Carl van Marcus
Naked and helpless
The spring sunshine was bright and the flirtatious west wind brought a whiff of salt air to her nostrils as Jill Conklin stepped out the door of the garrish pink stucco house on Bay Street and headed down the hill towards Aquatic Park, a battered wooden paint box and large sketch pad under one arm, a webbed folding chair and wooden stool under the other one. She felt an exuberance bubbling through her young body and a curious sense of anticipation, as though something were about to happen. She had felt it since she first awoke in the musty, rose wallpapered room she rented in the eccentric widow's home. Josephine was a "character", a non-stop talker who was into metaphysical digests and painting rocks for her baroque garden, but the rent was dirt cheap – fifty bucks a month – and Jill had kitchen privileges. Fortunately, Josephine retired to her own bedroom at 7:00 each night with a vintage Zenith black and white television set, so the young girl was spared hours of occult monologues – no one ever conversed with Josephine; one listened and nodded one's head.
Still, it was somewhat depressing being in the house, whose furnishings were redolent with time. The grand piano was sadly out of tune; the brocade divan was never sat upon. Josephine lived in the kitchen, where the gas stove provided the only heat in the house. For one so old, she apparently had good circulation. Jill nearly froze to death, and had to wear warm socks and flannel nightgowns to bed. At times, her fingers got so cold she could barely sketch, until she found a cheap old electric heater for $4.00 at a garage sale and ecstatically lugged it home. Josephine seemed almost hurt!
Now, as she walked purposefully past Ghirardelli Square, she felt relieved to be away from her often lonely and tomblike digs. The sun caressed her young scrubbed face, her glossy long brunette waves and the alluring curves of her nubile eighteen year old body. She couldn't fail to notice the admiring looks she drew from both men and women, as she strode proudly down the hill, her pert, braless breasts jostling provocatively under a saffron yellow tank top, and the ripe mounds of her buttocks swaying deliciously in the skin-tight, paint-spattered jeans.
There were street musicians, magicians, tourists, peddlers of every sort and couples walking hand in hand. They all paid tribute to her with their eyes, and some spoke to her with comments and suggestions – both clean and dirty. She had grown accustomed to this sort of attention, and fielded both looks and remarks with aplomb. It was great for the ego and yet, she knew how lonely she really was being a young girl away from home, away from Chris and very much alone in San Francisco. The couples who sat sprawled on the sloping green of the park gave her a pang of remorse, as she remembered Chris… and those wickedly exquisite nights in her bedroom in Kansas City…
Jill's heart fluttered with anticipation as she lay in bed watching the shadows cast by the moonlight on the leaves of the big old oak tree outside her window. He would be appearing soon, climbing over the fence and up the tree like a cat, the muscles in his lean hard frame rippling as he shimmied up the branches. Chris played soccer, he was on the varsity team at college, and he was also a champion diver – and his body mirrored his athletic prowess. He was also a champion muff diver, as Jill had discovered several months ago when she had let him eat her pussy for the first time. Now she looked forward again to what had become almost a nightly ritual with them.
Chris was her first real boyfriend, and certainly the one guy she had let get into her panties – though she wouldn't "go all the way" – no, she just couldn't do that, not yet. She felt guilty, actually, letting him satisfy her without giving him what he wanted – though she finally had played with his penis, and even sucked on it a little bit. But she never made him cum. Well, he knew the rules, after all, and he really loved to eat her… it wasn't her fault if he was willing to put up with the one-sided arrangement. Besides, Chris was in love with her, she knew that, and he figured they would get it on sooner or later…
Jill sucked in her breath as she heard a slight rustle outside. She lay perfectly still. Moments later, a large shadow appeared before the window, and then two hands raised the sash almost noiselessly.
Chris climbed into the room and tiptoed over to the bed, as quiet as an Indian. He was barefoot, as usual – he hated wearing shoes, and his broad muscular chest was bare above dirty Levi's.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, sitting down quickly on the bed and planting his full, sensuous mouth on hers. He kissed her deeply, thrusting his hot tongue into her willing mouth and laving her oral cavity for all he was worth. Jill put her bare arms around his neck and drew him close to her. Her pussy was already tingling with anticipation and her young nipples began to harden under her sheer cotton nightie as they were crushed under the hardness of his bare chest muscles.
Jill's long wavy hair was spread against the soft white pillow as her brawny boyfriend began to move one of his large strong hands up her side and between their bodies, seeking one of her ripe nipples. He continued to French her mouth as he raised up slightly on the other elbow so that his hand could have greater access to her upthrust mound, and he kneaded the pliant flesh between his fingers and churned it round and round, causing the teenage brunette to become even more excited. A feeble mewl from her throat goaded him on, and soon he was fumbling with the flimsy string ties down the front of her gown, exposing more and more of her warm, naked flesh.
Finally, he reared back and straddled her helpless form, sitting on his knees, and parted the nightie completely, leaving Jill totally nude except for the matching bikini panties. Then he bent down to her chest, taking one yearning breast in his mouth and sucking it so hard that she gave a little gasp of pain. He eased up a little then, sucking it more tenderly, and nibbling the erect nipple between his teeth. He turned his attention then to the other breast and repeated his lusting ministrations, causing Jill to go out of her mind with desire. She wanted it so badly! As Chris caressed her firm young breasts, cupping each mound in his hands to suck greedily at the tiny throbbing pink nipples, drawing them one at a time into his mouth so that he could flick his tongue around them, she felt she could almost cum right then!
She moaned with ecstasy, feeling her want building up again in her belly and her pulsing vagina juicy with expectation. She couldn't wait for his tongue. "Finger me, Chris!" she begged, goosebumps forming over her flesh as his eagerly working mouth gently nibbled across her breasts and then up and down along the heated cleavage. She was quivering uncontrollably from the flicking sensual arousal and her voice was thick with excitement.
She felt his big hand slide down her belly and grip the thin cotton panties, sliding them down gingerly over her smooth, sleep thighs and calves. She kicked them off and lay spread eagled, ready for his digital assault. The handsome, brooding youth continued to use his pleasure-giving mouth around her throbbing breasts as he placed his hand on her furry pubic mound and parted the puffy cunt lips with his thumb and middle finger. The breathless girl flinched as the cool night air came in contact with the super-sensitized furrow, now oozing with the secretions of sexual excitement. His hands splayed open the tender lips of her vagina even wider to slip a finger up into the soft slit around her clitoris, the way his tongue was opening the lips of her mouth to find her tongue again. Immediately, the passionate brunette established a grinding movement with her hips, reveling in the wicked sensations his lewd fingering was bringing her. God, she was excited!
Chris' finger slid up and down on the slippery cuntal furrow, massaging every centimeter of her secret passage. She couldn't help herself – she was beginning to cum already!