Chapter 9
"Oh, oh ... oh man, oh God ... Go-o-odddd ... uh, ummm ... oh, Ross darling! I didn't dream that men liked to do this, too!"
"Feel good?" he asked unnecessarily.
"Dear lord, you know it!" Kathy squealed. She wriggled sharply.
"I'm glad. It's beautiful, Kathy. It deserves it."
"Ummmmmfflmmmfflfflffi! Oh, oh, ohh ... tell me again."
"That you're beautiful?"
"That it's beautiful."
"What?"
"You know, darling, you darling wonderful man."
"You mean this?"
"Yike! Oh God, your tongue ... oh lord, oh, oh! Yes, yes yes, that, darling."
"It's beautiful."
"Ummm!" She shivered and hugged herself in delight, staring up at the ceiling. Then she pressed her palms down onto the bed beside her and her stomach went taut as she raised herself up into a partial sitting position. "And you really like doing that?"
"Mm-hmm ... love it"
"I ... I thought only women put their mouths on men's ... genitals."
He lifted his face from between her thighs and her eyes and mouth went wide as she saw the glistening wet sheen on his chin and all around his mouth. 'It's a beautiful pussy, Kathy. I love to eat it. You taste as good as you look."
"Ah God!" She collapsed backward to he supine as though struck. Her body rippled and quivered under a continuing series of tremors.
Before he went back to what he'd been doing, Ross paused to gaze down at the center of his operations.
Her thighs were slim but rounded, tight and smooth of skin. The creases on either side where they joined her body were deep and strangely provocative. Her belly was very narrow, but gently rounded and rather soft. Sort of pushy-spongy, like her vulva.
It was a firm, definite, eye-catching bulge between the very tops of her thighs. The firm, soft flesh of that mounding crotch was only sprinkled with hair, and that was so soft and so silky and blonde that it was like the thinnest of moss or nylon thread; it was as if she had no pubic hair at all. The center of that mount was very pink.
When he had first bent his mouth to it, the mouth of her crack had been a mere slit that looked as if added to her Mount of Venus by a skilled hand wielding a razor blade. It had been the delicate color of the pink plant called "red" clover, that fine line slit.
Now it was an open gash. The sweet lips lay open between her widespread thighs, their wet, watered silk inner surfaces showing, as well as the darker inner lips with their strange little serrated edges. The oval hole through them was clearly visible, sparkling with moisture. And now it was all the color of ripe watermelon.
It was also wiggling, circling slightly, bumping up and down as she tensed and loosened her buttocks beneath her, then tensed them again, urging her lovely, childishly hairless vulva upward in quest of more of the same sensation that Miss Sellmeyer had given her. But Kathy swore that it was a lot better, coming from Ross.
He bent his head again to quench his lusty thirst from that intoxicating fountain.
He opened his mouth wide and pressed it down, encompassing lips and furrow between, and sucked strongly so that he closed them wetly around his tongue. He wiggled it in the damp slash.
Her moans were loud. Her mounded breasts heaved.
They jiggled and rolled slightly and speared their surging peaks upward. Beneath her sweating, pale body her ass cheeks writhed, tightening and relaxing in rhythmic unison so that she fucked herself up and down against his face.
His tongue probed the length of her dainty labia, running up and down the red gash until he tasted the salt of her secretions. Her inner glands saturated her with them, coated his tongue with them.
Her body seemed to scream in response-and with her desire to satisfy the sexual lustfulness he was raising to an overpowering pinnacle.
It was a night he needed to love and be loved, and obviously her need was the same.
He was inspired and excited by her cunt's heat and beauty and its flowing moistness. His tongue pushed back and forth, wiggling, as he mouthed her pussy and tickled between the wet, gaping lips. She sighed and made whimpering sounds, tiny ones from the throat. She loved his mouth, loved his tongue, loved the hand he slid up her body to massage her naked, strongly upsurging tits.
His nails scratched over their standing pink erections at the same time as he pressed his lips firmly against her vulva and sucked at the deep hole that pierced it.
She screamed aloud in utter titillation and delight. Thrills of sheer joyous pleasure shot through her little belly, making its white curve lurch and ripple. Her fingers scratched at the sheet, rumpling it into long ridges.
He used his teeth to tease the soft rubbery meat of her vulva.
It skidded and fluttered slipperily under his lips and busy tongue.
He shoved his tongue desperately into the hole as far as he could press it, then licked slowly out, maintaining an upward pressure and tasting faintly salty, slick fluid. His tongue emerged from the ovaled tunnel into her womb, slid through the fluted inner lips and upward, slickered over her clitoris.
She jerked. Her body tried to convulse. Her heels drummed and her hands slapped. She moaned as if stabbed. Her clitoris throbbed and quivered against his tongue.
She had one of those slippery lust buds he'd read about but never seen. He's never thought they existed, although Dave had once told him of reading in Havelock Ellis of a woman with a clitoris so well-developed she could fuck with it in tribadic love.
Kathy Hardin's might not be quite so big, but it was red and three-quarters of an inch long if it was a millimeter. It jutted out of the top of her love slit like a slim nipple on a small-bosomed woman who was mostly nipples.
There was enough of it to close his lips over, and suck, and he did.
Taa-a-a-a-e-e-e-eeeEEEEgga-O-a-afrHHHHHHHHI" she shrieked, and she came.
He smiled and continued to suck her clit until it retracted, diving back into its hood-almost out of sight. No more of it remained visible now than a normal woman's clit in throbbing erection.
The utter ecstasy of an exhilarating orgasm surged through the trembling sweat-damp length of her in a climax that made her scream and jerk and bounce up and down and then collapse, weak and sighing.
Ross slipped swiftly up beside her and started to kiss her lovely hard breast.
She grabbed him and pulled his face fiercely to hers. Her lips pressed hot and hard. Her tongue tried to lose itself in his mouth and when he stabbed his forward in return, she tried to suck it off. Her hands groped and grasped and slid over him. She hunched her hip against his flailing, pulsating erection.
Then again she sighed and sagged back
"Oh, oh, oh my darling! And to think I might have ... thank God for burning grease!"
He chuckled and played gently with her nipples, watching them quiver when he flicked them with his fingers, like shooting marbles but with much less force. She sighed in rapture and arched her back to surge them. Her hand fondled and caressed over his fur-covered scrotum and the full length of his cock. It was hugely erect.
Suddenly she propped herself up on one hand, again in a semi-sitting position, and looked down at it. It was a reddened tube of lust-hardened meat that stood up straight and proud above his balls, bobbing before his belly.
"Damn," she gasped. "It sure is big, isn't it!"
"Worried?"
She turned her avid eyes to him, pecked him swiftly and lovingly on the tip of the nose. "God no!" She lowered her eyes. "Well, maybe ... just a little." She stroked it. "It feels so silky ... and it's so hot! And it jumps when I ... oh, and this big vein." She looked into his face again.
"Ross, darling? Do I really taste good?"
He kissed her pretty cupid's bow mouth. "Lovely," he told her quietly. "Doesn't it?"
"How should I ... oh. Your mouth and tongue ... limp! I didn't even think about that! I was kissing and sucking myself, wasn't I?"
He grinned. His hand moved over to lie over one extremely firm knob of her breast. He pressed the thrusting tit down, rubbing his palm over its tight crest. Her eyes rolled up and she shuddered.
"Does yours taste good, too?"
"I don't have one. Sorry."
She tugged at his cock. "I mean this, silly! Your dong."
He shrugged. "Think about it. Unless all the heat you've generated in me has evaporated all the alcohol, it probably tastes like Martini."
She giggled, then looked down again at the winsome cock and balls her hand held. Her little tongue came out and slicked over her lips. She snapped her head up and looked anxiously at him. "Ross?"
He raised his eyebrows in a silent "what?"
"I'm going to taste it!"
"I won't stop you."
She scrunched quickly down and pressed a long, warm, lingering kiss on the very tip of the big knob. His cock lurched and throbbed wildly under the delightful pressure, and she had to hold it steady with her hand. She sucked slightly, repeatedly, making little sp-sp-sp noises.
Then, crouched over his crotch, she looked up at him. "Ross? It tastes just lovely!"
He stroked her hair, smiling.
Then he damned near fell off the bed when she pushed her mouth down over the bulgy crown and ran it straight down the rigid pink staff.
"Glp!" Her eyes bulged. She slid her mouth back off. "I ... I think I overdid it," she said, returning the stare of the reddish eye in the end of his cock. It was weeping.
She tucked it into her mouth again. This time she eased it down, very slowly. In seconds her mouth was stretched torturously wide around the slick pole, but she didn't care. She kept on taking it in until she made a helpless gagging sound when the blood-filled head burrowed into her throat.
She eased back a little. "Ummm!" she hummed.
He stared down at her. It was beautiful, incredibly exciting to see her mouth bulging around his bone, her jaws strained by it, her cheeks slightly sunken because they were stretched so tightly over her cheekbones.
Sliding a hand over his hip, she patted his butt and began easing her head back and forth, back and forth, fucking and masturbating his cock in the tender haven of her mouth. She was suddenly going wild on the turgid root, sucking hard with soft pliant lips and sloshing her tongue all over and around it.
"Hunh," he gasped, "uh-huh ... hunnnnht Kathy!"
She paused. Keeping her face full of cock, she rolled her eyes questioningly up.
"You're fucking me with your mouth, sweetheart," he said, reaching down to stroke her naked, hard tit. "You're about to get a mouthful of semen."
She slid her mouth backwards off the slimy pole and held it before her face with her hand, staring at its tip as if she faced a naughty child. "It is? You wouldn't!"
He chuckled. "With that kind of attention, I have absolutely no control over it. Remember when I sucked your clitoris?"
She shuddered violently. "God! How could I ever forget! Same thing, hmm?"
"Same thing."
She sighed. "Well, would you mind just putting it up me and just balling me good?"
Smiling, he grabbed her and turned her onto her back. She smiled up at him, but her face looked a little cloudy.
"Ross? I'm sorry I sucked it almost off ... make it last, will you? Move real slow once you're in."
He nodded, sliding his knees up between her parted thighs.
"Oh," she said hurriedly, "but please, please listen, I want you to put it in real fast. All at once, all the way, okay?"
Grinning, he nodded. "Rape first, then love, right?"
"Yes!" she said, laughing. Nervously.
He eased forward, lowering his butt but holding himself propped above her with his palms beside her shoulders. She watched his face. She licked her lips. Her eyes flared slightly when his gliding hips pushed throbbing cock forward to nudge the lips of that juicy, clasping hole.
She felt the sticky lass of his prick's seeping lubricating fluid. It slicked her labia, moistened them, and they sagged delightedly open.
"Now," he said.
"Now," she whispered. "All at once!"
She jerked her body forward to meet him as he lunged roughly to sink his warmth-seeking missile into the furnace of her inner flesh. Like a rubber ring, her cunt lips chomped around the shaft of his penis and clung to it, all along its driving length. Something seemed to plaster itself to the head, holding it back, and then he was buried in the incredibly hot grasp of her cunt. It was also unbelievably tight.
Her nails were trying to dig holes in his arms. Her face screwed up and contorted and tears leaked from her tight-closed eyes. Her brows were pulled together and down in a frown.
"Oooooh, God," she gasped in a straining little voice. "Oh, ohh ... Goddddd."
Frowning, wondering, he bent his head to kiss first her left breast, then her right. More kisses he planted on her chin and mouth and the top of her nose, then on each shuttered eyelid. He tasted salt. He lowered his weight onto his forearms so that their bodies just touched, without his leaning on her.
Slowly her eyes opened. Slowly her mouth closed. Her nostrils quivered, and her mouth opened again to emit a long gusty sigh.
She smiled.
"It hurt."
"Oh, baby," he whispered. "I've never thought I was so damned big before. You're like a glove, like a stretch plastic one, gripping me."
She wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I like that," she whispered. "I don't think I care to be a glove."
He smiled and kissed the hollow of her throat. "You aren't, then. You're like the world's tightest pussy You're like ... like a virgin."
Her hands twitched on his arms. She giggled, and he felt her belly rippling with it, under him. Straining her neck, she raised her head to kiss him. Then her head fell back.
"Well, I couldn't keep it a secret, anyhow. There'll be some blood, won't there? That's what I've always read and heard."
He stared at her. No! Not really! He started a long slow withdrawal. Her hands clamped.
"No ... oh-oh ... wait a moment longer. Unh! Still hurts."
"Kathy .. are you really twenty-two?"
"Last June. I swear."
"And ... I'm the first?"
She smiled brightly. "Yes. Isn't that wonderful? I've been waiting for you for twenty-two years I"
He sagged down and rested his cheek on her breast, staring at the wall. His hands moved in to cup her shoulders and squeeze. "Oh, good lord!"
"Ross? You're not ... mad? I mean ... I'm sorry. I just never happened to ... you know. The time never seemed right. Tonight just did. It came over me all of a sudden. And it was all so easy, all that crazy stuff, spilling the Martini and telling each other we were wet and everything. And I wanted to show you myself. Then I wanted to ... I wanted you to screw me." She kissed his ear. "Ross?"
He raised his head to meet her gaze.
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, good lord, you darling!" He squeezed her shoulders, hard, and kissed her with the same fervent force. Then he lifted his head to look down at her again. His prick still pulsed hotly up her virginal channel.
"I still do, you know."
He frowned. "Still do ... what?"
She hugged him, smiling. "I still want you to screw me!" She seemed to concentrate, as though thinking. He felt it: a gripping little clutch, all around his imbedded penis.
"Good lord," he gasped again.
"It doesn't hurt any more. I guess it will, a little, but the worst is over now, isn't it? I mean it's broken and that's that. Now we can do it and do it! I've heard it all my life, way back in grade school, that corny old line. It only hurts for a little while.'"
"If it hurts, I'm not going to stop," he told her. "If you groan, I won't stop. Understand?"
"Sure. I love it right now. Have you ever had your body feel all full and like that's what you're for ... I guess not," she said, breaking off into a little chuckle. "Well," she said primly, "please fuck me now, darling."
Ross pulled, nearly all the way, and when he elevated himself and looked down he could see the red smears on his cock.
"Blood?" she asked.
He nodded. "It'll get on the sheet."
She laughed. "I'll save it! Maybe I'll cut it out and save it, and patch the sheet with a big piece of denim or something ... fire engine redT
"You darling," he said laughing.
"You don't mind if I think I love you, do you?"
He shook his head. "No, I don't mind."
"Be gentle, now."
"Kathy."
"Hm?"
"Be quiet Hush up. Think good thoughts and en Joy"
He lay there and let his prick coast in and out of her tight little virgin's slit for many minutes in short, slow strokes that did little to build his orgasmic lust but that soon had her sighing and beginning to breathe faster and faster and more and more loudly.
"Good God ... it's great!"
He chuckled. "You were warned to silence," he told her, pretending to bite her pointed breast. "Now you're going to get yourself fucked!"
She jiggled, all over, excitedly.
He began shoving deeper and faster, ignoring her groans.
He flexed his loins in and out to slap her deeply pierced mound, surging between her damp thighs and into her uncharted cunt with a steady pounding of his body on hers. Her body jerked with the force of his thrusts-and with tingling surges of passion. Her groans changed completely to sounds of passion and rapture and delight.
Her mouth hung limply ajar, crooning softly into the dimness of the room, into the little circle of light cast by the one lamp they had left on. She had one hell of a prominent clit, he knew, and he also knew it was receiving one hell of a lot of gliding pressure from his pelvic bone and his cock, which was so tight against the top of her cuntal opening.
He had to let go with his palms and flatten his arms on the bed beside her to support himself. He was gasping, and so was she. Their gasps merging, they smiled at each other with eyes full of that shine you get when you're fucking and it is Good.
Their entwined pubic hair, what there was of hers, was matted with the sweat that joined their bellies. His big gripping cock was sunk as deep inside her quivering virgin's belly as their tight-jammed bodies could get it, and he paused there.
Her body jerked violently as she began humping him, fast and furious. She slapped her crotch up at his with a strong sinuous force that nearly bounced him out of her. Then she relaxed, gasping.
Swiftly, he propped his body above hers on both palms, so that they were united only at the loins. He poised there, watching her watch him nervously and expectantly. She writhed suddenly, as if in spastic compulsion.
Straining, she began anew that bouncing of her hips rapidly, in spasmodic jerks that ensheathed his long stiff cock staff deeply in her. He held himself still, poised above her and imbedded in her, glorying in the pervading, burning ecstasy of being fucked by her.
Her strained, suspended body was jarred constantly by the plumbing savagery of her own bucking movements.
He saw her face contort with her own strain. She was tiring.
He let himself drop onto her in a crush of passion that splatted his chest down onto the upsurging cones of her bosom. She grunted. Titty tips punched at him, hot pressures against his skin. His weight crushed the soft masses of that, despite their fantastic firmness, they squelched thickly out on either side of their joined bodies.
Gripping her shoulders in cupped, pulling hands and digging in with his toes, he drove hard into her in a grinding lustful cruelty that brought little spurts of sound from her gasping mouth and buried his cock so far up in her that she felt she was riding a fencepost. His pelvic bulge and the upper surface of his prick pressed firmly against her outsized clitoris.
"Oh ... oh, oh my go ... wow aaaaaaaaaaaahh!"
She was coming in a surging series of hot orgasms that kept jolting her, one time after another. Emitting squeals of rapture, she clawed at him in an attempt to drag him back down onto her trembling, jerking, gasping body.
Emitting screams of almost agonized delight, she quivered to the feeling of indescribable beauty that swelled in her abdomen.
Her tight cunt went even tighter all around the big throbbing bone he had planted so far up inside her.
"Uh ... ugggghhh," he gasped, then winced and jerked and went stiff all over. His cock started jerking. Her eyes flared wide; he was so far in and she was so new and tight that she felt the warm bath flooding her darling pussy.
He blew his balls far into her, sending warm waves of sperm jetting into the well-widened recess of her belly.
Slowly, quivering, he let himself down onto her sweat-streaked body.
"Now, baby, now you have been fucked."
"God, I sure have!" She grasped him tightly to her, giggling and sobbing all at once in a rapture of joy.