Dick St Martin

Virginia_s wet lips

CHAPTER ONE

As soon as they stepped into her little studio apartment and the door was closed, Virginia turned to the man. She'd met him in Tuesday's, around the corner on Third Avenue. He'd had all the moves and a good rap and he was certainly good-looking. They'd danced and he'd known just how to move his hips so his cock was rubbing her cunt-mound, sending little shocks of pleasure through her curvaceous body. She leaned back against the door, her hands behind her. She let her purse fall to the floor and took a deep breath to accentuate the size and shape of her magnificent tits. Though not the huge knockers some guys seemed freaky about, they were larger than most, a full 36-C, and she liked going braless. As she inhaled, her fits heaved out toward the man and she suddenly realized that shewon't even know his name. He took the hint.

He moved toward her, reaching out with his hands at waist level, slipping them around her and pulling her toward him. His hips moved and again she felt the hard bulge at his groin rubbing against her cunt. Virginia put her arms up around his neck and crushed her fits against him. She ground her cunt against his crotch and felt his hands slipping down to her ass, squeezing and gripping the firm, spongy mounds of her butt through her tight jeans.

She turned her face up to him to be kissed, but he either didn't realize it or didn't care to. He tightened his grip on her ass till it was almost painful and then lifted her, her feet coming up off the floor. He was pulling her crotch forward, rubbing her cunt up and down against him. Virginia let go a long, deep breath she hadn't been aware she'd been holding. He hoisted her still higher on him, and then she felt his belt buckle pressing the material at the crotch of her jeans back and against her swollen pussy-lips and clitoris.

"Uh, shit, yes," she groaned. Her head tilted back, her long, red hair cascading down her back to the midpoint. Her hair always seemed to draw men; she knew why. It was commonly believed that redheads were about as unwilling to fuck asminks in heat. Anyone using her as a test case would've found ample proof for that assumption.

He was tall, taller even than her own five foot eight, and he was powerfully built, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, the inverted triangle of his body emphasized by his form-fitting sports shirt and tapered slacks. She hadn't been able to make out much else about him in the dim illumination of Tuesday's; she really didn't need to. Everything she'd really been hot to know about him had been told her by his touch and moves and words in the darkness.

He turned, still holding her clear of the floor, and strode across the room to the little sleeping alcove. Virginia lifted her legs and slid them about his upper thighs, restricting his steps somewhat but letting her nib her wet cunt more effectively against him. She felt him bending forward, and knew that he was lowering her to his cock.

Her cunt was throbbing powerfully, even more urgently than it had when she'd left the house after work that evening. She'd found what she was looking for a man with a hard cock and a bad case of the hornies. She wanted to fuck, to feel that hard prick inside her hungry, red-fringed quim, driving in and out, reaching up into her belly. She wanted to feel him coming inside her, to feel hishot, thick fuck-juice splashing about within the depths of her insatiable cunt. She wanted to feel him slamming against her, fucking her, driving her up the walls with lust. And this was evidently the man to do it.

He was wasting no time. She felt his cock beneath her back and let her legs slip down from around his thighs. Her feet rested flat on the floor to either side of him as he disengaged her arms from about his neck. His hands slipped down her arms to her shoulders and then rested over her tits. He covered the firm, heaving mounds with his fingers and then squeezed them, hard."Hey," she gasped."Take it easy!"

"Uh… sorry," he grunted. He released her tits and concentrated on her nipples, finding them through the fabric of her top and pinching them between thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were already hardening when he'd done that, and now were swelling in earnest. He kept at it. Her nipples, when completely erected, were literally the size of half-walnut shells, something she'd been told was truly rare. Not just the little spike towers of her nipples erected, but all of her areolas as well. And all of that nutshell-sized blood-engorged flesh was supersensitive to the touches and caresses and kisses and suckings and even gentle bitings of eagermen and, a few times, women.

She put her own hands out and found the waistband of his slacks. Quickly, she pulled his shirttails out and began unbuttoning, then pushed the cloth aside to run her hands over his hard, muscle-ridged stomach and his broad, powerful chest.

Fuck, he's really built!Her fingers moved lower, skimming lightly over his pants to the bulge at his groin. She pressed his dick softly, then turned her hand over. She reached up between his legs, holding the lump of his cock and balls in her palm, and carefully squeezed it.

"Oh, shit yeah, baby, yeah!"Virginia moved her free hand to the top of his zipper, pulling it slowly downward. All the time, he was still toying with her big nipples. She slipped her fingers inside his pants, working them through the piss-flap of his briefs and managed to touch the throbbing stiffness of his dick with her fingertips. He groaned throatily and mumbled something.

Still, he was playing with her tits and nipples through her top.

"Hey, man, why don't you get under the wrapper to the goodies?" she suggested, wondering if he was too stupid to figure that out for himself."Oh, yeah, sure," he said, as if he had, indeedfailed to think of it on his own. He grasped the hem of the top and slowly peeled it upward over her jugs and no farther. He made no attempt to pull it off her completely. She decided that would have to do as she sighed at the touch of his fingers on her bare tits. She loved to have men play with her boobs, loved to feel them kissing and licking and sucking and nibbling them. Her tits and nipples were so sensitive that on a couple of occasions, men who'd really known what they were doing had brought her off just by arousing her gorgeous tits.

"Jeez, you've got nice tits, baby," he mumbled as his fingers fell to work on her alabaster mounds. His touch was rough and crude, and he seemed more interested in playing with her jugs than giving her pleasure through them.

Virginia pulled his trousers and briefs down, exposing his cock. It was hard as a bar of iron, a good six and a half or seven inches long. His balls were hairy and tight within the wrinkled, fleshy sac of his scrotum, full with hot jism.

Virginia gripped his dick and began moving her fingers up and down over it in a jack-off motion that had him moaning and gurgling within seconds. She used her free hand to work his pants and briefs off. His only contribution to the effort was kickingoff his shoes and lifting each foot in turn. He didn't seem to care about his socks, and she dropped him another full notch on her scale of ratings. She led him by the cock to one side while she got herself up onto the high-riser. Her legs were still spread and she wished he would take her jeans off her. She was naked beneath, and her jeans were getting thoroughly soaked with cunt-juice. He seemed reluctant to remove his hands from her tits. Virginia decided that positive action on her part was called for.

She rolled over onto her side and opened her mouth, leading his cock closer. She flickered out her tongue and began licking the head of his dick, lightly at first, and then with increasing pressure and longer strokes. Within a few seconds, she was going at the head of his prick as if it were an ice-cream cone, wrapping her tongue partially about his knob.

His hips shuddered, but still he made no move of his own. Mentally dropping him still another point in her ratings, she opened her mouth and fastened her lips to the front part of his cock-head, sucking on it as her tongue traced lightly over the soft, velvety knob.

Jesus, he's go: a nice cock. I hope to hell he's agood fucker. She sucked more of his cock-head in, then fastened her lips about the depressed ring of the shaft, just behind the flange. Her tongue was twirling about the head of his prick, and then she made her move.

Slowly, her hands going to his hips and urging him to follow her lead, Virginia rolled onto her back. He had no choice but to climb up on the bed with his knees straddling her head, facing her feet. It was either that or pull his pulsating prick out of her hungrily sucking young mouth. He began to hunch. Virginia felt his dick driving into her mouth, deeper and deeper. She just managed to tilt her head back and grab a deep breath an instant before she felt the head of his prick ram into the curve at the back of her throat. As it was, she was barely able to suppress an instinct to gag. But then he began to pull back only to force his dick down and into her mouth again. She reached up and found his hands, then led them to her waist, to the snap of her jeans. Otherwise, she was sure he never would have gotten to it.

Clumsily, he unfastened the catch of her jeans, then managed to find her zipper and open it. Hepushed her jeans down over her hips, almost to her knees and then knelt up straight again, once more totally absorbed in the sensations of fucking his prick-up and down into her hot mouth…

CHAPTER TWO

Oh, shit, isn't he going to lap my cunt? Virginia moved her legs back and forth, getting her jeans past her knees, then kicked them off herself. He seemed totally unsurprised by her lack of underwear, but then, she reflected, the way her crotch had been soaked with pussy-juice, he probably had guessed it. Again she found his hands, and led them to her pubes. Her cunt hair was always carefully cropped, a bright, carrot-red line of curls clearly defined. His fingers moved uncertainly up and down in the folds of her soft, sensitive pussy-flesh, almost inadvertently giving her pleasure. Once his fingertips grazed her clitoris, and for the first time, she felt a surge of real excitement in her cunt. But that was it.

Up and down, up and down, up and down hekept fucking his prick in and out of her mouth.

Isn't that son-of-a-bitch going to eat my cunt? she wondered again. But she knew, far back in her mind, that she'd be lucky if he even played with her cut. This was a dummy, an asshole, and all he cared about was getting his own rocks off.

Virginia decided to get to work and get it over with before she lost her temper. She sucked his cock all the harder, putting her tongue to work with a vengeance. She opened her throat as much as she could, consciously fighting to relax it, and pulled his hips down still more. The head of his dick pushed into her throat and she felt his wiry crotch hair against her lips as she fastened her mouth about the base of his cock and alternately contracted and loosened her throat about his prick."Ohhhh, yeah, suck it, baby! Suck my cock! You like that, huh?"

Yeah, but I can't stand you, you mother-fucker. For endless minutes, he pumped and plunged his dick into her mouth and throat but didn't come. After what seemed like hours to Virginia, with her throat huffing and her mouth and lips sore, lie still gave no sign of coming. She managed to free herself of the hard cock, pushing him away from her face.

She took a deep breath and focused on his face and saw a shit-eating grin.

"I can hold it as long as you want, baby," he said, obviously proud."I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in that cute little pussy of yours." Evidently, he seemed to think that was doing her a big favor, from the way he said it.

Before she could say anything in response, he crawled over her and lowered himself between her legs. She felt the hard, wet spear of his prick against her thighs and then she felt him slipping one hand between them while nearly smothering her with the weight of his upper body on her chest.

He placed his cock-head against her gash. He didn't bother to spread her pussy-lips; but just worked the knob back and forth between them till it was lodged against her cunt-mouth, managing to cause her some dull pains in the process. By that point, without any real attempt at turning her on, Virginia wasn't sure there was any lubrication at all in her cunt.

He pushed forward, driving all of his prick into her cunt-hole with a singe lunge. Fortunately, the saliva she'd coated over his cock with her mouth helped ease the way and it wasn't painful. She tried to think exciting thoughts, hoping it would helpjuice up her cunt, and succeeded to some extent, anyhow. In and out, in and out, like some demented, unimaginative machine he pumped his prick in her pussy. There was almost no pleasure at all in the fuck for Virginia, and what there was came only when he quite accidentally managed to graze her stiff clitoris with the top of his cock-shaft. And even at that, it was only a relatively minor thrill to her.

Won't he ever come? she wondered.

As if he could read her thoughts, he grunted, "Don't-don't you worry, baby, cause I can keep fuckin' till you get your rocks off."She realized then that he wasn't callous or uncaring, just well-meaning and incredibly stupid. She also realized that he wasn't going to shoot his load and get his uninspired fuck over with until he thought she was coming. And finally, she realized that, like so many other times, she Was going to keep getting taken in by well-memorized, smooth raps from the guys she met in bars, only to get them in the sack and find out they didn't know their cocks from their assholes.

Virginia closed her eyes and began moaning in time with his lunges, gasping as if his cock felt good to her. She knew exactly how to sound; sheusually came three or four times with any given partner. She began hunching her hips up at him and murmuring obscenely how good a fucker he was, finally slinging her legs high over his waist and ass and pushing her heels into his butt-cheeks as she ground her cunt up towards him."Now, baby, now!" she whispered, making her voice urgent."Come with me!"

"Sure, babe!" he said, gloating. Virginia bore down with her full might on the muscles at the entrance of her cunt, tightened them powerfully about the plunging shaft of his cock. Distantly, she felt his prick swelling and jerking inside her hole and could only vaguely feel the jets of hot jism splashing home inside her cunt.

He slowed his jerkings and then stopped. Virginia let herself go limp beneath him, as if totally drained with a shattering orgasm, instead of merely being bored to the edge of tears. He went limp atop her, his weight crushing the breath from her lungs. Virginia got her hands against his powerfully muscled chest and prodded him to wakefulness.

"Huh?" "Come on," she whispered quickly.

"My, uh, friend will be here soon."

"Huh? What friend? Who?" He sounded vaguely suspicious.

"It's just an, uh, friend," she said, "but I don't want my, uh, friend, to find you here."

"What kind of – Hey, you mean your old man?" he asked, falling for the bait hook, line and sinker.

She made her eyes wide, forcing tension into her tired body.

"No, no, just, an, er, friend."

"Shit, man, why didn't you tell me you had an old man?" he demanded, quickly getting to his feet and hurriedly starting to pull on the natty clothes that had first attracted her to him.

"No, don't worry, he-I mean, my friend won't be back from work till one o'clock. What time is it now?"

"Holy shit, it's almost one now!" He went to the door.

"Dammit, babe, why didn't you tell me. Oh, shit!" He slammed out of the door, buttoning his shirt as he went.

Virginia lay in the bed, feeling his cum drooling between her pussy-lips, wishing for all she was worth that she could expect a considerate, tender, loving male friend to come see her at one o'clock in the morning. But none was going to, and she knew it. She was still horny, the more so for the partial arousal of the idiot she still didn't know his name who'd just used her cunt in place of his ownleft hand to get his rocks off. But she was too tired and beat to get dressed and go out again. She got up and went into the tub, hooking up the hand-held sprayer and lying on the warming porcelain. She adjusted the flow and temperature of the water with her feet, then flipped the control on the sprayer to its hardest setting. She took the shower attachment and held it over her cunt, shuddering as the hard spray hit her clit and her sensitive pussy-lips. Virginia slung her legs up high, her feet. planted flat against the ceramic tiles of the far wall of the tub, and deftly directed the sharp, stinging pressure of the spray at her gash.

The pleasure rose rapidly through her lovely young body. She began to gasp for breath, her magnificent tits heaving, her nipples hardening fully, aching with the throb of her hot blood. The muscles of her thighs quivered and her calves tensed. Her belly contracted and her ass-cheeks began to shake on the porcelain. The tub bottom was rapidly beginning to fill with water, but she was aware of it only as another warm, feathery caress, this time against the smooth crack between her butt-cheeks, lapping at her asshole as if it were a knowing lover's tongue lightly rimming her shitter. She began to jerk her cunt upwards, toward thespray, even as she forced the hand attachment of the shower down closer. She moaned, jerking, and her free hand spread her bloated cunt-lips and exposed all the hypersensitive inner meat to the hot water's sharp pressure. She had the attachment down close to her cunt and then she was forcing it between the outer lips of her succulent pussy. She tensed all over, pushing herself back from the wall with a sudden surge of strength. She pressed the shower attachment in her puffy gash, grinding it against her rosy pussy-flesh, trying to force it into her hole the way she wished a man with a good, stiff prick would jam his cock up into her copper-fringed twat. I've got to find a better way to get the men I want. There's got to be a better way.

There was.

CHAPTER THREE

Virginia strode into the luncheonette on Third Avenue at Sixteenth Street, and saw her girl friend at their usual booth.

"Hi, Patrice."

"Hi. You look down this morning."

Patrice was a short girl, no more than five-two. She had a slender figure, the kind that men said nothing intelligible about, confining themselves instead to sucking sounds and slurps. She had perfectly straight, brown hair and a dark complexion, and an absolutely lovely face. She used little make-up, and managed to look about sixteen most of the time. She and Virginia had been friends for two years, since meeting at a neighborhood carnival the day after Virginia moved into her apartment.

Virginia slipped into the booth and lit herself acigarette. It was a warm morning, and she was wearing shorts and a matching blue blouse. Her hair was tied back. She was, as usual, braless, andshe leaned forward for the ashtray, her arm outstretched, her unfettered fits were clearly visible through the material. The waiter stared pointedly at her jugs till Virginia looked up at-him. Then he broke off the gaze."The usual, missy?" he asked, smiling."For both of us," Patrice said quickly.

He hesitated, but both girls gave him hard looks and he ducked back to the counter area and started calling out the order in Greek.

"Come on, Ginny," Patrice said warmly."Get it off your chest. You're carrying enough of a load there already, you know."

Virginia smiled wanly."I don't want to bring you down, Patrice."

"No, I want to hear about it," she insisted.

Virginia told her, quickly and briefly, what had happened the night before. Explicitly, too. They had few, if any, secrets between them. When she was done, Virginia said, "I'm sick of this bar-scene bit, Patrice. All I seem to find are losers. Half the guys look like creeps. The ones that are good-looking are either stuck on themselves or just want a quick fuck."

"Come on now, Ginny, there're always some good ones there. You know that, deep inside." She giggled delightfully.

"I know deep inside."Virginia's smile was a shadowy reflection of her friend's.

"Sure there are. Usually they're mated. Want to hear about Ralph again?"

Patrice shook her head. Virginia had met Ralph six months before. She'd thought she really found a winner. They'd gotten along fabulously and were perfectly matched in bed. And then she'd found out he was mated, had three kids and a dynamite little wife in Oyster Bay who, unfortunately for Ralph, wouldn't go down on him.

"Well, what do you want to do about it, Ginny?" The two of them suspended the conversation long enough for the food to be placed in front of them. When the waiter had passed out of earshot, Virginia sighed deeply.

"I just want to be able to find men worth something more than their clothes, men with brains and practice in using them, men with hard pricks who know how to make a woman feel good. I know they're out there, Patrice. I just don't know where the fuck to find them."

She stopped and looked down at her plate, at the scrambled eggs and the home fries and the sausages. The sausages always made her think ofshort, fat cocks, hard and well-lubricated and ready to fuck her.

"Maybe you're just going about it the wrong way, Patrice said around a mouthful of eggs.

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you do what I do?" Virginia smiled.

"Already tried that, remember?"

"Sure, I remember. How could I forget?" Patrice was an art and music freak. She went to all the galleries and coffeehouses and museums and concerts. And she managed to come home with company every time. Virginia had tried it. She, too, had managed to come home with company every time. The problem was that all of the guys she met that way were very "sober" and "aware" and "serious" and "down to earth" and were always looking for a crutch or someone to tell all their life's hopes and problems. That is, when they weren't too stoned to stand up. And with them, flicking was only an incidental sidelight, something that was taken for granted. Virginia constantly felt uncomfortable with the men she met that way. She also had a knack of attracting the nuts in those crowds. The last one had gotten her to his loft a ramshackle, converted warehouse and then announced that all he wanted to do was have her pisson him.

Which was why he'd been the absolute, solemnly vowed last she'd met that way.

The two munched their breakfasts in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Patrice spoke.

"Hey, why don't you try one of those computer-dating outfits?"Virginia made a face.

"Well, why not?"

"Think about it, Patrice. If the guys who registered with them were anything but losers, they wouldn't have to go with the computer-dating outfits, would they, huh?"Patrice made a face, then giggled.

"They might say the same thing about the girls who register with them. Are you a loser, Ginny?"

Virginia thought about that for a minute.