Chapter 10
That was one of the most magnificently satisfying days of Mala Peters's life. There had been triumphs more spectacular, shared with more people, certainly. But international glories, even in the glamorous world of women's gymnastics, where every male spectator is dazed with the thought of his cock being massaged by those superbly trained cunt muscles, soon fade. And now that she was thirty, such opportunities would not come again. Mala knew it and accepted it.
She was not insecure. She had her investments. Being a teacher, a coach, had its spiritual rewards. But, on a day like this, capping a week like this, she had the greatest gift of all.
Sex!
A deep, enduring knowledge that here, in this small area, she had found what was more important to her than any fading glories-the promise of a full, free, continuing use of her marvelous powers of sex.
In young Jerry Jonas she had found something unbelievable. An eager, naive boy, bursting with the male need and the male impulse to breed, to spread the legs of woman, to plunge a hard penis into an open, slavering, thirsting cunt, and thus, symbolically, to carry on the sacred work of procreation. Marvelous!
And his need for instruction, his sweet, insistent demands for a warm pussy to caress and empty his strong young prick of its itching loads of sperm, what joy this gave to a mind like Mala's, a cunt like Mala's.
And he was hers and always would be hers. She could share his love, his prick, with darling Mae, with the young and juicy Sue Carters of the world. But no man ever breaks loose from his first love, Mala knew. He was hers, and would be hers for as long as she wished.
And now, something new and wonderful had been added.
This acute, sexually precocious youngster who sat astride her chest, his hard muscled thighs holding her sensitive breasts smashed against her, his cock lying slack and sticky across her lips, its his-and-hers taste and smell in exactly the right place to give her the most pleasure.
There was the deep ache of completion between her thighs, deep inside her, far up her pussy. "You'll have to go soon, baby," she whispered, his exhausted cock a tiny bit of pleasure. "It's close to my dinner time; someone will be calling me. I'll drive you home."
He rolled off, laughing. "I hate to go," he said. "Tonight will be, well, sort of empty. Ninety-nine nights out of a hundred, Friday nights especially, I've had sex to think about. Pussies. Warm, slick, wet, pink-on-the-inside, hairy-on-the-outside pussies. Thinking about them, going out for some of that stuff. But tonight, all I'll think of is yours. And I'll be too tired to go out after any other."
She suddenly felt a spiritual and bodily kinship with this skinny little boy that gave her a different sort of warmth from any she had ever known. She pulled him to her, feeling her thighs open as his hard body touched hers, feeling an unexpected throb in a vagina gone slack with hard fucking.
She mumbled at his prick and got it into her mouth without using her hands, and lay quietly with her eyes closed, enjoying the softness and warmth of the big mouthful. He was holding her cunt lips open, too, gently kissing along the convoluted labia, licking with care and precision.
After they had both dressed, he hugged her with his hand under her buttock, and she was thrilled with the maturity, the manliness, of this offhand gesture. He was secure with her.
"Don't drive me home," he said. "I need the workout; I'll do it the Boy Scout way back home-walk a hundred steps, run a hundred. Oh, please, Mala, are you sure this is real? That you're not planning to lower the boom on me?"
"Not as long as you come back soon," she promised, and stood watching him, every cell and every fiber in her pleased and warmly happy.
She walked slowly to the house, looking forward to seeing Mae and Jerry, even to seeing Mister Charles and Esperanza, the maid. They were a part of her life, now; so soon become her family. She had Jerry, she had Roy. In a pinch, she could always find someone lovely at a place like Garth's.
She had no desire to run and cartwheel and flip across the greensward on this Friday evening. There was a deeply pleasant soreness along the big tendons on the inside of her thighs, a lovely, raw feeling in the outer portions of her twat, a glowing, throbbing pain in her swollen tits.
Some of this, most of it, perhaps, came from the sudden, unexpected, totally wild afternoon of fucking. And some, of course, from the onset of her period. A matter of days, possibly a matter of a few hours. She never had worried, never kept the sort of close track that some girls had.
It was warmly amusing to Mala that both Mae and Jerry met her outside the house, on the driveway under the portico. The three of them had a secret; it had nothing to do with excluding Mister Charles, they all would have said. But it was theirs, an exclusive. And after all, would Mister Charles have understood if he had seen his wife kissing the Phys Ed teacher and gymnastic coach so deeply, or seen young Master Jonas with his hand between Miss Peters's legs? On her pussy, in fact?
"Oh, baby, are you wet!" Jerry whispered. "I saw the door was closed. Who was it? Flack?"
Mae giggled. "We had ours, too, didn't we, Jerry darling? Oh, Mala, we're so grateful to you! Jerry and I had two whole hours in his room-I must have fucked the poor baby completely out of his mind!"
They kissed again, all around, and went in. It was such a happy time, so marvelous, promising so much for the future. To be so close to such loving people, to want so deeply to be a part of their lives, to have them as a part of her life, all this meant so much to Mala that she was swept by emotion.
No one saw it except Jerry, and he waited until after dinner, until after Mae and her husband had gone to their quarters, until after Esperanza had cleaned up, and he and Mala were alone. She had walked over to a window, looking out across the grounds, warmly colored by the glare from a gorgeous sunset, and Jerry put his arm lightly around her.
"Something's on your mind," he said. "Are you unhappy?"
She felt a strong wave of love for him, for young Roy, for all the world. It was reaction, she knew, to this two weeks of fulfilling joy, of cock galore, of wild and lewd and boisterous fucking, and to the release from care that it had brought to her. She had been worried, up in Los Angeles.
There was a quick run of wet heat along the inside of her thigh, and she shivered. Jerry, almost as if she had transferred an idea to him, put his hand under her skirt, up to her pussy, and she turned and clung to him, seeking his mouth blindly.
"Watch your hand, darling," she whispered as she drew away. "I think it's my period."
His face was glowing. "I want to see!" he said. "I want to look at it, watch it open up, watch the stuff come out!" He pressed hard against her aching breasts, raising a strange storm of desire in her body.
"Come on to my room," he whispered. "Let's let me look at you there!"
There was no blood on his hand when they got into the sanctuary of his big room, when she had let him peel her dress off, and had gotten on her hands and knees to let him look at the pouting slit of her pussy.
"It feels enormous," she laughed. "It feels as if it were sticking out like kissing lips. Only so big and fat!"
"It looks beautiful!" the boy whispered. "Oh, Mala, thanks for coming up here with me!" He stroked down her wet slit, almost sending her flat on the bed with the intensity of craving his gentle rub had aroused. "I want to suck it!"
He pushed his face between her thighs, between her rounded buttocks, into the slickness of her divided cunt lips, and his. tender sucking made the woman shiver with pleasure.
"Hey!" she said, "I thought you were all drained out after that two hours with Mae!" She put her hand back blindly, and he pulled it against his cock, now sticking out of his fly, where he had eased it a moment before.
"Wow!" she giggled. "Doesn't look much like you're worn out! How about that!"
He got up, licking his lips, running his tongue around them to get the sweetness of her cunt.
"Were you unhappy awhile ago?" he asked, in the act of stripping down his jeans, his shorts.
She was sitting up, now, her strong and beautiful thighs together, and she hugged her breasts, amazed that her body could feel so wanting, after such an afternoon of lust. There was the same flood of emotion she had felt at the table, and she closed her eyes and shuddered.
"Everything seemed too wonderful, all at once, Jerry," she whispered, and knew the sting of tears behind her closed lids. Bittersweet, happiness and fear.
He put out his hand and touched her, and she pressed it to her face. "Don't worry, dear; it's the full of the moon, and every woman's unstable emotionally when that comes around. You don't know it, but you're lucky to find it out from someone like me, who doesn't go under from a natural cause."
He laughed deeply, feeling very much of a man, and his hand pressed against her face. "I want to suck it," he said firmly. "Then I want to shove it in you! From behind. Okay?"
She was smiling as she got up and went once more to her hands and knees. "I love it this way," she said. "OOooohhh! I feel so leaky! And so puffed out!"
He pressed his whole face deep into her long slit, his nose directly against her anus. His lips covered the aperture of her vagina; he sucked deeply, knowing that any second, such a vacuuming might bring a rush of bright menstrual blood. The thought made his cock throb very hard, gave him an electric thrill of pre-cum sensation.
"I can cum like this, just from your sucking if you want, baby," Mala whispered. "Then I can suck you. Would that please you?" She suddenly felt a deep desire to please him.
He was sucking again, and then stopped, his face drawn back. "Hey!" he said in an awed voice, "I never saw anything like this! Your ass-hole's working in and out; does it always do that when you're about to cum?"
Mala, her emotions less turbulent, laughed softly. "I've never been able to watch," she said. "I expect so. There's a very powerful itch in my rectum whenever I'm excited sexually."
She looked over her shoulder at him, her face looking extraordinarily young, flushed with passion and desire-He sucked twice or three times more, each time letting out a yip of glee. "You told me how good your ass-hole always felt when you were hot," he said. "I stuck my finger up my ass in the shower the other day. Wow! I never realized anybody's rectum had that kind of muscle. Stronger than in your pussy!" His voice was thick, excited, and Mala felt a rage of strange desire eating in her cunt, in her ass-hole.
"If you want to try it, try to get it in my ass, you can, Jerry," she panted. "Have you got any vaseline? Any cold cream? It has to be something slick."
She felt a slow burning, a craving, deep in her bowels, and was almost sick with need and with the fear he might falter. But he went quickly into his bathroom and came back with a tube of something. "This is slicker than anything else I know," he said huskily. "It's K-Y Jelly. I use it to jerk off!"
She had her head down, her arms braced, her entire body trembling and hot with the crazy desire that swept her. "Shall I turn, baby, so that you can see it go in in the mirror?" she asked, and it was all she could do to get the words out.
"Yes!" he cried. "Yes, yes! I want to see!"
She turned and opened her thighs a little more, and felt the petals of her inner lips shrink from the cool air as her cunt opened. The boy was sideways to her, still on the floor, holding on to one of her breasts, and he said: "Good Christ!" in a choked voice, and almost tore the tender globe from her body in an excess of passion. "Oh, Mala, you're so wonderful!"
He got behind her, and she felt a sudden, fierce pang in her anus, then deeper in her rectum, and she cried: "Wait! Go easy, for God's sake! Don't split me!"
It was a violent sensation, not pain, but a pleasure based on pain, and her entire body was weak with the love of it, and with the knowledge that she would cum as soon as he got so much as the head of his cock into her ass-hole.
But to her surprise, he giggled. 'It's only my thumb," he said. "I'm greasing you up; my thumb slipped in!"
"Hurry, then!" she said between her teeth. The skin on her neck was crawling, her belly muscles were rippling with lust, her cunt felt as if it were eating itself.
There was a greater pressure now on her acutely sensitive anus, a dreadful sense of strain, happy but fearful, and she shut her eyes in fear that she might faint from the pain before he got it in her, or from the joy, afterward. He had a big cock; it had to slide into a darker world of tighter muscles, unaided by natural lubrication, as her cunt was.
There was a fresh burst of intense discomfort, as though she were giving birth to the most immense turd of her life, and her elbows buckled. Glancing to her left in the mirror, She saw that young Jerry's face was taut, his eyes closed with strain and expectation, and she thought: "Maybe I'm hurting him as much as he's hurting me!" And then, in happy shock, the realization struck through her: It's a hurt that I love!
Perhaps the thought loosened her, relaxed her, for there was a blinding burst of sensation, a feeling as if her entire bottom had opened, and she saw in the mirror that his belly was against her tautly rounded rump, felt the bigness of his cock deep in her bowels, and as she went down on her elbows, her ass still up, against him, enclosing his long prick, she heard him cry out: "Oh, God, Mala! I've got it in your ass! I'm fucking you in your ass! Oh, God, Mala! It's marvelous!"
There was a wild flood of orgasm shaking the woman, too; her cunt seemed to turn inside out in its wild spasms, which seemed all the more intense because there was no hard meat inside her writhing vagina. The fulfillment of having this boy's tool in her rectum, stirring the ultra sensitive nerve ends in that tender area, lifted her in raw delirium, and she screamed: "Oh, yes, baby!
Fuck me good! Shoot your jism into mama's guts! Fuck me, my darling! Ooooohhh! OOooohhhh!"
There was a great weight bearing down on her; in a moment of clarity between spasms of lust, she saw in the glass that the tall boy's hands were grasping for her tits. His weight was too much for her, and she fell prone, his cock still wildly pouring his slick seed into her bowels. He was pulling on her breasts, holding big handfuls of the soft tissue, and he was groaning: "Oh, Mala, it's so beautiful! Fucking's so beautiful! Oh, oh God! I'm still cumming!"
The powerful muscles of her sphincter were still milking his cock as if they would draw it all the way through her colon, but the storm was subsiding.
She was getting more clear of head and eye; she thought once more: This is too good to be true, this love, this sex, this tall, sweet boy fucking me so proudly. She felt grateful enough to cry, and then, in the mirror which showed them outlined against the dark paneled walls of Jerry's room, caught a movement in her peripheral vision. And her mind caved in.
There could be no mistake. There in the crack of the door, plainly detailed in the bright light from the room, was Lew Jonas, his big, kindly face set in a mask-like gravity, as if he could not believe his eyes.
And as Mala looked, with all her bright world, all her beautiful hopes falling in shabby ruins, the door was closed gently, soundlessly, and with it, the lovely future was closed, too.
She would not hurt Jerry with her knowledge. She let him laugh and stroke her, and kiss her breasts, exclaiming over their size, over the rigid nipples so dark with blood. She lay smiling on her back as he sucked deeply of her twat, her cunt now so lax that he could get his tongue into it as far as he could reach.
And, when he said laughingly: "You must be really wasted, not to buck and jump when I eat all the way to your womb," she patted his curly head and said softly, "You're my darling, Jerry; it just feels so sweet and wonderful to have your mouth on my cunt, to have your tongue way up me!"
She got away as quickly as she could, and once she was outside, let the sick, angry tears flow. God damn it! she said in her mind. Why in hell did he have to come back now?
She started to run, and felt a gush of hot fluid from her cunt, and knew angrily that this was, for certain, her menstrual flow, brought on by the massive heat of Jerry's fuck.
like a baby, she wailed aloud, her thoughts black and rebellious: Why now? Damn it! When I'm not feeling too good anyhow! When I'm farting and sick and lonely!