Chapter 7
It was five o'clock in the afternoon and young man at Gina's had slept for two hours , and roused by her, had just woken up. When he saw the time he knew that he ought to be on his way, but the sight of her luscious body stimulated him again and he desired her at once and regardless of the time and the risk they would be taking. For Gina's husband had taken to coming home earlier on midweek days,preferring to have supper and then go off to the local in Chapel Allerton, one of those new, pseudo-Tudor houses in the centre of a vast housing estate. At least that was what Gina believed. Little did she know that he had suddenly picked up a floosy with whom he generally spent most of Wednesday and Thursday nights, taking her to the local after a visit to her flat.
"You really ought to be going, Wynstan, it's getting on. He111 be here soon after six you know. He'd kill me if he found me. Might kill us both. He's crazily jealous about me."
"Jealous. I like that considering the way he neglects you. If I were a bit older, I think I would ask you to marry me; that's if you could get a divorce."
Now for heaven's sake, Wyn, stop talking rubbish. If you married me you know that your father wouldn't leave you anything. They wouldn't stand for an ill-educated peasant woman like me, ten years older than you are." She looked at him, kindness in her eyes, and then reached out for him. "Come on then, fuck me if you want to."
"Oh, let me suck you off for a change, and you do it to me," he said as he sat with his legs across her thickening waist and looked down at the bush of pubic hair. Then stretching his legs back so that they were placed alongside her shoulders and head, he lowered his flaccid prick and balls onto her face. She pushed him slightly forward, then took hold of him and put his knob inside her mouth. He felt the exquisite feel of a soft, wet mouth on the tip of his prick, her lips kissing the sensitive rim, and he sighed with satisfaction. Then he buried his face in the depression made by her half-parted thighs and began to smell and taste her sex. At first he did no more than rest his mouth on the base of her pelvis, his nose pressed against her thick cunt lips, but then, almost immediately provoked by the sexy, somewhat fishy aroma of her genitals he began to push her legs wide apart and in a moment he had forced his mouth against her thick,hairy cunt lips, insinuated his tongue between them, and was greedily licking the inner membrane which tasted of her urine, her sweat,.h^r juices &. spunk. He pushed his mouth and nose deep into the miasmal flesh, covering his face in the oozy, viscid secretions. He liked the feel of the glutinous, sexy fluid, with its salty,acrid taste, liked it over his nose and mouth, filling his nostrils with its pungency,liked the squelcy sound as he moved his face in it till he could scarcely breathe or see. The more he buried himself in the slushy flesh of her vulva, the more excited he became, and soon he was moving his prick in Gina's mouth to the rhythm of .his mouth licking her slit.
She was adept at arching her genitals to suit his movement, and at providing with her mouth and lips a suitable, highly stimulating sheath for his now rapidly moving-prick as he began to urge himself to his climax, waiting expectantly for the moment when he would flood her mouth with his semen, and, at the same time, let his nose and mouth sink with satiation, glutted, into the voluptuous, receptive, greedy swamp between her full,Renoir shaped thighs.
Orgasm was not far off for both of them and with some massive thrusts into her mouth as he moved his nose and mouth almost savagely in her genitals, he ejaculated and simultaneously provoked Gina's climax, inundating her mouth, almost chokinq her, while, finding his ultimate fulfilment with his head buried between her thighs.
They were lying in the soixante-neuf position when John Hardisty entered the room.
John Hutchings lay at Maria's side, stroking her slender forearm. They had been there ten or fifteen minutes, hardly speaking a word, while the girl recovered from the painful time she had had. It was almost a period of anti-climax, and John began to wonder whether he hadn't gone about everything the wrong way and spoilt everything. Perhaps he ought to have fucked her, rammed his prick into her, regardless of the pain he might have caused. By now he would have consummated their relationship, enjoyed the pleasure of her flesh, and, at least, given her some idea of how a man went about fucking a woman, even although he might not have fulfilled .her. She must be wondering what kind of man he was: she had been in the house three or four hours and he had not fucked her yet, behaving like an old fuddy duddy and making a big song and dance about stretching the opening her vagina so that she would not feel too much discomfort on her initiation into sex. It was ludicrous and beyond belief. But, then, he knew there had really bean no alternative. He knew that in the end she would think no less of him for not rushing her to his bedroom. She was in a way a little wanton, perhaps a nymphomaniac ; nevertheless she was much more than either of these. He had seen evidence of both these aspects of her make-up, but the wanton was, he felt sure, subordinated to her fastidious, reflective, introspective side. The wanton would have wanted him to seduce her straight away without regard for the consequences: one mad, glorious initiation. But what about afterwards? The fastidious, introspective and prudent Maria wanted it the way it had been : slow at first, the man considerate of the girl and her needs, but gaining its tempo gradually, inexorably, until it would burst forth tempestuously in an act of initiation that would surpass the ephemeral consummation of an immediate scramble on the bed. This was the consummation he sought for he knew it would be the prelude to a succession of consummations, each, perhaps, more wonderful than the previous one. Something had undoubtedly been lost on the mere level of romantic lust, but the foundations had probably been laid for a glorious and sustained perfection.
These rather ridiculous thoughts went through John's head as he lay at Maria's side with his prick pressing against her buttocks, hisleft arm under her neck, his right arm on her thigh, occasionally moving down to hpknee and then to her calf. She had genuinely been in some pain after he had ruptured her hymenal membrane and they had agreed straight away to relax for twenty minutes or so.He had gone to the kitchen and produced some tea,and had just got back on the bed in the hope that she was feeling ready for him.
She moved round so that she was lying on her back. "I'm quite sure I'm all right now John. It was very nice of you to be so gentle with me, Now I'm ready. I hope I havnt spoilt it for you."
Her discernment was evident. She seemed to have read his thoughts.
"No, nothing is lost, everything has been gained, I think," said John. "I thought about the long-winded way I have gone about things on the occasion of you initiation -," he laughed at his own verbosity, and started again. "I mean perhaps I ought to have fucked you right away, but I'm sure that we've done the best thing. You happy?"
"Happiest girl in the world. I wish I was sixteen."
"Whatever makes you say that.What's wrong with thirteen?"
"If I were sixteen, you might want me to be your wife, or to live with you, or to or come to stay with you. Now it's not at all possible."
He stroked her stomach and his hand then crept to her breasts and he caressed the left hemisphere, rubbing the nipple inside the palm, fondling the flesh round it as if he were massaging it. She was excited by the way he stimulatedthe tissue under the nipple, and it sent a wave of sheer delight right through her body, ending with a kind of trembling in her womb. And this feeling was intensified when he began to stroke her breast from above the nipple downwards with the shaft of her thumb, making her turn her head from side to side, moaning half inaudibly.
When he stopped for a moment, she opened her eyes, looking at him through her long lashes and said, "Oh, I never knew anything could be so wonderful."
He continued to caress her breasts a moment or two longer and then, the urgency of his desire beginning to hurry him,he bent over and took one of her nipples between his lips, pre:.sing the tip of his tongue on to it as he did so. She moaned with pleasure, reaching out to stroke his head. "Oh, oh, my God it's marvellous," she sighed her voice trailing into silence as he began to roll the nipple in his mouth and excite her into calling out, "Oh, go on, do that, do that!"
John had never known the utter delight of making love to anyone as young, as lovely and as unsophisticated as Maria. He was findinq tremendous difficulty in restraining his lust. His desire for her was intense and soon he would find it impossible to be content to play the game of embraces, caresses, and all the other preliminaries.
He moved his hand between her thighs and felt for her slit. Gently at first he stroked her cunt lips, and then slowly inserted his finger between them, lightly touching her clitoris again before attempting to move his fingers into her cunt. When finally he did put a finger inside the luscious, wet passage, sucking her breasts avidly as he did so, she gave vent to a" cry of pleasure that told him her pain had abated.
He had not really devoted the time to her body that it deserved. He should have been content to caress her soft breasts for hours, to feel her shapely buttocks and play with her girlish thighs and slender legs, to kiss her lips and neck, look into her strange eyes, kiss "her nipples and, before taking her bring his mouth to those tender genitals. But now it Was too late. He had to take her without 'delay. He knelt in front of her and then smiling at her he parted her lovely legs, had a glimpse of her slit from a new angle as he did so and then got between her legs. They looked at each other and he saw in her eyes a look of complete confidence and acceptance.He knew that she too wanted him now.
His prick jutted from his bush of pubic hair, and to her, he thought, it must have looked almost menacing. He ran his hand from his balls, up the shaft, feeling its ironlike hardness, its splendid thickness. He bent over he and brought the tip to her open lips.
For the previous half hour she had been in a state of quiet ecstasy, aware that her body was slowly opening out to him. There had been a few moments when her ecstasy had been intensified, but somehow each small peak of intensity had been followed by a feeling that it was spreading through her body.
Instead of the intense feeling of excitement in her breasts, and then the trembling in her thighs that she had experienced earlier when he had caressed her, she felt tremors of excitement diffused through the whole of her body, leaving her flesh transmuted. Every part of her body, from her head to her toes, now seemed to be singing, and each time he touched her the tremulous notes vibrated through her, each time slightly raising the threshold of. her ecstasy. As the chords of ecstatic delight suffused her body, the trembling in her shoulders and spine got their response from exquisite shivers in her legs that ran up through her thighs to meet the waves of pleasure-pain surging from her cunt and uterus. Every part of her body quivered and vibrated, her flesh glowed expectantly, her whole being, eagerly desirous,waited impatiently.
Then the second came when she felt the tip of his manliness meet her cunt lips. For moments time stood still; neither of them moved as the their intimate flesh came into contact for the first time. It was a moment in and out of time, at the still point of the turning world, and everything was still,might be so for ever. Then passion asserted itself and her quivering cunt lips closed on him and he felt the utter ecstasy of her unsullied girlish flesh draw him towards her. He leaned over her, urged himself slightly forward, and as he took her in his arms his prick was engulfed by the clinging membrane, sucked into her as if by a whirlpool.
She felt the man's phallus enter her, felt the powerful, throbbing shaft begin its invasion of her treasure, and then she claimit for herself, sucked it into her, and felt the incredible sense of cleavage that a man's prick gives a girl when it assails her for the first time. He had taken her, she was no longer a virgin; she had been violated and possessed at last. All her cravings were fulfilled, her longings placated, and she knew this was the most wonderful moment of herlife.
And the most wonderful moment of John Hutchings's life too!
He had enjoyed himself sexually since he had first taken a girl somewhat belatedly, eight or nine years earlier. Maturing later than most boys, he had started late; but during his travels to France, Germany and Italy, on scholarships provided by his Art school,or on holidays in the last year or two,he had had the pick of the attractive girls.And they had ranged from the mature French actress, Jeanne Barbusse, a sophisticated woman of the world and the toast of the Paris nightclubs, to little Harriet Greene, an almost pixie-like girl of seventeen whom he had met in his first teaching job. There had also ban the lascivious Levantine courtesan, 5ulamith Rizk, as well as the lovely West Indian, Lia Fermoy. But there had been no one in his experience to compare with the teenage child into whose unspoilt body he had just thrust his throbbing prick, no one whose flesh felt so undefiled, yet so lusciously receptive.
He lowered his lips to her, and slowly began to draw his prick down the clinging sheath before impelling it into her again,now deeper than before, urging it in her to the hilt till he felt their pelvises crush together, their pubic hair enmeshed. His tongue probed her mouth at the same time,tasting her sweet saliva as the first pre-orgasmic spasm took, his breath away-She squirmed and pulled him tighter as he rested inside her, taking a deep breath to inhibit the involuntary spasms of his prick, and then bent her thighs up and instinctively gripped him round the waist and buttocks with her lugs and ankles.
"Oh, my darling," she moaned, J,please fuck me, fuck me!"
Now in control of himself he started to move his prick up and down her lovely cunt with a gradually increasing tempo, using a screwing movement to-provoke and stimulate her to the maximum, probing and raking the luscious, gripping membrane as her muscular spasms came faster and as her body responded as a whole to his energetic, body-invadingthrusts. His hands moved under her buttocks and, embracing them with all his strength,one in each palm, he dug his fingers deep into her flesh so that he could feel the hard rod of his prick moving inside her. He began to ram his greedy phallus into her with a lustful abandon, felt his prick pulsate on the edge of orgasm, and then in a few moments of tempestuous, uncontrolled sexual ecstasy, he came to a climax he could not control and without warning, no longer caring, he reached the point of no return and sent his spunk into her soft, girlish flesh, now sullied and violated, sent it deep into her innermost recesses, filling her with it and sending her into rapturous cries of delight as she twieted and rolled in uncontrollable ecstasy.
"Oh, I've come, oh my God," he moaned. "I've filled you with my spunk, oh darling!"
She said nothing but pulled him close to her arid then, as she slowly began to relax, she whispered, "Oh mama mia, you came inside me, oh, how lovely!"
"What the hell....! My God, you bloody whore, you fucking strumpet," shouted John Hardisty as he realized that his wife was lying under the naked man, her mouth to his genitals, the man's mouth and tongue on hers.
Almost exploding he rushed across the room and smashed his fist into the man's face as the latter, only vaguely realizing what was happening, raised his head from Gina's cunt.
Bleeding just below his left eye, the man scrambled up from the woman lying naked and prone on the bed and, with his head down he ran to grab his clothes. In less than ten seconds he had gathered them together, picked up his shoes and had fled from the room, taking advantage of the husband's surprise and bewilderment at seeing Gina, in all her plump nakedness, prostrate on the double bed.
"My God, Gina, what the hell are you doing," ana as he spoke he hit her across her right, breast.
"No, no! Please John, please," she screamed, holding out her hands to protect herself. "For God's sake let me explain, oh, John, let me explain, pie----." He smashed his fist into her breast-again and then brought his left hand with smashing force across her face. She burst into cries of pain and tried to turn over to cover herself.
"No, you fucking whore," he shouted,no you don't and he forced her right shoulder back onto the bed, smashing her face time and time again as he held her down with his left hand.
He continued until he was exhausted end then looked down at the sobbing, bruised and bleeding woman who was his wife. "Now,"he said, his voice loaded with menace, "explain."
She sobbed bitterly, holding her hands to her eyes, and then slowly sat up on the bed.
"Oh, John," she said. "You must try to understand. I have been so lonely ---" Once again he interrupted her with a smashing fist into her breast.
"No-o, oh, no, please, please! John," she cried."Oh, please let me tell you. Please give me a chance to explain." He looked at her full of anger, his face showing the extent of his shock and rage, but this time he gave her a chance to speak.
"Well?" he shouted.
"You'll never understand, John, but I must try to make you." She knew that she could never tell him the whole story of the years she had gone to men's flats or brought the young man back to the house. 5he knew that she would have to invent a story that would explain the young man's presence without giving away everything. She might lose Gina if she did.
"John," she tried to speak, but the pain, humiliation and horror of her situation were too much for her. "John -," she began again, "I met him three or four weeks ago and he pestered me to come here." She was sure he had left the house and felt there was little risk of her story being disproved, however much her husband rejected it. "He almost demanded to come here. I was so lonely for you, in the end I gave way. I know it was terrible of me, but he genuinely cared for me and respected me. I knew that you no longer had any feelings about me." Her voice was low and almost inaudible, and then it trailed into silence.
Then she knew in her own mind that if
She could somehow placate him for the moment she would be able to get away from him, even run away, taking Maria with her. She had some money in the bottom drawer of her dressingtable that would provide for a day or two,and then she could draw from her Post Office account. As she looked ahead at the possibility of leaving him, perhaps even the next day when he was away at work, the clouds lifted a little and she saw clearly that her chief aim was to conciliate him for the moment If only she could tempt him into bed with her!
"I ought to kill you," he said, his rage slightly abated."I'm certainly going to give you the thrashing of your life." 3ut as he spoke he thought of his surreptitious relationship with the girl at the pub, and felt rather pleased that he now had the upper hand. He knew about her, but she hadn't the slightest suspicion about him. It put him in a strong position.
"Well, thrash me, John," she said,"you have every right to. I. promise you I'll never do it again. Thrash me, John."
He wanted to thrash her. A week or two before his floosy had produced a short whip and had asked him to hit her with it.Laughing, she had told him that it made her more randy to be whipped a bit before sex, and lightheartedly he hod given her a dozen strokes or so with it. Then he had found himself getting a kind of pleasure from it, from hearing the swish of the whip as he swung it through the air and from the sight of the red ridges it raised on the woman's fleshy buttocks.
He unbuckled his belt and told his wife to lie face down on the bed.
Without demur she die" so and he immediately brought the belt down on her naked bottom. She wriggled in pain, but hardly murmured, trying to take the punishment without flinching. 3ut as he continued to bring it down onher back and buttocks, she could stand it no longer and began to cry with pain, long wails escaping from her lips mixed with cries of protest, asking him to stop.
He became more and more excited as he saw the red weals on her buttocks and brought the belt down on her with as much force as he could muster until he had her screaming out with agony.
"I'll bloody well teach you to fuck other men, you bloody whore," he shouted. "I'll teach you a fucking lesson." And as he continued to thrash her he felt his penis harden and began to feel a desire to take his wife's body sexually, having assaulted it physically.
He threw down the belt and unfastened the button that had sufficed to keep his trousers up and then pushed them down hislegs and stepped out of them. He then pushed his pants from his leg, his erect prick jutting from his body. In a moment he was on the bed and getting between Gina's legs he felt for her cunt and guided his prick into the wet hole, lowering his body so that his groins pressed against the plump posterior of his wife. He gripped her by her breasts and then began to drive his prick into her, assailing her ruthlessly. For five minutes he drove his throbbing phallus into her almost soggy flesh as she lay face down like a wounded animal, completely submissive to him while he took his pleasure of her for the first ti^e for many a month. His haunches rose and fell with cruel efficiency as he panted towards his climax, his lust fully roused as he fult his prick batter the tender flesh. And then, suddenly, he was coming inside her, flooding her with his spunk.
"There's some more for you," he grunted,"another lot of fucking spunk to add to your boy friend's." He pulled his still hard, dripping prick from her and, getting up from the bed, he smacked his open palm with all his force across her bottom cheeks.""Wow, get up you hussy and get me fucking dinner."