Chapter 2
On their next date, Alison wore some more of that kinky stuff he found so thoroughly delightful. The super-sexy covering that molded her shapely legs, he discovered, was latex!
He couldn't get enough of just running his hands over her. The red mini-skirt was latex. So, of course, was the corset underneath. And when he relieved her of the figured navy blouse-her lovely breasts, too, were encased in silky smooth latex! The seamless bra was softer and slicker than skin, a rather pale black or charcoal gray. It was an incredible turn-on.
He said so, and she hugged him in delight.
Once he had managed not to strangle on the tongue she sent straight into his mouth and for the throat, he sat back, facing her, his hands on her upper arms, his thumbs resting on the sweeping outer curves of her breasts-feeling that sexy latex.
"I love this kinky slicky stuff, Alison!" She smiled brightly. "I'm so glad."
"I've never even seen any before. And never felt anything so soft!"
"Nice," she said, drawing the word out. Her hand slipped along his thigh to squeeze the bulge in his crotch. A shudder went through her, at the contact of her hand with his beloved cock, even through his clothing. "And I have never felt anything so hard," she said, with a happy laugh. "Oh, you'd be just beeeyeautiful in latex shorts."
"Latex SHORTS! There's such an animal?"
"Sure. Boy're you dumb."
He gave her breast a mean squeeze, and she winced-and flashed her teeth and dimples in another big smile.
"What's it like, wearing this stuff, Alison?"
She cocked her head. "Well-when somebody turns on over it the way you do, Mister, it's Great! Oh...I like it. It is hot. Makes you sweat inside it. That's cold, then, when you take it off. Sweat's hard on it, and so is oil-you know, just the natural oils from our bodies. So you have to take especial care of anything made out of latex, wash it carefully, keep it powdered."
"Powdered?"
She nodded. "Yep. Also, without powder to make 'em slicky inside, and dry, I'd never get something like these stockings on." She giggled. "That can be funny, too. When you pull them on your foot, see, you get air in them. It forms a pocket, a bubble-like taking the plastic bag off a loaf of bread and wadding it up: you trap air in it without even trying. Anyhow. Once I pull them on my foot-very carefully, because they sure do tear easily, and this stuff is expensive-I have to work that big air bubble out. Then...up the leg. Slowly. A little at a time."
His hand caressed its way appreciatively up her black-sheened leg. The coating was smoother, softer than nylon.
"Crazy about it!"
She smiled brightly. "I do love your enthusiasm!"
"I'm enthusiastic about the latex, about you and your mind, about you, and you, and about this whole lovely, great, sexy package. And this, too," he said, sliding a hand in between her thighs where they bulged whitely above the tops of the snugging hose. He pressed her pussy, which was pantied in briefs-normal, standard nylon that would have been sexy as could be before he discovered latex.
Latex. A liquid, for beginners; an emulsion, with water, of synthetic rubber-or plastic. Latex was common enough now in paint, as well as in adhesives. And now, he knew, in clothing.
"Far out," he murmured, stroking from skin onto latex and back again, his hand between her inner thighs. He thought about what she'd said. "Latex shorts, huh. Where do you get 'em?"
"Oh, here and there. It's a pretty big mail order business."
"You said expensive."
She shrugged, the cleavage and inner curves of her tits moving sexily about in the V of the snug black bra. "Ohh...pure gum rubber shorts probably retail for six or seven dollars. Latex briefs...maybe fifteen or seventeen dollars."
"Whew."
"Kinks don't come cheap," she told him. "Leather briefs are more than that, I think."
"You sound defensive," he said, wondering.
Maybe she was evasive, then. It didn't matter. Producing his big swollen-crank from his shorts, she stuffed her face with it. Her mouth, he noted even as he groaned in pleasure, was capable of housing only about half of his length.
Her tongue wriggled on his dick and he felt the suction as she strove to get it into her face past the halfway point. He decided to help.
"You want more cock in the face, Miss Super sexy?"
Her face cock-stuffed, she nodded.
"Take a deep breath," he told her. "A big one."
When the kneeling girl had sucked in that great deep breath, he grasped her head. Ignoring the scrape of her teeth that hurt his cock, he pushed deep. And deeper. Her eyes bulged, then shut. Long black lashes lay along her cheeks. Her mouth was violently distended into a huge ring-just under three inches across, he remembered.
Now she had well over half of the full length of his grotesquely distended organ in her mouth, prodding her throat. He strained in more-and held it there, looking at his watch.
She trembled.
Tears rolled down her cock-stuffed face. Little gagging noises rose from her throat and emerged, muffled, from her straining mouth.
He kept his cock stuffed into her face and throat, while he timed her. Tears flowed down her face and she moved erratically, getting nervous about her breath.
Clay kept his cock rammed far back in her throat for ninety seconds, by his watch, and then released his hold on her head. Instantly she backed it off his rigid staff. She sniffed, made little coughing sounds, and rolled her eyes up to his face. She read the excitement in his eyes.
With a happy little smile, she returned her mouth to his hard-on. She went to work on the hot swollen stave with a very excited avidity. Her face plunged up and down, up and down, greasing the whole shaft with her saliva. Her tongue wriggled constantly.
She released his prick from its welcome imprisonment inside her head. Her eyes met his. Her voice was soft. "Force my throat again," she said, and thrust her mouth back over the big deeply-pink knob capping his penis.
He was happy to comply. Again he impaled her mouth, feeling the surfaces of her velvety lips glide along the sensitive flesh of his distended organ. He pushed deep into that saliva-filled chamber, and held himself there, and then pushed more deeply still.
After holding it there for a full minute, by his watch, he let go her head. Again she gasped air out, and sucked more in, and sniffed. Then she began softly nibbling, caressing his penis with the tender moist surface of her tongue, forcing her own mouth into a barely yielding elastic ring.
He forced her throat and face several times more, and she was able to get down all but the last couple of inches of his dick. She liked being forced thus; she'd not be able to take it so deeply, she told him, all by herself.
Eventually the pressure in his testicles mounted to the bursting point, and he flooded her face and throat and belly in a superb come.
Alison quit wearing pants. "Skirts show off my legs better, and I think they're pretty good legs. Besides...skirts are more accessible!"
On their next get-together, she wore a latex leotard under her dress, with the corset under that. He asked; yes. She admitted that she was terribly hot.
"But I wore the body stocking for you. Isn't it sexy?"
It was. It also had a darling little snap-crotch, he discovered. They left the leotard on, and he fondled her that way, and fucked her that way.
This time they took the "normal" position, and she was really impressive in the way she moved under him. Seized swiftly with an almost delirious passion, she grinned broadly-and planted her feet, and bucked. Latex-coated thighs rubbed his naked hips. Her smooth black-coated belly and snug little gash came up to get even more of the pressure from his thick pounding tool all along the interior of her needy chink.
The passionate girl's strong thigh muscles and pressing feet combined with his hard strokes to swallow him into the far reaches of her vagina.
"Ah! I'm getting it all! That's why I like it best like this-on the floor!"
Unashamedly lustful, she fucked him, flexing satiny-sheathed thighs and grinding her ass on the rug with tantalizing slowness. Passion warmed her belly and her eyes fluttered. The supine girl sighed aloud, stroking his sweaty skin lovingly.
"Damn but you're a good screw ! " she told him, making him blink. "Hey, that's my line."
"Who cares! You're a good fuck."
"You're a great lay!"
They laughed together, loudly, and joyously balled, on the floor of his apartment. Panting with rapture, completely open and comfortable in her sexuality, she surrendered utterly to the invasion of her sweet young body, and to the great thrill it gave her. She was squirming with uncontrollable impatience, her cunt a hot prison for his rigid sex-muscle.
The sex-captivated man propped himself up over her, on his palms and forearms, to study her. He kept his cock well inserted in the fleshy, muscular gap between her legs.
Alison's face was broad of forehead and tapered down to a chin that was both deeply dimpled and almost pointed. Her upper lip was thin, the lower full, childishly pouty. Shining, slightly wavy black hair she kept drawn back to expose her forehead and small, almost lobe-less ears. He was not wild, honestly, about the way she shaped her brows, which were squared above the inner corners of her eyes and ran back almost to points aimed at her temples. Trying for a kitty cat look, probably, he mused, but not making it. (They were a lot more beautiful to him now than he'd thought them at first, as was everything about her.)
Her nose was thin and not quite straight, long-ish, and her eyes absolutely beautiful, wide and almond-shaped and blue as a summer sky.
He loved her eyes. He loved her black, black hair. He loved the soft bush of her raven's wing pussy hair, which she kept clipped, telling him she had too damned much of it. He loved her nose-which he kissed. Her mouth...he kissed it. He loved her cunt, inside and out. He loved her quick easy smiles, her enthusiasm.
"I love you," he said.
Only a month after they'd met, they were talking marriage. She was, he thought uncomfortably, a little evasive on that subject. Alison told him she wanted to take him home with her for a few days, to meet her family.
Clay breathed more easily. Sure, he had it now. Her parents were the old-fashioned kind. This figure-training business...they made her wear the latex corset, all the time. (He had not seen her without it. She would not break the rule, or lie to her parents.) So...those really old-fashioned folks had to see him first, had to approve of him before Alison dared talk more about marriage with him.
Wow, he thought, in this day'n'age...and her a month short of age 22, and a senior in college! They agreed that he would get off and accompany her home on part of her spring break. Clay was nervous about it; Christ, Alison's parents, Brian and Alexandra must be tyrants! Even that name Alexandra-sounded like Queen Victoria!
Well, if the damned old-fashioned strict fuddy-duddies wouldn't give their approval of a young Assistant Adjuster, he'd either persuade Alison to marry him anyhow-or carry her off!
He and Alison headed out the highway in his car on one of those fine sunny, warm days that provided a taste of spring before it actually came, a teaser before the advent of the real thing. He was silent, reflective, thinking about what the next few days would be like. He dreaded the experience. Shit! He'd go up the damned wall! Any normal people would "approve," if they were into that old-fashioned bullshit, of him. But...these weirdo figure trainers of her parents....
She pointed out the "scenic route," and he took it. The car tooled along around curves and over rolling country, and then they were surrounded by woods that looked as if they ought to have some dude in a loincloth running around in them-or rather, swinging around.
This may be the last chance, he told himself, though he knew better, because he wasn't about to give up Alison Spencer no matter what her god-damned parents said. But he took action anyhow; he swung the car into a rutted lane, drove in among the trees and around a curve. Trees and bushes, even though only a few had much in the way of leaves at this time of year, made the road invisible.
That meant Clay and Alison were invisible from the road, too.
"Clay-" she began, but he was already getting out and going around the car. He jerked open the door on her side. She looked wide-eyed up at him, silently questioning.
Clay reached in and grasped her hand. She made a squeaking noise as she was pulled out of the car and had to move fast to keep from falling. He hurried her around a gigantic oak and past bushes to the great patch of moss growing there, in the almost sunless area beneath the oak.
"Clay-oh!"
Clay pushed her down.
Clay dragged up her skirt and shoved her pullover blouse up over her tits. Black vinyl bra. He clamped his hands onto her tits for a moment, squeezing. Then he reached down, shoved his hand into her panties.
"Oh!" she squealed again, gasping, when he cupped he cunt, bent back a finger, and pushed it into her pussy.
Clay grinned. Back inside that elliptic sex opening, her muscular cunt was a bubbling spring. She was wet already!
"Hu-u-uhhh!" she gasped, arching her back so that only her ass and shoulder blades rested on the moss; he had impaled her with another finger, and wiggled the two inside her, simultaneously.
Opening his pants with a little difficulty as he lay partially on her, he forced his hard-on out of his shorts, and guided it to its goal. He left her panties on, merely dragging at one leg band until he had destroyed the elastic and his cock had easy access to the soft, supple flesh inside. Curling black hair bushed out springily.
In one hard stroke, sprawling atop her, he drove his rigid cock straight up through the tight channel of her slick, salivating pussy.
"Um-m-m-A-A-AHHHHHHHHH!"
The sound was wrested from her by the sudden violent distention of her sweet slit and the closely pressing walls inside. Her eyes rolled up, back, stared fixedly. Her mouth went wide.
"Shaddup, pussy," he said, in a put-on voice, mean and crude. "Make a holler and I'll stuff yer mouth fulla fist and a fuckin tree up this squishy snatcha yers!"
"Uh! Oh-ohh!" He was rooting hard, slamming and jamming, jarring her resoundingly with each vicious, raping stroke.
Then her eyes met his, blue and glistening. "Help," she said in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice. "Oh help, this evil monster is raping my sweet tight virgin puss-ee-eeee!" She said it all in a voice that was barely above a whisper.
Then she jerked up both thighs, knees pointing straight up. Her blocky-heeled platforms pressed down firmly into the moss they were crushing, and she began giving him one hell of a ride.
"You sure turn on fast for a fuckin wide-eyed little virgin I found pickin' wildflowers in the woods, chick," he told her.
"Oh sir, I am so scared," she said, spacing the words so that she sounded like a bad actress doing her lines. "I am trying very hard to cooperate and make it good for you so that you will not hurt me, even though it is all just terrible and shocking and painful to my sweet little cunny and a terrible shock to my shaky psyche!"
Clay said, "Good grief."
He fucked hotly into her with strong, pummeling lunges that reddened the delicate folds of her labia and brought lust boiling up inside her humid channel. Heated secretions drooled out of her vagina to darken the moss.
The red slit of her crotch clung to his cock, which was stroking her deep, deep, with a ferocious gorging violence.
Shivering, clutching him, the moaning girl felt as if she were being pumped better, fucked more deeply by that great pumping shaft than ever in her life.
His balls were banging her so hard she could hear the repeated slaps. Cunt juice spattered and splashed and formed an ever wider patch of dark moss under their united genitals.
Still he ground in hard, seemingly trying now to cram both slippery nuts into her along with his flailing driving tool.
Then his hands crammed in under her, grasped her pantied ass-cheeks, and pulled. She gulped, expecting to feel the head of his cock in her throat. The squirming brunette flexed her ass-cheeks in his clenching fingers and hoisted her straining legs higher on either side of his lunging, fully clothed body.
Gosh, the knees of his pants will be all messed up, she thought.
The she felt the broad stiff finger sliding down the sweaty cleavage of her ass.
"Uh-" Her blue eyes widened, stared up at a tangle of branches.
He pushed.
Pressure built in her anus. She was absolutely still, staring upward, straining, straining...
Opening her legs even wider, she tilted her pelvis to accept his finger up into her anal canal.
"Uh...unnh..
Big male finger pressed on and in, popped open her cincture, slid along, into her rectum, caressing his own big male cock through thin rubber-like membranes.
She groaned. Her eyes were fixed. Her mouth remained open.
"Aaaaaaan-nnnhhhhh..
He fucked, hard. Now he was ravaging one slippery channel with his cock and spearing the contiguous channel with his finger-and because of the pressure on her inner flesh, one of those delving tissue-straining probes felt as big as the other! Both seemed hot, particularly the one up her ass. She closed her eyes. They were both cocks. She was being fucked by two cocks, both at once. The one up her ass-hole was burning hot and harder than any cock should be. It was going to burn her up.
He pounded. His lust was building, building....
He moved his hand as he did his body. The fully-clothed "rapist" kept thrusting home with finger and penis, knowing that soon he would be flooding charge after charge from his seething balls into the farthest reaches of her thirsty cunt-which was where he was straining to plant his cock.
He wished his finger could spurt something into her, too.
All he wanted was to stick her cervix with prick and her bowels with rigid middle finger. He probed in farther with that upward skewering finger, and pounded with his pelvis, driving her widening rectum down on it, like pounding the board onto the nail.
Rigid grinding finger pumped her ass-hole like a cock. He moved his hand and wiggled the finger to dilate her tight hot rear tunnel even more, while pounding his cock in with jackhammering hips, lunging grinding ass, and digging, pushing feet that dug into the mossy ground.
Hard jabbing thrusts imbedded his longest finger up her butt and stroked his own deeply delving penis, through thin walls of elastic inner tissue. Wider and wider opened her excretory tunnel, while from the pink cleavage between her legs, so broadly cock-distended by the fabulous male member she had compared to a baseball bat, drooled forth her cunt's slippery mucous.
"I-I'm...oh my GOD I'M GOING TO C-"
Orgasm hit her like a fist in the solar plexus and cut off her words, though not her voice. She screamed out a loud ululating moan, and clutched him with both hands and both crisscrossing legs.
The superlatively fucked young woman was still shuddering in her climax when her lover came, too, groaning and rooting deep with finger and cock. Semen poured into her as from a faucet wrenched violently open.
She lay still, holding the man who lay exhausted upon her. Her blue eyes stared up through lattice-worked branches at the blue sky.
"Oh my God," Alison murmured, stroking his hair. "I love you!"