Maturity is more than physical development-it's also a state of mind. Here is a tale of a physically mature but sexually innocent tomboy not quite nineteen years old who, after spying on her best friend, discovers the wonders to be enjoyed with the opposite sex. The friend-despite her sexual experience and voluptuous body-turns out to be less sexually mature than our inexperienced heroine, who becomes the trailblazer as both girls explore their sexual coming of age.
What is meant by innocence? Innocence and ignorance are not the same. Even after being initiated into coital rites by a trusted friend, Kimberly-our tomboy heroine-could be said to be innocent. When she is attacked by two neighborhood bullies and realizes how strongly arousing is her hard athletic body to men of all ages, she is innocent no longer. Using her newly-learned erotic skills, she has her revenge on the two who ravished her, and gains
Yet, her basic feminine instinct sensed that there was something about her that made men want to touch her-made them want to do things to her. Embarrassing, carnal things. Was it her pretty face and blond hair? Her long-legged, coltish build? Or perhaps her breasts, which were small, but were beginning to show signs of a fuller womanliness soon to come?
As much as beginning to discover boys, Suzanne was discovering herself. An innocent bath one morning turned into an experience that excited her curiosity about male and female bodies, and sex. And the erotic rhythm of riding a horse brought her to the realization that she was subject to sensual forces that she could not easily control.
Suzanne couldn't find the nerve to "let go" around boys, but she couldn't leave them alone either. At night she had to put up with raw sex taking place right under her nose, as her sister and the hired man became like barnyard animals when the moon came out Soon it would be Suzanne's turn....
And there would be Kevin, and Randy, and Sharkey and Ned, and....
In the end, Suzanne learns that often, with sex, the more you have-the more you may want And that-although it doesn't matter where she does it or with whom she does it-she's happiest doing it with the one who loves her the most....
-THE PUBLISHERS, 1994
CHAPTER ONE
With her hair flying in the wind, the blonde girl went running around third base, heading for home. Her cap had fallen off somewhere between second and third, and she had no time to think about it. She had to prove she was as good a softball player as any boy on the team.
Home plate was just ahead of her, and she could tell from the position of the catcher the ball was coming in. She went into her slide and zipped in right under the tag. And even though the opposition catcher started yelling at the umpire, he knew he'd missed her, and that the call of "safe" was correct.
The game was just about over. Kimberly had no idea what the score was, nor did she really care. What mattered was she put those smartypants boys in their places, proving she was just as good as, if not better than, they.
Retrieving her cap, she walked over to the nine boys on her team and said, "Well?"
Butch, the leader of the other team, said, "Okay. So you can play. So you're on the team. Be here on Thursday for the next game."
"Hey," Kimberly yelled as they started walking away. "Where are you guys going? We have an hour until supper."
"Yeah, well I don't know about you," Butch said, "but we guys are full of water, and we have to unload."
"There are no rest rooms around here," Kimberly said, innocently.
"We just go behind the old shack in the weeds over there," Butch told her. "Nobody sees us."
"Well, shit, now that I'm part of the team, don't you think I have the right to go with you?"
"No way," Butch answered, a sense of propriety oddly popping into his head. "We guys don't pull out our peckers and piss in front of no girl, no matter how good she plays. When they stop making separate men's and ladies' rooms, then you can join us. Until then, forget it."
Boy, are they dumb, Kimberly thought, walking away toward her house. What was the big deal about her watching them take a leak? She'd seen boys do it often enough when she was younger, but that was such a long time ago. A frown crossed her pretty face as she continued walking home. She had bright brown eyes and a short, turned-up nose. Her lips formed into a cupid's bow, and all the boys liked to tease her about her looking puckered and ready to kiss someone all the time.
She noticed her clothes were getting a bit small for her. Well, she was still a growing girl, even at eighteen. She really needed more than an tank top to cover the mounds of her upstanding breasts. But her pants had grown larger around her waist, even if the legs were somewhat shorter. What everybody called baby fat had disappeared, and was being replaced by more womanly roundness.
Unlike many girls her age and younger, Kimberly had never been particularly curious as to why boys were made differently from girls. She was certain she knew the answer without anyone telling her. If boys and girls were all made the same way, life would be very dull. But because they were built differently, each could play with the other as they might with toys. Kimberly had always wanted to play with a boy's penis as if it were a doll, caressing it, kissing it, making believe it was a baby that needed delicate handling. Funny, something she'd never seen fascinated her so. She pictured a penis to be like a big red candy stick, and she wondered if it tasted sweet.
It had been years since she'd played with dolls. She was ready to play with boys' penises. She was old enough for that now. She was going to be nineteen soon, almost a grownup. Grownups didn't play with dolls. Grownups played with each other.
It was five o'clock when she got home. Her mother was in the middle of making supper, and her best friend, Angela, was there, doing her homework.
She and Angela didn't look at all alike, even if they were as close as sisters. She had honey-blonde hair, while Angela had rich black hair. Both her parents had black hair, too, so Kimberly couldn't figure out why she should have been born with blonde hair.
Angela had also developed a lot faster than she. When Angela had been fourteen, she had been wearing a full-sized bra. She had needed it. And now Angela was wearing a really big bra, a thirty-eight with a C cup. Angela had solid breasts. They stood up very well, even when she t; ok her bra off. Angela did a lot of exercises, claiming they strengthened her pectoral muscles. But Kimberly didn't know the meaning of pectoral muscles. What she did know was, she didn't have to do any of those dumb exercises Angela did, because she was always out, competing with the boys, beating almost all of them at their own games. Her body was very firm.
While she was finishing with her shower, washing away all the grit and grime of the game, Kimberly heard the phone ring. While drying herself off, she went into her little room and, in passing the kitchen, noticed Angela was the one talking on the phone. She loved listening in on Angela's telephone calls, at least from Angela's end. She didn't dare pick up an extension. If she got caught, boy, what trouble she'd be in! Angela was always saying something silly, like, "You shouldn't say things like that," or, "I can hardly wait to feel it."
Feel what? What, in the whole wide world could feel so great, that her friend wanted to feel it?. Maybe she and her boy friend were going to Playland, the big amusement park. What was there to feel in an amusement park? This time as Kimberly listened, she heard Angela say, "All right I'll suck on it if you want me to that badly."
Was Angela's boy friend bringing along some different flavored lollipop or did he want Angela to suck something far more intriguing? And Angela was being so secretive about it! Kimberly had only barely heard her friend's whispered conversation, straining to hear what was being said.
"Her folks are going out tonight," Angela was saying. "We can come back here, and then I'll do it. But you have to do what I want, too."
This was really getting interesting. What was it Angela wanted her boy friend to do?
Kimberly planned to find out. She would be up in the attic, looking down through a hole in the floor that ran straight into her bedroom. She had been up in the attic before and she had seen the holes. There was one right over her room, and one over her parents' bedroom. She hadn't bothered peeking into her parents' room. What could those old farts do that was interesting?
Two or three times she had looked into her room while friends were changing, but she had been disappointed all those times. Angela was always primping in front of her dresser, or admiring her own breasts in front of the full length mirror on the back of Kimberly's door. But Kimberly hadn't been able to really see too much. The hole was directly over Angela's bed, and nothing ever seemed to go on there.
Now that she thought of it, what would she really be able to see tonight? If Angela was going to suck on something, she wouldn't really be doing it while sitting on the bed, would she? Well, what the hell, she'd go take a look, anyway.
Getting dressed, Kimberly went to greet her dad as he came home from work. Then everyone sat at the supper table and had two helpings of her mother's pot roast.
Since it was Friday night, Kimberly's parents told her they'd be out late, and not to wait up if she stayed home as planned. She nodded, knowing she wouldn't be watching TV later on, anyway.
Her parents were gone by eight-thirty, and Angela was gone a few minutes later. With nothing better to do, Kimberly sat watching TV for an hour and a half. She knew Angela would be bringing Mickey, her eighteen-year-old boy friend over shortly.
Taking an extra pillow and a blanket with her, Kimberly went up into the attic at ten and read some old romance novels using a flashlight, since she didn't want anyone seeing the lights on up in the attic. She was halfway through her first paperback, ready to doze off, when she heard Angela and Mickey come into the house.
When the light went on in her room, it came up through the floorboards. Kimberly took the pillow from behind her head and put it under her breasts as she rolled over, face down, so she could peer through the hole.
"Kimberly's gone out," she heard Angela say, coming into the room and shutting the door.
Mickey, the short, chunky, blond boy friend, was sitting on the bed, looking anxious. Kimberly couldn't see her friend's face, and wondered just what was going through Angela's mind.
"We could have some soft music," Angela whispered. "It would be cool."
"Great idea," Mickey nodded. "I always wanted it done to music."
"Remember," Angela said, her voice heavy with panting. "You promised to do it to me, too."
"Yeah," Mickey nodded, stretching out on her bed. "And I will, I will. But you go first."
Kimberly could see the bulge in Mickey's trousers at the groin.
Boy, she thought, why doesn't he do something to get rid of that swelling? It must be terribly uncomfortable.
Then she saw Angela ease herself onto the bed next to Mickey. She began kissing him, and he responded, eagerly.
It's just love mush, like in those dumb romantic movies Angela likes to watch, Kimberly thought. Boy, I'll bet this is going to be one dull evening.
Still, Kimberly kept her eye glued to the hole between the attic floorboards, and she saw her friend gyrating and pressing her full-figured form against Mickey. Even as she continued kissing him, Angela reached behind her and unhooked the top of her dress. She shrugged the dress down, lifting her body to peel it away from her breasts, then let it slide off the rest of the way, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Is she crazy? Kimberly thought, suddenly and strangely feeling herself start to get warm. Why the hell would she start getting undressed? Does she really intend going all the way with Mickey? Wasn't she going to stop at sucking?
She watched as Mickey's hand reached behind her friend's back and undid the snaps of her bra. Angela rolled a bit, letting Mickey pull the bra free, then he tossed it off to the side. The full, delightful globes of Angela's oversized breasts came bouncing against his shirtfront, rubbing their thickened nipples into him, making Mickey gasp.
"Shee-ittt!" he murmured. "I love these tits of yours. Every time I see them I wish I could have 'em cast in bronze and mounted, so I could look at 'em all the time."
"Well they're still attached to me," Angela giggled, "so you're going to have to enjoy them this way."
"Yeah," Mickey mumbled, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth as if he were nibbling on a grape.
Kimberly noticed her friend had soft brown nipples and aureoles, not pink like her own nipples. But Angela's were really big, and Mickey seemed to be having one big ball sucking on them. He was licking at the brown surfaces of her aureole, then lapping at the white neon-like flesh above.
The music in the room, though soft, had an insistent beat about it, and Angela was writhing in time to the music. Her panty-covered hips were squirming in fierce motion, twisting and turning. At one point, she pulled away from Mickey, got to her feet, and Kimberly could barely make out her friend doing some kind of rhythmic dance for Mickey. Her belly seemed to move in and out. And Angela had a nice, slightly rounded belly, not at all like the flat plane of Kimberly's stomach. Her white flesh seemed to shine all the more in the room, as she whispered, "D'you like what you see, Mickey?"
"I always like it," he replied.
Always? Kimberly thought. Mickey had seen Angela like this before? Why? True, her friend had a nice-looking body, but how could anyone just sit and look at a woman's body?
Yet, staring at the way Mickey was looking at her friend, Kimberly thought she might have to call a hospital. His mouth was hanging open, his tongue dangling out the side, and saliva was dripping into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared. She could even see a widening stain on the front of his pants that she attributed to his dripping saliva, though the stain seemed to be getting larger while Mickey's drool was falling elsewhere. And she could also see his hard penis twitching under those pants.
Kimberly didn't know why, but she was warm, very warm. She couldn't figure out why, because the attic was nicely ventilated, and it wasn't a hot night.
Angela glided over to where Mickey was sitting and eased herself into his lap, sitting on his pulsing erection as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Boy, how dumb could that friend of mine get? Kimberly wondered. She must have seen how swollen and painful Mickey's penis was. Why did she go and sit on it?
Angela's tongue was swirling through Mickey's mouth, making him gasp for breath. She continued leaning into him, letting him feel the soft nakedness of her bouncing boobs as they hotly dug into his chest. Mickey could feel the heat from them coming through his shirt. He could even feel the light film of perspiration covering them. His hands opened and closed, revealing how much he ached to feel them. His nostrils were quivering with the desire building higher and higher in his body. He would smell her natural, feminine scent, and it caused that old familiar craving to shudder through his body, making his nerve-endings tingle.
He trembled as he felt her fingers reach between her thighs and touch the swollen bulge pushing his pants up. He could feel her running her tender finger tips lightly around the bulbous head. Man! She had done this so many times before, and it had always ended with his either prematurely ejaculating into his underwear, or her having to jerk him off with her fist. But not tonight. Definitely not tonight....
She slid off his lap and sat on the side of the bed, reaching her hand lower down, cupping his testicles inside his pants. She rubbed them lightly, feeling how like large marbles they felt, in their own private sac of living leather.
Kimberly stared, not quite able to understand what her friend was doing. She knew Angela was playing with Mickey's penis, but why? Was she really going to actually suck it? To touch it? For real?
Mickey seemed to be either liking it or suffering terribly, the way he was moaning. Shit, maybe he had some kind of physical problem, and Angela was helping him with it.
"Hey," Angela was saying, "Are you going to stay like this all night? Her folks'll be home in two or three hours. Get those clothes off, huh."
She stood, hooked her thumbs into her parity's elastic, and sinuously wriggled as she peeled them off. They slid down along her full, curving hips, then fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay pooled on the floor.
Mickey's face flushed a rich red as his eyes locked on Angela's voluptuous body. She never stayed out too long in the sun, and she was white from her forehead to the soles of her feet, except for the rich brown of her nipples and the thick, lush growth of black pubic jungle.
"Every time I see that fantastic body of yours I go crazy," he told her. "One day, I'm going to throw you down on the floor and fuck you like mad."
Fuck? Kimberly had heard that word countless times, but she had always thought of it as a curse word, like hell, or damn, or even shit. She had never considered it might actually mean what was actually going on right in front of her.
"I'm glad I have that effect on you," Angela was saying to him.
She was completely aware of what she was doing to him, but liked to hear him say it. She turned a full circle before him, then walked to the foot of the bed, and crawled onto it behind where he was sitting, spreading her arms and thighs wide apart. Her eyes looked invitingly at him, as if offering herself to him.
Kimberly stared jealously at her friend's high, rounded breasts, feeling her own titties as only slight swellings. Heck, there was no kind of valley whatsoever between her breasts, yet Angela had a deep, narrow crevice between two magnificent pillows of firm flesh. Kimberly wished her own breasts had grown as large. Her friend's breasts seemed so perfectly shaped and contoured, with just the right touches of white and brown.
Then her eyes moved, as if along with Mickey's, to the perfect curvature of Angela's waist and hips. Her eyes roved inward, over both of Angela's columnar thighs, and her fingers moved down through her pajamas to her own bare pelvis. She envied Angela the lush growth of black, curling hair she had covering her wide pelvis. With her own hands all she could feel was the silken smoothness of her own blonde, sparsely-furred pubes. As she touched her puffy little labia, she saw the way Angela's fleshy slices seemed to stand out beneath the dark hair, so rounded and inviting. And as Kimberly felt light, viscous ointment begin to seep out from between her own thighs, she could see droplets of the dew Angela was emitting soaking into her dark pussy-cat hair, glistening in the light of the room.
Angela was teasing Mickey, and she was getting a tremendous thrill from it. She was fully aware of the desirability of her body, and was enjoying watching him stand there, panting and squirming as he began tearing his own clothing off. She writhed a little, making her curves come alive with wanton magnetism, and she heard Mickey gasp.
"Hell! I've never been this hot for you before," he gulped, pulling down his underwear.
His hard, throbbing penis sprang into view, and Kimberly had to suppress a laugh. Damn, it looked so small, especially when she compared it to the mental image she'd always had in her fantasies.
Big throbbing cocks, as large as her arm, had populated her dreams for years, and Mickey's real thing came as something of an anti-climax.
At any rate, Mickey's was somewhere between five and six inches in length. She couldn't quite tell because the golden bush he sported on his own pelvis covered a lot of it. It was all white except for the knobby head, which was a brilliant red.
Did penises come in different colors as well as different shapes? Kimberly wondered. After all, she remembered her dream penis having a pink shaft and a throbbing purple head, which was completely exposed all the time. Mickey's seemed to have a small collar of flesh around the corona.
Mickey was standing against the bed now, facing Angela, letting his penis stick out over her white, lithe form. A small pearl drop of lubricant bubbled out of the tiny slit at the tip and clung tenaciously to the red knob.
"Hey, that really looks like something great," Angela said, telling Mickey what he wanted to hear. "I'm glad you're up and ready for action. Come, rest beside me on the bed and we'll get right down to it."
"Down on it," Mickey corrected, lying full length on the bed beside her, stretching his chunky body beside hers.
He lay on his back, a weak grin on his face, waiting for what he'd been wanting for such a long time now. He knew he wouldn't be able to fuck Angela. She was a virgin, and had sworn to her parents she would remain that way until she was at least half-way through college. She had another year to go. Ever since he'd been dating her, he'd been trying to get her to do something, though. At first, it was hard enough kissing her. Then, after two months, she'd allowed him to caress her breasts, but only over her dress. It took another month before she removed the top of her dress and let him fondle and suck her nipples. All this did was make his blue balls even bluer, but Angela refused to touch him.
Two months later, he was feeling her pussy, but just on the outside, since she refused to permit any kind of penetration. In return, she would squeeze his cock through his pants until he'd come in his underwear. And then, one evening, she'd pulled down his zipper all by herself and she'd taken it out. She'd teased it with her fingers, then wrapped her fist around it. But before she could do any jerking, he had shot another load. She jumped away, not wanting to get any of it on her dress. The next time she used a tissue and caught the sperm, though she'd had to tug on it a dozen times before he'd come.
For the past month, she'd allowed him to put his fingers into her cunt, though he had been careful not to pop her cherry. And she, in return, had been jerking him off with regularity.
Two days earlier, they had gotten their hands on the Kama Sutra, where Aupanshtaka, or fellatio, was described in detail. And Angela had agreed to suck his cock if he, in return, would eat her pussy.
Now Angela's delicate, white hand reached down and gripped his throbbing penis, feeling it throb all the more strongly as she touched it. She tugged lightly on it, watching the lubricant come bubbling up thickly, washing all along the reddened dome. Then her fingers eased down to the sperm-bloated sac. caressing the wrinkled scrotum with her open palm. She felt him shudder and bounce on the bed as her fingers danced over his skin.
"Hasn't anyone else ever touched you?" Angela asked, teasing him, giving it a squeeze.
Kimberly, her fingers still sticky and locked between her thighs, felt herself feeling funnier and funnier as she watched the way Mickey's mottled phallus seemed to swell a little larger as her friend continued caressing it. Maybe she shouldn't deny her desire to play with boys, after all.
"OOOOOOOOOH, BABBBYYYYY!" Mickey gasped, feeling her fingers touch sensitive areas, sending mad shivers racing up and down his torso. "I ... UHHHHH ... don't ask you about ... OOOH ... other guys ... AHHHHHHH ... just go to work, honey...."
Angela smiled and continued caressing the
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"Ohhh ... honey boy ... honey boy ... UHHHH! YESSSSSS!"
I gasped and moaned myself as I watched her brown fingers dig into the muscles of Kevin's ass. His skin was so white there! And hers so dark! She was pulling him even deeper now, opening her thighs farther than I thought it was possible for a human girl to spread. Silvy shook her body so hard that Kevin shook, too.
"Deeper," she growled.
"Oh dear heaven it's sooo good!" Her teeth clicked together as she bit at his cheek and ear and neck. Kevin grasped her dancing hips and pulled almost all the way out of her before shoving slowly deep again. The black girl's tongue lolled clear out of her mouth, and for a second I thought she was talkin'in tongues. I'd heard those words before outside a black church. White folks did it, too. Edith and Carl always told me it was the devil talking. But this wasn't any devil talking, it was poor Silvy! She was plumb out of her head! Something was making her just crazy, and I knew what that something was! It was Kevin Hawkins' cock.
With my fingers I could feel the place on my body that seemed to match the spot where Kevin had shoved into the black girl's body. It was that soft tunnel I'd found that very morning in the mirror. My cherry! It had to be. Nobody ever told me a damn thing. I just had to find it out for myself.
"Kevin ... OHHHH ... I-I'M CCOMINNNNN'!"
I almost whimpered when I heard Silvy carrying on like that She was rolling and plunging her
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She could hear Mickey sighing and moaning, banging his head repeatedly against the pillow. Angela's mouth was moving lower, forming an oval with her lips as she slowly, very slowly sucked the wet, red knob between them.
Angela could sense the mounting tension in Mickey's loins. It wouldn't be long, now. He was always quick to come. Her tongue began wildly swirling around the thick, penial head, pulling even harder with her tightening lips, raising her eyes and staring into the mirror on the back of her door, reflecting everything happening on the bed. The sight of herself sucking Mickey's hard cock was intensely arousing. To her, it was as if she were staring at some strange girl's face sucking on a penis, and the thrills built even higher as her head slowly went lower. She could feel the solid muscles in the underside of his penis pushing all the more solidly against her upper lip.
This was a new experience for Angela, but it was exhilarating. At one time she had thought something like this was disgusting, but having read about it in the Kama Sutra, she had become hungry to try it. She had been tempted to tease Mickey, lifting her head off it and making him beg for more and more, but she knew Mickey would come too quickly as it was, and if her head was off his phallus while he was shooting, he might not agree to go down on her, afterward.
Now her mouth was all the way down. She had the full length of his burning hot hard-on buried in her mouth, with the knobby head just barely able to touch her throat. Now she began pumping her head up and down, cadently, still staring at herself in the mirror, watching the way the white shaft came sliding out from between her lips each time she raised her head, then disappearing into her mouth as if she were sucking in a banana. It felt heated and solid between her lips, engorged as it was with his blood.
Her tongue began moving as if of its own volition, swiping across the head on every outstroke, making his phallus jerk maddeningly, almost as if heavy arteries were inside with blood continually pumping through them.
Kimberly was hypnotized and, in a fury of heat herself, her unknowing, inexperienced fingers digging into her own hot little twat, felt the oils inside her flood out all the more quickly. She was confused by the oils. At first she thought she might have urinated, losing control of her bladder. But she knew she had emptied herself just before coming up to the attic. It couldn't be urine. No, it had to be more like the sticky wet stuff she could barely see running down Angela's thighs. It was the same as the stuff that had formed drops in Angela's black pussy bush.
What was there about watching the way her friend sucked on Mickey's small prick that made her so hot inside? All she knew was she was enjoying it much more than she thought she would, and it was creating funny feelings inside her.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she heard Mickey urge between clenched teeth, his head still bouncing on the pillow as his hands now pressed on the back of Angela's head.
Shit, Kimberly thought. That's affecting him even more than it does Angela or me. Is it possible men have more nerves in their bodies and can feel things more intensely?
How many times had she seen her teammates or one of the boys at school, or even some strange man, quickly tug at his crotch when a pretty woman walked by. She hadn't thought too much of it at the time, thinking the man might be pulling on his pants because they were too tight. And so the pants were, because his phallus was longer and thicker than it normally was. And apparently the sight of the pretty woman had triggered it all. Gosh! To think women could affect men so strongly. And the sight of a naked man was just as appealing to a woman. After all she was a woman, even if she was not quite nineteen years old. And looking down at Mickey's naked body, even if it was a chunky body, got her feeling all funny inside.
Why? Kimberly wondered. Why should the sight of a naked man arouse her so much? She had so many questions, and no one she could ask. When she'd approached her mother or father, they would only tell her it wasn't nice for sweet, pure, proper girls to ask such questions or think about such things.
"Suck harder," Mickey was gasping, bringing Kimberly's mind back to what was happening in the bedroom below.
Angela's body was shining and glimmering with a heavy coat of perspiration. She could feel Mickey's fingers squeezing her ass cheeks, and it made her want to suck all the harder.
Kimberly could see Mickey was gasping and writhing. He looked like he was all ready to explode right out of his skin.
Mickey could feel the fantastic pressure building up in his balls, making them swell painfully against his shrinking scrotum. Oh man! Her handjobs had never affected him this way. She was terrific with that mouth of hers. If she pulled her mouth off his dick now, he'd be shooting wads of come all over the walls. He slammed his loins maddeningly up into Angela's beautiful face, and heard her gasp as the point of his hard cock actually pressed into her throat for a brief instant. He could feel her spit-filled cavern heatedly pressing around his anguished pike, and he knew his orgasm was there. Nothing in the world could keep it back. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
"Yeeeeeeeeaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" he bellowed, and fired the white, heated stream of semen into Angela's throat, gobs and jets of sticky jizz poured into her hot, sucking mouth.
The blast of burning sperm caught Angela completely by surprise, making her shoot her head straight up and off. His second shot of spu shot into the air and came splattering down on his belly before he could jam Angela's mouth back onto his throbbing cock.
Kimberly stared, utterly amazed at what was happening. He was releasing something from his penis. It wasn't urine, because she could see it was greyish-white, and sticky. When it plopped onto Mickey's belly, Kimberly could see it remained there in a thick, glistening pool.
Angela felt the first burst of sperm slide down her throat, inhaling the fragrance of it as well. The taste made her hungry for more, and when he jammed her mouth back onto his cock, she was in time to catch the third round as it washed across her tongue. She swallowed hungrily, greedily, gobbling all he had to offer, sucking madly, trying to pull more and more of it from inside his testicles. Her cheeks hollowed, sucking in, pulling on his penis with strong suction as the bullet-like spurts hit the back of her throat and were instantly swallowed.
"OHHHHHH, SWEET BABY!" Mickey gasped, "I have more and more. I never knew there was this much juice inside me. COME-MMMMM!"
His hands tightened in her hair, pushing her face deeper and deeper into his come-soaked pelvis, scrubbing her nose with his blond pubic steel wool. Angela continued madly sucking, drinking his sperm into her belly, not believing how much she was enjoying it. Her mouth remained locked tightly onto his cock, and even when it shriveled she continued sucking, draining everything she could from it. But she missed the last little spurt, and as she lifted her head from the tiny penis, it twitched once, shooting a drop onto the side of her cheek. When she rubbed her cheek along his thighs, part of it rubbed off onto him, but the rest of it smeared along her cheek. Her hands caressed his empty balls, making him jump and tremble as his over-sensitivity took control of him.
Kimberly continued staring, amazed at her friend's performance. Shit, she thought. Angela isn't only having all the fun, but she's drinking up all that white stuff. Hell! She's really swallowing it all. She LIKES it. I'll bet I'd like it, too. Damn! Damn! Damn! I'm going to have to find some guy who'll let me suck his penis until I can taste all that wonderful stuff. Mickey's not the only man who has it.
Mickey was gasping for breath, his heart pounding wildly inside him. Angela, who was licking the residue of sperm from his pelvis and belly, now sat up, her knees only a few inches away from his head as she sat back and looked at the happy expression on his face. There was an expression of pride for a job well done on her face. This had been her first time trying it. For a novice, she wasn't bad, she felt. She wasn't bad at all.
So that's what he wanted her to suck on, Kimberly thought, remembering Angela's phone conversation. And she had said something about wanting him to do something for her, as well. This was only just beginning to get interesting. What could he do for her?
Kimberly was wide-eyed with curiosity now, her hands still buried in her crotch, holding her pussy lips, not daring to believe she had really witnessed all this. And to think there was more to come. She had to see it all.
When Angela threw her head back for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, Kimberly could see the smear of sperm on the girl's cheek, as well as some droplets around her lips. Angela's tongue came out and licked in all the droplets.
"Well," Angela said to Mickey. "I told you I'd do it tonight."
"You sure did it," Mickey gasped, not yet feeling his strength starting to come back.
Angela's had been one talented mouth, considering she had never even tried something like this before. With practice, she was certain to get better.
Kimberly listened to them talk for a while about other guys and girls they knew, and she wished they'd stop talking and get on with the rest of it She was getting impatient.
As if she could hear Kimberly's thoughts, Angela leaned forward and let her breasts dangle down against Mickey's face. His tongue leaped out and licked at the nipples, both of which were fully extended and very thick. Rich, ripe fruit, fit for a king. As he sucked on one tit, Mickey rolled the other nipple between a thumb and forefinger, making Angela squirm with intense heat.
Kimberly watched her friend moaning softly, and one of her hands stole to one of her own nipples and began fingering it. It tickled.
Angela brought her knees closer to Mickey's face as his fingers massaged both breasts now, making her shudder with delight. She straddled his face with her thighs, then fell back, pointing her breasts as the ceiling as her dark hair fell onto his thighs.
To Kimberly, it looked as if Angela was looking straight up at her with her head resting on Mickey's knees. Angela's arms were outspread, as were her thighs, with her feet still tucked under her as her ass rubbed itself against Mickey's chest. Mickey's hands were stretched forward, palms pressing on her full breasts.
"Do it!" Angela urged. "Come on, Mickey. DO IT!"
Mickey, feeling her soft, rubbery ass cheeks pressing on his diaphragm, needed no further urging, and paused only to prop two pillows under his head, raising it to give him better access to the girl's wide-open, dripping honeypot. He was more than willing to accommodate her, now first really beginning to recover from his own towering orgasm.
With one hand continuing to play with her nipples, he pressed his other hand on her hairy pubic mound, as if bringing her slavering vagina closer to his anxious mouth as his tongue prepared to assault the pink citadel. His oral digit leaped out and sank directly into the center of her steaming hollow, and Angela screamed "YAAAAAAAAAA! ARRGGGHH!" She writhed her ass maddingly against his chest and throat, pushing her pussy all the harder against his mouth, feeling his lips kissing her sticky labia. The blissful wet contact with her fuming cunt sent her into spastic shudders as thrilling chills ran rampantly through her body.
And then Mickey's tongue reached out and licked at her shuddering clitoris, forcing her thighs wider at the same time. The contact of his licking tongue on her vibrating clit was like having a hot wire pushed all the way up into her small intestine. Her thighs gaped even more, affording him an even broader view of her delectable cunt as his sweating hand pressed down all the harder on her pubis, puffing her womanly temple even closer to his mouth. Her sopping pink gash was splayed open to his mouth like a sacrificial lamb to a knife.
Kimberly stared and gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep any more sounds from issuing. He was licking her vagina. Not only that, but he was enjoying it. She could see the way his tongue stabbed into it again and again, stopping only to lick at the funny little bit of flesh at the apex of her vaginal lips.
Kimberly reached down with her fingers and began rubbing and searching, and sure enough, there it was. She could feel she had the same kind of flesh there, but it was hard and enlarging. Golly, but it was actually trying to protrude from her muff. She could feel the length of it with her fingertip. Heat swelled through her body, and it took all her will power not to utter any sounds. She could imagine how Angela must be feeling. And all the while she continued to watch the tableau below.
Mickey was gobbling Angela's tender pussy as if it were raw meat and he was a lion. His tongue circled the ragged edges of her inner lips as his hands pressed all the harder on her body. Then the hand on her breast came down between her thighs, and his thumb could tug on her left labia, revealing, in all its glory, the delicious sight of her wonderful venereal center.
The way Angela was lying, Kimberly could see it, too, and realized she must look similar inside, except that soft blonde fleece instead of dark hair -lined her soft pussy lips. She could see how wide Mickey's eyes were as he stared into Angy's flaming pit. He stared at it greedily, then silently sank his face into it again. His long, slithery tongue pushed deep into the vaginal corridor of Angela's enthralled cunt, causing her to bounce her ass on his chest and bang her head on his knees, rubbing her spine against his flaccid penis.
"Mickeyyyyy...... she gasped, whimpering and sighing as he licked. "OHHHHHHHH------- Mickkkkkkeyyyy...... "
Ecstatic delight charged through all of Angela's body as she gave vent to her passionate feelings, feeling his cheeks rub between her solid white thighs. His tongue noisily feasted on the heavy feminine secretions she was releasing, and since she felt none of it leak down her buttocks she knew he was swallowing it all.
"Ohhhhhhh ... WOWWWWWWW!" she chanted noisily, her head madly whipping from side to side, her black hair flowing and shining all over his thighs as his tongue lanced in and out of her pouting cunt lips, sinking into the pink morass within.
Angela gasped and shuddered. Never had she realized how good something like this could feel. Recently she had been allowing Mickey to finger her to a climax, and it had been a satisfactory one each time, but that was all it was satisfactory. Now she could feel more than satisfaction churning around somewhere inside her. There was only total sensation just waiting to come out of her. She realized this was what she had been seeking. Even if she had not yet surrendered her virginity, she had found the way to achieve more than mere "satisfaction".
Electrical charges of sheer delight wandered through her body, pulsating deep down in her upthrust belly and tingling through her extended nipples. She heard his mouth working in slavish obeisance to the temple of her thousand delights, his animal-like tongue lapping madly into her. And just as he was a slave to her pussy, so was she completely subject to the sensations wandering through her own body-sensations hiding in her, just waiting for this first opportunity to reveal themselves.
Kimberly, pressing her own finger against her sensation-crazed clitoris, her mouth hanging open, still kept her eye glued to the peep hole letting her see down into the bedroom. She stared at the hobbling white mounds of her friend's breasts, and watched the way her ass was wildly bouncing against Mickey's chest.
Oh wow! she thought. Oh man! I wish that tongue was working through me. Oh shit! How wonderful it must feel!
She watched as Mickey's thumbs tugged the wet lips of her sweet friend's heated cunt even wider apart so his lancing tongue could knife all the more deeply into her syrupy love channel, and Angela shuddered even more-as if more were possible.
Angela's virgin corridor was tight and anguished, gripping Mickey's tongue fiercely, trying to pull it in even deeper. Her vagina was burning with molten flame, and each time the sensual digit went probing into it, the temperature went up another degree.
Now Mickey's palms were resting on the insides of Angela's white thighs, pushing them wide apart, opening her up even more, displaying the plane of her sweet pussy completely to Kimberly's aching eyes. Angela, for all her exercises, couldn't open her thighs any wider, and finally felt him pushing her thighs back, lifting her ass as her knees came into contact with her swollen breasts. Her wide-open crotch was even more available to his mouth, as he sat up a bit more and eeled his tongue into her slavering, creaming center.
Kimberly continued rubbing her finger against her clitoris, her body shuddering and her thighs tightly enclosing her almost-crushed wrist. What she saw Mickey do next was unbelievable, as his tongue washed through Angela's creaming split, moving lower, licking at her perineum before cutting between her ass cheeks and licking at the brown pucker of her asshole. He had to be crazy!
But Angela didn't think so. She leaped, feeling the unexpected stabbing contact of his exploring tongue as it touched her anal center, and she tightly shut her eyes as she wiggled her ass in mad delight. She almost bit her own lips, she was so enthralled by the sensation racing wildly through every pore in her body.
"Again," Angela begged. "Again, again, again!" wildly rotating her buttocks against Mickey's hungry mouth, anxious to meet the plunge of his dry ice tongue-so cold it felt hot even compared to the torrid temperature of her twitching anus.
Mickey chuckled out loud, as if he'd found the one thing to make Angela his slave. His tongue began flicking at her anal orifice without mercy, stabbing deeper each time, trying to force its way past the rubbery ring of her clenching sphincter. He used both thumbs to press her asscheeks wider and wider apart.
"AARRGGGHHHH!" Angela groaned gutturally as goose pimples covered her sweet, white body. Her belly heaved and her breasts bounced as she sobbed ecstatically at the touch of his tongue. Tremendous floodtides of wonder and delight filled her nerve-endings, transmitting the joy to her anxious brain.
One of her hands was now all but tearing the hair out of his head as she tugged his face even closer to her anus. Her other hand rested against her cunt, and two of her fingers were rubbing her own clitoris. Her vaginal passage, starved to feel the return of his plunging tongue, bucked up into her fingers as one of them slid inside.
Kimberly, watching her friend, reached into her own cunt with her extended middle finger while her other fingers continued playing with her clitoris. Ohhhhhh heavennn! She'd had no idea people could ever feel things like this.
She moved her finger inside her tight, twitching little snatch in rhythm to the way Angela's finger continued plunging into her own vagina. And Angela's finger, in turn, moved with the beat of Mickey's lapping tongue at her asshole. Her entire being was lost in the wonderful sensations she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Angela thought she would lose her sanity if she didn't feel that all-encompassing orgasm, soon. She felt no shame or despair at what she was doing. Even if the whole world disapproved, she knew she wasn't doing anything wrong. After all, who was being harmed? And at the same time, wasn't she making both Mickey and herself happy? She continued moving her finger in and out of her slippery twat, fingering her clitoris at the same time.
Mickey knew he had her totally enslaved at least for the moment. Sure, later on she would be trying things with other guys, but for now she was his, and she would do anything he wanted. He was only sorry his cock had enjoyed such a fantastic orgasm earlier. He would have loved to have gone on sucking her ass and cunt, feeling his stiff phallus in her mouth. Hell-next time it would be a sixty nine!
Seeing the way she was shoving her fingers into her cunt, he lowered her legs and brought her seething interior back against his face, using his tongue to flick her fingers away so he could lap into her again. He began thrusting his tongue ever-deeper into her burning feminine tunnel, using fractional seconds to lap at her clitoris. This made her buttocks writhe madly in frantic shuddering against his body.
Angela began stiffening, raising her buttocks a good three inches off his body, forcing him to elevate his own head in order to continue punishing her vagina with his tongue. She sensed that overpowering orgasm was almost there, working its way up more and more swiftly. His tongue was lapping into her with greater speed, working that much more quickly to bring her to the wonderful apex of it all. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled tightly, cramming his face against her cunt with all the power she could muster, and then it hit.
"I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnngggg too....oh, your tongue! Gaaayyyaaaggghh!!" Angela screamed, her voice blasting through the entire house.
Her body felt paralyzed with wonder as it peaked. Oceans of thick lubrication came squirting out of her deep cunt into Mickey's face. Most of it went into his mouth and down his throat, but a lot of it hit his cheeks, his closed eyes, and washed into his eyebrows and hair.
And Kimberly felt it had hit her, too. She grabbed the pillow jammed it over her mouth to stifle her own scream, but felt the hot trickle of cunt oil flow down her thighs as it splashed all over the finger she had embedded into her seething little hole.
Wow! she thought. Oh, WOW! Was that ever terrific. And think how much better it would feel when a man's tongue was making her feel it all.
She fell limply flat on the floor, and waited for things to wind down. Eventually, Mickey left, and she gathered up her pillow and blanket and went downstairs in time to encounter Angela, who was dressing hastily.
"Don't forget to wash your cheek," she said to the stunned girl as she went into her disheveled bedroom.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning, about nine-thirty, Kimberly woke to see her best friend sitting on her bed, looking down at her.
"Just where were you last night?" Angela demanded.
"That's my business," Kimberly smiled.
"What do you know about last night?"
"It was a night like any other night," Kimberly told her, smirking.
"Kimberly, don't lie to me," Angela begged. "I don't want us getting in trouble with your mom and dad."
"Would I want that?" Kimberly asked, putting on her most innocent face.
"You know darn well you would," Angela snapped at her. "You've gotten us in trouble with your big mouth before. All right, tell me what you want."
"Nothing," Kimberly told her. "Nothing at all ... right now."
"You DID see what went on, didn't you."
"I'm not talking," Kimberly said, smiling.
"Please, Kimberly, please don't tell anyone. I'd just die if anyone ever found out."
"I won't tell on you," Kimberly replied. "There are some things even I won't do. And that's not the kind of thing one friend uses on another."
"Kimberly, swear you won't tell on me."
"Angela, I won't say a word. But I wonder, if it had been me, what would you have done?"
"I'd never say a word, honest," Angela swore.
"You just remember that a little later on," Kimberly said.
"I will, I will."
"Okay," Kimberly told her. "I swear I won't say anything."
Angela sighed, lightly pecked her best friend's forehead, then left. Kimberly lay there, smiling. Though she would never use it to blackmail Angela, she knew it would come in handy to keep Angela from holding anything on her, should there ever be a chance for Angela to do so.
It was Saturday morning, and Kimberly normally would be out mowing some neighborhood lawns and earning a little extra money. Somehow, she didn't feel like mowing lawns today. She'd let the boys do it this week. As it was she always had to fight with them to get the job. Once, years ago, she'd even blacked Bill Parker's eye to keep him from butting in when she was there.
She wanted to talk to someone, and she didn't know to whom, just yet. Her parents were out of the question. So was Angela. Angela would be too embarrassed to discuss something like this. Most of the adults she knew closely were not good bets, either. They were so embarrassing when it came to talking about sex, especially to someone as uninformed for her age as Kimberly.
She just couldn't any longer put off getting answers to what all this sex stuff was all about, and how people went about doing it. After all, she could right now get married legally, and what the hell would she know about anything? Why hadn't she picked up on things the way other girls, like Angy, had done?
Winston! Winston would be perfect! He had been married and divorced three times, so he certainly should know and be able to explain just why it was that people enjoyed playing with one another's genitals so much.
Jumping out of bed, she took a quick shower, although she did linger with her fingers in her vagina just long enough to give herself another quick orgasm. Finishing up in the bathroom, she donned a pair of blue shorts and a white blouse. She didn't even bother with a bra, as if she really needed one. The blouse was too thick for anyone to see through, anyhow.
Her mother had pancakes cooking, so she ate three. Normally she'd have eaten eight, but she wanted to keep the meal light.
After breakfast, she said goodbye to her father and mother, then hurried out the door. Winston was the man to see. Winston Washington was a close friend of the family, so close that the kids had gotten used to calling him "uncle" because their parents had requested it. He was six-feet-two, reasonably good-looking, and somewhat overweight. He weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. He was a connoisseur of everything except wives. His house had its own wine cellar, and he owned the finest collection of classical music around. He had a cable TV hookup in every room in his house, including the bathrooms.
Winston lived alone, having decided he'd had it with marriage. Kimberly had often asked him what it was that had caused his marriages to fail, and he had merely shrugged the question off.
"Hi, Kimberly," he greeted her, answering the door when she rang. "What brings you to my humble abode this fine Saturday? You looking to cut the grass?"
"Uncle Winston," she said. "I have to ask you some questions. And I want some definite answers. Please don't tell me that I'm still a little girl, and that I'll learn it all in due time."
"Oh?" Winston asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Just what is it you'd like to ask?"
"It has to do with men and women."
"A-hah!" Winston nodded. "Well, you're almost nineteen Kimberly. We can have a discussion, provided you don't go telling everyone in the neighborhood Winston said this and that and so forth."
"Oh, no!" Kimberly told him. "I'd be far too embarrassed. This has to be a secret between both you and me."
For the first time in a long time, staring at the young woman's maturing body as if seeing it for the first time, Winston Washington began feeling vague stirrings. The reason for his last divorce was a closely guarded secret only he and his third wife knew. He had become prematurely impotent! And his wife had been hot for a cock he couldn't give her. The divorce had been very expensive, too, because the wife had blackmailed him into keeping his impotency a secret.
Now, for the first time in years, staring at the youthful, budding body of Kimberly Wells, Winston felt urges he hadn't felt in years. And the funny part of it was, it all happened because he was first beginning to visualize her as a sex partner. He didn't stop thinking of her as the tomboy daughter of his old friends. Oh, no-that was what made it all so delectable! She wasn't voluptuous, nor was she experienced. She had no idea what sex was all about. But she was definitely female, and a delightful young female, at that. She wouldn't question his abilities, nor would she make fun of him if he didn't do everything just right.
He realized fear of failure was what had made him impotent with his third wife. But with a young, delicious morsel like this, there was no need to worry about failing. She knew nothing. She could be taught, but slowly, and taught his way....
They went into his living room and sat on the sofa, and Kimberly said, "Tell me, Winston, why is it we get so much pleasure from playing with the genitals of others?"
"Have you played with anyone else's genital parts yet?"
"No," she admitted. "But, even when I was a little girl, and ever since, I have fantasized about playing with a penis. In fact, to be honest, I had a similar urge just last night."
"You wanted to play with someone's penis?" he asked.
"Yes, I wanted to play with someone else's penis. I didn't do it, but I sure would have liked it."
"Well, Kimberly," ,he told her. "It's a perfectly healthy urge. People do it all the time."
"I know, but I thought it was something I felt just because I didn't have any real experience, and that I would get over it."
"As you get older the urge will get stronger," Winston told her, lightly draping an arm over her shoulder. "You see, we all have emotions and feelings and wants and needs, and every now and again those feelings need some satisfying. As long as no one gets hurt, there's nothing wrong with getting that satisfaction. There are all kinds of ways for people to get that satisfaction."
"Will you tell me about them?"
"It might be better if I showed you," he said.
"Show me? You don't think I'm too young?"
"Only if you think you're too young," he answered.
"Well I'd really like to try it. And I'd love to do it with someone like you, who I can trust, Winston. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone about this."
"It'll be something only the two of us will share," he said, smiling. "Okay?"
"Gee, you're wonderful," she said, throwing her arms around him and kissing him.
"What happens between a man and a woman is the ultimate in giving and receiving," he told her, standing and ushering her into his bedroom. "There should be and can be as much enjoyment in the giving and doing as there is in the receiving."
The bedroom was lavishly furnished, with an immense king-sized bed as the central piece. All the other furniture was arranged against the walls around the bed. And there was a huge mirror on the ceiling.
"You see," Kimberly explained as they sat on the bed, removing their shoes and socks, "I watched two people last night. I know it was naughty of me, and I shouldn't have done it, but I watched them. And she got the biggest kick in the world out of sucking his penis. I mean, you'd think the penis was candy-flavored, or something."
"Not exactly," Winston said, gently undressing her. "It does have a distinct flavor, quite different from anything else you're likely to taste, but it isn't candy." Kimberly didn't feel at all shy or embarrassed as she felt Winston's hands move over her body. She had known this nice man for most of her young life ... Now, she felt relaxed and secure as she began to enjoy his tingling touch a lot. She shivered when his palm ran across her tiny breasts. Wow! It didn't tickle at all, like when she'd touched her own nipples the night before. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, yet with Winston it seemed perfectly all right. She'd known him as long as she could remember, and he would never do anything that wasn't right. She knew that for sure.
"And then, the guy finally let something go out of his penis, and I saw her suck it all down her throat, like it was soda."
"Once again, we're dealing with something with a distinct flavor, a unique taste. It's hot, very hot-and completely unlike soda. But it's a taste females always seem to like. I've tasted mine, though I didn't really care for it. I guess I'm just a confirmed heterosexual. All the women I've known always try and drink as much of it out of me as they can."
By now, he was undressed, and Kimberly could see how hairy he was all over. He had a very bushy chest, and there was a lot of hair on his forearms and his thighs and legs. Even the peppery growth of white and brown on his pelvis seemed plentiful, though it seemed neatly trimmed. She mentally compared it to the hedge-like growth of Mickey's golden hair, as well as to her own curly soft pubes, and there was no doubt Winston used a scissors to keep his pelvic hair short and neat.
His penis was something else! It reminded her a lot of Mickey's, though it seemed a lot larger and thicker. But then, she had been hiding in the ceiling when she'd seen Mickey's, and if she saw up close it would probably look a lot bigger. Nevertheless, Winston's penis was so much longer and thicker than Mickey's. It was all hard and stiff, with tan flesh on its shank, though she could see the thick veins winding through it. And the knob was a interesting reddish-purple, being neither one color nor the other but a mixture of the two. Like Mickey's, it had colorless, sticky ooze seeping from the tiny slit in its head, coating it and making it look all shiny.
"Hey," she said, leaning down, staring at his genitals. "Can I touch them?"
"That's the only way you'll ever learn," he said. "But remember, the sac with my testicles in it is very, very delicate. You could hurt me if you should decide to squeeze it. So be careful."
"I will," she promised, and reached her hand toward his loins.
He could see she had small, slim fingers, delicate in spite of her having competed at sports with all the boys in the neighborhood. And there was nothing insipid in the way she reached toward his flesh. She would make a wonderful mistress. If only she had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, he'd be able to keep her for a year, or maybe more, before she decided partners her own age might be more fun....
How sweetly innocent, he thought, as her hand came closer. There was none of the animal hunger in her that possessed all those other women, robbing him of his masculinity. She had a burning need to know, and the sight of his genitals seemed to arouse her more than any other female he'd ever known. In her pure innocence, her wanting to find out about things made her starved for whatever he had to offer, no matter how little. This, by itself, aroused him all the more. He would help her learn, make her knowledgeable. He would remove her innocence. Yes, her purity was his to dispose of at his leisure, in his own way, and his own time. How shamelessly delicious! Her hand touched down lightly on his delicate sac, feeling his balls roll around inside.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, her hand pulling away as if touched by fire.
"No," he replied, shaking his head. "You didn't hurt me. That felt very nice. Keep your touch as light as that, and everything will be fine."
Kimberly let her palm lightly touched his hairy, wrinkled scrotum again, feeling his balls swell inside. They felt so hot in her cool hand, and so different. Inside, she was burning with curiosity and shaking at the touch of him. Man! To think she'd dreamed about this for so long. And they weren't "romance novel" dreams, after all. They were grown-up dreams, and she'd had them ever since she could remember.
Her hand was cupping his balls in his palm, weighing them, feeling they were more than mere marbles. They were heavy. Crazy! To think, all men had to walk around with something like that suspended between their legs. She was surprised it didn't drag them down!
With her naked shoulders leaning into Winston's pot belly, she used her other hand to surround the stalk of his penis. She wanted to touch the head, but it was all wet and sticky, and she didn't know if she would like it.
"Wh-what's bothering you, hhhoney?" he asked, gasping at the titillating sensation of her surrounding fingers.
"That gooey stuff coming out," she replied. "I don't want to touch it."
"It's harmless," he assured her. "And it dries quickly enough. Take a little with your fingertip, and rub it with your thumb."
She placed her forefinger on the tip of his penis, took off a drop, then pressed the drop between her fingertip and the ball of her thumb. She felt how slippery it was, and how for a moment it made everything feel so smooth. It was just like the flow coming from her own vagina, the previous night. In fact, she could feel wetness between her thighs now, and realized it was the same stuff, all over again.
On an impulse and nothing else, when she saw the next drop bubble up from his penis, she used her finger to pick it off and touched it to her tongue. No taste. Nothing bad, nothing good, except ... once again she liked the slipperiness of it, rolling around in her mouth. It stayed slippery and wet a lot longer on her tongue than it had on her fingers. Yes, she liked the slippery feel of it, and she swallowed, feeling the liquid ooze down her throat.
She watched as his penis began leaking a heavy dribble of the oil. It started covering his shiny, purple-red dome again. It was all going to waste.
When the next drops came oozing out of the tiny slit, she leaned her head forward and licked with her tongue, catching it all up and letting it slide across her tongue to the back of her throat, where she swallowed it down. Mmmmmm! Good!
Winston trembled, seeing how readily she was taking to his penis without his having to say a word. He was better off keeping his mouth shut at this point, just letting her do whatever she wanted.
Her tongue licked out and placed itself flatly against the stalk of his shivering phallus. She started licking straight up with long, swiping licks, washing all around the entire cock.
Kimberly liked the feel of the fluid against her tongue so much, at one point she feared she might lick him dry. But she soon noticed, the faster she licked, the more oil came seeping out of his penis. Penis? She had heard Mickey refer to it as his cock. Well, why not! A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. A penis by any other name would taste as good. Her tongue licked up to the flanging corona, then lapped all the way around the rim, feeling the heated pulsations inside as her hand tightly wrapped itself around the throbbing stalk. Then her tongue licked up to the head and began running wildly across it, tasting the difference in skin texture. She licked across the broad top of it again and again, pursing her lips to sip the sticky stuff out, then probing into the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue, licking madly, digging and dredging.
She barely heard Winston Washington's moans as he lay back, shuddering, wondering why it was that a tomboy like this, who had never so much as touched a penis before in her life, could suddenly make his inner body tremble as no other woman had. All his life he had searched for someone like this. In his youth, he had lost his virginity to a woman much older than himself. She had been madly in heat and had come three times, in spite of the fact that he'd unleashed his sperm into her almost immediately after injecting his hard young cock. But the woman had never given him the sensations he'd read about and heard about. Oh, it had been good, great in fact. But it wasn't that fantastic, overpowering thrill he'd been seeking. And all the other women he'd come to know were equally good, but none of them had anything exceptional to offer. It had gotten to the point where he just didn't care. Because he didn't care, his body wouldn't respond. And soon he became overanxious about the way he could perform, and became totally impotent. Nothing and no one could make him feel anything ... until now. This sweet, unknowing tomboy was doing more for him than all the other women put together.
"Am I hurting you, Winston?" she asked, raising her head.
"No dear, not at all. You're wonderful."
"I'm glad you like what I'm doing. You know, you taste terrific." Her head fell down to his penis again, her tongue once again swirling around the head, loving the toughened texture of the glans. Once more she let her tongue lick up and down the full length of his throbbing dick, comparing, in her mind, the different feelings in the surfaces of his cockflesh against her tongue. At the same time she inhaled the strong mixture of deodorant soap and his masculinity. Winston was a nut about cleanliness, and always kept himself immaculately clean.
Now Kimberly let her mouth drop lower, and she began licking his wrinkled balls, lapping them all over, letting the tip of her tongue follow one wrinkle all the way around his scrotum. She stopped once, to pluck a hair from her mouth, but then continued licking.
Letting her tongue trail to the top of his hard cock, she opened her mouth wide, forming a circle with her lips as she had seen Angela do. Only she found it was a lot more difficult with Winston. His phallic point was so much broader than Mickey's, and her mouth was so much smaller than Angela's.
Covering her teeth with her lips (after all, she didn't want to bite him), she stretched her lips to fit around the broad phallus, and slowly, very slowly, urged the thick cylinder into her mouth. She felt the tip fit in, and slowly pushed harder, feeling it press on her tongue and her palate at the same time. It scraped against her back teeth and she was worried she would hurt him, but the only grunts he emitted were sounds of pure ecstasy. She could feel his heavy hands patting her head lightly, almost as if he wanted to ram her mouth down even further.
Kimberly felt the entire glans finally fit into her mouth, pressing her cheeks from inside, making them bulge. Wow! It tasted so juicy. And Winston had been right about it having a distinct, different flavor about it. It was meaty, which was only natural, but it was good. Sort of like a smoked piece of meat. She sucked hard, pulling with her lips while trying to stuff more of it into her mouth.
When it was halfway in, she felt the tip press against her throat, gagging her. She wanted more of it, though. It didn't matter that the breadth of it might strangle her as she pushed it into her throat. There was something about this wonderful, tasty cock that made her want to suck it all in. So she pushed her head down a bit more, choking even more, feeling her saliva come running out of her mouth and dripping on his pelvis. She tried, she really tried, but she couldn't get her gullet to open wide enough to accept such thickness.
Winston was going insane with delight. He had no idea what the girl was trying to do, but his entire body was shuddering madly. He could feel her lips pulling on his loose outer flesh, and pressing against the first solid erection beneath that smooth flesh he'd been able to attain in many years. Except for a few nocturnal emissions, he had years and years of sperm stored up in his balls, and he was going to send it all gushing down that sweet little throat if she continued this way.
Kimberly, realizing that she could take no more of the wonderful probe into her mouth, gripped the base with a firm fist. Remembering what her friend had done, she began pumping her head up and down on the penis, letting her tightly-ringed lips come up to the rim of the corona, then down to the halfway mark on his thick cock, each time feeling it press into her throat, and loving it! What felt like gallons of lubrication washed into her mouth as she continued sucking, playing her tongue on the underside while her fingers continued jerking the lower half.
Had Winston been able to breathe any faster, he would have. The mouth of the little tomboy was driving him insane. Even as her head continued pumping, he could feel the smoothness of her body around his thighs and legs, and this added to the excitement. Her flesh was still baby-smooth. And he could feel her other hand still caressing his balls, making them swell even more in their tightening sac.
Every now and again Kimberly took the heavy cock out of her mouth and licked it all over with her tongue, trying to lap up all the juices she was missing. Then she returned the penis to her mouth and bobbed her eager head all the more quickly. She wanted to taste that white, gooey stuff she had seen shooting out of Mickey's cock. The way Angela had lapped it all up, it must have been really tasty syrup.
Her head bobbed all the more quickly now, her nostrils flared and inhaling more and more of his manly scent. She remembered Mickey licking her friend's cunt and asshole, and wondered if Winston wanted her to lick his asshole. But the way he was responding to her sucking of his solid cock let her know she was doing something right. Better not spoil it now by taking her head off his beating penis to ask questions.
At the base of the underside, where her fist remained tightly clutching his burning organ, she could feel a slight swelling away from the rest of the tubular flesh. It beat and throbbed, and she knew something was about to happen as it began shuddering violently against her palm. Her mouth could feel his blunted point trying to stab a bit deeper inside, and she realized he was at that point she herself had approached last night just before her insides were hit with that strong, overpowering feeling.
"I ... UHH ... AHH ... OHHH ... GOING ... AAARRRGGGHHH ... TO COME!!!" he gasped.
Kimberly remembered hearing Mickey say something like that just before he had exploded, but she hadn't quite understood what he'd meant, at the time. Then she felt Winston's hands press on her head, trying to hold her head lower, jamming his throbbing prong into her willing mouth, feeling his body shiver and shudder with internal anxiety.
"Ohhhh! Suck ittt! Eat it, honey-drink my jizzzzzz, aaaarrrggghhh!!!" he yelled, and suddenly began unleashing all his sperm into her throat as if in a steady stream, the pulsing muscular spasms following one another so closely.
Kimberly swallowed hurriedly, feeling herself starting to choke again. The heavy cream was dripping out the sides of her mouth onto his pelvis, and still he was shooting more and more of it into her gullet. It took a few moments before she could actually taste the spurting fluid, feeling it pour down her throat into her waiting belly.
Hey! she thought. No wonder Angela was so crazy about it. It tasted very good. It was a little salty, a little sweet, and very pasty, but with an odd flavor she'd never before known. She liked it.
Now she began bobbing her head all the more quickly, swallowing more easily as the flood from his penis began to turn into a mere dribble. Her tiny hands pumped his cock and squeezed his balls a bit to try and get those last precious drops from within. And even when the penis had shrunk to almost nothing, she continued sucking. It was great, really great.
CHAPTER THREE
Kimberly had enjoyed it all, but it had served to make her feel all the hotter. Now, was there any way Winston could be made to do something for her? He lay on the bed like a beached whale, his belly pointing toward the ceiling and his penis all shrunken and pointing nowhere in particular.
"Like it, Kimmie?" Winston was asking hopefully, panting, unable to believe the amount of strength sucked from him by his climax.
The girl was really something. She had given him that feeling he had sought for so long. At one point he had been convinced it was all a myth, and that such feelings never really existed. Now he knew better. It was there, waiting, needing just the right person to urge it out of him.
"It tasted wonderful," she assured him, licking her lips and using his shirt to wipe whatever else was left from her face. "But I'm all boiling and feeling funny, inside. Can't you help me, Winston?"
"Sure," he nodded, gasping. "Just give me a couple of minutes to catch my second wind. I'm going to show you just why men and women are constructed so totally different from one another."
"I thought it was so each could have something to play with when they came together," Kimberly said.
"In a way," he nodded, still gasping. "But there's a specific reason why a man is built with a penis and a woman with a vagina instead of something else."
"I may be innocent, but I know about reproductive functions," Kimberly told him.
"When a man gets nice and hard, Kimmie, and his penis can actually fit into a woman's vagina, he's in heaven. Tell me, when did you have your last period?"
"It ended Thursday," she told him. "Why?"
"Because if a man ejaculates into a woman's vagina any time from one week after her period has ended, to one week before her next one begins, the woman might become pregnant. I wouldn't want such a thing to happen to you."
"But since your period ended only a couple of days ago, you're in what is known as the safe time of the month. To be on the safe side, I'll show you how to douche yourself out, afterward. This way we can make sure nothing happens."
"You mean you're going to put that thing of yours into me?"
"If we can get it hard enough. And it's called a penis. I'm going to fuck you with my penis."
So that's what he meant, she said to herself, thinking of what Mickey had said to her friend.
"I don't know," Kimberly shrugged.
"Hey, don't worry," Winston reassured her. "It'll hurt a little at first, but once the hurt is gone, you'll find it feels terrific. You're going to love it."
"But I don't want to be hurt."
"Honey, whenever you decide you're going to let someone do it, whoever is going to do it is going to hurt you a little. It has to hurt the first time. But you're young, and your insides are elastic, and the virginal membrane can stretch. It only hurts for a moment, and then it feels great!"
"But how do we go about making you hard, again?"
"You leave that up to me," he told her. "I'm feeling a little stronger now, so you lie back, open those pretty little white thighs, and let Winston go to work."
"You mean you're going to lick me down there?"
"That's right. I see you know a lot about it."
"Only a little," she admitted. "Well, I'll teach you everything. And I'll let you practice with me as often as you want."
"You're being very nice to me."
"Well, you've been one of my favorite people for a long time."
Kimberly lay back, opening her strong young thighs, and Winston sat up, hovering over her loins like a fat vulture. With his hands he spread her legs even farther apart, looking at the pretty, blonde mound and the pouting labia. He slowly lowered his face toward her virgin cunt, inhaling the freshness of her exuberant youth emanating from within. She could feel his breath tickling the ridges of her outer lips, and then, like an icicle, his tongue was teasing its way into her soft crack, parting the curtains of her soft, outer lips, probing deeper, lapping up and down.
Kimberly felt wave after wave of orgiastic shudders tremble through her body as she squirmed, writhed and wriggled. She would have clamped her thighs shut had not Winston forced them apart with his hands. His tongue was working along her inner, tight vaginal wall, licking madly, driving her insane with pleasure. No wonder Angela had wanted Mickey to do this to her. It was terrific. She felt Winston's face pressing harder into her mushy vagina as his lips sucked at her labia while his tongue plunged ever deeper into her heated sex trough.
Kimberly continued bucking madly, thrashing wildly around, tugging her body one way, then another as her heels pounded against his back. She felt his upper lips close over her clitoris, the funny little button she had rubbed to make herself feel so good the previous night. When his lips touched it, she almost screamed. Then his tongue came sliding out of her hot center and licked at the clit, making her jump all the more.
"Like it?" he asked, taking his face away for a moment.
"Oh yes, yes," she gasped, unable to believe all this was happening to her. Just think, less man twenty four hours earlier, she had watched her friend play at this game. Now she was part of it, only she was going to enjoy it even more. Winston had even promised to fuck her, and he told her that would be the best feeling of all....
Winston sank his tongue into her sweet, syrupy center again, licking out the creamy gobs of colorless fluid she was emitting. Heaven! She tasted like no other female. Her juices were fresh and tasty, and her cunt meat was so alive and vibrant. His mouth watered at the taste of her, and he could feel tingles fill his body as never before.
With other women he'd had difficulty maintaining one erection. Yet with this sweet, fresh young thing he could feel his second hard-on already throbbing. It was as if he'd never had his first orgasm. Even so, it wasn't quite hard enough for him to press it into her tight pussy. As he lapped, he saw just how narrow her interior was. He had a thick pipe, and it would be hard enough shoving it in there when fully rigid. Flexible, he wouldn't be able to do anything with it. He had to make certain it was unbending.
Even as he continued slurping his tongue through her sweet cunt, he moved his body around, raising a leg and bringing it down on the other side of her head so his hard cock dangled over her face. He needed it super-hard.
Kimberly got the idea, seeing his balls thwack against her head. She pulled his ass down and began licking his penial tip again and again. Then she once again opened the dark, wet cavern of her tight little mouth, and felt him drive his meat down, still only half-thrusting, since only half his solid cock would fit into her. He began bucking his ass up and down, running his pistoning pipe through her mouth again and again, making it ever harder as he continued lapping into her tasty pussy.
Kimberly, her mouth stuffed with cock, felt his lips and tongue concentrating on her clitoris at the moment, and it drove her even wilder. She knew she would be getting that good feeling soon, and it would be a lot better than the one she'd had the previous night in the attic. She felt his hard cock slamming into her mouth so quickly, the balls were slapping against her face, but she loved it.
And then, just like that, he stopped. He pulled his throbbing meat from her lovely little cupid's bow mouth, while tugging his face from her seething depths.
"Now," he whispered, turning around and hovering over her, "we're going to fuck. And I can tell you right now, after you've been fucked once, you'll never want another day to go by without being fucked again."
"Is it really that terrific?" she asked, blinking her eyes, innocently.
"It's better than terrific," he told her. "Watch!"
"I'm gonna do more than just watch," she told him. "Go on, I'm ready. Stop talking about it and do it. Please," she added.
Winston reached down and felt his throbbing phallus. It was granite-solid. He guided it against her tender, juicy, youthful labia, pressing lightly against her wet crack. Then he grunted and began pushing.
Kimberly felt him shoving. At first all she could sense was the pressure of his thick bulblike penial tip as it pressed against her. There was no pain, but neither was there any pleasure. True, she was all excited, anticipating just how much fun it was going to be. Then he pressed a little harder, and she felt her soft labia gates start separating. Right from the beginning she could tell it was going to hurt a little bit. His stretching her cunt lips so far apart was already annoying, then little by little he began pushing his cock a little harder, and it began sinking deeper and deeper into her.
"Aaayyyaaaggghhhhhh!" she moaned, feeling full of tightly stuffed cock.
She almost told him to pull out but, when she opened her mouth, his weight pressing down on her stomach knocked the wind out of her and she was unable to speak. He thrust in it a little deeper, stretching her inner vaginal walls all the more, and strange sensations shot through her.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" was all she could gasp, feeling his belly press into hers as he pushed all the harder.
Winston expected to feel the resistance of her cherry at this point, and steeled his body for a hard thrust to break the hymen once his throbbing glans encountered it. But as he slid deeper, he found no such resistance. He knew she was a virgin. She had to be from the tightness within. He could see the grimaces on her face from the novel sensation of being stuffed tightly with rock hard cock.
She was a tomboy. She participated in a lot of activities. Aside from sports, she could do cartwheels, and a full ballet split. No wonder her cherry wasn't there!
"Don't worry," he gasped. "You don't have a hymen in there. You won't feel additional pain."
Well damn! Kimberly thought. Did he mean that it was supposed to be even more damn uncomfortable than what she was feeling now? If she'd known how strange this was going to feel, she would have thought twice before consenting to it.
He slammed the full length of his cock all the way into her young, girlish depths, feeling the way her tight pussy constricted around it, tugging it in and sucking on it as a calf would nurse on its mother's udder. He pressed it even further, rubbing the knob against her youthful cervix, rotating it so her tight, inner tunnel slowly began to dilate....
After nearly five minutes of pressing it deeply into her, he slowly began tugging it back. And that was when Kimberly realized the strange feeling was fast fading-and more important, as his hard cock left her, she was overwhelmed by an immense sensation of overpowering rapture. The ecstatic thrill had sneaked in with the pain of his initial entrance, but had remained once the pain had departed.
"Please, Winston," she gasped. "Please don't take it out. I didn't know how good it would feel. It doesn't hurt anymore. It just feels really good. Please put it back in."
Slowly he eased it into her again, and she felt the wonderful delight return. Ohhhh yes, this was it. This was the feeling to end all feelings.
"Oh my!" she heard him say. "You're like thick honey in there, fighting me every inch of the way, but finally yielding."
"Is that good?" she asked.
"Sweetheart, I don't know what you're feeling, but I'm feeling very, very good. I've never felt this good before."
"It feels so solid and stiff and ... well ... really hot."
He tugged his loins back, then steamed forward again, plunging his thick, trembling phallus all the way into the warm, crushing tightness of her pressuring pussy. Kimberly sighed and gasped, her hips now riding up to meet his downward thrusts. Thrill raced after thrill inside her body as the thick broadness of his burning cock charged all the way up into the aching core of her deep hollow, filling the entire channel with his meat.
Kimberly felt so hot she thought she was running a crazy internal fever. She had never dreamed, in all her almost-nineteen years, that anything could feel this good. From the throbbing of his pulsing penis as it moved inside her, she instinctively knew it would only be a few more moments before she would discover what it would feel like to have that thick, gooey, tasty liquid flood through her. He was driving forward madly, his eyes all glazed, not hearing or seeing anything, and concentrating on the feeling of his solid prick pushing through her clutching snatch.
Kimberly caught the rhythm of the way he was fucking into her, and she found herself automatically matching it. Her thighs rammed up, her sweet pussy kissing the base of his cock and feeling the tickle of his pelvic hairs as she dug her heels into the bed for improved leverage. She could feel the way her newly-opened cunt tunnel clung to his thrusting phallus as the inner depths of her sucking vagina continued tugging him in.
Poor Angela, she thought. She doesn't know what it's like to be fucked. Poor Angela. She's the one really missing out on the best part of all this.
Her sticky cunt lips clung leech-like to his cock, surrounding it like a jelly fish would surround its intended victim. His heavy testicles thrilled her each time they slammed against her round asscheeks. And the sucking sounds of her cunt as it pulled in his cock was music to her ear.
"UHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "I can feel it. It's building inside of me. I can really feel it. OOOOOOH, YESSSSSS!"
"Come, baby, COME!" Winston urged. "Let that orgasm wash right over you."
Come! Orgasm! All these meant the same thing. All these words referred to that wonderful feeling she got at the end of it all!
She felt him plunging his mighty cock into her with even greater ferocity now, his weighty, plunging rod reaming its way up and through the sticky delight of her clutching hole. The gripping wonder of her cuntal interior seemed to caress every part of his plunging penis. He was ramming the meat home again and again, and so much of his weight was on top of her, she could feel his chest hair scrubbing her sensitive nipples. Shit! She wished she had tits like Angela, so Winston wouldn't have to lean down so far to rub his chest against her breasts.
Winston felt his next load of hot sperm starting to rise. It was leaving his testicles, easing into his penis, and was rising higher and higher, ready to blast out of him at any second.
He'd already had one orgasm. He wanted little Kimberly to have hers. Not that he was being unselfish-on the contrary, he was being very selfish. He knew if he could make her come here, now, she would be back for lots more of this kind of action. And now that Winston had finally found the one person to restore his potency, he was in no hurry to lose her.
His thrusting penis rammed ever deeper into her seething depths now, and she was bouncing so wildly he had to use his weight to keep her down. His phallus was moving at light-speed now, and her sweet, sucking cunt continued nursing madly on it. Her body was moving, gyrating and spinning under all his weight. For a small woman, she was very strong.
"I can ... I can, can ... feel can feel. ... feel ... uggghhh ... rrrrrrr...." she gasped in a whisper.
"I can feel it...."
"Good, good," he murmured.
And then Kimberly suddenly felt it hit, with all the power of a roaring, rushing cyclone whirling through her innocent, naked body.
"Oh, Winston...! Wha-what's happening!?! Ohhhhhh! Unh! Unh! Ooohhhh!!!" she screamed, realizing how much like Angela she sounded as the sound tore from her throat. Ecstasy had been the cause of her uncontrollable yell, and the way she struggled as she came, only brought Winston's erotic senses to a higher pitch. His swollen cock, dormant for so long, now prepared to unleash its second blast in less than an hour. Yes, this girl was good for him. He couldn't let her go.
Kimberly felt him ram his thick prick forward as it swelled so much she felt tremendous pressure against her tightening interior. The flow was rising higher and higher, and then it blew up inside her as he screamed, "Waaahhh! aaarrrggghhh!"
Floods of sperm poured into the tightness of her crushing cunt as he pumped all the more madly into her. Kimberly thrilled to the heated splashing of the sticky fluid she had drank so lustingly not too long ago. It didn't matter where he shot it into her, it felt good.
Winston pumped until his shriveled penis simply fell out of the girl's twitching love box, then he rolled off her and lay next to her, gasping as he never had before.
"Can we do it again, sometime?" she pleaded.
"I don't see why not," Winston replied, smiling.
CHAPTER FOUR
Kimberly was ecstatic. She had found a whole new way of having fun. It wasn't expensive, like the movies or the roller skating rink. It didn't require external implements, like a tennis racket or a basketball, or any other ball for that matter. The weather was no deterrent. One could play this game on rainy days, sunny days, foggy days and windy days. True, ten days out of the month she wouldn't be able to play, but then there were twenty other days she would be able to play.
Before she left Winston's house that afternoon, he showed her how to douche, thus preventing anything unwanted from happening. Even that felt good, with all that warm water streaming in and out of her. And "Uncle" had told her that, for future activity, he would help get Pills for her, and that way Kim would not have to let her parent's, or even her personal doctor, know.
Most important of all, Kimberly now knew how to do something her best friend hadn't done. She had finally moved ahead of Angela in something other than sports. Sports didn't really count, because Angela had never been athletically inclined.
Winston's predictions concerning Kimberly would come true much sooner than he realized. The only difference was that her desire to enjoy other males would in no way curtail her wanting to enjoy him. In reality, Winston's prick was longer and fatter than most of the other males around, or so she would soon find out.
But for now, Kimberly's insatiable curiosity had been awakened. She wanted to double-check the size of every penis in town.
Why not start at home? Elena, the maid, had a thing going with Martin, the gardener, and they were known to disappear into the house for an hour or so before Kim's parents returned from work.
From three-thirty until four-thirty they locked themselves in her parents' bedroom. Kimberly had always believed all they did was help themselves to her parents' booze, but now, following her fling with Winston, she knew better. Today she knew that if she hid in the attic, she might catch a glimpse of some sexual stuff. She was curious about Martin's penis, and was just aching to know if it was as large as Winston's.
Up in the attic, she relaxed with the paperback books she'd left there, waiting for the couple to enter the bedroom. The hole in the floor above this room was even smaller than the one over her bedroom. She would really have to look hard to see anything through this hole.
At about three minutes past three-thirty, Elena and Martin entered the bedroom carrying a purloined bottle of scotch.
"Well?" Martin Reyes asked, sipping at his drink. "Do we go at it straight, or do you want to play a game."
Reyes was tall, almost six feet, with dark skin and black hair. He was a little overweight mowing lawns was just not enough exercise to help get rid of his spare tire.
"Games, darling," Elena replied. Elena was short, with curling black hair piled high on her head. Her waist was a little on the fleshy side, too, but on her the excess poundage didn't look that bad. She had huge, heavy breasts, and it was easy to see why men lusted after her pair of luscious knockers. At the moment those heavy boobs were covered by a short, pink dress, while Reyes was wearing a T-shirt and jeans.
"Games are so much more fun," Elena said, smiling. "They make all this seem so much more interesting, instead of letting it become routine and boring. And we agreed, we never wanted this to become dull."
"True," Martin Reyes nodded. "Well then, suppose we pretend I'm a really rich guy and you're the young lady interested in becoming my mistress. I'm headstrong, perhaps a little rough, and I like things my own way."
"But you'll just love anything I do," Elena murmured, putting her glass down and immediately falling into character.
"I didn't think you found me that desirable," her lover reiterated, also taking on the character he had created.
"Of course I do," she whispered, taking his glass and setting it down on her night table.
"Let's just say I don't believe you. I need a lot of convincing."
Kimberly stared, unable to believe anyone would want to play such silly games. Shit, people never seemed to outgrow their need to play. At least now she wouldn't feel so silly whenever she felt an urge to play softball or whatever. She was fully aware that whatever the couple were doing would eventually culminate in their fucking, and it started the heat building inside her all over again. This was one thing of which she could never have enough. Wow! To think, in twenty four hours she'd seen Angela suck a penis and get her own cunt eaten, then she had sucked her very first cock and had been royally fucked, and now she was going to watch the maid and her husky boyfriend go at it. To think, yesterday at this time, while the whole world was indulging in things like this, she'd had no idea these "games" even existed!.
Staring hard through the hole in the floor, she watched the maid turn her head toward her lover. Elena's pink tongue came out and wet her red lips, making them glisten, and then she pressed her heavy breasts into his shirtfront before her lips came against his. Their open mouths clashed together, and her tongue was lashing against his palate, teasing his own tongue, and tickling his teeth and gums while trying to reach his throat. It probed maddeningly through his mouth again and again, and he could sense the volcanic heat burning through her. She made him feel as if she were attempting to suck his entire body into hers, so it could melt in her internal lava.
Reyes remained unmoving, standing there, letting Elena do all the work. And when she finally puffed her hot lips from his, breathing irregularly, his own breathing was normal.
"Doesn't that convince you?" she asked.
"What's in a mere kiss?" he asked.
"It's only the beginning," she whispered, her voice shuddering with passion.
Quickly, she removed her dress, letting her ponderous breasts jut out at him. Considering their size, they stood up exceedingly well. She could see Reyes examining her with a hypercritical eye, as if she were on the block at a slave auction. He looked down at the bulge of her pouting cunt lips, a rounded triangle pressing against her sheer panties. She had a lovely swell to her belly which invited him to caress her.
"Well?" she asked, coming closer. "Do I pass inspection?"
Sprinkles of exciting thrills ran through Elena's body as Reyes slowly walked around her, looking at all of her. He reached down and patted one of her haunches, feeling its firmness and solidity.
"You're okay," he nodded. "A little fleshy, but okay. And you have smooth enough skin. You must use a lot of lotion to keep yourself in such shape."
"Does it matter?" she asked, panting heavily. "All that counts is that I can prove I can take good care of you."
He was in front of her now, and began feeling her nipples, watching them grow into large black olives. She had large aureole surrounding her nipples which made them appear all the sexier.
"Sensitive here?" he asked, as if trying to find out about her body for the first time.
"Extremely," she murmured.
He had a palm on each of her breasts now, moving circularly, rubbing them with not too much pressure. Then he withdrew his palms and pressed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He pressed hard, and Elena closed her eyes, sighing as thrills shot through her body. She began swaying on her feet, and reached down to grab at his hard poker, pushing through his pants, as if attempting to steady herself. He stepped away.
"Not yet," he told her. "I'll let you know when you can touch me."
He massaged her breasts all the harder now, and Elena was gasping, almost crazy over the delay of it all. He always seemed to drag things out until they were almost unbearable. But she remained standing there as he sat on the edge of the bed, reached out, and tugged down her panties. When they fell to the floor she automatically stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
"Like to have your pussy tickled?" he asked.
"Believe it," she gasped.
Kimberly stared, enjoying every second of the game they were playing. She'd have to play something like this with Winston, or with whomever else she might wish to play. They seemed to be having a lot of fun. And she had to admit, Elena had a nice body, all things considered. But she was still waiting to see Martin display his cock. Shit, she was aching to see it.
The gardener's fingers were already touching the swollen, hair-covered pelvis of his lover, making Elena shudder. He was running his fingers up and down, then slowly letting them touch the crack between her pouting labia. His middle finger seductively wormed its way into her muff and slowly began to slide up and down her hot slit, making her get wetter by the second. Little by little he massaged the labial folds, then finally parted them and poked his finger into her heated center.
Elena parted her thighs a bit more as his finger pressed into her. She could feel his other hand pressing on her ass, rubbing her very round buttocks. He seemed to really be enjoying the way she squirmed and writhed. His middle finger was all the way into her now.
"You have a nice, tight cunt," he told her. "Good. I like 'em tight." And then he slowly began easing his finger out of her.
When he pushed the finger in again, he rotated it, as if stretching her internal canal, making her rotate her body as if countering his finger. She was panting and sighing, all but jumping up and down on the wonderful finger, rubbing her insides until her walls were all but skinned.
"Feel good?" he asked, working his finger into her a little harder.
"Wonderful," she replied, trembling.
"Like putting your mouth on a cock?"
"Love it ... UHHHHHH!" This last, as his finger moved harder and faster, building the passions in her body to a maddening pitch. He had just the right touch for her. Years of experience had made him know just how and where to do things.
"Sit on the bed," he invited, withdrawing his finger from inside her.
Elena sat spreading her thighs wide apart. Reyes knelt between them, shoving his hands under her asscheeks, raising her fulcrum. His lips pressed against the tan softness of her inner thighs as his lips slowly inched their way toward her smoking cunt.
Kimberly watched as Martin's tongue flicked out and licked at the maid's shimmering clitoris.
"Yes, yes, yes," Elena gasped.
Elena felt the tongue press flatly against her shivering clit, then slowly slide down, insinuating itself a little at a time into the tight depths of her blistering cunt. She could feel her pubic hairs pressing into his cheeks as he ran his tongue all the way into her burning passage. Elena fell back on the bed, her full breasts bouncing wildly as his tongue made her moan with ecstasy.
Because of these little games they played, Elena always felt herself more aroused each time. As hot as she had been before, she knew she was hotter now, and would be even hotter the next time. There was a rapport she and her lover had built up that almost no other couple enjoyed. Each time with him was always much better than the time before. And she knew he felt the same way. This was the one reason why, although they were each married to another, they'd continued their extramarital affair for nineteen years. Infidelity for both of them was important-it was so much better than what was waiting at home.
Each smoldering time always seemed to take longer than the previous time. Elena knew she would one day go insane waiting for her lover to bring her to completion.
He was eating steadily now, working mostly on her clitoris with his tongue, teeth, and lips, while two fingers of his right hand dug into the steaming depths of her creaming cunt. The forefinger of his left hand was already trying to press its way into her clenched asshole. And little by little, it was succeeding. His mouth sucked and licked with voracious hunger.
Reyes lapped all the harder with the flat of his tongue, pausing only to pull on her throbbing clitoris with his lips, using his teeth very lightly to make her squirm as he knew she loved to squirm. While he gripped the little man-in-the-boat with teeth and lips, he would use the tip of his tongue to lash it again and again, making her entire body bounce wildly on the bed. Elena shuddered and pressed her humping cunt all the harder against his eager face, feeling his fingers continue sawing in and out as his other finger finally entered her rectum.
"My heavens!" she gasped. "You're pulling me inside out!"
Her body was humping up and down with maddening speed. Kimberly stared, not believing any woman could be so wanton and abandoned. She had always seen Elena as the sedate housekeeper who managed to keep calm no matter what else was going on around her. Wow! The sight of Martin sucking Elena's pussy was driving her wild. She could see he had an even better mouth than either Mickey or Winston. Hell! What wouldn't she give to have a mouth like that working at her own cunt.
Her fingers were already inside her panties, probing into her juicing cunt, rubbing madly with her fingers. But even as she rubbed and began heightening her own sensations, she knew full well she'd never have the kind of orgasm to satisfy her. After having experienced what it was like to be fucked, a fingering was a very poor substitute.
She stared through the small hole in the floor, watching the woman's voluptuous form leap high off the bed. She could see her thighs tightening around Martin's head, and she understood Elena was experiencing an orgasm.
Elena felt the climax explode inside her seething cunt. Her fists slammed down hard against the covers beneath her as her ass thrashed madly against the bed. She was the complete slave of the trembling sensations blasting their way through her.
Reyes was sucking down all the slimy juice his lover was squirting into his mouth, though the pressure of his fingers did cause her to spray the fluid wildly. Her heavy tits seemed to bang against her body as they rose and fell against her chest. Her stomach muscles sucked themselves all the way in before expanding and popping out again. All her muscles tightened and loosened as she tried bouncing all over the bed.
Reyes had strong hands and, knowing how Elena would react at each of her orgasms, held her down. His tongue was licking up all the tasty flow coming from the depths of her compressing pussy.
Little by little her body began to calm down and relax. Then, and only then, did he finally remove his face from between her thighs.
Standing up, he peeled off his own clothing, letting it all stay on the floor where it fell. He had that spare tire, all right. But it would in no way impair his fucking ability.
Kimberly, staring through the hole, realized Martin did indeed have a larger cock than Winston. True, it wasn't the majestic pillar she had fantasized about for years, but it was definitely longer and thicker than Winston's. And to think Elena was lucky enough to get that monster stuffed into her! She watched him sit on the bed.
Elena was sitting up, her arms around him, her mouth kissing his. One of her hands stole to his throbbing cock and began squeezing it, making it all the harder.
"Like what I did?" he asked.
"Loved it," she gutturally whispered between kisses.
"Good. Now we're going to make you even happier. We're going to let you suck on my phallus."
"Your phallus?" Elena asked. "My, what fancy talk."
"Don't get cute," he snapped. "Wrap those lips around my cock."
Getting off the bed, Elena knelt on the floor in front of where Reyes was sitting. Her mouth opened wide and her ovaled lips instantly sucked in the purpling head of her lover's shuddering cock. One hand had a tight grip on the staff of his twitching penis, while her other hand cupped his heavy balls, squeezing them and rubbing them with gentleness to get him all the more excited.
Burning impulses chased one another through Elena's body as her head raced forward and back along the entire length of her lover's massive dick. She was swallowing the entire length of it, doing it with practiced ease. She was feeling delightfully dominated by her lover, and decided she was enjoying this game. It was one they would have to repeat.
Pulling her mouth off the immense prong, she lifted it out of the way and began going to work on his balls, sucking the entire immense sac into her mouth at once. They pushed into the pouches of her cheeks, making them bloat as her tongue ran along the underside of the sac, causing him to writhe. She had her own bag of tricks to remind him that she was, in her own way, every bit as wanton as he. Her hands ran up and down the insides of his firm thighs, stopping only to squeeze his flat asscheeks every once in awhile. Her tongue whirled around and around the heavy sac repeatedly, making him tremble with lust for her.
Elena's entire body was screaming for his cock to be buried inside her. His teasing her only made her hotter. The one climax had not been nearly enough.
Oddly, her lover could only come once during their sessions. But before did, he always managed to bring on a series of multiple orgasms for her. Yes, he knew what she needed.
Her mouth came off his balls and stuffed itself with his throbbing phallus again. Her head wobbled from side to side, her cheeks hollowing and pressing on the sides of his throbbing cock. She felt his hands press lightly on her cheeks to hold her face steady, and then he began plunging his heavy meat in and out of her, fucking her mouth slowly, with careful, deliberate strokes.
Elena's eyes were tightly shut now as she concentrated on savoring every bit of his hard dick. Every inward stroke, riding along her tongue, made her want more meat to taste. Her tight cunt shivered madly, anticipating the moment when this wonderful stick on which she was sucking would push its way into her seething inner channel.
Her mouth compressed all the more tightly around his solid cock, and now she began using her teeth, nibbling certain highly sensitive areas on his thrusting prong as she ate her way down to the hairy base again. Her heavy breasts were trembling and shuddering violently, the nippled centers points of shuddering pleasure and thrills. Her body was feeling more and more heated and anxious.
Kimberly stared, admiring Elena's aggressive actions. To think she could actually swallow all of Martin's huge penis. Shit, that's really something. With a little practice, she'd be swallowing cocks that large.
Reyes rammed his hard cock in and out of Elena's mouth all the more quickly, the rubbery head plunging deep into her gullet. She was so anxious for the taste of him, she drooled heavily, and her saliva was falling all over the carpet and bed.
Reyes was feeling heavy sensations build up in his throbbing cock. During his one marriage he had fooled around quite a bit, and he had been sucked off by more than one woman. But he had to admit not one of them had the expertise of his Elena. This was the major reason why he cheated. One didn't fool around with hamburger when one had filet mignon waiting at home, but when one had hamburger at home every day, why not go out for steak? Whenever he so much as allowed another woman to suck his cock, the woman would have to be at least as good as Elena. And the only way he would ever know about something like that would have to be by word of mouth, since he didn't intend finding out by putting his prick into a woman's mouth, first.
"Okay," he whispered, tugging his cock from between her expert lips.
And Elena was certain her hot cunt was about to get that for which it was twitching. She lay down on the bed, her aching thighs widely spread as Reyes reached his hand into her hot fulcrum, stroking and caressing her bearded cunt.
Standing, he walked over to the dressing table. There he saw a hairbrush. Picking it up, he returned to the bed and sat. He began slowly brushing her pelvic fur, letting the bristles lightly touch her clitoris with just enough abrasive pressure to arouse.
Elena began rotating her buttocks against the bed, writhing madly. Her lover was always thinking up some new idea to all but incinerate her. She never had been hotter in her entire life. The feeling was strange-a bit uncomfortable, but oh so arousing. His other hand was pressing itself across her nipples, building wild, intense sensations inside her.
Kimberly, watching the way Martin was brushing Elena's pussy hair, stroked her own blonde pubis, while using her other hand to continue diddling her clitoris. Heat was already building up in her body, and she was shuddering and shivering, biting her lower lips to keep from gasping and so possibly be overheard.
Elena was bucking madly, her ass bouncing almost six inches off the bed as the titillating hairbrush stroked away at her pelvis and clitoris. She could feel another thrill building inside her. Another orgasm was about to hit her. Oh dear heavens! How she loved this man! He could do all kinds of crazy things and make her come again and again and again.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she screamed, squirting more cuntal oil all over the bed as her body throbbed.
She should have been oversensitive at this point, but there was something in the way he handled her that only made her hotter. She needed a good cock inside her.
"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me! For the love of heaven or hell, fuck me!"
"I will," he promised. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready. Now, roll over on your belly."
Elena wasted no time in obeying him. Her thighs opened wide as she lay face down, and she felt him slide two fingers into her broiling snatch. Her vaginal walls were throbbing and pulsating with overpowering excitement as he brought the flat side of the hairbrush down against her buttocks. He hit her hard, yet not hard enough to cause any real pain. True, it smarted, but the sensation was one of rippling stimulation as it worked its way through her trembling body. She expected another whack and tensed her buttocks waiting for it, but it didn't come. But all the while his fingers were ramming themselves in and out of her fuming interior. She moaned, then sighed, and slowly her asscheeks began to relax. When he felt her gluteal muscles totally at rest, he brought the hairbrush down on her asscheeks again. He began spanking her with regular strokes now, covering every inch of her buttocks, but taking his time, not hurrying the spanking. His wallops were always applied with just enough pressure to excite rather than hurt.
Kimberly stared, and for the first time in her life found herself wishing for a spanking. Her parents didn't believe in capital punishment, and had never hit her when she was younger. Now she wondered if they'd been afraid of getting her all heated up by doing so.
Look at the way Martin's fingers were working inside Elena's tight cunt. Wouldn't it be terrific to have his fingers in her own cunt? Wow! Her hand rubbed deeper and deeper into her raw pussy, feeling how sensitive it still was from the stretching it had received from Winston's penis. Even so, her excitement was building to an even higher pitch, and she knew she would be coming very shortly. The one good thing about that first orgasm was that it made it easier to reach all those other climaxes.
"My butt is burning," Elena groaned, twitching her body all over the bed.
With the thrills caused by the application of the hairbrush came the new pleasures from within, building quickly with new impatience. He pulled his two fingers from inside her cunt and substituted his thumb, rubbing his fingers against her sensitive clitoris.
"I ... UHHH ... I'm going ... UHHH ... to ... UHHH ... COMMMMMMMMMME!" she yelled. And her third orgasm of the afternoon smashed into her, making her bounce and writhe and struggle.
"Please," she began jabbering. "Fuck me, oh fuck me, oh for shit's sake, FUCK ME!"
He tugged his fingers from her crotch, threw the hair brush aside, then got to his feet and stood near the bed, arms akimbo.
"Beg me for it," he taunted, waving his cock at her.
"I've been doing that," she gasped. "Please fuck me."
"Come on, momma," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "You can beg better than that."
"Please, oh please, in the name of all that's holy, fuck that sweet, wonderful cock into my hot, aching cunt. Please, please, FUCK ME!"
"Okay," he nodded, saying it very nonchalantly. She was still on her belly when he moved between her thighs, taking his long, hard phallus and pressing it against the swollen lips of her aching cunt.
"Like it?" he asked, rubbing the head up and down.
"Oh yes, yes, feed it all to me, every last bit of it."
He laughed lightly and moved forward a bit. Little by little he thrust his flaming sword of tempered flesh into the broiling hollow of her tight cunt, feeling the way her walls adhered to it, making it all the more difficult to push in deeper. His penial dome spread her tight, clutching interior, and Elena began feeling secure. At last, she was getting what she wanted. She raised her ass all the higher so his cock could sink in all the deeper.
"Ooooooh, yessssss," she hissed, feeling his pubic hairs rub her sopping pussy lips.
Give it to her, dude, Kimberly thought, still watching and fingering herself. Give it to him good, bitch. Both of you, fuck HARD.
Her own fingers were digging even more deeply into her tight, girlish hole, feeling the clutching grasp of her cunt lips, imagining how tightly Elena's seething cunt was clutching her sweet lover's hard cock.
Reyes hauled his ass back as far as he could, then slammed himself forward, burying himself all the way into her. And Elena matched his thrust by raising her ass even higher and taking the full length of him into her fuming snatch. She had to have that cock no matter what, even if it meant looking like a whore.
Her body began rotating and churning violently on the bed, twisting her buttocks from side to side so his deeply embedded cock would dig into one wall, then into another. Each time he plunged his rock hard cock into her, Elena felt him touch another erotic hot spot.
Reyes had the upper half of his body as erect as possible, his thumbs pulling her ass cheeks apart so he could see his penis hammering its way ever deeper into her seething cunt. He also watched the way her head seemed to work up and down, yet not one strand of hair was out of place. Her open mouth was gasping, pulling in as much air as she could into her lungs.
The head of his phallus kept up a constant beat against her tight cervix, banging madly away at it. Elena's fiery breath was coming out of her in frantic gulps. Her fingers dug into the bed, all but tearing the blanket covers.
Reyes, more stimulated than ever by the perfect fit of his shivering whang into his lover's roasting cunt, increased the rate at which he was fucking her. And the pressure was being felt by Elena, who knew her orgasm was very close by.
"Let me be your mistress," she begged, keeping up the game, knowing it would keep the two of them stimulated. "No man has ever fucked me this well before."
Her lover's hard cock was hammering away, driving her toward her ultimate orgasmic summit. Man oh man! he had a way about him that drove her wild.
Reyes smiled. What she was telling him, in effect, was, the more he fucked her, the better she liked it. His ego was ready to burst, knowing he was, as usual, doing an excellent job of pleasing her.
He had pleased her right from the beginning. She had been a virgin, which, in itself was surprising. He'd had a bit of a task breaking her hymen, but once he'd done it, he had proceeded to fuck her to a grand and glorious climax. They'd just seemed to blend together so perfectly.
Without changing the rhythm, he sank a finger into her asshole, increasing the pressure in her tight pussy. Her nipples scratched against the covers, enhancing the thrills in them all the more.
His finger moved quickly, two strokes for every fast stroke of his pounding cock. She could feel his balls slamming against her clitoris, teasing it, as well.
"Like it?" he asked, himself starting to gasp.
"Uhhhhhhhh ... " was all Elena could reply, but it was an affirmative sound.
She was bouncing madly again, struggling, churning, spinning her body wildly, and then she shrieked, "Aaayyyaaarrrggghhhh!" and she began coming madly as wild sensations rolled through her body the way billows of water rolled through the ocean. She bounced and bucked and twitched and shuddered, tensing herself as another, and yet another orgasm seemed to engulf her.
Reyes continued pumping into her. He could feel the contractions in her cunt, and waited until she finished spasming before finally tugging his still-erect penis from her seething cunt.
When she would have fallen to the bed, he wrapped his arms around her body, saying, "Keep that ass up there, woman. It's time to see if you're made of mistress material."
Kimberly, awed by it all, watched Martin part his lover's labia with his thumbs, then slowly press his thick penis into her vagina once more. The sight was so unbelievably arousing, she felt her own climax suddenly hit her. And it took every bit of her willpower to keep from screaming out loud. She gasped it out, huffing and puffing, and watching as Martin sank his throbbing cock all the way into Elena's tight canal.
Elena remained with her face against the bed and her ass waving in the air, feeling the way he was pushing his solid meat into her.
"You'll hurt me," she squealed, pretending to be afraid.
"I've never hurt a mistress yet," Reyes gasped. "You just keep that lovely ass up here and let me fuck you."
"Ooooooh, it feels so BIG in there," she cooed.
"Yeah, doesn't it," he laughed, and began slamming it in with harder, heavier strokes.
The power of his thrust all but knocked the wind out of Elena. She felt as if he were driving a marlin spike into her body in the hope of splitting her into two separate, equal pieces. She felt her asscheeks jiggling almost in different directions. He was a wonderful, masterful ram, slamming into her with strength, power, and might.
Under him, she began writhing and rotating madly, enjoying the feel of his solid pole in her vaginal chamber. If he wanted to fuck her like a pile driver, she'd give him a fuck, all right. She'd really spin it around for him.
Elena spun her buttocks crazily, and twice he almost fell out of her. Somehow he managed to hold on, and he slammed in all the harder. When she began bucking up and down, almost totally dislodging him, he threw his weight on her, forcing her body down on the bed. Then, as she sank lower, he went down with her, keeping his meat buried to the hilt in her tight cunt.
Now, lying on her, he began thrusting into her with long, hard, masterful strokes. His hands pushed their way between her body and the bed and grabbed her oversized breasts, squeezing them like putty, pinching her nipples harder than before, causing tingles of sensation to enhance the pleasure.
Elena's cunt was on fire, and Reyes pressed his body against hers and turned so the two were lying on their sides, spoon fashion. He took one hand from her full tits, and reached down to the seething maw of her full cunt, once again rubbing her aching clitoris with his thumb.
"So you want me to come again, nympho?" he gasped. "Terrific. I'll rub this hot cunt of yours until it explodes."
"Ahhhhhh, yessssss," she gasped.
He banged his solid cockmeat in and out of her vagina as if it were power driven, moving faster and faster, not changing his thrusts, but his pace. Elena pulled her knees up to her breasts, ramming her hot cunt back, thrilling to the pressure of his moving fingers.
"You sonofabitch!" she gasped.
And then her body tightened, stiffening as if she were in the throes of epilepsy. She shuddered and flung herself wildly around, pressing all the harder into him. Hot, fresh fluid came oiling out of her and drenching the bed beneath them. His hand was drowned with her flowing lubrication as he continued rubbing fingers over and around her sopping cunt, touching her button in the most sensitive manner. Fires of Hell! He was a skilled mechanic when it came to sex, and now she wanted him to come, if only to prove he wasn't doing all this dispassionately. She leaked endless amounts of juice from within, totally involved in her own orgasm, in the maddening throes and raptures of total delight.
Now her mind was shut to anything other than their dual need for total satisfaction. All she was aware of, other than his fingers still working on her clit, was his solid cock screwing into and out of her tight cunt. Her body was continually being jolted by her lover's as he slammed into her again and again.
His testicles were stirring in their protective scrotal sac, swelling as the sac itself drew tightly up into his groin, taking them out of the way. That he had held out this long proved he had excellent control over himself, but he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Fuck it to me!" she yelled at him. "Fuck it all into me, as hard as you can. I can feel it stirring in my clit now. Come on, you wonderful fuckingmachine of a man!"
"Here it comes," he snapped. "All for YOU!" She felt him pumping his heavy prong ever deeper into her seething love channel, moving all the more quickly now though her tight cuntal tube constricted, all the more graspingly around his throbbing cock. His fingers continued mashing themselves in and out of her slippery cunt, shooting one thrilling minor orgasm after another into her. She couldn't come enough times.
"Shoot that sweet jism into me," she begged.
"Any minute now," he gasped.
Jism, Kimberly thought, gasping, out of breath as she watched the scene below. There's so many words having to do with this sex stuff!
"I need it, I need it," Elena was sighing.
"Beg and keep on begging," Reyes told her.
Elena was in the wonderful throes of total ecstasy. With everything else and everyone else tuned out, she was reaching, clawing, grasping for the one final orgasm which would be the ultimate climax above and beyond the earlier ones she'd spent the afternoon enjoying.
"Have to have it," she whispered, her voice a dry cough more than a voice. "Shoot it, SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT!"
Martin Reyes felt himself rise to the top of his orgasmic sensations, and then he let go, and a stream of hot, burning stickiness began spitting out of his throbbing, thrusting cock into her depths, bringing her to the height of her own climax.
"Gaaaaaarrrrrraaaaggggghhhhh!" he yelled, pumping madly against her asscheeks.
"Eeeiiiyyyaaahhhhhhhhh" she responded, as the seed smacked into her-hot, wild and sticky threshing her ass around all the more quickly, making his testicles fire yet another salvo of hot j ism into her vagina.
Kimberly, taking in everything, pulled her fingers from between her thighs and put them in her mouth. Wow, but they did taste good. Who would have thought her vaginal fluid could be so tasty?
She watched as the couple finished climaxing. Then they hastily dressed, and the maid put fresh sheets on the bed. No one would know about their little interlude....
CHAPTER FIVE
It never rains but it pours, as Kimberly was about to discover. In all her young life as a tomboy, sexual concerns had never come to mind. But now she'd stumbled on Angela and Mickey, enjoyed a foray with Winston Washington (losing her unwanted virginity in the process), and spied on the household help in what was the wildest, most provocative scene she'd ever beheld. Little did she know, she'd only scratched the surface of sexual possibility!
Being a natural athlete, Kimberly was afraid of no one and nothing. She had never met the boy she couldn't lick, and it never occurred to her she would ever be bested in a fair contest. Yet it happened, and from a totally unexpected pair of men.
Sunday was the day her parents usually went visiting some relative or other, and this week her mother had decided it would be nice to visit Aunt Christine, a miserable excuse for a human being, who lived about an hour away by car. Aunt Christine was forty-five and looked sixty. She had driven her two husbands to divorce her because she had no feelings, sexual or otherwise. And when Kimberly and her family went to visit her, Aunt Christine always had some suggestion or other for making Kimberly's life a little more miserable, such as a stay in a boarding school or a job cleaning out the attic.
So when her mother told her they would be visiting Aunt Christine, Kimberly decided to "get sick." She claimed she was dizzy and wanted to spend that Sunday in bed. In reality, she hoped to take in the nearby movie once her parents were gone, but her mother asked her to stay home while they went to visit Aunt Christine. An important phone call was expected, and she'd call in to get the message. This meant Kim would be stuck in front of her TV set all day long. And there was a whole string of bad monster movies and current affairs programs on, none of which she'd care to see. Damn!
In any case, she didn't have to go see Aunt Christine. And by one o'clock her parents were gone. She moped around the house for an hour, finding nothing worthwhile to eat. Her mother phoned a few minutes after two, just after they arrived at Aunt Christine's, and Kimberly assured her she was feeling better.
Well, there she was, all alone in the house with nothing to do, so she decided to do some gymnastics in the living room. Normally, she would have donned her gym suit, but no one was home, so she felt she would be better off just stripping down and exercising.
For fifteen minutes she did cartwheels, knee bends, back flips, and handstands. What she didn't realize was that her living room window was open, and though her living room looked out on her backyard, she could be easily observed by anyone who might walk into that yard. In this case it wasn't just one person, but two, and both were extremely hot in the pants that day.
Jason Adams was a youth of twenty who lived right next door to her. He was going to college out of town, but was home for the time being, having been expelled for bad behavior. With Jason was his muscular buddy, Larry Mueller. Both had had a few beers, and they were pretty buzzed when they decided to cut across Kimberly's backyard to the next block. But as they reached the window, they peered in, and staring at the tomboy's naked body immediately gave them ideas.
Adams was a bully, and had always picked on kids smaller than himself, whether girls or boys. A year earlier, he had made the mistake of shoving Kimberly when he was walking down the street. Kimberly had been taught that bad manners were something one should always correct whenever possible, so, tomboy that she was, she picked up a large rock and hit Adams squarely in the back of his head. When he ran after her, she climbed the tree in her backyard. He had tried climbing after her, and she had kicked him in the face, making him fall and fracture an arm. He had never forgiven her for it.
Larry Mueller was a muscle-bound jerk, a year younger than Adams. He lifted weights all the time, but he lifted his favorite brew just as often, so some of his bulk was really just flab. Still, he created the impression that he was much stronger than he appeared. Because he was also a bully, but apparently a much stronger one, Adams idolized Larry.
Both were blond-haired, though Adams was dirty blond while Mueller was light blond. Mueller seemed to be almost albino, his skin was so white. All his blood vessels showed clearly wherever his bloated muscles pushed his arms and legs out. Both were six feet tall.
Totally buzzed, Adams had even less sense of caution than usual and, seeing Kimberly back flipping, decided this was the perfect time for revenge.
"You in the mood for young meat?" he asked Larry Mueller.
"How young?" Mueller asked, belching.
"Say about nineteen," Adams replied.
"Sounds good," Mueller answered.
"Take a look," Adams said, pointing to the open window.
Mueller looked through the living room window and watched Kimberly doing her cartwheels. "Ain't exactly built," he said to Adams. "No tits."
"Yeah, but she has a real solid body," Adams pointed out "Not only that but being so small, you can bet she has one tight cunt."
"What about her folks?"
"I saw their car drive off more'n an hour ago. "C'mon, Larry, let's fuck her. Bet she could be a good, tight fuck."
"Mmmphhh!" Mueller grunted, which Adams took as an assent.
Adams climbed through the window first and by the time Kimberly was aware of them, he and Mueller were already standing inside the living room. The moment she saw them, Kimberly knew she was in for trouble.
Kimberly didn't bother telling them they had better get out before they got into trouble. It never occurred to her to try talking her way out She had been an athlete all her life, and she knew her only way out with these mean guys was to fight or run. She was not dumb enough to think she could take die two of them together-hell, even one would have been formidable. She had barely gotten away from Adams last year, when she'd had to climb that tree.
Her best chance, naked as she was, would be for her to get out of the house. Her nudity would certainly catch the eye of someone on the streets, who might help her or call the police.
Turning she ran for the front hall, hoping to get out the door before either of them reached her. But she misjudged their speed. She had no chance to even open the door. Before she could try, Adams had his back against it, and she could already feel Mueller wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up. She kicked and struggled, once planting her bare foot against Jason's mouth, but she didn't do any damage.
Mueller carried her right into her parents' bedroom, saying, "This ought to be as good a place as any. All the windows are closed and locked, so she can scream all she wants and no one can hear her."
"What do you two want, anyway?" Kimberly asked indignantly, after Mueller had thrown her onto the bed.
"Your cunt," Mueller answered in an expressionless tone. "Honey, you're going to get fucked good and proper."
For the first time since being introduced to sex, Kimberly decided she didn't want anything to do with it. Fucking was a game she played with people she liked. Adams and Mueller were assholes. That, by itself, was enough to turn her off. This was one time she didn't want to play.
But even as she was shutting her mind to the idea, both boys were undressing, and she had a chance to look at their bodies. Both were uncircumcised, like Mickey. But considering how tall they were, and how heavily-built Mueller was, she felt on the verge of laughing when she saw their penises. Adams had the smaller of the two cocks. It was already rigid, and might have measured four and a half inches in length, while being slightly more than an inch in breadth. Mueller's cock was a half inch longer, and only a small fraction of an inch thicker.
Adams was ready to lean forward and grab her ass when Mueller slapped his hands and said, "I go first. You wait."
Mueller threw himself on the bed next to her, his hands reaching for her tiny tits, pressing his palms against her body, roughly massaging her small nipples. Kimberly didn't feel the least excited, and her only thought was how she might be able to get away from the two of them.
Twisting her body around, she tried kicking Mueller in his balls. He had his thighs shut and took her kick in his lower belly, laughing.
"You're a real hellcat, huh. Good! It'll make it all the more fun to take your cunt."
Mueller's hand reached out and cupped her chin. She tried biting him, but he squeezed her jaws and roughly yanked her face to his, saying, "I'm bigger than you, bitch, and I'm also stronger than you. I can cause you more damage than you can cause me. Now, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you good. We can do this easy, or we can dot it tough. Whether you come out of this with ail your teeth and no black eyes is up to you, but it is gonna happen. Got me?"
Kimberly stared into his icy grey eyes and knew that any additional struggling on her part would not only be futile, but could be extremely hazardous to her health.
"I'm not interested," she told him. "If either one of you gets caught, it's a rape charge, for sure."
"We're not going to get caught," Adams guffawed. "You ain't going to be dumb enough to tell the whole neighborhood. Just think how it'll look to everyone else. Everyone'll be laughing at your folks. Would you like that?"
"Shut up!" Mueller snapped at Adams. "Now, bitch, I'm in the mood to dick you, so suppose you lay back and spread those nice, tan little thighs, huh?"
"Are you crazy? I'm not going to just lie back and let you guys have whatever it is you want," Kimberly told them.
"Jason," Mueller said to Adams. "You hold the bitch while I fuck her."
Before Kimberly could effectively move, Adams had one arm wrapped around her arms, and another hand clamped over her mouth, even though she would never have screamed. His very touch made Kimberly tremble with revulsion. This was a nightmare. Who would believe something as delightful as fucking could be turned into an unwanted struggle? Kimberly felt her eyes bulging in her head as Adams's hand pressed all the more tightly against her mouth and his other arm squeezed her body. He was lying on the bed with his body off to the side, letting Mueller prop a pillow under her ass. She mumbled against the dirty hand touching her lips, and she realized, for the first time in her life, she wanted to scream, just like all the other girls would have done. Every now and again she struggled, but Adams had her tightly pinned.
She could feel Adams running his fingers against her skin. His slimy touch made her shiver. But there was something much worse than the mere touch of fingers waiting for her. Both men were staring at her, their beer-soaked brains even more irrational than they might otherwise be.
Mueller's hands were all over her body, tweaking her small nipples, rubbing her flat belly, and trying to pry her tan thighs apart.
"Y'know," he grunted to Adams, "this girl's got a nice build, considering. She'll get knocked up, and her tits will be really blossoming out. And I'll bet they'll be big tits, then. She's got good development around her chest. Those muscles are strong. It means her tits will stand up without a bra. That means a lot to a girl. Any chick with hangies doesn't look good."
Kimberly could feel Adams breathing on her neck, and her widened eyes stared from one to the other. For the first time in her life she felt completely helpless.
"Okay," Mueller told Adams. "I go first Then maybe we can take her together. It ought to be fun."
"Okay, okay," Kimberly murmured through his fingers when Adams loosened his grip on her mouth a little. "Just don't hurt me."
"No one'll hurt you," Mueller assured her while Adams fondled his still stiffening cock. "Bu face it, bitch. You're going to have both our cocks inside you."
"NO!" Kimberly snapped, and Adams shoved a clean pair of her mother's nylon panties into he mouth. He'd found them in a small laundry pile on the side of the bed. He used another pair of panties to tie the first pair in place, keeping Kimberly from spitting them out.
Mueller grabbed her by both shoulders brought her face up to his, and said, "Think how lucky you are, bitch. It ain't every girl gets the chance to be fucked by Larry Mueller."
He tossed her back on the bed, motioning to Adams to get out of the way. Kimberly felt her nostrils quiver. Neither one was too clean, and she could smell their rank odors, especially Adams. She shook her head from side to side, trying to drive the smell from her nostrils.
"Take it easy," Mueller told her, stroking he taut thighs. She could feel his solid, heavy body sliding between her legs, and her moan of fear and disgust was muffled through the panties as the hardness of his short, skinny penis touched the satin flesh of her inner thighs. He was already forcing his throbbing meat forward, and Kimberly was glad his penis was so short. It meant he wouldn't further stretch her tight, young pussy, so recently devirginized.
She felt him press his prick between the tight crevice of her ass, running it back and forth between her tender little cheeks. The pressure made her rotate her ass a bit. She might have hated Adams and Mueller, and she might even have been sick at the idea of being touched by them. But lying on her belly, not really being able to see them, all she could feel was a cock tickling her ass crack, and against her will she felt her own body beginning to warm up.
"Okay," Mueller said, in his emotionless voice. "Why not raise that sweet little ass of yours when I lift my weight up off your body? Remember, you do as I say and this'll all be over a lot faster and less painfully than it might be otherwise."
Kimberly realized what he was saying was true. The longer she struggled, the longer they would take with her, and the more uncomfortable she would be. Better to let them do what they wanted so they could leave quickly, and she could douche out whatever slime they would deposited. Her time would come-she'd get back at them, but good.
There was no way for her to keep her thighs together, even after his weight came off her, and slowly, reluctantly, she got to her knees, raising her pretty little buns into the air. Feeling the man's fingers touching her thighs made her want to scream, especially when he slapped her buns solidly a couple of times. He was hitting her somewhat harder than Martin Reyes had hit Elena, but he wasn't hurting her. He was only hurting her pride.
"That looks like it should be fun," Adams said.
"Go sit down," Mueller told him. "This ass is mine, for now."
Kimberly could feel her asscheeks begin burning. She knew they were bright red by now. The pain was no longer there. Her ass felt dull and deadened as Mueller continued slapping her.
"Raise that gorgeous ass a little higher," Mueller was saying.
As she complied, she felt his hands helping her a bit, rubbing into the cleft of her puffy cunt. More of her weight was thrown forward onto her shoulders and head. This was the most helpless position she had ever known. But she knew better than to think of resisting. Even with the panties out of her mouth, no one would have heard her if she'd yelled. Her parents' bedroom was pretty well soundproofed. But with that underwear jammed into her face, she was even more helpless. Not mat either one of them would have thought twice about hurting her when they weren't drinking, but now, drunk as they were, there was no way with which they could be reasoned.
She felt him on the bed moving closer to her again. With her head pressing into the pillow, she could look back between her thighs, seeing everything upside down, and she was able to see his chin. He was kneeling, looking at her blonde cunt. She could feel his eyes burning into her young asshole, and even saw his face completely when he lowered it enough to look at her hardening nipples. She could see his tongue lolling out, and knew he wouldn't be content until he'd ravaged her tender pussy with his skinny little whang. She only hoped he would get with it and get it over with....
"Hey, come on," Adams was saying. "Feed that meat to her. I want to fuck her, too."
Kimberly could see Larry Mueller had no intention of being hurried by Jason Adams. She could feel his heavy breathing on her back as his fingers played with her asscheeks, tugging on them. Then she felt a finger poke at her asshole, as if testing its resistance. And finally, he began playing with her twat lips.
Once again he seemed to straighten up and move forward, letting his hard cock run up and down her tight, anal crevice. She could feel his fingertips pressing into her asscheeks, pinching the soft, tan globular flesh. She could feel him trying to tug her asscheeks apart, pressing them around the pale red knob of his throbbing putz.
For some reason, she found her body automatically resisting his efforts to part her asscheeks. She knew it would be hopeless in the long run, yet she was unable to help herself. She couldn't stand his touching her. She expected he would slap her rear again at any moment, and it frightened her. But all he did was to continue tugging, insistently but not harshly as she might have expected, trying to tease her into opening her asscheeks. Time was on his side, and his caresses and gentle tuggings made her asscheeks open all the wider. Her flesh relaxed, and she expected to feel him ram his cock into her pussy at any second.
As her cheeks spread for him, she felt his hot breath touch them as he lowered his face to once again stare into the tight, wrinkled brownie of her small asshole. Its puckered opening seemed so delightfully clean and tasty, especially when matched against the pinkness of her girlish pussy slit. His breath was blowing against those pink labia as she felt him shift his gaze.
"Hey, let me get a gander," Jason Adams said, and tried peering between her thighs, as well. But Larry Mueller just shoved him aside.
Kimberly began calming down, somewhat. Heck, it wasn't as if she was the virgin they probably believed her to be. She wouldn't be losing her hymen to them, so in a way the joke was on them. Besides, if she closed her eyes, she could always pretend they were two others. Even the idea of being fucked by the two of them no longer seemed so horrible. A cock had no idea who was on the other end of it.
What really had her off-balance was the gentleness with which Mueller was treating her cunt. She had expected him to ram his prong into her girlish hole without waiting for it to juice up first. Although against her will, her cunt was now very wet.
Mueller's fingers were rubbing against her tender split. He was making her hotter and hotter.
This whole thing seemed to get dumber by the moment. Kimberly didn't want to be fucked by either of these two. But strong, natural physical sensations started building inside her, starting to quench her fear and revulsion, as she felt his breath continue to play heatedly against her soft labia. She could see his nose, literally sniffing at her tight cunt, inhaling her sweet, feminine fragrance in all its lovely nudity. He was inhaling her very essence, and little by little she was allowing herself to be lulled into completely relaxing.
A wet tickle at the base of her spine almost made her jump. It took all her will power not to straighten up. It began moving up her spinal column and she squirmed with a surprising delight, shivering ecstatically, realizing she was enjoying it. For some reason she could not comprehend, Larry Mueller was trying to make her enjoy it. Considering the callousness with which he treated Adams, she was surprised at his somewhat more gentle treatment of her. She could feel his slithery tongue moving up and back, moving a little at a time, causing wild, cold, sparkling shudders to run up and down her spinal column. Her entire self tingled with thrilling sensation, and more and more enjoyment was beginning to seep into her body. Even with these two buffoons in control, and a pair of panties stuffed into her mouth, she felt the odd thrills ladder their way up through her young body.
And then ... it stopped. And that was when Kimberly realized she really wanted him to continue. Damn him! Why had he stopped?
She realized just how crazy her inner emotions seemed. She was the captive of these vile muscleheads, both with relatively simple minds men with whom she would normally have nothing to do. Now here she was, hoping one of them would get back to work on her body with his mouth. It was almost as if she weren't present, but someone else watching the two men work a girl over.
Not that she thought of herself as too pure or too good. As far as she was concerned, sex had nothing to do with being good or bad. She had no idea other people would have considered her behavior promiscuous, but she'd done what felt right to her. And as long as no one else was hurt, it didn't even occur to her to think that she didn't even stop to think that she, herself, might be doing something wrong.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Mueller's mouth as his tingling tongue now traveled along one thigh, licking delectably, making her wriggle. Her eyes could see the moistness seeping slowly out of her sopping cunt and drenching her flesh. Inside, she could feel her feminine juices starting to boil. Hey, she thought. Am I crazy? I'm letting myself start to enjoy what these two morons are doing to me? Yet she didn't tug her thighs away from Mueller's lapping tongue. And then, just as she was about to get some kind of hold on herself, all was lost as he rolled his tongue into a half cylinder and stabbed it all the way into her juicing cunt.
The tongue felt cold and wet as it moved around inside the grilling heat of her flaming cunt. She felt the tongue lick the lubrication right off her cunt walls. His nose seemed to be pressing into her asshole, making her all the more aroused. Now his tongue was stabbing wildly into and out of her seething cunt. Then he shoved his mouth a little lower, pushed his tongue out a bit farther, and began slurping at her shivering clitoris.
Kimberly heard herself making involuntary sounds of delight, completely surrendering her feminine channel to the workings of Mueller's mouth. Every particle of her shivering self was madly reacting to the wild, permeating delights created by his licking lingual digit. It stabbed into her frothing sanctuary repeatedly, as if it were a hard cock. The more he licked, the more Kimberly realized there was no earthly way she could resist him. Wondering sensation followed maddening delight as his tongue slowly licked its way out of her seething twat and began moving up her perineum, into the crack between her rounded buttocks. Then she felt the tongue probe into her asshole, and she thought the sky had exploded. A trillion particles of dry-ice seemed to be shooting through her body every time his tongue pressed against her puckered anus.
He stopped his licking of her ass abruptly, then said aloud, "I'll take the gag out of your mouth if you promise not to make any noise. But if you put up any kind of fight, I just might be tempted to hurt you. Understand?"
Kimberly nodded, and Jason Adams walked over and untied the panties from around her mouth, pulling out the nylon pair he'd stuffed in. Her head still resting on the pillow, she felt Mueller press three fingers against her seething pussy. But she was so tight, only his middle finger slid in, despite her having become well oiled. Even so, her ooze was coming out, drenching all of Mueller's fingers.
"UNNNHHHHHH!" she gasped, feeling herself losing more and more of the little remaining control she had over her body. Now her mind was completely unaware of the existence of Jason Adams, although he was still standing near the bed. All she cared about was the way her tight labia clutched the one finger Mueller had been able to slam into her. He thrust it into her all the more insistently now, ramming it in deeper and harder, rubbing his other fingers against her tender cunt lips, building an external sensation by his touch.
"Good, good, goodddd!" was all she could say, before she realized she had even spoken. And she continued humping her body back against the thrusting fingers.
"Hey, hey, hey," Adams mumbled, "look at the way you got her going! Keep it moving, Larry!"
Kimberly humped herself back and forth, ramming her sweet cunt harder against the probing finger, and then she felt him finally slide another finger in. This made Kimberly gasp with delight, and she bucked all the faster. She could feel her tight, clutching pussy opening the littlest bit, as if begging him to insert that third finger. Then her body began to stiffen. She was on the edge of a climax now, and if he kept those fingers moving just a little longer, she'd come like crazy.
"No way," she heard Mueller mutter as he tugged his fingers from inside her. "This ain't the way for you to come, bitch. Hell! I didn't feel no cherry in there, which means you know all about coming, don't you. Well then, you're going to come with my hard cock buried inside you."
Anything, Kimberly thought, anxious for that orgasm, now. She wanted it so much, so desperately, she could almost taste the climax in her mouth. Yes, she wanted to feel his sticky seed flow into her. It felt nice when it was inside her.
He was still kneeling on the bed behind her, using his fist to bring the blunted head of his cock against her tight cunt. From the way he was moving, Kimberly could tell his balls were full of sperm waiting to be shot into her.
With the fingers of his other hand, he rubbed her pink slit, then pressed the lips apart with his thumb and forefinger while he used his other hand to bring his solid cock point against her pussy. He pushed, and his cock was so slender that the resistance was minor as it slowly eeled its way into her. But the moment it was inside, her vaginal muscles automatically took control, compressing tightly around the skinny wand until her walls fitted around it like a hot, sticky security blanket. She heard his gasping cry of delight, letting her know, for all his bravado, he wasn't nearly as experienced as he wanted her to believe.
"Holy shit!" he yelled, ramming his skinny prong as far into her sucking cunt as it would go.
"Good, Larry?" Adams asked.
"Yeahhhhhh," Mueller grunted.
"Ain't you glad I came up with this idea?"
"Urrrmmmphhh!" he replied, his ego being threatened. "Go sit down and shut up."
The ramming of Larry's hard cock all the way into her seething snatch once again made Kimberly realize just what was going on. Two smelly, dumb muscleheads were having their way with her, and the one working on her now was really making her enjoy it. She felt as if she would explode.
Had she been a crier, tears would have been in her eyes. Instead, she gasped with physical delight as the short, skinny penis continued working into her deep snatch, plunging harder into her foaming cunt, as if he hoped to fit more into her than he had.
"YEAHHHHHH!" Larry grunted again. "This is a nice cunt. Hey, what say you and I get together without this jerk sometime," Mueller said to Kimberly. "I mean, you got one tight pussy here, and it's really worth fucking."
His noisy approval of the tightness of her vagina seemed to echo throughout the room. Kimberly was tempted to tell him to go to hell, but then remembered she wanted revenge on the two of them, and the best way to do that would be to face them one at a time.
"S-ss-ssure!" she gasped, feeling her body react wildly to the stimulating thrusts of his penis. Her cunt walls squeezed it all the more tightly as he drove it into her again and again. He was slamming it into her with the force of a mad, rampaging bull. Her body responded equally to his every thrust, enhancing the pressure of his prong being driven into her. She could tell he was enjoying himself immensely, especially now that she'd consented to meeting him when Adams wasn't around.
Wow, it felt good, even if she didn't want it to do so. There was no way she could close her mind to what was happening to her, and the orgasm he'd begun with his fingers was building once again because of his solid cock. It was reaching into her, short as it was, and it was lancing fingers out to feel for her climax. It was as if his hard cock wanted to tug that orgasm right out of her.
And then, there it was, hitting her so hard she couldn't stop herself from wildly screaming "AYIIIEEE AAAHHH!"
Thrills shuddered madly through all her nerve-endings, and she found it was all stimulated even more by the knowledge that it was only lust, not honest emotion. She went crazy with ecstasy. Every remnant of self-reproach for enjoying these feelings disappeared as one tormenting orgasm followed another through her twitching body. And then she felt the tiny, puddling splashes of his hot semen splatter through her. This was nothing like the floods Winston had shot into her. This wasn't even half of what Winston had given her. It was more like a fiftieth.
"Haaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!" Mueller roared, bucking against her ass as he slammed her rounded cheeks each time he fired another load into her clutching cunt. He bucked and churned, shooting continually, and as Kimberly finally felt her own climaxes recede, she was thankful his cock had not been any smaller.
But it all wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. Jason Adams had taken as much waiting as he could. Even as Larry Mueller continued pressing his deflating cock into her cunt, Adams moved closer to the bed, his even more minuscule cock waving in front of her eyes when she turned her head. Staring at the smelly little organ, she was ready to break up laughing when she heard Adams say, "She's going to suck my cock, Larry. You can stay where you are as long as you like, but I've waited long enough. If I hadn't shown her to you, you wouldn't even be enjoying yourself right now. So while you're emptying yourself into her tight cunt, I'm using her mouth."
Without waiting for Larry Mueller's okay, Adams sank his four-odd inches into Kimberly's open mouth as she gasped for air. She clamped her lips tightly shut, as if automatically reacting to the pressure of the penis in her mouth, against her tongue. Having had those undies jammed down her throat for so long, Kimberly had found it impossible to close her mouth until Adams had shoved his tiny cock inside. It rubbed against her flattened, defenseless tongue, sinking as far into the hot, wet cave of her tiny mouth as it would go. Her tongue just instinctively rose to lick against the throbbing underside as she tasted its tang.
It pressed against the back of her throat, but unlike Winston Washington's, it wasn't long enough to try prying her gullet open. She was thankful it was not a very large cock.
Kimberly despised Adams. Now that his skinny putz was in her mouth, she hated him even more. Shit-he was the one who had brought her to Larry Mueller's attention. She had heard him say it She was tempted to bite off his cock, but realized there would be a lot of trouble, if she did. If Mueller didn't hurt her, the police would come and ask all kinds of embarrassing questions. And no matter how innocent she seemed, the world would point to her as the girl who had bit off Jason Adams's stinking cock. No! Not her, not now. She'd wait here, but she'd get him, just like she intended getting Mueller. "Let's go," Adams's moronic voice insisted to her. "You just keep on sucking until you get all that tasty treat inside."
Adams was in even more heat having watched the way Mueller had fucked Kimberly. Now his hot staff was shuddering, primed to explode. Popping a wad in her mouth would ease the tension, but just like Mueller, he was anxious to get this little twat all by herself, one day. And he would, he would....
And then his floodgates suddenly opened, and he screamed aloud.
"OOOOOOOOHWOWWWWWWWWWW!" he screamed, as he shot his load into Kimberly's throat She swallowed automatically, noting it didn't taste bad despite the bad odor his body gave out. Adams gushed an even smaller load than had than Mueller, and when the two of them were finished, they wordlessly dressed and left without so much as a backward glance.
CHAPTER SIX
As the two left, the phone rang. It was Kimberly's mother, calling from Aunt Christine's. Kimberly hastened to assure her everything was fine. Then she went and took a long, hot bath and douche, soaking all of Mueller's sperm out of her. Afterward, she gargled with mouthwash for nearly a half hour, getting rid of the taste of Adams.
What Kimberly needed was a foolproof plan, and somehow she couldn't quite think one up. Both Adams and Larry Mueller had to pay. Being physical was the only thing either of them could understand. They needed the blazes knocked out of them, and Kimberly knew she would never be able to do it by herself.
She had just finished putting on some white shorts and a T-shirt when the doorbell rang.
Answering it, she found herself facing Mickey, Angela's boy friend.
"Hi," she said, blushing, remembering how she'd last seen him.
"Hi kid," he greeted. "I was in the neighborhood, so I stopped by to see if Angela was hanging out over here with you.
"She went away with her folks," Kimberly told him. "I'm home all by myself."
"Yeah, well you just tell Angela I stopped by, huh."
"Where are you going now?" Kimberly asked.
"Nowhere in particular."
"So why not come on in and listen to music? I mean, even if Angela isn't here, there's no law against your coming in to listen to music."
The gleam Mickey saw in Kimberly's eye was something he mistook for hero-worship. And since he was extremely susceptible to flattery, Mickey went on in. After all, if there was a female who got her kicks from looking up to him, who was he not to let her worship him a little?
They went to Kimberly's room where there was a stereo and a whole stack of compact discs.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" Kimberly asked, putting some CD's into the player.
"Sure," he nodded. "If you have a little vodka around, I'd like a screwdriver."
"What's that?" she asked, "I'm not familiar with that stuff."
"Yeah, well it's just vodka and orange juice."
"How much of each?" Kimberly asked.
"One third vodka, the rest orange juice," he told her.
"I'll get it," she said, getting to her feet and going into the kitchen.
The small cabinet above the refrigerator held the liquor, and she was able to find the vodka easily enough. She took out a quart of orange juice from the refrigerator and poured, one third-two thirds, only the one third was the orange juice. She poured a second one and put it in the refrigerator to chill.
Bringing the glass to Mickey, she handed it to him and he took a sip as the stereo cranked out a melodious tune.
"Wow!" he said, his eyes lighting up.
"Like it?" she asked.
"Love it," he nodded. "Wahooo!"
He finished the glass in no time, and Kimberly brought him the other one, while re-filling the first and putting it into the refrigerator. He took longer with the second drink, and she noticed he began looking at her a little differently than he had earlier.
The vodka was doing its job. Mickey continued to accept what he believed to be adulation from Kimberly, but now he was looking at her as more than just a buddy. He could see where her curves had taken shape. Not that she would ever have big boobs like Angela. But he knew what he had going with Angela couldn't last forever. Once it broke up, he just might be able to make it with Kimberly. After all, she idolized him. He was willing to bet she'd do anything for him.
Hey now, wouldn't that be something? Wouldn't it be terrific to make it with a chick who seemed crazy about him? So she was a little flat chested, so what? She was totally hard-bodied. And if she really had eyes for him, as she appeared to have, then he would probably be able to get her to do anything for him. Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was to see how far he could get with her now.
"Hey, Kim," he called to her. "Come over here. Sit on the bed next to me."
"Oh, wow!" Kimberly gasped, "D'you mean ME?"
"Is there anyone else in the room?" he asked.
It was working. Kimberly had him figured just right. Not that she didn't like him. Ever since she'd seen him with Angela, she had come to like him a lot. True, she didn't feel as strongly about him as she did about Winston, but he wasn't half the man Winston appeared to be ... yet. And, he was a hell of a lot better than those two creeps who had forced themselves on her. Well, now, all she had to do was allow herself to be seduced. Where Mickey might not do it under sober circumstances, the vodka was making him see her in a different light.
"Hey, you're a real slick chick," Mickey told her as she sat next to him.
"You bet I am," she agreed.
"Yeah, well that sure makes a difference, doesn't it"
Kimberly had him, now. It was only a matter of minutes before he made his first move. And then the doorbell rang again.
"You expecting company?" he asked.
"I told you, the folks are gone for the day."
"Well you get rid of whoever is there, then you and I can go have fun."
"Honest Mickey?"
"Kimberly, baby, I don't see any reason why you and I can't have as much fun as Angela and me."
"Shit you really think I'm as nice as Angela?"
"In your own way, of course. Now go get rid of whoever is at the door."
Kimberly went to the front hall and opened the door. Standing in the doorway was another of her closest friends, Stacey Keller. Stacey had probably seen Mickey coming into her house, because Stacey lived across the street and always watched Kimberly's house with avid interest She was the same age as Kimberly, and had die hots for all of Angela's boy friends. Now, seeing Mickey come in when no one other than Kimberly was home had gotten Stacey curious. Kimberly knew if she chased her friend away, she not only stood a good chance of losing her as a friend, but would also risk having Stacey tell Angela that Mickey had come to the house ... and stayed.
Unlike Kimberly, Stacey had always pretended to know what sex was all about. Well, if Kimberly's plan was going to work, Stacey would have to become part of it. Not that Kimberly foresaw any difficulty. Stacey disliked Jason Adams almost as much as she.
"What's up?" Stacey asked. "I saw Mickey at the door, and I figured he still must be here. Didn't Angela come over to meet him?"
"No," Kimberly said, shaking her head. "He's here to see me."
"Ohhh, Kimmie ... just what's going on in your mind?"
So Kimberly explained what had happened earlier with Adams and Mueller. Stacey was shocked, but when she suggested Kimberly call the police, Kimberly asked, "What proof do I have? It's my word against theirs. They're two to my one. No, what has to happen is for the two of them to get their arms and legs broken. Mickey works in a gas station, and he's friendly with all the other attendants there. They carry all kinds of things to break bones. They have to be careful in case someone tries to hold up the station. Mickey once showed Angela a mean blackjack he has down at the station. And I figure we might be able to convince him to get some of his good buddies together and, between them, take care of both Adams and Mueller."
"But Larry Mueller is so strong," Stacey said.
"Ah, he's a load of hot air," Kimberly whispered. "But hey, Stacey, Mickey was just about to seduce me when you rang the bell."
"Really? Could I watch?"
"Are you crazy? If you watched, it would make him freeze up."
"Well, what kind of friend are you?" Stacey asked.
"If you come inside with us, he'll probably make a play for you, too. He's half-crocked."
"Wow, Kimberly, I've let boys touch me a little, now and then, but I've never really gone all the way."
"Don't worry," Kimberly told her. "If he goes all the way it'll be with me."
"Oh, wow! This I have to see!"
"Well then, don't chicken out if he makes a play for you, too. We've got to play this whole thing real cool."
"I won't chicken," Stacey promised.
When they walked into the bedroom, Mickey was halfway through his third screwdriver, and the sight of Stacey didn't bother him at all. He was really hot now, and he was thinking all girls Kimberly's age were hot for him. Why shouldn't Stacey be there? She probably wanted in on the action, too....
"Hey," he greeted as another tune blasted from the stereo. "We got ourselves a crazy threesome. We should have ourselves a good time!"
Stacey was as lean and athletic as Kimberly, having a very boyish build, except for the lack of a masculine bulge in her crotch. Her needs and desires were as strong as Kimberly's, and when Mickey said "crazy threesome," she immediately felt herself starting to warm to the idea.
"Hey," Mickey said to them. "You know what I'd like to see? I'd like to see the two of you start playing with one another. Boy would that really get me hot."
"What does he mean, we should play with each other?" Stacey asked.
"He wants us to get "undressed and touch and kiss each other's private parts," Kimberly explained.
"Oh my," Stacey uttered, turning red with embarrassment.
"Come on," Mickey told them. "I know all you cool mothas like to fool around with one another. I'd just like to see you do it."
"Well," Kimberly told him, "we'd feel kind of silly getting undressed and all, while you were still dressed."
"Is that all?" Mickey said. "I'll undress with you. What the hell-come on!"
Stacey felt very nervous and afraid, and she hesitated until she saw Kimberly and Mickey removing all their clothes. Finally she took her things off, feeling totally exposed and rather silly. Her hand was shyly covering her small bosom, and she could feel her own heart thudding inside her. She watched the way Mickey's eyes rested on her hard little body.
"You know," Mickey said. "I'll bet having two girls could be a lot of fun. Most guys don't realize just how great it could be."
"I've never done anything like this before," Stacey admitted. "I don't know what to do."
She felt a bit anxious, what with a man, almost a stranger, looking at her naked body. When she watched him lick his lips she became a little uneasy. Her knees became watery, and she had to hold onto the night table to keep herself from falling. Then she looked at Kimberly, hoping the latter could say or do something to make her feel better.
Although Kimberly had seen Stacey's naked body any number of times in the girls' shower in school, she had never looked at her friend in a sexual light. Now, for the first time, she saw Stacey differently. She began looking at Stacey as a man might. Having been touched and felt by men, she now knew what men looked for in a girl. True, Stacey had no breasts at all. Even her nipples were on the small side. There was every chance she would develop much more as she fully matured. Her mother was almost flat chested, and her sister had nothing of which she could boast ... unless one wanted to boast of silicone.
But Stacey had smooth, white skin that was flawless. Her flesh was clear and firm, and although she had almost no hips, her muscles were hard and defined. Stacey's little ass was very small, though it was cute and round like a couple of dumplings.
"Don't worry," Kimberly said to Stacey. "This is all going to be fun, because Mickey is one terrific guy, right Mickey?"
"Hey, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you girls," he insisted. "Watch. We'll all have a ball."
Kimberly was already standing near Stacey, reaching out and pressing her palm flatly against her friend's nipple. She knew that she had to assume control and get her friend to make this whole scene work. She felt Stacey start to shudder, and she began massaging her hand in a circular motion, letting little ripples of pleasure make their way into Stacey's body. She took one of Stacey's hands and pressed it against her own breast, feeling her nipple immediately begin to swell when Stacey's palm touched it. Stacey had long brown hair, but her body was pale, and her nipples were as pink as Kimberly's. And now that Kimberly worked on her nipples, she could see them budding, looking like the eraser tips on the backs of pencils.
Mickey, staring at the bodies of the two nymphets, found himself salivating. Oh man! Wouldn't it be something to get into one of those cute young cunts?"
"Hey Stacey," he called out. "Turn around and let me get a good look at all of you.".
Warming to Mickey's admiring gaze, Stacey felt some of her embarrassment leave her, and she slowly pivoted, although she moved without any real grace. Even so, her slim, reed-like figure made Mickey drool all the more. A body like hers was made to be used, and he wanted to use it. Even Kimberly was staring, enjoying the sight of Stacey's trim little body.
Mickey's cock stood out straight and hard. It was the first real erection Stacey had ever seen, and she was entranced by it. Kimberly let her enjoy herself, staring at it. She hadn't the heart to tell either of them she had seen bigger and better. Of course she had also seen smaller and worse.
Kimberly enjoyed seeing the way Stacey's ribs pressed against her body, outlining themselves against her flesh.
"You've such a really neat bod, Stacey," she said to her friend. "You have a flat belly and a cute bubble butt, and nice slim hips. You're almost like a fashion model."
Mickey stared at Stacey's belly and realized Kimberly was right. The flatness of her stomach made the puffiness of her pink-slitted vagina stand out all the more, especially since there was just a smidgen of hair to cover it. And to think, he was going to be the first male to enjoy the touch and scent of her delicate skin. But then, as far as Mickey was concerned, he was probably the first male to enjoy Kimberly, as well. He had no idea she'd already been seen and touched by three other males.
Kimberly's body was definitely more luscious than Stacey's. It was rounder, even if she didn't have huge jugs. She had nice, curving hips, and her pussy lips pouted even more. And that solid, round ass of hers was really something a man could enjoy. He knew he was right about her.
"Hey, come on," he said to the girls, "Get on with it. I want to see the two of you go at it for awhile. I'll join in soon enough, I promise."
Kimberly was standing behind Stacey now, and Stacey shuddered with delight as Kimberly's fingers began running up and down her back, rubbing her small buttocks. She trembled even more when Kimberly, on an impulse, leaned forward and kissed Stacey on the nape of her neck.
"Give us a look at that little ass while you rub it," Mickey insisted. "I mean, it's a really pretty thing to watch."
So Kimberly turned Stacey away from Mickey and still continued rubbing her butt, giving Mickey a view of both bottoms at the same time.
"Your skin is like sweet cream," Kimberly told Stacey. "It's really smooth."
Stacey shuddered with Kimberly's touch but had to admit her friend was really making her feel good. She threw her head back and let Kimberly caress the front of her throat before feeling Kimberly's hand run across her nipples, again.
"Let's really give him a treat," Kimberly whispered to Stacey. "Lie down and open your thighs so we can let him get a good look at a pretty vagina."
Feeling more and more relaxed, Stacey obediently lay on the bed, her head on a pillow, with yet another pillow under her rear to bolster it a bit. She felt funny, watching Mickey stand and walk over to where she lay. But the gleam in his eyes made her feel all the more pleased. She knew he was enthralled at the sight of her. And after all, wasn't this what she had always hoped would happen? True, she hadn't expected Kimberly to be part of her fantasy, but her friend didn't detract from it in any way. On the contrary, Kimberly's being there was very reassuring, and added to her growing excitement.
"Come on," Kimberly urged, softly. "Open those pretty thighs and let Mickey get a good look at the sweetest part of you."
Stacey parted her thighs even farther, and Mickey stood there, the drool almost falling from his mouth as he slavered, staring at the pretty pinkness within.
Sensing Stacey was holding back a little, Kimberly leaned forward as she sat on the bed, resting a palm on each of Stacey's thighs. Slowly she pulled the thinner girl's loins even farther apart, and both girls heard Mickey gasp as he looked.
"Hey," he murmured. "Your pussy lips look just like the petals on a pink rose. They're fabulous."
Stacey felt so utterly exposed that she began shivering.
"Hey," Kimberly told her. "Relax. This is all just for great fun."
"That is one fabulous little pussycat," Mickey mumbled.
"Tell me, Mickey," Kimberly asked, "have you ever fucked a girl before?" Mickey began turning red and blushing with embarrassment, and Kimberly realized what he'd done with Angela was the closest he'd ever really come to doing anything with any girl.
"You won't let him fuck me, will you?" Stacey asked her friend, sitting up.
"No," Kimberly smiled at her, sitting on the bed beside her. "But I'll bet he'd like to put his cock into this virginal crack." After all, if Mickey thought Kimberly was still a virgin he would believe he was really accomplishing something by being the first one into her.
Kimberly, stretching out on the bed next to Stacey, pushed her down again, parted her thighs and rubbed her fingers lightly up and down her wet, pink division. It looked so tightly closed, it almost was unseen, save for the twin pouting of her labia.
"I'd like to crack both cunts wide open," Mickey replied, heavy drops of perspiration forming on his brow. "But I know better than to try. Shit! I don't carry rubbers with me, and I ain't going to take the chance of making you pregnant or, you know...."
Stacey felt awkward, lying there next to Kimberly, her flesh so exposed to a man's eyes. Her own body had a light sheen of perspiration on it, making her flesh shimmer. She could feel sweating droplets between her thighs getting heavier.
She started when Kimberly's fingers lightly touched her sensitive cunt lips. Kimberly's fingers were pressing on them, parting them, opening them to reveal the coral richness within.
"Both of you are such totally hot babes, I can't believe it," Mickey gasped. "I sure hope you won't forget that I wanna be part of this action, too."
Kimberly's talented fingers continued caressing Stacey's damp cunt lips, and Stacey, who had always wanted to become involved sexually, now realized it might be a bit more frightening than her girlish mind had anticipated. She'd had no idea her best friend knew so much about sex. To her, Kimberly had always been a tomboy who never seemed to know anything. Stacey had tried to explain all the ins and outs of sexuality to Kimberly, though she hadn't been graphic about it. All she'd said was, when men over eighteen do anything to a girl over eighteen, then it's OK, and as long as the girl likes it, it's not against the law. At the time, Kimberly hadn't even asked her what was meant by the words, "do anything."
But Kimberly seemed so self-assured, and seemed to so much enjoy touching her, that Stacey began to relax. After all, she was the one who was always telling Kimberly how she allowed boys to rub her flat nipples. She'd never gone this far with anyone else, and if Kimberly hadn't needed her, she wouldn't be doing this, now. But, Kimberly had promised she would not be hurt, and Kimberly was known for keeping her promises. And she suddenly jumped again as Kimberly's middle finger slid very slowly between the fleshy curtains of her outer pussy lips, moving itself very gently into her. It was only one finger, but she was so tight inside, she could feel all her inner walls being touched by it, and it felt really good. Though moistened, her tight little cunt was far from wet enough, and the one finger made her squirm because of the delicious pressure as it way it pushed in. She sighed, pressing her rump down on the pillow beneath it, then moved her fulcrum up again, helping Kimberly push her finger a little more deeply into her vagina. She felt Kimberly start to revolve her finger inside, and then she felt Kimberly's thumb touch another sensitive area. She was familiar with her clitoris. For several years, she had been unsuccessfully attempting to masturbate. She had never been able to bring herself off. But with Kimberly's thumb touching that sensitive spot, she felt new, different chills shooting through her.
"Hey," Mickey muttered, his mouth heavy with saliva, "look at that clitoris grow. That's a big one."
Kimberly looked at her friend's clitoris, and sure enough, it had grown until it was nearly three quarters of an inch long. Now Kimberly could see just how closely it resembled a circumcised penis. It had a head all its own, and a tiny little shaft.
"Oooooh, that feels good," Stacey was saying, gasping.
Kimberly's other hand was between the pillow and Stacey's ass, raising the girl's center even higher, squeezing the round buns.
"Come on, Mickey," Kimberly invited. "Get a squeeze of Stacey's asscheeks. I'll bet she'd love to feel your hands on them."
"Yours are plumper," Mickey answered, reaching down and squashing her buttocks between his fingers.
But even as his strong fingers continued squeezing Kimberly's ass, his eyes were still on Stacey's slender body. And Stacey was able to see beyond Kimberly's body to the throbbing penis between Mickey's legs. The sight of it excited her even more than she'd believed it would. She wanted to caress his manly staff. Though she'd read about women sucking on penises, she didn't think she was quite ready to do that, yet. Never having really seen an erect phallus before, she believed Mickey's was enormous.
Her hot cunt was getting wetter and wetter as Kimberly's fingers continued moving in and out, though Kimberly was careful not to move any deeper than her second knuckle. She had gotten Stacey's hot pussy so wet, she was able to slide a second finger in, though with difficulty. Kimberly's fingers moved more deeply into her than she'd ever been able to thrust her own fingers. And it really felt good.
Kimberly shoved her fingers just the slightest bit deeper, and Stacey began writhing without being conscious of her movements.
"Boy that really is a tight pussy," Mickey gasped. "I'd love to sink my prick into it."
"No," Kimberly told him. "She's not ready for it. I mean, a girl has to be ready mentally as well as physically. Besides, she's so tight inside, a girl would have to be crazy to let someone with a cock as thick as yours go in."
Kimberly was flattering Mickey, making him feel he was a lot bigger than he really was. And Mickey was eating it all up.
Stacey was enjoying herself all the more, thrilling to the way Kimberly was rubbing her tight cunt, causing new, thrilling sensations to work their way through her entire body. Had Kimberly told her she would have to fuck for Mickey, she knew she would have eventually agreed. Even so, she needed to be brought to some kind of satisfactory conclusion. She had never been able to bring herself this far along before. Wow, but she was really getting a big thrill out of all this. Kimberly's thumb was really wreaking havoc with her shuddering clitoris, pressing a little harder, rubbing a little faster, and she was moving her asscheeks all the more swiftly, pumping them up and down in time to the way Kimberly's fingers were moving around inside her. She kept thinking of words she'd heard but hadn't dared use until she'd come into this bedroom, today. Fuck, suck, eat, cunt, pussy, cock, prick. And as each work rang in her head she became all the more excited.
Her young body felt hotter than ever. The sweat covering her was dripping off her body in buckets. Her thighs seemed to be opening all the wider, as if her muscles were becoming more elastic. She could hear the dry rasp in Mickey's throat as his shocked eyes bulged.
"See," Kimberly was telling him. "I told you Stacey was the kind of girl who could really enjoy something like this. We both want to make you happy. Right now, I've been playing with her because that's what you requested. But believe me, we'd like to make you happy, Mickey dear."
"I'd give anything to crawl into that pussy," Mickey muttered.
Mickey was staring at Stacey's vertical slit as if totally mesmerized. He could see the way her tight pussy lips were opening and closing spasticly in response to the way Kimberly's fingers were thrusting in and out. He could see the girl was beyond all self-control. And it was all being brought about because of Kimberly.
This little blonde girl was one smart cookie. She seemed to know just what it was all about. Hell!
She also seemed to have the hots for him instead of teasing him the way Angela always did. Not that he didn't enjoy being teased. He loved it, especially when he knew he would be playing with Angela's luscious tits afterward. As of last Friday night, he had been playing with her tasty nookie as well, while having her tantalizing mouth cover his cock.
Hey, wouldn't it be great if he managed to do something with Kimberly. Imagine, fooling around with two girls at once on a regular basis? Boy! Wasn't that one hell of an idea? He only wished he could have Angela here when he was playing with Kimberly, but he knew Ang would be jealous as all hell. Besides, Kimberly might also take offense if she knew what he was doing with Angela, though considering what Kimberly was doing with him now, he wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she had already guessed what was going on.
Stacey felt her clitoris vibrating at an even faster rate, and her asscheeks were clenching involuntarily, slamming down hard against the hand squeezing them. Unconsciously she was drawing her knees up to her chest, still keeping her loins wide apart. Gasps came tumbling from her throat, which was so dry it felt stuffed with cotton. Her body continued wriggling in time to the way Kimberly's fingers still knifed into her seething love garden. Every loud squishing sound of the fingers moving in and out was erotic delight to her ears, and the more Mickey gasped and Kimberly panted, the more aroused and proud she became.
"Look at the way the oil is pouring out of that tight twat," Mickey muttered. "It's running down between her asscheeks."
As if to make Stacey aware of what Mickey was talking about, Kimberly used the fingers of the hand she'd been rubbing against Stacey's ass to scoop up some of the slithery liquid and rub it against Stacey's rosebud. The moment Stacey felt the finger touch her asshole, she automatically relaxed, knowing Kimberly had nothing in mind but pure pleasure for her. At first there was some expected resistance from Stacey's sphincter as Kimberly attempted to push her finger all the way into the other girl's rear end. But little by little, Kimberly rubbed the rubbery ring until it relaxed, and she was able to worm a finger into the girl's anus. When her finger was halfway in, she felt it being sucked in the rest of the way as she continued massaging two fingers from her other hand deftly into Stacey's quivering cunnus.
Stacey had been afraid she would feel some kind of pain or irritation, but Kimberly's fingers were so gentle, all she felt was pleasure. And the new pleasure in her bottom enhanced the thrilling sensations in her vagina.
"Oh man!" Mickey gasped, his hands still playing with Kimberly's asscheeks. "She has an asshole even tighter than her cunt."
"So do I," Kim whispered, smiling at him.
Mickey got the massage, all right. As Kimberly's mouth began kissing Stacey's body, he began working fingers against her pinky brown butthole. Kimberly was sucking on Stacey's diminutive nipples, making the girl undulate madly, when she felt Mickey's mouth lick at her asshole. Hot damn! If she didn't have Stacey's body on which to lavish her own affections, she would have gone crazy then and there. She rammed her two fingers even deeper into Stacey's wet pussy, almost touching the virginal membrane inside. Her other finger reached all the more deeply into her friend's rectum, making the leaner girl squirm with even more maddening lust. The tongue slowly moving into her own asshole made her gasp as particles of ice showered through her entire nervous system.
Stacey, unaware of what Mickey was doing to Kimberly, saw Kimberly's open mouth near her neck. She twisted her head slightly and kissed her friend for the first time. Her tongue wound around Kimberly's, and her lips pressed up against those of the young blonde as surely as they would have against those of a man. Her lower half was humping madly, moving up and down, thrusting against the fingers stabbing into her. Her eyes were now closed, and she believed Mickey was looking at her, and this enhanced all feeling in her even more.
Wild, maniacal sensations were working their way through her body, starting from her seething cunt and spreading out. Her ears were no longer able to hear anything other than the loud, building roar being caused by the climax welling up inside her. Something wonderful was building higher and higher, bringing her own emotions to the summit of wondrous delight. Her moving loins were forcing themselves against Kimberly's fingers, moving faster and faster as the two digits shoved themselves all the harder into her blistering pussy. With each downthrust into the pillow under her ass, Stacey felt another thrill as the finger working in her asshole pressed all the harder, working deeper.
Delight followed delight, building within her body a desire to reach that wonderful summit about which she'd read and heard so much. She was speeding up her body movements in the hope of reaching that elusive orgasm. Her bouncing torso was almost completely out of control, even with her mouth still pressed to Kimberly's. And then she knew she was going to come. She could feel the wild budding orgasm begin to ripen and swell inside her, and then it was rushing up and out. Her lathered cunt began spurting even greater quantities of heavy lube oil as she tightened all her muscles, going completely rigid.
"Eeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" her girlish, high-pitched voice squealed as she bounced madly, a total slave to these her great, new internal feelings. "Oh damn! Oh hot hell! Oh sweet shitttttt! Oh, oh, oh ohhhhhhh ... !
And in a bursting, crushing, twitching expulsion of muscular and nervous release, she felt the orgasms suddenly come hotly .plummeting down all over her. Her gyrating body was totally out of control, and she jerked and moved so quickly that she pulled completely away from Kimberly.
Both Kimberly and Mickey were completely astonished at Stacey's reaction. Stacey was in a world all her own, completely oblivious to anything or anyone else. Darkness seemed to swamp her brain as she slowly relaxed, recovering from a near blackout. And she smiled as a delicious never-before known, calm warmth spread throughout her body.
Mickey, who had taken his tongue away from Kimberly's asshole, was staring at the girl, his tongue hanging out.
"Let me fuck her," Mickey was gasping, and at that moment both he and Kimberly realized she was the mistress of the entire situation. What she said, went.
"No," Kimberly told him. "Absolutely not. We're here to have fun. And that doesn't mean you can have fun by hurting Stacey. Besides, as you said, you don't even have a rubber. You could get her pregnant."
"In the ass, then," Mickey said. "Just let me fuck that ass of hers."
"And just what's the matter with my cunt?" Kimberly asked.
"Hey, you mean you'd let me ... you mean I could ... are you saying I can really fuck you?"
"Why not?" Kimberly asked, smiling. "After all, I promised you could have a good time."
"Hey, no offense, but are you sure you really want me to do this?"
"Mickey, you will be the best fuck of my whole life."
"Wow! What a hot-to-trot babe! Come on, let's get on with it...."
Stacey lay in a semi-coma while Kimberly kneeled down on hands and knees next to her on the queen-size bed. Mickey got between her thighs and, reaching in with his hands, began working her labia apart. Kimberly felt thrilled, knowing this was the one act which brought her the most pleasure. She was glad it was Mickey and not Winston-whose cock was so much thicker!
She felt him press his pulsing cock-head against her vaginal gates, and felt her cunt lips begin an eager twitching. She squirmed, hardly able to bear the anticipation, and slowly, very, very slowly, she felt the head push into her soft tube. She could also feel droplets of his perspiration dripping all over her. When she wanted him to pause for a moment, he no longer seemed able to hear-shoving mindlessly as if he were in another world. Her loud gasping was heard by no one other that herself. Stacey was still in a stupor, and Mickey could hear nothing. She felt the stiff, thick pole strongly shoving ever deeper into her cuntal passageway. Little by little she felt the entire length of it stuff into her.
The door to Angela's room was closed, and in the full length mirror on the back of the door, Kimberly could see the way Mickey's hard cock fitted itself into her hot vagina. Because of the angle she saw everything. And she was amazed to see how wide his pulsing cock had stretched her tiny hole. Now he began sliding out, pulling it back until only the head remained inside. The saucy, glistening secretions covering his pole were all lubrication, from her cunt and from his own penis.
Heaven! How absolutely, downright wanton, Kimberly thought. How wantonly licentious. She had learned a lot about sex in the past few days, even looking up the different words connected with it. There were words she'd never head before, such as bawd, meretrix, roue, and even harlot. Then there were other words she'd heard but had never associated them with fucking, such as rake, lustful, prick, and prong.
Yet it all sounded and felt so exquisite. She could understand why adults were always chasing after sex. As Mickey's pole worked its way back into her, the pleasure built even higher, and she thrilled to the thwack of his dangling balls against her pussy lips and upthrust asscheeks.
He began pumping in a regular rhythm, and soon his throbbing cock was working its way smoothly in and out of her tight cunt. She could hear his sweaty belly smacking noisily against her rounded buttocks each time he sent his pestle pounding into her mortar. She felt his arms wrap themselves around her waist so he could pull her back all the more solidly onto his impaling hard meat. Kimberly was enjoying it all immensely, sighing, pushing her round, delightful, ass back, letting her cunt surround the entire length of his meaty prong again and again. She kept her weight on her forearms, letting her knees and shins literally come bouncing up off the mattress each time he stabbed his plunger into her from the rear, doggy style. She could feel him fucking it into her with stronger, harder, more driving strokes. His lancing penis was thrilling her cuntal passageway as she secreted enough lubricant to keep the going smooth.
Her aching clit felt hotter and hotter, and with one hand she reached down to her pelvis, feeling for and finding the growing bud. It felt delightful against her fingertips, so she continued rubbing it as his reaming column continued rampaging into her now-slick cuntal channel.
Her other hand now went to her nipples as she took the weight of her body on her shoulders, pressing them into the mattress. The climax was starting to build now, first in her clitoris, and then, strangely, in her rectum. It had never occurred to her she might have an anal orgasm. She thought it was all concentrated in her vagina. But the wildness continued building inside her rectum, and she knew she was going to feel it in her ass, of all places. No wonder her asshole was so sensitive-it brought on wild, fabulous, terrific internal feelings! The first wave of her orgasm hit her with all the power of a bulldozer, while her fingertips, working on her clitoris, brought on a climax of equal velocity from that direction, too.
"Hhhaaaaayyyaaaarrrggghhhh" she screamed, butting her asscheeks against his thighs and belly, no longer focusing on him, but solely on her own inner sensations. She used the tube of her vagina to compress his cock with such ferocity, that Mickey thought she would change its shape from cylindrical to flatly two dimensional. And then her body fell to the bed all doubled up. The tug of her cunt pulled him down on top of her, and he continued pumping into her like an insane rabbit.
Angela's mouth had been fabulous but, because she had sucked his cock so very reluctantly at first, it was nothing at all compared to her friend's hot, fucking cunt.
Man! Even now, as he felt the spu boiling up in his prick, he was willing to bet that Kimberly could suck her friend under the table.
"Ggggaaahhhhaaarrrraaaggghhhh" he yelled, and fired a load of boiling sperm-cream into Kimberly's pulsating cunt.
He spurted come-juice for what seemed to be an exceptionally long time, and even then it took a while for his cock to deflate. Then, and only then, did he pull it from her vagina.
A half hour passed, and the three of them dressed. Kimberly straightened up her room and put all the vodka away, washing the glasses. Mickey finally left, but not until she'd promised to keep her body ready for him. Kimberly promised....
"Well shit," Stacey said, once he was gone. "I thought you were going to use him against those two guys who messed with you."
"Oh I will, I will," Kimberly promised. "You see, if I'd told him about those guys, he would have been sure I was no virgin. Right now he doesn't know what to think. Now, suppose I'm approached by Jason Adams or Larry Mueller for sex again. And suppose I agree. And suppose I tell you when and where it's going to take place. And suppose you go and tell Mickey I'm in the middle of being forcibly raped. Mickey will come running with his good ol' buddies from the gas station, and they'll break the arms and legs of the bastard doing it."
"But you'll only be able to get one of men that way. Once the other one hears what's happened, he won't go near you."
"I'll worry about the other one after we take care of the first one. Besides, if Larry Mueller goes first, Jason Adams just might try something anyway, he's so dumb. And if he does, Mickey will be able to break him in two, as well."
"Shit, Kimberly, you are smart."
"Did you like what happened today?"
"Did I ever! Boy, I had you figured all wrong. I thought you didn't know squat about sex.
Every time I tried talking to you about it, you acted like you didn't know what I was talking about."
"It's one thing to talk about it," Kimberly told her. "It's another thing to go ahead and do it. Look, do you know the old Ellers house, the abandoned one? Well that's where I'm going to let Larry or Jason take me the next time they approach me. You just keep watching me, and if you see me with either one, you run and tell Mickey."
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next three weeks no one bothered Kimberly. She played softball with the boys as she always did, and worked out with the gymnastic team, outdoing even all of the boys in cartwheels, back flips, and high rope climbing. She visited Winston Washington three different times to ease the needs of her hot cunt, and met with Mickey twice, letting him fuck her both times, although she came so quickly the last time, she had to blow him to a climax. She reaffirmed what Mickey believed-that she had a much better cock-sucking mouth than her friend, in spite of the fact that it was smaller and narrower.
Each time she met with Mickey it was in the deserted Ellers house. She wanted to make certain he was familiar with the place. On the fifth day following her next period she decided it was time to start playing it safe. Stacey told her all about the contraceptive Pill, and she decided she would be smart to start using it. She talked it over with Winston, and he agreed. He volunteered to drive her to a public clinic in a nearby town, and paid for the exam. He even went and bought her a supply, since they both agreed it wouldn't be smart for her to go into the small town drugstore and make the purchase. He bought her a full year's supply to be on the safe side, and Kimberly hid them in his house, except for the month's supply she carried hidden in a zipped billfold.
A girl can retain her innocence for just so long, and Kimberly was rapidly losing hers. She was beginning to realize she could use her body to get what she wanted from men. Her breasts might not be the biggest but, even without tits, a woman could be plenty enticing. In the meantime, she would make the most of what she had and to enjoy herself thoroughly. Fucking was something she had come to enjoy immensely, but it had to be with the people she wanted.
Amazing, what with her background. Her dad was totally straitlaced and would remain that way. Her mother was just as stiff-necked when it came to being a prude. And Kimberly believed that strict Aunt Christine was an inhibiting influence in their lives. When she got married, the last person she would want to take advice from was Aunt Christine!
It was on the Friday following the end of her period that she was approached by both Mueller and Adams. She was walking home from softball practice, and there they were, standing in front of Adams's house.
"Hey blondie," Mueller said to her. "We been thinkin' about the time we had with you, and we decided to make it a threesome again. After all, we're buddies. Share and share alike, and all that shit. Tonight, after supper, we're both free. What say we meet somewhere down the road and live it up?"
"You know I don't have a car," she told them in a sweet, girlish voice. If you boys want to have some fun, we can always use the old Ellers place."
"Hey yeah," Mueller nodded. "You got a good head on those shoulders. And tonight, you're gonna give me some of it!"
"See," Mueller said to Adams, as Kimberly walked toward her house. "I told you she was crazy about the cock we gave her the last time. We don't have to do nothin' except meet her at the old house. We didn't even have to threaten. She likes our style of cock."
Reaching home, Kimberly went inside. Her mother was trimming the bushes in the back yard, so Kimberly was able to quietly get on the phone. She called Stacey and told her to bring Mickey and his friends to the Ellers house at about quarter-to-nine, that night.
Kimberly felt excited. She was going to see to it that Mueller and Adams got what was coming to them, provided Mickey didn't fail her. She hoped he wouldn't be out on a date with Angela. That would really louse things up.
At the supper table, Kimberly told her parents that she and Stacey had made plans to see a movie that night, since Mickey had to work late at the gas station and Angela was hanging-out there with him.
When eight o'clock rolled around, she told her parents she was leaving with Stacey. Once outside, she called for Stacey and said, "You watch and make sure Mueller and Adams go into the house with me. Then you go tell Mickey."
With Stacey watching her, she crossed the street and walked down the block to the old Ellers place. Getting in was no problem-someone had found a way to unlock the front door and it had never been locked again.
Going inside, Kimberly closed the door. She could tell Mueller and Adams were already there. They had hung dark blankets in front of the window to keep anyone from peering in, and they'd spread a large blanket out on the floor. She noticed they hadn't brought any pillows, but she knew she would be able to manage without them.
They had also brought a battery-powered lamp. And while she was waiting for her eyes to accustom themselves to the dark, they switched it on.
"See," Mueller laughed. "I told you she'd come. And that's just what we're all going to do ... we're all going to have a real ball! Hey kid, Jason here tells me you have a real great mouth. How about we begin with you giving me some of that head we talked about earlier today?"
"You two still scare me," Kimberly said to them. "If I weren't so afraid of you, I might not even have come here tonight."
"What's the matter?" Adams asked. "Don't you like us?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"But you're here," Mueller laughed. "So that must mean something."
"I'm here to tell you I'd rather not have anything more to do with either one of you."
"Really?" Mueller asked. "How the hell d'you like that, Jason. She says she don't want anything to do with us."
"That's just tough shit!" Adams snapped.
"Look, bitch," Mueller said, advancing, taking hold of an arm, and ushering her into the room. "I think the time has come for you to understand something. We like your body. We're going to go on using that body as long as it pleases us. And if you try backing out of any appointments we make with you, we'll not only beat the shit out of you, but we just might slip it to your best friend, too."
"Two big, brave men," Kimberly sneered. "Boy, it sure takes a lot of guts to try scaring the hell out of a helpless girl."
"You ain't so helpless," Adams barked. "I ain't going to forget how you caused me to fall and break an arm. All you have to do is open that yap for something other than cock sucking, and I'll let you see how it feels to have a broken arm of your own."
"Come on," Mueller's voice urged a little bit more softly, his hands already forcibly starting to undress Kimberly. "Let's stop this fighting. All we want is a good time. Hell! You liked it too, the last time."
"Let's just say I don't like the two of you," Kimberly told him.
"We grow on people," Mueller laughed as he tugged the last of her clothing.
"So does lichen," she answered, recalling one of her Earth Science lessons.
Mueller was stripping himself while Adams remained fully clothed, staring at her naked body again.
"Jeez," Adams said, "she's really solidly put together. All those other broads you showed me, even with their big tits, ain't as firm as this bitch."
"So stop complaining," Mueller told him. "We can use this little cunt as long as we like. I go first. You wait."
Mueller pulled Kimberly down onto the blanket. She could feel the hard wooden floor underneath, and decided there was nothing like a good mattress. She felt the impatient Mueller running his hands over her body, caressing her very softly, intent on getting her aroused. She knew he had that ability, and wanted to enjoy his hands for awhile before Mickey came bursting into the house.
He was lying on his side, pressing her body to his, but with her face slightly above his navel, as if letting her know what he wanted her to do.
Kimberly reached down and let her hand move across his small, skinny organ. What the hell! She was here, and she knew he'd hurt her if she didn't do what he wanted. She might as well make the most of it all until Mickey came.
Her hand continued stroking his cock, making it shudder and leak profusely. In the light of the electric lamp she could see it shudder and tremble.
"Okay, bitch," he snapped. "Slip your lip around that hot cock of mine."
"Must I?" she asked, still putting on an act.
"Come on, you damn cock-teaser. I want to feel that hot, soft, wet mouth of yours. Don't make things tough on the both of us."
She sighed. It was almost a moan. To the two males it conveyed she was unwillingly surrendering to their demands. To Kimberly, it was a sigh of satisfaction, since she enjoyed sucking a penis, even a small one like Mueller's. She noticed he was a bit cleaner in that area than he had been the first time.
His hand reached down and lightly ran across her nipples, and as he touched them Kimberly became aware that they seemed to be the littlest bit larger than when he'd first put hands on her. Her breasts were showing that she was indeed excited, after all.
Raising her head, she turned it for a moment to look into his grey, lackluster eyes. She could see he was determined, which was what she'd expected. But this way, no matter what they said later, they would know she was doing what they asked because they had insisted, and not because she was willing. She remained lying against him like that for a long moment, feeling his hands caress her body, increasing her internal body temperature. Then she shrugged, got up on her knees, her head hovering over his erect penis, and stared down at it. It was small, but that didn't mean he felt things any less. She could see the way lubrication was bubbling out of him, pouring all over his throbbing head, wetting it down and making it shine in the lamplight. Her tongue-tip came out and licked lightly around her own lips, wetting them.
Damn me! She thought, staring at the solid meat pole. I really want to do it. I shouldn't. I should try backing away. I should let them beat me a little. But damn it all, I want to. Winston really has me trained. I love sucking a cock.
She felt her limber, youthful body shuddering as she continued staring at his pulsing pecker. His hard-muscled torso shifted a bit in anticipation, waiting to feel her mouth. Her head was moving closer, and his throbbing cock seemed to be getting larger until it almost totally obscured everything else. And this was all so ridiculous, considering just how small his throbbing cock really was. She reached out and clutched it tightly, almost crushing the staff, making the pinkish head swell as another blister of lubrication came seeping out. It dripped down the glans, onto her fist, though she could see other droplets had found their way to the base of his cock, soaking into matted blond pubic hair.
Once again she looked up and saw how eager he was to have her mouth on his cock. Oh yes, he was almost sitting up, anxiously waiting for the pressure of her lips around his corona.
Once more she sighed, then brushed her blond hair back from her face. Less than an inch separated her lips from his small cock, and she could see how elastic it really looked, expanding and contracting in anxious anticipation. Her hand could feel the heat emanating from his balls.
"Come on," Mueller whispered.
"Suck it, honey. You did it for Jason. You can do it for me."
She felt his palm rest on the nape of her neck, ready to press her head even lower. The shimmering penis was as close as it could be without touching her.
Moaning, Kimberly allowed her head to be brought lower until her flaring, lightly parted lips came into the slightest contact with his burning, throbbing penile tip. And then, without her wanting it to happen, her tongue came licking out to slurp up all the sticky moisture on the head.
Damn! Damn! Damn! The brief taste really started her going. Kimberly felt as if a bolt of lightning had shot through her. She stabbed the point of her tongue into the narrow slit in the hope of pulling out even more of the sticky fluid. And then the flat of her pink tongue was wildly swirling around the hard resilience of his shuddering glans, teasing and tantalizing maddeningly at the ridge of his corona.
Bending the phallic stalk to the side, she began moving her lips and tongue from top to bottom as if she were playing on a harmonica. Her teeth even nibbled lightly on his flesh, making him gasp as the tip of her tongue fluttered wildly, as well.
"Oh man!" Mueller gasped. "The way she's doing it, you'd think she's been doing it for a living. She is great."
"Didn't I tell ya, Larry," Jason Adams said.
Kimberly inhaled the strong fragrance coming from his balls. He could wash forever and not be able to rid himself of a strong masculine scent he had down there. Her lips released his cock and began kissing his two seed-bloated testicles, licking the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum, washing the leathery flesh with her tongue, then sucking one into her mouth, then both. She shifted until she was sitting on his left leg, feeling his knee pressing into her crotch as it tickled her clitoris.
His short, hard cock was a shining spire now, glistening in the battery lamp's light as her saliva made it almost glow. Her lips traveled up along the side of the solid mass of flesh and paused, shaping themselves into a sensuous oval as they touched the tip. Her eyes looked up at his bland face, then she felt his hands gripping her blonde hair, holding her head steady as he forced his thrusting prick upward.
At the last instant she tried to fight what she felt inside by compressing her lips together, locking her jaws in the hope of keeping his penis out of her mouth. But the pressure from his hands on the back of her head was too strong, and as the seething glans pressed against her lips, she felt her mouth slowly open in surrender. Yet the surrender was not to him as much as it was to her own, deep, inner feelings. Her lips parted in hot invitation and she felt the slow intromission of his onion-shaped prick-head, touching her tongue. Odd, how unnatural it felt in her saliva-filled mouth. Winston's cock had been so thick and juicy, and even Mickey's cock had a nice thickness and pressure to it. But his skinny whang seemed like something that had become overripe and shriveled as a result of having been left on the vine too long.
His hands were applying steady, strong pressure to her head, forcing it lower and lower toward the almost white hairs of his pubis. When she gulped, saliva fell from her mouth onto his pelvis, and her nostrils flared as she tried breathing. Looking straight down, she not only saw his blond curls coming closer to her face, but was able to see his pencil-thin penis slowly disappearing between her lips. She could feel the rigid heat coming from the skinny schlong as it pressed its full length into her mouth, just barely reaching her throat. He tried pushing harder, as if he expected he could make her head sink even lower, but he had no more cock to offer.
Had he been someone she liked, Kimberly would have opened her mouth wider and let his balls ride in, as well. She could have fitted them in, provided her gullet would have opened to contain the head of his cock. She had never tried forcing the penial glans into her throat since that first time with Winston. She knew that it would become easier with practice, and that one day she would be able to suck in all of Winston's penis. Until then, she didn't intend to go on practicing until she strangled. Luckily, with Larry Mueller, she didn't have to practice. His short, skinny prick was all the way in.
"Ohhhh, man, what a great mouth you got, blondie," he whispered.
He kept jerking his pelvis upward, encouraging her to keep her lips tightly wrapped around the shuddering shaft.
"Ain't she good?" Adams asked. "Ain't she, Larry?"
Heated air blasted from her twitching nostrils as she exhaled, then inhaled again. She had her jaws clamped so tightly shut she was actually afraid her teeth might cut into his cock. Her short, narrow mouth, for all its smallness, felt cheated because the cock on which she was sucking didn't thoroughly fill her oral cavern.
Under her face, Mueller began to slowly lower and raise his loins, and his urgent pushing and pulling let her know just what it was he expected of her. Her tongue washed hotly against the underside of his throbbing, burning penis as she began steadily moving her mouth up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to get the inside of her mouth to compress around the throbbing cock. All the while the rod of masculine solidity slid in and out between her lips.
Then she began sucking, doing it gently at first, then with greater intensity as she heard him encourage her. In spite of her fighting against her internal feelings, Kimberly couldn't help feeling excited. With one hand she palmed his balls, letting them roll around in their protective sac. She also moaned so her vibrations could be felt in the mottled glans.
To Mueller she was a licentious, erotic spectacle. The sight of her sucked-in cheeks drove him wild as her head continued its bobbing. She could feel her flesh teasing his balls, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he popped his load into her wanton mouth.
Had he been able to shoot a nice bellyful of liquid into her, Kimberly would have eagerly awaited his jism. But she remembered how little he had shot into her the last time. Shit! If and when he ever wanted to make babies, he didn't have enough power to shoot sperm far enough into a woman for it to reach an egg and fertilize it. It would take the seed from his best shot a good four days of arduous wandering before it reached her ovum. And then the seed would be so worn out, it wouldn't have the strength to penetrate the egg and do what it was meant to do. It was just as well. The world would be better off without bullies like lousy Larry Mueller reproducing any of their own kind.
Still, the heat in her belly was slowly increasing, and she wondered if she could attain an orgasm of her own while she was still sucking him.
"Eat it good, blondie," Mueller gasped. "Eat it until I shoot the whole load down your throat."
The whole load, she laughed to herself. Larry Mueller's whole load consisted of less than half a teaspoonful of liquid.
Even so, the mere act of cock sucking had made Kimberly all the hotter. Her head bobbed up and down at a mad pace, as she sighed and moaned with her wet lips still tightly compressed around the reed-like rod on which she was sucking. At, one point the pressure of her lips was so strong, Mueller cried out she was hurting him. Her head moved wildly, from side to side, as her lust-compressed lips sucked maddeningly up and down, almost as if trying to force his tiny spike deeper into her throat. She could hear Mueller moaning and groaning as if from a great distance, and from the tight way his cock shuddered, she was fairly certain he was nearing his orgasm. She could even feel his skinny whang swelling a bit as he slammed his loins furiously toward her face while her golden hair flared out all over his thighs. She felt his hips buck his body up into her face all the more furiously while his hands shoved her head lower and lower. He fucked his thin prong into her mouth without any thought for her. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.
"UUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he roared, and the first little splash of his semen began spurting into her mouth, almost sticking to her throat before it slid down her esophagus. Then little droplets sprayed through her throat again and again as her cheeks hollowed even more strongly, with her jaws sucking feverishly, attempting to drain more spu from his throbbing, shooting cock.
Small cocks like the one Mueller was offering her were made for sucking. Once again she got the overpowering urge to bite and chew. The seed from these small cocks was hardly what one could classify as a meal. Rather the sperm was more like a small aperitif.
She guzzled it all down her throat with lots of room to spare. At least no one would ever be able to accuse Larry Mueller of strangling anyone to death with his cock.
When she had finished, Mueller lay where he was, saying, "Okay, Jason. She's yours."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"C'mere, bitch," Adams snapped, walking over to her. "I'm going to take my time with you this time. Since Larry went ahead and used your mouth, I figure it's time for me to use that hot little pussy of yours."
"You sound like a real nut, you jerk," Kimberly snapped at him. "You're crazy."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Ever since I fell out of that tree while chasing you, I've been crazy to fuck you. Shit! When I chased you up that tree I had a good look at that hot little blonde cooze of yours. I knew I was going to plow into it someday."
"No," Kimberly told him, regaining some of her composure. "I don't like you at all. You wouldn't be any fun."
"Fun? Who cares about whether or not you think I'm fun. What matters is whether or not you're fun for me."
He was already in the process of finally stripping down, and when Kimberly once again saw his whang, even smaller and thinner than Larry Mueller's, it took all her will power not to laugh in his face. She didn't want him slamming the hell out of her. Nor would she give in too readily. After all, she didn't want him finishing with her before Mickey got there.
She tried leaping up from the blanket on the floor, but Adams, now totally naked, tripped her and she fell back down again. Then he was pressing down on top of her, his slavering mouth slurping its way all over her young, naked, exposed body.
"If only you had tits," he told her. "I'd fuck my cock between them every time I get a chance. I dig a chick with a pair like your friend, Angela. More than knockers, they're a real set of boulders."
Adams crushed her body down, letting his hands slide over the sweat-damp contours of her waist and hips. Her golden hair looked like a halo around her head as it splayed out all over the dark blanket beneath her. He was trying to kiss her, and Kimberly thought the idea extremely repulsive. But then, Adams was extremely repulsive. She twisted her head from side to side, but he tangled his fingers in her hair and forced her to remain still while he clamped his mouth on her. She could feel the slimy lance of his tongue eeling its way into her mouth, trying to elicit some response from her own tongue. But there was his musclebound, hard body pressing into hers, and she was already more than a little aroused from having eaten on Mueller's slender wand of cock. Now, as she felt the straw-thin penis of Adams press against her, Kimberly found herself fighting her own internal reactions.
His hands were rubbing her nipples now, pulling on them until they throbbed, almost as if expecting to make her breasts pop out from being yanked.
"So who you kiddin'?" Adams asked. "This ain't the first time we been together. You like being fucked. So I'm going to do you a big favor and fuck you. I'm going to fuck you, hard. I'm going to tug on your nipples until they're stiff, then I'm going to squeeze your asscheeks, and finally I'm going to ram my long, thick dick into your cunt." His long, thick dick? Really! He actually believed he had a large penis. He was a real sickie.
"I can smell your pussy burning from up here. So I'm going to hose it down and put out the fire."
"No-no-no...." Kimberly gasped, most of her words sounding into his open mouth as it covered hers.
She was in heat, and the lousy rat was right. She did want to be fucked. It was merely a question of by whom. She just didn't feel like getting it from Adams. But his rough, crushing hands, running all over her body, were making her more aroused in spite of the primitive way he was handling her.
Beneath the heavy pressure of his weight, the lithe, naked girl writhed and wriggled, straining as if trying hard to escape. But every movement of her body only brought her cock-starved body into closer contact with the skinny penis trying to rub against her. She could feel the throbbing, urgent pulsing flames coming from inside it. And she could sense the way his scrotum sac rubbed against her thighs like gooey clay. Yes, she would allow him to fuck her. She knew that she would have allowed it even if Mickey wasn't coming to rescue her.
Hell! Adams had no idea how much in heat she had lost herself. She was at the point where she would have begged him for it had she not been so busy fighting him off. She was wildly aroused, and had he backed off now, she would have been utterly frustrated.
Yet she continued resisting him, tearing at his flesh with her nails even as he split her thighs wide apart and pushed them back against her budding nipples. Above her, his ugly face leered, his lips stretched back over ugly yellow teeth. While he pressed on the backs of her thighs with one arm, the fingers of his other hand delved into her juicing pussy. He dug mercilessly into her tight, vaginal lips, forcing two dry fingers into her, working them around and around, making her interior stretch, ruthlessly ramming them as far up into her tight passageway as they would go. He had them spinning like the beaters of an electric mixer, until all Kimberly could do was rotate her body in a hopeless attempt to lessen the severity of his pressure. And all the while his thick torso was rocking back and forth, pressing down against her loins, his bones pressing her soft flesh. She could feel his skinny cock rubbing against one of her asscheeks, and it made her shudder all the more violently.
"Stop it, stop it!" she was murmuring, not daring to scream lest Adams take her seriously and stop. But even as she begged him to stop she knew she wanted, more than ever, a good screwing from his cock. She was humping her hot cunt up at his body all the more eagerly, and when he thrust his head between her legs, they scissored tightly around his neck.
"You lousy bitch," he whispered, his fetid breath blowing into her face. "Beg me for it before I fuck the breath right out of you."
"Drop dead!" Kimberly gasped, tightening her calves around his neck.
"Beg!" Adams insisted, and slapped her butt. "Beg!" Another slap.
"Never !"
"BEG!" and this time he hit very hard.
"All right, all right!" she gasped. "Fuck me, FUCK ME!"
"That's more like it," he laughed. "Now, since you want it so bad, you put it in."
His hands still continued touching her body all over. She looked over at Larry Mueller, but he was lying there with his eyes closed, as if fast asleep.
Reaching down, she grabbed Jason's skinny little cock and began bringing it closer to her body. He lay against her thighs, and she could feel his heartbeat through her own flesh.
"Jerk on it, make it harder," he ordered. With her slender fingers she massaged the skinny little organ until his prick was wet and shining with his own wet secretions. Then she rubbed the knob of his shaft all over her widely splayed cunt lips, touching her clitoris again and again. She could feel her pussy lips reaching out and trying to suck it into her. She had to have it all inside her if she was going to get any kind of relief at all. And she needed it inside her, now.
With a gasp she brought the swollen point to her hungering opening and aimed it dead center. She shuddered as she felt his pelvis inch forward a fraction of an inch and he slowly began insinuating his arrow into her willing target. She felt his hands reach under her buttocks and raise them, while she used her ankles around his neck for leverage. He pushed hard, forcing her knees even farther back until they actually framed her face. Her sopping cunt was a wide-open hole, helplessly splayed before the spike of his tiny cock, readied for skewering. She felt his hands grip her shoulders tightly. The smallness of his penis was such that she was afraid he would slip out of her before he had a chance to really stab it in. He wasn't smart enough to gently ease it in, thereby making sure it would definitely go in. He would roughly try ramming it in, as if trying to show off his masculinity. And that would be the reason why it could pop out of her. And if that damn little penis didn't go inside, she'd go screamingly crazy.
Adams held her shoulders tightly, then lunged forward, hard. The mushroom shape of his penis-head was so thin, it sank right into her unresisting hole, sending great ripples of sensation ahead of it, much the way a torpedo sent ripples ahead of itself in the water. He continued slamming in until the skinny tip was as far in as it could go. She heard his thighs smack against her upturned ass cheeks. Then he began grinding his hips circularly.
Kimberly's arms beat at empty air as her calves locked tightly around his neck. Her heels beat on his back and she shuddered, not realizing just how much she had needed to be fucked.
The only trouble was, Adams's cock just wasn't doing the job. It didn't fill her, leaving part of her almost totally empty. Nor did it touch all the walls of her vagina. Hell! It felt thinner than a finger!
He began humping back and forth, overjoyed to have his tiny cock buried in her seething snatch, at last. He moved so quickly there was almost no friction because his leaking penis was oozing as much oil as her tight cunt. Still, he continued lunging into her, burying his cock as deep as he could, each time.
All she could do was lie under him and feel the pressure of his phallus, if his pinky-sized member could be called a phallus, as it attempted to touch one inner wall at a time. Damn! How utterly stupid she felt, with her thighs spread wide for this disgusting imitation of a human being, who was getting his way with her a second time only because of his association with Larry Mueller.
"Damn it!" she yelled. "DAMN IT! Get out of me, I can't stand you. GET OUT!"
"Shut the fuck up," Adams cried, sharply slapping her face.
"I can't stand you," she yelled. "I hate you! Get out, get out, GET OUT!"
"BITCH!" Adams bellowed, and backhanded her across the face, hard. "I told you that I'd get even with you for making me break my arm. I'm going to fuck you until you're just raw, bleeding meat inside."
That'd take forever following forever, Kimberly thought, her head tossing wildly on the blanket, tears forming in her eyes.
She hadn't believed it would be possible for any male to make her cry. Certainly she didn't think Jason Adams, the worst imitation of a human being on the face of the earth, would be the one to bring tears to her eyes. Yet here she was, sniffling and sobbing, lying there helpless.
And then the door to the house was flung open, and six big guys, all around eighteen, came tromping in, all holding flashlights and tire irons.
"See," Kimberly heard Stacey's agitated, high-pitched voice, screeching. "See what I told you-see what they're doing to her!"
A moment after Adams had pulled out of Kimberly, and before Larry Mueller was aware of what was going on, the two were knocked unconscious as the tire irons rose and fell with regularity. Bones cracked and there was blood splashing around as a number cuts were opened.
Stacey was already helping Kimberly into another room where she could dress. By the time she had her clothes on, it was all but over.
She walked back into the bare living room and saw the two lousy muscleheads completely beaten, both unconscious, and each with at least one broken extremity.
"Come on," Mickey said, wrapping an arm around her. "Let's get the hell out of here. I ought to call the cops, but that would mean getting your name smeared all over the papers."
"No," Kimberly said, the tears on her cheeks dry by now. "I think you taught them enough of a lesson. You hit them so fast they had no idea who you were. It's just as well. Not knowing who you are means they won't be able to come after you on some dark night"
"I would have been here sooner," Mickey told her, helping her walk to her house. "But I was in the middle of closing up the gas station when Stacey came by. It was a good thing the guys who work with me were still there."
"I feel kind of embarrassed, what with their looking at me and all," Kimberly muttered.
"Don't worry," Mickey assured her. "They really didn't see much of anything. What you need now is a good night's sleep. Then you and I can kind of get together, later."
"Sure," Kimberly nodded. "Just don't say anything to my folks."
"I won't," he promised.
CHAPTER NINE
Kimberly liked Mickey, and after he had behaved so predictably in coming fast to her rescue, she felt she owed him at least one more shot at her pussy, in addition to the defloration of Angela, her best friend. She felt Stacey was mentally too young to lose her cherry. It might create a fear or trauma somewhere in the back of her mind, and in later life make sex uncomfortable for her. So she decided she would help Mickey pop Angela's cherry.
First, she had to speak to Winston. He seemed to know how to go about achieving anything when it came to sex.
"Well," he told her, after they'd enjoyed a torrid session one late afternoon. "When I was younger I used what was known as an aphrodisiac to get a girl so hot she was willing to do anything I wanted."
"Did it really work?" Kimberly asked, slipping into her pink polo shirt and pink shorts.
"What it did was stimulate and irritate certain sensitive sexual nerves," Winston told her. "The only way to relieve the pressure of the irritation was to have a solid orgasm or two."
"Wow! Where can I get some of that stuff?"
So Kimberly explained about Mueller and Adams, and how she'd been saved by Angela's boy friend. She felt she owed the boy friend a good crack at Angela's pussy. And since Angela was playing the sixty-nine game with him already, it would only be fair for the poor guy to finally get into her. In a way, he was practically a virgin. He had only put his cock into one pussy, and it wasn't even his girlfriend's.
"Just make sure Angela doesn't have any babies as a result of this," Winston told her, getting up and going to the bathroom.
Kimberly followed him and saw him open his medicine chest. He took out a small bottle with a dropper in it, and said, "I haven't used this stuff in years, but I'll bet it hasn't lost any of its potency. Put two drops-and no more than two drops-in something Angela has to drink, and she'll be hot and bothered in less than two hours." So Kimberly took the little bottle home with her. It was Saturday, and her parents were "resting" in their bedroom. Angela had come over, and the two girls had volunteered to make supper. So Kimberly went into the kitchen where her friend was bustling about. She took out two cans of soda, and offered one to Angela. When the dark-haired girl nodded, Kimberly surreptitiously put two drops of the stuff Winston had given her into the drink, then handed it to Angela. Both girls finished their sodas straight from the cans.
Kimberly knew Angela's period had ended two days earlier. There was almost no possibility of her friend conceiving. And she also knew Mickey would be her friend's date that night. Mickey always let her know when he was going out with Angela, so any gossip about town wouldn't take Kimberly by surprise. He didn't want her thinking he was there for her, and her alone.
The next two hours passed slowly enough, with Angela joining the family as they sat down to dinner. Then Kimberly's parents dressed and went out for the evening. Kimberly could see her friend starting to feel the effects of the aphrodisiac.
By the time Mickey came around to call for Angela, the latter was undressed in Kimberly's bedroom, rolling around on the bed like a wild animal. She was totally naked, her body covered with perspiration, and both hands were pressed into the raging center of her anguished cunt.
Kimberly ushered Mickey straight to her bedroom, where they saw Angela all rolled up into a naked ball. She thought, Wow-that stuff is potent, all right!
"She's all yours," Kimberly whispered to the astonished Mickey.
"What the hell's going on here?" Mickey asked.
"Kimberly!!!" Angela screamed.
"What's wrong, Angela?" Kimberly asked, in mock concern, her steady voice a fabulous study of controlled emotion.
Inside, Kimberly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She felt sorry watching her friend in such an distressed state. Yet, if Angela hadn't been such a cock-tease all her life, and had allowed Mickey access to her cunt, not only would Mickey be happier, but Angela would be a lot less frustrated. What she was doing was for Angela's good as well as Mickey's-not to mention her own good.
"Something's wrong," Angela gasped, not feeling embarrassed because Mickey was also standing there. She seemed to know Mickey was the cure for what was happening through her entire body. She felt her tight pussy twitching terribly, as if aching to be filled.
"Can I do anything?" Kimberly asked.
"Something's going on inside me," Angela gasped. "Oh, I feel hot as hell! I feel like I'm burning up. I need ... something...."
"What?" Kimberly asked. "What do you need?"
"Mickey!" she gasped. "I need Mickey."
"I'm here," Mickey said, pleased to see he was needed.
"Strip!" Angela gasped. "Strip and shove that cock of yours into me."
"Angela!" Kimberly said, pretending to be shocked. You're a virgin. Are you asking Mickey to break your hymen?"
"Kimberly, you get out of here," Angela screamed. "This is between Mickey and me. Oh sweet heaven-I need to be fucked!"
"Hey, I'd like to give it to you," Mickey told her. "But you'll start screaming at me afterward about how I conned you into it."
"I won't," Angela gasped. "I ss-swear I won't. A simple tongue-job won't be enough. I need something all the way deep inside me. Please, please, Mickey. Fuck me. I'm begging you."
"Begging?" Mickey said, with his eyebrows raised.
"Well, Mickey," Kimberly shrugged. "You heard her. She's in dire need of your penis. Why don't you just be a nice guy and give it to her."
"And what are you going to do?" Mickey asked.
"I'm going to wait until you've finished with her, and then I have the oddest feeling you'll want to fuck me, too."
"Why is that?" Mickey asked, already starting to remove his clothes.
"Just call it a feeling," Kimberly told him, smiling. "Here, I prepared this cold screwdriver ahead of time. Drink it. It'll give you strength."
And Mickey downed the drink, unaware that there were two drops of aphrodisiac inside. Then he finished undressing.
Kimberly walked over to the bed, knelt down beside her curled-up friend, and said, "Angela, after he gives it to you, is it all right if he screws me, too?"
"Kimberly!!" Angela spat out. "I don't know what you did, but I have the feeling you're responsible for all this."
"Well?" Kimberly asked. "Can I have him afterward, or not?"
"Anything," Angela agreed. "Anything at all. Only let him do something for me now."
"You heard?" Kimberly asked, looking at Mickey.
"I heard," Mickey nodded with a big smile on his face.
He was overjoyed. He was going to get both girls at once, or at least one right after the other.
"Hurry up," Kimberly said to Mickey. "Don't let my best friend suffer this way. She needs relief-spelled P-R-I-C-K."
Now completely undressed, Mickey moved the fleshy contours of his body over to where Angela lay. He looked down at her curled-up self, overjoyed Kimberly had found a way for him to get his cock into a girl with such a great body. He was just as hot for Angela as he'd been for Kimberly, and the fact that she'd been unfuckable until now had made her even more desirable. But now, at last, he was going to squeeze his cock into Angela's hot tunnel!
He'd tasted that cunt often enough. It was time for him to start fucking it. And if he had the strength afterward, there was Kimberly. As far as Mickey was concerned, Kimberly was a still practically a virgin. What had happened with those creeps Mueller and Adams didn't count, and he was unaware of her relationship with Winston Washington. Angela saw she was going to get that relief she had sought for so long, and she uncurled, her body trembling with anxious expectancy. Her hands were still buried in the depths of her tight pussy, and her full, oversized breasts shook as if beckoning Mickey to do anything he wished with her.
Mickey's hands reached out and cupped both swollen tits, palming them lightly. Needle points of delight seemed to rattle through Angela's pores, and the dark-haired girl sighed, trembling as new lusts built up inside her. Something was loose inside her, turning her into a demon for sex, and that something heightened her sensitivity to everything. She could smell Mickey's masculine aroma, drawing her closer to him. She felt his lips kissing hers, and she could taste his mouth, more erotically delicious than ever before. When his fingers manipulated her nipples, vibrant sensations went shooting through her like lightening bolts!
Mickey smiled as he stared at the way she was so willing to accept him. Oh man! Angela had the perfect body. True, even though Kimberly had practically no boobs, her body was just as good, if not really better, but Angela's full, virginal body was so totally wonderful. She had such large, firm, round knockers. And her ass was even rounder than Kimberly's. She had larger haunches, though Kimberly's waist was narrower. Hell! Both girls had bodies designed for fucking, and he was sure going to fuck them both.
His penis wasn't nearly as thick as the older Winston's. True, Angela was probably as tight inside as Kimberly but, since Mickey's penis was more slender, it would do the deflowering a lot less painfully.
Mickey seemed fully aware of Angela's feelings. He knew she had been behaving in a contrary manner, though he couldn't figure out why. At first, he had been tempted to go home and return on a day when Angela was feeling better. But then he rationalized that Angela would never forgive him for backing away from her at a time when she so critically needed him. Whatever it was that was doing this to Angela wasn't creating an artificial atmosphere. Had she not really been all hot and bothered inside even when they sixty-nine'd, no amount of any kind of aphrodisiac would have made her this hot and sexually responsive. What the drug had done-and Mickey could tell from the way she was perspiring that she had been drugged-was bring her inner feelings out, making them reveal themselves.
"Fuck me, Mickey," she was begging, and fuck her he would.
Normally, he would have taken time to play with her, but he could see the state she was in precluded the need for any kind of warm-up. No, what she needed was for him to jam his hard cock all the way up into her willing and ready cunt.
He was already over her, feeling her arms wrap themselves around him and pull him closer. She pulled him so close there was no way he would be able to reach under him and guide his phallus into her seething orifice. He could feel her nails slicing into his back as his chest pressed against the twin mountains of her breasts, the hard nipples all but cutting into him.
Angela shivered with lust, her fingers digging deeply into Mickey's flesh, harshly excavating half-moons into his back. His mouth covered her shoulders and neck, but he was still unable to reach down and guide himself into her. It was damn frustrating.
His pelvis lay pressed into hers, and he could feel the soft gossamer strands of her lower curls tickling him. Man! he wanted to plunge into her.
It was Kimberly who solved his dilemma, standing and walking over to where he lay on top of Angela. She reached down, grabbed his phallus, and slowly guided the quivering head into Angela's tight envelope of cunt.
Angela felt it beginning to push into her. There was pain, though the aphrodisiac heightened the pleasure so much that the pain was something she barely felt. Mickey was grunting, thrusting harder, pushing himself into her all the more deeply.
Since Angela wasn't sports-minded like her friend, her body was hardened from firming exercises, none of which had broken her hymen. When Mickey's plunging cock suddenly slammed against her cherry, the anguish was such that it broke through all the pleasure. But Mickey, already halfway in, was not to be deterred. He shoved hard and fast, and his battering cock broke through the membranous barrier, tearing it to shreds.
Kimberly, watching all the time, saw her friend's virginal blood oozing out of the tight fit of Mickey's cock in her cunt. The worst was over. Angela was already adjusting to the moving penis, slamming her body up and down, scratching her itches against his scraping cock, anxious to receive her first fully vaginal orgasm.
And now that Angela knew Kimberly was watching, later, when she watched Mickey fucking Kimberly, she wouldn't be able to say a word to anyone. Besides, Angela had always been a pretty good friend. There had never been any petty jealousies between them.
Kimberly sat back on the stool, her knees drawn up to her chest and her fingers rubbing her crotch. She stared at the way Angela was responding to the fuck Mickey was throwing into her, and she realized the time had come when she and her friend would be able to share many things.
She was almost as tall as Angela, though Angela wasn't very tall at all. True, they would never be able to share brassieres. Kimberly's pointed little breasts would never equal Angela's in size. But they could exchange Mickey between them. Perhaps Kimberly would find a boy friend of her own, and then they would be able to have foursomes.
Winston was the only one Kimberly fully intended keeping for herself. She had a very special affection for this man who had taken her virginity. He was much too valuable to share with Angela. After all, he wasn't as young or as virile as Mickey. He could only come once or twice each time, and Kimberly wanted to keep his orgasms somewhere inside her own body.
All in all though, it appeared as if life was going to be a lot more interesting from now on. Someone had once said that becoming sexually active was awkward. From what Kimberly could see, there was no awkwardness about it at all. And, for a girl who liked to play games, she had discovered a whole new ball game, and was finding out what the game of life was all about....
