(ASS) Marie Chapter Four part three of three parts
FRIAR DAVE
Now it did feel good. Oh, boy, did it feel good!
"Unnnnnnh -- oh, give me more, Roger, give me mooooore," I moaned. He
moved back and forth a little, bit by bit getting more of his fat,
hard, grownup prick into my fledgling cunt. It wasn't comfortable yet,
but the arousal wasn't abstract now, either. I could almost feel it
pushing my insides around, and that was so strange it almost made me
cum by itself.
Then the end of his cock was banging into something deep inside me
that hurt. I let out a little yelp, and he stopped and withdrew a bit.
"Is--is it all in?"
He shook his head. "No, baby, not all in."
I couldn't believe him. I felt like it was reaching into my belly. I
put my hand back down there and felt a good inch of his dick remaining
outside. "I wanna see it," I said.
He took my forearms in his hands and pulled me slightly upright so I
could look down and see. An inch of his dick was uninserted. My pussy
lips were stretched thin as rubber bands about it and my clitoris was
pressed almost down against the back of his shaft by the stretching.
He let me lay back and my feet fell from his shoulders and dangled
limply to either side of his hips. I put one hand down there and
pressed my clittie into the top of his shaft and then I started
cumming again.
"Awww, fuck me, Roger, fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckme..."
Sound like I was delirious? It should, because I was.
He was moving in and out of me carefully at first, but every time he
moved, his cock shaft massaged my clitoris and every time the little
nubbin was touched, I came; I was cumming every time he moved, every
time my hips twitched, every time we breathed. And added to it was
this big, thick dick moving deep inside me, faster and faster. I kept
cumming even when he got a hand under my butt and slid his long middle
finger up my ass.
Now I was doubly filled, the finger in my ass compressing my little
cunt even more around his cock. And I was cumming twice as hard. All
the orgasms started to run together into one continuous spasm and then
I passed out for a little bit, because I remember everything drifting
away when I felt his fat cock swell even more and then jerk, spewing
hot wetness far, far inside me as he pressed one hand down over my
abdomen, just above the plump little mound of my cunt, and everything
went golden.
I wasn't out for long, but when I became conscious again, his finger
was already out of my ass, and he had most of his cock out of my cunt.
His dick was shriveling and when he pulled the plum-sized head out
with an audible plopping noise, a regular stream of goo -- a mixture
of his juices and mine -- poured out and dripped on the table and
floor.
If his dick was getting limp, it was just catching up with me. None of
my muscles would work. I was utterly drained and tingling as if my
skin was cumming. He bent and kissed me four times, gently, almost
chastely -- on the forehead, on the lips, high on my belly and then,
right on my cunt, pressing his lips into the flood of his sperm and my
juices. The he stood, scooped me in his arms and lay me down on one of
the cushioned banquettes. He went for a towel. By the time he
returned, I was on my belly; my butt wasn't that comfortable. Big
surprise.
He sat on the edge of the cushion next to me. He had his jeans on
again and a fresh tee-shirt. He covered me with the towel and lightly
stroked my back through it. That made me feel terrific, like what we'd
done was special instead of something you sneak to do -- like it was a
good, being-together thing.
"How do you feel?"
"My butt's sore," I said and giggled a little. He rested his hand
lightly on one cheek. "But otherwise --- " I closed my eyes a hummed
deep in my throat. "I feel wonderful. Just wonderful. You?"
"The same. I still can't believe it. You're so little and young and --
But I feel good, baby, really good. And I feel like someone can like
me again."
I almost understood that at the time -- I understand it completely
now, having been through a divorce -- but I knew I'd done something
good, as well as something that was incredibly pleasurable.
He bent over and kissed me lightly and wetly on the nape of the neck.
I shivered. "Wanna do it again?"
He laughed against my damp flesh. "I'd love to. The spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak."
I groped till I found the lump of his limp dick through his jeans.
Even soft, it was nearly as big as Marty's was when it was hard. "Oh,
I don't know," I said. "A little encouragement ... "
He laughed. "We've been down here more than an hour."
Which meant my cousin would be coming back soon. "Oh. I better get
going. Can I rinse off somewhere?"
"Shower's at the top of the stairs on the second floor, first door on
the right."
I rolled over and the towel fell. He kissed each of my nipples and
helped me stand. I knew I should hurry, but I felt all lethargic and
lazy, like a sated kitten, and walked naked to the stairs to the first
floor. I hurried a little more getting up to the second floor. I liked
the feel of the juices dribbling from between my again-tight cunt lips
onto my thighs, the way the stuff lubricated my thighs when they
touched as I walked.
All of the accessories in the bedroom were hand-made of redwood; I
guessed he'd built it all. It was quite different for a bathroom of
the time and nice in a way. I took a hot, fast shower, scrubbing
vigorously. When I stepped out of the shower, a little TV tray table
awaited me in the hallway. On it were my shorts, a fresh tee-shirt
that was almost the right size, my windbreaker -- and a tall tumbler
of pop with ice in it. I could have cried, it was so considerate! No
one had ever treated me like I was as special -- even more special --
after fucking. Before fucking, sure; but not after fucking. That was
so terrific...
On the way back down, I noticed on the stairway wall the black-and-
white pictures that I hadn't noticed on the way up: a pretty brunette
with great legs and a terrific figure and a pretty face. Roger had his
arm around her waist in one picture.
I ran over to him before he could get out of his reading chair and
threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "You
are so sweet," I said.
"Hey, baby, I enjoyed it, too."
"Not just that," I said. "Bringing my things and the pop and -- well,
that was so thoughtful."
He shrugged as if it was nothing more than what was correct. His arm
slid around me and he held me close. He dropped his hand to my rear
and caressed my butt. "Your butt is like a peach," he whispered, "So
hard and ripe and smooth -- I'd love to fuck you there."
I gave him a playful slap on the arm. "Forget it! I could barely
handle you in the right place!"
"Maybe in a few years -- "
"Say a hundred or so -- "
We both chuckled, then he sighed. "Too bad. I do like doing that. A
lot."
I put my hand on the big bulge in his jeans. "With something this
big...Is that why your wife left you? It hurt too much?"
He looked astonished. "She loved it. Hell, she introduced me to it!"
He shook his head. "Where'd you get the idea she left me?"
I blinked. "She didn't leave you?"
"No."
"That's what Darlene said -- "
"Oh." His expression changed. "I threw her out. I told her if she
contested my divorce application I'd have her jailed."
"Jailed? For what?"
He looked rueful. "For doing what I was doing today -- messing with a
minor."
I was bewildered and said so.
"It's not all her fault," he said. "I was on the road too much, too
eager to make a lot of money, I guess. Anyhow, I came back about a day
early from a 'Frisco run and found her in bed -- with Tod."
"My cousin?"
He nodded.
"Why would a pretty lady like her who was married to a guy like you
want to do it with an asshole like Tod?"
He held his hands up about a foot apart. "Tod's got a whanger so big
that he makes me look like a little boy. Anyhow, I came home, heard
noises, got my gun, came up, and found her on her hands and knees with
Tod packing her ass. I put the gun to his head and he got instant
impotence. Then I threw her out."
"Was she hurt?"
"More embarassed at being caught than hurt -- Oh, I see what you mean.
No, Brenda always liked them big -- the bigger the better."
I shook my head slowly. "Darlene said some bad things about her, but
hinted that she'd run away with someone."
"Well, who likes to hear bad stuff about a brother?"
"Darlene does. I mean, Tod raped her when she was nine."
He looked horrified. "No wonder she's a little...odd. He stuck that
thing in her when she was nine?" He whistled. "Poor kid."
I stood. "I better get going. I want to do this again."
He shook his head. "Not a good idea."
"But you liked it -- "
"Maybe too much. I could get addicted to little girls< and there are
very, very few as mature and sensible and headstrong as you are,
Marie."
"I'm out here a lot, you know."
He stood and put his arm around my shoulders, leading me to the door.
"We'll see -- but no promises...even though I want to at least as much
as you do."
I put my hand on the hard bar of flesh at the crotch of his jeans and
squeezed and giggled. "I know you do."
It took maybe 30 seconds to scamper next door, but in that time I had
decided there would be no more little boys for me. If this was what it
was like to fuck a real man, I wanted nothing less.
If I'd known then what I know now, I would have phrased my resolution
this way: I'm gonna make Lolita look like a nun.
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