Chapter 8

For several days after their first adulterous affair, both Wyn and Dianne Barker had a rather strained husband-wife relationship. Both were much more quiet than usual. Each tried to make up for their guilt feelings by being especially polite and attentive to each other. Each of them sensed that something was wrong with the other but did not want to question this because in turn it might bring about questions that he or she could not answer.

Nights they slept on separate sides of the big double bed, making sure they did not touch each other. At times, Wyn Barker, thinking about the delights of Bev Cantrell's horny mouth and the feel of her big, buxom rear end against his belly as he jammed his stiff penis in and out of her, would get an aching erection.

At these times, he yearned to turn over toward Dianne and do it to her even if she didn't respond as wildly as Bev had. But he felt it would be an unfair, unclean thing to do, to have intercourse with his own wife after becoming aroused by memories of his sexual encounter with another woman. Until he could once and for all get Bev Cantrell out of his mind he knew that he couldn't even touch Dianne in a sexual manner.

He didn't know, of course, that sometimes Dianne was going through a similar experience.

Remembering Tommy Farr's lips and tongue doing wickedly thrilling things to her sex organs and then that large young penis of his pounding into her, pounding, pounding, making her climax over and over. These times, she wanted to roll over toward Wyn, reach down and play with his phallus, making it big and erect and then straddling him, easing down on his rock-hard thing, feeling it penetrate to the hilt and then moving up and down on it and maybe now, now she could even come with her own husband. But she knew that she couldn't do that until somehow she had atoned for her terrible sin.

One night, as Wyn was sitting at his desk, preparing his Sunday sermon, Dianne asked him what the subject was going to be. Without looking up at her, he said solemnly, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, plus judge not, lest ye be judged."

"Oh?" Dianne said, a little startled. "That should be quite interesting, dear. It makes me feel a little guilty, though, after that business of having Bev Cantrell thrown off the church committee. I-I suppose it really wasn't a very Christian thing to do."

Rather sternly, he said, "I don't intend it to be aimed at you, my dear, but I feel fairly certain that some of the other ladies on the committee are not without sin and certainly could not afford to be judged themselves."

Dianne didn't answer, suddenly once again overwhelmed with her own feelings of guilt.

Two days after her seduction by Bev Cantrell, Kitty Robbins ran into Tommy Farr in front of the malt shop. She felt her heart pounding as he came up to her with his big, boyish grin and said, "Hi, baby, what's happening?"

Blushing, wondering if he knew and there was hidden meaning in his question, she answered, "Oh, oh, noth-nothing, really, Tommy."

He arched his eyebrows at her. "You sure?"

"Of-of course. Nothing ever happens in Ebersburg."

He laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that. Anyhow, you're looking great, Kitty. There's something different about you. I don't know what it is but you somehow look more mature, more sophisticated."

"I-I do?" she said, delighted.

"Listen," he said, suddenly serious. "You doing anything right' now? I mean for the next couple hours?"

"Uh, why, no. Not really."

"Good. I've got to run out to the Creegars' place and check out a couple of things while they're away. You know, the rich guy who has that big estate out at the edge of town? You'll get a kick out of looking over the place. Why don't you run out there with me?"

"Oh! I-I'd love to," she said, floored by the first personal interest he'd ever shown in her.

"Okay. Let's go. My pickup's right down the street."

Twenty minutes later, they turned into a long driveway running between tall sycamore trees and then pulled up before a stately mansion.

"They left me the key so I could stop by and check things out while they're away," he explained. "But don't tell anybody I brought you out here," he added conspiratorially, winking at her.

"Oh, I won't," she assured him.

Inside, he conducted her on a tour of the big house. Kitty ooohed and ahhed at the beautiful and expensive furnishings, the gorgeous paintings and crystal chandeliers. Tommy told her, "I'd like to have a big pad like this some day when I'm settled down and married. Man, I'd really love to be rich and successful."

"Oh, I'm sure you will be-some day, Tommy."

"Yeah, maybe," he said. "But I got to finish up school and get into something that'll make me some bread. I guess what I need is a good wife to me settle down." He laughed. "How about that? Can you imagine me, married, maybe with a couple of kids running around?"

Kitty got so flustered she couldn't even answer as she thought of what it might be like if she was married to this big, beautiful guy she was so crazy about.

When they came to the big master bedroom with its canopied, king-size bed, Tommy said, "Wow! Imagine spending your honeymoon in a place like this?"

"Oh, it's so beautiful," Kitty agreed.

Suddenly he turned to her and took her chin in his hand and tilted it up toward him. "So are you, baby," he said. "I've been digging you for a long time, did you know that?"

"N-n-no, Tommy. You-you never showed it."

"Well, I guess I just couldn't believe that any chick as stacked and good-looking as you are could care anything about a dumb dude like me."

"I-I don't think you're dumb at all," she said quickly. "I-I think you're quite nice."

"You do?" He suddenly pulled her tightly against him with his free hand, still cupping her chin with the other. "That's good. That's beautiful, baby!"

Then his mouth was on hers, gently at first, lightly kissing, and then she felt the tip of his tongue running over her full lower lip. His hands caressed the hollow of her spine, sending shudders running through her. His tongue forced her mouth open and found hers. His hands dropped to her prominently rounded haunches, cupped them and pulled her closer against him. She became aware of the long, thick, hot hard lump rising in his jeans, pressing against her soft belly. She let herself flow against him and now her own tongue began to fence with his and soon they were both breathing heavily.

A few moments later, he eased a little away from her and he whispered, "Oh, Kitty baby, you don't know what you do to me. Let me show you." He took her hand and placed it on the thick, throbbing ridge in his pants. "You see how you turn me on? I want you, Kitty. I've got to have you. Will you let me?"

She buried her face against his shoulder, while her hand eagerly fondled his big hard-on, feeling the size and heat of it, even through the cloth of his pants. "Oh, Tommy! Tommy!" she whimpered. "I-I guess I'd do anything for you."

He began to unbutton her blouse down the front. "I want to see your beautiful breasts," he told her. "And kiss them and love them for you."

She stood, trembling, hardly able to believe that what she'd wanted for so long, was about to happen to her. He peeled off her blouse and reached back to unsnap her bra but had trouble with it.

"You do it for me," he urged her.

While she reached back to undo the snap, he removed her skirt and then her brassiere was free and she lifted it off, exposing the widely separated thrusting pears of her naked young breasts, the long coral-colored tips already fiercely aroused. She stood there before him, wearing only a tight pair of little silken panties.

"Oh, too much!" he gasped, gently feeling and fondling her firm breasts. "The most beautiful titties I've ever seen in my life!"

He bent his face toward them, delicately licked each swollen, tender nipple and then took turns taking them between his lips, gently tugging at them, pulling them out to even greater stiffness. Kitty moaned and marveled at his gentleness. Oh, she thought, this is what sex should really be, with a kind and thoughtful man, with a man you really love.

And then he was on his knees before her, his lips warm and moist against her belly as he ran both hands up and down one plumply smooth white thigh, then the other. His tongue licked into the tiny dimple of her belly button. Then his face was at her crotch and he began to lick her through the thin white silk. At the first touch of his tongue, Kitty thought she would swoon with the sudden overpowering thrill that shook her. It was so different from Bev doing that to her. He continued to lick her through the now sopping, flimsy silk, until her clitty was standing at full attention, begging to be taken care of.

She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head tightly to her. Next she felt his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and he slowly peeled them down over her plump hips, down the long, smooth whiteness of her lovely thighs and helped her step out of them.

He proceeded then to lick the tiny blonde curls that sparsely covered her prominent mound, to the top of her young girl crack. Then he let the hot wet arrow of his tongue slide down there and delve into the top of her gully until it encountered the moist and stiffening,, nubbin of her clitoris. He tongued it until it was quivering and in full erection, at the same time that his hands reached around and kneaded the plump, smooth dumplings of her jutting ass.

Kitty responded with little whinnying sounds of pleasure, her back arched and her hips moving slightly. "Oh, Tommy! Oh, Tommy, darling!" she cried out. "Have you ever done this to any other girl?"

"Mmm-nnn," he lied. "I've never wanted to but I do with you. Get over on the bed while I undress and I'll do it some more for you."

Obediently, she reclined on the bed and watched Tommy get undressed, her already wildly aroused sex instincts keyed up higher by the anticipation of seeing him naked. When he finally pushed down his jockey shorts and his long, thick white tool leaped free, the large, dark pink head half pushed out of its foreskin, she could hardly suppress a moan of delight at the gallant way it stood up at an angle and waggled from side to side as he walked-toward her.

He got up on the bed, straddling her head so that his rigid rod dangled, throbbing, right over her face. He gently spread her naked white thighs and studied the delicate core of her womanhood. "Oh, man, what a beautiful one you've got," he told her excitedly. "So smooth and plump and no hair to get in the way, so I can lick it good all over."

Then he bent his head forward and his long tongue paint-brushed up and down the slot of her hotly waiting quim. It pushed in harder and forced open the undeveloped outer lips and explored the shining pink, more sensitive inner ones. Her juice was the sweetest he'd ever tasted. As he licked and lapped that now slickly honeyed girl-cunt, he felt her hand gingerly seize his dangling prick, exploring the feel of it and then, after a moment, clasping it eagerly.

While the wet, smooth caressing of her genital area drove Kitty mad with lust, she gazed up at the lovely white swollen cock only a few inches above her face and the round white balls pouched beneath it. Oh, how beautiful! she thought. It...it's not like that horrid Dirk Smithers' at all. It almost looks as though it's sculptured!

Gently, she forced back the prepuce, revealing all of the gracefully contoured knob of his phallus, all rosy and smooth and now with a small white pearl of lubricating fluid poised at the hole in the tip. Her other hand reached up and captured the twin, hard roundness in his scrotum. She rolled and tumbled them with her fingers and the palm of her hand.

Now, between her spraddled legs, Tommy's mouth was giving her the full treatment as he worked his tongue-tip in and out of the opening of her small hole in an expert oral fucking. As the almost unbearable pleasure of it swept over her, Kitty began bouncing her buttocks up and down and she suddenly had to give him the same kind of pleasure. She raised her head, guided the smooth acorn of his engorged prick to her mouth and the tip of her tongue avidly licked off the small dew-drop of lubricant, savoring the salty-starchy taste of it. Then she slid the whole throbbing crown between her full, moistened lips and into her mouth.

Oh, he was so good to suck, she told herself. In a few minutes I'm going to come and I won't care if he does, too. He can do it the other way some other time. I'll love feeling his lovely juice squirting in my eager, waiting mouth.

Then she did start to come, her hips bucking wildly, strange noises coming deep from her throat and through her hard-breathing nostrils, as Tommy sucked and licked her too long neglected clitty, giving it all of his attention, now.

At the same time he humped the head and another couple of inches of his great, quaking, steel-lard dick in and out of her mouth, as her tongue swirled and slithered around the delicious hot thickness of it.

As her first orgasm subsided, Tommy eased his well-dewed face from her crotch, forced her to reluctantly release his hard, throbbing hunger from her mouth. He turned around and, pulled her to him. He kissed her, forcing her mouth open so that his tongue could slide inside and she tasted the slightly coppery flavor of her own cunt juices in his mouth and didn't mind it at all.

While they feverishly tongue-sucked each other, one of his hands squeezed and toyed with her hard, pear-shaped boobies, thumbing and twanging and plucking at the long stiff-to-bursting nipples. His other hand explored the high rising plumpness of her beautifully shaped ass, pressing a finger into the mysterious crack between the firm cheeks, gently touching the little rosebud hidden deeply there. Then his hand slid lower and he began fingerfucking her from the back.

All this time his randy pile-driver was rubbing and throbbing against the sweet, white little belly it would soon fill up. Kitty was in a delirium of delight at all this. She felt as though she could do this forever with Tommy; it would be like being in heaven the rest of her life.

He whispered into her ear, "I'm almost ready to fuck you, baby. Now don't be afraid."

"I-I'm not," she gasped.

"Has anybody ever done it to you before?"

"Uh-uh," she said, hardly able to mumble, what with the lustful diddling going on between her legs from the back, the hot, hard leaping of his prick against her belly.

"I'll try not to hurt you," he told her.

"I-I don't care, Tommy, if it does hurt. I just want you in me, all of you in me so badly, I just don't care."

"All right then, but listen to what I say. Since this is the first time that lovely little cunt of yours has had a cock in it, I've got to go easy. First, I'll just force the tip, the head of it in, work that in and out."

"Oh, yes! Yes, Tommy!"

"Then, when you start coming over the head of it, the rest will go in easier. I'll work the rest of it in an inch at a time until you've got that whole big thing inside of you, okay?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm ready."

He eased into position between her gracefully sprawled, naked thighs, looking down at the slightly opened wound of her seeping young peach. He rubbed the head of his rammer along the pinkish gash, moistening it well. Then he placed it right at the wet and waiting opening of her vagina and gently pushed. She helped him by pushing up in response and gave an eerie cry as she felt the big slick knob force its way out of its foreskin and cram into her.

It did hurt her a little at first but she took her lower lip between her teeth to stifle the pain-cry. Then, as he slowly worked just the slippery smooth helmet of his peter in and out of her clinging, dewy vestibule, she began to work up to an orgasm. As he felt it approaching, Tommy slid his pronghead in and out faster and faster. When she was arching and humping under him, calling out to him that she was coming, coming, he slid in another thick inch, then another and another until he was full tilt up into her quivering young belly, their pubic hairs tangling.

He let it soak there for a moment, his full, round balls nestling against her ass. Then he slowly withdrew all the way to the tip and just as slowly slid it completely back in once more, marveling at the way the hot, wet tissues of her virginal cuntal walls clung to it and milked it.

"Oh, baby!" he told her excitedly. "So tight, so good and tight. It's the best I've ever had!"

Then he started sluicing it into her, faster and faster, lifting himself up and a little forward so that the full length of his hot, hard drill rubbed against her tender clitoris with every stroke. With each pistoning motion, Kitty hugged him harder to her, flattening her gorgeous breasts against his chest, the long, stiff nipples of them rubbing against his own. Her soft warm legs entwined around him, her ankles locked behind his back as she worked with him, mewling little animal sounds of lustful pleasure with each churning stroke of that new, strange, wonderful big thing plundering her girlish cunny.

Oh, man, Tommy thought, lifting Kitty up by her plump buttocks, Dirk was right. This one's a real hotbox. She must have been dying for it for a long time. Oh, Jesus, the way she's working with me you'd think she'd been screwing for years. I got a feeling I can make her come a hundred times if I last long enough.

He alternately speeded up the churning of his big pole into her sopping groove as she approached each climax and then slowed down to wait for the beginning of the next one. In between orgasms, Kitty clutched at him and choked out lyrical words of appreciation, telling him how wonderful he was.

Several times he changed positions, slamming her over onto her belly and then lying on top of her, slipping his well-oiled weapon into her from the back, slamming his hips up and down against the bouncing, bowling-ball roundness of her quivering ass-cheeks.

He turned her on one side and with one of her silken-skinned legs doubled under his ribs, he pumped it to her from that angle, while he sucked her swollen titties and then looked down at the glorious sight of his thick, vein-ridged shaft working furiously in and out of her widely stretched, baby-smooth cuntal opening. By now her own juice had bathed his cock so much it was seeping out, foaming about the ridgepole, invading her.

Lastly, he forced her up over him and showed her how to sit the flagpole and then, straddling him, as she watched the throbbing thickness of his pecker emerging and then disappearing with blurring rapidity in and out of hotly bubbling canal, he squeezed and fondled her wildly hobbling tits, thumbing and twisting the long, bursting hard pink nipples. Her face was now contorted with the orgiastic agony of one long, continuous come as she wailed like a cat in heat with every furious stroke.

Finally, Tommy could hold out no longer. He felt his hard working prick begin to swell and stiffen even more as his seed was siphoned up from his wildly swinging balls, drawn, sucked, milked out of him by her hotly vacuuming cunt. With a last series of insanely violent humping, he met her every downward movement with an upward one of his own, clutched tightly her hard, heaving ass, and felt his thick sperm exploding into her, gushing, spewing, and then the final drops oozing and spilling out into her already filled-to-overflowing crevice. He felt their commingled juices warm and sticky, drooling onto the base of his penis, into his pubic hair, and down onto his completely emptied testes.

Sated, exhausted, still whimpering and moaning in the rosy aftermath of her sexual fulfillment, Kitty eased off him and fell sideways to the bed, her breasts still heaving, her little white belly sucking in and out with her continued heavy breathing. Her hand reaching down to capture and caress the sticky wet, still partially erect organ that had thrilled her so much.

"Oh, Tommy, darling Tommy!" she murmured.

On an impulsive wave of tenderness for this beautiful young female whom he had just so royally fucked, Tommy leaned over her and gently kissed the still erect tips of her lovely breasts and then lightly stroked her perspiring forehead as his lips lightly kissed hers.

"There, there, baby! It-was good, wasn't it? You were absolutely beautiful, Kitty!"

"Oh, I hope so, Tommy. I-I wanted to be, honey. Oh, I love you so much, Tommy!" Her hands caressed his hair and his face, tracing a tiny fingertip over his lips, and he felt a tenderness toward her that he'd never experienced after sex with another female.

Later, driving back to town he was grateful that she was silent most of the way. One thing he hated was a female who felt compelled to chatter like a magpie after a good sex bout.

Actually, Kitty was too exhausted to talk and anyhow, she was busy with her own thoughts. She was thinking to herself that she was filled up with Tommy Farr's life juices to the point where they were leaking out and soaking her panties. She knew that it was quite possible that he had gotten her pregnant. She didn't care. Even if he refused to marry her, she didn't care. She would love to have a baby by Tommy. She would love it and keep it forever and ever.

Thinking this, she was a little startled to suddenly hear Tommy ask; "Hey, baby, you know how to take care of yourself, don't you?"

"What?"

"You know. So nothing will happen after what we just did. You dig?"

"Oh, sure. Of course," she said quickly. "I may be young and inexperienced but I'm not dumb."

He reached over and patted her bare, round and dimpled knee. "That's my girl," he told her, relieved.