Fuck the Hot Secretary
Fuck the Hot Secretary - Sexy Secretary
Whenever Cindy smokes grass she gets horny. Most everything makes her
horny but grass makes her lose control. For that reason I rarely let her
near my stash, but it was hot outside, life was boring, and any diversion
was welcome. I hadn't had a case in two weeks and my private eye's badge
was getting tarnished. So I sat on the couch opposite my black secretary
and watched her smoke one joint after another.
She had on tight jeans and one of those halter tops with a Mickey Mouse
emblem on the front. Her hair had been corn-rowed to make her look even
more streamlined than usual. I admired Cindy but she was a slut. Already
her hands were getting restless. Those long black fingers seemed to walk
around on the couch, looking for a place to alight, and suddenly they crept
up her thighs, up her belly, right to her tits. For a moment they caressed
those full, medium-sized orbs and then she wrenched them away to roll
another joint.
"I think you've smoked enough," I cautioned her.
"Fuck off, Joe," she said nonchalantly. I knew she didn't mean it the
way it sounded. Her deft fingers rolled a three-paper joint and she lit it
lasciviously. A slight thrill ran through my scrotum. Her fingers had
handled my cock just as deftly in the past and it had fitted between her
full lips just as nicely as that thick joint. She drew the smoke in deep
and her free hand came to rest between her thighs. Her jeans were so tight
that the outline of her cunt was indecently visible. Her pussy had lips as
full as those on her face, thick brown ones that parted to any finger,
tongue or dick in creation. I sighed and accepted the proffered joint.
Grass did nothing for me, I only smoked to be sociable. Cindy always made
it seem as though it was obligatory. She took the joint back and rolled
her tongue around the moistened end of it. Her almond-shaped black eyes
bored straight into mine while her thick tongue wallowed around the
cigarette, and the hint wasn't lost on me. I did enjoy it whenever she
made her tongue about my glands.
"Nice," she breathed, waving the joint about absently. Her other hand
was openly rubbing her crotch now. I took a couple of deep tokes and held
the acrid smoke down as long as I could, the way she said I should. My
head felt lighter but that was it. Not worth fifty bucks an ounce, that
was for sure. "Mmmm-mmmm!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and grinning
widely. "Oh, what this shit does to me! They should make this stuff
illegal for innocent young girls like me! Hey, Joe, is it getting to you
yet?"
"I think I'm too high on life to get off on marijuana," I said. My eyes
were fixed on that slender black hand moving up and down against the crotch
of her jeans. For some reason that intrigued me, especially when the faded
blue turned dark with juice around her cunt. Cindy knew I was looking. I
tried to look away, to change the subject, but it was as if there was a
magnet in her cunt and a block of steel in my head! I kept moving closer
and closer, my eyes bulged out, and before I could get a grip on myself I
was on my knees between her legs, watching that hand moving around. "Oh,
Jesus!" I heard myself say.
"Yeah, baby, it's good! Come closer, watch what I do to myself," she
said, rubbing harder. My nose almost touched her hand. I could smell the
heady scent of her cunt, I was ready to give in-and then she pushed me away
and started to roll another joint.
I sat back down and did my best not to get angry. Joe McCanoczek, the
best private eye in Beverley Hills and employer of Cindy, sought after by
women everywhere: was I going to let this tramp push me around? She was
kneading her tits now, a joint stuck in her mouth, great clouds of smoke
wreathing about her face, and her pussy was bobbing up and down, pushing
out at me. Ah, what the hell, she was a good kid at heart. But I was wary
of the tender trap this time, she was full of tricks. All by herself she
started to make love. It was great to watch, even if I had seen her do it
a hundred times before. Her fingers closed around her tits and squeezed
them through her top, slow, easy, moving down to come back up under the top
for more caresses and nipple pinching. Her face was hard to see through
the haze of smoke. She was breathing the stuff in like it was fresh air.
Now her hands moved down along her flat, hard belly, taking their time and
taking their toll on me. She passed the joint to me and undid her jeans. I
kept puffing away at the roach and watched. Cindy had some body. As the
jeans moved down around her hips she lifted her ass and pushed the garment
all the way over her ass and down her thighs. Her stomach muscles hardened
for that brief moment, holding her up while both hands pressed into the
soft flesh of her cunt before going on with the process of stripping.
The joint burned my lips. With a curse I threw it aside and lay back on
the couch. There, at the French windows, was my chauffeur, Vinnie the
self-abuser. The disgusting creature had his reddened dick out of his
pants and was stroking it with abandon, his rat's eyes fixed on Cindy's
restless hands. I returned my attention to Cindy. She had taken her top
off so that she could be naked and free. Another joint had materialized.
She smoked it with one hand and let the other one wander about her body at
will. It paused briefly at her breasts to squeeze them forcibly, then down
along her belly, back to her pussy, always everything came back to her
pussy. One long, black finger crept down between the corkscrew curls and
parted the magenta lips slightly to get to her clitoris. It was as though
she was touching me! My cock reared up and, like a retriever, it pointed
right at her cunt I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could taste her!
Quickly I slipped out of my clothes and sat next to her. I took the
joint from her fingers and stubbed it out, then pressed a crushing kiss to
her lips. She responded wholeheartedly. Her arms wrapped themselves about
me and pulled me over so that I ended lying half on top of her, half off
the couch. My cock pressed against her flesh not far from her pussy and
somehow my face got down between her tits. How delicious they were! Never
had my mouth been so receptive. The taste of her nipples burned through me
as if I'd swallowed a rare delicacy. I couldn't understand it Even the
sensory nerves in my fingers were ten times as sensitive as usual. I only
had to touch her skin, any part of it, and my fingers felt like they were
about to shoot a load! With a moan of surrender I let gravity pull me down
on my knees and her cunt pulled my face into its moist enclosure to hold it
fast while my tongue dug into her tender flesh.
Cindy sat back and crowed her pleasure to the world. Her legs were as
far apart as they could be and one finger titillated her clitoris in time
with my tonguing. Her juices spilled over and along my tongue and seeped
past my throat, a rivulet of tasty olive juices that seemed to run right
down into my balls and swell them further. My hands ran along the outsides
of her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh of her cheeks. Cindy's ass had
always been her salient feature. It was narrow to look at from the front,
but a side view revealed a fine, firm bulge of flesh pushing backward, two
of them pressing against each other for support; and when she walked it
looked like she had two soccer balls sewn under her dark brown skin,
because her cheeks didn't slop from side to side or fold into themselves,
they just moved with a capital MMMM!
But, firm as they looked, those buns were soft and pliant, the kind you
want to squeeze right off. I tried, but the harder I squeezed the more she
liked it My fingers dug into her deep flesh and pulled her ass away from
her cunt so that her pussy opened before me cavernously. It resembled the
inside of a peach, all pink and edible, and I pushed my face deep into her
mickey to slobber up every last drop of juice trapped inside her lips. "Oh
Joe!" she groaned, pulling her slit upward out of sheer perversity. "Eat
me, Joe, bite me, tongue me, I love it! Yes, dig into my cunt, make me
come my brains out! OH JOE, YES, YES, DON'T STOP NOW, EAT ME, EAT ME,
OOOOOHH JEEESUS! I LOVE IT!!" Her hands got hold of my head and pushed it
down between her thighs, and her loins moved forward to feed me more, and
then her body began to undulate greedily, chafing her curly pubic hair
against my cheeks, forcing her cunt around the tip of my nose, squeezing
her juices out into my mouth; and all I could do was eat, eat, and eat!
She came several times in quick succession, shuddering and yelling
hoarsely. She could have put up with my tongue in her snatch all day but I
was getting tired facial muscles. Besides, I was the boss, why should I do
all the work? I stood up and rested my hands on my hips. "How about
giving me a little feedback?" I asked, though it was less of a question
than a command. Cindy smiled and ran her fingernails lightly over the taut
skin of my cock.
"I thought you'd never ask, Joe," she said. "Come on, sit down, make
yourself comfortable, you know I like to take my time over your dick." I
did as I was told, stretching out over the couch and closing my eyes, ready
for my treat. Cindy was a great blow job. Her mouth deserved to be
preserved in the Smithsonian. Just the touch of her tongue against my
glands was enough to send cold shivers through my overheated body. The tip
of her abrasive tongue dragged about the tip of my cock, slow and easy,
putting on the pressure, rolling from side to side like a happy slug.
"I've never seen you so hard!" she said, running her lips down the side of
my dick. "Leisure agrees with you, I think."
"Shut up and suck," I told her. Vinnie stood behind Cindy as she bent
down over my dick. His beady eyes were fixed on her ass, crawling up her
pussy and anus, and his hand was a blur along his stiff cock. "And you!" I
yelled. "Don't you have anything to do? Can't you polish the car or
something?"
"I waxed the goddamn thing three times already," he said, without taking
his eyes off Cindy's ass. "What do you want me to do, take it back to the
metal?"
I muttered something and tried to get my mind back on what Cindy was
doing. That wasn't hard. Her nimble tongue lapped at my dick with quick,
short thrusts, stimulating every part of it in no time at all. Then,
taking my head between her lips, she lowered her face so that all of my
cock disappeared. It was one of her best tricks. Eight inches of
rock-hard meat were swallowed like they were an hors d'oeuvre! She drew
back slowly, all the way to the end, and there it was again, towering, wet,
light brown with a pink knob. It quivered in the air for a second before
Cindy took it down her throat again. She started to move her head up and
down more quickly, fucking her own face with my dick, and all I could do
was moan and take in more air to keep up with my rising passion. Her whole
mouth seemed to be pulsing and quivering around my cock, all of the soft
tissue and the warm spit in motion to regale my staff with the finest
sensations. And whenever she went right down on me her throat muscles
pulsed about my knob as though they wanted to swallow it. I couldn't take
this for very long, and Cindy knew it.
"Let me come in your mouth!" I said, driving my cock deeper into her
face. "I love it when you swallow it all."
"Only if you fuck me first," she said. She sat up and patted my cock
patronizingly. "That's fair, isn't it? Here, have a drag on this, that'll
help to make up your mind." She lit another joint, drew half of it down
into her lungs, and passed the rest on to me. I didn't want it but I
smoked it to get on her good side. Cindy could be a real bitch if she felt
like it. But she was determined not to suck me off all the way, and so
there was nothing for it but to let her squat on top of me. It wasn't a
bad substitute, really. Her cunt was surprisingly tight for a woman who
fucked day and night, and when it was right over my cock she moved her
muscles inside so that my cock got her pussy confused with her mouth.
I held her by her magnificent buns and helped her as she bobbed on top
of me. Her full tits swung from side to side, she bit her bottom Hp, and
both hands rested on my chest as she worked her cunt up and down my dick.
It looked good from any angle. My cock looked white next to her deep brown
skin, and it pushed into her hairy maw bravely each time she came down over
it. Then, when her hips rose, it reemerged, a little oilier, a little
harder, and ready to dive into her warm body again.
"How's that?" she said, grinning at me. "Isn't that better than getting
blown? I like it when you fuck me, Joe, it means you care about me."
"Like hell it does." Strange things were happening inside me. The more
I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her. It wasn't enough to be lying
on my back and holding still for her to go through the motions. I wanted
to plant it up her, plow and rut, and I wanted to do it right away.
Without warning I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her to one side
so she toppled off the couch. She cried out but before she could say
anymore I was on top of her, mounting her from behind like a horny goat;
and when my cock drove deep into her slavering pussy she became quiet
again. That felt better. I was on my knees behind her, pushing my cock in
from a low angle so I could see her pink, ragged flesh splaying to let me
in. Her black asshole peered at me cyclopically, so I poked a finger up it
Cindy gave me an ovation for that. My index hooked up inside her back
passage and tickled the strange, warm and moist configurations in there,
which caused her to buck wildly. I was in a daredevil mood for some
reason. Having plugged both holes I wondered what to do with my free hand.
Eventually I decided her cunt could take more, so I shoved a finger in
alongside my cock to finger and fuck her simultaneously.
Now she was really pretty to watch. With so much meat up her ass and
cunt she seemed to be torn between running away from it and sliding back
over it Her strong, broad-shouldered back flexed and twisted in indecision,
and now and then she looked around to make sure I wasn't about to add more
to her erotic burden. After a minute or so she started to get the hand of
it, no more ambivalence, just straight lust. "Fuck me, Joe, finger me,
fuck me, shove another finger up my ass-oh, that tickles, but don't stop!
You should feel how it tickles! Oh my God, I can't be coming again ...
no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOM OH CHRIST, JOE, RAVAGE ME!! YES, YES,
AAAAAHYESSssssss ..."
She faded away and I was left dangling from her orifices like an
unwanted appendage. To fill in the time I kept on fucking and fingering
her as before and it wasn't long before she revived. I removed my fingers
and just let my cock ride in and out of her distended pussy, content to
feel her flesh brush along the taut skin of my cock. There was no hurry,
no rush for the finish. I felt good all over, my body was in tune, I
wanted to fuck for the rest of the day. Cindy didn't do anything to
discourage me. She kept her ass cocked up at me and her legs apart, even
reached back and pulled her cheeks away from each other so that her cunt
hole would to too big to bring me undone. We were teasing each other at
this point, just shadow-boxing, but what contact there was excited us
beyond the ordinary. I closed my eyes and let my body take over, switching
over to automatic pilot in order to let the sentient part of me concentrate
on the subtle delicacies of her cunt.
And then, when I was least expecting it, something snapped in my balls
and I found myself hunching over, grunting, tearing into her with a wild
lust that must have been lurking inside me the whole time. I couldn't
stop, I was about to blow the works and my sole desire was to do it on the
grand scale. Cindy began to yell, she knew what was coming, and her hands
released her buns so that they clamped down over my cock and provided it
with that extra bit of friction. That did it. With a loud yell I let her
have it.
"In my mouth!" she cried. "Quick, put it in my mouth!"
I'd forgotten all about that. She pulled away from me and dove down on
my cock just as it released its second series of dollops. She caught them
neatly on her lips and licked them off to swallow it all. Before I could
spill any she took my cock deep inside her mouth and sucked on it to bring
every last drop up from my balls.
"And you don't get stoned," she said when it was all over. "Jesus, Joe,
if you only knew what grass does to you."
"I don't feel it," I said stubbornly. In fact my head seemed to be a
little askew and I wasn't too sure of the rest of my body. I got up and
Looked at Vinnie. He had deposited his feeble ejaculation on the carpet
and stood over it holding his raw cock in his hand, looking up at me as if
waiting for the same old reproach. For some reason he looked very funny,
and I started to laugh. It was the kind of laughter that propagates
itself. Once I'd started there was no way of stopping, and pretty soon I
was rolling on the floor, pointing at him and laughing myself silly. Cindy
joined in, then Vinnie saw the humor and began to cackle.
Luckily the phone rang or we might have done ourselves an injury. Cindy
struggled to her feet and answered it. "Joe, it's Mrs. Van de Kut's
secretary. She wants to know if you can see her this afternoon about a
case. What will I tell her?"
"Mrs. Van de Kut? Say yes," I said. "Jesus, I could use a job right
now, especially when a millionairess is asking."
"Mr. McCanoczek is free this afternoon. Three o'clock? Very well,
I'll tell him when he comes in." She put the phone down and grinned at me.
"It sounds like a big one," she said. "That secretary had the shakes!"
"I don't care if they want me to find their pet poodle," I said, "as
long as they pay and it keeps me busy. I'm going crazy just sitting around
the house with you two perverts."
"You love us both," said Cindy. "How long have we been working for this
uptight asshole, Vinnie? Must be near on ten years, right?"
"Must be, Cindy," said Vinnie. He had tucked his cock back into his
pants and almost looked human as he sat down on the couch beside her.
"He's just an uncut marshmallow, that's my opinion."
"Ten years! I must be crazy. Anyway, don't go taking me for granted,
I'm a man of many moods. You could be fired any day. Nobody's
indispensable."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Cindy, impatiently, "now go on up and shower.
It's two o'clock already."
Half an hour later Vinnie drove me to the exclusive section of Beverley
Hills, the part where only multimillionaires are allowed to live. The car
swept by palm trees and sprawling mansions, rolling lawns and vast flower
beds being tended by small, swarthy gardeners, sprinklers cast thin streams
of water far and wide, everything was peaceful and prosperous. One day I
wanted to be able to afford a house here, a place to loll about in and
hobnob with the smart set. But for the time being I had to be content with
my status as a private dick at the $200-a-day with-expenses level.
Mrs. Van de Kut lived in a palace that had been disguised by a plain
facade to fit in with the general condition of democracy. The moment I
walked inside I knew it was a feudal barony. The servants were all
subdued, half visible, going about their work with their shoulders pulled
up as though they were expecting a blow with a knout at any moment. The
marble floors, the objects of art, the ornate ceilings, all told me where
my place was. My fingers experienced a desperate urge to tug a forelock.
"Mr. McCanoczek?" A sophisticated woman swept along the marble and
fixed me with a haughty look. "I am Samantha, Mrs. Van de Kut's private
secretary. I have been told to tell you to relax for half an hour or so
until afternoon tea has been served. Mrs. Van de Kut is entertaining."
"She might have told me," I said. "This will go on her bill, you know."
"Mrs. Van de Kut will be upset," said the secretary dryly. "Come this
way, please." If I could have come that way I'd do nothing else; but I
swallowed the little quip and followed her into a room that was less
stately and more cozy, but still resembled a baroque ballroom. Samantha
pointed at some antique chairs and left me to sit and twiddle my thumbs.
A few minutes later a bright, girlish face appeared around the door.
"Hi!" she said, coming in and closing the door after her. "What are you
doing here? Waiting for my mother?" Was this Van de Kut minor? My eyes
travelled over her young body and my mouth watered. She was nineteen, give
or take a year, dressed in jeans and riding boots, a scarlet jacket, and in
one hand she held a riding crop. Her body was lean, a small ass and
slender thighs, but somehow her breasts had developed at their own pace.
They pushed out against her T shirt, arrogant and full, big nipples making
emphatic dents. She stood in front of me, hands on her hips so that her
jacket was pushed out of the way of her tits. I got the impression that
she was using her splendid tits to break the ice between us.
"My name is Joe," I said, after swallowing deeply. What was it with me,
anyway. My cock was hard, my breathing seemed inadequate to keep up with
my body's demands, all because a young girl came close. Was it the
aftereffects of the grass? "What's your name?"
"Martha," she said pertly. She sat down beside me and peered into my
eyes. "Do you have a hangover or have you been smoking?" I tried to deny
both, but she just gave me a mocking smile. "Your eyes are too bloodshot,
it must have been grass. Do you have any with you?"
"No, sorry, all gone."
"What a pity. I'm so bored!" She crossed her legs and leaned against
me. "Nothing ever happens in this house. My father's always away and
Mother's always entertaining. I wish I could go to boarding school like my
sister. But they won't even let me do that ... and you know why?" She
lowered her voice and looked around before answering her own question.
"Because they say I'm a bad girl!"
Now she had my full attention. "Bad in what way?" I asked.
"Do you want to find out?" When I nodded she beckoned for me to follow
her out of the house. The French windows led into the gardens, and at the
back of them stood a gazebo that was surrounded by trellises bearing a
heavy load of vines in flower. Martha checked to see if we'd been spotted,
and when she was satisfied that the gardeners were minding their own
business, she went inside and closed the door after us. "You know what I
like to do?" she asked, looking impish. "Try to guess."
I didn't know what to say. There were many vices that I wanted her to
have at that point but none of them seemed to fit in with that blonde,
innocent-eyed, angel face. She was extremely attractive, all the more so
because she was sitting in the dimness of the gazebo just where a beam of
sunlight could highlight her face. Now her eyes looked almost colorless,
glowing with light, and her cherub's mouth looked fuller and redder than
before. The shading also did wonders for her breasts. She took off that
scarlet riding jacket while waiting for my answer, and for a moment it
seemed as though her nipples were going to poke holes in her T-shirt.
"You like to blow men?" I asked in a fit of recklessness.
"How did you know! Did someone tell you about me? I bet they did. Men
are such gossips." She pouted unhappily.
"No, no one said a word," I assured her. "I just thought of what I
would most like you to do, and that was it."
"You like to get blown?" Her tongue ran along her lips and she came a
little closer. "I do love to do it Mother said I should remain a virgin
till I'm married, but she said nothing about my mouth. Can I do it to you,
Joe? I love the feel of cock between my lips, always have. Perhaps I
wasn't properly weaned." She laughed shortly at her own joke but then the
time for levity was over. Her hands strayed over to my lap where my cock
formed a thick ridge of flesh that bulged up under the material of my
pants. Briefly I wondered if this was worth risking a good job for. Of
course it was. Her face closed in on my lap and her long blond hair fell
over her face to make a little tent in which she could work in private.
Now nimble fingers were opening my fly. I sat back and marveled at my good
luck. She had my cock out and was nibbling at it in the confines of her
blondness, hidden from my view but making me very aware of her presence.
In my mind I could see those full lips circling about my glands as vividly
as I could feel them.
But I wasn't content to just sit there. I wanted to find out what the
rest of her was like, especially those outsized tits. While she sucked my
cock I rolled her T shirt up until it was bunched about just below her
shoulders. Even in that position her tits kept their shape, two full orbs
that fitted into my palms perfectly. Her nipples were bigger than before
and hard as rubber bullets. Squeezing them was pure joy-but what about the
rest of her? Those lean buns intrigued me, and I wanted to see how blond
her pussy would be. Martha made no attempt to stop me when I reached down
to undo her jeans. It was an awkward business to take off her clothes
without disturbing her delicious sucking. In the end she had to take a
break to help me out.
"You want to do it to me?" she asked, taking off her T-shirt and then
stepping out of her jeans. "Do men do that to girls, or are girls the only
ones who eat?"
"No, anyone can eat," I said. My hands came to rest on her hips and I
drew her toward me to illustrate my point. Martha grew shy for a moment
when I ran a finger down the length of her pussy. She blushed and tried to
draw away from me. But I held her tightly and kept caressing her cunt
until she understood what it was for. There was a small table behind her.
I made her sit on the edge of it and got down on my knees in front of her
to pay closer attention to her cunt. It was a gem, a teenage marvel. Her
pubic hair was sparse and golden, and it grew down the sides of her pudgy
little labia, to peter away before it reached her asshole. Her pussy lips
were slightly open and admitted a glimpse of the pink flesh inside. My
finger titillated her tiny clitoris for a moment before sliding down deep
between her lips. It pressed against that peculiarly convoluted area to
have it yield easily, gladly. Her flesh parted now to let the rest of my
finger slip inside her. Martha was still uncomfortable but she was also
very interested.
"How does that feel?" I asked her, pushing my finger in and out of her
moist pussy.
"Very nice," she said, "but my mother said I shouldn't let any man do
that to me."
"She's not here to see you, is she?" Martha nodded. That made sense to
her, and she relaxed more, giving in to the sensations my fucking finger
produced in her. My face came closer and closer, my tongue poked out and
there I was, for the second time that day, eating cunt. But how fresh and
firm this one was compared to Cindy's! Her juices tasted different, not
very sapid, but the fact that they were virginal made all my taste buds
stand up and take notice. I took my finger out of her cunt and put my
tongue up there instead to suck down more of her nectar. So subtle, so
sweet, thick drops of dew slithering down my tongue and right down my
throat. Martha leaned back and her sighs were heartfelt. I took her whole
cunt into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, then released it and
pursed my lips around her hard little clit. She had forgotten about
cocksucking, all she wanted now was to be eaten into oblivion. That was a
shame. My cock stood up in the air, quivering with impatience. Should I
fuck her? It would be lovely to stick my dick into that channel of tightly
packed flesh, to stir up more of her virgin's fluids and to see her
initiation into the wonderful world of sex.
"Do you want to do it?" I asked her, looking up from her pussy for a
moment. Martha was on her back on the table, her legs hanging over the
edge limply. She shook her head but both her hands came down to her pussy
and held it open for me. What did that mean? I decided to interpret her
gesture freely. With one quick motion I was on my feet and my cock pressed
into her cunt. My glands was almost inside her when she realized what was
happening.
"No!" she cried, sliding back on the table and throwing one leg over the
other for extra protection. "I told you not to do that to me! You can do
anything else but not that." She got off the table and stood in front of
me, close, her hand touching my ravening erection. "Besides, don't you
like what I do for you? Isn't that enough?"
"I guess so," I said, but deep down I was disappointed. The knell of
her teenage pussy still echoed through me. She was so deliciously tight,
so young, so fresh, and if I didn't fuck her someone else would. I wanted
to throw her back on the table and shove it into her all the way, and I
might have if she hadn't anticipated me. Suddenly she was on her knees,
this naked nymphet, and her mouth was around my cock again, and just as
suddenly I lost the urge to fuck.
She licked my dick all over and then pursed her lips around it and
slithered halfway down my cock. Her little hand closed around the base of
my stalk and started to jerk me off in time with her steady sucking. For a
girl her age she was very expert at blowing. In no time at all my cock
started to throb ominously, my hips began to jerk back and forth, and I
kept forgetting to breathe. My hands were on her shoulders, clutching at
her flesh while my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. She
couldn't swallow it all, not like Cindy, and so whenever I pushed she moved
her head back. But she made up for it by licking my cock with love and
moving my knob around her mouth so that her tender flesh brushed past it
and cajoled it into blowing.
Sperm burst from my balls. I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a
last reserve of strength I grabbed her head and poked my cock down her
throat. Martha was so busy swallowing and sucking that she hardly noticed.
The little girl had disappeared. Now there was a rapacious woman at my
dick, whose mouth resembled a vacuum cleaner and whose hands raked along my
ass in, convulsions of pleasure. She sucked and sucked until there was
nothing left, and even then she wasn't satisfied. I expected her to
withdraw and give me a break, but no, her mouth kept a firm grip on my dick
and her lips started to pulse around it like before.
"You're expecting too much from it," I cautioned her. Martha shook her
head and when I went limp she just swallowed all of me and suckled it
passionately. Warm spit flowed around it, her tongue lapped at my knob,
her teeth closed around the stem to tease and threaten me, and before long
new pulses of fife ran through my cock. I had to sit down. She followed
me on her knees and she held my dick between her teeth to warn me not to
escape. Once I was in position she rested her arms on my thighs and got
down to some serious sucking. Her pleasure was evident. While she had my
cock in her mouth her eyes shone and she moaned and wriggled about in her
private ecstasy. All she wanted me to do was sit and take it. I was up
for that
It took her longer to bring me off this time. My cock was less
sensitive, my balls had to be replenished; but that only made Martha work
harder. She kissed her way up and down my cock, licked my balls, swallowed
them, ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs, and when she had to
take a breather she closed her little fist around my cock and jerked me off
until she was ready to eat more. No one could withstand such a determined
assault. I could feel my toes tingle and curl, and then the rest of me
became very warm, sweat broke out on my brow, my hips got the twitches
again. Martha sensed it, too. She took my cock in her mouth and moved her
head up and down rapidly, jerking me off with her lips now. "Yesssss!" I
hissed, running my fingers through her golden locks. "That's the way, very
good, very good, here I come now, watch it UUNNNNHHH!" The shell slipped
into the breach and was projected against the roof of her mouth, small
stuff, the last of my virility. Martha swallowed it happily and stayed
down on me in case there was more to come.
"Listen, we really ought to be getting back to the house," I said when
it became clear that she had no intention of giving up. "Your mother will
wonder where we are."
"Oh yes, her," she said, releasing my cock at last. "She's always
spoiling my fun. Will you come back, Joe? We could have such a good time
together. Perhaps you could visit me at night, in my room. Wouldn't that
be nice?"
"I'd like nothing better," I said, "but let's find out what your mother
has in store for me first, shall we? Will you look what you did to my
cock. I think it died!" My dick dangled between my legs like a piece of old
meat, completely drained. Martha giggled proudly and patted it. "No,
don't touch it, I'm afraid it'll fall off."
When we were both dressed and respectable again we sauntered along the
lawns and admired the flowers to make our excursion look like one of an
horticultural nature. Lucky for us no one had noticed our absence. I got
back into the waiting room without Samantha's noticing it. And five
minutes later the regal private secretary announced that Mrs. Van de Kut
would see me.
CHAPTER TWO
Martha led me through the stately home, up to double walnut doors, where
we stopped. She knocked once and a strong voice told us to come in. "You
go," she whispered, and ran down the carpeted corridor. I squared my
shoulders and entered. Mrs. Van de Kut stood before tall windows through
which the sunlight flooded, giving her a clear view of me but giving me
nothing more than a silhouette. Nothing was said for a moment. Then she
came closer and inspected me with a frown on her face. She was a most
attractive woman, over six feet in height, icy blue eyes, chestnut hair
piled on her head, a massive bosom and full hips pushing at a long gown,
and she quite intimidated me. I did my best not to show it
"Sit down, Mr. Mac ... Mac ... oh, I'll just call you Mac," she said
brusquely.
"Thank you Mrs. Van," I said. She looked at me sharply but overlooked
my familiarity. Terms were discussed most cursorily. Mrs. Van sat on the
couch next to me. If it hadn't been for her regal demeanor I would have
sworn she was trying to seduce me. One of her hands rested lightly on my
shoulder and whenever she wanted to make a point clear she leaned toward me
so that her lips were far too close to mine-for comfort, that is. I
started to respond to her sensuality even though my cock was a ragged, limp
bit of meat that had done its duty four times in quick succession, and now
wanted only rest.
The man for this job must be trustworthy," she said in softer tones,"
stroking my chest nonchalantly. "He must be of strong moral fibre, a man
with inner strength. Are you such a man, Mr. Mac?"
"You've described me to a tee," I grinned weakly. Her hand was closing
in on my cock. Every part of me was aroused except that pitiful member.
There was nothing I could do about it, so I feigned indifference to her
advances and tried to listen to what she was saying. Her preamble went on
and on, just as her hands did. She caressed my cock openly now and weighed
my balls from outside my pants. A little later she undid my zip and
reached into my briefs to get at my cock. I was flushed with shame. How
could I explain to her that her daughter had blown me twice in a row and
had drained me utterly?
"Perhaps I'm not your type," Mrs. Van said suddenly, more to herself
than to me. She pulled away from me and tugged at a length of cord
dangling from the ceiling. A moment later a maid walked in. She wore the
uniform of the house, black on black with a little white apron, black panty
hose and black shoes. Underneath the trappings of a maid pulsed the body
of a beautiful woman, that much was clear. I eyed her with interest, just
as she eyed my wide-open fly. "Lorraine, would you close the door and take
off your clothes for this gentleman, please. I'd like to see his
response."
As if this had happened a thousand times before, the maid nodded and
carried out the woman's orders. She unbuttoned her dress once her apron
had been unpinned, and neatly draped both garments over a nearby chair.
Then, wearing only a bra and panty hose, she removed the little hat she
wore in her hair, and approached us. Mrs. Van put her hand back over my
cock and squeezed it slowly as we both watched the maid take off the rest
of her clothes.
My interest mounted by the second but that was all. Her big tits pushed
out at me, white and bulbous, capped by pink nipples set in wide pink
rings, and when she was sure she had all of my attention, she shook them
from side to side. Seeing tits is one thing, seeing them in motion quite
another. The sight of so much feminine wealth made me shake with lust. My
face literally ached to dive in between those vanilla puddings, to smother
myself and savor the smoothness of her flesh. She certainly gave me a
chance to do it but the limpness of my cock made me defensive. "Very
nice," I said with an approving nod, and I crossed my legs and lit a
cigarette.
The maid gave Mrs. Van a questioning look. The dowager nodded for her
to go on. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panty hose and
began to shimmy out of it. The way her hips rotated was delicious, and the
dark, triangular intimation of pubic hair under the stretch fabric set my
blood coursing through my veins. And still my cock played dead. Would it
ever rise again? Every inch of me was hard and hot except for that abused
member! The pantyhose slid down her hips, inch by inch, revealing more
white, smooth flesh, more than I could take! Now her brush of hair
emerged, further down, the deeper shadow of her slit appeared, I could see
it, I could taste it! But I couldn't do anything about it. She had only
to call my bluff and the jig would be up.
Finally she stepped out of the garment and paraded before me stark
naked. Each time she turned her back on me my hands itched to dig into
those heavy masses of flesh that made up her ass. With every step her buns
twisted and flounced, shook with sensual power, and then, as if that wasn't
bad enough, she liked to bend over a little so that the dense bush covering
her cunt sprouted out from her inner thighs, further still to make her cunt
part and afford me a glimpse of pink. I was trembling all over, pulling at
my cigarette and breathing in great lungs full of smoke to steady my
nerves.
"Remarkable self-control, Mr. Mac," said Mrs. Van. "Yes, I would say
you're the man for the job. Anyone who can resist Lorraine is definitely
not red-blooded. Sometimes I wish I wasn't, because I can never resist
this tasty wench. Come over here, dear, and massage me."
I expected the maid to grab hold of Mrs. Van's shoulders but instead
the naked woman kneeled down before her mistress, lifted the hem of her
long dress, and stuck her head under it. She moved her face right up to
the matron's crotch and clearly put her all into this oral massage. Mrs.
Van sat back and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and now and then,
but she was immobile for the rest. Lorraine did all the work and by the
sound of it it was a labor of love to her. Her head moved from side to
side and up and down under the dress, wet noises and smacking sounds
abounded, and Mrs. Van seemed to melt into a puddle of contentment. I
felt very peculiar. Lorraine's big, delicious ass was sticking out at the
world in general, anyone would be welcome at that point. And there I was,
next to my prospective employer who was getting her pussy eaten, with a
vacant cunt going begging, and all I could do was sit there and chain
smoke! It was the unhappiest half hour in my life.
"Oh dear!" I heard Mrs. Van say suddenly. "Stop, Lorraine, that's
enough now, oh my goodness, oh, oh stop, STOP, OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOHHHH
LORRAINE, NO MORE, OOOHH YEEEESSSSSSSS, UNH, UNH, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh,
lovely." Brisk, businesslike, she lifted her skirt, let the maid crawl out,
and resumed the conversation. "Let me feel," she said, sticking her hand
through my open fly and squeezing my cock. "Just as I thought, not a
reaction. Good, Mr. Mac, you're hired."
"This is a very unusual procedure," I said in a quavering voice.
"I'm sure. However, your job is to go to a girls' boarding school to
find out who kidnapped my daughter, Laurel. I wouldn't want a satyr to
take on that job, for obvious reasons."
"I see." Wow, that was a lucky break! A girls' boarding school! I
could just see Vinnie's face when he heard the news. And I could just see
my face, too. Quickly I pulled a serious expression over the gleeful one
and said: "But if your daughter has been kidnapped, why don't you contact
the police?"
"Nothing is certain in this case," said Mrs. Van with a disdainful
smirk. "No ransom notes have been delivered, all I know is that she's
missing and I want you to find her. The headmistress, a Miss Parsons, will
be notified of your arrival and she will find room for you to stay while
you conduct your investigation." The maid had dressed and left the room to
fetch us coffee. "You see, Laurel is the sole heir to the family assets,"
said Mrs. Van in a hushed voice. "She may have been persuaded to elope or
something dreadful, and in that case I don't want to bring the police into
it and alarm the news media. She would only get a reputation that would
attract other fortune hunters. You understand this case calls for
discretion, of course?"
"My specialty," I assured her. She supplied me with photographs, names,
and a generous down payment. An hour later I was back in the office
briefing my assistants. Vinnie almost jumped through the ceiling. Without
further ado he loaded the back of the car up with his snooping equipment
and as soon as he was done he positioned himself behind the wheel. Cindy
and I still were far from ready but Vinnie wanted to be sure that not a
second was wasted on account of him. When we drove away I had to slow him
down several times.
It was late in the evening when we arrived at the Moorehead School for
Young Ladies. The gatekeeper pointed the way to Miss Parsons' cottage and
we drove through dark, tree-lined paths to get to it. All about her
cottage were large, square buildings with lighted windows. The sound of
girlish laughter wafted through the peaceful air now and then, and we heard
dishwashers operating in the basements. Some dim, slender forms strolled
by the buildings, chattering, carrying books. I thought Vinnie was going
to jack off right there and then. Luckily Miss Parsons came out to meet
us.
She was a tall, angular woman with a lantern jaw, gold-rimmed glasses,
and a tight bun at the back of her head. When she spoke her lips hardly
moved. There was something bloodless about her and it was a testimony to
my recuperation that I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck
her. "Good evening," she said, "won't you come in. It's awful about the
Van de Kut girl and I want to assure you that I will help all I can."
We entered her immaculate cottage and drank tea with her while I tried
to find out what she did know. The result was nothing. The headmistress
wanted to be helpful but she was far more worried about something else.
"Look here," she said, "while you're conducting your investigation I
wonder if you could do me an enormous favor. You don't have to, entirely
up to you, but there seems to be a plague of criminality among the girls. I
don't quite know how to put it ... but rumors have reached my ears that
there's considerable self-abuse in the dormitories. If you would provide
me with a list of names of the perpetrators I would be ever so grateful."
She said it in deadly earnest. Vinnie's hands flew to his crotch and
Cindy covered her face to stifle her laughter. I kept a straight face and
said I would do my best to get the facts on that. "Of course we may have
to extend our investigation a. little," I said delicately. "I will need
your permission to spy on the dormitories at all hours and all that sort of
thing."
"Oh, permission granted!" said the headmistress, slapping her skinny
thighs and standing up to offer me her hand. "Complete freedom, Mr.
McCanoczek, absolutely!"
"Now if you'll show us our rooms," I said. Miss Parsons nodded and led
us to one of the large buildings. The staircase led up to the third and
top floor, passing corridors that rang with girlish voices, the odor of
soap and shampoo and the sound of rushing showers, along with a few
glimpses of girls in robes or in partial undress. I kept a tight grip on
Vinnie all the way to our rooms. At this stage of the game I certainly
didn't want him blowing it for us.
The rooms were on the same floor as the girls' rooms. The senior girls
had their own cabins, as Miss Parsons called them, and the juniors slept in
twenty-bed dormitories. It struck me as strange that the headmistress
would put us in with her charges, especially since we would have to use the
same shower and toilet facilities. I didn't question it, figuring she was
too otherworldly to know about sex. Much later I would discover that the
opposite explanation was true.
"So, here we are," I said to Vinnie and Cindy. Our rooms were connected
by side doors. Cindy took the middle room, as usual, and we stored the
equipment in my room because I had a wardrobe that could be locked. When
we were settled in we met again in my room and started to discuss tactics.
A knock on the door interrupted us.
"Hello, hello, hello!" said Vinnie when he opened the door to find a
lovely eighteen-year-old at the other side. "What might you be looking
for, my pretty!"
"Down, boy," I told him. The girl gave Vinnie a withering look and came
right toward me. She had on a robe that had been securely tied about her
willowy body. Long, blond hair fell over her shoulders, still damp from a
recent shower. Blue eyes peered into mine crossly.
"May I ask what you are doing here?" she asked imperiously.
I explained it to her in as few words as possible, meanwhile taking in
the intimation of firm tits under her terry cloth robe. She would do for
an entree. The proximity of so many young girls excited me. Not that I
seriously intended to chase after them. No, I had a job to do. But it
titillated me and then there were always surprises inherent in such a
situation. "Perhaps you could give me a lead on Laurel's disappearance?" I
said.
"Miss Parsons must be going mad," was all the girl said. She turned on
her heel and left the room.
"My goodness," Cindy commented, "what is this, a school for apprentice
princesses? Have you ever seen such a snotty little bitch, Joe?"
"I hope they're not all like that," I said, a sentiment that Vinnie was
quick to second. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower." I stripped and
wrapped a large towel about my hips, slipped into a pair of thongs, and
walked down the corridor toward the showers. At once dozens of heads
popped out of doorways and I found myself the object of everyone's
curiosity. Giggles, whispered comments, a few rude suggestions, followed
me along the corridor. I felt myself blushing. When I reached the door to
the bathroom I opened it a crack to check if anyone was inside. All was
silent "Fore!" I yelled, just to make sure. No response. At last I walked
inside and after a thorough check of the cubicles I let the towel drop and
turned on the water. I was hard as a rock for the whole time under the
shower. Anticipation, fantasies of girls entering the shower and removing
their clothes before they saw me, and just the knowledge of being in the
thick of teenage pussies kept me that way. Yet, as long as I took over
washing myself, nothing happened.
Before I could venture out into the open again I had to run cold water
over my stiff cock to get it down, and only then could I wrap the towel
around me again. This time no one was watching. I peered into a few of
the open doors -and saw the girls going about their business as if nothing
unusual was happening. They were playing cards, writing letters, doing
their homework, sleeping-it was infuriating! Even if I didn't want much to
happen, this much indifference depressed me. And if it depressed me, it
drove Vinnie to the brink of suicide. He made the trip to the showers and
back without anything happening. By midnight all the lights were out, and
in desperation he and Cindy went to their respective beds.
In spite of myself I kept the tight on for some time in the hope that
one of the girls would see I wasn't yet asleep. It was no use. No one
came near my room. In the end I turned off the light and turned over to go
to sleep. There wasn't a sound in the building. All those lovely girls
were resting for the next day of school. What did they know about men and
sex? After all, I told myself, this was a school for young ladies, and
young ladies weren't suppose to know about such matters. Certainly Miss
Parsons wouldn't tell them anything.
I had dozed off and was well on the way to the very depths of sleep,
when something aroused me. For the first few minutes I didn't know what it
was. I did notice that it was pleasant. Something warm snuggled up beside
me, smooth, too, and flaxen hair brushed past my skin. That meant it
wasn't Cindy. A small hand rubbed my belly. That did it. "Who's there?"
I asked.
"I'm Cissy," said a high pitched, girlish voice.
"Who?" I groped for the light switch and when my eyes had stopped
smarting I saw a small and very pretty girl in the bed beside me. "Hey, do
you want to get caught here? Go on, get out of here, get back to your own
bed!"
"Don't worry," she said, turning the light off. I turned it back on and
stared at her. What was her game? The bedclothes covered her up to below
her shoulders, and those shoulders were most affecting. She was nineteen,
give or take a year, a slender girl with big brown eyes and long dark hair,
her lips were full and her cheekbones were high, and one day she was going
to drive men wild. But until then she ranked as jail bait in my book and
she was also jeopardizing a very good job. On the other hand she felt very
nice beside me, and when the sheet slipped a little I saw two small, firm
breasts that made my mouth water. She must have seen how weak my flesh was
because she turned the light off again and snuggled up against me. I felt
her little hand reach for my cock. It was as hard as a board. Cissy
giggled and pressed herself against me so that the sparse down of her pussy
brushed against me.
"Ah, what the hell!" I said, and gave in to this young temptress. My
hands ran over her and experienced her slender, silken skin, her hard
little tits and her firm young buttocks, and now her arms embraced me and
her head pressed against my chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine.
Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her
little cunt-and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the touch,
its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot, moist, and slippery.
And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at my
disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a child with
a new toy. My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as normal and it
urged me to do something with it!
Suddenly I became suspicious. What if this was a practical joke and all
the girls were standing outside my door listening in? I pulled free from
Cissy's lascivious embrace and quickly padded over to the door, paused a
moment, then pulled it open. There wasn't a soul out there. I felt like a
fool Cissy turned on the light to see what I was doing, and as I made my
way back to the bed she remarked: "What are you worrying about? No one
knows I'm here."
"Why are you here?" I asked, getting back into bed.
"Please don't talk," she said softly, and her hands pushed away the
bedclothes to add weight to her point. I found myself gazing at the most
delicious young body I'd seen since my sister had grown into a woman.
Cissy stretched out like a contented cat and eyed me with a mixture of
mischief and horniness. She was toying with me but I couldn't do anything
about it. She was lovely! Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white
with pink and innocent nipples. Little desserts they were, all the whiter
for the rest of her body, which was evenly tanned. Down further there was
another white patch around her loins, and in the focal point of that part
of her rose her pubic mound. The bone thrust up from the concavity of her
belly, and it was adorned by a thin cover of dark hairs which did nothing
to conceal the full cleft of her pussy. I could hardly breathe. My cock
throbbed agonizingly. Cissy was wise beyond her years, it seemed, because
she rolled over and brought her mouth very close to my cock. I stared at
her in astonishment.
She took the flushed knob of my throbbing dick into her mouth, opening
wide to accommodate it, and did her best to take more than just my glands
inside. She was too small to do it but her attempts sent delicious chills
coursing through my whole body. The pressure on my knob was terrific. Her
lips were stretched about it tight as elastic bands, and the feeble play of
her tongue made it all the more excruciating. Her childish face was red
with the effort of trying to go down on me, and whenever long strands of
hair fell over her face she brushed them away impatiently and attacked my
cock with redoubled vigor. Slowly she managed to get some of it inside,
toiling onward, but by that time I wanted something quite different. That
full-lipped, almost bald little cunt of hers had captured me, I wanted to
get to know it better, explore it, eat it! Gently I dissociated myself
from her mouth and slid down into her crotch. Cissy made herself
comfortable at once and waited with eyes closed for me to do my stuff.
Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, piss, and the
womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious combination! My head reeled as my
tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips to scoop up the secretions of
her excited hole. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, a
thirty-nine-year-old man going down on a girl twenty years his junior,
risking his professional reputation for a bit of snatch; but I was there
and nothing could have dragged me away from her at that moment. My tongue
wormed its way into her cunt hole as far as it would go, passing through a
tight, elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as she gave way to me.
If my tongue gave her that much trouble, what would my inflated cock do to
her? There was only one way to find out, but later ... later!
I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping and squeezing them while
my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt and licked at the olive juices
oozing out of them. My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets,
rubbing back and forth in vain. Not long now. Her girlish hips were
jerking up and down rapidly, her hands were on her little tits, mauling,
grasping, desperate, and her breath whistled through her throat. I
unleashed all of my experience on her pussy, eating, licking, biting,
sucking her little twat in between my teeth and harrying it until she had
to stuff the corner of a sheet into her mouth to stop from waking up the
whole block. "Do it to me!" she groaned. "Please, please, do it now! I
want it so much!"
I looked up from her cunt and saw her slender body stretched out before
me through a thin hedge of pubic hair. Her breasts had almost disappeared
now that she was on her back, just hard pink nipples sticking out. She
looked so young, too young ... but then I looked back down at her cunt and
saw that it was wide open, pink, dripping wet, and ready!
I moved up higher and brought the tip of my cock up against her cunt
hole. I still expected her to change her mind, but even when my thick knob
pressed down on her yielding flesh she did her best to let me in. The
resistance was tough. I reached down to her lean, tender buns and pulled
them apart, so widening her pussy hole. The first half inch clipped inside
and lodged securely in that tight ring of flesh. Now Cissy developed some
misgivings. Her arms clasped me in a desperate hug and her teeth sank into
my neck. She had her legs wide apart and kept her ass up off the bed, but
even that didn't ease the pain. "Please be careful," she whispered, and it
sounded like a sob. "I'm ... I'm still a virgin!"
I jiggled my knob about inside her until the spit and the juices formed
a film over my knob and allowed it to slip in a little further. It felt
terrific but I had to restrain myself. In and out, very carefully,
spreading the moisture and relaxing the cunt muscles bit by bit. Cissy
clung to me for dear life, groaning with the expectation of pain. An inch
was inside her, she was getting slippery now, her muscles were yielding to
my inexorable force. Another inch, it was starting to get easier by the
second-and then, resistance. I pushed harder and nothing happened, it
wouldn't go in deeper. Cissy let out a strangled cry and right away I
understood that for her the moment of truth had arrived. At once I pulled
my cock back until only the tip of it had contact with her cunt. Then,
with a sharp thrust, I broke her hymen and shoved my tool up her to the
hilt Cissy looked like she was going to expire from pain but I kept on
fucking. I let go her ass and started to squeeze her tits to distract her
from her pain. Gradually she got over it and, as my cock barged in and out
of her wet, slurping little pussy, she started to fuck me back. Her nails
were in my back, her tongue somehow got to my ear, and her hips were
bucking under mine in opposite time. As I threw myself into the down
stroke she thrust herself up so as to get that extra bit of oomf, and when
I pulled back she pulled away to leave my cock poised and trembling in
empty space. Cissy was a fast learner, obviously.
There was no condescension left in the way I fucked her now. Even if
her cunt was still girlishly tight and her voice was too high-pitched to
belong to a woman, I treated her as a seasoned lay just the same. My cock
went up her to the hilt every time, driving in so far that our pubic bones
gnashed together. My lips closed over one of her nipples and my hands went
back down to her ass to fondle and squeeze those succulent little orbs of
flesh. Thanks to Cindy and little Martha Van de Kut, my ejaculation was a
long time coming. My cock went sort of numb after ten minutes of solid
pounding, stiff, frozen almost, and I gave Cissy enough cock to make up for
whatever she had missed out on in her sexual life.
Only when she started to writhe under me did she put a real strain on my
dick. Her supple, elastic pussy trapped my cock deep inside, and twisted
and jerked it this way and that, masturbating it in a way, and in no time
at all the dam burst. My body arched tautly as the hot semen barreled
along the stem of my cock and exploded inside her freshly deflowered pussy.
Cissy hadn't been expecting that. The moment the warm douche hit her
innards she let out a long, drawn-out wail of delight, and her body
quivered from head to toe while she clung to me like a drowning woman. "Oh
God!" she said when the spasm of ecstasy had passed. "Was that an orgasm?"
"That was it," I nodded. I barely had the strength to light up a
cigarette. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I let the smoke find
its own way out of my lungs. "Now tell me," I said tiredly, "why did you
come into my room?"
"To get laid," she replied. Cissy sat with her legs drawn up, her head
forward, watching the sperm dribble out of her cunt. "Will that stop
eventually?" she asked.
I tossed her a hand towel and continued my questioning. Cissy wouldn't
say anything except that she had wanted to dispose of her hymen and I
seemed like the man to do it. In one way it seemed plausible. Yet I
didn't trust her. There was something going on in this school. Her entry
had been too slick-welcome, of course, but the timing was too right. I
shook my head and told her to go to her own bed. Cissy pouted.
"Don't you want me anymore?" she asked.
"It's not that. I'm just tired. It's been a long day."
"You mean you can't get it up again?"
"Now wait a minute! What do they teach you at this school, anyway? The
sign said this was a school for young ladies but you're acting like a young
tramp!"
"I read books," she said simply. "Men always say they're tired when in
fact they can't get it up. But if I can make it stand up will you make
love to me again?"
I picked up the hand towel and pointed out the spots of blood. "Isn't
that going to be too painful for you?"
She threw the towel aside and started to stroke my cock with both hands.
Now that it was limp she was able to get her mouth around it quite easily,
and I could tell she took considerable pleasure in swallowing my greasy,
cunt-soaked slug. First she cleaned it from to tip to toe, and then,
taking a firmer grip on it with her lips, she started to tug on it. She
stretched it as far as it would go, then moved her head forward quickly to
take all of my dick inside her mouth, and after a few chews and squeezes
she repeated the same process. In spite of the long and hard day I felt a
trickle of life flowing back into my member, just a little bit, but enough
to make it expand noticeably. Cissy looked up with excitement sparkling in
her eyes. Back down she went, tugging, stretching, working her lips around
my oversensitive flesh and caressing my belly and balls with her small
hands.
It was a charming sight I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and
lit another cigarette from the butt of the old one. Cissy lay between my
legs, her long brown hair falling like a curtain before her face until she
pushed it out of the way. Then I could see my half-hard cock, dark brown
and swelling, sticking up into her mouth, clenched between those rosy, full
lips. I'd had better blow jobs but none could match this one for
sincerity. Cissy was really getting off on it. As she sucked, one of her
hands snuck down to between her legs, and I could tell by the moving
muscles in her arm that she was toying with her pussy. That excited me as
much as her sucking. "Let me see you play with yourself," I said hoarsely.
At once she moved over and lifted one leg out of the way to show me how her
index finger rotated about between the cunt lips. My cock sprang up to
assume its maximum proportions, and once more it filled her mouth to
bursting.
Cissy went at it with greater persistence this time, though. After some
time my knob disappeared into her mouth, and a little later half my cock
was inside. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes bulged with the strain,
but she kept my cock there until it was hard enough to dig clams with.
Then, with a gleeful expression, she got on top of me. She squatted over
my dick and reached down to guide it inside. But when it touched her cunt
she grimaced in pain. "Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yes ... yes, I think; so," she said bravely. She tried again. My
cock had the taste of cunt again and it did its best to crawl into her.
The pain was too much for her. No position we tried improved the
situation. "I'm sorry," she said finally, "but my pussy hurts too much.
Funny how the pain started after you stopped making love to me."
"Very funny." Goddamnit, I wanted her badly now! There was only one
thing to do. "Give me a handjob then," I told her. She agreed to that and
sat down on her haunches beside me to get to it. Her fist closed around
the lower half of my cock and moved up and down with a steady beat. While
she busied herself with my dick, I was able to gaze deep into her pussy.
The way she sat showed me everything, and that certainly helped my
erection. The only problem was that she didn't know how to give a good
handjob. Her timing faltered, she was timid where she should have been
forceful, and vice versa, and no matter how lovely her pussy looked to me,
my erection was getting wobbly.
"Here, let me do it," I said. "You just strike some interesting poses
for me, okay?"
"Oh, that's really naughty!" she squealed, and obliged me at once. She
started off by turning her back to me and bending down to look at me
through her legs. From that position her pussy literally bulged out from
between her thighs, a fulsome little fig bursting with pink flesh and
glimmering with its own juices. Above it was her little asshole, a dark
dot out of reach of her hairline. And above that her delicious cheeks,
rounded and taut. New energy surged into my cock, but I beat off slowly.
This was too enjoyable!
Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then
let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually
masturbating but on the verge of it. The lewdness in her eyes set me off.
She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched
mine. Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress! My hand
slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my
entire body, right down to my curling toes. The backs of my legs were
sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the
delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which
her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a
raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig. At that moment all of the
pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me. Such a wondrous
appendage, and every woman had one! There was the paradigm of pussy, right
before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and
beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt.
"I love this!" exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes.
"I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy! Oh Jesus, I'm so
close to coming! Can I play with myself a bit, too?" Without waiting for
an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little
cunt. Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself
into ecstasy. A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures
as we watched the other do a solo. I moved closer to her, my nostrils
twitching to pick up her heady scent. Not long now. I got up on my knees
and faced her on her level. Our faces were close together, our hands
worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another
tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting. "In
my mouth!" she groaned, opening up wide. With an immense effort I
struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of
her mouth. She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting,
fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came. Thick
blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering
numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down.
At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still
fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet.
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