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CHAPTER TWO

Life was pretty hectic for a few days after Paul's departure. Mom was overly irritable, and aside from a question or two about "did the son of a bitch ever touch you, or ask you to do anything naughty with him?" which I answered with wide-eyed innocent lies, she mostly just sulked and drank. After about a week of that, she met a fellow at Jimmy's Bar and brought him home with her for the weekend. I could tell by his raised eyebrows and whistled exclamation of approval when he entered the house that he had never been inside one as nice, although God knows it was just another frame three bedroom, lower middle-class average.

But the bum she picked up was apparently more used to rescue missions and flophouses, and Paul's words stuck in my mind. Mom was a loser! A born loser, and she drew other born losers as birds of a feather flock together. I determined then and there that I wouldn't be a loser all my life, and end up as Mom had done – picking up winos and bums just to get a man who would say "I love you" for a few drinks, meals, and pieces of ass. But who could I turn to, look up to, for advice, for help, for guidance? My dreams were shattered, my hero gone, my lover lost for all time. Boy, did I hit a new low in my emotional life!

The only redeeming feature from my experiences with Paul was a new-found awareness of myself, my body, and love. I was, and as torn apart by the resultant climax to my first torrid love affair, I could appreciate and enjoy and reminisce about the thrilling ecstasies that had been unfolded for my view, the new widened horizons that afforded a delightful vista of what life and love could be.

I immersed myself in my schoolwork, and my grades improved noticeably. Even with the morose thoughts that still filled my head when I remembered Paul's phony love and his final epithets, I could still feel the flashing warmth of his touches, his kisses and his caresses. I even awoke a few times at night from dreaming of the intensely hot penetration of his huge cock up, up, up inside me, filling me, almost teasing me, but satiating my sensuous heart and train with his enormous masculine invasion.

At times like that, all I could do was masturbate, and I became very adept at it, beginning with clitoral stimulation, then, as my excitement plateau was reached, the insertion, at first, of a finger or two, then later on the ramming and cramming in of everything from carrots and cucumbers that I'd stolen from the refrigerator to a three-cell flashlight that I damn near fell in love with, its fluted rim was so thrillingly satisfying. This served to sate my body's lust, but my emotional starvation and mental deprivation of love could not be stemmed by just physical completion. I became more and more withdrawn into myself, introverted is the word, I guess I'd cotton to them easily, and having made it with a man, it was hard to let a boy slobber and paw over me, so I struggled along, doing without.

Then came the Easter play. My grades had shot up so much that I had come to the attention of all my teachers, and my introversion was so definitely inset that my courtesy and behavior were in marked contrast to most of the rowdy kids in my class. So I was asked to play the lead in the Easter drama. I said "Yes" mostly because I couldn't think of a good reason to say "No", and Charlene DuBois and I were called in to the principal's office one afternoon to be introduced to Larry Purcell, who would direct the play presentation.

Larry, or Mr. Purcell as it started out, was about five feet ten, medium build, about thirty years old, and handsome as hell. He had been hired just that year as the dramatics coach at City College, a two-year junior college across town. I only knew a few of the high school teachers by sight, and none of the college profs, so it was our first meeting. I swear, the second I laid eyes on him, I thought he was perfect. His smile, so wide and white, and the soft way he shook my hand and treated me as an adult, and the polite way he acted toward me and Charlene – well, he made us feel like grown-up ladies. I know, because the next day Charlene told me frankly that she was in love with him.

Charlene had been selected to be the student coordinator, meaning that she was in charge of the costumes, props, sets, and so forth, under the supervision of a teacher, of course. Mr. Purcell went over a long list of things with Charlene, and then dismissed her and turned to me.

"Sorry to have made you wait so long, Sheri. I generally talk to the lead first, get that out of the way, and then I can spend a long time with the prop and set business."

"Hey! That's wonderful," he exclaimed, and I didn't have any idea of what he meant until later. And then it was too late. "Have you done any acting before?" Again I shook my head, and he went right on. "Well, that's all right. I'm sure your teachers knew you could handle it all right, or they wouldn't have selected you for the lead. And you look perfect to me. In every way. You understand, we may have to be here at school lots of evenings getting your part down letter perfect – will your folks have any objections to that? And can you keep your schoolwork up that way?"

I explained that only my Mom was at home, and she didn't much care where I was, or what I was doing, nor who I was with. As far as my grades went, they'd be no problem.

As we got ready to leave, after a half-hour of discussion of the general trend of the pageant, he helped me on with my coat, and I felt his strong arm encircle my shoulder and pull me close.

"We're going to get along wonderfully, Sheri, dear, I just know it. Right, honey?"

"Yes, sir," was all I could say.

"And don't call me 'sir'," he laughed. "You make me feel too old. Tell you what, honey – when others are around, I'll be Mr. Purcell, but when we're alone, I want you to call me Larry. O.K.?" And then that flashing smile melted my knees.

"Oooooh, yes. Larry." I tried it on for size. Both his hands caught my shoulders.

"This is to seal it, love," he said softly, and pulled me to him. As his head bent down over me, I closed my eyes and felt the soft heat of his lips on my mouth. I opened my lips and teeth, and his wet, hot tongue darted in and met mine. "Jesus, Sheri, where'd you learn to kiss like that?" he asked, still crushing my breasts against his heaving chest.

With the cocky confidence of trusting love, I laughed up at him and said, teasingly, "I'll never tell."

"Fair enough," he replied. "I don't like a girl that'll kiss and tell."

"Oh, I won't tell on us, either, Larry. I promise."

"Good, Sheri. I can see we're going to get along just wonderfully. I like you an awful lot, little angel, or I wouldn't have done what we just did. I like girls, and you're the sweetest by far that I've ever met. Keep that under your hat, but remember it."

We parted smiling at the front of the school, and I walked on cloud nine all the way home, eager for the next – the first official – play practice.

Mom just shrugged when I told her that I had the lead in the play and would be practicing and rehearsing every night for the next several weeks. I knew that she was glad to have me out of the house and not underfoot, and as long as it was a school function, she figured she'd know where I was. In a sense, she took the same care of me that a person gives a cat – feed it, shelter it, comply with the humane laws, and let it do what it wants. I had come to expect nothing more from her.

Mr. Purcell had scheduled play practice from six-thirty until nine, Monday through Friday, so the next evening after supper I went to the school at six-thirty sharp and went directly to the auditorium, where the lights were already on. Larry was there alone, and greeted me with a big smile. He told me to toss my coat on a seat in the front row, and we went up on the stage. It was my first time ever up on a stage, and the vastness of the big auditorium was awesome. I was worried if I'd ever be able to make the people in the back of the room hear and understand me. Stage fright, I guess.

Larry took my arm and led me across the stage to the side and we went between the curtain and the set that was propped there. Just as I was about to ask him where we were going, he stopped and turned me around and pulled me up close to him and hugged me tightly. I lifted my face toward his, closed my eyes, and he kissed me, gently at first, then more and more passionately and deeply and hotly. My arms went around his neck and my tongue darted and probed into his lust-filled mouth, our tongues battling and intertwining. I could feel my body melting in his embrace, and the thought of his warm love filled my mind and increased my desire for him.

"Whew!" he exclaimed as we broke away to get our breath. "Damn, you sure know how to kiss, Sheri!"

I smiled at the compliment and snuggled close once again, pushing and straining to get my hard breasts pressed tightly against his muscular chest.

"You're only the second man I've ever kissed," I told him truthfully. "And I like it. A lot," I added shyly.

"Boy, the first one sure must have been a good teacher," Larry said. "Did he teach you anything else?"

"He might have." I felt silly after I said it, because a girl shouldn't play coy, but ought to be honest with a man she loves.

"Are you a virgin, Sheri? C'mon, level with me, honey." His hand raised my chin up so I had to face him squarely.

"No, Larry. I was till a couple of months ago, and then, well… then."

"Now don't be embarrassed, love. I didn't really mean to pry. It's just that… well, you and I both know where all this is leading, don't we? I think I love you, little one – it just hit me right off the bat. Boom! Just like that. And you're so sweet and adorable. And you sure as hell look and act an awful lot more mature than most of my college students. You aren't giggly and flighty like they all seem to be."

"Thank you. I think I love you, too, Larry," I said softly. "You're so handsome and, well, everything. I'm not real good with words like you are, but I'll show you how much I love you. And yes," I continued, "I think I know what we both want to do. Make love. Right?"

"Right, little angel. You and I are the only ones in the whole school building tonight. The janitors left just before you got here, and I told them I'd lock up when I left. And I am not going to have the full cast start practicing for another week yet. Tonight is just for us. Do you mind?"

I smiled up at him, happy to know that he loved and wanted me just as I did him, we would belong to each other solely for at least a week. The thought of it warmed me, and I stretched up and kissed him again. That was the best sort of answer for his question, I thought.

I loved the gentle way his hands cupped my asscheeks as we pressed and probed with our tongues, and the grinding pressure of his body on my breasts and tummy made me almost swoon with the heated desire to share my love with him, to have him get inside me and express his love for me in the fullest and richest and most exciting and complete way. I had to have his love.

Larry led me to a corner backstage where the furniture props were stored, and we sat on a huge sofa there. As he slowly unbuttoned my blouse and unhooked my bra, I could feel my nipples stiffening at the arousing thoughts that went all through my mind.

Then Larry was kneeling before me, his hands cupping the undersides of my tits and bouncing them lightly. As I watched, happy in the warm touch, his mouth encircled one of my nipples, and an electric charge shot through me as his hot wet tongue laved it. His grip became firmer and more masterful as his tongue fluttered rapidly across the pink tip, and waves of heat filled my belly and I pulled his head tighter and harder against my quivering tit as I tried to cram more and more of it into his hungry mouth.

He had to lean back and come up for air soon, and as he sat back on his haunches, gasping and smiling, he said softly, "I'm going to eat you up, Sheri. You know that, don't you? All of you. Oh, God, baby, you are so sweet. So Goddam luscious. Mmmmmmm, I'll never get enough of you, darling. Here, let me help you off with those clothes."

I stood up and unzipped my skirt, and Larry slid it down over my thighs. Then he hooked his fingers in my panties and peeled them off rapidly. As I stood there in front of where he knelt, I wasn't ashamed of my nudity.

He knelt there with his hands on my thighs and gazed at me up and down for a full minute, then pulled me close and buried his face in my muff, moaning and crooning. I put my hands on the back of his head and clung fiercely to him, the heat of his breath and the warm thrill of his touch making me all soft and liquid inside. I could feel a few drops of juice trickling down the crack of my pussy and knew that I loved Larry and wanted and needed his love. Right now.

Larry pushed me back onto the edge of the sofa and stood up and shed his clothes rapidly. He had a beautiful trim body, slim waisted and tall, not very much hair on his chest and legs, and although his cock wasn't quite as big as Paul's had been, I couldn't see very much difference. I sure didn't need one bigger, that was for sure!

His erection stood out in front of him like a warrior's lance as he came to me on the sofa. He knelt down again in front of me, grabbed my hips and slid me forward until I just barely perched on the front edge of the sofa cushion. A gentle push reclined me, and I felt him lift my knees high up and far apart. I clasped my hands behind my knees and pulled them all the way against my chest, mashing my breasts into jiggly blobs. I could look down the length of my body and see his happy smile as he nestled his face into my bush.

At first I wasn't certain whether he was touching my cunt lips or whether I was dreaming he did, he was so soft and gentle. Then I felt a slightly firmer pressure from his tongue as it raced up and down my hairline crack, and I could feel my fluids seeping out and knew that he was lapping them up and craving more. Then his fingers tenderly spread apart my lips and his hot stiff tongue darted inside to the eagerly receptive lining that begged for his loving oral caresses. I couldn't keep from rocking my hips up and down, backward and forward, in time to his penetrating tongue, and then I felt his mouth settle hotly on my pussy and his tongue sought and found and flayed my clit. The screaming waves of ecstasy that surged through me at his whipping, stinging tongue bath soon got me to a peak, and I let the waves of love ride over me as I came – a blinding, searing thrill of ecstasy from which I was unable to keep silent.

"Aaaaarrrjrrggghh!! Oh Larry oh God yes yes yeeessss! So good so Goddam good oh eat me up darling eat me oh yes more more moooorrrre!! Don't stop don't ever stop oh God I'm commmmmniing oh God there it is again oooooohhhh!!!" and I released my hold on my knees and slumped, exhausted and faint with the pain-pleasure of the exquisite thrill. I could feel my body writhing and turning under Larry's hands, almost of its own volition, for I had no control of myself, my mind, my body, nothing. I was saturated with love and ecstasy and the sensuousness of the moment.

Larry stood up, wiping his cum-flecked lips and grinning broadly. "Goddam! You do me good! Jesus! You get so hot it makes me hotter than ever. Oooooh, lover, it's wonderful, the way you're so responsive. And quick. I'll bet I could make you come twenty times in a row, in about five minutes. We'll have to try to set some sort of record one of these nights. But right now, while you're still hot and juicy and ready, I've got to fuck you. I can't wait any longer!"

And with that flat statement, he knelt directly before me, and I could gaze along my belly and see the slow, inexorable advance of his cockhead as he neared my palpitating cunt lips that so begged for its invasion. His right hand held the shaft of his tool as he deftly separated my slimy pussy lips to facilitate its entrance. I felt the searing heat of his cock as the huge purple flared head touched the enhance of my cunt, and it was all I could do to remain silent and still as the thrill of this new lover rose higher and hotter in my body, my brain.

Then the smooth warmth of his filling cock penetrated into the snug red lining of my cunt, and my lust and desire rose in direct proportion to the length of the steaming cock that he slid up into my waiting, eager snatch.

As my muscles yielded protestingly but happily at the monstrous invasion, nature took a hand, and I could feel the seepage of my cunt juices as the natural flow of my fluids enveloped his cock and lubricated our union even more thoroughly than ever before. The snug gripping of my tight cunt walls along his stiff, throbbing rod gave me a filling sensation of ecstasy that craved more and more of the same. I tried to relax to let him enter further and quicker, but an overwhelming reflex of possession made my crotch tighten a bit firmer, and the frictional reply of my cunt to his masculine assault communicated itself to his fevered desire, and I felt a tightening of his arm and body muscles as the increase in lust and eagerness in his brain took over from the gentle approach with which he first began.

Larry lunged, and I felt as if my legs were being torn apart and I thought for a moment that he had split me in two, and then, when the rigid end of his cock bumped fiercely against the rubbery mouth of my little womb, I knew that he had it all in, and it felt so good, so filling, so fulfilling, so rapturous, that I knew I was in heaven, and never wanted it to end. I could keep still no longer.

"Ooooooohhhh, Larry, my love, that's so good, so wonderful, oh yes do it to me darling yes yes yes like that – out to the tip so slow and back in so hard and fierce and fast and out and in and again Larry oh Larry I love you Daddy do it to me cram it in me all of it I have to have all of it all of you oh God oh God it's good keep it up I'm coming Larry Jesus Christ ram it in me up in me jam it and ram it and cram it up in me darling I love it I love you! Wait Larry wait keep it right there don't move oh don't stop keep pumping I'm commmmmmmmminnnggh! Oh God give me all of it Larry darling fuck me lover fuck me to death oh God stuff me full of cock Larry I've got to have it more darling mmoooooore! Never quit more cock my lover forever ooooooooooohhhhhhh gooooodd-d-d…" and I nearly passed out from the ecstasy that blinded and thrilled me so completely.

Just as my voice failed me, and I lay inert, gasping for breath and rocking with the waves of lust that surged through my entire soul and body, I felt the hot steamy surge of his jetting cock as he rammed it tight up against my womb mouth and poured forth his creamy seed inside my raw wet cunt. He so filled my passage with his pulsing cock that I felt his sperm running out past the shaft, matting my sparse cunt hairs and running down the crack of my ass, and drenching my thighs.

Larry had lunged forward to impale me at the moment of his ejaculation, and I put my arms around his muscular back and felt the small spasmodic jerks of his hips against mine as he twitched with each throbbing pulse of cum that jetted from his magnificent cock up inside the heated sheath of my cunt. I truly felt as one with him, and hoped that this moment of love and lust would never end.

"Oh, Larry, that's so wonderful, feeling you up inside me and having you drown me with your scorching steamy love," I told him, and gently rubbed his shoulders and pulled him lots tighter and closer as he slumped along my body and gasped with the exertion and draining enervation we had gone through.

"Wheeeeew!" He smiled at me. "That was the most perfect, the most total come I've ever had! Goddam, Sheri, you have the sweetest and tightest cunt I've ever been in. You're ideal, my darling, my little angel. Just let me rest a second and I'll be O.K. Jee-suss! You drained my balls like they've never been drained. Generally, I've got good control – I can fuck for an hour or more and hold off coming, but shit! You took it away from me that time, baby. I couldn't stop myself, it was so snug and hot and wonderful. That's O.K., though, the next one will just last that much longer." He laughed. "That is, if I ever get my strength back. Kee-rist! You pulled my balls and brains and heart right out the end of my cock, I swear you did. Oooooooh, I love you, Sheri, I love what you do to me, I love your response – hell, I thought you were gonna pass out, you came so violently. And that response of yours just drove me over the brink, honest it did. I couldn't have held off another second if my life depended on it."

He reared his head back and fastened his mouth yawningly over one of my blood-engorged pink nipples, and as his hand crept up to cuddle and fondle and jiggle my tit, I could feel the soft waves of after-come surging gently up into my sopping hot cunt, and even though his cock had shrunk to half its erect size after spitting me full of love, my cunt had matched its contractions, and I felt as if my very heart were wrapped around its soft-firm length where it still lay grippingly surrounded by my velvet cunt lining.

Full of devilment, I forced my inside muscles to grab and relax, concentrating on this wringing-out motion until I could gradually feel his meat hardening again, pushing against my straining pussy walls and throbbing with the new engorgement.

Larry pushed away from me, keeping his cock inside me all the time, until he was once again kneeling on the floor before the sofa, where I was sprawled on the edge, my slippery pubic hairs matted and twined with his as he was resting there before me. My eyes brimmed with tears at the memory of the excitement he had caused me, the satisfaction he had given me, the tender warmth with which he had filled me. I was in love. He owned me, all of me, always, all ways. I'd be his love slave, forever.

"Now, slowly, Sheri, sit up and throw your leg over me and, whoops, just about lost it – take it easy honey – yeah, that's it," he said as I turned and was lying half on my side. "Mmmm-hmmm, that's right, clear on over," he said softly, and helped me to turn over on the sofa till my upper body was on the divan and I was kneeling before him, my hard little asscheeks facing him.

I could feel the new touching sensation of this different angle as he prepared to fuck me dog-style, from the rear, and the variety of the feel of it, as new areas were massaged by his slow, long strokes – well, it felt wonderful, let me tell you. This way, I could feel the hot huge head of his massive cock stroke velvetly and hotly along the upper canal wall, frictioning me in a delightful new way, and then, just as his belly would bump my ass globes, I could feel the gentle tickling rub of his cockhead against my womb mouth, and knew that both of us would get satisfied this way, we fit so perfectly.

My pussy walls clung to his shaft with each withdrawal stroke, and I could feel my slimy pink lips being drawn outward with each reverse movement. Then the slippery tucking in of my pink lips as he relentlessly bored within me to stuff and fill my happily yielding cunt with each downstroke. The freedom of movement that this position gave me was wonderful, and I began racking back on my knees to meet his every forward thrust, then leaned forward as he pulled his beautiful cock out till just the flared head was impaled in my slippery pussy, and back and forth, back and forth it went. The rigidity and heat of his cock melted my insides, and I could feel the juices running out of my over rammed snatch and slopping down the insides of my thighs.

Then I felt his left hand slide forward between my chest and the sofa, and I raised up just a bit to let him grab my tit and knead it as his other hand snaked past the angle of my thigh and belly and fastened gently upon my clitoris that poked out so invitingly and available in this position. He pinched it delicately between thumb and forefinger, and then, his digits slimy with our fluids, slid rapidly but tenderly over and around and across it, and waves of electricity coursed through me as the pain-pleasure of my clit's exquisite thrills mingled with the pressing, tearing fulfillment of my cunt walls.

"Oh God Larry that's good. Front and back and all up inside and oh yes yes YESSSSS!!! Honey do it to me oh lover fuck me and pet me and give me everything you've got Larry. Oh Christ that's wonderful but – I – ooooooohhh!" I sobbed as I felt the first wave of another come building up to a fantastic peak. I bobbed and writhed under his double-barreled ministrations as I climbed higher and closer to the mountaintop of bliss that he was generating in my loins and my brain. I felt his left hand slide out from under my tit, and the rough material of the sofa scraped harshly against my tender, nipple, and the new sensation of tickle-hurt made me press myself harder on the seat cushions to assuage it and get more and more of every feeling and sensation that I could from this moment of joy.

Then I felt his left hand cup and fondle my hard round asscheek and his forefinger crept down the crack of my ass till I felt the tickling rub of it against my pink rosebud asshole. His soft warm touch was delightful, and I thrust backward harder to get a firmer feeling of it against my asshole.

My entire being seemed saturated with lustful feelings; my tits were mashed and scraped with the upholstery, my clitoris was being tantalized beyond belief by his right hand, my cunt was rammed and stuffed full of long, hot, pulsing cock, and my virginal asshole was getting its first soothing tickle. I was in absolute heaven – I never knew there were so many damn ways and places and things that felt so good. I gave myself over to the bliss of the moment, and just let it happen, as I talked to Larry while he worked me over so thoroughly.

"Yes yes oh do it to me right there mmmmmmm oh Larry Daddy lover that's heaven more and more and moooooore!! Fill me honey oh fuck me Larry oh God ohhhh Christ luck me fuck fuck fuuuuuckkk mmeeeeeee!!!" I screamed as every nerve ending, every fiber of my body was shot through with piercing flames of lust and set my brain awhirl and I collapsed forward on the sofa, numb and delirious with the ecstasy of that instant. As in a dream, I could feel Larry savagely pounding his enormous cock into me from the rear, and the rhythmic assault in my cunt kept my come at its peak for God knows how long, and then I could feel the tidal surge of his ejaculation as it romped and rampaged up inside my tightly stretched pussy, and the warm laying of his emission bathed me with comfort and satisfaction as I took every drop of his penetrating cock's spewing stream.

Larry sprawled atop me and we lay there a few minutes to get cur breath, our total exhaustion and satisfaction combining with the heat of our sweaty bodies, for the exertion of the past hour had overcome the chill of the drafty, cavernous auditorium in which we so avidly fucked each other. Then he arose, sat down beside me, and gently turned me over and pulled my little body next to his hard manly frame.

"Sheri, darling," he said softly as he cupped my chin and raised my head till our eyes met, "there's one thing that we have to get understood and agreed on right now, for all time."

"Sure, lover," I smiled up at him. "What's that?"

"We've got to get married, baby doll." He saw my funny look, I guess. "I mean it. Right away. Oh, not to just 'make an honest girl' out of you, but for the simple reason that you are exactly the girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with, and because you are the epitome of perfection when it comes to loving."

"How did you marry her so young?" I asked. I wasn't the least jealous of his first wife – that had all happened before he and I met. I was just glad he liked young girls, and I was it.

"That was easy, Sheri. I have some money; I'm not rich, not by a damn site, but I had a small inheritance and I gave her dad – he was a taxi driver, and they had eight kids altogether – five thousand to swear that she was sixteen, and with parents' consent you can get married in this state at sixteen. Would your mom go for that? Does she need the money? How does she feel about you, honey? I'll treat you like a princess, always, she can count on that, because I think of you as a real live princess." He smiled down, at me and brushed me with a soft kiss.

"She doesn't care a lot about me – doesn't love me, she doesn't hate me. I'm just an expensive nuisance to her, Larry. She'd just as soon I was gone and no more worry or responsibility, I think. And she could use the money, that's for sure. We've been on and off relief all my life."

"Good! I'll up the ante to ten thousand – I can afford that, my stocks have gone up quite a lot the last five years, and I'll tell her that she needn't report it, so it'll be tax free, and she can do whatever she wants with it. I'll get the cash tomorrow from the bank, and then this weekend I'll sell her on the idea, and we can get married next Monday and we'll move to Florida on Tuesday. I have a job waiting in Miami – they've been after me for some time – as director of a community playhouse there, and I'd been stalling them along. But now I'm ready. We're ready, I mean. Right?" and his dazzling smile and confident self-assurance swept me into the land of dreams. Mrs. Larry Purcell, for ever and ever – I trembled with the happy thought.

Every night through the rest of the week we met in the school auditorium, in the prop room backstage and made love. We both liked variety, and we would take turns eating each other up, then fuck till we nearly went blind. Larry taught me how best to suck cock – all the little nuances and touches that he preferred and made him hottest and horniest, like holding warm water in my mouth, then putting just the huge head inside my cheeks, and while it was getting a warm wet bath, to run the tip of my tongue around and around the rim, then into the hole in the tip of his tool, and so forth, and then when I'd take big, long, slow strokes with my mouth, to flash my tongue rapidly up and across and around the underside of his cock where it was the most sensitive. And to cuddle and gently massage his balls and the skin of his bag, and to run my fingers up and down his ass while I was blowing him. He showed me a million little things to enhance each and every motion, and by the end of the week, he said that I was probably the nearest thing to a perfect cocksucker that there was on the face of the earth. Oh, I tried so hard to do anything and everything to please him. And I know I did, for a soft, warm, loving look would come into his eyes when he was happy – and he had that look just about all the time.

And he'd spend maybe an hour on my tits – cuddling, jiggling, bouncing them, tweaking the nipples and aureoles till they pulsed with blood and passion and stood erect like little pink pencil erasers, and his tongue would bathe one while he would gently scrape his fingernail over and around and across the other. The chills and tremors ran clear through my body, and I'd just shudder at the sensuous vibrations he caused me.

And he bought me a little "traveling douche" in a plastic bag that I hid under my mattress, and I took a douche each day as soon as I got home from school, to be all clean and sweet and ready for his hungry loving each night at school. And as his tongue probed and stroked and rubbed the outside lips, and then parted the flesh doors and wandered in, all tickly and hot and wet, I just melted with passion, and I never wanted it to end. And when he'd fasten his mouth on my cunt and get my tender clitoris between his teeth – oh, ever so gently – and flick his tongue back and forth over it, I'd almost scream with the shock waves that ran through me.

He liked to have me talk to him while we made love, to let him know what I liked best, and where it felt especially good, and I was naive, I know, but I couldn't stop from talking anyway, so it worked out real well, and he could tell from the tone and volume of my voice just where things were going extra good, and when I was coming, and everything. We were so deliriously, so deliciously in love, and so satisfied with each other, that I just knew that it had to go well with Mom when he approached her about us getting married. And then Saturday was here, and at ten that morning he came up the walk.

I had told Mom Friday that Mr. Purcell, the drama coach, wanted to talk to her, and I got a kind of disinterested lecture on not getting her involved in schoolwork, she'd finished school, and don't get a silly crush on a teacher, and she admitted that it was nice for me to be at play practice every night, that way she knew where I was, and on and on, and I didn't get to tell her really how nice and handsome Larry was, but I hoped for the best.

Mom had put on her good dress, anyway, and combed her hair, which was something, but about nine o'clock she started slugging down the bourbon, and by the time Larry showed up promptly at ten, she was getting a bit scraggly and sloppy. I opened the door for him, gave him a quick kiss, and led him to the kitchen.

"Mom, this is Larry Purcell. Larry, my mother." As I introduced them, she rose and smiled at the good-looking man before her.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to meet you. You're a handsome one, that's for sure. What was it ya wanted to see me about, Mr. – uh, Mr. – what was it again?"

"Purcell. Why don't you just call me Larry?"

"Hey, fair enough. Want a shot? Or a highball? I hate to drink alone," Mom said, grinning at him seductively.

"Why, that's fine," he said, smiling, although he had told me he hated bourbon; only drank Scotch and sometimes vodka. But he was going along with Mom all the way, I could see. "Bourbon and tap water will be fine," he added.

Mom slopped some bourbon in a water glass and filled it up at the sink and Larry thanked her very politely and took a sip.

"What I wanted to talk to you about, ma'am, is Sheri," Larry said.

"Well, I figgered that," Mom nodded. "But we shouldn't discuss her in front of her, so," and here she turned to me, "why don't you run upstairs and straighten up your room so me and Larry can talk, Sheri? That's a good girl."

I didn't have much choice but to obey, but when I got upstairs I bent over the heating air duct that came up from the kitchen ceiling, and I could see through the louvers and hear every word. I crouched and settled down to eavesdrop.

"To get straight to the point, I'd like to marry Sheri," I heard Larry say. I could see Mom rear back and stiffen like a snake had jumped up in her lap.

"I'll just lay my cards on the table right now, ma'am. Sheri is not a virgin. Your last shack-up job, Paul whatever his name was, took care of that, and since that was statutory rape, and you were responsible, both directly and indirectly, you're guilty, too. And another thing, I can prove that most of the time that you've been on welfare it has been fraudulently and I'll file a citizen's complaint on that. But let's not do or say anything nasty, shall we? I'll get right to the sweet part of the deal. I'll give you ten thousand dollars cash to swear that. We can get married legal and proper. Doesn't that show my heart and mind are in the right channel?" He leaned back to await her reply.

Knowing Mom, I could sense the shifting gears whirling around in her whiskey-fogged skull. If he had that kind of cash available, why shouldn't she capture him for herself? And, yep, sure enough, she came up with it.

"Well, now, Larry, that is a proper and sensible approach, but have you ever thought what a baby she'd be for a grown-up man? And so handsome – I'll say this, she sure got a crush on a good looker. You are handsome, Larry. I could go for you myself." I saw her lean across the table to let her boobs show better and she still had a nice pair of tits, I'll say that for Mom. "Why don't you and I get together, and you could maybe move in here with us, save ya some rent and all, and we could discuss it later on, in a coupla three four years. Like that, huh? How about it? I'll betcha we could get along first rate, and I could take care o' ya a helluva lot better'n a snot-nosed brat that doesn't know her ass from first base. Whattaya say, boy?" She tried to put on a sexy smile, but it sorta sloped off into a drunken leer.

I thought at the time that Mom took my loss of virginity to Paul pretty smoothly, but I guess she just wasn't enough interested in my welfare to give a good Goddamn. She could only concentrate on one thing at a time, and now it was centered on getting Larry into bed and her into his bankroll, I could see that pretty plainly. And so could Larry.

"You must have misunderstood me. I want to marry Sheri. I'm not just hunting for a shackup or a piece of ass, to be very blunt about it. She and I really love each other, and I'm certain that you could use ten grand very nicely, now couldn't you?" He sure had the right ace in the hole, I could tell.

"Gash?" Mom raised her eyebrows and voice.

"Cash." He opened his briefcase. "Here. All in twenties and fifties, so you won't have any questions asked as you spend it, and no record of anything. Fair enough?"

"Well, hell, she'd probably just get herself knocked up any day now by some damn fool punk kid, and then I'd have to – hmmmm, it would be better if she was mated to a real nice gentleman like you, and then I wouldn't be always worryin' over her." As if she ever did, I thought. "But I don't know," Mom continued, "You might hurt her. If I knew more about you – how you make love, and if you're nice – well, you know, all the things that go to make up a good husband, sure you don't want to tie up with me for a bit, Larry? Guarantee you I'd really take care of all your needs, boy." She got up and went around the table and unzipped her dress. "Here. Look at that. Not bad for a gal twenty-nine, is it?" and as Larry gazed at the big jiggling tit she shoved two inches from his face, I thought, she's thirty-one and already fudging a couple years on her age.

Larry reached out and gently cupped her tit and bounced it a bit. "Hmmmmm, very very beautiful. But no thanks. Oh, I'll give you a good fuck if that's what you want, but just in order to get your O.K. for the marriage. And then you'll only get nine thousand bucks. So what do you say – you want to pay a thousand dollars for one stud fee?"

He laughed. "Take it or leave it."

"Why, you sonuvabitch." She zipped up quickly and sat down again. "Ten thousand… half now and half when you say 'I do'? Fair enough?"

"No way, baby," Larry smiled. "I'll give you a hundred now, right now," and he flipped her two 50's, "so you can get a dress and your hair done, and the rest when we say 'I do'. No way you're gonna get five grand, get drunk, blab it all over, draw the heat and then back out. No way. So… deal?"

"Hell, why not?" she grinned as she grabbed the money and stuffed it into her dress pocket. "Best offer I've had in I don't know how long. Where you two gonna live? Got a place?"

Larry shook his head and smiled. "Hunh-uh. But we'll find a place. And we may not even tell anyone till after the honeymoon is over. Or maybe never. I don't care a lot for relatives and in-laws hanging around. Nothing personal, you understand."

"Hell, you kids can live on the moon for all I give a good Goddam. Be kinda nice not to have the brat underfoot."

I left my hiding place and went back downstairs, making a warning clomping on the steps as I did. Mom greeted me in the kitchen.

"Sheri, baby, I think this Larry is a real fine gent, and even though you are pretty, I think he'll take real good care of you. You really love him, baby?" she asked.

"Yes, Mom, very, very much. Everything's O.K., then?" I asked Larry.

"Sure is, Princess," he smiled and put his arm around my waist as I stood beside him. "We'll get married Monday over in Clarksville," he said, naming the adjacent county seat. "Then we'll go away for a short honeymoon." He squeezed my side and I saw a silencing look of caution cross his face, so I didn't say anything about Florida – we'd agreed no one was to know.

"Well, hell, kids, let's drink to a happy marriage." Mom was getting maudlin and friendly. "And you kids can stay here over the weekend if ya want to," she added generously. "You're as good as husband and wife now, so what the hell." She leered across at Larry. "I'd sure like to see what you've got, lover, that's so damn good. Sure you don't want a little sample of the rest of the family?"

"No way, dear," he said. "I'm Sheri's only. Forever."

It thrilled me through and through to hear him state it so emphatically, and I was happy and proud in my love for him.