Andrea Herty

Chained To Desire

Chapter 1

Vern had met Ellen Lanning at the bar, but now they sat in a dimly lit booth in a comer of the large cafe. They sat very close, giggling as they sipped their third margarita and listened to the guitarist some twenty yards away. Vern found it hard to believe that this lovely, very square, young schoolteacher from Los Angeles had come to San Juan, Puerto Rico on her summer vacation with the idea of at last losing her virginity.

A practical business man, Vern did not believe in twenty-eight-year-old virgins. But that's what she'd confided to him, and somehow he believed her. His hand roamed freely up and down her leg beneath the table. He nibbled at her ear. "But why me?" he asked again, excited. He had never fucked a virgin before.

She sighed, pressing her breast against his shoulder. "I told you," she said. "It has to be someone, huh? And you just seem like-well, Mr. Right."

"Are you sure I'm Mr. Right?" he asked, boldly guiding her hand under the table to his swollen, aching hard-on that pressed so hard against his fly he thought it might break.

She groaned, caressing the length of his erect stalk, then cupped his balls with her eager hand. "Ohhh, yesss," she intoned. Then, a trifle embarrassed, she withdrew her hand and glanced nervously about the room to see if anyone had seen her groping. "Please, I-I've told you an awful lot. More than I ever told any man. But it's true…I need you…can't we go to your hotel now?" Her breath came fast, her large breasts rising and falling, the nipples erect beneath the sheer, white blouse.

"Uh-in a minute," Vern said, glancing down at his erection. "I have this slight problem, you see."

Her full lips parted in a trembling smile as she tried to look casual. "Oh, yes," she squeaked. "I see. It's marvelous, Vern. You will forgive me, Vern? I'm shaking all over. I-I don't know why. I mean, I've seen the best porno movies. It isn't as if I-"

She broke off, hugging herself and rocking forward and backward, visibly trembling all over. "Damn it!" she whispered. "You know what this is all about, don't you? I'm afraid it isn't going to happen, Vern. I-I'm terrified you're going to change your mind. I'm terrified youll see some other female you want to sleep with. I need you, Vern. I never thought I'd say that to any man, but it's true. I've waited so long and it's so important. Oh, forgive me." She laid her forehead against his arm and stared down at his hard-on hungrily, obviously embarrassed by her confession. "You can't possibly understand-not possibly."

"You want to bet?" Vern said, patting her head paternally. "Look, men know all about the way you feel. We've been where you are right now a hundred times, a thousand times. Don't worry, Ellen. I won't run off. No chance. Well make it together and it will be good for you. I promise."

He kissed the top of her head then, inhaling the fragrance of the shiny, fight-brown tresses and trying to think his hard-on away so they could leave for his hotel. And then, just two booths to their right, Vern saw a semi-elderly couple engaged in sex play. He couldn't believe his eyes! While the waiter discreetly looked the other way, the woman was sucking off her husband in perfect time to the guitar music! Her blonde-gray head bobbed up and down, up and down, appearing and disappearing beneath the table. Panting, mouth open, the man seemed heavy-lidded, drunk, as his wife gobbled his meat greedily.

"The Americanos are out making terrific reputations for themselves as usual," Vern said. "Look, dear."

Ellen glanced over at the public sex scene, blinked her large, brown eyes in amazement and swallowed. "I don't believe it!" she whispered. "Can't they wait?"

"Guess not," Vern said. "Come on. Let's get out of here while this pole of mine is at least partly soft."

It was a typically humid Caribbean night. The moon was full and the calm surf of Morro Bay showed silver as it splashed flat on the pure, white sand. Vern hailed a publico, and ten minutes later the driver pulled up in front of the Caribe Hilton. The casino was jammed with affluent turistas. Hand in hand, Vern and Ellen entered the elevator, got off at the fifth floor, and then they were alone in Vern's room. He opened the drapes, allowing a good view of the moonlit sea.

Ellen stood staring out and Vern got behind her, encircled her with his arms, cupped her breasts and pressed his rising manhood against her delectable buttocks. She wagged her ass, massaging his prick. Vern licked at her neck and ear, flicked her erect nipple with his thumbs. "God, do I ever want to fuck you," he said.

To his surprise, her hand immediately dropped and began fondling his bone-hard cock. "I want you to do everything to me," she said. "And I want to do everything to you. You-you'll have to forgive me, but I've waited a-a lifetime for this!"

Both hands on his pulsing prong, she slithered to her knees before him then and began kissing his hard-on beneath his trousers. He stared down at her, letting her have her way, letting her mew and rub her cheeks adoringly against his tingling cock and balls.

"Can I trust you?" she asked. "Can I trust you to make it good?"

"You can trust me," he stammered. "Don't worry. You'll come, sugar. I promised, didn't I?" He decided it was time for some male direction. "Take it out, Ellen," he said evenly. "Take my prick out of my pants and do whatever you want. Do what you have to do. It's all right, Ellen. I understand. Take my prick out."

"Yes, yesss," she cried. "Oh, God yesss…"

Her mouth went slack and her eyes grew desperate as she unzipped his fly. And then his expanded cock, tall and thicker and dribbling more than he could ever remember, flopped free for her adoring inspection. She grasped it hard, began showering it with adoring, hungry kisses, cradled it between her chin and heaving chest, babbled incoherently something about maleness. Staring down, Vern could make out only a few of her frenzied phrases. "… big stick…beautifully hard…fuck stick…come in me…lick cock…"

She went on and on that way, in a kind of loving, holy, female chant. It was a beautiful thing to witness, and Vern felt his prick expand as it had never expanded before. It was difficult to believe this young woman was a virgin. Well, he would soon find out, and even if she weren't cherry, what the hell difference did it make? Still the idea of fucking, of initiating a virgin, excited him beyond his wildest expectations.

He reached down and began unbuttoning the back of her blouse while her kisses grew wet against his flesh stalk. He wanted his prick against her sensitive nipples. "You're doing fine," he gasped. "Let's get those tits out. I want 'em against my balls. I wanna feel 'em while you lick my cock. All right?"

"Yes. Ohh, yesss," she chanted, shuddering. "Tell me what to do. I-I'll do anything-everything!"

Her blouse was off now. Vern released her bra clasp and her big tits hung free and milk-white in the moonlight. He palmed the breasts, rolling the dark, erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he pumped slightly with his hips, spearing his hard-on against her neck, cheeks, lips. She rolled her head as if the pleasure she was experiencing was too intense to bear. He then fucked, with steady thrusts, each erect nipple. Without coaxing, she spread the aperture at the end of his cock and inserted one nipple and then the other inside his cock slit.

"You're an imaginative little virgin," he managed.

"I've had lots of time f-for f-fantasies," she murmured.

"Now take it in your mouth," he commanded gently. "Take my hard-on all the way inside your mouth and nurse on it." Suddenly, he held her head, stopping her hungry lunge. "No, first lick the head…lick it clean."

She obeyed, lapping hungrily and appreciatively and swallowing from time to time, until he instructed her to stop. He noticed then that her hand had dropped to her vagina. Yes, she had spread her knees on the floor slightly, put her hand up under her dress and had begun manually stimulating her cunt while licking his prick. He wished there was some way to rub her love nub while she sucked his rod, but that was not possible because he wanted her down there in front of him on her knees. That would come later. Yes, he would tongue her cunt.

He had never before felt the urge to dominate a female, to play "master," but for some inexplicable reason Ellen brought out some new and dormant need. "Don't make yourself come," he ordered. "Leave that to me!"

"Yes," she answered, her facial muscles twitching.

He raised her chin and stared into her pleading eyes. "Now I want you to suck my rod," he said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth nice and slow. You're going to be my cocksucker before we fuck, all right?"

"I told you before I want to do anything, everything," she said. "You can come that way if you want," she said. "I-I want you to. Go ahead and come in my mouth if you want to, hmm?"

"We'll see," Vern said. "There's plenty of time for everything. Right now just go ahead and suck it for a while. We'll see."

Vern ran his fingers along her scalp, holding her head firmly, and began easing his bulbous cockhead between her willing, swollen lips. She took to cock-sucking beautifully, as though she had been practicing all her life on knockwurst. He feasted his eyes on her hollowed cheeks as she dined mewingly, taking more and more of his flesh wedge into her mouth. like an eager horse, he let her have a little at a time, feeding it to her until half of his wanger was inside the gulping mouth, nearing the back of her throat, brushing the sides of the saliva-wet cavern. And then it was in as far as it would go, jabbing at the back of her throat while she grunted for more and kneaded his scrotum as if to coax forth the sperm in readiness there. Twice she took his prick from her mouth and drew his testicles slowly, gently, lovingly, inside her mouth, too.

Finally, when the tempo on his stalk became too frantic, and the sight of his prick worrying the inner folds of her mouth too stimulating for safety, he forced himself to withdraw completely and raised her to her feet. "Not in your mouth," he gasped. "Not yet!"

She protested briefly, begging him to come in her mouth, but she quieted when he spread her legs wide and slid his prick between her legs, so that it protruded beyond her ass and she could ride it and apply prick pressure whenever she pleased. Her skirt and panties were still on and Vern savored the feel of the silken, wet panties between his swollen flesh spear and her cunt and rectum.

He let her ride him that way, making a pleasure rail of his erect meat as he rubbed and sucked her tits. Finally, abruptly, he denied her his shaft, hastily stripped her naked, placed her left leg up on the chair arm, palmed her dripping labia and continued to suck her tits.

Her ecstatic groans rose incredibly, delicious to his ears, and gradually he traced the outline of her hole until his middle finger exerted pressure. She threw her head back, bucked involuntarily, then grabbed his wrist. He had not been able to tell if she was a virgin, and it occurred to him that he would not know for sure even if she was. He had never fucked a virgin before, so how would he know?

"Please, Vern!" she said. "I told you-this is my first time. I'm not scared exactly, but will you go easy?"

"Of course," he said. "Trust me. I won't hurt you. HI just play with your clit for a while and then-"

The thought of the tight, virgin cunt filled his mouth with saliva. Suddenly he dropped to his knees and began gorging himself on the tight, young snatch. Gulping, he licked her fiercely from tailbone to clit while her nails dug into his scalp, his back.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she pleaded through clenched teeth. "Don't ever stop! Gawd, don't stop! Ohhhhh, kiss it… Make love to it!"

He was concentrating solely on her clitoris now, wagging his head from side to side, his tongue tantalizing her nerve center. Then, slowly, he eased his middle finger into her tight channel as he licked the expanded love nub harder, harder. The eager, dripping twat clenched his finger like a rubber band. He felt no barrier, no virgin membrane. Yes, she could be a virgin. It was un-likely that a twenty-eight-year-old virgin would retain such a membrane. There was horseback riding, the possibility of an experimental finger, all the things he'd heard…

What the hell was he thinking of, he asked himself. What the hell difference did it make anyway? Still, he found himself asking in the middle of finger-fucking this delectable female the telltale question. "Has anyone done this to y-you before? Ever…done…it…to yourself?"

It was a stupid question. He was surprised she answered it. "Yes…a long time ago…just playing around with a sorority sister…didn't mean anything…wanted a man, but I-I was afraid. I wanted a prick, Vern. Your prick, Vern. Give me your prick…now!"

The thought of his prick up inside Ellen's tight cunt was driving him mad. He had never felt such fierce need to imbed his prick into a cunt before. At the same time, though, he wanted to make this first fuck for Ellen an experience she would treasure for a lifetime. Control yourself, Vern, he told himself. Just a bit more foreplay on the bed, and then you can give her the fucking to end all fucks. No, the fucking to begin all fucks! Stay in control, boy…stay in command.

For the first time in his life, he carried a woman. He carried Ellen to the bed, hastily stripped her naked, undressed himself, then lay down on the bed beside her. They lay on their sides, facing each other. Vern's pole still stood straight, rock-hard, throbbing, and instantly Ellen's soft hands grasped it. He let her jack on his rod while he nursed on her heaving tits. His right hand teased her clitoris while his left hand roamed over her back and tensed buttocks. Over and over again, she murmured groaning tributes to his beautiful prick and his skill as a lover.

She lunged with her mouth for his cock suddenly and he let her munch on it for a full minute before he pulled her back up, facing him again. He rubbed her clit harder now as he continued nursing lovingly and thoroughly at her breasts. The nipples were enormous now and he took his time, making a meal of them, twirling his tongue and drawing each one alternately deep into his mouth.

Suddenly she grew very tense and began trembling violently. He knew that signal and immediately ceased fingering her clit "Almost came, huh?"

"Oh, yesss," she said breathlessly. Then, "It's heaven almost coming, but not quite. It makes the coming so much more intense when you go to the brink a few times first."

"True," Vern said. "But how does a virgin know that?"

She gave his balls an affectionate squeeze. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean nobody ever touched me there before. Also, I-I have a right hand, you know."

Vern had to smile. For some reason, the thought of females masturbating had always intrigued him. He reached down and manipulated his rod so that the head entered her hot-slick channel just a bit. Then he moved his prick so that it pressed against her love nub.

"Umm," he said. "I love the preliminary sampling. Yes, you're quite right, Ellen. Fucking is a lot better when you fool around for a long time first." He wiped his prong lingeringly along the length of her vagina. "Men love that pussy heat," he said. "Men will do anything for that bee-uht-eefull heat."

"I understand," Ellen said. "With me it's the boobies. Play with my breasts long enough and I'll follow you anywhere."

"I'll make a mental note of that," he "said.

Vern was surprised at the logic of their conversation. Their voices were excited and quivering, but still they spoke rationally. And then Ellen gave the base of his prick a hard, lustful squeeze.

"W-Why don't you put it in now?" she stammered. She groped his testicles now, too, as she palmed his pulsing meat. "G-Go ahead and put it in, please?"

"No, I don't think so," Vern said. "Let's touch each other for a while longer. Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I love touching every hill and valley of your body this way. I love what you're doing to my cock, too. Does it feel good for you?" He wanted to hear her lust-filled husky voice say it was good.

"Better than anything. Yesss…ummm."

They went on that way, conducting the preliminaries, talking delicious nonsense until, finally, Vern could restrain himself no longer. He began a kissing descent, licking her rib cage, her navel, her silken pubic mound. And then his tongue was lapping at her nerve center, the fragrance of her vagina filling his nostrils. She lay on her back now, legs spread wide, and she thrust up at him gently as he feasted on the little flesh gathering, her love bud. Her voice became an urgent chant as he tongued her clit rhythmically, then wagged his tongue back and forth, kissed it, nursed on it, pampered it while his right hand continued manipulating her erect nipples above. With his other hand he palmed her pubic mound to guide her hip thrusts at his mouth.

He could hear her moaning despite her smooth inner thighs pressing against his cheeks and ears. Hungrily, he licked the fresh, tight cunt while her moaning became ecstatic. And then she began trembling uncontrollably and clutching at his scalp with her nails. Then, gasping and shuddering, she shoved his mouth from her hole and said she didn't want to come that way.

"I-I want to come with your prick," she said. "Your lovely male prick. It has to be with a prick this time…the first time in my life with a-a cock!"

"I understand," Vern said. "Okay then, let's fuck, baby. Let me up there inside you."

To his amazement, she said she wanted to "taste" him for a moment first. He complied, rolling over onto his back, but she had something else in mind-apparently a fantasy she'd entertained for a long time. Instead of going down on him directly, she moved so that her back pressed against the padded headboard, asked him to straddle her with his knees and fuck her mouth.

He obeyed, and it was beautiful watching the innocent mouth ingest his prick almost to the hilt. Bracing himself with his hands against the wall above the headboard, he stared down and savored the slow, saliva-slick entry and exit of his bursting member between the full lips. As he fucked her mouth this way, he massaged her tits and, reaching behind him, fingered her clit with one hand. "Erghmmm…Arghmmm," she grunted as she sucked.

She began jiggling his balls very rapidly with one hand as she sucked, and when she began stimulating his rectal area with the edge of her palm he knew he had to pull out. He had almost come! Gasping, he gave himself a ten-second breather while fingering her cunt, and then he moved between her legs, holding his dribbling shaft in his right hand. With his left hand, he made a pedestal of her cunt and began easing his prickhead into the tight, gushing channel.

Bleary-eyed with lust, she reached down and grabbed his prong to hasten the insertion. She was very snug, though, and winced with pain. Vern waited a moment, then resumed feeding his hard-on into her. Deeper, deeper, he probed, but it was very tight-going.

"Fuck me! Oh, give it to me! Vern, hurry up and fuck me!" Ellen cried.

There was both pain and pleasure in her voice as Vern eased his shaft in deeper, finding incredible relief within the tight, virgin cunt. If she weren't a virgin, she was the tightest non-virgin in existence! The clenching, slick walls of her vagina seemed to clutch every pore of his prick. His eyeballs seemed to press against the top of his head. Ellen's twat was scalding and mercury-slick.

"Ohhh, Jesus!" she groaned through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, fuck me…fucking…oh, fucking is beautiful!"

She worked her ass in a steady, grinding motion to feel every inch of the bone-hard prong. "Purr-fect! It's purr-fect!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

Vern worked on her skillfully and gently for a long time, reveling in the thought that his was the first male organ to pierce this lovely, needy female. But then, inevitably, he increased the tempo, began slamming down harder into the tight, flowing cunt. He heard his name being repeated over and over again in staccato breath gasps. He held her pumping ass in one hand, teasing her rectum with his middle finger, as he drove steadily and mightily into the depths of the velvet-textured vagina.

His palm was filled with her lubricant, her head tossed from side to side, and her ecstatic squeals filled the room. And then she was shrieking in his ear. "Vern, now! God, now! I'm com-ming nowwww! Stick me…stick meeee…

Vern turned on his come-button then, felt the tingling begin deep down in his groin, work upward through his shaft until he could feel his balls pumping out their contents into the tight, spasming vagina.

They lay loosely clasped and shuddering then for a long time as they recovered from their simultaneous climaxes. Finally, Vern rolled off and over onto his back. Satiated, triumphant, he stared up at the ceiling. Ellen snuggled up to him and whispered, "Now I know what it is," she purred. "Total and absolute relief. Thank you. I'm a woman at last." She kissed him gratefully on the cheek.

"I'm glad you live in Los Angeles," Vern said. "Because I live there too." He shushed her with his hand before she could speak. "Yes, I live in Beverly Hills and I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

And that was the night he had deflowered the virgin in San Juan, Puerto Rico, almost two years ago, and now the virgin was no longer a virgin. She was a bit overweight, flabby and, in fact, at times burden-some…

Chapter 2

Once again, Vera Shipley had enjoyed a most productive and profitable day at Shipley Research Incorporated. He stretched, yawning, rose from his desk, gazed out his office window at the crisp October afternoon and impetuously decided to leave the office at four instead of five. Yes, he would drive a few buckets of golf balls before his usual mind-blowing bed session with Ellen Lanning at her condominium on Wilshire Boulevard.

He stepped into his private John, washed his hands and combed his thick black hair. Vern liked to look at himself in the mirror. At thirty-five, he was slim, handsome, in excellent physical condition and president of his own thriving market research firm here in Beverly Hills. Why shouldn't I leave the office early, he asked himself. I've earned the right. Hell, yes. "Make no mistake about it-I am the president of Shipley Research Incorporated!" he whispered. Vern then savored the idea that he could drive as many buckets of balls as he pleased and arrive whenever he felt like arriving at Ellen's. He had bought her the luxurious condominium last month, she adored him and hungered for his body, and so she would forgive his lateness just as she tolerated his sarcasm, verbal abuse, nagging, criticism, whatever.

Vern winked at himself in the mirror, then stepped into the office adjacent to his. Stan Kettering, his associate, was scowling as he studied the latest computer reports on Wyatt Enterprises, a new client of the firm's. Stan was married, white-haired, almost fifty, and always worked late.