Chapter 8
Marvie sat in her bedroom alone. Russell had left hours ago and Mark and Jean were already asleep. She began a letter to her mother, but stopped, unable to finish. She wanted to tell her mom all the questions she had, all the frustrations, all the fears. But she couldn't, of course.
And she was full of frustrations. She had liked what had taken place that evening, but why did she feel guilty again? She had hoped for a close relationship with Mark, one filled with sex based on love. Instead she got sex, with little or no actual love. She was a young woman, a young romantic woman, and the preachings of women's lib didn't affect her-she still remained the small-town girl searching for her Prince Charming.
She wanted to model, she wanted to save money for a portfolio, she wanted a new independent life. Thus far she hadn't been able to save much. She still hadn't made any contacts with the modeling field, and her life was far from being independent. She was too full of frustration for that. The sex she had been experiencing relieved much of her sexual frustrations, true, but it also gave her new ones. She wasn't sure what she was doing was right! She wasn't sure it wasn't sinful. She wasn't sure it was even what she wanted to do. She felt forced into it, as if she were caught in the tide rolling out to sea and could do nothing about it. Should she now try desperately to swim back to shore or should she go with it and perhaps drown?
She missed home. There the people were simple and honest, and although she resented small-town living when she went to high school there, she now realized it was a better world than the one she was now in. She wished that she could see her mother and father, if just for a day, to be assured of their love and affection. She felt weak and without purpose.
She did write her mother a little note saying that she was finding things rough and that she had again lost a man she liked. She realized there was no hope with Mark as far as having a love affair with him. There was only hope for a wild sexual affair, with him and many others, and although that prospect sounded wonderful and exciting at times, it also seemed dirty. Could she ever participate in an orgy such as the one Jean had showed her in the photos? Tonight's little performance with Russell was tame, compared with the usual parties Jean and Mark gave, and she knew it.
Finally, she tried to fall asleep. She lay silent on the pillow for a while, looking out at the moon through the open window. Then she decided she had waited long enough. She was going to make a stab at the modeling business once and for all. She would talk to Mark about it in the morning.
"Who's the most important guy you know in the modeling business?" Marvie asked Mark at breakfast.
"Greg Townes," Mark replied.
"He's one of the biggest agents in town," Jean said, frying eggs at the stove.
"Could I meet him, talk to him?" Marvie asked determined to meet this guy soon.
"Well, sure. I'll call him today and tell him you'll be coming in." Mark drank coffee, sitting in his shorts. Marvie reached over and placed her hand between his legs, touching his full rounded crotch. He responded by moving his legs apart so she could cup his balls. She felt his cock growing.
"I need a portfolio, Mark! I have to see a photographer first." She rubbed her hands over his hardening shorts.
"Yeah," Mark said, getting noticeably excited, "I know this great photographer. He'll do your pictures if you ball him."
Jean turned around and realized what was happening. "Honey, you know how to get your way!" she laughed.
"Can I see him this weekend, get him to do my pictures? Then I can go to Greg Townes." Marvie pulled his cock out of his shorts and started playing with it.
"Yes, sure ... oh, yeah, anything." Mark flung his head back in pleasure. Marvie's hands moved up and down the huge shaft standing between his legs. Jean watched in wonder, then knelt down next to his chair to watch closely.
"Oh Marvie, don't stop, I wanna come!" Mark said, his head still back. He thrust his hips into the air and Marvie started beating his cock harder.
"Come on, Mark! Come fast, I'll take it when you shoot," Jean said, watching closely, just inches from the stiff organ.
Marvie pumped up and down with her hand. She saw the tip of his cock swell and then finally a drop of premature semen rolled over the head. Jean moved her face above his cock and let a large mouthful of saliva coat the organ and Marvie's hand. Her fingers moved up and down the wide organ with ease under the lubricant.
"Come, you bastard! I wanna drink it all down!" Jean dug her nails into his arm and thigh. She kept her head just above his cock-head so she could clamp her mouth down on it when it started to shoot.
"I'm getting there, oh man, I'm gonna do it! Don't stop, Marvie, don't stop!" And then, just as the last word came from his lips, the head of his cock exploded. Cum shot up into Jean's face and immediately Marvie pulled her hand down to the base of his organ, allowing Jean's mouth to take his cock and all the flowing cum.
Jean smashed her head down with a moaning sound and then groaned as the back of her throat was filled with spurting semen. She sucked hard and swallowed every drop. Mark bucked his hips into the air, forcing his cock almost all the way down her throat. Marvie grasped his balls with her other hands, as if to squeeze out the remaining seminal fluid.
Mark let his ass fall back to the chair and he looked down. Marvie smiled up at him and he grinned back. Then he took his cup of coffee and drank some, watching Jean still sucking on his penis. Marvie leaned back in her chair and also drank coffee. Jean stayed on her knees, nibbling on his penis, till it softened and finally rolled out of her mouth. Then she got up, sat in her chair, and wiped her lips. "Well, what a nice way to start the day!" she said happily.
"Yeah," Mark added. He was glowing.
"Hi, I'm Marvie Martin," she announced.
"I'm Phillip. Come in." Phil opened the door of his studio and welcomed her. She stepped in.
Marvie looked him over as he walked to the drapes to part them and open a few windows. He was younger than she had figured he'd be, about twenty-seven or eight at the most, and he was cute. Not handsome or good-looking, but cute, in a boyish way. His body was tall and lean and he had haunting dark eyes.
"I was doing some work in the dark," Phil explained as he opened the windows.
"I'm so glad I finally got here. I've been needing pictures for months!" Marvie sat on the little couch near the windows.
"Can I get you anything? Wine? Tea?" Phil asked.
"Wine would be fine," Marvie replied. She watched as he turned, looked back and smiled, and then walked into the little kitchen. She liked his half studio, half apartment, and it immediately reminded her of the movie, Blow Up, which she had liked so much.
Phil returned with two glasses of cold chablis. Marvie took one from the little tray. "Thank you, Phillip."
"Call me Phil."
"Thank you, Phil," she smiled.
He sat down across from her. They talked about photographs for a few minutes, what kind, where to take them, which shots would serve her best. He told her she was very beautiful and he thought she had good chances at modeling. In the course of the conversation, Marvie found out that he was very wealthy and had taken up photography as a hobby since he was tossed out of college.
"Why were you expelled?" she asked, wondering what possible thing an innocent-looking boy like him would do to deserve such a fate.
"I was caught balling this chick in the girls' dorm. It was a Catholic college and they didn't dig things like that too much. I was glad, though. What a drag."
Marvie liked him. She liked the way he talked and she felt at ease with him. Now she knew how he could afford to do her photos for free, and judging from the huge photographs which lined the walls, she knew she was in good hands.
When Phil got up to get more wine, Marvie noticed the long crease in his worn jeans, just to the left side of his crotch. She could easily make out the outline of his cock and she knew he wasn't wearing undershorts. Her pussy started to cry, pouring the first of the honey that it would soon be losing in buckets. Phil walked back into the room and handed her the wine glass. She looked up and smiled, then glanced down for another look at his crotch. He sat down, across from her once again, and placed his hand on his thigh, near the crease. His shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his hairy chest shining golden in the sunlight.
Marvie crossed her legs and looked at him. Suddenly he jumped up and said, "Don't move, that's great how the light is hitting your hair." He grabbed his camera, checked his light meter, and immediately shot a few exposures, asking her to turn slightly or to take a sip of wine.
When he finally put the camera down he stood just in front of her and reached out to take her hands. She grabbed them and stood up. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then their faces met in a kiss. Phil's tongue met hers and they entertwined. His hands found her ripe budding breasts and in a moment her blouse was on the floor behind her. He pulled his shirt off and pressed his hairy chest to her tits. She tingled at the exquisite feeling, the electric sensation his hair created. She kissed him hard on the lips and he ran his hands up and down her back.
"Marvie, I want to make love to you," Phil whispered huskily.
"Yes, I would like that," she murmured back. It was a strange sensation, having this guy hold her, He seemed so light and almost boyish when he had sat across from her, but now when he held her he was strong and manly. His cute face was deceiving, for his body was as manly as Mark's. And his cock was just about as long.
Marvie felt his penis pressing down her leg. She rubbed her thigh against it and then finally reached down and touched it. It was not nearly as thick as Mark's, but the length would have given Mark a run for his money. She felt it, ran her fingers longingly down the entire length, feeling each vein and the ridge around the tip and the softness of the head itself. She wanted this magnificent tool in her hands, in her cunt, in her mouth. She wanted to suck on the head, make love to it, caress it till it filled her mouth with cum.
She fell to her knees and sucked the head of his cock through his jeans. She blew hot air through the material and nearly drove him crazy. He moved his thigh back and forth under her unrelenting mouth and finally pulled her up as he opened his pants.
Marvie opened her skirt and let it fall to the floor as Phil stepped out of his jeans. She let him remove her garter belt and stockings and then the little lace panties which were already moist with her pussy juice. She looked down and saw his long slender penis with its huge, oversized, mushroom-shaped head. She pressed her body to it and felt it stand up between their stomachs. Then they kissed again and Marvie was swept off her feet in passion. Her head began to spin with the wine and the sunlight and the passion within her body.
Phil took a step back and looked at Marvie's beautiful slender body. "No, don't move," he said when she started to go toward him, "I want to look at your body." And he stood there for a long time, just looking.
She stood perfectly still, her slender frame bathed in a faint light from the window, looking like a marvelous piece of sculpture. Phil knelt down and stared at her from that angle, then brought his hand up to lightly touch the thick furry hair of her pussy. He ran his fingers over her hips and down her smooth, alabaster buttocks, feeling the soft skin move under his rough palm. Then he brought his face to her snatch and kissed it gently, lovingly, as she instinctively spread her legs.
In a moment his tongue was finding its way between the soft lips of her cunt. It poked and ran itself up and down until the lips parted and it slid in her, sending spasms of wild pleasure through her entire body. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned as his tongue flicked in and out of her cunt.
Phil pulled his mouth away and then went back for another helping, lapping like a puppy dog at the folds of her wet, sweet pussy. He nibbled, tongued, bit the lips and caressed the hairy mound with his entire face. He stuffed his nose in her pussy and then his forehead, then back to his mouth as he spread the lips as far as they would reach with his fingers. Her clitoris stood out in all its feminine glory and he sucked on it till she started to shake.
He stood up. His cock was, in her estimation, the best-looking one she had seen. She thought it was even nicer than Mark's, even though Mark's was bigger. She was fascinated by the size and shape of the head, as if it were a helmet crowning a warrior. The shaft was slender, a bit wider at the base where it nestled in a patch of thick curly hair. His balls were hanging very low in their sac.
Marvie fell to her knees; it was her turn now. She took his penis in both hands and pulled it down to face her lips. She kissed it, licked it with her tongue, like a child would do with an ice cream cone, big determined licks. Then she dropped her hands to her knees as she began to nibble on it, along the length of the stiff cock, licking under his balls, making them swing between his legs, through the thick hair. Then, finally, she took it in her mouth and sucked on as much of it as she could get inside her. She brought her hands up and grabbed his ass.
Phil felt the girl's warm mouth slide down the length of his penis and he shuddered. No one had sucked his cock for weeks and it seemed like a totally new experience. He felt her tongue swirl around the tip of his organ, felt her hands clasp his balls, felt the back of her throat sucking at the rounded, distended head. He had to pull out or he would come.
"Marvie, I'm close," Phil said as his cock dropped out of her mouth. She looked up and grinned. A trickle of saliva ran down her chin and she wiped it with her hand. She kissed the tip of his wet penis lightly and then stood up again.
"Come on in here," Phil said, leading her to another room. The room was bare except for a huge mattress in the middle of the room, a few candles, and a little parson's table with a clock on it. Phil sat on the mattress and pulled her down next to him.
They held each other and began to make love, kissing again and again. Phil rolled onto Marvie's back, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks. He kissed her neck, bit it, made love to her sensitive ears and then started working his tongue down her back, till he reached the top of the crack of her beautiful ass.
"Oh, Phil, yes!" Marvie said, anticipating his lips moving to her asshole.
"You have a beautiful ass!" Phil said, looking at her smooth buttocks lying in front of him. He was kneeling between her legs now, his hands on her buttocks, his face just inches from the crack. He spread the cheeks slowly and dipped his head. The first electric sensation of his tongue touching her anal opening sent shivers up Marvie's body and she moaned and trembled. He did it again, and again, till he was licking and lapping at her asshole as best he could.
"Marvie, kneel on all fours," he commanded, and she did so, lifting herself, getting into position like a dog in heat.
"Hold on, baby!" Phil said. His fingers rubbed the moist, upturned lips of her cunt, as it flowered open before him. Then, with his hand still there, he planted a firm kiss directly at the tiny hard ring of her ass opening.
"Oh, Christ, that's fantastic!" Marvie moaned, feeling her body being tossed in a sea of pleasure. If this was the price one had to pay to get ahead in the modeling business, she would gladly pay it.
Again, Phil kissed her asshole, then began to trail one finger around and around the puckered entrance, causing Marvie to moan in delight. He moved his fingertip over the entrance, down farther to the moist, fur-lined crevice, his middle finger extended like a small cock.
Marvie immediately thought of the scene with Russell, how the fingers had slid up his ass. She wanted it now, the fingers, the long slender fingers of this photographer, up her own asshole.
He teased his finger down and under and into the tight, incredibly soft tunnel lined with honey, moving with maddening slowness along the interior wall of her pussy and then slipped it out to move upward again, this time to the aroused and rigid nub of her clitoris. Marvie moaned with pleasure at the increased tinglings of desire his moving finger was sending through her body.
Then Phil moved his huge swollen cock forward to tease the hard rubbery tip into the moist cleft and down toward where his finger was sliding in and out of the wet folds of her cunt.
Marvie felt the tip of his cock there, that giant red mushroom tip, and she gasped. She felt the finger fucking expertly in her cunt and she spread her legs even more so he could work it still farther in. Then Phil pushed the head of his long cock till it moved down and replaced his finger in her pussy.
He shoved it in her, slowly. He didn't plunge, he didn't push hard. He wanted to hear her beg for it, ask him for more. He put in about two inches and stopped.
"Oh, my God! Put it all in, please Phil." She tossed her head around and around, feeling the small bit of hot cock spreading her cunt lips.
"You want all of it? It's awfully long," Phil said softly, holding her buttocks with his hands.
"I want every bit of it!" Marvie shouted.
Phil pushed in another inch and stopped. Marvie gasped and waited for more. When Phil didn't move she pushed her body back, but he countered the movement so she couldn't force more of his cock into her pussy.
"You gonna let me fuck you in the ass?" Phil asked, enjoying his superiority.
"Yes, anything, anywhere! Please shove it all the way in! My cunt's on fire!" She begged, pleaded. He thrust another bit of his long organ into her pussy and she again jerked her whole body. "More! MORE!"
Phil pushed more and stopped. There was still a way to go. "You gonna lick my cock clean after I come in your asshole?"
"Yes! Yes!" Marvie again tried to push back to get all of his cock in her. She wanted to feel his big balls slapping against her pussy.
"You gonna hold my cock when I take a piss?" Phil held tight. He wasn't going to let her get it all the way in yet.
"Yes! Anything! I love your long cock! Let me have it! PLEASE!"
Phil bucked his hips forward and thrust the remaining shaft of his cock into her pussy. She felt it and responded with a groan as she closed her eyes and tightened her fists. His cock was all the way up her cunt and she thought she could feel it somewhere in her belly. His balls were pressed against her hairy mound and his abdomen rested against her anal opening.
"Oh, Phil, it's beautiful!" she moaned as he pulled the long member out and pushed it back in again. He impaled her beautiful sucking pussy with a triumphant cry. The monster filled her entire cavern, filled her completely, and she held the sheet in her hands to keep from falling.
The warm, moist walls of her honey pot clasped his cock like a tight fist, and he murmured something deep in his throat, a murmur of delight and passion. He looked down at his slick, glistening shaft, coated with her natural lubrication, and he stared in fascination at the hair-rimmed pussy walls puckering out around his manhood. He plunged forward again.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Marvie called out. Phil was panting, driving his hips forward, his hands kneading and squeezing her ass cheeks. His long, hard cock fucked in and out of her now widened cuntal tunnel. She rolled her ass back and forth and ground her hips back against his bucking loins as waves of delicious pleasure rippled through her trembling flesh.
Marvie closed her eyes again and felt her orgasm beginning to happen. Light seemed to burst brilliant colors before her eyes as the acute pleasure engulfed every membrane of her body. She came and she thought her entire body had exploded into a million little stars.
Phil held tight as her body shook. Then, unable to hold the position any longer, she fell to the mattress and he went with her, on top of her, and his cock slipped out of her cunt and rested between her legs.
Phil got on his knees and knelt between her legs. He shoved one finger up her ass, pushing it in without stopping, painfully, hard. Marvie gasped and muffled her voice with the mattress. Phil's cock ached between his legs.
Phil took his finger out and put both hands on her quivering moons, using his thumbs to pull the hotly perspiring crevice between them apart, wide apart, the glistening mounds opening to reveal the tiny rubbery opening of her puckered asshole. He leaned forward so that the hard fleshy head of his engorged prick rested against the small, now totally defenseless hole, then moved his hips, teasing the hardness along the softly yielding crevice, teasing the small little entrance.
"Oh, Phil, please, yes, I want to do it! Put your cock up my asshole!" She wanted it more than anything now. Her cunt still burned with the fluids of their fucking and she now wanted to feel his red-hot poker sear her asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck your asshole!" Phil shouted as he slapped the end of his cock against it. He pushed the head against the opening and thought it would never go in. She had never been fucked in the ass and she was tighter than a newborn babe. His head reeled and he suddenly wondered what he should do. Should he loosen her up with his fingers first? Or forget about it, because it would hurt? He looked down at her luscious body and knew he couldn't stop now, no matter how hard it was. He knew the pleasure she would experience, the pleasure he would experience. He wouldn't give up fucking a virgin ass for the world.
Phil grabbed his cock in his hand and held it steady, making sure it would enter her. It was still slippery and wet with the juices of their cuntal fuck, so the head slipped in easily. He pushed and her asshole locked its lips around the head of his cock and Marvie sighed and froze in anticipation.
"Relax, baby, relax. It won't hurt if you relax," he urged.
Marvie didn't feel any pain as yet, it was more like a numb feeling, a marvelous feeling. She couldn't believe the head was in her asshole. She reached down and felt it, felt the ring of her hole tight against the soft smooth flesh of his erect penis. She sighed again and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
He pushed forward and she cried out in pain, a sharp pain deep within her. Then he stopped for a moment and held it there, letting her get used to it. She was glad this wasn't Mark's thick cock, it would have been too fat to try it the first time. Phil's dick was just big enough for the first time, and it was long enough for any time! He bored his rigid member into her asshole as she groaned in pain. He stopped about halfway in, when her sounds turned to little gurgles in her throat.
"Are you all right?" he asked softly.
"Yes, of yes. It hurts so much but don't stop, please don't stop..."
Phil pushed more of his throbbing manhood into her waiting asshole. The walls were tight and pinching, feeling like velvet-lined gloves massaging the head of his cock, the shaft, every bit of it. He pushed more in, in a steady drive to the hilt, stopping for nothing now.
"Oh, God!" Marvie called out as she felt the long organ sliding up her forbidden passage. Phil clung to her hips with both hands and then let his body fall to hers, his head resting on her shoulder, as he reached down under and took hold of her rocklike breasts.
"Oh, my asshole!" Marvie groaned as he shoved the last of his cock into her. He flexed and rammed in as deeply as possible as he grabbed her nipples in his fingertips and pinched them. Phil pushed forward and pulled out with long brutal strokes and his cock trembled within her.
"Oh, Phillip! Phillip!" Marvie cried in agonized pleasure. She was floating on a cloud now, the pain only intensifying her pleasure, tears streaming from her eyes, aware of nothing, full of emotion and sensitivity. She wasn't thinking, she was only feeling with every last nerve in her young pretty body. Her heart ruled now, not her mind.
Phil started fucking her hard, hard into her gyrating buttocks in response to her obscene plea, a triumphant smile on his young masculine face, soaring his cock deep into Marvie's anus, his hands squeezing her breasts as if they were molding clay between his fingers, his loins smacking against her ass cheeks. His balls hammered hard against her wetly secreting pussy below.
Marvie's lovely, smooth buttocks were a blur of motion, gyrating, twisting, slamming backward and up against his pistoning cock. The pain was gone now, only pleasure, intense and lustful, remained. Phil pulled her up with him, into a kneeling position again, and Marvie was once again on all fours as Phil watched his cock sliding in and out of the tight opening.
Crazily, Marvie buffeted back against the superbly expanded cock sunk hard and hot into her rectum, sweat rolling in thinly trickling rivulets over her young voluptuous body, down from the crevice between her straining hips to mingle with the juices of her cuntal passion so that Phil's testicles slapped with a sharp, wet noise each time he entered her to the hilt. The tingling heat of her pussy became too much to bear and she moved her hand down under her, along her heaving trembling belly and across the testicle-flattened pubic mound to the trembling bud of her clit.
Marvie fingered her clitoris, rubbing it with her fingertips, feeling Phil's balls slapping against her hand. She rubbed her forefinger faster and faster over the tiny quivering bud, feeling the spiraling heat of her climax approaching at a rapid pace now as she felt new waves of heat through her insatiable flesh. With increasing speed she fingered her swollen clit, with increasing speed she churned her hips against the moaning, panting man fucking her from behind, with increasing speed she approached the beautiful climax she knew she was about to have. She thought and realized she would be having two climaxes with the same guy. She was overwhelmed.
"OH!" Marvie shouted and Phil knew she was coming again. She lifted her head and cocked it up into the air and called out again. "PHIL!" Suddenly her sweet juices gave way and her hand was wet with the love potion. Her cunt hairs bathed in it and she rubbed some of it all over his low-hanging balls.
"Hold on, baby, I'm gonna come!" Phil banged his cock in and out of her with incredible speed. He jerked his ass and lunged and pulled back again and again. Marvie pushed her ass against him, bracing herself with both hands, feeling the spasms attaching his body.
"GET UP!" he shouted at her and she pulled her body up so she was kneeling in front of him. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her breasts in his hands. He bit his teeth into her shoulder as he wildly smashed his cock into her, slapping his entire body against hers, fucking her in the fast final strokes before his cream came forth. He let one hand slip down to her pussy and he held his fingertips just inside the pussy lips, wet and mellow to the touch.
Then he stopped and gave one final lunge as the dam broke and his hot cum flooded her anus. He pulled her body to his, pulled her pussy, pulled her tits, so his cock was in as far as it would reach. He could feel each spurt leaving his organ, each one bursting from the tip, flooding her anal canal, seeping out around the base of his cock and wetting the hairs there. Then he felt his balls becoming wet as the cum leaked out and dripped from his nuts to the mattress.
It was the best orgasm he'd had in months. He kept his cock buried in her ass till it softened a bit and then he pulled it out. Cum ram down her thighs and over her cunt. She fell to the mattress and wiped her hands in it, moving it all over the lower part of her body.
"Suck it clean," Phil said, as he knelt over her face and dropped his cock to her lips. Marvie looked up to the throbbing organ, red as a beet, covered with gobs of thick cum. She parted her lips and let it slide into her. The semen tasted hot and bitter and she licked it off, mixed it with her own cleansing saliva, and swallowed. She sucked for a few moments and then realized his cock was growing hard in her mouth. She kept it up and finally she knew she was going to be able to bring him to another orgasm. She sucked and sucked, for all she was worth, and Phil knelt there, his legs spread on either side of her naked body, looking into space somewhere, getting ready for the second load.
He moved his hands behind him and felt her pussy lips. She spread her legs and he felt the lips part. He let them lay there, just inside the open lips, feeling the warmth and tenderness of that part of her body. Then she started sucking on the head of his cock alone and he moved his hips a little so his balls rubbed against her chin.
All at once it seemed to happen. He let it flow, filling her mouth with another good load of masculine sperm. He sat up and looked down and watched as Marvie, looking up at him, opened her mouth and showed him what his erupting cock looked like. He could see the white gushes coming from the tip of his organ, hitting the roof of her mouth, running over her teeth, dripping from her soft feminine lips. She closed her eyes and lips on the organ and he pushed it down her throat as the last of the jets of cum rolled down into her stomach.
Finally, he pulled his cock out and let it soften above her face, resting it on her lips. Then he rolled back and to her side and took her hips in his hands and sucked her pussy till she groaned and giggled in pleasure. Then they just lay there, recovering, each looking at the other's crotch.
"When can you come for the first session?" Phil asked.
"What?"
"Pictures, I mean," Phil added, smiling.
"Oh. I was going to tell you this had been quite a session itself!" Marvie played with his soft cock, holding it in her fingertips in wonder, caressing it and moving the skin up and down over the head.
"How's tomorrow?" he asked, letting his finger run down the lips of her cunt, pulling on the soft hairs of her mound, winding them around under his fingernail.
"I have to work till five. How about at night?" Marvie hated the fact she had to go to work in that crummy office when she could be here fucking Phil or having pictures taken.
"Eight will be fine, but we'll have to do some outdoor things this weekend." Phil kissed her cunt again and rested his head on her thigh.
"Wonderful. What shall I wear?" she asked, still fingering his cock.
"Anything new, stylish, bright. I want to give you a good contemporary look indoors and then when we go outside I want you to do a real Forties number."
"Forties?"
"Yeah, the Forties were a gas. You have the right body for it." He moved his hips closer to her face and felt the tip of his cock being warmed by her lips. Then she bent her head down and kissed his balls.
"Phil?"
"Yeah, Marvie?"
"You have a beautiful cock."
"You have a beautiful pussy. And asshole too. And tits. You're gorgeous."
She sat up. "Let me see your asshole, let me kiss it."
"Oh, come on Marvie, you don't have to."
"Turn over and let me do what I want. I like to kiss nice hairy assholes. Come on," she urged, as he finally turned over and spread his legs. His cock hung down under his balls and she could see them peeking up at her when he spread his legs.
His asshole was lined with such thick hair, Marvie had to pull it apart to find his anal opening. But she finally saw it, dark pink and soft-looking, tightly closed. She bent her head down and kissed it for a long time. His legs kicked into the air and fell back to the bed.
"Don't. You'll get me all turned on again!" he said, grinding his cock into the mattress.
"Let me kiss it one more time," she giggled, as she put her head between the cheeks of his asshole. She found the hole with her tongue and licked it and pressed so hard the tip finally entered a little.
"Oh, fucking Christ!" Phil moaned as he felt the girl's tongue caressing his hole. He trembled as his cock lengthened and hardened under her fantastic lips. Her hair brushed over the tip of his cock and his balls and sent cold waves up his hot body. Finally, she stopped and fell to the mattress next to him. He turned on his side to face her and his cock sprang up between them.
They didn't say a word for a long time. Then, when his cock was soft, Phil got up to go to the bathroom. Marvie followed him.
"I've gotta pee," Phil said, stepping into the little bathroom.
"You told me I could hold your dick when you pee," Marvie said with a sly smile on her face.
Phil looked at her strangely and then remembered what he had said. The thought of standing there with no hands but hers on his cock as he urinated was enough to get him hard again. He knew they would have to work fast.
He stood in front of the toilet and put his hands on his hips. Marvie stood next to him and took his cock in her right hand and held it, pointing the tip to the water in the bowl. It was already half hard, standing out far in front of him. He tried to pee, but it wouldn't come.
"You told me to relax, now you do the same," Marvie said, almost giving him an order.
He did. He relaxed and in a moment the tip of his cock parted and a stream of yellow urine fell to the waiting bowl. Marvie held his cock in her hand and moved it around so the stream hit the bowl from side to side, and then she dipped one finger down and felt the hot rushing liquid cascade over her hand. Finally, he finished and she held it and shook the last drops from the tip. Then, when she released it, his cock surged upward and stiffened.
There was still some piss on the end of it when he shoved it all the way in her cunt. "I came two times, and I'm gonna come again!" he said, grabbing her, pulling her body to his, guiding his hard cock up her pussy without any trouble. She bounced up and down on his organ, locking her feet around her back as she rested on his hands. He may have looked thin, but he was certainly strong. He slammed her pussy up and down on his cock so hard she actually felt her head jerking. Then she felt it and he clenched his lips as the cum again poured out of his cock. There wasn't much this time, but it still felt wonderful and Marvie didn't get off his cock till it softened and fell out by itself. They stood there kissing and hugging until the penis slipped naturally out of her cunt.
"Care to take a shower with me?" Phil asked.
"I'd love it. Do I get to soap your cock and balls?"
"No. I'd get excited and go for a fourth time!" Phil kidded.
"That sounds okay to me," Marvie laughed.
They turned on the water and climbed in the shower. It had been a good day and Marvie was on her way to her new career.