Jill Redyforit

With A Little Lust

Chapter 1

All cunts are not identical! The joker who coined that old cliche 'all cats are grey in the dark' either had extremely limited experience with pussy or simply wasn't a dedicated pussymuncher. Anyway, all cunts possess both individual and general characteristics which distinguish them from one another.

They can be loosely categorized into several groups: thin-lipped, full-lipped, loose-lipped; small, medium, and large; boldly wanton, pristine, succulent and darkly sensual; dry, juicy, very juicy; ruby red, hot pink, and, of course, black. Those general differences, along with the great range of muscular control capabilities, variety of clitoris sizes and nuances of smell, combine to make for great variation in cunts. The one I was eating was a beaut! Couched beneath a softly rounded mons veneris, shrouded by thick, golden curls of crisp pubic hair, its firm, rubbery labia majora were firm, full and distended to a turgid state by desire. And the ripe velvety thighs and soft, lush ass cheeks surrounding its perfectly symmetrical shape would have made a teenaged girl athlete green with envy.

As my knowing tongue explored the hot, quivering folds of slick wet cunt meat a musky scent filled my nose and made my cock tingle more sharply. I savored the musk and hot thick cunt honey, then redoubled my efforts. With long, tantalizing strokes I licked up and down the bright pink clitoral shaft, sucking and kissing it with relish.

Watching her face through the golden tuft on her rolling, heaving mons, I saw those large, luminous grey eyes clench tightly. Just the bare tip of her pink tongue rolled around the soft, fullness of her sensual lips. She gasped her delight in a slurred, husky voice.

"Oh, Jack! Jack! I never dreamed it would be so… ohhh God. Yes… OH YES DARLING… AHH… NO… don't stop… God, don't stop… you're driving me… OOHHH… GOD!"

Her long, supple fingers clutched my head and grabbed my thick, curly hair, pushing and grinding my mouth harder against her bucking cunt A small ripple of building sensuality caused her to jerk and writhe more violently.

My hands cupped each lush, firm ass cheek and my fingers clutching and kneading them as I sucked and licked. Her mons began to pound and smack against my nose as her lust increased the urgency of her movements. Gliding my tongue down the pulsing, slick shaft, I found the juicesoaked tip of her hard, pulsing clitoris. I ran the tip of my tongue under and around the throbbing bauble several times, felt her gasp sharply, then flicked it rapidly with a long series of sharp, darting stabs.

I felt the orifice of her cunt hole squeeze closed against my lower lip, and her pelvis leapt upward as she arched her back to the spasm of sensual, searing sensation of her building orgasm. I quickly plunged the full length of my educated tongue into the hot, convulsing vortex of her dilating cunt hole and twisted it very rapidly from side to side.

Her hoarse moans turned to cries and then to shrieks of lustful delight as she rocketed upward on the thrust of her powerful orgasm.

"Oh God! Jack! OhHH… goddamn! Suck… suck… eat me! OHHHH… YEEESSS!"

In her frenzy she locked her full, powerful thighs around my head and squeezed. They felt like a velvet vise, and her thigh muscles rippled like a python. I thought I would suffocate. Her full hot labia literally enclosed my face and my chin nearly penetrated the orifice of her anus. Luckily, I could hold my breath for a while because she didn't release me until about two minutes had passed. I really didn't care because I knew it was probably the only full clitoral and vaginal orgasm she had ever experienced.

I disengaged myself from her legs, pulled her alongside me and laid her lolling head on my shoulder. Her lustrous, golden hair covered my chest like a silken mantle. She was still trembling from the slowly subsiding sensation of that wrenching orgasm. To my surprise she was also sobbing.

"Hey. Now, c'mon…why the waterworks?" I knew I hadn't inflicted any pain, so I figured the tears were strictly emotion; hopefully healthy.

"Oh Jack, darling, you have no idea… I mean… my God, the sensations… I feel like… oh, I don't know how to explain it. I've simply never experienced such… such…"

"Lust!" I exclaimed. "Don't be afraid of the word, or the sensation. You couldn't feel it if your body and mind weren't built for it. Remember that, you funky cunt."

"Funky cunt," she murmured, "I like the sound. It kind of describes my feeling right now. And to think I used to cringe at such words. God, you must think I'm a dumb, dumb female."

"No, Janet baby, just inhibited," I chuckled, "but you're losing 'em real fast. I told you it would happen… if you gritted your teeth and opened your lovely legs."

"Yes, master,'* she giggled playfully, then bounced off the bed. "Now I'm sweaty, sticky, and it's time to make my 'funky cunt' all new and fresh."

As she moved toward the bathroom she moved her full, meaty buttocks with deliberate cock-hardening sensuality. Her full ripe ass cheeks fell and bunched in rolling rhythm, grinding lasciviously against each other with incestuous lust.

She paused at the door, turned, closed her right hand over her snatch, clutched one of her proud, full tits with her left and gazed at me with a truly bold, searching look "You're right-you. know;-I am a cunt! A lewd, immoral, wanton, cunt. Furthermore, I love it."

"You ain't seen nothin* yet, cunt. Now wash it!"

As I listened to the shower and savored a cigarttte, I amused myself by trying to imagine what Janet's husband would think and how he'd react when she gave him his Christmas present next month-a new, remodeled wife. And what a wife. The poor bastard would either die from her demands, or retire, cash in his millions and fuck himself to death.

Three weeks ago his wife had been well-known for prissy but elegant tea parties, quiet refinement, polished graciousness and timid endurement of his sporadic lunges into her quiescent flesh, with his million-dollar cock. Half of the time the vapid, obscenely wealthy social set cooed and admired Walter P. Judson's magnificently cultured wife and perfect hostess. The other half they spent indulging themselves in false sympathy as she endured the embarrassment of a never-ending series of discreet affairs in which Walter indulged himself. Until a short time ago it hadn't bothered her very much. Walter always broke off cleanly with his little playmates and resumed his husband role.

She was honest with herself and accepted most of the blame. Walter was a virile, sensual man. Unfortunately she had always abhorred sex and couldn't bring herself to pretend after the first week of marriage. She simply couldn't meet Walter's needs and it certainly wasn't his fault.

Several months ago Walter had involved himself once more, but this time his playmate was a shrewd, clever cunt who knew her man. Furthermore, she didn't plan to have it end as 'just another affair.' She was making rapid progress at persuading Walter he needed a fulltime whore with a wedding ring on her left hand. Janet had been apprised of this by Walter. Instead of bursting into tears she had wisely and calmly persuaded him to agree to a short separation, to be followed by another short reconciliation in the form of a cruise to the south seas. Upon their return, if he still desired a divorce, she assured him a quick, quiet action. He agreed, much to the chagrin of his paramour.

That's when she had sought out the Sherman Foundation for help. For three weeks she had been my charge, project, job… whatever. She was such a wonderful gal, I'd made up my mind to turn out a miracle. If Walter asked her for a divorce after I finished, he would either be insane, gay, or both.

"Well," a soft voice murmured, "what does my dirty old man have in mind next?"

I could hardly believe that Janet Judson who arrived at my apartment three weeks ago was even distantly related to the naked, wanton sexpot framed in the bathroom doorway. The other Janet had worn her golden hair in a cold, sculptured hairdo high on top of her regal head. Her prim, cool mannerisms matched the starkly tailored suit. Her pristine hips had been firmly encased in a girdle, preventing the slightest hint of butt movement, or curves. I merely assumed she had breasts, in spite of the suit top, which was carefully designed to hide any indication of them.

Now, as I studied them in all of their full, firm grandeur, I understood the depth of that suit designer's skill; such ripe massive globes of pure delight seemed impossible to hide even with a gunny sack. The same applied to the many other lush, ripe assets of the naked nymph I now studied with anticipation. As I lay back, relishing her wanton nudity, my cock swelled and stood rigidly erect.

Her eyes couldn't have been torn away from my proud organ by a team of horses; it was the first time she had actually seen a decently hung male, at least her fascination indicated this.

Slowly, as if in a trance, she moved toward the bed. Her enormous firm tits moved in a rolling, bouncing motion. Pink pearl nipples, normally delicate adornments framed in dusky aureoles, now were jutting hard and erect. The thick silken tuft of golden pubic hair moved sensuously atop her jutting mons.

Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed, her grey eyes still fastened on the eight rigid inches of my cock. Well, so far she had been the recipient; now it was time she became an active participant The moment of truth had arrived because at no time in the last three weeks had I been able to maneuver her into touching my hard, powerful organ, even through my pants.

"Touch it!" I commanded firmly.

"I… I want to… but…"

"Don't think about it; just do it"

"Should I?"

"You must."

"It does have a… primitive beauty. Yet it repulses me."

"That's in your head. And forget that primitive beauty crap! It's a cock. Primitive yes, beautiful no-at least not in the sense you mean it Jan! It isn't a $500 piece of primitive sculpture in a gallery on Fifth Avenue… it's a living, pulsing cock. A cock that fucks, baby, fucks a cunt. The funkier the cunt, the better it fucks. Now touch it hold it and massage it! Otherwise go home!" It was now or never, so I didn't have a thing to lose.

The violent sexuality she had demonstrated not ten minutes ago had been very difficult to pull to the surface. Chances were 50-50 I couldn't make it surface again for a long time unless… unless I could get her to apply it to my cock. She simply had to learn to like cock.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and grasped the thick shaft. For a full three seconds she froze, then I felt her fingers squeeze my shaft.

"Open your eyes, damn it!"

Slowly her long lashes moved, and she beheld her hand clasped around the pulsing shaft of a man's prick.

"I did it, Jack," she breathed, "I did it!"

Tentatively at first, then with a little more confidence, she moved her fingers down along the gleaming white column, into the thick bush of pubic hair; finally her supple, tapered fingers cupped the heavy weight of my swollen testicles.

As she squeezed and fondled my huge globes a fine sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead, chest and breasts. The tempo of her breathing increased. It was a very tricky moment.

Then her eyes looked directly into mine. Small flecks of green seemed to flit about, merging with the cool grey. "It is beautiful; but like you mean, Jack. I feel something happening, here, in my belly." She clutched the creamy soft curve of her belly, just above that golden tuft in her crotch. "A kind of heat, Jack, and my knees feel like melted butter. Oh God! Now my… cunt. It's getting wet again!"

I reached over to the night stand, carefully uncapping a special foam lubricant I'd received from the Shermans. I handed it to Jan.

"Put this on my prick." She squeezed out a generous amount and commenced smearing it over the entire length of my phallus. In seconds she was done.

"Feel the head. There… that's called the glans; very sensitive, especially underneath. Now, baby, I want you to pretend your fist is a large, wet cunt and fuck my cock. It's called jacking off. Say it!"

"Jacking off… yes, I remember a boy in school. He asked me to jack him off," she whispered huskily, her hand gripping my slick, lubricated cock. Her supple fingers slowly began to glide up and down the length of it. Then they gripped harder and moved faster… and faster.

"Do you like it, darling? Tell me you like it," she implored, her eyes fastened with great intensity on her rapidly pumping fist.

"Oh… yeah… now, baby, massage the tip with your fingertips…, that's right… OHHH God… beautiful!" I groaned as the delicious beginnings of a rippling tingle commenced at the base of my balls. I wasn't kidding, I loved it.

As she varied the tempo of her gliding fingers I cupped her right tit and squeezed it. Then I began circling the taut, erect nipple, letting my fingers touch the turgid bud almost as if by accident.

Without a word of prompting she cupped my balls in her other hand, gently at first, then with real relish.

"Ohhh Jesus, Jack! That big, powerful thing is actually throbbing… like a heartbeat. God, what a wild feeling… my crotch is so hot and wet… Jack, Jack!" Her eyes were slightly glazed now and her voice was low, husky and sultry. She was really aroused and her fingers did indeed feel like a big, powerful cunt. She was jacking hell out of my trembling, pulsing organ like a pro.

It was time. I grabbed her by her soft shoulders and pulled her into position between my open thighs. Before she knew my intent I clutched her by the hair and pulled her head down. Then I guided my cockhead into her mouth.

"Jack! Wha uuugghh…" Her exclamation was drowned as I lunged upward, burying my organ in her hot mouth.

I held her firmly. She attempted to pull her head up and eject me, but only once. Then she just knelt there, panting, my organ halfway into her luscious, wide-stretched lips. Her back and buttocks were shiny with the sweat of repulsion, lust and fear.

Then her head began to move up and down slowly over that section of my cock I had managed to force through her lips. A small, rippling shudder coursed through her body, her lips opened wide and nature took over. As I very well knew, most women are born cocksuckers. Whether they ever avail themselves of this talent or not, most women simply love the feel of a big, hard cock in their mouth.

As the rest of my shaft slid deep into the hot vortex of her mouth she opened her throat and took the entire eight inches. Up, up, up she glided, then paused when only my cockhead remained. The wet, soft tip of her tongue explored the glans and then glided under the rim to flick the sensitive trigger spot beneath. I damn near came right then and there.

Abandoning my glans, she commenced licking, sucking and flicking the soft-textured underside of my prick, causing the tingling hot sensation of raw fuck lust to grow to a greater level of pleasure at the base of my balls.

She licked downward until her face was buried in my bush of hair, then burrowed downward, instinctively going for the core of my maleness-the balls. I felt her hot saliva cover them; she sucked one of them into her mouth. She massaged, flicked,, and kneaded it with her tongue, then switched to the other one. Her golden mantle of silken hair covered my belly in rich profusion.

Releasing my testicle, she raised her head, looked at me with lust-glazed eyes and said, "Promise me one thing, Jack, come in my mouth. I want to feel that hot seed… that heavy hot cream in my mouth. I want to taste it, savor it and swallow… promise, damn it, or I'll rip that big, beautiful throbbing cock out by its roots. If I'm going to be a real cunt, a hot, randy cunt and cocksucker, by God I'm gonna be the best."

"Suck, baby, suck," I grunted.

She pounced on my wet, sopping organ like an animal, ingested it to the hilt and commenced sucking it in and out of her hungry mouth with wild, plunging strokes. My cock swelled and pulsed as the vortex of her lips and tongue rolled, lashed and flickered around the searing length of pulsing flesh.

Faster and faster she pumped, her ass, tits and torso bouncing, twisting and writhing… driving me closer to the heights with each lustful movement.

I could feel the molten ball of my hot semen 15 gathering in my scrotum, ready to gush. Waves of raw, searing lust coursed up my spine, down my belly, through my loins and back down to my groin.

"Oh baby… suck that thing… yeah… OHHH… Jesus! Take it… take it all, you wild cocksuckin' cunt… Now! Now! I'MM… YEOWWWW!!"

My back arched sharply, driving my cock all the way into her throat, and I shot my hot load of gushing sperm into the pumping, whirling depths of her mouth and throat. It came in a series of violent, sharp spurts as my orgasm gripped me.

An enormous swell of searing, raw lust exploded in my guts, rolled up my spine and burst with blinding, dizzying force in my brain. "OHHH… GOD!!!"

The next thing I knew or saw was Jan. Her voracious mouth was still sucking. Her strong fingers squeezed my ball sac with urgent force, attempting to squeeze another glob of my come from the drained vestibule of my core.

I pulled her head up and my cock slid out. Her lips were dripping with the salty, creamy substance of my come. "Hey, baby, enough! You've drained me."

Licking the come from her lips, she swallowed and looked at me with a smoldering, lustful gaze.

"How did I do?"

"Baby, you're a bona fide, natural-born cockeater."

She seemed amused at that "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just thinking about Walter. I mean, the 16 first time I go down on him. The poor man will probably faint."

"Faint, hell! You just take it easy the first couple of times; you're liable to kill the bastard," I exclaimed with a chuckle.

She giggled too. "One thing will be wrong."

"What's that?"

"His cock can't hold a candle to that big hard thing of yours. My God, do all men come so much? I must have swallowed a pint of that delicious stuff. I almost choked when it first shot into my mouth."

"Different strokes for different folks, baby. Don't sweat it. The way you eat cock, his will probably grow several inches within a year. Remember, you hungry cunt-it's a muscle, and muscles get bigger the more they're used."

"Wonderful," she smiled. "Now, when do I get fucked for real? I want that huge thing in my cunt!" Her fingers closed over my semi-hard cock and it began to swell again.

"One thing at a time, baby."

"Cliches, always cliches. Well, I know a few, too," she said in a husky voice. "Practice makes perfect. So I'm going to practice."

Before I knew it she had gobbled my cock again and was sucking it with long, gliding strokes. It was obvious I'd get no sleep that night because my cock decided to agree with her, it was responding beautifully.