Chapter 6
Carl grabbed Miranda's hand and they ran out of Jesse's house, down the sidewalk, to the corner. He felt free for the first time in his life, and happier than he'd ever experienced. Miranda kept up with him, but it wasn't easy. Carl leaped along the sidewalk pulling her every step of the way.
"Slow down, Carl." she laughed.
"You have to say that to me all the time, don't you?" he smiled. Hearing Miranda say she wanted to make love with him made him feel like a man for the first time in his life and nothing anyone could say could ever take that away.
Carl slowed down and let Miranda catch her breath. She bent over taking a rest and Carl paced back and forth over the sidewalk.
"Let me take you out to dinner." Carl said.
"Okay, where?"
"Anywhere you want to go." he said, Carl didn't care. What ever Miranda wanted was fine with him.
"But I thought you didn't have money, Carl?" Miranda asked. She heard Jesse say Carl was broke. How much could he have working in a grocery store all day?
"I have plenty of money, Miranda, see." Carl took out his wallet and showed her a wad big enough to choke a horse. She couldn't imagine where he would get such a roll and was afraid to ask, but Miranda wanted to be sure Carl wasn't spending money that wasn't his.
"Carl." Miranda asked, with tact. "Where did you get that?"
"I earned it." he said, proudly.
"Where?"
"Working."
"At the store?" Miranda questioned. She knew Carl couldn't make more than minimum wage.
"Ya, at the store."
"How much do you make, Carl?" Miranda asked, curiosity mounting.
"Dad pays me four dollars an hour." Carl said. "But after taxes I make about a hundred and thirty dollars every week."
Miranda made six times that and still had to pinch pennies. She couldn't imagine anyone getting by on such a meager amount, but then it occurred to her, Carl lived at home. He didn't go out, didn't drink. He didn't have much to spend his money on and if he saved most of it, he just might have some put away.
"I'm not prying or anything Carl, but just out of curiosity, how much money do you have." she asked.
"Well, there's about sixteen hundred here." he said, innocently. "Is that what you wanted to know, or were you asking how much money I have everywhere else?"
"I guess everywhere else." Miranda smiled.
Carl thought about the question for a minute then asked if she wanted to know because she wanted his money and when Miranda told him absolutely not, he believed her.
"Dad said all women want money or sex. I'm glad you just want sex." he smiled.
"Carl! That's not true." Miranda said. She was annoyed that Jesse would tell him such a thing.
"I don't want your money or sex."
"But, you told me you wanted to make love, Miranda."
"Yes, well, I do, but that's not the same thing."
"Why not?"
"It just isn't, that's all, damn, Carl. If sex was all I wanted I could get that anywhere. I told you I wanted to make love with you because I like you very much, Carl."
"Well, okay, I'll tell you then." Carl said. He told Miranda that he'd been working at the store for eleven years, ever since he turned sixteen. He'd saved his checks every week for all that time, except every Christmas when he spent a little for gifts. Between the money he'd put away and the interest he'd earned, Carl was boasting a bank account holding more than one hundred thirty seven thousand dollars. Miranda's face turned white. She couldn't imagine him having that kind of money, but Carl proved it by letting her see his bank book.
"Does Mr. Vanderhorn know about this?" she asked.
"No, neither does mom. They think I spend my money on books and magazines."
"Why, do you have a lot of them?" Miranda figured he must have for Jesse and Alice to think that's where one hundred thirty bucks a week was going.
"Oh, sure, I've got tons of them. I get magazines from Williard's New stand, but he gives them to me. I always get one copy of every one he sells."
"How you don't steal them, do you?"
"Stealing isn't legal, Miranda." Carl said. "He gives the outdated copies to me. When I get them they're a month out of date but most of the time you can't tell, unless it's Time or News Week. They sometimes have old news, but most of the others are just as fresh as if they were the current issue. I also have a lot of books. I buy some at yard sales and library sales. I've got the whole collection of Sherlock Holmes murder mysteries and I only gave three dollars for them."
"That's amazing." Miranda said, with a warm smile.
"Ya, I never allow myself to spend more than ten dollars on books in a months time, but at twenty five cents a book, I can get forty of them. I don't always find that many, but sometimes I do."
"Do you read them all?" Miranda was impressed. She'd never known anyone who read forty books before, and the way Carl was talking, that was a months haul for him.
"Sure, I do. I've read every book in the library." Carl said. He didn't think that unusual. He thought everyone read, books at night. Some people worked nights but they must read during the daytime, that way his reasoning.
"The library?" Miranda questioned. "Nobody has read all the books in a library, Carl." she smiled.
"That's what my dad said too, but it's true, Miranda. Why would I lie about something like that? We have to get off this corner now." Carl said.
"Why?"
"It has a bus bench on it."
"So?"
"Well, if the driver comes and we don't get on, he'll be pissed that he had to stop." Carl explained.
"Let's get on it then, Carl. Let's take a bus all the way across town and back."
"What for?"
"Just because. Let's just ride around until we see a place we want to stop." When the bus came they boarded. Miranda paid the fare. She wanted to put his mind at ease about wanting his money. They rode for miles looking at all the lights and decorations in the store windows, then got off to have dinner.
Carl was a gentleman all through the evening. He was considerate and kind, loving and funny.
Miranda liked him more and more and when they decided to take in a movie, she kissed him as. soon as the house lights went dark. Carl kissed back this time controlling him passion. If Miranda wanted to make love with him, that must mean his dream to marry her was becoming a reality. He lost his nervousness somewhat and was better able to respond without mauling her.
They watched a sex film, It wasn't a good one, but they both were intrigued with it. The leading man was a shoe repair man living alone. He kept his shop in the rear of his home and worked late at night fixing shoes. One night a young girl came to the shop wanting her heel repaired and when the man let her inside, she laughed at him.
The man grabbed the young girl then locked the door. He put a gag on her so her screams couldn't be heard then he carried her to the back room. His cobblers bench was long and made of oak. The man cleared it by using his arm and knocking everything to the floor. He hoisted the young girl up to the wooden table then tied her hands and feet with rope. She squirmed and twisted trying to break free, but to no avail.
After pulling all the shades in the shop, the man came to the table and looked at the girl. .She was young and lovely, not unlike Miranda, and he unbuttoned her blouse letting her breasts fall free. Next he pulled off her skirt and panties leaving her completely nude and vulnerable.
The young girl acted afraid but Miranda and Carl could easily see it was an act. She needed three or four more years of acting school to convince the audience, but they figured there was no harm in using imagination.
The man stood along side of the young naked girls body and grinned devilishly. He touched her nipples with his fingers then let them travel the length of her body all the way to her toes. He was teasing the girl, poking and probing her curves before using a more stimulating method of fondling.
The camera gave Miranda and Carl a close up of the girls pussy slit. It zoomed in close showing the pink folds of skin surrounding her hole and Miranda looked over at Carl for his reaction. He was leaning forward in the seat taking in every detail and she smiled at him deciding not to disturb his enjoyment.
The shoe repair man slipped his finger up her pussy, pushing it all the way in, and she squirmed on it trying to get him away, but the more she wiggled, the faster his finger darted in and out. He wanted to finger her cunt until it flowed wet with juice.
After the man managed to get the girl's cunt running, he went around and inched between her spread thighs. The camera had to shoot from overhead to catch the shot. It showed the long tongue slipping in and out of the girls pussy and he was lapping up her cunt cream as quickly as she dribbled it. His face wasn't touching the girls body, just his unusually long tongue, and after several minutes watching him lick her snatch, the camera moved around under the table showing the man's stiff cock. He was masturbating himself while he sucked her slit clean and getting it ready to fuck the pretty maiden until she fainted from the pain.
Miranda winced seeing the size of his schlong, but all men in sex movies had unusually large cocks. John Holmes sported a fourteen inch cock and this guys made his look dwarfed. He held the thick meat up then backed his face away from the young girls wet slit. His eyes were shining with lust as he stood on a stool to line up the throbbing cockmeat with her pussy.
It was, of course, a perfect match, and when he rammed it to her, the girls ass lifted off the table. The man slipped his hands under her ass cheeks raising her onto his dick. He flicked her cunt so fast the camera had to back off to keep from getting a blurred shot. Miranda's own pussy started to twinge at the thought of tacking a cock that size. She could almost feel the pain it would induce and as Carl looked over at her, she was engrossed in the picture. He figured she must be enjoying it and opted not to disturb her.
The man violated the girl in every imaginable way. He fucked her throat then took her virgin asshole. He even drove a thick hammer handle up her cunt and made her dizzy with pain. He worked the girl over with every ounce of strength he had and when his huge cock finally shot it's load, Miranda watched with amazement.
The camera man pulled in close as the massive cock squirted cum. The man held it over the girls mouth and let the spray squirt from his piss hole so that the camera caught every blast. His dick pulsated like a fire hose filling with water and the slit in his knob opened like the mouth of a volcano. Hot lather flowed from it, streaming out the slit past the girls face then onto the floor. It was firing fast, one stream after the other and as the man realized he was missing the girt, he stood up on the stool and pointed his cock downward. The girl opened her mouth and took in the jism. It was hot and thick and she swallowed every drop she could get.
The man bled his cock for her, milking the hot cum up the shaft and into her eager lips. She wanted it and he gave it to her. Next, he went around to the girls cunt and lapped it a few times licking up her sweet excitement. Carl loved seeing that part. He longed to taste Miranda's cunt the same way.
The shoe repair man took out three rubber dongs from under the work bench. Miranda felt embarrassed seeing them because they were just like hers. She kept a supply of rubber cocks on hand for all the lonely nights she spent watching old movies.
The man used the biggest dildo in the girls pussy. The camera came in for the close up and the entire screen was filled with the shot of her wide spread pussy lips and gushing cunt slit. He shoved the dick in until it sank all the way to the fake rubber balls.
The huge veins on the thing rubbed to her clit and the girl, shaken at first, began humping her pussy onto it like a wild animal. She was hungry for a fuck and the man used his fake thick cock to give her what she needed.
Next, he pulled out another dong and slid it up her ass. She wailed out when it penetrated but the rag tied around her mouth didn't let the scream be heard. It was a muffled sound, like air pressing against the side of a rubber tube.
The camera showed how the man alternated dongs in her holes. First, he'd let the big cock thrust all the way up her cunt and as it came out, the one in her ass went deep. He was showing it in slow motion for the audience and Carl was completely absorbed with the action. His cock swelled to full size and Miranda noticed him squirming in the seat trying to get comfortable.
She couldn't fault Carl for getting aroused. Her own slit felt like it was draining from her canal into her panties and when she reached under her dress for a quick feel, discovered she was right. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet.
Miranda thought she'd give Carl a thrill. She reached over and took his hand guiding it up her dress to the wet place. Carl's eyes got big when he felt her thigh and bigger yet when he felt her wetness but when Miranda pulled aside her panties and let him dip a finger to her pussy, Carl's eyes almost came out of their sockets.
He fingered her slit in the movie theater with passion. Sliding it up and down, in and out, in and out, until his hand was drenched from her cunt juices.
Miranda slumped forward letting her hips come to the edge of the chair and Carl was able to go deeper. He finger flicked her pussy deeply and Miranda wondered if his cock was as large as his hands were big. She'd heard you could tell the size of a man's dick by the size of his hands. If there was any truth to it at all, Miranda was in for a dick about as huge as the shoe repairman's on the screen.
Carl looked into Miranda's eyes as if to say, please, I need you, and she looked back with the same message. He slipped from his chair and tried to squeeze in front of her but there wasn't room. She made him get back in his seat and finger her some more.
Carl's cock was screaming to get out of his pants. It was pressed so tightly against the fabric his blood supply was choking off. Miranda reached over and let the thing free. She unzipped his pants and pulled it through the slit in his jockey shorts. When Carl's dick came out it stretched halfway up his abdomen. She couldn't believe the size of it.
He looked at her again this time saying, please, let me luck you now, an Miranda couldn't deny him. She got up from her chair and sat in Carl's lap putting her sopping wet hole around the throbbing rod then slowly lowered herself onto it as if impaling herself on a long sword.
The chills running through Carl's body were electric. This was the first time in his life he'd fucked a pussy and it was better that he ever imagined. The slick wet walls of her cunt enveloped his cock and the smoothness of it made him wince with passion.
She took him in as far as she could and Carl closed his eyes and let the feelings overtake his body. She slowly pumped up and down on Carl's cock and the more she did, the more difficult his breathing became. He huffed air from his nostrils like a bull and he clenched his teeth together, grinding them into one another.
As Carl's passion rose, so did Miranda's, and soon she was humping her cunt over his, cock like a woman possessed. The men in the seats around them were watching them flick, but Miranda didn't Scare. She wanted Carl's hard long cock as deep up her pussy as it would go and nothing was going to keep her from bringing him off or being brought off.
His balls started to draw tight. Carl could feel the excitement in his bones and he moved his hips up and down meeting Miranda's strokes. He was flicking cunt. Really getting a piece of it and it felt better than good. He put his hands to Miranda's hips under her dress then pulled her down on his cockmeat. She let him, even helped, and as Carl felt the cum in his balls begin to well he pulled faster letting his body relax and the hot lather from his dick make its way out the shaft and up Miranda's deep sucking cunt.
When Miranda saw Carl cumming she continued humping her pussy onto his dick. She rubbed the thick veins of his shaft over and over her cut pulling the foreskin up and down until she climaxed on it. It took her longer to bring herself off but Carl held fast letting her finish. The men next to Carl watched as his Miranda came off and they all had their cocks in hand masturbating as she went over the top.
"Everybody's looking at us, Miranda." Carl said, noticing it.
"Where?" she asked turning around. There they were, men surrounding them on all sides and Miranda felt awful. She was embarrassed beyond imagination until Carl asked her if it was good. She told him the best and when the men around them cheered, she smiled.
"I'd like to marry you, Miranda." Carl said. He just knew this was the perfect time to solidify their relationship, but Miranda went cold with the words and climbed off his cock. Her pussy dripped cum all over his slacks as she tried to get back to her seat and Carl wondered why she was acting so upset.
"Is everything alright?" he asked.
"No, Carl."
"What's the matter?"
"Let's just get out of here."
"Why, Miranda?"
"Just come on." She got up and ran up the aisle then out to the street. Carl tucked his spent cock in then followed.
"Miranda, wait up." he yelled. She stopped for him and turned around.
"Why did you have to spoil everything?" she asked.
"How? What did I do?" Carl was confused. He didn't understand what was wrong.
"Why did you say that?"
"What, ask you to marry me?"
"Yes, damnit!"
"I love you, Miranda, that's why. I've loved you from the beginning."
"Oh, please, Carl. We've know each other for hours, what beginning?" Miranda ran down the street with Carl chasing her and when she wasn't able to run any further, she stopped.
"Everything was so good, Carl. Why did you ruin it? I won't marry you, Carl, damn you. Why did you say that?"
Carl didn't understand. He thought she wanted the same as he. He thought Miranda loved him, why else would she want to luck him that way? He didn't try to keep up with her when she started running again. He just let her go.
Miranda ran all the way to the bus stop then sat on the bench. She was confused and hurt. Carl made a mockery of her in front of everyone. He let her make a fool of herself by flicking him in front of complete strangers then he joked about it by suggesting they marry. Any girl who flicks in a movie theater isn't the marrying kind, she reasoned. Why did he insult her that way? Miranda reasoned she had it coming. If she would stoop so low as to lose her control that way, he had a right to make fun of her.
Miranda was so wrapped up in her own guilt that she failed to realize Carl was serious. He wasn't making digs, or poking fun. He loved her and he wanted to marry her and have babies and a dog and a house full of cats. She couldn't see the innocence of the man, or the purity of heart because her own self doubting got in the way.
Carl walked home a shattered man. Jesse was right, all women wanted was money and cock. Miranda got what she wanted and now she wanted to move on. He felt sick on his stomach and Carl stopped to throw up. More than anything he wanted Miranda for his wife, but what hope was there now if all she wanted was cock?