Chapter 13
Olive didn't care about what had happened. She didn't care if she had ten babies all at once. All she knew was that she wanted this big man, Pete, to fuck her again with that marvelous huge cock of his. She wanted to feel his bigness swelling and throbbing inside her; feel it jam hard against her clit until she went mad and then, yes, have it all again-the hot sperm smashing against the walls of her womb. She was near fainting from the pleasure of that first fuck of his and she felt, with pleasure, the quickly cooling sperm inside her, could picture it soaking the inside of her cunt like slowly solidifying candle wax.
"Man, but that was a groove," she whispered to Pete Lonsdale.
"I'm glad you liked it, Olive," he said, catching his breath. His organ was limp as he lay beside her, but he knew he was a good enough man to get it up again once a short period of time was past.
"It was the best thing I've ever had happen to me," she said warmly.
Pete took her in his arms, then, and kissed her. "That's saying quite a lot," he said.
"You did quite a lot," she replied. She could still feel his cock inside her. It was as though every fibre of her cunt still retained the exquisite memory of his hugeness ravishing her. It was a good feeling, like warm summers in the San Bernardino mountains when she was a young girl running barefooted through the grassy Holcomb Valley near Big Bear Lake. It was like good evenings at home when her father was in a good mood, smiling at her.
Always it got back to her father. She knew now that she had probably wanted him for a long time. Pete had made that clear with his attentions and his intense lovemaking. Made it certain in her own mind that Pete was the welcome substitute for her own father. Now that she knew it, she wanted Pete all the more. It made it possible for her to live in the best of two worlds. This, she thought to herself, was, in truth, eating your cake and having it, too.
Feeling this warm happy glow all over her body, Olive reached over and took Pete's cock in her hand. The limp flesh made her feel tender toward him. A few moments before, that same mass of muscles, sinew, and nerves had been swollen within her like a rubber jackhammer and now it was soft like warmed gun from a gum tree. She kneaded the sated flesh of his cock between her fingers, tumbling his sleeping flesh in rapid movement.
"Your hand feels good there," he said in the dark of the cabin.
"I want to get ready again," she sighed, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.
"You mean hard."
"Yes. Hard. Hard as a rock."
"There is a way," he said tentatively.
"To what?"
"To get it hard in a hurry."
"How?" she asked. "Maybe you won't want to do it."
"Maybe I will."
He reached his hand over to her thighs and found her pussy. He pushed on it gently as though to define its boundaries.
"Yes," he said, "maybe you will."
"Just tell me what you want me to do," she said.
"Suck me."
The storm hurried the winds along and spat the rain against the Sea Stud as though in punctuation to their almost whispered dialogue.
"I will," she said, and turned her body like a growing vine next to him.
"You're a doll," he murmured.
"Mmmmm," she smiled, and found his latent cock with her lips.
They brushed across the wad of flesh like a warm whisper and Pete took her young head in his arms. "You're such a' sweet girl, Olive," he said. "To do this."
"I want to," she said. "You make me very happy."
He gave her head a squeeze, too overcome to reply. Her lips brushed against his limp cock again and he waited for her to arouse him.
Olive thought to herself that it was unlike her affair with Cathy. With Pete, all the lovemaking parts were on the outside. She kissed his limp rod and then extended her tongue and licked it. It wasn't that much different, after all, she decided.. The smell of his love musk made her giddy again. She decided, then, to be bold.
She took his cock into her mouth and swathed it in her saliva. She felt it stir like an awakening serpent.
Gradually she became less self-conscious with herself. This was not anything totally new, after all. It was merely sex in another form. But the newness was still a "thing" with her. Even more exciting, though, because it was with Pete Lonsdale. Her father's boss. Her father's substitute.
She felt a sense of power with his cock in her mouth. She could bite it off and he would be less of a man than he was. She almost shuddered at the horrible thought of such a thing. Still-it was there. It had flesh and blood in it. But she felt even more powerful knowing that she could work a magic with it. Transform it. Turn it from a limp useless pisser into a giant throbbing cock that could fill her cunt with its massiveness. This was what she wanted. This was the best thought of all.
Her lips suckled him like a piglet at its mother's teat. She took the head of his cock between them and tasted it as though it were a mushroom fresh picked from a forest glade. Her face buried itself in the hollow of his thighs. She could feel the growth of his organ, like a stalk of meat suddenly finding life.
"That feels good, Olive."
She was silent, absorbed in her love work.
His cock began to uncoil, become rigid. The muscles filled with blood from the veins and soon she could taste the lemony seepings from his tiny slit hole in the tip end of his prick.
Pete pushed upward, his cudgel disappearing in Olive's mouth. He could feel the back of her throat and the touch of it brought the blood rushing to the head of his instrument. Her pulling mouth brought intense pleasure to his whole body, but especially to his organ, now laved to a slick harness, curved like some thick sickle of flesh. Her mouth tightened around his cock and he pushed in and out slowly, letting the warm feeling flow through him. As her lips sucked on his reddening organ, she swabbed the head of it with her coarse tongue, describing a circular movement as she did so.
She was surprised at herself. She was surprised that she could take so much of that long hard prick into her mouth. She felt that she could swallow its full length and pull it into her belly, attack her womb from a different direction. But she nearly gagged several times when she took too much of him. She did not let Pete know this, though. She blinked back the tears that came and continued her sucking. The salt-lemon taste of his discharge brought a thrill to her. She sucked at this and savored it on the tip of her tongue. The more she sucked the stuff away, the more seeped back out, it seemed. She liked it too when Pete up-thrust his hips and drove his shaft against the back of her throat. She knew she was sucking him good and the feeling made her clit tremble inside her soaked pussy like some rung bell tongue at the bottom of the sea.
She reached down tenderly and cupped his hairy balls in her hand. She began to gently massage the slack flesh of his sack as her mouth went up and down over his smooth wet prick. She kneaded his nuts in her hand and then moved her fingers underneath his nuts in her hand and then moved her fingers underneath his scrotum. She felt his body respond to this new touching and encouraged, she let her finger wander further underneath him. She found the narrow passageway from his sack to his anus and her fingernail probed the tight hole that lay like a puckered crater between the nates.
"Ummmmm." Pete moaned, and thrust upward with his hips.
Olive tightened her lips and took almost all of his flare-red prick into her throat. Her finger probed still further and when Pete's ass came down, she slid her finger inside his ass-hole. She found that she could control his movements by asserting pressure at this point and make his loins rise and fall as she wished. It became a delightful novelty to her. She fingered him as though she were working on a woman's pussy and slid her finger in and out of his ass-hole. Pete squirmed and wriggled on her finger like a goosed young girl and every time he moved, Olive took more of his cock into her sucking mouth.
"You're an artist," he told her. "You are already an expert at lovemaking in your teens, Olive. There are damn few grown women who know how to make a man this happy."
Olive gurgled with delight, his cudgel buried halfway down her throat. She tried to thank him but she would not release his throbbing cock from her suckling grip on it.
Pete reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He gave the back of her neck a gentle squeeze as if to say, "That's all right. Don't stop. Just keep sucking me."
Olive got the silent message and although her jaw was tired from the constant use of the muscles, she renewed her oral lovemaking.
Nor did she neglect her anal probing. The combined effort produced a rapport between the two that was even stronger than before. Olive's body began to perspire as she found new strength. Her mouth became more rubbery as she swished her saliva over his prick and sucked it in and out. Her tongue lapped up his juices as fast as they came while her finger went deeper and deeper into his now distended ass-hole.
Pete took her hand in his hands and wrenched it as he felt his sperm ready to explode. "I-I'm coming, sweet," he whispered.
Olive gurgled and shot her finger deeper into his ass. She sucked harder on him. As she felt his cock grow even larger she bobbed her head up and down on his joint in quicker rhythm. She now took his prick very deep into her throat, tongued the tip of it more vigorously and sucked at it with more suction.
"That's it, Olive. I'm almost there."
Her head moved faster up and down. His cock disappeared like a freight train going into a tunnel, and like on a crazy film, reversing the action-in and out, in and out.
He could not last under such conditions. And he didn't.
He moaned as his hot seed shot up the tube and splashed against the back of Olive's throat. "Jesus," he groaned.
Olive gurgled as his cock spat milkets all over the inside of her mouth.
The taste, like that of almonds, gave Olive a deep satisfaction. She gladly took all he had in him and sucked him for more.
The head of Pete's cock became extremely sensitive and he winced when Olive's lips touched the tender part. Exhausted and satisfied, he lay back and pulled Olive close to him. She turned, her mouth full of his sperm, and lay beside him. She swallowed as much of his come as she could, then kissed him. Their tongues intertangled as they explored each other's mouth.
"That was good, Olive," he whispered when they broke.
"Thank you, Pete," she said. "It was a new experience for me."
"I'm sure it was. I hope it won't be the last."
"Me too," she chuckled. Then, "Pete . '. '. . "
"Yeah?"
"I-I want you inside me. Will you be able to?"
He laughed and put his hand on her damp nest reassuringly. "Sure. Anytime. In a minute or two."
"That soon? I want you very much."
"Keep your fingers crossed."
"But not my legs."
"No," he smiled, "not your legs."
She reached over and took his limp organ in her hands then, and played with it vigorously so as to arouse it.
True to his promise, it was not long before Pete was again ready. His stout prick became born again, full of renewed energy. Pete knew it was because Olive was so young and the memory of her sucking him was still strong in his mind. Now she was taking his manhood and pulling on it with her hand as if it were taffy.
"Spread your legs," she told her gently.
Olive spread them wide, opening her slit wide to receive him.
Pete pulled himself over her and straddled her naked body, his cock aimed at her pussy like a Nike rocket ready to strike. He dipped his loins and the head of his love-weapon touched the sensitive lips of Olive's vagina. She trembled in eager anticipation of his entrance, her body poised like a female cat's in heat. Pete pushed and the rude head of his spear slipped on past the outer lips and hit the lubricated passageway to her womb.
"I'm going to fuck you like you'll never be fucked again, this time," he told her.
"Groovy man. Fuck the life out of me. Fuck me good, Pete."
Her words stiffened his cock even more and he pushed on into her wet hole, his monster organ filling her juicy cavity with its swollen presence.
Olive let out a long low sign as happiness made her body turn warm all over. The heat sped through her muscles as though she had been given a vitamin injection. Pete slid his cock in her sheath with a calculated slowness so that she could savor every throbbing inch of it. When it had reached all the way in, he withdrew it slowly, feeling her inner lips contract, hug his cock as though to stop its leaving her vagina. But he pulled it out, almost all the way, and then slid it on in again causing her to slowly begin moving her lips in a gentle rhythm.
"Ooooh, that's so good," she breathed. Pete plumbed her pussy a bit deeper and probed like an operating physician's hand in an open wound.
"I'm going to take a long time fucking you," he told her.
"Good. Take hours. Days."
"I might," he grinned, jabbing her cunt for emphasis. Olive shuddered beneath him, a preliminary orgasm stiffening her body momentarily.
"You do that," she moaned and settled back to be loved, fully and completely.