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CRYSTAL'S DIRTY SECRET

She couldn't bear the thought of surrendering to passion... but she
wanted it so badly! But someone had left his mark on her....


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Crystal's Dirty Secret


(F, voy, MF, nc)
by: Punchinello



Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 1964

I met Crystal when I was out of town on an extended project in the
Midwest. She was working at a jewelry store and sold me an expensive
watch. When I returned to the store to have the watch band refitted, I
got her number. I called her later and asked her out to dinner and a
movie.

Crystal was a beautiful 22-year-old originally from Florida, with
French and Italian blood in her family that gave her dark, creamy skin
and straight black hair with a soft natural wave most women would kill
for. And she had large, expressive eyes with an amazing blue-gray
color that made my head swim the first time--and every time--I looked
into them, especially when she pursed her pouty lips.

She was slender, but rather tall--nearly as tall as my 5' 10" when she
wore heels--with nice B-cup tits that stood out, firm and pointed. I
was hot to get a good look at those tits.

The dinner conversation was pleasant--chatty even. I learned about
Crystal's family, that she was still new to the area, and that she
worked a regular day job in the city with a corporate recruiting firm.
The jewelry store job was just a part-time thing she continued after
getting the corporate gig. I told her about my job as a salesman and
the travel it required. I didn't tell her I was several years older
than she was, even when she mentioned explicitly she was just 22.

We had a good time going out together, even engaging in some nice deep
kissing outside her car at the end of our second date. We had met at
the restaurant and then driven together to the theater. Crystal was
very warm and responsive, holding me tightly as we kissed, sighing
lightly when I kissed her throat. I got hard immediately, in spite of
knowing she fully intended to drive away and sleep alone that night.
But pressing my stiffening cock against her flat stomach felt so
good--and didn't seem to put her off one bit. Even so, we parted
reluctantly and got into our separate cars, promising to talk again
and find something more to do than just dinner and a movie.

When we talked again, I made a couple of suggestions, but made sure to
include dinner at her place with a little music. Crystal liked that
idea, so I got directions.



When big night came, I made sure to be carrying a rubber. From our
previous encounters, Crystal seemed very warm and willing, so that
night would probably be "the" night. She had cooked chicken breast and
rice, which we ate right away. Then we turned on the TV and found an
old romantic comedy, something neither of us had seen.

The movie was a perfect mood-setting tear-jerker--the female lead even
shared a medical condition with Crystal's little brother. Afterwards,
we fell into a serious round of heavy petting--deep, wet kisses; firm
embraces; gentle groping. Her skirt was riding her smooth thighs; her
hair tousled and wild. But when I went down for the final
stroke--pulling her shirt off--she stopped me.

"I've got to get up early," she said apologetically.

Aaargh! I was intensely, severely, *critically*, turned on and had to
work hard to take no for an answer. I coaxed her gently to give in to
the temptation, but she was firm in her decision--tonight would *not*
be "the" night.

I adjusted my poor throbbing hard-on a little more comfortably in my
pants and went to put on my coat. We stood for a long minute near the
door, holding each other, kissing hotly, and getting in a few last,
desperate squeezes before I left. I promised to call her, which she
eagerly agreed to.

All the way home, I ground my teeth and massaged my aching wood. I'm a
patient man, though, and willing to bide my time with such a beautiful
girl. I wanted this to be a meaningful relationship, and I understood
Crystal might be wary of taking me into her bed too soon. I tried to
relax and tell myself that she would feel bad enough now that she
would go out of her way to please me next time.

But that night, I jacked off to the fantasy of pulling Crystal's naked
little body down onto my rigid shaft, rolling over on top of her, and
fucking her to a screaming, gasping, flailing orgasm before pulling
out and shooting my come on her tits and into her open, eager mouth.



The next time we talked, Crystal told me how she had signed up for
classes at the community college. She had seemed intimidated by my
corporate job and fancy title, even though I'm not that much different
from the zombies she worked with at her corporate recruiting
firm--although rather more highly-paid, to be sure. I was afraid it
had tipped the scales in her decision about getting the degree in
business she had been contemplating.

We made another date for her place: pizza and television--prelude to a
night of wild fucking. She was in black Capri pants and crisp white
blouse. It didn't take us long to finish our pizza and get into the
same heavy petting we'd done before. I kissed her neck, her throat,
her chin. She moaned and wrapped one leg around me, kissing me back
each time my mouth came close to hers.

I slid down her body, gently kneading her lovely tits, kissing them
through her white cotton shirt, making my way down to her bare
midriff. I pushed up her shirt and tugged at the waistband of her
Capri pants as I kissed the soft curve of her belly. Crystal gasped
and held my head in both hands close against her.

I peeled her pants down partway to her panty line and tongued the bare
skin that was revealed. I kissed my way back up her bare stomach,
pushing her shirt as I went, all the way up to her tits.

Crystal's breathing was heavy and ragged. "No," she whimpered. "No, I
can't."

Fuck!



I left Crystal's apartment, but I hung around. I watched her through
her window as she got ready for bed. She stripped down to her bra and
panties and ran her hands up and down her body. She had a sleek body
with smooth, olive skin to die for. She snapped off her bra and gave a
squeeze to those pointed tits I'd been dying to see. Then she peeled
off her panties, showing off the tightest, roundest ass I'd ever seen.
My cock was throbbing!

Crystal lay back on her bed and caressed her small breasts. One hand
wandered down between her legs and stroked herself gently. I could
hear her breathing through the crack in the window as she stroked her
pussy and began to fantasize. I could feel my fingers press hard
against her, rubbing her hot clit and smearing her love juices over
her crotch just as hers did.

Soon, she began to writhe and whimper. Her imaginary lover spread her
long legs roughly and forced his hand harder against her wet mound.
She protested, murmuring "No, please. I can't." But she stroked
herself with a quick, rhythmic pace, building slowly toward a frenzy.

She threw one leg over the bedpost and pumped harder. "Oh! Don't make
me!" she pleaded to no one. Her soft breathing broke into heavy,
labored pants, and I recognized the sound of her warm, wet sex sucking
at her fingers. She rubbed her pussy harder and fingered her clit with
her other hand. Her pants became moans of pleasure. Her hips bucked in
rhythm with her fervent fingering.

"Oh, please!" she moaned aloud to her fantasy lover. "Mmmm, ahh. I
can't. Please, stop. Oh! It's dirty!" I could see her nearing climax,
peaking at total satisfaction. "No, no, no, no," she told her fantasy
man. "Ooh, ooh, oh, uh, uh.... You'll make me cum! Ah, ah, oh, oh,
yes, mmm, mmm."

Crystal abandoned herself completely to her pleasure, frigging madly,
crying out, thrusting and bucking with abandon. "Oh, OH! Oh, yeah. OH!
OH! OH! AH! AH! YES! Oh God! Oh yes! Mmmmm."

At last, the slender woman calmed, completely spent, her hands and
thighs wet and sticky with her own sex juices. She smelled her own
pussy.

Then she rolled over, stuck that perfect round ass in the air.

Across both firm cheeks was written--tattooed obviously--FILTHY WHORE
in fancy lettering. I nearly choked.



I called Crystal up and asked her out again. She had to work, but I
suggested we should talk. She said she would come by my hotel room.
Maybe a change of venue would change her attitude.

When she showed up, she was wearing some new glasses. She hadn't worn
glasses before, and it was kind of a turn-on. I love chicks in
glasses. I can't explain it. I told her that I thought she looked
great. She looked like a college girl for sure now. She was shy. She
knew something was up.

We talked about our relationship, how it was going nowhere. "I don't
know why you're holding back," I said slowly, "but I don't want to
pressure you. I thought we could have a good time together even if it
doesn't last forever."

"I'm sorry," Crystal said, seeming to be on the verge of tears. "I-- I
don't know--"

I was in my bare feet and tucked them up under me on the sofa. "It's
okay," I reassured her. "I only want what you want. If you don't want
to get into a relationship that's not going to last, I understand."

"It's not that," she said, sighing heavily. She was touching me,
holding my hands, desperately wanting to confess everything. I played
dumb.

"What is it, then?"

And at last she gave in. She kissed me hard, urgently. A tear rolled
down her cheek as she did, and she whispered, "Please."

This was too much. No time for a rubber. I started fondling her,
touching her everywhere, kissing her back softly, with playful kisses
and teasing tongue. She moaned softly when I kissed her neck, dragging
my tongue down her throat toward her breasts. I wanted inside her
shirt badly, and this time she seemed ready.

But all too soon, Crystal was backing off, pushing me away gently, but
insistently. "I-- I *can't*," she cried, the tears rolling now. But I
wouldn't be stopped so easily this time.

"I'm not letting you go," I said. "I know you want this. Why can't you
admit it?"

"Please," she begged. "I can't." She turned away.

"I can," I said, and I held her from behind and began to unbutton her
shirt. She cried harder, her body shaking now, one moment fighting me,
and another moment helping to take off her clothes. She moaned as much
as she cried, unable to go through with it but unable to stop. When I
had her top off, her bra unsnapped, and opened to see those beautiful
breasts, she kissed me again, hot and full of passion, pushing me to
the bed, whispering something I couldn't make out.

Finally, Crystal lay back and surrendered. I held her bare midriff and
kissed her breasts and nipples, making her moan and whimper. They were
so wonderfully soft, smooth, and dark, her olive skin flushed and
willing. But her lips still protested. "I'm not this kind of girl,"
she whimpered. "I'm not a little tramp."

I knew what kind of girl she was.

I pulled off my shirt and began undoing her skirt, but she stopped me
again. "Please don't," she begged. "I can't. *I really can't*."

"Whatever is stopping you, Crystal, it's okay," I said. "But we both
want this. I want to make love to you, and I'm not going to stop."

"You don't understand," she protested. It didn't matter. I pushed her
hands out of the way and pulled off her skirt and tugged at her pink
panties. "Wait, wait," she begged. I stopped and looked into her eyes.
"Just let me-- I don't want to turn over. I-- I have a back problem."

Finally! At last, this sweet little liar was going to let me fuck her.
"I'll be gentle," I said. I pulled down her panties, licking my lips
at the sight of that dark thatch of pussy hair. Her pink slit was wet
and ready.

Having figured out a strategy to keep her secret safe, Crystal was now
eager to get it on. She pulled open my pants and pushed them down. The
growing bulge in my shorts lit up her eyes. I brushed the tears away
from her eyes and asked her, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she said, and lay back on the bed. I stood at the edge of the
bed and pulled her closer. I pushed down my shorts and stepped out of
them, half-erect and growing. The soft, slim nude in front of me
spread her legs and guided me down on top of her, taking my cocking
her small hand and pulling me into her.

"Ohh!" Crystal moaned and gasped as my cock filled her. I wanted to
jam it inside her hard and make her beg me to stop, but I wanted to
keep up the fa㌢de of the gentle lover. Not that it mattered. She
pulled me hard into her by the hips and rocked back and forth as our
sexes met again and again. Any pretense about her bad back was
forgotten as her body fucked mine willingly, lustily. "Yes! Ohhh! Oh,
yeah!"

I groaned and huffed as I leaned into her and fucked her for all I was
worth, trying desperately to hold back a flood of cum before she got
off herself. She whimpered and moaned so hotly I thought she was
cumming, but she put her hands on my chest and kept me from lying on
top of her as she huffed and panted incoherently. I jammed my stiff
dick hard into her and got a satisfying squeal out of her. Her
wonderful tits shook as she rocked back and forth against me.

Then, suddenly, she pursed her pretty lips and began whining and
moaning, louder and more insistent, eyes tightly shut, as she came in
a fantastic, shuddering orgasm. Her tight, wet cunt gripped my cock
hard in spasms that milked it of every last drop of jism I released
into her. A hot wave of lust and relief washed over me as I came,
pounding a final thrust into Crystal, still lost in the ecstasy of her
own.

It was a spectacular, wordless fuck that drained us both and soaked
the bed under her with our juices. She gasped and laughed as I pulled
out of her, half-crying again, covering her face, and scooting back
away. I crawled onto the bed and leaned over her and kissed her
shoulder, her breast, her neck. She turned to me and took my kiss on
her lips, letting go of herself again and accepting the full passion
of our wet kiss.

She pulled away and turned over then, forgetting herself, and turning
her perfect, round ass to me, exposing her shame. FILTHY WHORE....

Almost immediately, she caught herself and turned back, trying to hide
the tattoo. Her eyes were wide and terrified that I had seen. And I
had. I took her arm and pulled her closer, despite her reluctance. I
turned her over and rand my hand over her smooth bottom. FILTHY
WHORE....

Crystal began to cry.

"Who did this to you?"

"My-- When I was little, my father-- He was a tattoo artist-- He was--
He had a bad temper. He was always accusing me of having sex with
boys, even when I was only thirteen or fourteen. I was still a virgin,
but he didn't believe me. He would-- He would touch me to be sure. One
night, I went out with my friends when he didn't know about it. He
started calling me a 'little tramp' and a 'filthy whore,' saying I was
sneaking out to have sex with some boy."

"What a bastard."

"Finally, one night when he was drunk, he started saying he should
warn all men about what a slut I was. He made me take down my panties
and bend over his knee. He said he was going to make sure that any boy
I tried to have sex with knew what kind of a girl I really was. I
tried to make him stop, to get away, but he tied my hands to the chair
and got out his tattoo needle. It was horrible. I didn't know what he
was writing until I saw it later. I cried every night for weeks. I
still cry sometimes when I see it in the mirror. I can't stand it. I
wish I could kill him."

"Where is he?"

"In jail. He got arrested for burglary and assault. He's been in
prison for a couple of years. He tried to say he was sorry and made me
promise not to tell anyone. He said they'd probably lock him up for
good if I did. He deserves it."

I kissed her gently. "He does deserve it," I said. "You should tell
the police anyway. They should charge him and keep him in jail for
twenty years."

"I can't do that," she said softly. "They would make me go to court
and show everyone. I would die."

I held her close and stroked her hair. "You're probably right, kid.
You're probably right."

We sat in that embrace for a long time, just holding one another and
touching. She kissed my chest and slipped out of my arms to the floor.
At first I didn't know what she was doing, but then she kneeled on the
floor by the bed, parted my knees, and kissed my soft dick.

She took my cock in her warm, wet mouth and bathed it with her soft
tongue. My blood pumped furiously to fill my dick and give her a hard
shaft to lick and suck. I began to moan almost uncontrollably, gasping
at the natural skill she had. I was fully erect after a few seconds,
gyrating my hips slowly as she slid her head up and down slowly,
taking me deep and slathering my rod with saliva and pre-cum. "Oh
yeah," I gasped. "Oh, God, Crystal, that's incredible. Please don't
stop. Please. Go all the way. Take it all the way."

Wordlessly, she worked by cock, up and down, swirling her tongue
around the head, working her hands on the shaft and balls, making me
strain to keep from shooting down her throat. "Ahh! Oh! Aah! Oh,
honey, I'm gonna cum. Oh, make me cum like that! Yes!"

Crystal backed off and jacked my slick cock fast and hard, making me
fire a heavy load of jism from my balls thru my cock and all over her
hand. She laughed and jacked harder, milking me for cum, licking my
balls as she stroked me off, and making me gasp and groan. She smiled
coyly up at me as she wiped the cum on the hotel bed sheets.

"God, that's a lot," she laughed and wiped her pretty mouth. She
kissed me. Our mouths met, and I tasted my own cock and just a hint of
her pussy juice... a pussy I wanted to taste for myself next.

"Wow," I said. "I didn't expect that."

She blushed and looked away. "Sometimes," she said softly. "I *want*
to be a filthy whore...."


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