"Juicy piece" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Heather)

CHAPTER TWO

When I finished typing and felt I had miraculously finished another column, I called the copy boy and had him deliver whatever it was I had written so I wouldn't have to face Shark. I had no idea what it said, just being thankful that it was completed.

It was Friday, which meant I was liberated from Shark and his magazine for two days. But it wasn't until I got across town and inside my apartment and had closed the door behind me that I felt I was finally safe.

After, however, I had settled down with the evening paper, I realized that I wasn't much better off on my own than I was under Shark's thumb. The paper was full of stories about people doing things. Many of them terrible things, of course, but doing things nonetheless. But I did nothing. At work I was like Shark's robot, doing exactly what he told me under threat of being fired and having to walk the streets looking for some job even more demeaning than working for him. And on my own time I was like a hermit, going nowhere and doing nothing, so terrified had I become of mankind on the basis of spending eight hours a day wallowing in the perversion those letters to Madame Fellatio represented.

I didn't trust anybody. I'd sooner trust myself alone with a rattlesnake than I would with a man. There was no doubt about it, being Madame Fellatio had distorted my whole view of life, and what's worse, up until now I could see no better alternative on the horizon.

The fact of the matter was that I had come to believe what Shark had said the day he hired me: that our contemporary saints were hookers and pornographers, which meant that the rest of us were following in their footsteps.

In the meantime, I was becoming more and more tense and frustrated, both mentally and physically. I was a young woman in the supposed prime of my life, yet unable to swing with my contemporaries. I was living an existence more suitable for a ninety-year-old woman in an old folks' home.

Even worse, I often gave in to the temptations of the flesh. Despite all my vows of decency, I found myself throbbing between my legs, the mound of my cunt uncontrollably pulsing with desire, becoming sopping wet with sticky fluid from the slightest stimulus. The sight of a slight bulge in an actor's pants in a television program would instantaneously make my pussy abruptly drench my panties with cunt juice, so that I had no choice but to peel them off. Then I would run to the mirror where I could sit in a chair and spread my legs while I watched myself plunge my trembling fingers into the slit of my foaming pussy and violently finger-fuck myself.

In order to satisfy the uncontrollable desires of my cunt, I had secretly collected a shoebox full of sexual paraphernalia, with which I periodically satisfied my screamingly sopping cunt. They were disgusting items that vibrated and plunged inside my pussy, things I had sent away for from ads in Shark's magazines.

As I sat in my chair reading the paper, my mind abruptly turned to the contents of that box when I came to the movie page and felt my cunt instantly start to throb and foam from an advertisement showing Burt Reynolds in a pair of tight pants.

I put down the paper to escape the appetite that had suddenly consumed me and started the sticky juicing in my cunt. But my mind was unable to shake itself free of the image of my nine-inch-long prick-shaped vibrator buzzing its way between the parted lips of my pussy, pushing inside my spasming, sopping fuck-hole and filling me to the brim with tingling ecstasy. I couldn't help myself from loving the way the vibrator shook my pussy into a frenzy, turning loose my cunt juice so that by the time I was finished fucking myself, my cunt was a swamp of musky, sticky fluid over which I had no control as I came and came again.

But not tonight, I told myself, I wouldn't give in to my carnal desires again tonight. I had a weekend to get myself together before I went back to face Shark again. Perhaps if I resisted the temptation calling to me from my pulsing cunt, then I would have the backbone to face Shark on Monday and tell him what I really thought.

I yearned to be free of the trap in which I found myself, the compressing walls of my steaming, convulsing cunt seeming to press against my whole body, their stickiness adhering like tape to my arms and legs and holding me prisoner as I fought to get free. But finally, through extraordinary effort, I forced myself from my chair and struggled towards the door. When I tried to open it, it seemed as though it were made of lead, fighting my efforts to escape as it drew strength from my obstinately throbbing cunt, resisting my efforts to be rid of the temptation that made me the slave of the frothing gash between my legs.

As I struggled with the door, I closed my eyes and imagined myself without a cunt, with just a smooth slope of pink flesh between my thighs… no hair, no pulsing folds of puffy red flesh framing an oozing gash, no blood-engorged clit springing erectly like a miniature spike, begging to be stimulated to orgasm. My pussy answered my attempts to mentally destroy it by unleashing a new outpouring of syrup secretion.

But this time I was determined not to become the slave of my own cunt. Gathering myself together, I forced the door open and fled into the hall. I made it all the way into the street before I became fully aware again of the gushing, hairy wound that was my cunt and the sopping condition of another ruined pair of panties.

Once I was halfway down the block, I realized that I had made a mistake by coming outside. I had left my apartment hoping to escape the lure of the shoebox and the dildo and vibrator it contained, but in the process had wound up exposing myself to the stimulus of every man who walked down the street past me. If I could not resist the impersonal picture of a man in a newspaper, or a flickering image of a TV screen, I was helpless in the face of the real thing on the street. It seemed like a conspiracy had been hatched to tempt me to the fullest and prove that Shark was right, that sex was all that mattered, as man after man passed me, each of them seeming to wear tighter pants than the previous one, their bulging pricks leaping out at me from under their clothing.

By the time I had walked two blocks, I couldn't take a step without the squishing from my cream-engorged pussy echoing through the still night air. I was sure that every man who passed me on the sidewalk heard the squeeze-box of my pussy and knew that I was blazing with desire, hopelessly horny. The cunt-cream had long since saturated the flimsy crotch of my panties and was now dribbling down my legs, coating my trembling thighs with hot, sticky juice.

This man… that man… then another one who passed by me: I imagined all of them without clothes, naked on top of me, their long, thick pricks zeroing in on the hairy, slitted gash between my open legs, zooming towards my wide-spread cunt and penetrating it, splitting it in two like a knife hacking through a piece of ripe fruit with their thrusting cock-heads and thick, pulsating shafts. I could hardly move, imagining there was a stiff cock already inside my cunt, stretching my hole with its throbbing girth as it fucked me while I walked.

Immobilized by my involuntary fantasies, I ducked into an alley and threw myself against a grimy wall, the musky smell of my own sex wafting up to my flaring nostrils from my steaming cunt. The alley was as filthy as the inside of a garbage pail, but to me it seemed as erotic a setting as a plush bedroom with satin sheets on a canopied bed and a mirror on the ceiling. In my incredibly horny condition it seemed the perfect atmosphere for being fucked and sucked… but then in my hopelessly turned-on state so would the deck of an aircraft carrier or the floor of the stock exchange.

My sexual frustration had finally caught up with me as I yearned desperately for anyone to appear and fuck me with anything, just so long as I could release the terrible pressure building like a volcano in my frantically bubbling cunt.

Realizing I would have to take matters into my own hands, I moved stealthily to the place where the alley entered onto the street and pantingly waited for someone to come along. The first person who happened along was a teenager, walking innocently down the street. Even from a distance and in the dark I could pick out his head of red hair. But what made my mouth water was the tight-fitting blue jeans he was wearing and the unmistakable bulge that sloped out from their skin-tight crotch. I knew that there was no power in the universe that could prevent me from getting him off the sidewalk into the hidden alley so I could see what was underneath those jeans. I could almost taste the sweet meat of his prick in my mouth as I licked my lips in anticipation and moved closer to the sidewalk.

When he was close enough so the sound of his sneakers shuffling along the concrete echoed in my ears, I stepped out of the alleyway where I would be clearly visible to him when he passed by but concealed from anybody else on the street. As I heard him approaching, I removed my blouse and tossed it behind me, my tits heaving with throbbing expectation, swelling with such pulsating anticipation that the spongy white flesh spilled over the top of my bra, my nipples gouging like spikes against the soft cotton fabric.

Realizing that he was within mere feel of seeing me for the first time, I quickly reached around and unhooked my bra and pulled it off, leaving me naked from the waist up. My firm, round tits tumbled into the guy's view as he walked unsuspectingly in front of me while they were still bobbing. I heard the guy gasp as I cupped my throbbing tits with my hands and offered them to him, my nipples straining erectly in his direction as though they were magnetically attracted to him.

"Sonny," I said, my eyelids closing as I imagined the thrilling ecstasy that would be mine in a few seconds if my wanton boldness succeeded, "will you please fuck me?"

When I opened my eyes again, he was standing there soundlessly, framed by the entrance to the alley, his cock swelling against the crotch of his jeans so much that its thrust bulk had already forced his fly halfway down. Desperate not to lose him, I moved closer to the guy and then dropped to my knees before him. My hand trembling like a leaf, I reached out for the tab of his zipper and eagerly pulled it down. Immediately I hungrily noticed that he was even harder than I had expected, his cock and balls pushing out so boldly in his crotch that they seemed to be splitting his seams.

"Are you going to suck it?" he asked squeakily, his voice sounding strained and tight.

"If you want me to," I said seductively. "I'll suck your prick if you promise to get on top of me after I'm finished and fuck me."

Oh, how I loved speaking in this manner!

"Would you like to stick your big, hard prick in my pussy and fuck me?" I asked, taking great pleasure in murmuring the words with the maximum wantonness I could muster.

"Uh, sure…" he gulped in reply, obviously panting for breath because of the excruciating excitement as he spoke, although by now I wasn't looking up at his face. My eyes were uncontrollably riveted to his bulging cock. "Sure," he repeated. "I'd like to do… do it to you. You sure are some woman, ma'am. You sure shook me up there for a coupla seconds coming out of the alley all unexpected like that."

Trembling with wild anticipation, I snaked my hand inside and wrapped my slim fingers around his fat cock, using it as a handle to tug him further into the alley where he wouldn't be noticed. I almost drew my fingers back in shock because of the intense heat of his incredibly aroused prick. As I wrapped my fingers around his pulsingly thick cock, it seemed hotter than any prick I had ever held. I couldn't wait to keep my promise to suck it and greedily taste it as I pulled him farther and farther into the dark alley.

His rigid cock was out of his jeans now, held firmly in my pressing hand as I parted my lips and thrust my slobbering mouth over the twitching, swollen head. The moment he felt his cock being sucked he became frantic and, grabbing my head, began to fuck me furiously in the mouth.

Reacting reflexively to the violent bucking of his hips and jabbing of his sharply stabbing prick, I pulled away, and as I did so, his jackhammering prick struck me repeatedly on the cheeks, nose and chin. Oh, it was all too wonderful, I felt, too wonderful to be true. But it was truly happening to me, and the more I teased him by holding my lips back from his frantically thrashing prick, the more he tried to ram it down my throat. I was so hot and excited that I was already having mini orgasms, one following on the heels of the other as the liquid embers glowing in my spasming cunt did their best to dissolve what was left of my steamingly drenched panties.

Grabbing his jeans at the waistband, I yanked down hard on them, while at the same time he crashed down on top of me, his cock flailing wildly in the direction of my lips like it was equipped with a sonar device. Somehow, I managed to pull his jeans down to his knees, as he groped on top of me, desperately trying to impale my face on the lunging sword of his prick.

But I knew now that I was too hot to take the time to feel his cock in my mouth, promise or not. My cunt cried out to be stuffed with the full length of his young, stiff dick, pleading to be filled and fucked with his throbbing teenage meat. While he flailed on top of me, his prick bouncing off my face and his orange crotch hair scraping my lips and nose, I lowered my hand to the sodden crotch of my dissolving panties and ripped them apart, exposing the steaming, hairy cavern of my juicing pussy.

I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, sending my skirt to my waist as I felt the flesh pull tautly across my trembling thighs while my cunt drooled and hunched out reflexively, literally reaching out with its pussy-lips to the young, thick cock I knew I had to have inside me in order to survive.

I grabbed ahold of the stabbing shaft of his cock with both hands, clutching it so tightly that my fingers gouged into the rubbery flesh as I literally pulled the rest of his body by the handle of his prick toward my foaming cunt.

When his hips were at last locked against mine, his cock was so unbelievably hard that when it stabbed fiercely against my ultrasensitive cunt, it actually caused pain, seeming to raise welts on the tender flesh of my pussy-mound with its obviously inexperienced, overanxious thrusts.

I had to reach between us and grasp his thick, meaty shaft firmly in order to steer his wildly stabbing cock into the bubbling slot formed by my juicy pussy-lips. Immediately his prick shot into my cunt-hole all the way to the hilt, just as I had hoped it would, his tight balls crashing in hot fury against the upturned cheeks of my wiggling ass. He had a long, thick cock, its girth meaty beyond his years, as I had no difficulty in wrapping my cunt-lips tightly around its fat shaft, clasping it wetly in a perfect frenzy of rapture.

He fucked away at my willing cunt with lightning speed and a penetration that was complete with every sharp stroke, stabbing all the way through my pussy and pounding against the end. I had another series of quick, little orgasms that left me gasping for air while I pumped my constricted cunt up and down on the teen's machine-gunning cock, tightening my pussy muscles like a vise to create such an intense friction that it would only be seconds before his prick spurted with jizz, splattering my blazing cunt-walls with buckets of hot, sticky sperm.

Suddenly his prick seemed to miraculously grow another inch, stretching and filling my aching, drooling cunt before it exploded with a long, continuous spurt of cum, irrigating the canal of my cunt with a river of flowing fuck-cream. The length of time he required to stop squirting into my pussy was almost unbelievable as I used every trick I could muster to try to drain him of every drop.

This teen was no masturbator, I gleefully told myself as he turned my pussy-tunnel into a swamp with his still spouting cock. I knew enough about the habits of guys to know that this one was no jack-off artist. This teen had too many buckets of cum stored up in his smooth balls to have been shooting it into a handkerchief or into wads of toilet paper. It thrilled me to think I was getting perhaps years of stored-up cock-juice.

Finally he stopped spurting his monster prick up my cunt, but his cock remained as unbelievably hard as ever as he continued to fuck me without missing a stroke, his prick shooting in and pulling out of my hole at a terrific rate of speed. The incessant chafing of the base of his prick against my thrusting pelvis, maddeningly rubbing my hard clit, drove me wilder and wilder while his thickly erect shaft continued to course ceaselessly through the swamp of my pussy.

It was now that I really started to come seriously, the spasm being so intense, that if he hadn't been on top of me, I would have doubled up and screamed with ecstasy. As it was, I whimpered uncontrollably from the stabbing sensations that riddled my convulsing body, and then, exhausted when I had finished coming, lay limply beneath his still thrusting body.

"Sweet Jesus," I murmured as I realized I no longer had any control over the situation. "Is he going to fuck me forever?"

His naked body continued to pump away at my clutching cunt as though his cock was powered by an engine, and before I knew it, he was once again pouring his scalding goo inside my pussy.

I came again. This time I screamed instead of whimpering as my cunt muscles wrapped around his bludgeoning prick, trying to squeeze it like it was a piece of wet laundry going through a wringer. But he paid no attention to this, oblivious to everything other than the berserk urge to keep on furiously fucking. Incredibly, he strove to bring forth a third rush of sperm within the unbelievable space of a few minutes.

Although I had already come massively, I found myself moving my body along with his as though I had just started fucking, summoning up the energy from some unknown depth to buck my cunt up at him and wriggle my ass, hoping masochistically that he could once again manage to scald my cunt-walls with his boiling jizz. I writhed beneath him and felt his miraculously hard prick reaming out my thrillingly aching cunt, I found myself anticipating his sperm as though it would be the first time he'd come inside me.

Now I pressed my hands, palms downward, on his smoothly hare ass to hold him in place between the slippery sweat, sperm and pussy juice slickened well of my squeezing thighs. I wrapped my legs around his, hooking my toes underneath calves for a firmer grip, striving to make him shoot off his monster prick inside my clenching pussy just one more time, greedy for another load of teenage jizz.

Finding his mouth with my lips, I began to kiss the teen passionately as he fucked me with the kind of wild, reckless fury that only a young stud could possess. God, how wonderful it was to have a tireless teenager on top of me, pumping his ever-swollen cock into my cunt.

"Oh, dear, are you really going to fuck me forever?" I moaned, begging him to say yes not with words but with the incessant pounding thrusts of his iron-hard cock.

He replied by placing his hands under my ass and clutching my cheeks fiercely as he continued with his frantic fucking thrusts, his cock going so deeply within my hole that each brutal stroke of his prick made my body shiver from head to toe and back again, reducing me to a quivering mass that was only good for one thing-being fucked as hard as possible.

"Oh, my God," I groaned, my face quavering under the vibrating influence of still another orgasm. "You're going to kill me, fucking me this way. God, I love it! Fuck me to death!"

His immense cock spurted in my cunt at that precise moment as I once again thrilled to the bruising impact of his tireless prick.

"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, the first words he had uttered since I had steered his luscious prick into my cunt.

His cock squirted once more, and then he shuddered and finally stopped fucking me. One last orgasmic wave washed over my helplessly willing body, and then I too went limp, collapsing under his weight.

He lay still on top of me, his entire weight resting on me, his energy finally drained, making him too tired to hold himself up any longer. I didn't mind, though, as I basked in the afterglow of a perfect fuck, grateful for the hot, young, sweaty body on top of mine. It was heavenly as I lay still and wondered just how long his prick would remain hard inside my cunt. When several minutes had passed and his cock still showed no sign of wilting, I sighed and patted his ass gently, marveling that the rest of his body could become so limp while his prick remained as hard as a rock within my aching pussy.

"You are a very good fucker, young man," I told him gently.

"You're… awful good… yourself," he panted.

"Tell me," I asked softly, "doesn't your prick ever go soft on you?"

"I don't know," he answered softly. "This is the first time. I've ever had it up… up…" He was so flustered he couldn't finish. I could feel his cheek burn with embarrassment against mine from trying to admit that he was a virgin.

"You mean up a cunt!" I finished his sentence for him.

"Yes," he shyly admitted. "It goes soft, but not when I've got it stuffed up the pussy of a beautiful lady like you."

"Thank you, dear," I said gratefully.

"I think I could fuck you all night long, ma am," he told me. "You don't mind me talking… well, uh, dirty like this to you, do you?"

"No," I enthusiastically admitted. "I love to hear you say those things. Say it again."

"Fuck?" he gulped. "Pussy? Are those the words you want to hear me say?"

"Use them in a sentence," I urged, my passion unbelievably rising again.

"I like to fuck you in the pussy with my cock," he gushed breathlessly. "I like to feel my prick in your hairy cunt."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully. "You're a nice guy. I enjoy having your prick rammed up my cunt. But I have a question."

"Uh… uh… what, ma'am?" he stammered, his nervousness returning. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You did just perfect," I reassured him. "I just can't understand what's keeping your prick so hard, though."

"You are," he declared. "You're the neatest girl I ever met."

"Do you want to have me suck your prick… with my mouth?" I rasped throatily, kissing the side of his cheek as I breathed the words, "Can I lick your cunt while you're sucking my cock?" he asked eagerly. "With my tongue? Can I stick my tongue inside your hot, wet pussy?"

I smiled as I felt the exhaustion flee from my body, the full force of passion returning in a rush. I found myself anticipating yet another eruption of his syrupy jizz, this time hotly filling my sucking mouth and washing stickily down my throat to fill my stomach.

"Yes, yes," I begged, "stick your tongue in my pussy while I suck your prick. Let's do it now!"

He grasped his rigid cock in a trembling hand and pulled it with a pop from my sopping cunt, crawling backward on his knees before he dropped flat on his stomach, burying his face in my muskily dripping gash. I closed my eyes to experience the total feel of what he was doing to me, and when three inches of his stiff tongue stabbed up my spasming pussy, I had a quick, savage orgasm as I realized he was tasting the sweet nectar of his own sperm with which his spurting prick had filled my cunt.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," I breathed with sheer delight, "you make me so terribly, wonderfully hot. Do anything you want to me."

He did not answer me verbally, once again possessed by the demon sex. He twisted his stiff tongue around in my cunt like a corkscrew as he turned his body around so that he was on his hands and knees, his legs straddling my upper body. As he ate my drooling cunt, I gazed longingly up between the spread cheeks of his smooth, white ass directly over my face. Grasping his waist with both hands, I pulled my head up between the sweating crack of his spread cheeks, and with my heart pounding dreadfully, kissed his puckering asshole repeatedly.

With the taste of his ass still tingling in my mouth, I slid my tongue down his crack and went for his tightly hanging balls, greedily getting one and then both of the slippery eggs inside my mouth, sucking them so hard I thought they were going to turn inside out.

After I had sucked, nibbled and teased his swollen balls to the verge of bursting, I was ready for the main course. "Ahhh," I cried, releasing his nuts, "give it to me, baby!"

He lifted his body slightly, pushing his prick backward a little until I caught the knobby end of it with my swollen lips. While he continued to lick and suck my gaping pussy, his cock entered my mouth and I felt it growing even larger and harder against my tongue and gums, the bulging head pushing all the way down my slippery throat; I struggled to breathe properly, raspily choking from the burden that drove down my throat like a saber.

"Suck me!" he cried into my cunt. "Oh, Jesus, suck me off!"

I had every intention of doing exactly that. His prick was so hard and long and thick and lovely and delicious… I could have sucked it nonstop for a week. His bare haunches pressed against my face and I could smell the musky scent of his flesh as well as the sexy odor of his wet cock and balls. I was so deliriously happy that I sighed even as I sucked his cock. Then I grasped the cheeks of his ass fiercely, hanging on for dear life as I moved my head up and down, madly mouth-fucking the guy's thrillingly rigid cock. Frantically, I worked my lips back and forth in blissful suction, using every trick at my command to make him come for a fourth time. He moaned beyond control as he fucked me in the mouth, doing an equally intense job down below with his stabbing tongue in my gratefully oozing cunt.

Once again I had a wildly exhilarating orgasm, and for the first time the teen came simultaneously with me. His cock went off in my mouth with the force of a geyser, the torrent of his hot cum striking the roof of my mouth so intensely that I was forced to swallow in slurping gags as he continued to fill and re-fill my mouth repeatedly. While I choked from the massive gobs of sperm that filled my throat, my pussy-walls constricted mightily around his tongue as I writhed in total, unrestrained coming. I felt my senses reel and my body swoop and soar from the thrusting forces pounding at each hole, reality ebbing rapidly from my consciousness as I asked myself one last question before I collapsed: "Where is he getting it all?" I moaned thickly, wrapping my tongue around his still surging dick to form the prick-and-sperm-muffled words before the blackness overtook me.

When I regained consciousness, he was gone. There was no telling how long I had been lying there. He had taken the trouble to drag me behind some garbage pails so nobody would discover me and try to take advantage of me in my fuck-induced sleep. That teen was a gentleman to the end. His parents should be proud of him.