Chapter 11
Miss Beth Annis
Seyville, Maine 98702
Dear Ruthie:
Boy, did I ever get a riding just now! My cunt feels like it's been had by some machine gone wild-I came so many times I may not want to do it again for five or ten minutes!
I met the guy on the walk outside. I didn't recognize him, but he was very friendly and open and honest right off the bat, the way people are out here.
"Would you like to ball?"
"Uh ... " Have you ever known me not to want to ball? Still, I wasn't sure what to say. I'm still not used to the way these people are-but on the other hand, he was a nice specimen, and while my mind was balking my twat was saying "take it, fool!"
"Sure," I replied brightly.
"I'm glad." He took my arm and led me into the main building.
His "area" was back behind the old furnace, down in the basement. It was small, but in the summer when it was hot outside, the basement was cool. And when it was cold in the winter, the furnace was warm. His area was clean and there was a small bed in the corner that looked safe enough-that was all I gave a damn about! I wasn't wearing any panties and I could feel my cunt slick up into the crotch of my jeans right away. I hoped he was as good, as he looked.
With such quick movements that I hardly even realized what was happening, he unbuttoned my pants and urged them down my legs. They spilled around my legs to my feet and I was suddenly standing with my moist bush to the open breeze. I stood like a lump, but he took care of everything; had my workshirt off in nothing flat. I never wear a bra here, so my nice titties greeted him.
"Very nice."
"Thanks." I could feel my nipples move as they stood up and I felt a desire for possession welling up that screamed "Fuck!" I like a battle cry. But I still stood, naked now, while he strolled around me and examined my tingling flesh like a gynecologist.
Finally he disappeared behind me and stayed for a moment. The next thing I knew I was being prodded to action at last ... I felt his hard cock lay flat, squeezed between my buttocks like a hot-dog and bun. I felt his finger prod then slip into my asshole and I practically sat on it in mid-air. "Ahhhhhhhh," I groaned-Beth was really hot!
"Fire when ready," I murmured.
"Move over to the bed."
I stepped out of my pants and did as I was told while he kept his throbbing cock between my cheeks and his finger deeply imbedded in my ass. The friction of the walking almost made me cum in a few short feet ... I wouldn't have done anything to stop it if it had.
He pulled his cock away and commanded "Lie on the bed." He kept his finger in my ass-it was getting to be a thrilling fixture. It was slightly difficult to do so, but I managed to lie on my side first then throw a leg over his aim so that his hand was between my legs, the finger reaching into me from the juncture of my cheeks. I was getting hotter by the second, but he was doing hardly anything, really. He was actually being careful, I think, not to move his finger. He wasn't fucking me with it, it was just there. But every move that either of us made was .all the groovier for its presence.
He dropped down to eat me then. I threw my legs wide to encourage him; I didn't want him to miss an inch. To part my pussy-hair he tongued it to either side then plunged his tongue between my hairy lips and my pink ones. The tickling drove me wild-I tightened my asshole around his finger in joy and the feeling grew, feeding on itself.
At last he parted my juicy cunt-lips and slurped over them until I could feel them radiating heat. Not once did he touch my clit, though. I would have cum and juiced all over his face if he had, I'll tell you.
I couldn't see his cock, but if he was half as hot as I was, he was dripping on the floor like a faucet. He must have read my thoughts, for her threw his head back and gave me some more instructions.
"Lie on your side. Put your legs together and make an angle of your body." He paused and waited for me to move then approved of my position. "Lovely," he said.
He sure knew my ropes! As I positioned myself his finger was still up my ass. I was going wild! As I finished squirming a glob of oil spilled out of my hole and ran down the back of my leg to the wrinkled sheet. I wanted him to see the trickle; to know what sort of agonized state he had put me into. Buddy, I silently prayed, it's high time to slip me the cock. From my position I looked over my shoulder and saw his tool for the first time ... I was even more ready than I had been before.
He had a short, red, stubby uncircumcised pecker and two huge balls that hung in their sac like boxers' jowls. The shaft was no more than five inches long, but it was good and thick and powerful looking. Most of all, though, I liked his balls.
The sac in which they hung was fiery red and covered with thick hair; more hair than I'd found on the average sac. I knew that his nuts, as big as they were, were bloated with heavy, yummy cum and I could hardly wait to make his load mine, to feel a jet of cum up to my throat. You know I really get off on cum, anyway.
He must have gotten the idea at last that I was set for the actual fucking. His free hand encircled my joined thighs and with them he dragged me to the very edge of the bed.
"Ready?"
"Anytime."
He knelt on the floor and slid his cock into my pussy from the rear and sideways. A great slurp that must have been audible outside followed the progress of his hard-on as he shoved himself to the hilt. His bush tickled my ass just as his finger tickled my asshole as he made his entrance complete.
Jesus Christ, was that a tight fit! It nearly hurt to go onto him with my legs together, not to mention sideways. But though the fit was tight, it was unaccustomedly good. It made the curve of my cunt go off on a whole different tangent. I grabbed my own tits and squeezed on them the way I sometimes do and moaned with pain and fulfillment at the same time. I could hear him laughing. "I take it you like my little invention?"
"Fuck now," I said, "ask questions later."
So he did. He just about rode me ragged, but was so sensitive to my progress that he would always slow his strokes before I could cum. I loved it and hated it. I wanted to cum so bad I could taste it in my mouth but I loved every move he made. And through it all he kept his unmoving finger in my asshole. I knew my puckered ring was squeezing it so tight that he'd have no circulation there before long, but that was his problem. All he had to do to end it was make me cum. If he had, I would have killed him.
Suddenly he pulled his fat cock out to the head and rammed me with every ounce of his weight. I shook like Jell-o and felt him blast off in my cunt like a firehose. I could picture cords of cum thickly coating every organ of my body, jetting through my bloodstream with fast, fast relief. At the very least, the jets were stretching my twat's walls, and I came at last.
Ruthie, how I came! I've never had an orgasm like it before. The first thing I did was to shoot his finger out of my asshole like a rocket and I can safely say that I squeezed his joint down to the core, to where it couldn't be compressed anymore. Every contraction of my pussy tightened with it every muscle in my body. I went steel-solid and almost twisted the tits off my chest. The guy wasn't moving-his last stroke had been the strong one but he was letting me groove on his fat prick in the tight onion.
As soon as my spasms started to subside a little, though, he pulled out just as violently as he had entered and started me cuming again. As I kept it up he bent over me, grabbed me and tossed me around on the bed like a rag doll, which made my finish even better.
When it was over at last I was so strung out that I could hardly move. I let him pull me around to a lengthwise position on the bed, place a pillow under my head and sort of "tuck me in".
"That's one of the problems with that little trip," he said. I guess he was referring to my condition, "Still, it's a natural high."
"High," I agreed groggily.
He crawled over me so that he could stretch out beside me and as he did I kissed each of his balls in turn before falling fast asleep.
He's still asleep as I write you this letter. What a specimen! I guess opposites attract-you're so quiet and Rod's so mouthy, and I'm such a blabbermouth while this guy doesn't say much.
When I was cuming, he tossed his hair back and I recognized him. I guess I forgot to mention it to you earlier in the letter. Do you remember Father Ogilvie from school, who disappeared? Well, this is him! I was just fucked by an ex-priest! How about that?
From the reports that Paula and Lois and the rest of the girls gave, he was pretty good then. I ought to write them and tell them not to worry-he still is. You'd hardly recognize him, Ruthie. His hair is very long and wild. What a change in him, for the better. You remember that we always wanted to rape him ourselves-too bad we didn't think of it sooner.
I'm glad to hear that you and Rodney are making out okay-no pun intended. The bedroom in that house you rented, with the wall-to-wall mattress, sounds just right for you! I suppose that Rod gets the credit for breaking you in to sex, but I like to feel that I helped.
It's a good trip for you, settling down with one guy. Personally, though, I dig the commune scene. To each his own. I only know that I didn't dig Maxwell ... God, am I glad to be away from that hole! I'll probably be a nymphomaniac for the rest, of my life to compensate for having lived there.
I've tracked down a few of our old classmates-most of them have done pretty well for themselves in the month we've been "free". Jan Durgood and Charlie are shacking up on the beach-I wish her better luck this time around. Julia and her boyfriend Lenny are in the dope-supply business for the commune. Melissa, Pam, Cheryl and Diane opened a whorehouse just outside Seyvilie and are doing okay-Diane keeps sending me descriptions of the wild things that they learn from their customers, sort of like sending recipes to a new bride, I guess.
Who else? Oh yes. I ran into Paula Lerner in the restroom of The Wharf Restaurant, in town. She was fucking herself with a battery-powered vibrator, so we proceeded to eat each other for old tunes' sake ... do you know that she has red cunt-hair? That's something of an oddity. I guess she isn't getting any, red hair or no. Too bad.
Well, Ruthie, keep writing. Have Rod write me once, too. I don't want to lose track of all the people I met in my year at Maxwell-I guess it was even longer for you-because, when all is said and done, we have a lot in common: hot cracks! All us horny girls have to stick together, like "birds" or a feather.
Give Rod a blow-job for me.
Your compatriot and fellow sex-fiend,
Beth