I ran my hand up beneath her skirt and she struggled to free herself from my grasp. She even tried to knee me in the groin, but I was wise to that old trick and held her legs down tightly with my own. I got my fingers under the elastic of her pants and yanked hard. I heard clothing ripping and so I kept on yanking until her torn panties were in my hand. Throwing them aside, I got my hand under her skirt again – she was struggling frantically all during these maneuvers, but surprisingly enough, wasn't screaming, as most women in her predicament would be doing – I got my hand under her skirt again and found I had to force her legs apart in order to place my hand where I wanted it. I felt the fuzzy, scratchy-type hair that was above and around her cunt and, finally, got my leg between hers and forced them apart so I could insert a forefinger into her cunt hole.
"You dirty brute," she rasped in my ear. "I hate you, you filthy thing. You're nothing but a woman-molester."
I didn't believe her for one minute. In fact, I knew damned well that her anti-sex talk was merely superficial stuff meant to convey the impression that she was too good to indulge with a man, that she felt she was above being made love to, that sort of rot. I was determined to fuck her and fuck her I would – I didn't care what she called me. My cock was extremely hard – it was just about at the bursting point, if there is such a thing, and each time I poked my finger up her wet box and withdrew it, my whang would drip in my pants. With my other hand I pulled out my cock and giving her a hard yank, straightened her out so that she was lying flush with the bed. I had kept my leg between hers and now she tried fiercely to get my legs out from between hers.
She couldn't make it. She hadn't sufficient strength.
I grinned and crawled on top of her while she gasped and closed her eyes and made a face, all three things happening at the same time.
"You filthy beast," she cried. "I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate."
"Why not stick a couple more 'hate you's' on the end of that," I grunted in her ear. "It'll do you as much good as anything."
I inserted my penis into her then as she moaned and went limp, which was the way I wanted her to be. I thrust it into her by stages, a little at a time because I didn't want her to scream her head off from the pain of it. In fact, I didn't want her to scream for any reason. Screaming made it look too much like rape, which, of course, it was, almost. I say "almost" because I remember the look of lust she had had in her eyes for a brief moment earlier. This woman was ready to be fucked – she simply needed a strong man who would force her over the brink. I was in the process of doing that and now, as I sank my prick ever more deeply into her cunt, I could feel little spasms of muscles jerking on her body. She even sighed once when I plunged my whang still more deeply and once she, of her own accord, spread her legs farther apart to better receive my quivering rock-hard tube.
"Oh…, she moaned.
I began to pump her cunt, slowly and carefully at first, while she continued to moan and clutch at my back, her fingernails ripping open the flesh from time to time, and thee I increased the speed and depth of the pumping. Her cunt made suction-like sounds each time I pulled up from her. It was as though her cunt was anxious about my whang leaving her body altogether, which I had no intention of allowing to happen. I finally placed my hands under the cheeks of her wide butt and holding her thusly, proceeded to sink the shaft in as far as it would go and as quickly, too. She moaned, she groaned, she twisted this way and that as if in mortal pain, but she always managed to remain flat on her back, her thighs spread widely, her stomach flat, her titties standing straight up and being in constant danger of becoming crushed by the weight of my chest on them. I fucked that woman for a good twenty minutes before the peak hit me unexpectedly and then I increased the speed and wildness of my pumping until I shot my wad into her cunt and at the same time felt her wrapping her legs about mine and moaning fearfully but in ecstasy, too.
She liked it. Make no mistake about it. This woman liked it.
The moment I stopped my action she timidly began to pump my prick with her cunt.
"Oh, you want more, do you, honey?" I rasped. "Well, that's not the way we do it the second time. The second time we get things started with our lips.
Understand me, Nora baby?"
Her voice was very soft. "Yes… sir."
I pulled it out of her, wiped it on the sheet and then I placed my hand behind her head and pulled her face down to my penis. My penis had gotten soft on me and as I rubbed her face in it, I spoke, "Take it in your mouth and suck it, baby. Suck it nice till it gets real hard and strong again."
She did an odd thing. She kissed my penis and then jerked her head from my grasp. "I can't do a thing like that, Mr. Horton. Why that would be a filthy thing to do. How can you ask me to do… such a thing?" Her cheeks were very red just as they had been earlier.
"Very well," I replied. "No suckie, no fuckie. We'll just forget about having the second go at it." I reached my hand under her blouse and when I discovered she wasn't wearing a bra, began to fondle her breasts. She let me do this, her face turned away, her eyes averted from my bold stare. I undid her blouse and pulled it half off her so that I could get a better look at her titties and believe me when I did get a better look, I was astonished and delighted by the beauty and size of them. They were tremendous in scope but better than that, they were wonderfully shaped, pointed, sloped just perfectly, each having a very tiny red nipple. I had often judged a woman by the smallness of her nipples. Any man knows, that a woman who has had her tits sucked on time and time again has larger nipples and the fact that this woman's were so very tiny made me extremely hot and bothered. If I hadn't known it the moment after I bad thrust my finger up her cunt, I knew it or suspected it now. This woman had been a virgin at the time I had fucked her. I had got a first for myself.
I felt very good about this. It is a good feeling, believe me.
I lowered my head to her titties and began to run my tongue over them, first one titty and then the other. She moaned, lay back, arched her back and began to run her fingers sensuously through my hair.
"Oh… I love… you… so… much," she murmured.
It figured. A first-time gal always has to tell the guy she loves him. This compensates for whatever loss of esteem she may be experiencing or thinks she will experience later on. Big deal. "Do you, really?" I asked softly. "Then take my cock between your lips and suck it, honey." I began to fondle her titties more earnestly than before in the hope this would stimulate her to throw out her inhibitions and begin sucking me off. She moaned and threshed about on the bed but didn't offer to go between my legs. Very well, I would go between hers, reversing my body as I did so, and if she didn't then offer to suck me off she was an idiot and I wanted no part of an idiot female, fuckable or not.
I turned about and pulling my pants open, began to kiss her bare tummy wetly, running my tongue in and out of her navel in the most sexy manner I could devise. She stirred her loins about and much to my surprise she hooked one of her knees over the back of my head, pulling me down, in effect, to her cunt. I kissed her wet place and then, as she spread her legs apart pantingly, I dipped my tongue into her slit and heard her cry out wildly even as she stiffened her body until it was as taut as a bowstring. I lowered my rigid penis to the vicinity of her head and felt, to my great pleasure, her nibbling at the end of it though fitfully. She evidently was fearful of taking my cock all the way into her mouth. Perhaps the taste of it was so foreign to her mouth that it repelled her for a few moments.
At any rate, a few moments later I felt her going down on me in a half-hearted manner and I stepped up the passion of my cunt-sucking, and sucking was what it was, not lipping. This nearly drove her crazy, it appeared, for she managed to cry out, suck my cock and turn me over on my back all at the same time. Her head then buried itself in my damp crotch and she began to cock-suck in earnest. I had never in my life been as passionate as I then became with this strange woman. I don't believe she had cock-sucked me more than ten seconds when I squirted my first offerings down her throat. It didn't repel her, didn't stop her, but in fact, appeared to spur her on. She sucked my cock then – even as I ran my tongue through her furry bush – as savagely as any woman ever had, and quite possibly more so. She hit a peak at the identical second that I did and the two of us struggled to complete the pleasure of the other's love zenith. It was difficult for me and I daresay it was even more so for her – I in particular was so hot and bothered I wanted to lie still and let her do all the work but knew this would be grossly unfair to her – this young, shy woman into whose room and bed I had forced myself, so I continued on until she had apparently obtained every last bit of gratification from me.
The two of us then lay very still and for a long time.
Finally, I got up, dressed quietly and went home without a word being spoken by either of us.
It was nearly a week later when Mary came into the front room bending over, kissed me on the cheek quite unexpectedly. "Honey," she said, "I think I'd like a bit of Jack tonight. Would you mind?"
I pretended I had misunderstood her and reached into my pocket. "How much will you need, dear?" I asked gravely.
She giggled. "Oh, come off it. You know what I mean. I mean Jack Burns. I want to have him over tonight. Will you call Jill and see if it's okay with her… and with Jack, of course?" she added quickly.
"No need to call her. It'll be okay. It always is, honey."
"But I think you should call, Bull," Mary said quietly.
"You want Jack to come here? Why not go to his house?"
"I just think I'd like him to come here. He hasn't been here for quite awhile."
"All right. Finish drying your dishes or whatever you're doing and I'll make the call."
She kissed me again and went back to the kitchen while I went to the phone. I made the call, spoke briefly to Jack and hung up. I didn't say anything about going to his house. I simply implied I would go there. To tell the truth, I was more interested in going back to the hotel and seeing the young schoolteacher, provided she was still there.
An hour later Jack showed up at, the side door and Mary let him in. I was in somewhat of a quandary. If I didn't go to Jill's everyone would find out about it later and there might be hell to pay – from everyone. On the other hand I didn't want to see Jill. As I said before, I wanted to see the schoolteacher – I had been thinking – about her warm, lush body for days now and the more I thought about it, the hotter I became. I said hello to Jack and put on my hat and left through the front door. Walking across the street, I turned the corner and headed for Jill's house. First thing I knew I was standing on her front porch without being aware of where I was, so far off in another world had I been. She opened the door without my knocking and pulled me inside of the house and kissed me, closing the door with her foot apparently, though I couldn't see her doing this.
She pulled away "Hi, baby. Ready for some hot meat, huh?"
I grinned. Jill was really something else. An idea hit me and I wondered if it might work.
"Jill," I said carefully, "do you remember that girl who came to the door the last time we were together, when we were at my place?"
"Yeah. What about her?"
"She's staying at the hotel. I've got something to tell you. I've been there. I laid her, gave her the works. I think she liked it. In fact, I know she did. I was just thinking… "
"I know. You want to get her, bring her here and the three of us will have a sucking-bee."
I laughed. "A sucking-bee. Where the hell do 'you get all these odd names for things?"
"Make them up, smarty – what else? Besides, that's what it would be. One cock, three people. It had to be a sucking bee. Okay, baby. Go and get the little miss and I'll wait right here for you."
"Do you mean it, Jill?"
"Hell yes, you know me. I'm always ready to try anything new."
I put my hat on, kissed her cheek and practically ran all the way to the hotel.
I went up to the second floor and to my relief saw that the old lady wasn't on duty behind the desk. I walked straight to Nora's room, turned the doorknob and found the door unlocked. I stepped quickly into the room even as she sprang up from the bed, fear in her beautiful dark eyes.
I grinned. "Don't be afraid, Nora. It's me, Bull Horton. I want you to come someplace with me. Will you, please?"
She half arose from the bed, then sank down on it and regarded me with those dark, lovely eyes of hers. She was wearing a square-at-the neck nightdress and I couldn't help noticing how long it was. Suppressing a grin, I stared back at her but made my look as gentle as I could. She sighed and lifted one leg.
"You did it to me… the last… time you were here, Mr. Horton… didn't you? Her voice was very soft.
"Yes," I replied. "I did. I hope you… enjoyed it, Miss Doans."
She had averted her eyes while speaking and now she turned back to look at me.
"Enjoyed it? Why… what a beastly thing for you to say. I have been ill ever since… thinking about the way… you got on… top of me… and forced your… thing into my body." She made a face and averted – her eyes again, her cheeks reddening.
I moved a step closer to her, but she didn't shrink away, so I moved one more step toward her. "Miss Doans… Nora… I'm sorry if you've been ill, but there's no reason for you to feel this way… to be ill, I mean. I only did to you what any normal male would want to do to such a lovely woman."
She turned her face toward me and I saw her features were contorted. "You filthy man," she said. "You have made me a filthy woman."
I shrugged. "Okay, if you insist on sticking to that slob talk, do so. But let me tell you something. You're a goddamned phony. You're slobbering now that I make you ill by fucking you, but the truth is that you had a ball with me at the time it happened. Don't kid me, Miss Doans. I'm not going to offer you false sympathy. I'm not giving you any sympathy at all." I turned about and locked the door. "Tell you what I will give you – I'll give you a hard shaft up your cunt. What do you say to that, baby?"
"If you touch me I'll scream!" she cried, but I knew she was only pretending.
"You wouldn't dare to scream," I told her roughly "If anyone found me here with you, you'd lose your job teaching school. Besides, you have no intentions of screaming. This is just a phony act you're putting on."
Tears began to run down her cheeks. "Please Mr. Horton… please go away. I don't want you here. I'm afraid I will… "
I nodded. "You're afraid you'll get hot pants again. Right? You're afraid you'll want me to ram my cock up your twat again, aren't you, you phony?"
She jerked her head around. "How dare you talk that way to me? Who do you think you are?"
"Who do I think I am, Miss Doans. I'll tell you not only who I think I am but who I actually am. I'm the guy that fucked you a few days ago… for the first time in your life you acted like a woman instead of a weeping, little female jerk, and for two cents I'd fuck you again right now, whether you want it or not."
"Get out of my room, damn you," she said, surprising me with what for her was rough talk. "I hate you," she moaned. "I simply despise you."
"No, you don't. That's just more of your act. Why you feel you have to put on an act is beyond me. I fucked you. You loved it. Why can't you accept things as they are?"
"Will you please get out of my room?" she cried fiercely.
I shook my head. "No, I'm staying right here. I wanted you to go someplace with me so you could have a good time, maybe the best time you've ever had in your life. Now I see that is hardly feasible. So… I'll stay here until you stop acting like a child."
"If you think I'm going to allow you to fuck me… " She broke off in evident confusion and embarrassment.
I laughed. "I knew you had it in you to say the word, Miss Doans. You aren't as innocent as you pretend, are you? Now then, suppose I take my clothes off and you lift that silly old-fashioned nightdress over your head so we can view each other's nudity?"
A look of alarm came into her dark, pretty eyes. "Don't you dare remove your clothing in my room. And I shall not take off my nightdress. What do you think I am-a woman of the streets?"
I sighed and taking my hat from my head, tossed it to a chair. "Well, baby, you can leave your nightdress on if you like, but me I'm undressing. In front of you. If you don't want to see my bare body, then shut your eyes and keep them shut."
"Please," she sobbed. "Please don't do this to me. Please go home. Go away. Go somewhere. I'm not the kind of woman you evidently think I am."
"How the hell do you know what I think you are? I haven't really told you yet.
However, I'm about to show you the kind of woman you really are."
She shrank back from me, crawling across the bed backwards, her dark eyes riveted on my now unzipped fly. "Don't you dare take your pants off, Mr.
Horton. Don't you dare expose your… your… "
"My cock, Miss Doans? Is that the word you're hunting for, Cock? I definitely am going to show you my cock. What's more, after you have seen it, I'm going to make you suck it for a while. Then I'll push you over on your back, lift that goddamned awful-looking nightdress of yours and bury said cock in your cunt all the way to the goddamned hilt. Then, my dear Miss Doans, I am going to fuck the loving piss out of you."
"Why? Why?' she croaked. "Why do this to me?"
"Because," I said roughly, pushing my pants down, stepping out of them and tossing them aside, "I happen to feel like it. So get your cunt lubricated, baby. I'll be entering it soon just as soon as you suck me for a while."