Chapter 1
By early December Boston got as cold as a Salem witch's tit. Up on Beacon Hill, in the rich homes, the children snuggled warmly under down comforters, listening to the hissing of the steam heat in the radiators, as the furnaces that had been banked for the night roared to greet another chill gray day. Butlers and maids stoked the Franklin stoves in the fireplaces with scuttles of soft coal which kindled quickly while they drew tubs of steaming hot water for their charges' morning baths. Down in the kitchens the cooks brewed pots of bubbling oatmeal and hot chocolate while fresh biscuits and muffins baked in the oven and bacon sizzled in the pan. The children needed a breakfast that would "stick to their ribs" before they got into the warm car and were chauffeured to a comfortable private school. Winter in Massachusetts required a lot of wealth to be physically bearable.
Over on the hungry side of town where the Poles, Czechs, and Germans shivered in their un-heated, walk-up cold-water tenement flats, whose unrealistically high rents provided their owners with the major source of their wealth, winter was looked upon more as God's annual proof of the existence of purgatory.
In one such top-floor railroad flat, Elsie Brand was awakened by the raucous ringing of the ancient dollar alarm clock with the two big nickel-plated bells on top of the round case that stood on three legs and a matchbox. The fourth leg had broken off before she was born. She dreaded emerging from the comparative warmth and comfort of her bed. During the night, her body heat had built up beneath the two thin cotton blankets with the layers of newspapers she had tucked between them for insulation. It was still dark outside as she stepped onto the icy bare floor. She slept in her underwear and long woolen stockings under her flannel nightgown. She rushed into her clothes and made her way to the chipped kitchen sink to wash her face and brush her teeth. Kitchens also doubled as bathrooms in these buildings. The only other plumbing facilities were a single toilet bowl, with no seat, in a closet off the hallway near the top of the stairs. It was shared by the four families on the floor.
"Hell, the damned pipes are frozen again," she muttered.
She would take her toothbrush and toothpaste to school and use the girls' room there, as she did so many mornings each winter. At the moment she had a more immediate worry. She had to pee so bad she knew that she could never hope to hold it until she reached school. The public toilet in the hallway was out of the question for her. It was always the first thing to freeze up, making flushing impossible. It would be full to overflowing by now. The last time she had tried to use it, the sight and odor of all that human waste had made her wretch and she had thrown up all over her shoes.
"To hell with it. I'll pee in the sink. Maybe if everybody in the building did, it might thaw out the drainpipes!"
She pulled the old kitchen chair over in front of the sink. Standing on it, she raised her skirts and dropped her panties. With a deep breath, she gritted her teeth and lowered her sensitive young buttocks down onto the icy rim and let fly with a noisy, splashing stream of hot urine. The steam that rose from the cold iron basin provided the only heat the apartment had known this day.
Back in her room, Elsie stared out listlessly through the filthy windowpane. Beyond the waterfront warehouses, somewhere way out over the murky Atlantic, the sun rose like a dimly illuminated sphere of ice plucked from the Arctic Ocean. It gave a few minutes of cold gray light which glistened through the long icicles hanging like crystal daggers from the old brownstone cornice above the window. All too soon even this light was blotted out by the dense mixture of fog and heavy layer of coal smoke.
Returning to the kitchen, she was not surprised to find the milk, bread, and butter all frozen solid. She could light the old gas oven and thaw them out enough to eat. They did that all winter but somehow she just didn't feel up to it. She would just as soon get to school a little earlier. She was usually the first to arrive. Elsie actually enjoyed school. It was the only part of her life that was warm and comfortable and in nice surroundings during the long winter months.
Feeling around the old round oak table top, her fingers located the three quarters that her father always left for her bus fare and lunch money. Carl Brand had to leave the apartment a little after five each morning to open McSorley's Irish Castle where he was the daytime bartender. He liked to get in a little early to put on an extra urn of coffee for the large demand for Irish Coffee that began a little after six each morning as the ward heelers of Boston's Irish Mafia gathered each morning to resume a seemingly endless discussion of Bean Town politics which they controlled. Carl had long ago stopped listening to the constant pointless discussions as to whether Curley and Hurley should succeed each other for another term as mayor. He realized that the little men at McSorley's had nothing to do with the political decisions. They were merely protecting their egos until the word came down from the hill as to what they should make their people believe next.
Elsie made her way to the door. There was no point to locking it since surely no self-respecting burglar would work this neighborhood. She crept down the five flights of creaky bare stairs. On each landing the sickening odor of excrement assailed her nostrils and she fought down nausea. The little closets on each floor's landing became stronger and stronger in their fecal fragrance. The plumbing was frozen up real good this time.
Emerging onto the street through the old frosted-glass front door and down the brownstone steps onto the snow-caked broken pavement, she took the first deep breath she had allowed herself since opening their apartment door. The cold air bit into her nostrils and lungs like acid.
On the pavement, children in scarlet caps and mittens tied to their coat sleeves leaned into the chill wind, while mufflers knitted by loving grandmothers blew out behind them like banners. The house had been cold, but the street was colder. Elsie hated every moment of it with a purple passion as she slipped and skidded her way the five blocks to the bus stop.
Aboard the bus, the dirty old men who worked at the Navy Yard and their longshoremen friends delighted in rubbing up against the young girls. Elsie was one of their prime targets since she had the dual advantage of well-developed breasts and a thin coat. As they rubbed up against her, their frosty breath reeked of garlic and beer. Also, the winter was not yet old enough for the odor of mothballs to have fully escaped the wool coats which always smelled like a wet sheep dog, anyway. These, plus the unspeakable stench of the tenement hallways and stairwell, constituted the smells of poverty. For the hundredth time, Elsie vowed that as soon as she was old enough to get out on her own she would escape this stench of being poor and never be cold or hungry again. Inwardly, she related to Scarlett O'Hara who had made a similar promise to herself a hundred years earlier. She smiled at the thought that at least the O'Haras, living in the South, didn't have to bring in the brass monkey every winter!
By mid-February, Elsie felt that this was the longest and most severe winter she had ever known. As a little girl she'd taken it better, but now, blossoming noticeably into womanhood, the cold had become a physical pain. The chilled nipples of her fully developed young breasts rubbed against the cotton of her too small brassiere until they felt as though they had been sandpapered. The cold seemed to penetrate her loins and settle in her ovaries, of which she was becoming increasingly aware. Often at night, after she had fingered herself to warmth and sleep, she dreamed that some sadistic torturer had shoved a huge icicle up her vagina and sewn it up inside her until she was frozen to the very core of her womanhood.
A number of the boys at school had made passes at her. Some were pretty subtle; some very crude. Elsie felt no great moral compunction against sex. As far as she was concerned, morals were a luxury that seemed reserved for the rich. She had a perfectly normal girlish curiosity about how it might feel to have a boy's hard, hot penis inside of her. Her main interest was in speculating to just what degree a boy's immersion heater might thaw out her chilled insides. She had pretty much reached the decision that she would give it a try with the next fellow who made a halfway decent approach.
Joe Friedman had been staring at Elsie for a long time now. He had a real case of the hots for her well-developed body. Joe was a couple of years older than the rest of the class. Someone said that he had lost a lot of time in grammar school, due to severe illnesses, and was therefore two years behind most pupils of his own age.
Elsie had noticed Joe, too. She occasionally wondered since whether, he was bigger than the other guys, he might have a bigger penis that could warm up more of her insides. She knew that Joe lived alone with his father in a little room in back of the second-hand clothing store that his father owned. Most of her wardrobe had come from there. She was aware of Joe's interest in her. She had caught him staring at her boobs a number of times in class. She wasn't too surprised when he came over and sat next to her in the cafeteria this bitterly cold Thursday and asked, "Whatcha doin' after school today, Elsie?"
"I dunno. Nothin' special, I guess. Why?" She did not want to seem too interested but, even now, she was aware of little twitching sensations deep down in her crotch.
"Well, I've got a proposition for you," he stammered.
Here it comes! she thought, feeling the dampness in her panties as her eager young pussy drooled in anticipation of needed attention.
Getting neither encouragement nor discouragement from the girl, Joe continued, "Well, it's like this. Dad's gone to New York for a couple of days on a buying trip. I hafta watch the store. When I'm there alone and more than one customer comes in, I can't watch them both, and there's a lot of shoplifting goes on. We expect it in our kinda business but we try to keep it to a minimum. Dad said if I wanted to get one of the other kids to work with me after school I could pay them a dollar a day outta the register. I think he had in mind another guy, but he'd never know. Whadda say? Want the job?"
"Sure, Joe. I'll be happy to help you. Do we go right to the shop from school?"
"Yeah. Then we work till seven. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Meetcha on the front steps at three o'clock."
Back in class, Elsie experienced mixed emotions. She was disappointed that Joe's proposition had not been the one she had hoped for, but she was delighted at the prospect of getting a whole dollar. Even better almost, she knew that the little shop was kept as warm as toast to encourage the customers to try on clothes.
When they reached the shop, Joe unlocked the back door and led Elsie directly into the tiny living quarters. A small kerosene heater in the middle of the floor provided blessed heat. Joe put a kettle of water on top of the heater and said they'd have tea as soon as the water boiled. Then she followed him as she turned on the lights in the store, unlocked the door, and turned over the sign so that the "Open" side faced the street.
"You keep an eye on the shop while I hang up my school clothes and put on my working outfit. If anyone comes in, tell them I'll be with them in a moment."
He disappeared into the back room. Elsie knew that he was taking off his clothes. She was dying to peek in through the curtain and see if she could check out his equipment. She could feel her snatch getting sticky at the mere thought of a boy undressing within a few yards of her aching need for male flesh. She wondered what he would say and do if she just walked in on him and began to remove her clothes too.
She had almost gotten up her nerve to try it when the bell over the door jingled as an old Polish woman with two small kids entered the shop.
From then on, there was a steady procession of customers. Over here on the poor side of town, everyone bought used clothing and all of the little second-hand shops did a thriving business. She was impressed by Joe's business knowledge and adept handling of the inevitable price negotiations which preceded each sale. Although she had never done any salesclerk work before, Elsie soon found that she had a natural talent for it.
Almost before they realized it, the big wall clock indicated that it was closing time. Joe turned the sign of the door to expose the "Closed" side and locked the door. Even so, it was after seven-thirty when he let the last customer out and turned off the shop lights and they retreated to the living quarters in the rear.
They had been so busy they had forgotten all about tea and the big kettle had boiled almost empty. The little room was like a steam bath.
"Jeez, but it's hot in here. Wait a minute, I'll open the window for a minute or two."
"No, please don't, Joe. I love it this way. I want to sit here until I sweat. I think it would make me feel filthy rich to sweat in February," she joked as she pulled off her sweater, revealing large firm breasts pressed tight against the too small cotton blouse. She felt his eyes on them and knew that the nipples were clearly revealed through the thin white material.
"Will your dad be worried about your being out late?" he asked.
"Naw. It's just lucky that this is Thursday. He always goes over to the union hall Thursdays and I plays cards and exchanges lies with the other bartenders. He's constantly looking to pick up a relief shift here and there, or a private party."
"Suppose I make that tea now. We have some cake we could have with it," he suggested, never taking his eyes off her big boobs as a growing bulge began to develop high in the left leg of his trousers.
"That would be lovely," Elsie purred, noticing the rising indications of his personal interest in her.
After he had refilled the kettle, he showed Elsie where the bathroom was and explained that I he had to go down the alley for a few minutes. When his father was away, mail and packages for them were left at the liquor store.
Elsie was so used to holding it during the winter months that she had not realized that she had to go. When he left she went to the bathroom. What a luxurious feeling it gave her to sit down on a warm toilet seat in a room that was completely free from odor. She found that she was actually enjoying her toilet duties. She strained to empty her bladder and bowels thoroughly so that she could hold off until she returned here tomorrow afternoon, or at least until she got to school in the morning. The easy flushing of the toilet was like music to her ears. She smoothed her hair and touched up her lipstick and was back sitting on the edge of one of the cots when Joe returned, carrying a huge package.
"Wonder what Filene's sent us this time?" he mused.
"Whatever you ordered, I guess," Elsie laughed.
"Oh, we never order anything. They just send us stuff now and then. We never know what or when. Do you know about Filene's?"
"Only that it's a big downtown department store. Why?"
"They have a very interesting operation in their basement store. They buy up leftover merchandise from fancy stores all over the country. Things that haven't been sold after their season's end clearance. They put it out with dated tags that are half of the clearance price at the original store. Every week that an item remains unsold, it is reduced again. If it hasn't moved after five weeks, they ship it out to a store like this one as a charity donation. You never know what it might be."
"Why don't we open it and see?"
"Yeah, might as well get it on out in the shop, I guess."
Joe produced a knife and carefully opened the big package. As he removed the contents, Elsie thought she was seeing things. It was a coat of some sort of dark fur with a matching hat and muff. Joe let out a long whistle as he dug around for the price tags he knew would still be on it. The original tag was from Nieman-Marcus in Dallas and showed that the regular price was one hundred and fifty dollars. Their yellow clearance-sale tag read seventy-five dollars. Stapled to this was Filene's tag showing that they had started out asking thirty-seven fifty and gradually dropped the price to twenty dollars before giving up and sending the garment to Joe's father's shop.
"Oh, Joe, it's beautiful," Elsie gasped. "May I try it on?"
"Be my guest," he replied with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Elsie lifted the garment from the box. It felt as soft as a kitten. There was no reason that it shouldn't, since it was dyed rabbit fur. She slipped into the coat and paraded around the small rear room like a model.
"That's no way to model a fur coat for a man that you want to give it to you as a gift," Joe exclaimed.
"What do you mean, a gift?" Elsie asked.
"Well, my dad will never know that it was sent to us. It looks so great on you that perhaps you should have it. I don't know. I just can't see giving it to you when you model it in that way."
"Oh? Just how would you like to have me model it for you?"
"In the nude. With nothing underneath it. Maybe then, I might decide to give it to you... the whole outfit," Joe replied, trying not to drool.
"Do you mean that for real?" Elsie asked.
"Sure, I mean it for real. Dad need never know. Now you just model it for me the way you would expect to for a guy that was giving you a fur coat," Joe gasped.
Elsie had never been one to jump at conclusions. She stood now and looked at Joe for several seconds before she moved purposefully toward the small bathroom, as sweat broke out on the boy's brow.
Minutes later she emerged, clutching the dyed rabbit fur close to her naked body. She minced around the small room, like a real model, and reveled in the feeling of his eyes on her. At the moment she was a bit confused as to which she wanted most... Joe, or the coat. She determined to go for both. With a dramatic pirouette, she posed before him and threw open the fur wrap. Her own natural little triangular patch of fur matched perfectly that of the garment.
The young boy's eager eyes darted back and forth between that dark triangle and the smooth white and pink expanse of her full young breasts. Elsie, watching his reactions carefully, knew that she had won both of her desired goals. Sure of her victory now, she swept the coat around her lush figure and looked at him with a glance that contained all of woman's challenge.
"Elsie, you're beautiful. I want you. I want you all for myself. Give yourself to me and the outfit is yours. Dad need never know it ever arrived."
"Are you sure, Joe?"
"I'm sure, Elsie. Come over here to where I can reach you."
"If I do, is the coat mine?"
"I promise."
Elsie moved over and stood right in front of where he sat on the edge of one of the two cots in the room. Joe reached out and slipped his hands beneath the fur garment and clutched at her tender bare flesh. His hands clasped her buttocks and then worked upward to cup her firm breasts and, at long last, worked down to caress the furred mound of her womanhood.
Elsie felt the eager hands running over her en-flamed young body. In some ways it was like her wildest dreams were coming true, or at least coming.
Now Joe clasped his hands against her firm young buttocks and pulled her close as he pressed his mouth into that moist, furred triangle.
The heady fragrance of Elsie's moist creamy cunt made the blood pound in young Joe Friedman's head (and elsewhere). While he inhaled the aroma of her sex, his tongue slipped into the mysterious pink cavern as he developed a hard-on that threatened to rip right through his pants.
Neither of them had ever had any real sex experience, outside of masturbation. They were caught up now in a cyclone of passions which made their physical demands lucidly clear.
Elsie reached down and stroked Joe's stiff prick through his pants. When his moist tongue first grazed across her throbbing clitoris, she moaned in ecstasy and unzipped his fly to slide her hand inside. His swollen cock was as hot as a stovepipe and bigger than she had dared hope for. Carefully she removed it and then went back in to expose balls that might have come from Fenway Park. She could hardly wait to feel that hot rod deep inside her belly, providing that luxury of warmth from the inside where she still felt chilled.
Joe was licking at her cunt like a starving kitten lapping cream from a bowl. He took long strokes that went all the way down to the very bottom of her slit, then came back up, darting his hot tongue in and out of her seething vulva and finally rising to concentrate on her enflamed little panic button. She knew that she couldn't take much more of this and so she grabbed his head and held his mouth tight to her throbbing clitoris as she felt herself start to come like never before in her life. It was ten times as great as those she had brought on with her own fingers. Her closed eyes saw fireworks burst into a thousand flashing colored lights while her throbbing ears heard the thunder of cannons.
When her cunt stopped pumping and her head stopped pounding, she released his head and backed away. "Oh, Joe, that was just beautiful. I never knew it could be so wonderful. I've never come so hard or so long before."
"I'm glad. I loved doing this to you. I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted.
"Take off your clothes, Joe. Now I want to do it to you, but I want to see all of your body first."
Joe lost no time in disrobing. He literally ripped his clothes off while Elsie removed the coat and folded it carefully back in the box. She had a beautiful ass. He had never noticed it before, usually being too busy playing X-ray on her lovely big tits. Now his eyes darted about, taking in every one of her fleshy charms while his swollen prick threatened to break out of its tight skin.
She turned and faced him now. She let out a little gasp as she caught her first glimpse of his big, stiff cock sticking out proudly. It reminded her of the bowsprit on Old Ironsides down at the dock. She flew into his arms and their bodies fused together. She felt the red-hot poker press against her pussy and force its way between her legs while she flattened her big boobs against his hairy chest. She loved the way the hair tickled her nipples and made them stiffen. She wanted him to suck on them, but right now there was something else that demanded to be sucked first. His tongue was deep in her mouth and his hands clasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled her tight to his battering ram.
Elsie squirmed away and dropped to her knees in front of him. She had to get a real good close-up look at that beautiful tool of his. She reached out and cupped his balls in her cool hands. They were like two oranges. She admired the big spongy mauve-colored head of his cock. Heavy clear fluid was oozing out of the slit in the tip of it. The whole thing seemed to twitch and tremble just from her closeness to it. She wanted to give him the thrill that he had given her. She had no knowledge, much less experience, at cocksucking but was guided by natural instincts older than time itself. She simply had to take that beautiful thing into her mouth.
Ever so slowly, she brought her face closer and closer to it until the throbbing glans touched her lips. The mere contact made it jerk and swell. She began kissing the soft spongy head of his cock. The clear liquid came out the slit more rapidly now. Some of it got into her mouth and had the most sensational flavor she had ever tasted. It was like creamed almonds and honey. She wanted more and so she began licking the sticky head to get every drop of the wonderful coating. He reacted even more to the touch of her tongue than he had to the touch of her lips at that first gentle kiss. The more of the clear juice she licked off, the more he seemed to produce. She was afraid her tongue might not be able to keep up with his flow and she did not want a single drop to be lost or wasted.
Opening her mouth she slipped her lips over the trembling head of his swollen prick and sucked as she licked. She enjoyed feeling his glans in her mouth and wanted to feel more and more of it. Slowly she went forward to enclose more and more of the throbbing shaft in the warm moist interior of her mouth. He seemed to enjoy it best when she slid her lips up and down it. Each time she tried to get a little more of it into her mouth, until finally she had about three quarters of it behind her lips.
Joe was going wild from the lovely torture treatment her tongue and lips were providing. He caressed her head and ran his fingers through her hair. He would die if she tried to stop now. He knew that he was about to come and wondered if she wanted to pull off before he did, or stay on and take his hot jism in her mouth. All of a sudden she moved her head back and his glans slipped out of her sweet warm mouth.
"Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop now!" he pleaded for more.
"I won't. I just had to catch my breath for a moment," she gasped. Then she tickled the tip and around the corona with her tongue and licked on the swollen urethra channel all the way down to his balls and back up. Slowly she took the head, which had turned a deep purple from passion, into her lips and mouth. She resumed the long up and down strokes he seemed to enjoy so much.
"Use your tongue, Elsie. Keep your tongue working on that big vein along the bottom all the time you're sucking it."
She squeezed his balls lightly to acknowledge receiving his message and her tongue darted like a snake's over the swollen, throbbing tube that stood up like a mole tunnel from his balls to the corona where he had been circumcised. She felt him begin to swell still larger deep in her throat just as he clutched her head tightly and forced his exploding cock all the way down her throat. Her tongue felt the rush of his hot come up from his balls and gush out in four distinct spurts into her throat. She was suddenly aware that her lips were being tickled. He had forced them all the way down to his balls. She stuck out her tongue and tickled his balls in return. They rewarded her with another spurt of hot white jism.
When he released her head, she pulled slowly up the spent shaft. When only the purple helmet of his armor remained in her mouth, she sucked it tenderly and was rewarded for her efforts with the final drops of the most delicious fluid she had ever encountered. It made the clear liquid she had enjoyed earlier seem like greasy kid stuff by comparison. She determined that next time she would not let this wondrous elixir go to waste deep in her throat, but would insist that every drop of it be allowed to trickle across her palate.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked needlessly, as she pulled off his now shrunken cock and smiled up at him.
"Like zap, bam, and powie!" he exclaimed. "I never knew a come could be so terrific. That sure beats the hell out of what I get when I jack off."
Now, at last, they had their tea and cake. It was fruit cake left over from Christmas and had a heavy flavor of run and old brandy that reminded Elsie of the taste of his come. She reached over absently and started stroking his cock which showed signs of coming back to life.
After kissing her and running his hands over a complete tour of inspection of her areas of scenic delight, Joe turned his full attention to the big firm tits that he had admired from afar for so long. He held and caressed and petted them and hugged them with his eyes for long minutes before lowering his face to cover the twin half globes with kisses.
Her crimson nipples looked like pencil erasers in the center of circular pink frames the size of a half dollar. His kisses had brought out little goose bumps in the pink nipple surrounds and he bent down to enclose the left one in his mouth. He sucked on it gently to soothe away the little goose bumps with the soft caress of his warm moist lips and tongue. As he continued to suck on her tit, the nipple began to grow and harden in his mouth. This new discovery was wildly thrilling and he felt his own erectile member swell and harden in sympathy with the stiffening nipple. She must have sensed it, too, because she reached down now and started massaging his growing cock, while he tickled the stiff nipple with his tongue, flicking it back and forth before he moved over to make its twin to the right become identical. Right now the nipple on the right still resembled a pencil eraser, while the left was the size of a thimble.
They had been sitting side by side on the cot. As he moved to her right tit, he eased her back so that she reclined against the pillows. She continued to stroke his cock, while he sucked the right nipple to a full erection. He loved those beautiful big tits of hers and would have been happy to suck on them all night, but Elsie had other ideas.
Still holding him by the handle, she pulled him down between her spread thighs and guided his purple velvet knob to her pink satin slit. She rubbed the spongy head up and down across her trembling clitoris until it hardened and expanded like her nipples had. Her cunt had gotten very creamy in the process and now she urged his swollen glans down between the warm slippery banks that guided him into the canal at whose center lay the very estuary of her virgin love channel.
The head of his cock was well coated with the heavy clear precoital lubricating fluids which had been seeping from the slit ever since he started sucking on her tits. This, coupled with the creamy juices which had been dampening her seething cunt, made the initial penetration simple. They were both aflame with the ecstatic delights of the combined physical and mental thrills of the initial merging of their pubic centers.
Joe was extremely gentle and considerate. "I don't want to hurt you, Elsie. Let me know if it hurts and I'll take it out and suck you again instead."
"No, Joe, don't stop, even if I cry or scream. I've heard that it hurts at first but then it feels so wonderful after the hurt that a girl soon forgets the pain."
"Well, if you're sure this is what you want." He emphasized his statement by shoving his cock more firmly into her tight little tunnel of love, stretching the intact hymen of her maidenhead.
"I'm sure. Oh God, am I ever sure! I've already had your sweet tongue. Now I want that beautiful big prick of yours all the way deep inside my belly. Don't hold back. Give me all of it!"
"I'm trying, but it's stuck. It won't go in any farther."
"Of course not, silly. You've got to smash my cherry first. It's only a thin layer of tissue. Pull out and hit it harder and harder. According to what I've read, it will stretch and break, then you can get all the way in. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Of course that's what I want. I just couldn't bear to hurt you, Elsie. I love you too much to hurt you. Did you know that I love you?"
"Yes, Joe and I love you too. I'm proving it right now by offering you my pearl of great price. Don't be afraid. There are times when a woman wants to be hurt. I want you to stuff every inch of that big hard cock of yours into my cunt. Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me hard and get it all the way in!"
"Okay, here goes!"
He began lunging viciously into her. She gasped and bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain. It was like having a tooth pulled without Novacaine, but, like a dental extraction, it could only hurt once. She tried to open wider for him and threw her legs up around his ass. The backs of her heels beat a tattoo on the small of his back, like a rider spurring her stallion on to greater efforts. He responded to her silent urgings and slammed into her with all his youthful might.
At long last, a shrill little cry escaped her clenched lips and fluttered around the small room like a trapped bird. As the gate to her womanhood smashed and fell before the force of his powerful battering ram, his throbbing shaft sunk deep into the hot tight depths of her virgin cunt.
As his strokes invaded the conquered territory deeper and deeper to approach its very capital, Joe felt the warm sticky trickle of her maidenhead blood as it seeped out from around his embedded warrior to drip down over his balls. The bleeding as he drove his cork fully into the tight neck of the bottle from which the genie of love was struggling to escape.
They were both bathed in sweat as Elsie felt his hot hairy balls press tightly against her upraised asshole while he plugged her cunt to the fullest depth of his penetration. For the first time in months she was thoroughly warm now, inside as well as out. What a luxurious feeling of wealth it gave her to actually sweat in Boston in midwinter.
"Don't move for a minute, Joe. Just hold it still all the way in me. I want to feel every lovely inch of it inside of me. Just the feel of you deep in my cunt is worth every bit of the hurt."
"Oh, Elsie, it feels marvelous to be touched and held by your sweet cunt and to know that I am all the way inside you. We are as close together now as two people can ever get."
As he talked, he became impatient to get on with the long anticipated act and began taking little tentative strokes to which she responded eagerly. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, they grew in length until the demands of her pent-up lust grew as great as his.
Then she cried out, "Now, Joe, now! Fuck me good and proper. Pull it way out and then shove it all the way back in. Oh God, I never dreamed anything could be this great. Fuck me, Joe, fuck me!"
"I am fucking you, Elsie. Feeling my prick slip in and out of your soft hot cunt is the most wonderful sensation I've ever known in my whole life. You have a marvelous cunt. It fits my cock just perfectly, doesn't it?"
"Perfectly, indeed. They were obviously made for each other... just as we were."
"Oh, Elsie. I can't take much more of this. It's just too much. I'm going to come any second now. Try to come with me. If I beat you to the punch, I'll leave it in until it gets hard again and make sure that you get yours, too."
She began bucking and grinding against him wildly now in unrestrained passionate need for the mutual outpourings of their love for each other.
"Oh, Joe, I'm ready. I can feel it about to burst. Can you come with me? Right now! Come in my cunt, Joe. Let me feel it as I come to you!"
"I'm coming, Elsie! I'm coming right inside your cunt. Right now!"
"Right now!" she echoed as her body was gripped in a mammoth shudder that made the whole cot shake. "Ahhhhh!"
"Could you feel it, Elsie? Could you feel my hot jism shooting all the way inside your cunt?"
"Oh God, could I ever! First I could feel the head of your cock swell up way down at the bottom of my well, as if trying to make extra room for precious seeds it was going to sow there. Then it was like someone had shoved a fire-hose nozzle inside of me and opened up the hydrant. I felt your sweet hot juices shoot in and splash off my uterus and flow like white lava into the depths of my hungry vagina. My only regret is that I don't have a palate 'way down in there so that I could have enjoyed the delicious nectar of your sweetbreads in taste as well as feel."
Joe kissed her softly then, but made no effort to withdraw, not that she would have allowed him to. Her legs still held him in a full Nelson as she remained happily impaled on his shrinking staff. They went into a series of deep soul kisses in a mutual effort to keep him hard enough to stay inside of her but, at last, despite their desires, he retracted fully and plopped out of the slippery wet hole, overflowing now with the mixture of their come and her maiden blood.
They lay close together now, their bodies pressed to one another as close as they could push them. Elsie ground her crotch against his tired sex but when this seemed to have no effect she reached down and stroked his spent member. Soon the phoenix of his sex arose from the ashes and she felt the swelling manhood tremble in her anxious hand.
"Oh, Joe, you are ready and able to give me more of what I want," she exclaimed.
Joe, with a beautiful hard-on now protruding from his lower belly, took pride in his new control over the girl. "Turn over," he muttered softly.
Elsie, of course, knew what he had in mind. Her own needs for further sexual attention were so intense that she gave not a moment's argument to his demands and rolled over to lay flat on her tummy on the narrow cot.
Joe hopped atop her to straddle the beauteous buttocks and direct the head of his swollen cock to the tight little puckered hole of her ass. The enlarged, spongy mauve helmet attacked the small rosy brown target until, at last, it effected the initial penetration. Once the head of his throbbing prick was inside of the mouth of the tan starfish he relaxed and waited for the wondrous invitation of her rear to invite him all the way into the tight brown channel.
After a minute or so of experiencing the new thrill of anal sex with just his glans in her rectum, the tight inner muscles began to relax and the shaft of his swollen prick sunk deeper and deeper into the tight stricture of her most private entrance.
"Oh God, Joe, that hurts beautifully! It hurts and feels great at the same time."
"Want me to take it out?"
"If you do, I'll never speak to you again."
"Do you think you can handle all of it back there?"
"I sure hope so. I want to feel your balls tight up to my ass."
"Maybe we should have used some Vaseline or something."
"Too late now. Let's just keep trying."
"Okay, hold tight. Here it comes!"
He rammed into her with all his might and, while she gasped and sobbed a bit, she returned his repeated attacks by thrusting her rounded rump upward each time he would ram a little deeper into her tight asshole. After several minutes of strenuous effort, he was in her all the way up to his balls.
Once his invasion of her ass was complete and he enjoyed total occupation of the conquered territory, they both relaxed. Her tight rings of muscle that had involuntarily rejected the strange intruder seemed to soften and dilate to welcome the conquering hero. Precious juices flowed now and provided the much-needed lubrication. The soft membrane lining of her rectum gave his embedded cock a hotter, tighter caress than even her virgin cunt had.
"Oh, now it's really getting good. Start fucking my ass good and hard now, Joe."
"Yeah, it's great now. At first I thought it was going to tear all the skin off my cock."
He began pumping in and out of her with a steady rhythm and she matched him stroke for stroke. As the juices spread, he began to take longer strokes until he was withdrawing to where only the very tip of his throbbing prick remained in her asshole. On the downstroke, he buggered into her rump until his balls flattened tight against the crevice between her asshole and cunt She had stopped sobbing and groaning now and just kept emitting little moans of sheer ecstasy.
"My God, Joe. I think I'm going to come. How can that be? How can my cunt come when you are in my asshole?"
"I don't know, but if you are going to come, you'd better hurry. This feels too good to last much longer. I'll try to wait for you, but get with it. I can't hold back long."
"Oh Jesus, now!"
Joe felt the muscular spasms and contortions that started deep in her cunt, causing her asshole to grasp and squeeze at his throbbing swollen prick as though trying to milk the come out of it. The urgent demands could not be resisted for long. He felt the head of his cock swell up deep inside her bowels and burst as he spewed out jet after jet of his hot jism to flood her intestines.
Feeling his heavy white come spurting into the very depths of her asshole affected Elsie like an enema. If it were not for the fact that his big prick had her plugged so tightly, she was sure that she would not have been able to control the movement of her bowels. The feeling seemed to heighten her pleasure as she lay with her belly and tits pressed flat to the mattress of his cot, now that he had collapsed upon her ass and back from the furious buggering he given her.
"Don't take it out, Joe. I want to feel it stuffed in my ass for as long as possible."
She did not want to tell him that she was afraid if he unplugged her rear now she might shit all over him. She was fighting desperately to keep her bowels under control.
Within five minutes, he shrunk within her, despite her efforts to rearouse him by squeezing his cock with the muscles of her asshole. At last he plopped out with a little noise like the cork being pulled from a wine bottle. She hopped up and made a mad dash for the bathroom. She made the toilet just in time.
Later, Joe drew a tub of hot water and they took a bath together. It was the first time Elsie had ever been in a real bathtub. Saturday night baths in her home were performed in a galvanized washtub filled with a few scant gallons of water heated on the gas stove. She loved having Joe soap her tits and the cheeks of her ass as much he seemed to enjoy doing it. He scrubbed her good but saved her hairy little snatch for last, like a dessert. He soaped his hand real good and ran the slippery fingers into her juicy cunt. She squirmed around in the warm water and at one point she became so excited that she let go with a fart. It bubbled up to the surface and made a noise like a blubbering Englishman saying: "Hot water bottle." They giggled and both tried to repeat the act.
Meanwhile, Joe continued to massage her swollen and enflamed gash and ran a finger into her vulva and another into her asshole as he handled her like a bowling ball. She was getting very hot again. Everything in her demanded attention. She tried to come to his fingers but succeeded only in peeing in his hand. If he noticed it, he made no mention of the fact. She wanted more than pee to flow from her cunt now. She soaped her hand and started stroking his spent cock to life under the guise of washing it real good.
"I'm getting your snatch all squeaky clean, as they say on TV, because I'm going to eat it again before you leave here," Joe said, like it was more of a threat than a promise.
"Who's fighting you?" she chuckled as she picked up the soap and started massaging his balls with it.
Joe hopped out of the tub first and went to get the towels which he had hung near the kerosene heater to get them nice and warm. Elsie slid down full length in the tub and luxuriated in the feel of hot water covering her entire body at once. It was a new experience for her.
"This is the life," she sighed contentedly.
After they had toweled each other dry, Joe led her back to his cot. He nibbled on the rosebuds of her tits until the nipples were stiff and swollen. Once he was satisfied with them, he made a little trail of kisses across the smooth white expanse of her tummy, pausing at the places that made her shiver as he discovered an erogenous area. He tickled her belly button with his tongue for a few moments, then proceeded downward into the lush expanse of soft brownish-blonde cunthair. It felt to Elsie like he was trying to inhale her as he nuzzled her furred muff with his nose, pausing here and there to take a deep breath of the sweet smell of that pussy patch. At last his tongue entered the pink valley of her silken slit. He trailed it around the edges between the inner and outer lips of her nether mouth which glistened with dampness like dew on a flower.
Placing his hands behind her knees, he rolled her back and spread her legs wide to open the crack of her ass wide until his face could reach the puckered tan doughnut of her asshole. He licked it and tried to work the tip of his tongue into the tiny opening. It was as tight as though it had been drawn together with a purse string. It was hard to believe that he had gotten his big cock into it just a short time before. He spread her cheeks even wider with his hands while she braced her legs on his shoulders. With much effort, he finally succeeded in working his tongue into her asshole. There was a heavy acrid flavor to it, but he was driven by passion to explore her fully.
Elsie went wild as his stiff tongue darted in and out of her sensitive rectum. She reached down and fingered her clit and in seconds the orgasm hit her as she groaned and shuddered, while Joe kept shoving his tongue deeper and deeper into her ass. When the last of the hot winds had blown and the colored lights stopped flashing for her, he eased her delighted derriere back onto the mattress and went back to work on her cunt which was creamy now. His tongue slipped easily into her seething vulva as he licked the nectar from her honeypot. Up and down the length of her slit he licked and sucked and finally, as she began to shake violently from the sweet attack, he raised his lips to fasten on her swollen enflamed clitoris. It looked like a little white pea in a tight pink pod.
The touch of his tongue drove her wild and, when he sucked the little erection into his warm moist mouth and alternately tongued and chewed gently on it, she pressed her cunt up even more tightly to his mouth and shook the whole cot with the violence of her thundering orgasm. Joe kept his lips glued to her little panic button until he was content that she was drained thoroughly dry, then he went down into her vulva to lick out the new honey of her sex hive. When he had finished with her, she was as limp as a dishrag and seemed unable to move a muscle.
"How was that?" he asked. "Think that will hold you until tomorrow?"
"My God, you've drained me until I'm weak. I feel just like one of Salvador Dali's Wet Watches and I love the feeling."
"I'm glad. Well, that takes care of you for tonight but what are we going to do about 'Junior' here?" He indicated a king-sized hard-on that he had developed while sucking her ass and cunt.
"They say turnabout is fair play," Elsie laughed. "So you turn about and I'll play."
"You talked me into it." Joe smiled as he slid up to lay flat on the cot.
Elsie moved down between his legs and rolled him back just as he had done to her. He felt her tongue struggling to penetrate the brown starfish of his asshole. At last she worked the tip of it in. Now he knew the thrills that his cornholing must have brought to her as she slowly got her tongue all the way up inside his ass. It was the wildest, most thrilling goose imaginable. Elsie was fascinated by the way his swollen cock twitched each time she would shove her tongue deep into his ass. She wondered if she could make him come that way. She had never seen the jism spurt from a man's prick and determined that the time had come to satisfy her curiosity on this point. Her nose, meanwhile, was pressed tightly into his balls and the slight odor of musk from them made her senses reel. She wondered what they tasted like. Now was the perfect time to find out.
Pulling her tongue from the tight stricture of his asshole, she moved upward and slowly and carefully sucked his balls into her mouth. She thrilled at the thought that she had his manhood completely in her power. She had entrapped his most precious possession in her mouth. She had read how Australian sheepherders castrated young male sheep with their teeth. One swift hard bite now and she could emasculate Joe for life. The mere thought gave her the greatest feeling of power she had ever known. Her tongue explored the manly jewels that filled her mouth. Realizing that she was neglecting his asshole, she reached down and worked her middle finger all the way into it and started sawing in and out while she stroked his cock gently with her other hand as she continued to suck and lick his balls.
He really had everything going for him now and she watched his cock twitch and jerk with the excitement of the three-ring circus she was performing for him. Her eyes widened in anticipation as she saw the purplish head swell even more and her tongue felt the currents rush in his balls just milliseconds before she watched the heavy hot white jism geyser out of the slit knob, rise several inches into the air, then fall back to trickle slowly down the throbbing shaft. Four times he spurted, making her think of the pictures of Old Faithful. She wondered if he, too, could erupt every hour.
The best was yet to come. Gently, she carefully ejected his balls from her mouth with her tongue. Raising up a few inches, she feasted her eyes on the sight of his thick creamy semen running down his cock in little rivulets. It looked like the whipped cream topping on a sundae, but she had a feeling this would be better than anything she'd ever had at the soda shop. Carefully, she began to lick it off, treating her palate to every delicious drop. He had come so deep in her throat earlier that she had gotten only a fleeting impression of the flavor of his molten manhood. Now she savored every precious drop of those liquefied pearls. The taste of his come was like the ambrosia of the gods to her wanton appetite for man juice. She knew instantly that this was one delicacy of which she would never be able to get her fill.
In her feverish mind, she tried to relate the current delight to her taste buds to some previously familiar flavor. It was like creamed almonds and purest honey. She was amused at the appropriate comparison. After all, it was the cream of his nuts! He twitched, even as he was shrinking, at the thrill of her licking up and down his spent staff. Finally content that she had lapped up every last dreg of the vintage ball brandy, she wondered if any of the sensational flavor might have soaked into his skin. She slipped his cock into her mouth and began sucking voraciously on the poor withering member. Joe moaned at the ecstatic torture. She was driving him insane now. He asked her to stop, but she was wild with desire for still more of his sweetbreads gravy. Her hands went to his balls and massaged and gently squeezed them, demanding just a few more drops.
She sucked and licked and chewed on his poor drained cock like a calf demanding more milk from a dry udder. Now that this little sex kitten had gotten her first taste of his cock catnip, there was no reasoning with her. Joe abandoned all hope and tried to think of something other than his tortured prick as she kept gobbling on it. After several minutes of imprisonment in the iron maiden of her lust-crazed mouth, he was amazed, and Elsie was delighted, to feel that it was getting hard again. She redoubled her efforts now, using her lips, tongue, teeth, and gums to bring on a full new erection. At last her efforts were rewarded and she was taking long strokes from the very tip of his glans down to the base of his now swollen staff. She could feel the large urethral tube filling with a second helping of the sensational semen.
Joe reached down and ran his fingers lovingly through her hair as he writhed and groaned in ecstasy at the fantastic head she was giving him now. Her mouth was like the vortex of a tornado that was sweeping him up higher and higher into the skies as it made like a vacuum pump that sucked him in like an Electrolux. Goddamn, but this little cunt could really suck cock! Her cool hands were kneading his balls now while her hot lips slid up and down his enflamed prick. She felt his impending eruption and pulled up to hold only the head of his cock in her warm mouth, gently stroking the staff with one soft hand while the other still worked over his balls.
She moaned with delight as she felt the mauve helmet of his armor enlarge in her mouth and the sweet offerings of his balls flooded out of the slit and into her hungry mouth. She tried not to swallow in order to enjoy the heady flavor of his come for as long as possible. She did not release his withered root until it had shrunk to where all of it barely touched her tonsils while her lips were pressed tight to the pubic hairs at its base.
When she raised up from his crotch she saw that his eyes had rolled back in their sockets. The double header, after three other performances tonight, had been too much for Joe. He had fallen into a dead faint.
Elsie went to the bathroom and cleaned herself thoroughly. When she had finished, she took a face cloth, moistened it with cold water, and came back and applied it to boy's forehead. She rubbed his wrists and the back of his neck until he came to.
"Are you okay, Joe?" she asked when the poor screwed-silly slob regained consciousness.
"Yeah, I'm fine, except that I feel fucked flat," he mumbled with a suppressed grin.
"I'm sorry. Maybe if I'm too much woman for you, we may have to look for reinforcements," she teased.
"Look, Elsie, I'm complimenting... not complaining. I gave you a fur coat in exchange for a little sex but, Jesus, the way you put out, one would think you were paying off the mortgage on the whole fucking mink ranch. I think you're a real nympho and I'm delighted over it. It will beat the shit out of going on a diet to lose this little pot I've put on."
"Well, I try to keep up my end of a bargain."
"You keep up your end, all right. If you'd have kept it up, or your head down much longer, I'd have committed suicide by melting and running out of my cock. Seriously, sweetie, you're the greatest. I love you and I love making love with you. Let's repeat it all tomorrow. I don't have another fur coat, but I can always round up some dresses and shoes that might go well with it. Dad doesn't know what the hell he had in stock anyway. Okay?"
"Perfectly okay," Elsie replied happily.
"Let me pay you for your working time," Joe suggested, going out to the cash register. "Also, since it's late, I insist on calling you a cab and paying the fare."
A telephone at home that you didn't have to drop dimes into was another status symbol to Elsie. She had never ridden in a cab before. Later, when Joe Friedman held her door open and she swept regally in, wearing her new fur outfit and with cash in her purse, she felt like Cinderella getting into her pumpkin coach.
Riding home across the icy streets of Boston in a heated cab to the door of her cold tenement home, Elsie thought that that hairy little gash between her legs had opened the door to a life of luxury and comfort for her. She loved the feel of her new fur outfit and smiled inwardly at the happy memory of the nice warm little apartment, the hot bath, the telephone, and now the cab... not to mention the money. Goddamn, this was the life!
At this early stage of her existence, luxury meant merely the enjoyment of the basic creature comforts of human living. At the time, she had no way of knowing how high she would climb on the ladder of social and financial success in the years ahead, and how many times she would think back to this moment when she regarded a little warm room and bath at the rear of a second-hand clothing store as the height of high living.