Chapter 5
The next day seemed endless to George. He was living in anticipation of six o'clock but it seemed that someone had poured molasses in all of the clock movements. When a middle-aged man knows that he will have the privilege of smashing the cherry of one of three beautiful teen-age virgins that night, the day can seem to be a thousand hours long.
Betty arrived late that afternoon and took care of feeding Jimmy, giving him his bath, playtime and then putting him to bed an hour before her friends arrived. Neither she nor George made any move towards or even mention of personal hanky-panky. Both of them knew that he would need all of his sexual energies for what lay ahead of him that evening.
At about six thirty the girls arrived. Once again George was shocked by the difference that clothes made on these adolescents. In their sweaters and skirts and flat shoes they looked like they should be carrying dolls and bouncing a ball. Once they stripped off these "Babes in Toyland" costumes it became obvious that they themselves were the dolls and that the only balls they should bounce came in pairs and equipped with their own bats.
Once again Betty assumed the position of party director. Even stark naked she appeared to be wearing the robes of a Satanic priest in conducting the Black Mass. As George watched her, he had the feeling that this young broad was born to be a madam. Perhaps she was the reincarnation of Polly Adler. That famous New York madam had written a best-selling book entitled A House Is Not a Home. Perhaps young Betty would write its sequel, A Trip Around the World Is Not a Cruise.
Betty approached the coffee table carrying a deck of cards with all of the dignity of a priest about to serve communion. She handed the deck to George to shuffle.
"Now girls, you are all three anxious to have George lead you from childhood into womanhood. Obviously, he can only do this to one of you tonight. Our selection will be made by the simple expedient of cutting the cards. The girl cutting the highest card will become a woman tonight. The other two will have to wait until tomorrow night and the following night. Are you ready to determine which of you will cross the one-way threshold tonight? You all understand that once you have entered the portals of this new domain you can never return to the status of life in which you have lived up until now."
"Who calls this living?" Margo quipped and they all snickered to make light of the momentous decision which they were facing.
"Very well then, Margo, you may draw the first card," Betty announced.
Margo made a big ceremony of the cut but came up with the nine of diamonds.
Sally cut very deep in the deck and produced the four of clubs. She muttered "Shit" and Margo looked pleased. Then the hairy blonde Cathy closed her eyes and turned over about half the deck, exposing the jack of hearts. George was pleased because, while they were all very attractive young ladies, there was something about this Cathy that really turned him on.
George led the blonde virgin with the huge muff of cunt hair over to a large club chair. The admiring audience gathered around not wanting to miss a moment of the performance that was to follow. First, he devoted at least five minutes to each of her luscious tits until the little pink rosebud nipples became crimson and swollen as hard as his cock. He chewed on each nipple hard enough to leave teeth marks and then slowly moved downward until he could inhale the heady perfume of her femininity. After breathing deeply of her intimate fragrance he began to lick her tender slit. It was the lightest pink in color and covered with little droplets of moisture which gave it the appearance of a rose covered with early-morning dew. As he licked and sucked on the lovely gash he realized that blonde cunts smell and taste different from brunette pussies. Their bouquet and flavor are as different as white wine and red wine. Judged on that basis this little Cathy rated as vintage champagne. George realized that the best job he could think of would be that of wine taster in a vineyard of cunts. She squirmed happily beneath him as he licked and sucked and mouthed her trembling cunt. He could hear the other girls breathing heavily behind him. He opened her lips wide with his fingers and began to give his full oral concentration to the exposed tip of her little clitoris. When his tongue grazed it, she began to sob slightly and lifted her cunt up to his mouth. He sucked the little clit right into his mouth and she drew in her breath in a loud gasp and shuddered violently as the orgasm hit her. She was nice and juicy now and this would make it easier and less painful when he brought her virgin years to an end within the next few minutes. The wonderful flavor of her champagne cunt filled his mouth and coated his moist lips as he reluctantly emerged from her happy valley.
From beneath the chair, where he had secreted it earlier, George produced one of those pocket flashlights that looks like an oversized pen. He had bought this earlier today for the special occasions which lay ahead of him these next few nights.
"Let's see if she is really a virgin," George suggested to the girls. "She said that she herself wasn't sure."
Instructing Cathy to use her fingers and stretch her cunt as wide open as she could he held the flashlight to the mouth of her vaginal tunnel and peered deep inside. The little pink membrane with the small hole in the center that was her ring-like hymen still blocked the entry way to the deep recesses of her sex.
The girls all wanted to take a look. It wasn't that they had doubted that Cathy was still a virgin. It was simply that while all of them, except Betty, had a hymen they had never been able to see it and were curious. First Betty, then Margo and Sally took a good long first and last look at Cathy's physical badge of virginity. They expressed curiosity as to what the female interior looked like without the hymen intact. Betty obligingly lifted her leg to the arm of the chair and pulled her pussy wide apart while George moved the light to her chasm and the other girls took a close look at the unrestricted penile tunnel. He wondered for a moment if this little comparative inspection might trigger any latent homosexual tendencies in the young girls. As if to assure him of her normal heterosexuality, Margo reached down and cupped a feel of his balls while looking up Betty's snatch.
George got up and produced a small white Turkish towel, one of three that he had bought on this day for a very special purpose. The girls got the idea immediately. He started to spread the towel out on the carpet but Sally suggested that they would get a much better view of the whole action if he screwed Cathy just as she was on the edge of the chair. He slipped the white towel beneath her spread thighs. Before getting down on his knees between her legs, he leaned over the chair and suggested. "Why don't you give my cock a little kiss for good luck?"
Cathy was aflame with passionate anticipation and needed no urging to do anything George might suggest at this point. She swooped his cock into her mouth like a feather being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. The other girls were amazed by her obvious proficiency as a cocksucker. She appeared to take his huge dong into her mouth effortlessly.
"I wish I would find a pair of shoes like that," Margo giggled as she watched the little blonde swoop down balls deep on the older man.
"Whadda'ya mean?" Sally asked her.
"Small on the outside but huge on the inside," Margo explained.
George's glans was well coated with his own juices mixed with her saliva when he pulled back from her face. He kneeled between her spread thighs and while the fingers of one hand opened the inner lips of her virgin cunt, he took his hotly throbbing prick in the other and Cathy felt the burning juicy head of that huge organ press into those inner vaginal lips as it demanded admission into her still-untrespassed sex tunnel. Next he pressed his lips to her mouth and his tongue forced her lips apart and forced its way inside, past her teeth, just as his rampant charger was forcing its way into those nether lips and urging its way through the tiny stricture in her untorn hymen.
She was conscious of his kiss for just a moment and then every thought and sensitivity in her body seemed to rush down to the current disaster zone of her tortured cunt. The head of his huge cock was well within her now and she could feel it pounding against her stretched but still intact hymen like some mammoth, red hot, battering ram beating at the gates of her virginity in an incessant demand for admission. She was moaning now and mumbling incoherently and then her lips, still close to his, emitted a sharp little scream as, with one final brutal lunge, he splintered the bastions of her maidenhead and crammed his way into the tight passageway beyond.
The jealous audience moved in even closer to watch that huge rod of flesh batter past her fallen maidenhead and stretch at the tender membranes beyond. A series of little sobbing screams, like those of a wounded animal escaped her lips as he continued to lunge inch by inch further into her most secret places. She felt little streams of warm blood running down between her widespread thighs and the fresh new towel began to get quite sticky beneath her open buttocks. Suddenly, even the last defenses of her constricted inner muscles capitulated under the overwhelming force of his attack and he plunged full depth into the very thimble of the throbbing, stretched and torn cavernous tunnel of her now mature womanhood.
Exhausted from the efforts of gaining the first total entry into the cave of her sex, he rested briefly while her vaginal juices started to flow and mix with her maiden blood to provide the much-needed lubrication for the pistoning strokes that his huge horsecock now began to take in and out of her fiery raw little cunt. Cathy's screams and evidences of the pain of the deflowering now became a series of soft moans of increasing pleasure as the hurt of the torturous forced entry began to give way to the sensuous delights of receiving a good, solid fucking.
George could feel her virgin blood keep oozing out of the ripped gash and trickle down warm and sticky onto his hairy balls. He felt a thrill of accomplishment at the sensation.
"Are you all right now?" he asked the moaning girl. "Do you want me to stop and just lay still in you for a while?"
"I feel just fine now. It only hurt for a minute or so. Now it's beginning to feel better and better with every stroke. Don't you dare stop now. Not even for a moment. I've waited fifteen years to know the exquisite delight of feeling my pussy impaled on some gigantic lance of flesh and muscle. All I want you to do now is to fuck me and to keep on fucking me like I was a real woman, not just a little girl. Please, George, sock it to me the way you like it best. Screw me the way you would if I were your own age. I think I'm going to like getting fucked from now on." Her voice was like a hoarse whisper and the words came out in little breathless staccato phrases.
The other girls were breathing heavily now, too. They had all held their breath from the time he crammed the mauve head of his huge cock into the lips of her pussy until he had worked his way balls-deep into the very base of her vaginal canal. Now they were almost gasping for breath as though they had been under water too long.
George continued the long, slow strokes of his proud prick in and out of the happily distended cunt as Cathy began to respond to his movements and thrust her cunt upward and outward from the edge of the chair to meet his every final penetration. Her eyes were closed and her every concentration was in the newly opened shaft of her final womanhood. His hard hot prick was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt. Just as she would tell herself that it was so wonderful it could not possibly get any better-it did. The agonizing ecstasy of her initiation into the society of adult womanhood swept over her in wave after wave of pleasure and pride. She prayed that she might miraculously conjure up the power to stop the clocks and the calendars and make this all-too-brief interlude of heavenly bliss last for all eternity. As though her body felt called upon to convince her mind that the lovely thought was a physical impossibility, she became suddenly aware that somewhere deep in her very womb a skyrocket had been ignited by the heat and friction of his huge cock. Now it roared upwards through her very insides to burst into a million colored lights behind her closed eyes. She let out a long moan of deepest pleasure at the sheer ecstatic beauty of her first coming to a real live cock in her cunt. The shuddering spasm of her first intercourse-induced orgasm raced through her lovely young body from toenails to scalp and left her drenched in the sweet sweat of sexual satisfaction.
The sight of her mammoth climax proved more than Sally could endure and her hand dropped to her own hairy gash and she began to massage her swollen clit vigorously. Margo resisted the temptation to do likewise even though her crotch had never felt hotter and stickier than at this moment.
George's tempo gradually increased as he began to charge her inflamed cunt like a young ram. It has often been said that a man is only as old as he feels. Surely, no experience can make a middle-aged man feel and act like a youth again more quickly or more completely than that of smashing the cherry of a beautiful young maiden. He forced one hand beneath her buttocks and his middle finger sought her tight little asshole and worked its way inside until it was as fully embedded in her rear as his cock was in her cunt. This forced her to press that hot little cunt up even tighter to him until their damp, matted pubic hairs became entangled. If he had been any closer to her he would have been behind her. Even though Cathy had thought that she was fully spent from that massive original orgasm which his wonderful big hot prick had triggered, she saw the colored lights burst in her head again and her ears heard the deafening roar of thunder as the lightning flashed back and forth through her feverish brain. She let out a long moan of supreme pleasure as she felt him gushing forth into the deepest reaches of her womb and flood her entire insides with the hot heavy juices of his balls.
"Oh, my God, I could actually feel your hot juice shooting out into my cunt. I never dreamed you could really feel a man cuming inside of you that way. It was sheer heaven. Please, don't take it out yet. Just hold it way inside me and let me feel you with my cunt," she begged breathlessly.
"I'll hold it in you as long as I can," George promised as he bent down to flick his tongue across her nipples which stood erect as two thimbles now. She shuddered at the contact. The little erogenous zones of her aureoles had always been highly sensitive but never more so than at this moment. It was a wildly thrilling new sensation to feel a tongue on her nipples and a cock in her cunt at the same time.
Cathy could feel the little circular purse string muscles that -lined the inner walls of her vaginal canal hugging and squeezing George's rapidly softening prick in little gestures of love and appreciation for the delightful internal massage it had given them.
The girls of the audience were still speechless. Betty, who had been the female star of the performance held the night before, had never watched another girl getting fucked before. She had been close to cuming herself just from the excitement of being a voyeur at the total destruction of her close girl friend's virginity. When she had first agreed to introduce the girls to George and ask him to service their sexual needs, she had feared that she might feel deep pangs of jealousy at seeing her man make love to another girl. Instead, she had found the experience to be erotically stimulating. She had related to him, as well as to Cathy, and had enjoyed the sight of sex almost as much as she enjoyed the feel and taste of it. She looked at Sally and Margo. Their bodies had taken on the pink glow of a flush of passion at the exhibition they had just witnessed. Perhaps, in some ways, they had found it even more thrilling to behold since it was a live preview of what lay in store for them the next two nights. Even now that the main action was over they couldn't take their eyes off of the two pubic bones that seemed to have grown together. They were delightfully apprehensive of what it would be like to feel that huge hot meat of his crammed into their own tight virgin pussies. In their fantasizing, each of them had imagined herself to be the fortunate victim of tonight's deflowering ceremony. Sally had strengthened the illusion by fingering her inflamed clitoris to climax twice while she watched. Margo had resisted the temptation, after a brief trial at it, preferring to wait for the real thing. She hoped that she wouldn't have to wait until the last.
In spite of Cathy's desperate efforts to keep his beloved cock hard and locked in her snatch, George shrunk rapidly until it slipped from the warm moist confines of her juicy crotch. She sighed at the loss of the welcome intruder which had taken her on such a wondrous maiden voyage on the seas of sex. George slipped his finger from her rear as his limp warrior retreated from her pussy.
The girls rushed over now and hugged and kissed Cathy whose body glistened like polished ivory in a bath of perspiration. The massive triangle of soft blonde cunt hair was pasted flat to her belly. Now the girls wanted to see her torn hymen. She remained perfectly still, thighs widespread and gash gaping, still distended from the stretching his huge cock had given it. Heavy pink juices oozed from the open trench like melted strawberry ice cream as her maiden blood mixed with the copious cum he had injected into her depths. Little rivulets of blood had dried on her lower loins and matted and crusted in the blonde hairs at the base of her crimson slit. George was the last to take the flashlight and examine the havoc he had wrought upon her tender sex center. Finally, when she had let them each examine her bloody quim thoroughly and had regained strength enough to move, she held the bloodstained and cream-coated towel to her crotch like a diaper and made her way to the bathroom.
"Save the towel and don't wash it. Bring it back with you," George called after her.
Now the girls relived the experience in conversation while Cathy who had been so happy to be properly violated at last made the necessary repairs in the privacy of the bathroom. When she rejoined them some ten minutes later, everyone agreed that she had never been more radiantly beautiful. A woman reaches the very epitome of her radiant loveliness when she has just been sexually satisfied by a capable and knowledgeable lover.
The intimate little group felt even closer to one another after participating together in the ceremony of Cathy's sacrifice upon the altar of sex-love. They chatted happily and congratulated the two principals on their superb performances. Sally and Margo seemed even more elated than Cathy. She had already had her moment in the spotlight. They still lived in breathless anticipation of their own premiere performances.
Later in the evening, Cathy walked over to where George was sitting. She crouched cross-legged like a tailor at his feet and ran her cool fingers up and down the limp prick and over the drained balls. Soon, the dead soldier began to twitch and expand. Encouraged by the feeble signs of life, the young girl lowered her blonde head to his crotch and swept his balls into her mouth. Her tongue and lips did wondrous things to the orally imprisoned sex sacs and soon he was erecting nicely. After a few minutes she eased his balls from her lips and swooped down on his now-semierect cock like a pelican diving on some particularly tasty fish. Her cheeks pumped in and out like a bellows while her soft lips traversed up and down the rapidly lengthening shaft. Her tongue covered him with little butterfly flicks in a barber-pole pattern. She would pull all the way off of it and blow her breath playfully at the glistening knob and then flick it about with her tongue and then trail her tongue up and down the tightening urethral tube along its base several times before swooping it back into her mouth and sucking and gulping his meat down. It was amazing how she encased that mammoth member in what appeared to be a tiny cupid's bow mouth. For his part, George responded in just the manner that she had in mind. Soon his sex stood proudly like a giant redwood towering above the dense underbrush of pubic hairs. Cathy pulled off of the throbbing hot fleshrod now and moved back to admire her handiwork.
"Behold the Phoenix has arisen again from the ashes of death!" she proclaimed proudly.
She got her feet now and faced him with her hands on her hips. The huge bush of blonde hair was just inches from his face.
"You've only done half of your job, Mister Ross," she announced in mock anger. "You promised to deflower me and yet there is one place I am still a virgin. If there is anything I can't stand it's a man who leaves a job half undone!"
As if to emphasize her point, she turned her back to him and bent way over, spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands. That huge expanse of blonde cunt hair didn't end at the base of her crotch but continued up the rear crevice of her buttocks. The little beauty had as much hair around her asshole as most girls have around their cunts! The tight tan orifice stared and winked at George like a brown-eyed Cyclops. The clear fluid began to ooze from the slit of his glans at the charming sight.
Standing erect again she turned around and offered him her hands to help him up. Then she knelt on the edge of the chair upon which he had taken her cherry and braced her shoulders against the back as she bade him to enter her virgin rectum.
"Fuck me up the ass, George. It's the only variety of sex I haven't tasted of as yet."
No gentleman would think of denying a lady her heartfelt desires and George Ross was, above all, a gentleman. He moved in between her knees and held the glistening purplish spongy head of his rock hard cock against the very center of the little tan doughnut. He lunged at the tiny anal stricture several times as they grunted in unison but to no avail. Their audience had moved in to get a close-up look at the new action. As hard as he was and as cooperative as she was they couldn't seem to effect a penetration. It was as though he were trying to force a half dollar into the dime slot of a pay telephone.
Betty slipped unnoticed from the room and returned with the bottle of baby oil from little Jimmy's room. While George spread Cathy's cheeks, Betty applied a large quantity of the clear mineral oil to the edges of Cathy's rectum and then worked some of it up inside with her fingers. Then she poured more oil in her hand and coated the length of George's turgid trembling prick with the same lubricant. While George held the buttocks widespread and Cathy reached back between her legs to grasp his balls and pull him toward her, Betty grasped the hot shaft of his cock and directed the well-oiled glans at the bull's-eye of its target for the evening.
Cathy let out a little shriek of mixed pleasure and pain as the huge helmet of his rampant warrior buried itself in her tight rear sex tunnel. George waited for a few moments until the involuntary muscles of her anal canal relaxed and dilated and then he lunged forward again burying another inch in the hot tight hole. Again he waited while the rings of rear muscles felt and examined the strange intruder into their private domain. Again he plunged forward and slipped in another inch or more. The audience seemed to have stopped breathing and all that could be heard was the labored breathing of the two performers in the little sex circus.
Cathy began to wiggle her buttocks and thrust them back to him. She had relaxed now and was anxious to have it all the way up her ass. George was quick to accommodate her with a vicious thrust that forced a loud gasp from her lips. Nobody snickered or made the least comment. George held her fully impaled from the back on his hot ramrod. She still had a grip on his dangling balls and pulled these forward to massage. her swollen clit. Slowly, at first, he began taking short tentative strokes in and out of her rosy rectum. Its edges had split slightly in the brave effort to accommodate his mammoth member and now little trickles of blood ran down into her open cunt as though a posterior hymen had been torn away.
"Don't just tease me, George. Fuck my asshole. Cornhole me good and proper and see if you can make the colored lights flash from this approach. God, my cunt can feel your gorgeous prick through that thin wall that separates fore from aft. Bugger me good, lover man!" she begged in hoarse tones.
George took her at her word, He pulled all the way out to where just the glans remained in her stretched rectum and then he lunged back to hide all of his meat inside her rear. He looked down and watched the hard shaft saw in and out as fascinated by the sight as the three girls who stared in disbelief. Margo was so moved that she let wind as he plugged her friend's asshole with one particularly strong thrust.
Cathy was humping back at him with all her might now. She wasn't conscious of the onlookers or of anything save that huge hot sausage that stuffed her intestines. She began moaning and making those little wordless animal sounds now as she ass fucked him with every ounce of her newfound sexual energy. They were lunging together and tearing apart viciously now, their breath coming in loud snarls like two wild beasts in the jungle, unmindful of anything save the thrilling eroticism of their unnatural sex union.
It was obvious to the other girls that this crazy symphony of sodomy was rapidly building to a crashing crescendo. Sally, in a feeble attempt to know what her friend was experiencing, had reached behind her and was sawing her middle finger in and out of her own asshole.
"Oh, my God, George! Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my ass harder and faster. You're doing it. I'm hanging right on the precipice. You've got to push me over That's it. Just like that. Ahhhhhhh! I'm cuming! I didn't believe Betty, but it's true. My cunt is actually cuming to your prick up my ass. Here it is!" she moaned as she was swept away on a tidal wave of orgasmic relief.
George felt the bear hug of her rear as the anal muscles locked him in a death grip. So strong was their clutch that he was powerless to move in or out of her soft sweet ass. He wondered if the girls might have to turn the hose on them like one does with dogs locked in heat. Her rectum pumped at his embedded cock while her fingers squeezed his dangling balls urging them to give up their treasure trove of liquid pearls in an attempt to quell the inferno that raged in her entrails. The dual urging was finally rewarded and George almost collapsed atop her back as he let blast with an explosive charge of molten manhood as the hot jism flushed through her lower intestines to culminate the efforts of this torrid sex enema. The lovely young blonde squirmed and squealed in delight as her older lover thoroughly back flushed her rear radiator. When the flooding had subsided, the exhausted George felt the need to sit down. He pulled his semierect spent cock from her asshole. It made a loud plopping noise like a cork being yanked from a champagne bottle. The weird little sound broke the tensions that had accompanied the performance and everyone laughed good-naturedly and the girls rushed to Cathy full of congratulations and highly personal questions.
George could hardly believe it when he looked at the clock. Five hours had passed as easily as five minutes. It was after eleven o'clock. The last thing he wanted was to arouse the suspicions of the girls' parents to where they couldn't get out again the next two nights and, hopefully, every night for as long as his family was away.
The girls dressed hurriedly and all left together as soon as Betty had made a final check on little Jimmy. Five minutes later, George was again alone in the house enriched by the vivid recollections of a most-memorable experience. He hurried to the bathroom and fetched the little white towel with the six-inch round stain of her virgin blood. Taking it to his room he stretched it out carefully on the dresser to dry. From his coat pocket he removed the last of his special purchases today-a felt-tipped marking pen. On the clean white border of the towel he carefully lettered the name "Cathy" and the legend, "Age 15" and the date. He wished that he would have had a towel for Betty that happy first night with her but he had saved the bloodstained handkerchief. He extracted that from the back of the bottom dresser drawer and marked it with her name, age and the date of her deflowering. He hoped that this would be the start of a highly personal collection of sex souvenirs. One final touch occurred to him. The following night he would cut off a hank of their cunt hairs and Scotch tape them to the towels. Next he carefully folded the other two clean new towels that were intended for Sally and Margo and placed them in the drawer.
"Two down. Two to go," he mumbled happily.
Catching his reflection in the mirror, he looked himself in the eyes as he proudly proclaimed, "George Ross, you're a dirty old man!"