Chapter 4
Dick was still sleeping as she entered the room. The muscular nudity of his sprawled form sent a tingle of want coursing through the pit of her stomach. Reluctantly, she admitted to herself that the conversation with that way-out fellow resident had made her juices flow. Her pussy, though still sore after the shock of its treatment of the night before, was sending insistent messages of moist readiness up to her aroused mind. Her hands trembled as she put the tin tray down on the chair beside the bed.
Ruefully she looked at the mess around her. The immediate area beside the bed was strewn with their hurriedly discarded clothing of the night before.
To hell with it, she thought. I'll tidy up a bit after we have eaten.
There was more to being a woman than picking up clothes and cooking. Right now she wanted the reward of seeing Dick's surprise when he discovered the breakfast she had conjured up for him. Perhaps she could manage to convince him that another kind of reward would be acceptable also. But that would come like she hoped he would... after he had eaten breakfast.
She knelt down on the floor beside the bed. Dick's body lay in the relaxed surrender of sleep, inches away from her face. Moving closer, she examined the fleshy probe that had done such fantastic things to her last night.
It was hard to believe that such an innocent-looking object, reposing peacefully on its wrinkled couch of plumlike testicles, could transform itself into the battering ram that beat so fiercely at the locked door of her girlhood.
Reaching out her hand, she gently touched the fascinating new toy. Darting her gaze up to Dick's face, she took courage at his peaceful, seraphic smile. Gingerly she peeled the covering of the foreskin back to expose the raw redness of the blunt penis head. Dick slept on with the same satiated smile on his face.
Wetting her finger, she traced the course of his vinegar string as it ran from the furrowed underside of his glans to disappear into the fold of flesh that marked the beginning of the mighty staff.
The soft dong responded to her finger with an ominous twitch. As the fascinated girl watched, the limp flesh began to harden before her eyes like some primitive monster out of a horror film. Gently, so as not to awaken her sleeping victim, she gave the hardening tool a couple of experimental jerks. The results were gratifying.
Soundlessly, without any seeming control on the part of her unconscious uncle, the crimped folds of loose skin began to fill out as the blood rushed to fill the never-sleeping muscles of the ever-ready weapon that she had drawn from its foreskin sheath.
"Boy, oh boy," Jodie whispered exultantly to herself. "This is 'way out. The damned thing can scent a woman's presence, even if its keeper's eyes are shut. Just like a bloodhound."
A thought came into her head, something that she was going to learn fully before she was much older. The uncle that she had known for all of her life was a dreamer of dreams-a poet who searched for the ethereal values. Even his friend, Jerry, had remarked on his lack of interest in the physical. Yet this romantic reciter of sixteenth century love poetry and biblical prose was in effect two men.
One of them, the unconscious, uncontrolled one and presumably the real motivating force behind his character, could get a hard-on even in his sleep. There was more of the animal in man than Jodie had imagined when she used to lie awake nights and dream of a man's embrace, beside a moonlit lake.
Her hands had not been idle during her thoughts. In-response to the steady jerking of her uncle's meat, the once dormant flesh had hardened into a provocative eight inches of iron-hard rod.
Jodie gazed at it, impressed by what she had achieved. Tentatively she flexed it to one side and chuckled as it sprang back, rubberlike, to its former position. She rewarded its prowess with a few more strokes along its velvet-skinned length.
Looking closer, she tried to enlarge the small opening of the urethra and peer down it to see where the mighty gush of semen came from last night. As she watched, a small glistening bead of lubricating juice came to the head of the tube and hung like a pearl on his bulbous glans.
"I wonder if it tastes the same as it did last night?" Jodie asked herself as she bent over the sleeping man.
Her tongue shot out like a hummingbird's tongue after nectar. The sharp pink point dipped into the piquant secretion and withdrew again into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm. Tastes sort of... different," she told herself.
Maybe it was her imagination, but last night there had been a faint sort of oceanic, fishy taste. This morning it was vaguely earthy and musky somehow.
She dipped her finger into the now replenished collection of secretion flowing out of Dick's peter and raised it to her mouth. Closing her eyes, she sucked the sticky substance like a connoisseur with a rare vintage wine. She shook her head undecidedly. It was hard to tell. Perhaps the white, frothy stuff, the sperm, tasted different from this clear stuff that seemed to ooze from some unending supply whenever she was around.
Unable to give a considered opinion based on the meager amount she could collect on her fingertip, she placed both hands on the bed beside the still-sleeping man and lowered her mouth toward the mesmerizing snake that reared up from his hairy stomach.
Straining her eyes upward so that she could see his face, she let her warm breath play over the sensitive twitching penis. There wasn't even a flutter of his eyelids to indicate a knowledge of her daring. Opening her mouth to its fullest extent, she slipped her head over the stiff prick, trying not to let the flesh of his rod touch the sides of her mouth. When her lips were below the level of the foreskin ring, she closed them firmly and pulled at the muscular mouthful with a sliding, milking movement. A satisfying draught of fluid came into her mouth at the same time as Dick uttered a low moan and opened his eyes.
"Hell... what did you wake me up for? I was having a marvelous dream. This broad was sucking my cock and I was just going to..." His voice trailed away in astonishment.
"Christ, this is no dream. Jodie, you living doll. It's you and you were."
Jodie reluctantly relinquished her mouthful before she answered him. The taste of his emission was thick on her tongue as she spoke.
"Well, what do you want me to do? Lick this, or chew that?" She gestured first to the wet cock she had been sucking, then toward the waiting breakfast perched on the chair beside the bed.
Dick grinned expectantly. "Couldn't you manage a bit of both?" he asked hopefully.
"There might be a painful accident if I do," his niece replied. "I might get mixed up and bite when I should suck."
Dick nodded sadly. "Alright, you've convinced me. One at a time and first things first. Problem is, which comes first?"
Jodie looked at the choices in turn. "I never was any good at these chicken-and-egg riddles. But the breakfast will get cold, whereas that thing seems to be like some sort of geyser that gushes and spouts on demand. Old Faithful, erupting dutifully every five minutes to the admiration of the watching throng."
She bent over again and kissed his dong on its sticky end. "Bye-bye, pet, you can rest up for a little while. Mama won't need you for a few minutes."
She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him a cup of coffee. "You know," she continued naively. "I could play with that thing for hours and never cease to wonder at it. It's marvelous, every young couple should have one. Does everyone, I mean all the ordinary women you see in the supermarkets, suck their husbands' pricks?"
Dick choked on a mouthful of coffee before answering. "I dunno, honey. I suppose so."
Jodie's answer came quickly. "Well, they shouldn't. It's too good for them. I mean..."
She hesitated for a moment. "Like there should be some sort of spiritual awareness of what it all means as they swallow it."
Dick looked at her in amazement. "Something tells me that you've changed from the frightened kid that came in here last night."
A look of doubt clouded his face. "Say, have you been talking to that nut, Jerry? It's like the kind of stuff he sounds off with."
Jodie sliced the omelette up as she answered. "Matter of fact, I did see him in the kitchen for a little while. He's cute, isn't he?"
Dick shook his head in disbelief. "Cute? I've heard him called most things in the years I've known him. But cute, never."
"Don't you like him, then?" Jodie asked. "I thought that he was your friend?"
Jerry's voice was patient as he tried to explain.
"Of course I like him. I wouldn't have stuck with him if I didn't. It's just that he's... well... different."
He looked at Jodie protectively as he continued. "He's not like anybody you have met up to now. He's way out of your class. Some of his ideas and attitudes are startling until you get to know him. Then perhaps you can understand that beneath all his talk, he has integrity and honesty, it's just that honesty can be rather unpleasant at times. Hurts people. Until you are prepared to see yourself as others see you, Jerry sends out a lot of unpleasant vibes."
Jodie smiled. "I think I know what you mean. I thought he was horrible, until he said something just before I left. Kind of let the mask down for a minute and let you see what he was like underneath."
"You're fairly sharp for a kid," her uncle said approvingly. "I'm glad you like him. He is about the only guy that I have any faith in and we'll probably see quite a lot of him."
Jodie looked relieved. "That's all right, then. He wants us to drop by and visit with him and some girl. I think her name is Cynthia."
Her uncle's eyes twinkled. "Her name is Sin. Which is rather apt. Wait until you meet her. You won't dismiss her so casually."
There was an expectant look on Jodie's face as she straightened her shoulders.
"We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" she answered defiantly. This was going to be her first meeting with one of her own sex since she had become a woman and she wasn't about to be upstaged by some chick named Sin.
The air was strained between the two of them as they sat and concentrated on the food. Dick knew what had caused the outburst in his young niece and blamed himself for not controlling the situation. Casting around, he tried to change the subject.
"I see you were rummaging around while I was asleep." He nodded towards the serape she was wearing.
"It looks better on you than it does on me. I picked it up in Mexicali one weekend." He looked at her closely. "Say, do you know I can see your tits through that thing?"
Jodie looked down, startled. Sure enough, the delicate pink buds of her nipples stuck straight through the loose material as if trying to escape from the tips of her pert breasts.
"Oh, Dick," she wailed embarrassedly. "Do you think that Jerry...?"
Dick laughed at her concern. "Nothing surer, Jodie," he told her. "If there's any flesh about, Jerry will spot it."
He ran his eye over her trim figure, partially revealed by the inappropriate clothes she was wearing.
"Rest assured that there isn't much about you that Jerry doesn't know by now. From the working of our mind down to the fascinating curve of your bottom."
For the second time since she had got up, Jodie decided to make the best of a situation.
"Well, I don't suppose it's the first time he's seen a pair of knockers. And I'll bet it won't be the last."
She pushed her thirty-six-inch bust out to its fullest extent. "Anyway, they are nothing to be ashamed of. I'll bet that the chick he's keeping hasn't got a better pair."
"That's the stuff, Jodie," Dick answered approvingly. "Snatch victory out of defeat, aggression is always the best policy. You are going to turn out a very interesting young woman before you get much older."
The girl inclined her head and then looked ruefully at the remains of the breakfast. Somehow, the meal hadn't gone quite as she planned it.
The original idea had been somewhat along the lines of a sumptuous meal at Tiffany's. Their very first morning together should have been a romantic one with Dick fussing over her and praising her cooking. Already this damned fellow Jerry was butting into their lives in a disturbing manner.
"How did you like the omelette I made?" she inquired touchily.
Dick patted her leg. "Jodie dear, you can cook as well as you can make love. With an enthusiasm that a few weeks of practice will develop into a fine art. I think you're a marvel."
Reaching out, he pulled her squealing onto the bed. She fell, a bundle of thrashing limbs, on top of him, her pliant body merged with the hard solid frame of her uncle in a riot of tickling fingers. Gasping for breath, they searched for each other's funny spots as they had years ago when Jodie was little. This time there was a marked urgency and difference in their play. Where before the armpits and chest were the prime targets, now the ferreting hands searched out the more intimate and erotic places.
Attempting to hold the wildly thrashing girl, Dick pulled the serape over her head and imprisoned her jerking arms. As he held her, Jodie's soft young tits bounced and quivered like jelly in her struggles to free herself. In their newfound intimacy, Jodie was indifferent to the fact that she was naked from the waist up and laughingly continued the mock battle with her aroused uncle. With a final twist, she managed to slip her arms free from the restraining cloth, leaving it crumpled and discarded on the bed beside her.
Dick's voice was enthusiastic as he gasped, "So you want to play rough, eh... no holds barred. Okay, you asked for it."
Trapping her arms with his knees, he bent over her and trailed his tongue across her swaying knockers. His mouth opened over the conical points.
"You want that I should have these for dessert?" he asked threateningly.
"You wouldn't dare," Jodie shrieked back.
Dick did not waste words in answering, but clamped his teeth over the succulent morsels of her jujubes. The firm pink protuberances hardened under his tongue. Opening his mouth wider, he sucked on her titties until they were fully drawn into his mouth. The rubbery tissue was elusive, altering and flattening, as he worked his jaws around it.
"Stop it, Dick. Stop it. That's not fair."
Her hips arched off the bed in her excitement until she was supported by her feet and shoulders.
Quick to spot the opportunity, Dick ran his hands down her body until his thumbs were hooked in the elastic waist of her panties. Oblivious to the danger, the girl still attempted to throw him off her by jerking her body upward.
Dick's hands continued their downward travel, past her hips, along her thighs and down to her ankles. The panties came away easily in his clutching hands. Before she knew what was happening, Jodie felt the warm California air playing about her completely naked body.
Pinning her down, Dick fought his way between her wildly beating legs until he reached the wet smoothness of her pussy. Opening her mouth to scream, Jodie found her uncle's bouncing testicles inches away from her mouth. Raising her head, she sucked them into her warm mouth and rolled them around her tongue.
"Eeeeeeeeeeek... leggo... you'll ruin me."
"You already ruined me. Now it's your turn."
"Alright, you asked for it. No holds barred."
As he spoke, Dick seized his struggling niece's ankles in a firm grip. Slowly her lashing feet were forced higher and higher until he had them under his arms and the girl resembled an open hairpin with her legs spread wide on either side of her chest. The man's eyes were riveted on the succulent sight at the apex of her captive legs. Her tight little twat was forced open by the position she was in, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cunt lips, which normally folded over the vagina like the petals of a shy flower, were wide open. The delicate variation of coloring merged like the subtle hues on an artist's palette. The pink underside of the larger lips merged tantalizingly with the deeper red of the smaller vaginal lips. These, in turn, erupted in crimson glory with the open entrance to her moist love pit, which glistened invitingly with its savory, spicy secretion.
The juice ran like a clear, unpolluted rivulet down the confining slit until it overflowed the confines of the pouting cunt and nestled in the puckering brownness of her hairless asshole. It was as if some powerful pump hidden within her was throbbing passionately, sending the gushing secretion spouting hotly from the warm depths of her love well.
To Dick's fevered imagination, the corn-colored fringe of adolescent pubic hair was the luxuriant verdure beside some sexual oasis in the wilderness of his want.
Nestled within the glistening convolutions of her open crack, the bloodied bean of her clitoris pushed its pulsing prominence forward as if begging for the attention of his eager tongue.
His dong shuddered into hardness above his mouth-held balls. A gem of lubricating emission formed on the bulbous head and smeared itself across the chin of the helpless girl.
Gradually her struggles died away as they both realized that this was no childish game played between teasing niece and indulgent uncle. That this was the culmination of the years of secret desire that had burst forth like a searing flame, engulfing both of them in an inescapable passion.
Jodie's childlike laughter was strangled by the intensity of her sexual urge, slowly being replaced by the low crooning sound of a woman whose every sense aches for the plunging satisfaction of her lover's prick.
Dick's balls slipped from her open, moaning mouth. Shifting her position slightly, she nuzzled the dripping dong like an eager puppy. The massive member lay across her face, nestling against the soft contours of her cheeks, rubbing itself into the hollows of her eyes until the curling lashes were sticky with his secretions. Broken, half-distinguishable words of love buried themselves in the smothering enormity of his prick. As if drawn by a magnet, the blood-gorged prick inched its way across the smoothness of her face until it rested on the fleshy curl of her red lips.
Jodie's lips parted involuntarily, exposing the soft enticement of her pink underlips. Remorselessly, the thrusting peter slipped between them until it felt the white barrier of her even teeth.
With agonizing slowness, the mouth parted, allowing the eager tongue to reach out and touch the intruder. Jodie licked along the length of it her tongue rasping the sensitive surfaces into twitching eagerness.
The streaks of saliva cooled as they left the warmth of her tongue, chilling the tool until it clamored for admission into the comforting warmth of her hot mouth.
As Jodie's tongue withdrew for more moisture, the searching swollen chopper thrust its blunt head between her sharp young teeth. Blind to any discomfort, it grated against them until the first few inches were hanging over the ivory threshold and oozing secretion into the submissive cavern of her mouth.
Quickly the fugitive tongue responded to the challenge and curled itself around the invader. The flexible rod accepted the homage and inched its iron way past the weakening defenses.
Her mouth tightly corked and incapable of further resistance, Jodie again applied the lesson that she had learned earlier. It was no use fighting the inevitability of the situation. She opened her jaws wide and drew the satisfying firmness of Dick's manhood into her absorbing mouth.
With a grunt of victory, the panting man above her leaned forward and rammed the length of his hard cock into her yielding mouth. His breath was labored as he ran his tongue along the slit of her quivering quim. The sparkling juices tasted like the heady wine the Grecian women offered their men before battle. The bouquet was exquisite.
Plunging his face into the recessed cup of her upturned twat, Dick lapped at the crystal-clear potion. The pungent aroma of her savory receptacle sent him into a frenzy of eagerness. Again and again he sucked up the flowing juice, and yet the well never ran dry.
Allowing his tongue to wander freely, he ranged from the pulsing pod of her clitoris down to the tight ring of her sweet little asshole. Shuddering, Jodie concentrated on the undertip of his helmeted penis.
Soft sucking sounds came from her working mouth as her frenzy mounted and she tried to swallow more and more of his flesh.
Dick flickered his tongue to investigate the firmly muscled entrance of her twat and pushed its foraging way into the vaginal opening.
Working upside-down in the sixty-nine position, he discovered that he could run the base of his tongue over the swollen clitoris before sliding it into the yielding opening of the vaginal canal. The effect was as if he had turned the convulsing Jodie inside out and was playing upon the exposed strings of her nervous system like a harpist.
Greedily his fellow performer improvised her obligato on his skin flute until both were in a concerted crescendo of thrashing ecstasy. Steadily the intensity of the tongued stimulation increased until their heaving bodies could take no more of the sensual abuse. Goaded by Jodie's revolving tongue, Dick's one thought was to sink his swollen staff into the comforting depths of Jodie's responsive love pit.
Sensing his impatience, the girl relaxed vacuum of her sucking mouth and allowed the blue-veined prick to emerge from its tender trap. Still keeping her legs forced against her chest, Dick swung his body around and positioned himself above the submissive girl. Her uplifted legs had forced her ass high above the rumpled bedsheet, leaving her twat perfectly poised for the insertion of his virile member. With maddening slowness, he let his erection draw near its target until it was nosing among the red farrows as he knelt in front of her.
Loosening his hold on one of her legs, he grasped his bulging staff and rubbed it along her wet slit. She thrust herself forward and upward in-mute surrender to the threatened invasion.
Dick played with her provocatively, allowing his meat to slither among the moist folds of her yearning tidbit. Looking down from her flushed face, he watched the head of his prick as it sneaked along her secret passage. The wide-open cunt lips offered no resistance, but seemed to try to engulf the massive penis head like the fleshy petal of some exotic jungle plant devouring an intruder. With a slow pressure of his hips, he forced himself into the clammy confines until the bulging extremity had sunk from sight.
A low moan came from the submissive girl. Easing himself out a little, he guided his dong upward until it registered squarely against the button of her clit. Her voice rose exultantly as she experienced the bitter-sweet agony of his stimulation.
"Screw me, screw me," Jodie screamed deliriously.
Dick's words were hoarse with power as he croaked an answer. "Tell me you want it, Jodie. Beg me to give it to you."
Her answer came in a plaintive, submissive whine. "Yes, yes. Give it to me. Slide the whole long, glorious length of it into me."
In her mind she could see the massive cock that she had fondled earlier, poised like a conqueror at the gate of her girlhood. She gritted her teeth as she thought of the eight inches of blue-veined muscle that was going to invade the sanctity of her twat for the second time in her newly achieved womanhood. Possibly the tight walls had relaxed after the first brutal onslaught and would open up to allow a painless, enjoyable capitulation.
The way Dick had got her legs up in the air, she had no control of the situation and could not adjust herself to regulate the amount of cock that knifed into her. She was supine and helpless, giving herself in trust to the man she loved. Whatever he did to her, she was powerless to prevent it. She was yielding woman, at the mercy of her dominating masculine lover.
Again the half-buried head was withdrawn and slid along the length of her slit until her gasp of disappointment was changed into one of delight as it rubbed against her love button, sending a jangling, clamorous message racing through her sexual telegraph.
She forced her contorted body higher in an attempt to end the torture and envelop the elusive prick in her eager twat. She was helplessly dependent on the whim of her stronger partner.
Again Dick's demand cut across her consciousness, his words demonstrating the doubt he had in his mind about the Tightness of plunging his prick into the squirming girl under him.
"Tell me that you want it. Do you realize what I'm going to do to you?"
"Yes, yes. I want it," was Jodie's fevered response. Her voice choked into sobs. "Give it to me. Plunge it into me until I've got all of you inside me. Even if I cry out. Make me have it..."
Convinced of her need, Dick lifted his tool until it was once again centered on the twitching target of her twat hole.
"Now? You want it now?" he asked in a gentle tone.
Jodie nodded her head and tried to relax her cunt muscles against the pain that she knew would tear through her.
Sympathetically, Dick tenderly eased the head of his distended staff into her well-lubricated vagina. Jodie tried to raise her head to watch the progress. Surprisingly, she felt no pain or discomfort, only an overpowering sense of relief that she had faced up to the mature responsibility of her adulthood.
It was more than a sense of mental relief, though, she admitted. There was a satisfaction beginning to flood the yielding depths of her love-hungry cunt as well. A wonderful, warm, tingling, out-of-this world satisfaction that seemed to indicate the joys that she would soon be experiencing.
Steadily, firmly, Dick let his throbbing member find its own way into her slippy passage. The tightness of her twat seemed to wrap itself around him, embracing every searching inch of his prick. There was no need to force and drive into her. The saturated vagina felt as if it was willingly absorbing him into its luscious depths.
Raising her head again, Jodie saw with satisfaction that already half of the once-frightening prick was buried in her.
There seemed to be a Tightness about the way the rod stuck into her, connecting the two of them in an unbreakable union. Before she lowered her head back, another inch had worked its inexorable way into her. A wild, tingling sensation was beginning to surge through the walls of her cunt as if the fleshy probe were an electric rod and not flesh and bone.
She had heard the girls at school talk about using electric vibrators on themselves. This, she thought, must be the sensation they tried to describe to her. Only better. Much better. The tool that was penetrating her was not some artificial substitute, but the real thing. The hard, dilated extension of the man she loved.
She gasped as another solid inch of muscle slid into her.
"Am I hurting you, darling?" Dick asked solicitously.
"No, it's beautiful. Don't stop. Give it to me easily and it'll be all right."
Dick was six inches into her already. He had felt the slight push of her cervix as he nosed past it a moment ago. Now the purple penis head was pressing against the fleshy top of her passage.
"I'm in as far as I can go without hurting you, I think."
Jodie raised her sweating head again as he spoke. Straining her neck, she smiled contortedly when she saw how far she had been able to accept the challenge. Only the short, stubby base of her uncle's prick protruded from the fleshy lips of her stretched pussy.
Like a martyr giving the signal for the headsman's axe to fall, she smiled bravely at Dick.
"All the way, darling. Push it right in. Completely. I want a total experience or nothing at all."
She winced as the pleasure of achievement turned to pain. The implacable dong had begun to penetrate deeper, pushing its rigidity against the near-tearing depths of her tight canal.
The pain surged through her like waves of breaking surf. Resignedly, she allowed herself to be carried along by each curling, red-crested wave of pain until the storm subsided and she found herself slipping into the pain-free troughs between the breakers.
Exultantly she felt the slap of Dick's scrotum against the softness of her raised ass. A cry of triumph broke from between her tightly drawn lips. She had done it-taken the whole, bulging dilated dick into her near-virgin pussy and lived to gloat over the achievement.
"Now," she instructed her impaler, "slide it out slowly, then let's do it all over again. Gently. Gently.
At her command, Dick began to withdraw the throbbing length of his peter until, with a wet sucking sound, it lay with just the head inserted in her blonde-fringed nest. The blue-veined whiteness of his tool glistened with her sparkling secretions. As if reluctant to relinquish its captive, the fleshy love lips had reached forward and were wrapped around his probe like a hungry mouth. The delicately thin membranes were almost translucent, allowing the pumping blood of her passion to tinge them like the petals of a flower.
Dick looked at her questioningly. "Are you ready for it, hon?"
Once more Jodie signalled her agreement, and the mighty engine of her destruction began its work. The passage of the steel tool was easier this time as Jodie no longer tensed herself, feeling that she already knew the extent of any pain she might suffer on this insertion.
The pain was definitely less. Now she could concentrate on the fantastic sensation as her uncle cleaved into her. The sensitive walls of her love pit could distinguish every muscle and ridge of the dong as it rubbed against them. Every savory fold registered its own shock of delight as it opened to embrace the gorged joystick.
Fraction by imperceptible fraction, the sinuous snake buried itself in its burrow, until Jodie could feel the slap of his balls on her ass again.
"How was it that time, baby?" Dick asked.
"Fine. I'm really getting turned on to it. Try it a little faster next time. I think I can manage it," Jodie reassured him.
Eagerly Dick thrust himself into her once more. This time he followed the girl's instructions and speeded the passage of his prick with the steady pressure of his hips.
As wonderful as the slow easy penetration had been previously, this quicker jab brought out all the delights of her tightly encompassing cunt. It touched him with a soft, silky caress as he slid his prick unhesitatingly into the yielding accepting depths of her brimming love well. The bed squeaked approvingly as he reached the end of his stroke and his groin slammed against the buffer of her upraised ass. His swinging goolies slapped fleshily against her before he withdrew for another searing insertion.
Steadily, with mounting speed and excitement, came the rhythmic plunge and withdrawal until the gasping girl ceased her instructions and lapsed into an incoherent babble of desire.
"More... give me more... faster... fast... er... ohhhhhhhh... my God...."
All lingering trace of pain from the previous violation had vanished, leaving only the heady experience of the powerful plunging prick that swept everything before its conquering path. Faster and faster came the impetuous thrust, slap and withdrawal until Jodie felt that she would scream at the intensity of her cravings.
Dick was tireless. His rigid, sex-tensed body thrust and heaved as he slammed the length of his prick into the eager slit of the submissive girl. His ramrod worked with the rapidity of an engine, unfaltering in its steady stroke.
Both of them were bathed in sweat. Their lungs labored as they tried to draw in more oxygen feed the passionate fires that roared inside them.
Inevitably, the threshing lovers, stimulated beyond bearing, reached the razor's edge of their climax.
Caught in a frenzy beyond his control, Dick battled to hold back the gushing release of his sperm until he felt that his partner was ready to peak with him. On the last, delicious withdrawal before the final eruption, Dick felt Jodie tense beneath him and her quim begin its pre-orgasmal spasm.
Too late to hold back any longer, Dick utilized the few final thrusts to their best advantage. Indifferent to any possible pain or discomfort that he may give her, he engaged in a blind orgy of thrust and withdrawal, slamming his rod into her as the pulsating tool shot its cargo of seething sperm against the slick walls of her cunt.
As he grunted his cry of animal triumph!, it merged with Jodie's awed announcement. "I've come again. Oh Dick, you've made me come again. You are wonderful."
Dick collapsed on top of her and his lips sought hers in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues met, darting in and out of each other's mouth as if they could never get enough of the taste of each other.
Words of love spilled from them between kisses. A fantastic feeling of well-being welled up from deep inside them, pushing out deep bursts of uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh, darling. Dear darling wonderful Jodie. I feel so goddamned good. So right. So gloriously clean and free."
They clung to each other, holding on to each other, holding on to each other's body, and the greatness of the moment as if it would slip from them, plunging them back again into the black, lonely years of their pasts. Finally they relaxed.
Laughing helplessly, Dick rolled over on his side. His hands held his painfully heaving stomach.
Free of his compressing weight, Jodie strengthened her contorted body out, stretching her cramped legs until they reached the limit of the bed. The hot sticky sperm which had been held in the inverted cup of her cunt poured from her in a viscous stream.
Instinctively she put her hand over her twat to stem the flow. Unchecked, the semen flowed through her fingers and onto the sheets. Withdrawing her hand from the rapidly cooling pool, she gazed at its gooey contents. Weblike strands of spermatozoa stretched between her fingers like telephone wires. She rubbed them playfully onto Dick's hairy chest. "Eeeeek, I'm oozing all over the place. Quick, get me a Kleenex before I flood the world with sperm."
Reaching up, Dick grabbed a handful of tissue from a box above the bedhead.
Thankfully Jodie took them and wiped the discharge from her overflowing pussy. "It's an awful waste to let it just spill out like this. Why can't I keep it inside me for always?" she asked. "I think I like the feeling of being screwed best, but at the end, I think I'd rather swallow your come than let it just spill out of me like this."
Dick screwed up his eyes and looked at her through the little crinkles of laughter lines. "What you want is a goddamned contortionist for a lover. Or someone with two dongs. One growing out of the middle of his forehead. That way you could suck on it while you were getting laid."
Jodie laughed back at him. "All right, professor. Grow one and keep me happy."
She wadded up the sperm-soaked Kleenex and threw the sopping mass in the direction of the fireplace. It made a soft, spatting sound as it struck the stones and dropped onto the hearth.
She snuggled up into the crook of Dick's arm, contentedly. "You know," she told him. "If I were a cat, I'd purr, I feel so contented."
She sniffed under his armpits delicately. "Speaking of animals," she announced, "you know what you smell like?"
"What, honey?" Dick's voice was drowsy and distant.
"A bear. Go and have a bath."
Dick shook his head. "Only dirty people wash. People who screw all day and half the night fall asleep occasionally. Shut your eyes and be quiet for a minute."
He yawned into the pillow. "Five minutes, that's all. Then I'll get up, conquer the world. Have a bath or anything else your heart desires."
Jodie took his head and laid it on the soft fullness of her breasts. His breathing became deeper and heavier until he fell into an exhausted sleep. Jodie held him close, glad of the chance to bring comfort and love to the man that had given her so much. Her thoughts drifted pleasantly until she, too, closed her eyes and her breath merged with that of the sleeping Dick.