Chapter 4
The Girl from Mexico
"If anyone had told me a few years back that I'd wind up, in my fifties, married to a kid not yet twenty, I'd have laughed myself sick. Because, you see, till then I'd never fooled around, never even looked to have an affair. Don't get me wrong. I'm not paralyzed from the waist down. I've been known to stare at a good-looking young waitress in a restaurant, and once in a while I even developed a hard on just sitting in my office and watching the cute girls in the typing pool. I mean a man'd have to be dead not to react to a lovely pair of legs in a miniskirt, a beautiful pair of breasts and some good perfume.
"But that didn't make me a rake. That didn't mean I was out getting laid night after night like some guys I know. In any big office like mine where there are lots of middle-aged executives who can make up good excuses for their fooling around-'Honey, I got a late meeting of the department staff tonight,' or 'There's a new client in from Minneapolis, so I won't get back till midnight.' Man, they really fool around. I know two guys pretty high up in sales who screw everything that moves in the office. They spend a fortune trying to lay young pussy. But like I said I was not in that category. I was married to a very nice woman a couple of years younger than I. I had met Maureen in college, and we were married a month after we graduated.
"Along the way there were three kids, several houses, and some interesting trips. We went to Hawaii and Mexico, and even once all the way to Europe. I like traveling very much and so did Maureen, and we just packed up the kids and went. I was doing well in the job department too. The raises came regularly, and the promotions. All in all, I had nothing to kick about. We had a good marriage, and if my sex life wasn't perfect, it was close enough to suit me.
"I liked sex and lots of it. In the beginning, when Maureen and I were first married, we went to bed every night. It was almost automatic. We'd get into bed and listen to our favorite radio shows ... the comedy hours, or sometimes dramatic shows ... and, before long, my hand would stray over to her breasts and play with her nipples. Then her fingers would move over to my cock, and it would nearly jump out of my pajama bottoms. After ten minutes of fooling around, her pussy would feel like a sponge that had soaked up warm water, and I knew she was aching to get laid.
"Five minutes more and I'd have my cock inside her, and she would be moaning so loud, she drowned out the radio comics entirely. The sex was hot and sweet in those days, and I couldn't wait to get home from the office. In fact, I used to think about it a lot during the day.
"Maureen had a gorgeous body-long shapely legs, and a beautiful can. I'd have daydreams of how great she looked in the nude, and I'd keep staring at the clock, hoping it would get on to five-thirty so I could shoot on home and get into her.
"Well, this lasted till we had the third kid. After that, we slowed down a great deal. She was busy with raising children, and she was also a little apprehensive about getting pregnant again, I guess. We had sex less often, which annoyed me, but she was busy as hell and I could understand it. And she was understanding about my needs too. Many times, she forced herself to have intercourse when I knew she was aching to go to sleep after a long day.
"It got worse as the kids and both of us grew older. I'd work out in a gym regularly, and I'd feel in great shape. My sex needs continued to be pretty high. I needed sex less than when I was married, maybe, but I still wanted it. Maureen, though, began to shy away from it. She'd turn her back on me at times and pretend to be asleep. Or she'd spread her thighs quickly, let me get in, and then do nothing. It'd be embarrassing as hell for me. I'd have to beg my own wife to move her body against mine!
"And there were other things. She had begun to put on too much weight and, looking at her big fat, flabby thighs, I'd be turned off a little sexually. When I turned her over on her stomach, her can would show a lot of ugly folds, and discoloration marks soon appeared on her legs. Worst of all, her breasts grew flabby, and this really disturbed me. I like firm breasts. I love to feel them, to suck them, look at them, before I make any attempts to get into a woman's pussy.
"As Maureen got into her forties and fifties, her breasts grew baggier and baggier and her pussy got terribly loose. We began to have more fights, and, since my new job demanded more and more travel, we had long separations. Well, after a while I began to get concerned about this, and I consulted our doctor. I told him our sex life was shot and our emotional relations were not much better. He suggested a long trip to Hawaii where we could flake out on some lovely beach, have all the romance and good food and drink we wanted, and no pressures.
"Well, I took his advice. We holed up in a gorgeous hotel on the beach at Waikiki. We ate well, we drank well. But the sex was out the window. No matter what I did, she was not in a cooperative mood. I'd play with her breasts, and she'd move to turn on the television. Or she'd suggest a drink. If I did something really bold, like reaching with my hand between her thighs under her skirt, she'd panic, tell me she wasn't feeling well.
"Well, after a while I began to get annoyed, and one night, I pulled her skirt off, ripped her panties off her legs, and went down on her pussy. I wanted to rouse the devil in her, you see, to get her pussy so hot she'd be dying to get my cock in it. No dice. She looked at me coldly and then closed her eyes in a kind of unvoiced disgust. Then she said:
" 'You've never done that to me, Oscar. ... Not once in thirty years. And I am not about to let you start now. I have no interest in perversions. Please get your mouth away from there. Right now.'
"I got up, absolutely stunned. I couldn't believe my ears. I had expected her to love being sucked that way, after so much lukewarm sex. Instead, she squirmed to get her pussy away from my lips. Suddenly I became uncontrollably angry.
" 'I'm trying to get us back on the track of being bed partners, for Christ's sake. I'm trying to work you up to some decent response. What the hell are you acting like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm for? You've heard of people getting sucked off. All our friends probably do it regularly.'
" 'Not me,' she retorted. 'I'm not interested in such filth. And as far as our relations are concerned, I think we're too old to experiment. I have to admit to you that I'm not as interested in sex as I used to be. And frankly I'm surprised that you are. We're too old. And I think it's insane to pretend we're a couple of kids, going at it hot and heavy. I just don't want it that much.'
" 'Well, I do,' I yelled. 'I don't give a damn how old I am. Nobody's going to put me on a social security cycle where screwing's concerned. I like fucking and I like sucking, and I'll do it as often as I like. Now get your little ass back here fast.'
" 'No,' she said stubbornly. 'And stop talking to me like that. I don't like your language either. You sound like some kid yelling in a gutter.'
" 'I'll use any fucking language I want,' I yelled, infuriated. 'Now get your goddamned cunt over here or I'll paddle your ass till it glows like a fucking strawberry. Get over here! I want you to suck me while I suck you. I want us to go off together.'
" 'No! I won't do it, you dirty old goat. I think you're disgusting. Act your age, for God's sake!' With that, she flounced out of the room and refused to speak to me the rest of the day.
"That was the beginning of the end. We hardly communicated during the remainder of the trip, and when we got home we agreed quietly to a divorce. It wasn't easy to leave a marriage after living with it and in it so long. It was like leaving a comfortable, warm house to camp out on a cold, open lot, beaten by strong winds. I felt terribly lonely. I was unable to sleep nights, and many times I was on the verge of picking up the phone and begging
Myra to take me back. To take me on any terms.
"But I didn't do it, because I knew I wouldn't be able to hack it. like it or not, I was a sexual animal. I liked making love to women in a variety of ways, and I knew I could not stomach living a platonic life-style with a toss in the hay on anniversaries and birthdays. To get away from my temptations to crawl back and from my own thoughts, I took leave from my office and went to Mexico.
"I liked Mexico because the pace of life slowed down to where you could reflect and enjoy life without feeling the pressures. And yet it was not dull. The place was beautiful-especially in Mazatlan, where I had been before. The people were very friendly and undemanding, and the girls were beautiful. Even more important to me at that moment, they were seemingly oblivious to age differences.
"In the States I was made newly aware of my age when young girls stared at me as if I were a window. There is a kind of gaze girls give you, at such times, that makes you feel terribly middle-aged. I used to hate it. I still hate it, in fact. And the fact that I never got it in Mexico always endeared the place to me. I felt somehow younger, more masculine, in any Mexican town. In New York, Chicago, or Los
Angeles, the way an eighteen-year-old girl looked me over always made me feel as if I had no balls, and that fucking her was a fantasy that could never be realized. In contrast a girl the same age, or even younger, in Mazatlan, Guadalajara, Mexico City, or Acapulco could give me a hard on just by looking at me quietly. I could almost feel her pussy getting moist as she stared, and sometimes I'd get a hard on an hour later, remembering how she walked, how her cute little ass bounced along in the sun.
"Call it machismo or whatever you like, but it worked. And it worked again now. But there was a change in me. On earlier trips I had always come with my wife, or I had been on a fast business trip. I had done nothing out of line. Once or twice I had been sorely tempted to sleep with a cute girl, but I had avoided it out of a sense of loyalty to Myra that I had never fully explained to myself. Or put it down to the fact that I felt very married, and worried lest I be caught either by my wife or an accompanying business associate.
"Now I no longer gave a damn. I reveled in the fact that I could do whatever I damned well pleased. I began to stare hungrily at the beautiful teen-aged girls, admiring their brown naked thighs as they pumped their bicycle pedals on the busy streets, staring at bikini-clad beauties on the beach, looking at girls with pretty bosoms in the shops. I walked around like a glutton until one day I met Anna, a gorgeous little brunette about eighteen.
"I met her on the beach near my hotel one afternoon, soon after I emerged from the surf. She was sketching the beautiful landscape on a pad with watercolors and she was an accomplished artist. I had seen her in the lobby of my hotel and I went over to talk to her.
"It turned out that she was the daughter of a wealthy automobile distributor in Mexico City and had come here to convalesce after a bout with pneumonia caught while skiing in the United States. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. About five feet, five inches of sheer loveliness. She had large, dark eyes, a skin that was almost a pale white, large, firm breasts that shook when she laughed, and a pair of legs that drew male stares all over the beach.
"That night I took her out to dinner and some night spots, and when we came back I kissed her very warmly at her door. Without a word, she opened it and stood aside for me to enter. Until that moment all I had felt was a kind of puppy-like gratitude at being stroked and petted while I felt lonely. We had danced and talked for hours about the States, about movies we both liked, about sports, and about traveling. Incredibly, I felt as if I had known her for years, and, just as unbelievingly, I felt no age gap. True, I was over fifty, and she was young enough to be my daughter, but I did not feel it.
"Still, till now I had never intended to make a pass-never thought I'd even have a chance of laying her. Once I was in her room, all this changed in a flash and suddenly I became very nervous. I could tell, from the way she looked at me, that she wanted me to make love to her. It was nothing she said. It was more the way her silences fell between her words, the way she averted her eyes from mine, the uneasiness in her pretty dark eyes. ... Anyway, I was even more nervous because I had never been with a girl that young. Not since I was married.
"When I kissed her impulsively five minutes later, she clung to me, and my hands moved over her full, lush breast. I felt so hot I could barely stand it. I could feel my cock getting hard, and I wanted to lay her in the worst way. At the same time, something inside me made me hold back. She caught that feeling, as if by osmosis. She said nothing but her hand strayed over to my cock. She cupped her hand over it on the outside of my pants and squeezed.
"Her action released me from whatever was holding me back. I reached over and plunged my hand into the cleavage of her dress. Her breasts were the firmest I had ever felt. The skin was so smooth, by comparison to Myra's that I could hardly believe they were the same sex. Then I pulled out each breast, and began to suck it, letting my tongue linger affectionately over each strawberry-like nipple. I heard her moan.
" 'Ah, that feels good,' Anna said. 'Don't stop, darling. Please don't stop.'
"I saw her body move around on the couch as my sucking got to her. There was a moment then when my own sexual excitement mushroomed. As I licked her beautiful breasts, I saw her kick her legs up into the air. I caught a dazzling flash of white thighs just above the stocking line, as her miniskirt flew up above her hips. All of a sudden I had an enormous desire to go down on her. The sight of those plump white thighs, with the wisp of nylon panties caught between them, was more than I could resist. I left her breasts and, kneeling on the floor beside her legs, buried my head between them.
"She did not resist. If anything, she was delighted at my passionate move. I could hear her laugh as my head moved down between her thighs. The smell of her underwear was the most exquisite I had ever known. Myra was strictly a soap-and-water girl who occasionally dabbled some Chanel No. 5 behind her ears before we went to a party. Not Anna. She reveled in perfume, and doused herself with it in great gobs.
" 'I love the smell of you between your thighs,' I told her, feeling foolishly happy, not caring what I said.
" 'So I see,' she laughed. 'I sprayed myself down there after my bath because I hoped you would find your way there. You like what you see?'
" 'Hmm. Gorgeous. If I hadn't had dinner already, I'd eat your lovely pussy in a minute.'
'"How about a second dessert then?' She laughed.
" 'You got a deal,' I yelled. And promptly began to eat her lovely little pussy, pushing back the crotch-piece of her panties. Her cunt was a narrow, tight little thing, with a delicious array of ebony-colored curly hair, and it too reeked of French perfume. But this time, the scent was mixed with the natural aroma of her young cunt, and the combination was like catnip to me. I pushed my head between her luscious young thighs and licked her cunt. I was so hungry for it that I didn't even stop to catch my breath. She squeezed her thighs hard, placing my head in a kind of human vise that made the experience all the more pleasurable.
"Suddenly, after a moment of furious licking, I heard her yell out loud. She was coming, and she pushing her cunt deeper into my face, smearing my face with the moisture of her hot, sweet pussy. Even now, retelling it, I can get very excited. But at that time it was so strong that I came with her. Her own excitement had triggered my own and caused it to peak.
"It was wonderful, but an hour after it, as J. lay in my own bed, I felt a terrible letdown. I heard my wife's words again, calling me a 'dirty old goat,' telling me to act my age. What the hell had prompted me to do what I had just done? I liked Anna enormously. We had spent a wonderful day at the beach. Then I acted just like some drunken kid who had to eat her just to prove something. It wasn't the act of a rational man.
"I had breakfast alone the next morning, forgetting our date, and then left with a hurried note to her in which I apologized for what had occurred. I told her that she was a wonderful girl, physically and intellectually, and that she deserved someone better than an old man. I left on the next plane to the States.
"Almost from the beginning I had doubts about what I had done. I could not get Anna out of my mind. No matter what I was doing, my thoughts would return to her. But I curbed an impulse to write to her. The main reason was that I really felt sexually inadequate for her. She was a beautiful, vigorous young girl, who would want a lot of strong sex. What could I give her? I thought of myself as a man on the borderline of old age, and I had a terrible vision of her being sexually frustrated because I couldn't come through. Over and over again my wife's words came back to me. I was 'too old' to experiment, to be very sexual.
"Besides, I told myself, May-December marriages were all doomed to failure. Why would an athletic, hot-blooded young girl stay with a man that much older? I tried to put her out of my mind entirely, and I might have succeeded except for George. George was a man in the accounting office of my firm who intrigued everybody, because at the age of 54 he had married a girl of twenty and seemed perfectly happy. I could not believe it, but I had to see for myself. I made his acquaintance and took him out to lunch. After a couple of stiff double martinis, I told him about my sexual fears regarding Anna. And not only sexual.
I was worried about the entire marriage.
" 'Look, Oscar ... just between us, my wife and I get along fine in bed and in every other way. You're just creating anxieties for yourself. If you love each other, it'll work out.' When I shook my head, he invited me to have dinner at their house and see how wonderfully easygoing the whole relationship was, how free of tension. I accepted reluctantly, finally, thinking that if I noted the inevitable strain between them, I'd be surer of the Tightness of my own decision about Anna.
"Within an hour of the time I arrived, I knew I was wrong. They got along very well--so well that I became suspicious. Were they putting on some show for me, perhaps? It seemed impossible that a twenty-year-old beauty like Sally should go so heavily for an old-timer like George. I kept wondering about their sex life and wishing I could see if that worked too. I felt a strong curiosity about that side of their union.
"I got my chance later in the evening. After a long session of drinking, I pretended to be too drunk to drive, and asked if it would trouble them too much if I sacked out on their couch. They laughed and told me they had a spare bedroom. About an hour later, I got up and tiptoed to their room and peeked through the keyhole. The first thing I saw was Sally's breasts. They were lovely, pear-shaped breasts, tipped with thick brown nipples. Then my eyes moved to her crotch. Her cunt was framed with masses of dirty blonde hair. A minute later George came into view; his cock was flabby looking, but a little later I saw Sally kneel before it and put it into her mouth.
"George moaned aloud, and a few seconds later pulled his cock out stiff.
" 'Not too much, baby,' he said. 'You know you can make me come easy that way, but I need a little fucking first. I want to see this move around in your lovely little snatch.'
"They got on the bed, and George began to kiss his young beautiful wife's pink ass, letting his tongue move around her big plump cheeks and ass-hole until she groaned with pleasure. Then he moved his tongue down to her cunt and nibbled at that until she begged him to stop.
"George laughed and, putting a pillow under her stomach, positioned her thighs so that her cunt faced his cock from the rear. I could see his stiff cock moving in and out of her lovely snatch, while his hands manipulated her gorgeous, firm breasts. She was obviously enjoying it very much. Over and over again, he asked her if she was really enjoying his cock, and she immediately reassured him.
"The sight of her trembling ass, quivering under the pile-driving force of his big red cock, got me so excited that I found myself playing with my cock. I had a flash of myself in bed with Anna and could almost experience physically how her lovely cunt would feel around my dick. A minute later, as George continued to ram his cock home between his wife's thighs, I felt the semen trickling down my leg, and I returned to my room.
"That night I could not sleep again. I dozed off for an hour or so, during which I dreamed of being with Anna in Mexico, of making love to her, of living together in the same easygoing way as George and Sally. It would be a good young-old marriage, just like theirs. I would call her tomorrow....
"I had a few seconds of doubt in the morning, but the memory of last night, watching George's success in laying his girl-wife, made up my mind for me. I sent Anna a telegram, telling her I loved her, and asking her to telephone me if she accepted me. If she didn't, she was simply to ignore the wire. I told her I would be home all night the next evening.
"I nearly went out of my mind getting through that day and the next, but when she called from Mexico City at eight the following day I was overjoyed. She had been delighted to hear from me, and wanted to be my wife. Could we be married in Mexico for her parents' sake? If not, she would fly up to where I lived.
"I told her immediately that we could be wed there and then spend our honeymoon in Acapulco. I was so excited I could hardly breathe. I told her I would fly down at the end of the week and take another week off. At the end of the call I was so nervous and peaked that I could hardly sit still. And that night I could not sleep again. I had a terrible dream in which my ex-wife kept hammering at me that I was an old man, that I would bore Anna, that no matter how hard I tried, I would leave her unsatisfied, and that she would walk out on me.
"The rest of the week was a nightmare. Several times I almost canceled the wedding, but the reluctance to hurt Anna stopped me. Win or lose, I was in it up to my neck now. I had a hideous fear that I would not be able to function in the bedroom at Acapulco, and that she would slam the door in my face. But at the end of the week I took the plane to Mexico City. In twenty-four hours I would see if I were right....
"The wedding ceremony must have been very beautiful. I say must have been, because I was in no mood to notice it very much. I was extremely nervous during every minute of it. For one thing, I was painfully aware of the more than thirty years' age difference between Anna and myself. When I met her father and mother I swallowed hard when I realized that I was older than either of them. Her cousins and friends all looked like babies to me. I felt very old and decrepit by comparison.
"I had a feeling that they were all watching me and pitying Anna, thinking that she had locked herself into a lifetime of misery with an old geezer that couldn't get it up. Once or twice I even imagined that some of her middle-aged uncles were casting glances at my crotch to see if I even had a cock to start with. The result was that I sat or stood through the whole thing in utmost depression, wondering if I'd ever get through the first night.
"She looked beautiful. There was no doubt about that, and I wanted her. What bothered me was my own self-doubt. And a few times during the big noisy reception I wanted to bolt, to tell her I was sick. She reassured me by kissing me several times, and once she leaned over toward me when I was with her and we were swamped with wedding guests and she let her fingers squeeze my cock playfully. It should have made me feel better, but it didn't.
"In my lousy frame of mind, all I could think was that she was trying to see if I still had anything there for her to use later. I tried to get her away from there soon after the ceremony, but we were compelled to respond to toast after toast for hours afterwards. It was not until close to six o'clock that we got to the airport to get our plane to Acapulco.
"I said very little in the plane, which worried her a little, but not as much as my behavior in the hotel room. There I pretended I was sleepy and lay on the bed in my new wedding suit, trying to pretend that I was too tired to even undress. I acted as if sex was impossible in my condition, reasoning to myself that if I could postpone the whole thing a full day, I'd be in better shape tomorrow to make love. But she had no intention of allowing me to do that.
"I was trying to act like an old man, but she refused to accept it. A few minutes after I closed my eyes, I felt her fingers creeping up the sides of my legs, slowly, until she reached my crotch. I trembled slightly, but did not move. Then as I wondered what she would do next, I felt my fly being unzipped. Anna's small, thin hand plunged into my fly, and beyond it into the opening of my shorts. She moved her fingers slowly around my still-flabby cock. She spoke to it.
" 'Come on, Oscar baby,' she whispered. 'Stand yourself upright. I know you can do it. I've seen you do it.'
" 'I'm tired, honey,' I said in a hoarse voice, trying to make myself sound almost at the end of my tether. I heard her laugh as she squeezed my cock playfully.
" 'Stand up, baby, or I'm going to bite it off. I mean it. I want to make love.'
"A second later she had put her mouth on my cock and was sucking it. Gently at first, letting her tongue move sinuously around its sides and then concentrating with the tip of her tongue on the circumcised head. I loved the wonderful sensation, but I had drunk too much wine at the reception and it had depressed me more than I had thought. I was still afraid of laying her.
" 'Look at me, darling,' she said suddenly. Slowly she began to strip, taking off each layer of clothing like a dancer who was going through the Dance of the Seven Veils. I saw each breast emerge, and then the soft roundness of her belly, and finally the thick black bush of her cunt. I felt my cock stiffening as
I saw her lie on the bed and spread her gorgeous, buxom thighs. The vermilion slit of her cunt was so beautiful to look at that I came wide awake.
"I began to strip, shucking off my shoes, tie, shirt, socks and underwear, till I was as naked as she was. Then she placed a pillow under her ass and, lifting her long tanned thighs and legs, hooked her feet on to my shoulders. I loved the picture she showed then. A beautiful little girl teasing an older man with her fruity, teen-aged cunt. The kind of thing I had dreamed of so long. Slowly I put my forefinger into the tight, narrow slit of her cunt and marveled at both its taut quality and its warmth. Her cunt felt just then as if I had plunged my finger into a furnace. She was hot. There was no doubt of it.
"But I was still fighting my old self-doubt. I was filled with fear that I couldn't cut the mustard. What if I tried to lay her and came in two minutes? I thought. Two minutes in that hot pussy would be all I needed to blow the whole honeymoon. I decided instead to make my young wife come with my tongue.
"Leaning over her, I flattened her on the bed and spread her legs wide. For a minute I stared reverently at my wife's luscious young pussy. Her lips down there were already covered by a kind of pearly dew that was coming from inside her in her excitement. Her thighs, long and tanned, had their baby fat still on them. But she was not fat, just plump in a very pleasing way. And in between the thighs was a thick luxuriant bush of hair that smelled beautifully of her cunt and the scents she used on it.
"I put my mouth between her thighs, and for a moment reveled in the feeling of security it had given me. It was as if my head were being cushioned by two very comfortable pillows. She laughed as she felt my tongue scour her cunt and pulled my head in closer. For a moment I moved my tongue up and down over the pinkish lips. Then I moved the tip inside and located her clitoris, a stiff little button that I had not noticed in my earlier sucking of her pussy.
" 'Oh, darling,' she moaned. 'That's gorgeous. Wonderful. Your tongue is driving me right out of my mind. Oh! Oh! Oh! this is beautiful ... beautiful. Now, come inside me. Put your big thing inside me, dearest.'
"But I wasn't listening. I was still too nervous about what would happen if I tried to fuck her. Instead I pushed my mouth further up her thighs and started to lick first her bush and then her navel. I was going to give her a good time, but not with my cock. With my tongue. I would tongue-fuck her until she came and then we would go to sleep. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
"I glued my lips to her pussy and continued to lick it furiously. For a moment she lay there, her elbows supporting her weight as she rotated her supple hips to present different sides of her pussy to my lips. Then she began to heave her pussy at me in lunges as she became more and more excited by what was going on between her legs.
"For God's sakes, Anna, come! I said to myself silently. Let it out! I prayed inwardly that my cunt-lapping would finally push her to the brink of orgasm and over. But she had an amazing threshold of pleasure. She was close. I knew that. I could tell it as her breathing came harder and faster. But she had no orgasm.
"In desperation, I turned my wife over and began to lick her buttocks, letting my saliva dribble down each mound. I heard her moan with pleasure, and then I zoomed in on her ass-hole. The little pink bud between her white ass cheeks, where the sun had not done its work, stood out clearly as I separated the hill-locks of young flesh with my hands. I applied my tongue to her opening and licked with all the strength I had, burrowing into her.
"'Oh! Oh! Oh!' she yelled as my tongue entered the tight ass-hole. 'Aye, aye, aye! Aaaaaaaaaaaaah ... oooh ... aaaaaaahhhhhh ... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh ... Oscar, no more, no more. I cannot take much more of this.... '
"But I continued to suck there, playing with her bud, moving my lips up and down, over her ass-hole and then further over her cunt from the rear. In another moment I had brought her to the brink, and she was thrashing under my face. Her pink ass was bobbing up and down and she was moaning. In the mirror on the bureau opposite the bed, her face seized my attention as it became convulsed. When I came up for air a few seconds, holding her ass down with my hands, I could see that her long black hair was in wild disarray and her eyes looked wild and dispirited. ... The sight of her face and her breasts and her whole naked body was very exciting to me. As I buried my face between her thighs, I peeked up over the hills of her ass and saw my head between her cheeks in the mirror.
"At that instant, seeing my own head between the beautiful ass cheeks of my eighteen-year-old bride, I almost shot my own load. I had never been so sexually aroused in my whole life. But I held back because I had to satisfy
Anna. I had to somehow give her the pleasure she so richly deserved on her wedding night. I had no right to think of myself. But I had reckoned without Anna. For a few minutes more she withstood the tantalizing effects of my moving tongue. Then she fought to get away from me.
" 'No, darling. Enough sucking. I love it very much, but I want you inside me. Please. Now! Now! I can't take any more of the other. Please put your thing ... how do you call it in English?'
" 'Cock,' I said. 'Just a little longer.'
"If I could make her come, I thought, it would be over, and I would not be forced to put my old man's cock to the test. I continued to lick the slippery lips of her cunt with all my might, mouthing her dark crotch voraciously until the intense sensation she felt made her yell. For a moment I thought they would hear us down the hall and think I was beating her. I stopped for a second to let us both breathe and then went back to the fight, determined to win.
" 'No, please, Oscar. No more. This is not what I wanted on my first night. Not just this alone. I wanted to feel your big, hard cock inside me, filling me. Making babies for us. I want to have your babies. Just licking me down there will not do it for us. You know that.'
"Her remark about babies made me even more worried. I almost stopped because of my fears that I might not be able to impregnate her. But I stubbornly pushed it out of my mind. Right now I had the duty, the obligation of bringing her to the point of orgasm. I would think about the other thing later. I returned to licking her ass and then moved down to her cunt again as she buried her face in the pillow. I could hear her yelling at me to stop, but I refused. In my state of excitement, whipped up by the taste of her lovely skin, the strong, sweaty scent filling my nostrils as I burrowed my nose deep into her pussy from the rear, I was almost berserk with a sex fever I could not control.
"Finally my sucking was too much for her. She could no longer hold back from her orgasm. I knew when it came because her cunt suddenly pressed hard against my face, her squishy pussy, wet with its own juice, filled my mouth, and I found myself lapping it up in great gobs.
"A moment later, I turned her around and pressed her close to me. I was amazed to find that she was trembling. At first I thought it was just the aftermath of the sex we had had. It must have been overwhelming for her. How many eighteen-year-old girls had a man licking their cunts and ass-holes for twenty intense moments as Anna had? But I was wrong. She was trembling from frustration and anger.
" 'You bastard!' she screamed, over and over again. 'Is that all you can do? Is that all you're capable of? If that's all I wanted, I could have remained single. I had that done to me when I was twelve! I think you're disgusting!'
"'No, listen, darling,' I began, 'you don't understand. It's not what you think at all. I wanted to-'
" 'You wanted to lick a young girl's privates! You're just like all those dirty old men who used to look between my legs. Is that why you married me? Just to lick me there?'
"In her fury and chagrin she began to sob now, and I held her closer,. trying vainly to calm her down. It took a long time, because she was so outraged by what had just happened. Finally, she quieted down and told me the story of how an older man had attacked her when she was younger.
"Shortly after she reached her twelfth birthday, her parents had taken her to Acapulco. They had stayed at the home of a family that had gone to Europe, a beautiful house near the beach. One night her parents had decided to go to a party and had left Anna, an only child, with a housemaid as a baby-sitter. The woman, about twenty-five, was a pretty girl with a good sense of humor and got along fine with everyone. Anna had noticed that she liked to drink beer a good deal but she had never done anything to complain about.
"But that night, as soon as Anna's parents had gone, she began to drink a lot, and, about an hour later, a man of about fifty had come to the house. Anna remembers him as a heavy-set man, with a moustache and large dark eyes that seemed to bore through her. She remained with them for an hour, watching television, and then had gone to bed. About an hour later, she was awakened by the sound of loud, drunken laughter, and came to the door of the living room to look.
"She saw the maid lying on the couch with her skirts way up and her big, meaty thighs spread. In her pussy was a peeled banana, and the man was on his knees eating it. The closer he got to the end of the half-eaten fruit, the greater was the girl's laughter.
"Finally, the man got down to the woman's cunt and began to lick it ravenously, pausing every minute to tell her how wonderful it tasted with the banana flavor on it. Needless to say they were both roaring drunk and having a great time. But Anna had never seen anything like this, had never even dreamed people did anything of this sort. As she stared, the maid kept yelling: 'Aaaaaah ... aaahhhhh ... aaahhhhhh ... ooooooh ... aahhh!' and the man kept telling her that he adored sucking young girls' cunts, that they smelled and tasted differently, and that he thought the most delicious must be a really young girl who had just reached puberty, whose pussy was very tight, with just a wisp of hair around it.
"Then suddenly, the maid caught sight of Anna standing there in her nightgown and started to laugh out loud.
" 'You mean somebody like her, don't you?' she said, with a loud, braying, coarse laugh. 'I'll bet she's got about three hairs on her hole. Why don't you try her?'
"The man turned around and the first thing Anna recalls seeing was his stiff cock which was exposed and the wild look in his eyes. He slapped his thigh gleefully and said: 'She'd be marvelous to suck. Come here, baby. Pepe'll show you a lovely trick you never had before. A trick that'll be a lot of fun.'
" 'Before I could move ... I was stunned ... he came over and grabbed me and put me down on the floor,' Anna remembered. 'Then the maid held down my arms while he spread my legs, tossed up my nightie, and put his face between my thighs. I still remember the feel of his wiry moustache between my thighs and the way his mouth felt when he kissed me down there. I was terrified.'
"Anna had to remain still while the man moved his lips over her crotch, sucking at her inner thighs and then at her tiny slit, and then they had turned her over and he had licked her ass-hole and the back of her cunt. She had been so terrified of her parents' reaction that she never mentioned the incident. But for years afterwards she was very sensitive to older men's gazes in her direction. Quite often she would be aware of old men as they stared between her legs when she sat in a living or a reception room. Their eyes seemed to boggle as they stared as deeply as possible between her thighs.
"She was sure they were thinking of what her pussy looked like, how big her bush was, and how they would like to get their mouth on it. Once on a warm day when she sat in a little park without any panties on, she caught a man in his late fifties looking hungrily between her legs. She realized she was naked underneath, and she had run wildly out of the area. Ever since then she had had a strong dislike of the very thought of oral sex. She had fought successfully against her discomfort when she had met me and had given me as much as she could to prove her love. But when I had insisted on doing nothing but sucking, her old feelings of revulsion reasserted themselves.
"Touched, and deeply disturbed, by my wife's confession, I told her honestly about my own fears: that I was an old man married to a young girl, and tiat I could not satisfy her, that I would find my cock had gone flabby once I got it into her pussy-if, indeed, I ever did penetrate her. That was another fear ... that I could not get it hard enough to do it. I told her I was afraid she would laugh at me derisively, that she would be full of scorn and just walk out on me.
"I told her of how I had even come close to giving her up entirely before the marriage, of my first wife's bitter, contemptuous words about me ... of how she had called me a 'dirty old goat.'
"Anna was extremely quiet as I spoke. Then later, when I was finished, she kissed me slowly and tenderly and told me how deeply she loved me. How it had happened because of a chemistry between us that had nothing to do with sheer physical sex.
" 'But I know you are very wrong about your abilities, darling,' she said. 'And I want you to try after a while again. I want you inside me.'
"'And what if I fail?' I asked.
" 'Then we'll try again ... and again. Tomorrow and the next day. Till we get it right.'
" 'Let's wait till tomorrow, at least,' I pleaded.
"She shook her head adamantly. 'No. My mother told me something a long time ago-if you are afraid to do a thing, do it at once. Set your mind straight. It has always worked for me. With riding horses, driving a car in heavy traffic, or climbing mountains. This is a mountain you must climb. But you must do it now, before it hurts you more to back away from it.'
"I nodded slowly, and then went inside to take a shower. As I soaped my flabby-looking cock, I wondered if it would stand up inside of her. If it did not, then I would definitely leave her. It would not be fair to hang on to her just because I got pleasure out of it.
"When I got back to the bedroom, Anna was fully dressed again. She kissed me, and then slowly began to caress me as we stood together. She let her fingers move over my face and neck, and then down to my crotch where she played a little game with my soft cock. It felt good, but I was still rather nervous.
"'I guess I'm not excited enough yet,' I said apologetically.
" 'What would excite you, dearest? Does looking at my pussy arouse you?'
"When I nodded, she took off her panties, held them up and dropped them on the floor. As I stooped to pick them and sniffed at the perfume coming from them, I had an idea.
" 'I know what would really excite me,' I said. 'Let me lie on the floor, and then walk around me without your panties on.'
"She nodded, smiling. I lay on my back on the rug while she moved around the room, coming ever closer to my face. The view was marvelous. I could look up under her miniskirt and see her superb, long, tanned legs and thighs. In between the delicious columns was her rich, black bush of pubic hair. The sight of her cunt, just a few inches from my mouth and nose, was so electric in its effect on my senses that it seemed almost to raise the hairs on my arms.
" 'How do you like it, darling?' she asked playfully.
" 'Wonderful. Come closer. I want to be able to taste it. To smell your delicious pussy's perfume.'
" 'Very well. But just to taste. Remember. This is simply to get you excited.'
"She moved in closer and stood just over my face with one leg on either side of me. I looked up and got a direct view of her luscious young cunt and I could feel my prick stiffening. Then she did something that I did not expect but which galvanized me even more sexually. She lowered her crotch to within a couple of inches of my face. The pungent odor of her sweet moist pussy permeated my nostrils.
"Then without warning, she sat on my face. She placed her cunt on my nose and mouth and slowly twisted her crotch this way and that until my head was deluged with the sense of her lovely sexuality. I was aware of her voluptuousness in a new, delightful way, and suddenly I felt an enormous desire overwhelm me.
"I squeezed her thighs with my hands and pushed her off. 'Get on the bed,' I said quickly.
"Grinning with pleasure, she moved to the bed and spread her legs. With her shoes and nylon stockings still on her, her young cunt was framed in a way that whipped my desire more than I had thought possible. I lowered my pants in a hurry, anxious to get into that superb-looking crotch as soon as I could. I heard her giggle with delight as she saw the way my cock stood up.
"I got between her legs, aimed my prick right at her hole, and, shutting my eyes, prayed
that it would stay hard. I need not have worried. The sight of her cunt and the still lingering smell and feel of her pussy on my face, had lathered my desire. I had to get in now. I pressed hard against the tiny-looking pink slit and saw her wince slightly. It was not going to be too easy, I could see. But I had to keep trying.
"Finally, after bearing down as hard as I could, I got the tip of my cock inside her slit and heard her groan with pleasure. Her cunt was so tight, I could hardly move inside it. I felt the walls of her cunt squeezing me as if they held me in a tight vise. But I did not mind the sensation. I loved it. What a wonderful difference between this and the loose feeling of being in my ex-wife's middle-aged cunt. When I was in her pussy, I felt almost nothing working on my cock. Anna's young cunt felt hot and moist, and so deliciously narrow.
"I felt as if I had had to be shoehorned into her tight little cunt, and the effect of this on me was to whip up my desire even more. As I kept pumping it into her cunt, her muscles in their turn began to work on me. I felt as if my cock were being milked by a powerful mouth, and it felt absolutely glorious. like nothing I had ever experienced in my whole life.
"All of a sudden I felt sure that we would be all right sexually. That I could satisfy her, and that we would both have wonderful experiences in bed. And then I lost all my thoughts. A wonderful euphoria shot through me as I approached my orgasm, and as I heard her own cries of delight. And a moment later we both came together."