Chapter 6
"I heard you got a little from the good-looking girl next door, Card."
The words were from Ella Sims, his violin instructor, the young bouncy redhead. They were in a motel room at Beach Haven. Ella wouldn't fuck 'at home.' She had been the most reluctant of the group to set up a studio in Seaside, with Ella pretending to be Freddi's wife.
Ella was a runaway, from a wealthy family that none of her associates knew about. She played beautifully, and had obviously been given lessons by some important instructor. But it appeared that her family had cut off the money supply; she'd been actually hungry when she'd answered Carl's ad in San Francisco.
"Well, now, how did you find that out, young stuff?" he grinned. She was barely twenty, a bit scatterbrained. She'd had some college education; the marks were generally visible.
"I'm not that dumb," Ella giggled, resting on the bed in shorts and halter. "Is she good humping?"
"Not bad," he grinned. Ordinarily he didn't talk about any girl to another girl, and wished he hadn't now. "Let's see what you can do, Ella. Have you been hard up lately?"
"Yes!" she purred, squirming her lush, rounded body. She had sensational tits, a tiny waist and fullish hips and legs. Cute. And she fucked like a mink.
He got in her about twice a month, which seemed to satisfy her needs. She loved to have her cunt sucked, a chore he liked extremely well.
"All you have to do is ask, pretty baby." He stood by the bed and removed his shirt. She giggled, unfastening her well-filled halter. Her large, firm pink-nippled tits billowed out, and she arched them at him.
"Super fine boobs," he grinned.
"I know you're a tit man," she giggled. "Don't you find Freddi's little knockers disappointing?"
"Hey let's talk about you, Ella," he said, unfastening his slacks. On the drive down they had fooled around a little, and he had half a hard-on already. Her big, hard breasts were enough to get any man up.
She smiled and slid her shorts away, revealing very sheer bikini panties. They hadn't stopped at a cocktail lounge, she didn't care for drinking. In his briefs, he slipped down on the bed at her right . . .
Ella stared at the big tent in Carl's shorts and knew why she was still going along with the music teaching drill. His big lovely cock! She had re-established relations with her family, at Oakland, done by pay phone when she was down town. Her parents wanted her to return home, natch.
She did miss the big mansion, the servants, the easy life. Her father Harold had made it big in the wholesale hardware business, and she was an only child. She'd be crazy to keep her parents sore at her for very long. She'd been a late child. In fifteen years or less should be very well off indeed.
But she did enjoy teaching . . . and Carl's huge prick.
Ella slid her left hand inside Carl's shorts and gripped his hunk of meat. God! Her cunt was already well juiced, and when he explored inside her bikini panties she shuddered, hunching up at his hand.
"That feels real good," he murmured, leaning above her, his mouth lowering toward her tits.
"This cock of yours feels better!" she breathed, squeezing it, caressing it. Actually, she'd had very little bed experience. Daughters of wealthy parents didn't get as much fucking as lots of people believed. Certain behavior had to be followed, which was one reason why she'd run away and joined a half-baked 'commune' near San Francisco.
When she learned that some Big Daddy got a crack at all the new young pussies, she split and went into a kind of 'halfway house' in downtown San Francisco, where she had waited tables for her bed and board. She had been foolish enough to leave home with very little money. Her father had immediately closed down all her previous sources of ready cash.
His theory that if she got hungry she would come back home had damn near worked! Then she had answered Carl's ad.
Ella and Carl removed their last garments, and he started fondling her cunt in earnest. He was lipping her tender pink nipples and she was still playing with his prick. Two guys who had fucked her before Carl hadn't had half his prick! And she hadn't climaxed with either guy.
Carl had banged her so good that first fuck it was like he had plucked her cherry. She had gone off five wonderful bang-bangs. A girl remembers who she climaxed with the very first time.
As his clever finger slipped into her tingling cunt, she moaned with joy! Why was it that when she pushed her own finger in her snatch, almost nothing happened? Even when she was turned on. Probably something to do with the aroma of a man, the 'vibes,' the need for real prick instead of maybe an imitation cock.
Yes, she had tried a dildo, at the halfway house. Very disappointing! One of the other girls there had offered to 'assist' her, but she at least hadn't fucked one of her own sex--yet. She had to admit she was curious! Her sheltered life at home had not included screwing a maid!
Secretly, she wondered how Freddi would be. Acting as 'his' wife had started her mind turning in that direction. Some chicks loved both, cock and pussy. At the big Holt house, Ella and Freddi had their own rooms, of course. The sham was perpetrated when necessary. Freddi got her fair share of Carl's prick.
"Ohhhh, that's good!" Ella giggled, as he stroked his play finger in and out of her juicy cunt. On the in-glides he let his thumb strike her clit. Although "her little hot button was small, it was extremely sensitive. It had been the center of her sexual release all through her teens, and still was when she needed a quickie and no one else was around.
Carl had shown her that there were zones inside her cunt that were more voluptuously responsive even than her clitty. Her urethra, for one. She had never touched it during masturbation! Then there was that far-in spot, at the depths of her cunt, where magical things happened. Ohhhhh, yes indeed!
"Are you going to eat me, stud?" she giggled.
"Wouldn't miss that, baby!" he said.
"Oh, but don't stop- this!" she breathed, feeling herself drift closer and closer to her orgasm.
He sucked her left nipple, he stroked his finger faster, and suddenly she was having her fun! Twinge after sugary twinge raked her loins! Her clit pulsed, her legs quivered and she cried out.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!"
"That's the way to come, baby!" he murmured around one tender stiff pink nipple. "Shoot it right at my cock!"
She was holding his prick, and that seemed to make her climax all the better! He was filthy-mouthed, but what could she say? She loved it! Her cunt twitched in aftermath, and she softened, thrusting up at his experienced finger.
"Beast!" she giggled. "Such awful words!"
"You love the word 'fuck' just as much as I do," he murmured, gently thumb-rolling her clit.
"All right, all right!" she giggled. "Now do you eat me?"
He grinned, let go of her pussy, and moved down between her eagerly opened thighs. His hands slid beneath her ass, he lowered his head to her crotch. His kisses, on her belly and at the furry top- of her slit, gave her delightful thrills.
She adored being young and sexy enough to be called 'table pussy.' Not that older people didn't enjoy oral. She knew he preferred the young stuff, young and tender. Like that Marci Evans. What a nice, plump bundle of enticing girl. Ella realized she would have no problem enjoying sex with Marci.
Now Carl was kissing up and down her puffy cunt crevice. Ohhh! His tongue flicked in, he began sipping her pussy dew. Lovely! His tongue dived. Her crotch curled higher, she gripped her tits and shook with feverish anticipation.
"Ohhhh, that's goooood!" she whispered, as he stroked his tongue deeper into her quaking cunt. His hands on her ass were kneading slightly, giving her added sensations. He didn't rush her. He began to daily with her lust. The stings of pleasure were just too delicious!
She missed holding his prick! But he liked it when she cuddled her own tits. Slowly he inched her toward her next orgasm! And just as he lipped her clit and started her on her fun trip, he drew his hands from under her butt, reared forward and drove his monster cock deep into her cunt!
She shouted! Her climax thundered through her pelvis! The stinging nuances answered a furious craving inside her; she cried out again as a new wave of passion gripped her loins and throbbed her achy clitoris . . .
Carl grinned as the young redhead went off around his cock. Yeahhhhh. She was better each time he humped her. A multiple this time. He pinned her plump ass to the bed and felt the rippling of her after-fun touch her body. Her legs dropped, she shivered and looked up at him.
"Ohhhh, you sure got me off hard that time, Carl!"
"That's what we want, isn't it?" he murmured.
"Yesss!" she breathed. An idea began to form in her mind. Not a totally new one, but she felt like bringing it up. "How would you like to clear out of here, with me, honey? I have funds."
His cock tensed. The suggestion interested him, at least.
"Funds?" he asked, slyly.
"My daddy has a lot of it," she purred. "He could fix you up with a terrific position in his company."
He lifted up and drew his prick out of her juicy cunt. He settled back down at her right, fitting his hand on her pussy.
"Ella, let's go over this one more time, huh? You were down on your ass in San Francisco."
"I was. But I made things up with my family. Honest! You're the only reason I'm sticking around. You and this!" she reached down and gripped his still rigid prick.
"I'll be damned," he grinned, squeezing her cunt. "What's your father into?"
She named the hardware company and he uttered another quick, "I'll be damned."
"Well?" she cooed, fondling his cock.
"Let me think about this, baby," he said.
"Sure," she said. "Check it out, too. I know you like the setup here, at Seaside. Lots of pussy. But having a music studio is not where the real money is, honey."
He nodded. "Little Miss Rich Panties, huh?"
"I can't help it if Daddy has lots of it," she giggled. "He and Mom are so glad I called and want to come back they would do almost anything for me."
He chuckled. "Now what about giving me a good top-fuck?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" she giggled . . .
Carl watched the young, sexy redhead climb up for her top-ride, his mind working overtime. Sonofabitch! He would indeed check things out. Divorcing Dotty would be no great problem. If Ella could handle a big position in Daddy's company, why the hell not go for it? Many careers had started through the enticements of a sexy daughter of a rich man.
She fit her puffed-out cunt around his prickhead and eased her hips downward. Her plump thighs spread, her fine big tits arched forward, and an expression of pure rapture touched her face. This young foxy redhead loved his cock. If the situation in his house was different she'd probably want cock more often.
"Ohhhhh, that's super!" she breathed, ramming his meat to the depths of her shivery cunt.
"Gooood pussy!" he grinned, flexing his cock. He was not pulling her tit, either. She had a twat that fit very snugly around his prick. Slowly she began to fuck.
She had a fine, natural thrusting movement. Some girls certainly did not. Others came by it naturally.
He cupped her breasts and teased her cute pink nipples.
"Oh, I love this!" she breathed, slowing her hunches.
"Feels damn good!" he said.
"Just wait till I come, stud," she giggled. "I know, you come real hard, Ella."
She played it along a while, bouncing and weaving and arching her tits. She was having her fun, the kind girls could get only with a stiff, live prick. He watched with lively interest. There weren't many things in life equal to seeing a passionate girl get her fun gun off.
Again she tried to hold back, but she had gone too far. She shuddered, her pretty face contorted, and she stroked her butt very swiftly.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she cried loudly. "Ohhhhh, damn!"
"Come' big and hard, baby!" he growled, tensing his cock.
Her ass flew, her soft thighs pressed in against his sides. She slowed her thrusts, panting and shivering. Her tight little cunt twitched delectably. He cuddled her swollen tits while she drank in the aftermath tingles. He wasn't nearly ready to get off. He wanted to treat her right just in case her story was true. Maybe she had a real setup for him.
"You're so nice to me, stud!" she cooed, resting.
He had to smile when he remembered Marci. Poor Helen, boxing her cunt and eavesdropping outside the motel window. Maybe he should give her a fuck. Cunts her age were lucky to get any prick at all. Young stuff was everywhere. The last time he had walked down town a young blonde clerk in the drug store had given him the old come-on. Men had a big advantage regarding age. A real stud could pick them off from eighteen to as old as he cared to go.
Girls were very restricted. Past thirty, most of them were out of it. Unless they had a lot of money!
"Want another one up there?" he grinned, squeezing her tits:
"Of course!" she bubbled. "When are you going to squirt me?"
"After I've popped your little gun about a dozen times," he grinned.
"Oh, I can't come that many times!" she giggled . . .
Ella sighed and started hunching. The connection was turning very juicy. The squish of flesh on flesh, as her drip leaked down on his balls, sounded so delightful! How he could hold back so long she didn't know. She'd had less experience than most chicks her age. But she was not going to knock her good fortune!
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rest. Her tits were so full and tender when she was turned on like this. He loved her boobs. He was a tit man from away back. In her younger years she hadn't gotten her boobs into her fun program. Sure, guys liked to stare at them, they were very sexy, but there had been very little feeling in them.
Gradually, when she masturbated, she had started playing with them. Her nipples turned hard when she climaxed, and eventually the cones became more sensitive. And a lot more fun!
Suddenly she knew Carl was going to climax! His big cock tensed, his face twisted, he squeezed her breasts very hard. OH, this was what she'd waited for! There was simply nothing like feeling a guy get his gun off in her cunt!
Her own passion climbed dramatically. She began to stroke faster, faster. His hips curved upward, he groaned.
"Come off in my cunt, stud!" she cried. Give him some of his own medicine! "My pussy is getting its goodies again! Ohhhh, ohhhhh, here it comes!"
"Ughhhhh!" he cried out. "Yeahhhh! Ohhhh, fuuuuck!"
As the honeyed twinges of delight pounded in her crotch, she cried out fiercely again! It was real gooood! Every time with him seemed better. The hard throb of his prick in her tender, twitching cunt sent furious thrills all through her body! She didn't see how a piece of ass could be any sweeter!
I know I can get him a fine job with my father's big company, she thought. We could have a nice home, and get all of this exciting stuff any time! I've just got to have him! I guess I wouldn't care if he got some on the side. Girls are after him all the time. Ohhhh, ohhhh, it's so wonderful . . .