Chapter 7
"A new vacuum cleaner?"
Larry looked at her with a question mark on his face. His Thailand trip had been a short one. He'd cleared things up in two days there and was gone a total of six. Normally-or at least in the past-Gert would have been glad to have him back so soon, but a change was coming over her. A change that was none too subtle, though she resolved to keep it to herself for the time being.
This none-too-subtle change had slammed into her mind with full force three days earlier, the morning after the Day of the Vacuum. She had been awakened by the sound of the door bell and, hastily throwing on a robe and running to answer it, opened the front door to find "Ah-ha-ha! Ready for a little more house cleaning?"
Concealing her sudden disgust for super Salesman's slicked-down hair and corn-fed laugh, she quickly put a finger to her lips.
"Shush up, you damned fool! My husband's home!"
"I thought he was in India or some place," he said, abashed.
"Thailand. He's back. He'll be back for a month.""
The man at the door frowned. "But I move to a new territory in three weeks."
Tough titty, Gert wanted to say. Instead she repeated, "Shush."
"Okay, okay, no more action, I get it. But what about my machine-the cleaner I left with you yesterday?"
"Shush!" Gert said a third time. Then, because it looked as if Greasy was beginning to doubt her story, she cocked an ear toward the ceiling behind her. "It's no one, dear-just a solicitor for magazines," she called loudly. To the man at the door she said hastily, "Quick, get out-of here. He'd jealous as hell and he keeps a .357 Magnum loaded up there-and he's got a roomful of trophies for marksmanship!"
Greasy was down the path and into his station wagon before Gert could say, "Ah-ha-ha!"
Fully awake now and moving back toward the stairs, the thought automatically came to her that it would be nice if Larry were up there waiting for her in bed. That was when the slam came-in waves:
Nice, bullroar. You're lucky he's away. Lucky? But But what? So he's off to Bangkok, right? And when he comes home what happens? He displays the Big Bangkok Bang. Big Deal!
But it is a big deal. I happen to like Sure, you like the going, but look what the waiting has done to you.
Hmmm. But that really hasn't been all that bad, either. Has it now?
So you've enjoyed yourself, but haven't you realized anything yet about that husband of yours? The big lie he palmed off on you?
Lie? What lie?
He complained about your lack of inventiveness, didn't he? But think about it? Just how goddamned inventive is he?
He-He, darling, sits around on his flabby ass and lets all those broads do him, that's what he does. Then he comes home and acts the part of the Big Teacher. Do you think for a minute that he ever initiates anything with all those foreign broads? Well, do you?
Larry does not have a flabby ass! She replied to herself. But the rest of it was....
And he had the fucking nerve to talk about her!
But she hadn't let herself dwell upon the thing. She'd kept herself busy with house chores and some honest-to-goodness clothes-buying until the day Larry came home unannounced.
It was not like him, not like their usual routine at all, but Gert didn't ask why. She was glad in fact that he had surprised her. Because when she thought about it, which she did right after he entered the house, she also got a none-too-subtle thought that if he had told her in advance when he was coming home that she might have arranged to be out somewhere. Anywhere. It was all rather disturbing.
He, of course, was not surprised to find her doing something other than waiting for him in bed. He was surprised however, to find her using a new vacuum cleaner in the dining room.
"What was the matter with the old one?" he asked.
"Not a thing, but this one's a demonstration model." She smiled at that, but inwardly. "And it came to next to nothing. And it's got a better assortment of attachments than the other one, which we can use in the garage for the cars or something. You don't have anything against cleanliness, do you?"
He smiled an old-style Larry-tvpe smile. "I'm glad you asked me" that. Upstairs to the bathroom. Now."
"The Big Bangkok Bang?" she asked. It just slipped out.
But he missed the tone, if in fact there had been anything to miss. "Come on. I'm ready."
"Pot?" Gert asked, over the sound of the shower water.
The shower had been running its hottest a full force for an hour with door and window shut. Upon Larry's call, Gert had entered the steam-filled room, Larry standing before her, bowing low from the waist, his hands clasped together at his chest. Both wore short Thai silk Kimono-like robes of striped pink, blue and purple. As she hastily closed the door behind her, she noted that on the bathroom floor Larry had arranged two throw pillows. Indicating that she was to sit down on one, he with a ritual somberness lowered himself to the other in a lotus position, like a sitting Buddha. She followed suit.
"Good?" he asked.
She inhaled the steam deeply. After the initial assault of the heat, the skin-and lung-soaking was pleasant, nice. She nodded. "Good."
Larry also took a deep breath and let the air out slowly through his nostrils. "Cleanses the body and relaxes the mind," he said. "This too is for the mind."
He reached up to the sink and fished out something short and white. Reaching in again, he brought out a cigarette lighter. He lit the cigarette and passed it to her.
"I don't feel like smoking now," she had told him, also noting that the cigarette had no filter. She couldn't remember when she'd last tried a non-filtered "It's a special weed." Larry had said. "And part of the scene at today's smoke house in Bangkok."
"Pot?" Gert asked. "But why?" She looked at the thing with doubt. She'd often wondered what smoking pot would be like, but right now she wasn't sure....
"Breathe like this," Larry told her, again taking a deep gulping breath, letting the air out slowly. She imitated him, but still held the cigarette away from her lips, gingerly.
"Good," he said. "Now take a deep pull on the weed like that. Go ahead, you'll be fine."
She put the burning thing to her mouth, reluctant to draw, but the insistent look on Larry's face forced her on.
"Now hold it in," Larry said. "Hold it deep down inside you for a while. Then let it out slowly, very slowly. Good, that's it."
She did as bid and at his request passed the joint back to him. He took two long drags and returned it to her, eager now for her turn. She was no longer doubtful about this stuff, enjoying the-the colors of their new kimonos, for instance. As she looked at Larry's, the vertical rainbows were transmuted from things sharp, and bright to fading softening blurring hazes, melting and blending into watery-real stream patterns. "Relaxing," she said.
She then studied her husband's face. Exquisite. And she had been angry with-him, she remembered. But why? Who could be angry at such an exquisitely handsome, exquisitely relaxing man? She too was exquisite, she thought to herself, and suddenly had the urge to view her own face.
Abruptly she stood to look into the mirror, and, steam-clouded as it was, it did not stop her from seeing in sharp detail the beautifully sculptured face with pinks and reds and pale yellows and mauves and soft blues kaleidoscoping across the features that looked back at her.
"I'm wonderfully beautiful," she told the image matter-of-factly. Her hands moved to the tie on the robe and she opened it, letting the silk slide luxuriously down her shoulders and arms and from her to the oblivion of the floor. Her hands caressed her breasts, and then, hugging herself lightly, spontaneously, she purposefully moved fingers over her neck and down well-toned arms, fingers which then gracefully traced along her narrow waist, up to her torso and again to her breasts. She was soft and warm and wonderful and beautiful.
Through the euphoria of her senses, she felt lips kissing the backs of her calves, then the backs of her knees. Then he was standing behind her, gently rubbing his body against hers. Before her she saw materialize a joint. She pulled on it deeply, savoring the sweet raw taste of the smoke filling her lungs. It was her man, she supposed, who supported her as she sank backward and down, sitting again on a pillow, this time his. And it was he following her, still lightly pressing against her back. She leaned into him, forcing him backward until he made a shuddering contact against the dripping wet tub. He then slid his legs out and encircled her waist with them, she feeling maleness growing against her warm wet body.
Maleness. Cock. And no sooner had she thought the words when the vision of what she could not turn her head to see, what in fact was embedding itself into her spine, was granted her.
It was before her, directly before her, above her. Dangling and floating, growing and expanding, lengthening and widening, wetter now and hotter now and filling the room, taking up the breathing space through its burning, smothering And she thrust a hand upward to ward off its menace, at the same time pushing her body back against the stability of her man companion who would guard and protect her from But she went back farther than it seemed it was right she should and the looming hulking phallus in the air dissolved but was fast replaced with the reality of another, not so large as the first and not freewheeling, but attached to sturdy thigh muscles that rose from behind her upward-looking eyes, and she peeked at the prickness above which was reality that could be grasped, held onto, an anchoring pinion she could clutch in warding off damage from the storm that was upon her, that angry gale, that hungry Hungry.
And again mood was displaced by mood and the sensation of starving, of dying for lack of nourishment, a totally new feeling-no, once as a girl, at a carnival, she thought she'd die if she didn't get one of those drooling hot dogs that And it was a hot dog above her and it was drooling and the angle was all wrong, but she had toxconsume that taunting spectre and she raised her head and hands and turned her neck, trying openmouthed to And it was gone, that spectre.
And Larry who had been standing, then squatting behind her, pushed her up to an upright seated position again, and her head cleared and she heard his voice:
"Not yet. ... Later you'll have your chance. ... Right now, I'm going to...."
And she could feel his fingers deep into the nape of her neck, kneading fingers down her body, and the mind-blurring pot, the sight-dimming steam, the touch-softening pillows-the scene as was-began to recede, contrasting vividly with the harsh roughness of his strong hands gouging her shoulder blades, squeezing her waist.
And his voice, too, was firm, soft, soft, firm. " ... supposed to be the woman massaging the man, but ... you remember our dildo? Sure ... smokehouse girl had one, smaller ... but ... and I'm doing you like she did me....And no need for a dildo ... wear my own ... hands feel good?"
And all she could do was bob her head because his hands felt so good in their kneading of shoulder and spine and ribs and back, and she nodded again because she wanted to answer him but she couldn't say. But he was saying ... new position....Here, I'll...."
And she felt the strength of him moving her, positioning her, and her forehead now was resting on one of the pillows (which also kept her breasts from the sweating tiles) and the other pillow was under her stomach and hips and he was again gouging his hands into her and She felt the length of his cock brush gently between her buttocks and the softness of that contrasted with the roughness of his hands- "And the dildo like this, teasing, rubbing ... all around the rear, not going in ... softly screwing just around...."
And it was there, his hard dripping cock hovering at her rectum, the hot bulbous tip inserted deep between her crack. Ass-fuck. Yes, she wanted to be fucked, roughly, bunghole fucked, buggered, hard like the hands spanning her back. But he held it there, pressing it hard against her but not entering. She pushed to meet it, to devour it, but it slid wildly down her crack toward her vagina and then back up again as his hands pressed her rump down onto the carpet, then lifted, only to give her two stinging slaps on those buttocks. Then two more, followed by two shipping lashes of spear-like fingertips.
"Don't move," she heard him command.
She lay still, feeling the hands again grip her shoulders, the cock again founder at her hole. With each sinking of his hands into her shoulder blades he pushed his phallus at her. Lightly. Slightly. Barely perceptibly. At, around and just into the distended entrance, then pulling it out. His tongue now was pushing hard against the small of her back as though to enter her there with that tool. She wanted to move. To feel hot vastness puncture her deep and hard.
Knees now were pressing into her hips, his thighs joining hers and that tantalizing tip resting ever so lightly on her. Resting on and entering in, entering but not not not plumbing her depths. She squeezed her sphincters, trying to make the little head-end captive within her. She didn't want any more message. Not now. A good ass-screwing was what she wanted. She wanted the fuzziness of mind and body to be attacked and dissipated, to feel the hard reality of a pulsing, pounding prick tearing away at her rectum. Her butt lifted into the air unmindful of the slapping stings he was giving her as she moved. Lord, she just had to have it!
And now Larry spanked her buttocks hard, pulling his cock from her hole completely and lashing her rear with it. God, don't leave! He was hitting her with outstretched fingers and it felt like the stinging of a rubber band snapping against her taut flesh. His cock whipped against her upper thighs in prodding strokes. She spread her legs, pushing his apart. Her cunt ached now. Cunt and ass, but he God, it wasn't her back or shoulders she wanted slapped now. It was her cunt and her ass which needed beatings. Grinding pounding driving merciless beatings.
Her head cleared then-from the effects of pot and steam. Then other effects crashed into her with fiery fullness, an unholy NEED!
She tried to spin around. To meet that cock head on, to suck it into her with cunt or ass or mouth or anything. But he pushed her down, again sending biting slapping fingers up and down the length of her body. Flattening her with his extended body he reached under her, roughly grabbing her breasts with his hands. With a fury he circle-massaged them until the nipples stretched grew and crinkled under the hot friction of his rubbing palms.
His torso was now grinding into her buttocks, his extended cock rubbing her crack. As he pressed himself to her she could feel the cock nearing her rear again. She stilled herself, determined not to move if, if only, he would just put it in her again a little, just a little. And nearer and nearer it came, touching, testing, and then And then it was gone.
His prick, it was gone.
Good God, it was gone!
And he gave her three rapid heartbeats for the realization to strike her-then he struck her. He. It. GLORIOUS COCK FN ASSHOLE! With a pile driving rocket-pounding thrust his cock slammed into her clenched tightened buttocks and speared deep into her rectum, splitting her body and now reaming, ramming-with her doubling at the waist to heighten the target, and he forcing her flat again, while thrusting heaving shoving tearing into the narrowness of her, using her breasts as anchors, forcing them downward as he burrowed into her aching, splitting rear. , Gasping for breath, and strength and control as well, she again tried to bend her body upward, to widen the chasm of her insides. Again his hands whipped from her breasts and onto her back, shoving her hard against the pillow below. Again his hands flailed her back as his mindless prick tore its way through her. With frantic effort, she lifted her torso off the floor, unmindful of the heavier more frenzied beating of his hands and cock. As her pathway expanded she could feel him shudder and spasm. Her muscles contracted feeling the pulsing prick tremor against her tightness again. The tremors started counter tremors in her. They drove at each other, her ass reaching upward to suck his life from him, his hands still flailing against her.
Suddenly he shoved her flat again and, with one final thrust aimed straight against the side walls of her" anus, spewed his hot semen into her.
The sensation and pressure on her tender tissues shook her body in its own eruption of spasms and body-shaking tremors. She pushed against him, wiggling her bottom to get the most of his fast-wilting shaft. She wanted to make it, to climb that peak, wanted to, had to. Pushing and tightening and grinding her pelvis against the rug she strove for the climax. His jism was already pouring out her hole and dripping down her legs. He was finished? No, he had to help her make it. She had to, had to! She shoved hard against him and met a limp, withdrawn cock!
"You bastard! You goddamned fucking bastard!"
She screamed, knowing she could have cried. She had needed to come, had needed to, and Larry had just rolled-from her and onto his back, his arms outstretched, one resting on her thigh. She couldn't believe it. He had always made sure she was satisfied before he came.
Her body was numb, her mind no longer blurred by the haze of pot or the mist of steam coming from the streaming shower which now was beating into her mind-sharp, annoying tattooing sounds, piercing her frustration like his cock had "You bastard!"
"That's what happens in a smoke house," he said amiably. "The girl satisfies the man. He takes his fill of how and what he wants, period. Generally he doesn't have to enter the girl-unless he particularly wants to. You-you should feel honored-I deigned to enter you."
Gert looked at him unbelievingly. His trips always meant good things for her. But this time And her earlier thoughts began to creep back, those thoughts of his damned nerve And, furious, she stood to move to the door. His hand around her ankle stopped her. Standing up beside her he drew her to him. "C'mon, let's shower," he said.
"Fuck you!" she cried.
"Yes," he answered.
He reached into the shower and turned the knobs the proper way. He stepped in, pulling Gert with him. The shock of the water on her tense skin made her gasp. Suddenly submissive now, she watched as Larry picked up the round of lemon soap and twirled it in his hands. When he had a good lather he gently began soaping Gert's neck, shoulders and breasts.
He turned her into the force of the shower and from behind rinsed her, his hands stroking the lather from her skin. The tender concern of his hands contrasted vividly with the memory of his brutal assault on her minutes earlier, the lashing and reaming and selfishness of him dimming as he drew the tautness, the tension from her.
When he reached her lower body he grabbed a washcloth from the rack at the side of the tub. Wrapping the soap in it, he held it under the shower, the cloth bubbling with the froth 'from within. Then the soap ball was gone and he was spreading her legs with his hands, one a washcloth-covered hand which moved directly and strokingly to her vaginal area, gently, slowly, purposefully.
She leaned back against Larry, her head becoming dizzy with the sensation of an orgasm beginning to build. It would be a clitoral come, pulsing in Larry's cloth-gloved hand with its thumb rubbing against her clitoris, its other fingers into her, washing her insides with the rough but gentle soapy cloth, all his fingers drawing toward each other-the ones on the side reaching to meet his thumb-and away and together and away, flashing hot pulsing pressure, picking up in head-swimming speed, pleasurably swimming stroking along with that old familiar but ever new come-accompanied by a dizziness that made her weak-kneed and blurry-eyed.
And now, trying to stand, afraid to lean too hard, confused, delighted, thrilled (hot flash-God-flash), she felt a lone finger of his free hand prod at her rectum. Once, twice, while the clitoris-cunt rhythm went on.
And then it was there. A long deep thrust and it was there. She came with a slow, low moan escaping her lips. And rumbling moan barely audible but with the internal force of a shriek.
He turned her to him, held her, supporting her, loving her.
"Bastard?" he asked.
The question demanded no answer, nor was she sure she would have been capable of one. She lowered herself to the bottom of the tub, leaning her head against his right knee. The water drummed against her back in soft pelting drops. It was nice, very nice. When she lifted her head, Larry was washing himself, vigorously scrubbing under his arms and around his chest. When he reached to do his stomach and hips she took the cloth from him.
"Let me," she said.
He nodded, smiling. "But don't make it a long thing. We've got more ahead of us. A real special thing."
She looked up at him. More? For him or her or , both, she wondered. She wanted a good screwing right now, nothing fancy. Just a plain good old simple hop-on-top screwing. And there was a way for her to get that, all right.
Slowly Gert washed his limp cock and the balls beneath it. Reaching around him and spreading his buttocks, she stroked his crack and cleansed and soaped it, holding him apart as she turned him to the shower and let rivulets of water stream over him. As she washed his legs she pulled his cock into her mouth, drawing on it with hard pulls, deep sucks that would spark it to throbbing life.
As it grew and expanded she felt the thrill that reveled in her ability to take this smallness between her lips and feel it slowly filling her, feeding upon her feeding until he was erect and as strong and ready as he ever was going to be, Which he was now; and now he was Pulling away from her?
"Excellent," he said, rinsing the soap from his legs. "Now we'd best dry off."
With which he stepped out of the tub and to the towel rack, taking one for himself and starting to use it.
Gert turned off the water and stepped to the floor beside him. Catching the towel he tossed her, she began, "Larry-"
He laughed. "Yes, Gert, you are going to get fucked. You are going to get fucked properly, fucked any damned way you want, fucked for a long long time. In face we're going to insure it's a long long time. I should say you're going to insure it."
Warily she asked. "I am? How do you mean?"
"Can you hum, Gert?"
"Hum?"
But he opened the bathroom door and briskly walked out.
"Hum?" she said again, running to follow him as he strode toward their bedroom. But a blast of cold air on her just-steamed skin sent her scuttling past him and into the bed under the covers, shivering and shaking.
Laughing at her, Larry stood beside the bed, his good-sized cock standing straight before him. He cupped his balls in his hands.
"Sit up and open your mouth like this," he told her, forming his own into a cavernous elliptical shape. "Good. Now hum. Huuuuuuuummmmmmmm."
She laughed in spite of herself. The goose bumps were burgeoning on his body and there he was standing holding his gonads and humming like a simple fool.
"Do it," he ordered her, but in a friendly tone. As she opened her mouth as wide as she could he stepped closer to the bed, still cupping his balls. And as she began to clamp down her lips in the mmmm sound of the hum she met his fingers, fingers which gently pried her mouth open as he popped his balls into her extended mouth!
"Now," he said, lifting himself onto the bed and over her face, "huuummm."
Testingly, she made the humming sound, the first try in a long-drawn-out way that she sensed was correct, feeling the vibrations of her lips and mouth and throat pulsing against his taut balls. The smell of fresh lemon on his slick, clean skin reached her nostrils. He tasted good and smelled better. She continued the gentle mouthing of his balls, humming, now in a staccato fashion, then in the first way, alternating between the two as tension began building in his prick, its veins standing out more and more prominently, pulsing and straining against the restrictions of his skin.
Reaching up, she used both of her hands to grasp his cock by the root, an awkward position that didn't allow her to stroke him the way she wanted, but did enable her to squeeze and pinch him in time with her breathing. One hand moved up awkwardly to cover the tip of his prick and met with lubricating jism which told her success was moments away.
Hum ... squeeze ... huuuuuummmm ... squeeze ... rub....His cock was standing straight before her face and she wanted to watch it spew right before and in her eyes and nose and mouth, a vanity, a payment for a job well done." ... She prepared for her reward by moving her hand away from the tip, down along the shuddering shaft very slightly. Humming with longer drawn out sounds, the vibrations made her own mouth tingle to the thrill of it all, this new way that now was making his whole body tremor and shimmer with wildness.
And then, as she opened her mouth to take in some air and to come down on him with fully mmmmmmming lips, she could feel his balls contracting more and more tightly. His cock pressed insistently on her hands which pressed back at him; her tongue swirled over the roughness of his puckered gonads and, when the cock-throb told her, she pushed them against the roof of her mouth with a gentle but firm and unyielding pressure.
She watched him shoot high into the air and could literally feel his balls draining, becoming smaller, more relaxed within her mouth.
Lord, so that's how it really is! She thought with amazement. And her body shook with the sensuality of it all and she laughed as his come washed over her face and hair and eyes and-mmmmmm!
"That, my dear, is a Thai hum job," he told her wearily.
"That," she countered happily, "was insurance. Remember?"
He remembered, and he fucked her. As promised. It was for a long long time.
Then, as he slept, Gert again let her thoughts return to her teenage-years, to Marvin. Back to that day when she had maneuvered him up to her bedroom while her parents were out.
"I just want you to teach me what this sex thing is all about," she had said to him. "Everybody talks about it, and it's time I found out whether it's all they crack it up to be. Of course, if you're afraid, Marvin."
"Afraid? Me!" he had demanded, trying to act the man of the world. She had been used to that. All teenage boys had to defend their masculinity. But Marvin had seemed a bit nervous about the big Doberman pinscher she had as a pet in those days. The dog lay in the corner of the room, however, evidently paying no attention to the two youngsters.
Remembering, now, Gert smiled at how nervous she had been. But she managed to get herself naked, and, as cat-like as she could, crawled up the bed to the pillow. She turned on her back and smiled up at Marvin. He sat down on the bed, a full three feet away from her, and seemed to relax a bit. "Okay. Gertie, come over here, baby, and let's have some fun."
As Marvin looked at Gert lying there ready and willing and anxious, he decided he should give her a good time. He got in the bed with her and soon he was making passionate love to her.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, as he straddled her, I'm gonna rub my butt on your beautiful bosoms."
Marvin's buttocks gently caressed her bosoms. He was pointing his penis at her mouth temptingly.
"You're really gonna enjoy sucking on this," he smiled. "All the other girls like to."
That bothered her. In her mind's eye she could see him having a lot of girls doing things with him in this intimate manner.
"Maybe I'm one who won't," she pouted.
"You promised," Marvin reminded her.
Now he was moving closer to her. He reached out with one hand and let his fingers run through her hair. Then he gripped his cock with his other hand and guided himself to her mouth.
"Open your mouth, sweetheart," he told her, "I've got something nice to shove in there."
She opened her mouth and slowly he slid inside. Her lips clamped tightly on the head of his shaft and she let her tongue lightly lick over the juicy head of his cock.
"Oh, baby," he smiled, "I want you to suck it so bad." It didn't take her long to get a good suction action going.
"Beautiful," he smiled, "oh, baby, that's how you do it. Suck my prick."
It was amazing to Gert how easy it was for her to suck Marvin's cock. Instinctively she enjoyed him. She saw his big balls swaying in front of her eyes and she reached back to clasp his ass cheeks as he gently pushed backward and forward.
"You're really doing it nice," he said, "for a beginner you're fantastic. Oh, baby, that's it, use your teeth. Bite light. Oh, honey, suck it."
He was really pumping it to her now. He wanted to caress the head of his shaft on the back of her throat. Ramming forward hard he panted, "Oh, baby, let me deep throat fuck you. Ohhh, ahhh, oh, yes, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
His penis slid down her throat. And she was getting more and more excited every moment.
"Eat it," he commanded. "It's good for you. Lots of vitamins in it."
She continued sucking his cock. All the time his swaying balls were swelling. For Marvin was about to shoot his white cream into her hot mouth.
"You don't know how good it feels to me, Gert," he panted. "Oh, baby, keep it up. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, suck it, Gert, suck it off."
He couldn't stand it any longer. The hot white cream flash-flooded her face as she got the first taste of young Marvin's sperm. She discovered then how much she enjoyed it.
"Swallow it," he begged. "Oh, baby, suck it. Swallow it. Eat it."
With both hands on her head he guided himself. Finally when he was finished, she looked at him through misty eyes.
"I never knew I'd enjoy that so much," she said softly.
"You see," he said, "you had to taste me. And now you know."
He rolled over beside her and wrapped an arm around her lovingly. He let his hand play with her bosom as he talked to her.
"It's so funny," he said, "but every time I fuck off, I feel like I'm unwinding. It's a wonderful sensation."
"You bet it is," she said, "and it's just what you and I have needed for a long time."
She was only too eager to enjoy him some more. She imagined what it would be like to feel his huge penis sliding into her pussy. Reaching down to his limp cock she toyed with it.
"How many times have you gone off?" she smiled.
"What do you mean, baby?" Marvin asked Gert.
"I mean, how manv times can you get your rocks off one after the other?"
"I did it nine times one time." he smiled.
"Without stopping?" she giggled.
"No, that was all night and early in the morning," he said'. "I was doing it with a real foxy chick who loved to fuck like you wouldn't-believe. She was fantastic. Wouldn't even let me alone when I'd have to go to the bathroom to take a leak. She wanted to get right there and suck on it all the time."
"Who was she?" Gert asked curiously. "What's it to you?" he said. "I'm not telling you her name."
"That's nice," she said, "I think a man shouldn't tell every girl he screws. I admire you."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," he smiled back.
As Gert played with his penis, it became larger and larger.
"Let me get down there around your crotch and stroke it," she said.
"It's all yours," Marvin said, parting his legs eagerly.
She rested her head on his thigh and she looked at his huge penis swelling.
"I want to feel that big cock of yours shoving in my pussy," she said. "I'd love that."
"I bet you've got a nice tight twat," he smiled.
"You know it," she said. "I've had sex a couple of times. And they always loved it."
"I can see why," he smiled, "you're a beautiful girl."
When Gert knew she had Marvin about as hard as he could get, she had another idea.
"If I put some oil on your cock," she said, "I could give you a super slick hand job."
"That's not a bad idea," he smiled. "Get some oil. Try it."
Gert went away from the bed for a moment and got a plastic container of oil. Then returning, she poured some into the palm of her hand. With both hands she rubbed his penis with the oil. It glistened.
"I like the sight of it," she said, "when it glistens this way."
"Go ahead and pump it," he said. "Quit admiring it."
She gripped it evenly and pumped vigorously.
"You've got a good hand rhythm for jacking off," he said.
"Don't all girls?" she smiled.
"Some of them don't know how to do it at all," he confided. "It's that natural sex instinct. And, baby, you've got it. You love to fuck and suck and I'll bet you've had plenty of men. Not just two like you're telling me."
"I'm not gonna tell you," she giggled, "why should I? You tell me that's best kept quiet about who you've fucked with. I won't ask you and you don't ask me."
All the time that she was talking she was pumping on his penis. Her eyes were focused on the ' head of it. "How would you like to ride my cock?" he smiled. "You could slide down it now. It'll slip into your pussy smoothly. It's all slick and nice."
She nodded. Then she straddled him. Grasping the cock she slowly let her pussy slip over his penis shaft.
"Wow!" she panted as she felt the huge cock surge inside her.
"Fuck em," he begged, "fuck, baby,-fuck. That's it. Put your pussy in motion. Oh, sweetheart, grab it. Snap it."
"How do I snap it?" she asked as her bosoms jiggled as she rode his thrusting cock.
"You pull it with your pussy muscles and release it," he said, "that's what they call snapping pussy, sweetheart."
He was really excited and so was she.
"Oh, baby." she said softly, "you don't know how good it feels to have you in me. Don't ever take it out of me. I always want that big cock of yours fucking me."
This got him excited. He realized he had found a girl who thrilled to sex as much as he did. He knew it was a difficult thing for so many women couldn't get this turned on. She was a prize find.
"Fuck it, baby," he panted, "oh, baby, swing that hot ass."
Reaching back he gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed them. He loved the sight of her bouncing breasts.
"Fuck it," he exclaimed, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Oh, fuck me."
She looked at him and got so excited she felt herself juicing. At this point she realized how easy it was for her to get excited.
"I'm coming," she exclaimed. "Oh, Marvin, I made it."
Marvin enjoyed sliding in her slick pussy juices more than ever. And it triggered his own climax.
"Oh, baby, I'm getting my rocks off," he panted. "I made it. Right on target together with you."
His hot juices flooded her pussy. And she milked his creamy cock with her gripping grasping vagina muscles.
"Fuck me," she gasped, "fuck, baby, fuck. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. That's how you do it. Fuck it."
The enormous pleasure that she felt at this point was evidenced by the fact that she was perspiring all over. Then she glanced down at her young lover and noticed he was perspiring, too. They slipped back and forth in their own sweat. Bending over, she kissed him. He kept his hands on her ass while she kissed. Looking at him she smiled.
"I know you," she said, "I know all about you. I know you're a real tiger."
"Oh, baby," he said, "why didn't we ball before?"
"Because I was a stupid fool," she said quietly, "but I'm not a fool any more."
She pulled off and as she did so once more the big Doberman pinscher came over to sniff her pussy.
"He wants to lick you," Marvin laughed. "Let him lick it. It won't hurt you."
At this point Gert felt so uninhibited and relaxed she lay on the bed and parted her legs. The big dog got down there and sniffed at her snatch and licked.
"Beautiful," he smiled, "oh, baby, that's really something."
She observed that her young lover was getting a hard-on watching the dog lick her pussy.
"Open your pussy lips and let him slip that nice long tongue of his in there, baby. It'll be a lot of fun for you."
Enjoying it so much Gert did as she was told. Parting her pussy lips she let the dog's huge tongue slip inside. It flipped back and forth, exciting her no end.
"Eat my pussy," she panted anxiously. "Ohh, ahhh, Tommy, lick me. Love me."
The big dog wagged his tail as he ate her pussy.
She juiced again. As the sticky love juice flowed, the dog lapped hungrily.
When he had finished he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and jumped off the bed and went back to the side of the room and curled up. However, her young lover was still jerking.
"Jerk it for me," he said, "sometimes I like to have it jacked off."
She realized that she enjoyed the bizarre act of the dog licking her more than anything. She was still in a daze. Coming over to her, Marvin sat on the edge of the bed.
"Pull on it," he said, "I want you to pull it off. Watch it shoot."
She gripped his penis and began rhythmically pulling. It would be a novelty to see how far he could shoot. She pulled vigorously and he smiled.
"Keep it up," he told her. "Oh, baby, that's what I want you to do."
All at once she brought him there.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled, "you're really doing-it."
The hot cream splashed on his belly as he watched her finish him off.
She didn't take her hand off his pulsating penis until he had completed shooting.
"You did shoot pretty high, honey," she smiled at her young lovef.
"Lick it off my belly," he grinned.
"All right," she said, bending over and letting her tongue lightly lick his belly. She got all the creamy come of it and then looked into his face. "Are you satisfied?"
"More than I've ever been before," he said, "there was something about the way that dog fucked you that really made my balls itch."
"Didn't you ever see a dog fuck a girl before?" she smiled.
"No, I haven't ever seen that," he admitted, "and it is a beautiful sight. I bet it would be a fantastic feeling for you if he slid that big dog cock of his into your pussy."
"I'll tell you a secret," Gert giggled.
"Oh, no," he chuckled, "I think I know your secret already. You've already done it with the dog. Is that right?"
"Yes," she said. "He was horny for me. I couldn't help it. But he's a blue blood."
"You've got papers on him?" he asked. "He's a real purebred?"
"You bet we have," she said. "He comes from a long line of Doberman pinschers. And his forebearers were born in Brussels."
"Well then you weren't just fucking with any dog," he chuckled.
"No," Gert answered. "And I'm sure there's a difference. Not that I've done it with a lot of dogs or anything, but there is something about the way Tommy fucks me that's incredible."
"Why don't you let him fuck you now?" he suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't," she said, "we've had enough sex with each other tonight."
"Well next time I drop by, baby," he said, "I want to see that big dog stab his dog cock into you. That would be a real treat."
She looked at him enticingly.
"You're beautiful," she said, "you really are, Marvin, and I will have sex with you again. I was wrong about not letting you eat my pussy when you wanted to at the drive-in last week." She had gotten out of the car and walked home.
"Thank you," he said. "I'm glad you feel that way. It bothered me that I made such a fuss. But you were so gorgeous, baby, and that picture was so dull I thought I had to eat your box."
"I don't know whether that's a compliment or not," she said. "Maybe the picture was so miserable that my box seemed good."
"No, baby," he said, "you are something else. Every guy at school wants to fuck you, Gert."
Gert laughed.
"You're exaggerating, Marvin," she said. "You know that's not true."
"You should hear the guys in the gym talk about you." he said, "they all say they would like to lay you."
"That's a great compliment," she said softly. "And it's so sweet of you to tell me about it."
A few moments more and Marvin left. But the urge to have sex with her big dog Tommy didn't leave.
"Tommy," Gert called softly to the dog. The dog understood and bounded over to the bed.
"Tommy, love," she said quietly, "would you like to fuck me?"
She looked at the dog intently.
"Oh, baby, you would," she exclaimed as she looked between the big dog's legs and saw his huge shaft.
She pulled on the head of his penis and then she lay back. Using the pillows once more she positioned herself so the dog could stab into her. This time Tommy knew exactly what to do. The huge dog cock stabbed in with hard strong thrusts.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she said, "oh, baby. Give it to me. Fuck-jne. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby."
The fantastic rapture that she felt as the big dog shoved his dick in and out of her pussy surprised her. For she never knew he could get this excited. His rear end seemed to be trembling and his dog tail was waving.
"Fuck it, Tommy," she begged, "way up there, boy. That's the way to do it."
As if he understood, the big dog pressed down hard with his front paws and rammed forward with his huge cock. Suddenly he exploded. She squeezed, milking the juices into her vagina.
"Ohhh, Tommy," she groaned as she patted the Doberman pinscher. "Oh, baby, fuck, fuck me."
Her voice was trembling as the dog finished screwing her.
When he pulled out and some of his come dripped on her body she looked longingly after him.
"You're a lover," she smiled, "do you know that, baby?"
The dog looked into her eyes. He wanted to speak but he couldn't. But his eyes spoke for him.
"Yes," she said, "you know it. I can tell by the way you look at me. Oh, Tommy, love, we've got to fuck each other every so often. I wish I could have done more with you tonight, baby."
She reached down to fondle the dog's balls and stroke his cock.
A little more juice emitted from the head of his shaft.
Just then she heard her father come in. She hurried back to the bed, and wiped some of the dog come off with the sheet.
When her father came in the room he immediately noticed something strange.
"What is that smell?" he asked.
"Smell?" she said. "Maybe it's my Chanel."
"It's not Chanel," he said, "it's a strange odor. I can't place it."
She was thankful he couldn't.
As he looked at her lying in bed with one bosom showing, he chided her.
"Pumpkin," he smiled, "I wish you would wear your nightie to bed. You'll tempt your old man to want to play with you."
"It wouldn't hurt to play with my bosoms, daddy," she smiled.
Her father reached down and gently stroked her firm round breast.
"It would be hard to stop there," he said as he looked at her intently.
But then he seemed to change his mind, blushed, and walked out of the bedroom.
Now, laying on her side and remembering it all, Gert looked at Larry's sleeping face. She remembered too that the big dog wandered off a few days later and she never saw her pet again. She thought how funny and sad it was that all the lovers in her life seemed to wander off.
A few days later, Larry wandered off too, on another one of his trips.