Chapter 4
We reached our house, by which time I was chilled and the calm inside was welcome. I closed the door and helped Pam off with her hat and coat and took off my own, then led her into the cozy living room. The fire was blazing cheerfully with the room temperature well up in the eighties.
"Oooh, this is lovely, we have a gas fire and it isn't the same."
I pulled the settee up closer and waved her to sit down.
"Make yourself at home, Pam. If you want to piss the lavatory's upstairs, or you can do it in the sink. If you want to spit-do it in the fire and if you sit there looking so sweet you'll end up nursing a little bastard."
"Do you like me, really Dick? I don't want either to piss or spit ... "
"I like you, so long as you don't get any ideas about breaking up my marriage," I dropped down beside her and laid my hand on her knee.
She gasped: "Oh Dick, your hand's cold! Wait a bit, will you till we're warmed through. You have a lovely home."
"Want to have a look over the house?" I suggested.
"Not now, Dick, this'll do for me," she snuggled closer and pouted her full red lips, "kiss me, Dick," she murmured faintly, as I leaned back and pulled her over across me. She twisted her head round and I crushed my mouth over hers and held her tightly, sucking her sweet lips.
She responded, eager for my mouth and I crushed her lips and shook my head, burning my kisses into her while my fingers searched for the tab at the back of her black dress. I'd already noticed that it was zipped right down to her behind. Then I found it concealed under a fold and gently pulled it down. I felt a shudder go through her body and knew she knew what I was doing. She began shaking her head and her hands pushed weakly against my chest. So I let her up and she lay on my arm panting, then raised a trembling hand to gently feel her swollen lips. I smiled into her eyes and she smiled back.
Her dress was open down the back about as far as her waist, where she leaned against my thigh. I slid my hand inside and she half closed her eyes as I gently caressed her back through her silky slip and I soon found she had on a brassiere. She lay very still, feeling my fingers groping inside the back of her slip, then she slid her left arm over my shoulder and round my back and pressed her cheek against my chest as I fiddled with the two hooks and eyes that held the straps of her brassiere together.
"You're not losing any ... time, are you?" she murmured.
"Mind?" I asked softly.
"Not much ... I'm feeling a bit shy now ... what are you going to do to me?"
"Break you in-fuck you-how does that sound to you?"
"Alright," she giggled softly, "I can feel something poking into my side ... is it ... ?"
"My prick ... "
"Yes, is it?"
"That's him, getting a bit impatient-he can smell you."
"Do I stink-I'm sweating a bit," she murmured apologetically.
"You smell lovely, not too scenty, just enough to make you appetizing. Warm enough now?"
"Lovely, a bit too hot if anything."
"Good, we'd better make you more comfy, Pam," I had her brassiere unfastened now and her face was pink.
"How will you do that?" she asked, tittering.
"Well Pam, it's your clothes that are making you feel hot."
"So you're going to take them off, is that it? Oh Dick I've never been naked ... alone with a man, I mean."
"I feel hot too," I said, gently pulling her arm from round my neck.
"Oh ... then you're going to take your clothes off too?"
"Unless ... ?"
"No, no, I'd like you to be naked too. I'm longing to see a naked man ... but, I'm shy," she exclaimed as I pushed her dress and shoulder straps over her shoulders. I halted there and gently stroked her bare shoulder.
"You have a lovely white skin, so smooth and soft," I moved my hand to her chin and tilted up her flushed face. She sighed and closed her eyes as my mouth descended. Her arms lay slackly at her sides and I gently eased the front of her dress down, then her slip, then I lifted away the brassiere cups and pulled it up, baring her full gentle breasts and very tenderly I felt over them. I broke the long kiss and she murmured a protest as I relaxed my supporting arm. She tried to struggle up at the same time making an attempt to cover her tits.
"Please, Dick, don't look," she half sobbed as I gently but firmly moved her hands away. I bent my head and began to suck her right nipple. She immediately changed her tune.
"Oh ... oh!" she exclaimed pleased, "Oh Dick!"
I lifted my head, thinking about time. I decided to show her who was master.
"Look Pam, I'm an old hand at this game. It's nice to find you're modest and shy, but just leave it to me, will you?"
"I ... I'm sorry, Dick," she stammered, "but I really do feel terribly shy ... I ... I can't help it, but you ... you're dressed and you've made me half naked. What are you doing ... " she cried in alarm as I pulled her up and slid from under, then let her fall ... "you hear me?"
"Yes Dick," she gulped.
I walked out of the room and left her and shy myself in the dark kitchen. The moment I had closed the door I rapidly started getting my clothes off and I stripped myself completely naked. Then, pausing only to pull back my foreskin and leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor, I opened the door and went back to her. She was lying with her head that way and hearing the door close she tilted her head back to look. She gave a cry then and pushed herself up. She swiveled round and stained at me wide-eyed.
"Ooooh! Dick ... oooh!" she looked at me sickly, eyes fixed unwinkingly on my genitals, "Oh ... how ... lovely ... " she gulped, "it's awfully-big, isn't it?"
"It's what you want, isn't it?" I growled, thrusting my hips out. She recoiled slightly, her eyes slightly crossed as she stared at my flaming, swollen glans within a couple of inches of her nose, "feel it, go on, it won't bite you. Kiss it, it's all for you ... you're going to have all that in as far as my balls and you're going to scream with pain if it's true you're a virgin."
"Oh-I am, Dick, honestly I am. Oh Dick, I think my eyes are bigger than my belly ... can you really get all that in me?"
"Easy ... I wish it was a foot long and twice as thick."
"Oh Gosh ... I don't ... oh Dick, there's going to be an awful mess ... I shall bleed like a pig with its throat cut."
Hesitantly she felt it and slowly lost her fear of it. "Oh, I like it, the skins so lovely and soft," she gently touched the straining knob which was well lubricated by this time, "oooh, it's all warm and wet and slippery and Dick ... I'm wet too! Oh do me now ... let's not wait ... I'll undress afterwards, really I will."
"Well, if you don't mind getting blood all over your clothes, I don't."
"Oh ... I never thought of that ... could I go in the back?"
"Alright, bring my vest back with you and don't be long. Anyway it's cold out there." I pulled her to her feet and gave her a push and she rushed into the kitchen and closed the door. I stood in front of the fire, toasting my behind and fingering my penis and listening. I could hear slight sounds then a long silence. I guessed her courage had run out as soon as she'd stripped off and she was probably standing there behind the closed door shivering and wanting her mother.
"Dick! Oh Dick ... " came a sobby little cry, "I ... can't."
"Coming," I called as I strode to the door and wrenched it open. She cowered back, one hand cupped over her cunt, her other arm hugged protectingly across her tits and she was shivering with cold. I gently took hold of her wrist at her breast and drew her into the living room.
"Oh Pam ... you're lovely, just look at my prick!"
"Oh Dick, it's gone awfully stiff and it's blushing!"
"That isn't a blush-it's blood pressure," I half dragged her to the settee and gave her a push. She stumbled back then sprawled. She'd forgotten to bring my vest and I couldn't wait, so instead I threw back the rug, then knelt on the floor and dragged her close to the edge of the seat. She closed her eyes tightly and screwed up her face. I tore her hand away and took a brief look at her heavy bush of black curls. I realized then that most of her embarrassment was because of her hairiness. It grew thick under her arms too, but was confined to her armpits and cunt, into which I pressed my thumbs. I got a brief glimpse of glistening red flesh which proved too much for me and I lurched over her, thrusting my aching knob into her juicy furrow and instinct served me well. It hit the mark ... then a scream, which I hastily smothered under my mouth, burst briefly from her as her flesh gave in and closed tightly round my straining prick. She threshed and gurgled, but was like a baby in my hugging grip. My only thought was her complete possession and I heaved and thrust up and in till her hairs were crushed hard against mine. Then I relaxed my arms a bit and rested, panting, the fire roasting my behind and gradually her sobs diminished. Then I gently began to fuck her ...
I could feel her warm sticky blood trickling down my balls and thighs. Soon she lay quiet then began to take an interest. She rubbed the back of her hand over her eyes and gave me a weak smile. So I lengthened my stroke, fucking easily and fluidly, deep in but slowly, as I knew women liked it and I wasn't in any hurry to get it over.
"Alright now ... darling?" I asked presently and she nodded.
"It's nice ... it hurt me, though."
"It's best to get it over quick. Trying to be gentle only prolongs the agony. I don't know what my back looks like, but your fingers felt like tiger's claws and I bet you've drawn blood, so we're even."
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't know ... "
"Think nothing of it, darling, this is worth a few little scratches, you're a lovely fuck, tight as a glove, with a belly like velvet," I bent over and sucked her tits.
"Oh Dick ... darling it's getting exciting ... oh Dick ... oh push, it isn't hurting me now ... oh it keeps reaching my waist and my breasts are on fire ... " her voice became fainter and she gave a convulsive shiver ... then went stiff and moaned as she spilled over into her ecstasy. I slowed down, then stopped and lifted my head. I pushed in and held it buried to the root, feeling the pulsations of her hot vagina and the gentle suck of her glutinous slime. I waited till she slowly opened her eyes and stirred, then, more gently, carried on fucking her.
"I ... never knew ... it was ... like ... this," she gasped tremulously, "oh Dick, I want mother to see me ... all bloody."
"My wife would like to too. Not sorry-are you?"
"Oh no! As if I could be ... it's perfect ... I'm delighted. We fit together beautifully ... don't we?"
"So we should, darling ... pricks and cunts are made to measure."
"Not all of them. I'm glad I waited till I met you. You have the longest prick I've seen ... " she heaved a sigh of contentment, "mom told me to wait ... "
"She seems a sensible woman," I observed, "and I must say I'm grateful to her ... she must be very broad minded."
"You mean letting me come with you? To be alone with you? I wouldn't have taken any notice if she'd tried to stop me. She told me a long time ago that she wasn't going to interfere in my life ... and she never has. But after your wife had talked to her and she'd seen you, she gave me the sign that she approved of you."
"I see. But isn't all this going to spoil your chances of getting married?"
"I don't think I want to get married. Mom says hers was a disappointment and she's glad dad left her. She's free now to ... "
"Fuck about?" I suggested.
"Yes," she laughed, "that's it, she's free to fuck about and go with whom she likes and I think I shall remain single."
"You'll get a bad reputation, they call that kind of woman a whore you know?"
"Well, it seems better than being tied down to one man, so alright I'll become a whore. What's the difference between a married woman and a whore? Does a whore have to have any special qualifications?"
"Let's take the first part of your questions first. A married woman probably has to submit to more fucking for the first year or two, till her husband gets so used to her he has a job to get a hard on ... for her. Then she gets less and less fuck. A whore is never sure where her next fuck is coming from and she has to go out to find it. The men who pick her up want it, so there's no trouble about a hard on, but she stands a good chance of picking up a dose of V.D. because her prick up isn't going to tell her he has it. But a whore has a constant variety and is always on her toes and anxious to please her men. The best course is for her to have regulars ... half a dozen or a dozen different men she knows to be clean. As to qualifications, a whore has to be prepared to do a lot of obscene things that a wife wouldn't be expected to do. She has to learn to use her mouth and in addition to her cunt she must be ready to offer her anus. She must be versatile and willing to pander to men's baser demands ... and there are a lot of perverts about these days."
"Except for that bit about the V.D. I find being a whore more attractive than being a wife. Though it seems a bit complicated and I'd want to practice the ... the obscene things first, with someone I liked. Dick, you seem to know a lot about it. Would you put me through it and teach me all the tricks a whore has to know?"
"Providing Molly says it's O.K., I'd love to. Might take a bit of time, but if you're willing you'll soon learn."
"Is it difficult?" she asked, kneading her fists against the seat.
"No-it's easy. It's a question of ... what's the word I want? You know what fastidious means? I asked.
"Yes."
"That's the difficulty ... fighting against disgust ... a whore can't be fastidious."
I saw I was talking to myself. Her eyes were turned up again and she was rolling her head and moaning. I felt excitement rise in me and I fucked her fast and hard. There was no question of pulling out as the sweet agony of ecstasy seized and wrung me. I gave her my spunk and I was generous. I pulled my sputtering penis up and down her vagina, gushing promiscuously while I dizzily took in her white feminine body, the full tight heaving tits with their pricked and crusty nipples, her hard belly, the thick sheaves of black hair in her armpits and over her cunt. Then I slumped over her, panting and temporarily spent, feeling my penis shrinking and drawing itself in and my testicles sagging.
I leaned on her, resting, for a few minutes, then moved back. She wearily lifted her head and stared at me drunkenly, mouth wet and open, eyes pink lidded and moist.
"Is it ... over?" she murmured, letting her head fall back.
"We'll have a rest, darling. I think they'll be coming home soon. Do you want to get dressed?"
"Are you going to ... fuck me ... again?" she asked, her voice shady.
"Later on. I don't know how long you'll be staying. If you stay late enough, I will."
"Am I still bleeding, Dick?"
I took a look, her cunt was smothered in blood and the wounds were still welling up.
"Yes ... it's going to be pretty sore tomorrow, I'm afraid."
"Help me up, Dick," she began struggling feebly to sit up, so I took her arms and gently pulled her to her feet. She stood swaying and leaning heavily on me.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" I said.
"No Dick ... I want to stand up ... to let the blood run down my legs."
"Oh yes, I remember, you want your mother to see?"
"That's it, yes. She'll want to, she'll enjoy seeing me in a mess. Hold it Dick, while I ... "
I held her steady and she put her hands to her cunt and dappled her fingers in her blood, then began to spread it. She drew gory streaks up her belly and around the area, then rubbed it over her thighs, giggling shakily. She would have fallen down if I hadn't held her up. I noticed a small puddle of blood on the floor and drew her attention to it. Then I helped her kneel down near it and she scooped it up and plastered it thickly into her thick cunt mat.
"God! You look as if you've been stabbed-she'll run for the police."
"She won't and I have been stabbed anyway ... you stabbed me with your prick and wounded me in the cunt ... and I love you ... " she crooned, "oh fuck ... fuck ... glorious lovely fuck ... I'm not a virgin ... any more ... you've fucked me ... wide open and ripped me ... going to make me a ... whore," she giggled and sucked the blood off her fingers.