Rick Arledge

Young pussy

CHAPTER ONE

Elton was a short man with a receding hairline and pepper and salt greying temples. All his life, he had lived conservatively. He had a steady job and for all practical purposes Elton seemed more or less well-adjusted and happy. Elton had been married once and had a young daughter about fourteen years old, who at the present time was living with her natural mother. There was only one problem: he was very lonely. Happy, in a sense materially, but emotionally he was alone.

Every morning, when the alarm clock went off at five a.m. Elton was able to leap from his bed and hit the cold bare floor and without pausing for a breath, reach the bathroom and take great joy in hearing the sound of his hot yellow piss hit the toilet bowl. The sound of his hot piss was like music to his ears. He loved to hear the sound echo in the bathroom. At a given point, Elton would apply pressure to the base of his cock to feel the urine running out. Sometimes, he pinched the hole and played games with himself as he was urinating. The sensations woke him and when he stopped pissing, he shook his cock so that the last drops wouldn't run down his leg and stain his yellow striped pajamas.

The light in the bathroom over the mirror glared downwards and lit Elton's greying face. The grey stubble of his beard glistened in the bright light. He ran his fingers across his face noticing the hollow cheeks the drawn look. He thought to himself, 'I've got to remember never to take my teeth out.' He reached into a glass of water and withdrew his dentures. With a quick motion he snapped them into his mouth and remarked out loud, "Yes, yes, I've got to remember to keep my teeth in my mouth."

"I guess I'll have to shave. I shave every day. It looks good." Elton reached into the medicine cabinet and took out his favorite Gillette Razor remarking out loud again, "They sure made them good in the army. I guess that was the best year for razors." He lathered up his face with soap and water and proceeded to scratch the stubble from his face.

As he scratched away, he felt the coldness of the porcelain sink against his cock and balls. It felt good through his pajama bottoms. He moved his ass in and out, up against the cold sink. The shaving job was almost done when Elton decided that he'd like to look at his cock. He put the razor down and pulled the draw string on his pajama pants. His pajama pants fell to the floor around his ankles and he stepped out of them. His half-rampant wang didn't jangle and didn't really jiggle, it was just sort of half-hard. He reached up with his right hand and took some of the lather from his face and laid it on his prick and tight drawn up ball sac. He turned around and sat down on the toilet seat and massaged the slippery soap suds in and around his grayed pubic hair. Every once in a while he would slide his hand upwards on his semi-hard shaft and rub the palm of his hand around and around the head of his peter.

His eyes bulged outwards and his myopic eyes stared and concentrated on the hole of his semi-hard shaft. He rubbed his penis with the thumb and forefinger only and he enjoy watching his peter being whipped back and forth and up and down. He reached down with his other hand and pulled hard-on his ball sac. He felt his balls slide from one side of his palm to the other and his manipulating hand further heightened the friction sensation that his whipping right hand made him feel at the end of his pinkish tinged knob.

The lather in his hand started to dry, making his palm feel very rough on his shaft. He removed his hand momentarily and spit a big gob into his palm. The spit started to dissipate itself in the thickened lather and Elton started to work his gonads. He started to squirm downwards on the toilet seat and he started to think about Sandy.

Sandy was a tall, straight blonde haired girl. She towered six inches above Elton. She was at least one head taller. Her skin was deeply tanned and the outline of her bikini made her super-boobs stand out in a milk white color. The milk whiteness of Sandy's tits were high-lighted by pink areolae and sharply pointed nipples. Her belly was flat and her legs were long and supple. An untanned V exposed her pubic hair against the white untanned skin of her mound of Venus. The untanned parts of Sandy made it look like she was wearing a transparent mini-bikini. Her long fingers were able to make Elton feel the hotness of his youth. Sandy's lips were full and straight and her strong chin, in combination with her high nordic cheek bones gave her a very stern looking air. She was truly a dominating female. Sandy believed in discipline for discipline's sake. She felt everything must be in order and she was prepared always to take the lead and set things right. The men that she attracted were generally a little older than herself and of the Casper-milk-toast variety.

Sandy had been making the swinging scene lately; Bermuda, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas and of course, London. She had finally found what she liked when she had sex. The thing that really twisted her head was to completely dominate a man. Like some girls collect porcelain china and other kinds of knickknacks, Sandy collected sex toys. There were long, short and fat dildos. She had dildos that vibrated and squirted hot gelatin when the balls were squeezed. She also had rough strong ropes, chains and a fantastically large collection of whips. The only thing that she was lacking, was a slave. This slave would be hers and hers alone to control and do her bidding. If he didn't she could punish him. He would be completely under her power.

Last week, she had a party in her apartment and had met someone who seemed to be 'just her cup of tea'. He had waited on her hand and foot. She had made him scratch her back for two hours and rub her feet with lotion. The back rubbing and foot massaging had happened after the other guests had left. She had commanded him to do the dishes and carry the garbage out and he did so without a murmur.

Elton seemed to like being told what to do. The more Sandy leaned on him and actually ordered him around the more he seemed attracted to her. His beady, shifty eyes had been frozen on her crotch white he was massaging her feet, but when Sandy tried to hold his eyes he would look away and look down humbly. He had been rubbing her feet for quite a while and furtively looking at the cunt that Sandy purposely showed him every so often. She spread her legs wide apart and Elton dropped his eyes away from her crotch. Sandy reached forward, grabbed a forelock of his hair and lifted his face up to look straight into her eyes and then down again directly into her gaping split. She felt that this was the man that she really wanted for her slave.

'How can I get him?' Sandy thought. She answered herself very simply, 'Damn, all I have to do is call him!'

Elton's hand moved rapidly up and down on his slippery shaft. His eyes bored into the hole of his cock. It was fantastic. He was really getting a boner. He could see Sandy vividly in his mind. He saw the inside of her suntanned smooth thighs and the baby skinned color that surrounded her dark pubic hair. Her moist pink split was open and almost glistened in contrast to its surrounding area. Her pubic hair ran from her arse cheeks up and around her lovely cuntlips and to almost the line marked off by the darkened skin of her suntan. He remembered how Sandy had grabbed his hair and forced him to look straight into her eyes and then down again to the vision of her beautiful pink pussy. The thought of Sandy's sweet pussy inflamed his thoughts and his shaft throbbed against his closed jerking fist. He bent further over and stroked more slowly muttering to himself out loud. "Sandy… Sandy. Pull my hair. Tell to take the garbage out. Call me a mother-fucker and bastard. Let me do your bidding. Let me be near you."

He crossed his legs and moved his hand more slowly over the now bulbous head of his throbbing cock. The semen oozed from his cock hole and kept the lather slippery. He bent further over his cock and opened his mouth. He felt the pressures in his balls and at the base of his shaft build up. He stroked very lightly now and his orgasm approached very slowly. More semen gurgled from his urethra. His other hand pulled and massaged on his balls. He squeezed and twisted them until they pained and his beating hand started to pick up speed. Elton crossed his legs tighter and tried to hold this gusher back. He opened his mouth wider and his cock erupted its white fire.

Each throb made his excited cock pump another hot jet of white sticky sperm upwards into his open mouth. He savored the taste and rolled it around on his tongue before he swallowed the white stickiness. The vision that had been so vivid a moment ago was gone. Sandy's commanding voice and exposed pussy were no longer there and his cock became once more flaccid. "Well, I guess I better finish shaving, so I won't be late for work."

Elton went to the kitchen and took three different brands of cold cereal from the shelf and poured a portion of each into a large soup bowl. He carefully measured out six ounces of milk in a measuring cup and poured this over his cereal. The instant coffee was measured out very carefully and boiling water of the right relative proportion was poured into his cup. Elton was very meticulous and organized. He never did anything without first thinking about it six times. Hemming and hawing about it six times and then finally not doing anything. It was only when somebody was able to pressure Elton into something that Elton ever did anything. Elton sat in the dim light of his grey dreary kitchen and decided that now was the time to telephone Sandy.

The phone rang and Sandy rolled to her side trying to avoid its insistent sound. The phones tintinnabulation was never ending and she decided that since it wasn't going to stop, she had better answer it; and find out who in the hell could be calling her at seven a.m. in the morning.

"Hello."

Elton didn't answer.

Sandy repeated louder and in a more commanding voice, "Hello! Who in the hell is this?"

Elton swallowed and replied, "Good morning. I just thought that I would call you up and wake you, just to say hello. I've just been thinking about you and I couldn't resist just calling to say hello."

"You God damn son of a bitch. You dirty bastard. You have your fucking nerve calling me a this damn hour. Do I have to tell you everything? Man alive, get smart. Don't bug me at this hour ever again! Are you listening to me? I'll call you later when I get good and ready. You just had better be by the God damn phone, otherwise your shit out of luck! Do you understand Elton? Do you get the message? Do I have to spell it out for you again? Don't call me on the phone at this hour."

Elton's wang started to throb when Sandy spoke to him this way. Here was a woman who took command of the situation. He replied, "I'll be home from work at six o'clock tonight and I'll wait by the phone."

Sandy said, "You'd better!" and she slammed the telephone receiver down into its cradle.

The loud click hit Elton's ear drum and somehow vibrated down to a throb in his cock. Elton made a note on his pad; Sandy, 7 a.m. local call and the number.

Elton left the house five minutes later than usual. He couldn't quite understand how he was suddenly very late to work. To Elton, late meant less than a half hour before clock-in time. He didn't like anybody to be able to say that he was late or unreliable.

CHAPTER TWO

That evening after work Elton came out of the subway still behind his normal time schedule. It would be impossible for him to be at home by six p.m., but he hurried anyway. A quick stop at the A amp;P and he picked up a TV dinner and a bottle of Pepsi. Then he rushed to a different supermarket where oranges were on sale. "Nobody could say that Elton was a spend thrift," he said out loud as he paid for his two oranges. Thus laden, he scurried out of the supermarket towards his co-op apartment on the 15th floor. As he fumbled with the keys, he could bear the phone ringing in his apartment. The steel door became an opponent and the key just wouldn't slide into the lock. The phone rang and rang again and just as Elton burst through the door of his apartment the ringing ceased.

Elton put his food on a table and walked back to the door and removed his keys. He closed the door softly and threw the bolt. He looked at his watch and saw that it was fourteen minutes after six p.m. "I wonder if that was Sandy calling," he muttered. He lit the oven and set the thermostat following the exact printed instructions that were printed on the TV dinner package.

He sat down and peeled an orange; while he waited for the TV dinner to cook. Elton had just shoved a segment of the orange into his mouth when the phone rang. He gulped hard and the orange juice ran from the corners of his mouth and dribbled to his chin.

"Hello," he slurped. The orange was still caught in his mouth.

"Elton where were you? I called you before. You were not home. Where the hell were you? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to call. Man alive, I thought you were dependable. Even when I tell you what to do, you screw it all up. Haven't you got any God damn brains? Well, tell me why weren't you home?"

"Errr, errr… well. I was late this morning and I just couldn't catch up with myself all day."

"Elton, I don't want to hear this shit. You just get your ass over here and take me out to dinner."

"But, I… already got a TV dinner in the oven and…"

Sandy interrupted, "Well throw it out and get your clothes on and get over here. I'll expect you at seven-fifteen and bring your charge cards. I've invited a few friends to come alone."

"Well… ah ah hhh…"

"Never mind the shit, get over here!" and Sandy banged the phone down.

Sandy sat back and thought about where she would tell Elton to take her to eat. She really didn't have any guests, but she just wanted to test a little of her power out on Elton. While she had been talking to Elton, her legs were wide spread and she sat upright on a leather arm chair. Her pussy had dribbled onto the smooth shiny leather and made it slippery. She wriggled her buttocks into the slime and slid in a tight circle on the leather surface. The feeling of leather excited Sandy and she pictured herself in her leather outfit directing Elton her slave in various situations.

Sandy took her right index finger and put in on the soft down covered mons. She cupped her palm and massaged gently. She felt her split open and begin to throb. She looked down and pushed her finger between her slippery outer cuntlips just barely touching them. The sensation of her forefinger slipping softly in between her Labia Majora made her writhe in her own cream that dribbled from her hot wet pussy. Her finger slid back and forth and the sensation was maddening.

Sandy threw one leg over the arm of the chair and hooked her forefinger into the opening of her honey pot. She wondered what Elton would be like when he came to pick her up. She opened her eyes and withdrew her finger from her hot quim and said to herself, 'I'll save it for later and then it'll be better.'

The doorbell rang and Elton held some flowers out to Sandy, "I thought you would like these flowers."

Sandy took the flowers and said, "Oh thank you. You're a darling."

Elton stepped into the foyer and Sandy closed the door after him. In the process of hooking the door chain into its place her dressing gown slid open exposing the whiteness of her globes. A thin line of white connected both titties. This line was where the two bikini brassiere cups were pulled towards each other, by a fine ribbon.

Sandy made no motion to cover herself and she felt her pussy contract and squeeze some of her cream down the inside of her thighs. She took Elton's hand and said, "Come on in. The flowers are beautiful." She placed them in a vase and smiled sweetly in Elton's direction. She allowed her robe to open still further exposing her flat stomach and twat covered with brown down to Elton.

Elton sat down and looked around the room, saying, "Well I'm only three minutes late!"

"That's all right Elton. The flowers make up for everything. Would you like to help me dress?"

Elton looked downward and mumbled something, "Well errrr… What can I do to help?"

Sandy said, "Get up and help me take my dressing gown off. Come on Elton get your arse moving."

Elton stood up and Sandy faced him. Her dressing gown was wide open and Elton's eyes started to look toward the floor. Sandy towered over Elton and she grabbed his hair again and made him look up at her bare titties. She placed his hands on her dressing gown and said, "Come on Elton. Take the God damn thing off of me. If you want to help me; help me. Come on. Take it off of me!"

Elton hesitatingly took Sandy's dressing gown from her shoulders exposing her bare milk white globes to his eager gaze.

Sandy had a pair of very brief black flower bikini panties on. As the robe fell to the floor Elton kneeled down on his knees and threw his arms around Sandy's thighs. He buried his face in her silken covered muff. He breathed deeply through his nose, smelting the odor of Sandy's pussy. He turned his face sideways and said, "Ohhh." His ears felt the heat that came from her vaginal crease and Sandy pushed downwards on his head moving his nose away from her cleft.

Elton strained upwards and said, "Let me feel it? Let me smell it?"

Sandy smiled and said, "Will you be my slave? Would you like to suck on my panties crotch? Or, would you rather wash my panties and suck my pussy? No never mind. I'll tell you what to do, slave."

Elton continued to hug Sandy's legs to his chest, eyes closed. His glasses had fallen to the floor and Elton suddenly stopped his caressing and picked up his glasses, "So that they won't be damaged." He explained.

Sandy allowed him to put the glasses in his breast pocket, then she snapped, "Get on your knees again slave!"

Elton dropped to his knees and Sandy allowed him to put his mouth up against her bikini covered pussy.

She asked, "Do you like that? Would you like to suck my pussy?" She saw Elton nod his head. Sandy ordered, "Pull my panties down to the floor, so that my cunt can be right against your face. Yes, my bare cunt up against your face. I don't know whether I'll let you kiss it or not. I'll decide. Slave, go and wash my panties and when you come back maybe I'll give you a reward. But, before you go; take off all of your clothes except your undershorts."

Elton rose from his kneeling position with Sandy's panties clutched tightly in his hands. His eyes were shut and he stood for a moment motionless.

He felt a stinging slap on his face and then another and he heard Sandy crying out, "Take those Goddamn clothes off. No, not all of the clothes. Leave your fucking shorts on. That's all I want to see."

Elton said, "Yes. Yes. Do you mind if I fold them up? If I don't fold them up, they will loose their press?" Elton waited for an answer.

Sandy just glared at him. Her mouth formed a hard tight thin line and she stared downward at him. She stepped forward on top of the clothing that Elton was removing. She ground her heel into the jacket shirt and tore the corner of his grey colored white shirt.

Elton pleaded, "Please. Please." He felt his cock start to get hard.

The tent that it formed under his underwear seemed to infuriate Sandy. She reached down and grasped his half hard wang and commanded, "Wash my panties and then come back." She squeezed his dong and kept him from going to the bathroom. "What's holding you up? Why don't you go and wash my panties?" Sandy never let go of Elton's joint.

"… But… you're not letting me go. You're holding me back. Please let me go. Please let me go."

Sandy released his semi-hard burgeoning penis and allowed Elton to run to the bathroom. He had just about reached the bathroom door when Sandy called out, "Stop. Suck the crotch of my panties!"

Elton shoved the panty crotch in his mouth and ground his teeth into the soft flowered, black, silky material. He could taste Sandy's cream and sweat that had oozed into the cunt position of her panties. The taste titillated Elton's palate and he sucked on the material mixing his saliva with the hot taste of Sandy's drippings.

Elton moaned and sucked until Sandy again commanded him, "Go and wash my fucking panties. Can't you see I'm in a hurry?" She watched Elton trot around the doorway and into the 'john'. She called out, "Use the soap in the cabinet." The sound of Elton letting the water rush into the sink made Sandy think of how she could use Elton. "What's taking you so long? Just let them soak in the sink and come back here."

Elton came out of the bathroom and faced Sandy. He tried to hold her around the waist and kiss her, but she turned her face away from him saying, "Not those lips, stupid. The ones down between my legs. The hot red lips that are dripping my cream. I want you to lap my cunt. Do you understand, cuntlapper?" Sandy laid back on the couch with her legs spread wide. Her inflamed orifice was raised high in the air, by a pillow that she had jammed under her arse. She commanded, "Elton, get down on your knees and start sucking! Now!"

Elton got down on his knees, in between Sandy's outstretched long lovely legs. He gazed into her pussy. Its gaping mouth seemed to be dribbling out copious quantities of cream. He put his face near to her cuntlips. He sniffed and smelled the deliciousness of Sandy's exciting twat. He snuffed up to her crotch and smelled her gash with long savoring breaths.

Sandy interrupted his thoughts, "I told you to suck my cunt… not smell it. What in the hell do I have to do to make you understand me." Her hand lashed out and struck the back of his head a light grazing blow.

Elton writhed his hips and placed each of his hands on each side of Sandy's inviting arse cheeks. He could feel the wetness dribbling down from her cunt to her arse. He buried his face in Sandy's hot, flaming, red trench and began to lick at Sandy's little man in the boat. He licked and whipped his tongue from one end of her flaming trench to the other. His saliva dripped outwards from his tongue and mixed with Sandy's cunt juice. Elton placed one of his hands on his cock.

Sandy shouted at Elton, "You bastard! Where are you putting your other hand? Get that hand off your wang and hold my cuntlips apart and suck, slave. Suck me out good. Don't stop and fool around. I want to feel your hands on my cunt and only on my cunt. Suck slave! Suck harder! Let me hear the sound! Come on, bastard! Suck! Lick my juice! Don't waste a drop! Lick every bit of it up!"

Elton moaned and his tongue and lips made loud slurping sucking noises, "Slurp… Slurp." He sucked up the delicious white creaming cunt juice that flowed freely from Sandy's enraged cunt. He could feel the wetness of her cuntlips and the moving of them in and out. The little clitoris became swollen and like his cock head grew in size until he thought that it couldn't grow anymore. But, it did get longer. It became what he had always read and dreamed about: a real genuine full grown spur cock. He had heard about spur cocks. Some of them were over one inch long and it was like sucking an extra long stiff hard smooth nipple. A woman thus endowed could even fuck another woman by holding her spur cock under the hood of her partner and having it pressed against her partner's normal sized love knob.

Sandy pushed Elton's face harder into her exposed gash. "Suck my clit! Suck my clit! Work your head up and down! Haven't you ever sucked a man off? Move your head up and down! Whip your tongue around my clitoris and keep your damn hands on me and not on you. How many times do I have to tell you? Come on! Move! Up and down! Up and down! I think I'm going to make you suck somebody off! I think I'll make you suck my cunt out after somebody has fucked me."

Elton became more and more aroused. He loved feeling Sandy's spur cock in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the arse. He wished Sandy would shove her finger up his arse hole. "Please, please shove your finger up my arse hole?"

Sandy slapped the back of Elton's head again and said, "Suck! Suck! I don't want to hear any shit. All I want to do is to be sucked. And when you are done sucking me I think I'll let you vacuum the living room rug. Take your cock out and hold it in your hand. I want to look down on it, while you're sucking me."

Elton continued his sucking and tongue lashing of Sandy's pussy. He laid to one side and held his cock in his left hand. It was still only half-hard, but it was dripping wet. He wished that Sandy would touch his cock, but she made no move to do so. Elton ground his hips in a circle and his cock became more wet with his drippings by the second. He felt Sandy's cunt gash and grind against his bruised lips. The spur cock lodged underneath the soft part of his mouth and he sucked harder, "Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."

Sandy continued to buck and writhe underneath Elton's working mouth.

Elton's lips nipped and kissed her pussy lips. The inside ones and the outside ones. His teeth nipped and nibbled all over Sandy's hot wet box. The bucking and grinding became more furious and frantic.

Sandy reached down and grabbed Elton's ball sac. She pulled hard-on his scrotum, trapping both balls in the bottom of the sac. He screamed and her spasms made her twist and pull Elton's balls. "Eiiiiii. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'll twist your fucking balls off. I'll twist your fucking balls off."

Elton felt Sandy's powerful cunt contractions and with each contraction he felt her hand twist harder on his brutalized balls. The pain was intense and whatever hardness he had, left him. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."

Elton's mouth was still cupped, like a suction cup over Sandy's hot clitoris and she screamed, "I'm coming. I'm coming again. Suck harder! Come on cunt lapper. Suck me! Suck me! Oh, I'd love to have you always to suck me. Would you like that?"

Elton relaxed his mouth grip on Sandy's cunt and laid his head on her thigh. He was pleased that Sandy had come so beautifully.

Sandy raised up on her elbows and looked at Elton's face. His eyes were shut and he was breathing hard. "How about fucking me? Put your cock in me. What kind of man are you? You don't even have a hard-on. Don't you want to fuck me? Is that all you're good for. What's with you? You can't even suck good."

The truth of the matter was, that this was one of the best suck jobs Sandy had ever had, but she realized that in order to possess Elton completely body and soul, she must always dominate him in every way and form. Therefore, she would never let him know how good it was. She made up her mind that no matter how good he was, she would always give him hell when he was finished.