Chapter 2
Charlie could only take Stella for about a month. Her demands on his cock were too great, and he couldn't always get his father's car.
They began to drift apart. But to Stella's surprise, she didn't mind. She began to have afternoon dates with other boys-boys who owned their own cars.
In her senior year, her folks finally allowed her to out with boys on dates-at night. No matter what time they picked her up, though, they had to promise to have her back home early. Stella objected at first, saying that other girls were allowed out till midnight on dates. But her parents were adamant, and surprisingly, none of the boys complained about the restriction.
With other girls they had to spend money to get some nookie. With Stella, there wasn't time for regular dates, such as movies and food. There was only time to buy a six-pack, head for the hill, and fuck.
Stella had the sneaking suspicion that she was being used, but the constant fire in her pussy drove her on. She also harbored even more resentment against her parents. Here she was, almost graduated from high school, and they were as strict as ever.
Up until her last semester of school, Stella had only fucked boys who really appealed to her. Eventually, her sexual promiscuity knew no bounds. She started fucking and sucking any dick that came her way. Any boy who wanted a little pussy knew he could get it from Stella.
It was a very small town and her reputation with the boys inevitably became common gossip-so much so, that the talk finally reached her father's ears.
In a murderous rage one night, her father yanked off his belt and beat the living shit out of her, until she was screaming in agony for mercy. He was only stopped from killing her by his wife, who came running in to see what was going on.
Stella cried herself to sleep that night and made a vow to get away from there as soon as possible.
But she soon realized that proved easier said than done. She had no money, and until she graduated and got a job, she had little chance to get any.
So for the next two months she kept fucking any boy at school who asked her, and dreamed about a job.
At last, graduation came. And so did the job-secretary in a fur storage warehouse.
The money wasn't bad, but it still wasn't enough to move out, especially since she needed to buy a car in order to get to work. Well, maybe if she bought a cheap car ...
The car salesman's name was Clint Usherwood. He was tall, in his twenties, blond, and even better looking than her first lover, Charlie. He was also much more a man of the world than Charlie. That made it that much easier for him to sweep Stella off her feet.
He sold her the car and then asked her for a date. Stella was too embarrassed to tell him about her parents' strictness, so she agreed to have lunch with him.
Clint had lost his parents and raised his younger sister, Trixie, who still lived with him. He, like Stella, longed for one thing-to get enough money to get out of the tank towns and into the big city where his real talents could thrive. Stella didn't ask Clint what his real talents were. She didn't care. One lunch and she was falling in love with him.
It was inevitable that Stella would have to tell him about her parents and her problems, when Clint insisted on taking her out.
When she did, he had the solution-skip lunch and go to a motel.
Stella readily agreed.
In the car, Stella could hardly wait. It took very little for her to envision him in the nude, shaking his dick in his strong hands. The image started her cunt juices flowing. As Clint continued to weave the car through the thin traffic, Stella placed a warm hand on his right thigh, a few inches from his cock.
"You don't know how bad I need you, Clint," she purred, moving her hand up to his dick.
He chuckled. "That goes for me, too, baby. Jesus ... careful!"
His cock stirred. "You want me to rape you right here in the car?"
She smiled impishly and squeezed his hardened flesh. "You say it, but you won't do it."
He gritted his teeth against the sensation her fingers were bringing him. "I damn sure will when we get there!"
She just laughed and took away her hand.
Once in the room, neither of them wasted any time.
Stella unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head. The heat of the day had kept her under things to a minimum. She wore a French-cut bra and flimsy pink panties. These she hastily removed, revealing a taut, firm body. Her tits were large, like two melons jutting from her slim chest, with pink circles centering them.
Growing out of those sensuous areolas were two dime-sized nipples, both of which were already filling with blood and enlarging as Clint's eyes caressed them. Her waistline was so slim, he could have come close to surrounding it with his two hands. She had solid hips, with no loose flesh. Her belly was a flat plane dimpled with a tiny, winking navel, and a light line of fuzz led from her belly to the thatch of dark curling hair covering her pussy,
"God, you're beautiful," he sighed.
"And ready, darling," Stella moaned. "So ready!"
She sat on the bed and motioned for him to join her. Her moist, red lips were slightly parted, and her legs began to open.
Clint quickly moved to the bed and covered her mouth with his as his hand rested hotly on the firmness of her inner thigh. He could feel the blast of heat as his touch seemed to turn her cunt on, just like an oven.
Stella began to squirm. She wrapped her hands around his body, snaking them upward and curling them through his thick hair. Her tingling fingertips ran along his jawbone, tracing a path from one ear to the other. Her deft fingers unbuttoned his shirt and reached inside. She pressed her palms flat against his strong chest, loving the hardness of it. She rubbed his flesh, working down to the flatness of his stomach, loosening his belt with her other hand while still kissing him.
Clint crushed his mouth to hers, pressing as hard as he could, using the tip of his tongue to caress her gums, the hollows of both cheeks, the roof of her mouth. He pushed and stabbed his tongue into her mouth again and again, like a rigid prick fucking into an eager cunt.
The tingle Stella felt ran right down into her frothing pussy. She jammed her tongue around his, lunging into his mouth. Both tongues intertwined, and each reacted as if an electric current was sizzling through their blazing bodies.
Neither had spoken a word since their tongue-duel had begun. The urge to fuck was building steadily in both of them, blocking out all thoughts. Words would have been wasted at a time like this. Each sensed the desire in the other.
Their wanton lust continued to build. Stella began tugging at his clothes, wanting to feel the contact of his naked flesh against her skin. But Clint felt so aroused by the touch of her fingers, he didn't want to stop and remove his clothing. Her fingers were too erotic, her kisses too exciting. But even as their lips clung to each other, he felt her slowly removing his shirt.
Stella reached down and felt the hardness of his straining cock as it pushed against his pants. "Darling, take your clothes off, please! Hurry! I want to see your cock!"
She shook with anticipation while she watched him disrobe. With each article of clothing he took off, her need for him seemed to grow more urgent. She kept pressing her thighs together, trying to ease the tension building between them, but only made herself feel worse.
When the last of his clothes came off, he stood before her stark naked. His glistening cock, as big and as ripe for action as any she had ever seen, caused added excitement to burn in her cunt.
"Ohhh, God, darling, what a cock, you've got!" she breathed. "It's so big, and so beautiful! I can hardly wait to feel it inside my little pussy!"
Clint moved closer to her, until his firm, moist length of male flesh was pressing into her naked belly. She rubbed back and forth against it, like a she-cat in heat, as it smeared her flesh with his pre-cum.
She reached down and grasped it. Then, stretching up on tiptoes, she fitted the enormous thing between her soft thighs and let it sink into the hot cunt waiting there for it.
Stella shivered in ecstasy as she felt his fiery dick sear its way between the pulsing walls of her cunt-walls that closed around him lovingly, holding him tightly inside her until she had swallowed his entire length.
"Oooohhhhh, now ... now, darling!" she panted heatedly.
Just a few quick thrusts and her cunt exploded.
"Jesus," Clint gasped. "You came already, baby?"
"Oh, yes ... but keep fucking! God, I was so hot, Clint!"
He pulled his cock out of her and stretched her across the bed. She cupped her huge tits together and pointed the fleshy cones toward his drooling mouth.
"You bitch ... you sweet, beautiful, little bitch!" he uttered as he accepted her all-too-tempting invitation.
He leaned into her and kissed her moist lips. She panted into his mouth, her tongue seeking his. They met and licked each other, first his mouth, then in hers, making wet sucking sounds with their mingling juices.
He lifted his mouth then and buried his teeth into the satiny white flesh of her shoulder. Stella's hands were in his hair. She ran her fingers through it, then traced the outline of his ears and his strong jaw as his mouth moved down to her right tit. He kissed her nipple passionately, then devoured it.
"Oh, fuck me again, Clint! Put your dick back inside me!"
"Soon, baby, soon. But I want to taste you first!"
Stella could never remember receiving such a thrill before-simply from having her tits sucked. In seconds, it seemed, Clint got her so hot that she experienced one of those skimming orgasms that made her cunt dripping wet.
After his sucking mouth had moved back and forth from nipple to nipple, until each of them tingled and glowed, she expected that he would simply fuck her and get it over with. She was amazed and delighted when she felt his hand caress her quivering belly, then slide down over her furry cunt to press against the flaming, wet lips of her pussy.
He was so different from the boys she had fucked in high school. He was a man. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to fill her with incredible excitement. She closed her eyes as tremendous thrills rocketed through her. And then, as his fingers played and teased with her seething pussy, she bent her knees upwards and brought her heels in close to her ass cheeks.
All at once, Clint grasped her ankles and pushed outward, spreading her thighs wide apart. The result was that her entire cunt and ass were laid bare to his gaze.
His tongue was suddenly on her belly, and he was moving downward.
"Oh, God, Clint, what are you doing?"
"I'm gonna eat you, honey. I'm gonna ram my tongue up your sweet pussy and drink you dry!"
My God, Stella thought, he's going to do it! He's really going to do it! How many times she had wished one of the boys in school would do it to her. None would.
Now she was sure she loved Clint Usherwood.
Clint had pushed her legs up almost to her tits. If it had been anyone else but him holding her like this, with her pussy dribbling madly and every fold of her cunt exposed to him, she would have been humiliated beyond reason. But all she could feel under his eyes was excitement.
Then she felt his hot kiss on the center of her cunt as he draped her legs over his shoulders and dipped his head into the fragrant, warm slit between them.
"Oh ... God!"
She felt him lay his long tongue on the pink flesh of her cunt. It lingered a moment on the partly open lips, then began to swab up and down-sensually-licking over her pubic hair and the slick edges of her cuntal lips.
Stella's mind screamed at the ecstasy of it, and then, if possible, it became even more beautiful. He wiggled his tongue in and out between the folds of her pussy, slurping up her juices. He fluttered little tongue-lashes against her hot clit. It tingled and pulsed so wildly that any instant she expected it to explode.
She began sobbing, wiggling her legs on his shoulders, her ass cheeks against the front of his chest. He kept on licking, sucking, biting at the tip of her clit. She went completely insane with passion. She felt her mind going off like a rocket as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked the firm flesh until the first spasm of a full-scale orgasm hit her.
"Ooooooohhhhhh, Aaahhhhhh!" she squealed as she kept throbbing, her clitoris vibrating against his lips and tongue. "Now! Now! OH, GOD, GIVE ME COCK NOW!"
The next thing Stella knew, he was on the bed with her.
She stared up at him with her lips parted and her tits rising and falling, nipples stretching taut. She lowered her eyes to see his cock throbbing and jerking wildly, lurching from the wiry hair of his groin.
"Do you love me?" he suddenly rasped.
"I ... I don't know, Clint. I think so."
Whether she loved him-if indeed, it was possible for her to really love any man-or whether he was simply another conquest, another man, another cock that she wanted to fuck, she didn't know.
She felt his prick give a delightful, tight, jerk as he massaged her cunt with it. Then she hissed a squeal of sweet shock as he fed his cockhead into her cunt mouth.
Ooohhhh, God, he felt so good!
New, voluptuous pleasures filled her body as she felt his thickness, his great cock creeping deeper and deeper into her, opening more and more of her cunt as he ground into her with each succeeding stroke. Her clutching, slippery pussy clung around his flesh, molding to his length and breadth as he fucked harder, faster.
She could feel his hard belly and chest against hers, his coarse hair mingling with her soft fuzz, her encircling wet-warm cunt taking him and taking him, until she had all that he had to give her.
He fit into her so tightly that she wondered if she could ever let go-if she ever wanted to let go. She opened and closed her cuntal walls. The inner muscles of her pussy quaked as her legs now dangled helplessly off the sides of the bed and he continued to plough her furrow.
She panted and worked her hips up and down off the bed, furiously, desperately. Then, all at once, she felt the world closing in on her. For a moment, she couldn't breathe. She fucked up at him wildly, wailing, gasping, feeling her climax approaching but holding off until she felt his come take hold, so that they could come together.
And then it was there-a shattering moment of bliss that turned into a torrent of absolute ecstasy, causing her to tingle from head to toe. Then she felt his flood of cum jet into her, washing all consciousness from her brain to leave her lying there beneath him, as though paralyzed, as he continued to pour his hot juice into the very core of her womb.
"Jesus, you're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had!" Clint panted as they lay clinging together in each other's arms, breathing as if they had both run for miles.
"Was I really good?" Stella asked in a voice made purposely small and uncertain.
"Shit, Stella," he joked, "you're good enough to marry and keep around!"
Marry? Stella had never thought of that. Jesus, could he be serious? That would be one sure way of getting away from her impossible parents!
The fuck sessions in place of lunch became a daily thing. Clint hinted at marriage a few more times, and then dropped it. When Stella brought it up again, he evaded it. At last when she became insistent, he came out and told her that he just didn't have enough money.
Then the bomb fell. Clint's boss said he was spending too long away from the lot. He couldn't meet her anymore at noon.
Stella took the lack of Clint's dick for a week, and then she couldn't stand it any longer. She told her father she had to have her car checked one night and left before he could say no.
She drove straight to the lot and found Clint in his office.
"Jesus, honey, you shouldn't have come here."
"I had to, Clint," she sobbed into his shoulder. "I just had to! Can you get off early? Let's go to your place. I've got to have your cock!"
"Jesus, honey, my sister Trixie is there."
"I don't care. Send her away," Stella pleaded. "I need you!"
"Hold on!" He walked to the office door. "Hey, Walt, watch the joint for a little while, will ya?"
"Sure, Clint," a voice answered, and laughed. "What if Trixie comes by?"
"Tell her I've left."
Clint pulled the office drapes closed and turned to Stella.
She pulled the sweatshirt she was wearing over her head. Her big tits were braless, bouncing in front of his eyes. Grinning, she leaned closer, placing her mouth gently over his, pecking softly at his lips.
"Jesus, you are a little bitch, you know that?" Clint croaked, grabbing her and pulling her to him. Her tits were crushed against his chest.
His hands ran along her back and down over her jeans where he began stroking her soft, ripe ass cheeks. He could feel the softness, realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties. He squeezed each cheek and rubbed the back of each thigh.
Stella buried her face in the nape of his neck, kissing him gently. "Fuck me, Clint. Please, fuck me!"
She pulled him down to the carpeted floor and rolled over on her side, keeping his hands firmly on her full, lush tits. Her hand slid under the top of his trousers, passing the coarse hair and touching his erect cock.
Clint spread his legs wider, giving her room. He felt her hand dive down, palming his balls and fingering the flesh between his balls and asshole. His cock lay against her wrist, growing and throbbing, while his face was buried against her tits. He encircled her nipples with his tongue and attempted to get the whole luscious mound into his mouth.
Stella undid her zipper, took his hand and directed it down to her warm, wet and hungry pussy. His finger searched and found the opening. He massaged it gently, feeling the wetness of her slit lubricate his finger. He took his wet finger out, still moist, placed it between both their lips and watched each other's tongues, lick it and then kiss the sweetness off each other's lips.
His cock was now full and pounding against her arm, while her hand still squeezed his balls.
Clint sat up, placed his hands inside her half-undone jeans and slid them off. He quickly dropped his own pants, revealing a stiff and hungry cock that was pointing at Stella. She grabbed his dick and moved her body closer to his.
"I want to suck and lick you all over," he groaned, kneeling with his knees on the floor and arranging her on the small couch in the corner of the office.
His mouth moved over her tits, kissing and tonguing, feeling her stomach rise with ecstasy as he worked his way down to the fuzzy soft hair around her cunt. His body came off the floor as he dived into her crotch, throwing his left leg over her head, surrounding both sides of her face with his knees.
He began to kiss and suck the insides of her thighs, taking large amounts of soft flesh into his mouth and between his teeth. He continued sucking and biting while she was holding on gently to his cock.
She hungrily pulled his hips closer to her face and took his cock into her warm mouth. She sucked the throbbing head, tonguing the slit on the top, and finally driving the entire shaft of meat deep, adjusting her throat muscles and gliding her lips along the pulsating flesh.
Her finger ran wild through the deep valley separating his ass cheeks. She tickled his crack, preparing to ram her finger into it. Her mouth gave up the cock, and she pulled his ass closer and felt his prick drop to her neck. She began to lick his ass, her entire mouth alive, as was his, licking and driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy, slurping and drowning in the sweet juices. Clint's tongue went in and out, around and around, as her thighs wrapped around his neck for support.
Finally, his head came up, causing her to stop and anticipate the next move. His leg came over her face and he looked down at her, readjusting himself and preparing to go inside her. His cock was pounding and her slit was wide and wet, ready for the fuck.
He spread both her legs, leaning over her as she grabbed hold of his prick and aimed it. Her knees shot into the air. When the head of his cock had made contact, feeling the softness and her warmth, he began to ram, driving his rod through the opening. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and watched her face twist with lust. She began to scrape the back of his neck with her nails as his big cock slid against the walls of her cunt.
She watched his ass rise and fall with the inward and outward motions, often slamming with his entire weight against her. Slowly and gently he began a steady motion, fucking her. She eagerly awaited his cum and her orgasm. In and out, in and out he fucked, driving his prick against her cervix, feeling her juices and smelling her pussy. With a frantic surge, his motions increased, jerking and pushing his cock with greater thrusts.
Both their bodies jerked and twisted, anticipating the end, holding tighter to one another as their passion reached an unbearable peak.
Then Stella felt Clint's balls explode. Cum shot out of his aching sac and blasted into her hungry pussy. She reached her own climax at the same time, flooding his cock and balls with her steaming juice.
Clint's body collapsed, drained and spent, while she continued to hold him tight, refusing to release the cock inside her. They continued to fuck, slowly and gently, until their breathing returned to normal.
"Oh, Jesus, that was good," she moaned.
Clint lifted himself free and rolled onto the floor, trying to regain some portion of his strength. They looked at each other, Clint running his fingers through her hair, causing her to smile, feeling relaxed and satisfied.
"Feeling a little better?" he asked.
Stella nodded, kissed him quickly, and sat up. "I guess I'd better go."
"I don't want you to go-ever," he said softly.
"And I don't want to, but I have to."
"Not if we're married."
Stella gasped. "Do you mean that? But you said we don't have the money!"
"We don't," Clint replied. "But there's a place where we can get it."
"Where?"
"That fur warehouse where you work."
"Clint ... you mean ... ?"
"Tomorrow at noon, come over to my place. You can meet my sister and we'll talk about it."