Chapter 12
After Paul had left, bursting out of Georgie's bedroom and rapidly out the door. Harry walked to the room and hesitated.
"Georgie?"
There was no answer. He came cautiously into the darkened room. She was curled tightly in the fetal position on the bed, her arms hugging her knees to her chest. A small mound of silk or something soft-her dress?-was crumpled on the floor.
She had a pillow at her back, and covers on her feet. She seemed to be asleep.
Uneasy, Harry lifted one end of the stuff. Her dress it was, torn, raggedly. What had happened?
"Are you asleep?"
No answer.
Maybe they had fucked and she was content now. Maybe she wanted no part of him now, or she was asleep. But Paul had run out too hastily for the experience they shared to have been pleasant.
He turned to go. This did not seem to be the place to be now.
"Harry?"
He stopped.
"Yes?"
"Come here, please." She sounded about to cry.
"Is anything wrong?" He was standing next to the bed, afraid to touch her. "Harry . ... "
"Are you all right? Did he hurt you?"
"No. But come here, please. Hold me, fuck me, Please."
"Oh, Georgie."
She laughed a little through the sobbing sounds.
"Take off your clothes, boy, and get in this bed."
He smiled, snorted.
"You telling me what to do, woman?"
"Yeah."
"What you want me to do, woman."
"Fuck me, please, fuck me."
"Yeaah?"
"Yes, hard, hard as you can. Wipe out the whole memory of him, please."
"I don't know if I can, baby."
"You can. You can."
"But what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it. But I'm getting a divorce, and he's not going to contest it."
"A divorce?"
"Yes." She started to sit up on the bed; her hair was tangled crazily. In her pale face, her eyes seemed to burn. "Please, Harry, please come here."
He leaned over and kissed her, softly on the lips, without any attempt at Frenching her. Pulling away, he smiled at her. She watched him take off his shirt, toss his jeans away, and step out of his sandals.
As she watched, his prick throbbed at quick intervals. He looked at her suddenly, and blushed; she creamed. Harry was a strange, self-contained fellow. Though he said little, he thought a great deal, and acted with great decisiveness.
Sometimes she wished she were twenty years younger. She'd capture this boy, his lovely cock and the good, healing way he had of loving her or making love to her. Whether it was "Love" or not didn't matter: they came together joyously in bed, and managed to be friendly to each other at other times.
And the immediate problem was that his long cock was lengthening and that she was creaming with the very thought of him.
He was kissing her again, this time with his tongue between her teeth. She cut the progress of his tongue short with her teeth, but only to let her teeth scratch at his thick tongue.
Slowly he was pushing her down, with his mouth on hers. His hands had found her breasts and he pushed with his body at her pelvis. Slowly they moved to a prone position.
Then, with a rush, the two fell; immediately Georgie started teasing his cock with the thrust of her hips. In response, his dick grew, throbbing.
She felt a smiling, glad feeling he was here. She was going to be properly fucked! Her thrusting hips were working easily, and his hips began to answer.
When he pulled his hips away, she knew what would happen. She let her ass drop to the bed; .he pulled his body back until his cock was positioned near her cunt. For a moment, he held. Then he began to push, letting the head fight the hard areas around her lips, until she rose up a little.
With a surprising suddenness, his cock slipped between the lips and into her slippery cunt. She gasped, muttering "oh, nice," and brought her hips up closer to his body to take as much of his cock as she could. Almost immediately he began the pull to bring his cock out of her. Halfway out, he pushed back in.
He kept his movements slow, so that she could match them easily. When he pulled his cock to the very head, she was also pulling away from him. When he pushed his cock into her, she was pushing too. That way, the push was a sudden, surprising rush of feeling.
Sweat had already broken out on her body, like a fine mist. He was hot with the effort of fucking her. The wetness on both of them was making it easier to slide towards and away from each other.
With his hands still on her tits, he massaged the weight he held. Her hands had found his ass when they fell back to the bed. One finger was sliding along the crack of his ass, probing a little, as if looking for the hole. The other hand, palm down, traced the line of his ass, over and over again.
When he clenched to push into her, her hand followed the tight muscles. When his ass relaxed, her hand stroked the full globe of flesh and muscle.
His head was fitted into the small hollow between her twisted head and the smooth white shoulder. Occasionally she moved her head a little, away from his, then towards his. As she moved, she moaned a little, with the effort of returning his thrusts.
His face was buried in her hair, the fragrant strands beginning to tangle. The hot breath he was letting go in quick gasps was brushing her hairline, where the hair was spread away from her head.
His cock, sliding in and out of her, was heating; the heat of their bodies combined and warmed the juices they were putting out. v
She was wet, from cunt to belly, to the slick globes of her ass. The slickness was coming off on him, wetting his belly and his thighs. She moved her hands away from his ass and reached from under her legs to run a finger along the wet of his body. She traced the shape of his balls with that finger, feeling the smoothness of the case that had been so wrinkled and baggy.
Slow twitches ran through her cunt, unexpectedly catching his prick as it moved the length of her. She was building towards a climax. It was taking a long time, a long, long time, but the thrusting of his cock had removed all the ugly memory of Paul's cold fucking from her mind. She would remember it later, but the warmth of Harry's long, swollen cock was erasing the hurt from her cunt.
Where before she had been stiff, fearful, hurting, now she was relaxed, eager.
He could not know what she thought, but the immediate response of her body to each of his invasions was driving him crazy. Her need and very evident pleasure made his cock hot, pounding more fiercely into her, pushing to her womb. The usually hard obstruction had opened a little, the resistance of her body relaxing. She was letting him in, taking all of him into her, as far as he could push.
When she tightened, and climaxed, there was a rush of come from her body that coated his prick. The clenching ring around the entry to her cunt was tight, squeezing his prick as it moved. The climax slowed him a little, and for a moment his passion stilled. Then, without warning, he felt the load of his sperm rising in his cock. It exploded into the soaked recesses of her cunt.
They had talked for hours on end. He wasn't sure what they had said all this time. There was an occasionally quiet period when they were going to both speak at the same time, and both stopped. They would think then refuel in silence.
For a while they had talked about Paul, her husband, and she had told him some of the bad things that had happened between them.
He had started thinking now about the girl, Donna, who was considered liis girl. They saw each other twice a week, maybe more, in the evenings and often at school during the day. She was a sweet girl, with a soft face and completely innocent manner. His parents loved her, considering him properly developing. If he kept seeing girls like this, he would surely marry. Perhaps he wouldn't even finish school right away, they thought.
Donna was the kind of girl who would work during the time it took hin to finish college. They would keep paying for his tuition, of course, but that way he would settle quickly. Married men weren't radicals, in their experience. Worrying about a rounded wife and a possible baby would make anyone conservative, they'd found.
Even Harry's father liked the girl. While she was not that shapely, sexy kind of girl who would be extremely exciting in bed, she was good-looking enough, with small round breasts. Her ass was generous, but firm. Her long legs were nicely rounded. They played a lot of tennis-Harry and Donna-and she was strongly muscled.
She would be a good girl to marry, Harry's father thought. If Harry wanted exciting girls, well, there were enough lovely bitches around. He would wander a bit, for sure, and girls like Donna seemed to make better wives.
And when Harry got bigger, filled out a little and began to slow with age, then he would be glad of an undemanding wife. Harry was bright enough that he'd manage to make enough money to keep a wife happy.
His parents told Harry these things, though his father made disguised comments about the bed-ability of Donna, and the suitability of certain mistresses.
But they never realized what it was that drew Harry to Donna. They ignored her gentle intelligence, her mildly sharp humor and her sexuality.
While she would not let Harry fuck her, Donna was willing to go down on him, or let him go down on her as often as possible.
She had a small, pungent cunt. Every time he ate her she was good-tasting, clean-smelling. Despite exercise, heat, and hours together, she seemed fresh.
They usually found a parking lot somewhere near the end of their date, and pulled into the middle of it. No one could approach them that way, without some kind of warning. And usually, since they stretched out on the back seat when there was no one within range, it seemed unlikely anyone would investigate the empty-seeming car in the middle of a darkened parking lot towards the middle of the night.
They took up the 69 position automatically; Donna would take his limp prick in hand and squeeze it with her hands until his prick gave an answering throb. Then she took it into her mouth, nibbling on the head, while she stroked the base with her fingers.
Harry would wait, letting his prick grow, before he touched her. As he watched, her lips would go from their normal pink to a deeper, rose pink. A small trickle of sticky fluid would come from her pussy, smelling like flowers in a vague way.
He breathed deeply, letting the scent of her intoxicate him, before plunging in with his tongue between those swollen lips. When he first entered her, she would gush forth fluid, and moan a little as the fluid was sucked up by his lips.
Her hand would grip his cock more tightly and her mouth pulled more tightly on the throbbing head. They were so practiced that it was only a matter of minutes before he was thrusting carefully into her mouth, her hands on his ass with the head of his cock banging against the side of her mouth or part of her throat.
He would put his whole mouth on her and suck as much fluid as he could from her and dart his tongue into her cunt until she trust her whole cunt on his face and ground into him in climax.
Inevitably, the feel of this writhing female would bring him to orgasm.
Sometimes they would stay there, partially dressed, breathing heavily, until they got the urge again. Sometimes Harry would start first, bringing his nose near her for a sniff, then biting her softly all over thighs and cunt.
But more often, Donna would hold his prick so tightly and so unexpectedly that he would build a hard, thickened cock before he had realized it. And she would lick, and tongue and tease him, all over the balls and down to the thick cord that kept his balls close to his body.
She hesitated to lick further, towards his ass-hole, but occasionally she would begin to; he tensed with the thought of it, but relaxed a little when she stopped. He was afraid of her tonguing him there, in his ass-hole, for some reason. It seemed like something that homosexuals did and he was afraid of being a homosexual, or of even thinking of the act.
Then, realizing the time, they would straighten themselves carefully and climb back into the front seat. Harry always got her home on time.
Donna's parents thought that an encouraging sign: Harry respected them, as well as their daughter.
At other times, very rarely, they would park somewhere nearer the street, when passion overtook them, and sit close, necking, and feeling each other quickly, furtively. Harry had hefted Donna's small, but substantial breasts many times, but he had never seen them, or kissed them.
If they felt that no one would watch, or could see them, they would fondle each other's genitals. Donna enjoyed finger-fucking, but she felt guilty about doing it. Harry dismissed her complaints by telling her that at least she knew she wouldn't get pregnant. And she would beat him off.
With her thickish, quick finger, she ran her hand up and down his cock; sometimes, after he had brought her to a stifled, jerky climax, she would go down on him, there, while he watched the world just outside the windshield, trying not to give away the knowledge that a girl was sucking his dick.
Even when it was dark, and there was little chance that anyone would come by, he was careful to hold the feelings deep inside him. It seemed to build the climax more that way.
God! All of the talk that his family, and hers, had made of them ... he wondered if they were really serious about marriage. He didn't want to get married. Looking at his parents, at most kids' parents, he decided that marriage was the furthest thing from his mind.
And if Georgie, whom he trusted more than his parents and teachers and all authority put together, could show him how badly a marriage could end, well, he didn't think he wanted anything to do with the institution.
Still, knowing that he would have a wife, someone to cook for him and to care for him, and someone to care about, to come home to-it was appealing.
There would never be anyone like Georgie, though, and he would never marry Georgie.
Now he and Georgie were kissing, unexpectedly, Frenching furiously, with an unexpected passion. She was moaning, and moving in his arms, pushing her tits against him, bringing the bush of her pussy near his own curly bush, and again teasing his cock.
His cock responded, of course, throbbing and filling with blood, turning from brightly soft warm brown to a dullish purple, red, with large veins curling up around it to the head.
He mouthed her tit, taking the tip of it and sucking on it as he might nurse if he were a baby. Holding her, he nuzzled his face in the cleavage between her tits, and rammed his growing cock against her mound of venus.
She wriggled more and more against him, moving against him carefully, to excite him. He handled her cunt, playing with her clitoris.
After a minute he brought his cock to her cunt and proceeded to fuck her. Between his hand, and her excitement and the rhythmic ramming of his prick, it only took a few minutes before she came, and he followed her almost immediately.
Her come flowed out of her as he pulled his prick away. On impulse he went down on her, licking up the juices as they dribbled from between the scarlet lips of her cunt.
She lay still and breathed carefully, then, to his surprise, climaxed abruptly and flooded his mouth with more come.