down the valley and around the hillocks of his rear. On each time around or so, she dug her tongue into Hank's hairy anus, forcing it into his rectum as deep as it could possibly go.
While she was paying homage to his hairy porthole, Ruthie was doing a job and a half on his pole.
She pulled her sweet little mouth off of the stiff rod, and moved down to his scrotal sac. After nudging and rubbing his balls with her little nose, she hungrily sucked both of his testicles into her mouth. Inside her warm, wet oral cavity, she flicked her hard tongue back and forth over them, popping them around this way and that in her mouth.
Hank inhaled and tried not to get too hot, but it was a losing battle. He loved what they were doing. He loved the way they were doing it! There were no two ways about it, he was hot… and getting hotter!
Ruthie let Hank's balls slowly pop out of her mouth. She licked around the base of his swollen rod, puckered her mouth up and ran it up and down the outside of his prick. Hank breathed an 'Ahhh!' in response.
I can't believe this, he told himself. Wow! What a feeling! He opened his eyes and looked down at Ruthie, who had just gobbled up his dick again, working over the head by flicking her tongue back and forth over it.
It gave him a sense of superiority in a way — even a feeling of power — having two lush teen-ager's worshiping his pee-rod and shit-hole with their mouths and tongues.
Ruthie was sucking on his fat meat like she wanted to suck the come right out of it. And the way it felt, he knew that's probably just what she was going to do any minute now.
'Eat it, little girl, eat it! You want me to come into your mouth, I'll bet. Don't you?'
'Um-m-m,' Ruthie resonated around Hank's prick.
'I bet you love hot come. I bet you eat it like honey, swallow it like warm milk.'
Ruthie bobbed her head up and down in an energetic confirmation of his statements.
'Well, keep that suction machine going, and it won't be long now. It won't be long before you'll taste that creamy gism. Ohhhh!' Hank croaked in a lewd whisper.
Ruthie applied herself with renewed vigor to his rock-hard manhood. Meanwhile, Peggy, who had bathed, lubricated, and tongue-fucked his bunghole, realized it was time for her next move.
With her forefinger, she massaged his hole, rimming it with light strokes. Then, just as Ruthie had Hank's balls buzzing, Peggy rammed her finger straight into Hank's hole, right up into his intestinal tract.
Hank howled, but not with pain, for Peggy's finger was still drenched in oil from before. No, Hank howled with almost unbearable pleasure.
The feeling of delight sparked through him like electricity. Peggy expertly reamed out the inside of his smelly hole, enhancing the sexual sensation of Ruthie sucking his prick with a suction he could feel all the way back in his balls.
The juices rumbled into his swollen scrotal sac with the rumblings of a volcano before it erupts. Hank's head swirled with the sensations that assailed his senses. He thought he would go mad!
And at the very instant when he felt he couldn't stand one more thrill, one more ounce of delight or pleasure, at the very instant his senses were filled to overflowing, his head reeling, his balls bulging from the pressure, at that instant, the world exploded into a million pieces, and Hank shot through space surrounded by multicolored starbursts of a billion nebulae. In short, Hank came, shooting his wad into the eager mouth of the perverted, blonde teen-ager.
Screaming, howling, twisting, turning, Hank, for the third, and most outrageous time, had offered his juices up on the altar of sex.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When he awoke the next morning, the girls were gone. He lay on the bed savoring the madness of the night before. But in the cold light of dawn, he began to realize something was a bit wrong. He had the unpleasant feeling that his seduction of the innocent looking, little teen-age girl hadn't gone exactly as he had meant it to go.
The whole purpose of the exercise had been to prove his manhood and virility by his seducing an innocent little girl, by taking a little, unfeeling lump and arousing her animal passions through his skillfulness as a real sex master. Taking someone who had no thoughts of lust towards him and instilling her with passion and desire. That's what he felt he had to do to prove himself, but something was wrong…
He thought back to the innocent little gestures Peggy had made at the table in the cocktail lounge. He remembered how she had grabbed him as soon as they had entered the hotel room and unzipped his fly. Then, when he had seemed taken aback, she had rezipped his trousers and gone into that mind-warping dance.
'Why, I didn't seduce her,' Hank gasped, as the total realization of the evening rushed over him. 'She seduced me! That flaming, innocent looking, little nymphomaniac, seduced me! And her girlfriend… Fuck it to hell! I've been had!'
Far from being flattered, Hank was wiped out. His purpose had not been to be seduced, but to seduce someone.
Well, that was then, and this was now. And right now Hank wanted more than anything else for some girl to walk up to him and make a pass at him. Right now he wanted to be seduced! He needed to be seduced! It would be proof of his desirability, a reaffirmation of his manhood if only some really stacked broad would approach him, proposition him… for free… and hand him back his cock, his balls, his way back to the human race and success. He knew if some girl would do that to him now, he could be a winner again. He would be a winner again, and he'd make a comeback, beginning with his cock.
He thought of his wife. 'Dry cunt!' he had screamed at her, as she had derided his manhood. 'Dry, fucking cunt!' And she had responded with withering remarks about his limp and lifeless prick.
Sex between them was nonexistent. No longer did they take pleasure in each other. No longer did he thrill to her touch. No longer did her cunt juices flow for his cock. Their marriage dissolved into barren bitterness, and he hated her! He hated the way she had made him feel, unmanly, impotent. But it hadn't always been that way. And who would have thought from the way it began, that that's the way it would have ended.
Hank and his wife had met in college. She was a Texas girl. Not from Dallas or Houston or San Antonio, or anywhere nationally known like that. She was from a little town outside of Abilene. But, as Hank was soon to learn, the little town she was from was famous, more famous in its own way than all of the other Texas towns put together.
Hank found out about it on their first date, the night after the big game when he spotted her standing apart from the other autograph hounds. He watched her. She was beautiful, but pretty aloof. That intrigued Hank, and he approached her. Sparks flew that first moment when their eyes met.
All the while Hank was showering and changing, he knew one thing for sure. It was going to be a hot and heavy night! It was, too, but not in the way he had expected. Even after all these years, with all of their ensuing bitterness, looking back, Hank wouldn't have changed one second of that night for anything else… not one second of it.
They were pretty heavy into petting that evening. It was a very private grope session punctuated by a lot of panting, hot breaths and sighs. Hank was pushing hard for penetration. She was resisting. It made him angry because he was used to having his way with women. He didn't like this business of feeling frustrated in the least little bit.
He persisted. She resisted. Finally, when he was ready to dump her out of the car onto the roadside and speed away, burning rubber for at least two miles, she began to soften. She began to back off a bit from her untenable (at least that's how Hank considered it) position.
'Look, honey,' she said quite frankly, 'I can't let you in.'
'Why not?' young Hank screamed for what seemed like the ten-thousandth time.
'Because it's against my principles, that's why.' Cathy explained with the same candor. 'It may sound funny in this day and age, but you have to remember I'm from a little bitty town in Texas. And a girl's brought up there to believe she should enter her marriage bed as a virgin.'
'What the hell kind of dumb thing is that?' Hank yelled in anguish. He'd had a lot of lines pulled on him, but they were almost always to get his cock out of his pants, not to keep it there.
'Now honey, I know how you must feel, but this doesn't mean we can't have sex.'
