Chapter 8
Arden was too exhausted to move. Too fucking exhausted. The thought made her smile. Wow, what an evening! Who'd have thought that little old Arden, the country kid, would be a ringmaster in this kind of a circus!
She lay under a warm coverlet, trying to remember. The room was dark. She remembered hearing voices. Joe had been angry. And so had Harry.
"A flat out trade!" Joe had shouted. "Not one fucking dime in cash! What do you want? My blood?" And Harry had said, "I've spent a lot of time on Faith." What had it meant?
She sat up. She was a little groggy. Had she heard a car drive away or hadn't she? She knew she was at Faith's. Or at Harry's. She moved to get off the bed and gave a plaintive cry, like a child awakened too suddenly.
"Joe!" she called, trying not to be too loud. "What's happened? Where are you?"
She reached down to her ankles. Someone had tied her feet together. With leather thongs, it felt like. Not too tightly, so it didn't hurt. But she couldn't have run to save her life. She shouted louder, "Joe! Faith! Somebody! Help me!"
She was feeling panicky when the light went on. There in the door was Harry. Naked. Or almost naked. He had some kind of crazy leather head-band around his brow. It was studded with knots of shining brass. And his cock looked weird, like a bad dream. So terrible that Arden began to strain her throat screaming.
The big man bounded to her and struck her a stunning blow across Hie face. "Shut up, you little fool!" he cried. "Shut up! You want to go to jail?"
She looked at him, blind with pain and fear. His cock was encased in a leather sheath that made it look a foot long, three inches wide. It was covered with long brass studs, like thick, blunt nails. It couldn't have gone into an elephant. Its very presence on his cock threw the young girl into a fit of trembling.
"Ojesuschristalmighty!" she sobbed, pointing at it. "Oh, NO! NO! You want to kill me?"
Harry grinned at her. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. "Get your ass up here to me! You want to get your ears boxed again? Do as I say!"
The child, so used to taking orders at home and at school and with Joe, obeyed. But she was sobbing. "If you put that thing in me, you'll kill me!" she shrieked.
The thickset man thrust his finger in her twat. Oddly enough, considering her fright, it responded. He twisted the finger and her sweet, smooth ass rotated while a flurry of cunt muscle caressed his finger.
"By God," the man swore, "Joe didn't lie. You do take direction." He stood there where he was, moving his finger in and out and around and about in her tender cunt. She began to feel better, less frightened. After all, any man who cared that much about how she felt couldn't be too bad.
She began to weep a little, silent tears coursing down her cheeks to fall on the bed. The soft finger in her cunt felt so good. And she was so frightened and tired. Her ass kept up its little movements and the finger went in and out.
Suddenly there was a thud on the bed and Arden saw that it was the terrible cock armor that Harry had had on his tool. He had taken it off. Maybe he was going to shove his cock into her. Well, she was ready.
It didn't happen, and she looked back. It was incredible. The man was holding one hand in her snatch. In the other, he was holding his cock. And he was jerking off.
"Harry," she said softly. "Give me your peter. Stick it in me. In my cunt. Don't you like girls' cunts?" She waggled her lush little ass from side to side. His thick finger felt good, but she was too fevered for that. "I want to feel you squirt a big load of cum in my pussy!" she said. "You want me this way? Or on my back?"
She heard a gulp. "I don't know if it will get hard enough to go in," Harry admitted. "I have to do something else, something besides fucking, if I'm going to cum."
Arden fell away from him, then turned and sat up, taking his big prick between her palms. The big man saw the smoothness of her girlish hands. Touching. But sexy. But he wasn't sure he could trust her.
"Why are you so nice to me?" he asked, rocking back and forth, fucking between her hands. "You don't even know me."
Her sweet young mouth formed a big "O" as she took the head of his big cock in and sucked it, looking up at him through her long lashes.
"Joe's testing me," she said. "He said I'm a good sport. And you're his friend. And he's somewhere, fucking your wife. Right? So I'm here, sucking you. And ready to fuck you!"
To her vast disappointment, the large, partly hard cock swelled to almost twice its size and began to shoot jism in her face. She caught as much of it as she could. It was not rich and thick, like Joe's. Well, things evened out. She knew that Faith's pussy tasted stronger than her own.
"Harry," she said sadly, "couldn't you have held it a little longer? I could have cum in a minute. I'm so hot! I just have to have a cum!"
He pushed her roughly over on the bed. Onto her back. He raised her legs and looked down at her, grinning. "I'll suck you good, Arden," he growled. "My cock may not get hard every time. But my tongue never fails."
She was sad but not too dispirited to work her fiery clit and dripping pussy against the man's forceful tongue. He had not lied. His tongue was almost as good as a cock.
He drove it in and out of her, and she felt the first faint tingles of an orgasm. He sensed it and licked harder, grabbing her cunt hairs between his teeth from time to time. He was laughing, his eyes bright.
"Pretty little cunt," he mumbled, his face shining with her juice.
She felt a hot tremor shaking in her guts and then a powerful throb around her womb. It was a sickening pain, but it was welcome. Not a real, gushing orgasm. No floods of hot semen spraying her cunt. But at least she could cum. And it seemed to please Harry. Maybe tomorrow, Joe would come for her and everything would be all right.
But that particular tomorrow never came.
"He's left you," Harry said brutally. "Don't you understand? He traded you to me for Faith. Say, he didn't lie to me, did he? You really were a virgin when you married him?" She looked at him dully, her eyes filled with tears.
"I really was," she said. "What difference does it make? Do you suppose Joe got hurt?"
He had let her get up and had untied the leather thongs around her ankles. "You won't be going anywhere," he said in a matter-of-fact voice. "I'll have you picked up in an hour."
He showed her a paper signed by Joe Smith. It said that Harry Ogden was her legal guardian.
"I can do anything I want with you," Harry boasted. "I can tie you up, whip your ass, fuck you with that brass cock."
Arden felt that she didn't care. "Okay," she said. "Joe didn't want me any more, I guess. I did all I could for him. I guess it wasn't enough."
Her young face was so filled with pain that Harry began to get a hard-on. "He thought you didn't know how to suck a cock, maybe," he suggested slyly.
Arden flushed. "He said I was great." Memory touched her and she added, "He said I was great for a young kid. Maybe that was just being kind."
Harry opened his robe and let his cock out.
For a wonder, it was hard. "See," he said, "I can get a hard-on if things are right." He motioned to a big closet. "You like clothes?" he asked.
Anything to ease the aching burden of rejection. If Joe could do this to her, she could leave him in some forgotten corner of her mind. Dully, she got up and went to look at whatever Harry had to show her.
It was fabulous.
Dozens of custom gowns and dresses and blouses. Skirts, too. And drawers of under things. "Drawers full of drawers," Harry said, his hand stuck in her ass. In her pussy. Everywhere she went, he followed, his fingers juicing her like some kind of fountain.
"I love your pussy," he said a couple of times. Once he held her against him, letting her see that he had a hard-on. "I mean it, Arden," he said huskily. "I really love your cunt."
He pulled things off their hangers. "Faith isn't all that much bigger than you," he said. "Not where it counts, anyhow. Little taller, maybe. Not much. Try this dress on, let me show you something."
It was a rich piece of fabric. Pure silk from Japan, Harry said. Rosy beige. Fell in soft folds all around her. "Looks okay, doesn't it?" the man asked. "Now look."
He put his arm about her waist. At once, Arden felt his soft hand on her belly, moving up to her breast. And it never showed. They were standing in front of a mirror and it never showed. They were just two people standing close together.
Suddenly Arden began to laugh.
"That's what you like, is it?" she asked. But her voice was neither sad nor angry. Poor old guy! What a thing to turn on with! Sneaking a feel on a naked tit in public.
"It's something new," he said. "I sort of got tired of the bondage bit. Joe said you got hot when he whipped your ass. I could do that for you, and maybe I could get it up. But this is a new thing. I think it'll work."
The clothes intrigued her. They were beautiful, distinctive. They were of almost regal quality and had the mark of a superior designer. One in particular looked as if it had come right out of Vogue Magazine. "Country clothes," Harry said. A long skirt, nearly to her ankles. A beautiful plaid jacket. A severely styled satin blouse with a fake Ascot tie.
"Here's the joke," Harry giggled. She had the skirt on. Her breasts were bare, and Harry had been squeezing them, laughing as her young nipples hardened.
He ran his hand down the back of the skirt and laughed. His bare hand was between her bare thighs. Then on her cunt.
"I could fuck you in church with this thing on," the man chortled.
She had had so many strange things happen to her in the past few days that Arden felt disoriented. Maybe this was what she deserved, she thought. Maybe this crazy business was the life for her. Poor old Harry! And poor young Arden!
She took his tired and wrinkled face between her hands. She kissed him on the thick red lips, tonguing him gently. She reached down and took his cock, squeezing it gently, really feeling it, getting the warmth and softness of the skin in her mind as well as in her fingers. In a soft, childlike way she began to pull the thick, smooth foreskin down over the bulbous head, then gently back until her small fist touched the coarse bush of hair at its base. He shivered and braced his hands on the dresser. Arden breathed deeper. Her pussy had an expectant feel.
"Harry," she whispered, "you're getting a hard-on!"
She picked out clothes, getting his opinion on what she should wear. "We're going to have a ball," she said. "I want you to be happy." If I can't make Joe happy, she thought, then Harry will have to do.
The panties intrigued her, too. Once she examined them. They were of gorgeous quality. From front or rear they seemed just to be panties. Expensive panties such as Arden had never owned before. But they were wide open at the bottom. "Just bend over, baby," Harry said, "and they come open."
"And you could fuck me in church, right? But how about if I began to cum?" She kissed him hard. This weird old bum was sort of interesting. If only she hadn't been traded away. Like some damned used car. Or used cunt. That part of it made her mad. She wondered what Faith thought about it.
She was all for getting into the clothes and testing them out, but Harry, chickened out. "Let's wait until tonight," he begged. "Listen, Arden, you're so sweet and wonderful, any man should get it up for you. But suppose I can't?"
She felt the bare cock. It was really a beauty, she felt. If only it would just get hard and stay hard.
She suddenly had a picture of Faith, beautiful Faith, in these clothes. Faith was probably mean to this poor old guy. She and Joe worked up this trade. God damn Joe, anyhow!
She thought of Joe in various ways, and one of them was of Joe handing her a check. She turned away from Harry so he could not see the triumph in her face. God damn, she thought, I've got around fifteen hundred bucks in the bank. If I can collect it, maybe I can get out of this trap.
She kissed old Harry again. "Those clothes are a riot, Harry," she said. "Look so fancy, but you can get your hand into 'em and onto my tits or my pussy right out in public. Listen, would you really try to get it into me, through those open-bottom clothes, right out in front of God and everybody?"
He giggled. "Try me and see," he urged.
"Okay," she said. "I've got a little savings account down at Coastline Federal. Joe was always giving me money, so I saved it. Why don't you take me down there and I'll go draw out my money. Then you can try to fuck me in the parking lot."
She wore the long skirt with the plaid jacket. And boots. She even wore a pair of the open-bottom panties. And getting the money was ni problem. She'd come to know all the tellers.
"Hi, Arden," Flo Sellers greeted her. "Putting some in or taking some out?"
She went back to the parking lot with a book of fifteen travelers cheques of one hundred dollars each, plus over a hundred in cash. She felt a mixture of love and resentment for Joe, of pity and resentment for old Harry.
She got in the back seat with the man and sat on his lap, but it didn't work. He got almost a hard-on, and he got his fingers right up her twat from underneath, but all he could really do was rub the tip of his prick between the hot lips of her pussy.
"Never mind, baby," he whispered to her. "It'll work if we get somewhere around other people. That turns me on!"
She was content to go back to Harry's. With all that money, she felt free. It almost made her forget the heat, and unsatisfied hunger in her cunt. But it couldn't wash away the bitterness of her anger at Joe. And at Harry.
"Damn it, Harry," she said in honest exasperation as he held her down on his bed that afternoon. "Why did you and Joe want to trade wives?"
He had been playing with the tender lining between the thick lips of her pussy, keeping the area moist with its flow which he was stimulating. He would kiss into the hot rosette of flesh now and then. Lick her clit once in a while. Keeping her warm, just on top of a mild orgasm.
He smiled up at her wet-lipped. "I guess I had all I wanted of Faith," he said. "And you were so young and pretty." He looked like a dissipated old satyr from out of a bad dream, but Arden felt a maternal stab for his frustration. "It's not easy to find exactly what you're looking for," he observed.
"And neither you nor Joe gave a damn how I felt about it. Or how Faith felt about it?" She was furious.
He shrugged. "What the hell could either one of you do to earn a living?" he asked. "You have to have a man to pick up the tab. If it wasn't me, it'd be someone else. If it wasn't me or Joe, Faith would have to latch on to someone else. I'm not all that bad a deal, baby."
Because he was, at least to her, an old man, Arden controlled her rage. "So Faith and I don't have anything to say about it?" she asked. "You could trade me again if you wanted to? So I'd better shape up, right, Harry?"
He was totally unaware of the irony. He smiled and ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. In spite of everything its good feeling remained. Harry's lick made her jump in an unexpected spurt of pre-orgasmic thrill.
"You got it right, Arden," he said. "Harry wouldn't trade you, though, baby! Not as long as you keep your head and do what good old Harry says."
He got up to answer the phone, and said a few words, listened for a while. He came back to her, highly excited.
"We've got some luck, baby," he said. "Biggest developer in the Bay Area. I traded my job down here to Joe. The guy up north wants me right away. We can take a bus tonight." "Bus?" Arden echoed. "Why can't we fly? Or drive your car?"
He kept smiling at her and then she remembered. He can fuck me on the bus, he thinks, Arden's mind said. Her legs felt weak at the thought. It could be something powerful and real. And totally new. A sudden gnawing and creeping itch started up inside her as she thought of that big cock. If it really would get hard. And he could get it into her in front of a busload ofjerks. She almost came just thinking about it.
She forgot her resentment for a moment and felt in the old guy's crotch. Truly, he had almost a hard-on. Wonderful!
She was more excited than Harry, just thinking about it as they got on the bus. But it was over an hour before it got crowded enough to make it seem valid for her to sit on his lap.
"Take my seat, madam," Harry said to a hard-faced woman. "I can hold my little girl on my lap."
The woman thanked him ungraciously as he took the seat on the aisle and let her get in by the window. It was getting late, and many of the passengers were asleep. Arden had been shifting from one ass cheek to the other, she was getting so hot and interested in the idea of the strange fuck. Some of her pussy smell was wafting around their part of the bus.
Harry pretended to have trouble getting adjusted as Arden settled on his lap. Getting his cock out. Arden giggled. And gasped. It was hard as a rock, and it was bigger than Joe's.
It seemed to hang up for a moment at the entry to her cunt, and then went in. It went in with a little sucking feeling in the girl's tight young pussy. She had leaked so much cunt fluid that she was sloppy. But Harry was very big and she was very small.
He groaned as her weight came down on him. Her tightness must have skinned his cock with brutal force. The stern-looking lady gave them a dirty look and then turned her glance out the window to look at the dark shapes of a little town go by. She saw that Harry was holding the girl to him, but did not see his hand. She couldn't have. It was inside the plaid jacket, fondling her bare tit. And she was responding. It felt 30 good, so very good! The fire in her loins came up to meet the pleasure in her breasts. Or vice versa. He was able to feel both of her boobs and he was giving them the fiery pleasure of hard handling. Arden wished she could say: "Harry, darling! Oh, Harry! That feels so good! In my cunt! On my tits! Oh, Harry, make me cum! Make my hot little cunt shoot its juice on your big old hard cock!" But of course she couldn't even groan with her inner joy.
It felt marvelous, her cunt being stretched by that massive tool, but how to cum? They went over a slightly bumpy piece of highway, and Arden came within a little red cunt hair of shooting her load. But unh-unh, not yet, baby. She began to worry that Harry wouldn't be able to sustain this hard-on, and knew that she'd give herself a hand job if she had to.
"Oh, daddy," she sighed as the cunt itch grew, "do you think we'll ever get there?" She gave her ass a faint wiggle and the woman seated by the window looked at them as though to say: "Shut up and let me sleep."
The thickness and heat of Harry's cock was wonderful. It was l-o-n-g! Way up in her guts. When she crouched a little, it seemed to hit her stomach. Her pussy seemed about to burst, it was so stretched. And the least little bump made the long, hard cock bump her cervix.
She heard Harry chuckle. "I'm enjoying the trip, dear," he said. "I could go on like this forever."
You, Arden thought, you inconsiderate old goat! Much you care whether I get off or not. And desperately she thought: I've got to get off! I'm dying of heat! This load's killing me! And still, the gentle probing of the barely moving cock was a simple pleasure that was too lovely for words.
Her resentment came back, though, and she began to recall the injustices she and Faith had suffered. It made her blood boil in a different sense than the heat from the cock. And it was just about that time that they hit the detour.
"I'm sorry, folks," the young driver said over the PA system. There's a bridge out just this side of Santa Barbara. We'll be on the detour just a few minutes. It'll be a little rough, but not for long."
They could see the lights of the big town up ahead, and closer they saw the flares by the washed out bridge.
They went sliding down onto a temporary road and Arden screamed. She couldn't help it. Harry's prick had jammed into her so far that it hurt beautifully. Its jarring push had stretched the membrane over her clit to make it shriekingly marvelous. So she screamed, then bit her lip and put her head down. Inside the jacket, Harry squeezed her tits to a purple-blue handful of sensuality.
The hard-faced woman patted her shoulder. "Don't be scared, child," she said. "We just skidded a little. Your father's got you, you're safe."
Arden looked at the woman dumbly. She was so shaken with the preliminaries of a hard cum that she was just barely in this world. Her pussy was beginning to cream away up on the inside of her cunt. The hard spasms were only a moment away. And that cock! That horrible, beautiful cock!
The truck hit one sharp dip with its left front wheel, and another a few feet along with the right front wheel. Arden's body went slapping from side to side, very hard, and each wall of her madly sensitive pussy got a hard massage.
In the dark outside, a flasher light went past and the bus lumbered up a grade. Arden slid back on the big cock, ready to scream that she had to cum, and choked. She hated this old bastard with his cock in her. Why didn't he fuck her, bring on her cream, send her shooting to the stars? He was happy, the old goat.
Oh, God, let me cum, she prayed.
The driver changed gears and they went up and over the shoulder of the pavement and down the last hundred feet to the blazing lights of the depot. There was only a little traffic. Arden's cunt fluttered. She felt Harry's cock swell and jerk, and knew that the old bastard had held back his orgasm to give himself all the fun in the world. The hell with how she felt. But now, with his hot semen spraying her womb in the tight confines of her cunt, she came too.
Not big. Not like she needed, just a measly little cum that she could have gotten with the tip of her finger. And Harry, damn him anyhow, was shooting jet after jet of hot jism into her. And all the bitterness of betrayal came back.
She timed it exactly. His cock jerked and a hot wash of slick seed went into her. And she got up.
Quickly, deftly, lifting her right leg across his shins. Out in the aisle. Reaching up quickly to get her bag from the rack and looking directly at the hard-faced woman by the window.
A thunderstruck Harry sat paralyzed and his cock, suddenly shucked of its hot and slick little sheath, shot a long white stream of his seed into the air.
And another followed.
But before the second shot had fallen, the woman passenger next to Harry began screaming, pointing to Harry's spurting prick.
Without looking back, Arden walked daintily down the aisle, saying "Excuse me. Excuse me," as she brushed by the staring people.
They were still not quite to the depot. The driver was up and had rushed by Arden. She heard him shout: "What the hell!" And the woman's cry: "Police! Help! Police!"
The front door of the bus was shut, but Arden had seen them opened a thousand times. She pressed the proper lever and got off, down into the street. She walked away quickly.
When she got to the curb, standing in a fringe of darkness, she stopped to look and enjoy. There was poor old Harry, his massive head down, his shoulders hunched. The woman was yelling but Arden couldn't hear her. The driver had Harry by the neck. The old boy seemed to be trying to get his cock back into his pants.
"That won't save you, you old bastard!" Arden said in a clear, firm voice.
She picked up her bag and began to walk away from the depot. She was smiling.