Flipping open the green-lined, yellow leaves of his legal pad, Jim Hayes stared down at the blank page in front of him and tried to clear the alcoholic haze from his mind. The blunt tip of his soft-leaded, brown copy pencil was poised over the straight lines of the pad, but his hand refused to move.
His head rolled from side to side as the train jostled itself around a corner and then clacked its way down the long ribbon of steel track. Crap, he thought, why fight it? His head was a muddled mass of screaming nerve ends, all hammering against each other. He had spent most of last night in the club car drinking, trying to convince himself that the wild escapade he had embarked upon was the right one. He had staggered back to his compartment confirmed in his belief and had flopped into the narrow bed happily believing that he was about to become one of America's up and coming novelists.
At this moment, however, that conviction did not seem too realistic. Slamming closed the lined tablet with a look of disgust, Jim Hayes rose from his seat, and walked into the small bathroom, fished around in his pocket until he found the paper envelope containing his aspirin, and after opening the small paper rectangle, popped one in his mouth and washed it down with a glass of water. "Probably get turista, or some other unique Mexican disease," he said to the reflection which stared back at him from the mirror on the wall.
Shrugging his shoulders, Hayes pushed his way out of the bathroom, closing the door so that he could open the door of his compartment and step into the companionway. He had to think, and the confining space of his compartment was not what he needed to set his head on straight.
Looking out through the wide window of the companionway, Jim Hayes reflected on the circumstances that had led up to his trip to San Mateo. He clicked them off in his mind: college degree in literature, a marriage that didn't work, a job on the only daily paper in the state capitol of his home state, and a damn good story written, one that had promised to further his journalistic career. Bastards! he shouted in his mind.
He had been a good reporter, doing his job well and working steadily toward a spot on a bigger paper, but he wanted to prove to himself that he really had it. Then it happened. A once in a lifetime opportunity. He had followed one obscure lead, something that all the other reporters had passed over in covering a State Land Commission meeting. After weeks of digging, Jim had learned that one of the commission members was taking graft under the table for favorable votes on land decisions. He had written his story, fully documented, and presented it to his editor. He had expected that the shit would hit the fan and it did, right around his head. He was called to the publisher's office, thanked for doing a good job, and then told that since many of the men named in his story were large advertisers in the paper, that the story would not be printed.
Jim Hayes had taken his lumps, but resolved that as soon as he could make the, break he would leave the paper and strike out on his own, and write the novel that he had always wanted to write. After a great deal of thought and soul searching, he had decided to travel to San Mateo in Mexico, a writers' and artists' colony. Here the living was cheap and the atmosphere conducive to creative ventures.
Thinking about his past, Jim Hayes realized that he hadn't really experienced life enough to write effectively about it. That was the answer he sought in San Mateo: the experiences of life. He wanted to do and see everything. The sky was the limit. His purpose now reaffirmed, Jim pushed away from the window against which he had been leaning.
"Ouch! 'Hey, man, watch where the hell you're going!" The voice was young.
Jim whirled around, stumbling to the side to get his weight off the foot he had inadvertently stepped upon. "Sorry," he mumbled as he regained his balance. "Wasn't thinking about what I was doing."
"You can say that again! You looked really spaced," the girl in front of him said as she lifted her booted foot and rubbed her toe.
Christ! What a good-looking broad, Jim thought as he let his eyes roam freely over Suzanne Olsen's full and youthful figure. His gaze was hungry and he made no bones about undressing her with his eyes. "Does it hurt very much?" he asked lamely when he saw that she was looking at his frank stare.
"My foot's felt better," Suzanne replied with just a trace of sarcasm in her voice. Being uninhibited, she looked over his strong frame with the same honesty with which he had looked at her body hidden under its layer of clothing.
Searching for something to keep the conversation going and stay in contact with the girl in front of him, Jim asked hopefully, "Could I buy you a drink in the club car? Maybe that would help your foot."
"I don't drink," she said honestly, "It's a bummer."
His mind raced and then he blurted, "Then come on into my compartment and sit down for awhile. That'll take the weight off your foot."
Suzanne looked at him frankly, her clear eyes trying to size up the invitation. He was a good-looking guy, a little old maybe, but then he should be interesting to talk to if he's been around a lot. Putting together the possibilities in her head, she decided that she had nothing to lose. "Okay."
The questioning frown that he wore on his face disappeared with her acceptance, and was replaced by a broad smile. He knew that he always looked better when he smiled, but recently he'd had very little to smile about. "My name's Jim Hayes," he said as he pulled open the door to his compartment and stood aside to let her pass into the small room.
"Suzanne Olsen," she said noncommittally. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jim said as he pulled the door closed.
"Where you going?" she asked as Jim settled himself next to her on the seat.
"San Mateo. How about you?" he countered.
"Same place. How about that; we're going to the same place," she said with a note of surprise in her voice.
"Yeah. You going to be at the institute? I hear it's really pretty good," Jim said, glad that they had found something that they could talk about.
"I don't think so. Maybe, after I'm there for awhile."
"Oh, I thought you might be an art student," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Why?" she fenced, trying to put him on the defensive.
"Oh, no reason. Just trying find out where you're at," Jim countered.
Their eyes met in the silence that followed and locked. Suzanne was aware of the current that passed between them. She was getting the vibes that this guy would like to ball her. She thought about it, and came to the conclusion, why not. It was a statement, not a question.
"What are you going to San Mateo for?" she asked, now that she had made up her mind as to her course of action.
"Going to write a book. A novel."
"That's interesting," she said with a smile, "What's it going to be about?"
"About a man that destroys himself in his search for true love," Jim said, looking frankly at her young face.
"Groovy, if he knows what he's looking for," she said, returning his look and trying to read its meaning.
"That's what it's all about," Jim said. “That's what the character in the book is trying find out, and in the process of making that determination he destroys not only himself, but also the only woman that truly loved him."
"It sounds like it will be a sad story," she said.
"Basically, it will be exciting because of the different experiences he has in the search for the ultimate in love, or at least, for a clear definition of love."
"Does he ball a lot of women?" she asked turning the conversation to things that she could understand a little better than abstract ideas.
"Well, yeah," Jim said a bit defensively, "He'd have to, in order to put physical love and emotional love in the proper perspective."
"Have you balled a lot of women?" she frankly asked.
"Well, sure. I mean, I've probably had my fair share," Jim said, a little confused by the candor that this young girl used with an almost perfect stranger. "Why do you want to know?" he countered, attempting to take the initiative and turn the conversation to his advantage.
"I just wondered whether you were any good in bed, that's all," Suzanne shot back.
"There's only one real way to know," Jim said, feeling the blood rising in his head.
"What's that?" Suzanne said flatly.
"Go to bed with me,"
"Okay."
"When?" he questioned, a lump of fear rising in his throat. Christ, he didn't know what this kinky little chick was going to say next.
"What's the matter with right now?"
Jim Hayes looked at the girl sitting in the seat next to him as if he hadn't heard her reply. When he had asked her, he had been partly joking, just making with bantering conversation, but she had seriously accepted his offer, and didn't seemed concerned that they hardly knew one another, had not discussed backgrounds or anything that he was accustomed to doing with girls that he was trying to seduce. In this case he wasn't even sure who was being seduced, him or her.
"Well, you got a hang-up on sex or something?"
"Hell no," Jim said with all the conviction that he could muster.
"Then why are you biting your lip?"
"Fuck you!" he flared.
"Isn't that the idea?" Suzanne said dryly. Jim jumped to his feet and hurried to the door of his compartment and shot the bolt. Turning, he saw that Suzanne was leaning over, unconcernedly unzipping her knee-high boots and pulling them off her long, shapely legs. He had wanted all the experiences that life could offer, and now he was getting them, he thought. A chilling shiver of fear ran through him as he thought that maybe, just maybe, this young girl was far more sexually sophisticated than he was. He'd exaggerated a little when he told her that he had had affairs with a multitude of women. He figured that he could hold his own, but then he had never encountered anyone like Suzanne before either and he was very unsure of his ground. He decided to bluff.
Suzanne looked up after discarding her boots and glanced at the flushed face of Jim Hayes as he pulled his short-sleeved sport shirt out from under the waistband of his straight, establishment-type pants. Maybe she had made a mistake in picking this older man as her first lover other than her brother and mother. Was he really one of those hung-up establishment types? Her young mind mused on that for a moment, and then she remembered that he had told her that he was a writer and she felt better.
Unbuttoning his shirt and trying to look cool and slightly disinterested, as if he had done this sort of thing every day of his life, Jim watched as Suzanne stood up after taking off her boots, and pulled her simple white peasant blouse with short puffy sleeves from the top of her light green mini-skirt. She was standing directly in front of the window and the slanting rays of the afternoon sun silhouetted her figure under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her rounded, full breasts flattened slightly as she lifted her arms to pull the blouse over her head. She leaned over as she pulled the cloth free and Jim stared with admiration and a feeling of luck as he watched her twin globes swinging freely beneath her slightly inclined body. He promised himself that he was going to pull out all the stops with this chick and fuck like he had never fucked before.
Dropping her blouse on the seat, Suzanne turned to face Jim and smiled when she caught him looking hungrily at her half-exposed body. Her shou1ders squared and lifted as she proudly thrust her breasts out to let him get the full effect of her rounded fullness. She was proud of her body and wanted other people to appreciate it as much as she did.
By comparison, she looked at the body of the man standing in front of her. His muscles were hard under a layer of fat, but he wasn't unpleasantly fat, she thought; a little exercise ought to firm him right up. The chest was well-muscled and wide, tapering to a narrow waist. He was unbuckling his belt and undoing the snap at the top of his pants. As she watched, he turned and sat on the seat. He leaned over and untied the laces of his shoes and pulled them off. His socks followed.
"You have a nice body," Jim said, turning to Suzanne.
"That's what I've been told."
"Well, I'm telling you."
"You'd have a nice body if you'd get a little more exercise," Suzanne said frankly.
A chilling jolt of embarrassment shot through Jim's frame at the bluntness of the girl's remark. He started to get angry and then thought better of the idea. After all, he knew that what she had said was true, and she was apparently a person who didn't follow the normal rules, and therefore said what she thought. "You're right," he said in reply, "sitting behind a typewriter for most of the day does puff one out a bit."
"Right on."
Pushing down his pants, Jim ignored the girl while he concentrated on getting his legs out of his pants. When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he became painfully aware that his penis was hard, pushing against the front of his jockey shorts. Taking a deep breath, he pushed them down and stepped out of them. There was nothing that he could do to hide his rampant condition.
"It looks nice," Suzanne said as she stretched out along the length of the seat.
"What?"
"Your prick looks nice when it's hard," she answered.
"Thanks," was his only comment as he quickly sat down on the seat next to her.
"How do you want to do it?" she asked pointblank.
Caught short and without a ready answer, Jim said nothing, but merely sat and looked at the strange girl lying naked on the narrow seat next to him. He hadn't really thought about the mechanics of coupling. "Just leave that to me," he replied lamely.
"Okay, do your own thing," she said, folding her hands across her flat belly, waiting until he took the lead.
Reaching over, Jim took her hands in his. "You're a very special kind of girl. Do you just hop into bed with every man that you meet on a train?"
"I don't know," Suzanne teased, "This is my first train trip." She squeezed his hand and felt the pressure returned. She was getting that itchy feeling in the center of her crotch again, but this time it was more intense than when she and Robert started to fuck. Maybe it would really be different with another man, she thought.
"Well, I'm glad you decided to let me make love to you even if it is your first train trip," Jim said, lifting her hands to his lips and kissing her fingers. He placed her hands on his shoulders and braced his body with his hands on either side of her shoulders.
"That's a funny way to put it," she said, sliding her hands around his neck.
"What?"
"Make love."
“Why?”
"I don't know. I just never thought of it that way. I thought we were going to fuck."
"Same thing sometimes," Jim said as he leaned close to her upturned face.
"Are you going to kiss me now?"
"I thought I might."
"Would you please stop thinking and just do it?"
Jim's lips meshed against hers, and he felt them open and her little tongue-tip flick out. He let his own lips part and his wide tongue inserted itself in her mouth, exploring and searching her sweet cavity. They dueled, tongue against tongue, letting the electric pulses of their bodies pass back and forth through this single connection. Jim, seeking to bring himself into closer contact with her young body, pushed his arms under her shoulders and lifted her until she was pressed tightly against his chest. He felt the heat of her breasts pressed against his and moved his body to stimulate them.
Circling her arms around Jim's neck, Suzanne pulled his head closer to her own so that she could feel more of his thrusting tongue as it darted in and out of her mouth. The fires were slowly building in her womanhood, sending little waves of pleasure to the center of her crotch. She could feel the interior organs of her body fold and expand as they prepared for the invasion of Jim's cock when he made it. Suzanne thought it was nice to take one's time for a change. Robert and her mother were always in such a hurry that she hardly had time to get ready before someone was shoving a cock or a pussy into her face to be sucked or licked. This was slower, and nicer. She was glad she had decided to let this strange man have her body. If this was making love, she liked it. She felt him. lift her and press his chest against her and moved her breasts so that they rubbed back and forth across the broad expanse of his chest. Running his hands up and down Suzanne's back and flanks Jim wondered what he should do next. He'd just do what the occasion seemed to call for, he thought and reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers so that he could get his breath.
"Nice," he mumbled in her ear.
"Mmm," was her only reply.
Kissing her on the neck, Jim started moving his head, letting his lips fall here and there on her upper body. He kissed her neck, letting his tongue make small trails across the expanse of her clear skin. Sucking her earlobes into his mouth, he flicked the delicate fleshy pads with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded by deep sighs from Suzanne.
Pulling herself closer to his body, Suzanne wound her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pulled and tugged at it. Letting his hair slide between her fingers, she let her hands pass over the muscles of his shoulders and then down his back. Holding herself close to him with her arm clamped tightly around his neck, she let the other hand stroke his side and run over the narrow indentation of his hip, and then around to cup one cheek of his ass. She squeezed and kneaded the hard flesh, and he increased the ardor of his kisses.
Dropping his head, Jim laved at the delicate pink skin that stretched across Suzanne's upper chest, and then moved his body so that he could fasten his lips to one of her full, round breasts. Jim caught the faint scent of her bath soap still clinging softly to her skin. He lapped at the valley between the firm mounds, and using his tongue as a wet plough, he started making furrows of sensation across her skin. His body throbbed and pulsed with hot energy as he let his tongue pass back and forth over her nubile tits. Looking from under hooded eyes, Jim could see that the pink points of her nipples were rising from their light brown centers. Pulling his head back, Jim lunged at one and caught it between his teeth, causing a delightful squeal to ripple from Suzanne's lips.
Almost gaily, she tossed her head from side to side and pushed more of her fresh young breast into his mouth to feel the hot rasp of his tongue as it passed back and forth over the heated tip of her nipple. Turning, Suzanne groped with her free hand until she was able to curl her fingers around the solid pole of flesh that thrust itself mightily from between Jim's strong thighs. With her well-trained fingers she measured the thickness and length of his member. She didn't find it much different than Robert's hard prick. Slowly, she pulled the loose skin of Jim's cock up and down the hard core of his staff. Her thumb brushed back and forth over the head. For some unknown reason, Suzanne wanted to suck him, to feel his hardness filling her mouth. She knew that Robert liked this very much, and she correctly assumed that nearly all men liked to have their cocks sucked. Readjusting his position to give Suzanne's hand greater freedom to stimulate him, Jim let his hands slide around her body until he was able to grip one breast in both hands; squeezing the resilient flesh, he forced the nipple upward into his mouth, his tongue working furiously on the pink-crested tip. He wondered if he should kiss her between the legs. He knew that there were many women that enjoyed this type of lovemaking but he wasn't sure whether Suzanne was one of them. He'd play it by ear – or tongue.
Wishing to indulge her own desires, Suzanne raised her. body slightly and looked down at Jim's head as he slowly and expertly sucked at her breasts. "Sit up here," she said, pulling at the hair on his head to direct him to the position on the seat that she wanted.
"What's the matter?" he asked, a worried frown creasing his forehead.
"Nothing; I want to do you."
"Oh," he said, not really knowing what she meant.
"Lean back and take a little rest," Suzanne ordered, pushing against his shoulder until he was reclining on the seat with his legs stretched out in front of him.
Sliding off the seat with a soft, sinuous catlike movement, Suzanne knelt on the carpeted floor of the compartment between Jim's outstretched legs. Running her hands up the tops of his strong thighs, she forced them further apart to give herself the room that she needed. Her soft palms caressed the round curve of his hips and passed back and forth over the tight muscles of his belly. She felt him stir under her caress, and looked up sharply, "Just relax and enjoy. I want to do it."
Jim sank back against the cushion and let himself flow with the feeling of complete sensual abandonment that flooded over his strong frame. He was amazed at her complete animal like sexuality and hedonistic attitude. She was completely uninhibited in her actions. He felt her soft breath on the head of his cock and knew that she was about to suck him. His own salivary glands began to secrete juices in anticipation of the moment when his own lips would encompass her sexual parts.
"That's better," she said and returned to her caressing of his thighs and belly. As her hands moved over the surface of his skin, she drew them toward the juncture of his thighs, and gently but firmly grasped the fleshy pole that throbbed hotly in front of her eyes. The urge to suck him into her mouth was insistently compelling and she moved to indulge herself. Cupping his wrinkled sack in one hand, Suzanne held his stiff prick upright with the other. The head was swollen, with the skin on the purplish knob stretched tight. It pulsed with the blood that was being pumped into it by his beating heart. She wanted to feel it throb hotly against the roof of her mouth, and leaned forward, her lips parting.
Her tongue flicked out and swirled around the purple head, covering it with a thin layer of. moisture. Fluttering her tongue, Suzanne tickled the very top of his cock, letting the tip of her tongue insert itself into the little slitted gash that marked the very apex of his prick. He tastes good, she thought, as she let her tongue lick down the entire length of him. Raising her head, Suzanne opened her lips wider and dropping her face toward his belly, let the head of his cock enter her mouth, his thickness stretching her lips and forcing her jaws to open wider to accommodate his penile girth.
"Oh yeah!" Jim breathed between his clenched teeth as he looked down at the descending head of the girl who was kneeling between his legs and applying her wet mouth to his prick.
Hearing his muffled encouragement, Suzanne let her compressed lips slide down the entire shaft until his cock was totally embedded in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne drew her cheeks inward, hollowing them with sucking pressure. Slowly, she lifted her head, keeping the sucking pressure even and steady on his fleshy member. As her mouth slid upward along the pole of his cock she started making small circles with her head, twirling the prick in her mouth so that the head rubbed against all the sensitive surfaces of her inner mouth. He was delicious. She never remembered getting so much pleasure out of sucking Robert's prick; somehow this was different.
Not stopping until she held only the purple tipped head of his prick between her lips, Suzanne now started to apply pressure with the flat side of her tongue, letting it move rasp-like across the tender underside surfaces of his cock just below the blood-engorged head. Starting slowly, Suzanne steadily increased the speed with which she let her tongue pass back and forth over his cock.
"That's it. Christ, suck it baby, suck it good," Jim blurted out in his sensuous delight as his hands went to her head and his fingers entwined themselves in her hair. She knew how to suck a man like no other woman he had ever met! This was it; what he was looking for, the experiences of life in all their raw and delightful projections. He could feel the life's blood of his body running hot through his entire system; his body was alive with sensuous feelings, and the blood seemed to be centering its heavy liquidity in the center of his loins. It pumped with steady pulsations into the stem of his cock at its root and then surged upward to explode against the stretched-tight tissue of his prick's head.
Pressing her tongue tightly against the flesh of his cock, Suzanne started bobbing her head up and down, forcing her lips to course over the full length of his staff in a lingual imitation of sexual congress. She felt his hips start to rise and fall in time with her head and wondered if he was about to come, to fill her mouth with his hot seed. She really didn't care whether he did or not, but she was getting an empty, itchy feeling in her cunt that would sooner or later have to be filled with his hot meat and she didn't want him to expend himself if he could not recover in time to provide her with the release that her body was starting to demand. She raised her head from his wet and throbbing cock, and looked up into his face. His head was thrown back against the cushion, his eyes closed.
"If you come in my mouth, can you still keep it hard if I keep sucking you?" she asked simply, in a low voice. The sudden cessation of pleasurable feelings on his prick and the soft sound of her voice snapped Jim Hayes' eyes wide open, and he looked down at her, releasing his entwined grip on her hair. "I think so, but can't we do it together?" he asked, reaching down and placing his hands on her shoulders and lifting her to his side.
"If you'd like that better," she said.
"Making love is a two-way proposition," he said simply as he pushed her down on the seat and stretched her out along its length.
Climbing onto the seat, he straddled her body with his knees on either side of her shoulders. Stretching out his body, Jim parted her thighs as wide as possible and dropped his head into the vee they created. As his lips meshed with the curly hair of her pubic mound, his hips moved down and he felt her fingers curl around his root and pull the head toward her face. Tingling vibrations of pleasure started to ripple across the skin of Suzanne's crotch as she felt Jim's tongue plough through the curled hair surrounding her pussy. His tongue was searching for her cunt lips, and she raised her hips to meet it, letting her thighs fall further apart to give his head all the room that he would need.
Holding his cock steady in her small hand, she lifted her head and let her mouth engulf him again, sucking at the root of his prick like it was a piece of Christmas candy cane. His hips arched downward, forcing more of his meat into her mouth. She took it gladly and lashed at it with her tongue, trying to give him the greatest amount of pleasure that she could. She felt him throb and pulse within her lingual grasp and sucked hard at the fleshy pole that was buried to the hilt between her lips. Tossing her head from side to side, she tried to apply her tongue to every possible surface of his meat. A jolt of intense feeling bolted through her body starting at her cunt and roamed with wild abandon over her tingling skin surfaces.
Finding the tightly clamped lips of her cunt, Jim inserted his tongue at the very tip of the groove of her sex and forced it to part the petals of her cunt lips as he slid it down the gap. Her hips jerked under his caress and he felt them lift and push more of her moistening cunt meat into his mouth. His tongue's stroke cleaved her from clit to anus, and in a moment of sensual inspiration he let his tongue dart into the rubbery ring of her anus and he fluttered the tip. His efforts were rewarded with a belly-contorting wriggle of her hips as she let her body surge against his.
Retreating for a moment, Jim let his tongue dip into the entrance of her cunt and felt the muscles which lined her pussy channel contract and attempt to hold his lingual extension fast in their grasp. Pulling out, Jim forced the tip upward until he encountered the small knob that marked her clit, the very center of her sexual being. It was just starting to rise from between the wrinkled folds of her cunt lips. The tip was sweet to the taste and he let his tongue play lightly over this surface. Her hips jerked again as she pushed her sex at his tongue with a brutal lunge.
Suzanne was beside herself with pleasure. She was so excited that she almost forgot and bit down hard on his prick. Instead, she caught herself and confined her activity to gently nibbling at the coronal ring of his cock as he pushed his prick in and out of her sucking mouth. Hot flashes of fire ran up and down her spine as Jim lashed at her clit with his tongue. She tried to match the intensity of his licking with the fierceness of her sucking of his cock and pulled hard at the root, hollowing her cheeks deeply inward with the effort. Hitting upon a way to give him even greater and more erotic pleasure, Suzanne pulled her head back and let his succulent cock slip from the heated confines of her mouth. Holding it against his belly and out of her way, she turned her head, and straining, raised her face until she was able to let her lips surround one of the walnut-shaped globes that hung encased in the wrinkled sack that was suspended between his thighs. She rolled the small ball around in her mouth, and then dropped it and shifted her lips to the other one. She was sucking his balls one by one, and his reaction was swift and immediate.
Almost feeling the come in his balls bubble with new heat, Jim abandoned himself to the pleasure that Suzanne was giving him with her mouth. He loosened his grip on the swollen bud of her clit and rammed forward with his head. His tongue, pointed and stiff, jabbed at the tight ring of her anus. He coated the rubbery ring with his spit until it was slick and soaked. Jabbing harder, he felt the tip insert itself in the opening of her nether hole. Jim had surprised himself because he would have never believed that he was capable of this. Her asshole spasmed and then opened slightly, allowing more of his tongue to slide into her rectal channel. Jim felt her buttocks squirming beneath him, and then felt her thighs pull back and fold tight against her shoulders so that her rear hole was completely exposed to his tongue's intrusion. Her body was writhing beneath him and she was pushing her body upward to impale herself on his thrusting tongue.
The thrill of his tongue forcing its way into her rectum took Suzanne by surprise, a happy surprise, and she folded her body to give him the freedom of movement that he needed. In her excitement, she had let his balls slip from her mouth, and now she reinserted his cock between her sucking lips and drew on it as hard as she could. Holding his balls with one hand while she sucked and licked at him, Suzanne circled his waist with her other arm, and with her fingers felt for the cleft of his ass. After finding the twin globes of his buttocks, she ran her hand down the parted crack until her fingers encountered the puckered ring of his anus. With her middle finger, she prodded at the tight clenched opening. She was experimenting and hoped he liked what she was about to do to his body.
Straining, she pushed her finger tighter against his anal ring. The tip of her finger penetrated to the first joint, and she moved it in a small circle attempting to get the tight ring to relax so that she could insert more of her finger into his anus and fill his narrowly clamped rectal channel.
Now being stimulated at two separate points, Jim was tossed by opposing forces of passion. The idea of being penetrated anally had never really appealed to him, but then he had never thought of it in this particular context. And, much to his surprise, he had never before dreamed that he would be penetrating a girl's anus with his tongue, and enjoying it thoroughly. Working his tongue in and out of her nether hole, he idly wondered what it would feel like to shove his prick into the same hole. Suzanne was obviously a sexual sophisticate, so she must have already had this experience and would be honest enough to tell him if she didn't like it.
Firmly resolved to experience everything that life had to offer, Jim relaxed his anal sphincter and reared back against her probing finger and felt the digit fill his rectal channel. As her finger buried itself in his body, he nearly came with the erotic feeling that this sent spasming through his system.
His tongue worked more furiously, trying to widen and expand his initial breach. He felt the muscles give way and allow his tongue greater freedom within the warm channel of her asshole. In and out he plunged now with his tongue, trying to give her every erotic feeling possible.
Squirming with delight, Suzanne wondered if Jim would want to put his rampaging prick into her nether hole, or whether he would be satisfied to just fuck her in the regular way. She knew that people fucked this way because her mother had told her of how Robert had taken her that way last night and what a pleasurable orgasm she had when he rammed his long cock into her asshole. The erotic thoughts that this conjured up for the young Suzanne created an empty itchy feeling deep in her cunt, and she knew that she was ready to have his cock inside her. In fact, she not only wanted it, she just had to have it. Pulling her sucking mouth away from his prick, and slowly removing her finger from his asshole, she let her head fall back to the narrow seat.
"Come inside me. Please, come inside me now," she almost pleaded in a small, little girl voice.
With a final sweeping lick of his tongue, Jim raised his head, and kissed his way up her belly, turning his body around on the seat so that his head was placed next to hers. He kissed her gently on the lips and she responded by letting her little tongue flick out teasingly. However, her body wasn't teasing when she thrust it against his hardness, rubbing and massaging the length of it with her soft belly.
Suzanne was about to explode if he didn't insert his cock into her cunt and pump away hard. She was close to coming and wanted to go over the brink before she lost it and slid off the high plateau on which she now found herself.
"Please put it in. Please fuck me," she asked plaintively.
"How do you want it?" Jim asked, knowing that he would get an honest answer.
"In my cunt. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me. After that you can do whatever you want, but please, please hurry," she blurted.
Raising his hips, Jim started to reach for his ramrod-stiff cock to guide it to her entrance, when Suzanne brushed his hand away and, gripping his prick, brought it to the tight channel of her sex, and then with an urgent lunge, jabbed her hips upward. She impaled herself on his cock. Jim sank down, his hips thrusting forward to meet hers. Their bellies splatted together with a wet sound and they retreated, only to come together again with greater force.
Her cunt muscles spasmed as they stretched to accommodate Jim's thick member. She was pumping her hips against him as hard as she could, her thighs still pulled back, her knees spread wide. Suzanne felt as if her cunt were being torn asunder when Jim first plunged into her depths. His rock-hard cock slammed against the back of her cuntal channel with every stroke, and she rose to meet him, wanting the terrible stretching sensation that he was submitting her to as he ripped in and out of her body.
Small mewing sounds of pleasure gurgled deep in her throat as she buried her lips against the hard muscles of his shoulder, her teeth biting at the thick skin. To bring her hips closer to his body, Suzanne wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them in place by crossing her ankles at the small of his back. She pulled her body up and down, letting his cock rip in and out of her cunt, its veined length bumping delightfully over the bloated knob of her extended clit.
"Oh, Christ, you feel good. So fucking good!" Jim grunted as he ground against her body and felt his cock sink into her body to the hilt.
He had been subjected to so much sensuality that he was numb, and he was fully confident that he could fuck her like this for hours. His cock felt full and warm, but wasn't throbbing urgently with the warning of approaching orgasm. He slid easily in and out of her cunt, which gripped and pulled at his staff like a tight glove. He had never had a woman like this before in his life, and he wanted to enjoy her body to the fullest while giving her all the pleasure of which he was capable.
He moved his hips from side to side as he plunged in and out of her body. At one point, he stopped when his cock was buried in the very depths of her, and started rotating his hips in the very depths of her, and started rotating his hips in a small circle so that the head of his cock pushed and expanded the end of her love tunnel. She silently urged him to continue his steady stroking in and out of her cunt by pounding on his back with her tiny heels, and thrusting her hips hard against his belly forcing him to withdraw. Jim, anxious to please her in every way, plunged on and stabbed his hot cock into her hole once more, lengthening his strokes until he was ramming in and out of her like a steam-driven piston.
Bright sparks flashed before her eyes as Suzanne started to climb that final wall before she would be in paradise. She wanted to come; she could come again almost immediately if she wished, so she wasn't worried about how Jim would feel about it. She suspected, and correctly so, that he would be pleased and gratified that she had reached the peak of sexual excitement so quickly under his thrusting body.
The heat of her blood was intensifying and her pulse pounded in her ears. Waves of undulating heat passed over her entire body from her toes to the top of her head. She was coming and she rushed along toward it. A muted cry broke from the lips she had buried against Jim's muscular shoulder. Her hands gripped his arms, her nails digging into the flesh and leaving small blue-red crescents in their wake. Her heels pounded at his back and she continued to push her hips at his.
With his hip muscles straining to maintain the rapid pace of his thrustings, Jim pumped his cock into her body. He felt the undulating waves of contracting muscles along her cunt start gripping him rhythmically as he plunged and thrust at her. He knew that she must be having an orgasm and took pride in the fact. He wasn't ready himself, but it didn't matter; he enjoyed her pleasure. His head was buried in the seat next to her neck, his lips were fastened tightly to an earlobe which he chewed and licked with his teeth and tongue. From time to time, he would let his tongue dart into the delicate shell of her ear where he would swirl it around wetly. She was the best woman he had ever had, and he was proud of the fact that he had just made her come. He worked his hips harder.
"Oh fuck me; fuck me hard," she gasped after finally releasing the grip she had maintained so strongly on his shoulder.
Suzanne was hardly aware that she had spoken. Her body was on fire, her muscles were contorting with the pleasure of her orgasm. Higher and higher she rose, her body ebbing and flowing with tingling waves of sensuousness. Small trickles of sweat rolled in glistening trails down her forehead and over her face. Wet pools settled in the hollow of her thrusting breasts and her belly was a sopping mass which splatted and slurped against Jim's as he rammed his meat into her cunt.
Her loins were a single ball of white fire, sending flames racing and raging through the rest of her body. Bright spots of color broke before her tightly shut eyelids. They rolled toward her, broke, and splashed into tiny dots that raced around her head. Greens shone like waving grass in a wide field. Reds turned orange and wavered before solidifying into a single mass and spiraling into her brain.
She knew that she was riding the crest of her orgasm and she let her body flow with it, her mind open to the flooding sensations that rushed into it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to come down, and she let her entire body relax to enjoy the afterglow of her coming. Her legs unbent, her head dropped back to the seat, and she finally became aware of the sweat on her face.
Suzanne looked at Jim, who was still ripping his cock in and out of her pussy. His strokes were fast, but regular and even. He wasn't about to come, she thought.
"Can't you come?" she asked in a whisper. "Yeah, but not right now; I want to fuck you some more."
"I'm getting a little sore. Would you like me to suck you until you come, or would you like something else?" she asked, her lips pressing themselves against his ear.
Troubled thoughts clouded Jim's happy mind. How do you ask a girl to let you fuck her in the ass? he wondered. He determined that honesty was the best policy with this strange girl.
"I'd like to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever done that before?" he asked simply.
"If you want it, I'll do it, but you'll have to go slowly."
He was lying quietly on top of her body, his prick still buried in her depths. She had said yes and now he was committed. He had never done it before, but he wasn't sure whether she had, since she really hadn't answered his question.
"Would some lubricant help?" he questioned. Rising to his elbows, Jim started to pull his stiff prick from her dripping pussy, but she restrained him.
"Take it out slow. I want to feel you."
Pulling back his hips very slowly, Jim rose until the bloated head of his cock finally fell free of the tightness of her pussy. Swinging himself off the seat, he hurried to the small bathroom and fumbled in his shaving kit until his fingers found the small jar of Vaseline he carried for cuts and burns. He walked back to her, unscrewing the top.
"Let me do you," she said.
Handing her the jar, Jim stood in front of her, his cock jutting proudly away from his body. He was confident now, and proud of his accomplishment.
Dipping her fingers into the slick mass in the jar, Suzanne brought out a glob and then put the jar on the floor next to where Jim was standing. Holding his prick with one hand, she smoothed on the gooey mess with the other, watching as the heat of his cock melted it and it glistened with a slick sheen. She rubbed the jelly along the entire length of his prick and then wiped her hand on his leg with a little giggle.
"How about you?" he asked.
"Okay, if you want. How do you want me?" This was a perplexing question since Jim had never taken a woman this way before. He quickly thought about all the dirty pictures he had ever seen and then said with conviction, "On your hands and knees."
Obediently, Suzanne rolled over and got on all fours, with her buttocks facing him, and her head against the backrest of the seat. She spread her legs wide, and then almost as an afterthought, she reached behind with her hands and pulled apart the cheeks of her ass.
As her perfectly matched twin globes split under the pressure of her prying fingers, Jim looked down and saw the tightly clenched ring of her anus. Reaching down, he picked up the jar and dug out a dollop on his middle finger. Bending forward, Jim spread the jelly over the puckered ring of her asshole.
"It's cold," she said squirming.
Pushing the ball of his finger against the ring of her anus, he forced the tip into the cavity of her rectum up to the first joint and then waited for her to get used to the invasion. He pushed his finger in and out a few times, each time going a little deeper.
"Hurt?"
"No. Feels funny."
"Ready?"
"If you are," she said and braced herself for his thickness to expand the virgin channel of her rectum. She hoped that it would be as easy as her first time with Robert when he had invaded her cunt that very first night. Her cunt was still tingling with the fucking it had just undergone, and Suzanne hoped that getting fucked in the ass was as good as getting fucked in the cunt.
Maybe this was what he meant by making love. There was a difference in the way he did it compared to Robert. Jim was gentler. She wondered if all men were different and made up her mind that she would try to find out.
Pulling out his finger, Jim stepped forward, his hand gripping the hard shaft of his prick. He pointed the blunt head of his cock at the tight ring and shuffled forward until he could place it at the entrance to her rectum. He noticed that she was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart with her hands, the top of her head resting on the backrest of the seat.
Taking his time and moving slowly, Jim pushed the bloated head of his prick against the dark ring and then leaned forward, applying pressure along the shaft of his cock. Nothing happened, and he started to worry that it wouldn't work, He pressed forward a little harder, feeling the tight resistance against the head of his cock. He looked down the crack of her ass at the stiff pole of his prick. It bent a little under the steady pressure he was applying with the forward thrust of his hips and Jim saw the tender tissue of her anus bend inward. He pushed a little harder, and the head of his cock started to disappear into her rectal channel.
“Oh!”
"Does it hurt? Should I take it out?" Jim asked, frozen stiff in his position by her outcry.
"No. Keep going, but just give me a little time to get used to it. It feels so big and I'm all stretched out." Actually, Suzanne felt as if he were trying to push a telephone pole up her ass. She felt the tissues of her asshole stretch wide as he attempted to get his ramrod stiff prick lodged in her rectum.
After waiting for a moment, Jim started to move forward once more, and he watched in fascination as the shaft of his cock followed the purple head in disappearing into her nether hole. When he was halfway into her asshole, he stopped. "Okay?"
"Yeah, but go slow, please. I'll get used to it."
That she had never done this before now became clear to Jim, and he had a compulsion to remove his prick from her rectal channel.
"It makes me feel all tingly and warm inside,". she said suddenly.
Before Jim could respond, he felt her starting to push back against the thick member that was embedded in her rear. She was trying to get it inside all by herself. Putting both hands on her hips, Jim renewed the pressure and watched his cock disappear into her asshole.
A strange, warm, filled sensation was passing up and down the stretched tissue of her rectum. Suzanne wanted to have her entire channel filled with his meat. The warmth was spread to her cunt, which spasmed and tingled in sympathy with the feelings that were running the length of her asshole. Gritting her teeth, Suzanne spread the cheeks of her ass a little wider with her fingers and pushed back a little harder, meeting his forward thrust. He was sliding in easier now and the feelings that were churning her insides were becoming more intense.
Sliding his hands up her body, Jim reached under her torso and let his fingers curl around the hanging globes of her breasts. He was almost buried to the hilt in her asshole and he had never before in his life experienced anything as erotic as this. Her rectal muscles gripped him tighter than any cunt he had ever invaded. His belly finally bumped softly against the stretched cheeks of her ass. He stopped and waited until she could become accustomed to the feeling of his width in her rectum.
Breathing heavily, Suzanne was ready to have him take her and bring her to the delightful brink of orgasm once more. His meat filled her rectum and she was surprised, but she liked it. She felt filled for the first time in her young life, and the sensations were being transmitted to her cunt as well. Her whole body was being used and she loved it. Jim was squeezing and kneading her breasts, his fingers plucking at the tender tips of her nipples. She wanted him to fuck her ass and she didn't want to wait.
"Oh, Christ! It's good, really good. Fuck me, Jim, fuck me slow and good," she urged and started to pull her body away from his.
With his prick alive with sensations, Jim pulled his stiff rod out of her until it was only buried halfway in her nether hole and then started forward with a sure even stroke. He knew that he wouldn't be able to last long with all the pleasure her asshole was giving him, and he worked his cock faster and faster and he tried to hold his emotions in check for as long as possible.
Suzanne was moving her body in time with his, rising higher and higher with each successive stroke of his cock toward the level that she knew would give her another orgasm. She hurried toward it, making her body work back and forth along the long shaft of his cock.
Dropping one of her tits from his grasp, Jim let his hand slide down her body until he could push his fingers into the crack of her cunt. He felt, and then found the small swollen bud of her clit and rubbed it vigorously. The come was boiling out of his balls and racing toward the slit at the end of his cock. He was going to come any second and he lunged forward harder, burying himself in the tight-fitting confines of her asshole.
As Jim's finger found her clit, Suzanne went wild and started lunging her body back faster and faster as he plunged forward. She was filled, stretched to the point of being torn in two, but she loved it and wanted it to go on forever. The sparks blazed before her eyes, and she went into her final rise before peaking. It happened in a rush. She was coming; harder and longer than had ever happened before. She bit her lower lip with the pleasure of it and rotated her hips to feel him deep in the center of her bowels. He was plunging so deep that she thought that he would shove it right through to her stomach. Heat and color again blended before her eyes, and she didn't care if he did shove right through her stomach and into her throat.
With a gagging choked-off sound, Jim grunted out his orgasm. The juices that had traveled through the long tubes of his body now hurtled down the shaft of his cock and spurted in great gushing squirts into her bowels. "Oh shit, baby, it's good. I'm coming!"
Suzanne could feel the hot spurting jets of semen as they splashed deep in her rectum and they only increased her own orgiastic delight.
"Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me good! I'm coming too," she practically yelled back at him as he buried himself against her, his body lunging forward over her back, his hands kneading her breast and clit. She could feel the throbbing of his prick in her very center and spasmed with him. She had never felt an orgasm this way before. It was the same, but different. She loved it and wanted more.
With a final shoving, plunging lunge, they collapsed together. Their bodies, completely satiated, rolled to the side, still joined together penis to rectum. They rested, Suzanne gently squeezing his receding length with her rectal muscles, and Jim still playing lovingly with her clit and breast. They drifted on a cloud toward the light slumber that only orgasm can bring. They were happy, complete, and exhausted.
They were hurried on their way toward sleep by the steady click, clack of the steel rails as the train rolled onward down the tracks. At the end of the fast-approaching night it would reach the small hill town of San Mateo and give up its load of passengers on the brick paving stones of the station platform.
With his lips nestled in her hair, Jim muttered on the edge of sleep, "What are you going to do in San Mateo?"
"Enroll in school probably."
"I thought you were going to take classes at the institute."
"In high school, silly; I'm only fourteen."
"Oh, Christ!"