John Clayton

Practice does it

CHAPTER ONE

"Will you marry me?"

"Oh, Davey, yes, yes, yes!"

He kissed her intensely and his arms cradled her in a pleasant cage. He pressed his lips against her cheek exhaling gently toward her ear. Kay's heart beat like a drum. His trembling hands roamed over her breast and the tip of his thumb circled on her bare nipple. Her blouse was still on her shoulders but unbuttoned all the way down the front, her full rich breasts next to his chest. He felt perspiration forming on his forehead. Her fingers were delicately fondling the hairs on the back of his neck.

"Ahhh. I'll make you as happy as I can, Kay."

"Whatever you do will make me happy."

He kissed her again and smeared his lips over her mouth and cheeks, halting at the side of her neck.

"Davey…"

"Yes."

"Don't leave a mark, please. I just don't like them."

"I thought I'd put thy brand on you."

"Oh, silly."

Their lips united once more and Davey began reaching for the snap of her skirt. Patiently, he worked the garment down around her full hips and along her legs. He felt his erection renew itself as his hands moved down her shapely limbs. She had kicked her shoes off already and was already working her panties down and quickly pulling her blouse off her shoulders. It landed somewhere behind them.

"They won't be able to hear us, will they?"

"I don't think so I'll be quiet."

Kay had asked because they were stretched out on the sun deck of a friend's house and the sun deck was on top of the living room. Their friends were still playing backgammon in the living, even though it was nearly one in the morning. She and Davey had come up to the roof for a smoke and the fresh starlit night air.

As they had so often before, one thing had led to another and Davey had her blouse open in no time. She had stopped wearing a bra when she realized Davey was a tit man. Kay was proud of her breasts, exceptionally well constructed by anyone's standards, and utterly delectable compared to those of the girls she'd gone to school with. Davey's attention to them had only enhanced their allure.

As he fumbled with her body and tried to maneuver her on the lounge chair pad so her back wouldn't touch the tarpaper surface, she hoped he wouldn't notice she was still a virgin.

Weeks before, he had explicitly asked her if she were or not. Afraid that he would abandon her for a more experienced girl, she had lied and said, "No." With his weight pressing against her and the firmness of his penis pressing hard into her leg she began to panic. He'd have to know.

Calmly, she told herself he had just proposed marriage, he loved her, anything could be forgiven, even her lie. Bravely she nestled him between her legs and awaited the touch his erect organ.

"I'll put my cock in slowly so you can get used to it."

"Y… yes."

She held her breath. She clenched her nails into his arms. Her teeth pressed upper against lower. He was still trying to find the natural slide.

"I'm a little dry, I think."

Patiently he swabbed his hand with saliva and wrapped it around his pink and white cock. He spread a little extra around the head of his cock and once more directed it toward her gentle patch of light brown hair.

"Oh, Kay, I love you so much."

"Davey, Davey, Davey."

He worked his fist back and forth. The pressure of his hard dick pressed her membrane.

"Eeeekkkkk!"

"Shhh, shhh, shhhh. I'll be more gentle."

Kay's head was swimming. Her ears were ringing. Every nerve in her body was on fire. She could feel her heart beat in her cunt. The warm blood stained the lounge pillow beneath them. Davey held her patiently while her breathing and heartbeat returned to normal.

"I'll go slower."

Tenderly, he reworked his hips to put his cock in the threshold of her pussy, which more easily felt its advancing head and closed around it. A tingle of pain ripped through her freshly opened lips but as his sturdy penis moved forward her awakened body welcomed it.

"I'm yours now. Fuck me, Davey."

"Oh, baby, I pure will."

Below them the backgammon players heard thumping and a steady knocking. They looked up at the ceiling, looked from one to another, looked around the room to see who was missing, then looked back up toward the knocking sound – and burst into laughter.

Under the stars Kay was moving her hips in what she hoped was a pleasing fashion. It wasn't. Davey said nothing but again and again he felt his strokes were not making her feel good. He tried sideways fucking, he tried doing pushups. He tried rotary motions. It seemed to him the only part of her anatomy to react was her eyes.

With each new trick he tried she looked at him in greater wonderment. Shit, what was going through her head? Eventually he gave up trying. She looked petrified. Laboriously, he backed out.

"Kay, I love you and we'll be married. But something will have to be done about our sex. This isn't working."

Kay thought the biggest challenge to her future happiness right now was to tell him the truth. But she didn't get the chance.

"…Whoever you were with before must not have been very experienced or he was just inept. You don't give me anything. I'm gonna have to have better sex than that or the marriage won't work."

"I'll make every effort to be a good wife."

"I know you will, and I'll bust balls to make you a happy one. Part of that means I gotta be happy, too, right? So, Kay, please, put out!"

Kay began to cry. He took her in his arms and rocked her softly back and forth.

"You're tired, so we'll just look at the stars." By the time they came down the ladder and joined their hosts for a nightcap they had set the date for three months later. It would be a modest wedding, one attendant and a flower girl because Kay had promised her niece. The kid was only three and you can't disappoint a three year old. They turn on you.

After all the congratulations and hysterias and gaiety, Kay was nestled next to Davey's shoulder. She thought about what he had said. It was obvious he thought she knew more about sex than she did. It should be no disgrace to tell your future husband you are a virgin. (In some cultures it is preferred.) She didn't want him entering marriage thinking she had lied. The only solution which came to her was to learn as much as she could about sex as quickly as she could.

The next day she set out to educate herself. Her mother was next door with a friend chatting about nothing when the milk man arrived. He was a college student who had the job for the summer. He had sun bleached blond hair under his uniform cap. His union button was stuck in the band. He sprang off the truck and jogged up the front walk to the door where he carefully deposited the basket of dairy products. Kay had seen him all summer and was particularly taken with his firm round ass which topped his athletic legs.

While watching through the living room window Kay remembered something Lucy had said. "Your milk man is stud material. Look at that chest. I bet he's a football player."

Thinking about Davey's disappointment and her own anxiety, Kay checked her appearance in the mirror and hurriedly rushed to the door.

"Oh, hi."

"Morning."

"You're new." "I have the route for the summer. The regular man is taking a long vacation to his homeland in Europe somewhere."

"Italy."

"I never met him, I just got the route book. Man, is it warm. Wheew!"

"Would you like a cold drink?"

"As long as it's not milk."

Kay laughed as she opened the door for him.

"Thank you. My name is Bill Bradley."

"I'm Kay Ruby."

"I can't stay long, the truck, you know. Kids like to rip it off just for the fun of it."

"We can see it from the dinette."

The athletic young man slid his powerful legs under the table and sipped a cola while Kay batted her eyelashes beguilingly.

Their conversation informed him that she was in the house alone, and her eyes made it obvious she found him attractive. He asked questions about her social life and finished his drink to ask her if she would like to go out with him, a movie or rock concert or fishing or something. She said it would have to be soon because she wouldn't be available after a few weeks.

Some sixth sense told Bill not to ask why she wouldn't be around. He looked at her jugs pushing out the material of her halter top. The heft of her breasts turned him on and he felt a slight strain building up in his crotch.

"Maybe Wednesday night?"

"Love it. Just to keep things from being complicated, may I meet you somewhere?"

"How about at seven at the fried chicken place on Tenth Street?"

"Perfect."

When she led him to the door and he thanked her, she let their bodies touch. The slight contact sent a thrill through his body. He could think of nothing else till Wednesday at seven.

She looked sensational in hip-hugging jeans and a fashionable top which almost exposed her breasts. Her skin was like polished marble, yet vibrant with life. Her hair fell down her shoulders and its highlights made it look full of stardust. His crotch bothered him again.

Kay was beginning to feel ashamed of for cheating on Davey and began to grow distant during the movie. When they were once more talking and smiling at each other she forgot about her commitment and remembered only her determination to learn about sex so she wouldn't disappoint Davey on their wedding night. Bill's smiles warmed her once more and she snuggled against the firmness of his pectoral muscles.

She liked the feel of his hand on her shoulder, too. He was alive and exciting. He was a few years older than she, but that only added to his allure. When he asked if she'd like a look at the dairy farm where they got the milk she agreed right away.

The drive took a few minutes. The dairy was on the edge of the suburbs, the largest piece of undeveloped land for twenty miles. They passed the plant proper and drove over a hillock to the barns where the cattle were kept. They were all inside because it was after mid night.

"The ground's dry, let's walk around."

"I won't step in anything I'll regret, will I?"

"What kind of things do you regret?"

"You know what I mean."

"To insure your dainty feet don't touch kaka, your majesty, I'll carry you."

With that he bent quickly and brought his arms up behind her, cupping her under the knees and behind the shoulder and whisked her off her feet. His powerful legs began pacing the distance to the nearest barn. She'd learned it wasn't football he played, but soccer. The tremendous muscles of his legs testified to that.

"What are you doing, you clown?"

"I'm dragging you kicking and screaming into a barn, my pretty, heh, heh, heh."

Kay was laughing and giggling and holding him around the neck while he opened the door to the barn and carried her across its threshold.

Inside she smelled the freshness of the animals and felt the heat of their bodies. The cows were penned close together behind long feeding troughs. It was like an old-fashioned barn except it had been modernized with hoses and plastic buckets and fire extinguishers and white paint. The hay all over the flooring absorbed some of the manure but even its aroma was pleasant.

"C'mon upstairs, the hay is neat."

Kay had never been in a haymow before. It was exciting, and she eagerly followed Bill up the ladder, looking up and seeing the attractive curve of his ass as his springy legs propelled him up into the black void.

Once up into the mow a small window at the far end provided just enough illumination to move around.

Soon he was holding her to his broad chest.

"Kay, I brought you up here hoping we could make it."

"I know."

"You're not offended?"

"Why do you think I was right there at the door the other morning? I was hoping you'd ask me out."

Bill bent and kissed her on the lips tenderly. His body was straight, muscled and slightly hairy. His strong hands were quick to pull her jeans off.

Bill dropped to his knees and kept going, "Oh, oh, oh," he murmured softly as his hands worked on the fabric and revealed more and more. Quickly, he stripped himself, too.

His erection was straight and while neither fat nor overly long, was attractive with a bright pink head. Since he was already on his knees, he turned her around and planted his mouth on her hairy cunt.

Kay watched his head bob quickly from side to side as he licked at her hot slit. His fingers were kneading her ass. His mouth kissed over her tummy and one hand clutched one big pale breast. His other hand doubled up into a fist with one finger sticking out from it. That finger soon disappeared because he used it as a screwdriver to work its way into her vagina, letting it probe and penetrate while she uttered guttural uhhs and ahahahahs.

She bounced on the hay, unable to get on her back fast enough. With one spring he was on top of her, planting his cock in her snatch. She was grateful he was an experienced man.

The head of Bill's cock slid into her quickly, followed by its strong straight shaft. Its head broke new paths in her pussy as he pumped automatically, thrusting with force from his first stroke.

He gave her no build-up, no preparation; he just hopped on and humped. His face was between her breasts and he began smearing them all over his face. Hands full of hair twisted and turned her head. Her hands were all over his back and ass, sometimes her legs were too.

He bounced on her from a new angle. She encouraged this sort of variety with loud grunts of pleasure and soft kisses on anything she could set her lips to.

"Fuck me, Bill, I want to be good for you."

Kay shoved her crotch at him. She raised her hips off the hay and snapped her pussy on his cock and hung onto it as he threw his hips up and down.

He pulled his cock out, grabbed her knees, pushed them up in the air in front of his head and rammed his swollen cock into her juicy gash.

"Oh!!"

Two sensational strokes and his cock was out of her cunt and his face was in it. Noisily he was slurping up the juices his fucking had created. Bill was a muffer.

"Aw, hot pussy!"

He licked on every side of it as fast as he could and sank his tongue into her warm cunt and siphoned out what he could. While he was sucking away Kay pulled on her breasts and tossed head back and forth with her tongue sticking out between her teeth.

Bill could hear the plop of her ass as she ground it in a circle to enhance the feeling of his big fat cock in her pussy. She loved him banging her into the hay.

"Kay! You're making me cum. Ummm! Ummm! Damn it! Unnnnnhhh!!!"

Dizzily she tripled her movements to extract all the pleasure she could from his cock. When he was through depositing his sperm in her, he rolled off her body and lay on his back on the hay, breathing deeply and noisily.

It was an effort, but Kay managed to straighten out her legs. The phantom feeling in her cunt continued to make her pulsing body twitch and twinge. She hadn't felt such pleasure in a very long time. College men were divine! Gradually her body adjusted to the lack of a throbbing cock's full length and swollen head within her cunt. She capped it with her hand to hold the warmth in longer.

"You're terrific, Kay."

"Move a little closer."

She did.

He slid toward her. Their bodies were incendiary. They were both burning with churning, nervous energy. Their hips touched first. She was on her back, her full breasts spilling to either side.

"You're warm."

"So are you."

With that she put her hand on his waist.

"I want to feel your warmth."

He said nothing, nor did he move. She slid closer. She could feel his chest expand and contract as he breathed faster. Her hands rubbed his sturdy back and sides. She turned on her side and the weight on her breast obeying gravity as it rolled over was pleasant. Her nipples touched his skin.

"I like to put my hands on you. Your skin is smooth and firm. It feels good. Feel mine."

Her hands were trembling as she nervously turned on her side to face him and brought her hand onto his hip. At the first feel of his hand she sucked in air. "Oh!"

She pushed her body next to his, pressing hard against his hard cock. She kissed his cheeks softly.

"Oh, Bill, you're so warm, so nice. I've longed to have someone near me who felt like this. You feel wonderful. Hold me tight. I want to feel your body next to me."

It was too much for Bill.

He clasped her in his arms and kissed her neck and shoulders repeatedly. His hands slid up and down her back and his knee went over her leg. His mouth was racing across her jaw and chin and placed itself on her mouth. His kisses were intense. His hips were pumping back and forth. One fist got hold of her hair and was pulling.

"Calm down!"

Kay held him close and snuggled up to his back. Her belly pressed against his ass causing him to flinch.

Bill snapped around so fast it startled her. He shoved his face between her breasts. He again kissed passionately and ran his fingers all over her full breasts. He kissed and he sucked. He licked. He pushed and pulled and massaged. She was thrilled beyond anything she imagined. This was wonderful! He loved her full tits, and she was being handled the way she liked best.

He was squeezing one breast with both hands and sucking. He ran the nipple back and forth gently between his teeth. He rolled her over on her back and propped his weight on his elbows with a tit in each hand and rubbed them all over his face. Her legs went around his body and she pumped to get him to put his cock, again hard as a ramrod, into her.

Bill washed her tits with his tongue and then expanded his services to her whole torso. His energy and hairy skin made her think of the lesbian experiences her friends had described.

His ardor kept her thinking fogged and she was glad. All she wanted to do was feel his hot, passionate body crawling all over her. His love-making was sensational!

Bill was maneuvering down to eat her pussy. By the time he got down that far the parachute was pulled off the hay. She was still learning more than she had expected, especially after the hot treatment her tits had just received from his mouth, tongue and hands. He was nuzzling in the hairs of her pudenda when he spoke out.

He quickly pulled the blanket covering her down to her feet and as she began to sit up he sprang up on the hay bed, gave her his strong arm to help her up and put the other bedding around her.

"Kneel down with your knees spread apart and I'll get under you on my back."

He was flat on his back with a quick movement. It made the hay give.

His face was under her cunt. His eager tongue stretched for the protruding flesh. She settled down farther so it would be easier for him to reach. He scooted more. They were in alignment and he thrust his tongue expertly into her hot cunt.

"Oh, Bill, Bill. Oh, yes!"

He slurped and sucked and worked his tongue as much as he could. It darted in and out and around. It explored and forced its way into her hot flanges. He got his fingers there to spread it open even more. With his tongue extended its full length he licked, licked, licked.

"Oh, eat my pussy, Bill. Eat it!"

He increased his efforts.

"I don't want to waste it again. Sit on my cock."

She did so as fast as she could. All four of their hands were guiding his cock to the opening of her cunt. She loved having her hand around his fat organ. It was much, much bigger than Davey's. Its head was at her opening and he thrust hard, missing the opening and hurting her. He apologized and more gently moved it again letting her do more guiding this time.

It went in slowly but at a bad angle. More shifting and squirming and they got it right. The fullness of it was filling her pussy. It was better than the rest of his body. Did she get turned by his heat! He moved it slowly by tightening his hips and fucking upwards. She fucked down and his cock slid smoothly the length of her salivating cunt. He did some slow thrusting and she matched it.

Kay was so anxious she let her body set its own pace and soon she was chewing away on his prick with her pussy. His hands went all over her hips and even played with her asshole. It seemed quite natural under the circumstances, so she didn't get uptight. It was a turn-on, too.

His hands were reaching up and clutching her full swaying breasts with their wide aureole pointing down. He used his fingertips on her nipples. He used his full hands on the meaty part of her breasts.

"Gimme those tits."

His mouth was upon them, sucking greedily. His hips sprung into action and he hard and fast. One hand squeezed too tightly and she was just about to ask him to loosen his grip when she realized he was coming. The hand got tighter but Kay said nothing and just let him keep on squeezing as his hard cock jerked in spasms of white cum shooting into her pussy. With all her might she pushed her torso down so she could experience as much his enflamed organ as possible. She flexed in a motion she hoped helped draw the cum out of his penis.

Bill put his arms around her neck and pulled her down upon him. He kissed her ear, hair, face and neck. His cock was still in her. Minutes later his body gave an involuntary contraction as the last of his orgasm moved through his sex organ. He lay still and gradually fell asleep with her warmth on top of him and his penis returning to its normal shape and ebbing from the soft lagoon of her womanly harbor.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes. I was thinking about the future."

They talked about her approaching wedding. It upset him and the subject was soon changed.

"Since we've established a precedent, do you think we can make it again?"

"Well, Bill, to be perfectly honest, I'm not opposed to it. You're very attractive."

"When?"

He was bouncing into the hay again when she noticed his young cock swung freely. He was not going to let her down. His lithe body felt good to her. She quickly snuggled close to him.

His hands were on her instantly. She was glad to feel him near. He tentatively kissed her on the lips, then feeling her encouraging response, applied more pressure. His cock was quickly hard. Kay reached over and felt it. Hard as a rock.

He searched for her pussy with a sure hand. She was amazed at how quickly he found her clit. College men definitely had an instinct. Thank God she was going to meet a lot of them.

His finger played in the soft lips of her warm pussy. She was excited and her nipples hardened. His warm muscular body pressed against her bare breast. His lips moved down to enclose the nipple. Happily he sucked, making a contented little noise. She brought one knee up.

Bill's mouth trailed down her stomach and he wound his tongue in her navel. He eagerly embedded his face in her crotch. The warm passage between her legs was delightful! A homing instinct, Kay thought.

With his eager mouth exploring the recently opened gates of pleasure, Bill was now getting an education. Her soft pink lips parted easily. He could work his tongue up and rub the clit with it. This made Kay moan with pleasure. Her hands reached for his shoulders and guided his eating. He stretched his neck extending his straining tongue as far as it would go.

Kay moved her hands from his neck and held the tender lips open so he would have greater access to her moist, succulent pussy.

"Damn, this is good!"

"You're good!"

He put his hands on her wide hips and greedily pulled her pussy to his mouth as if it were a big juicy watermelon.

"Oh! Go to it, Bill!"

He realized before she that she was shifting her hips. He buried his mouth in her folds. The heat of her body so stimulated his cock he was anxious to get it warmed in there.

Bill raised himself up and walked on his knees. Kay spread her legs. His cock was so hard he didn't need to use his hand to guide it.

When Kay tried to guide it with hers he pushed it away and did it himself. He was nudging the head of his cock into the tiny crevice he'd thoroughly lubricated with his tongue. His symmetrical cock moved into the quivering space. The head touched her tender flesh. He was considerate, he didn't rush. She was pleased with his slow considerate advance.

"Am I hurting you?"

"It would be worth it if you did."

Kay tightened her muscles around his straining prick. He tentatively pushed his hips, stopping to make sure she enjoyed it. His cock was hot and parted even more of her vulva easily. He drew his ass back and his cock pulled out. Pleasure rippled from her cunt throughout her body. Triumphantly, Bill sent his hard cock forward again. Kay smiled with her eyes shut and murmured her pleasure softly.

She let her hands rest on the sides of his hips. His mouth was puckered and pressed against every bit of her face and neck. He was alternately nibbling on her earlobe and breathing into it. She put her hands in his soft hair and pressed his face against her.

Her body tightened around his slowly moving cock. As the moisture lubricated her even more thoroughly and the secretions oozed around his sliding organ, he began adding force to his drives. Each advance sent her hips deep into the hay. His verve prompted her to meet his thrusts with comparable efforts.

They breathed in the same rhythms. Bill felt the slippery smoothness of her cunt gripping and swirling around his hot prick. The head of it was deep within now, even when he drew its sizable length back. The coronal ridge of his cock rubbed the firm knob at the top of her cunt. Each movement of his hairless body put pressure on it and Kay gave herself up to waves of ecstasy.

"Don't ever stop."

She wanted to shout her joy, to tell the world how good he was making her feel. But she was afraid of waking a neighbor so she only soft, contented mewlings escape her.

Each sound, each breath turned him on. He liked hearing a girl ecstatic under him. Their hips moved with force and his cock slid in and out in increasing speed. Her breathing was controlled by the thrust of his body.

Kay was bouncing all the way off the parachute when he let her go up. He was fucking so hard she could only go "Un, un, un, un, un." His cock filled her. Her pussy clung to him when he retreated. It pulled her ass up off the hay.

Bill's breathing was getting noisy. Kay knew his climax was coming. She could smell the perspiration that was dampening his back and neck. She kissed him on the temples. Her throat was making anxious noises. With each stroke his cock pushed her clit. She could tell by the way he rubbed it with his fast moving prick that that wonderful sensation was going to happen to her again. She clutched him tightly in anticipation.

Kay groaned loudly. He hiked his hips and drove into her faster, clutching her body with his strong young hands. His throat began to growl in a quiet way, but it got louder and more intense quickly.

Kay was feeling so good she let her body thrash against him. The free-flowing juices in her wet pussy were making his fucking noisy. It slurped and sloshed with each stroke. She locked her ankles together behind his ass. She clutched her arms together around his neck and hung on while he rode her into the hay.

Bill growled. His body tensed. His cock threw gobs of rich hot cum into her. She tightened all her inner muscles and pressed her body against him as hard as she could. He collapsed, going limp all over her.

They breathed contentedly. Eventually Bill rolled off her warmed body and stretched himself on his back on the sweet smelling hay. He drifted into a very relaxing sleep.

When he awoke he was surprised to see Kay resting her arms in the windowsill and staring out into the starry night. He came up behind her and rubbed his hand across her shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"Beautiful."

"Happy?"

"Yes, thanks to you."

"Bill, you'd better take me home right now. I'm beginning to feel guilty."

"I won't pressure you, but I want you to know I'm grateful."

"I've been very lucky meeting you. Goodbye."

Kay tenderly touched his cheek with her hand and then walked to her pile of clothing and dressed. They drove back to her house in silence.

For the last few hours of the night she spent her sleeping time sitting up in bed and hugging her knees, resting her cheek on her kneecap, thinking, thinking, thinking.

CHAPTER TWO

Kay's next lesson in love came about unexpectedly. Her folks traditionally spent the July fourth weekend at her Uncle Harry and Aunt Amelia's place at the lake. Her cousins Brad and Scot and she had a fine time while they were growing up. Scot had been killed in Vietnam and since then some of the joy had gone out of the summer visits.

Brad was out of college now and very involved with his business activities. He had grown slightly dull. There was gossip in the family that his parents were impatient for him to get married. They almost didn't care to whom – they wanted grandchildren, especially now that they only had one son.

Sensing the tensions in the small summer home, Kay was glad to spend as much time as possible walking in the woods, lolling by the lake shore, playing in the water; she even volunteered to chop the wood for the stove and fireplace, anything to keep her away from the older folks who were, frankly, a drag.

The second day, late in the afternoon while she was sitting in the back shelling peas for supper, Brad came up behind her.

"Want to go fishing before breakfast tomorrow? At the little lake? I got the car working."

"What?" Kay was brought back to reality by hearing him say something about fishing. "Yes, I would like to go fishing."

"Fine, I'll wake you at six. We can be where they're biting by 6:30 and hopefully catch enough for a fish lunch before we all have to head back to town."

Kay was not all that enthusiastic about getting up at daybreak for a fishing expedition, but she'd committed herself.

"Great!" she said with a false smile.

At six am a sleepy eyed Kay found herself drinking hot coffee out of a thermos bottle as they bounced over unpaved roads to the little lake "where the big ones are".

City-bred Kay caught a slippery little thing and Brad caught nothing. She was climbing over rocks with her trophy when she slipped and landed in the cold water. Brad was quick to fetch her out but laughed the whole time. She was embarrassed and furious. He only laughed harder. He got her to the car, told her to strip off her clothes and brought a blanket from the trunk. He built a small fire. She'd have to go back to the cabin in the blanket. He was tucking the blanket around her in the car when he stopped moving. She looked into his face. He gazed into her eyes. Slowly he brought his face forward and – giving her all the time in the world to turn away, which she didn't – kissed her on the mouth.

Kay saw him staring at her and thought of the look that had often been in Davey's eyes. She knew he was going to kiss her but she couldn't stop him. She was paralyzed.

Kay thought she'd never feel that sweet sensation from anyone but Davey her whole life. Here was her cousin kissing her and the thrill was genuine. The surprise of it kept her immobile. He pressed his advantage and kissed her again, this time with his arm around her. After a few more kisses he grew puzzled.

"Don't you want to kiss me back?"

"I guess so."

When his lips touched hers again she responded tentatively. More kisses. His hand slipped inside the blanket. It wasn't the tender caress she was used to from Davey, nor was it the grabby accumulative reach from high school days. It had affection, if not love.

Before long Kay found herself on her back with the blanket gently folded off her. His mouth was kind and did homage to her mouth, neck and breasts.

He ran his calloused hand over her smooth, creamy skin and slid his fingers down her stomach and wound them through the hairs on her pudenda. His breathing was short. Kay didn't want to do this. What could she do? Here they were in the woods with no one around for miles. She couldn't overpower him to make him stop. If she relied on his being a gentlemen it would make him think there was something wrong with her. She didn't want to deflate his ego; he wasn't really doing anything out of line. She'd played doctor and house with Brad and Scot till puberty. She hadn't protested so far… he had every right to expect she wished to go through with it. Besides, she wanted it.

His hand was spreading her labias and one finger was sinking into her sweet cave.

Brad's inquisitive finger explored her. His clothing was beginning to come off. Now he used both hands to remove his pants. They slid to the floor of the car and hobbled his ankles. It was difficult for him to get them off over his shoes.

His underwear landed on top of the pants. He was now as naked as she was. Brad's sensitive hands returned to her trembling body. He bent forward and kissed her between the breasts. His fingers worked their way down her torso and his palms felt the luxurious curve of her broad hips. His head dropped farther and he planted his moist lips on the line between her legs and her pussy. He gummed the tendon here. Kay went dizzy. He transferred his mouth to her other leg and again sucked in his lips and clamped his mouth gently on the tendon. Her mind ceased to work. All she could feel was the intensity of the pleasure this startling new feeling produced. His hands were surveying her legs. She could feel him exhaling on her hairless flesh. One hand was on her breast and the thumb and index finger were applying pressure to the nipples which firmed under his ministrations.

Kay felt the car seat beneath her give as his knees came up on either side of her. She refused to open her eyes. His cheek was next to hers now. He was softly nuzzling her face with his.

One kiss landed on her closed eyelid. Another gentle kiss was aimed at her ear. He kissed her earlobe, her neck and her chin. He stuck out his tongue and traced the outline of her lips before he planted his own on her red mouth.

His body was against hers and she could feel his heart beat. A little fumbling and he had managed to point his penis towards her sweet feminine opening. He was stroking her and then shifted his weight to enter her. The way his body was on top of her yet not using hers for support kept the unreal feeling alive as his hard organ inserted itself between the sensitive furrows of her body. She could feel his legs, the hair on them contrasting with the smoothness of her own.

As he stretched his leg muscles to fill her with his penis, waves of pleasure wafted through her body like ripples from a pebble thrown into a lake. He moved his hips up in the air and dragged his cock back to her furry opening.

Pleasure washed through her as his meaty organ retreated. As he sent it deep into her once more, Kay brought her hands to the back of his neck and twisted his hairs. She began to arch her pelvis to enhance the friction. Their see-sawing produced a music of coital syncopation. He placed his hands on either side of her head and held it still while he kissed her. Her lips were moving to clutch at his each time they landed on her mouth. Without either of them realizing it, his tongue parted her lips and fucked her mouth to the same rhythm as their hip movements.

Their breathing patterns became identical. As the symphony of their bodies continued and approached the climax of their love song, the melody of it came from their throats.

There was heavy breathing in the cramped car. Beads of perspiration formed on their brows. Heat radiated from their nude bodies locked in sexual combat. Their heartbeats increased. When his muscles tightened, Kay knew he was at his peak of passion and the quickening rubbing of his cock on her excited cunt drove her response to a new high.

She pressed her fingers into his shoulders. It was hard to breathe as he doubled the speed of his strokes and she shifted her pelvis even more enthusiastically. The car itself moved on its springs and the wheels sank a fraction of an inch into the earth as the hot cousins climaxed their intercourse with a loud throaty groan of satisfaction.

Back at the cabin with no fish the two young people were the subject of a lot of good humored ribbing.

"Imagine, thousands of dollars for an education for these two hopes for the future, and neither one of them can catch a fish. You kids are just lucky you were born in the twentieth century with supermarkets and order-by-phone way of life; if you had come into this world a century earlier, you'd have starved to death!"

Her aunt and uncle and mom laughed heartily at her father's joke, but Kay felt insulted. She bristled for a moment but her eye caught Brad's and their secret communication put the conversation right out of her head.

Later that afternoon, on the drive back to town, she thought about incest. She worried a little but not much because Lucy had told her about something she had done with her cousin and his best friend. It was all a thirteen-year-olds "most passionate moment" and really not much, by grown-up standards, but still it sexual and it was between relatives, so they had considered it terribly naughty and giggled about it a lot.

Today she'd react to Lucy's tale with cool, but when they were thirteen it was the most deliciously forbidden act imaginable.

She also remembered Barbara and her confession that she and her brother Spencer had practiced touching tongues when they were younger. All that had been incestuous, too, if you wanted to look at it that way.

Kay preferred to look at it as adolescent experimentation and nothing more. If you wanted to get technical about incest – to Kay's mind – we were all descended from Adam's and Eve's children who were brothers and sisters, and therefore we had all descended from incestuous relationships. She dismissed incest as a word and nothing more.

The question of sex within the family came up again sooner than she anticipated.

She was babysitting for a girlfriend who had a toddler. The young family lived in an apartment which was substandard by anyone's judgment, but in Kay's middle-class point of view it was poverty. The girl had gotten pregnant in high school and her lover had done the socially acceptable thing married her. Naturally they were divorced within a year, but Kay's friend went on with her life and had a date for this Friday night, baby or no baby.

Kay was delighted to sit with the baby but when Brad called to ask if she wanted to go to a roller derby she felt disappointed that she had committed herself to the babysitting.

"That's okay, Kay," he said, using a phrase he thought was cute, "I'll come by and talk with you. All I really wanted was to see you anyway."

She gave him the address and asked him to be discreet and not show up till after the mother had left for her rendezvous. Brad called the apartment during the climax of an exceptionally dramatic television show.

"Shit," Kay said to herself as she heard the phone ring.

Reluctantly she got up from the comfortable couch and padded in bare feet across the carpeting to the phone.

"Hello."

"Kay? This is Brad. Is the coast clear?"

"Come on over and bring some beer."

He arrived with a cold six-pack.

"I don't know why I bothered to pay extra for cold beer, it would freeze a witch's tit out there. A storm must becoming or something."

"I had to close the windows, it got so cold. Summer's a bust this year."

"Do you want a touch of heat?"

Brad looked at her as if she were crazy. He then smiled and said, "If the kid can stand this temperature I guess I can. I'm on the wrestling team at State U, you know. Okay, Kay?"

He pulled the blinds. They stood across the room from each other and Brad began taking off his shirt without removing his eyes from her. She glued her eyes on him, gulped, and began undoing her dress. They continued to strip without looking at the clothing they were dropping. She could feel her heart beating.

Stark naked, they stared at each other. Impulsively, Kay dashed across the room and jumped into the air, landing with her legs spread apart on either side of his stomach. He caught her ass in powerful wrestling arms as her arms closed around his neck. Their lips led on one another's.

He walked into the bedroom with her naked body in his arms. He set her down. They stepped back from each other, drinking in the sight of each other's nakedness.

Brad stepped forward, turned her body around and hugged her from behind.

He placed his lips fully on her lips and pressed his jaw to master her mouth. She succumbed in sudden worship. Her lips quivered.

Brad put his hands around her waist and flattened them out over her belly. He pulled her backwards slightly and more aggressively pushed his hips to hers.

Brad's lips fell on her neck and his head warmed hers.

"No, please," she managed to say when her mouth was free again. She denied it in the next breath.

Brad dropped to his knees and clutched her around the waist. His cheek pressed against her ass as he rocked her.

Rising again, Brad turned Kay toward him and held her under his body in sinewy arms with dark hairs decorating them.

"Oh, Brad, I've always loved you, I think!" She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could.

"You're the best-looking man in the whole world!"

Kay looked down at Brad's nude body. She'd felt his cock but could not see it. It was limp. It was long, but it lay over her leg. Her impression was of a fat snake with a big head. The top part looked almost as big as the rest of it.

For a second she thought his penis was growing before her eyes. She blinked. She'd been right. It was growing. As he looked at her and felt her weight on his arm, his limp cock resting across her leg was getting hard and rest on her only at a pivotal point.

She clutched him and nestled her back into the mattress.

Brad mounted her and put his hand on his now-hard prick. When he moved it away from her body she felt its head. She assumed he must be closer and her eyes darted open when she realized he was still so far away from her.

Brad let his mouth fall on her tit and he sucked on it, pumping it hard. His hand slid under its meaty bottom and he ran his fingertips over her delicate flesh.

Again his hand went to his cock. The head built like an observatory. He rubbed it against the dark hairs of her pussy. Kay breathed fast. Brad moved his feet. He dropped his lips onto hers again and began easing his hips forward. He tried to work the head of his cock back and forth. Kay gasped. He didn't stop. He continued to press and suddenly he knew it would slide everywhere.

"Ah!"

Kay dug her nails into his back as she felt his cock advance. She tightened up. He stopped moving. She let out a long held breath and tried to relax. He pulled back with his hips and drew the blood-covered head of his cock out of her delicious pussy.

Brad kept one hand rubbing her arm. He lay down on top of her and nestled his cheek against hers.

He rose to reinsert his still-rampant prick in Kay.

It slid in easily, straining just a bit at the most sensitive point. The wide head parted her soft flesh before it as it blazed a trail. Each fraction of an inch brought her new sensations. She never knew there could be so many new surprises. Her body would surely explode from the reactions of his flesh against hers. She felt it going into her effortlessly. The head of his round cock kept advancing into her belly.

By the time she felt his torso against hers she was afraid to move.

"You're all right," Brad said. "Now move around it."

She tried rolling her hips. They moved. It didn't hurt.

"I can."

"Then do."

He began rolling his hips in the opposite direction. In less than two rotations their bodies were involved in the combat lovers ceaselessly engage in. Triumphantly, Kay and Brad brought their hips to each other, rolled them across each other and swept them back to do it again.

"Fuck me, Brad."

"Fuck me back."

Each did as the other commanded.

Brad thrashed his hips savagely from side to side and brought them very far back, sent them home and pulled back only to streak for home again. He convulsed. His body shook with the earthquake of his climax. He was shooting copiously. Kay felt it flush into her body. She didn't think there were that many more surprises in store for her but this was one. He came in strong spurts. They landed like cannonballs on her inner flesh.

Brad's cock didn't subside but he withdrew it.

After a ten-minute pause, Brad, more eager than ever, quickly filled the gap left between his cousin's legs. His hand slid up her smooth skin and rested once more on her round breast. The naked nipple was much larger now. He wet his lips and sucked the chocolate kiss into his mouth. Kay's hand went into his hair and encouraged his sucking. One of his well formed fingers went into her moist pussy, and he moved it around trying to find her clit. He knew when he did because she jumped a mile.

Brad kept his finger on her bud. Kay gasped for air in short desperate gulps. He rubbed the tender knob back and forth. Her excitement thrilled him. His cock got harder and harder.

Brad gazed appreciatively at the hairs of Kay's pussy curled demurely on her mound of Venus. Her tits stood out proudly, giving her an almost top-heavy profile. His hand moved to her full round breast. He felt its smooth creamy skin and let his long cock grow harder in response to the touch. Kay warmed to his tender touch. The curve of her hips excited him. Without realizing it, her hands drifted to his body. She took his hand and pulled him closer. She was on her back on the mattress with one knee in the air.

She let her hands play with his hair and felt his head roll from side to side as he gummed her hardening breast. She pressed her pussy against his body. She wiggled as she pressed herself against him, the sensation of his cock sliding closer to her cunt made her breathe faster.

Brad braced himself on his knees between her legs, leaned his head forward so his falling hair touched her cheek and reached down with one hand to guide his cock to her gates of pleasure.

It slid in with, ease. His cock-head was out of sight. She moaned in affectionate appreciation for the thrill it gave her. She arched her back and held her thighs as far apart as she could as she pressed herself harder to him. His cock began to glide smoothly in and out of her as he undulated his slender hips. His strokes sank deeper with each advance. He took longer and longer strokes as more of it slithered between her coral pussy lips.

Brad's mouth left her generous breast he was moistening with his eager mouth and began to rain kisses on her chest, shoulders and neck. He let his body lay on her curvaceous torso. Eagerly, he clutched her arms and pulled himself up her lovely young body. He covered her lips with his own while she moved her jaw from side to side.

Kay sucked Brad's tongue into her mouth. He was surprised but pleased as hell. He stiffened the tip of his tongue to trace it around the inside of her mouth. He dragged it along the edges of her teeth. Her fingers danced in his hair. He was holding his cock still, letting it absorb all the heat she was putting out. Not knowing how to tell him she wanted him to move his man-size cock inside her, she brought one leg up over his buttocks and tried to pull him into her.

Kay energetically thrust her pussy up against his strong body. He slowly raised himself up so he could slide his cock down into her from a greater distance. His cock sank into her to the base of its thick shaft. She got the breath fucked out of her.

Brad was terrified he'd hurt her and quickly let his penis slide out.

"I'm so glad you're doing this. You're wonderful."

Kay flung both arms around Brad's shoulders in a burst of passion.

"Put it back into me."

Brad, was more convinced by Kay's smile than by her words that everything was all right. He returned her smile with a kiss.

Again he used his hand to guide his swollen cock back to her moist furry opening. Kay lay back and breathed deeply and with satisfaction, experiencing his strokes, which once more had her body bouncing into the mattress. He added more length to his sturdy strokes.

The hair around the base of his cock met the nest of light brown hair between her thighs. His balls touched her smooth firm ass each time he stroked. He fucked so energetically he pulled his cock back until only the head was out of sight. At the apex he'd ram it into her wet pussy, burying it deep in her thrilled body. Each stroke forced the breath out of her with a guttural cry. To quiet her he put his mouth on hers and fucked her with his tongue too.

Kay was digging into Brad's back with her nails. He was covered with red lines on the shoulder. Brad's hips were not only going up and down, but rolling in a circle as well. He doubled his fucking speed and clutched her tightly in his young arms. Each breath she took was noisier than the last. He felt the cum in his balls boiling like the lava in a volcano.

Brad's hips thrashed mightily. His busy body got rigid but he kept madly driving his hips at her, churning his throbbing cock in her warm wet cunt. Kay kissed his neck over and over as fast as she could. She felt his orgasm escalating.

"I'm coming!"

She held him fast. Brad's semen gushed into her cunt in long heavy spurts. He pumped his ecstatic cock deep into her with driving lunges onto her soft body. She instinctively tried to draw the cum out of him by flexing her pussy. The shots of cum began coming farther apart. His body went limp on top of her.

"It's been a long day, honey, I need a shower."

Kay hopped out of bed and found a terrycloth towel. He put it around his body, scratched his head, and went into the bath. She followed him into the bathroom and took his towel when he handed it over the glass door of the shower. While the steam mushroomed up he asked a few questions, she answered, there were pauses, and finally, he was finished with his shower. She passed him over the door, noticing the dark area of his crotch in contrast to his flesh through the opaque glass door.

He stepped onto the bathmat dripping wet, toweling himself. His legs were attractively strong.

Kay thought she ought to get out of the bathroom so he could dry himself without having to strategically hold the towel. She turned to leave.

"No, stay."

With that he put the towel behind his shoulders and faced his cousin, his body naked.

She didn't want to look. He dried himself and continued talking calmly. Kay stole a glance at his swinging cock. It was soft but quite long. It was quite wide, too. He had been circumcised a long time ago and the mark was very deep. She thought his cock looked a lot like Bill's. Maybe all cocks looked alike. She was ashamed of her thoughts.

He continued talking to her as he wrapped himself in the terrycloth towel she handed him and padded back to the bedroom. She felt much better and trailed him with a light heart.

"Your cousin's very well endowed; there may be something that needs the attention of a doctor."

His matter of fact statement made it less of a personal act and she obeyed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and put both hands on her hips as if she were three years old and he was dressing her.

She looked down.

"Fold your lips back."

She did.

"Yummy!"

He folded his arms tenderly around her and pulled her down on the bed beside him. She rested her head on his shoulder as he hugged her affectionately. He rocked her like a baby. She gratefully hugged him. His chest was broad and hard. She'd always loved putting her arms around him, but never more so than at this moment. He brought one big hand up and held her head against his chest. His other hand softly rubbed her back as they rocked on the bed.

Kay was snuggling her head and her breast against him. When she became aware of it she thought she shouldn't be so forward after two fucks. She started to pull her body away. To her surprise he held her fast. In fact he held her tighter.

His hands were sliding up and down her. When his hand came off her shoulder and began to slide around her breast she tried to pull away again.

He held her from getting up.

Kay wasn't sure any more what was happening. His hands came to her hips. She had her eyes fixed on his calm face. She didn't look at it, but she knew his penis was hard. The material of his robe was sticking out in front. He stood up. The protuberance was irresistible. His hands moved slowly as he undid the sash and pulled open the terrycloth.

Just as calmly Kay looked at his hairy chest, his flat stomach and his muscular arms. The hint of flesh at the sides was attractive. Her eyes settled on his cock. It was massive. Long, hard, blue-veined and helmeted with a weighty crown, it stuck out from his body even farther than she remembered.

He pulled her to the bed. She lay on her back. Slowly his mouth went to hers and he kissed her fully, adding strength to it. She responded as she'd never responded to any kiss before. She sought more of his lips, tugging them with her own. Her hands raced over his sides and shoulders. His arm came under her body and pulled her full breasts to him, pressing them against his chest by pulling her torso up off the bed.

He played with her tits. He kissed each nipple and all around them. He pressed his lips to the area between them and pushed them together with his palms. He licked her stomach and shoulders and neck. He exhaled in her ear.

Her nipples got bigger and harder. He puckered his full lips around them and sucked on them with just the right amount of pressure. She ran her fingers through his hair.

She was unaware that she had brought her knees up, and that she was anticipating his next move by moving them open. He let his body fall between her legs.

When he was ready to fuck her he took some saliva from his tongue and smeared it over the head of his swollen cock. Easily, he put it to the lips of her pussy. Carefully, he let the head slide between her labias. She accommodated it. He drove it a little bit forward and could feel her inner lips encouraging it by tightening, pulling and releasing only to tighten again, pull and release it. He moved into her faster. Kay easily brought his huge cock into her pussy.

"Show me what you can do."

"Yes!"

She felt so good she tried to do everything at once. She tightened and released her coral cunt-flesh. She ground her hips the way she'd been taught at belly dancers' school.

He was amazed at her skill. He drove his cock deeper. She revolved her body around it, making it feel more sensational with each movement. She kissed him passionately on the mouth and face. She clutched at him and banged her hips against him.

Kay grunted through clenched teeth.

"Fuck me, fuck me harder. Oh!"

She was greedy. She thrashed and tugged at him. He flung his hips, driving his enlarged penis between the soft flesh of her tight pussy, sliding it deep into her warm body.

"Fuck me, damn it! Fuck, you stud horse, fuck me!"

"That's it, honey! Twitch. Twist and hump and take – take – take your daddy's cum right now! Like that?"

He reared up like a stallion and drove his cock in her with all his might. He held it at the deepest point. His mighty force pinned her to the bed although she squirmed under the spike as hard as she could.

In maddening spasms of lust she doubled up her fists and unconsciously beat at his buttocks, trying to drive his cock even deeper into her. Her cunt was no longer hot, it was smoldering. It was on fire and the pressure was mounting. She stopped beating on his ass because she didn't know what was happening inside her. Her month came open. She didn't dare breathe. Her cunt was out of her control.

"Oh!" She gasped. She didn't know she was saying it.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her whole body shook. She knew she was coming. She was in ecstasy! She was in love!

Their bodies relaxed and he lowered himself onto her gently. As they lay in each other's arms their breathing returned to normal.

With her loving cousin beside her, Kay felt totally comfortable. It was a long way from her first sexual experience with Davey. That seemed to have happened to a different girl.

Kay's mind drifted over the events of the past few days, the whirlwind of excitement and adventure she'd been through. It didn't seem real to her that she'd actually gone straight from being a virgin to an incestuous relationship. She had learned fast! Good or bad, she was experienced now. She might become a respectable middle-class wife with a home and a stove and a garden who haunted the supermarket to shop for bargains. But she had paid her dues, by God!

CHAPTER THREE

Kay continued to think about her future in the next few days. Davey had to go to two weeks of summer camp as part of his Naval Reserve status. She was alone during the long hot July days.

"Why don't you get a job, Kay?"

It was her mother's suggestion. She knew her daughter was nervous and brooding about the future; she needed something to take her mind off herself.

"Go out and go to work. It doesn't matter what the job is, you just need to keep busy. It'll keep you from thinking about yourself."

"What job could I get so late in the summer?"

"Every restaurant and bar in town needs help; even if they only take you on part time. If you don't like it you can quit. Kay, you've got to do something, you're driving me crazy! Now go out and get a job."

An unsavory place called The Pit Stop had a sign in its window that a cocktail waitress was needed. Her father had once referred to the joint as "sleazy", but when she asked her mother if she cared if she applied for the waitress position her mother said anything would be preferable to having her mope around the house like a love-sick adolescent. Kay applied.

The owner was a short squat man with a thick black mustache. He was a foreigner but she could not determine from where he came; his accent was nondescript to the untrained ear. His name was Green so she knew he had changed it from something else. He smoked a cigar.

"Girls here wear shorts. Let's see your stems."

Feeling like something sold in a live bait store, Kay put her feet together, stood up and pulled her shirt high.

"Higher."

She hiked it up more.

"Higher, babushka. Your ass should show a little, your back will be to customers a lot."

Smarting inwardly, Kay complied and lifted her skirt till her panties showed.

"That's good, babushka, your quim's gotta nice shape."

Kay had never heard the term "quim" before and didn't know what it meant, but she knew enough not to inquire. She let her skirt fall.

"You're hired."

After her first four-hour shift she was exhausted and her feet were swollen. She thought she was walking on two watermelons. By the end of the night it was all she could do to get home to soak her aching feet and go to bed with two aspirins.

By the fourth day she felt fine and actually punched her time card feeling as if she could go out and have fun, she had so much energy left.

"Hay, Ruby, babushka, come into my office, I wanna see you about somethin'."

Kay took off her work shoes and put on her high-heeled sandals with the ankle straps. She noticed as she closed the door inside his office that Green was looking at her feet. There was a gleam in his eye. It crossed her mind that her boss had a foot fetish. He was all but licking his lips.

Green pointed to a chair and she sat down, carefully crossing her legs so he couldn't look up her skirt; she suspected he was the type of man who would do that sort of thing. She wished he'd get to the business at hand, whatever it was. She felt uneasy under his intense stare. It wasn't just that he was looking at her with intent eyes, it was the nervous way he kept twitching his fingers as if he were anxious to get his hands on her.

"How about a drink to calm you down after all those grabby drunks?"

Before she had an opportunity to accept or decline, he was pouring booze into two glasses.

"Thanks," she said with a touch of sarcasm which was lost on her single-minded employer.

"Drink it fast, I've got something on my mind."

She knew what it was, too.

"You dirty middle-aged man," she smiled.

"You know why I asked you in here, don't you?"

"No, Mr. Green."

"Ah, come off it, big tits, you've noticed me eyeing you. Nice stems, good bod and jugs like a German barmaid; you're sensational looking! I just gotta taste your cunt!"

"Mr. Green!"

"Stop acting shocked. Why do you think the job's available during this bad economic period? I like a quick changeover in my girls. I like variety and so do the customers. You gonna give me a little?"

"Mr. Green," Kay said, rising to her feet, "I don't need this job. I don't need any job. And I certainly don't need you!"

"Who's talking about need? I'm talking about wanting. I want you and frankly I think you could use the experience. I've noticed when the customers make a pass at you half the time you don't even get it."

Green had hit a sore point. True, she was inexperienced. Davey had complained about it. She looked at her boss. He was no beauty but his head was on straight.

"Kay, I dig big-titted cunts and you're driving me out of my gourd. Put out for me, you might like it."

"I think I'd better leave."

Kay looked at him; every instinct told her to bolt for the door, but something in his eyes held her still. She tried to move her legs; they wouldn't budge. His eyes were fixed on her with a terrible intensity. They were burning into her soul and she knew why – he had told the truth, she was ashamed of her inexperience. Repulsive or not, she was going to play his game; she owed that much to Davey.

"You won't hurt?"

"Shit, no, I like my women coming back for seconds."

Smiling for the first time, he undid his tie and quickly began pulling his clothes off.

Green was across the room from her. His eyes were glazed with lust. Naked, he held his hard cock out and played with it as he drank in the promise of her beautiful body. Kay smiled and let her skirt fall from her hips. In a moment she was naked, too.

His eyes roamed up and down her nakedness. He gestured toward his desk.

"Kay, lean back with your arms behind you and support yourself by your arms with your palms down. On my desk. That's right."

Kay stretched her body. Her big tits rolled to the sides.

"Beautiful, you hot snatch. Slide your ass forward until your pretty little cunt is right at the edge of the desk. That's right, let your legs hang down but spread them wide apart. You take directions well."

Green had walked away from her toward the wall and turned. His cock had jumped to a new hardness when he saw her open cunt inviting him.

"Babe, you're something!" The enthusiasm in his voice was an added aphrodisiac to her.

Drooling a little at the prospect of fucking her exciting love-slit, he purposely heightened his excitement by running his hands lewdly back and forth on his long, rock-hard cock as he walked toward her, slowly, deliberately. When his hips moved in smoothly along the insides of her knees, he took his left hand off his prick, crooked his hand under her right knee, and lifted her right thigh up high so that he could slide his cock easily into her.

The second the sensitive tip end of his cock touched the soft flesh folds of her wet cunt, the most exquisite sensations of pleasure rippled through his body. A similar, equally intensive feeling rocked Kay. She drew in her breath lustfully as she felt the blunt end of the solid cock press demandingly against her cunt.

He waited there a moment, on the threshold of her vagina, teasing the inner and outer labia with the end of his cock. The teasing drove her wild, made her want his cock to continue on its way into her hungry body.

"Don't stop there! Let me have all of it!" she screamed, bearing down on his cock with her vagina as he drove into her until the taut skin on his belly met the ends of her buttock cheeks.

Once he was fully inside her, he crooked his right hand under her left knee, too, and lifted her left thigh up so that he was holding her legs in his hands, at the knees, her vagina impaled on his cock. In that position he was able to control the movement of her crotch on his massive erection as well as thrust his cock in and out of her. She was his willing prisoner, and it was exhilarating to both of them.

Her lust grew as he held her legs rigid and bounced up and down on his toes a little, so that his cock joggled in place in her cunt. He didn't move in or out of her by so much as a fraction of an inch.

"You're good, you know that?"

Kay breathed her compliment out as the friction of his cock against her blood swollen clit sent thrills through her body. She wanted his cock to storm in and out of her, wanted its huge hardness rubbing forcefully against her clitoris to give her even more pleasure.

"I bet you want more, don't you, big tits?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

Kay wanted him to make her come. How big and strong his cock was!

"Bang me all you want. As hard as you can."

He had begun to comply with her fevered desire, arching his hips and drilling his ramrod in her dripping cunt. In and out, in and out, in and out. He teetered on his feet.

With a cry of joy, Kay flung her head back, tossing it from side to side. His body, except for his cock in her, was too far away from her for the total delirium that she craved. She wanted to hold his sturdy body tightly against her own body, her breasts gloriously crunched against his chest, her arms holding him to her in a grip of steel.

"Hold me so my cunt can go riding up and down on your big prick!"

His eyes glittering even more lecherously, he continued to hold her by his hands under her knees, but he helped her to an upright position by leaning forward aver her so that she could grasp him around his neck. She swung her body up, in front of, and parallel to, his rugged frame, so that her cunt was sitting on his still magnificently hard cock. She hugged her hot body close to his big chest began joggling up and down on his tool as she clung to him ecstatically.

She hung onto him like a bulldog as she went on pumping herself on him, now slowly, now rapidly, until they were both obsessed with the need for orgasm. She uttered soft little sighing moans that seemed to keep time with the up-and-down plungings of her vagina on his enormous flagpole of a cock.

Every nerve ending in her vibrated with the beauty of what his dick was doing to her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls clutched and unclutched at his hard tool as she slid up and down on it. She pressed her face to his and smothered his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, with slobbering, torrid kisses. The love-juice dripped copiously out of her hole, all around the circumference of his cock. It fell on the wrinkled skin of his scrotum as his bag of testicles, every now and then, slapped against her cunt-lips.

Her eyes were dilated with passion. Her hair was a filmy mass of silky, black strands, flying all around his head as she pitched her head this way and that in her excited state. Her body was perspiring freely, as every duct in her body produced perfumes to bind the two of them together.

Gasping for breath, scarcely aware of her weight as she bounced about in his arms, her cuntal sheath enveloping his turgid cock, he began taking short steps around the desk as she held onto him in her spasms of riding desire. His eyes goggled and his body was aglow with the pleasure he was getting from having his cock going in and out of her. Her young body was pure delight to him. The touch of her skin on his, the sleek lines of her figure with her slim waist, long legs, beautifully shaped thighs, delightful handfuls of buttocks, her firm, full breasts, her adorable, black-haired and slightly protuberant mound of Venus.

"Don't move for a few seconds, babe!" he groaned between pants. "I don't want to come yet!"

They both relaxed for a few moments and let their breathing return to normal. Green's cock refused to go down and he was aware of a sensation of pain in his bloated cock. He had to come soon or he thought he'd do himself an injury.

He immersed his steel-hard cock in the soft wetness of her vagina. Only a few strokes brought them to fever pitch again and before she could announce it, she came all around him. He was borne upward on a tidal wave of tingling sensations as her cunt tightened around his cock. He could feel his balls knot in his scrotum, causing his cock to swell even more. Seconds later his cock stiffened more and jerked spasmodically as he winged it in and out of her at incredible speed. His semen began spurting through his long shaft and up into her womb like lava from a volcano.

"I'm coming! You gorgeous cunt! I'm giving you everything I have! Pull it all out of me! Drain me! Don't stop! Ride me, baby! Ride me! Kill me with the joy of it! Oh, Jesus! It's so great!" He clung to her for dear life and she continued sliding her vagina over his cock until the organ, its climax over at last, began to droop and quickly fell out of her.

He staggered back and almost fell as the impact of his climax left him drained and limp. He managed to step back a few feet to the desk and rested his buttocks against the edge of it to steady himself, for the first time beginning to be conscious of her weight as she hung onto him. From where he was sitting on the edge of the table, her back was to the mirror, but he faced it over her shoulder. It was a beautiful sight.

"Kay, for a girl who works nights and is on her feet all the time, you certainly aren't sleeping well," commented her mother at the breakfast table the next day.

"I'm just nervous about getting married, that's all."

"Well, you'd better stop thinking about it. Davey won't want a haggard-looking bride. You'll have plenty of time after you're married to think about it."

She noticed Kay was about to say some thing. She felt her daughter's hesitation – she needed a little reinforcing. Kay was obviously under some strain.

"Look, honey, Davey's a wonderful boy. Your father and I were talking about him last night. We both agree you are getting a fine young man. He's the same age your father was when we married; believe me, you've got a rosy future. Sure, there'll be difficult times, but as long as you approach every disagreement with good will and a lot of patience, it'll work out fine. I don't have a worry in the world about you."

She kissed her daughter lovingly and proceeded to clear away the coffee cups.

Kay appreciated her mother's efforts to make her feel better, but it didn't help, it only increased her anxiety. How could she confide in her mother that she was sleeping around to gain experience? After the traumatic night with Davey she was afraid she'd lose him without some skill in bedroom activity.

That night at work she avoided Green whenever possible. Fortunately, there was a regular customer, a cab driver, who kept her busy whenever she had a moment to listen. She liked him. He was reserved, even though it was quite obvious to everyone who bothered to notice that he was on the make.

The inevitable question was asked around one o'clock, a half hour before she was off duty.

"Kay, would you like to have a cup of coffee at my place after work?"

He said it and swallowed hard; asking was no easier for him than for her. It was so obviously a pick up.

Kay studied the cab driver. He was lean and pleasant looking although she wished he would go to a different barber, his hair was atrocious. His face, however, was pleasant and his youthful enthusiasm appealed to her besides, he was gentlemanly. He was a change from the usual customer at The Pit Stop.

Smitty, the cab driver, smiled. For Kay, that was it. Those perfect teeth were her undoing.

"Yes, but please don't let the boss know we're going out together. I'll meet you at your cab when I get off in twenty minutes. Smitty – thank you for asking."

His perfect teeth flashed again as he brought the cigarette in his mouth. He let it dangle as if he were a cowboy as he left a fat tip on the bar and strutted to the door. Twenty minutes later his flag was up while he sat patiently in his cab. When Kay came out of the bar, a sweater over her shoulders because the summer weather had turned chilly, he hopped out and held the door for her.

Kay got in the back of the cab and put her feet up on the jump seat.

"Uh! Am I glad to get off my feet! Wheew!"

Smitty clutched the steering wheel tightly. Did she realize how far off her feet he wanted to get her?

Quickly, he led her up the stairs and into his apartment. Smitty turned on the heat. He pulled the blinds. They stood across the room from each other, and he began taking off his shirt without removing his eyes from her. She glued her eyes on him and began undoing her dress. They continued to strip without looking at the clothing they were dropping.

In minutes they were both stark naked. Impulsively, Kay dashed across the room and jumped into the air, landing with her legs spread apart on either side of his stomach. He caught her ass in powerful arms as her arms closed around his neck. Their lips sealed on one another's.

He walked her into the bedroom that way. He set her down. They stepped back from each other, drinking in the sight of each other's nakedness.

Smitty stepped forward, turned her body around and hugged her from behind. He turned her around in his arms and felt her all over. She leaned trustingly against him. That made him feel good.

"I don't make a rule of picking up waitresses."

"I'm not a habitual picker-upper of cab drivers."

Smitty smiled and showed those hundreds of pearly teeth as if to undermine her self control even more.

"I noticed you the first night you started, when you couldn't tell one drink from another. You're pretty good now. But all week I've noticed how much of a lady you are and that's why I asked you out. I know a courtship should take longer, but seeing you here, well, I just started peeling my clothes off, I wanted you that much."

"You're an attractive man, Smitty. Joyce, the blond, said you're 'a hump'."

Smitty boldly crowded his mouth with her breast. His hands squeezed her tits together and he transferred his hungry mouth from one blossoming breast to the other. His hands were warm without being hot and they nestled the eggs of her breasts.

He dragged his tongue over her big tits and wallowed between them. His hands were in her hair which he unconsciously combed with his fingers. As a natural expansion of his tongue movements he began to explore the territory he controlled with his mouth. He worked his lips over her tummy and sides. He nuzzled his nose in her underarms and smelled the faint perspiration of her body. Even that aroma smelled good to him.

His faced dropped down to her hairy triangle and he licked at her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh."

His lips did push-ups on her pussy. His tongue emerged from his mouth and rooted around for her clit which he pleasured with quick firm touches.

"You're setting me on fire!"

Smitty turned toward her and held her under his body in sinewy arms.

"Oh, Smitty, you're dynamite!"

She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could.

"You're the best-looking cab driver I've ever been laid by. Your drive shaft's divine!"

"Yeah, sweets? Wait till you see me in high gear!"

Kay gazed down on Smitty's handsome nude body. She could feel his cock but could not see it. She didn't care too much, though, because she could feel it pressing against her flesh and warming her.

"Oh, honey, you're too much. I could fuck the shit out of you without stopping, for hours on end."

"I didn't think a man could keep at it that long."

"I'm willing to die trying."

Panting and snuggling into her neck Smitty explored her young body. The hot weight of his torso excited her and she felt moisture forming in her cunt folds. His penis was growing bigger and hardening up. It crawled across her leg as it swelled. It was weighty and the weight made her hungry to enclose it within her pink pussy lips.

Kay clutched his broad back and nestled herself into the mattress. Smitty dry humped her.

All kinds of tits turned Smitty on. He liked summer because then women wore low-cut dresses and he could adjust his rear-view mirror to observe them while driving. He had a luscious pair right here and he took advantage of them by giving them his taste test.

He supported one meaty globe by putting his hand under it. He ran his tongue around it as if he were drawing a bull's eye on it. Her nipple was the center and became the target for his protruding tongue.

Smitty transferred his attention to her other breast and once more zeroed in on her nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth and puckering his lips.

"Ummmm, that's so good."

The tit-sucking hardened his cock.

"Time to put baby in his playpen," he said grinning at her and adjusting himself between her legs. "Let's make this a good one for the Gipper," he joked.

His cock reared up and sought the entrance to her "playpen". He brought one hand to his mouth and smeared saliva over his palm, then applied it to his cock. He repeated the action so his cock would be lubricated to slide easily into her sweet chamber.

"Okay, start your meter."

Kay began their ride by rolling her hips from side to side, letting his plunger sink deeper into her warm pussy.

"That's my baby."

She could feel the weight of his body pressing her down. His hips were rising and falling in rhythmic thrusts.

"Drive, sweets, drive. Let's have all that good pussy."

Kay purposely ground her hips as if she were a hula dancer. His pistoning action kept up unrelentingly and gradually her breathing adjusted to match his strokes.

Every few strokes he would bring his face down to her tit, and fondle her nipple with his hips. He was expert at doing that, thanks to long hours of dedicated practice. His hands clutched her under the shoulders and she was comfortably caged in his arms.

Kay was unsuspecting but loved it when he abruptly pulled out and backed away to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to the edge, her cunt right at the edge. By bending his knees he was able to crouch and fuck her by rocking his body easily. His swollen cock slid in and out of her hair-ringed opening. He liked to watch her pussy lips bend and roll with his advances and withdrawals.

"That's… good… so… good."

He wet one finger and slid it along the tip of his cock, letting his strokes pull it into her cunt. His fingertip easily massaged her clitoris.

"Fuck me, Smitty."

Smitty advanced his hips, pulling back till most of his cock was out of her sweet sheath. Forcefully, he drove back inside. His hand gripped her tightly. Perspiration flew off his forehead. His body shook with the release he was feeling.

"Uuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh, baby," he exhaled slowly.

Kay felt his cum pouring into her. She felt it flush into her body. She sighed and thought there were many more surprises of a nature in store for her. She wondered when he would be finished shooting into her. He was still coming in strong, forceful hot spurts.

Smitty exhaled in a manner which made his whole body subside and, even though his cock was still spitting into her pussy, he withdrew it.

"Ahhhhhh," he exclaimed rapturously. Smitty had had it for a while.

CHAPTER FOUR

After a ten-minute pause, Smitty, more eager than ever, quickly refilled the gap left between Kay's firm young legs. His hand slid up her smooth skin and rested once more on her round breast. Her aroused nipple was much larger than before.

Greedily, he sucked it into his mouth, making gulpy sounds like a baby with a bottle. His cheeks worked in and out like billows. Kay could feel her tit being stretched yet it didn't hurt. There was nothing like an experienced man to make a girl feel sensational!

He drew his mouth off her tits long enough to insert one finger between his lips, moisten it and slide it easily into her moist pussy. He worked it around her hot inner flesh trying to stimulate her clitoris.

"That's it!" she exclaimed.

Smitty rubbed his fingertip swiftly back and forth on her hard knob, bending it teasingly while his lips, puckered and sucked on her breast.

His hungry mouth gobbled up her tits as if he were starving. Kay could only thrill to the touch of his lips. His mouth seemed to draw as much pleasure from her as his cock did. That gave Kay an idea.

"Smitty…"

He stopped sucking.

"Yeah?"

"Let me try something, okay? I want to test my versatility. Is that all right with you?"

"Sweets, as long as you do it with your clothes off, I'm game for anything."

Kay gently guided him off her body and turned him onto his back on the bed with his knees bent and his feet on the floor. She got down on the floor on her knees between his hairy legs and ran her hands up and down them just to feel their solidity.

She smiled at him and said, "Smitty, I'm going to give you some head."

Smitty, the soul of patience, pulled a pillow behind his head and prepared to watch her. His cock was standing straight up showing all its blue and red veins. From Kay's point of view it looked as big as the Washington Monument, only fatter at the top.

She clutched his balls in one hand and cradled them gently. She stretched her head back, tossing her hair off her face.

She had to get his long cock at the proper angle to suck it. She adjusted her knees and brought his plump prick toward her mouth. It was darker than his skin and going limp. She opened her mouth. One hand guided his cock to her lips and she put a couple of inches of it into her mouth, holding its weight in her hand.

Kay sucked slowly and tentatively until she got a feeling for the kind of pressure that pleased him. He seemed relaxed but not excited. He must be a fucker and a tit-kisser, she surmised.

Once more she cupped his balls in her free hand and scratched at their crinkled flesh lovingly and tenderly with her fingernails. That action brought the blood to his cock and it began to take shape again. With her mouth sucking on the head of his cock his blood slowly flowed into it making it resemble one of those gracefully arching natural rock bridges.

To Kay it had a delectable length. Viewing it from this angle she understood the fascination of phallic worship. As it expanded to its true length Smitty seemed self-conscious about the size of it. By the time it was fully grown it was ramrod hard with all its veins standing out. The head of it had expanded dramatically. Smitty blushed but his blush seemed full of pride.

"Now I know what they mean when they say a guy is God's gift to women."

Kay felt all the swelling his cock was going through while it was incubating inside her mouth. As she moved down its fat length the next few inches-made her throat feel sore. She concentrated on making him feel good, however, and forgot about her discomfort.

She let her mouth moisten the skin of his cock so it would slide more easily down her throat. That was where she wanted it. She found that by driving up from below and following the arc of his cock she could come down on it in slow motion. The image of a dolphin leaping into the air and reentering the water came to her mind.

Smitty didn't push or move much at all. His cock seemed to be going farther into her throat than she'd imagined possible. She worked slowly. She let his organ advance at its own pace, sliding easily over her tongue and tonsils. She was moving her back a lot and squatting up and down on her haunches as she gave him the blow job.

Smitty experienced new heights of pleasure as her mouth touched parts of his cock with new pressure and it expanded the sensations he was feeling. His hips joined her subtle movements.

Kay's mouth bridged the distance between his abdomen and the head of his cock by opening and closing, going back and forth, back and forth. His cock tingled in her throat as it moved silkily up and down her tonsils. She bobbed up and down on his hot prick as deeply as she could manage. He placed his big hands on her collarbones and thrust forward with his hips at a quick short pace.

His long cock began to make her throat burn. Yet she was stimulated by her sucking and felt a spot in her crotch growing damp.

She needed air. She pulled off his cock a bit and glanced down at it. It was quite smooth on the head, but her lower lip and tongue could feel the roughness of its underside. His veins were fat, just like on the cock of her dreams.

Smitty put one hand in her hair and directed her mouth back down his throbbing prick. His cock had sunk to the deepest point in her throat. It went even farther. It got past the uncomfortable spot where it made her gag. He drove it deeply but so gradually, so it wasn't an intrusion, it seemed to be letting her throat slowly expand to accommodate its impressive length.

Kay found something new, some muscles in her mouth she never knew were there. Eagerly she tried them out.

She was astonished to find room in her mouth for her tongue to move around. She let it crawl, snake-like, over the sides of his cockhead. It undulated back and forth, rubbing against the veins on its bottom side. She brought her tongue forward to her teeth so it moved up the length of his prick, then drew it back. All the time he kept up the fucking motion with his hips.

Kay tried to coil her tongue around his cock. Her spiraling tongue stretched itself till the base of it hurt and she let it relax and fall back to a more normal position.

"That's it, sweets, suck my hot prick."

Immediately, Kay pushed her mouth forward, straining for all she was worth to get as much of his cock into it as she could crowd. She went back and forward. Again and again she traveled its length with her wet lips. She felt his body tensing and felt the muscles contract.

Kay pushed her face to his belly as quickly as she could do without missing a stroke. Her body felt as if she were rushing, actually rushing, to engulf his cock.

"Suck me, sweets, oh, suck the shit out of me. C'mon!"

His words made her lose all restraint. Greedily, she strained her neck to get his cock down it as far as she could. She didn't know what she was doing, all she could feel was the heat building up in her body, her tits tensing and hurting a little from being so stimulated.

Her throat felt stretched. Her eyes were watering, her mouth aching and yet she forced herself to engulf as much fat cock as she could. It wasn't enough, she wanted more and she made her whole body shudder she was so eager to swallow his cock.

"I'm getting there, sweets."

A few more frantic strokes with her head and she knew he was going to come.

"Yeah, baby; oh, yeah!"

He let out a gut-based rumble and his legs began twitching uncontrollably. His cum came racing up his cock and splashed into her throat. With each beat of his heart his cock flexed. Gobs of cum were rushing through it. Desperately she moved her tongue, trying to heighten the sensation for them both.

Smitty's coming was plentiful and she found she couldn't take it all. She had to pull off. As it was exposed to the less warm air outside her mouth, it began to shrink, as if by magic.

"What's the kid say on television? 'Dynomite!'"

Smitty helped her to her feet; she could hardly stand.

"You've had a workout. Do you want a drink?"

"May I have a glass of water, just to wash the cum down with?"

When he'd brought her the water, his elongated cock flapping against his legs as he walked, she drank it thirstily.

"Thanks."

He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her thigh and petted her like a pussycat.

"You want to do me a real favor?"

"Sure, what?"

"Gimme a rim job."

"A what?"

"Rim. Rim. Don't you know what rim means?"

"No."

"It's like this."

Quickly he was on his feet and gently pushing her over onto her stomach. Her legs stuck out over the bed and he stepped between them, spreading them as he dropped to his knees. He took one melon-like buttock in each hand and slowly rolled their fleshy expanse in circles with powerful palms. Kay could feel his breath on her ass.

"You get very close to the sphincter and slowly… slowly…"

He stopped talking because his mouth was on her asshole. Kay let her mouth fall open at the feeling. His lips were pressed up against her rectum and he was kissing it, there was no mistake what he was doing. She felt his tongue come out of his mouth and penetrated her puckered anus.

She let out a gasp of surprise. He did it for a few more seconds, sticking his tongue in her quite deeply and then he withdrew and got to his feet.

"That's rimming, sweets."

"Wow!"

"How about doing it to me? I sit down all day on the job and my ass is damn sore sometimes. A little tongue massage will set it off just right."

Kay was repulsed by the idea. He looked so hopeful it made her think again about such activity. He'd done it to her. She was in this man's bed to learn, after all; nobody ever said it had to be a pleasant lesson.

Without saying anything she slid off the bed onto the floor. He quickly turned over face down and rose to his knees, resting the side of his face on the bed and letting his ass stick up into the air, making it look like the largest part of his body.

Kay positioned herself between the soles of his feet and took a deep breath. Timidly at first, she moved toward her goal. It was like a purple hole. Tentatively, she brought her face closer to his ass. She held his ass-cheeks in both hands and gradually moved her lips to the rosette. She gave it a timid kiss. She was startled to realize how tender the flesh was. She'd never thought about that.

"That's right. Just massage it with your tongue – it'll feel so good."

Kay shut her eyes and pressed her mouth to it once more. She felt him kissing her with his ass. Blanking her mind, she kissed back. He seemed to expand the size of his asshole. She shuddered but kept on going, thinking of the wedding gift she'd be able to give Davey.

Slowly she sent her tongue forth and into his tight sphincter.

"Ahhh."

She extended her pink tongue into the darkened hole as much as she could arid then began working it around in a circle. When she got the feel of it she quickened her circling. Before she had completed many rings she had gotten the feel of the thing and was pleased to realize it didn't feel bad.

"That's it, oh, that's so good. Now go in and out."

Working her lips and tongue, Kay pressed them against his flesh, feeling it give slightly as her tongue fucked his ass. She began doing it faster and harder. She swept it around in big circles, jutting in and out and around.

"Sweet shit, that's good!"

She did it till she thought she'd black out. Gradually he realized her tongue was growing tired. He crawled away from her face but she pursued and kept attacking his puckering sphincter with her tongue. Reluctantly, she stopped. He pulled farther away and turned over, sitting with outstretched legs on the bed. He beckoned her up onto the bed, held her in his arms and kissed her mouth a lot.

"If you're ever in a situation when your man complains of sitting down too much, just do that for him and you'll have a friend for life."

"Like a department store Santa Claus in the weeks before Christmas?"

"You know something, Kay? You've got a wicked imagination."

Smitty was driving her home when she asked him if he had a cigarette. He turned to her and smiled as he reached in his shirt pocket for the packet. In that split second, Smitty, the professional driver, let his emotions overtake him and his hand forgot to loosen up on the wheel. His gripping hand brought the wheel just enough to the right to bring the car enough to the right to fill a space which was occupied by a Buick.

The collision was minor but the effect was major. Kay was tossed to the floor with a twist to her neck which frightened her. When the automobile had come to a halt she had to be lifted from the car by policemen.

As the crowd gathered and other policemen directed traffic away from the site, one of the policemen held her head off the pavement while another tucked a blanket around her. She was very calm, and even before the ambulance arrived she knew she was all right.

"Honest, officer, I'm cool. I was a little stunned, but I'm fine. Where's the driver?"

"Your driver is okay. He's filling out the report. If you think you're okay, then it's nothing; you're the only one on the ground. Other guy's okay, too."

"That makes three of us because I am fine."

"You probably are, but we gotta take you to the hospital at least so they can x-ray you; it's a good idea in any case. Okay?"

The officer was Italian-looking with big dark eyes, dark curly hair, and an athletic body. His smiling mouth was permanently fixed in a pleasant smile. His eyes twinkled. He wasn't much older than she was, probably not Bill Bradley's age.

"Okay, I'll go. How will I get home from the hospital?"

"I'll drive you myself," said the Italian-looking cop.

"Mr. Policeman, you've got a deal."

Kay lay wrapped calmly in the blanket in case of delayed shock. She was thinking of seeing the sexy policeman once again. Smitty had finished with the other police officials and came to her stretcher to see how she was.

"I'm fine, really, don't worry. They want to x-ray me, isn't that silly? The cop said it was just a precaution and I know they won't find anything wrong, I feel fine, see."

Kay tried to wiggle all her body at once to show him she was in good shape.

"Don't do that, Kay! You might have internal injuries."

"If I do they're from last night, not the accident. Are you all right?"

"Sure, I'm just worried about you."

"Okay, cabbie, your passenger's fine, we'll take it from here. And driver, forget about the tab, huh?"

"Well, of course, Kay…"

Kay waved cheerily to him as ambulance attendants lifted her stretcher into the air and she bounced into the white ambulance found it fun to whiz through the streets at top speed, all traffic moving aside, to the earsplitting scream of the siren. The young Italian-looking policeman rode in the ambulance with her and smiled at her a lot.

The hospital emergency room turned out to greet her, or so it seemed. As soon as the ambulance pulled into the entrance there were hoards of white-coated people around it. Some of them looked like Asians. The rest were black. All of them were busy as hell.

What the ambulance attendants told them diminished the ranks of white coats and slowed the pace considerably; still the system followed its course and she was examined by three doctors, when wheeled on a skinny table to the x-ray room. The room was brown Formica and the attendant, who was also brown, was wearing a heavy rubber apron. He talked with an echo. The room was so clean it reminded her of her Aunt Ethel's house.

When she emerged with a clean bill of health the young police officer with his black leather jacket was waiting to keep his promise and see her home.

"I went to the stationhouse and got my car. I told the Sarge I was going home sick."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes, starved."

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"You've done too much already."

"But this time you'd be doing something for me."

His name was Vince LoFranco and he had a talent for smiling a lot.

He took her to a restaurant called Little Italy. It was her first visit there. Delicious food. On the way out he pointed to a table near the door. The occupants looked like a lovely old couple taking their children out for Sunday dinner. Kay was quizzical as to why he was pointing to the innocuous table.

"That's where Joey the Pimp was shot to death. Right there where the little girl with the braids is sitting."

"Oh."

"Would you like to see some of the countryside?"

A twinge went through her body. The last time somebody offered to show her the sights she'd lost her virginity.

"I'm open to new thrills."

Vince's face lit up and he smiled. Kay noticed he had cute dimples.

They sped past town with its ever increasing crop of skyscrapers. The slums were above them as they continued north on the West side of town. Kay noticed a large round grey structure dominating the green slope of a park. It looked like a Greek temple, only round.

Vince pulled the car into a narrow parking area like those scenic turn-outs along highways. She saw the polluted river, the polluted night sky and grimy buildings along the horizon. She saw the abused lawn of the park, and the scrawled-upon colorless cement and stone of the uninspired public works that money-conscious civil servants choose to erect for the enhancement of the lives of those who spend their days living with the monstrosities.

Kay looked around. There were a few cars parked. As the headlights of passing cars back-lit one, she saw there was a couple necking in the one closest to them. That's when she realized that this policeman who was so nice was on the make.

At first she got uptight. But he took his time. He didn't move toward her or put his arm on the back of the seat.

Vince's was the subtlest maneuver a man had ever used on Kay. And it worked. By the time he stopped chatting she was completely fascinated by him. He smiled like an innocent. She'd seen him as the efficient policeman, the interesting storyteller, the charming dinner companion and now, she thought, as the seducer. She liked all of them.

Vince didn't make a move. Kay was sitting tight, smiling her best smile, holding her back straight to make the most of her bustline and trying to be as winning as possible because right then she wanted to be cuddled like the girl in the car parked next to them.

It was maddening! She thought she'd have to jump him. Still he didn't make a move. All he did was smile and stare at her.

Kay's heartbeat sounded like an elephant stamping his feet. She couldn't stand it any longer.

"What's holding you back?"

"I guess it's because you seem much more mature than you actually are. You are only sixteen."

Of course, even to a cop of twenty or so, Kay was jail bait. Of all the people to be aware of the ramifications of screwing an underaged girl, a policeman was the one.

"I maybe jail bait to you, but you're not jail bait to me."

Kay leaned over and kissed him as passionately as she could. His mouth was quick to respond, but he didn't move his hands. She took a healthy breath and kissed him again, putting a little tongue into it. He moved his mouth well. She liked the heat of his body. She turned in his arms and her shoulder blade hit the horn.

Her aggressive approach was blasted into thin air by the sudden noise. Kay was lying across his chest, and they just laughed. He raised his hands then and cradled her while they let the laugh die of its own exhaustion. He didn't take his hands away.

"Oh, that's wonderful. I wish you'd never stop."

"You really like necking, don't you?"

"I do, I do."

"Good. So do I."

Vince reached under the seat and moved the catch so that seat would slide back. It glided into place and locked with a metallic "clank".

"Isn't it late?"

"Not so late we can't knock off a piece before we have to split."

"But my folks… they might get anxious."

"No more anxious than mine."

That struck Kay as odd because she had never thought of a policeman as having parents who waited up for him to come home. Naturally, most twenty year olds had parents who still demanded to know where their offspring had been till such a late hour. What must it be like to have a cop living in your house? How do you play parent to such a son?

Their lips met again. They were necking. Gradually, after some warm kisses, his hands began to come alive. They supported her back. He slid over so he wasn't behind the wheel. Kay felt pleased when his hands began to explore her body. In a moment his passion was aroused and he fondled her lovingly.

Kay pressed her cheek against his. It was slightly warm to her touch. He withdrew his hand, leaned over and opened the window slightly. They needed the air because his windshield was beginning to fog up. He didn't come back to her, he turned and reached over the back seat and locked the doors.

When he turned around, he smiled and encircled her with his well-developed arm. She felt more female than she ever had in her life. He turned her on.

Vince puckered his full rich lips and planted them softly on her earlobe. His strong fingers played in her hair. He exhaled slowly and directed it at her neck, her ears, her eyelids. When she looked into his eyes she saw somebody different. He wasn't the boy next door, he was a handsome young man aware he was getting a hard-on.

Vince closed his arms around Kay and kissed her in the sweetest way imaginable, on the lips. What a touch! She melted. Quickly, she glued her mouth to his. They kissed and kissed. Before much time had passed his hands were doing more than cradling her next to his trim body. They were following the curve of her shoulders and back. His kisses landed on her neck and behind her ears. His fingers romped over her.

Kay let her body weight rest on his strong legs. His mouth was warm and she was excited by the little bit of suction his lips made on her skin. She let her tongue tell him she wanted more of him. His hands came to her front and toyed with her collarbone. She stayed still. With his face up close to hers he slipped his hands slowly into her blouse.

Without being conscious of it they somehow slid out level on the narrow seat. Kay's legs were across his thighs. He was leaning over her, propped up on his elbows. Their lips bounced off each other's.

He was kissing her on the chest and undoing her jeans at the same time. He had to getup and tug them off her. It was some job in the confined space. When they were off and on the floor by the pedals he calmly drew her panties off her smooth slender legs.

Vince planted a row of kisses down her body and when he got to her pudenda he introduced his tongue to her hairs. She was dizzy with the thrill of his worshipful lips caressing her cunt. Long strokes of Vince's tongue awakened her turned-off nerve ends and she began to shift her hips to increase the friction of his flesh rubbing against hers. She could hear the sucking noises his mouth was making. It was a good sound.

His hands were on her buttocks and helped pull her cunt to his face. He must have liked breathing the confined air through the filter of her pubic hair. It seemed natural for him to be with her this way.

Kay put her hand on his head and encouraged him to eat her pussy. She liked the feel of his face fitting between her legs. She liked the texture of his curly black hair falling against her belly. She liked the soft pinching of his lips on her labias. Suddenly her body froze. His educated tongue was touching her bud of pleasure Kay drew in her breath quickly. Her heart beat twice as fast.

Vince enthusiastically flicked his tongue back and forth between the lips of her warm cunt. He kept swallowing to thrill her more. He'd do anything to make a girl feel right.

Kay wanted to feel his mouth on her everywhere. She let go of his nice head and began tugging her blouse. It was one of those wrap-around numbers with a tie in the back. She had difficulty getting it untied. She pulled and finally got the garment off. When her breasts were bare, his hands crawled up to the tips of her nipples and his fingers slid across their firm caps. Her head was dancing.

He worked his tongue deep in her moist cunt and stretched it so it collided with her clitoris. It didn't take much to excite her little boy in the boat and pretty soon he was standing up sturdy and staunch like a good little sailor. Vince rubbed it with his tongue. Kay could have screamed, it felt so good!

She could have spent eternity letting him do that, but nothing lasts forever. He raised himself up and crawled like a great bear on top of her prone body. Her arms welcomed him and her lips tattooed his face with sweet affection.

Kay didn't know when or how he did it, but when he lay on top of her heated and excited body she could feel the hardness of his cock. It was free of the restraining trousers. It was pressing eagerly against her bare leg. With mouths locked, they jostled to maneuver his straining organ to her expectant cunt.

Kay drew in her breath as he drove his sturdy rod into her. She tightened her legs against his body. He slid forward. He retreated, but advanced with new force. It was definitely fat. How long it was she couldn't yet tell, but it was hot and fell better than anything.

His prick touched her clitoris and Kay shivered violently. His hot cock didn't withdraw this time, but continued to agitate her inside, rubbing against her clit. Kay rotated her hips and pushed against him. He locked her in his arms. She wished he'd taken off his shirt; she would have liked to feel his body.

Vince's hips rose and fell on top of her. He seemed to be gaining speed with each powerful stroke of his heavy cock.

"God, you're wonderfully tight," he got out between quick breaths.

His saying that thrilled her. She threw her cunt at him. She held on to him tightly and must have looked like a young animal clinging to its mother's belly, because when he'd pulled up, he lifted her off the car seat. The width of his cock did something she'd never experienced before. It was filling her pussy and somehow there was enough left over to drive deeper inside. Her clit was rubbed one way when it went in and another as his cock pulled out. Kay was aware that her breathing had turned to helpless groans. Vince was bouncing her on the seat.

Vince grunted with each stroke. His fingers were firm on her shoulders. She undulated her tummy, swiveled her hips and tried to bounce her box farther onto his enlarged cock. That's how they fucked and fucked and fucked.

Vince was so excited he thought he'd come any minute and the delicious experience would be over. She wanted to shove him off, make him stay his distance and cool down. She wanted to, but she clutched him tighter. He was hot and perspiring now. His breaths were shorter and shallower. She thought he'd come any second. With a loud grunt that was more than a word he pulled his wet cock out. It made a "slurp" sound as it withdrew.

Kay didn't know how he did it in the confined space but he got on his haunches on the floor and with the sheer force of his arm muscles lifted her up, turned her sideways, and worked her into a sitting position. His mouth went to work on her pussy.

His face pressure was so strong she couldn't help but try to move backwards. Of course there was no place to go except up. Try as she would to stay put, she kept going up, supporting herself on her hands, her ass up off the seat.

Kay's legs were spread and the force of his head kept increasing. She got one foot up on the seat. This gave her leverage to go up higher. He kept following her wet cunt, licking at it with his extended tongue and staring at her torso. His hands were on her hips. She got her elbows on the back of the seat and raised herself still farther. Vince kept right on advancing. Her hips were up on the seat top. She was sitting on it and he held her slender pale legs apart and licked freely at her defenseless pussy. His tongue explored at will and he probed and pushed and washed and wiggled and wandered in her cunt. Her clit was on fire. She heard herself making noises.

Kay's hair was all over her face and falling every which way. She was bent forward, but the feeling he was generating in her warm vagina was so great that she tossed her head back and forth. She said something then but didn't know what. Her writhing was getting her crazy. She leaned way over the steering column and turned around, putting her head over the back seat and staring up at the headliner. Kay put her hands on the ceiling, fists clenched in excitement. She straightened out and stretched backward. Vince was right after her, climbing up from the floor and sinking his lips into her cunt.

"You've got to stop!"

He only did it harder and faster. Kay was sobbing with pleasure. He kept forcing his tongue into her. It was pushing her backward over the seat.

"I'm falling! Vince!"

Vince didn't stop. Her ass slid off the back of the seat. She was hanging by her knees. She couldn't reach the back seat with her hands so she couldn't support herself. If she kept her torso rigid it prevented him from fucking her with his tongue. She let her body go limp and fell over the back seat. Hot-breathing Vince came right up the seat and tumbled clumsily over into the back seat too.

He moved Kay flat on her back and positioned himself between her legs. She had a little more room to function and was able to get her knees well apart. One of his talented hands cupped the flesh hanging off the edge of the seat. He rubbed and patted it and used it for leverage Kay put her hands behind his head and kissed all over his face. He easily got his moist cock into her pussy which was dripping the little fluids his tongue-fucking had generously produced. It seemed to slide in farther this time. At least it felt that way. Their bodies were bouncing together again and she could hear the springs rhythmically squeaking.

One of his arms went underneath her, he raised his body up slightly, and was able to advance his swollen prick even farther into her body. Kay's orgasm was building.

The deep penetration of his stiff cock thrilled her totally. The noise it made sliding in and out of her aroused cunt excited them. Their breathing patterns were identical and the inhaling's and exhalings crowded onto each other they came so fast. Her hot clit couldn't take any more friction. She had to come. She tightened her hold on his neck and the fluids gushed within her body. She groaned and trembled. His fingers tightened on her and his mouth sucked all of her tit into his cheeks. He was damp all over.

With a fast finish that doubled the noise from the springs he bounced them up and down on the car seat. Faster, faster and deeper.

"Ah. Ahhhh!"

He fucked faster.

"Oh, help me…"

With a final fuck that sent her almost painfully into the upholstery he abandoned all control and shoved his rod to the limit. His love juice gushed, into her steaming cunt, mixing with her own juices, and seeped out in droplets to stain the back seat of his car.

Kay felt spurt after spurt flood her and felt the slower, calmer pumping action of his muscular hips sending his cock to bathe in the sea of cum in her tight little harbor.

Vince's face was red when he released her tit. She looked at his puffy and inflamed face and kissed it tenderly. His lips were terribly soft and moved like slugs across her cheek.

CHAPTER FIVE

Kay wasn't the only one anxious about the wedding. Davey's plight was not much easier. True, Davey didn't have to worry about virginity, but neither did Kay any more.

Davey was excited but ambivalent about the coming ceremony. He would be leaving his freedom. He would be – what was that word in the Bible – "cleaving". That's what he was about to do for the rest of his life, cleave. It was a frightening prospect. What if they found out they didn't like each other? What if either of them found someone whom they liked better? What if by that time there were a lot of kids? His whole body shuddered at the thought.

All this anxiety made him horny. After the speech he had made to Kay he could hardly call her up and say, "let's forget all that I said and fuck." He couldn't do that, he had to maintain an image as head of the house and all that. He must be strong. Self-reliant. He couldn't beg.

He thought he'd won the battle until his cock got hard again. He threw up his hands and resigned himself to being horny. He would do what he always did – go to the Otter's Haunch.

The Otter's Haunch was a house by the river rented by his fraternity. During the summer it was occupied by a few of the brothers but mostly by summer school students who needed a place to stay near the campus. The house paid for itself with their rent so it was a good arrangement for the brothers, and besides, there was always someone there to talk with if you felt like rapping.

This summer's crowd consisted of older students, many of them married guys with a wife and kids back home. As a result, the summer boarders had a regular practice of bringing in women. The place fairly crawled with them. One brother had commented that there was more snatch than cock in the house this summer.

Hoping to find a stray girl out there, Davey turned his car toward the Otter's Haunch.

When he arrived his friends Bill and Eddy were involved in an all night poker game. He drove to their apartment above a liquor store and climbed the stairs.

"You bums got a cold beer for a nervous bridegroom?"

"Hi'ya, Davey."

"Hi, Davey."

Davey nodded to his friends. They had funny looks on their faces.

"What's up?"

"My cock."

"Your cock's always up. I think you're diseased."

"I hope I die of it, if that's the case."

"How come you're sitting around here half undressed?"

"Because the stakes are high. Look."

Out of the kitchen stepped a perfectly built and perfectly nude woman. She was longhaired and voluptuous. Her breasts were larger than any Davey had ever seen on a young woman. The area around the nipples was dark and large. She wore gold hoop earrings which caught the light. They and the paint on her toenails were the only things she had on.

"I'm Adele; I'm the pot."

"That's right, Davey, baby, she's what we're playing for. Want to be dealt in?"

"It's too late."

"Kings high."

The card players concentrated on the game Adele posed in the doorway, her full hips and delectable tummy shadowing the patch of hair framing her pronounced cunt. Davey was aroused.

Bill won the hand.

"It isn't fair for you to win this one too, Bill, you won the last one."

"Can I help it if I'm a lucky card player?"

"Hold it," said Adele from the doorway, "you can't win twice in a row. It ain't gentlemanly. Besides, I'm here for a little fun, too. If I wanted the same cock all the time I'd get married. Let somebody else win this hand. Who had the next highest hand?"

A fellow named Jerry did and he put his cards down and got up from the table. Adele came to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his stomach.

"That's it, lover, take advantage of your win."

Jerry led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

"Who the hell is that, Eddy?"

"She told you, Adele."

"But who is she?"

"Some broad I met in statistics class. I balled her a couple of times. One night she asked me if I had any friends who would be interested in a group party. I figured we could heighten the entertainment value of screwing her if we played for stakes. She's a nympho from way back. I bet she's had more guys than the U.S. Army."

"Davey, if you're horny, give her a hose job. She would love it. I noticed her eyes when she saw you. You turn her on. It must be the uniform."

"Dig it. She got excited by my jock strap hanging from the doorknob in there. She picked it up and smelled it. Pressed it right against her face. There's a lipstick stain on it now."

"She's a freak, Davey, a hot horny freak. Go knock off a piece when Jerry's through. I know Jerry, he won't take long. He's short fused."

Davey was enjoying his beer. The card game continued. He sat by and watched and sipped, watched and sipped. The noise from the bedroom was too loud and too obviously hot to last long. Adele was almost screaming for more cock. It was a good thing the Otter's Haunch was set apart, or neighbors would be pounding on the door. She was bellowing like a cow with her tit caught in a barbed wire fence.

A few more loud climactic screams and groans and Jerry walked out of the bedroom, buttoning his pants. His face was bright red.

"She wants to know who had the third highest hand."

The whole room broke into laughter.

Adele stood in the door and placed both arms on the jamb above her head.

"Well, who's up?"

"God, you're a pig, Adele. Doesn't your motor ever run down?"

"Look who's talking. You don't even have a motor. I had to do all the work when you were in there. Fucking you, I felt like a den mother."

The card players broke up laughing. Terry got embarrassed.

"How about you, bridegroom? Want to practice a little before the big event?"

Davey stared at the curvaceous young woman. She tilted her head to the side in a challenging way. She put one hand on her hip and with the other played with her hair.

All the card players looked from Adele to Davey. He was on the spot. He could easily get out of it, but there was the realistic fact that she was built like a brick shithouse and he was a healthy man. He tried to think of a good reason not to fuck her. The reasons he thought of weren't good enough. He rose from his seat.

"Hot damn! Davey's going to dunk his dick."

"Don't get caught in the whirlpool."

"Call if you need help, pal."

He followed the naked girl into the bedroom, leaving a room of laughing card players behind.

Adele didn't change her come hither expression as she sat on the edge of the rumpled bed and stained bed. But Davey could tell she was serious when she spoke.

"I'm sorry I put you on the spot. But I'm high as hell and hot, too. You're a hump. I'm just ballsy enough to want you and make it obvious. Come here, stud."

She clasped him behind the neck and pulled his face to hers. She had been warmed inside and out by her night of servicing the winners. Her whole body was hot.

"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" Davey asked when he was able to pull his lips out of her excited mouth.

"Who's counting?"

"But aren't you tired?"

"Honey, I once spent three whole days in a waterfront hotel in Port Said. I never got out of bed except to pee. I can handle anything."

There was a note of pride in her voice. Davey figured he was outclassed by this pro.

"You're young. Let me show you some tricks that'll make your wife thank me all her life long. Lie down on your back."

Davey did.

"Take off your clothes first, you damn fool."

Red faced, Davey got up and stripped. His body was in good shape from a summer of swimming and volleyball and a lifetime of varsity sports.

"I like the raw material. Let's check your rhythm."

Davey sat on the bed and she placed one hand on his shoulder to guide him backwards till he was flat on his back.

She bent over his mid-section. Her hair landed on his stomach. His cock was only a little hard. She placed one hand on it and guided the head of his cock between her lips. Between gentle sucks she managed to say, "I'm going to like this. It's always nice to get a fresh one."

Her gigantic tits pressed against his knees as he pulled down a pillow to place behind his head. He wanted to see this! Davey scooted around and got comfortable on his back, looking down his chest at the full-breasted woman kneeling between his legs. He watched as she ran her hands up his hairy legs. She let one hand clasp his cock gently as her eyes stared into his face. Adele's mouth opened and moved toward the swollen prick. Her full red lips were pouted. The circles under her eyes were sexy. Her energy didn't seem at all diminished.

She held the fat straining cock between her lady-like fingers and guided the head of it to her lips. They enveloped it slowly but with a hunger that didn't seem human. She let her lush lips capture the head and held it in her warm, succulent mouth. She held her tongue still. Instead of the obvious movement he expected, she rotated her lips in a circular motion, squeezing softly while she did it. Davey knew his cock was in the mouth of a professional. He let the last bit of nervous tension subside and relaxed his body to enjoy a truly memorable experience.

Adele felt the relaxation easing through his body and felt triumphant. She was proud of her ability to please men. In high school she'd read about ancient Rome and the courtesans who serviced the patricians. One description she'd run across described a banquet where a virgin was brought in and fucked to death by a goat. She'd gotten very hot when she read that. It was disgusting but it excited her. She decided that after thinking about her reaction for some time and having a few sexual adventures of her own, that even though it was abnormal, it could be a turn-on. She always tried to let her body function in the most sexual way she could manage. That's why she got gang-fucked frequently and why she'd spent that night in the Egyptian hotel. That's why she'd gone to South America three years ago on a cargo vessel; she figured in the eleven days at sea she'd get at least a couple of seamen's semen.

She did so well on that trip the fourth day the captain told her she'd have to cool it or be put ashore. She told him he couldn't stop human nature, and they'd reached a compromise. She would have to restrict her lechery to crew members off duty. Since ship crews are on duty twenty-four hours a day, there was always some greasy unwashed man tapping at her door. They'd wake her up in the middle of the night and get in her bunk two at a time. She had black and blue marks from sheer traffic by the time she left the ship.

She flew back home.

Now with this big cock staring at her with its one hollow eye she remembered the orgies in ancient Rome. Her only regret at the moment was that Davey wasn't smelly and sweaty. She liked the odor of a man's body. She hoped he'd prove sadistic, at least a little. But that was not likely, not with his buddies right beyond the door. From what she'd experienced of these suburban types, they were basically nice clean-cut guys; they wouldn't give her the rough treatment she longed for. But the equipment between his legs was impressive enough to make her happy with the here and now.

Adele tugged with her lips on the fleshy prick of the policeman. Her eyes concentrated on the dark hairs growing out of his stomach. It was a good sight. She loved men's bodies, the way they were so broad, so sturdy, so hairy. Without realizing it, her mouth had descended almost all the way down his big cock. It pressed the back of her throat. She pulled her head back, pulled hair off her face, and descended again down the slippery strong shaft.

Davey's groan told her she was pleasing him. She wanted to do more than that. She wanted to drive him wild. Eagerly, she advanced on his hard cock with her mouth. Her throat burned with the pressure of his straining organ pressing the delicate tissue. She was experienced enough at what she was happily doing not to gag. Adele took pride in being able to suck any cock. Few women in the world, she told herself are as good at this as I am.

Davey was amazed at the succulent pressure she was applying to his cock. One of the gay guys on the island had sucked him off once and he thought only homosexuals knew how. He had been wrong. This woman was a sex machine. The thought crossed his mind that she'd ask for money when she was through. Or worse yet, suddenly the door to the apartment would burst open and in would barge several guys to hold up the card game, taking the cash, the liquor and the woman who was their accomplice. One of the guys on the force had had such a case, he remembered. It was not an unheard of in the city. For the moment, he didn't care what the future held. This was sensational.

He watched the hair fall as her head bobbed up and down while his cock disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. Every now and then she rolled her eyes up to his face to see his reaction to her hard work. He loved it. His hand went into her hair and rested on her obliging head as it stroked up and down his enlarged hot prick.

But Adele's twat was getting itchy.

She took both hands off his hairy flesh and ran her fingers through her hair, from her forehead to the back, pulling it away from her face. She arched her lovely neck and brought her sensational tits forward. Davey's hands automatically reached for the fat orbs. He clutched at her mammoth tits and felt very sensual with her big boobs resting in his fingers and curving around his hard cock on both sides. He sandwiched his cock between the big tits and she wiggled her belly against his legs.

"Let me ride your hot dick, you humpy hung stud."

With that she crawled up on the bed on her knees. She straddled his legs and hung her body over his hips. The brown hair on her cunt was delectable looking. Davey was about to compliment her on her good looks when he thought she'd heard so many guys say something about her attractions that anything he could come up with would be old hat. He couldn't impress her, she'd heard it all before. He said nothing. Adele wasn't aware of his minor crisis, to speak or not to speak, while she positioned her lovely thighs over his cock. The way her stomach protruded slightly was a turn-on to him. He ran his palm across her belly, stroking her hairy patch. Adele couldn't stifle a moan of pleasure at the touch of his hand. He was one of the best.

Her aching cunt was right above the head of his blood-filled penis. In just a second it would be penetrating her bright red lips and filling her anxious pussy. Already the juices were flowing in anticipation. She wanted to feel the hot cock inside her as deeply as all her experience would allow.

Davey let her drop her torso on his prick. It felt warm inside the slippery sheath. Her cunt was well controlled, a surprise to him in view of her vast experience. She tightened every muscle that could possibly touch on his swollen prick. Her clit was larger than any he'd every felt. He could feel it rubbing against the swollen coronal ridge of his excited organ. She was moving her twat now, riding forward and backward as if she were on a horse.

"You ride like you're on a horse."

"That's because you're hung like one. That's my secret ambition, you know, to be fucked by a horse. I met a girl once who'd done it. She said it was really a mule, but that's close enough."

"Did she like it?"

"She said it was more athletic than pleasurable but her boyfriend took a picture of her doing it and everybody who sees it thinks it was a lot of fun for her, so she says she never tells them any different. But she's small boned. I'm not. I bet I could enjoy it. You know anybody with a pony or a horse?"

"No, but I'll keep you in mind."

"Well, till then, keep me in the saddle. Fuck the living shit out of me."

Davey, ever a gentleman, obliged. He thrust his slender hips up in the air. Her whole body moved. He could feel his cock parting liquefied flesh. The sensation was magnificent. He pulled his happy cock back and she pulled her warm body up. They let their pelvises dance toward each other slowly. When they were interlocked as far as possible. Davey grabbed her fleshy hips with his big hairy hands and yanked her down on his cock even farther. Adele yelped, but she tightened her twat more and smiled as if she were in heaven.

Davey clutched at her breasts and made the nipples protrude between his coiled thumb and index fingers. He tugged on them and her body bent forward. All the while she ground her hips forcefully around in a circle, like attacking Indians surrounding a wagon train.

Swosh! Swosh! Swosh! Her lips made a noise as they circled and circled his cock. He banged his ass up off the soiled mattress and drove his veiny steel-hard cock into her experienced cunt. Her swollen pleasure bud was standing out forcefully and he relished running his hard prick against it as fast as he could. Adele moaned and squirmed. Her tits bounced. All over her head the hair flounced and spread every which way with the exertion of meeting his strokes with circular movements of her hips.

The juices inside her body were so provoked they swam in crowds around his straining cock, heating it like a bone in a stew pot.

Davey could tell Adele was out of her head with pleasure. A mad instinct took hold of him, and he placed one hand palm down on the bed and quickly grabbed her around the ass. Holding her hips in the curve of his muscled arm, he pulled her onto the bed proper with one movement and guided his body to the side. His cock was still embedded deep within her hairy pussy. He grabbed the knee on top and used it as a guide to get himself on his knees. Adele quickly adjusted to the new position. It wasn't the first time a man had grabbed her and flung her on her back with his cock filling her twat.

Her wide tits rolled to the sides. Davey noticed the red marks from hot fingers which had worked them over for hours before his arrival. Her knees came up automatically.

Davey, in a flush of passion, let his weight rest on her body. She exclaimed in pleasure at the feeling. A shiver of sheer ecstasy ran through her. Quickly he was driving his loaded cock into her, moving her an inch up the bed with each fast stroke.

"Ride me, fucker, Goddamn it, ride me!"

Davey threw his body at her in passion. She clasped her arms around him and hung on at the shoulders, her hips gyrating and spinning in lustful abandon. His cock burned in her smoldering pussy, yet she tightened her cunt with all her might to feel even more of his blood-filled straining prick.

Her breathing was grunts. Davey's sounded more like a machine, chugging and rapidly churning. Adele was dizzy. Her clitoris was on fire.

Davey's passion was engulfing him and he knew he'd come just from the heat of her excited pink body. She was trying to say "fuck me", but he was fucking her so hard she couldn't get the words out. Instead she hung on and let him stuff his cock repeatedly into her aroused cunt. In a delirium of heady ecstasy her orgasm swirled through her body. His relentless strokes churned even more of the love juices crowding her cunt and the hot bathing his cock was getting excited him still more. With fingers white with intensity, he gripped her smooth shoulders. He pumped, banged, fucked and smashed with his maddeningly excited prick. Adele's body was wafted with another orgasm which flowed into a third.

Her knees were bouncing helplessly on either side of his sweaty back when she heard the gut-growl begin deep in his abdomen and roar up his torso to bellow out of his throat, exactly the sound of a bull releasing its orgasm.

Adele clung. The sweat of their bodies seemed like a cement holding them together. As the last of his load oozed into her warm vagina, Davey's tension went with it. His body went limp atop Adele. He rolled to the side and let his exhausted arms rest across her.

A loud applause was directed at them from the card players in the next room. A head popped into the slightly opened door. It was Eddy.

"You were just voted the noisiest fuckers in town!"

Davey took it good-naturedly but Adele prided herself on her bedroom talent. She fixed a baleful eye on Eddy and calmly told him, "Buster, I've won cups in towns a helluva lot bigger than this burg."

Eddy retreated.

Adele and Davey talked and smoked for a while. He watched her eyes. Something was wrong with them, but he couldn't fathom what. As she talked he felt she was a frightened person inside. This struck a sympathetic cord in him and he hoped he could be a help to her, not a hindrance. He thought Adele needed a friend, not another cock. He learned that she was working as a waitress at a diner.

One morning on his way to work he stopped by for coffee and conversation. Adele was all alone that morning, the cook having gone out to get some supplies at the grocery store. Davey sat down with his usual college boy swagger and shouted, "Hey, Adele, how about some service here?"

Adele was in back brewing up a pot of coffee and heard him. She came out with the fresh pot and a cup.

"Well, now, that's what I call service," Davey smiled.

"How are you this morning, Davey?" she asked half-heartedly.

"Oh, doin' just fine, just fine. Looks like you're holdin' it down by yourself this mornin'."

"The cook's gone for supplies."

"Um," Davey said, sipping his coffee. "Leaves us all alone, don't it?"

"Don't get any ideas."

"Oh, hey, Adele, you know me better'n that. I just meant, you know, we could kinda talk alone."

"Talk about what?" Adele asked.

"Oh, well, you know," Davey drawled. He took another sip of coffee. "It seems like you're too busy for me to ever tell you how pretty you are."

"Is that what you tell your buddies at the Otter's Haunch? How pretty you think I am?"

"I'm not like those other guys. I respect a girl, don't treat her like trash like those other jerks."

"Sure, buster, sure," Adele said and started towards the back.

"Yeah, I been thinkin' about you a bit since the other night," he said quietly. Adele had to turn in order to hear. "A chick as pretty as you who doesn't have any steady boyfriends – no friends, hardly, that doesn't seem right."

"What are you gettin' at, Davey?" Adele asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I was just wonderin' if you were afraid of commitment. I am a bit."

Adele felt her knees go weak. She kept silent.

"You ain't runnin' from somebody, are ya? A man, maybe?"

Adele came back out to the counter and leaned over it towards Davey.

"What do you want from me, Davey?" she asked.

"Nothin', nothin' at all," Davey mumbled. "I'm just concerned about you. I like you."

"Davey, I just want to be alone, that's all. I'm not running from anything. I just want to be alone." Adele felt herself trembling inside, but she kept her composure for Davey's appreciation.

"I understand, baby, I understand," Davey said. "But you gotta understand me, too. I mean I've got eyes, I can see. You're dynamite and you know it, but you won't show me or any other guy in this town so much as a glimpse of your soul. You're running, baby."

"Davey, I don't want to be mean, but please leave me alone," Adele pleaded.

Davey stared at her, then at his coffee. He downed the remainder in one gulp and slapped a quarter on the counter, rose and lumbered out. He was a big man. Adele observed his broad shoulders and slightly bow legs. He was actually rather handsome, and if the situation were different, Adele might have been attracted to him again, but as it was…

Adele had only been in town for two weeks and already she was ready to move on. She sighed as she picked up Davey's cup and swept his quarter into her palm. Life was exceedingly cruel to her, she thought. Her pussy ached for a man again, but she was afraid to get permanently involved with anyone, afraid for anyone to know her soul at all. That bastard Tony! He wouldn't leave her alone even now that he was dead!

Adele was terribly tired when she got off work that evening. She walked, stopping at the drugstore to pick up some soap and cosmetics. Her apartment wasn't far from work and she was home in a few minutes. The driveway back to her room above the garage was lined with aged oaks that formed an arch over the drive and nearly blocked out the sun. It was always cool under the oaks despite the heat. Her room was nestled back among the branches and she liked its quiet seclusion. It was the one thing she did like about this place.

It was around sundown when Adele entered her apartment and plopped down on the couch. The meager furnishings of the room glanced back at her with an echo of her exhaustion. The couch doubled as her bed at night, and there was a small wooden table in a corner of the room with three unmatched chairs to go with it. The floor was uncarpeted. Adele got up and went into the bathroom where she started to draw a bath. She set the water hot and poured bath oils and powders into the rising water.

Everything comes back to its source, Adele reflected. Her desire and lust brought men like Tony to her. No matter how much she might try to escape, Tony and those like him kept coming back to her. And her desire; no sooner had she satisfied it than it began again, first as a fleeting feeling and then growing into an itch, an incurable, tickling itch between her thighs.

She stood over the tub watching the waters, slick with their beautifying oils and feeling the warm vapors rising to her nostrils. The scents were sex and her loins were hot with the need. It had been weeks since she'd had a man. Her desire scorched her pussy and flushed her cheeks. She lowered her hand down her abdomen, stroking the treasure below and thinking, my poor, over-worked pussy.

She returned to the main room and drew the curtains, then went to stand in front of the full-length mirror beside the bathroom door. She observed her body, the gentle curve of her back, her high rounded rump. She placed her hands on her hips and stroked them, smoothing her crisp uniform.

Facing the mirror, she began to unbutton her blouse. She paused after the first button and ran her finger over the embroidered name above the left pocket, "Adele" in bright blue resting on her tit. She came back to the buttons, opening them slowly to reveal her tits tightly haltered by the bra. She took the blouse off and neatly hung it in the closet, then looked at herself again in the mirror, wearing only her bra above her waist. Her tits were large and the tightly squeezed flesh overflowed the cups.

She reached behind her and her tits tumbled down onto her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief as she slipped the bra off. Her tits hung low now, glowing in the light of the single lamp, and the nipples pointed like darts from the tips of the mounds. She brought her hands up under her tits and felt the warm flesh, and she rubbed her milky-white breasts together. A man! What she wouldn't give to have a man here, to hold her tits and suck the nipples. She felt them herself; they were rock-hard.

Adele strode into the bathroom and turned the water off. The tub was full and steamy. She came back out and removed her skirt, then her hose. She stood in front of the mirror, clad only in a pair of brief black panties. She admired her voluptuous figure, swished her ass in the mirror at herself. Then she slipped out of the panties and turned to look at herself head-on. Her bush was black as ebony, and the hairs glistened. She pulled a chair up in front of the mirror and sat down on it, spreading her legs wide so she could look up into the pink cave.

Adele closed her eyes and let her finger glide slowly down her tummy until it was moving through the ebony forest and came brushing over the precipice, plunging down inside her slit.

Her pussy was hot and sticky, ready for cock, and she probed hungrily. Her middle finger dove deep into her cove while her thumb played at the tip of her clit tickling the stiff twig and causing her to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, her legs spread wide and her fingers clawing at her dripping cunt. Her breathing was heavy and thick. She jammed her finger into her cunt, tore at the clit, wanted to scream out at the top of her lungs, "Fuck me!!! Somebody fuck me!!!"

Suddenly she jumped from the chair and, running with her finger still stuck up her cunt, went to the dresser and flung the drawer open, groping there until she pulled out a long, black leather dildo. She tore her fingers from her cunt and pressed the dildo to her cheek, and then fell upon the couch, flung her legs wide and thrust the huge black leather shaft into her flaming hole with grunts and moans.

She worked it around and around, up and down, faster and faster. The thing was stiff and it rubbed her clit like sandpaper, but it just made her groan and thrust harder and faster. Finally it brought her to the climax and she came in an agonizing spasm, plunging the dildo in and out with force and speed.

When her climax reached its peak she let out a weak cry and fell back, exhausted. The dildo stayed stabbed into her like a lance as she closed her eyes and lay limp, panting.

When she regained her wind, she slipped the dildo out and set it on the coffee table and then rose and went into the bathroom. She felt the water and then stepped in, first with her left foot and then her right. She lowered her body slowly into the water, feeling the soothing warmth and scented oils calming her, relaxing her. She closed her eyes and in a few moments she was at peace, drifting along in half-sleep. She lay like that for fifteen minutes in total peace. Then she heard a noise.

She opened her eyes with a start and listened. Nothing. She listened a few minutes longer but heard nothing. Just as she was getting relaxed again she heard a sharp rap at the door. It made her start. She jumped up from the tub, shivering, and wrapped a towel around her naked body.

Adele opened the bathroom door and stood, dripping wet in front of the locked door. Rap, rap, rap! came the sound of big knuckles on the cheap wooden door.

"Who's there?" she shouted.

"It's me, Davey," came the reply.

Davey! she thought and her mind grew excited. She quickly opened the door. Davey was leaning against the wall. When he saw Adele standing in front of him, dripping wet inside a towel, his eyes popped nearly out of his head.

Adele looked at Davey and saw the lust in his eyes. She felt his stare ignite her. She stepped aside from the door and Davey sauntered in.

She closed the door behind him and locked it. She leaned against the locked door and suddenly thought maybe she couldn't see him twice as he was about to be married, but she no longer cared. She needed a man, she had to have a big, hard cock or she would burst with desire.

Davey stood in the middle of the room, not a little uneasily. This was a little more than he had expected. Actually, he hadn't known what to expect – he had just come here because he couldn't stay away. He had to find out. Now that he was actually inside, actually standing in front of Adele dressed in nothing but a bath towel, all his courage escaped him. His tongue cleaved to his palate and his legs turned to clay. He stood like a statue. Adele observed him, growing calmer and more resolute. She could feel his fear and it made her smile.

She moved away from the door and walked towards him, closer and closer until she was right next to him. He reached out his arms but she walked right past him into the bathroom. Davey turned and stared at her as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Suddenly, she pulled the towel from around her body and his mouth fell open at the sight. She began to dry her hair and Davey watched, mystified, while his cock steadily rose in his pants. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't talk. He could only stand and stare and wait.

Adele set the towel on the rack and combed her wet hair out a little, and then she strolled naked back out into the living room. Davey tried to open his mouth to speak but he couldn't think of anything to say and simply cleared his throat. Adele walked past him, and he could see her nipples were hard and pointed. His cock throbbed. She walked to the sofa and removed the cushions. She bent over and Davey looked down the crack of her ass to where her pussy began and his cock nearly burst at the sight. Adele pulled out the couch-bed. She fluffed up the pillows behind the couch and tossed them on the bed. The whole time she kept saying to herself, "A cock! A cock!"

The bed ready, Adele walked over to Davey and stood in front of him. She saw his Adam's apple bob up and down once as he swallowed. She raised her hand and placed it against his rough cheek and stroked it. He was like a boy who had to be coaxed. She took his hand and placed it on her tit. Davey stared down at it, mystified, and gently caressed the warm flesh. Adele closed her eyes and encircled him with her arms, and then Davey came out of his trance and he held her, squeezed her so tight it forced the breath from her. She could feel his hard prick against her thigh and it made her happy. Davey pulled away from her and began to undress in his usual manner of doing things – slowly and lazily. Adele lay down on the bed and turned off the light and the room was plunged into semi-darkness, lit from an outside light that penetrated the curtains. She watched Davey get undressed and she smiled at his powerful chest and arms – he was a working man. Then he removed his pants. The bulge was enormous under his underwear. He slipped them off and she admired his gorgeous prick. How it gleamed, especially the bulging, purple head! What a beautiful cock! she thought. She smiled at him and he grinned back at her as he came toward the bed.

Adele opened her arms and he fell into them and they kissed hungrily. He kissed her lips and then her neck and she moaned as he kissed her tender breasts. His lips covered the nipples and his tongue drove down onto their solid tips, pushing them down into the soft flesh of her tits. She clawed at his back and breathed heavily as he worked his way down, kissing her belly and her navel. She could feel his hands marking the trail, and his hands were now tickling her pubis, moving down towards the crack of desire. She spread her legs and Davey felt the heat rise up in a blast. He hesitated only a second and then plunged, tongue first, into the juicy delight.

His tongue stroked her like a sponge, licking the juices from her streaming cunt, and his lips covered her pussy. She writhed in glorious agony and pumped her hips up towards his mouth. He reached down and grabbed her ass and pushed her cunt into his face, driving his tongue into her and reaming her pussy with it until she cried out and came in a thrashing frenzy. He sucked and sucked until he was sure she had been satisfied and then he lifted his head up. Adele lay back on the pillow, a smile on her face and her chest heaving.

Davey smiled back and she opened her arms. He crawled over her, and she saw his cock straining and she knew he was bursting with desire. She reached down to grab his cock and she guided him down into her. First she felt the bulging head pushing at her pussy entrance. She was tight and her pussy resisted. She groaned at the size of it – it was so fat! She rolled her hips under him and he pushed with all his weight. In a moment the head pushed through with a sucking sound. Adele sighed at the feel of hot cock inside her again. She wanted it deep inside her, she wanted it to fill her hungry pussy to the brim. Her body was in motion again. She tightened and loosened her ass muscles, thrusting her I loins up at him. His cock sank deeper and deeper and with each penetration she sighed. Finally they rested, his cock driven into her all the way until their groins ground against each other and his balls were resting against her ass. She reached down and took his balls in her fingers, fondling them. The tickling excited him and he began grinding again and she began again, too. She spread her legs wider and wider – she wanted more.

With a quick movement, he swung his arms under her legs so that her thighs came up around his shoulders. His cock was so deep inside her she could almost taste it. She groaned and grasped and clawed at him. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts and she cried out in pain, but she wanted it, wanted his big cock to split her wide open.

He drove into her, banging against her so that his balls slapped her ass and his cock went in and out in long, rapid thrusts. Her pussy was, ignited and she shook with all her might and then she felt his prick stiffen and deep, deep down inside her she felt the first blast like a blowtorch scorching her womb. It was exquisite. She panted and gagged and writhed in ecstasy as she came along with him. He came until the hot milk gushed out of her pussy down into the running goo and then brought to juice to her lips. She was so satisfied her whole body went limp. He continued to hump for several minutes until his cock began to go soft. He slid her legs back down to the bed and he relaxed on top of her, his cock still sunk into her pussy. She brought her arms around him and hugged him and kissed ham and he could smell the sweet wetness of her hair and the mixed smells of sweet body oils and sweat and cum.

After a while, he pushed himself off her and she watched him as he dried his cock and began to dress. When he left, he didn't say a word. He just walked out and closed the door behind him.

Adele lay in bed feeling satisfied. She wrapped herself in the sheets and dozed off. She didn't go to work the next morning. She didn't want to see Davey again. She didn't to get involved with him. She stayed around the apartment several days because she knew that Davey would have been to the restaurant looking for her. She knew that he would probably be there again tomorrow.

The next morning Adele was on her way out of town. She didn't say good-bye to anybody, didn't tell her landlord she was leaving. She simply packed and went back on the road again. She had a girlfriend in Baltimore who had a black lover. Adele thought she'd try changing her luck.

CHAPTER SIX

After his rather disturbing encounter with Adele in her apartment, Davey grew quieter and quieter. His parents were naturally concerned. He still seemed anxious to get married, but he seemed suddenly older to them.

"Well, Margaret, he's taking the biggest step of his life. It's only logical to expect him not to have an appetite."

"I know, Seth, but he is turning pale. It's the middle of summer. A boy that age shouldn't be turning white."

"I lost ten pounds in the weeks before we were married."

"Yes, and you've gained that ten pounds back every year since."

"Now don't start on that again. Can I help it if you're a good cook? Stop worrying, Margaret, the kid's okay."

Davey's father found a good time and place to talk with his son and came away with the judgment that Davey was feeling only natural anxieties. He'd make a fine husband. Seth Randal told his wife to sleep easy.

Kay, on the other hand, was actually getting more color in her face and was busy as a beaver, or a bride just before her wedding, whichever is busier.

The invitations had come from the engraver with two "l's" in Randal and some of the cards which came with the early gifts had been misplaced. Besides that, her dress was going to cost one hundred and thirty dollars more than they'd planned. On top of it all, Evelyn had quarreled with her husband again and had gone to stay with her mom. Maybe she wouldn't come back for the ceremony, in which case Kay'd have to find another attendant. She had asked Lucy to attend her but her brother was getting married in Deauville the same day so she had to decline.

Kay's mom was almost beside herself, which didn't make things any easier for Kay.

In addition to her litany of woes Kay was concerned about learning to bump and grind. To get lessons on love took time and a lot of luck and she was running out of both. True, the cop in the car had taught her a few tricks, now she liked being eaten out. She liked that a lot. Last night she had even stayed awake a few hours longer than usual trying to thrill herself with her finger. Practice couldn't hurt, she rationalized.

Her mother's mounting anxiety and her father's increasing annoyance about the rising cost of the wedding was getting on her nerves.

"You know, Mom, I'd just as soon go back to grandma's and come back the day before the wedding. I'm going to be a basket case if this keeps up."

"Things are getting to you?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Well, dear," her mother said as she loaded the dishwasher. "I was much the same in the days before I married your father. Grandma had to practically lead me around by the hand. I was in a daze for weeks. You know what you ought to do? Take the car and go for a nice long drive. Keep driving till you've gotten so far away from home the scenery is unfamiliar. That will calm you down. I know. Trust me."

"But daddy wants the car this evening."

"Never you mind about your father. Go. Shoo. You're more important right now than his bowling."

Kay was out the door without another word. She was right back in, too – she had forgotten the car keys. The drive was just what the doctor ordered. She mused to herself how her mother knew best. All along the highway she thought how wonderful it was of her mother to be so understanding and she pondered whether she would be as good a wife and mother as her own mother was. She would try, she would try very hard for her own sake. And Davey's.

About half a tank down the highway she turned onto a country road which ambled through the rolling hills called the Evergreen Mountains. The highest hill was a whopping three hundred feet, but they were called mountains anyway. A series of colorful signs caught her eye. They advertised a boat rental place on Lake Drumheller. The lake was named for a pioneering family in the area who seemed to have cornered the market on real estate a century ago. The last members of the family lived in town, but their name was Eisenstein now.

It was almost sunset and a cool body of water was just the thing to relax her. She I followed the signs to the boat rental cove.

It was sleepily deserted. She saw one boat on the lake; men seemed to be fishing from it. She pulled the car to a stop and walked to the rental shack. Before she saw the attendant she noticed his legs. He was sitting in an old kitchen chair tilted back against the shady side of the shack. He was reading a paperback novel. His tanned legs were stretched straight out in front of him with his ankles crossed. He wore engineering boots and sweat socks with orange black stripes.

Kay figured he was quite young, maybe a high school boy, because his legs didn't have much hair and what there was was a golden color, floating just above beautiful smooth tanned skin. The shape of them indicated to her he did something athletic a lot, like bicycle riding or something.

As she rounded the corner of the shack, her feet crunched in the gravel and just as she came into his view he looked up.

He was a golden-haired youth close to her own age. His hair was a little too long, she thought, but it was beautifully highlighted by paler patches bleached by the sun. His eyelashes were so long they were almost artificial looking. His cheeks were highlighted, too, with tiny apple-like blossoms of healthy color.

He closed his book, smiled winningly and stood up. He was wearing shorts cut off very short indeed; in fact, they had practically no leg at all. They rode low on his hips and hung almost as if they were held up only by his trim round ass and something in his crotch which protruded, although not excessively.

"Howdy."

"Hello."

"Want to rent a boat?"

"I think so. How much are they?"

"Two fifty an hour for a motor, two for a row boat and two for a canoe."

Kay thought a motor boat would be noisy and that the restful dip of paddles and row boat was too much like work; she settled for a canoe. She could pretend she was an Indian and the white man had not yet reached the shores of the lake. It would be utterly relaxing.

"I'll take a canoe, if you'll demonstrate how to operate it."

"There's nothing to it, even the Indians could handle a canoe."

Kay was shocked at the remark, it sounded almost racist.

"I guess they should, they invented them," she said.

"They did?"

"Um hmmm."

"Oh, of course they did. I remember that movie with Gary Cooper being chased by the Indians in canoes. What was I thinking of?"

He smiled his terribly ingenuous smile and looked a little sheepish. Kay forgave him all.

"Are you by yourself?"

"Yes."

"And you don't know how to paddle?"

"I've never tried."

"Gee, I'm not supposed to rent boats to people alone if they don't know how to row or paddle."

The smile left his face as he pondered what to do. He looked at Kay in her culotte skirt with her bare shoulders showing above her halter top. Her legs were shapely and trim. Her hips were just the kind he would like to hug. Her bosom was pleasing to look at and her carriage made the whole package delectable. He liked best the smooth line of her neck and the cleavage between her breasts which was highly noticeable without being ostentatious.

An idea occurred to him and he forgot all about the deposit his boss required of all boat renters.

"Tell you what. It's almost time for dinner and Mr. Young told me I could close for an hour about sundown when the fish have stopped biting. There's not much business this hour anyway. I can close now and paddle you myself. How's that?"

"How much?"

"I'd do it for free."

Kay looked at him. His smile had come back as beguiling as before, if not more so. The idyllic view of punting on a sleepy stream between lush green banks flashed to her mind and she agreed.

Eagerly, Roger – that was his name – pulled a canoe off its rack.

"We'll take a wooden one, they're best."

They were also slightly wider in the middle, but he didn't mention that.

He slid the mooring line over a piling and eased the craft into the water. It bobbed gracefully and swayed away from the dock. Quickly, he stretched one muscular leg over the water, caught the side of the canoe with his toe and pulled it back along the dock. He secured the canoe to the dock and stepped down into it. Holding onto the piling with one hand and offering his other hand to Kay, he helped her into the canoe.

"Sit down right away."

She balanced herself on unsteady feet and quickly sat down on the tiny plank provided for that purpose. She plumped down less gracefully than she would have liked; she didn't want to look klutsy in front of this attractive, clear-eyed young man.

"We're going to need a paddle, right?"

He hopped out of the flimsy craft and raced along the dock to the place where the oars and paddles were stored. He selected a paddle and jogged back along the dock and got into the canoe.

"We're off."

Kay was facing him in the tiny boat as with sure strokes he moved them away from the dockside and into the deeper, darker water. He made the craft move easily and smoothly, and Kay was impressed with his deft handling of the fragile craft. He dipped the paddle silently and quickly from side to side, and as if by magic, the canoe went forward in a straight line. The shoreline was receding rapidly.

Roger smiled at her and asked, "Where would you like to go?"

"I really don't care, I just thought the water and the quiet would be restful. Oh, I don't mean I wouldn't enjoy talking, it's just the strain of getting ready for my wedding got me all uptight, and I just wanted to get away from it all for a few hours."

Roger's face fell at the word "wedding". So she was engaged, not much chance of laying her then. He was disappointed, he liked the line of her body. He could almost taste her lips, they were so juicy. Damn it, he thought, now I'm stuck spending my dinner hour paddling this broad around and I'm not going to even get a feel.

Roger was so wrong. Kay found herself talking as if to a confidant as he gracefully dipped the paddle to guide the canoe over the still surface of the lake. She tried to enumerate the comical aspects of the wedding: the overpriced gown, the trauma of not knowing if her matron of honor was going to show up or not, the misspelled invitations, all the details which had sent her out driving with no destination.

Roger seemed most sympathetic and made all the appropriate grimaces and "uhhhs" and "ahhhs" while she spoke. His charming smile and perfect carriage did much to impress her and she found herself opening herself to him more and more. She was suddenly talking about Davey and her effort to acquire knowledge as fast as possible.

She didn't realize it, but while the sun was setting and she confessed to her willful seeking out of partners his paddling became faster and faster. He was so excited by what he was hearing that he unconsciously moved his body faster. The canoe was fairly skimming over the water.

Without asking her permission he steered the canoe into an inlet hidden by two jutting points of rock and timber. This side of the lake was a state park which had no camping facilities so it was empty by this time of night. Roger had been watching Kay's face in animated movement while she talked. He could tell from her speech pattern that she was relaxing, and as he guided the slender canoe around the point and into the quiet cove she slipped her hand over the side and let her fingertips trail in the glass-smooth water.

"Oh, this is a lovely spot."

"I thought you'd like it. There're picnic sites over there, but the park is closed by now."

"I remember we used to come here for picnics when my Grandpa Ruby was alive. He used to take us walking in the woods to look for arrowheads. We never found any though."

"There is an Indian burial ground up that hill."

"I don't think we ever went up there."

"When they acquisitioned the land the surveyors were bribed by the landowner to exclude the burial site from the park because he thought there might be something valuable buried there. The whole idea of the park was to preserve the Indian grounds so he got hauled into court and I think he went to jail."

"Isn't it funny that the poor Indians are still getting ripped off, even after they're dead?"

Kay noticed that he had pulled the dripping paddle into the canoe and that they were drifting noiselessly.

"We should stay away from the shoreline because there're gnats and mosquitoes and stuff. But I need a rest."

"You make rowing look so easy I didn't realize you've been working hard all this time! Here I have been talking a blue streak while you sweat."

"I just want to rest a little bit."

"Come take this seat, you can lean back."

"I think I'll stretch out flat."

Carefully he lay down in the bottom of the canoe. The ribs were about half an inch high but they formed an organized series of ridges so he could lie on his back and be perfectly comfortable.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Perfectly. Try it."

"Is there room for both of us?"

"Sure. Just balance yourself and move slowly."

With the faintly disguised enthusiasm of a Campfire Girl enjoying a new adventure, Kay moved out of her seat and stretched out on the canoe's bottom. They were both on their backs, lying head to toe, staring up at the first stars to appear.

"See?"

"This neat."

Conversation drifted back to her anxieties because they weren't far from the surface of her mind. He made encouraging noises. By the time the sky was dotted with twinkly lights his leg and hand were touching hers unashamedly. She could tell there was pressure against her body which was deliberate. She returned it. The hardness of the big muscles in his legs excited her. Her heart beat faster and she hoped he'd make a direct pass.

His consideration and sympathy made her like him. His good looks and sexy good health warmed her and the sense of sex about him and the unknown quality of his love-making increased her desire. When he finally hinted at a little physical contact she started getting practical and she asked, "Here? In a canoe?"

"Why not? We wouldn't be the first, you know."

"I just don't want to get dumped in the lake and have to go home wet which would mean I'd get a cold and probably have to walk down the aisle with a bright red runny nose."

"I promise you the only thing that will get wet will be your pussy, and I'll lick that dry."

That did it. She was hot, officially hot, at that remark. He had won his objective.

She was silent and he interpreted her silence as the go ahead. He gingerly turned himself around and lay next to her. His hand moved across her chest and his calloused hands rested on her slender neck. He thought she was purring. He stroked her neck several times before he moved his hand elsewhere. Kay sighed deeply and warmed to his touch.

"You're sensational – my God! I don't know your name?"

"It's Kay Ruby, for another couple of days."

"Do you mind if I call you Ruby?"

"In high school they called me that so much that a lot of kids didn't know my first name was really Kay. When the principal called me up for my diploma he stumbled on the name because I had been a cheerleader and was well known as Ruby so he got all flustered. Go ahead, call me Scarlett, if you want, that's a nickname Davey sometimes uses. Davey is my fiance."

"Ah, under the circumstances I think I'll call you Ruby."

Kay smiled and understood. It did seem a little irreverent to let him call her by the intimate names the man she loved used to her, particularly considering how close she was to approaching Hymen's altar.

"Ruby, I want to make love to you right here, right now. I know you knew I had that in mind all the time. I wanted to make it with you the minute you came around the corner of the hut. I don't like to misrepresent myself; I'm not in love with you. I don't want to be in love with you, and I absolutely, positively guaranteed, do not want to get married I'm just old-fashioned horny. This is what I guess you'd call a proposition. I haven't got any diseases. All I've got is a cut on my hand which is healing."

Kay laughed good-naturedly at his complete honesty.

"I thank you for your direct approach. It kind of makes a girl feel good to know that someone she's just met who doesn't know her from Eve and who has no intentions of changing her name just simply wants to fuck with her. I hope you don't think me disloyal or unfaithful or selfish or foolish, but I want to be a good wife. My fiance thinks I've been around. I think he's scared of a virgin, and so I told him I wasn't one. That was about ten days ago. He expects an experienced bride on his wedding night and I'm just not that experienced. That was why I was out driving tonight I'm scared he'll realize I know next to nothing about getting fucked. Am I talking, too crudely? Ever since we had out little talk, I've been panic-stricken he'll find out. In other words, Roger, if you can teach me something that will make him happy, I'll be so grateful. Is that wanton?"

"If it's wanton, it's wanton I want."

They smiled at each other and he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her head and he planted a warm succulent kiss fully on her lips.

"Oh, Roger!"

"Ruby, I'm going to try and be the best teacher ever!"

They embraced in a clutching, impassioned, frantic effort to reassure each other. The canoe rocked slightly.

Roger let his hand drift down to her round breast. He felt her breast heave with, a sigh. It was only a few moments before his hand was under the fabric and his delighted fingers were fondling her plump warm tit. He worked his palm around as if he was grinding an orange softly over a squeezer.

"Roger, you're so tender."

Already she felt his hard-on pressing against her. She wondered what it looked like. She was afraid she'd never know because there wasn't much moonlight. While she was thinking these thoughts she felt him rise to his knees and pull his shirt over his head, placing it behind him in the bow. Gingerly, he stripped away his shorts and underwear and placed them with his shirt. She reached out one hand and felt his body. It was tightly muscled and hard. She liked it.

He straddled her body and peeled the lovely halter off her as if she were a banana. He undressed her quickly. The canoe was confined but gave them all the room they needed for what he wanted to do. When her peaches-and-cream body was naked before him he slowly removed his t-shirt and shorts. He exposed his gleaming brown body. There was almost no light, but his eyes shown like jewels.

He lay on his side and ran his hands up and down her body. She tingled. She twitched. She turned and tried to breathe. He lowered his face to hers and kissed her lips gently. She was on fire. He worked his fingers on her earlobes. Kay thought she'd have to jump in the lake to keep from burning up. His tongue flicked against her cheek. Her cunt was burning! He rolled on top of her. She wanted to scream for him to fuck her!

When Roger began to move his hips with his inflamed and sturdy cock flat against her stomach, her whole body vibrated with the excitement. She couldn't understand what it was, but the man had a touch of something extra-human about him.

His soft lashes brushed her cheek deliberately several times. The effect was like fire. She was so excited and dizzy she couldn't remember what she said, but she knew it was begging in one way or another. At one point, he pulled away from her. She got on her knees but couldn't reach him. She crawled across and clutched at his knees.

She let some strands of her hair cascade down her shoulders and back. He reached down with one hand and softly ran a finger across her brows and down her nose. She quivered again and kissed madly at his thighs. He remained standing erect with feet slightly apart to compensate for the subtle rocking of the canoe.

Kay let her full breasts brush his legs shamelessly while she stretched her neck to plant her lips on his cock. She couldn't reach it because it was sticking out from his body too far above her head, so she planted her kiss on his balls. Roger lowered himself and let her kiss his straight prick with her soft lips.

Roger lay her back down and climbed on top of her. His hands massaged her body, first the big muscles, moving to smaller muscles and finally to the soft round tits which seemed to weigh so much.

He rolled over on his back. She got on all fours above him. Her tits hung down and touched his body. With his dark eyes fully open he let his hands caress her flesh and her tits rub against his belly.

Kay couldn't stand the fire building in her any longer; she had to get fucked.

Carefully, using his arm to steady herself, she lowered her pelvis to his. He guided his cock so it was at the proper angle for her to impale herself. She brought her cunt over it and lowered in onto his rearing cock. It was as big as most she'd had, but it was hotter than all of then. She eased onto it. She let out a breath of satisfaction.

He held that position for a moment and then slowly began to move. At first he pushed his hips forward slowly. The next time a little more quickly. After that he got up steam and thrust out his hips with force. Eventually, he was throwing his hips up in the air to her while her body humped with each stroke.

Kay was delirious with joy. Roger's eyes stayed on her bouncing breasts. Tier pink nipples bobbed in front of his eyes, mesmerizing them. He could have followed them forever, but his mouth became impatient and he found himself stretching his neck to reach them and imprison them in his lips.

"Roger, you're setting me on fire!"

"I'm already on fire. Oh, my sweet, precious, beautiful…"

He couldn't finish what he was saying because he couldn't keep her tit out of his mouth. He kept sucking it, letting out a word or two, then planting his mouth on her delicious breast once again. He grabbed her by the buttocks, held her fast and used her as a wall to climb up.

Kay had never felt like this before. What the hell could he be doing? Others had done the same things but never with so much style. Roger could even make his shoulders seem sexy. At one point he got his elbow next to her cunt and she thought the world was coming to an end, she felt so good.

Leaving her kneeling, he crawled on his back between her legs. There was very little light, just enough to let him see the general outline of the blond bush on her mound of Venus. The tongue flicked in and out of it. His fingers spread the lips of her damp cunt. Kay leaned her pendulous breasts forward so she was in a sixty-nine position, but Roger cupped his hand over his cock and wouldn't let her suck him.

"I can't stand it any longer, Roger. Please, please fuck me. For God's sake!"

With a smile he looked up at her.

"Come to me, then."

His hands were inviting her. His body was inviting her, his cock and his lips and his eyes were inviting her. She wanted his hard cock she lowered her pelvis, this time onto his cock. She ground her hips, threw her head about, swirled her hair and bounced her torso, anything – so long as it excited her lover.

Roger, in turn, threw his cock into her. It made a noise. He fucked with such energy he pushed her into the air high enough so he could roll her on her side and be back in her, sunk to the hilt, by the time she came down on her side. Kay couldn't bounce any more, all she could do was wiggle. This she did as if her life depended on it. Roger repeatedly and energetically thrust his body against the voluptuous young girl. He put one hand around each tit and pulled her to him by the fleshy handles each time he smashed his cock into her pussy. She tried to roll her hips in a way that would enhance it for him. His groans told her she was doing well.

Kay was giving out quiet, gentle moans of pleasure. Roger worked his cock in her hot pussy till she found herself rolling over on her back. Her knees were wide apart and her swollen tits were hard. His small hands wandered over them and his mouth dropped down to kiss her inflamed nipples. Kay felt his tightly muscled back under her arm and her delicate fingers roamed through his hair, twirling ringlets around her fingers.

Roger mounted her easily when she was fully on her back, her wide hips contrasting to her narrow waist. When he was harbored between her smooth creamy legs, he reinserted his cock in her warm cunt. Then their ride began. Kay's eyes popped open.

He was moving his hips in a way she'd never even thought possible. He seemed to be going around in a circle, rolling from the top of her cunt to the bottom and up the other side. Yet he was driving deeper within her with each revolution. She'd felt his cock. It wasn't so large; how could he fill so many parts of her at once?

He seemed to be everywhere. The speed with which he moved frightened her. His body was wet with sweat. Their torsos slid against one another. Roger wiggled and slid all over her sexy body, clutching a tit, or keeping himself from rolling off by thrusting a knee against a canoe rib.

He let out moans and grunts and murmurs and sighs. His tight muscles flexed and slid and his pelvis twisted and turned and thrusted and probed. Her body was like a musical instrument which his body played, and he was a virtuoso.

Kay was helpless – excited and passionate, but completely controlled by Roger. Feeling his clever cock exploring every nuance of her pussy seemed like a great way to spend eternity. But it wouldn't last, not at their heated pace.

His moans grew louder and came together more quickly. Soon they were stumbling over one another in the rush to get out of his throat. His prick banged into her wildly. The movement of his hips dragged her up and down the floor of the rocking canoe. When she thought he'd fuck right through the boat, he suddenly gave out an ear-piercing bellow and subsided. His panting chest rested on her breasts, and she stroked his back till their breathing returned to normal.

Roger eventually got into the stern end of the canoe and paddled back to the landing. All the way Kay sat back comfortably and dangled her hands in the water singing "On Moonlight Bay" very softly. He got a big kick out of seeing her smile and sing. She was obviously as happy as a young girl could be who had just been well laid in a canoe.

Roger didn't mind being slightly wet, but when he had expertly pulled alongside the landing and assisted Kay out of the canoe she discovered her culotte skirt was wet. All their fucking had allowed water to splash into the flat-bottomed boat.

"Oh, Roger, I've got to get this dry."

"There's a little electric heater in the shack. I've got to close up anyway, so why don't you go into the shack and take you skirt off, dry it by the heater and by that time I'll be finished and can lock up."

Kay did as he suggested, but as she opened the office door she was surprised to see a middle-aged man, slightly paunchy, reading the tally sheet Roger kept as part of his duties.

"I beg your pardon."

"Too late to rent a boat tonight, sweetie," the man said in a slightly gruff but not unfriendly tone.

"I know. I just returned my boat but I got wet and the attendant said I could dry my clothes in here for a few minutes."

"Sure, kid, I'll step outside."

"I'm sorry to interrupt your bookkeeping."

"No sweat."

As he said it he found it hard to suppress a smile; that fast-moving kid probably got it out on the water, he sure as hell wasn't around when he blew his horn. Roger was not only quick and alert on the job, he was quick and alert about getting a piece of ass. Fair enough, he would have tried the same thing at his age. In fact, why couldn't he try the same thing now? He wasn't ready for the bone yard yet. She was a looker, too. Nice tits, cute little figure, shapely legs and a pleasant face – yeah, it would be worth the risk.

"Where you from, sweetie?"

Kay told him and as she spoke she realized his eyes were moving up and down her body. He was athletic and in his forties maybe, not too short and just at the right age to have authority and still have youthful vigor. He wasn't a youth, but he wasn't over the hill either. He had another characteristic which pleased her; he vaguely reminded her of her father. That really was what made her smile back at him.

"Go ahead and take 'em off, I've got a kid not quite your age, I'm broad minded."

Kay wanted to make a pun, but she thought that would be too bold. She merely smiled her most come-hither smile and hoped he'd forget his kid and turn on to her.

He stepped to the side and brought up the electric heater from under the counter. He plugged it in and instantly the coils turned red.

"Thank you."

"It's nuthin', kid. Want to let me help you?"

"I can manage."

"Yeah, I guess you can," said the older man appreciating the comely turn of her bust line. He didn't sigh, that would be too obvious, but he reluctantly turned to open the door and left the building, she obviously wasn't going to let him have any nookie.

As his hand hit the doorknob Kay's heart sank. She was still up from the fucking she'd gotten afloat, and her pussy seemed to be humming for more.

Kay never knew what made her do it but she wanted him to stay yet couldn't bring herself to say anything so she just grabbed his hand from the doorknob and turned him to her.

"Please, don't go."

His face was one huge smile. He had nice teeth. She was hooked. He brought his hairy hand back to the doorknob and clicked the lock.

Kay stood against the far wall, only little more than four feet away from him, actually; and suddenly looked demure. His smile became one of calm peace and, without taking his eyes off her, he reached up and moved his hand around till he connected with the light cord. He pulled it and the naked electric bulb with the insects buzzing about it went out with a "click".

"It's a little crowded here, sweetie, but not as crowded as a canoe, huh?"

Kay was glad the light was out so he couldn't see her blushing all the way down to her ankles.

"How did you know?"

"If you'd been renting canoes as long as I have on summer evenings you'd eventually recognize the signs. A gal comes back from a unit, I mean an hour's ride, and she's wet on the back and looking pleased as hell, you know. I think I can give you an encore that'll make you sit up and take notice."

Kay forgot all about Roger and slid her skirt down her legs.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You're not under age or anything, are you kid?"

"Nothing like that, and I'm not a tramp either. I'm getting married in a few days."

"Want to get in as much as you can before you're cut off, is that it?"

"Not at all," she said as she, pulled her halter off and let her breasts roll free. "I lied to my fiance. I told him I wasn't a virgin. He expects me to know a lot of techniques and things and I just don't so I'm trying like mad to learn all I can before he finds out what a novice I am."

"Hell, if you're going to marry the guy why don't you just level with him?"

"Because I lied."

"Sweetie, you can't base a marriage on lies."

"I know that, what's the line? 'What a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive'? Well, I'm up to my… neck in woven deception. I have embarked on this course of action and I intend to see it through. If you call that wanton, then I'm wanton."

This time he made the pun, "Sweetie, you ain't wantin' nuthin'. Come here."

He reached out and crushed her manfully against his hairy chest. She felt his body heat and liked it. He was bigger and softer than Roger but she loved the massive strength of his belly and shoulders. She thought he could lift a boat out of the water all by himself.

"My name is Gene."

"Kat."

"Lay, Kay."

"Let me take off my skirt."

"We'll get around to that, come on down."

He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her forcefully, which gave her a tingle in her neck. Grunting with awakened passion, Kay's mouth was on his in an instant. Instantly, their tongues were wagging. Less than three kisses later, his face had explored the area between her breasts and his hands lovingly roamed her tits. His thumbs indexed her pink nipples.

Gene was lying face down on the floor, and Kay was sitting on folded legs before him. He dropped his face into her crotch and began taking mouthfuls of her culotte skirt. He reached up under it and pulled her panties down far enough for him to insert his mouth on her cunt.

She didn't realize it, but as she dragged her fingers back and forth in his hair his hair oil discolored her fingers. Later she was to wonder where on earth that came from.

Gene's tongue was a forceful thing. It entered her vagina as a gangster with a machine gun would enter a bank – all menace. Impulsively, it shot around through her flesh and pointed to the spots it liked. It lapped up all within its path. The dark blue vein under his exploring tongue grew with energy as it darted in, out and around.

Her clit was delicious to him and he lovingly clung to it with his pursed mouth. He moved his lips to excite her. His hands followed the contours of her soft warm flesh up and down her torso. Her tits were rounded and soft. He took delight in holding her nipples between his fingers and in feeling them harden while he caressed them.

Gene's mouth extracted itself from the hairs on her pudenda and suckled on her breasts. She moaned excitedly. Her blouse was still on her shoulders, but her tits and tummy were exposed. Working frantically, he unzipped the skirt and pulled it down her slender legs. Thank God culottes were designed so they could be gotten on and off quickly.

Gene's clothing was more cumbersome. He was so frantic to fuck he danced his pants down his legs and let his new slacks and undershorts hobble his ankles. No sweat, he thought, all he needed free was his cock and since his ass was exposed anyway, she could play with it.

When her hands weren't on his head, on his cock or around his back, she did play with his ass, grabbing handfuls of his downy cheeks. While she was doing this he was fucking her. Deliberately he shot an extra hard stroke into her hungry cunt. He even picked her up with his hands firmly planted on her ass and virtually lifted her off the floor. A loud thump startled two fishermen who were just turning in their boat on the other side of the shack's thin wall.

"Jesus, Harry, we ought to shove the practice of jurisprudence and take up renting boats. The pay's less but the fringe benefits are dynamite!"

Gene put all his anxiety into his strokes. It was a risky undertaking, fucking within earshot of his employee who might want to turn the situation into a threat, into blackmail. This whole trip, this whole undertaking was nerve-racking. Yet she was a delight, so fuck it! The company's future, his reputation, the business, everything – fuck 'em!

All this gave him nervous energy, and Kay was feeling the results with each demanding stroke her willing body was pulling the anxiety out of him – each cunt-lip quiver drew more of it from him.

Eagerly, Kay pulled him to her. The touch of her flesh made him arch his hips higher and throw them forward more determinedly. Kay forced her hips up to intercept his downward thrusts, praying she was doing the right thing for him because it was so delicious to her. His strength and determination, coupled with her delight at his pressure, forced her down onto the floor. Their bodies collided again and again in their acrobatic exchange.

Kay thrilled to the force of his manic fucking. Greedily, she clung to his body! With clenched teeth she shoved her cunt at him. Her muscles were moving clockwise around his cock. His pink and blue prick swelled with the pressure of her pussy.

With a tight clutch of her broad hips he rolled over on his back and brought her eager body cm top of his tanned torso. She hastily got her legs into a kneeling position and without slipping off his cock let her torso rest on his hips as she sat on his erect reddened penis.

With a noisy clamp of his hands on her buttocks Gene guided Kay's hips in a circular rotation. Each time she swung them around in a full circle she completed it with a little snap and ground around another time. She was not small chested and the generous blossoms of her nipples pointed in opposite directions, now reddened by his eager hands. As his eyes concentrated on their pink wobbly meatiness, he felt like climbing a whole cliff made of tits. He clasped one hand on one juicy tit and squeezed it gently. Her nipple protruded between his coiled thumb and index finger. Sighing and making noises in his throat, he began licking the underside of her tit. He gave it long loving licks as if it were a dripping ice cream cone. Kay's motorized hips churned around his ramrod-hard organ as she added lifts and squats to her exercises.

Gene leaned back with his head on the floor and watched her tits bounce and flap to and fro as she tore up his cock with her hungry pussy. While he stared at her, Kay raised herself up off his cock. It flapped against his stomach. She got her feet planted on the flooring and squatted over his genitals. She looked down at them to facilitate the docking of her wet pussy on his vibrating organ.

His right hand brought his straight cock into position. Kay lowered herself onto it.

She rode it. A lock of hair had fallen in her face and she swung her head around and back to let it flop back into place. She didn't want to use her hands which were happy on his firm torso to arrange it. She made determined circles with her pelvis, grinding on his prick which was emphatically at attention.

The dark pink color of her perky nipples delighted him as they moved on the tip of their lighter, pinker, fleshier clouds of cotton candy.

Kay's skin was very pale and totally soft. She was nicely formed and slender. Her wide hips were ideal for sex and he was impressed with her extensive knowledge of how to move them. He was beginning to sense the energy she was putting out; it manifested itself in the aroma of her body. Her smell was sweet and faintly perfumed. He wanted to fuck her so hard he would change her smell to one of body sweat.

Violently frustrated, he threw his body into her. She groaned with pleasure. A short sharp "hmm!" emanated from her straining throat. Kay grabbed hold of his biceps but couldn't get her hand around them. Her fingers settled for his shoulders. This brought her body forward and allowed him to raise his hips off the wood as he inserted his erect penis in between her dripping pink labias. A drop of lubrication fell from her oleaginous cunt.

Gene put his hands on her hips and pulled her labias apart like the studs do in peep show movies. She moaned with excitement. Kay liked it animal. She would present her insatiable craving, to Davey as a wedding present for them both.

With a burst of energy Gene once more surprised her by dumping her over on her side. This time his cock slid out. While Kay was still trying to figure out how he was going to fuck her next, his hands were guiding her hips up in the air. He brought her to a kneeling position on her hands and knees. Then he got to his feet and planted one firm foot on either wide of her curvaceous hips. The tan line of her summer bikini was a stimulant to his eyes. The definite line between the pale but tan skin and the paler skin of her hips stirred a sphincter reaction and his cock flexed.

Placing one hand on Kay's hip as if it were a paperweight, he held her still while he aimed his cock at her cunt from between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly he lowered his hips, and the head of his cock with a drop of clear liquid oozing out its tip found her fleshy envelope of heat and he entered her tunnel-like cunt.

Gene's cock was in her exactly as if she were a lower animal. Her verbalization was animal, too.

"Uh! Oh! Ah! Damn! Oh, God! You're a brute – but don't stop!"

His thrusts matched her sounds as he swung his hips fore and aft, fucking her without using too much vital energy. Kay, however, was not sparing any energy as she backed up to take even more of his forceful thrusts. His powerful hips resisted and he stood fast.

Gene's temperature shot up. His face grew red. His legs ached from the muscle-tensing he was doing. It was more than time for him to come, so he grabbed Kay's hips in two firm fists and yanked her body backward onto his cock. He held her on it and thrust forward.

"Ohhh!" He did it again. "Ohhhh!" Then again. "OHHHH!"

Gene's strokes were like shells being slammed into a howitzer. He was loading quicker and sharper. Barn! Barn! Barn! His hips smacked against her buttocks. Wham! He threw yet another fuck into her.

Without stopping he thrust and thrust, leapfrogging against her body. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, STROKE!

"Ahhhh, shit! Ummm!"

His cum burst out of the head of his cock and shot inside her. He imbedded his cock in her and made tiny quick back and forth movements as he rubbed, his cock against the flesh deep inside her cunt. As his cum continued to escape from the tubing of his cock he held his body firmly against hers and felt her squirm and flex on the nozzle he held within her.

His flow eased and Kay could feel the swelling draining from his penis. A moment later he let it slide into view, a spent, shriveling thing. He rose to his feet. She continued on hands and knees, each returning to a slower but normal breathing pattern. At length she turned over and sat on her plump ass.

"The kid'll be back in here soon. Thanks, sweetie, cover up, huh? He works for me and, well, you know, I gotta play my role, dig?"

Kay dug.

She reached for her clothes but a final desire stopped her.

"Gene, you wouldn't allow me to practice a little oral sex, would you?"

"Sweetie, I'd love to have you sucking and slurping and gagging on my pecker for eternity but I gotta get my ass home. I've got a quart of ice cream in the car, and if it melts I'll be up Shit Creek."

"Well, I tried, anyway."

He was dressed and pulling the reports and the tally sheets together and stuffing them into a manila envelope.

"You want to leave first? Roger, if he knows what's good for him, will make himself scarce and keep his mouth shut. Sorry about not being able to hang around longer, but you'll soon know what it's like to be married and have commitments. So long, sweetie, thanks a heap, and have a happy life."

He pecked her on the cheek. Kay thought that was the kind of kisses she'd get from Davey as their marriage aged.

As Gene closed the door behind him she raised her fingertips to her cheek and tried to push the tingling feel of his tender kiss into her flesh so it would never leave. It evaporated as Gene did into the darkness.

She checked to see if she had left anything behind, picked up her pocketbook and opened the door. Just as Gene had predicted, Roger was busying himself down at the dock and so she called good-bye, waved and went to her car.

"Did you have a nice drive, dear?" asked her mother in a voice which tried to show interest while carefully avoiding any hint of prying.

"Uneventful," came Kay's lie. "Good-night."

"Good night, dear, get a good rest."

Kay didn't get a good rest, however. She kept thinking about the lies she was telling. This had to stop. She vowed, as sacred a vow as she was going to take with Davey very soon, that once she'd mastered the techniques of sex and could approach him with the experience he assumed she had, her lies would stop. She willed it!

It was three days before the wedding. Her mother brought her breakfast on a tray in her bedroom.

"What's this, mama?"

"Every girl should have breakfast in bed at least once in her life, and I don't think Davey's much of a cook. So here it is."

Her mother sat at the foot of the bed while Kay devoured the food. The mother watched her daughter eat and chatted merrily about the Big Day. When Kay was just finishing she almost casually said, "Oh, by the way, dear, I've made an appointment for you to see Dr. Kimpler. I forgot to mention it in the excitement."

"Why did you do that?"

"Well, dear, he should examine you to see if you are… functioning properly, that there won't be any unnecessary complications on your wedding night."

Kay practically choked on her coffee. Her Mom was so old fashioned, but what a darling! Of course, Kay could not refuse or announce that that possibility had been avoided long ago. She thanked her mother for her foresight and asked when the appointment was to be.

"It's for ten o'clock this morning so hurry and take your shower. I want you to drop off the music for the ceremony at Mrs. Endicott's on the way. You know how nervous she is, she's called twice about it. She wants to practice, so she'll be perfect. She's always planned to sing at your wedding, so be very sweet to her. Remember, she's known you all your life and is terribly fond of you. You will do that for me?"

"Of course. Mrs. Endicott is such a nice old nut, she gave me my first compact. Remember?"

"I remember you filled it too full of powder and insisted on using it before we went to church that Easter and you spilled it all over your navy blue dress in the car. I'll never forget that!"

The women laughed and hugged each other. Kay broke away before her mother could start to cry.

While rubbing her body with the warm soapy water of the shower, she speculated on her interview with Dr. Kempler. What would she tell him? He'd be obviously aware she was not a virgin. It didn't take much thinking to decide to tell him the truth. She would finesse part of her narrative, that was nobody's business! Not even Davey's.

Dr. Kempler was delayed with another patient so his lab technician, Morris, who was short and stocky and sexy, ushered her into a room and did the preliminary things. Her chart didn't indicate that she should be here. She had to explain her mother had made the appointment because she was getting married soon. After Morris, a young man even though he was prematurely balding, but not unattractively so, offered congratulations and wished her happiness he suggested she get into a robe.

Kay remembered Morris vaguely from school, he had been a senior when she was a freshman. He was much better looking now, even though his hair line had receded remarkedly for a man who was not yet twenty-five.

The room she was in contained a regulation white examining table with the stirrups for her heels, the pull-out board and the long roll of white shelf paper for the top. Against the other wall was a long plastic-covered divan, left over from the days when these offices belonged to a dentist who used it in his waiting room. Dr. Kempler had used it in his and eventually shuttled it to this room.

Morris was just opening the door to leave her alone to disrobe when Dr. Kempler opened the door, greeted Kay and told Morris that an emergency call had just come from the hospital and he had to dash over there. He'd be back as quickly as possible, would Kay mind, waiting? Kay knew it was pointless to wait, she could tell the medical man more than he could tell her about her own body but because she knew her mother would rest easier getting a doctor bill for a useless appointment, she agreed to wait. Morris smiled happily at that; he knew there were no more appointments before one.

Dr. Kimpler apologized and closed the door. Morris began chatting casually with Kay while he tried to pretend to be busy. He talked about general things so casually that Kay was completely disarmed and finally when the conversation got around to why she was there she told him just what she would have told the doctor.

"I know my body will function properly. I'm not a virgin."

Morris showed his true colors by grinning ear to ear at the information. He sat down on the plastic-covered divan next to her. They talked about school, gossiped about some of the more notorious alumni and laughed a good deal. Morris edged closer to her. He was right next to her before she was aware of his maneuvering. Seeing his clear eyes under the aged hairline, she decided it was okay, she'd let Morris make a pass at her.

"How did you come to be a lab technician, Morris?"

"The Army. I was trained for Nam."

"Davey, my fiance, was over there. He was in the…"

Kay never got to finish her sentence because Morris planted his mouth on her upper lip and imprisoned it between his full lips. Not quickly, but eventually, Kay pushed him away.

"No, Morris, we mustn't. Somebody may come in."

"Nobody'll come in. The doc took Harriett with him to the hospital. He always does."

"Yes, but…" His mouth was on her again. Kay realized Morris had been trying to do this ever since she arrived. She resigned herself to his advances. It really didn't go against her grain to be made love to.

Morris pressed his advantage, working his mouth over her features. His voice was almost a breath when he whispered to her ear.

"Let's enjoy this."

With that he gently took the handbag and slipped the strap off her shoulder. With his big hands on her upper arms he pressed her backwards till she was against the divan, then he lowered her and sat beside her, not taking his kiss off her face. When they were seated he continued the burning kisses and fondled her neck with the back of his fingers.

Kay was stiff. She'd only had sex with bald men on two occasions. The first was with her cousin's boy friend during a picnic in the back of a pick-up truck. She had been traumatized by the experience. He had been a brute, several years older than she. And she had been drunk. The second sexual encounter was with a married man. He'd just lost his job, had a mountain of bills, and he had been kind to her. She had been comforting him when one thing led to another. She trusted him. This time her whole future was riding on the fuck. She had to go through with it.

As his breath warmed her neck she determined not to waste this chance to gain some new knowledge. It was, after all, the goal she'd set her sights on. She closed her eyes and prayed she'd do all right.

After a few more kisses, Morris rose from the couch. He stood directly in front of her and began to remove his white jacket. She could tell from the way his shirt clung to his body that he was lean and tight, his body the efficient machine he'd worked for years to make it. An ex-Army medical man, she assumed, had to have a perfectly functioning body and he exercised daily to keep it that way. He had ambitions, too.

Nonchalantly, he tossed the garment on the edge of the couch and kicked off his Italian loafers. He undid the snap at his waistband and slid the trousers down his well-formed legs. The hair on his tanned legs was bleached from constant workouts on the tennis courts. Kay watched him undress with more professional curiosity than sexual interest.

"Undress me."

Kay didn't want to, but the choice to do it was painfully simple, strip him, herself, and her dignity, or walk out. She rose and placed her hands on the top button of his shirt.

His body was not unattractive. He didn't seem sexually aroused, his shorts were not bulging. He bent and stripped off his sox. He reached for her bosom. She shuddered. He unbuttoned the top buttons. Her dress was simple but well fitting. She stepped out of it and automatically folded it and laid it over the edge of the couch next to his trousers. She'd been too well brought up not to take care of her clothes.

Her dress slithered down her firm legs. The soft bra she wore kept her tits high, giving Morris two reasons to notice her. She closed her eyes again as she rolled down her panty hose. She liked this strapping young man with his golden face and sensitive smile. She was ready to be fucked by this stud.

Morris reached out and guided her around. He unhooked her bra. She pulled it off her breasts and flung it on top of her dress. She was no longer embarrassed.

He folded Kay into his arms.

After a few tender kisses and rubbing his hands over her ass, Morris worked his shorts down his tanned legs. He was completely naked now, facing her. She glanced at his meat. It was limp but long. She imagined it would feel like Brad's cock.

When Morris came to her again he was determined to forget his natural nervousness.

He ran his arm around her and drew him close to him. His tongue worked around her hips. He could taste her lipstick. His breath felt good. His hand was in her hair and his mouth was undulating against hers. She was surprised to feel a surge of excitement. His tongue pressed her lips. Tentatively, she opened her mouth slightly. His tongue entered and touched her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth. He moved it around. He smelled good. She put her tongue under his and worked it gently back and forth. He moaned.

They lowered themselves to the couch. His hands went to her bare breast, his thumb sliding back and forth over her sizable nipple. When he wasn't kissing her, his nose was nuzzling through her entire body, and she was again surprised to feel a tingle in her cunt.

Morris pressed his body against her voluptuous curves. One breast rolled against his pectoral muscle. He moaned again. His gentle undulations had worked her back, and now she was reclining on the big divan with his arms around her and his free hand stroking the round smoothness of her breast. His lips descended to her aroused nipple. He kissed it repeatedly and sucked gently. He slid his body onto hers and placed his slightly hardened cock on the hairs of her pussy. He was moving his slender hips fore and aft, pressing against her leg.

Kay was responding to his subtle approach with movements of her own. Without realizing it, she was complementing his hip sway with a roll. She would press her pelvis toward him as he drew back. When he came forward again she pressed her hips into the divan. She could feel his organ gaining strength.

Morris had buried his face between her luscious breasts. One of his strong hands was on her neck, the other rubbing her smooth hips. His breathing was more excited. His body was warmer.

He moved his hand into the hairy patch at the bottom of her pudenda. His fingers slid down to her opening. One finger wandered into her trench. She was getting more excited. This wasn't at all bad.

Morris kissed her nipple again. She cradled his soft hair in her delicate fingers. She leaned down and kissed his forehead. He smiled at her and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His finger worked deeper into her and touched the tip of her clit. She could feel the hardness of his cock now.

Kay spread her legs and he slipped his body between them. She reached down and guided his shaft to her pussy, rubbing the head of it back and forth and up and down against her hairs and her tender lips. He shifted his position and tentatively pushed his organ to her. Her knees came up. He bent his head down on the cushion beside her and arched his back. Both of his hands gripped her on the side of the hips and he docked his cock in her sweet harbor.

It entered only slightly at first. When he felt it was right, he slid slowly farther in. Jesus! Where did this guy learn to fuck? Kay couldn't believe how good it felt! It was dynamite.

Very slowly he began to pump. Kay placed both hands on his slightly hairy hips, rocking his body against hers. He pressed farther into her. How long could it be? He was hung!

His fucking grew faster. He breathed harder. This time it was Kay who let out the moans. Morris fucked eagerly now. Kay cooperated joyfully. Their tongues were in each other's mouth. The divan was bouncing up and down on the parquet. The band of white flesh across Morris' ass went rapidly up and down as he flexed his muscles to drive his prick into the eager girl below him. Her fingers were twining in the hair fringing his head. They were a perfect match.

Morris' swollen cock was pressing against her clit with each forward stroke. The strokes were coming faster and faster. Kay couldn't believe it, but she heard herself saying, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

Morris' body sprang unconsciously to her command. He doubled his intensity and flung his body at her. She clutched him eagerly with her knees. His hands held her by the shoulders and when his cock was sunk in her to the hilt, he pulled her body down with powerful palms. This added pressure on her clit with each thrust brought her breath out of her with a muffled "Oh!"

The "Oh's" were racing after one another, faster and faster. They were so impassioned they didn't hear the outer office door open and Dr. Kempler come in. He opened the door to the room expecting to find Kay waiting for him and saw two young healthy people fucking on his couch. His mouth opened in total surprise but something else opened as well; his own cock began to bulge his trousers.

Dr. Kempler watched with eyes that glistened with intense interest. He stripped off his coat and flung it on the floor. Hurriedly, he undid his fly and let his pants fall. One leg was pulled inside out in his eagerness to get out of them. His tie was already flying through the air and his shirt was coming undone so quickly a button popped off. His belly was slightly large but not unattractive even though his shorts were draped under it. They came off in a swipe.

His cock was stubby and hot. He quickly sank to his knees for a closer view of the action. Barn! Barn! Barn! Morris' thick cock was pounding the living shit out of the cunt on the couch. The doctor's hand encircled his organ and he rapidly jacked himself off. Morris and Kay were so engrossed in their passionate copulation they were unaware he was there.

Morris' balls were tightening up, and he knew he'd come any minute. Kay knew it, too, and started moving her hips in a circular motion to increase the delightful friction. Her clit was being rubbed from side to side. His hands were rubbing up and down her arms and her knees bounced in the air.

Morris indicated the high point of his passion with a low guttural growl which grew in intensity and pitch as he pushed his cock deep into her soft flesh and held it there. His body began to shake involuntarily as the cum sped through his cock and flooded her inflamed pussy. His hands were making marks on her upper arms, but he was unaware of it. Kay clenched the muscles of her cunt and pushed her hips against his body to get the full thrill of his rock-hard cock's climax.

Morris relaxed. His body went limp. Kay was still shuddering from the excitement of his coming. Her own body oozed its juices and they freely mixed with his. Each of them had beads of perspiration across the forehead.

"Move over, get off."

They were both surprised to hear Kempler's voice. There he was – banjo-eyed, kneeling at their side.

"My turn."

Morris was shocked, Kay stunned. She gasped.

Kempler was pulling Morris' leg to hurry him up. A little dazed from the fucking, Morris rolled onto the floor. The doctor stepped over him and stood on the couch gazing down at the voluptuous bride-to-be spread out below him. His cock was stiff and red at the end. The opening in it seemed gigantic. The dark hair on his body gave him the appearance of an animal. The fire in his eyes reinforced that image.

All of a sudden, he was on his knees and he was lifting Kay's legs up over his shoulders. Before she knew what was happening he'd slammed his pecker into her pink body. The weight of his body knocked the wind out of her. He didn't stop to notice. Grunting and gripping at anything he could get, he flicked fiercely. It was a totally different thrust than the civilized strokes of all her other partners.

He banged into Kay not caring where the head of his cock penetrated. She'd been high on Morris' considerate strokes, but now she was coming down with the brutal pumping of the man who of all men who should know how to be gentle.

His stout cock was entering her and pulling all the way out with each stroke. The accumulated juices began rolling out and down her crotch. Kay was groaning again, but not with pleasure. She couldn't wait for it to end. It wasn't long in coming because he'd been so excited by the display of beautiful bodies copulating that in a few strokes his grubby cock was spewing his cum into the abused cunt. She thought he'd let out a repulsive grunt when his climax was at its peak. To her surprise, he did it silently.

If he was quick to come, he was even quicker to recover. In a second his breathing was normal, and he was drawing his spent organ from the delicate sheath.

He got to his feet and offered his hand to Kay to draw her upright.

"I don't want either of you to think that this is an old-fashioned casting couch. I'm no fool. If, because of circumstances, two of the most beautiful people in the country are fucking in my office, I can hardly be criticized for becoming aroused. Miss Ruby, I apologize for fucking you uninvited. I respect your freedom of choice. The power of passion must be respected, too, however. I congratulate you both on your ability."

CHAPTER EIGHT

The day of the wedding dawned bright and clear. The house was in a chaotic bustle. Evelyn had patched up things with her husband, at least on the surface, and played her part with aplomb. The flowers looked beautiful and all the older women agreed Mrs. Ruby had done her daughter proud; this was one of the nicest weddings in a long time.

Kay made her entrance on her father's arm, walked with dignity down the aisle, kissed him on the cheek and entrusted herself to Davey. He smiled at her.

During the ceremony Davey dropped the ring but was quick enough to catch it before it hit the carpeting so practically no one knew what had happened. He spoke up loud and clear when it came time to say "I do."

Mrs. Endicott had prepared herself almost more rigorously than Kay had and was in what was for her, fine voice.

"She's one of the bride's mother's oldest friends and has been planning since Kay was born to sing at her wedding," was the explanation whispered through the church. Everyone was satisfied then that it was truly one of the loveliest weddings in many a year.

To the triumphal strains of Mendelssohn, the newlyweds turned, and arm in arm went down the center aisle of the church. The somber serious part was over and happy smiles beamed on every face. Kay and Davey nodded to friends and relatives they had not seen in years. It was about halfway down the aisle that Kay lost her breath.

There, on the groom's side, was the man who had the boat rental place. She turned beet red and barely retained her smile. The man who had fucked her while the ice cream melted in his car seemed not to recognize her. His face never changed expression.

"Davey," Kay whispered through a permanent smile, "who is that good-sized man in the brown suit with the yellow tie next to the lady in the big hat?"

"That's my Uncle Gene… He has the boat concession out at the lake. Why?"

All through the reception Kay was miserable. She knew how much the wedding meant to her folks and their guests so she went through the motions, everyone making the excuse that she must be nervous and excited and it was only natural she seemed to be dazed. Her smile turned plastic and never came off.

"Gosh, honey, what's wrong?"

"Kay, dear, it's time for you to lead the dancing."

"What's the matter with you?"

"You're the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

"Thank you, Aunt Sarah."

"Kay, what is bugging you?"

"I want to be as beautiful a bride as you when I grow up, cousin Kay."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Children, you'll have to start the dancing."

While Davey moved her into the center of the floor and held her in his arms to the music the guests broke into applause. Kay broke, too, and cried uncontrollably on Davey's chest. Everyone thought it was just too sweet for words. Kay, however, felt her heart breaking and the world, her world, coming to an ignominious end.

"Davey, oh, Davey! I lied to you. I wasn't experienced. I was a virgin."

This was a bolt out of the blue to Davey and he missed the beat of the music. Conscious of all the eyes on them he manfully continued dancing and smiling even though his eyes changed from happy to concerned. He turned them a lot so no one would get a chance to see their faces for too long at a time.

Through his now plastered-on smile he asked her why she'd said, "'Was a virgin?' What had happened in the few days since then?"

"I practiced, Davey, I practiced so I'd be the kind of wife you wanted."

"Stop crying, people will notice. Why are you telling me all this now? You kept it a secret, you could have gone on keeping it a secret."

"But… one of the men I practiced with is…"

"Who?"

"Your Uncle Gene!"

Kay burst into sobs and buried her head in his neck. The other couples danced by smiling and beaming and offering congratulations.

Davey spoke in a soft patient whisper, "Did you think I would be so foolish that I couldn't have loved you even if you were not experienced?"

"But I'd lied to you. That was what really worried me."

"Come on."

Their families had each rented a room in the hotel where the wedding reception was being held so they could change clothes. Davey walked past his father, almost dragging Kay behind him.

"Dad, give me the key to the room upstairs."

"What do you need it for son?"

"We're going on our honeymoon right now!"

His dumbfounded father dropped the key into his hand and his son didn't even say thank you, he just grabbed his wife and double-timed out of the hall.

Elevator passengers were surprised to see a bawling bride and a stern-faced groom, his chin set like granite, waiting for the doors to the tenth floor to open.

He dragged her down the carpeted halls so speedily she had to skip to keep up, her veil stretched out behind her, and she kicked over the trays of used dishes set outside the doors.

Inside the room Kay broke down completely and lay on the bed sobbing.

"Shut up and get that gown off. I'm going to fuck you so Goddamn thoroughly all the practice you broke your back to get in before the wedding will be like child's play compared to the fucking you'll be getting from now on. Strip, Mrs. Randal, right this fuckin' minute! Get that off!"

"I can't, by myself."

Exasperated and sweating at the temples, Davey unhooked and unbuttoned her beautiful gown down the back. He left it lying on the floor along with his own garments.

He flung his naked bride on the bed.

"Davey, don't hurt me! Don't!"

"You damn fool, I love you! I'm not going to hurt you. This is us. I don't care if you are virgin, non-virgin, pregnant, a nymphomaniac, if you secretly want to be a nun or whatever. You're going to be mine and you're going to enjoy it!"

Kay was terrified. Davey had never acted this way before.

"You're going to see a lot of this cock; examine it very closely."

Davey let the craving which was hardening his cock control his whole body. He took his hands out of her hair and guided Kay to her feet. When she was standing up he slowly took the remaining pins out of her hair; they had been left behind when he tore the veil from her head. Her wedding bouquet was lying on the floor, she'd never gotten to throw it to Lucy as they'd planned. Staring at her impassioned husband's cock rising, she didn't even remember the flowers.

Davey saw full succulent breasts, her aureoles beginning to stand out. A strand of her shiny hair hung down one breast. Her tummy was flat and soft and her hips spread out in inviting curves. The hair on her pudenda was just a shade darker than her long silken tresses but looked just as soft. Her legs were streamlined ending in dainty feet. Involuntarily, his cock jerked.

Kay obediently stared right into his crotch, then raised her eyes to his face. His jaw was grinding. His arms went around her, and he had her up off her feet in a flash. He carried her to the bed. Kay lay on her back watching his cock bouncing but she couldn't see any details; it was just a blur.

Davey had one foot up on the bed and suddenly he was standing on the bed above her, looking down at her naked body. When his swaying cock came to a halt she was able to realize its true proportions. The red monster was impressively long and its whole length was fat. Its swelling head was much larger than its shaft and was heart shaped. It stood out from his muscular body just like an artist would draw a phallic symbol. His heart skipped a beat.

Davey wiggled his feet to keep his balance on the bed. His cock was radiating heat, it was so excited.

Kay lay looking up at him. Her tongue was sliding out of her lips. Davey understood why she had practiced; she loved him. She was a full-blooded woman who deserved to be satisfied and she expected her husband to be satisfied, too. He laughed silently to himself to realize he had been so concerned with his own fears and trepidations he had not considered her anxieties.

Kay tossed her head to remove a strand of hair from her face. That movement broke the last bit of restraint Davey had left. He jumped onto his knees and straddled her torso. His cock was resting between her ballooning breasts. He leaned down and smeared his face over hers. The heat from their bodies led each of them from one position to another. He squeezed her lips between his. He gently slid his hands down her sides and squeezed her shoulders. He licked her cheeks and kissed her eyes.

Kay slapped her hands on his hips and ran her tongue around in a circle on his neck. She held her mouth open until he would put something, anything, into it. He put his chin in it. She sucked on his chin and then her wet lips crawled into his mouth and she counted his teeth with her tongue.

Davey grabbed handfuls of her hair and rubbed it all over his body. This put his cock over her face and she kissed it violently. It was glistening at the tip and whatever the liquid was, she wanted it in her. She strained her neck to get out from between his thighs long enough to close her lips over the end of is cock and suck it in. She didn't want to know what the pre-seminal fluid was, it was his and that was all she cared about.

Her fingertips sailed over the surface of his balls as she sipped the nectar from his cock. They were tight little knots in a tight shriveled pocket of skin. It felt good to skim her fingertips over the furrows of his scrotum.

She stuck her tongue out and flicked at his pendulous sack. Davey let out a low moan, his hands found her shoulders, and he forced her into the bed. He was strong, she knew that, but she didn't realize how much stronger his passion made him. Davey rode his hips back and forth, dragging his balls over her mouth. She tried to suck on them to draw them into her mouth, but he made bigger movements and his orbs went up her cheek, over her eyes, across her face and back again. They came to rest on her mouth once more.

When he stood up he looked so tall she couldn't see above his waist. From between his legs his long cock with its shapely head could be seen. She gazed at it past the arch of his ass which was toward her. He'd turned his back on her so she couldn't see how much her tender ball-kissing had effected him. He was practically in tears with happiness.

Davey's hands slid down her stomach and into the hairs on her triangle. His fingers tried to move between her coral flanges. He could hold back no longer.

He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her cunt. He had never had his face in a pussy as sweet. He wanted to learn just as she had learned, he wanted to explore every inch of her – instantly.

Davey's tongue worked feverishly to explore every part of her cunt. It was warm and moist. It was softer than he had expected. He turned down his intenseness because he felt if he pressed too hard it would hurt her. He didn't want to do that.

Davey was surprised by a new sensation. He was kneeling over her body in the classic sixty-nine position. His ass was being caressed so he thought she was running her fingers around his buttocks. After a moment he realized she wasn't, she was putting her lips on his asshole. Kay was kissing his asshole. The realization made him twitch.

"Ahhhh!"

The shock had caused his sphincter to flex and his ass made the same movement her lips did. Kay was lost in the feeling and clasped her lips even harder against the tiny puckered opening. She forced her face into his ass. He was ecstatic. He lapped and ate and sucked and shoved his tongue into her cunt. He fished for her clit with all his energy.

When Kay withdrew her face to breathe, he spun off her body, turned himself around on the bed, lay flat on top of her and smothered her face in wet kisses. He ran his tongue throughout her mouth and clasped his arms around her delicate body, rolled backward and forward on the bed, entangling their legs in abandoned frenzy.

Their kisses were a confused give and take. Their bodies seemed to melt into one unit.

Davey felt the hardness of her nipples against his flesh. He slid down her body so his mouth could suck on her tempting flesh. He ran his tongue around her aureole, sucked it into his mouth and gummed it gently. Her sighs and moanings were a symphony of pleasure.

He moved his leg back and forth to rub his cock against her leg. It felt good rolling against her flesh. After he'd buried his face between her pink breasts and had blown air against her chest he examined it thoroughly with the tip of his tongue. Her tightening abdominal muscles drew him farther down to her cunt and he ran through thousands of silky hairs with his hungry tongue.

Davey nipped every now and then with his lips, then he concentrated on putting his mouth against her cunt, trying to match its shape with his lips and fucking it with them. When he had his lips in as deeply as they would go, he stuck his tongue out. He hit it!

There at the top of her cunt was that little hard knob. Lovingly, he rubbed his upper lip against it, holding her tightly to his face by placing his large strong hands on her, soft hips. He forced his face into her pussy, moved in and out with his lips, lapping on her inner flesh with his tongue. Each thrust was rubbing her clit a little harder. It was sturdy to bend and snap back. He got a rhythm going with his action and kept it up.

"Oh, Davey, oh darling, darling!"

Kay's eyes had popped open when he first made contact with her clitoris. It was sobering to her, but only for half a second. She'd never known this feeling. It was something new she'd never learned. She was proud and glad Davey knew more than she did.

Unconsciously, she began gyrating her hips and opening her legs farther to accommodate his strong jaw and forceful lips. What he was rubbing against her was beyond her guessing. She didn't have time to think about it, it was so good! Davey was pulling on her clit, stretching it.

"Oh. Oh. OH! Yes."

Davey's nose was holding her cunt-lips apart so he could get even more of his mouth into her cunt and work her clit more aggressively. His face was awash with the secretions of her inner flanges. It was exciting him to have them flow over his lips and right into his mouth. He sucked more. He pushed more. Kay was moaning uncontrollably. He was making red marks with his fingers on her ass, yet he wouldn't bring his face out. He wanted to suffocate in her pussy.

Kay squeezed one breast and rubbed his head with her other hand. Her head tossed from side to side. She had no sensations but the ones he was producing by eating her cunt. She wondered if he was ever going to get around to fucking her.

Davey had circled around her leg and found himself hugging it. He was so excited by her thigh he drew his face out of her dripping cunt. He planted slobbery kisses all over her sensitive inner thigh with its few dark hairs. The top of his head was up to her cunt and the strange texture of a man's hair rubbing against it felt good to her, especially in her excited condition. She was so on fire with passion she was barely able to breathe.

Kay pulled her leg up and he released the bear hug he had on it. She tossed back her long hair and thrust her face down on his crotch, searching with her eyes closed for the end of his long cock so she could wash it in her mouth.

Her mouth slid over the swollen head of his manhood and moved slowly till she had it securely in her mouth. She breathed through her nose till she felt confident enough to let more of his cock slip into her warm mouth. Her lips slid slowly on its shaft as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch his new wife suck his cock.

She was lying on her stomach and her trim hips stuck up and out below her long hair and narrow waist. Kay managed to slide down half the length of his straight prick. The head filled the back of her throat and she thought she'd gone as far as she physically could. Yet she wanted to do more for him. She determined to take more of it.

"Oh, baby, do me!"

His sudden groan of pleasure made her realize how much of his inflamed cock had slid down her throat. He was twisting in ecstasy. Both his hands were on her arms, holding her head in his crotch, his body and legs were encircling her as he curled around her. Deep, soft, long groans were emanating from him. His cock was so long and so fat that she was unable to breathe through her mouth, he was cutting off her breath. This caused her throat to flex and the muscle action squeezed his deep thrusted cock.

Davey had never felt such a thing before. She did it again.

"Oh!"

Davey jerked his hips in a fucking motion and shoved his cock even deeper into her throat. Kay forced her mouth not to yield as she held his cock prisoner. He shifted his weight so she was on her back and he was lying down, his hips arching above her stuffed mouth. Then he fucked! He jammed, jammed and rejammed his big prick into her throat. She couldn't make a sound. All her body could do was take his fat organ.

Davey was losing control but fucking hard. He kept trying to push even farther into her mouth. He knew he couldn't withdraw and get back in so far, so he held his penis in as far as he had it and only tried to move it in a circle like a mortar in a pestle.

Kay was out of air and had to withdraw. She forcefully drew her head down and slid off the bottom of the bed. She breathed dramatically and noisily. She was sitting on the floor with her back against the side of the bed, her head resting on the edge of the mattress. Davey turned around on the bed quickly and had his face hanging over the edge, planting kisses on her abused throat, soothing it and letting her know that they'd do that again.

The newlyweds lay breathing heavily for a few moments before he slid his hand down and encircled her breast. It was still hard from the excitement he'd generated in her glands. He toyed with her nipple. She sighed. Davey brought his other hand down and ran his fingers over her other creamy white breast. He cupped them both in his strong hands. He bounced them a little, playfully. His thumbs and index fingers rolled her swollen nipples between them. His mouth began to search for hers in a languid slow exploration. Kay's temperature was climbing.

Davey ran his tongue between her lips and gums slowly because they were moving into a new territory. She was starting to turn to face him when he got off the bed and stood in front of her. His cock had softened a little and hung limply from his torso. It looked even longer soft because it didn't stand straight out but hung down. It also looked wider at the head than she expected.

"Mrs. Randal, get up on the bed."

"Yes, Mr. Randal."

Kay obeyed in total trust. She slid her hips up and onto the bed, sitting on the edge. Before she could move any farther, Davey dropped to his knees and pushed her legs up and apart. His tongue was out and he was licking away at her cunt in an easy manner.

His tongue traced little circles around and through her pubic hairs. It traced the lines of her lips and went into them a little. He crawled closer. Her body went flat on her back and her legs arched higher. Davey sat staring at her pink cunt with the dark hair and ran his tongue around his lips before he planted them on her warm pussy.

Kay was amazed that he was doing all the things which excited her. Was it possible, she wondered, that they excited her simply because it was her husband who was doing them?

He maneuvered his lips into her cunt once more and again added his tongue to the titillating probing. He soundly massaged her clit with his wet tongue.

"Oh, my God, Davey! You're an animal, but don't you dare stop!"

Her fingers were touching his shoulders. She relaxed her frantic grip and touched them tenderly. Davey's cock was rearing its head again.

"Darling, fuck me! Oh, fuck me, please! I can't stand it any longer," she pleaded as she wiped perspiration from her forehead.

Instantly he was on top of her and moving her up the bed. Her legs were wide apart and quivering when he brought his ramrod-hard cock to the opening of her cunt. He slid its fat head in slowly. He inched it in farther. She sighed and held her breath. He pulled back.

"Ah!"

He drove it over her tender cunt-flesh and she caught her breath. He started sliding still farther. His cock's extra-wide girth rubbed every part of her inner chamber. Kay was breathing in fast short gasps. He let it slide into its hilt. Her whole cunt was burning on every side, her clit mashed against his cock's hard surface. He poked a little. He slid back a long way and then slid forward with a long even stroke.

"Oh, you're so sensational."

Her aroused clitoris felt the long enlarged expanse of his cock slide over it and Kay shuddered with ecstasy. Back and forth his long organ rubbed, picking up speed like a locomotive. Her hips rose and fell to meet his strokes. Their lips were sealed on each other's. Their hands were everywhere they could reach and still they kept their hips rocking in unison. Kay grew dizzy. He was fucking faster and all his muscles seemed tight. Every dozen or so strokes he would run his cock around in a circle and Kay would thrash in a delirium of passion.

They grunted like animals. Her body felt throbs and the throbs were getting closer together and more intense. They were closer, much closer. They were – OH! Kay screamed. Her body flopped helplessly under her husband's. Davey knew she had reached a climax and he continued his forceful fucking with the intention of making her feel as good as he could.

Kay had barely recovered from the orgasm when she felt it starting again. All the things she had learned from the cab driver, from Bill in the hay loft, from her cousin, from that man at The Pit Stop, from Vince the policeman, even the things she'd learned in her doctor's office, none of them, not any, could compare to this Davey was it for her.

Unaware of her silent prayer of gratitude, Davey drove his massive cock, swollen now with excitement, harder into her pink flesh. Its dark tone contrasted with the paleness of the woman under it. He threw it into her as hard and then as gently as he could, alternating and varying his strokes by instinct alone. She was building up to another climax and he dropped his lips onto her breast. Her climax washed over her and she was uncontrollably sighing and moaning. His firm young body kept fucking. Again she was overcome with the ecstasy of passion as her orgasms crashed one on another.

The heat in the furnace of her cunt was too much for Davey to resist. His organ was aflame with the cum generating in his balls. He felt her heat, heard the sighs his fucking was making her utter, felt the tender touch of her young beautiful hands on his flesh as he looked down at the willing bride so trustingly opening her whole self to him.

"I'm yours, Davey, I offer me to you."

That was the last temptation. He could hold back no longer. He gave in to the passion and without warning his cum swam through his cock gushing out the swollen head and splashed deep inside her cunt.

He fucked while his copious quantities of cum flowed unchecked out of his body into hers. He fucked triple-time so as to give as much pleasure as he was getting.

"Oh, darling, darling. Oh, I love you so." They lay locked in each other's arms and breathed pantingly, less desperately, more normally, quietly, stilly, peacefully.

Time was not real to them but eventually Davey spoke.

"Don't you think we ought to go back down there and say good-bye to our guests? Or do you think any of them ever want to see us again?"

"I think they won't leave till they see us; we've certainly given them a wedding to talk about."

"Hurry up, get back onto your gown, we'll thank them for coming and then cut out. My Aunt Bridget is dying to throw a handful of rice."

"Oh, my God!"

"What?"

"We didn't cut the cake."

Frantically, the still sweaty couple dressed. Kay's hair was best described as disarrayed. They helped each other dress, giggling like school children, and hurried downstairs.

Kay's mother spotted them coming toward the reception room and quickly moved to the door to speak softly in her daughter's ear.

"How could you! Is this how you start your married life, shirking your responsibilities? Your grandmother is furious."

"Mama, grandma eloped."

"Get in there and cut that damn cake, the band's ready to leave. Your father will have to pay for another six hours if they stay after four. How could you?"

The bride and groom, red in the face from exercise, giddily happy and excited, quickly drank their toast, cut the cake, posed for the photographer and accepted more congratulations.

The buzz from the assembled guests almost drowned out the four piece band. Kay's father was more drunk than sober and thought the whole disappearing act was funny. Her mother tried to look dignified and Davey's parents looked sick.

Years later when they were looking through their wedding album Kay nudged her portly greying husband and said, looking at the group photo showing her hair hanging sloppily on one side of her forehead and the disdainful faces of the wedding party, "Now that's what I call an unretouched wedding picture!"

Content

John Clayton
Practice does it

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT