Chapter 4
She had been half awake when he began to touch her. Still, the touch of his mouth on her cunt was surprising. He began with her there when they had been apart for a while or when he wanted her particularly. Last night when he had first come in he had eaten her as he talked to her; it was a way he had of winding down.
One of the reasons I like you, Harry, she thought.
This kid! God, he had been a pickup like dozens of others; before and since yet something kept him coming back. Every time, too, he called, she said, "Yes, come over." A few times she had sent boys home with the peevish admonisliment that she was tired.
He came in at times like these tired, but keyed up and talkative in strange, almost nonsensical ways. He thought of some really odd things, if their talks were in any way an indication of what he thought about
Now he said nothing. But of course, he thought she was asleep. She didn't have to pretend with him. When he looked up and saw her awake, he merely smiled.
Harry seemed to expect nothing from her, in bed, as if he knew that he could get what he wanted one way or another. He tried to please her in whatever ways she could be pleased. And he knew, somehow, that he would be pleased.
Georgie stopped all thought for a minute to let the tongue which was deep in her cunt, wriggling, telegraph its message. Damn, he was really very good. His teeth or lips were somehow on her clit, applying more pressure than she would have thought comfortable, but pushing because of his tongue. That tongue, which darted like some reptile through grass, licked and probed her.
He had a finger up her ass-hole, too. That was something she had had to talk him into. He simply couldn't see the pleasure in that at all. Then one day he had lain still and calm while she probed him with her finger, and pushed at that one spot where the walls inside were thin and all the muscles joined. The surprise of her finger had brought him oft in her mouth. Laughing, they talked about it later.
She could see his cock hot, turning deeper red as his passion mounted. His was a long, fine tool, with small veins running down one side of it that were particularly prominent. He was as hard, as fully hard as he would be this time. The skin of his cock was smooth and taut. A place near the ridge of skin which began the head was mottly.
A small dribble of come lay on the head. It must have bubbled out as he worked his mouth on her. Touching it with a whimsical finger, she spread the fluid over the head of his cock, making it twitch with excitement.
Smiling, she caught the prick in her hand. By reaching with the longest finger she could smooth the fluid over the head of his dick and down, down the long, hot tool. At the same time her fingers still free managed to squeeze him, gently.
He was fully hard, so she thought; but the skin of his cock was stretching more, more and thinner; his meat seemed less contained, more something that was of him, in him, a part of him that could be extended into her.
Now she would take him into her mouth, slowly. The head first. Nibbling, licking, she teased the head, as though tempting a long thin creature who might be persuaded to follow her, if the head thought it all quite reasonable.
The fluid from his dick had a strange taste to it, something different from his usual flavor. This happened rather frequently, she had found, in her long experience with this kind of thing. He must have been sitting up all this time, not sleeping.
She had the head in her mouth and was sucking lightly on it. With one hand she cradled his balls and moved them with the play of her fingers. The other hand still squeezed his prick in careful tempo. His hips moved in a slow, slow rhythm.
Then he moved away, suddenly, and his head was gone from between her legs.
"I want to fuck you, Georgie. Let me fuck you."
His voice was low, fierce, intense. She looked at him startled.
"Well, come on, then."
He moved his legs around and brought his face near hers. His face was calm for some reason, and only a slight flare to his nostrils and a fine beading of sweat betrayed his passion. After looking at her a moment he reached to the floor and brought up the pillows and bedcovers that had fallen.
"Lift your ass, Georgie. Come on, sweet." Obediently she reared up from the bed. He slipped the pillows behind her and pushed them carefully to bring her to a high angle. A mental image of the dick she had just been sucking flashed through her mind. Now it arched from his big patch of dark hair that when he bent to kiss her tit-teasing the tip, mouthing the nipple the way she had teased his dick-it swung down to brush against her thighs.
She ached to have him in her, feel the huge dick that brushed against his belly and hers, deep in her. Arching her back, she tried to take the nipple from him, but he only sucked harder, using his teeth to ring the nipple.
Bending her back again, this time extending the motion into her ass and her cunt, she first moved away from him, then near again.
"Hey" he said. "Hey, Georgie!" There was the edge of surprise to his voice; he had taken his mouth off the nipple to stare into her eyes. They watched each other a minute, assessing the face before them.
Again she wriggled her body, bringing it up harder this time, so that his cock was squeezed by her flesh. His hands were on her waist, holding her and supporting a little of his weight. He must be kneeling over her, though, since he was light and easy to buck...
The buck this time brought back an answering slam from his body.
"So that's what you want, eh?"
His hands came away from her waist and leaned on the bed near her shoulders. He moved his hips back so that the hot wet head of his dick trailed on her round belly and slipped on the pillow. This time when she bucked he slammed that prick into her, slipping easily into her long wet hole.
Georgie moaned, and her skin crawled. She tossed her head to the side and closed her eyes.
"Do you know," Harry was saying, "you're the only woman I've ever fucked, Georgie." He was moving into her with an easy, slow motion. How much her cunt wanted him! She tried to move with him but felt suddenly awkward and lost.
"I've fucked little girls, and funny little females who were women in years, but you're old enough to have mothered me, to have brought me into the world. This could be incest, but we aren't blood-related. You're a woman, a feeling, thinking, moving, good-looking, hell!" He paused a minute, then went on. "You're beautiful, Georgie," he said.
In that light, with her body falling away from his from the point of their union, he wanted her more than he had ever wanted her. But he wanted to fuck her slow and easy. He wanted to taste this fuck, he wanted the desire to build in him until he went insane.
The passion he had felt before, even the intense feeling for her, seemed like small segments of practice for this great building feeling. And it was only the beginning.
He could tell that he would be able to move his cock in this lazy motion of in and out, up and in for as long as he liked. Now he wasn't fucking for release, but for the pure pleasure of it.
"It feels good to fuck you, Georgie. It feels so good just to be inside you, to move my cock in your cunt-that god-awful good sweet cunt of yours."
Georgie said nothing. She wasn't thinking or trying to answer anything at the moment. She was feeling him, really feeling the movement of his cock between the wet lips of her cunt. She felt him travel the length of her and be blunted by her womb.
Everything else was lost. Her arms were limp and lost in the maze of bedclothes; her body tilted away from her cunt, falling easily to both sides. Although her eyes were half open, she wasn't watching anything, just slowing, absorbing the haze of color and light that passed before her eyes. With her head turned away, her neck was offered to him. The hair, swept away from it across the bed, was another crazy pattern of light and dark.
She felt warm and good, with his cock so much a part of her she had almost forgotten he was a separate being. His hands, traveling her breast slowly, evenly, were some sort of extension of herself, moving just where they needed to move.
The movements she made in response to his even thrust into her were effortlessly dictated by the beat their two bodies had set up. Two bodies! She didn't know where she ended and where he began. She felt able to ball him now and forever, always effortless.
As he pushed into her she anticipated each feeling the moment before it crept across the nerves and the muscles to shoot more warmth into her veins and across her skin.
She felt the light in front of her changing, growing warmer and more golden, and her body felt glowing and yellow with the light. His cock kept thrusting into her, pounding the beat of this strange dance they were engaged in and she kept answering him, lost in the strange rhythms.
His whole body felt as though it were on fire; the blood in him racing and pounding, the heat he emanated slithered off his body in rivers of white heat, sheets of sweat.
Now the need in him to keep fucking her, moving his cock in her cunt so this fire would be maintained, was edged with desperation. If he shot off, if he came now, the fire would fade, the passion would slip and they would cool, becoming too damp, somewhat irritated with each other.
"No. No." Was it his voice? No, she was moaning and twisting on the bed, trying to say something, but only that syllable emerging. Oh, God! the thought shot through him: Was she going to come? She had never before moved like this under him, never moaned so much. Now she was lost, writhing, unintelligible; like an animal in pain.
He pushed harder, faster, in a passionate, mindless fury to keep her moving and crying out beneath him. The sweat came off him hard and made him slick; so he brought his body down on her, his chest heavy against her full-blown tits.
She felt the ache in her building and there was nothing she could do about it.
He was dull with the effort of holding himself back.
As Georgie moved and pushed at him, she let her mind roam free. She thought of the hundreds of times she had watched his face as the light crossed it while he slept, or as the darkness disappeared when one of them snapped on the light, or . ...
One time he had taken her ass in his hands, cupping them and holding the twin orbs of soft flesh as gently as he might cup her head. She was flat on her back, with her legs pulled back, the knees near her chest. Her hands were playing with the tangles in his hair and she had been talking to him softly.
With great care he had licked the soft, spread lips of her cunt, and worked its way onto the moist small hill of her clit. Someone had slammed a door elsewhere in the house and his head came up suddenly.
She had lifted her head from the mattress and looked at him, startled. Memory of his face, at that moment, was one of the moments she cherished. He had been wide-eyed, tensing, with his mouth soft and open, wet with her love-syrup; before he resumed his task, he had licked his upper lip slowly and smiled at her.
Now she could not see his face. Her lashes were dimming her vision with the heavy overlay of sweat pouring from her. Her hands were gripping his back, holding his as tightly as she could. Her legs were wrapped around him, helping to keep him closer and giving her leverage to push back at him. She was so aware of the bulk of him, of his slick, sweet cock, and of the building warmth-warmer than ever before, in her cunt.
'Oh, Georgie, Georgie, I ... " He took in a huge gulp of air, and began to speak again, but she missed his words. With one shattering, convulsive snap of her spine she climaxed, silently.
As she felt the sensations fade a bit he began to laugh, and came into her. Smiling, she gripped him hard in a hug that used her whole body, then began to laugh too.
They fell away from each other, laughing. It took them a minute to get some breath, then the laughter built again.
"Damn, Georgie, that was beautiful!" he said, and began to laugh again.
"Nothing like that has ever happened to me before," she said. "Nothing."
"You were insane," he said. "Absolutely out of your mind, woman."
"Cock-crazed," she said, in a break from the laughter, He nodded, unable to say anything. Suddenly she was silent.
"I came, Harry. I came just a minute ago."
He sobered immediately. His hand touched her hair, and he brought her close to him.
"I know, Georgie, I know. I'm so glad."
They had forgotten the difference in their ages, in their generations. They had ceased to exist as socially governed creatures. He and she were lovers, and she needed comfort. Holding her close, he rocked her.
Georgie was crying.