Chapter 6
"Gus!" Mimi called, "I'm going shopping!"
Gus and I were in the kitchen. Gus was sitting at the table reading the Times and drinking his coffee, and I was standing at the sink, washing the breakfast dishes.
I turned around and looked at Gus. He was staring at me, and when our eyes met I felt something electric go through me.
"Do you want to come?" Mimi asked.
Gus sipped his coffee, but his eyes were still on me, and even though I had turned back to the sink I could feel them burning into the back of my skull.
"No," he answered finally, and I felt something cold shiver up the back of my thighs. "Why not?" she asked.
"I have something to do," he explained. Then, "Are you going to take the kids?"
By now Mimi was in the kitchen, and I buried my attention in the soapy water of the sink. I held my breath in anticipation of her answer.
"I wasn't going to take them," she said. She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Her hair was up and she had sunglasses on. "Why do you ask?"
Gus sipped his coffee coolly. "I think it would be good for them to get away from here for a while. Break the monotony."
Mimi thought for a moment. "You're probably right. Besides, maybe I can get a couple of things for school. Before you know it, it'll be September."
"Good idea," Gus agreed, never looking up from the newspaper spread across the kitchen table. "Don't spend too much money."
"I won't. Where are the kids?"
"I think they're in the backyard," I said, breaking into the conversation for the first time. I was afraid to look at Mimi's face; afraid she would read my intention in my eyes. As it was, my voice was trembling in expectation.
Miraculously, Mimi didn't notice. "No, I'll find them myself. They're somewhere around here."
"Throw me a kiss," Gus said, still buried in the paper.
Mimi did, and I yelled to her to have a good day. She left the kitchen, and I heard her in the yard. The children were happy to have a change in their routine, and they piled noisily into the car. The motor started, and shouts of good-bye faded in the distance.
Gus and I were alone in the house.
I hurried to finish the dishes. My hands trembled as I washed them, and I was suddenly afraid to turn around and look at Gus. Although this was what I wanted, I was terrified at the idea, and I suddenly realized I didn't know how to go about beginning it. In my fantasy mind, the seduction was always quickly and coolly achieved, but now when I had the opportunity to initiate it, it all seemed hopelessly unreal and romantic. If Gus didn't make the first move, I didn't know whether I had the nerve to do it.
What if he put me off? I thought, scraping the dishes. What if he rejected my advances? Worse. What if he laughed at me? I'd kill myself. I'd die of shame.
Get control of yourself, I said. This is what he wants, you know it. Remember what happened outside your bedroom while he was looking in at you. Remember how he looked down your blouse at your tits, and how excitedly he rubbed back when you pressed your thigh against his. Control yourself and play it cool.
The dishes were finished, and I dried my hands on a dishtowel. "I'm going to my room," I announced, looking at Gus for just an instant.
He didn't look up from his newspaper. "Go right ahead."
I walked swiftly to my room and closed the door. My mouth was dry, and my muscles were tight with anxiety. A single, obsessive thought pumped through my brain: today I was going to make love to Gus. The idea excited me unbelievably.
Prepare yourself, I said.
I was wearing a pair of shorts and a blouse. I pulled the blouse off and touched my breasts. They were hard, the nipples erect. I felt a warm flush of pleasure flow through my body as I squeezed my tits together.
Next I pulled the shorts down my legs. I had a pair of white panties on, and I could see the dark patch of cunt hair spread across the front of the material. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled the panties down my legs. The crotch stuck to my cunt for a second, and I noticed a thin, wet film of moisture in the crotch of the panties as I stepped out of them.
I couldn't resist the temptation to touch myself, and I buried both hands against my cunt. I rubbed the broad, hairy mound with my fingers, pinching inward so that the tips of one or two fingers pressed into the damp slit of the lips. My clit was aroused and stiff, and I pressed it down into the flesh of my cunt. An intense flow of excitement exploded under my fingers, running up and down my legs.
I pulled my hands away from my cunt. They were wet, and I wiped the wetness against my breasts.
Get dressed, I told myself.
I looked about the room. A blouse was all right, I knew, but what should I wear on the bottom? Certainly not pants or shorts. A skirt. Yes. A short skirt with nothing else under it.
I pulled the skirt up my legs and fastened the button on the side. The hemline came to the middle of my shapely, rounded thighs, and I could feel the cool touch of air working against the nakedness of my cunt and ass. It felt rawly erotic to know I was going to walk out of my room with nothing under my skirt. It made what I was doing seem even more exciting.
My fingers trembled as I buttoned my blouse. I tucked it into my skirt, then lifted the skirt so that I could pull the tail of the blouse down smoothly. In the mirror, I could see myself; the dark patch of hair between my legs looked strangely erotic against the bunched material of my skirt and blouse.
I brushed my hair quickly, then sprinkled perfume around my throat and behind my ears.
Then, reaching into my blouse with my open hand, I rubbed some perfume on both tits, and finally spread the sweet-smelling liquid all across my thighs and between the lips of my cunt.
I was all ready for my seduction, and I opened the door of my bedroom.
Gus was in the living room, sitting on the couch, still reading his Times. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, revealing the thickly swelled muscles of his biceps, and the jeans were pulled tightly across his crotch. My eyes were drawn immediately to the long, thick lump under the material, and my mouth began to water as I thought that I would soon hold that piece of flesh between the wet lips of my sixteen-year-old cunt.
I sat down next to him, feeling the hem of my skirt slide up my legs. The back of the skirt was pulled out, and I felt the rough material of the slipcovers rub against my ass and the growing wetness of my cunt lips. My naked thigh pressed against Gus's, and I almost cried out when he returned the pressure.
Gus put the paper down and looked at me. His expression was serious.
I leaned over him and pressed the swell of my breasts into the muscles of his arm. I felt my nipples get hard, and I ground my cunt against the cushion of the couch.
"What are you reading?" I asked, rubbing my tits on his arms.
Gus's jean-clad thigh rubbed slowly up and down against my own leg. "Nothing important."
I looked right into his face and slowly ran my tongue over my lips in the universal invitation.
Without any further hesitation, Gus accepted, and his arm slid around behind my neck as he pulled my body tightly to him. My heart exploded in my chest, and I lost my breath when I felt his lips crush themselves against my still-open mouth. His tongue was like a thick snake as it wriggled wetly between my lips, seeking out the wetness of my own waiting tongue.
I answered his pressure by pushing my body against him. My mouth swallowed his tongue, sucking on it like a straw, and my tits flattened against his hard chest as we crushed against each other. The thick masculine odor of his body was warm against his flesh; it was like a drug that made me dizzy with anticipation.
Gus pulled his lips free. His mouth was wet. "Tootsie," he whispered. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
My heart was beating like crazy, and the room seemed to be spinning around me. "Yes," I answered, almost moaning.
He kissed my cheek. "But you're so young.. . "
I reached over and put my hand on his cock and rubbed it through his pants. "Does this feel like I'm young?" I asked. I squeezed the thick hard lump of his cock.
"That feels ... good," Gus answered. He kissed me lightly on the lips. "That feels very good."
I ran my hand up and down the length of his cock, from the thick base where it connected to his belly down to the swollen hard tip nearly seven inches away. It was wider than Marc's cock, and I tried unsuccessfully to circle it with my pinching fingers.
I'm touching Gus's cock, I kept on thinking.
I'm touching his cock! The very same cock that I watched fuck in and out of Mimi's sloppy-wet cunt, and now I was touching it with my hand!
Gus kissed me again, and this time I used my tongue on him. I pried open his lips and lashed my tongue against his, tasting the sweetness of his saliva and the slippery wetness inside his mouth. As I kissed him, I continued to run my hand up and down his cock.
Gus's hand moved from my side, and I felt it slide around my body with a sureness and confidence that made me dizzy. He placed his hand over my left tit, cupping it in his fingers, lifting it lightly, pinching inward and awakening the hardness of the nipples.
The moment he touched me, I moaned in his mouth and squeezed down on his cock. I tried to dig my fingernails into the hardness of the shaft, as though I could squeeze out the excitement in my body by touching him. The thick material of his jeans numbed my caress, and I longed to fondle his naked cock in the warm shallow of my hand.
Gus's fingers fumbled at my blouse; his hand slid into the loose flap and I felt the hardness of his fingers pressing against my flesh. His hand encircled my naked tit, and I felt the erotic nib of his palm pressing against the excited stiffness of my nipple.
Gus pulled his lips from mine; in passion I licked desperately at his chin, trying to suck it into my hot mouth.
"You have lovely breasts," he whispered into my ear, licking his tongue around the outer edge. "So firm and erect. It's an exciting feeling."
I shuddered; the words in my ear seemed wet and alive-they slid right into my brain. I opened the snap on his jeans and began to pull his zipper down with shaking fingers. "Touch more, then," I said, "if you like what you feel. Touch all you want."
As I opened the fly of Gus's jeans and reached in for his cock, I felt him confidently open the top two buttons of my blouse. The blouse fell open and my tits fell out. His hands ran lightly across them, touching them and rubbing them, caressing one and then the other. He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger, then pinched inward until the blood would rush from the nipple and make it momentarily soft again. Then he would wait as it filled up and was hard again before he repeated the pinch into my flesh. The teasing excitement was driving me wild.
Gus's cock popped out of his pants and pressed warmly against my hand. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and I could feel the stiff scrape of his pubic hair tickling in between my fingers. I rubbed the back of my hand and down the length of his naked cock, teasing my fingers with the nearness of his erection. The flesh of his cock was hot against my hand, and I couldn't resist any longer. I turned my hand around and grabbed his cock.
It was enormous. My fingers stretched to circle it, but I could just barely touch the tips of two fingers together as they went around the stiff prick. The flesh was smooth and hot under my touch; I squeezed it and marveled at its hardness. I ran my hand up and down his length, savoring the sleek thickness that slipped through my fingers.
"My God!" Gus moaned. "That feels so exciting." He hunched his cock up through my fingers. "Your hand feels so smooth and gentle against me. Light and caressing."
I kissed him on the neck. "Do I touch you the same way Mimi does?" I squeezed the head of his cock.
"Oh, God! No!" he moaned, pinching my nipples in retaliation. "Your touch is softer ... different ... more exciting!"
I enjoyed .hearing the praise. I wanted to match up well against Mimi's years of experience. I squeezed his cock hard as I could, and I felt him tremble in my grip.
"Touch my cunt," I whispered. "Lift my skirt. I have a surprise for you."
Gus's hand slipped from my breast and lay in my lap by my knees. I opened my thighs as wide as I could and gripped my fingers tightly around his thick cock. I began to jerk him off.
Gus's hand slid down the decline of my open legs. I felt his hand turn so that his fingers were on the bottom, his palm pressed inward. I felt the pressure of his hand as it softly crushed itself against my cunt hair, sending tingles of expectation through the wet heat of my cunt. Then, finally, his hand grazed the naked mound and his fingers cupped themselves under my cunt, his palm lodged firmly against the wide swell of my flesh. I arched my back and pressed my cunt tightly against his hand.
"You're so wet!" Gus moaned. "Your cunt is all wet."
"Do you like it wet?" My hand moved steadily up and down on his cock.
"Yes," he moaned, excited with his pleasure. "I wasn't expecting you to be so wet."
He began to rub my clitoris, rub it with an experience and knowledge that made my legs weak with pleasure. I hunched my cunt up and down under his fingers, feeling wave after wave of pleasure ripple outward from my cunt.
"Stick your finger in me," I grunted. "In my cunt."
Gus's thick finger slid down between the tight wet lips, then pushed up and in. I screwed my cunt down around his finger and felt his hardness sliding farther into me. He pumped his finger in and out, scraping it sensually against the wet walls of my cunt. I felt the inner lips of my cunt moving up and down as he drove his piston-like finger through the wetness.
"You're tight," he said. He leaned forward and chewed on my nipples. "Your pussy is very tight."
"You like it tight, don't you?" I tightened my cunt muscles around his prodding finger. Gus's finger became rigid inside me, locked firmly into place by the tight ring of muscles in my cunt.
"Yes," he moaned, trying to pull the finger free, "I like a tight cunt."
I relaxed the muscles, and he pushed up hard inside me, wriggling freely. "Then you can imagine how good it will feel when you're fucking me. I have a very tight cunt."
The words excited Gus. "Let me fuck you now."
I leaned forward. "Not yet. I want to do something to you first." I opened my mouth.
He stiffened when I licked my tongue across the tip of his enormous cock. "You do that, too?" he asked. His voice was incredulous with surprise.
I sank my mouth down around his cock. "I do everything," I murmured softly before swallowing his cock.
He moaned and pushed his cock stiffly into my mouth by arching his hips up. My lips opened wide to accommodate his thickness. I licked my tongue against the bottom side of the shaft as he slid it into my mouth. The flesh tasted hot around my lips, and my jaw ached from being pulled so wide open. Although he was not quite as long as Marc had been, I couldn't sink my mouth down as far around him because of the great width of his cock.
"Oh Jesus, Tootsie!" Gus moaned. He stiffened his whole body, and I felt his finger tremble inside of my cunt. "It's fantastic!! "
I bobbed my face up and down, swallowing and spitting out the length of Gus's cock as I pulled my lips tight around the sides of his thick shaft. My mouth was as wet as I could make it, and I bathed his cock in the puddle of my saliva as I swirled my tongue back and forth across the head. I felt the wetness dribbling down the sides of his cock, collecting around my puckered lips and dribbling down my own chin whenever his width pulled the ring of my lips apart.
"Uhhhnnn!" Gus moaned. He pulled his finger out of my cunt and pressed my head down against him with both hands. "I'm going to come soon."
I held the trembling shaft of his cock tight in my fist, pulling my mouth away. "Another time perhaps," I told him, licking the big cockhead. "But today you're going to fuck me."
Gus groaned. "Yes, I want to fuck you."
I pulled myself up. My blouse was twisted around and my tits were hanging out. My skirt was down in place, but my cunt was very wet. Gus lay at an angle on the couch, pulled over to the side, his head resting against the back pillows and his feet straight out in front of him. His pants were open, and his thick red cock poked from the open zipper. His cock was all wet.
"Lie flat," I instructed. "On your back."
Gus followed my instructions, lying flat on the couch. His cock stood stiffly in the air at a right angle to his prone body. He began to pull his tight pants down his arched legs.
"No!" I said. I put my hand on his cock and squeezed it. "Leave them on for now. I like to feel clothing against my cunt."
Gus relinquished his hold on his pants and lay back on the couch, patiently waiting my next move. He did not have long to wait. I lifted my right leg and straddled his body. I leaned on his chest and pulled my other leg up onto the couch, pressing forward against his body. His erect cock was up against the lips of my cunt and it felt hot next to me.
I felt Gus's hands between my legs. He was holding his own cock in his hand and was trying to push it into my cunt. I put my hand down between us. "Let me do it. I want to put it in me."
Gus let go, and I felt him slide his hands up my body. He grabbed onto my tits with each hand and pulled them forward to his face. My body trembled with each caress as his wet tongue slid out of his mouth and licked across the nipples of each breast.
I arched my ass up and pulled Gus's cock down toward me. The head of his cock pushed thickly between the wet lips of my cunt. I jiggled his cock back and forth with a few short wiggles so that it was firmly implanted at the entrance of my cunt. Then I pushed down hard.
"Ohhhh!" I groaned as I felt the thickness of his shaft push up into my tight hole. "It's so big!"
My cunt felt as though it were splitting apart. I felt the lips of my cunt pull into thin lines around his great width; the walls of my cunt trembled from the stretched pleasure of his broadness.
"Uhhhhn!" Gus moaned. He stopped pushing up. "You're tight. So tight."
The momentary pain passed; raw, intense pleasure began to rip at my cunt. "Push harder!" I moaned, aching to be spread even more by Gus's fat, humping cock.
Gus jackknifed his hips and I crushed my cunt down around him. I groaned in ecstasy when I felt his full length push up into the wetness of my cunt. The lips of my cunt rippled down the sides of his shaft, the damp passageway imprisoning his cock like a wet sleeve. Everything was inside me, and I could feel the hair on his balls tickling against my ass.
Gus groaned, almost as though he were in pain. "You are so goddamned tight! Jesus!"
I wriggled my ass back and forth, enjoying the heavy weight of his cock deep in my pussy. The open zipper of Gus's pants scraped against my naked thighs.
"Fuck me!" I moaned. "Fuck me!"
Darling Gus began to move faster. I felt my whole insides pull and push, as though his cock and my cunt were attached to each other inside me. He began to withdraw, and I felt my cunt pull down around him. He pushed up, and I felt the pleasure in the top of my belly.
"My God! Tootsie, you're so good!" Gus continued to moan.
My cunt began to loosen-not much, but just enough to allow Gus's cock to move freely. I felt the rub and scrape of the shaft as it moved in and out of me and the dull thump of the head as it pounded against my womb. My cunt lips opened and closed around him, as though they were trying to breathe or suck in more air to keep the fire inside burning hotly.
I locked my calves under Gus's, and I ground my cunt into his cock. I pressed so hard that my hips and thighs ached with the strain. His cock was like a train inside me: standing still and then coming into motion with a slow, steady, driving acceleration. like a piston overcoming sluggish inertia: pull, push, pull, push, until it was pounding against the roof of my cunt.
Pleasure spread all over my cunt like crazy colors rippling up and down my legs. My cunt was dripping wet, and I could feel the discharge oozing out from between the lips, wetting Gus's cock and dripping down over the fat, hairy mound of my cunt.
"It's goooood!" I moaned. My cunt felt as though it were in a spasm around Gus's driving shaft. It tightened up, but he continued to slide through the wet passage as though it were a tunnel and he was driving at full speed, out of control.
"It's so tight!" he moaned. I felt his teeth slide against my nipples. He grabbed my hips and squeezed his fingers into my flesh, pressing me down harder onto his shaft.
"Don't stop!" I warned. I ground my cunt down, squeezing the muscles in, trying to break his cock off inside of me. "I'm gonna come ... don't stop...."
Gus's thick cock banged into me like a pile-driver, and I heard my cunt squish around him. The shaft of his cock was completely wet, slippery, and it drove through the tightness of my cunt as though it were precision-tooled to fit only me. It was tight-unbelievably tight! But there was movement and a grating, wet friction that was driving me insane with wild, total pleasure.
"I'm gonna come!" Gus moaned. He began to pull out of me.
"NO! NO!" I screamed. I put my hand down between us and pulled his cock back inside of me. I held him in place with my hand.
"Come inside me," I moaned, squeezing his balls.
"Is it safe?" he asked. But he pushed up hard into me, not listening for an answer, not caring now. He was going to come inside of me no matter what I said.
"Yes!" I groaned, my cunt shaking around his cock. "Pills! I take pills!"
The last word of my explanation was lost in a scream because I began to come. I tightened my cunt around Gus's cock and began to rotate it wildly with my humping, pulling hips. I bounced up and down, feeling his cock push higher and higher inside of me.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I screamed. My cunt was like a fist around him, squeezing up the hot thick flow of his scum.
Come spewed from the end of Gus's cock as though it were under pressure. I felt the tip open inside of me, and his cream splashed into the wet lining of my cunt, making a puddle inside me. I could feel each blob-it was hot, like liquid fire, branding my cunt with the hardness and thickness of Gus's wonderful cock.
Gus pushed up hard one last time, and I arched and sat straight up on his belly. His cock was trembling inside me. I tightened my cunt and ass and ground my thighs together to wring out the very last drop of pleasure.
I screamed in ecstasy, and Gus slumped down onto the couch, trying to push me off of him.
It was over, but I knew I would never forget it. It was the best fuck I'd ever had.