Chapter 6
Another great tremor flitted visibly through Henrietta Nettles's queen-sized body.
She looked at Fred Foster, blinking. Her face was almost expressionless.
He took his hands from her and looked at her, waiting. He had told her to kneel, for her fucking. She wanted it. Stepping back, she kept her eyes on his as she went to her knees. And then down onto her hands and knees. He walked past her, behind her.
God, what an assl
In her position of offering readiness, he could gaze with pleasure on the swelling ovals of her butt and the division of those burgeoning cheeks. Her legs were parted. He could also see and enjoy the vista:
the lightly furred pouch of her slitted sex seemed to push backward, to yearn lewdly back between the big solid columns of her thigh-tops, under her large parted asscheeks, as if in a beckoning invitation.
He moved in, squatted, put his hands on the outer curves of her asscheeks. She trembled. He tucked in his butt and hunched forward, then used one hand to guide his cock.
The fat, deeply pink knob of his cockhead prodded at tight-looking, pulpy, muscular bulges, the delicately pink lips of her pussy. They split slowly, and slowly his prick's crown eased between them. Slowly her slitted cunt was spread, opened, turned into an oval purse. He saw another great shudder go through her, all through her animal-kneeling body.
"Uh," she said, "uh.. ."
"Christ," he grunted. "You . . . are .. . tight!"
He kept at it, pushing. She felt it, every slowly incoming inch of his cock. Her labia and inner cunt clasped tightly around the big rocky hard-on, and it hurt a little, splitting her open. She sighed with pleasure, just the same. She could feel herself expanding, her innards stretching around the dilated and impatient cock. A man's cock—and a big one, too!
This his hairy pouch was jammed firmly against the flaring oval glory of her squirming bottom. He grunted. Rapture seized his genitals, seared through his scrotum.
His legs were beginning to quiver. But he re-
mained squatting, motionless, with his eyes closed and his hands on the girl's upturned butt, while he savored his cock's imprisonment in a well-bedewed, viciously tight, and stifling hot envelope of flesh. Cunt pressed snugly all around his thick shaft Snugly.
He was very glad he'd already come once, and not long ago. Otherwise the extreme hot tightness of her pussy would drag his semen out of him in about a minute, and one thing he'd never had any trouble with was premature ejaculation.
"Feel me in you, little girl?"
"Ohhh... yessss."
He worked his hips a little. "Does it feel good, little girl?" "Oh, yesss!"
"You want to fuck, Hank?" "I want to be fucked!"
"Like this? From behind? Kneeling like a dog on all fours, a bitch in heat, a god damned animal?"
He saw the tremor flicker through her.
"This is the... way you want me?"
"For now it's the way I want you."
"Then fuck me like this, like a bitch in heat, a god damned animal on all fours!"
Shivering with torrid tension and tremors, she ground herself back against him until she felt the male body behind hers stiffen and shudder against her enticingly upturned naked ass.
The lewdly lurching girl smiled. Gratefully, lasciv-
iously, her long pink-lined slit accepted its deep piercing and dilating and plowing.
He rocked back, pushing against her flanks. Then he lunged in, back into the hot cavern of passion, where he was sheathed in molten woman, a woman who squirmed in sensitive sensuous delight. Tight walls like elastic bands, brand new and full of strength and tension, tried to clamp him. His cock easily broke the stranglehold and then plunged back in again. He drilled deep into her supple, perfectly proportioned big womanly body.
He gave her a fast dozen. Clutching her tightly, he drubbed her quiver-shot buttocks as he moved, hard and fast. Cock plunged in and out, squishily. His eager horn boomed in deeply, burrowing vigorously into thick folds that dripped pungent pussy sap all over its broad length.
With a knot of lust hard and tight in his guts, he rooted deeply in her.
She moaned and made whimpery animal noises, kneeling there before him like an animal, mounted from behind. With an increased intensity of lust and desire to make her feel it, really feel it, he banged her butt and stroked in hard and deep.
The kneeling young woman pressed strongly back against him, bracing herself with both hands on the floor, ignoring the scrubbing of her bare knees while she sought to cunt-swallow his cock. She'd become a bundle of blind animal impulses and responses.
Dangling long and fat, her tits swung and jiggled wildly. They felt heavy. She liked that. She liked every bit of it. She closed her eyes and imagined herself being used, used, like a woman, a real woman, desirable and sexy. Hard flesh-balls drummed her ass's lower curves with his rapid and ceaseless shuttling along her cuntal passageway.
The very air was disturbed by carnal frenzy and passions.
The sensation of his strong cock plunging and plundering in her slushy, rearwardly presented marsh was exquisite. Gathering momentum, strain ing his legs to tremorous ache, he drove it in, a penetrating awl that drove and pierced.
She rubbed herself back against him like a big sleek purring cat, tail open and vagina more than ready for the driving cock, for every inch of impalement he cared to give it. With her hands firmly planted on unyielding floor, she rocked herself back and forth to stab every wall of her yawning, melting pussy.
Wild excitement triggered her cunt and thick liquid flowed.
Tendons stood out against the sweaty skin as she pressed back against him, straining. The obscenely writhing enthusiast slammed herself back against him, pushing hard and making cooing sounds. Beneath her, her burning tits swung and jumped and slapped each other audibly and almost painfully.
The hard impacts of his charging body made her naked ass jiggle.
Her face was slack, blank. Her lips were parted. Her eyes stared at the floor. Her eyes saw nothing. The passion-dominated man belly-whipped her ass. She loved it.
Hot fluid welled and bubbled, flowed out of her enfolding vaginal tunnel. It took him more easily, but it didn't loosen up in the slightest. Its lips clamped slavishly to the hot poker that dilated them, hurled them apart, and abraded their softness so wonderfully.
Wearily, his calves leaping in strain, he sank to his knees. And kept pumping the kneeling girl from behind.
Surging male hips drove him into her so hard she was rocked, and loud slapping sounds rose from her jutting asscheeks. Her entire body felt aflame. It was a good heat, a good pain. And god oh god, she was getting even more of him!
He was sinking ever deeper into her cuntal opening from behind, as if calling upon more and more powers of tumescence, the miracle of masculinity, to lengthen his cock and elongate her, broaden her sweet little slit, so little used.
Tear my pussy open, she demanded furiously in her mind, her whirling chaotic mind, and she was shocked at her own desire—and lewdness. And he seemed to be trying to tear it open at that, to fuck her absolutely brainless. In a lewd series of clever carnal movements he swung his hips, banging his dick around inside her and really challenging those tight, tight vaginal walls.
Then he resumed clinging to her hips and driving up her middle like a thrumming, throbbing dynamo inside her hungry wet canal. Like fat fruits so ripe they were ready to drop off the vine, her tits swung beneath her while he skewered into the sighing, grunting girl with powerful, body-jarring thrusts.
Back and forth his hips swung like a great pendulum, driving his cock, plunging it to her juicily and excitingly.
"Yes," she grunted. "Oh yes!" she cooed. "Yes! Oh yes, yes, like that! Um-m-m-mmm! YES!"
"You like fucking, little girl? Like getting it from behind like this?"
"Love it! Yes! I love it! Love fucking—love you fucking me. Fuck me some more. Fuck me forever!"
Squealing with passion as the swift hard strokes of the kneeling man's marvelous sex rod cut into her expanded cunt, the kneeling girl was rocked by one acute spasm after another. Her gut exploded and it hurt and it was wonderful. Her cunt was blossoming, flaring, foaming, and she had to concentrate and bear down to keep it tight around him for the friction they both wanted and needed. Swept by a new wave of all-conquering, irresistible sensuality, she rammed strongly back to crush the dimpled hemispheres of her palpitant ass against his lurching crotch.
"You're squashing your own asscheeks, baby!"
And to think she'd always hated the word "baby" applied to a woman! Why—she loved it! It sounded great, great Baby. Baby! That was Henrietta, Hank, little girl... baby!
"Squash them! CRUSH them! Do it to me! I don't care—do what you want, oh do what you want darling-arid fuck me, fuck MEEEE!"
Her wonderful, excitedly squealed and exciting words were more beautiful to his ears and brain than the loveliest music. Swift as thought, he whipped his dripping penis out of her, seeing the streak of her own exudate flick shinily across her bare butt even as he shoved her.
With a moan and a cry, she flopped onto her side. She was whimpering, ready to weep and beg and apologize—she thought she'd said something wrong. Just the opposite! He wanted to lie on her, fuck with her, squeeze her and be squeezed, look into her face. As she hit her side—ass-jiggling, tit-flopping—he was hurrying on his knees after her, turning her over onto her back, thrusting aside one big beautifully muscled leg and falling in between it and its twin.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" she cried, as he re-entered her, and he was all the way inside and nudging her uterus before the sound of her voice had died in the room.
He resumed moving like a tiger. His lean hips pushed harder and harder, seemingly seeking to relocate her cervix. His breath came faster. It hissed. He lurched and surged in body-jostling strokes, hammering cock deep into the voluptuously large girls hot and raw pussy. Powerful male pounding made her body jump and twitch with the force of his virile fucking.
The twitching, hardly used vent between her splendidly curvaceous and muscular thighs swallowed his powering cock again and again. Her eyes dilated and her breath came in short, quick gasps with high-voiced sighs in them.
Sleekly long, athlete's legs strove to grasp him in naked entwinement. The muscles of her firmly ripe buttocks rippled and clamped voluptuously into compact balls, seeking to propel her in upward surges to meet his flailing form.
She moaned and gasped and clutched at him, loving the big prick plunging and lunging in her body. She began arching her body, bowing her back to skewer herself up the guts with surging thickness. Caught up so tightly in the warm embrace of her slender cunt, it felt huge; as if she were riding a telephone pole.
That branded her brain, and Henrietta knew that hereafter she'd look with fond remembrance on every telephone pole she saw....
Enormously aroused, half-crazy about her, he rode the big girl's warm, sweat-damp curves and she rippled with joyous little spasms while he implanted that big beefy tool in her, to the hilt.
She rubbed it lovingly with her inner cunt, massaged every inch of his cock all the way back to the hairs, with in and out, up and down motions of her elegantly, generously contoured body. Her cock-choked vagina seeped forth more and more of its clear syrup, until he was splashing in it, fucking her squishily and noisily.
"Oh," she groaned, almost sobbing in happiness, "oh, oh-h, ohh-"
Each of the humping man's fluid, powerful movements was bouncing her luscious form around with him fully ensconced in its passion-hot inner flesh. He boomed into her cunt, thrusting wetly in and out of her, and her insides exploded.
Her scream jarred him back to reality from the sex-pink miasmic world of pure sensuality he wallowed in. Then he realized that it was a cry of highest joy, that she was coming under him, all around him. He grinned, and poled into that climaxing, contracting vaginal clutch.
Stifled little screams leaped up from her mouth, which was open despite her efforts to close it and suppress her noises. The girl's legs were flailing about on either side of his sprawled and humping body, bicycling in the air, punching down at his tightened ass, trying to hoist her crotch higher and higher.
Into her dilated split he bored sensuously, splashing in the wetness of satiny inner flesh that engulfed his swollen cock, trapped it within her, tried to absorb it wetly.
"Jesus—Christ," he groaned, "you're so—tight!"
Furious slapping sounds accompanied every flog-
ging pump of cock into cunt. Beneath her, her buttocks bunched, churning to push her cunt up. Tender lips clasped shuttling male organ. Her entire cuntal complex sucked voraciously at the gigantic nipple of his crotch. Her hips undulated, cradling his lunging lower body. She squirmed and writhed in highest happiness.
Powerful erotic charges jolted through him at feel and thought of the soft fleshy lips of her cunt gulp-ing, gliding eagerly up and down the trunk of his strongly plunging dick. His body mashed dowm fiercely on hers. Cock drove fiercely into cunt. Cock drilled into her. Hot, spongily puffy pussy mound flattened under the huffing man's jarring pummeling.
Their curves and hollows fitted together, ground together.
Lord, he thought, what joy there was between these big voluptuous thighs!
Lord, what a "smooth, wet, hot, tight pussv! The thing was a dong-grabber—a dong squeezer! His rampant dick was stretching that tight little channel, going wild in its clutch! His balls were burning. The blood was a fire in his veins. His cock felt swollen to ball-bat size. His heart pounded an urgent, painful tempo and the hair at his temples was saturated with perspiration.
Oh but there was going to be more berserk releases of this carnal tension!
He sought it with sharp pumping jerks of his hips. Each sent his burning tool slicing between juddering thighs and ripping far back into her meaty young vulva. She took the furiously pumping man's rutting into her with a blissful expression of complete surrender on her face. Balling deep and hard, he watched the supine girl's little pink tongue slip out to skim lightly over her lips.
Hot, juicy feminine crevice swallowed his cock and he felt the rising of his milky load in his swinging nuts. The eagerly receptive girl under him grunted and twitched, nailed to the floor by cock, spreading and expanding in her little-used parts while he sawed into that cavern of sweet pink pudding.
"Oh. Oh. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Christ," she moaned. She was panting and squirming voluptuously. Her pussy was going into weird gasping convulsions. Her eyes remained fast shut, but he could see their movements against her pale blue eyelids.
"So you've got a hankering for pussy-punishing, huh?" he gasped out through his panting. "Well—I've got the punisher—take it, whore! Take it, slut! Take it deep, big gal! Take—it—hard!
A smile curved her lips. He was thrilled with the realization that she liked that sort of talk, this sort of hard-fast balling. And he grinned, and gave it to her good.
Huffing, puffing, he drilled into the lustfully squirming athlete's glistening pink meat. His crotch banged and bounced off the swollen bulge of her cunt. Harsh groans of absolute scarlet lust tore from his mouth.
It was his plan to blow his balls over her, ah* over her. He'd pull it out just before he started unloading, and spray her body with his semen. He'd enioy that, enioy seeing it on her. It was a great thought, an exciting concept. He had the feeling he could do anything he wanted with this girl not-quite-a-woman.
It came too fast, though, and surely the hardest act for a man to make is to withdraw just as he starts to spurt. With a groan and a shudder, he began to come, ramietting sperm into her juicv crease to make it juicier, pumping squirt after squirt of hot come up her pussy.
He held her for a long while. Now and again a twitch jerked through him, and his ass jumped and still-big-but-no-longer-hard cock jumped inside her. The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Oh, he'd long since emptied himself of come. It was just that this time there was a big fat psychological orgasm too, and it went on and on.
He realized it was the best orgasm he'd ever had.
As a matter of fact, this was the best fuck he'd ever had, this big twenty-year-old (former) snotbox of an athletic girl.
As a matter of fact...
"I think I love you," he told her.
She gripped him to her, fiercely. "Oh I love you!"
"Not so fuckin' hard, bitch," he said right through his glow. "I don't need to be squashed to death!"
Got to remember to be forceful; she digs it! Whatever she digs! "Oh—I'm sorry."
They lay on the floor and held each other, and kissed ears and noses and eyes and hair and lips.
That was it for Henrietta now-Hank Nettles and Fred now-Fred-the-Tiger Foster, as far as Doc Driessen's experiment was concerned. Blown away. Love had reared its pretty pink heart-shaped head. Love at first fuck? Sure, when the two are made for each other; never mind that one's the daughter of the president of a college and the other's a divorced supermarket assistant manager.
Henrietta Nettles moved out of the sorority house next day. She moved directly to Fred Foster's apartment, and into it. As people name estates, they named the apartment. They called it Heaven. Professor-Doctor-President J. Jasper Nettles got over it, after a while. What the hell, his daughter had never been so radiantly happy.