Chapter 2
Once young Elsie discovered the wondrous power over men that lay between her legs, there was no holding back her insatiable demands for the better things of life that being born into poverty had denied her. Before Joe Friedman's father returned from New York, she had acquired, by means of her soft silken slit and willing mouth and rectum, an enviable wardrobe of used, but attractive clothing. Even after the old man came home, she continued to see Joe in exchange for clothes which he stole from the store. Her tastes leaned toward garments and accessories that made her look older and more glamorous. Her affair with Joe continued until her closet fairly bulged.
It did not take the ambitious girl long to discover that the world was full of Joe Friedmans who were more than willing to trade off some of their affluence for the use of her lovely young body. A schoolmate, who was the son of a butcher, provided the finest cuts of steak and an occasional lobster for her developing appetite for fine foods. Her father never questioned the source of the goodies she brought home. Either he was too stupid to know that she was spreading her legs or jaws for them, or he just didn't give a damn.
By the time she was ready to graduate from high school she had developed a routine of getting dressed in her glamor outfits and taking the bus downtown. Here she would hang around, staring longingly into the windows of jewelry or gift shops in the better hotels until some lonely traveling salesman or businessman would offer to buy her the item of her choice in exchange for the use of her body. During this period, she refused to think of herself as a whore. In her mind and conscience, she was merely a girl who liked to fuck and suck and would be nice to any man who was nice to her by buying her a present. She would have been insulted by an offer of cash for her personal favors.
When she graduated from high school in June, she was faced with the problem of getting a job. College was out of the question and so she pounded the pavements in search of work. She willing to do anything to get out of that crummy apartment. It has been said that, for poor people, Boston has only two climates: too cold or too hot. Now, by mid-June, the sun rose early to turn the old building in which she lived into an oven, rather than the deep-freeze it had been all winter. The nights were airless and, even after the sun went down, the oppressive damp heat filled her room. Sleeping in the nude, she awoke sticky with sweat and with her bedsheet drenched with perspiration. Her only hours of comfort were those she spent in air-conditioned hotel rooms with lonely out-of-town men who bought her presents.
In early July, she answered an ad and was hired by the local Sears store as a salesclerk. She worked behind the counter that featured cameras and tape recorders. Across the aisle from her, a handsome young man, Harold Levenson, sold vacuum cleaners and sewing machines. He made a commission in addition to the meager salary. It was not long until he invited her out for dinner and the movies after work one night. They ate at a little Chinese restaurant. The little slip of paper in her fortune cookie read: "You have met a dark-haired stranger who will change your life."
They necked in the movies and Harold squeezed her tits when he kissed her. She dropped her hand to his lap and caressed and massaged his stiffening prick. Before the second feature started, he suggested that they go to his apartment for a drink. Elsie accepted the suggestion enthusiastically.
Leaving the theater, they piled into his tired jalopy and drove out to a once-fashionable apartment building way out on Commonwealth Avenue. The creaky elevator smelled of castor oil, which he explained was used to keep the ancient motor running. His large apartment with the high-ceilinged rooms smelled of paint remover. The floor was littered with newspapers upon which were placed antique pieces of furniture which he bought cheap at junk shops, refinished, and sold to collectors. In the living room window was a noisy but effective air-conditioning unit that he said he had bought as a repossession at Sears. In the privacy of his own pad, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue fucking her mouth as she hoped his cock might soon be fucking her cunt. She ground up to the swelling rod and within minutes it began raining clothes in the room as they stripped for action.
Harold was not a tall man and his dark hair was already receding in a sure sign of early baldness, yet his chest was as hairy as an ape. Elsie loved the way it tickled the nipples of her large tits when he held her close. She was pleased to discover that his cock was just right in size, not too large for comfortable sucking and yet big enough to get the job done in her creamy cunt. She got only a momentary look at it before he pulled her close and his hands cupped the cheeks of her well-rounded ass and pulled her close to the hot rod between his legs.
He led her to a large couch and in a very matter of fact way, which was his nature, asked, "What do you want to do first... fuck or suck?"
Something about his manner made the question seem as natural as though he had asked if she preferred soda or water with her Scotch.
"Let's suck first. That will make the fucking last longer since it is the second round."
"That's fine with me, but let's be fair about it."
Elsie wasn't quite sure what he meant, but she got the message pretty quick when he straddled her in the classic sixty-nine position. In spite of her rather broad experience for her age, she had never had occasion to engage in what the sex manuals refer to as: "mutual simultaneous oral-genitalism." She took to it like a fish to water and loved the feel of his tongue in her hot little twat while she slid her lips over his stiff seething cock. With Harold, she made a new discovery in the double-header approach to sex in giving and receiving oral sex at the same time.
There was a lovely heavy musky odor to his cock and balls that blew her mind and made her suck on the swollen staff with increased voracity as he expertly tongued and sucked on her creaming cunt. They licked and sucked on each other's sex center in a way that made the storm clouds gather fast, until the lightning flashed behind their eyeballs, and the thunder pounded against their eardrums, as they gushed forth their pearly offerings into one another's mouth.
The thrill of giving and receiving one another's sexual secretions at the same exact moment sent a wondrous vibration through Elsie's body that she had never felt before. Harold had an educated tongue. He demonstrated sheer genius at the gentle art of cunnilingus. Some men seem to have a natural inborn talent for cunt lapping while others never do get the knack of it. For her part, Elsie demonstrated every trick she knew in performing fellatio on him. Considering her limited experience, she had developed into a real artiste at cocksucking. Probably her greatest asset was the fact that she actually loved the feel of a man's stiff prick in her mouth and looked forward to completely ingesting his come.
She held her lips tight around Harold's cock as she felt the telltale swelling of his glans just before he gushed a gigantic load of hot jism up into her mouth. She did not let a single drop of the precious pearly substance escape to trickle back down his cock. She had to swallow more rapidly than she usually did, in order to keep from gagging on the huge outpouring which she so gluttonously consumed. There must have been a cupful that she milked out of the slotted head of his big firm member. Meanwhile, she felt her own juices flow down into his mouth that had tongued and sucked her creamy cunt so expertly. She didn't know which end she was enjoying more in this yin and yang of mutual oral ecstasy.
Harold's come had a totally different flavor than that of Joe or others she had tasted. His balls distilled a pure vintage wine that titillated her palate and intoxicated her brain. The bouquet was like the sweet fragrance of a mildly aromatic pipe tobacco, instead of the washed-out acrid smell of cigarette smoke or the sour, almost sickening stench of a cigar. Elsie had already learned that she could tell a great deal about a man by analyzing the taste of his come. While most predatory females busied themselves finding out a guy's astrological sign and delving into horoscope books to see what that meant in relation to their own signs, or having his handwriting analyzed, Elsie got all of her rundown on a fellow by simply going down and sucking his cock. It was amazing how few men she'd met who objected to being analyzed by her unique method!
Afterward, Harold made drinks and lit two cigarettes. Elsie let hers smolder in the ashtray and left the drink untouched on the coffee table. She preferred to prolong the enjoyment of his delicious semen which still coated her teeth and gums.
"You've got a sweet little honey pot there, baby," he said, patting her on her swollen snatch. "Better not let the hummingbirds get at it. They'd go wild over your nectar."
"And you've got the best-tasting cock I've ever sucked." She stroked it lightly as she repaid his compliment.
Harold spoke proudly of his ambitions while they rested for the next sex session that they both knew would come about. "You know that job at Sears is just a stepping-stone for me. I'm studying to take the exam for my insurance license. I'll try to work it plus Sears and the furniture-dealer scam for a while until I build up enough volume that I can devote full time to it."
"I didn't think anyone wanted to be a life insurance salesman," Elsie remarked with more honesty than tact.
"Up until a few months ago, I didn't either. It is the last thing I would have considered, but then I did a lot of research on the various occupations that a young guy with just a high school education can go into. I finally narrowed it down to insurance or real estate. The real estate commissions run higher, but sales are few and far between and everyone is strictly a one-shot deal. With insurance, you build up a steady income from your renewals. It's a tough grind in the beginning, but I discovered that the men who really work at it and keep working at it build fantastic incomes. In addition to that, there is a terrific pension and retirement fund and full insurance coverage during the years I'm working to build up my empire."
"What is your eventual goal?" Elsie discovered that she was sincerely interested in this ambitious young man's plans. Perhaps this was the star to which she should hitch her wagon.
"I intend to be a millionaire by the time I'm forty, but at the same time have all of life's luxuries along the way when I'm young enough to enjoy them."
"Sounds to me like you think you can have your cake and eat it too."
"That is exactly what I plan to do. I've devoted months of study to carefully road mapping my career. You never met a guy who knows more completely just where he is going and how he is going to get there. I have established checkpoints along the way. If I have to work around the clock, I'll meet or exceed them every time."
"I'm sure that you will, Harold. Speaking of checkpoints, I've been watching that barometer of the atmospheric pressure inside your balls. It looks like a high-pressure area is rapidly approaching."
She straddled his lap now and stroked his cock and balls while she rubbed the head of his trembling, expanding cock against the soft moist lips of her hot hungry cunt. Harold was wildly excited as he grew to a full erection. He lowered his face and sucked and nibbled on the stiffening nipples of her lush full tits while his palms clutched at the rounded cheeks of her ass and pulled the hot, damp tunnel of her cunt down over his cock like he was struggling into a boot or a glove. At last their pubic hairs became enmeshed as she drove up into her soft snatch balls deep, and pressed her tits together to where he could suck and chew on both nipples at once. Then he slipped one hand behind her and between her full buttocks to slide his middle finger all the way into her tight hot asshole.
She started to rhythmically raise and lower herself on the warm fleshy lance that held her impaled. Their lips sought each other's and they breathed heavily into each other's mouth while their tongues performed a lovers' tango in and out of one another's mouth. Meanwhile, his fingers dug into the soft cheeks of her ass as he guided her up and down, up and down the full length of his swollen penis like a yo-yo running up and down its string. He spread her rear so wide apart that she inadvertently let wind and this seemed like a signal to herald the explosive conclusion of their sex act as they flooded into and over one another in unison, while the brilliant fireworks exploded in her head and the cannons roared in his. She dropped her hips to sit firmly in his lap while his cock shrunk in her cunt that had encased it and their mixed come trickled down the sides of his diminishing prick. He delighted in the feel of the muscular spasms which accompanied her orgasm just as much as she thrilled at feeling the repeated blasts of his hot sperm splash off her uterus and flood her deep vagina. She tried to squeeze her muscles to force the white liqueur out of her inner sex thimble so that it would flow back down the diminishing staff of his manhood to where she could lick and suck it off and enjoy its succulence.
Harold thought he would lose his mind when she raised her furry slit off him, dropped to her knees between his legs, and swooped her lips and throat down on his spent member like a hungry pelican. She sucked and licked at his dead warrior with a mad passion, intent that no single drop of his beautiful white sperm should escape her lips and throat.
Once Elsie was sure that she had enjoyed every final dreg of his come, she raised off his shrunken tool and they talked again. It was strange how they both just seemed to assume that they would share the future together. Nothing was said about it; on either side it was just taken for granted. She asked him about some of the old furniture he was refinishing. The two of them, in their nakedness, roamed around the room while he explained what had to be done to each individual piece in order to make it command top dollar in the antique market.
All the while, the noisy old air conditioner kept expelling cool air that made the living room feel like heaven to Elsie who was all too aware of the oven to which she should soon return.
Harold's apartment in the old building on Commonwealth took on the aspects of Buckingham Palace when Elsie thought about going back to her little hotbox in the tenement building. Neither of them suggested that she spend the night; it just happened. By midnight she stretched out her naked body on the cool sheets of his bed. Soon he climbed on top of her and drove the swollen head of his cock between the soft lips of her vagina. It was well lubricated from their previous encounters and he slid easily into her now until he felt his balls pressing into the lower recesses of her crotch. It was a beautiful feeling... as though he were sinking deeper and deeper into a warm bowl of jelly as he gradually penetrated her to the very hilt of his manly staff.
Something about the soft insertion enflamed his mind and made the widespread girl beneath him seem like a true goddess of love rather than just another open cunt. It suddenly began to seem that deep inside of her body was where he really belonged. When, at last, after pistoning their bodies together for long minutes, they expelled their juices to one another, Harold felt that he had, at long last, come home to where he really belonged. They fell asleep with his cock still firmly implanted in her cunt.
It was the most comfortable night's sleep Elsie had experienced since the early summer hot spell had descended upon Boston. His dong had plopped out of her silken snatch when she awakened, but she felt the nearness of his body and reached out to caress him and draw him close to her again.
This morning they made love slowly and tenderly. There was none of the desperate demands of pent-up lusts for each other. They fucked now with the comfort and security of old friends and lovers. Elsie had never felt so completely at home with a man as she did now with Harold. In some ways it made this screw even more thrilling than the first had been last night. He hovered suspended above her, supporting his weight on his knees and elbows. His hairy chest tickled her swelling nipples as she drove his big dong deeper and deeper into her crimson gash, still swollen and enflamed from the attentions it had received eight hours earlier. Now his cock filled her cunt comfortably, fitting it as perfectly as the proper foot for Cinderella's glass slipper.
When she came to his pistoning prick, it was a totally different sensation than she had ever experienced before. Always she had felt a great physical and emotional thrill from her orgasms. Now, for the first time, she felt the added delight of something almost ethereal or spiritual about their ultimate lovemaking. She felt his cock swell and expel its liquid love into the very depths of her hungry quim, then her muscles convulsed and contorted around his sweetly embedded member as wave after wave of the titanic orgasm swept her away into a bottomless sea of sexual satisfaction. As their mutual coming to each other homogenized their liquid offerings, it was as though their futures were fused together into a lifelong weldment of purpose and achievement.
Later they went to work together. Neither cared that tongues might wag over the fact that they had left together the afternoon before and now came in together in the same clothes. On her morning coffee break, Elsie phoned her father at the bar, explaining that she was staying with one of the girls at work who was very sick and was afraid to be alone. It may have been her imagination, but it seemed to her that the old man was delighted at the privacy her absence afforded him.
They went to lunch together in the store cafeteria and after work Elsie merely joined him as he walked to his car. They had no date and nothing had been said about her returning to his apartment. It was just one of those mutual assumptions that it would happen. On the way home they stopped by a grocery and picked up TV dinners and a gallon of cheap red wine.
While Elsie slipped the frozen dinners in the oven and poured them each a water tumbler of the wine, Harold undressed and put on a disreputable-looking old bathrobe that served as his working clothes. She watched, fascinated, while he used paint remover and scrapers to remove the crackled varnish from an antique table. The fumes of the toxic paint remover coupled with the wine put them both in a giddy mood. Every time his robe would gap open, she would reach in and tickle his cock and balls. It started out as a playful gesture but soon assumed serious proportions as his prick grew and hardened to where it stuck out of the slit where the robe came together.
"For God's sake, don't get paint remover on that thing. You can use it to scrape anywhere inside me that you like, but I don't need that smelly stuff on it. Seeing what it does to that old varnish, I dread to think what it might do to my young twat."
"Maybe I'd better wash it first," he suggested.
"I'll wash it for you," she volunteered, dropping to her knees and taking the mauve glans into her tender lips.
He twitched and groaned with delight as her tongue darted up and down his swollen urethral tube while her soft lips caressed the enflamed shaft and the sensitive head and corona were treated to the damp warmth of her mouth and throat.
Slipping her hands beneath his robe, she cupped the cheeks of his ass and pulled him even deeper into her wanton mouth. Her confused mind was caught on the horns of a dilemma as her hungry cunt cried out for an internal massage by that hard hot manflesh, but her palate demanded to be treated to the taste of his sweet come. Before she could make up her mind as to which was the more urgent need, the die was cast for her. His hands grasped her head and she felt the welcome swelling of the head of his cock in her mouth just before his hot love lava flowed and its wondrous flavor permeated her gums and coated her teeth while it enthralled her palate.
Oh, how she loved the taste of his come in her mouth. For a moment, she thought that she was going to come herself, just from the thrill of ingesting his. When his outpouring had stopped and he had begun to shrink back to normal size, she released him, trying to retain as much of his delightful ball brandy in her mouth as she could to enjoy it slowly, as one sniffs rare brandy from a brandy inhaler, becoming intoxicated by its very aroma.
He wanted to return her oral favors and, even though her silken slit was juicy with anticipation, her practical German mind warned her that their dinners would burn. Reluctantly, she postponed her pleasures until later and rushed to the oven to extract the tinfoil plates just in time.
During dinner Elsie asked, "Tell me about the table you're refinishing."
"Well, it's a genuine Victorian piece. I found it at one of those charity rummage sales for eight dollars. It was in disreputable shape. I had to glue and clamp the legs and fill in a few deep gouges. Now I'll strip it to the bare wood and re-finish it with French varnish and wax until it gets the desired patina. It takes about five hours work, but I already have it sold to a faggot decorator for a hundred dollars. That's how I'm making the money to finance my career."
"I'd love to help you, if you'll show me how."
"Okay. The next step is tedious but easy. We rub it down carefully with fine steel wool until every trace of the old varnish is gone. Then we wash it with benzine and when it dries, start to refinish. It may be a little rough on your hands and fingernails."
"I don't give a damn. I'll enjoy feeling that I am helping to get your career launched." She wondered if he got the implication of her attitude that she wanted to share more than just the start of his announced climb to riches and luxury.
After two hours of lovingly massaging the old table with steel wool, then washing and drying it with the benzine, Harold mixed the French varnish of shellac, alcohol and a little reddish-brown stain. He showed her how to rub it carefully into the grain with folded cheesecloth. He did the top while she did the legs and base. All the while they sipped on the wine.
When Elsie went into the bathroom to wash up, she decided to get more than just her hands clean, so she drew a tub of hot water which was still a rare treat for her. She concentrated as much on soaping her snatch as she did on scrubbing her hands. She wanted it to be kissing clean. After drying herself, she returned to the living room stark naked. No matter how much toweling she did she could never seem to get that hairy gash thoroughly dry. She sat in the large club chair and hooked her legs over the arms, treating her open sex slot to the cool air from the noisy little air conditioner. She began to fan it with her hands.
Harold, watching intently, volunteered, "Here, let me help you."
He squatted cross-legged like an old-fashioned tailor before her chair, brought his face close to her gaping cunt and began to blow his warm breath into and around it, slowly and delightfully evaporating the last of the bathwater.
"Hey, that tickles, especially when your wind goes through my cunthair. You better be careful. You're likely to get me all sexed up," she taunted.
"Now wouldn't that be awful," he teased, redoubling his deep breathing and stimulating exhaling.
Soon the watery dampness of her bath disappeared and was replaced by tiny droplets of a heavier moisture of internal origin as her pussy palpitated and fairly puckered at the thrilling nearness of his expert mouth. He saw the minute beads of love dew that glistened on and around the lips of her seething vagina. The heat from it was becoming so intense that it radiated against his lips as though he had brought his face within an inch of a hot iron.
He began to tease her cunt with his fingers now, running them around and over the erogenous area and trailing them lightly through the big bush of ash blonde cunthair. Hooking two fingers into each side of her vaginal opening, he stretched them as widely as he could and peered into her private recesses like an examining gynecologist.
"God, Elsie, you're beautiful in there. You're every bit as lovely on the inside as you are on the outside."
"What does the inside of my cunt look like, Harold? When I was a young girl, I tried to see it in a mirror, but I could never get the light right."
"It's like a crystal cave with translucent walls of rose-pink quartz. I wish I could crawl all the way in and explore every thrilling inch of your interior."
"You make it sound like one of those travelog movies," she laughed. "What are you going to call your documentary? Something catchy, like Through the Vaginal Canal with Gun and Camera?"
"Don't joke about it. This is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I could be happy just staring into your sweet snatch all night."
"Well, maybe that would keep you happy, but I require something a little more physical than your Peeping Tom game. Oh, Harold, stop playing around and torturing me. I'm as horny as a bitch wolf in mating season. Suck my cunt! Let me feel your wonderful stiff tongue and your soft lovely lips. I'm burning up in there. Please suck me! I need to feel your tongue lapping into my hot cunt and sucking every drop of come out of it. Now, Harold, suck me now!"
"Okay, lady, you asked for it... you're gonna get it," he declared as he pressed his face into contact with the fur-fringed pink valley and drove his tongue all the way into her creamy tunnel of love.
"Oh God, that's wonderful! Tongue fuck me as deep as you can get in!"
He drove his tongue into her so deep that the muscles at its base ached, then she pulled it in and out of her seething snatch as though it were an oral dildo standing in for a hard prick. She moaned and sighed and her head rolled from side to side as she clamped his head between her soft thighs and raised her crotch tighter and tighter to his mouth. On every third stroke of his tongue, he would withdraw completely and flick the tip of it over her swollen little clitoris once or twice before driving it back deep into her vulva.
"Oh, yes, tongue me, lick me, kiss me, suck me, bite me, chew me, eat me up, but, for God's sake, you've got to put out the fires that are consuming my crotch. Eat my cunt, baby, eat it all up!"
Following her suggestions, he began to switch from one exotic treatment to another, alternately using his tongue, his lips, and his teeth on her hot trembling creaming cunt. Elsie began to tremble and then shudder violently in appreciation of the series of erotic thrills that were almost beyond human endurance.
"Oh, it's so beautiful. It won't be long now. Pretend that you're a hungry tomcat and that my pussy is a bowl of heavy cream. Lap every drop of cream out of me with your wonderful tongue."
She was thrashing about in the chair now, clutching the brinks of a mammoth orgasm that would hurtle her into a bottomless chasm of sheer sensuous satisfaction.
"Oh, my God, I'm coming!"
"Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me. Come right in my mouth," he muttered as best he could with his lips glued to her seething slit.
"Now! Right now. Oh, you've got it! Take it all, don't leave a drop in there!"
Just as she started to come, he slipped the middle finger of his right hand all the way up her asshole. The sudden new sensation at the very moment of her orgasmic relief seemed to double her ecstasy as she let flow the greatest come of her life. A million colored comets and falling stars filled the skies as Mount Vesuvius erupted with a deafening roar. Her inner muscular spasms seemed to go on endlessly as she flowed on and on, the gushing wellsprings of her sex pouring forth until they reached an arid dryness. She plunged into a void of heavenly total satisfaction as she fell back against the cushion of the chair in a near faint.
Once he was satisfied that he had drained the very dregs from the kegs of her vaginal juices, Harold pulled his face away and crawled up to kiss her on her other mouth. His lips were coated with her warm fluid offerings and she could taste her cunt on his lips as he kissed her deeply and passionately.
"Was it good, honey? Did I suck your little cunt just the way you wanted it done?" he asked needlessly.
She threw her arms around him and pulled him close to her still heaving tits, nearly smothering him in the mountains of soft flesh as she answered, "Oh, my dear, it was simply superb! You've got to be the greatest cunt-lapper in the whole world. I've never felt anything so thrilling in my whole life."
"Did I get it all?" he asked, obviously looking for further compliments.
"Clear down to my toenails!"
"I'm glad. I love to suck your cunt and I want to do it just the way you like it best."
"My dear boy, tonight you did more than suck my cunt. You gave me a French hysterectomy. That surgical tongue of yours took out everything inside me!"
Harold suggested now that a midnight snack might have a restorative effect upon their spent sex centers. He went to the kitchen and opened a tin of sardines and produced a small flat ball of Gouda cheese which he served on a platter with saltines and Ry-Krisp. To wash it down, he poured two full tumblers of the red wine.
As they nibbled and drank, Elsie was filled with a glow of sheer contentment. She was thoroughly happy and delightfully comfortable in this crazy old apartment with this eager young man who was so consumed with the fires of ambition.
Not understanding her quiet attitude, Harold finally asked about it. "A penny for your thoughts."
"Oh, they're worth a lot more than that. I was just thinking how happy I am here with you. I feel more at home than I've ever felt in my life. It makes me hate to go back home."
"Tell me about your home and your family," he prompted. He wanted to learn a little more before expressing the thought that was at the back of his mind.
"There isn't much to tell. What I refer to loosely as 'home' is a crummy fifth floor walk-up tenement cold-water flat. My room is like a slightly oversized closet. As to family, there is just my dad. I seldom see him. He gets up and goes to work before I get out of bed. We used to visit some at nights but now, since he's brought some floozie in to live with him, I feel that I have to closet myself in my little cubicle whenever they're around. We have no bathroom and only two temperatures; too hot all summer and too cold all winter. I hate it. Often, at night, I can hear them fucking or sucking in the room next door and I get all hot and have to play with myself. She's one of those noisily passionate broads who moan and scream and make a lot of sex talk while they're screwing. It drives me nuts, but I can't afford a place of my own. Not yet, anyway."
"Goddamn, that's wonderful!" he exclaimed.
"Wonderful, shit... it's simply awful." She sounded surprised at his comment.
"No, you misunderstood me. I mean that I was afraid you came from a big happy family in a nice home and would scoff at the idea of moving into this crummy pad with me," he explained.
"Surely you're not serious," she said, praying that he was.
"I've never been more serious in my life. Please, Elsie, move in here and live with me. There's plenty of room and you won't have to pay any rent and you get a ride back and forth to work. How about it?"
"You mean you want me to be your mistress and live with you?"
"That's exactly what I mean."
"Well then, say it."
"I want you to be my mistress and live with me," he sputtered.
"Oh, darling, I thought you'd never ask. What took you so long?" She threw herself into his arms and smothered him with kisses.
"Does that mean that you will?" he asked stupidly.
"You bet your sweet ass it does. Now don't you try to crawfish out of it, Harold Levenson. You issued a formal invitation and I accepted it. You try to cancel it now and I'll claw your eyes out and tear your balls off. I've never been so happy about anything."
"Yeah, me too," he beamed. He could not conceive of the fact that getting a broad to live with you could be such a simple matter as just asking.
While Harold went to the bathroom and prepared for bed, Elsie put away the cheese, sardines, and crackers and washed the plate and glasses. She vowed that she would be the best housekeeper in town, now that she had a house to keep.
Once they were in bed Harold asked, "Don't you think we should seal our agreement?"
"Sure, you mean seal it with a kiss?"
"I had something a little more intimate in mind."
At his suggestion, she crouched on her hands and knees in the middle of the mattress while he knelt behind her. She stroked his cock and rubbed it against her juicy twat until he had a beautiful hard-on. She guided the purplish head into the pink lips of her cunt and he drove into her, dog fashion.
Once they had completed the penetration and established their rhythm, he leaned forward and reached beneath her to cup and caress her big hanging tits in his hands. As he pulled them to the sides, Elsie found that she could look back between her legs and watch his dangling balls swing back and forth like a fleshy pendulum as he drove his stiff prick in and out of her soft juicy cunt. The sight fascinated her. She watched them jerk and twitch as he shot his load of hot jism into her cunt where she could feel it splash off her uterus. It was all she needed. Her vaginal muscles clutched and squeezed at his embedded member, milking his balls dry while she came right along with him.
Harold had not been without the visual delights of this position. He had thrilled to the sight of his swollen cock pistoning in and out of that hairy gash of hers. He was fascinated by the way her vaginal lips extended and clutched at his prick on the backstroke as though urging it not to leave. Then on the forestroke they collapsed within her vulva. As they fucked, those lips kept working in and out like a bellows. They seemed to swell and darken in color as she got ready to come. Then he bent back over her to play with her beautiful big boobs again and could no longer watch the puckering and sucking lips of her cunt.
Elsie slept like a baby. Harold was on his side, behind her. His arm was around her, holding onto one of her tits, while his soft limp cock touched the cheek of her ass. She felt safe and happy. There would be no more icy mornings with frozen plumbing, and no more sweltering hot sleepless nights spent listening to her father fuck that slut he had brought home.
Like many a woman before her, Elsie had taken her first steps up the ladder to happiness and luxury, not with her feet nor her brains, but with her cunt and her mouth. As she fell asleep, she wondered just how high these two assets could take her. At this moment in life, she was so pleased with herself that she gave no thought to Newton's law that states what goes up... must come down.