Chapter 6
ANDY PLACED HELEN IN THE CENTER OF the bed and lifted her dress and slip to the tops of her thighs. She wore dusky stockings which clung to her thighs like skin. They were gartered tautly by black straps. Her skin was lusciously white next to the dark hose and garters.
He bent and licked just above her right stocking, on her inner thigh. He felt a quiver pass through her, and the leg moved perceptibly to the side. It was obvious, however, that she checked it.
He licked upward along the garter strap. He nibbled with his lips. Now he opened his mouth wider and took a morsel of succulent flesh between his teeth. He bit the fresh thigh-meat gently.
She didn't make a sound, but he detected that she was breathing harder.
He looked at her crotch which was sheathed in snow-white, shiny nylon. White pants and black stockings had always turned him on-he didn't know why, but there was something about that combination which got to him. The black garters helped, also.
Helen's pants were completely opaque. They didn't even show a shadow of her pubes.
Her thighs were exquisitely perfumed. So far, he hadn't caught the scent of her vagina.
He grasped her skirt and slip, which were folded across her crotch, and carried them farther up, partially pulling them out from under her butt. Helen didn't help him. She lay perfectly still except for the breasts which were coming at a rapid rate.
Her pants were made of the finest nylon, and they clung perfectly to the mound of her pussy. Their elasticized hems held all her hair inside.
He extended his finger and stroked her on the panties, where the division of her cunt would be. There was marvelous softness beneath that snug, thin nylon, and it was very warm.
She still didn't say anything or move at all.
He raised his head and looked at her face. She was still defiant, but her cheeks were a little more flushed-this was caused mainly by sexual excitement rather than anger, he believed. But the two emotions were conflicting, and it was hard to say at the moment which had the upper hand. Her will remained in control of both. He was confident that, in a short time, lust would completely overcome anger, and her will would be unable to hold her desire in check. He was banking on that.
He hooked two fingers under a panty elastic and pulled it away from her groin, exposing her cunt. The plushy crease was lined with blonde hair. Damn, she's real! he exulted. He stroked her pussy lips with the tip of his middle finger.
"Are you ... enjoying yourself?" she asked in a sharp tone which required effort to keep under control.
"Very much," he said. "You have a pretty pussy."
"Don't be obscene," she snapped.
That struck him as a little funny. There he was, leaning down to her crotch, exposing it and tickling it with a fingertip ... and she objected to the words he used. What a silly hang-up some people have with words, he thought.
He bent closer, still holding her panty-crotch to the side, and he blew on her cunt, stirring the curly golden hairs.
"Don't!" she exclaimed in a rush of breath.
He bent closer yet, almost within kissing range. He smelled her pussy now, and it was delightful. She was really warming up.
He protruded his tongue and touched it to her crack. She jerked and whined a little. He took a firmer grip on her thighs and touched his tongue to her again. Her legs moved farther apart-involuntarily, he suspected. Her subsconscious knew better than her conscious mind what she wanted.
"Let's get your pants off," he said, and reached under the folds of her dress and slip to grip the top elastic.
He watched her face as he pulled her panties down. The signs of sex arousal were eating into the harsh cast which anger had formed. It was remarkable that she was being so compliant, now that she felt herself losing the battle. That suggested to Andy that she didn't really want to win the battle at all. He hoped this was true.
He lowered his gaze to her belly where the black shining garter belt crossed the white flesh. As he drew her briefs farther down, the paleness of flesh appeared again, then gave way to the bushy gold of her pubic curls.
He pulled the panties swiftly now, turning them inside out as he drew them along her lush thighs, past the tops of her stockings and on down all the way. He tossed them over the side of the bed.
He gripped her near leg and lifted it to the other side of him as he changed positions. He found himself between her legs now, facing one of the prettiest cunts it had ever been his pleasure to inspect at close range.
The pink inner flesh of her pussy was just visible between the thick larger lips. The pussy was moist. He pressed her other leg to the side, opening the rosy grotto farther. He watched a pearl of moisture ooze out and trickle down the folds of flesh.
He leaned close and heard her gasp. Her inviting scent flared his nostrils. His mouth watered.
He leaned all the way and brought his open mouth against her gaping gash. She cried out and her pelvis jumped. He gripped her hips and burrowed into her juicy warm cunt with his lips, teeth and tongue.
She began to bounce and cry. Her thighs scissored next to his head. He twisted so that he could lap deeper into her succulent pussy. He drank her flowing juices and stroked his tongue in and out of her secret slit. He licked upward across her pisser and her erect little clit. He stimulated that nubbin by bending it with his tongue and circling it.
"Oh ... oh ... oh..." she panted. He could hardly hold her still.
His cock was throbbing in his clothes, and the constriction of his shorts bothered him. But he didn't want to stop now to undress. This was a very critical time.
He let his tongue slide down her slippery groove and into her vagina again. He stroked slowly and lovingly in and out, in and out, being deliberately more oral than usual because of the large amount of resistance he had felt he had to overcome. But now you would never know there had been resistance, judging by the excited motions of the pussy against his mouth, by its extreme juiciness, and the way the velvet walls of the cunt were spasming.
He debated with himself, in the midst of the erotic action, whether it would be better to suck and lick her to a climax or to keep her hanging while he removed the rest of her clothes and his own, then to sink his stiff prick deeply into her cunt and screw her to a climax.
Andy decided in favor of the latter. Once she was satisfied, she was apt to turn nasty again.
He raised his head and she whined.
"Sit up and take the rest of your clothes off," he directed.
She immediately obeyed, moving quickly. Her eyes had a dreamy look and her mouth was slack-lipped, like someone under the influence of drugs. She didn't look at him, but merely did as he had commanded.
He backed off the bed and quickly disposed of his own clothes while he watched her dress flutter up over her head, then her slip. Her breasts shook and quivered-they were great melon-like shapes, quite erect for their size, and they had reddish sunbursts at their crests; the nipples which sat in the middle of those flaring aureoles were stubby and rounded.
She lay back, not bothering to remove her garter belt or stockings. That was fine with Andy-that black harness and hose enhanced the erotic attraction of her white flesh and golden pubic curls.
She gazed through narrowed eyes at his suddenly unleashed prick as it bobbed and swung upright from his loins.
He dropped to the bed, taking her in his arms and rolling her atop him, which squeezed his cock in between their bodies. Her large tits tumbled against his neck and chest. He grasped one and kneaded it-it was softer than Liz's, but so very large! Shit, it would take two hands to surround one of these beauties!
He thumbed the nipple and she moaned. She began kissing him on the face.
"That's the way, baby," he murmured, then stoppered his mouth with a breast. He wiggled the big tit in his mouth as he sucked.
She writhed atop him. One of his hands slid down her smooth back, over her garter belt and onto a lush cheek of her ass. He stroked and patted it, then gripped it hard. She moaned.
"Tell me what you want," he said, as he let her breast go.
"You know what I want, damn it!" she almost sobbed. "Just give it to me."
"Tell me. I want to hear it from your lips. I'm not a rapist."
"Take me! Make love to me! Hurry!" "Is that the way you ask your husband for it?" he pressed.
"Oh, please..." she begged. "Just stick it in me." She tried to raise her lower body and get a grip on his sandwiched prick with her hand.
He continued to hold her body against his. "Tell me," he insisted. "Say it so I can understand."
"You're trying to make me talk filthy."
"Damned right. Say it!"
"Screw me..." she hissed. "Please screw me." The words were barely audible as she smeared her lips against his face.
"With pleasure," he growled and released the pressure so that her ass could rise.
Whimpering excitedly, she pulled his prick into position, parted her cunt lips with the tip of it, and let herself down, impaling herself to the base of his sturdy rod.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed.
"Is it good?"
"Wonderful," she moaned.
He pushed upward into her as she twisted and moved up and down. She panted and went wild. Pushed up on her arms, as she was, her tits flopped wildly against his chest and throat.
He didn't want to hold her ass, for he feared that would impede her motions, and she was doing beautifully without his help. So he gripped her large tits, slapped them together, rubbed them, and wiggled them all around. She pushed up higher, arching, and he moved her tits more actively, pressing them upward and letting them drop against him.
"Jesus, what boobs!" he said huskily, "You ... like them?" she panted. "Love 'em! God!" He pulled one to his lips and fastened onto the flaring crest. He licked the button-like nipple as he sucked.
Suddenly he let it go and flopped Helen onto her side, managing to remain linked to her. He had one arm underneath her and he used it to grip her lower thigh from the back and wedge it partially beneath his legs as he gripped her ass with the other hand and pulled. She raised her top leg over his hips.
His cock was sunk deeply into her again, and they moved in this position-forward and back, forward and back.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted as her lush tits, lying one atop the other, shook delightfully against his chest.
After a little while, he rolled her onto her back and ended up on top.
"Oh, this is the way!" she cried. "Give me hell!"
That was exactly what he did for her, and she loved it. He screwed her with even more excitement than he would ordinarily have felt with such a beautiful woman, because of the fact that she had tried to hold out. It was great balm for his ego to realize that she couldn't resist him, and he was intent upon proving to her that her body had made the right choice.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, the lips twisting spastically. She turned her head from time to time on the pillow. Her titties shook like great molds of pale Jell-O, topped by cherries and splotches of red sauce.
As he kept pumping hard and deep and at a fairly rapid pace, Andy dropped to his elbows. He used one hand to caress her cheek and to mold and shape her lips with his thumb. She became even more passionate, bumping upward hungrily, maintaining perfect time with his plunges.
She panted harder and moaned. Her cunt was one of the most responsive he had ever slid his prick into, and now, as she approached her climax, it not only slid up and down on his rod but in rotation, too, its walls grabbing at him hungrily.
"You sweet lover!" Andy cried. "Oh, shit,-that's good!"
"Oh!" she screamed and bounced out of control beneath him, her cunt muscles contracting on his stroking cock. Ripples of orgasmic delight rolled through her, shaking her tits and shimmying her flesh from head to toes. Her mouth opened wide and she bawled out her pleasure.
"Shit! Oh, shit!" Andy cried, and screwed her like hell until he, too, climaxed, his cock giving great jerks within her spasming pussy, shooting her with spurt after spurt of his thick, warm come.
"So, what was all that stuff about not wanting to swap, and me being depraved, and you gouging my eyes out, hmm?" Andy asked as they lay side by side, hugging and kissing.
"Oh, I don't know ... please don't talk about it. I don't know what I want."
"The devil you don't. You want love, baby. You want and need to be screwed about as strongly as any woman I ever met. What's the matter, doesn't Jerry take care of you often enough?"
"Don't talk about Jerry, please."
"You didn't trust yourself with another man. That was your problem, wasn't it?"
"Please..." She stopped him from talking by sealing her warm, moist lips to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth.
He dallied with her tongue for a while and kneaded one of her full, luscious tits. Then he let his mouth slide off hers. His tongue swabbed a wet streak across her cheek to her ear. He tongued that lovely little shell as his nose buried itself in her silken, perfumed hair.
"You have such a prick," she breathed. "I love it!" Her hand was working it frantically, trying to make it hard again.
"It's only an ordinary prick," he chuckled at her ear. "No bigger than average and no harder, I'd imagine."
"But you use it so well! Oh, God, the way you screw!"
"I love to screw you, baby," he murmured, his lips grazing her skin.
"And the way you licked me before! Jerry's never done that."
"You said you didn't want to talk about Jerry," he reminded her.
"I don't. Oh, get hard, you big dong!" She was pulling at it, rubbing the foreskin up and back on the head. "There's a way you could make it hard in a hurry," he said.
"How?"
"Suck it."
"Oh, I couldn't ... ! "
"How do you know? Have you ever tried?" "No, but I'm sure I couldn't."
"I thought I couldn't eat cunt until I tried it one time. And I liked it so damned much, no bedtime with a clean woman is complete any more unless I get my face down there."
"But neither of us are clean now."
"Yes, we are. The come's still fresh. Fresh come is nice to lick up."
"Oh, you're filthy!" she exclaimed, but she gripped him hard.
"Want me to show you how good it is?" he offered and, without waiting for an answer, he dived at her pussy.
He was amazing himself tonight, but he had spoken as he felt right now.
His thumbs spread the slippery flanges of her cunt, opening her rosy slit wide, and he placed his mouth right over the wet, warm chasm. He suctioned up a mouthful of come and cunt juice then let his tongue lap deeply inside, again and again.
Helen was crying and squirming and bicycling her black-stockinged legs in the air.
His prick began to harden, so he stopped eating her twat. He wanted her to complete the job of stiffening his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she panted passionately as he raised his head and looked at her. "I'm ready to go again ... would you believe that? ... I'm ready to go again already!"
"Then get me ready," he requested, "and we'll screw up another storm."
"I'll try," she said, rising and squirming into position. "I want to."
"I know you do, baby," he murmured, gently pushing her head down. "Hot women always love it, and you're hot!"
This pleased her. She took his half-hard cock between her thumb and forefinger, slid the skin back off the head and got close.
"It smells...! " she protested mildly.
"Sure. It smells good. Just let it slide into your mouth, and it'll taste even better."
She did it. And from the way she responded when she had the head of his cock on her tongue and her lips warmly clamped behind the corona, she seemed to be responding perfectly to his suggestion. She did seem to like it. She began to suck energetically, and his cock swelled. The head quickly grew to fill her mouth and the shaft stiffened into an iron-like column.
Andy writhed. He was in paradise with her mouth around his pecker. He wanted to keep it there and to reach a climax with her this way. But he didn't dare do that. She wanted and needed another hot screwing, and she wasn't ready to eat his stuff yet.
He reached down, grasped her gently under the jaws and lifted her head from him. His cock bobbed free.
"Oh, it's so big and beautiful!" she cried. "And it even tastes good. I love it!"
"Climb on top of me," he said, "and we'll screw like this."
"Yes ... yes."
She mounted him eagerly and took all of his sturdy cock up her slick, warm pussy. She began to move right away, riding him with joyous abandon.
This time she sat straight up, and he was able to bounce and play with her tits to his heart's content as she posted and rotated on his upstanding rod. It was a wonderful screwing, and it lasted for a very long time.
She came well ahead of him and squealed as she bounced fiercely for a few moments. Then she emitted a deep sigh and slumped forward.
"Hey, baby, we're not through yet," he said, getting a grip on her sides. "Stick your legs straight down and we'll roll over."
She obeyed and he rolled her onto her back, with him landing on top-his cock still deeply imbedded within her. Immediately he began to move it, stroking up and down, in and out of her cunt.
She gave him nothing in return for a while. He pumped slowly, deeply and steadily, pacing himself. As she began to respond once more, he speeded up. He sprawled on widely placed elbows and palmed both her tits as he stroked hard and fast.
He gave those titties hell with his hands while his cock danced up and down in her snatch. Now she was with him once more-fully with him. He screwed her hard and they came together.
It was perfect bliss.