Chapter 2
But at a time much earlier in her life she did care what the men wanted from her. They weren't men then, they were boys and because she was pretty with legs they liked and had small firm breasts that stood straight out, (while her other girl friends had none), she had all the boys she could handle, and then some. And that made the other girls angry, even jealous. But she really didn't care.
Her mother had always told her not to let the boys touch her. But what did her mother mean. She could never figure out why the boys couldn't touch her. Her mother never said more than-"don't let them touch you, understand?" Of course she nodded "yes", but she didn't understand what she was agreeing to.
One day stood out from all the rest from her childhood years. She was just fourteen, exactly two days past her birthday party that she had invited all sixteen of her friends to attend. It was late at night, and she was walking home from her Uncle Jeb's cottage down the dusty dirt road, around the bend and just the other side of the foot bridge, next to the old oak tree. It had been a beautiful day with Aunt Eloise and Unk Jeb. Swimming in the morning and a boat ride in the afternoon on Unk's new 14-foot Fiberglas boat had left her tired.
She walked slowly, no need to run home since Mother and Dad had gone out for the evening to visit with the Stokes up the road a piece.
The sky was pink from the setting summer sun and there was just enough sunlight to guide her the rest of the way home. The light from the back porch caught her eye just about the same instance the arms reached out from the bushes alongside of the road, one hand covering her mouth, smothering her screams, the other hand wrapping around her arms, dragging her, pulling her deep in the underbrush off the path.
She never remembered anything else from that night. Everything had been buried deep into her subconscious. So much so she never remembered Unk jeb finding her sprawled out along the side of the road with her dress and underpants pulled down around her ankles. Her long straight black hair was thick with leaves and twigs, messed up ... her pony tall was no longer pulled tightly back.
But that was ten years ago-an eternity-this was the here and now, the present and she was waiting for what seemed like hours, but was in fact just thirteen minutes.
The intercom buzzer was still ringing when she pushed the talk button. "Who is it."
"It's me from across the park." His voice was loud and clear. "Buzz me up."
She didn't say, a word, just pushed the buzzer long enough for someone to walk from the talk-listen speaker and open the door.
Two minutes passed, then she heard the elevator door open and close-then, three knocks on the door. The knocks were firm and strong. For some reason, the knocks made her think a real man, not a boy, was standing on the other side of the door.
Opening the peep hole with her left hand she peeked out into a deep blue eye. "Stand back and let me take a look at you." She felt silly. Why was she playing games at this moment for? Did it really matter whether he was tall or short, fat or thin? Just so long as he had a thick rod between his legs that felt like a salmon and wanted to-had to-come up stream.
Outside in the narrow hallway, he stepped back five feet so she could take him all in. Pushing her eye into the fish eye viewer, she felt her heart skip a beat and then race. It was impossible. He couldn't be! He was more than she could have possibly hoped for. Tall, about six feet, she figured, with long blond hair ... built like a football player. Muscles covered his frame where fat normally hung on the average run of the mill man.
She fidgeted with the door and stepped back. "It's open, come on in ... I'm ready when you are."
The door opened slowly. A hand holding a roll of Kodak 135-film nudged through the opening and started waving back and forth like a white flag of surrender. Carol stepped back again, bumping up against the kitchen table. She stopped. The door opened and then closed.
Standing in her bikini panties, she gazed at the hunk of a man who just a quarter of an hour ago, was a voice on the phone. She watched as he locked each of the five bolts and then took off his nylon jacket. He wore no shirt and his hairy chest excited her. His broad shoulders and thin waist seemed like they belonged to a Roman God from Mt. Vesuvius, not a real human being.
She had to touch him to make sure she wasn't dreaming. He stood motionless not saying a word, watching this tiny dark-complected girl with two soft, bouncing matched mellows topped with wrinkled red nipples, slumber slowly toward him. Her heart pounded and her stomach quivered. Closer and closer-was it really a dream-was she going to wake up at the last moment?
His hands reached around her small waist, drawing her to his chest. Her heart pounded deep within her chest. She felt her body pulled into his grasp. She did not resist. His hand with the film, slid down her curved back slipping the canisters of film into her panties, down between her firm, hard cheeks, pressing it deeper until the film rested firmly in her moist damp bed of pussy hair.
"It's all yours, just like I promised, but if you don't mind me saying so, film is supposed to be stored in a cool dry place." He smiled, his white teeth bit her upper lip gently but deeply, drawing a single drop of blood. He scooped it up with his tongue.
Arching her head straight up, she peered deep into his eyes. "Thanks," she busted out laughing and knead him jokingly in the bulge that rubbed up against her bikini panties. While he was holding her tight, she felt the beast in his pants straining to be free. She teased him, rubbing her box gently back and forth, up and down and around in a circular motion. A small damp wet spot appeared on his pants just at the head of his dick, not tucked under like most men, but reaching upward, trying to free itself.
Running playfully into the kitchen, she dropped the film into the open kettle of water sitting on the stove. She had no choice but to believe the film in the canister was the same film he had used to photograph her love play. It had to be destroyed first before she became too involved and lost rational control.
"Want a drink?"
"Never drink", he said.
"How about something to eat?"
"Later, I promise." She caught his chuckle and smiled along with him.
"Like what you see?" She turned out the kitchen light, leaving only the night stand light in the bedroom directly behind her, to light the apartment.
He nodded his head.
"Want to see more? If you do, you'll have to take the rest off yourself! This ain't no restaurant. It's smorgasbord tonight. Take all you want ... eat all you want ... seconds are on the house."
She could feel her body begin to tremble. Awaiting his touch from those powerful hands seemed like an eternity. Why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he walling toward me, she wondered. Unable to wait any longer, she walked on the balls of her feet over to where he stood, towering over her, saying nothing, only smiling.
Slowly, with only her finger nails, she ran up his hairy chest, across his broad shoulder, down his muscular arms, in between his arms and chest, reaching back around to his back. Her nipples hardened at the first touch of his hairy chest. From the tips of her toes up the front of her legs and panties, she pressed every inch of her body close to his.
As soon as she felt his flesh on hers, she started sliding her breasts and cunt up and down and around in a circular rhythmic motion, as she had done before. Standing high up on her toes and arching her shoulders and chest back away from his, she slid his firm, hard rigid rod, still hiding beneath his pants, into the soft front ridge of her slit. He tensed his body, then pulled her into his powerful arms. His lips reached out, capturing her moist mouth.
Their tongues met, flicking each other's tips. First his powerful tongue thrust deep into her mouth, between her teeth and inner lips, then deep within her mouth, then gently across the top of her bottom lip. It was her turn. In and around, lightly, then stronger pulsating thrusts that matched her ramming drives of her hips into his muscular thighs.
She was totally within his powerful grasp, yet he was gentle and soft. He was obviously aware of his strength and knew how to use it. He was powerful. She was weak and this realization made her feel good. He was the man capable of possessing her as none else had done in the past. Many had tried. All had failed, leaving her longing for a man that could make love to her. Raise her to the limits of her endurance, take her beyond, then return her total body as she had always dreamed.
She could smell the sweat from their bodies melt together. It excited her senses and tingled her nose. His body odor was strong and manly; while hers was soft and delicately sweet. The raw nakedness engulfed her in a feeling of total freedom. Nothing was wrong, everything was right. Everything in the room seemed to disappear. The mugginess of the evening and sweat from their hot throbbing bodies covered them both in a thick blanket of perspiration. Her tongue caught the drops dangling on the hairs of his chest and she rolled them across the tops of her lips. Nothing seemed to stop her. She wanted to devour him totally. Kiss him. Lick him. Suck his very essence. Leaving nothing unexplored. Leaving nothing sacred.
"Spread your legs. Don't move a muscle, no matter what", she pleaded, sliding down the full length of his long body, coming to rest on her knees.
This was the moment she had been waiting for. Her eyes opened widely. She ran her hands lightly around his hips and the rock buried inside. It was hard, long, thick and hot; underneath his pants she could feel the heat pouring though. Beneath the rigid ramrod, she felt his two testicles filled to the brim with the come she longed to explode deep within her pussy.
She was in no hurry. She moved slowly, concentrating on every inch of his flesh. She had made up her mind when she first saw his body standing like a giant in the doorway, that this would be a night he, too, would remember for the rest of his life. She never went back on a promise.
She prided herself on her long finger nails and put them to work gliding up and down his powerful, hairy legs. His twitching muscles drove him on, higher and higher, until she arrived, at last, at his throbbing joint, cramped inside his pants, struggling to squirt its hot cream like a water pistol, deep in her loins.
It would have been easy to simply unhook his belt, unzip his fly and drop his pants and under-pants to the floor, freeing his beast that desperately desired to engulf and penetrate her hive now filled with flowing honey. It would have been, but why hurry.
That pleasure would be his soon enough, but not now, she thought. She would rack his body with the tortures of total pleasure, pleasures that bordered on insanity.
As she began, his powerful hands engulfed her breasts, squeezing them, pulling them, then stroking them. Never before had her breasts been handled with such total delight His hands ex-cited her tongue that licked at the inside of his thighs. Even through his pants, he felt the power of her flicking tip. After what appeared like hours, she dropped his pants to the floor leaving him clad in his cotton mesh bikini underpants sitting low on his hips.
He closed his eyes as she stroked his massive hunk of manliness from the bottom with only the tips of her fingers. The tingling sensation ran up and down his whole body, shaking and twitching his muscles.
Her own body quivered to his obvious delights. Both were reaching the 'first of many orgasms that were to end in a crescendo of pulsating thrusts and animal like groans.
Hardly a word had been spoken for half an hour, but no words needed to be spoken. They communicated with their tongues, their fingers and soon-oh, so soon-with the love potions churning within his wrinkled, hairy sack and her pulsating cunt.
With a slow-very slow rolling motion, she took down his bikini pants exposing the massive, red mushroom head of his long joint. Chills ran through her nipples, down into her pussy. Never had she seen such a big head on any man. He was built like a horse with a dork that continued to grow, once its head broke free of his pants. Seven inches ... no eight inches long and at least two-and-one-half inches thick. Maybe she was too small. Her small tight box, unaccustomed to any-thing this size, might be too narrow. His massive thrusts could tear her up inside. She was scared.
She could no longer hold back. Cupping his dick gently in both hands, she slid his total mass deep into her mouth. He smiled and raised his head to the ceiling in total ecstasy.
She was shocked. She could get his total prick in her mouth. Her body exploded in rapture, unleashing a flood of her own juices rolling down her legs.
Rolling her tongue around his massive penis, she continued to slide her rounded lips up and down the total length of his pink, hot tool. With her finger tips, she stroked his hairy scrotum sack, gently squeezing the jewels carried snugly inside.
Starting slowly then increasing to a crescendo of thrusts from her head and his hips, she sucked his shaft like a lollipop, feeling his volcano of lava building up deep within his joint. Her mouth lubricated itself as he swelled reaching its full massive length.
He squeezed her nipples, creating a shockwave of pain so joyful she became light headed, and her eyes dripped tears. Faster and faster she sucked on his full, hot penis. Harder and harder he pulled at her tits, stretching her nipples. Her body-racked with small electrical charges, shook, pouring forth sheets of perspiration that rolled down her breasts, mixing, as they had earlier in the evening, in her handful of black damp hair. The charges grew stronger ... stronger ... She sucked harder and harder; jamming, ramming, everything he had into her mouth. She tore into her panties, sliding her fingers into her wet slippery slip, searching for her clit. One touch and she found, for the second time in one night, the key to her internal explosion.
The cunt juices flowed like the dam had burst and she thrust fingers, drenched and dripping with her come, up into his mouth. He sucked hard, drinking in her warm, oily liquid , Once again she returned to her hairy slit and began to explore. Faster ... Faster ... Thrusting, sucking, fingering, squeezing, pulling ... sucking, more ... more ... deeper ... biting ... EXPLOSION!
Their orgasms touched each other off. Deep in the dark depths of his sack, gushers of white creamy come squirted up, up through the long tube running the full length of his dick and into her mouth. The alkaline taste drove her on sucking out his juices until her mouth was full and he was dry-at least for the time being. The hot giz filled her mouth, but she wasn't finished yet.
She jumped to her feet and met his lips. He knew what she wanted, but he did not resist. He explored her open mouth with his tongue. His own hot come slid back and forth between their tongues and lips mixing with their own saliva. They thrust their tongues into each others mouths again recreating the climar that had just engulfed them totally.
Swallowing the last globs of sperm, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom and turned off the light. Now it was her turn to be worked over.
It was 1:10 PM exactly. The all night DJ announced it in between an old Bill Haley hit from the early fifties and one of the more popular Beatle million-plus sellers from the middle sixties.
Her small, three room, fourth floor brown stone walk up off Central Park West was dark, muggy and totally silent, except for the toilet flushing off the kitchen, next to the dining room.
He had gently carried her naked, exhausted body into the bedroom and had disappeared. Frankly, she was glad. She had these few minutes to herself. It gave her a chance to relax, unwind mentally and physically.
Never had she felt the way she did at this very moment. If anyone had told her to describe how she felt, she knew they wouldn't believe a single word she would have uttered. She lay spread eagled, drenched in sweat that filled the room with an aroma that buried the stagnant air. She felt as if she was three feet off the ground, free, totally free and at peace with herself.
Her mind kept slipping from one thought to the next, totally incapable of staying on anything for more than a fraction of a second. A collage of images passed before her glassy stare covering the total span of her entire life. Without consciously trying to add meaning to what she saw, she sat like a small child in a movie theater, transfixed by the mere wonder of the movement passing before her eyes.
The bathroom door opened. The pictures stopped as she followed his bare feet, groping in the dark, first bump into the couch and then Aunt Mary's old antique floor lamp, before he finally stumbled into the doorway to the kitchen. w .
Inside, her ears strained a bit to hear the magnet latch on the refrigerator snap open. What was he doing in the refrigerator? Probably hungry, could be looking for a cold beer for a bit of strength she thought, turning on the radio.
"Sorry, no beer," she yelled into the dark, as she rolled over onto her side, sliding her arm under her head. "Only Diet Fresca."
His deep resonant voice responded, "Who said I was looking for something to drink."
"Then what is he looking for," she thought. If it wasn't food or something to drink, then what was it? "Here, let me help you," she yelled back, starting to get up.
"Stay there, I found it ... be right in."
"Surer
"Very sure," he said.
Little did Carol realize that she was in for an experience she had never dreamed of ... and the secret to what lay in store was held behind his back as he stood in the doorway.
"What did you find that you were looking for?", she asked anxiously, curious to hear his answer.
You'll find out soon enough. Trust me," he said, walking over to the edge of the bed. He stood erect, not an ounce of fat covering his tall, lean muscular frame.
She ran the palm of her hand over his left leg, lightly skimming the blond hairs. His long, limp dick jolted to life filling it's inner limits with blood, turning a deeper and deeper shade of red, until it jutted. out from his flat gut toward her face.
"Careful. It's got a trigger finger mechanism. The slightest touch, the slightest, and bang." He jolted toward her like a ghostly monster.
She was obviously shaken and rolled over on her back and over again till she stopped ... resting on her other side facing the wall.
What was he hiding? Her curiosity was mounting, she had to find out. Before she had a chance to ask him straight out a shocking streak of cold-freezing icicle electricity streaked down her spine into her cunt, down her legs, curling her toes. Her limp nipples, reacting to the cold, contracted, wrinkling into a tight raised mound of pink flesh. A second shiver jolted the tips of her shoulders and then one long stinging penetrating frigid, dull cold struck the base of her spine just above the round cheeks of her buttocks.
"Wh-what was that?"
Spinning around like a top, she searched the dark for an answer. She heard only his voice from the edge of the bed. "The Turks call it glacial rocks."
"Please," she begged, "tell me."
"Lay back, spread your legs and pull your knees up so your feet are flat on the bed." She responded without asking another question. It was his ballgame, she figured, and since it was his turn at bat, he was going to call all the plays for the rest of this game.
Her body quivered in anticipation of what was to happen next. He sensed her uneasiness and waited, letting her mind question the intensity of the next explosion to follow.
Silence. Dead silence filled the room. He had turned the radio off right after he sat down and she could only hear the two of them breathing. The street sounds that normally filtered up into the room were not there because of the thermal inversion.
After what seemed like hours, cold slid along the length of her right foot like the flame of a fuse burning. As quickly as it had appeared it was gone. Her left nipple trembled to the sudden slick, damp wet, freezing cold object that lit on the tip of the nipple then vanished into the dark.
Never had she felt this turmoil in her loins. Her mind began to vibrate with stinging electricity. What was he doing to her? Again and again in sudden swift sneak attacks he thrilled her body. No area was left untouched. Nipples, stomach, her warm soft thighs, even her hot sticky cunt felt the pleasure of his cold glacial rocks. "More ... more," she found herself screaming. "Don't stop."
She shook from head to toe, possessed by a strange magical power he seemed to hold over her. His strong hands reached in between her raised thighs down along her wet hairy cunt grabbing hold of her tight cheeks. Pulling them slowly apart, she felt a cold wet finger slide back and forth, over and around, probing her tight anus. Ripples of unknown delight tricked up through her stomach. He-this stranger with no name-was exploring her body with the deft touch of a master, a professional.
Inching his finger deeper and deeper into her anus, little by little, a swelling balloon sensation came-over her. Her tight contracting sphincteral muscles finally gave in allowing his finger to penetrate deep into her body, up to his knuckle.
Such an entry had never crossed her mind in her wildest dreams. It was wonderfully different and exciting the way his long finger probed, with-drew then pushed deeper until she felt she could take no more. Once he had entered to the full finger length, he' withdrew completely and reached across to a long, firm object laying on the bed where he had placed it.
A smashing white cold, stinging flash struck behind her eyes. Her body jolted then arched up rigid with electricity. Deep between her legs, a cold member was pushing, inch by inch, into her bowels. Her sphineteral muscles contracted, trying to repel this shivering intruder, but failed and heightened her ecstasy. Five full inches had entered her body. She could feel every inch, totally, but what in god's name was it?
Every inch of her body trembled and exploded internally, with flashes of hot and cold. Engulfed in her own delight, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing and pulling her nipples, multiplying her own delight. She thrilled to the pleasures he was giving her and was shocked at the way she loved to touch and fondle her own soft flesh.
Her body remained arched high into the air with both legs spread wide apart. Only her heels and shoulders touched the bed. "Oh, no," she screamed. "No, I can't take any more ... My god what are you doing to me ... NO MORE ... No, please don't stop. Yes ... Yes ... More ... Faster ... faster ... Yah ..
Her words turned quickly into groans that filled the apartment, bouncing off the walls. Her ears, head and the ridges, and the swollen lips of her wet hairy cunt felt the back and forth sloshing movements of his quick flickering tongue.
With rapid convulsive twitches, she exploded again and again and again. She wanted to stop but couldn't. She was possessed and felt as if she was coming apart, turning inside out then back again.
She fell unconscious and limp onto the bed, shivering from deep cold chills that slowly sub-sided in intensity. Totally exhausted and mentally drained, she slept as never before. Beads of sweat poured from her skin, cooling down the freezing volcanic convulsion that had minutes before liberated her mind from her body. She had reached deep into her loins and had given all she had to give-there was nothing left to bring forth. Only sleep.