Chapter 3
He held the kiss while his hand slipped down to her crotch, and she raised her thigh quickly to let his finger go into her.
As their mouths disengaged, she whispered: "Oh, darling, please fuck me! Now! I want it so!"
He felt the soft strength of her young pussy squeezing on his finger. It was slick with the flow from inside her. The thick and hairy lips felt wonderful. Even her thighs felt warmer and smoother than usual. But he knew his limitations.
"I've got to get to work, angel," he said regretfully. He didn't tell her that this was a piss hard-on, spectacular to look at, but inclined to fall in the act of fucking. So he kissed her and said: "I'll finger-fuck you now, and if I can get away around noon I'll come by here and we can fuck!"
The tide of passion in those young female loins was not hard to trigger. Careful probing in the slick depths of her twat brought her to the quivering brink of orgasm. And then with rare insight, Joe spread her thighs, opened her protective outer lips, and sucked with brutal tenderness on her clit.
The contact of his mouth brought Arden's body spiraling up off the bed, her hands clutched in Joe's hair, her breath no more than a hard croak. As the waves of orgasm shook her and wet heat flowed through her body, she screamed.
"Ohhhhhh! OOOOHHHHH! OH GOD, JOE! AAARRRRGGGHHH! I'M CUMMMINNGG!"
He held his big hands cupped under her smooth, warm ass until she had stopped shaking. His eyes were a few inches from her pussy. The fat outer lips were held open by his thumbs and he watched her clit throb and then throb less until it finally lay quiet. Like a prick that has shot its load of jism.
It was a marvelous sight, almost enough to make him put his piss hard-on to the acid test, but he was due at work. With real regret he gave his bride one gentle kiss on her shrinking little bud of nerves and gristle and got up.
He had no trouble finding the Seddon Company offices. The company was a big one, famous all over the west, and their signs covered the area. The new development where Joe would work was called Seddon Pines. He passed through an older subdivision with signs still up. Seddon Oaks. It was sold out, but Joe had a good idea that there were distressed homes in The Oaks, repossessed by the Seddon Company.
He found the general manager in the first model home in Seddon Pines, a happy looking man around forty, stocky, well dressed and red faced. The man came around the desk with his hand out, beaming genially.
"Larry Simon," he said. "And you must be Joe Smith. Glad to have you on board. This is my assistant, Ferris Whitney."
A lanky young man with bushy black hair shook hands with Joe and asked, "Can I show you around? Tell you what we're using in the pitch?"
"No thanks," Joe said. "I've read the brochures. You sell off these models, I take it. Just tell me when I'm on and when I'm up."
Simon laughed and put his arm on Joe's shoulder. "Smith knows the business, Ferris," he said. "That's why I grabbed him when I got the chance." He turned back to Joe.
"We've got eight per cent money on a five per cent down," he said. "Beats anything in Santa Vaca County. Old money, committed two years ago, when we opened Seddon Oaks. You're on two days, off two. Starting right now. We keep three men on all day, every day. If all three are busy, Ferris and I take the prospect, but you get the commission. Or whoever's up gets it. And you get a flat one per cent, okay? Just keep it quiet, though. Everyone else gets four hundred per house."
After Joe went out to look things over, Whitney asked, "How come the red carpet deal? Is he that good?"
"He's the best there is," Simon replied promptly. "Never loses a deal, they say. Never gets drunk, never gets sick, never takes a day off except his regular days. And baby," he said with a laugh, "since I'm getting one-half per cent override on every house, I'm glad to have him."
"Too good to be true," young Whitney said, but he smiled. "Must have some weakness. Is he a cunthead?"
Simon laughed. "Is that a weakness?" he countered. "Did you ever know a good salesman who wasn't a cunt-head?"
Ferris joined his boss in the laughter. "Well, Larry," he observed, "I'm a good salesman. And so are you! So you know I'm not going to argue with you!"
They were still laughing when Joe came back in, and Simon said: "I guess I put it in the letter all salesmen get three hundred a week draw against commissions. Here's your first week's check."
Joe took it carelessly, folding it and putting it in a pants pocket without looking at it. He said: "I met Mason and Sawyer down the line; they were showing houses. I guess I take the next callers, right?"
"Yeah. Mason's number one on your days, Sawyer's number two. Tom Mason, Jimmy Sawyer. Nice fellows. I've got some business cards ordered... ought to be here this afternoon. Until then, use mine and put your name above mine."
He called Arden at two and told her to order lunch sent in and she told him that she had already walked down to the fast-food barn at the corner and eaten. "Suppose I had come by with a hard-on?" he teased her. "What do you think I would have done, stuck it in the landlady?"
He enjoyed her ripple of laughter and said, "Baby, I've got a hard-on for you right now! But I'll be on here until six. Later, if I've got a live customer."
He got home about six-fifteen, in high spirits.
"I sold two houses today, my love," he said grandly. "It's like shooting fish. We've got the lowest priced financing in the county. And the merchandise isn't so bad, either. Here," and he thrust the check at her. "Take this and start a savings account. I'll have another for you just like it next week."
"Three hundred dollars!" she gasped. "I never had this much money in my hands at one time in my life!"
He looked at her and smiled. "There are guys in the world who'd cheerfully give you a thousand bucks just to spend the night with 'em," he said. "And I've spent three nights with you!"
She looked nonplussed for a moment, then laughed. "Then this is a down payment on the three thousand you owe me," she joked. Then she threw herself on his big frame. "I'd so much rather give it all to you, Joe!" she cried. "Don't even joke about me fucking another man!"
They drove down to Santa Vaca and ate at the Island House, to celebrate the great start on Joe's new job. Arden had never seen Joe drink, but tonight he ordered a bottle of champagne. He would have taken her to a night club but she hugged his arm and said: "My poor little pussy was left alone all day. And it wouldn't hurt you to get to bed early. You have to work tomorrow. I have to take care of my husband, don't I?"
And Joe, his mind gently rocking in lust as he thought of the voluptuousness of Arden's firm young body, agreed. So much for her to learn, so much for him to teach! Marvelous!
He had his face between her thighs almost before she could get her panties off and fall on the bed. She was sitting on the edge of the mattress and he pushed her over on her back. Her legs flew up and wide apart and when they came back they were across his shoulders.
"EEEEKKK!" the girl screamed. Her cunt suddenly blossomed under the wet strength of Joe's tongue. "Oh, my God! That feels so good! Joe, darling, suck me!"
She was fresh and rested from a day of quiet and her young pussy was literally hungry for anything in the way of sex. Just to have her thighs spread wide, have her husband even looking at her cunt, was a dream. To have him eating it, to have his wise tongue and lips tickling her clit, was divine.
Her voice was high and excited, and Joe looked up at her, his face gleaming with the juices from her flowing pussy, and said, "Hold it down, baby, we don't want to draw a crowd."
She tried to sit up, wanting to hold his head against her suddenly swollen breasts, but he butted her down, laughing, and sucked hard between the soft, slick inner lips. Their flow was a treat. He licked down them to her fuck-hole, and put his mouth over it. From her brief first experience of the night before, she knew what was coming. But this time she was waiting for it. Loving it. Wanting it so bad her boobs ached, her clit was about to burst, and her vaginal walls were rubbing together in a frenzy of excitement and lust.
The smoothness and warmth of her thighs was on his cheeks, her naked heels dug into his back. She was thrusting her reddened cunt at him while her hands tried to grip his hair. The taste of her young pussy was not as strong as he liked, but he drove his face and his licking tongue into her and up and down, from clitoris to asshole. When he sucked at the vaginal entry, he got a mouthful of rich juice and an explosive heave of her body. He was making her cum and he loved the feeling of mastery and maleness.
Her voice had been low, but he could hear her plainly.
"I'm so hot, Joe! Suck me, baby, suck me! Oh, Joe, thank you for everything!" She was thrusting at him fiercely and he felt the huge tendons on the inside of her thighs press on his cheekbones. "Oh, my cunt! Suck my cunt! Joe! Joe! I'm getting ready! I'm GETTING READY!"
Her voice was going up, but it was hoarse, now. She was unable to keep down her excitement, her randiness. What she was trying for was to tell him how much she loved his sucking, but without yelling it so all the world could hear.
He sucked carefully because he wanted to know exactly when she was ready to pop her nuts, ready to blow that big wad of passion and tension that was building in her cunt.
The sweet hot smell of cunt was all around him. It was one of the great pleasures of sex for him. An aphrodisiac, of course. But more than that. It was a part of the taste, even a part of the feel of a cunt.
His cock was hard, his nuts tightened against it. He was in a controlled fever, controlled enough so that he was watching for the first hard twitch of cunt muscle.
"I'm hot tonight, too, chickie," he grunted between swipes of his strong tongue up and down the dripping surface of her twat. "I could fuck all night!"
He was busy in the sensitive and leaking lips, his head bobbing up and down, the girl began to writhe from side to side, her warm, smooth thighs pressing alternately on the sides of his neck. "Ooohhh! Oooohhhh!" she groaned, and her clutch at Joe's hair became wilder.
He was ready for her when the first wave of orgasmic shocks wrinkled and closed the entrance of her cunt. His cock was as big as it could get, a good eight inches from hairy base to tip, and harder than Joe could ever remember.
When she began to scream her hoarse song of fulfilling lust, he stood up, his hands on her ankles, and plunged his giant prick into the slick mass of bloody-pink membrane. Down into her fuck-hole, deep down, grinding in real pain against her entire pelvic system, jamming into her guts. He could feel the powerful blow that he struck her cervix, for it jarred the nerve-taut end of his dick. He was grunting now in dog-like passion, his eyes red-rimmed, his mind filled with the hot picture of fucking they made.
"AAAGGGGHHHH! JOE! FUCK ME!" Her voice was hoarse and strained, her eyes closed. Her hands reached up blindly. Not finding her husband, she clasped her hands on her own tits, squeezing them until their empurpled flesh stuck out between her fingers in gorgeously hurting lumps. Her ass felt opened by force, her cunt was painfully crammed with the hard tool. A hard shock-wave of cumming shook her, then another.
"Ooohhhhh! Good Jesus! JOE! STOP! I'm cumminnnggg!"
His face was a grinning mask of lust. To make his wife cum, not for her pleasure but for his pride. To sock it into her, grinding the big organ against the tenderest flesh in a woman's body. To make a girl into a woman, a woman who is all feeling. And all cunt! What a picture!
He was slamming it into her bruised and dripping cunt even harder now. Even deeper. He was holding her ankles so hard that she would have screamed from that pain if she hadn't been screaming from the joy-pains of such a bestial fucking.
"STOP, JOE! Oh, please, please, please! It's too much! JOE! I LOVE IT, JOE! I LOVE IT!" and then, as her entire body shook and thrashed with an orgasm too heavy, too powerful, the girl went as limp as a sodden bag of boneless meat.
He was drenched with sweat and his big body trembled. His cock was still hard, aching with need, but he knew he could not cum in that sodden hole, stretched and battered until it lay loose and gaping open, its inner lips a deep red.
Without any feeling of brutality, only with the desire to bring his little baby-bride back into the present, into the fuck-life of now, he knelt and blew into the small, tenderized hole. The flesh shuddered but the girl did not move.
"Arden," he whispered, his saliva flowing as he looked at the reddened slash of relaxed membrane and muscle. "Arden! Wake up, doll!" And then, as she did not stir, he took a fold of the soft muscularity of her ass and gave it a pinch with all the brutality of his strong hands. She did not stir.
He sat down on the bed beside her. She was balanced on the bed, half on, half off. Her lusciously padded rump was at the edge, her beautiful legs spread wide with her feet on the carpet. She, too, was bathed in girlish perspiration. Like most modern girls who go for the natural look in all things, Arden did not shave the hair from under her arms. The two neat puffs of silken brown hair, so much like the hair on her pussy, were damp with her sweat.
In a minor spasm of desire, he leaned down and kissed those acridly fragrant young armpits, the sharp and biting odor and the salty tang giving him a quick thrill of lust.
He picked her up, her hundred and twelve pounds as nothing in his powerful arms. He moved her to the center of the bed, and arranged her legs so that her heels were up against the soft curves of her butt. In such complete relaxation, her knees sagged outward, almost down to the bed, making a perfect target of her girlish pussy. It was spread open as wide as if he pressed it apart with his thumbs, and he knelt playfully between her thighs, his face right down in her crotch.
"You smell better, now, baby," he muttered, grinning at the division of her lower body. A straight line, from the first opening of her slit right on down past inner labia and cuntal aperture, right to her almost hairless asshole. "Too much bathing," he said in a whisper. "Takes that good flavor out of Arden's sweet little cunt!"
He was where he could reach both her breasts without moving from his position between her legs, and he began to mold them in his hands, laughing as their swollen nipples came springing out between his thick fingers. With a gourmet's touch, he raked two fingerfuls of her cum-goo from the crack of her ass and smeared it on her breasts. They were hard with an inner excitement that persisted in spite of her unconsciousness. Or was she really unconscious?
Joe had fucked girls until they went into psychic withdrawal, unable to tolerate the pleasure that was too much for rasped nerves and raw pussies to bear. Oddly enough, none of them had ever resented that. On the contrary, they followed him like hungry dogs. He drew more cunt-syrup from Arden's relaxed and gaping vagina, and wiped it on the girl's nipples.
He put his hands down alongside her body, bending down to suck up first one tit and then the other, giving each the strongest suction he could.
There was no tremor of life in his young bride, but she remained warm and firm and tenderly structured for love.
The sweet, strong taste of her cunt's dew which he sucked up from her inanimate but warmly throbbing breasts gave him a comfortable feeling of male ownership. This was his girl, his wife, his cunt. To be vulgar... his meat.
He looked at himself in the mirror and was pleased. His hair was still neat. Except for being nude and having a gigantic hard-on he looked much the same as he had at work.
He rolled Arden over and her young beauty touched his heart. Her ass and hips and thighs, so perfectly proportioned for her height, seemed wider seen from this position.
With surprising gentleness Joe opened her legs as wide as they would go without hurting the girl. Her lovely little cunt, now closed by the pressure of her thighs and stuck together with the sweet mucilage from her inner cum-fountains, showed only a wet pink gleam between the sodden hairs.
Forgetting his hard-on, deeply interested in the powerful sex reactions of this girl, his wife, Joe Smith leaned down to kiss in the humid, strongly-flavored valley of her ass.
He pulled her ass cheeks apart, kissing and sucking on the tenderly wrinkled asshole. He felt her body move.
Good! There was a spot where she was still conscious!
Joe opened the dresser drawer that had been designated as "his" drawer. With a cock the size of his, he was never without several lubricants for sexual use. And he never looked at his store of emollients without a slight throb in his dick. The power of suggestion in sex was one of its many lovely little side benefits. He looked at vaseline. Fine for tiny cunts, even for maidenheads. It makes a protective coating for torn flesh. He looked at cold cream, three different kinds. It was great for slow, easy dalliance. Such lovely, flowery fragrance! Mixed with the strong scents of cunt and crotch, such a heady blend of sensual aromas!
But he looked at his enormous cock, looking bigger and more dangerous than ever and he reached for a surgical jelly. The kind doctors use when they shove a finger up the ass of male or female.
He went over first and leaned down again to kiss between the plump globes of the young girl's ass, holding them apart to get his lips firmly over the clutching anus.
He sucked hard, deeply pleased that the tight ring of muscle opened slightly to let his tongue slip in. He pulled back, pressing hard with his thumbs, holding the virgin asshole open to show its pink lining.
Joe knew something that most men don't. The inside of an asshole is lined with the same slick membrane as a cunt. It is not as slick, because rectums do not distill the mucous juices that characterize the female sex organs. But that inch of muscle which protects the lower bowel is as slick inside and as sensitive as the tight inch at the opening of a pussy.
He licked dreamily, then sucked again. Using great care, he squeezed out half an inch of the clear, slick jelly right on the wrinkled center of his bride's asshole. Then, holding the tight aperture open with both thumbs, he watched with deep interest as it melted into the pink opening.
Now he put twice as much on the head of his cock and worked it back along his throbbing stem with quick strokes.
He knew from Arden's reaction that she was thoroughly alive in the nerve centers of her ass. Her unconsciousness was merely a retreat from a pleasure she loved too much.
"Baby, I was saving this for later," he whispered, his eyes alight with interest. "But I can't pass this chance!"
He laid the broad, dark red head of his swollen penis right in the target area, closed so neatly yet lying so helpless under his attack. He gripped his young bride tightly under her thighs, just where they joined her torso, so that his fingers met in the wavy hair on her soft cuntal mound.
The surge of sex need that rose in his cock was almost more than he could bear without shooting his big load out over her back. Pushing himself slightly upward and forward so that the line of his huge cock was at right angles to the curve of her body, he gave one strong surge, went in an inch, and drove painfully down.
If the passion/pain of too much hard fucking into a girlish cunt rendered too sensitive by a tongue-induced cum was a shock, this was an earthquake of mental, emotional and physical torture to Arden.
She had not been injured by the brutal fucking. She had loved it, deep down. A child may go into hysterics from too much tickling, but only because it is too intense a joy.
Lying apparently lifeless, the tender and sensitized young body had been in a state of extreme euphoria. A state of love. Young cunt swollen and pleased out of mind by the love of her strong man. Her husband. She had felt and loved his breath on the quivering petals of her cunt, his hands on her breasts, his powerful sucking there and the kissing and sucking and tonguing in her rectum. In a far away dream of near-virgin lust, she had felt gentle inner quakes of tiny, tiny orgasms. Each as fine as a hair on her pussy. Each as delicately pointed as a nerve end. The leak of cum-juice, the quiver of cum-nerves, the shivery slickness of darling Joe's lips and tongue, sending waves of love and desire right up into the mystery of her body. The sanctity of her bowels.
BUT NOT THIS MOTHERFUCKING TORTURE SPLITTING HER ASS!
It was like the pain of being torn apart by wild horses.
IT HURT!
It was a splitting brutality like the pushing head of an unwanted baby bursting from his mother's womb!
"Oh, HELP ME!" the girl screamed as her grinning husband gripped his powerful hand over her mouth to still her panicky shouts. "PLEASE! SOMEONE! HELP ME! GOD, I'M DYING!"
"Holler it out, baby!" Joe grunted, with the deep pleasure of successful rape flooding him. With the powerful sweep of orgasm beginning in his balls. He was letting her go, letting her pitch him high so that his shit-smeared dick came out to its tip. Then, with deep pagan joy he would slam it back in to the hot and writhing guts where it felt so goooood!
There was as much outrage in Arden's voice as if she were being raped by bandits from the hills. And the pain in her rectum was so bright and sharp that it was making her faint.
Making her faint? Making her afraid to open her eyes? Making her hate the man who had so brutally sodomized her?
The pain was turning to fire: To a liquid fire that was better than any dope that any doper turned into Nirvana. The cock in her body, twisting in her ass, throwing her from the most unbearable pain to a fainting pleasure, was Joe's. Her husband's. Her lover. She threw herself against it. Trying to get more of it into her as she came, slowly at first. Then with a rush.
A harder cum, a more soul-shaking orgasm. Coming from what seemed like the true source of fuck-joy. Not just from a taut and crazy-mad clitoris. Nor from wild-raw cunt lips.
CUM! CUM!
It thundered in her belly like a command.
Each time Joe slammed into her, she felt his big balls pressing against the open lips of her cunt. There was such a rush of warm cunt goo running out of it that there was a liquidity to every sensation. Her cunt was bathing his balls just as they were tickling her cunt.
The pain in her rectum made more sense now. Pain was a part of woman's pleasure. To be rumped and to have it hurt so much was, in some dim way, a fulfillment of the love she felt for Joe. She thrust up and back with all her young power.
Grasping muscles were now holding her husband's rock-hard organ, grinding at it with far more strength than her little pussy could ever offer.
The powerful orgasm was hardly over before the next began.
"JOE! Oh, Joe, my lover!" Her voice was not so strident now. There was a heavy note of deep love in it. Her ass was going wild with its pleasure as Joe pumped in and out.
He had taken his hand from her mouth and was manipulating her breasts with tender savagery. Pull hard on the nipples! Grab a handful of soft, smooth titty and squeeze it like milking a young heifer! Rub hard, smashing the sensitive glandular tissue flat against her ribs! It was a bursting sensation of hot joy and hotter pain. It added fire to the long orgasm she was experiencing, but now she was with it. All the way. No more screaming. Enjoy! Enjoy!
Joe's heat was rising and swelling as he fucked into her asshole. The muscles around the opening were really closing in on his dick. When he pulled it out clear to the head, those big muscles gave him a feeling of instant cumming. When he jammed it back, the head worked along the ridged lining of her rectum.
He knew she was cumming and had been for long minutes. It was another series orgasm but his good, brave girl was not fighting it. Not screaming. Just low, sweetly animal moans to tell him how much she loved him. How marvelously he was fucking her.
IN THE ASS! The thought roared in her mind. The sensation roared and crackled in her body like a consuming fire.
CUM! CUM! CUM! But it no longer phased her out. If her back held out against Joe's weight and power, if her asshole did not rip from his giant cock and his maniac thrusts! Her body sang with lust confined, even though its power was cracking and breaking and flowing in her cunt.
Suddenly, like a gift from God, the strength of the young girl's sphincter muscles, the warmth and friction of her rectum, started Joe's orgasm. He felt the tremble of the power low in his back, around his own asshole. He felt it rumble in his balls, felt the tremor as his cock shook with its force.
The warm, sweet scent of his lovely girl's body, all of it, armpits, cunt, asshole, surrounded Joe. Like a mist of cologne. Like a cloud of hot love. All of this came to a pinpoint of fire and pain in the head of his straining cock, and he moaned in painful relief as his hot sperm shot out in milky streams, in her ass.
Her body was heated all through as if every nerve and vein had been a wire in an electric element. The sensation of cumming in an empty cunt, of having this huge jerking pole of hot meat stirring in her guts was unbelievable. Arden was doing something she couldn't explain. Her ass was against Joe, going in a steady rotation as his cock spurted slick semen into her.
It capped and exceeded every fuck-sensation she had known or dreamed in her short career in sex. It was the living end, the epitome of all she loved about her husband and his magic, marvelous, wonderful cock.
She twisted her head so that she could meet his lips with hers, sucking his tongue in, happy to let his big cock stay inside her bowels while the pleasured muscles slowly gave up their soft embrace.