Chapter 7
Jan Durgood furiously shoved the pillow between her legs and squeezed it tightly between them. She held her muscles taut and could feel the familiar ecstasy deep inside her, multiplying through her every cell. She reached inside her panties from behind and thrust a ringer into her asshole as far as she could as she rode her pillow across the bed. She fucked herself with it the way she wished a cock would fuck her hot hole. Damn, she wanted to get laid!
She came hurriedly in the midst of the tossed blankets and linen on her private double bed. She was momentarily sated, but not forever.
It was all that schmuck Burton's fault, she thought hatefully. In a lot of ways he was groovy-he had a sporty car, a good mind, and no end of money to spend on the things that she liked to do. But there was one pleasure they could share for free, and he wasn't giving her any. In that way, Burton was a real drag.
Her parents, owners of the famous Durgood Theater chain, had set her up six months before with Burton Pressler as a blind date. He was rich, she was rich. Things were "arranged" for rich children lest their childish open-mindedness lead them to romance outside their "caste".
So like she said-Burton was okay. For a while. But now, after six months, she wanted something more than a goodnight kiss. Every time they were together she hinted at it. She went without a bra-any trick to get Burton aroused. Well, she corrected herself, to get him the right track. He was always aroused! He got a hard-on just holding hands!
Well, she thought, this horsehair was over and done with now. She was tired of spinning her wheels on a dud like Burton. She knew that they were never going to make it to the mattress if she hadn't succeeded in bedding him that evening ...
"Hi, Burton," said Jan as she opened the door. "Good to see you." She could see behind him that he had brought his sporty foreign car. She liked the way it looked in the circle drive of her house.
He was wearing blue jeans, as she was, and a tee-shirt.
A cultivated slob, she noted. With amusement she saw that he was already getting a hard-on. He hadn't even touched her!
"Hi," he said and crossed the threshold. "What's going on?" God, she thought, he broadcasted tension. He was planning every word ahead of time, seeking to make just the right impression. He was so stiff!
She wondered what his real personality was like. Horny, she knew that much. It showed through his foppish veneer.
"Where's your mother?" he asked. "I ought to say hello to her."
"Don't bother," she admonished. "She and Dad have gone to the show, then their going to one of those all-night cocktail parties. My brother has a date for a change, and my little sister is spending the night at a friends house." In other words, fuck me! I'm all alone and there's no chance of our getting caught.
"That's too bad. Is it all right for me to be in?"
"Of course, silly. They trust us. They aren't like some parents who check up all the tune."
"I'll try to justify their faith."
"Sure," she said.
He wrapped her up in his arms and met her eager lips with his cool ones. She'd had to show him how to kiss her, the twerp, and he hadn't added any variations to the first awkward kiss they'd shared since she'd known him. But she liked it-at least it was some physical contact! She was always horny anyway-she needed every touch she could get. As she tried to bring the corpse she was kissing back to life, she thrust her tiny breasts against him and rubbed herself surreptitiously against his erection.
He broke the kiss at last and sauntered toward the living room. "Would you like something to eat?" Jan suggested. My cunt, perhaps? "We have ham and leftover steaks and things ... come take a look in the refrigerator."
"Okay," he agreed and followed her to the kitchen.
She pulled the door of the side-by-side open and let him examine its contents. He stepped back at last and turned toward her.
"What," he asked, "would be the possibility of getting a ham sandwich?"
"I'd be happy to make you one," offered Jan. How about a nice tit sandwich? With mustard?
"Fine," Burton nervously accepted. Damn his ass, Jan fumed. He was the jumpiest, most condescending, most offensively inoffensive single individual that she had ever met. She held her tongue, though, and buried herself in the refrigerator-leaned into it.
She was wearing an orange dress with an Empire waist that made her negligible titties look their best. She intentionally leaned over gracelessly so that the hemline rode practically to her waist, baring her scantily-covered ass and the swell of her cunt-bun under the cotton cloth. She looked over her shoulder, hoping to catch Burton's eyes staring at her tushie. Though he sat on the sideboard directly behind her, he had his eyes averted. Jesus. The time had come for some action, She closed the doors of the icebox and carried the plate of ham to the counter and set it next to Burton. "Burton," she said, gazing deeply into his eyes, "come in the living room. I think we ought to have a little talk."
"I wasn't looking, Jan," he assured her hastily. She nodded.
"Come in the living room," she repeated. She was going to let him have it in at least a couple of ways. She wasn't sure that he could take it in either one.
She guided Burton to an easy chair, then stepped back into the center of the room, facing him. Burton eyed her as though he were expecting a blow-his glance was sidelong and his head ducked slightly.
"Burton," she said, "I've been dating you for six months now, and there are a few things about you that I don't know. Would you mind telling me a few things?"
"No." he replied hesitantly.
"All right." She was trying to be patient with him. "First of all, Burton," she prodded as she started the dress's zipper down from her neck, "are you okay? I mean, do you like girls?"
"Sure." Burton looked horror-stricken. His hands clenched at the arms of the chairs and he sank deeply into the cushions.
"I'll accept that," She dropped her dress and stepped out of it, clad only in her undies. She unhooked her bra and dropped it on top of her dress, then posed for him with her arms behind her head. "Do you know what those two things are, Burton?"
"They ... they're your ... mammaries."
"They're my tits, Burton," she reproved him. "Do you know what the darkened spots in the center are?"
"N ... nipples."
"Very good. Aren't they a nice brown color? Tasty? Do you know what it means when they get swollen and throbbing like they are?"
"It means that you're ... sexually aroused." he stammered. He looked like he wanted to be sick. That was a bitter pill!
"Also very good," she approved evenly.
"Listen, Jan ... "
"Shut up, Burton," she shushed him sweetly. "I'm not done." She pulled her panties off and added them to the pile of garments. "Okay, Burton. Do you see all that hair? Do you know what that covers?"
"Your pudendum?"
"My cunt," she corrected, harshly. "You and I aren't speaking the same language. But then, we haven't been for quite a while.
She threw her legs apart and cocked her hips back to spread her cunt, then thought better of it and sat instead at Burton's feet. Again she parted her legs and opened her cunt wide for him. He was looking away again, goddamn him!
"Burton!" she screamed, "look at me! Look ... at ... me!" He was too frightened to do otherwise. "Do you see my cunt? How pretty and pink it is under all that nice brown hair? Isn't that great?" She looked up at Burton for a reply. "Damnit, isn't it?!"
The boy gnawed a knuckle and nodded.
"Do you see how glossy it is, that pink part? How some of the hair is even wet? I didn't wet my pants, honey. That wet stuff is a whole new ball game. It means that I'm hot. It means that I'm ... aroused. IT MEANS, YOU SCHMUCK, THAT I WANT TO FUCK!"
She reached for her snatch and parted her cunt even further to reveal her clit and the entrance of her hole. "There are two more things on "this side'." She pointed to her hard clit. "This button here is called a clit. It's very sensitive-sort of like your eternally-hard pecker. I've noticed, believe me ... below that is my hole. You would probably call it a vagina. I wouldn't. That's where cocks go-as many and as often as I want, which is often, honey."
She rolled over and onto her knees, her rear to Burton. "This is my ass. You have one, too, but I'm sure it isn't as nice as this one. Look at it. See how smooth and white and round it is? I love to have my ass touched. Usually I have to touch it myself while I touch other places, wishing for a cock.
"And here," she parted the cheeks and wiggled her ass at him, "is my asshole. You might associate it exclusively with nasty things, but, Burton, you're wrong. If you play with it while fucking, it feels good. That's the name of the game. Stick your finger in my asshole, Burton."
"No," he mumbled feebly. "No."
"Burton," she reprimanded, rolling over again, so that she was sitting wide-cunt in front of him, "I want you to fuck me. Right now. Right here on the floor. I won't be young forever, and neither, I might add, will you. Now, you've had a non-stop hard-on for as long as I've known you. So do something with it!"
"No," he muttered.
"BURTON!" she shrieked at the top of her voice, "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, GODDAMMIT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO FUCK AROUND WITH TRYING TO SEDUCE ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY PUSSY WITH WHATEVER YOU CALL A DON'T GIVE ME ANY HORSESHIT!"
"No," he repeated firmly, calmly. "What of your parents, Jan? I couldn't betray them."
"You pansy, I want a cock, and I want one right now! I demand it! I've never asked you for much, but I'm asking now! No, I retract that. I'm not asking. I'm demanding!"
"No."
"All right," she seethed through clenched teeth, "you just sit there and watch while I fuck myself. This is what I do three times a day because you won't fuck me. Do you know what it's like to be so horny that you can't think or study in class, that you have to fuck yourself three times a day? Do you know what it's like to wait for classes to break so that you can run to the toilet and cram both hands into your cunt? You couldn't! Or maybe you could ... Watch this, Burton."
She lay back on the floor and thrust three fingers into her hole, fucking wildly while she manipulated her clit with her thumbs. She was gratified to note that Burton was shocked. "My God, Jan," he gasped, "you ... you're masturbating!"
"Right you are, Burton," she returned gleefully. "And loving every minute of it!"
She was, too. She had gotten herself so sexed up trying to get Burton to unwind that she was actually very near to cuming. She hadn't been lying to that four-eyed twerp-she really did have to finger herself three times a day- like meals. It actually excited her to know that Burton was watching. She feverishly pulled and pounded her cunt and squeezed her clit ferociously. Cunt-juice ran between her fingers. She was being messy, she knew, but that was the name of the masturbation game.
It also pleased her to note that Burton was not looking away as he had been, but was staring raptly at her cunt. His cock was still firm, she saw, but was surprised to see not one but two spreading stains near the slash of his pocket.
That son of a bitch! she fumed. He'd rather cum in his pants twice than fuck her once. That was a fine kettle of fish!
In a flurry of rubs, pokes and massages, Jan came wetly into her palm. Sated, she prostrated herself on the carpet, her ass toward Burton. She allowed herself several full minutes of satisfied euphoria, then rolled back to her ass.
"You, Burton," she commanded, "hit the fucking road. What would my Dad say if he found you here?"
"I can well imagine," he said dryly, "considering your present state." He was so smug!
She refused to rise with him as he stood to leave, but glared at him and raised her middle finger. "Bye, child," she sneered cruelly.
When he had gone, she had nothing to do with the upraised finger, so she shoved it back into her twat. She felt warm almost immediately-thanks, Burton, she thought.
Jan ducked an especially large wave that was about to break over her head and came up sputtering. God, she mentally sighed, that one nearly had her. She'd have to keep her wits about her and off of sex for a change. It wasn't normal to be so horny.
She pulled her fine dark hair back out of her eyes and turned just in time to see the monster wave breaking above her. She couldn't dive this one ... instinctively she ducked and tried to flatten herself against the sandy ocean floor. She felt the powerful suction wrench her from her prone position and hurl her into a series of somersaults that ended with a stunning crash to the bottom again.
She stood unsteadily a few yards from the beach and was flattened a second time by an already-broken but still .powerful wave. Again she picked herself up and staggered beachward. Her head hanging in exhaustion, though, she saw that ...
... her bathing suit was missing. Entirely. She had lost the skimpy two-piece suit in the wave.
"My God," she muttered, "I'm naked!" She pivoted quickly and splashed back into the brine.
Now what was she going to do? she wondered as she swam to deeper water, where the waves swelled without breaking. She'd have to stay in the water most of the night to avoid being spotted, and if she were arrested or something, her parents would disown her. They were visiting relatives up the coast a bit, and rich children simply did not go running naked through the ocean. Although, she noted, in her present spot there wasn't much she could do about it. She sighed. There were lots of disadvantages to being rich.
"Hi," a friendly voice from behind her said. She looked up suddenly to see a tanned boy in what she guessed to be his early twenties riding the swells astride his surfboard. He dangled the bathing suit in front of her face. "Lose this?" he asked.
"Where did you get that?"
"I was riding the big one. I saw you fall, and when I got to shore I found your suit on the nose of the board. Actually, I wasn't completely sure it was yours until you started to come out with your clothes off. You have," he squinted his eyes as if he had trouble remembering, "small, firm tits, brown nipples and brown pubic hair, and, as you ran back in, I saw a very nice little ass. All in all, you didn't look too bad." The boy was smirking, but out of genuine amusement, she felt sure-not showing-off. Jan couldn't find it in herself to be mad at him.
"Thank you," she said. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show. Can I have my suit back, please?"
"Sure." He obligingly handed her the bikini. "My name is Charlie Wright. I'm a tramp, beach bum, lecher." He smiled lewdly at her and she felt her cunt contract plea- sureably. It's the water, she told herself.
"Mine's Jan Durgood," she told him. "Rich parents and a house in Seyville. Pleased to make your acquaintance."
Charlie was a hulking, tanned stud-like in the movies, she thought. She fantasized herself being raped, but knew that that would be impossible-he wouldn't have to rape her! Even since her strike-out with Burton the previous week, she'd thought of nothing but sex. She was in a permanent state of arousal.
She had formerly gone without a bra occasionally-her tits were hard and the nipples blunt and it was scarcely noticeable, but it aggravated her parents nevertheless. She'd had to quit because her constantly-bunched nipples became too conspicuous.
"Ever surf?" Charlie asked.
"No."
"I'll teach you, If you like. It's easy, really."
"Okay," she agreed. "I'm game."
"Good, Jan." He seemed genuinely pleased. "The first thing you do ... " he launched into a detailed explanation of the sport.
Wouldn't it be wild, she ruminated, if she wound up giving herself to this guy? She was really very pleased with the idea-he was big, masculine and didn't look the kissy-sissy type, like Burton. He was an animal. And what better beast to take her virginity at last, if she still had one after all her own probings?
Of course, Charlie was poor. That was a trait that her parents would really hate, if they were ever to meet him ... Another point in his favor, she tallied-she would really enjoy galling her parents. They were like Burton; nice, but they needed loosening up.
"Got it?" Charlie finished.
"Got it," she replied.
"Okay then. Let's give it a try."
By the end of the afternoon Charlie had developed Jan into a pretty good surfer, to her delight The light was fading as they slogged through the sand to the tent Charlie had pitched on the beach. It was full of knick-knacks of various kinds-odd items cast away by the sea that he had brought home-and it was obvious that he had been there for some time.
"Nice place," Jan complimented him. There was plenty of room to move and stand erect-it was a classy tent.
"Isn't it?" He pointed to a low cot just above the beach level. "This is where I sleep."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that you get a little-sleep, that is." Damn, she scolded herself. Why was she so nervous? She could feel a wet trickle in her bikini bottoms telling her that she was physically ready, and the time was right. It was what they'd come there for, though no words had been spoken of it. It was just, she thought, a matter of getting it straight in her head.
She took a breath and plunged in. With a quick movement she untied the strap at her back and let the halter fall to the sand, then she pushed its matching panty down and kicked it away. When she erected herself she saw that Charlie had done likewise. Jan nearly came at the exposure.
Charlie's cock was one to match his body-big and masculine. The knob at the end of his flagpole was as large as a golf ball, the length mottled with heavy veins that pulsed under the red, inflamed flesh. His balls, she saw, hung low and away from his body; they, too, were large and firm-looking from her vantage. They must be full of good cum for her. She was flattered. The satchel that held them was thick with the reddish hair that covered his chest and set off his cock.
"There's your prize, baby," he said. Jan grinned and nodded as she stretched out on the makeshift bed and positioned herself as "ready". She threw her crack wide and felt cool air rush through its heat. It was about to happen.
Charlie approached from the end of the bed, crawled between her legs and plunged himself hi. Jan was surprised that it went in easily, without pain-her hymen must have been long-gone. Of course, she thought, if it hadn't been, it sure was now.
He slid himself out and in slowly as he held her gaze. It was hypnotic. It was great. Every stroke filled her to the brim and took him to the hilt, his muscled stomach and thick bush contacted her clit every time. In only three strokes she came for the first time with Charlie, though her next climax took eight. Her conical tits flopped and reverberated to their beat. Her third orgasm brought joyous tears to her eyes, and Charlie still hadn't gone off.
"Let me get on top, Charlie," she pleaded. "You deserve a rest."
He grinned. "Okay, kid." He pulled out, the rim of his knob causing her to shiver as it left her cunt.
She stood and waited for him to flip over, then climbed above him and held his bursting cock in position with her dainty hand as she slowly sat on it. Ahhhhhh, she silently sighed. The fit was a little tighter in that position, but still fairly loose-looser than she would have thought, anyway. She didn't want to lean too far back lest she crash his balls, but she liked the bristly feel of them against her ass. Fucking had been worth her wait.
She'd seen the movements in art films and effortlessly took over the job in real life, rolling back and forth, rocking sideways, jumping, shimmying up and down his oil-slicked pecker. The juice from her cunt ran down the shaft and into Ms bush where it matted the hair into intricate patterns. She came a fourth time and as she did felt him at last jet off in her hole.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed as the jerks of his massive organ nearly toppled her from her perch. The cum pounded against her delicate walls with tremendous strength and heat and further slicked their union as his cum overfilled her and cascaded down his prick mingled with Jan's cunt-juice. She hoped that he wasn't done for the night after blowing such a wad-she'd heard of men that were after a big explosion. She wanted to blow him.
As their rushes resided, she caught his gaze and asked "Could you cum again?" She made no move to relinquish her seat-she loved the full feeling of his cock inside her.
"I don't know if you noticed or not," he said, smiling, "but I'm still hard. You haven't had very many men, have you?"
She smiled and shook her head.
"Well," he yawned, "I've had a lot of women. But you know what? I think I enjoyed what we just did more than any other thing I've done. Do you take that as a compliment?"
"Yeah."
"Like to try it again?"
"No," she replied simply, then laughed when she saw his amazed expression. "I want to give you a blow-job," she explained.
"Oh." He paused to let it sink in. "You have my blessing-if you like eating yourself."
"I fingered myself for a long time-I might as well take the next step." They laughed heartily as Jan erected herself up and off his pecker. It was slick with various juices, but still firm and hairy and red. She bent across the edge of the bed and took him into her mouth.
Never in her life had she experienced a bigger thrill, She could taste cum, she imagined-it was different from the less viscous cunt-juice that she had licked from her fingers many times before after her guilty probings that always left her wanting more.
She slid her head up and down on the pecker, tried with reasonable success to master the whore's trick of swallowing a cock-she managed to take him almost to the hilt in her mouth. She blew gently, then reversed and sucked on the shaft, alternating cock-sucking with ball-suckings and lickings. Into her mouth went each hairy testicle in turn, until at last she took both of them at once, filling her mouth. With her tongue stiffened she tried to reach between his clenched buttocks to lick his asshole but failed that and went back to manipulating his length.
For a beginner, she gave quite a good suck-off, making him wait when he was near cuming but never letting him soften. She had greedily swallowed four globs of pre-cum when she at last abandoned herself to 'making him cum in her mouth. With breathtaking dog-laps she drove him over the top and he spurted a spectacular load that shot down her throat of its own accord. She followed each jerk with a swallow and was pleased the she drooled not so much as a drop of his precious cum-she could, she thought, develop a taste for cum very easily.
Maybe the health-store in Seyville carried it?
"I'm pregnant," said Jan. Her voice was tight, though it had been loose only moments before as Charlie fucked her to orgasm. She had been balling him for months now, much to her parents' dismay-but if they thought they were dismayed by her dating a poor boy, wait until they tried this one on for size!
"You're what?" asked Charlie, calmly, evenly.
"I'm pregnant."
"That's what I thought you said." He paused. "It was bound to happen."
"True."
"What do we do now?"
"Well, I don't want you to marry me, and I don't want to marry you, God knows."
In spite of the situation, Charlie smiled and kissed her, patting and probing her ass as he did. "You've got a good head, Jan. Most girls would be demanding that I take the vow."
"Let's be realistic," she said seriously. "I love you. I assume that reverse is true, but get married! I'm sixteen, Charlie, and I know that marriage isn't the way you live. I know you've scored plenty since you've known me, but you've kept me well-serviced, and I'm satisfied. I wouldn't ask any more of you. But I haven't fucked anyone else, and now I'm pregnant. In short, do you know anyone who can abort the little bastard?"
"Yes."
"Good. Get in touch with him. What's his fee?"
"Steep."
"Can we split 50/50? Have you got it?" she asked. She was so practical sometimes that it amazed even her. She would have expected herself to react with panic, but after skipping two periods she was at worst resigned to the situation. Besides which, she could probably scrape up the money easier than he could.
"Sure, kitten," he assured her. "I can get it. No problem. I'll let you know tomorrow when to have the job done." He hesitated, then said "In the meantime, though, could you give me one of your great blow-jobs?"
"Only with the greatest pleasure."
The conversation ended when she wrapped her mouth around his cock and started to suck-neither one of them was capable of speech.
"I don't see how you could do this to us, Jan," Mrs. Durgood wailed. There were tears in her eyes as she paced the floor in front of her daughter. Jan's expression was blank. They'd been through this before.
"He must have recognized me, mother. I gave an assumed name."
The older woman rung her hands. "We'll have to leave town. Sell the theaters. Live like schleppers. I'll probably be able to get a job scrubbing floors ... "
"Mother," pleaded Jan crossly, "stop this shit ... I don't want to hear it. Nothing of the kind is going to happen and you know it."
"All right," her parent seethed defiantly. "All right, Miss Libertine, we'll see what happens. You may go." Jan started to move gracefully, slowly away, but her mother brought her up short. "But pack your bags, because your father and I have enrolled you in another school, and you're going to start there next Monday."
This was news. "What school?" she demanded.
"Where there are a lot of people like you, Jan, with whom you have a lot in common-no morals. And it's close to home. You'll have to live in, of course, but in case you mend your ways, which," she sneered, "I doubt-, you can always walk home."
"Do you mean Maxwell?"
"I do."
It was going to be a long school year.