Chapter 5
It was a real blast, watching the blonde clean herself up. Raking up every last drop of Joe's jism from her round, firm tits. Smiling up at him as she sucked her fingers.
"You really dig to eat that cum-cream, don't you, baby?" Joe asked her. And she leaned against him as she sat on the bed, holding his cock and licking it like crazy.
Just for laughs he showed her his drivers license. "So you'll know I really am Joe Smith," he said.
But it was another card in his wallet that interested her. His license to sell real estate.
"Hey, what do you know!" she exclaimed. "A realtor! My husband's in the same business."
The mention of her husband hurried Joe a little. But he tried not to show it. He felt and squeezed her big boobs every time he came near. He ran his hand into the wet hairs of her cunt, into the still swollen lips. He even asked about her husband.
"What did you mean if s so nice to have a man who just plain old likes to fuck?" he asked as he tied his tie. "Don't tell me you're married to a guy who doesn't like sex?"
She made a face. "Oh, he likes sex, all right. But with too many quirks and tricks." She sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she exclaimed.
The thought of sexual oddities on this woman so wonderfully created for fucking aroused Joe's interest. "Tricks?" he asked. "What tricks?"
She was up and putting on a flowing robe which she had taken from a large closet. "Look," she said, pointing at the array of clothes. "Makes me dress like Shirley Temple as a little girl. Or like a pirate's slave." She held up a tiny leather apron with large metal lock on its belt. "This is for when he chains me up."
"Son of a bitch," Joe exclaimed. "Doesn't he screw you?"
"Yeah," the blonde sighed. "After we go through a lot of stupid play acting." She looked at the clock. "I hate to see you go, Joe," she said. "Oh, how I love that cock of yours. And all that lovely juice!" She licked her lips and laughed, "At least I know your name."
She stood very close to him so that he could almost sense the warmth of her body through his clothes. The sweet scent of hot woman and lathered cunt nearly choked him.
He said, "I'm not going to kiss you, baby. If I do, I'll get another hard-on." He patted her strong, beautiful ass. "I just keep calling you 'baby.' What's your real name?"
"Faith," the big girl answered. "Isn't that a blast? My folks were old-fashioned. But I like the name." She had her face around the door as Joe was on the little porch. "Faith Ogden. Maybe we'll see each other, sometime."
Joe stopped and turned around. "Ogden?" he asked in a stupid way. "Ogden? A real estate licensee? You're not married to Harry Ogden, are you? Oh, Jesus!" he said and began to laugh. "Harry Ogden's old lady!"
He opened the screen door with one hand and pressed it on Faith's bare arm. "Excuse me for laughing," he gasped. "But it's really funny. I've known old Harry for ten, maybe twelve years. So maybe we will see each other again, baby. I mean, Faith!"
He gave her arm a squeeze and hurried off. On the way back, thinking of the man he knew and the way he treated women, he wanted to laugh and cry. Because Harry was kinky. And the thought of that broad, silken ass spread wide for Harry Ogden's weird expressions of lust was kind of scary.
It was kind of hot, too. It gave Joe a hard-on. And it was such a crime, considering the way Faith could suck and fuck. Wow! That pussy of hers! The way she could open it up so he could get his tongue inside! And the way she got her tongue wrapped around his prick, that was something else! Beautiful!
He still had the hard-on, or part of it, when he got to his own home and his own wife.
"Joe!" Arden cried, tears in her eyes. "I'm so glad to see you! I've missed you so!"
She was fresh out of the shower and her skin felt like warm rose petals, so smooth and soft. And all she had on was that shorty nightgown, so that the soft and curly hair on her young pussy actually showed below the hem. Joe still thought about the blonde, but it seemed to him that little Arden's titties had grown, just in this short honeymoon. Of course, they weren't as big and full as Faith's. His seeking hands squeezed down on them so hard that she squealed, but she pressed against him. And shyly put her hand down to confirm what her sensitive belly had picked up on. That he did really have a hard-on.
He gave her sweet little boobies another hard squeeze and a push that sent her onto the bed. Her legs flew up and spread apart. Her sweet little cunt had lips almost as thick and fat as the older woman's. Even in the brief time her legs were up and open, Joe saw the slick, clear juice run out of that pink little hole.
And when he knelt by the bed and she rolled over to kiss him, her tongue seemed almost as long and strong and thick as Faith's.
"Baby!" he said. "That's some stuff you've got there!" And he ran his big fingers lightly down into the quickening flesh between her hairy cunt lips.
She clung to him, her sweet young mouth open in hot delight, and kissed his mouth, running her tongue over his and under it. "Joe," she whispered, "I've been thinking about you and your cock all day! Oh, Joe, please let me see it! Let me play with it!"
He was suddenly filled with a warm desire to give her a memorable happening. "You mean will I let you suck it," he said. "And the answer is, sure as hell, baby! Tonight you learn to suck cock!"
The warmth he felt toward his young wife turned to anger at her reaction. He was partly on the bed, one arm between her raised thighs. His face was next to hers. His cock had grown harder the moment he thought of shoving it into Arden's slick young mouth.
But she leaped from his as though activated by a steel spring and cried in a shocked voice: "How dare you talk to me like that! Your own wife!" To make it all the more ridiculous, the flimsy little excuse for a nightgown was bunched above her waist and her belly, cunt and ass were in plain view.
Joe stared at her in angry disbelief and he automatically reached for her body. She almost spat at him and aimed, one foot in a sort of girlish kick at his face. It was an old reflex, based on long forgotten untruths and bad teaching. But Joe didn't know that and didn't care.
With a snarl, he swung his big hand at her face and saw her fall backwards. Unappeased, he grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her rounded ass toward him. In a small red blaze of rage, he began to hit her firm asscheeks with his open hand. Smack! Smack! Over and over, while the girl writhed and screamed and tried to pull away.
Until at last, with his anger cooled and some part of his good nature returned, he flung her away from him. And very deliberately began to remove his clothes.
"You phoney little bitch," he growled. "You can get up in the morning and sneak a suck on my prick, can't you? But when I give you the chance to make a woman of yourself, no way! You've got to yell and whine and play mama's girl. Well, fuck it!"
The exercise of whipping his girl-wife's pretty ass had stirred his blood and made his breath come faster. He flung himself on her unmoving body and jerked her around on her side.
"Cut out that crying!" he ordered. "And pull off that fucking stupid nightgown!"
Her breasts tumbled out as she quickly ripped the shorty gown off over her head. They were definitely bigger. They had shape, they had weight. And, as he dragged her roughly to him and shoved his cock hard between those fresh young breasts, they proved to have warmth as well.
"Joe," he heard her frightened young voice. "Please, Joe, don't hurt me any more!"
He felt her hands on his cock, felt one of them slide down to clasp his balls. Without more ado, he jerked her top thigh across his body and brutally jerked the other toward him to serve as a soft pillow. It was Faith Ogden and their sixty-nine all over again. But in spite of the similarity there was a haunting difference.
Arden's pussy was mature enough. Arden had a wealth of cunt hair. Not as much as Faith's. It didn't gather around her pink little asshole like a dense fringe of brush. But her cute ass cheeks were plump and firm and it was marvelous fun to pull them apart with his thumb.
The little voice came again. "Joe! Don't be mad at me! Please, Joe, I'm sorry I was so stupid!"
He jammed his face into her flowing twat, nosed the heavy lips apart and ground his mouth against her. At once she leaped and screamed and her cunt squeezed at his tongue.
He took his mouth away from her fragrant, sweetly oozing pussy. He reached between them, found a naked breast and pinched it unmercifully.
At once there was a muffled scream and the childish voice whimpered: "Don't hurt me any more, Joey! Please don't hurt me any more!"
It should have touched his heart, but he noticed that her cunt had immediately responded to the brutal pain in her tit.
"Keep your mouth shut!" he hissed. "Get it around my cock! God damn it, you sure sucked on it yesterday morning! So go on, bitch. Suck it now!"
Something warm and soft and slick closed on his tool. It wasn't very positive but it was sweet and pleasing. Better yet, it was because he had forced her to do it. No way to explain women. They said they would and then backed out. They licked you in your sleep and screeched when you told them to blow your cock. But what the fuck! They had the merchandise, all right. They had the cunts.
The warm smell of Arden's clean little cunt began to get to Joe. Maybe she had just gotten out of the shower, but it sure as hell had that good, strong perfume. Like old Swiss cheese. Plus a bit of herring. Plus something else that no one could define. It was cunty. Joe's tongue hardened and saliva flooded his mouth.
He nuzzled into those soft flaps again, nosing the long hairs aside. The long hairs wet with her cum juice. God, what a lot of cunt-squeezin's came out of that girlish twat!
He sucked on it in a tentative way, still wondering why she had been outraged at being asked to suck his cock. At his first suck, her mouth clamped down on the head of his prick. He sucked again, harder. And now he felt it. Her long, strong tongue was actually caressing his dick. It was really long enough to go right around the head. She was giving him a powerful suck-off. Maybe not the most expert in the world. But very, very good.
He slowly withdrew his cock from her face, pulling his loins back. When he felt her body move, he gently rammed it to her, feeling the cushiony, sensitive head make a soft but firm contact with the rear of her throat. Her soft hand tightened on the stem and her tongue lashed more feverishly on the head. She loved it!
He said, directly into the heated pink trough of her sex, "You're sucking me pretty good, baby! For an amateur, you've got some talent for a blow job! Keep sucking me and when I get ready to pop my nuts I'll let you know. So you can take it out of your mouth."
He felt her body stiffen and thought it might be some leftover resentment at his gutter language. Laughing, he licked in her flowing slit and drank up her juices. The soft texture of her inner lips, the delicate girl-flavor of her cunt ooze made his cock throb a bit. But she amazed him.
She took his cock out of her mouth but clung to it with her hands. "Joe Smith, that's a mean thing to say," the tragic young voice came to him. "Take it out of my mouth! You dare try to take it away from me when I make it start to cum and I'll bite it off!" Her mouth closed on it again and he felt the quick flash of her tongue across it, and then the delicate pressure of teeth.
He began to fuck into her face, laughing silently, and his tongue was busy in her slit. At each move of his hips, his head moved. Each time this happened, his tongue ploughed in the softly drooling furrow of pink flesh.
He became aware that her cuntal aperture was opening and closing. When it opened, he ran his tongue in. It went in easily, almost as deeply as he had in Faith's experienced pussy. Now that he was so close to it, he could see there was more hair around her asshole than he had thought.
All at once his body tightened. His nuts, which had been lolling around under his young wife's chin, were pulling up tight to his pole. There was an electric sensation in his big cock.
He got his arm under her lower thigh and put his other arm over and around the thigh on his shoulder. With a hard pull, he got her ass-cheeks wide apart and began to suck furiously at her pink asshole. Her ass was so firm, so round, so gorgeously fashioned.
As he felt Arden's strong young body begin to weave and move in his grasp, he also felt the hottest and slickest pressures on his cock. This child of sixteen, this near-virgin was swallowing his rigid tool. It was going into her throat. The powerful muscles she used in swallowing food were rubbing up and down on the tender-est membranes in his body!
Ever afterward, Arden Smith would remember this night with love and shame. Shame for her first phoney reaction. And love for herself for her final response. And of course there was Joe. She always remembered Joe.
Her body had been tense and tingly even before Joe drove into the driveway. She had bathed her firm self in some wild anticipation of what she and Joe would do. And her cunt had just seemed to fall open when Joe grabbed her. As it always did, the silly,' itchy, runny old thing! How she loved it! And then Joe had shocked her by saying what she had wanted him to say. Only he said it so bad. Like all the words she had always been scared of.
Now she had his cock in her mouth and his tongue in her cunt. How could she have frozen up so? And Joe, dear Joe! Beating her ass off.
How it burned. And how she had hated him. And then as the pain of his blows warmed her ass until she felt like melting, the warmth seemed to flow right into her pussy. Until it seemed to swell like her boobs during her period. And they felt so-o-o-o good! Her cunt lips. Oh, how gorgeous, while Joe was beating her ass half off.
She just felt as if she were cumming all that time and what was pouring out of her was just her slick, runny juice. That Joe loved. But the very best thing of all was that Joe had beaten her to make her suck his cock.
She nursed fiercely at the hard prick, covered by its soft skin. And warmed by Joe's hot blood. She had seen a tiny drop of clear fluid at the tip in the slit in the head.
It was such a little bit of stuff. Not like the floods of rich sperm that Joe shot into her that she sneaked out of her pussy when she went in the bathroom afterwards and ate, nearly dying of love as she licked her cunty fingers all covered with Joe's cum.
Her body shook with a deeply painful, deeply beautiful orgasm. Joe was so interested in eating her cunt that he wasn't aware of it But she sucked at his cock more eagerly.
Oh, God, how I wish I knew more about it, she thought. I almost wish I hadn't been a stupid virgin! I wish I'd learned where a man's cock feels the best. Then I'd suck it and lick it right in those places!
There was a fire-storm of orgasm building in her belly. In her cunt. In her guts. All through her. It would burst. It would pass. But all she could think of was having this wonderful man-prick wallowing in her spit, pressed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Suddenly she thought:
I've got his cock where I want it. Why am I so anxious?
And she could have giggled with relief.
Her body shook as he tongued into her hot little twat. It was a beautiful feeling. Love and desire. Romance and fuck lust. She trembled, her womb feeling about to burst.
Now she knew why Joe loved the taste and smell of her pussy. It had fascinated her, too, all her life. But she had thought that was only because it was hers and because she was depraved, not because the smell and taste of sex was so lovely, so heart-twisting... the taste of Joe's cock!
It was wild. Like the taste of her own cunt. She sucked furiously to keep her expanding mind from thoughts of cumming. The randy, raunchy scent of Joe's crotch brought her to the brink of orgasm. She felt the fierce twist of a cum deep inside her. One more suck from Joe and she would cream all over his dear face. How could she help it? Her tits ached where Joe had bruised them.
Dear Joe! He knew exactly what to do! Her love flamed in her, in her cunt, in her mouth. Her mouth felt like it was cumming, Joe's cock tasted so sweet and masculine.
Her hand-hold on his hard stem was her security. She could use her other hand to hold his enormous balls. That kid in the eleventh grade, the one who had cried her into holding his cock. What a drip! Little old balls like pecans. And Joe's were like hen eggs. Oooohhh! OOohh! How she loved them! And this cock! She was bursting.
There was such a feeling of suction on his prick that Joe was writhing. He had his mouth really buried in Arden's sweet-flowing cunt. It was fantastic how much he had taught her in so short a time. It felt like her cunt was sucking him instead of the other way around. Her tits were just marvelous down there around his belly. If it didn't feel so good to have his fingers holding the sweet flesh of his bride's ass, dabbling in the slickness of her warm cum-flow, he'd reach down and give them a hard feel.
Oh, good God Almighty! He was, he couldn't be. Could he? He had controlled that overload for so long with that blonde. And now, less than three hours after she had drained him, he was about to shoot again!
"Oh, Christ!" he groaned into the melting, gruelly cunt that was pouring out fuck-juice into his sucking mouth. "Oh, Arden baby! Oh, baby! You're sucking me so GOOD! Oh, that's it baby, get it all! Get all that jizz!"
Arden's moment of greatness moved her physically as well as spiritually. There was a sharp throb of pain and love much deeper in her body than she had felt before. It came again, a burst of pain and fire and beauty. Skin-crawling pangs that sucked right up her ass, that made her tremble from between her toes to the roots of her hair.
"I feel you, Joe!" she tried to scream, but the massive cock was beginning to jerk in her mouth.
She went down on it hard, hurting her throat because it was so big and rigid. The hot juice, the slick cum squirted out of it. Some went down her throat and she was grateful. Joe's rich seed in her stomach! Some regurgitated back around the base of her tongue. Oh, God, that taste!
"I love you, Joe! Fuck my throat, Joe! Fuck me in the head, Joe. Fuck my tonsils! Fuck all the way down to my belly! Shoot it into me, baby! Oh, Papa Joe!" She would have been screaming all this but that glorious stuffing of meat in her mouth made it into nothing more than a constant groan. Such love! Such power to raise a girl right off the bed, right up to the stars! And that flow of jism, one hot spurt after another. But she had to see it, she just had to!
"Joe!" she screamed. "Joe, forgive" and the hard shot of cum-gravy hit her right in the face, just above her mouth, and she nearly strangled. But she saw it! She was holding the writhing, jerking cock. It was pointed right between her eyes. The big red head expanded, glistened, and the little slit opened. Another hard shot of the sticky, rich fluid came at her and she caught it in her happy mouth.
"Uggghhh!" she choked. She meant to say: "I'm CUMMING, Joe! Love me! Fuck me! Oh, Joe, I worship your cock!" But the slick seed was on her tongue and lips. It was rolling down her throat. Just as the spasm of lust was shooting off in her guts, in her cunt. So it came out: "UGGGGHHH!" and Joe understood.
He was watching now. Looking down between her breasts. So young, so firm. Their nipples were as big asno, by God. He wouldn't think of that other broad.
The smell and taste of cunt was so thick that it was choking him. Some of her clear juice had somehow gotten into his eyes. But he saw his girl-wife holding his cock, aiming it into her face. He saw her lovely young mouth wide open to shoot the jism into it. God, how he kept cumming and cumming! And he began to suck on the bloated, blood-gorged lips of Arden's pussy until one final pang wracked him and he closed his eyes. His mouth was half open. It was filled with the soft-haired flesh of Arden's cunt lips. A trickle of warm cum-goo was leaking out, finding its way into his slack lips, and he automatically swallowed.
Arden's sense of fulfillment was sweet and overpowering. She had overcome her final prudishness. She hoped. She licked her lips, running her tongue over her teeth and gums. There was still the scent and flavor of male seed. It was so rich, so thick! Her tired cunt gave a warm, itchy crawl that sent a trickle of joy-juice into her husband's mouth.
His cock was as clean as a baby's. She had licked every last drop from around the head and under the foreskin. She had opened the little slit and sucked gently to get any lurking drop from that tiny orifice.
With a little moan of content and love, she inched her body forward until she could hold Joe's softening cock against her warm breast.
With her free hand, she reached back of her for a sheet to pull over them both. When Joe woke up, they could eat. For now, her appetites were satisfied.