Chapter 6
Things went smoothly for the Smiths. In spite of an occasional claim that he was thirty-five years old and could hardly be expected to keep up with the sexual demands of a sixteen year old kid, Joe kept Arden well fucked.
One reason was her quickness to accede to anything he asked. Her pink and girlish little asshole had learned a marvelous elasticity. It still hurt like hell when Joe's big dick first went into it. But even the hurting was part of the final payoff in gut-deep pleasure.
But Seddon Pines, while it had started with almost five, hundred homes to sell was now down to its last fifty or sixty. The other salesmen would lie back and wait for the Seddon Company to open a new development, but Joe wasn't that kind. He was reading the real estate news and talking to title company men and an occasional local broker. He was edgy and itchy and nervous. It worried Arden.
She was young enough so that almost everything that happened to her was a novelty. And interesting. Joe's reaction to her periods, for example, and the changes in her young body.
On Joe's days at work, she loved to stand or lounge in front of the tall-mirrored vanity in the master bedroom. There she could view and assess her charms. And love them.
Her breasts were larger, no doubt about it. They seemed to swell every time Joe fucked her or sucked her or had her engage in some other lovely variation. And some of the swelling was permanent. Her body was still slender, as slender as ever, except that her butt was bigger, she thought. She admired it in the mirror as she turned in profile, drawing in a breath of delight as she ran her warm hand clear into it. Touching her asshole, sliding forward enough to feel the wet flow from her pussy.
She would lie for an hour sometimes just looking at her cunt. It was beautiful, she thought. It was twice as fat and soft and rounded. The lips were so thick. They'd never been like that before she married Joe.
"Pretty thing," she whispered, fingering the sensitive inner lips. "Joe," she would say in a low and sexy voice, "Joe, I want you to fuck me!"
And when Joe was there he would. And when he wasn't, she would finger-fuck herself. If she felt like it.
Because she felt supremely grown up. She was married. She was her own boss. Except for Joe, of course. Joe was her real boss, and she never wanted to forget that.
It never occurred to her that her fresh and opulent young body was sexual tonic for Joe. She loved her body, of course. Loved the way it looked and the way it felt when she played with her various parts. But it was in direct ratio to Joe's interest that she loved herself. Joe's wishes were everything, and she now always said, "Whatever you want, Joe," no matter what he wanted.
Like the first time she got the curse after they were married. She had never felt as bad as Mama claimed she felt. Just a little depressed. And her pussy was usually swollen and a little sensitive. Her boobs swelled up, too. And her nipples hurt when they pressed against her dress. That was kind of nice, in a way. So she didn't mind menstruating.
However, she had always heard that a man didn't like a woman who had her monthlies. Turned them off, Mama said. But not Joe! Of course, they had only been married three weeks when she had her first period as a married woman. And she tried to tell Joe in a regretful tone that she wasn't up to anything in the way of sex.
Man! Had Joe showed her!
He spanked her ass until it was sore and the heat of the spanking joined the heat in her twat. Then he stuck his big cock in her face, let her suck it until she was hot enough to blow sky high and thenhe fucked her! Period and all!
"If a guy's scared of a girl's period, he's too scared to enjoy a fuck!" Papa Joe had said, his thick lips spread in a beautiful smile, his dark eyes hot. And if there was some menstrual blood on the sheets, what the hell, Joe said.
"They're our sheets, baby!" he laughed.
So she adored Joe and wanted only what he wanted. And she didn't know that perhaps Joe wanted something she didn't have and couldn't give him.
Like a strange piece of ass. Particularly a piece of belly dancer's ass from a blonde belly dancer. Because
Faith Ogden had just disappeared.
"Mrs. Ogden finished her harem dance class with us," the lady at the YMCA told him. "They've moved, I think."
He checked the subdivision office where Faith's home was located. Yes, they told him, they had sold the house to Harry Ogden. One of their salesmen. He still owned it, but they hadn't his address.
Joe even wrote the Real Estate Commissioner's office in Sacramento. Harry Ogden wasn't working, according to their records. Last heard from in Santa Vaca County.
And Joe lusted for that soft, fat, drooling cunt with its curly blonde hair. And its incredible muscle control. He even had Arden get a library card and get a book on belly dancing. And like a miracle the young girl became very good at it. Cute and sexy in the see-through harem pants and the brass-trimmed bra and the sequined veil.
"Try to make your cunt shake and tremble when I get it into you, baby," Joe said hoarsely, aiming his red and throbbing cock at his child-bride's shaking and trembling pussy as she tried to give Joe what he wanted.
"But Joe, darling," she said, "when I hold still for you to get it in, it sort of throws me out of rhythm." It was too bad, but she was really so sweet and charged with native fuck talent that Joe was not unhappy.
"See if you can swallow it all the way, Arden," he would say when they were lying reversed on the bed. "Straighten out your neck. Did you ever see a sword swallower? He throws his head back so its a straight line down his throat all the way to his belly."
Arden squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, marvelous, Joe!" she cried. "I'd like to have it clear down me, all the way into my belly!"
She frowned. "But maybe my digestive juices would hurt the tender part," she said. And Joe could never make out whether she was on the level with that kind of baloney.
She tried and tried, even got a book on circus freaks to learn about sword swallowing. And finally, although it did strain her throat, he could drive his big cock all of its length into her throat. His pubic hair pressed her upper lip, his balls covered her eyes. And wow! That great cock was clear down into her lungs.
"Jesus! Baby, I never thought you could do it," Joe said admiringly. "It must hurt like hell. Doesn't it?"
She colored with pride and love. "It's for you, Joe, my darling. Don't you believe me? When I say I'll do anything to make our marriage work, I mean it. Anything! And," she added, blushing again, "my book on marriage says that happy sex means a happy marriage."
That was some book. "Happy Sex." By some pair of doctors who were able to persuade dummies to pose for pictures. Not models, either. Just plain, ordinary people. And the things they posed for! Even Joe got a kick out of it. And a few ideas. Good thing, too. It wasn't always easy to get a hard-on every time little hot-nuts Arden warmed up.
"Jesus, baby, that really does look hot," Joe growled in her ear. She was on his lap and they were both facing the tall mirror.
His hard and hairy cock was plunged between the thick lips of her cunt. There seemed to be a lot of cock showing but that was a part of it that never got into Arden. She knew that. God knows, she had tried every way to get it all in her. But it was a beautiful and lascivious sight.
When she moved, the hairy outer lips of her pussy were rolled back. The wet pink lining showed. Joe's cock was highlighted by the clear juice that was always present up in Arden's young vagina. And especially present at times like this.
"Bounce me up and down a little, Papa Joe," the girl said in a high voice, like a really little girl. "Ooooh, lookie," she cried in falsetto delight. "Look at Papa Joe fuck his baby girl! Ride a cock horse!" she cried. "Oh, Joe, I never knew what that nursery rhyme meant! A cock horse!" And she bounced and banged until Joe held her firmly on it.
"You're tearing the skin off my prick," he growled, but she knew he was proud of her for being so tight.
Her long brown hair streamed down over her breasts, and his big hands worked in the hair. It sent shock thrills of heat through her belly, through every nerve in her body that was in any way connected with her genitals. Genitals! Gee, that was a crazy word. But Arden loved it. It had a sort of grown-up mystique to it. If she went to a doctor, he would examine her genitals. Suppose he happened to be a young doctor? And good-looking? Wow!
"Joe," she whispered, "you're way up me. As deep from the bottom as you are from the top. When I'm being a sword swallower, I mean." Her body trembled and it was great for Joe. An electric feeling. Almost like when that blonde broad sucked him into her pussy and "isolated" as she called it. He clamped his hands hard on her firm, heavy young breasts. The nipples stuck out of his clutching fingers and she cried out in helpless pain and love.
"Hurt me, Joe! Do you like that, Joe? Hurt me, baby! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! OH GOD, JOE! FUCK IT INTO ME, BABY! FUCK IT INTO ME!"
There was a long moment when she could not scream, when all her body could do was feel the splitting warmth of the belting cum-wave. Her voice chopped off in her throat. Her womb jerked like Joe's cock when he was cumming. Deep inside her body, where the fuck juice grew. Where fuck muscles crept and clenched. Where pain and love and beauty were like a hot sword cutting through her clit. Blasting her cunt.
And then she was writhing with all her young strength, and Joe, lusting and laughing, feeling her superb body made into one huge cunt to please him, fucked up her as hard as he could. With his great strength, he swept her up and threw her on the bed. He held her so tightly that his cock stayed buried in the writhing darkness of her pussy.
As they fell on the bed, with Joe still on top, his hard cock was jammed into her with all his weight. He was now in the first painful steps of orgasm, when the pressure of hot semen seems ready to rip through any restraint. When tubes and flesh are seared with heat and a man's balls are too full.
He closed his eyes because he wished to see in his mind the swollen division of his young bride's cunt lips, their rounded, soft hairiness. And their pink surfaces shiny-wet with her cum juices.
Every inch of Arden's skin seemed charged with the fire of orgasm, the deeply beautiful itch of cumming. She felt her beloved husband's cock twisting in her guts, beating on her most intimate inner parts. Her womb seemed to hang open to the blows of his cock. Her clitoris was like a boil that was bursting open in pleasure rather than pain.
Her voice came back in a ragged scream: "AAARRRGGHHH! MY CUNT! MY BELLY! OH, JOE, FUCK ME HARDER! AARRGHH! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! OOOHHHHHhhhhhhh!" and her voice caught in her gagging throat as she passed through the momentary blackness of the ultimate cum spasm.
Joe held her and licked the tears off her smooth cheeks. His hands continued to pull in long, milking strokes on her breasts. The scent of female heat grew under her arms but his drained balls prevented any reaction. His cock was still in his wife's tight fuck-hole but they were both quiescent.
She felt his shriveled pole slip from her cunt, forced out by her natural tightness. And for once, she was so thoroughly fucked that she did not protest. In fact she did not even regret not being able to eat the hot load of cum he had shot up her.
"Oh, Joe," she whispered at last, "you were so marvelous! I'm so grateful to you! What did I do? How'd you get so hot?"
He laughed deep in his throat. "When you sounded like a little kid," he said. "All at once, I couldn't see any hair on your pussy, any tits under my fingers. I felt like I was splitting the pussy of an eight-year-old kid! Raunchy, isn't it? Butwell, what do I say? You know me, baby. At least you know me part way. My cock needs variety. And you sure give it to me."
She turned and began to kiss him, laughing and crying.
"Oh, how I love you, darling!" she sobbed. "Do you want to fuck an eight-year-old? I'll get you one! I know a girl at home, she's just going on nine, all she talks about to her sister is fucking. I'll get her! I can do it!"
He felt only mildly amused. The thought of an honest-to-God pre-teen child impaled on his cock was a fantasy. But a fantasy not terribly interesting just now. He rubbed his face under her arm and over her breasts, then licked down to her belly.
"I do believe you'd do it," he said.
She clung to his head. "Of course I would," she vowed. "And I'd hold her cunt open while you slipped it into her!"
"Maybe I'll ask you to do something like that, baby," he said. "But not with a little girl. With a big girl.
How about that?"
She hugged his arm and shivered. "Anything for you, Joe," she whispered. "Anything! Now, let me suck you a little, huh?"