Chapter 3
When the door chimes sounded at one-thirty the following afternoon, Cindy jumped up from the sofa where she had been trying to keep her mind on an article in a woman's magazine.
She rushed to the door and opened it.
Ray stood there, smiling at her, and her heart lurched, then raced happily.
"Hi, love," he said softly. "I promised I'd be back."
Strangely, now that the moment had arrived, there was no conflict in her mind about what she would do. She opened the door immediately and said, "Come in."
He did. As soon as she had closed the door, he grasped her into his arms. She came eagerly, her mouth opening as his lips clamped onto hers. Her tongue surged into her mouth and she moaned happily.
Her vagina began to burn. Her nipples perked up. His hands spread fire up and down her back. Her belly writhed against him. She gloried in the pressure of his penis on her mound.
Across the court of the U-shaped apartment house, a slim, dark-haired woman turned from her living room window and thoughtfully strolled to the kitchen where she poured herself a cup of coffee.
It was that magazine salesman-the impudent fellow she had sent packing the day before yesterday. He had called on Cindy Mitchell shortly after he had left her door. He had been in Cindy's apartment for quite a while and, as he left, he had been smiling. Now he was back there.
He hadn't come to deliver any magazines, that was for sure. And it wasn't-likely he would hit a customer for a new order just two days after he had made the original sale.
So, what was he doing, anyway?
Naughty thoughts played in Tina Carter's mind. She wished she could look into that apartment. Something was going on there which would be entertaining to watch.
She wouldn't have suspected Cindy of playing around with a door-to-door salesman if she hadn't seen the evidence with her own eyes. Cindy had always seemed so sweet and proper. But Tina knew enough about life and people to realize that externals were deceiving.
What would Cindy's big, handsome lug of a husband do if he were to find out what was going on?
Oh, my! That would be a time, wouldn't it?
Tina sat at her table, sipping coffee, and thinking about the situation in the apartment across the court.
In that apartment Cindy was offering no resistance, and the only factor which held Ray up at all was his desire to derive fuller and greater enjoyment of her this time, for this time would be the last. He couldn't afford to take the chance of returning again.
They were in the bedroom, lying on the bed. He had kicked off his shoes, but otherwise they both remained fully dressed. But Cindy's clothes were not exactly fulfilling their functions of cover or concealment, for Ray had pulled her skirt and lacy slip up and was petting her plump buttocks through her panties. At the same time, he had his face inside the top of her dress, which he had opened, and he was circling her thick, high-standing nipple with the point of his tongue. (Again Cindy had worn no bra.)
Thrills hammered through her. Eyes closed, she breathed between parted lips and made excited little sounds every now and again. She didn't want to look. She didn't want to think. She wanted only to feel and know and respond to this wonderful new lover.
Ray's hand stroked her pliant buttocks with the thin nylon briefs stretched across them. He stopped stroking and patted them. The buttocks quivered delightfully against his hand.
This babe had the ass of a teen-ager, he decided. Well, she was perhaps only a couple of years out of her teens.
He was twenty himself, but experience had made him a great deal older. Having had a lot of experience with females was something like having gone through a war. A man was exposed to the nitty-gritty of life in either case.
Ray worked his hand under one of the elastics which slid upward across Cindy's buttocks, and he held her smooth and springy buttock in his hand. He squeezed it a little, letting his fingertips settle into the crack between the twin, rounded loaves of flesh.
She began to pant louder.
He took her nipple between his lips and sucked it very gently, drawing his lips back and letting it go, then capturing it and drawing his lips back again. This time, after he let it go, he nuzzled it with his nose, bending the wet, rubbery stalk this way and that.
"Oooooh, Ray ... ooooooh..."
Her hand, of its own accord, foraged downward to the front of his pants and rubbed the bulge his urgently pressing penis formed. But he was willing to let that cock stay cooped up a little longer. He wanted to make Cindy so hot that she would take it out and, after she took it out, he hoped to get her to put her mouth around it. Of course, she might not do that. Some girls wouldn't, no matter how hot they got. But it always felt so damned good to have his cock sucked by an eager babe that he tried to maneuver them into performing the act, if possible.
Ray didn't care for suck-offs, though. There was only one place for his pecker when the time came to ejaculate and that was in a hot, slippery cunt. He was a square to that extent.
He slid his mouth from the tip of one of Cindy's titties to the other. As he clamped onto that one and began to suck slowly, he allowed his fingers to deepen their penetration of her ass crack. The tip of his middle finger touched her puckery little ass-hole.
Cindy bumped spastically. No man had ever touched her there before. She was amazed and thrilled to discover how erotically sensitive that spot was.
Ray stroked her anus with the tip of his finger-up and down across it, and around and around-while he continued to suck her nipple.
She was flying. Blindly. Deliriously. Her body was totally athrob. Her vagina was so hot and moist, it felt like a steamy swamp. Ray ran his fingertips forward between her legs and tickled the wet, plushy vulva with its blanket of matted hairs.
"Oooh ... uuuuh ... God!" Cindy was gasping. "Undress me!"
"I've got a better idea," Ray murmured as he lifted his mouth from her tit. "Why don't you undress me first?"
She whined, "Ooh, I don't waaant to! I want you to strip me now."
"Very well," he said.
He would take advantage of that operation to make her even hotter than she was. Pretty soon she would want him so strongly, she would do anything he asked. Or almost anything, anyway.
He sat up and brushed the top of her dress wide open so that he could see the beauty of her tits. What lovely tits they were! They puffed out, round and dome-like but lusciously soft. They were creamy-smooth with only the faintest suggestion of veins beneath the surface. Cindy's nipples were very tall after the good tonguing and sucking Ray had given them, and they were rosy-red. One of them still gleamed with the moisture from his mouth. The roughened circles which surrounded them were puffed up slightly and nearly as bright red as the tips.
Ray took hold of those titties and caught the tall nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He rolled the nipples as he shook the full tits back and forth. They wobbled just enough. There was certainly nothing loose about them.
"Uuuuuuh..." she moaned passionately. "Take all my clothes off!"
Her eyes remained closed, her pink lips parted. There was a rosy flush to her cheeks. Her blonde hair spread against the pillowcase as she turned her head from side to side.
Ray quickly bent and opened the remaining two buttons on her dress front, then worked the dress off her shoulders. He gripped it at the sides and pulled it down, out from under her rump, which she raised to help him.
Her half-slip had pulled partway, exposing the top of her matching pink nylon pants. The pants were so sheer, he could see her belly button through them. It was a cute little belly button. He wanted to kiss it.
He pulled her slip down. Cindy parted her thighs as soon as the slip was gone, and Ray noted how wet the crotch of her panties was.
He bent and hooked the panty top away from her belly and began to lick the smooth, soft flesh around her navel.
Cindy whimpered and pushed her belly against his face.
She was on kind of a plateau of excitement right now. Ray's licking of her belly was not quite as stimulating as his tonguing of her nipples or caressing her between the legs, so her progress toward the apex of passion had been stayed for the moment. She was languishing pleasurably but not in the grip of the urgency she had felt before.
Ray had two fingers hooked around the top of her panties, and he kept stretching the elastic, pulling the panties lower and lower as he browsed over her belly to his heart's content.
There had been several occasions, shortly after she was married, when Don had kissed her around the navel-quickly, before he mounted up. He hadn't made a move to go farther, and the possibility that a man would do so was not real to her. She had heard of cunnilingus and fellatio, of course, as she had heard of Esperanto and slave-trading, but they were things that had no reality to her. No one she knew engaged in them, and surely...
Her entire attitude underwent a stunning change as Ray pulled the front of her panties farther down and began to nuzzle into her blonde, curly fluff.
"No! Ooh, noooh!" she cried, and tried to grasp his head to pull him up.
But she couldn't get hold of him, He was sliding farther down as he gripped her panties with both hands and pulled them low on her hips.
He was well into her fluff now, but just at the top of her split. She wasn't wet up there. But she was marvelously fragrant.
Ray enjoyed the scent of fresh, young pussies. Not every guy did-or would let himself do so-but Ray was an independent sort. He liked what he liked and wasn't afraid to admit it.
Cindy panted and whimpered wildly. Her belly tried to bump up and down, but Ray managed to hold it pretty steady. There was one thing he would have to do, however, before he could enjoy her as completely as he wished. That was to remove her rolled-down briefs and get her thighs widely parted. So he raised his head momentarily.
He glanced at Cindy's face and saw that her eyes were open now and she was gazing at him in a way which was almost frantic.
He smiled. "Ever had that before, love?"
"Noooh."
"Want me to do it more?" "No!"
"Liar," he laughed.
"Ooh, Ray, please! Love me!"
"There you go again, speaking in euphemisms."
"Then screw me! Oh, damn it, screw me!"
"That's better," he grinned. "But I'm not going to screw you just yet. There are things besides screwing, you know."
The free use of that forbidden word, back and forth, turned her on tremendously, as did his suggestion about what he was going to do next. But she could hardly believe it. Surely he wouldn't actually place his mouth on her.
No! Oh, she couldn't let him, even if he wanted to.
But this resolution proved as impossible to keep as her earlier one that she wouldn't see Ray any more. As soon as he had her briefs off and her thighs shoved wide apart, he could no more be stopped from bowing his head into the delightful valley between them than the sun could be kept from rising.
The rosy petals of Cindy's cunt were running with love juice. Her little slit was open, flaring for his prick. But it was going to receive his tongue first. Right down into it.
When she felt his head dive between her thighs and, a split second afterward, felt his face mash fully against the wet, throbbing membranes of her vulva, Cindy shrieked and bumped her crotch against him. The mad, blinding thrill kept up as his lips worked in her fragrant pocket, nudging her pussy petals apart, making her hole conveniently available to him. And then he sank his tongue, sliding it in between her labia minora.
"Ooooooooh!" she cried and went into orgasm, bumping and sobbing and shuddering all over.
Ray kept licking and licking, in and out of her sweet, juicy cunt. Cindy's orgasm continued, shaking her sanity to its very foundations. She squealed and cried wildly. He rounded out her luscious come by licking up across her madly tingling clitoris and twirling it.
By the time her spasms eased off, she was blissfully satisfied.
Ray lifted his head and smiled down at her. "Was it good, baby?"
"Ooh, Ray! Oooh, dar-ling ... lover ... angel...! "
She reached up and grasped him with her arms, pulling his face down to hers. She kissed all over his face and tried to wind her legs around him. But he was still fully clothed, and he didn't want her pussy juice smeared on his pants' front, so he held her away gently.
"Undress me now," he breathed at her ear. "Take all my clothes off."
"Yes ... oh, yes, angel!"
From the way she sounded she was going to he his slave for life. That was what good cunnilingus could accomplish, Ray had discovered quite some time ago. In Cindy's case, he hadn't been able to give her a really good and complete treatment. She had come too soon. But she was very satisfied, and that was what counted.
He was happy, also, to have eaten at least a short meal at her Y.
She did undress him. Eagerly.
She drew his sweater-like shirt off, unbuttoned the top of his pants, lowered the zipper on his fly f rubbing the swelling of his cock with the back of her hand as she did so), and pulled his slim trousers away.
She gazed down at the hump in the front of his jockey briefs. The white knit fabric was wet where the tip of his peter pressed.
Cindy was in a peculiar state right now. She had been satisfied in a grand way, and yet she hadn't lost her interest in more sex. The satisfaction she had derived was of a strange new kind. It had been intensely good, at the moment, but it hadn't involved the forceful filling of her body with a man, and that particular exercise was essential.
She looked down now in fascination at the evidence of Ray's arousal, and she was stimulated by the thought that in just a moment she would pull his briefs down and bare the sword of his manhood-the filling instrument which was meant to drive within the body of a woman, her body, to give her the deepest and most lasting satisfaction.
First, she pressed her palm against the swelling in his briefs. As she felt him throb and her palm became wet, she jerked her hand away.
"What's the matter?" he asked, smiling up at her.
"You. Your ... your thing. How alive and wild it is!"
"It's a cock. Say that."
"Cock." She blushed.
"Take a look at it."
Tentatively, almost fearfully, she gripped the top of his jockey briefs and drew them down, lifting the elastic so that it would clear his risen tool. As soon as she had bared the penis, she sucked in her breath.
"Keep going," he said. "Pull my shorts all the way off."
She pulled them along his thighs and lower legs, continuing to gaze at his penis all the while. It had stiffened and was leaning a little to the side, something like the Tower of Pisa, she thought.
He lifted each leg to help her remove the briefs from his feet. Then he opened his thighs so that she could get a good view of his balls.
Still blushing and feeling a rising tide of excitement, Cindy did gaze at his balls and almost fearsome cock.
"Play with me," he directed softly.
"Ooh, nooooh..." She kept gazing. "Play with me,' he said again, with stronger emphasis this time.
She started to reach out, then stayed her hand. "Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"Just play, Stroke. Fondle. Kiss ... if you like."
His last words were like a stiletto in her brain. Kiss! Oh, God! She couldn't kiss it. She couldn't! That was nasty and perverted and...
But he had kissed her down there. He had licked in and out of her organ.
She put out her hand and watched as her slim, white fingers curled around his standing penis. She squeezed and felt the big, thick organ throb.
"Ooh, Ray...!"
"like it?"
"Yesss!"
"Then kiss it."
"Noooh."
"Why not?"
"I couldn't."
"Try."
Face to face with the challenge of fellatio, like this, a girl had to think in a way she had never thought before.
Cindy's vagina was growing moister. A tingle played through her body, along the network of her nerves.
She wondered what it would be like to put her mouth around that plum-like knob at the top of his ... cock. (She would think cock. Why not? Cock!)
"Go ahead," Ray urged softly. Amusement mingled with his excitement as he watched her in the throes of this great decision.
He knew that once she had sucked cock, she would do it again. And she would suck cock today. Give her just a few more moments. She wanted to. All that was necessary was for her to overcome what remained of her shattered inhibitions.
Just think, he thought. A dozen or more men, who might have their.cocks sucked by her before she was through, would owe him a debt of gratitude for breaking her into the practice.
"Get with it, baby," he said with gentleness in his tone, and a slight trace of merriment, too.
She leaned closer.
Her heart thudded. The scent of him drifted up to her. Oh, that was wild! Could she take it? Was she ready?
Ray could have gripped her head and thrust her down to him, but that might have boomeranged. It was better to let her take her time. She was getting around to it.
Patience, man.
She leaned closer, holding his prick straight up with her forefinger and thumb around its base.
"Just rub it against your lips," he purred, as if from far away. His voice had to filter through the buzzing in her ears. "You don't have to take it in your mouth. Just rub it against your lips and lick it a little."
Ray knew that the chick who licked cock would suck cock. Try to keep her from it!
"It's so ... it's so fierce-looking!" she breathed.
"Nonsense. It can't hurt you. It's for love."
"It's ... twitching."
"It wants your lips and tongue."
"Oooh, Ray!"
"Do it, love. Lick it. I want you to lick it. Please me.
"Ray..." she breathed heatedly, and then her face was against it. She moaned hungrily as she swabbed it back and forth against her lips.
Take it, sweet bitch! Ray thought. Take it in your MOUTH!
He had a great urge to jam the prick upward and sink it between her lips, but he was afraid that would scare her. Anyway, she was coming around. He only had to be patient for a few more moments.
"Mmmmmm ... mmmm mmmm ... uuuuuuuuh..." she said as she rubbed the tip of his pecker back and forth in the soft groove of her closed mouth.
There wasn't much taste. Nothing too strong. It was a subtle, slightly sharp quality, coupled with a wild aroma.
Her blood throbbed harder. Her nerves tingled. Her vagina burned.
She let out her tongue and experimentally swabbed it over the head.
Ray's eyelids fluttered and he tensed up.
She LIKED the taste of it! She wanted more. She wanted it all!
With a growl in her throat, Cindy opened her mouth wide and slid it down completely over the fist-like knob of flesh. It bumped her palate and filled her mouth completely. Jesus! Oh, God! Lord in heaven!
"Suck, baby, suck!" she heard Ray tell her from far away.
She sucked. She moaned. She ran her tongue around on the cock.
"Bob your head, slow and easy," she heard and she obeyed.
She bobbed her head as she sucked. She flickered her tongue against the tip of the wonderful cock.
Now the taste and smell of it filled her and made her wild with passion.
She had thought of top-riding Don, but she never had. She would top-ride Ray. She couldn't spend another moment sucking his cock, because she had to feel that big, beautiful throbbing thing inside her!
She raised her head. Her face was rosy and passionately fierce as she charged forward atop the man. He laughed joyously and grasped her, steadying her as she let herself down on his staff.
The head she had been sucking broke through the velvety, moist orifice of her vagina and slid way up into her to throb happily in her belly.
"Ray! Oh ... Ray ... oh ... God!"
She went wild atop him, wilder than she had ever been in her life. She seemed to move in all directions at once, sitting up, her thighs sprawled wide, her hips grinding and posting, her tits swinging and bouncing, her hair whipping about her head.
Ray grasped her tits and played with them roughly as she screwed. The rougher he got with them, the better she seemed to like it. He bounced them, slapped them, pulled them and rolled them. He gripped the nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and used those little rosy handles to swing the taut, full boobs.
Finally she fell forward against him and panted and cried as she bounced and ground her hot cunt around his pulsating pecker. He began to rock up and down, bunting the bottom of her well with his cock head.
This was it!
This was swinging, grooving, making it big!
He had blown his chance to sell some magazines this afternoon, but he had gained something greater than gold. It took a young man of Ray Dickenson's perception and sensitivity to appreciate the true value of things.
When the explosion came, it struck both of them at the same time. Ray felt like a blooming geyser as his hot cream spurted up inside her. She cried and sobbed and shook, exulting in those hot spurts. Her own thick, slippery come gushed down around the trunk of his twitching prick and flowed like lava through his curling hairs and over his balls.
Male and female achieved utter peace.
It was nirvana.