"Then why don't you act like you do?"
"Huh?"
"You don't understand what I mean," she said. "You don't want me. I mean, like a man ought to want a woman."
"Edie-" he began uncomfortably.
"You think I'm ugly?"
"Edie you're gorgeous. It's just that-that oh, hell, Edie, it isn't right!"
"Why not?"
"We got to wait till we're married," he said, feeling like an idiot.
"I want you to do it to me!" Edie whispered. "I don't want to have to wait years and years Jerry. I'm getting older all the time. I'm going to be seventeen soon, you know that? That's old enough to kiss my virginity goodbye, isn't it?"
Jerry bit his lip. He fumbled around for something to say that wouldn't sound like the preaching of a Dutch uncle, and finally came up with, "We don't want to rush things, baby, do we? We might spoil some things that have been beautiful, so far."
"Or we might make them more beautiful."
"No," he said. "We'd just make them ugly and dirty."
"Is love ugly and dirty?"
"It can be Edie, in a drive-in theater. That isn't love, then. Just-just a dirty kind of fun."
"I think you're wrong, Jerry. That is, I don't mean I know for real, not yet, but I think love can be wonderful even in a place like this."
He shook his head. "For you and me, baby, things have to happen perfectly. And that means not there."
They were silent for a moment. She took her hand away. After an interval she said, "Are you very angry with me, Jerry?"
"Why should I be angry?"
"For saying what I said."
He shrugged. "I'm not angry."
"But you're upset. You don't respect me because ... because I wanted to be loved. You think I'm a tramp."
"That's not true!"
"Of course it isn't," she whispered fervently. "But it is. I want to know that I'm part of you, that you're part of me. We've been going together a long time, Jerry. Long enough so that we ought to-ought to start being part of each other."
"Maybe," he admitted.
"It isn't natural," she said earnestly. "Us petting part way like this. Everybody else goes all the way! Why can't we?"
"Because we love each other," he told her. "Because we're going to get married, and we don't want to start off on the wrong foot."
"Maybe you're right," she said.
She dropped the point. They cuddled up again, and he played with her heaving titties in a mildly exciting way, and when the movie was over she put her bra back on and he drove her home, and they went into her house for a snack. Jerry was in a troubled mood. He wanted to fuck Edie, always had, and now she obviously was getting impatient about her desires for him.
Should he give in?
He didn't know. All his adolescence he had believed that there were two kinds of girls, the kind you fucked with and the kind you married. Edie was the kind you married.
He could see her cooking for him, raising his kids-and sharing his bed. She was a nice, sweet, domestic sort of kid. But if he screwed her now, it would break up his marriage plans. He'd never be able to trust her. A girl who'd fuck with one guy before marriage would screw with a regiment, was the way he figured. Even if she was a virgin now and he was positive she was-how could he be sure she'd stay faithful to him between now and the wedding night?
Jerry wasn't having any part of that. He wanted to know that on his wedding night, he was the first to shove his cock in. He wanted his bride to squeal with pain as he broke her cherry with his stiff dick. If his cock broke her maidenhead a year or a year and a half ahead of time, he'd never be sure afterward.
On the other hand, Edie was obviously getting impatient. If he made her wait too long, he might lose her altogether. He didn't want that to happen, either.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't do anything, that night. Except to kiss Edie good night and tell her he loved her. Then he got into his car and drove around town for a while, feeling mixed up about everything.
His cock and balls were aching, too. The feel of her soft breasts still tingled against his palms. There was the coppery taste of hump-desire in his mouth. He had a headache from frustration. He ached in other places too. The trouble with a really passionate necking session, he thought, was that it gave you a hell of a pain.
He kept on driving, more or less at random, and he found himself in a suburban district, the area of expensive homes where Jack and Jean Pierce lived. He turned up into their street.
It was past midnight on Saturday night, and he didn't really expect anything much to happen. But he came down their street and slowed the car and stopped it in front of the Pierce house, and was startled to see Jean standing by one of the upstairs windows looking out.
He stuck his head out of the car window. No other lights were on in the house. He waved up at her.
She saw him. She waved too. But it wasn't just a yoo-hoo wave. She was beckoning him. She was telling him to come into the house!
Jerry stared, not sure he fully understood. She continued to wave, more insistently. Then she vanished from the window. He got out of the car. He strolled up the front walk. As he reached the door, it opened. Jean stood there, wearing nothing but a nightgown of transparent fabric that showed off all the opulent splendor of her swelling breasts and solid ass. Jerry, his cock already stimulated to the bursting point, thought he would flip altogether at the sight of her.
"Damn, am I glad to see you!" she cried. "Come in!"
"Your husband-"
"He isn't home. You think I'd invite you in like this if he was?"
He stepped inside. A moment later, Jean had her arms around him. Her lips went to his; her lush, voluptuously full body ground against his bulging cock and balls. He thought he'd shoot his load then and there....
"How did you know I wanted you?" Jean asked.
"I didn't. I took my girl home, and then I was just driving around killing time."
"I've been alone all evening. Jack was called upstate for an important conference. And I've been standing upstairs, looking out the window, praying you'd drive along. I never dreamed you would. And then all of a sudden, you were there! It was like a miracle!"
Her eyes were sparkling. Her tits rose and fell in the heated agitation of passion. Jerry felt his own hard-on pounding triple-time, and the throb in his balls became uncontrollably intense.
He started to go toward her.
She said, "You want to have a drink first?"
"Nope, Come here."
She came to him.
He got the nightgown off her in two seconds flat, laying bare the tawny, flawless nudity of her. Then she stood there, panting and heaving, while he relieved himself of his own clothing. Her eyes glistened all the more at the sight of his enormous erect prick, thoroughly ready for fucking after his session at the drive-in with Edie.
His mouth crushed against hers. He wedged one hand between them to grasp her tits, the other shot down her back and took a firm hold of her asscheeks.
Her cunt moved against his prick. Her tongue flicked like a serpent's. She drove him half mad.
They toppled together to the carpet.
There'd be no looking at pinups or jerking himself off tonight. Boy, he thought as her heaving tits seemed to come up into his face, these real knockers are a lot better than pinups. His tongue closed around each, rigid, crimson nipple, and as he nibbled them wetly, Jean twisted and wriggled her cuntlips at the tantalizing sensations from her breasts. Her legs squirmed on the floor as Jerry's hands cupped and squeezed her full buttocks. She caressed his proud young cock with her warm hands. She parted the warm lips of her cunt and quickly guided him within her vagina. She encircled his muscular young torso with her legs and began to work her belly, buttocks and cunt up and down his cock with a steady grind.
"Jean, Jean, you're terrific!" he moaned. His hands on her asscheeks increased her frantic twat-movements and as his flood tide of jolting jets of hot sperm tore into her hot cunt, they came to the pinnacle of ecstatic orgasm.
Jerry felt like a real grown-up man as Jean muffled her joyous come cries against his shoulder.