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I grew up a long time ago in a small village. It was, shortly after the end of the Second World War and, when I was fifteen and entering Grade Eleven, I had to board away from home to finish High School. This was before the advent of Regional High Schools.
Like most fifteen-year-old boys at that time, I was a virgin and, like fifteen-year-old boys of any era, I was horny and I hungered for sex. The only sex I had, however, was compliments of the 'five fingered widow' who gave me solace every night, sometimes more than once a night.
That year I boarded at a farm on the edge of the small town where I was going to school. My hosts were an army veteran, Lou, his matronly, busty wife, Mary, and their plump fourteen-year-old daughter, Brenda.
They were a religious, church-going family although Mary seemed to be the driving force on the religion front. Lou complained about going to church except on Sunday and Brenda seemed often to be ill whenever church was scheduled, especially for the twice-weekly Prayer Meetings.
I wasn't a member of the family, not even figuratively. Lou and Brenda generally ignored me and, although Mrs. H-- looked after my creature comforts, it was a distant, duty-bound type of care. As a consequence of this, I overheard the family squabbles, and there were lots of these. The family fights were generally subdued and they revolved around Lou's drinking and Brenda's rebellious refusal to do what she was told.
Their daughter didn't seem to be too fond of me. It may have been partly because, although I was only about a year older than she, I was two grades ahead of her in school. It was mainly, though, because they had given me what used to be her room. It was a big room with lots of space for the bed and dresser and even a desk where could work.
The room she'd been moved to was most definitely small. It had likely been a sewing room or something like that before it became her bedroom. On the rare occasions that she left the door open I could see that there was barely enough room for her bed and dresser. The bed was just a door's width from the doorway so that, to get to her dresser at the foot of the bed, she had to close the door. It's not surprising that she resented me.
Brenda was a frequent subject of my masturbatory fantasies. As I mentioned, she was a year younger and two grades behind me in school but she looked at least seventeen. Although her mother would not allow her to wear sweaters (and I overheard more than one argument about that), even her loose-fitting blouses couldn't disguise the fact that she was extremely well endowed in the breast department and I fantasized not only of having her plump body engulfing my manhood but having my hands filled with her voluminous titflesh.
It was early November when something happened that altered my view of the family. They were all out to Prayer Meeting one evening when, bored, I went upstairs to Lou and Mary's room. I knew I was being dishonest but I wasn't going to steal anything so it didn't bother me to poke around their belongings.
Wow! I couldn't believe it. In the bottom drawer of their dresser I found a small box, about ten inches by eight inches and three inches deep. I looked inside and I know I gasped with shock. There was a collection of grainy, black and white photos that were like nothing I'd ever seen before. Naked, hugely endowed men with their oversized organs penetrating equally naked, Rubenesque women in places I'd not thought possible. There were books, also, and a typewritten story that proved to be my favourite, a plotless tale that introduced me to such words as cunnilingus and clitoris. After that I looked forward to their absences so that I could enjoy their little treasure-trove of pornography.
There was one other change that resulted from my discovery that old people like Mary and Lou had sexy thoughts. After that I looked at Mrs. H-- in a different way. She became a regular fantasy partner as I experimented in my imagination with the novel (to me) ways of having intercourse described in the books.
As I mentioned, the family more or less ignored me. Now, at the dinner table, I would muse about what Lou would think if he knew what I pretended his wife and daughter were doing with me. It was about this time also that Brenda became careless around me. On several occasions I happened to see her returning to her room, across the hall from mine, from the shower, which was upstairs. It was then that I got my first look at her big, fat breasts bouncing nakedly as she hurried down the stairs, a towel covering only her lower body.
I returned after Christmas holidays, looking forward to renewing my images of Brenda and Mary for my solitary nighttime pleasure. It was mid-January when, to my immense delight, Patsy said I could walk her home after next Wednesday's hockey game.
Hockey was my other passion but I wasn't much good at it. I was the number three goalie on the High School team, which meant that I didn't get to even dress for games. The games were played on Wednesday and Friday at five o'clock; late enough that it didn't interfere with classes and early enough that it didn't interfere with homework and study.
You may wonder why walking a girl home in the early evening was a big thing? Well, Patsy was a pretty, kind of skinny, Grade Seven girl who was probably twelve or thirteen years old. More importantly, everybody said that she went all the way. And, when she'd told me I could walk her home, there had been a certain look in her eyes, as if she was telling me it would be special.
During the game, I stood close to the players' bench. Patsy stood close by my side and I was conscious of little other than the feel of her warm thigh pressed to mine. She kept looking at me with her pretty, red-lipped smile and I believed I saw an unspoken promise of intimacy in her eyes. I was a bit jealous when, several times, she leaned over and whispered to Leo, one of the star players on the team. I was almost nauseous with desire.
When the game was over, one of my duties was to deliver the scoring summary to the reporter for the local weekly paper. He lived a few houses away. Patsy said she'd wait for me at the rink instead of going with me.
It took longer than I expected to deliver the summary and, when I got back to the rink, most people had left. I looked around for Patsy but couldn't find her. I didn't ask anyone because I felt that they'd laugh at me because of her reputation. Finally, after checking every other location and concluding disappointedly, that she'd gone home without me, I went to the dressing room to get my schoolbooks.
When I opened the door and started to enter I saw Patsy, flat on her back on the floor, her slender, white legs splayed wide with Leo on top of her, his naked bottom pumping up and down as he fucked her. She was looking up at the grimy ceiling tiles with a vacant, almost bored expression. I guess I must have gasped because she suddenly looked right at me and her expression changed, first to alarm and then to a sort of sheepish smile.
Forgetting my books, I closed the door and stumbled outside. I was devastated. As I walked home my feelings alternated between jealousy and disappointment and then regret that I hadn't waited, just in case she'd still let me walk her home. A wet deck didn't deter me in the least. I was aching with frustrated desire and the only consolation I could find was that the H-- family would be at Prayer meeting until late so I could delve into the hidden trove of pictures and books. The widow would get a good workout tonight, for sure.
Wasting no time when I got home, I undressed and headed upstairs to shower, almost tripping on a wet towel on the stairs. Brenda had likely left it there after her shower and I wished I could have been home to see her without even the towel to cover her voluptuous body.
Putting on my pyjamas, I went to Lou's room and noticed two things, immediately. First, the dresser drawer was open and, second, the box was gone. Had I slipped up and made him suspect that I had found the box? Where had he put it? I looked around carefully, not wanting to do anything to confirm his suspicions, but I couldn't find it. Disappointed for the second time that evening, I went back to my room without the hoped for substitute for Patsy's charms. What a bummer.
I returned to my room, turned off the light and lay down, thinking of what it would have been like to have my throbbingly erect cock inside Patsy's cunt. My whole groin area was aching from four hours of erection and semi-erection. And I wasn't even going to be able to fantasize that I was emptying my load into one of the buxom girls in Lou's photo collection.
Then I heard a sound. It was a sort of whimpering or crying noise. For a moment the thought of haunted house passed through my mind. I'd heard of them but didn't believe in them. Still, it was an old house and a shiver shot up my spine.
Getting up my courage, I went out into the hallway. The noise was louder there and, as I bravely tracked it, it became obvious that it was coming from Brenda's little room. Had she left her radio on? That must be it. The sounds sort of came and went but I suspected that it was some artsy program on CBC. I listened a bit more, just to be sure it was from her room and then I opened the door.
I'd already had one surprise and two disappointments that night and this was my second surprise. I pushed the door open to find the room brightly lit and, on the bed, less than four feet from where I stood, was Brenda.
She was flat on her back; eyes squeezed shut, legs widespread and flexed at the knees. Her wide hips were twisting and squirming and, between her legs, one hand was rubbing furiously. Brenda's big breasts were jiggling and flopping like two bags filled with unset Jello. Beside her on the bed was the box from Lou's dresser and photos and all were scattered on the bed beside Brenda's lush, naked body.
My erect penis was jutting out through the fly of my pyjamas and I literally jumped on top of the defenceless girl, roughly dragging her hand from between her legs to expose the target of my lust.
"Whuumph... Hunnhh?" she grunted as my weight came down on her, pinning her to the bed. But, quick though I was, I wasn't fast enough for, somehow, she got her legs closed before I could get between them.
My throbbing tool drove blindly at her tightly closed thighs and, when the sensitive tip contacted the soft, warm flesh, it was like a blasting cap to my semen charge. I exploded even as I continued to try to force my way between those soft thighs and get to my objective, her cunt.
As I spurted onto her naked flesh I was, for the briefest moment afraid. What if she told? But as quickly as my fear came, it went. She couldn't tell. Not without revealing that she had her Dad's pictures and books.
"Nah... no... don't tell... " Brenda gasped and she went limp beneath me, her plump body shaking with sobs. "Go Joe... hanh... leave... " she sobbed. Even though I'd gone off, my teenaged libido was still in control and I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. She resisted weakly as I kneed her legs apart and got my hand on her holy of holies. God, she was wet. I don't know how much of the greasy wetness was from her and how much was from me but it didn't matter.
Brenda tried to push my hand away from her pussy as, sobbing piteously, she pleaded, "No... hanh... no Joe... hanh... don't... " but I was not about to be deterred by a few tears. Her pussy was the softest thing I'd ever touched. Despite her futile, restraining grasp of my wrist, my fingers slid easily in the oily, wet fleshrolls as her body shook with desolate sobs. Unmoved by her blubbering I sought her clitoris, remembering how that body part was featured in some of the stories in Lou's collection. Brenda's legs were clasping my knee tightly as she struggled to close them.
"Whannhh... Nahhh... " she cried out when my finger pushed against a hard, slick nubbin. "Nahhh!" Although her fingers squeezed my wrist tighter, her leg grip on my knee suddenly loosened and her hips gave an upward jerk. Yes! I was sure I had found her clitoris. "Nahhh... don't... hanh... dohnnn't" Brenda whined and her body shook with another paroxysm of sobs.
Moved, and a bit scared by her weeping, I pleaded, "Please, Brenda... please let me feel you... " but I didn't lessen my assault on her swollen pussy. "Please, Brenda... you like it don't you?"
"Nahhh... hanh... but... hanh... can't... scared... " she whined weakly and plaintively.
"Please Brenda... please?" I was concentrating my attention on the hard, little button now and I could tell that it was having an effect on her. Her legs were spread wider; her pelvis was wriggling and pushing at my finger.
"Nahhh... but... will you promise? Just that... just touch me... promise?"
"I promise, Brenda... just let me touch you... " and, even before I spoke my promise, she released her grasp from my wrist and tilted her pelvis to give me better access to her pussy.
My premature explosion had dampened the urgency of my need and, as the girl's resistance dissolved, I finally looked at her. Her pussy was a fat, wet pudding, and remnants of my semen were showing white on the pink flesh. A few fine hairs fringed her sex and, above on her bulging mound, she had a crown of thick, black curls. Her plump belly was convex and as I continued to finger her sensitive clit, it quivered and bulged.
Then my gaze fixed on her breasts, two large globes that sagged from their own weight and jiggled and swayed with her heavy breathing. The tips were crowned with pink-pebbled aureoles and, projecting out from them were the nipples, thick as a large calibre bullet and almost an inch long. I touched them, rubbing the palm of my hand over their rubbery hardness, and Brenda uttered a whimpering gasp.
"Does that feel good, Brenda," I asked as I took one of the cylinders between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed it.
"Hannh... yannh... yeah... " she gasped. "Oohhh Joe... promise you won't tell?"
"I promise, Brenda... " and I slid my finger into the hot opening between her soft labia. The flesh had a fine, corrugated feel and it was even softer inside than out, the fleshy enclosure moulding snugly to my finger as I imagined how it would feel to have it moulding to my throbbing cock.
"Hannh... Joe... touch me... feel me there," she gasped and she reached down to guide my fingers back to her clit. Holding my hand there she began to writhe against it as her breathing went from heavy to laboured to a breathless panting. Was she going to come? I got my answer as she uttered a low wail, her thighs locked on my wrist and her hips heaved and jerked against my hand.
"Hannh... whooo... hannnhh... " Brenda moaned. "Oohhhhh... " and uddenly she pushed my hand away. "Nahhh... no more... don't."
I moved my hand so that I was just cupping the fat softness of her vulva and she uttered a long sigh, her legs relaxing and opening again. I wasn't sure what was going on but, when I touched her clit again, her hips jerked and she tried to push my hand away. "Nahhh... don't touch me... don't... "
"Did you cum, Brenda? Did I make you cum?"
"Hanh... annhh... yuh... I guess so... I... you better go, Joe... they might come home... "
"Please, Brenda... let me feel you some more... " I knew that it was at least two hours before the H--'s would be home and I wasn't about to give up now. I moved my hand away from her pussy to feel her large, quivering breasts. They were marvellous, soft and heavy and warm though her nipples were smaller now, sort of retracted into her aureola.
"B... but Joe? I'm scared?"
"It's OK, Brenda... we have lots of time." I moved my hand down again and this time she didn't object when I touched her clit. "Please, Brenda... feel me, too?"
Brenda raised her head and looked at my prick sticking out through the fly of my pyjamas. "If? Like? Please... will you leave then... if I do?"
"Mmm hmm... yeah," I lied as I renewed my caress of her hard, little clit and, with my other hand, pushed down my pyjama bottoms. The girl reached out tentatively, sort of shyly, and her fingers touched my tool, making it jump in response.
"Oh!" she gasped in surprise, and then she gingerly touched it again. A trickle of clear fluid dripped from the tip into her hand and she pulled it back again. "Did you? Like? Did you spend?"
"Not yet, Brenda," I gasped as I guided her hand back to my tool, wrapping her fingers around it, or at least as far as they'd go around its thick girth. "But I want you to make me cum... spend."
Her legs were spread wide again and I could tell that my fingers were having the desired effect as I stroked and probed the soft wetness of her pussy-pudding. Brenda's own fingers were doing things to me as, shyness dissolving with her growing arousal, she explored my throbbing tool.
"Easy," I gasped when she fondled my achingly swollen balls. "I'm tender there."
"Why? Are they always tender," she asked, staring curiously at my genitals.
"You made them that way, Brenda... " I got to my hands and knees above her then and she took her hand away to push at my chest.
"Joe? No? What are you doing?"
"It's OK, Brenda... just so's I can see you better," and I squatted back on my heels between her widely splayed legs and continued playing with her pussy while I also mauled her soft, floppy breasts.
"Uh... Joe? Did'ja ever go all the way?"
"No... but? Can I?" I thrilled with anticipation. I was going to fuck her anyway, whether she agreed or not but maybe she'd let me without fighting?
"Nuh... no... I can't... " she said but there was a note of uncertainty in her voice. I leaned forward over her and lowered my head to her breasts. Her nipples were sticking out again and I took one of the thick, rubbery tubes between my lips and sucked on it. Brenda uttered a whimpered gasp and I could tell that she liked what I was doing. Her arms and hands fluttered at her sides as I showered her voluminous titflesh with wet kisses, sucking and nibbling the hard nipples while I continued to caress her sloppy, soft pussy.
Her breathing was becoming laboured and my groin area was afire with lust as I angled my hips lower until the tip of my cock contacted the moist warmth of her vulva.
"Hanh! No Joe! No!" and her hands grasped my tool, pushing it away from my target.
"Please Brenda... let me put the tip in... please... that's all I want."
"Nah... no... scared... "
"Please Brenda... just the tip... that's all... " and as I pleaded, her defensive grip on my cock lessened.
"Promise? Just the tip? No more?"
"I promise, Brenda... " and my hand joined hers on my prick as I directed it lower to her hot, cuntal orifice. She squeezed me tighter as I pushed past her inner labia and felt the marvellous, moist warmth as she opened to me. It felt fabulous, so soft and warm and wet. I pushed in a bit more.
"Nah... no more... hurts... " Brenda moaned as the sensitive head of my cock was engulfed by her exquisitely snug softness.
My ingress was hampered not only by her hands, which were now trying weakly to push me away, but also by an obstruction inside the humid channel. Oh God! I couldn't wait. Roughly I pulled her hands away and pushed in hard.
"Hurrttsss!" She wailed as I exulted with the incredible feeling of being enclosed by her soft, moist flesh. "Take it owwwttt!"
Ignoring her shrill cry, I penetrated the tight-fitting sheath, thrilling to the sensations her hotly clinging cuntflesh were imparting. My hips came to rest pressed closely to hers as I savoured the total sensuality of having a girl's inner fleshy tissue moulded snugly to my throbbing cock.
"It's OK Brenda," I murmured. "Does it still hurt?"
"Nah... not now... b b but? You promised?"
Her body was tense and still beneath me for a moment and then it shook slightly with a stifled sob. With the motion, her hot cuntflesh fractioned my penis and I felt the churning, boiling sensation in my swollen balls that signalled an eruption. Holding my own body rigid and gritting my teeth I fought the urge to cum. My cock made a slight jerk and I backed off ever so little, hoping against hope that I could control myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and I squeezed the muscles that controlled my tool as hard as I could, restraining myself from doing what I really wanted to do, which was to thrust in and out of the hotly engulfing passage. There was a brief flash of fire in my loins and then the urgency was gone. I raised my upper body from Brenda's and looked down at her with a feeling of triumph.
She wasn't looking at me. Her gaze seemed to be fixed on a picture on the wall, a forest scene. I tried a short, tentative thrust to confirm that I was in control of my body. I was. I felt no sense of urgency and, in fact, I was quite cool. I think I may have had a mini-orgasm, not enough to finish me but enough to take the edge off my teenage lust. Slowly, I began to withdraw, savouring the wet caress of Brenda's passage on my cock.
"Are you taking it out?" Brenda looked at me then a soft, sort of wistful expression on her face. Did she want me to stay inside?
"Not yet, Brenda. Let me stay in you for a moment more? Can I?"
"Uh... just for a moment, Joe... a few seconds... "
I pushed back in. It was heaven. My hand would never satisfy me again. In and out. In and out. Slow, then faster. She laid there, legs widespread, arms at her sides, her big breasts jiggling with each breath that she took.
Peeling off my pyjama top, I lay on top of the buxom girl, enjoying the soft, pillowy feel, bare flesh to bare flesh, of her big, soft tits under me. At the bottom of my instrokes I ground my hips against hers, pushing her legs wider apart as I tried to worm even closer to my fleshy companion.
"Hanh... annhh... hanh... annhh... " Brenda breathed in time with my thrusts. Then her arms went around me, hugging me, and her thighs began to clasp my hips on my upstroke, and then fall away loosely when I pushed in again. Her belly began to bulge and palpitate under mine and her sounds changed.
"Aahhhh? Hunnh! Aahhhh? Hunnh!" she moaned, alternatively questioning and grunting. I felt the heat in my groin burst into a fire and I knew that, this time, there was no holding back.
As the tempo and force of my thrusts increased, Brenda's arms hugged me tighter, her breath gusting with hot whoomphs each time I hammered her pneumatic frame. I ground against her breasts, enjoying the feel of their full softness under my chest but the overwhelming centre of my feeling was between my legs.
It was incredible! It felt for a moment as if my balls were retracting up into my body as the rush of semen traversed its convoluted course from my testicles to my prostate-pump and then, as I moaned in ecstasy, to spurt into the cock-filled depths of my partner's inexperienced body. It seemed almost as if it was coming from my heels. I made a couple more short jabs and I felt the liquid of my ejaculation adding to the wetness of Brenda's vagina. I jerked reflexively against her warm, soft pelvis and, as I pumped my sperm up into her, her belly seemed to bulge with each frantic burst and she uttered sharp, little whimpers as if she could feel her cunt being flooded. Drained and weak, I slumped down, full weight, on the girl's body as, squirming beneath me, she hugged me tight.
I enjoyed a brief moment of blissful lethargy and then reality intruded. What if the H--'s came home? What if Brenda told her mother what I'd done? What if I'd knocked her up? Fear induced adrenalin finished off whatever was left of my erection and I rolled off of her limply quivering body.
"Are you done? Is it over, Joe?" Brenda sounded timid and maybe even disappointed but, as I looked at her pale nakedness, there was no more appeal. Her features were coarse, her breasts flabby, her belly, fat. Her hand moved down to the wet curls of her bush and I saw a trickle of red-stained gism oozing from the slightly gaping lips of her cunt.
"They may come home, Brenda. I'd better go," I said as I grabbed my pyjamas and headed for the door.
"Uh... I guess you deflowered me, Joe?" she said as she examined the evidence on her fat cuntlips. "Mom'd be real mad at you if she knew."
Those were the last words I heard from her that night,
It hadn't been rape; I consoled myself, although by today's standards it surely was. Even though I was a fifteen-year-old high school student, Brenda was also underaged and she'd tried to resist my advances right up until I was inside her. And she'd unquestionably been a virgin, too.
By morning I knew we hadn't been caught and I had convinced myself that she was too young to get knocked up. At the breakfast table, Brenda wouldn't look at me but by then, my libido was recharged and I got an instant erection as I looked at her buxom, chastely clad body. At dinner that night and breakfast the next day, she still ignored me, whether from embarrassment, shyness or whatever, I didn't know. And then I went home for the weekend.
Brenda continued to ignore me after I returned although I couldn't help but notice that she was more careless than ever about what she wore when she was around me. I was going crazy with the desire to once again see and feel that big, ripe body but there seemed to be no hope unless I forced her again. And I definitely didn't dare to try that.
On Tuesday, Patsy sat beside me in Assembly and kept her hand on my thigh the whole time. 'Tomorrow night', she'd whispered intimately, 'after the hockey game. Mom's working so you can come to the apartment to visit.' What would it be like with a skinny stick like her? I couldn't wait to find out.
Mrs. H-- said, at supper, that there was a special church meeting and, after supper, I went to my room as usual. Had Brenda put Lou's box back? They were going to church so I could read some of the other stuff in it, now that I had some experience. After a shower, and wearing only my bathrobe, I did some homework and watched the clock, waiting for eight, when they'd all be gone to church.
It was a few minutes before eight when I heard a soft knock on the door to my room. Damn, I thought. They didn't go to church . "Come in, Mrs. H-," I said from my chair at the desk. She only came in once in a while, usually to ask if I was satisfied with the care I was getting.
"Uh... it's just me, Joe... Mom's gone to church... they're both gone. We're all alone. Uh... can I borrow your dictionary? I can't find mine."
Brenda was wearing baby doll pyjamas that barely covered oversized jugs and left her plump midriff bare. The short legs of the bottoms came right up to her crotch. Was she asking for it? She must be.
"Uh, sure Brenda. Do you wanta sit and talk?
"Uh... yeah... I guess so... but... just talk... that's all." She sat on the edge of the bed, next to where I was on the chair by the desk.
"Uh... Brenda... Like? I'm sorry about the other night," I lied. If she was, in fact, willing to do it again, I figured it would be a good idea to play it low key. " You're not mad at me, are you?"
"No... not now... but I was after you went to your room. But Mom almost found out." Brenda leaned forward then, and I could see her marvellous, big jugs jiggling under her pyjama top. "There was blood on the sheet from... like... you know... but she just gave me heck for not bein' ready for my period. But you can't do it again... not all the way like you did."
"Uh... was it? Like? You were wonderful, Brenda. Did you? Like? Was it good for you, too?"
"Uh... yeah... sorta... but... like... I told Sally about what you done... she says I'm old enough to have a baby, Joe... like... I have periods and stuff... And she says her sister only done it once and she got knocked up... and she wasn't no older'n me when it happened... so you can't make me do it again... not all the way."
That was twice she'd said 'not all the way'. Did that mean that she was willing to go part of the way? I sat beside her on the bed and, as I did, she moved away from me.
"No Joe... don't get any ideas... but... like... Suzie told me what she does with Billy... like... she says lots of kids do what they do... and it's safe."
"What's that, Brenda? Like? What does Suzie do?" Suzie was one of my sometime fantasy partners. She was prettier and taller than Brenda. Her breasts were smaller but I sort of liked her long, heavy legs and her big bum.
"Uh... like... they just sorta kiss and touch... you know? She says they even done it on the school bus last week. Hee hee. The other kids thought she was crying and she made Billy go off in his pants."
"Can we do that, Brenda?" I edged closer to her. "Can I feel you?" Without waiting for an answer, I put my hand on her bare thigh. Her legs were close together but, even so, her knees were about three inches apart, unable to close completely because her thighs were so large. Some guys like slender legs but not me. I like big legs, as long as they're shapely, like Brenda's were, and Suzie's.
"Uh... I... I guess so? But promise you won't try... you know... what you done the other time?"
"I promise, Brenda," and maybe I meant it, too. Getting a handjob from her would be lots better than what I'd planned that night. I placed my hand on her thigh and, momentarily, she jerked away. Then, barely touching the surface of the skin, I slid my hand up and down the smoothness, gently pushing down between the softness to caress her naked, inner thigh.
"You're so beautiful, Brenda. Will you let me kiss you?" As I asked, I leaned closer and she turned her face towards mine. I wasn't a very experienced kisser nor, apparently, was she and it took a couple of tries before we got our noses out of the way. Brenda had a soft, full-lipped mouth; quite different from Patsy's and Patsy had been my kissing teacher. Shyly, Brenda kept her lips together, moving them against mine and, when I began to caress them with my tongue, she tried to back away. At first. I persisted and after a brief period, her lips parted and then, moments later, her teeth parted too and I had my tongue in the moist, warm cavern of her mouth. I wondered if it had as much impact on her as Patsy's had had on me when she first thrust it in my mouth. Whatever the impact, Brenda's mouth was soon opened wide and our saliva was mixing freely.
And her legs opened, too. My fingers were sliding up and down along the silky flesh from just above her knee to the crevice where her legs joined her hips. Cautiously, each time my hand reached that juncture, I'd work my finger under the loose leg of her pyjamas and feel the delightful softness of her pussy. And, each time I did, she'd expel a hot rush of breath into my mouth. But she didn't object.
Kissing had been awkward at first. I was sitting by Brenda's right side with my right hand stroking her thighs. I'd turned toward her to kiss and I'd pulled her upper body close to me. My robe had come open so that my bare chest was mashed against the wonderful, big softness of her breasts and, we sort of settled down on the bed so that she was lying on her back with her feet still on the floor.
"Mmmph... don't... no," Brenda gasped into my mouth as I began to push down the flimsy bottoms of her pyjamas but then she pushed up so that I could get them off. "Hanh... Promise, Joe... just your hand... your fingers... "
"I promise, Brenda," I moaned hotly as my hand covered the bulging softness of her pussy. I could feel, under my palm, the curly bush on her mons and I slid my middle finger between the incredibly soft, fat lips of her cunt. She began to pant, sending hot, short gushes of breath into my mouth as I moved my finger along the entire length of her slit. She whimpered when I touched the hot, little bud at the very bottom and she gasped when I rubbed on the hardness of her clit. The whole area between her outspread thighs was wet, wet with her oily effusion, and then I inserted my finger into the hot mouth of her vagina.
"Mmmph... no... not that," she protested, twisting her head away and breaking off our kiss. "Just outside... that's all." She rotated her hips downward and my finger slipped out of the snug enclosure.
"Sorry, Brenda," I grunted in disappointment. "I thought you'd like it." My testicles were aching painfully and my penis was throbbing with need and I pressed it against her naked hip. I wanted her to hold me, to stroke me, but I felt as if just one touch of her fingers would make me explode. And I didn't want that. Not yet.
"It's not that, Joe... it's just... Oohhhhh," and she jerked against me when my finger again found her swollen cum-trigger.
"Oh no," I gasped when her warm hip-flesh rubbed my sensitive foreskin and I felt the beginning of an eruption in my loins. I reached down quickly to grasp my throbbing organ, squeezing it tightly and trying to stem the imminent explosion. I felt one burning spasm wrack my loins. My penis bucked once after I gripped it and I felt a trickle of jism escape but squeezing my cock with painful force and willing it to stop, I managed to check my unwanted orgasm.
"Hanh... what, Joe? What happened?" and Brenda raised her head and looked down as I backed away from my cock-contact with her hip. A white glob of semen dribbled from the tip of my tool and dropped onto her hip. "Did you? Like? Did you finish?"
"No, Brenda," I mumbled, unsure but hoping I hadn't lost it. "Let me... " and I slipped my hand up under her pyjama top and got hold of one of her marvellous, big breasts. Her head fell back onto the bed as I worked the top higher until both of her jiggly jugs were bare and she lay there in silent acquiescence while I resumed titillation of her pussy and gently mauled the big, soft fleshbags that were her tits.
"Hold it, Brenda... put your hand on me," I whispered and I guided her hand down to my pulsating prick. If she wouldn't let me fuck her again, at least she could give me a handjob.
"What? How? What do you want me to do?" Her fingers couldn't quite span the girth of my still swollen cock and, with orgasm no longer imminent, I began to fuck slowly into the tightening grasp of her warm hand.
"That's it, Brenda... that feels so good," I moaned appreciatively as I resumed my own assault on her senses. The tension that had briefly tautened her frame was gone completely and now she was allowing me to slide my finger up to the second knuckle into her vagina. Her hand had instinctively taken on a rhythm of squeeze and release as I fucked it and I was savouring the sensual delights of her plump, buxom body.
"Not all the way, Joe? You can't," she panted, sounding like a steam locomotive, as it was about to get underway when I moved one leg across her open thighs. "Please... You can... we can do it like this," and she began to pump my tool faster.
Her enlarged clitoris rolled slickly under my fingers and she tilted her broad pelvis receptively as I fingered her. She soon had a stranglehold on my organ and, as she pumped me inexpertly, her breathing became louder and more laboured.
"Easy Brenda... don't move... just squeeze me," I hissed, feeling again as if my aching testicles would explode.
"Hanh... OK Joe... Hanh... Joe... " the girl panted, almost hyperventilating as I worked my fingers on her sloppily wet pussy. We kissed, her soft mouth opened wide and her tongue tangling wetly with mine. I could tell that she too was close to climax but I didn't want her to cum yet. Not until I was inside her.
"You're beautiful, Brenda. The buxom teen's hips were writhing as my fingers alternately rubbed her clit and gently probed the hot mouth of her vagina.
I caressed the outside of her pussy lips with my outer fingers and made gentle little circles on her clit with my thumb as my middle finger. Brenda's legs got even looser and I could feel the elastic grip of her cunt-mouth closing around my finger as I alternated between it and her clit. She was gasping for breath now and I was sure she was about to orgasm.
"No... hanh... no," she protested, clamping her thighs together and trying to push me off when I again rolled half on top of her. "You promised. Don't."
"But Brenda... why?" I groaned. I tried to force my knee between hers as she writhed and tried to push me away. I saw tears well up in her eyes and, relenting despite my almost mindless lust, I stopped trying to force her. "Please, Brenda... we did it before... and you liked it, didn't you?"
"I know Joe... but... like... I'm scared... it's not safe... you could make a baby in me,"
"You could get on top, Brenda... it'd be safe that way," I panted, hoping she wouldn't know I was lying. "C'mon darling... let's do it that way
"Joe? But? Are you sure, Joe? No... You're just saying that to trick me."
"No... Honest, Brenda... I read it in one of your Dad's books... Honest." As I spoke, I rolled onto my back, using my free arm to pull her soft, heavy body over on top of me but keeping my other hand firmly against her pulpy vulva. She whimpered softly but, like a warm, fleshy puppet, she sprawled over me, her legs straddling my own.
"Hanh... Joe... are you sure,? Brenda whimpered as I tried to push her upright above me. "Are you sure it's safe?"
"I know it is, Brenda," She was heavy and, although she wasn't helping, she wasn't resisting, either. My hand was between her opened thighs, pushing up against her pussy and I lifted her until she was kneeling on all fours above me. Brenda didn't object this time when my middle finger slid into her hot, juicy vagina. I finger-fucked her slowly, keeping the lower part of my finger on her clit and I mouthed her heavily hanging breasts as they jiggled and swayed just above my face.
The tempo and force of her breathing told me that Brenda was thoroughly aroused and I pushed her upright above me.
"Hanh... but... are you sure, Joe... is it really OK, this way?"
"I'm sure Brenda," I grunted in a lust-choked voice as I manipulated her compliant body, guiding her into position before withdrawing my finger from her steamy twat. " It'll just run out 'coz you're sitting up. It won't stay up inside." Her tits looked even bigger than when she'd been on her back as she knelt nakedly over me.
"I don't think we ought to, Joe?" But, despite her timidly whimpered objection, she acquiescently allowed me to draw her hips lower towards my upthrust penis. She was looking right at me with heavy-lidded eyes, her pretty mouth opening and closing as if she wanted to say more.
"Yes, Brenda... you like it... you know you do," and then I felt the incredible heat and softness of her pussy as we made contact. My libido was under control again and I was cool enough that I could savour every sensation from her lovely body. Brenda whimpered as my cockhead split the puffy bulge and slid between her pussy lips. I pulled her lower, and felt wonderful, hot clasp as I cleaved the tight, moist folds of her welcoming sex.
"Joe... Annh Joe... " she moaned, her eyes widening as I drew her down, impaling her stout body on my upthrust shaft. Unlike the first time, I was able to savour every moment of the delightful, erotic sensation as the snug mouth of her cunt engulfed the head of my cock. Brenda's eyes widened and her mouth gaped as I easily forced her lower and her moist inner flesh surrounded me. It was absolutely fabulous. Slowly, her wide hips settled down and her silky sheath enclosed me. And then her lush ass was sitting on me and I was all the way in.
"Oohhh Brenda... you feel so good around me... Do you like it?"
"Annhh... Joe... I'm scared?"
I knew, from what I'd read, that her clitoris was the most important trigger for her and I inserted my hand between our bodies to find it. My other hand went higher to cup and maul her big, ripe, breasts as they jiggled and swayed above me. We remained like that for maybe a minute or so, her hot cunt enclosing my pulsating penis, her big tits filling my free hand. Brenda's breathing, which had become gentle during our initial coupling, was soon laboured and her body, which had been limp and heavy, began to jerk and twitch from the titillation of my fingers on her clit.
"Do it Brenda... fuck me," I panted and using one of her big, heavy breasts as a lever, I urged her to move up and down. Tentatively, at first, she raised her hips about an inch, then two inches and then, as my hand on her breast gave her tempo, she began to ride me. Her big, soft breasts bounced and jiggled and swayed above me
"Yes Brenda... yes... that's it... you're wonderful."
"Joe... hannnhh Joe... " she panted. "Hunnh... hunh... hunnnhh... " and I pulled my hand from her clit, letting her settle down until our pubic bones were mashed together, separated only by the fleshy pads. "Unngh," she groaned as her motions became jerky and erratic and I felt her tightly enclosing sheath spasm around me.
"Oohhh yesss Brenda," I moaned as the tiny muscles inside her once-fucked passage massaged my pulsating cock. I opened my legs and, as she sank lower between my thighs, taking me inside just a fraction further until the tip of my cock bumped and pushed on something hard, deep inside her cock-plugged cunt.
Hanging on to her heavily hanging, big boobs, I arched up to her, the sperm in my testicles boiling over and jetting up and out through my deeply buried cock to erupt up into the depths of her own spasming body. I felt, right then, as if I was a foot long. Brenda was completely open, her soft cuntflesh was mashed against me and her sheath was milking me like a soft, pulpy hand.
"Oohhh Joe... Oohhhhh... " Brenda sighed as she went limp above me. I could feel the wet heat of my gism flooding around my deeply immersed tool and, as my passion abated, my concern grew. What if I'd knocked her up? I knew that having her on top had little or no effect on pregnancy.
"Maybe we'd better stop, Brenda. They might come home early?"
"Unh... annh... yeah... I guess so," and with a whimper, Brenda rose up above me, a trickle of creamy cum dribbling from her fuck-spread labia. She looked down and, seeing the evidence of our coupling, she said shyly, Yeah, Joe... I believe you now... it's all running out."
It's probably lucky for me that, the next week, Lou announced that they were moving and I had to change to a different boarding place. I hope I wasn't part of the cause but I heard, a few years later that Brenda had become pregnant when she was sixteen.
The summer was a bummer. At least most of it was. There were lots of girls in the village but they were either too young for me or too old. Except for Barbara, but that didn't help. I'd tried with her two years ago and got told off in no uncertain terms.
I usually slept outside on the verandah and one morning in July when I awakened at my usual time, probably about nine o'clock, I saw Norma walking up the road in front of our house. As usual my teenaged hormones were raging and, when she cut into the woods, I had a sudden inspiration.
Norma wasn't from the village and she was a bit older than I, a rather plain, busty girl who wasn't very smart. Maybe I figured that she was dumb enough to fuck me? Who knows? Horny fifteen year olds aren't very smart either.
The route that the object of my attention took was a shortcut to the neighbouring village. It was a couple of miles to the road and passed through small woodlots, pastures and a few hayfields.
Pulling on my shirt, jeans and runners I took off after the girl but the exercise of walking fast cooled my ardour and I realized that the whole idea was stupid. Then, just as I was about to turn back and go home I heard a voice.
"Hi Joey... where yuh goin'?"
Surprised I looked for the source of the voice and saw a girl sitting on a log beside the path.
"Uh... just taking a walk," I stammered and, looking closer, I recognized Sally. Sally was a little girl, three or four years younger than I. She lived part of the time with her parents, a ne'er do well carpenter and a timid mother, and the rest of the time with her aunt in a nearby town. With the combination of her absences and mine, I hadn't seen her for almost two years.
"Yuh looked like you wuz in a hurry. Why'ncha sit down and rest."
"Uh... sure, Sally. I guess I will." I sat on the log beside her and took a good look at her. I said that Sally was a little girl. I guess she still was but definitely not the little girl that I remembered from two years ago. She was a lot shorter than I, probably a couple of inches under five feet, and she was plumper than I remembered, maybe even fat. "How long have you been living back here," I asked in an awkward attempt to make conversation.
"I been home all summer... since school stopped. What a boring place."
"Yeah, I guess it is. Did you like living in town?" She's a pretty girl, I suddenly realized. A round, chubby, pink-cheeked face, big blue eyes and a small, red, fat-lipped mouth. Too bad she's just a kid.
"Yeah... and I sure miss Billy."
"Who's Billy?"
"He's my cousin. He's older. Like, he left school and he's workin' so he's got lotsa money. He treats me real good and he buys stuff for me."
"Oh?" He must be a man, I thought. "How old is he?"
"He's eighteen. And he's big. Not as big as you, though. And he plays with me, too. Not kid's games. Grownups' games. I really miss him."
"What games do you play?" I honestly couldn't imagine what an eighteen-year-old guy could play with a little girl like Sally, even if she was kind of cute and pretty.
"Speshul games. Do you got a girlfriend, Joey?"
"No... yeah... but not here. She's in town."
"Do yuh miss her?"
"Yeah... I miss her a lot."
"Well, Billy's sorta like my boyfriend... even if he's my cousin." Sally looked up at me then, her pretty face brightening with a big smile as if she'd suddenly had an inspiration. "But... like... maybe we can pretend I'm your girlfriend. Wouldja like that?"
"Uh... like... I guess so?" I still couldn't imagine what was about to happen but I was looking at her speculatively. Just what did she have in mind?
"C'mon then. I got a secret place over by the creek. I go there most days and... like... I pretend I'm with Billy."
The fat, little girl got up from the log and took my hand in hers. We were beside a hayfield and she led me through it, our passage leaving a trail in the knee-high grass. She was wearing a short skirt that reached barely halfway down her thighs and I looked appraisingly at her heavy but shapely legs and her round, cutely bobbling bottom. On the other side of the field was a small woodlot and then a little sort of valley by the nearly dry creek. Sally led me down the slope and, at the bottom; there was a small grassy area under a big oak tree.
"I like it here," she said as she flopped down on the grass under the tree. And it was a nice spot. The tree shaded us from the sun, which was getting hotter as the day progressed and the creek, although flowing very slowly, made pleasant gurgling sounds.
"Yeah, it's nice," but I was wondering what was coming next. It didn't take long for me to find out for little Sally was quickly wriggling out of her panties and, pulling the hem of her short skirt up around her hips, she sprawled open-legged on the grass.
"Before yuh do it yuh gotta use your hand on me," she said in her little-girl voice. Then, apparently misinterpreting my shocked expression, she said quickly, "Yuh gotta get me wet first, even if yuh don't make me cum. First time Billy didn't and it hurt somethin' awful."
I didn't need any urging. Dropping to my knees beside her, I put my hand on the fat, smooth prominence between her legs. It was excitingly different from Brenda's pussy, almost bald and creamy white. The bulging flesh was bisected by a vertical slit, closed except for the slight depression where her rounded, juvenile labia came together. I pushed the lips apart, testing the pliant flesh with my fingers, noting its soft yet springy resilience. Sally spread her plump thighs wider apart as I probed the narrow crevice, finding the heat of her vaginal opening.
"Yeah Joey... that feels good." Her hand was on my thigh, moving up to my crotch. "Don'cha want me to feel you, too?"
I needed no urging for that, either, and I quickly got out of my jeans and under shorts.
"Wow! Nice!" Sally exclaimed softly and she reached for my groin. I think I groaned when her warm hand grasped my erect and throbbing cock while I, with one hand back on her pussy, began to unbutton her blouse.
"Wanta see them?" She smiled cutely up at me and quickly completed what I had started. Her young breasts were lovely, two perfectly round hemispheres tipped by small, pink aureoles with little, thick nipples that jutted out from the creamy orbs. Already more than a handful in size, they were firm and springy to my touch and, as I fingered her soft twat, I squeezed and caressed her gorgeous breasts.
"How old are you, Sally?"
"I'll be thirteen next year," she replied ambiguously. Was she twelve or only eleven? At that moment I didn't care. My fingers were suddenly bathed by the hot, oily effusion from her cunt and my fingers began sliding more easily up an down the humid slit.
Because of my kneeling position Sally's hand was teasingly ineffective, unable to grasp me properly, so I sprawled on my side. "Golly, Joey! It's sure big," she gushed, sending a thrill of masculine pride through me. "I can't get my fingers around it."
We played like that, her fingers brushing and rubbing my shaft, my fingers stroking and probing her pussy, finding her little clitoris and pressing hard on it. She was a fat, little girl but, unlike Brenda, her flesh was firm. It was as if she had been filled to the bursting point and her skin was stretched to contain everything. It was erotically, excitingly wonderful.
Sally's breath was coming in short, little gasps and I realized that she must be close to a climax. I think I was a bit surprised because, despite her actions and the size of her breasts, I don't think I believed she was old enough to have one. It's probably just as well that my awkward position, even after I sprawled on my side, didn't give her good access to my cock. Even so my balls were aching and, her youth notwithstanding, I was anxious to get into her.
"Oh Joey!" my compliant, little companion cried out suddenly and she began to squirm. Her free hand clamped over mine and pulled it harder against her pussy as she spread her short legs wider and humped up against it. Her other hand left my cock and grabbed my shoulder, her fingers digging in, her fingernails breaking the skin. Loud pants and gasps escaped her pretty mouth and she quivered and trembled, pushing her plump hips up to my hand. It's just as well that her little hand couldn't span the girth of my tool or she'd have squeezed it in two.
"Wow! That was super," she puffed as she relaxed her grip. "Billy never done that to me 'til after he wuz done."
At that moment it wouldn't have mattered to me what she looked like but the sight of her plump and essentially naked form sprawled in open-legged abandon beside me was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I moved quickly, keeling between her heavy thighs and directing my hard, dripping cock at her smooth, fat, open slit.
"Hanh... Joey," Sally gasped, "Don'cha got a rubber?"
"No... I don't," I mumbled as she pushed at my hips, holding me away. "It'll be OK."
"No... Billy sez I can get knocked up since I started getting' my period."
"Please, Sally... please let me put it in?" I pushed against her restraining hands, almost in tears with frustration. "Let me just put it in for a minute. I won't go off."
"But... promise? Promise you won't go off in me, Joey?"
"I promise... just let me be in you for a minute? Please?"
"Awright... but just for a minute."
Supporting my upper body with one outstretched arm I guided the tip of my cock to the smooth, glistening slit and pushed in, watching the hairless lips spread open. I felt the heat of her juvenile portal and pushed, feeling the head of my throbbing shaft go in slightly.
"Just put it in for a sec, Joey," she said, biting her lower lip, a worried expression on her pretty face. "Then take it out and I'll jerk you off."
Pushing more, I felt the walls of her pussy begin to slip around my cock and, as I continued my slow thrust, her pussy lips seemed to roll inward as if trying to hold onto my cock. I backed off a fraction, then pushed in deeper. The feeling was incredible. It was like pushing my penis through layer after layer, fold after fold of hot, moist skin. Her tiny hairless hole was so tight that I felt like the skin on my shaft was being stripped back.
My little lover was tense, her tits jiggling ever so slightly, her round belly bulging up to mine as I felt her young sheath engulf me. Then I began to slowly withdraw my dick until it was about halfway inside her. As I withdrew, the inner walls of her pussy seemed to hold onto me, creating an effect similar to the one when I entered her. The grip of her pussy, combined with the wetness and moisture was causing that familiar feeling deep within my loins.
I pushed in once more, more easily this time, until I was completely inside. I paused then, knowing I was on the verge of cumming, afraid that the least movement would trigger my climax.
"Gawwly, Joey. Feels like yer goin' right through me," Sally whimpered. I looked around then, suddenly afraid that someone would see us. I'd never live it down if any of the guys saw me fucking this little girl. Cradle robber, they'd call me.
But, little girl or not, it was wonderful. I laid right down on her warm body. Her face was pressed to my chest, her hard tits pushing into my upper belly and her wide hips cradling mine between her loosely splayed legs. After a moment I felt as if I had some control. But I was wrong.
"Yuh better take it out, Joey?" she said, a note of uncertainty in her soft voice. "Yuh might go off."
I raised my chest up from her again and, incited by the sight of the young beauty lying so open and compliant beneath me, I pushed harder, grinding against her springy flesh and, when I did so, I bottomed out in her juvenile vagina. The hard nub of her cervix rubbed the sensitive tip of my cock, sending an urgent message speeding through my nerve system to my orgasm control centre.
"Unngh... Sally," I grunted as I felt the unstoppable charge begin. I began for the first time to really fuck my little temptress, plunging in and out of her tightly clinging passage with fierce, fast strokes. Her fat legs flopped loosely from the force of my thrusts, her belly bulged with each in thrust, as if my cock was pushing it out and her eyes widened in alarm.
"No. No. You promised," she howled and she tried to push me off. I rammed my pulsing penis into her as the hot ecstasy of climax consumed my loins. "You prommmisssed!" Sally wailed and, shoving into her young body and writhing against her pneumatic hips, my orgasm erupted. She pushed at me, grunting as she tried frantically to throw me off but the heaving of her hips under me just added to my pleasure, her futile bucking motions milking more gism into the depths of her young body.
As I emptied the last spurts of my pent up semen into her she stopped struggling, her short, buxom frame going limp beneath me and I remained inside her hotly flooded fuckwell, letting my cock soak in her cum-filled passage.
"Oh Joey," my little sex toy whimpered, "Yuh shoulda took it out."
"I know, Sally, but... I just couldn't stop." I felt drained and weak and, with my deflating tool still immersed in her soggy fuckwell, I was afraid of the consequences. "It'll be OK," I mumbled and I pulled out of her limp body.
"Yeah... I guess so... Billy done that once... went off in me... and nothin' happened." She lay there on the ground, making no effort to cover her near nakedness but, in the aftermath of my climax, she no longer aroused my lust.
It was my second and last year in my new boarding house, if I count as a year the few weeks I spent there after Lou and Mary. It was quite a contrast with the first one, a new house, two floors plus a developed basement which was where my room was located.
My landlord was a retired businessman and he and his wife went away often, getting a neighbour lady, Mrs. Baxter, to prepare my meals and do minor housekeeping. It was a great arrangement for me.
Brenda had moved and Patsy was out of circulation and fat, young Shirley, of course, lived somewhere else. Rumour had it that Patsy was pregnant and had gone to stay with relatives while she had the baby. In any case, I now had a steady girlfriend. I could hardly believe my luck. I'd been knock kneed with apprehension when I asked her out the first time but to my great delight, she'd said yes.
Ann was the President of the Student Council for our school. She was also the star debater and number one student. I never thought she'd go out with me, a big country boy, an average student and a fringe athlete. But she did. For three months we'd been going to movies together, hanging out at the coffee house and sometimes just going for long walks.
It was great and it was horrible, too. Ann was the school sex symbol, along with everything else. She had long, shapely legs; trim hips, a narrow waist and a superb bosom. At least it looked like it might be but the loose fitting blouses and sweaters she wore made it difficult to tell. She wasn't exactly pretty. She had big, dark eyes, high cheekbones, a slightly receding chin and a wide, thick-lipped mouth. Taken one by one her features were quite unremarkable but all together, they added up to true beauty. The horrible part was that, although she kissed with marvelous abandon that was all. I'd more or less confirmed that she was indeed busty but after three months I still hadn't got my hands on her breasts.
I found out right away that I needn't have been so nervous about asking her out. Despite her many accomplishments, Ann was shy, timid and lacking in self-confidence. I had a full supply of those same traits, which is probably why I was so frustrated.
It was January when the situation improved. My landlord and his wife left for two months in warmer climes and I had the house all to myself. At least it was that way after the neighbour lady cleared up the dinner dishes.
"Why don't you come study with me, Ann?" Study wasn't what I really had in mind but it was an excuse.
"But Joe? I don't think I ought to? People would talk?"
"Nobody else needs to know, Ann. I have the4 house to myself by half past six and it's dark then. If you come in the back way and I don't turn on the light, nobody will see you. Please? It would be lots more fun than studying alone... and you can help me."
"Uh... maybe we can try it? And you can help me with geometry and trig. I have problems with those subjects and you don't."
Like a spider spinning a web, I prepared my room, our study room. We could have studied elsewhere in the house but I was hoping that Ann would not question my choice. Since my bookshelf was there, I could defend it, if need be. The study table in my room was pushed against the wall so we would have to sit side by side. Instead of two chairs, I found a bench that was barely long enough for two people. I loosened one leg of the bench so that I could make it collapse if that would advance my conquest and, as a finishing touch, I jacked up the heat to encourage her to take off her sweater.
"Are we going to study here? In your room?" Ann looked dubiously at the study area I'd so carefully prepared.
"Yeah, it's the most convenient spot," I said confidently as I noted what Ann was wearing. She had on a heavy coat sweater and her skirt was a kilt that I'd had previous experience with. I liked it because it was loose and, even though I'd never got it off her, I was able to get my thigh between hers and I was sure that on one occasion, at least, I'd made her cum by rubbing firmly up between her legs. Tonight, though, its appeal was the fact that I could unwrap it with a minimum of fumbling.
"Uh, OK I guess?" and she placed her books neatly on the table. We studied quietly for more than an hour but I was conscious less of the study topic than of the feel of Ann's warm hip pressed close to mine. After a few minutes in the overheated room, she took off her sweater and finally confirmed the suspicion that she was one busty young lady. Under her sweater she wore a tee shirt, a tight one. Her breasts were big all right, but not like Brenda's. Whereas Brenda's were big, soft globes and little, fat Shirley's had been cannonballs; Ann's looked like they would be mangos, big mangos, more elongated than globular. I managed to press my arm against the one closest to me and I was sure that she knew it was intentional.
Finally after together we'd solved a geometry problem I turned to face her and, putting my hand on the back of her head, drew her face close to mine. Her soft lips parted easily and then her mouth opened wider to accept my tongue. There was a practiced skill about our kissing, a skill gained from hours that had frustrated me beyond belief. Did it also frustrate her? Did girls get the same kind of ache that guys got from swollen balls?
My hands stroked her back, feeling the strap of her brassiere. "Mmmmm Joe... don't get ideas," Ann murmured as I slipped my hands under her shirt. It was time for the collapsing leg. I gave a little kick at the weakened prop and the bench sagged as the bench leg buckled.
"Oh! Darn!" I mumbled, managing to keep my balance and holding Ann up as well. The bed was only three feet away so, mouths still locked together in a tongue-tangling kiss, and we moved over and sprawled across it. We were lying on our sides, facing one another. I had both hands under her shirt now, caressing the silky skin of her back and trying, unobtrusively, to unfasten her brassiere clasp. I got lucky. The clasp must have been defective or worn because, with only a touch from a finger, it opened. I could feel, against my chest, the sudden sag of her heavy breasts and I slid one hand around to the front.
"Don't Joe... Mmmmm... don't touch me there... " but her words were meaningless for she made no attempt to escape my exploratory fondling. I eased her onto her back and, although she uttered weakly protesting whimpers, I worked her t-shirt upwards until I could feel the nakedness of her lovely, big mammaries against my chest.
"You're lovely, Ann... so beautiful," I murmured as I nuzzled her neck and moved my head lower until I was past the bunched t-shirt and my chin was nested in the warm valley between her tits.
"Joe... no... don't," Ann said in a soft, uncertain voice. "Please... we have to stop."
By the time my girlfriend had stammered out her half-hearted protest, I had raised up above her, filling my hands with the luscious fleshiness of her malleable breasts and dipping my head to take one of the thick, rubbery nipples between my lips.
"Oh! Oh Joe!" my lovely companion gasped as I sucked on her nipple and her hips squirmed against me. Gently I mauled and tugged at her jugs, kissing them, rolling hard nipples between thumb and forefinger and learning as I did so what pleased her. My elbow was near her thighs and, as Ann squirmed and writhed in panting acceptance of my oral assault on her breasts, I angled my arm between her loosely parted legs.
"So lovely, Ann... You're beautiful... wonderful," and I could sense from the reaction of her body that my words were enhancing the seductive effect of my kisses. My elbow slid between her kilt-clad thighs, pressing hard and feeling the heat of her pussy, even through the woolen garment. Her legs opened wider and then I had another lucky break.
Ann's kilt was held closed by a heavy safety pin the pin must have popped open. The overlapped section of the kilt, unpinned, was likely moved by the action of my elbow and suddenly I felt the warm, bare flesh of my girlfriend's thigh pressing my elbow.
"Joe! No!" Ann cried out when I lost my cool and grabbed her between her legs. Her thighs clamped shut on my wrist but my hand had enough freedom to squeeze the softness I could feel through her flimsy, oily-wet panties.
"Let me... please Ann... let me do this... you like it don't you?"
"No... Yes... I do but... Please, Joe... please?"
She'd been there before, I'm sure, but she sounded scared, torn between fear and desire. Desire won and her thighs relaxed. My fingers slipped under the leg of her sodden panties to feel the incredible softness of her cunt. I knew enough to seek her clit and I found it right away.
"Hannh! Annh!" she cried out almost as soon as I rubbed her hard, slick erectile and her hips jerked and thrashed. For sure she was cumming. I rubbed hard, thrilled by the pulpy wetness of her cuntflesh under my fingers. Then, after a moment as she slumped down, Ann pushed my hand away. "No... no more," she whimpered, "Not now."
"Ann... oh Ann darling," I moaned and I fucked against her hip. "Oohhh darling... I hurt," and that was an understatement. My balls felt like heavy balloons and they ached painfully. I grabbed her wrist and forced her hand under the waist of my loose fitting sweatpants. Force is maybe too strong a word for her hand went easily to where I wanted it.
"Joe... I'm sorry... can I... like... help?" Before her timid query was complete, I was on my back with my sweatpants pushed down past my knees, freeing my throbbing cock.
"Oh! Oh Joe," Ann gasped softly as her fingers contacted my hardness. "What do you want me to do?" She turned towards me, staring with seeming fascination at my upthrust tool.
"Hold it darling... pump it," and I reached for her other hand.
Gaze fixed on my purple-tipped penis. Ann acquiescently shifted position to accommodate my wishes, her upper body raised and leaning over me and getting both hands on my organ. "What? How?" she asked timourously and I guided her.
"Oh yes, sweetheart... like that," I moaned and, grasping my big, rock-hard staff with her warm hands, she began to pump. My own hands were on her luscious breasts as they hung and swayed loosely over me, squeezing and tugging at the heavy, pendulous fleshbags. I could feel the pressure, the tightening of my testicles from my imminent climax.
"Oh? Oh Joe?" Ann exclaimed in a hushed, breathless voice when my overstressed tool jumped in her snugly gripping hands. "Oh! Oh my!" she cried out with surprise when the first jet of gism erupted, the creamy stream taking a parabolic path to splash onto her bare thigh. "Joe?" she murmured, looking and sounding awestruck as successive, smaller squirts spurted, then dribbled from the tip of my cock to run down over her hands.
"Oohhh Ann," I moaned, fucking up into her cum-wetted hands but, as the shock of my sudden explosion passed, she quickly removed them from my dryly-bucking tool.
"Yeech," Ann mumbled, her pretty mouth twisting in an expression of distaste. "You should have warned me, Joe." And she wiped her hands on the bedspread.
"Sorry, Ann... I couldn't stop it," I apologized, disappointed by her reaction. To make matters worse, there was a whitish splotch on her Black Watch tartan and it took a few minutes to clean it up. That ended our study session for that night and I feared it might end them forever. Fortunately I was wrong.
"We can't do that again, Joe... what we did the other night." It was Thursday, three nights since we had masturbated each other. But an hour later we were again on the bed and I was feasting on her marvelous mammaries.
"You're lovely, darling," I crooned as I surreptitiously
unfastened the pin of her kilt. Tonight she was wearing an
"Joe? No? What are you doing," my girlfriend asked as my kisses moved ever lower, across the firm, silky flesh of her flat belly. Conditioned by our intimacy of Monday night, she had allowed me to put my hand between her legs, albeit outside her clothes, and her breathing had taken on the ragged sound that revealed her arousal. I have no doubt that she had decided to let me give her the same pleasure as on the other night, probably with a proviso that we would somehow contain my ejaculation so she didn't have to feel it on her bare hand, or clean it off her clothes.
"Let me kiss you, darling... let me kiss you there," I pleaded. The thought of kissing a girl's pussy didn't really turn me on but I'd heard guys say that if she let you do that, you were certain to get all the way.
"But Joe? Oh Joe? You can't," Ann sort of whimpered as my lips reached the elastic waist of her panties. The kilt was parted now and her lower body was bare except for the flimsy briefs. I tugged them down, my mouth following and finding the coarse, curly bush. "Oh Joe? You shouldn't?" she protested but desire and carnal curiosity were overcoming her better judgment.
"Mmmmm... please Ann... I want to kiss you so much," and, wordlessly, she arched her hips slightly allowing me to tug her panties down. The curly hair of her bush tickled my nose as I went lower and then my lips contacted the bulge of cuntflesh at the juncture of her thighs.
"But there? Oh Joe? Are you sure?" Cunnilingus was something she'd heard of, but only in the girl's equivalent of locker room gossip. It was essentially the same for me except that I'd had the benefit of what I'd read in Lou's secret trove of sex material and I was about to put what I'd read last year into practice. I pushed her panties further down and my reluctantly compliant study-partner shifted her legs to assist.
I rolled over across her thighs, sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel beside it and expecting at any moment that her loose-legged compliance would end. But it didn't. Ann let me drag her after me until she was lying flat with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed and her shapely thighs parted acquiescently as I shouldered them wide. My lips traversed along her inner thigh, my tongue caressing the velvety flesh, higher and higher until I was approaching my goal.
"Mmmmm... lovely, Ann... you're lovely," I murmured as I continued to lick and kiss the inner sides of her thighs. I could hear soft whimpers but, so far, no gaps of protest or anything else. Remembering what I'd read, I let my lips reach the crevice where her legs joined her torso, then lower along her thighs. Cautiously I moved her legs until they were dangling over my shoulders and she was totally open to my oral assault.
I was surprised at how much hair Ann had above and around her pussy. Little Shirley had been virtually hairless and Brenda had had a crown of curls on her mons but Ann's mons was a thick forest and the hair was also like a halo around her vulva. Open as she was, there was more than a hand's-breadth of space between her thighs and her hair-wreathed labia were fat and thick and gaping so that I could see the pink flesh of her inner lips. Poking out at the top of the crevice I saw the monk's hood that hid her clitoris but, following the detailed instructions in Lou's literature, I went slowly, still expecting her to push me away at any moment.
Ann whimpered softly but didn't reject me when I slid my hands under her lush ass and insinuated my shoulders under her thighs so that her mysterious sex was totally open and accessible to my oral assault. I pressed my face into her bush, feeling the moist softness of her swollen labia touch my lips. When I backed away slightly, her hips rose as if trying to maintain contact. There was an exciting, musky odour that added to my pleasure and, I pushed my face into her vulva, then retreated, establishing a sort of rhythm until my study-partner was straining upward, seeking closer contact.
"Haannhhh," she sighed when I thrust my tongue between the wet, slippery fleshrolls of her cunt. "Aaannhhh," she moaned and her legs opened wider when I licked up and down the length of the humid slit. I probed with my tongue, finding the sought for portal to her inner body and thrusting my tongue inside. Her vagina had a sharp, exhilarating taste and, as I tongue-fucked her, she uttered little pants and moans and her pelvis rotated down as if she was seeking something more.
"Unnhhh?" Ann whined, a hesitant protest when I backed away and looked again at her fat cunt. The glistening, white tip of her clitoris was projecting, peeking out from under its pink hood. I flicked my tongue against the little pearl and heard my compliant girlfriend gasp. Her legs shuddered as I pushed my face into the soft wetness of her fat pussy and got my lips wrapped around the diminutive cum-trigger, thrumming it rapidly with my tongue. I alternated between tongue thrumming and sucking as Ann's breathing became louder and faster and I knew I was bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"Haannhhh," she cried out as her pelvis arched up and she ground her sodden pussy-pudding against my face. The pulpy flesh of her cunt was alive, bulging and writhing and swelling outwards until I thought I would drown in the wetness of her spasming twat. Her legs suddenly locked tightly around my ears and her hands were holding my head as she bucked and jerked in the throes of orgasm, her cries of completion muffled by the sound-blocking grip of her thighs on my head.
It was the most erotic experience I'd ever had in my brief sexual lifetime. Ann's legs fell away from my head and I could hear more clearly her ragged breathing. I raised my face from her still spasming cuntflesh and looked at my sexy, beautiful companion as she lay there in splay-legged abandon.
"Haannhhh?" Ann whimpered questioningly as I pushed her limply twitching frame higher on the bed, following her until I was poised over her, my knees between her widespread legs, my upper body supported on outstretched arms.
I angled my hips and directed my raging, ravenous erection to the bushy nest between her opened thighs and I thrust. "Hunhh?" my nakedly open study-partner gasped when my rigid tool ploughed upward in the slippery furrow between her hair-wreathed cuntlips, missing its target and ending up sliding onto her firm belly.
"Noooooooo," Ann whined weakly as I cocked my hips again and this time used my hand to guide my cock to the hot, narrow portal to her ripe, young body. Like a miner preparing to drill a blast hole, I collared the bulbous, purple knob in the defenselessly exposed mouth of her vagina, thrilling to the sensations as her hot moistness engulfed my sensitive cockhead. Excited though I was, I paused to fix the image of my conquest in memory.
Ann looked up at me, her passion-dulled eyes widening in alarm, her pretty, full-lipped mouth open and slack-jawed in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her big breasts sagged outwards, jiggling slightly as she breathed raggedly and, below the wide valley, her narrow waist flared in a gentle curve, the slender girl's hips wider than my own. We were connected by the ivory column of my long, thick shaft, the head immersed in her juicy, snug softness, hidden also by the thick, black bush that crowned her prominent mons.
"Ann... Oohhh darling," I moaned and I thrust slowly into the liquid heat of her inner body. Brenda had been wonderful but this was better. My lovely girlfriend looked so helpless, so defenseless, as she lay there with her long legs splayed wide, surrendering to my relentless assault.
"Naaahhhh," Ann whined but her vocal protest was not accompanied by any physical resistance. I was entering Heaven. I pushed into her, savouring the delightful sensations as the soft, hot channel surrounded me, gripping my throbbing tool and molding to every irregularity of its thickly veined length. "Unngh?" she grunted when I bumped something hard, deep inside her, and with a fierce, final lunge I pushed the blockage inward, burying my cock to the hilt inside her steamy interior.
"Noooo... no more... " my schoolmate whimpered but she need not worry. I was completely, totally inside her intimate shrine and I froze as I felt the beginning of my unwanted explosion. I squeezed the muscles of my groin, attempting to stay my climax, wanting to fuck this beautiful trophy-girl until she too came. But I couldn't.
My aching testicles were nestled in the crack of Ann's lush, firm ass and, as she rotated her pelvis downward in a belated attempt to escape my rude invasion, it was like a magic hand was milking me, drawing at my cock and tugging at my swollen balls.
"Unngh darling... darling," I moaned as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. I fucked her with short, deep jabs, bruising her flesh-padded, thickly bushed mons, making her big, loose breasts jump and jiggle with each hammering stroke. Ann looked up at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed but her shapely body remained tractable and receptive as she submitted to my lecherous assault.
My loins were on fire. The feel of her tightly clasping cuntflesh and the sight of her beautiful, sexy face and big, floppy-titted body aroused me mightily. I had no thought of her satisfaction, just my own as I filled my hands with her malleable titflesh, using the swollen fleshbags as purchase to pull myself even deeper into her laxly yielding frame.
The rush began from my painfully swollen, aching lust-eggs and I rammed fiercely up into my totally dominated schoolmate. I was aware of but not listening to her sobbing grunts as her thighs tightened in a too-late defensive instinct as the fire in my loins concentrated in my bucking, jerking shaft. I know I groaned in ecstasy, going off deep inside her tight-fitting passage, feeling the hot wetness as I gushed and pumped my sperm into her cock-stretched vagina.
"Oohhh God, Ann... I'm sorry... I couldn't wait," I sighed as I slumped down, full weight, on top of her.
"Hanh... Joe... hanh... Joe... " Ann sobbed, her sobs making her body jerk, causing her cum-flooded twat to gurgle around my deflating tool. "I didn't hanh... you shouldn't... hanh... I was a virgin... hanh... almost."
"But you... Oohhh darling," I crooned, moved by her distress and catching myself before I said that she couldn't be almost a virgin. I kissed her soft mouth, caressing her tear-wetted cheeks and making slow thrusts in her sodden depths with my semi-erect cock. "Don't cry sweetheart... I'll make it better for you," and I kissed her again.
"Noooo... hanh... gotta go... hanh... home," but my study-partner lay docilely under me as my lips traversed from her to her neck and down to her lovely breasts. I eased out of her, the air feeling cool on my tool after the hotly flooded enclosure of her cunt. Her nipples were flat and soft but, when my tongue and lips caressed them the aureoles crinkled and her nipples became quickly thick and hard. My fingers were swimming in the greasy softness of her pussy as excess semen drained to blend with her own juices.
"Please Joe... gotta go home," Ann whimpered again but her sobs had abated to be replaced by ragged breathing of a different sort. I nipped her slippery clit between my fingers and teased it while I mouthed her hard-nippled tits.
I moved my lips from her neck, down to her narrow waist then back again, pausing en route to pay homage to her big, floppy breasts. My schoolgirl friend lay open to my marauding fingers, her lush hips writhing with obvious pleasure while I played with her acquiescent body. It was soon apparent that, when my lips pressed to the firm convexity of her belly, she wanted me to continue my downward passage. She uttered little, soft whimpers and sort of wriggled, inching snakelike higher on the bed and bringing her bulging, hirsute mons closer to my mouth. The message was inescapable; she wanted me to suck her pussy again.
The thought of tasting my own semen did not appeal to me in the least but neither had the thought of kissing her there appealed. I moved my head lower. Ann's cum-trigger was easy to find this time. I had two fingers inside her snug, juicy opening and I fastened my lips on the little projection directly above.
"Hannh!" the reluctantly aroused girl cried out and her hips heaved, her hands suddenly pushing my head hard into her sloppy snatch. I thrummed the slick bud with my tongue and I felt a twitch, a squeezing contraction of her cuntmouth around my fingers. Ann's belly was bulging and palpitating, her pelvis bucking and squirming and her breathless cries were exploding with machine-gun rapidity. She was cumming again.
By the time my sated study-partner pushed my head away from her love nest, I was erect again and ready for more. But it wasn't to be.
"Joe... hanh... Joe... No... I have to go home," Ann protested when I moved over her lax body. "It's late."
She was right. I didn't want her to get in trouble at home so we couldn't study together again. Slowly and somewhat awkwardly, she recovered her panties and, after we searched for a minute or so, we found the pin for her kilt. Her goodnight kiss seemed a bit cool, especially after what we had done, but I hoped it had no significance. It did.
Next day Ann didn't show up for school and, when she did the following day, she avoided me. It was Monday before I had a chance to talk to her.
"Are you mad at me, Ann?" I whispered when I joined her sitting alone at a table in the library.
"Shouldn't I be? You treated me like a slut. You ruined me."
"But... like... you wanted to, didn't you? And you did it before with someone else?"
"That doesn't count... he raped me... and so did you... sort of."
"But darling... " Damn. How was I going to get her back to the house again? She was the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the school. "I'm sorry, Ann... I thought you wanted to? Come study with me tonight and I promise that I won't try anything... please?" My promise was predicated on my expectation that my schoolmate had enjoyed our lovemaking enough that deep down she wanted more.
"No! Absolutely not!" and she looked at me with a severe expression, like a strict teacher. "I just hope you didn't make me pregnant," she added in a whisper, glancing around to make sure nobody could hear.
I didn't exactly give up on her but, by the end of the week, I was looking for other solace. The object of my attention was Betty, a short, buxom girl in Grade Nine. Rumour had it that Betty was putting out for Grade Twelve guys and also one of the male teachers and that she 'fucked like a mink'. And, when I made conversation with her in the hallway, the way she simpered and thrust out her big tits at me seemed to confirm the rumours.
By chance, Ann came by and, although she pretended not to notice us, I could see that she looked closely. Was she jealous? Maybe? For the next few school days I made a point of talking often to Betty, especially at times when I figured Ann would see us. The thought of screwing the sexy youngster was appealing but, with her reputation, fucking her did not rank with getting into Ann again. And it worked.
"Uh, Joe? Like, I'm having a lot of trouble with Trig? Can you? Like? Can you come to the library with me and help me tonight?"
"I don't like working in the library, Ann. But you could come over to my place... I promise I won't... you know?"
"Uh, I don't know, Joe? Do you mean it? Promise?"
Mrs. Baxter had just left when I heard a timid knock at the back door and I let Ann in. My room was set up again as it had been the first time, including the trick leg on the bench. Needless to say, I had no intention of honouring my promise but I suspect that Ann didn't expect or want me to, either. I wondered it there was any significance to the fact that she was wearing the same Black Watch tartan kilt as she had that other, wonderful evening.
Sitting close together on the small bench, it was natural that my thigh was pressed to hers. After a while I began a slow, rhythmic movement with my leg rubbing against hers. She pretended not to notice although it must have been apparent to her that I was coming on to her. Soon I was frequently brushing my arm against the swell of her nearest breast and, when that near-intimacy was not rebuffed, I just leaned closer so that my arm remained pressed to the resilient protuberance.
"Joe? You promised?" my study-partner said softly when I put my arm around her and cupped a heavy tit-melon. "It isn't safe?"
"Can I just kiss you, darling?" and without waiting for an answer, I twisted around and found her mouth with mine. Her soft lips quivered, then parted and then our tongues meshed while I worked my hand under her sweater and t-shirt to fondle her bra-encased breasts.
"Oohhh Joe," Ann sighed, slowly breaking off our kiss. "Will you promise? Just kiss... that's all."
"I promise, darling," and compliantly she let me guide her over to the bed. She knew how reliable my promises were so I have no doubt that she was willing and prepared to permit me some liberties with her luscious body.
Together, horizontal on the bed, her kilt was soon open, her brassiere off and her panties dangling from one ankle of her widespread legs. I was feasting on her big, naked breasts while my fingers were teasing her swollen cuntflesh and clitoris. It had been easier than I'd ever dreamed it would be. Her cunt had been dripping wet right at the beginning, indicating that she had been thinking of this as much as I.
"Oohhh, Joe?" Ann murmured some twenty minutes later as I mounted her quivering frame. She'd opened herself with eager alacrity to my tongue-thrusting, clit-sucking assault on her fat, hairy pussy and I had given her two, maybe even three orgasms. Now I was above her, my eight-inch tool throbbing and hard as a steel bar. "Can I? Like? Use my hand?" and as she asked timidly, she reached down to grasp the shaft.
"Please, darling... just for a minute... let me?"
"Be careful, Joe... it's OK tonight... I just finished my period... but... " and she didn't complete whatever she planned to say as I directed my knob between the soft, swollen lower lips. "Haannhhh," she sighed as I entered the snug, wet well, thrilling to the feel of her velvety cuntflesh surrounding my tool. "Unngh!" she grunted with a hot outrush of breath when the head of my cock bumped her cervix and, with a firm lunge, I embedded the last inch of thick cock into the depths of her vagina.
"Darling... Oohhh sweetheart," I moaned with delight, "That feels so good... you're so hot and tight. Is it good for you?"
"So big... feels so big," my lovely conquest gasped and her words made me feel even better. Shirley had said something like that too but now I was hearing it from a sixteen year old and it meant more. "Did you? Like? Did you cum?"
"Not yet, darling," and I began a slow in-out movement, determined that this time I was going to enjoy a longer ride on her lithe frame. Supporting my upper body away from hers with one outstretched arm, I reached down between our coupled bodies to where my shaft was slowly entering and withdrawing from her juicy cunt. I heard her sharp intake of breath when I found her clitoris and began to massage the slick nubbin.
Very soon Ann's thighs closed on mine, trembling and making little jumps as I increased my tempo. Then her trim hips made an inward roll, followed by a jerky little heave and I knew I was making progress. When I'd fucked her before she'd been merely an acquiescently limp receptacle for my pent-up semen but now she was becoming a participant. She was beginning, albeit awkwardly and tentatively, to fuck back at me.
"Yes darling... Oohhh yesss," I crooned, savouring the clasping envelopment of her hot, soft vagina. As the force of my thrusts increased, her big, floppy boobs bounced and swayed and she began to meet my inward plunges with erratic upward heaves of her firm hips.
"Hunh hunh hurry," my lovely partner panted. Her eyes were wide open and glassily staring up at me, her pretty mouth opening and closing in time with my thrusts. "Hunh hanh hunh hanh," sounded breathily and her lips twisted, her eyes squinted as if she was exerting extreme effort and a long, sibilant moan exited her gaping mouth.
I felt the sudden rapid sequence of contractions of her hotly gripping channel and I fell forward on top of her. My chest rubbed on the cushioning softness of her breasts and I slid my hands under her lush ass, levering myself into her to the maximum depth I could achieve. I could feel the muscles of her ass melons working frantically and her long legs rose to wrap around my hips. My mouth covered hers as I hammered her with short, fierce shunts, her gasping breaths gusting into my mouth and in my loins I felt the huge heat of my own climax.
"Haannhhh," Ann wailed, the sound muffled by my mouth on hers, and she went suddenly limp, her legs falling away to lie jerkily on either side of mine. I made one final lunge and, grasping her lovely ass tightly, I stayed deep inside her as I exploded. My deeply buried cock was bathed by the hot wetness of my ejaculation and my lovely partner twitched and quivered under me, her vaginal muscles involuntarily milking me like a pulpy hand.
"Darling... oh Ann darling... you're wonderful," I sighed as I relaxed on her open body.
"Joe... Oohhh Joe... I hope it's safe," she whimpered softly as her arms went around me and she hugged me.
"Have you done it much? I mean, like, before?"
We were dressed again and sitting on the edge of the bed when, shyly, Ann asked that question.
"No... just once," I lied although it wasn't much of a lie. "Have you?"
"No! Of course not!" my study-partner said emphatically. "Just once... and he raped me."
"Was it bad," I asked, not really believing her.
"I was only twelve and he hurt me. It was my cousin. I hate him."
Maybe she was telling the truth. It didn't matter that much to me anyway. All I wanted was more opportunities to plough that fat furrow, the fleshy ground that he'd first broken. At least I'd had one virgin.
You might say we got into a sort of study pattern, Monday and Thursday, although it was only two weeks. And then, on what would have been our third time after this night, Ann changed the rules.
"We can't, Joe. Not tonight. Not for more than a week. It's not safe."
Ann was essentially naked when she broke the bad news. We had studied briefly and then had got on the bed. I had given her several orgasms with my increasingly skilled oral technique and was aching to be in her, to once again empty my gism into her receptive fuckwell.
"But... but Ann? I'm in pain? Please? I'm sure it will be OK."
"No! Absolutely not! You gave me one scare. That's enough. But I'll... like... use my hand. I'll do it that way."
"But? But... please, Ann... will you use your mouth... please?"
"No! What do you think I am?" she reacted angrily. "I'm not that kind of girl."
"But Ann?" My hand was on her pussy, fingering her pulpy, slippery cuntflesh. "That's not fair... I do it for you?"
"Yeah... but... like, I don't do what you do. I don't cum like you do."
"I know, Ann... but... please? It's not fair?" I tried gently to push her head down toward my groin and my throbbingly erect cock.
"Well... maybe I could... just for a moment, if you promise... like... you gotta promise you won't cum in my mouth?"
I looked at her wide, pretty mouth and thrilled at the thought of having those thick lips wrapped around my cock. "I promise... just for a minute or two, darling... like I've done for you." My promises to her on sexual matters were noteworthy mainly for being unkept but I guess she didn't think of that. Little Shirley could have told her aslo how reliable my promises were.
"But... like... I don't know how?"
"Just kiss it, sweetheart... take it into your mouth," I sort of whispered. It didn't seem to me that it should be very difficult. "Maybe if you just... like... just get on your knees?" and I eased her naked body off the bed until she was kneeling before me, between my knees as I sat on the edge of the bed.
I bent down and kissed her soft mouth and fondled her heavily hanging boobs as she knelt nervously between my knees. Cradling her face with my hands I guided her mouth toward my throbbing erection.
Ann looked up at me with an almost angry expression. "I don't want to do this, Joe. You're not being fair to me, either... making me do it?"
"Please, Ann... please... just for a minute?"
"Alright... but just this once... and you can't... I won't let you... promise you won't cum in my mouth?"
"I promise, darling... but please... just for a minute?"
With obvious reluctance and distaste my kneeling schoolmate kissed the dripping tip of my cock. Still holding her face in my hands, I urged her closer, thrilling to the feel of her soft lips and my slick knob pushed between them to bump against her tightly clenched teeth.
"Oh darling, please... just take it in a little bit," I pleaded and, looking up at me with accusing eyes, she opened her mouth. The feel of her hot, moist mouth engulfing the tip of my throbbing tool, sliding over the sensitive, tautly stretched foreskin was intensely erotic. "Oohhh darling." I moaned with pleasure, "Oohhh sweetheart... it feels so good... wonderful."
The accusative expression in her eyes seemed to soften and I felt her tongue make a little swirl, sending more hot tingles rushing through my loins. I gently urged her closer and, after a momentary resistance, she allowed more of my cock to enter the delightful, wet cavern of her sexy mouth. Carefully I moved her head causing her mouth to slide over my prick as it went in and out. She wasn't objecting and soon she was taking in half of the thickly veined shaft, soft whimpers sounding from her as she did.
"It's heavenly, darling... never felt anything as wonderful," I moaned and, as if taking pleasure from pleasing me, my teenage lover began to bob her head without my guiding hands. Saliva drooled from her mouth and I arched forward, wanting to get deeper.
"Glangh," Ann gagged when I bumped the entrance to her throat. "No... not so far," she protested, drawing back so that my cock was out of her mouth, just touching her chin. "You won't cum, will you? Not in my mouth?"
"No darling... just do it some more," I whispered , "Just a moment more?" and again she engulfed my tool with her wetly drooling mouth. The scene was intensely erotic. My beautiful study mate was on her knees, her fat lips encircling my cock, caressing it as it slid in and out. And then she sucked on it. It felt like her gentle suction was drawing the blood right to the tip and I thought my hugely throbbing organ would burst.
"Can I stop now?" My lovely, sexy companion backed away again and looked up at me with her big, dark eyes.
"Please, sweetheart... a little more... suck me like you just did... please?"
She was definitely getting used to it and her soft lips enclosed me again with no hesitation. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked me harder than before. The firm, little pebbles on her tongue prickled me with friction, inducing even more heat in me. The sight of her gazing up with her liquid eyes as she took me deep into her mouth and the sound of her slurping and mmmmming as she sucked me was too much. My heavily swollen testicles almost jumped in their loose-skinned sac as their pent-up contents began the race through my system.
"Oh God, Ann!" I gasped and I grabbed her head, holding her with my cock enclosed within. She sensed what was about to happen and I'm sure she felt the telltale jump of my shaft between her lips. She tried to pull away.
"Nunnghh," her muffled protest sounded, "Glullgghh," she choked as my semen blasted into her mouth. For a moment her lips loosened their grip on my tool and her head pushed back at my restraining hand as she tried to escape the gushing flood that was spurting into her unwilling mouth. And then, as the intense heat of orgasm wracked my loins, she suddenly dove forward, her lips wrapping around by bucking cock and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me wantonly and noisily. I could hear the wet, slurpy gurgles emanating from her hot tongued, soft-lipped mouth as she sucked and swallowed my cum. It felt like she was drawing the very essence of my lust from me, from my heels to the tip of my tool. It was fantastic.
"You promised you wouldn't?" Ann whimpered when, finally, she released my cum-drained organ from her mouth. A white glob of gism trickled from the corner of her lips to drop stringily onto the swell of her naked breast.
Silently she dressed, ignoring my attempts to make peace. I'd expected her to be angry with me for cumming in her mouth but I'd thought she would quickly forgive me.
I didn't see Ann until noon, next day. I was a bit apprehensive when she met me in the hallway. And I was totally surprised when she put her arms around me and hugged me. It was the first time she'd ever made a public display that might indicate we were more than just classmates.
"Do you want me tonight... to study?"
"Sure, Ann. Sure," and my surprise and pleasure must have been visible.
The neighbour lady had barely closed the front door behind her that night when I heard a timid knock on the back door. Ann must have been there, just waiting for the lady to leave.
"I can't stay late tonight," my study mate said hesitantly. "Is that? Like? Will it be OK if I go at eight thirty?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs ahead of me.
"Uh, sure. I guess so," and my unruly cock stirred as I watched her lovely buttocks move under her kilt.
As soon as we sat on the narrow bench, I put my arm around her and hefted one heavy breast. Ann turned to me, tilting her head and obviously offering her mouth to me to be kissed. As her soft, mobile lips moved against mine I remembered how they'd looked stretched around my cock and my hand went under her kilt.
Two minutes later she was standing beside the bed, compliantly allowing me to remove her clothing, piece by piece. I'd seen her mostly undressed but never completely naked and it was intensely exciting. As I undressed her, I caressed and kissed her, her mouth, her neck, her marvelous, big breasts and her firm belly. And then my face was between her thighs and I was licking her hair-wreathed labia, tonguing her clit.
"Joe... hanh... whah... what do you want... hanh... want me to do?" Ann panted after she had collapsed on the bed with a tongue-induced orgasm. "Do you want me to... you know? To suck you? You can... you know? You can cum in my mouth again... if you want to?" Then my lovely, naked girl leaned and reached across to get the little pack containing her books. I was finishing undressing as she fumbled inside it, and then drew out a small package. "I got these, Joe... stole them from Daddy's dresser," and she handed me a small package of condoms. "You can... like... use them tonight. That is... like? If you want to?"
""My God, Ann... yes," and my arms were around her as we fell together onto the bed. Her legs parted compliantly as I pulled myself higher and then I was in her. She was wet and ready for me, as if she'd been thinking about this.
"Joe? Annh, Joe? It isn't safe, you know? Not tonight" but even as she warned me, she gave a sexy wriggle of her trim hips under mine. "I want it, too... if you do... but... like? Will you put on a safe?"... and the evening went quickly and smoothly.
Having me cum in her mouth seemed to have turned Ann into a submissive, compliant sex toy for me and for the rest of the school year it was great.
After my Landlady returned, we had to make do in dark corners until the weather warmed and we could use the parks and fields. I was off to higher education the next year while Ann went to secretarial school. It was over.