The ugly blue veins marred the masculine beauty of his penis. She trembled like a leaf, her excitement turning into an awful dread. A twinge of revulsion shivered down her spine. I can't put that ugly thing inside me, she thought. God, that taste must be awful, simply awful. Adams pulled her close and with a jerk of his cock ended her fears and traumas once and for all. Because he was inside her mouth with a sudden movement of his hips.
The taste was quite pleasing, if somewhat salty. It surprised her that she didn't puke. His dick had seemed so raw and brutal up close, the smell of his anxious sex seemed to drip from the cock just as it dripped from her cunt hole. Adams thrusted in and out of her face, filling her cheeks, raking her lips with his hard shaft. "Baby, suck it! Suck it!" he was saying, pistoning her trembling lips.
His finger fished the soft, warm void of her cooze. So wet and nice, he wanted to push his dick into her slit and leave it in until he came. His blood pumped through his arteries, his tortured nerves screaming for satisfaction. Adams had reached a peak and he drunkenly screamed at her once again to satisfy his sexual passions.
"I can't hold it much longer," he bellowed. "Do it, baby, do it."
Her face came forward, his dick slid in all the way and her wonderful, luscious lips came down on him, wrapping like twin caterpillars around his sex pole.
He jerked and twisted violently causing Alice to suck in her breath as she lunged against him, his glans touching the back of her throat.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" Adams screamed. He bucked his hips off the seat and pushed his inflamed member in as far as he could go. "Suck it! Suck it!!" he said weakly, then exhausted he drained his sperm out into her face.
"Wow!" It was the first word that came to Alice's mind. She screamed and clutched the man's balls, squeezing softly. Sperm flowed thick and hot into her gulping mouth. As she squeezed on his cock more sperm came out. She was gulping and sucking on his spurting tool. Sex had eluded her for so many hears, that when it came she responded surprisingly like she had been fucking and sucking for years.
The viscous fluid caught her square and unable to keep up with his urgent demands, some seed dribbled out her mouth. "Yesss!!" bellowed Adams as he shot jet after jet of sticky semen into her face. His balls jerked in their sac.
She licked and sucked and squeezed his aching nuts until Adams wanted to scream. He had not been prepared for Alice's reaction, just as she had not been prepared for his aggressive lovemaking. He had fucked lots of girls in his seventeen fun-filled years, but nothing came close to the excitement he shared with this fourteen-year-old broach. Boy, could she suck cock! It was sensational! His hand that was buried in her crotch was sopping wet with juice. He pulled out of her pants, and held his fingers under her nose.
"Smell it, sweetheart," he said, truly surprised that a girl who had just been raped, or at least forced to suck him off could enjoy herself so much. He held the fingers under her nostrils and gave her a good whiff. "That's you, baby," he said. "You fucking came."
That was good for a laugh and Adams rolled back his head and laughed until tears streamed down his face. He continued to hunch his cock into Alice's willing mouth. They stayed glued to each other for what seemed hours before he finally pulled out.
"SO that's what sex is all about," said Alice.
Certainly was nothing to be frightened about.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dear Sis,
Well, it finally happened. And right before the swim meet too I'm talking about my virginity in case you're wondering. How about that. Your little sister finally got laid. Well, sorta, anyway I'm no longer the town outcast and I've finally gotten down to talking with boys which is something I've been meaning to do, but never had the guts. You know how us virgins are or were I should say.
The nationals are this week and by the time you get this letter the meet will be over and hopefully I'll have a handful of medals to show off next to yours. I'm a tenth of one second off your 100 butterfly time and I hate to upset you, but Bert thinks I've got a shot at your record. Sorry, sis, but that's how us competitors are.
And speaking of family. Ma is gone and maybe not coming back this time. She hasn't written in a couple of months so I figure she's had enough of Dad. Can't say as I blame her. The old man has been really off his rocker. I try to keep out of his way, it's rough. He drinks most of the night and occasionally I'm awake to hear him come weaving home singing and carrying on.
I walked in on Dad in the bathroom by mistake. You thought the old man was just a boozer, but I saw him flopped down on the commode whacking his meat for everything he was worth. The old guy was really horny if you can imagine! Not only that, he was groaning and screaming while his hand went up and down his dong. He got really big and thick jerking off. It was the first time I'd ever seen that and I damn near laughed out loud. Crazy isn't it. I managed to get away without him seeing me. He was jerking off pretty regular and I guess that's ok for him. But a couple of times I've waken up and found Dad standing in my bedroom drunk and mumbling something I couldn't understand. Well, I had to get him out, but it's scary. Why does he have to wander into my bedroom at night for God's sake?
Well, anyway that's the news from this end. I can barely wait for the nationals to start. I feel like a watch spring that has been wound too tight. It'll get better once the competition starts.
Sorry, I have to end my letter here. I wanted to tell you about Bert and especially about Nick Adams but that will just have to wait until next time.
Wish me luck,
Alice
She folded the letter and stuffed it into a white envelope which she stamped and put in the mailbox; when Alice dragged herself home from practice that night, she glanced up, saw the letter gone and gave no more thought to writing her sister.
The nationals were only a day off and she understandably was concerned with her times and health. Alice had developed a cold and was taking a variety of drugs, all illegal according to the swimming bylaws and would have to be stopped that day if her system was to flush the drugs out.
Wrapped up in her own problems, Alice did not recognize the subtle change in her father. He was still drinking heavily but the glassy stare had been replaced by a steely – some would say lusty – gaze, catching every detail of his young daughter.
On the way home from the gas station, he had seen the letter sticking out of the mailbox and quickly glancing at the last name on the front, opened the envelope and read the letter addressed to his older daughter. His lips moved as he read and when he got to the final paragraph a smile spread slowly across his face. His fingers trembled, shaking the one-page letter and it took three readings before he finally crumpled the letter up into an ash tray and burned it.
Mr. Dilly went to the kitchen where a full quart of bourbon was hidden behind the five-pound sack of flour in the top cabinet. He brought the bottle down, took several straight hits until the eighty-proof mash whiskey warmed his gut. Only then could he face the full reality of what he had read. His cock, loose as a throwing rope flickered alive. He reached in his pants and jerked the shaft, smiling as he thought of his darling, innocent daughter walking in on her old man jerking his cock.
The reason he was jerking his dick and not using it was her, as if the little sucker didn't know that. Who the hell did she think the old man was dreaming of as his cock spurted sperm into the toilet.