Louise pushed back against the insistent hand of her husband. He was urging her face down across his belly toward the rock-hard shaft of his cock. Her mind and her body rebelled against the demand he was making. It wasn't the first time that he had tried to coax her to perform the repulsive act.
"No, Martin!" she hissed. Her hand caught his wrist and pulled his hand away from, the back of her head.
He groaned disappointedly and let his hand drop to his side. Louise almost sighed. She lay rigid at his side for several minutes, both silent. Finally, she let her slim fingers creep across his hairy belly and circled the base of his still rigid shaft. Her fingers stroked the pulsing shaft, slowly, gently.
Martin remained still and quiet as her hand stirred him to the heat of lust. He was reluctant to surrender but her fingers were doing their work.
"Ooooo!" she cooed. "It's so hot! I want it inside me, sooo bad!"
Her whispered words and the urging of her hand dissolved the last of his reluctance. He rolled toward her, his hand falling between her firm thighs, his fingers combing through the soft bush of curly hair. He probed between the fleshy lips and found her slit hot and wet. Her legs parted as she rolled onto her back. His fingers plunged into the slushy tunnel of her cunt, his palm pressing against the top of the crevice. Her hips began to work slowly.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, her hand tugging feverishly at his cock.
Martin wasn't giving in that easy, despite his passion and desire. His probing finger slid from her cunt and sliced up between the slippery lips, finding the hard little knob of her clit. He stroked and teased it for a moment or two, enjoying the effect that it had on her.
Louise felt the strum of his finger on her love button and waves of heat shot through her. Her hips lifted and her legs opened wider. She panted through her parted lips, her tongue flicking across her dry mouth. Her last thread of inhibition seemed to melt away. Her body screamed for the blunt end of his cock pressing against the entrance of her cunt.
"Oh, please! Do it!" she rasped, her fingernails raking his skin as she pulled at his body.
Through the haze of her passion, Louise could tell that he was on the brink of losing control. She urged and begged, jerking each time his finger flicked across her clit. She felt as if there was a searing fire boiling in her insides. Her ass bounced and her legs flexed.
"Please! Martin, please!"
He trembled and rolled his body onto hers. Her full firm thighs opened as he slid between them. Louise shivered as she felt his muscular thighs pressing against the tender skin of her inner thighs and the hot knob of his cock bumping against the lips of her pussy. Her hips rose and she clawed at his back. She felt his hand dip between them and guide the head of his cock into the mushy hole of her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed as she felt the blunt end of his cock part the fleshy lips and push into the entrance of her pulsing cunt.
His hips paused and then dropped, driving his cock into her. She jerked and locked her legs behind his thighs. She pulled and clutched at his shoulders. She gritted her teeth and strained up against him until she felt his balls bump against her upturned ass. She shivered and let her mind slip away and her body take over.
Her ass lifted and fell with each slow thrust of his cock, trying to get it just a little deeper inside. Her whole body seemed to hunger for the flood of warmth that he would soon spurt into her. She urged and thrashed, feeling her own pleasure building and nearing release.
"Ooooo, sooo good!" she whined against his shoulder.
"What is?" he asked.
His question sank in slowly. Her mind wrestled to try to cope with the question. Her body was too much in control for it to succeed.
"What's good?" he repeated.
"Oh, your… thing," she squeaked.
His hips stopped suddenly and held just the bulbous head of his cock inside her cunt. He stared down at her, a strange look in his eyes. Through the slits of her eyes she looked up at him and tried to understand what he was trying to do.
"Don't stop!" she whimpered.
"Then say it!" His voice was harsh and demanding.
She tried to scoot up and pull his cock back inside her but he held her off. She moaned and soft desperation surge up inside her.
"Say what?" she rasped.
"What feels so good?"
"Y… your cock," her words came, almost inaudible.
"What? I didn't hear you," he tormented.
"Your cock!" she replied, louder. The word came out only after she had forced it to. Her mind was still fighting to reach the surface and take control of her being. Her lust had reached the point of no return. Deep down, she felt a strange thrill as she used the word. She had always tried to keep her mind and language clean. Now, he had forced her to say it and she knew that she had felt an unexplainable pleasure.
"Your pussy feels fantastic," he whispered into her ear as he eased his cock back to the hilt in her wet, spasming hole.
"Quick, do it! Push your… cock into it!" she rasped. Her passion was reaching the peak. She could feel the tension in her belly like a taut wire.
"Good fucking!" he muttered through gritted teeth as he plunged in and out of her.
"Oh! Oh! Oooo, yeeessssss!" she whined. Her body strained up into an arch and her muscles stiffened. The dam broke and the tension snapped. Pleasure exploded like a bomb in her belly and flashed through her body.
Her cunt squeezed and milked at his thrusting cock as she climaxed. Martin moaned into her neck and shivered. His body stiffened and Louise felt the surge of heat as his balls emptied into her. She shuddered and came again.
"Oh, fill it full, baby!" she gurgled as his cock convulsed inside her, splashing his hot thick cum into the spasming tunnel of her cunt.
Long seconds dragged as they hovered bodies rigid, pleasure washing through them. Slowly, Louise eased back to the bed and he followed her, his panting breath, hot on her neck. He rolled slowly from her body, his cock sliding from her cunt, leaving it oozing the slippery juices of their love making.
Louise sighed and cuddled to his hard body, her thighs squeezing the lips of her pussy, trying to close in his cum.
Kathy shivered as she lay in her bed, on the other side of the wall from her parent's bed. She had lain quietly, almost afraid to move listening to their love making. Her thirteen-year-old body was feverish and tingling from her eavesdropping. Her young mind had tried to comprehend what the sounds and voices had represented, without too much success.
She knew the basic facts of life and that sex was a pleasurable thing, confined to marriage. But the pest few months as she had matured and the girls her age at school had matured, she had been exposed to some new and different viewpoints on the subject.
She thought of the book that Sharon, her friend, had brought to school one day. She had found it in her parents' bedroom and slipped it out with her. The two of them had sneaked quick peeks at it during school and then had hidden in the garage at Kathy's house and studied the text and the pictures carefully.
As Kathy had listened to the muffled sounds of her parents making love, she had recalled several of the pictures and tried to picture her mother and father in the various positions and acts. The effort had been partially successful. But it had left her feeling strange. Her young body was hot as if she had a fever and she itched down between her legs. She had kicked the sheet off and pulled up her cotton gown to try to cool off. The crotch of her panties felt hot and sticky.
Timidly, her small hand slid across her flat tummy and over the soft cloth of the undergarment. She hesitated for a moment, remembering her mother's admonition to not touch herself there. Curiosity got the better of her and she let her finger touch the band of cloth between her thighs. It was hot and damp. The touch of her finger on the firm fleshy lips, sent a strange sensation of pleasure through her small body. She almost flinched with the feeling.
She thought of the book and the pictures and of her father. The men in the pictures had such large things. She wondered if her father's stood up like theirs and if it was as big. She remembered a picture of a woman with a man's thing in her mouth and wondered if her mother did that to her father. She wondered how it felt and how it tasted.
Suddenly, she realized that her finger was rubbing back and forth over her crotch and she was feeling a hotter, more pleasurable sensation. She paused to savor the feeling. Her legs were open slightly and she pushed her finger deeper into the cleft, a tingle running through her young body.
Her mind returned to the memory of the pictures and comparing her father to the men in them. She felt a special tremor each time she thought of him. She wondered what his thing looked like and how big it was. She searched her mind, trying to remember what the book had called them. Cocks! It came to her suddenly. That's what she had heard her mother say through the wall.
Her panties were in the way, she decided. Her hand slipped under the waistband and touched the damp lips of her pussy. A soft sigh escaped her throat as her finger probed between the lips and found the little button. It felt so good when she touched that little button.
Kathy didn't know what was happening but she knew that she liked it. Her whole body seemed to glow and the shivers of pleasure that ran through her felt delicious. She felt something building up deep inside her. Like a tension or something. The tighter it got, the faster she rubbed hi her little hairless slit. Her finger was making soft wet noises.
Her mouth was open and she panted like she had just run up a hill. Her mind was a hazy blur of pictures. She imagined her father, naked, his cock standing out and her fingers touching it, caressing it.
Her small body jerked and she felt the tension snap. She gritted her teeth and clamped her eyes shut. Intense waves of pleasure shook her small body. She almost cried out, it felt so good.
For several seconds, she hung in the hot clutch of pleasure that shook her body. Slowly, she settled down. Her finger slid from her crotch, wet with a warm slippery dew. She lay quietly, regaining her breath.
For a moment, she felt shame. She had done something naughty. Something that her mother had warned her against, as being the work of the Devil. She was almost afraid. Then she thought for a moment and decided that something that felt that good, couldn't be all that bad. She knew that she would do it again.
As she drifted off to sleep, her mind questioned again her father's cock and whether he and her mother did the thing that the people in the book had done.
Louise wrapped her robe around her and crossed the hall to the bedroom from the bathroom. As she turned the knob on the door, she paused. She had glanced into Kathy's bedroom. The girl lay on the bed, her gown pulled up above her waist, exposing her young body. She stepped into the room and looked down at the girl. Her hands lay at her sides. Louise sniffed. She smelled the faint odor of pussy. At first she thought she might not have cleaned herself thoroughly. Stepping closer to the bed, the odor was stronger.
In the dim light, she could see the crotch of Kathy's panties clinging to the lips of her young pussy. Louise cocked her head to one side, puzzled. The soft material between the girls thighs looked damp. She paused and then reached out. Her fingers touched the crotch of the girl's panties and found that they were damp. Louise pulled her hand away quickly and stood for a moment, wrestling with the obvious.
The woman pulled the girl's gown back down over her body and turned to the door. She stopped just inside it and looked back at the girl's sleeping body. Biting her lips with consternation, she turned and entered the door of her own bedroom.
Martin lay on his back still naked. His limp cock still looked damp from their love making. She looked away quickly and crossed to her closet.
Slipping out of her robe, she hurriedly pulled her gown over her head and pulled on a clean pair of panties. Turning, she crawled into bed.
"Martin," she said softly.
"Mmm," he replied.
"Don't you think you should get your pajamas on."
"Why?" He turned to look at her.
"Well, what if one of the girls wandered in," she replied.
"Okay." His voice was tired and quiet.
He rolled off the bed and pulled on his pajamas. Louise watched from the corner of her eye. What she had seen in Kathy's room was gnawing at her.
"Martin," she said.
"Huh."
"Kathy's growing up." She didn't know how to broach the subject.
"Yes, I know." His voice told her that he didn't know either.
"She's becoming a woman. It won't be long before she will be thinking about boys and then after that, in a couple of years, she will be dating."
He had turned to look at her, his eyes searching her face for a hint at what was bothering her. She felt his eyes searching her expression and turned to face him.
"We've tried to teach her right from wrong and you have explained the facts of life to her and all. So what's bothering you?"
"I don't know. I just wish I knew how things were going to turn out. What kind of a girl she was going to be and all," she replied. Her voice was almost as far away as her thoughts.
"She'll be fine. Don't worry about her," he assured her.
"I hope so." Louise's thoughts were drifting back to her own adolescence and her dates.
She had lost her cherry when she was fifteen. In a weak moment she had drank a couple of beers with her cousin and she had succumbed to his demands. It had hurt and she went for months thinking that sex was just pain, until Ted had come along. He was a college freshman and she had fallen head over heels in love with him. On the second date with him, he had worked her to a fever pitch and then before she knew it, she was naked. His mouth touched every inch of her body, leaving a wet trail.
His tongue and lips had dwelled on her pussy, driving her to a frenzy. She had begged him to put it in her. Slowly, gently, he had complied with her wishes. She had never felt such sensations as his cock stirred in her and when his come had flooded her cunt, she had climaxed for the first time in her life and from that minute on; she was his to command.
It went on for two months and then he didn't come one weekend. No word, no call, nothing. When she finally swallowed her pride and called his dorm, she was told that he was out. She called three times, leaving the same message and getting the same run around. She gave up finally.
It took a long time for her to recover. She had long since pulled herself back together and was a freshman herself when she met Martin. He was a ministry student and dedicated to his aspiration. He hadn't even tried to seduce her. She had made up her mind that no male would get in her pants again until she had a marriage license and had used it.
She succeeded. Martin hadn't made any effort until their wedding night.
Martin's weight settling on the bed brought her thoughts back to the present. He kissed her lightly and turned over. Louise lay for nearly an hour mulling over in her mind the situation of her daughter. As she considered Kathy, she thought of Beth, her eleven-year-old, also. She was trying to forecast their futures when she drifted off to sleep.