Chapter 1
Joan and Terry were sitting in his room. The lights were bright and Terry turned out all of them except for the small bedside lamp.
He saw the smile drop from Joan's lips and an urgent gleam in her eye as he moved toward her. She met him in the center of the small room and they stood close for a moment, their arms wrapped around one another. The heat from Terry's hard body seeped into her, and Joan sighed and crushed her firm young breasts against his chest.
He kissed her cheek then the side of her neck, and she twisted his face around, pulled him by the hair and kissed him hard on the mouth until he felt his teeth cutting into his own flesh.
His wide hands slipped up her sides, over the inward curve of her tiny waist, hesitated at the hard mounds of her breasts, then rolled down over her buttocks. She felt the thrills coursing through her body as his fingers groped and gouged her buttocks through the material of her skirt, forced their way along the furrow and the lips of her tiny cunt tingled.
Then suddenly, his hands were on the smooth hardness of her breasts and flames burst in her chest. He fought the shiny fabric of her blouse, flicked the buttons and there was a soft tearing noise.
Her breasts strained against the taut fabric of the bra and in the next instant, Terry unhooked the straps in back and she was pulling her slender arms free of the blouse and then her breasts popped out of the large silken cups and stood proudly in the heat between them.
Terry stepped back and gaped at her large round breasts. The nipples, small and pointed, were the most delicate shade of pink that Terry couldn't determine the outer edges. His fingers moved in the dim light and curled around her slim waist.
He buried his curly head between the darkening curves of flesh and kissed the tender petals, ran the point of his tongue between them, darting from one nipple to the other to taste the sweetness of both at the same time.
Joan held onto his shoulders and dropped her head back. Her long dark hair tickled the naked flesh of her back and she squirmed against his soft, insistent tongue. She wanted to cry out, beg him to be cruel, to hurt her. She didn't wonder why because it was an old promise she had made to herself.
She knew that one day she would be with a man like this and there was something wrong. Everyone told her that she would have to be careful of men, but she found herself wanting someone, Terry, to rip the clothes from her back, beat her and rape her. That way, she told herself, she wouldn't be to blame.
Terry's teeth were nibbling at her flesh, trailing along the hard mounds of her flesh, then catching her hard, coral nipples and the sensations made her legs rubbery and she wanted to fall to the floor when a hot pain shot through her nipple. Terry bit down into the flesh and she jerked back, but he didn't let go.
"Terry," she gasped. "Please be careful."
But instead of being careful, Terry took the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked hard until she winced with pain and his tongue whirled around the tip and his teeth dug into the silky flesh.
She squirmed, tried to pull away, but his grip tightened around her waist and she felt his hard cock in his pants push into her belly.
The thing took on enormous proportions in her mind. She pictured a prick as thick as a pole, spiny, grating like a rasp and she struggled harder to get away from him. She knew that he would tear her soft flesh, rip her to shreds, and she would feel nothing but pain and there would be blood.
Terry forced her hand into his open fly and she stiffened. The skin of his cock was rough like sandpaper, she thought, and then realized that it was the cloth of his shorts that her mind was exaggerating. He moved a bit and suddenly it was in her hand. Yes, it was thick, but the flesh was so soft that Joan was afraid to squeeze and rub it. It burned in the curve of her hand and she slid along its full length and shuddered at the thought of this huge thing up inside of her.
It seemed to be alive in her grasp, the head puffed up, expanded and contracted and the veins running along the sides were swollen with blood. She wanted to see it, but when she tried to look down, Terry thought she was trying to get away and pushed her roughly and her legs crumpled.
She sat heavily on the floor and now Terry stood over her with the light of the lamp shining on his prick. Joan sucked in her breath at the sight of it; it was white and pink all at once with blue veins and a bulbous red head. Terry dropped his pants and stood glaring down at her velvety breasts.
His large balls dangled between his legs and Joan marveled at the thick tuft of black hair above his curved prick. Terry sat down beside her and put his arms around her, forcing her back and then his hands were groping under her skirt and she wanted to stop him at first. But then as his fingers touched her burning thighs, she relaxed.
The fingers moved roughly over the tender inner flesh of her legs, tingled and then curled up into the small lips of her pink cunt. She sucked her breath in as the finger wormed up inside of her. It was thicker than her own fingers and she experienced a new thrill.
Many times before, ever since she could remember, Joan had settled back on her own bed in the privacy of her room and inserted one finger and teased the head of her clitoris until she came, and the musky fluid coated her hand. Her own fingers were always gentle, practiced, and she could bring herself to a climax immediately, or prolong it, according to her mood.
But Terry's fingers were rough and she knew it was there to tease her, force the silky liquid to coat the lips of her tingling cunt so that he could gorge her with his stiff cock.
Her hand moved over his hard belly now, felt the soft fluffy hair and then grabbed his throbbing cock again. She moved her fingers, sliding them up and down, forcing the skin over his head and then her fingers moved faster and faster until Terry felt himself boiling inside. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. Now he lifted her buttocks from the floor and tugged at her skirt and panties. She helped him now and soon they were both naked on the floor.
Terry was panting as he loomed over her defenseless thighs. She felt the silky scrape of his prick as he climbed over her belly and between her stiff thighs. His hands were on her breasts again, squeezing, kneading her tender flesh and his cruel fingers nipped the soft buds of her pink nipples.
Electric shocks washed over her body in thick waves and she felt a new heat in her legs. Terry worked the puffed head of his cock, forcing it between the loose outer sleeve of her cunt, and then as she settled back, getting ready for his entry, he lunged forward.
Pain shot through Joan's belly and she was frightened of the thick, hard flesh that was forcing the lips of her cunt apart. It felt enormous inside of her, although Terry had only succeeded in sliding the head in and she wanted to pull back out and get away, but there was no stopping him now.
He pushed harder, slid another inch into the tight sleeve and she felt his strong hands forcing her thighs farther apart until her muscles stretched and she cried out, more from fear than pain.
Terry was changed now, forcing another inch of his burning cock into her, and she expected more pain as he grimaced and lunged once again. Suddenly, he was almost all the way in and she didn't feel the burning heat of tearing flesh as she had expected, but the stiff poker worming its way inside of her throbbing cunt and teasing the lips, the clitoris as it touched and Terry lay against her heavily and covered her body with his strength and warmth.
He breathed into her ear, burned the side of her cheek, and now she could feel the whole length of his swollen prick working inside of her, sliding in and out of the smooth lips. Slowly, they rocked together. She found the rhythm came naturally to her as she swayed her buttocks, gyrated her hard stomach under him.
His hands clutched her tight buttocks and she reached up over his broad back and hugged him closer until the burning tips of her nipples touched his flesh and sent thrills through her body.
Terry moved quickly inside of her now and the puffed head of his cock battered the hard clitoris and rasped the sides of her cunt. Joan was lost in a sea of velvety flesh; Terry's mouth closed over her breast and his hands dug into her round buttocks. They were sweating and their chests slid together. His finger ran between her buttocks and found the tight muscle of her ass and she felt the pain stab into her again as he pushed and it seeped into her cunt as it slid over the cock raging inside of her.
Terry moved faster, squirming inside of her and then he shuddered and moaned in her ear and covered her mouth again, smothering her breath, his hot, sticky tongue darting between her teeth, twirling over her tongue and the roof of her mouth and his cock hammered all the way up now and then.
His fluid shot into her, burning against her, tormenting the head of her clitoris and then a new sensation raced through her and she lunged to meet his cock and then her body released itself and her own hot fluid washed over Terry's cock.
They lay quietly in each other's arms for a while. She felt Terry going limp inside of her and she wished he could stay there forever, hard and strong, and slide in and out of her, tease her cunt, bite her breasts, and bring her to a climax again. She wanted to come again and keep coming until her body floated out over the world and she could engulf it with her cunt, soothe it with her fluid, wash the dark corners clean with her musky scent and suckle every man at her large breasts.
She caressed Terry's thick hair, smoothed the skin of his back, and he moved again. Now she felt him coming to life inside of her and she smiled to herself, feeling like a mistress and mother all at once.
He was making love to her and growing in her belly at the same time. Now his cock was swelling to thick proportions again, but to her surprise, he withdrew from her. She looked at his prick as it danced in front of her and a look of shock flashed across her face. His prick was covered with blood. "Terry, you're hurt!"
"It's you," he grinned. "It's your virginal blood."
He turned her roughly onto her stomach and she wondered what he was going to do as he glared at the two soft white globes of her buttocks. Another virgin, he thought to himself as he spread the flesh with his thick fingers.
Joan, on all fours now, thought that he was about to enter her again and in some new way. She felt his cock fumble between her legs and she spread her knees to give him a better opportunity. But Terry had other ideas and he rammed his head against the unyielding brown ring of her ass. She winced and settled back to meet him again. Joan thought that in his haste, he had missed the mark accidentally, but he rammed her tight ass again.
"Terry, what's that? What are you...? "
He squeezed the flesh of her buttocks until she cried out with the pain of her flesh being stretched until it burned. Then he forced his thick cock into the dry muscle of her ass. It went in half way and she lurched forward and groaned as the pain tore into her body. He was shoving hard against her now and she felt the thick flesh tear into her ass, stretch the muscle until the pain was unbearable.
With one final push, his cock was all the way inside and a new sensation crawled into Joan's body. He hurt her as he pulled the cock out again, then lunged forward, thrusting his full weight against her.
Her insides were filled with him and she felt that she would choke. Her muscle flexed and tried to force him out, but it was no use. His thick cock rammed up inside her and she heard the sound of his belly slap against her buttocks.
His middle finger crawled between her legs and plunged into the wet lips of her cunt. Fire shot up into her again as he raged inside of her with his prick and his finger. She fell forward on her face and bruised her cheek. Terry listened to her sobs that drove him on, up into her burning ass, violating the last sanctuary with his swollen cock and he rode her, kneaded her heavy young breasts, pinched her pink nipples and glared at the sweating back and buttocks that he had impaled on his cock.
He hammered up inside of her, feeling the tight muscle slide over the head of his prick, the tender, sensitive nerve near its head, and he slid easily into the void again until his blood boiled in his prick, rushed up into the head and shot into her like a fiery cannon, burning her tender insides and Joan squirmed on the floor.
He fell on top of her and forced her to roll over onto her side with him. He hugged her flat belly, buried his shrinking prick still further until he felt himself completely limp inside.
Joan sighed as the fluid trickled out of her ass, mingled with his blood-smeared finger that still worked furiously inside of her raw cunt.
She shuddered and heaved, grabbed his hand and pumped it faster, rammed it against her aching clitoris and now she too raged with hot fluid, streaming over his hand and down his fingers. He smeared her belly with the stuff and she felt its cool, sticky substance and her tongue swelled in her mouth, sucked the thick, sweet saliva from her lips, and swallowed hard.
They moved to the bed and Terry looked at her lovely body as she lay back. Her face was framed in a pool of glossy black hair. It accentuated the fair whiteness of her skin, the blue of her sparkling eyes and the flesh-the breasts, pink-tipped and heaving, steaming in the heat of their bodies.
His cock was getting hard again, and he eyed her face, her plump red lips, shiny and dry.
He climbed over her, dragged his growing cock across her hard belly, breasts, and taut nipples. He slithered over her chin and forced the head between her tightly-pressed lips. She lay quietly for a moment, then as the salty taste covered her eager tongue, she moved her lips over his flesh.
The strong odor of his body, balls, and ass filled her nostrils and she wished that his cock tasted like the smell. She sucked easily, afraid to hurt his delicate flesh, but her lips soon tired and her mouth clung to him without moving.
Suddenly, he was bridged over her face, his balls dangling near her chin and his cock began sliding in and out of her mouth by itself.
His black curly hair moved over her and the cock dug deeper into her mouth until she choked. Terry slid in and out faster, until he felt the tight lips of her mouth, and finally, the tongue, darting against his nerve. He exploded into her lovely mouth, firing his milky sperm and watching it ooze from her lips as she tried not to swallow.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at her again. They smiled at the same time and now Joan put her arms around him and his mouth came up to meet hers. She kissed his face and the flat nipples on his chest. Her tongue moved over his body, her teeth nibbling at the loose flesh of his thighs and belly and then his cock. She lapped his cock, trying to get him hard again, but he rubbed her head and smiled. Her silky black hair tickled him, but his cock was tired now. It would be a while.
"We have to rest a while," he assured her.
She smiled crookedly and lay beside him again. They huddled against each other, touching their tired bodies. He toyed with her breasts as she caressed his balls.
"I wish you didn't have to go away," Terry said.
"It won't be for long, anyway. You can come to school and visit me. It isn't that far."
"Yeah, I suppose you're right, but somehow it doesn't seem the same. like you leave here and I don't really know, I can't really be sure that you exist any more, or if you were only in my imagination."
Joan laughed nervously and touched his cheek.
"Silly. Of course I exist. It's only a school I'm going to, not another world."
"I wonder," he whispered, and stared at the yellow light playing on the ceiling overhead.
Joan's thoughts weren't very far away. She tried to recall the touch of Terry's hands on her breasts, his mouth on her nipples, and his prick, swollen, pink and beautiful, standing proudly and goring her cunt into the submission that she had longed for.
"If I stayed here, what would we do?" she said after the long silence. She didn't look at him, but she could feel Terry squirming on the bed.
"Who knows what can happen."
"You would never marry me," she whispered.
Terry raised himself up onto his elbows and stared at her. She avoided his sparkling eyes, but she could feel them boring into her.
"Why do you always have to bring that up? You know damned well that we said it would be better to wait until we both got what we want."
"Sure, I know," she said sarcastically. "I get my degree while you learn your dad's business.
But I've been wondering more and more lately-what do I do with a degree if I become a wife?"
"Now that's what I call a foolish remark. You know damned well that I don't want any kids either, at least not until we've been married and have everything we'll need to raise a family. I don't want to..."
"I know," she interrupted. "You don't want to be tied down right from the start."
"It's not that I'm afraid to be tied down. I don't want to get into the same rut that everyone else is in. Remember what happened to Roddy and Barbara?"
Joan let out a long, deep sigh. She cradled her head in her hands and stared up at nothing.
"Yes. I guess you're right, as always."
Terry studied her face for a long time, then lay back down.
"Are you sure nothing else is bothering you? I mean, I get the feeling that something is eating you up. Is it what we did now, tonight?"
"What a silly question," she answered in a flat voice.
He had hit a nerve. Imagine, she thought, here I am worrying what's to become of us now and I didn't even realize what was going through my mind until Terry says something like that. "Terry?"
"What is it?"
"Would, would you be angry if I told you something, something that could be taken the wrong way?"
"Don't be silly. If we can't talk to each other, what else is there?"
Joan felt the reassurance of his words enter her breasts and warm her heart, and she sighed.
"I guess it is silly, but a girl, especially a virgin, always thinks that once a man gets her-"
"What an idiotic thing to say! I don't know if I should be angry or not!"
"See. That's why I was afraid to tell you. Now you're angry and it's my fault."
Terry cupped her chin in his hand and smiled. "Joan, I could never be angry with you. It's the idea of the thing that kills me. like I'm supposed to feel that I've conquered you, used you and now I should toss you aside. No," he said solemnly, "that's not the way it is with us."
She hugged him close and felt the tears welling up in her eyes. He had made a woman of her tonight and she wanted to give everything to him, stay with him forever, in this room.
She kissed his cheek and brushed her soft lips along the tight skin of his neck. Her teeth nibbled playfully on his flat nipples and she tasted the salty skin of his belly.
Terry caressed her hair, crumpled the thick curls, and opened his legs. Her tongue played across his stomach now, slithered and twirled the wiry hair then suddenly pressed his soft cock. He felt his whole prick inside of her hot, velvety mouth, sucking him to life, pulling and teasing the nerves of his tired body and in spite of himself, the head began to swell.
It grew inside of Joan's warm mouth, swam in her thick saliva, and reared upward until her head was raised over him. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth up and down over his cock. The veins bulged as they filled with fresh, hot blood, and her fingers caressed his balls.
Her nails gently raked the tight flesh of his belly and thighs and the strip of flesh leading to his tight ass. He was awake again and the illusive rasp of her tongue wasn't satisfying him any longer.
He coaxed her away from his cock and she lay on top of him. Her heavy breasts burned into him as he worked her ass up over his prick. She moved the wet lips of her cunt up over the head of his curved prick and settled onto it. A burning sensation curled up into her belly again but disappeared quickly, and now the only thing that she was aware of was the hard pressure of his cock.
She hunched her body, rode up and down his cock, feeling its head ram against her clitoris and the thrill wash up through her hard thighs and belly, into her groin and the throbbing lips of her cunt. Her breasts slithered across his chest and he caught at them with his mouth, clung to one stiff, crimson nipple and sucked until she moaned with pleasure, pumped faster and threw her head from side to side, her hair swishing, whipping her shoulders and face as she was caught in the frenzy of her hot cunt sliding over his gleaming prick.
She came fast this time, her body jerking as she sat heavily on his cock and she grabbed her breasts and twisted her delicate nipples. Terry was beginning to feel the pleasure in the warm pocket between her legs as she pumped a few more times then suddenly lifted herself and his cock flopped in the air.
She inched back on her knees then enveloped his shiny, wet cock with her lips, sucking and licking the white fluid from his head, sides and finally, his balls.
He lay back and felt her hair brush his upraised thighs forming a cradle for her tongue as it slithered around the sensitive head of his swollen cock. Then he felt the urgency in his groin, the pressure mounting in his balls, and he reached up, grabbed her hair, and pulled her mouth all the way over his cock and shot his fiery liquid into her mouth.
She drank quickly this time and he settled back again with her head cradled between his legs. He fell asleep with her tongue licking him like a cat. Her hair was thick and soft as it lay over his legs.
Some time later, Joan came up to his side and kissed him gently, but he was sound asleep and he didn't feel her lips.
He looked around for Joan, then realized with a smile that she must have sneaked out in the middle of the night and gone back home.
Great girl, he thought. She didn't even wake me up to drive her home. He was in a wonderful mood as he skipped to the bathroom and stepped into a steaming shower. He had to be a little careful about cleaning himself. Joan had left numerous battle scars over his body and he grinned triumphantly and rubbed his cock.
Fresh and full of new vigor, Terry stepped into the morning sunlight and found his car parked in the same place as every day. It was a short walk from the apartment, but it saved time in the long run looking for another spot every night, and on nights like the last, nosy neighbors weren't-likely to pay attention as he walked in with Joan. Joan, he thought, and visions of her white breasts flashed across his eyes as he turned the key in the ignition. In fifteen minutes he would be in his office.
"Morning, Betty," he greeted his secretary.
"Morning. Say, I found a letter that you forgot to open yesterday. I put it on your desk."
Terry shook his head. He wanted a cup of coffee and just wanted to sit back to dream about tonight and Joan, her last night in town. Tomorrow she would be on the bus for school and then. ...
The letter was in the center of his desk. He sat down and absently tore the envelope as he sorted the faces of the pretty girls who would be available after Joan had gone.
"Greetings...." the letter opened, and Terry was rooted to his chair.
There must be some mistake, he thought, and checked the name and address again. He ran from his office and stopped in front of Betty.
"Have you seen my father?"
She stared at him curiously as he waved the letter in the air.
"He was in early and left. Said something about a meeting. Do you want me to try and reach him for you?"
Terry thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Look, when you see him, tell him something important has come up. I'll call him later."
He flew out of the office and jumped into his car. He could catch Ben, the company lawyer, before he left his office for the county court house. Something was going to be done about this, he muttered between his teeth.