Chapter 9
As Arden walked along the quiet road in the friendly dark, her breathing slowed and her pussy cooled slightly.
There was a small stream of male sperm running out of her cunt, through her mesh of brown cunt hair, down her leg. Not much, really. Poor old Harry hadn't creamed all that big an amount.
The girl stopped before a darkened service station. She took a wad of facial tissues from her shoulder bag. In the shadows she spread her leg and wiped out her snatch. The weird panties were a little wet and gluey at the edges of their opening, but they were such beautiful material that Arden elected to keep them. She squeezed her vagina, exactly as she had been taught by Joe, and a few more drops of Harry's skimpy semen oozed out. She wiped them up and threw the used tissue in a bin marked KEEP OUR CITY CLEAN.
She was having a sandwich and a cup of coffee in an all-night drive-in when she saw a uniformed cop looking the place over. She signaled the waitress and asked, "Am I far from a bus stop? I'm going home to Santa Vaca."
After the girl gave Arden directions and the cop had left, she was having a dish of ice cream when someone sat down next to her and cleared his throat.
She turned and looked and her heart began to beat faster. It was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen.
As old as Harry, perhaps, but wow! On a late movie, she had seen Ronald Coleman. This gentleman had him beat. Spare, athletic frame. Clean cut features. Kind eyes, blue and sincere. Crisp mustache, beautifully molded mouth, firm chin. And clothes that spelled "money" even to Arden.
And he was handing her a card! A card, for Christ's sake!
"Excuse me, my dear," he was saying. "I couldn't help but hear. I'm going to Santa Vaca and I hate to drive such a long distance alone."
He laid the card down in front of her.
"I'm John Sonnett," he said. "President of Sonnett and Brawley." He smiled anxiously. "I assure you, you'll be safe."
She waited until she was in his big car before she broke down. Her smile of acceptance had been a job, she could only nod because she was afraid to speak. But in the car she gave way to her feelings and began to cry.
Big, noisy wails. Like a baby. Or rather like a sixteen-year-old girl who has grown up too fast. And seen too much.
Sonnett automatically reached for her. From her face, her hands, her skin he knew she was a child. A beautiful child. Not especially sexy in that long skirt and that plaid jacket. So he took her in his arms to comfort her.
It was an electric feeling. Something happened, he didn't know how. Some hole or slit in the jacket. In any case, he found himself holding a handful of warm, silky-smooth titty, not at all little-girlish. A woman's breast. And beautiful. The girl collapsed on him, crying. "Hold me," she begged. "Please! Just hold me! I'm so scared! And I've had such a bad time!"
There was a light in the parking lot. It shone through the windshield into John Sonnett's lap. It showed Arden Smith something to give her confidence.
Under that expensive fabric, in those expensive slacks, this beautiful man had a magnificent hard-on.
He was making sympathetic noises and she thought she knew how to get his attention. In the way she wanted. Because Harry was right. What could she do to make a living? She had to have a man. A protector. That was what it amounted to.
She continued to sob, but she sat up straighter. If the man willingly let go her boob it would be discouraging. But he clung to it, pressing the big nipple between his fingers. At last he spoke.
"What happened to you, my dear?"
So, with the two bolstering factors of hard-on and tit-feel for her confidence, Arden said in a trembling voice: "I've been raped!"
And there it was. Short, but it told a lot. For him.
I'm a rum-virgin, she was saying. I'm helpless. Having been fucked, I don't deserve any kid glove treatment. Because such a nice man needs a buildup.
And then, to clinch everything, she snuggled against him and said in a little-girl voice: "Please don't hurt me. I need a friend so bad!"
They drove in silence for thirty or forty minutes. Arden sat looking straight ahead, tears drying on her cheeks. Once every few minutes, she wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue. And then in an inspired moment, she began to feign sleep.
She leaned back and jerked up. She leaned against the window and pulled back as though half asleep. And then, very slowly, she let herself droop down on John Sonnett, down the front of his jacket and shirt. And on to his lap.
It was still there. The hard-on. Not so hard as before. But it was there.
She waited for his action and soon it came. He put his hand on the jacket and found the opening. His hand slid in and there it was, warm and strong. Feeling her tit. Carefully at first. Then with genuine appreciation.
Her boobs had been getting bigger as Joe had put her through such constant fucking. And sucking. And playing. It was about a week until her period. That made them bigger and fuller and tighter. And to top it all, she had sat on a hard cock for almost two hours, ready to cum. She knew her tits were wonderful.
The motor slowed, the car swerved, there was a slight bump. "We're in a rest stop," he whispered. "You fell asleep."
Tentatively, he moved his hand and she grabbed his arm.
"No, please," she moaned, playing it all by ear. "I, uh, I guess I'm just scared and confused. It's so good to be with a kind person."
"You'll be more comfortable in the back seat," he said. "You can sleep there."
But she whimpered a little and said: "I know this is a terrible way to repay your kindness, but could you let me out at a motel? I have money. I can pay."
It didn't take long. It was a luxury spot, off the freeway. John Sonnett went in. He gave Arden's breast one last caress and whispered: "Don't be afraid." But what was so beautiful was that he had stopped behind the car and wrestled his cock to an upright position. Else he couldn't have walked. Arden grinned in the dark.
He was all solicitude when he came back. "Ifs a big room," he said. "And don't worry about paying, my company owns this place. Uh, I have a room across the hall." He seemed embarrassed. "I'm worried about you. Being, well, having that terrible thing happen, you know." His face was scarlet.
Arden leaned on him, truly glad for his strength and goodness. "Being raped," she whispered. "Oh, I'm so scared. Will it, you know, make me different? Pregnant, I mean? Can you tell. By looking, I mean. You just seem so, I don't know. Knowledgeable, is that the word?"
She was moving over to the bed and pulling him along.
"I know this is terrible," she whimpered. "But you're so nice. And I'm so scared. Would you look at me? Down there?"
What does a nice, careful man do in such a case? He did the only thing he could do. He undressed the girl, helped her get her legs apart, and brought a lamp over.
He licked his lips and unfastened his collar. Arden tried to get up and he pushed her back. "But this is terrible for you," she cried. "Oh, I'm so stupid. I didn't realize! Look!" And she pressed her hand on his hard-on. "I mustn't do this to you," she whispered. "Oh, Mr. Sonnett, please!" Somehow his fly was open, her hand inside.
She held on to his cock. It was marvelous. Long, thick, beautiful! A big drop of pre-cum fluid was in the slit. She could feel the man's heart beat. He was so nice, so different from Joe or Harry. "No! You mustn't!" he groaned.
"Please," she whispered. "I want to. I can't tell you a lie, Mr. Sonnett! I'm not a pure virgin. I was married for a while. It didn't work out. And then, well, you know. I was running away."
"And got raped," he said softly, but he moved closer to her on the bed and began to unbutton his shirt.
"I guess I'd have to say that I'm, oh, warm-natured is the word I suppose. You can believe it or not, but I was a virgin a few months ago." She was more confident. "You know, that's something I can prove," she said proudly. "If I ever have to. My family doctor in Centerville. So come on, Mr. Sonnett. Oh, that's so nice."
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.
"You've had a shock. Running away. Grabbed by some rowdies. Did they, well, were there many of them, I mean? Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Watch it, young lady! I'm only human, you know!"
She had been handling his cock with love and precision, pulling the soft skin down over the glowing tip, then back. It was really hard. Well, she meant to find out how many times this lovely man could cum in an evening. Fuck that Harry Ogden with his weirdo notions. She almost giggled in Mr. Sonnett's face, wondering what kind of story she would make tip about the clothes. It could be a weirdo husband. That could be why she'd run away. Of course.
"Will you kiss me?" she asked. "Please?" And he sank on her, breathing hard.
She wondered whether to play awkward or not but didn't have to bother. Mr. Sonnett was awkward enough. But wow, was he ever hot! And that cock! Wonderful!
Little Arden was itching for a cum, her young twat turned on, turned out. She rubbed his cockhead up and down in the sloppy channel where her own copious cunt juice had long since taken the place of Harry's drained jism. She got the first two inches of Sonnett's cock slick with her pussy oils, but he was really big. It hung up for a second. She was glad because he stopped in mid-push and said, "Oh, my dear, am I hurting you?"
It was sweet but Arden was about to pop. "Come on, Please come on, Mr. Sonnett! Oh, my, I really need you!" and she lunged up at him.
He entered her in a hard rush, that big hot cock doing the most marvelous things in her young cunt. She was tight, in spite of Joe or Harry and she was gloriously happy to have it proved. But something was lacking.
She held the nice man's head down close to hers, and made crying noises. "Oh, Mr. Sonnett," she said, "I'm probably an awful person. But my husband taught me to say bad things when I, you know, have an orgasm. When I CUM!" she cried, ready to. She pumped her ass violently. "I can't help it!" she cried. "Kiss me, please! No, fuck me! FUCK ME!" as the big explosion of compressed fuck-need roared in her cunt, feeling as if her belly would fly apart.
Her loins came up to meet his, and he was pouring cock into her as fiercely as Joe ever had. More so.
Better.
"Unh! Unh!" The man was groaning as his strong back arched and drove his long cock deep into this tender piece of pussy. She was great! So sweet!
His hands sought her breasts. When he closed his hands on them, something seemed to go from them to the warm pussy clinging so tightly to his cock. Muscles closed warmly, kissingly about him. And her wonderfully wild talk!
"Fuck me! Please, fuck! FUCK!"
Well, look, he thought proudly. I'm fucking her. And I'm not shooting all over her before I get it in!
The heat grew in his balls. This was better than when he was a kid, a young man. Better than when he and Bea first got married. And were in love, hot love. Fucking love.
He closed his mouth on Arden's, wildly happy to be eating her spit, sucking her tongue, licking her all over the inside of her mouth. He was young again. His cock felt so good, so wonderfully good! Like a bursting roman candle. His nuts were tight up against his heavy pole, although he couldn't see it or feel it. He just felt fucky. Cummy. Happy.
"Fuck me, baby!" But now it was Mr. Sonnett, his mouth to Arden's ear. He wanted to arch his neck, to suck her tits. God, he wanted to suck her cunt! "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
And Arden, cumming like a trip hammer, the beautiful orgasms building in her happy cunt, rolling out in belly spasms and orgiastic waves of bodily fireworks, fucked him.
When he began to shoot his load, groaning and yelling, when his spurts of semen filled her to overflowing, she went into a spiral of the wildest fuck-heaven she had known.
There was a giant wave of black heat that enveloped both of them. It began in their loins, inside their bodies. It pumped out in fuck-juice around the stem of John Sonnett's cock. It turned on and off in Arden's happy young pussy like a neon flasher. On, off! On, off! Then, ON, ON, ON! Until she seemed one enormous cunt, itching and cumming and pouring cunt fluids out to mingle with her lover's sperm.
"OHHHH! OHHH!" she screamed, her youthful strength sending her body smashing up to take the man's big cock in. Deeper! Deeper! "AAAAARRRGGGHHH! PLEASE, Mr. SONNETT! FUCK ME! HARD! HARD! EEEEYI! OHHHH!"
She was still pumping her body when he at last collapsed on her. Her breasts had the most warmly satisfying sense of painful fullness they had ever known. Like one hard suck would bring milk flowing out of them. The nice man's semen had pumped out as his big cock acted like a piston. It was a warm wetness in the crack of her ass. It was a tickle around the entry to her vagina. It was a sticky, cooling puddle under her warm little butt. And the man was speaking to her.
"Arden, you're beautiful," he whispered. "My dear! My dear! So sweet, so young!"
"So hot," she giggled. "I'm terrible, I guess. But if you only knew how bad it can get. For a girl. And it's just a terrible thing for a girl to, uh, go after a man. Isn't it?"
He kissed her brow, her eyelids. His voice was tender. "If you only knew, if I could only tell you, how wonderful you seem to me. So human! I hope you never change."
Without his volition, his big cock swelled and throbbed.
It created an immediate answer in the hypersensitive young cunt. A ripple of muscle, a sharp thrust up against his belly. And that made his cock throb again, even harder. "Hey," Arden said in honest awe. "You're still hard!"
Sonnett laughed happily. "You'd keep a marshmallow statue interested," he said. "Arden, I had a sort of, well, unusual thought a couple of minutes ago." He pumped into her and she enthusiastically fucked back at him. "Do you, uh, that is, did you and your husband, well," and he took all his courage in his hands. "What do you think about oral sex?"
She was quiet for a few seconds and he was afraid to look at her. And doubly afraid when she pushed him away. It was devastating. He had lost her!
But she pushed him on his back with a gentle smile on her lovely young face, and he felt a deep wave of love and gratitude for her directness.
The parted softness of her girlish butt was in the air as she lay on her elbows, smiling back at him. He felt a sharp tingle in his entire genital area. He saw the pink lining of her cunt. Some of the gluey whiteness of his seed was mixed in the wet hairs around her ass and on her cunt lips.
She opened her mouth to take the head of his cock in and went down on it with a tender ferocity. It was still a bit tender from his orgasm. When it hit the back of her throat and bent slightly to go farther past her tonsils, he wanted to cum again.
Her beautiful tits were hanging free, swaying of their own weight. He milked down on first one, then the other. To his fascinated gaze, there was a perceptible movement in the shadowed pinkness of her prick-hole, and another drop of milky semen was squeezed out. He had spoken impersonally of oral sex. What he had meant to ask, was: "May I suck your cunt?"
She was sucking him better than the best he had ever had. He had known a great deal of sex, but not enough, he thought in a burst of insight. A loving marriage that cooled but left friendship and loyalty intact. The accommodating secretary, the neglected or adventurous wife of an associate. The quietly competent whores who were, up until now, best of all.
But now, this child! With her desire to please him. And he felt a rising desire to please them both.
He took her thigh firmly in both hands and tugged until the girl, still sucking, moved to cover his face. He knew he would be swallowing his own cum.
"What the hell of it?" he said aloud in good humored realism, and patted Arden's warm rump. There was a smear of his semen and her cum-goo all along her thighs. He could smell the warm aromas of cock and cunt, and it Was wildly exciting.
"Move your knees," he ordered. "Get so you can lower your pussy down to me. To my mouth." He used his thumbs to spread her cunt wide. The sight of it turned his heart over. She might be only sixteen-plus, but she had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. "Now, try lowering your ass to my mouth," he said gaspingly, licking his lips.
She let it down as he held the fat lips open, and his first suck got him a high-smelling, rich-tasting mouthful of their collective juices. It got a sharp movement from the girl, and he knew that the suction had produced a wonderfully intense pang of fuck pain. He rooted into the wet slickness and she understood what he wanted. She carefully edged back so that he could lick around her clit.
As he did this, with cunt juice streaming over his chin, with wet cunt hair tickling his lips and nose, she hammered her face down on his cock. The constriction of her throat muscles was like the strongest and most brilliant fuck he had ever had.
He laced his hands over her back, enjoying the smoothness and warmth of her healthy young skin. Her breasts touched his belly as her head moved up and down and from side to side.
She was raising and lowering her ass rhythmically, with her cunt coming down right on his mouth. By moving his head up and down, he could suck her flowing hole on one trip and lick between the inner lips on the next. When he struck her clit, she bucked and made a groaning sound. It must have been something she liked, for it made her suck his cock harder than ever, with more love and more finesse.
He took his hands from her back and began to stroke upwards along her belly. It was soft but its muscles were evident. He stroked between her hanging breasts, loving their taut firmness. And their warm weight. Each milking pull oh her tits brought a new flurry of muscle in her twat. And a new haste in the caressing tongue around his cock. He was as nearly delirious with fuck-fever as a man can be. And his cock, in no way really depleted by his big orgasm a short time before, throbbed steadily in time to Arden's loving mouth.
His tongue went in and out of the cute little pink cunt, its entry made easy by her natural stretch and heat. His hands played along her body. Every inch of her was marvelous and sweet. It was a deep joy to feel her, to taste her, to smell her. And to see her, for she was beautiful all over.
He fucked up into her mouth, but gently. He knew she was giving him all she was capable of. And it was very good. But the best she gave him was a spirit of freedom. Of being both younger and happier.
He felt a sharp movement in her cunt. She was surely about to cum. How marvelous! There was a richer flow of her cunt nectar, and it had a stronger taste. When she came, so would he. And he would lick her cunt and ass as they had never been licked before.
There was just one brief flash of hard, keen businessman in the brain of the lover. Five or six ways to protect this girl. To keep her always. To make her life safe and secure. All of them businesslike. All of them safe and certain.
Arden sensed his gathering of forces. He was so dear, so good. Something she had never known. His cock was so marvelous! Even in her short life of love and libertinage, she had been given some learning. She knew, now, that Joe had always cheated her. That he had never given her much of himself.
A flame ran through her body as Mr. Sonnett's busy mouth sucked at her fuck-hole, among her inner lips. On her clit. She was so close to cumming! And his beautiful cock, so sweetly fucking her in the head, was part of the sensuous dream. Like I'm about to cum at both ends, Arden's young mind flashed.
Tomorrow she would tell him the exact truth about herself. Every detail. She was ashamed that she had lied even a little. But a girl had to protect herself.
Not any more. She was protected. She felt it. This lovely man, this good person.
It was a warm thought and it went with the full wave of deep heat that swept up from her clitoris, through her belly, all through her body. She couldn't scream out her joy because of this incredibly wonderful cock filling her mouth and throat. And she couldn't just let go and fall on such a good person. Besides, he was beginning to shoot his load. She nearly gagged with love and pleasure just anticipating the richness of it.
He was shouting something into her opened twat and she was so sensitive that it was hard to bear. Now she heard it.
"Arden! My dear! Suck me, suck my cock! I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU! CUM, BABY! CUM IN MY
FACE! CUM IN MY MOUTH, BABY!"
She was cumming just as hard as she could, and she was taking his long, hard shots of rich sperm into her swallowing throat. It was so hot, so slick! It fed her body, she was sure. But it also fed her soul. And her love. This time, she thought, it had been a good trade. And she knew why. She had handled it herself.