In these days of generally liberated attitudes toward sex, it is rather astonishing to re-examine some of the pronouncements of Sigmund Freud, who is often thought of as the father of modern sexology, and to realize how comparatively narrow-minded and straitlaced the old gentleman was. In one of his early psychoanalytical studies, for instance, he wrote:
"Probably there is no healthy person in whom there does not exist, at some time or other, some kind of supplement to his normal sexual activity, to which we should be justified in giving the name of 'perversity.' "
Freud went on in considerable detail about the activities he would include in this category, and one of them on which he frowned severely was the age-old male habit of admiring well-formed female breasts. This, as we say, comes as quite a shock when we consider how universal this practice is, and how accepted it has become in a society where brassiere ads are an important part of our way of life.
It's true that Freud did soften somewhat by the time he recorded his later studies, when he wrote:
"A preoccupation with thoughts of the female breast would tend to indicate a state of sexual immaturity and emotional insecurity in which the subconscious regresses towards infancy or a return to the womb."
One wonders how Freud would react to a generation brought up on Marilyn Monroe movies and "Little Annie Fanny" comic strips! With his innate conservatism, it's almost certain he would conclude that we have allowed breast fetishism (or breast partialism, to use a more accurate phrase) to be carried to an extreme of breast worship, and highly probable that he would condemn this trend as totally unhealthy.
While it's safe to argue that there are hundreds of thousands of "tit men" in our civilization who are completely sane and healthy in every way, there are other factors that should be considered before we reach a final conclusion. A love of female bosoms has probably never harmed any significant number of human males, but what is the effect of all this mammary popularity and publicity on the females themselves? It is impossible to estimate the number of cases in which it has been detrimental, but there is no doubt that there have been more than a few.
In a new book entitled The Female Breast, marriage counselor Thomas N. Hilton describes the case of a woman who was painfully shy and sensitive because of her overly large breasts, whose problem was compounded because she could only enjoy sexual intercourse when her breasts were being fondled and kissed. Hilton first had to convince this woman that there was "not the slightest stigma of perversion or abnormality" in her condition. Then, he went on, "I suggested that her intended husband was doubly fortunate in that she had a superbly beautiful pair of breasts and that she appreciated having them fondled and caressed. Consider the sad plight of the man who adores his bride's lovely breasts, only to find that she cannot bear to have them touched, kissed or played with."
The woman in this case was of marriageable age, old enough to understand and cope with her problem.
Some time after the wedding, when Hilton asked her if she was happy, she replied, "Divinely so, thanks to your practical advice and our having common sense enough to apply it!" Consider, however, the case of a young girl whose mammary development is overabundant at a very early age. Having this thrust upon her along with all the other problems of early puberty, how will she bear up under her own confusion, the jealousy and taunts of her friends, the attempted passes by males of all ages, and other inevitable unpleasant results?
CHAPTER ONE
Maxine Lester sat among all the other young teen-aged girls waiting to read for parts in the junior high school play. As one girl after the other rose to give her version of the way the lines should be read, Maxine grew more and more excited. Each girl's attempt made Maxine more certain that she had a very good chance to win the lead role. But when there were only two more girls ahead of her, she saw the teacher glance in her direction and make a little frown to herself. Then she tiptoed over to where Maxine was waiting so eagerly and whispered to her.
"Maxine, aren't you in the wrong line?" she asked. "These are the girls trying out for the lead role-for Mary, the daughter in the play. Don't you want to read for the part of-"
Maxine was so anxious she couldn't wait for the teacher to finish. "No, that's the part I want!" she broke in. In her innocence, she had no idea why the teacher thought she was making a mistake.
"But the role of Mary needs to be played as a seventh grader. Remember? Mary's supposed to be just thirteen, her little brother is nine, and her big sister is eighteen. Her uncle and aunt:-" the teacher began, only to be interrupted a second time by the puzzled youngster.
"But I am a seventh grader," she reminded, "and I am thirteen. So that's exactly the right age, isn't it?"
As Maxine spoke, leaning forward eagerly in the chair, her incredibly full young breasts poked even tighter against the thin material of her white cotton school blouse. It was exactly the wrong thing to do, even though she was entirely unconscious of how the slight forward motion called even more attention than usual to her bulging chest.
The display of her ripe young womanhood made the teacher a little nervous. After all, the oversized swellings on the kid's chest were precisely the reason she wasn't right for the part. How could she tell Maxine the truth without embarrassing her?
"Yes," she finally answered, "thirteen is the right age. But you-your appearance is a little more mature than that of the average thirteen-year-old girl, Maxine. You know what I mean. You'd do much better in the role of an older girl. The mother, maybe."
"The mother," exclaimed Maxine. "But that's a dumb part. She hardly gets to say anything the whole time. What do you mean about my appearance? I don't understand."
"Honey," the teacher told her consolingly, "if you played the part of Mary, we'd have to have gown women playing the other parts. Don't you see? You'd look so much older than the other girls that it wouldn't come off right at all." .
Maxine knew very well that her pretty little face was as youthful appearing as the faces of any of her classmates. That couldn't be it. And she wasn't exceptionally tall for her age at all. True, her young figure tended toward the vertical rather than the horizontal. But there were at least three girls she could think of in her class who were two or three inches taller than she Was. It couldn't be that, either. Then with a hot flush of embarrassment, it suddenly began to dawn on her what the teacher was talking about.
"You ... you mean my ..." she began haltingly, waving her hand timidly toward the protruding mounds beneath her blouse. She was too shy to finish her words.
"Yes, dear," answered the teacher, glad to at last have the subject out in the open. "You're a girl who has rather . . . rather an unusual development for her age. It's your breasts I'm speaking of. Look around the room at the other girls in your class that are trying out for the play. There isn't a one of them that has the ... uh ... maturity that you have. See why we can't have you playing the part of Mary?"
Maxine didn't answer but she was thinking hard. Her face was getting red as a beet. And a few of the other girls were beginning to look in her direction to see what was going on between her and the teacher.
"Look here, honey," suggested the teacher, flipping Maxine's pages forward and pointing to a certain section. "Right here would be a good place for you to read for the mother's part. I'm sure you could it well. Want to try out for that role, now?"
By now the eyes of almost all the other girls were on her. She was more than just embarrassed. She was getting angry.
She hopped up from her seat and, on the verge of tears, she cried, "No! I don't want that dumb old part. If you won't even let me try out for the part I want, then I .. I ... I just don't want to be in this stupid play at all!"
She pushed past the teacher and ran down the hall to the girls' rest room. All the way there she was fighting back tears. She knew that although her outburst had been intense and furious, she had kept her voice down. She hoped none of the girls heard what she had said to the teacher. She'd die if they found out what their conversation was about.
To her delight, the rest room was entirely empty. It was between classes and the usual pack of young female combers and primpers was absent. Maxine washed her face with cold water and dried her tears. That made her feel much better. She looked at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was a healthy, pink-cheeked girl with perfect white teeth and a thick mass of bright blonde hair that flowed off her head like molten gold, smooth and shiny as a young television shampoo model. By now the rims of her eyes were just the least bit red, and the clear blueness of the irises was quite evident.
Today she had her hair fixed in a long ponytail that reached halfway down her back. It ought to look like the hair those girls have on television commercials, she thought to herself. I spend enough time on it. She stepped back from the wall mirror and shook her head, making the long blonde ponytail fly like a streamer. She grinned to herself. She knew how far down it would in go front as well as behind. Sometimes in the privacy of her bedroom she divided her long tresses into two equal bunches and let them flow over her shoulders and onto the smooth, resilient flesh of her growing young torso. They were long enough to reach three or four inches past her nipples whenever she did that.
She made a mock-angry face at herself. Maybe that's what she should do all the time-keep her long blonde hair in front so no one could see how big her tits were. She relaxed her face again, putting an end to the clowning. She felt a pang of guilt from thinking, about her tits. She knew very well her mom would thrash her till she cried if she ever heard her use that word out loud. Mom was death on any nasty stuff like that. Maxine thought she would probably punish her for even thinking about her tits if there was any way for her to find out.
Now she smiled at herself, slow and sexy, the way she'd seen women do on television and in the movies. She lifted her hands to the swollen front of her blouse and cupped a palm under each tender mound. She massaged them lightly through the material and felt the firm, smooth skin become damp under her blouse. How could it be that these were responsible for denying her a role in the play? She knew it was terribly naughty to be handling herself like that and looking at herself in the mirror so much, but the new difficulty brought on by her possession of the two hard mounds of flesh forced her to assess them in a new light.
It had been bad enough when they started growing before any of her little friends had even the slightest sign of growth there. But now her precocious physique was actually causing her trouble in school. She was crazy about acting, and now her dumb tits were keeping her from getting the role she wanted. Ever since she had been six or seven, she had wanted to be an actress when she grew up. In grade school she had done great in school plays, but now that she was growing up it was apparently going to be harder for her-just the opposite of what she had thought. It had always seemed to her that she would get to act more and more as she grew up. What a bummer!
She heard the door open and quickly dropped her hands from her breasts. She busied herself with combing her hair as a girl came in and went to one of the commode stalls. Time had gotten away from her. Apparently the last bell had rung and school was dismissed. She heard the girl's clothes rustle as she pulled down her panties and soon heard a tinkle into the water as she relieved herself. In a few seconds the rest room was crammed with junior high girls chattering to each other and combing their hair. Some were kidding others about boys and one little brunette was stuffing her blouse into her miniskirt as far down as it would go.
Maxine knew why she was doing it, too. She was making the blouse fit as tightly as possible so her tits would stick out. And heck, her darned little things weren't any bigger than acorns! Lots of luck, Maxine thought to herself. The brunette would need lots of luck if she wanted a boy to think she had much under there. Then Maxine spotted a couple of girls who had been at the tryout. She was certainly in no mood to talk to any of them at the moment. It would be bad enough having to see them the next day in class and having them ask why she'd dropped out of the tryouts. She headed for the door fast.
On the way home from school she kept to herself and tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Sometimes she walked home with a few of her girl friends, but she didn't feel like it today. As she walked past a parking lot a few blocks from her school, one of the cars suddenly wheeled out, burning rubber. It executed a squealing turn out of the driveway and jolted to a halt beside her.
"Hey, baby," called the driver, "hop in and we'll drop you off at home. A chick as groovy-looking as you shouldn't have to walk!"
She turned in her tracks and looked at the car for a few seconds, too shy to answer. The occupants were all obviously high school boys, and she was only in the seventh grade. In a way she was thrilled, but she was also a little scared. Before she could open her mouth one of the other boys spoke up.
"Hey, man, have you flipped out?" he asked the driver. He didn't mean for Maxine to hear, but she did. "That little chick's still in junior high school. You got rocks in your head or somethin'?"
"The hell if she is," retorted the driver. "Look at that nice pair she's got. No junior high kid's built like that."
He turned his attention back to Maxine. "C'mon, love," he invited. "We'll have you at your door in a flash."
Maxine was already miffed and embarrassed by what she'd heard, and was starting on down the sidewalk. Then the other boy spoke up to the boy driving and finished things off royally for her.
"No lie, man," he laughed, poking the driver in the ribs. "Bob's not fooling. I got a cousin her age that lives over by her house. I've seen her around before. I'm telling you, she's just thirteen, same age as my cousin." Then he laughed. "Shit, my little cousin ain't even raised a damned thing on her chest. But that kid's got knockers like a senior in high school already!"
"Would you believe college?" she heard the second boy chortle as the car screeched away in a cloud of exhaust smoke.
Maxine was so embarrassed she wanted to cry.
They'd acted like she was a . .. was some kind of a freak or something! She looked down at her tightly filled blouse. Oh, there was no doubt at all about what she had under there. It wasn't that the little white blouse was especially revealing. If it had been, her mom would have never let her own it, much less wear it to school. It was just that her burgeoning young tits were so fully packed and sat on her chest so high it was impossible to conceal them.
Darn it, she thought to herself, at least I wear a bra. If Mom would just let me go without one like most of the other girls in my class, there'd really be something to see!
She switched her books into her other hand and frowned. No, that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to become less noticeable, not more so. Then she thought of the full-breasted girls on television, the ones that the guys always fell in love with. They were her idolsand they sure didn't have to be ashamed of how they were built. And the girls in her class .. . She'd caught them sneaking looks at her tits more than once. They tried to conceal it, but it was obvious to Maxine that they were dying to have their bras as full as hers. They never let on, of course, but she knew very well lots of them were jealous.
As she went up the hill toward home she passed by Mr. Jackson's house. He'd been a neighbor to her and her mother for a long time and was more or less a friend of the family. Mom even said he had known her husband-Maxine's daddy-before he died when she was five years old. Mom sure was weird, she reflected. Every year Mr. Jackson gave them some small present at Christmas. When she was younger, her mom used to always say, "Now tell Mr. Jackson 'thank you,' Maxine, and give him a big hug around the neck."
And she had always been delighted to do it. Mr. Jackson was a nice old man, and sort of like a father to her. She enjoyed throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a big hug for the present he'd brought her. But on a Christmas a couple of years before, her mom had discouraged her from doing it. And last Christmas, she was positively angry about it. Maxine gave him the usual hug, and after he was gone her mom said, "That's for little girls to do. You're getting too old for that kind of stuff now. I won't have you falling all over Mr. Jackson like that."
Maxine had been genuinely puzzled by her mother's attitude. Like her mother, she still thought of herself as a "little girl." Maybe she was getting to be a big girl, she decided then, and propositioned her mother.
"Then can I go to the movie by myself?" she innocently asked. "And can I buy my own clothes when we go shopping? Can I-"
But her mother had cut her short with, "Hold on a minute, young lady. You might not be a little girl any more, but you lack a hell of a lot being grown, too. You certainly may not go to movies by yourself or buy your own clothes!"
And Maxine had shrugged her shoulders and given up trying to understand. If she wasn't a little girl any more and wasn't a big girl yet either, then what was she, she wondered? But she knew better than to pose such a question to her mom.
As she dawdled past Mr. Jackson's house, she was deep in thought and barely noticed he had his sprinkler going. The sudden cascade of water droplets over his fence woke her up fast. Some got on her hair and a little even peppered across the front of her blouse and skirt.
"Yikes!" she exclaimed, hopping aside.
Mr. Jackson came walking out from his garage. "Looks like some little miss wasn't looking where she was going," he chided. "Bet you had your mind on one of those boys in your class down at school, didn't you?"
Boys were a subject she never like to discuss with grownups. She was too shy to talk about things like that with anyone except once in a while with some girl her own age.
She protested and said she was just daydreaming, she guessed, about nothing in particular. The feel of the cool water on her skin was actually quite pleasing. It was a hot, sunny day and it felt good to get cooled off a little. Mr. Jackson stood with arms on the picket fence and kept talking to her, but she noticed that he wasn't looking at her as he spoke. Not at her face, anyway, as a person usually does.
"Daydreaming, huh?" he said. "Well it must have been about something awfully important to let you walk into the water like that. Or something awfully secret, one or the other."
She realized his eyes were on her legs and blouse. She glanced down and saw that rivulets of water were running down the smooth bare skin of her shins and knees. She stopped to wipe it off and as she straightened again she felt her breasts stick wetly against the inside of her bra. She pulled her chin in and looked at the front of her blouse. It was so damp it was half transparent! Mr. Jackson could easily see the cups of her bra pushing out from underneath, and maybe even the skin of her naked tummy.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, as much from trying to hide her embarrassment as from surprise. "That thing got me awfully wet. Jeez, I was only under it for a few seconds!"
"Come on into my house," Mr. Jackson offered casually. "You can get dry before you go home, so your mom won't be mad at you. And you can tell me what that 'daydream' of yours was all about."
Maxine almost started to accept. But there was something about the way he was looking at her damp legs and the wet front of her blouse that made her decline his offer. Also, she didn't like the way he kept talking about her daydream. She didn't know what he was driving at, exactly, but somehow it sounded a little dirty. It was dumb, she thought. He sure was getting to be a dumb old man.
She jerked the books she was carrying into her arms so they would cover her wet blouse front and said, "Oh, that's okay, Mr. Jackson. Mom won't be mad. I'll go on home and dry off there." She felt unaccountably nervous and was afraid it was all too obvious in her voice. "I ... I don't even think Mom's home. But thanks. Thanks, anyway! I better dash on home now."
She waved to Mr. Jackson over her shoulder and ran on. She was lying about her mom being gone, but the way he kept wanting her to stay made her think she'd better give a very good reason for wanting to go home. It seemed he was so interested in having her dry off at his house that he might get mad because she wouldn't accept his invitation.
She tossed her books on the couch as she ran in and went to her room. Since her dad had died, things had been a little rough for Maxine and her mom, but at least she had her own room. There are a few girls in her class who didn't even have that. Two or three had to share their rooms with older or younger sisters and one even had to share her bedroom with her nine-year-old brother.
As she stripped off her wet blouse and sat down on her bed to remove her shoes, she noticed that her mom really wasn't home. She hadn't been lying after all. She kicked off the shoes and rubbed the soles of her damp feet together, then headed for the bathroom in her skirt and bra. The water hadn't really done much damage after all, she found. She was far from drenched. The way her blouse had suddenly become almost completely transparent in front of Mr. Jackson had just gotten her a little shook about things.
She undid the hook on the waistband of her skirt and wiggled some until it fell below her hips and dropped to the floor. As she picked it up and tossed it through the open door into her bedroom, she saw a note taped to the bathroom mirror. It was from her mom, and said she had to work late at the department store. Maxine was to tidy up the house and fix her own dinner. There was a short list of things for her to pick up at the neighborhood market.
Maxine was pleased. Being home alone allowed her to do certain things that her mom would have never stood for if she'd been home. She snatched the list from the mirror and jammed it into the pocket of a dress hanging in her closet. The store could wait. She pranced into the living room in her bra and panties, feeling very free now that she had the house to herself for a few hours.
She saw her half-naked body reflected from the mirror in the hall and stopped. She looked at herself closely, as though she were looking at a girl she didn't even know. She was brown as a bear from head to foot, and now that her skirt was off, her long legs could be seen in all their slender beauty.
I got a real good tan last summer, she thought to herself. School had been going on for a couple of months but the glossy tan had stayed with her. She grinned at herself in the mirror.
"Except for right here," she whispered aloud, tugging down the top of her panties a couple of inches. "And right here," she went on, lowering the top of her bra till pink flesh appeared below a straight line of tanned skin. She looked at the way her bra cups pushed out from her chest with the firm pressure of their bountiful contents, then jerked her fingers away from her bra and frowned harshly. Having her attention on her breasts made her recall the trouble at the school tryouts.
"Darn it," she fumed, "why do I have to be such a freak? I loved it when my titties first started to grow, but now it seems like I'd be better off with little bitty ones like the other girls in my class."
She flopped into an overstuffed chair against the wall and kept looking at herself in the mirror, her legs draped sensually over the arm and her spine curved against the plush back. She reached behind her head and began taking off the rubber band that held her ponytail. The motion forced her young mammaries higher and forward, making them appear even larger than they really were.
"Cripes," she said under her breath as she struggled with the rubber band, "it's a good thing they don't look like that all the time. Then the kids at school would never let me forget it."
She tossed her rubber band away and her shoulders were suddenly covered with the thick mass of her long blonde hair. The way she was lying made her panties bunch up at the center and a few stray hairs-as gold in color as the ones on her head-stuck out from the tight leg bands. She put both hands in her hair and played with it, pulling it across her face and peeking from beneath its luxuriant growth. She toyed with the curls, making a moustache for herself and a beard. Finally she drew it down her tanned torso to its full length and looked on proudly as the ends struck her well below the nipples.
She lay back in the big chair and relaxed, letting her long legs slide farther over the arm as she ran her' fingers through the long tresses of her hair. With one hand she reached behind her back and found the clasp to her brassiere. Still watching herself in the mirror, she loosened the clasp and allowed the flimsy garment to slide off the steep slopes of her hard tits. Her nipples came into view, strawberry red in color and obviously beginning to be aroused. Normally they were soft and lower in profile against the surrounding areolas but as she looked on she saw them grow fatter and stick out farther.
"Isn't this silly," she chided herself in a whisper. "How come my things do that whenever I look at myself a lot in my undies?"
For all her precocious physical development, Maxine was a complete virgin. She knew the rudimentary "facts of life," but when it came to personal experience she was green as grass. She didn't yet have the slightest idea of the sweet thrills her lush, hot little body was capable of. But seeing her pubescent curves swell more and more every week was beginning to make her think an awful lot about things. Nasty things she knew her mother would trash her for if she ever found out.
The bra dropped into her lap and one strap settled across the smooth, golden skin of her slender thighs. She took a deep breath, partly out of exasperation about the scene at school with the teacher and partly because the very reason for that scene was staring her right in the face. Now that the bra was all the way off, her two incredibly firm tits stood out from her chest like lush twin peaks in some humid equatorial forest.
The deep breath only made them swell out farther. Alone, in the privacy of her house, she loved to look at herself naked and think dirty thoughts about what a fine, sexy little body she was getting for herself. But at school or in public things were quite different. There she was an object of lewd jokes from older boys and undisguised jealousy from girls in her class. Lately she'd even seen a few high school girls take notice of her as she walked by. They were cooler about it and weren't as open about staring at her ripe little tits, but she knew they were wondering the same thing everyone else seemed to-how could a young seventh grader have such a fine pair on her already?
An idea flashed through her brain. She hadn't measured herself for a while. Now that her mom was gone was the perfect time to do it. She hopped up from the chair, letting her bra slip off her lap to the floor, and skipped barefooted through the house to her mom's sewing machine. She took a measuring tape from the front drawer and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hall.
It's about a month since I took my measurements, she said to herself. Wonder if I'm any bigger.
First she made a mark on the wall at the top of her head and stepped aside to measure it. Still the same, she noted-five feet, four inches. There were a couple of girls in her class a little taller, but they were both string beans with hardly any titties at all. Now for the juicy part of her little project, she thought. She drew the tape around her back and brought it together between the jutting points of her hard little nipples. Wow, now her tits were thirty-five inches! Last time she had done this they were thirty-four.
She did it again to make sure. She even let her breath out and purposefully tried to relax her torso as much as possible. There it was again-thirty-five inches. No doubt about it. Her tits had grown that much in just the last month or so. She quickly dropped the tape to her waist and drew it together at her navel. She smiled. Still just twenty-two inches-she hadn't grown any bigger at all there. Next she measured the fullness of her butt, encircling her panty-covered cheeks and touching the tape together at the widest point. Groovy! She was still just thirty-four inches there. Her tits had overtaken her ass by an inch. She beamed into the mirror and swung her torso from side to side in a saucy little dance.
No wonder the teacher gave me a hard time, she thought to herself. I've gained an inch where it counts just since the time school started!
She performed a few little dance steps to some imaginary music, still gazing into the mirror at her half-naked young body, and was pleased to see that her fat little jugs were firm as nuts on her chest. They didn't even begin to wobble, much less sag-they both just kind of quivered there, the flesh as solid against her moving torso as the muscles in her thighs or upper arms.
She checked the clock and realized she had better get to the store and pick up the groceries. She jumped into a faded little minidress and replaced her bra before zipping it up the back, then plopped onto the floor and put on a pair of her old tennis shoes. As she tied one she noticed in the mirror that she could see up her thighs an awfully long way. This was the dress her mom wanted her to wear only around the house, she remembered. It was entirely too short for public wearing, she had said. The trouble was that Maxine was growing so fast. A few months ago the hem had come down far enough on her thighs for her to be able to wear the dress to school, even. But now her legs had lengthened so that the garment was much more revealing.
"Darn," she muttered to herself, "you can almost see the bottom of my panties. Oh well, I'll just remember not to bend over on the way to the store. Mom isn't home yet, so she won't bawl me out about it."
Maxine went to the store and was glad by the time she got there that it was only a few blocks away. Two different carloads of high school boys had spotted her and yelled things to her. She couldn't make out exactly what was said, but she had a good idea it was something about the way she was walking. It didn't seem to her that she walked any differently from any other girl but every once in a while some stranger would comment on it, she had noticed. The main feeling she got when guys did things like that was one of fright. It happened so often by now that she wasn't as scared as she used to be, but it still made her feel very uneasy.
In another way, deep down, it made her proud. Proud that her growing young body was sexy enough for a boy to notice it. But she was so shy she didn't admit that part to herself without a deep sense of guilt.
In the store she picked up a few things, and the last item was something from the deep freeze. They were almost out of it and she had to reach in way down in the bottom to get it. She felt a breeze across the top of her thighs and the lower part of her butt and was suddenly reminded of the dress she was wearing. When she looked around she saw the manager of the store had been staring straight at her. He coughed and started looking all around the store to keep her from knowing he'd been seeing what she was showing.
She quickly and primly smoothed the dress over her firm little ass and walked to the cash register with her nose in the air. The manager was blushing when she got there. Neither one said a word as he checked her out and she handed him the money. It was especially embarrassing to have to stand there in front of a man she knew darned well had been feasting his eyes on her naked ass, but she managed to show no sign of how she felt. Outside on the way home she almost shuddered from the thought of what had happened. The old creep was old enough to be her grandfather!
Later that night, just before her mom came home from work, one of her classmates called her on the phone. She told Maxine who had got the part in the school play that Maxine had wanted so badly. She was pretty catty about it, too. Maxine hung up the phone and looked down at her full chest. Tears welled up in her eyes If it wasn't for her fat little tits, she would have gotten the part for sure.
By the time her mom got home, Maxine had already gone to bed. She didn't feel like talking. She wasn't asleep, though, Not by a long shot. She lay under the covers, her warm pubescent curves covered by the little nightie her mom made her wear to bed even in the summer, and stroked her tits with light fingers. Thoughts she knew were nasty were flooding her brain, and she couldn't shake them.
The kids at school might think she looked funny because of her big knockers, but there were some people that got entirely different ideas when they looked at her. It made her sweat under her arms to think about just what those other people thought. She was so shy and inexperienced that it made her nervous to consider the idea. Maybe, just maybe, she was old enough to do a few things none of the dumb girls in her class had ever done. Oh, not in years, perhaps. But in certain o lei ways. She traced her fingertips over the warm, taut peaks under the bodice of her nightie and smiled at herself in the dark.
Let them have their old play, she thought. And let all her little friends who were dying to have enough titty for their first training bra just eat their hearts out-the same ones who'd never let on they were jealous of her. If she looked the part, Maxine thought, maybe it was time she started playing the part.
CHAPTER TWO
After school the next day, Maxine took a slightly different way home. She went past the high school and sat down with a book as soon as she got to the big shade tree by the football practice field. Most of the boys were already gone. She would have been afraid to go there, otherwise. She sat down in the short green grass and leaned back against the big tree, her eyes buried in the book. She let her legs lie bare, sensuously across the cool grass. Oh, she didn't spread them wide or anything like that. Her long, slender thighs were touching all the way from her knees to her crotch. And her miniskirt wasn't pulled up a bit. But what was left showing was more than enough to draw admiring glances from one of the boys.
And once he was aware of that much, it was a very short time before he noticed the full swell of her breasts. She never raised her eyes from the book once, but she knew very well he was staring at her. Soon he came up and started talking to her. A strange thing happened. Even though he was at least three years older than her, he seemed tongue-tied and almost as shy as she was. It gave her a warm, nice feeling every time she caught him glancing at her legs-but glancing was all he'd do. She soon left on an excuse, and started on home. She wasn't sure just what should have happened between them but she knew a lot was missing.
As she crossed the street, a car suddenly stopped and a man asked her the way to a street. When she told him, he pulled out a map and said he had been looking for it for so long he was about to give up. Would she possibly be able to hop in the car and lead him there? He'd drive her straight home as soon as she showed him, so she'd get a free ride out of the deal. She hesitated. The man was at least twenty-five, she was sure -ancient! But he was also awfully good-looking. And without trying to hide it very much, his eyes were running up and down her body with obvious approval. He seemed a little nervous at talking to her from the car and kept looking around to see if anyone could see them.
"Well, okay," she finally answered. "I guess it'd be okay."
She slipped in beside him and felt the cool surface of his plastic seat covers on her warm under-thighs. She made a little face.
"What's wrong?" he inquired. "Little cold there for you?"
She felt a pang of shame. It seemed wrong to have a stranger talk about her naked legs like that and be so personal, but it also gave her a thrill to hear the words. She timidly shook her head back and forth and kept her eyes straight ahead. She was half afraid to look him in the eye. Also, she was almost positive his comment had made her face start getting flushed and she didn't want him to see. She directed him to the street, but he drove on without turning back toward her house. She said she had to go home.
"Okay," he said, "don't get shook. I just thought you might like to drop a couple of downers with me. It's the least I can offer you for showing me this street."
She tensed up. Downers-she'd heard of some of the high school girls "dropping" downers but no one she knew ever had. A delicious, scary feeling flowed through her body.
"You are hip to that scene, aren't you?" he said.
A challenge. No doubt about it-here was a chance for her to convince him she was no dumb seventh grader. Or a chance for her to blow it and let him find out how young she really was.
"Oh ... sure," she lied. "What kind you got?"
"Reds," he said. "Here, have a couple."
She was trembling but she mustn't let him see. "Hey, I don't even know your name," she hedged. "You might even be... you might even be a narc, for all I know."
He drove into the park at the end of the street and he answered. "Oh, cagey, huh?" he said approvingly. "Don't worry about that. Here, I'll prove it." He swallowed two of the pills himself, forcing her to accept him as definitely not being a cop. He told her his name was Peter and she told him hers. He laughed and said he was pretty sure she smoked grass and dropped pills, because all the kids at her high school did it.
She felt a rush of pride. He thought she was a high school girl! He had picked her up near the high school, and just took it for granted she was a student there.
"If you can take me home as soon as I have to go, then," she said, holding out her hand. It was all she could do to keep from shaking.
He gave her a big smile. "Sure, love," he assured. "Whenever you want to split, we will."
She swallowed the two pills with no water, forcing them down just like vitamins.
Peter asked her if she had a boyfriend.
"Well," she coyly replied. "Not really. My mom's real strict and won't let me go out much until I-uh, until I'm older. You know, out of school and all." She had almost said, "Until I'm in high school." She had to be careful.
"It's a real drag," she added, sounding as blas� as possible.
"Then you don't get much of this, do you, honey?" he said, drawing her to him and pressing his mouth on hers.
It happened so fast she wasn't even ready for it. The feel of his lips against hers made her heart race. She resisted a little by pulling her head back, but she only did it so he wouldn't know how much she loved the feel of him against her.
"Mmfff," she gasped, "hey, wait a minute . . . you're-"
"I'm what?" he demanded, pulling his face from hers just far enough to talk. "I'm making you feel good, ain't I, baby? That's all. I'll tell you for damned sure you're making me feel hot as a firecracker!"
Now she was getting scared. Things were happening too fast. Yet she couldn't deny the way it made her feel inside to have his mouth on hers. He pressed it on her again, this time opening his lips and letting his tongue snake out. The touch of its tip on the moist smoothness of her young lips was like nothing she had ever felt before. The only time she had ever even been kissed before was a few times at birthday parties by shy little boys her own age.
So far he's just been holding his hands lightly on her shoulders. Now he moved a hand under her arm and she sensed a tantalizing touch of his fingers on the side of her titty as he stretched his arm around her back and pulled her tighter against him. She jerked away with pure reflex. Never had anyone touched her there before ... no one except herself, at night under the covers when no one could know about it.
Peter tongued her lips all the time he was pulling her closer. It was more than she could take. She had to open her mouth. She felt she would burst if she didn't open up and allow the wet, probing tip of it more of what it wanted.
"Ummmmm," she gasped. It was only partly from pleasure. Mostly it was from being scared at what was happening. Now not only his lips and tongue were touching her, but his strong arms and his hard, masculine chest as well. She was deeply ashamed of the feelings he was causing her to have. She felt the sweat running down her smooth sides from her armpits and a strange, restless sensation between her legs under the thin material of her panties.
This is awful, she thought to herself, I can't let him do stuff like this me to! But it ... it-she burned with shame from thinking such nasty thoughts-it feels so good!
He held her so tight he could feel her bra poking against him from inside her blouse.
"I'll be damned," he said, "you got a fucking bra on. How come a groovy chick like you-"
"My mom . . ." she interrupted, ". . . my mom makes me wear it."
She felt terribly embarrassed that he noticed its presence. She knew only square girls wore bras nowadays and it made her feel like some kind of old-fashioned relic to be sporting one.
"I'll fix that for you," Peter whispered into her ear. His heavy breathing sent shudders through her body. "I'll fix that for you right now, Maxine. Come on, lemme in there."
"No," she resisted. "No, no, please don't. I ... I never had myself naked like that before. I never-"
At that moment the door flew open and they both looked up to see a middle-aged man with a scraggly beard and rumpled clothes. He was grinning at them and had large drops of sweat on his forehead.
"Okay, buddy," he said. "Let your little gal out the door, here, and then get your ass out of here. I been watching you two ever since you stopped here."
They froze in terror as he opened his coat and brought out a long, gleaming knife. He seemed calm enough-not as though he was about to use it-but his very appearance was menacing enough to make Peter do what he said.
As he started the engine and watched the man take Maxine's hand and make her get out, he swallowed hard and stared at the big knife the man still brandished.
"I usually just watch you lovebirds that come up here and park," the man said, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrinkled coat sleeve. "But it's even better when you got your windows down where I can hear you. I don't think you know how to handle this little gal, buddy. The way she was talking to you when you tried to feel her up, I think you got a cherry on your hands here."
Maxine shook with fright as she slid out of the car and stood in front of the man. He looked down at her small frame with lecherous eyes and said to Peter, "A girl that ain't never had it from a man needs special attention. Very special. Now get your ass out of here fast and don't come back if you know what's good for you!"
Maxine's heart was thumping with fear. "Peter!" she cried. "Don't leave. Please ... please don't go off and leave me!"
But he showed her what a coward he was with no hesitation. He jammed the car into reverse and raised a cloud of dust, then shot forward down the road as fast as he could go.
Maxine started crying. The man put his hand on her shoulder and pressed gently, urging her to turn around and face him. The lightness of his touch surprised her. Quaking with fright, she shifted her feet on the ground and looked up at her captor with wide eyes.
He motioned her a few yards into the thick cover of some tall trees and then sat down on the ground in front of her, his back against the trunk and his feet wide apart. The dirty way he was looking at her made Maxine sick. Yet there was something about the very directness of his gaze that held an undeniable fascination she didn't even want to acknowledge to herself.
"This scares you, don't it, sweetie!" he said, holding the knife up. "Well, look what I'm gonna do with it."
To her surprise, he threw the sharp weapon as hard as he could through the brush and out of sight.
"I don't want you to be scared," he explained. "That was just for your boyfriend. A girl can't have no fun with a man if she's scared. I ain't gonna hurt you none at all, now. I'm just gonna get into those hot little panties of yours and give you a nice hard cock. Tell me the truth now, you ever had anybody in your pussy before?"
She lowered her face and shook her head silently back and forth. She couldn't look at him when he was talking about such things. But now that the knife was gone she felt much better. Then she realized part of her new calmness must be because of the two reds she had taken. She stood before him with her legs tightly pressed together and her eyes on her shoe tops. Even without looking up, she could feel the pressure of his hot eyes on the swelling curves of her youthful body. Ever since she'd gotten out of the car he'd been zeroed in on the lushness of her fully packed blouse. And now that he was sitting down, she was certain he was peering up her skirt as far as possible at the slim, firm flesh of her thighs. She felt the sweat pour under her arms.
He chuckled obscenely. "I thought you was cherry. You little gals fifteen and sixteen years old usually have your cherry busted, though-how'd a sweet little piece like you go this long without having a rod between your legs?"
Maxine swelled with pride. Even he thought she was a couple of years or so older than she really was. She didn't know if he really expected an answer. She just kept her face to the ground and shuffled her feet nervously in the grass.
"C'mere, sweetie," he commanded. But his voice was not harsh. Thick with growing passion, but still nice. It was almost like he was begging, she thought.
She took a few steps forward and stopped even with his outstretched feet. She was well aware that he could reach out and touch her now, but she knew she was completely powerless to resist. Even without the knife, he loomed as a strong figure who could force her to do whatever dirty things he wanted her to. His manner was calm, but she thought he might really hurt her if she disobeyed him.
"You gals that run around in skirts that short have to expect a man to get horny," he said. "Don't you know when a man sees them fine tits of yours pooching out under your blouse he wants to get his hands on 'em? And that seeing that far up those long, pretty legs makes a man's prick almost bust out of his pants?"
She shivered inside at hearing such language. She had never seem a naked man before in her life, and although she knew quite well what he was talking about it made her blush to hear the words.
He told her to do exactly what he said, that he was going to give her something she'd been wanting for a long time.
"Now raise your skirt, sweetie," he said. "Lemme see what you look like up there where you keep that little thing hid all the time."
Slowly, her hand trembling, Maxine daintily lifted the hem till he could see all the way up to a point just barely below the crotch of her panties. She couldn't bear to go any higher.
"C'mon," he said, his voice impatient. "Higher."
The new note of urgency in his voice made her remember she'd better do everything he said if she knew what was good for her. She did as he told her to do. The crotch of her tight-fitting panties came into view, and without having to be told again she raised the skirt all the way to her waist. Her face burned from the shame. It was bad enough having to show herself off this way. But what made it worse was the fact that she happened to be wearing a pair of plain white cotton panties. She wished she had been wearing her one pair of sheer, grown-up type undies. The pale blue ones with the lace around the leg bands.
Oh, that's awful, she thought to herself. It's dirty for me to think such things. He shouldn't get to see under my dress at all, much less see me in my cutest panties!
"You know what happens when you show yourself off to me like that?" he asked her, his voice oily with insinuation.
She shook her head. She was afraid she knew what he was referring to, but she couldn't stand to think about it.
"Makes me get a stiff cock, that's what. Maybe you ain't never had one in you before, but I knew fucking well you must have seen one. Look at my pants. See that big fat bulge between my legs? I'm gonna show you every damned naked inch of it in a minute, but first I wanna see yours. Take your skirt off," he told her.
She let it slide to the ground after she unzipped it, then stepped out and stood before his eager eyes with nothing but the thin material of her cotton panties covering the swollen mound of her cunt.
For the first time he touched her. He delicately put his forefinger on the center of her panty top and slipped the waistband down a couple of inches. She was beet red now, and she could tell he loved making her that way.
"Got something sweet in there that needs to be played with?" he asked her.
Her reaction surprised even her. The reds were working now and she was feeling almost lethargic. She was still terribly embarrassed about what was happening to her, but her body was beginning to respond more to the animal needs of her untapped erotic desires than to her foggy brain. She looked straight at him and for the first time her expression lost the wild fear she'd been displaying. She pouted. Not a smile-that would have been too much to expect. But a full-lipped, sexy little pout that showed him a slight trace of the youthful passion pent up inside her clothes.
He dragged the front of her panties down to her upper thighs with one deft movement and left the poor youngster with her pretty little secrets completely exposed.
"Goddamn, what a sweet little cunt!" he ejaculated. "You give that thing plenty of attention, I bet, don't you? I bet you frig that thing every night, don't you?"
Maxine honestly had no idea of what he meant. Doing things to yourself was something she hadn't even heard the older girls talk about. She shook her head.
"No," she said, speaking finally after her long silence. The reds had her loosened up now. "I don't know ... what you mean."
He looked at her with glazed eyes. "Shit, honey, you can't fool me. I know damned well you must give this little jewel plenty of finger work at home where nobody can see you."
She looked down at him innocently as he worked his finger into the soft mass of blonde hairs between her legs. When she felt the end of it touch her moist opening, she flinched. And when he looked up at her, she couldn't help keeping a quick little grin from running across her face. She felt horrible for letting herself do such a thing but she couldn't help it. It tickled!
Now he was more aroused than ever. "Sit down, sweetie," he said. "That's the way, put your ass down in the grass there. I can believe you ain't never been fucked before, but I'll be damned if I can swallow it when you tell you ain't never fingered yourself. Don't make no difference, though. I'm sure as hell gonna do it for you."
He grinned at her sickly. "If you don't know how to frig yourself, you're damned well gonna have a sweet time with yourself from now on. And if you do know how, you're gonna see how much better it is to have a man do it for you."
She sat obediently in front of him but kept her thighs together even though his hand was buried in her moist crotch. He made her open up and spread her legs wide. Her panties caught on her knees at first but he soon yanked them to her ankles and off one foot. She sat there with the undergarment dangling off her ankle and found herself staring at the big lump in his pants.
He saw her looking at it and couldn't wait to get it out. He unzipped his fly and the big thing came tumbling out without him even having to put a hand on it.
She caught her breath at the sight of it, all red and pulsing with the head so smooth and shiny. A little cry escaped her lips.
The reaction delighted him. "Take a good look, sweetie," he invited. "What do you think of that? I bet my ass it's bigger'n the ones your boyfriends have, huh?"
She knew he wouldn't believe She'd never seen one. "It... it's so big you'll hurt me," she said. "If you-"
"If I fuck you?" he broke in. "That what you were gonna say?"
He could see by the way she tightened her mouth when he said the word that's what she meant all right, but wasn't about to say it.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Didn't I tell you that?" he reminded her. "Your boyfriend, now ... he's the one that would hurt you. He'd stick his cock in without even getting your pussy warm. I'm gonna make this sweet little twat of yours so damned hot and wet you'll be begging me to slip it in."
Maxine only heard about half of what he was saying. She was so caught up in the excitement between her legs it was taking all her attention. She looked down at the man's hand moving all over her crotch and watched, embarrassed beyond words, as his fingers adroitly passed through her cunt hairs. As soon as he hit the wet meat of her outer lips he told her to lie down on her back. .
"First take off your blouse, though," he added. "Them tits ain't been gettin' no lovin' at all."
With his fingers at work in her pussy, she was already starting to feel a funny, hot sensation deep inside. The idea of letting him see her most proud treasure seemed to make the feeling become even more intense. No boy had ever seen the beautiful sight of her lovely young tits. She wanted to cry with shame at the thought of this old lecher being the first male to ever feast his eyes on them, but he was making her feel so good between the tight, wet lips of her cunt that she didn't even care. .
She unbuttoned the front of the blouse and watched his hot eyes follow every move of her hesitant fingers. She stripped it off and her two fine jugs were covered only by the bursting fabric of her white brassiere. The undergarment was obviously too small for her ample dimensions and the result was a deep cleft of lush cleavage that made his eyes pop.
"Shit, baby," he exclaimed, "it's a damned shame to keep a pair like that trussed up in a fucking bra. You poor little bitch, you must be dying to get 'em out of that fucking harness."
He leaned forward and reached over smooth shoulders with his free hand, found the catch, and fooled with it. He was so anxious to get it loose that he was all thumbs.
"You do it," he commanded. "I want to watch you, anyway. I'd rather see you strip yourself than do it myself."
She reached back and did it. The taut undergarment popped off and her naked tits jumped out like peas from a freshly opened pod. He stared at what she had to offer and pushed her over the rest of the way onto her back. He was still pretty gentle with her, she was glad to find, but now the urgency was plain. She rolled backwards and her thick blonde hair fanned out on the grass under her head.
"What a fucking picture!" he cried, looking down on the girl's nakedness as she sprawled with her sweet young curves defenseless before him. He licked his lips and jerked his pants down to his knees, then lowered himself on top of her with his knees on either side of her smooth, lithe thighs. He supported himself above her so that only his fingers touched her. All the time she'd been taking off her bra and laying down for him, he'd kept them busy at the soft portal of her moist cunt. Now he could feel her getting wetter than ever.
She turned her head from side to side and her eyes were no longer wild, just glazed and half closed from the reds and the finger work she was getting from him. She told herself she had to let him have his way with her, that if she didn't do everything he wanted he might hurt her. But a slowly awakening part of her young body wanted things done to her for entirely different reasons.
His hard cock flopped against the inside of one of her thighs and he saw her face register the touch. Her lush red mouth parted and she let out a breathy little noise. It was more of a gasp than a word, but he picked up on it and his eyes grew bright. He lowered his body and she felt his tattered clothes on the smooth, hard flesh of her stomach. He hadn't even bothered to take off his shirt, yet the feel of him against her was sexier than anything she had ever experienced-clothes or no clothes.
"Like that, sweetie?" he asked. "Like it when you feel my prick on your legs?"
She got her voice. "No," she managed. "I ... I hate it. I can't stand you doing this to me. You're ... oh, gosh, but you're nasty!"
"You lying little cunt," he whispered, his face directly above hers. "You like it so goddamned much you don't know what to do with yourself. Don't you think I can tell?"
"I ... I don't," she repeated. But her voice was weaker. "I really mean it."
Suddenly he took her hand and put it on the fat shaft of his swollen cock. She was shocked to the core. He made her rub her fingers up and down it while he kept up the same action in her cunt. He had her so wet now that he could get two fingers in easy. Sure as shit, she'd been telling the truth. She was cherry as the day she was born. He made sure she had a nice firm grip on his cock, then slowed down his fingers. Gradually he drew them slowly from her tight, moist pussy.
At first she just shifted her ass around on the ground a little. But soon, as his fingers slipped slowly up and out of her sexed-up little slit, she began to move her ass in an up-and-down motion and squeeze her legs together with obvious frustration.
"There, sweetie," he cackled, "now tell me you don't like what I'm doing to this hot little cunt of yours!"
She realized how hot she was to have his fingers back again and turned her head sideways to keep from looking him in the eye. It made her wilt with shame to know how bad she wanted him to start finger-fucking her again-and to know that he also knew it.
"Say it," he demanded of her. "Say it. You know what I mean. Tell me you want it!"
Maxine was torn. If she lied about it, he'd withhold his fingers from her hungry, quivering pussy still longer. And if she admitted the truth, she'd be debasing herself like a sluttish little tramp. She moaned and rolled her blonde head from side to side on the grass. Her mouth opened and closed but she wouldn't speak out loud. Her slender frame twisted beneath him with growing frustration.
She couldn't stand it any longer. "I ... I want ... it," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed.
"Louder!" he boomed. "Tell me what you want, louder. And open your eyes when you talk to me!"
She hated herself for giving in, but her hot little hole was dying to have more loving.
"I want it," she said, raising her voice. "I want it! Oh, yes, I want it ... I do. Can't you do that some more? Please ... I really need for you to. I... please!"
He laughed deep in his throat and said, "Sure I will, you sweet little cunt. That's more like it. I'll give you something even better."
And with that he took her hand from his swollen cock and moved the head slowly along the inside of her sensitive thighs. Though she'd never in her life been under a man before, her budding feminine intuition told her the thing was soon going to wind up at the damp crack of her hot, sweating little pussy. She stiffened her body in shame at the thought of what was going to happen to her ... at what she was wanting to happen to her. But in spite of her feeble attempt to fight the desire building up in her, she felt her thighs part wider and wider as the head of his prick got closer to its goal.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Open up for me ... open up and let me show you what it feels like to have a man fuck you. That what you want? That what you want, baby?"
"Ungh," she grunted. "Ungh!"
"What?" he persisted.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oh, yes!"
The sound of her voice hit her ears as thought another person was doing the talking. She felt the heavy head of his big cock reach the top of her thigh and touch the tender, fleshy mound of the cunt itself. Shamelessly, she worked her young ass closer to it.
"What do you want?" he teased.
"I want ... ungh ... oh, gosh, you know what I want," she pleaded. "Don't ... tease me. I want you to ... put your ... ummm ... your thing-"
"Tell me plain, sweetie," he demanded. "My what? You better tell me what you need, honey, or you ain't gonna get it!"
Her mind was too confused to know that he wanted it as bad as she did, and much more so, really, since she'd never had it before.
It's too nasty, she thought to herself, I can't say it. I just can't. No, I have to. I... I have to!
"Your pe-penis!" she stuttered. "That's what I want." The sweat was pouring off her tits like a flood. "I want your big old penis to-to fuck me. Gosh darn it, I want you to fuck me with it!" she yelled.
The girl's words had him at a fever pitch. He pressed the fat knob of it against the plush folds of her outer lips. Without even pushing forward, he poised his instrument on the brink of her quivering meat and raised himself slightly above her. Maxine began rubbing her naked pussy against it without him saying a word, first slowly and warily, then with undisguised lust.
He slipped his hands under the twin globes of her small, hard ass and clutched her to him. At the same time he socked his whiskery face over one of her big tits and sucked the taut nipple into his wet mouth. That did it. Maxine went crazy.
"Unggggh!" she cried, and raised her naked ass off the ground to meet his thrust.
The old lecher fed it to her quick and deep. She was so hot to have it go deeper that the slight pain of her cherry busting hardly slowed her. She drove her little ass up and down on the hard ground and felt the wonderful stiff meat of his prick plunge into her sweet, tight, virginal little pussy and fill her tender hole with a wad of hot come. She bucked up and down under him and hugged his face tight against her swollen tit.
As she felt his cock go limp inside her she kept slamming her ass against him and crying for more.
"Oh ... oh migosh," she yelled. "Keep doing that, will you? Keep doing that ... please. Oh, fuck me, will you? Fuck me, fuck me, mister ... fuck my pussy!"
He had let himself get much too hot much too fast in spite of his plans to bring her off slow and sweet. Now it was he who had a problem. And Maxine's hungry, screwed-up face told him he needed a solution right away!
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't worry, sweetie," he told her. "My cock may be a little too old to get hard again for you so quick, but I can still bring you off with my fingers."
Maxine strained her sweaty cunt up to meet his hand and he began to make light, rapid motions with his fingers. Before fucking her, he had just fingered her pouting little lips and the inside of her hole. Now he turned all his attention directly to the sensitive sides of her clitoris. She went for it like crazy. He knew she was almost about to come just before he shot off, and he aimed to keep her from losing her steam and having to start all over again.
"Oh ... oooh," she moaned, catching back up to where she was before. He knew she was going to be able to keep herself going.
She huffed and puffed till her face and crotch were covered with sweat but she still was a little bit short. Then it came all at once. The careful touch of his fingertips finally paid off for her. She jerked her ass faster and faster, made little whining noises in her throat, and was rewarded with a short but intense sensation unlike anything she had ever imagined.
Even after it was over her cunt felt somehow fuller and more alive than she had ever experienced. The feeling lasted several minutes. She turned onto, her side and lay breathing slower and slower till she Was back to normal. She felt wetness on her inner thighs and sat up quickly. She was afraid she was bleeding. It was the first time she had actually looked at her pussy since having the man's cock buried in it. She was pleased to discover only the slightest traces of blood. Evidently she had one of those cherries that didn't bleed much.
What she had felt was a slow-running glob of the man's come. It had come from the depths of her not overly long vagina and was just now making its way out. "Yecch!" she said, wrinkling her nose. "I didn't know about this part. I gotta clean myself up."
She grabbed her panties and wiped away at her pussy till it was clean. She could toss them and go home with no panties under her skirt easily enough without anyone knowing. Home! It suddenly struck her that she had been gone at least an hour and a half longer than it took her to get home from school. And wait a minute-where was the old creep who fucked her, anyway? She glanced all around and realized he must have hightailed it while she was recovering from the episode. After all, it was her very first time at such a thing.
And now that it was over, Maxine felt terrible about it. At least she tried to convince herself that's the way she felt. But even as she berated herself for letting herself get in such a fix, her freshly fucked young pussy was still warm and full from the sensation of having a man's cock inside it. She brushed herself off as best she could and, ignoring the warm afterglow that squished between the juicy lips of her cunt, began walking out of the park.
Within an hour she was in sight of her house. All along the way she had felt people's eyes on her as she passed. Even though she had cleaned her clothes up till it was impossible to tell what she'd been doing, she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow people could tell. She crossed her fingers and prayed that her mom's car wouldn't be in the garage. If it was, she had an awful lot of explaining to do. It wasn't. She was saved.
"Whew," she breathed, wiping her brow and dashing inside. "That was close. Now I gotta get out of these clothes and get under the shower." She stripped down, taking care to put her clothes in her own room where she could wash them later herself, then dove under the welcome hot water of the shower. She caught a glance of herself in the bathroom mirror and saw a girl with messed up hair, spots of dirt on her face and arms, and one fat nipple redder and bigger than the other. Even after she closed the curtains, the thought of how the nipple got that way made her blush.
As the water cascaded over her nubile nakedness and she felt it pour over her soft skin, she turned directly facing it and let it flood the junction of her thighs. She cupped her hands under the fat-lipped slit of her pussy and shivered as its temperature made her delicate tissues pulse with new arousal. Maxine was a very clean youngster and always took great pains to wash her pussy out well, but after what had happened there seemed to be more reason than ever. She parted the tight crack and massaged the inner skin of her little hole as far back as she could reach. At first she pretended she was just giving her "nasty place" an unusually thorough cleansing. But pretty soon the pressure of her wet fingertips began making her hot, just like when the old lecher had been playing with her with his fingers.
She jerked her fingers from her pussy. "My gosh," she said aloud to herself, "what am I doing to myself! I better watch it or I'm gonna get all worked up like I did with that old creep in the park."
It dawned on her that what she had almost started doing to herself must be what he meant when he asked her if she ever "played with" herself, and then didn't believe her when she told him she never had. She wondered if other girls ever did such things. She looked down at her big naked, dripping tits. Maybe a girl had to have her titties and pussy hair before she was old enough to play with herself.
Then out of foggy past recollections, she remembered a few vague times in her life when she had accidentally stimulated her young pussy. Once was when she was riding a merry-go-round, once was when she was riding a slender stick horse. It had felt real good when she squeezed it between her legs under her dress, where nothing but her little-girl's panties came between it and her undeveloped cunt.
She stopped herself. Jeez, I must have only been a little kid then, she thought to herself. Seven or eight years old-a long time before I started my titties. That's . . . that's awful! I must be imagining things. Surely I didn't make my pussy hot at that age! And she put the thoughts out of her mind.
As she finished herself, the phone rang. It was Mildred Lester, her mother. She told Maxine she was going out with a man on a date and that she wouldn't be home until pretty late. She asked if Maxine minded fixing dinner for herself. Maxine could hardly answer fast enough. Of course she didn't mind! She was so glad that her mother hadn't been home earlier enough to catch her coming in with her clothes all messed up that she wouldn't have minded anything.
After the call she thought about her mom's dates. For the last few weeks Mildred Lester had been going out more than usual. At first Maxine resented it a little, but she gradually came to like it. For one thing, it gave her time to talk on the phone to girl friends in her class at school. When her mom was home she always made Maxine get off the phone after a few minutes.
Also, she had noticed that her mom always seemed to be in a better mood after her dates with guys. Sometimes it would last for days. A new thought struck her. Could it be that Mom let the guys she went out with do ... do dirty things to her? Did Mom let anyone get her in bed and ... fuck her, Maxine wondered? It had never occurred to her before. She tried to imagine her mom letting a man take off her clothes and putting his hands in certain secret places. She knew that her mother wasn't a bad-looking woman at all, for her age. She was thirty-five, Maxine knew. Maybe guys that old thought her mom was sexy and maybe her mom liked it when-
The phone rang again. This time it was Trudy, one of her best girl friends at school. Trudy, a slim, dark-headed girl in Maxine's class, was the only girl who didn't act catty about Maxine's overly developed tits. In fact-although Trudy's were small like most of the other seventh grade girls--she seemed to think it was super that Maxine had such nice ones. It made her feel good when Trudy would mention, as she sometimes did, that she thought Maxine was real cute and wished hers were as big. The compliment made it a little easier to live with the other girls' envy and jealousy.
They started talking about boys almost at once. Until this year, it seemed the subject never came up between them. Now that's all they talked about. Sometimes they even talked about secret things they both knew they couldn't let their moms hear.
"When I get big I'll let a boy play around some with me, you know," said Trudy over the phone. "But I don't think I'll ever let him do ... everything. It would hurt too much."
"You mean if he went all the way?" Maxine asked. "If he got inside your panties and put it in you?"
"Yeah," said Trudy. "I heard a cousin of mine say it really hurt to have a guy do that to you. And you bleed and everything. It might make the boy feel good, but not the girl."
Maxine was dying to confide that it wasn't nearly as bad as Trudy thought, and that she knew because she had just done it that afternoon. But she didn't dare tell even Trudy that.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "It might not be so bad. I guess you bleed some the first time a boy does it to you, all right. But maybe it doesn't hurt all that much."
She paused and then ventured further. "I bet it would sure feel good to have a boy at least-uh, touch you there," she went on. "You know, just with his fingers maybe, or something like that. Have you ever thought what it would be like?"
Trudy giggled. "Yeah, I've thought about it some," she admitted. "Heck, though, you don't have to worry about having a boy stick his thing in and hurt you if you just want to see what that feels like."
Maxine was surprised. Trudy usually got flustered and changed the subject if they talked about boys in too much detail. She wondered how much Trudy knew.
"What do you mean," followed up Maxine, "have you ever done it-had a boy touch you in the panties?"
Trudy became coy. "No, not that," she said. "But maybe something like it. I'm not saying. Have you?"
Her friend's coyness made Maxine feel better about keeping her own affairs secret. But it made her awfully curious about what Trudy was referring to. Could it be that her classmate did things to herself .. . things like that man had mentioned? Did Trudy maybe play with herself sometimes when in bed or alone in the bathroom?
"Have you ever?" Trudy repeated. Maxine realized she hadn't answered her question yet.
It was her turn to be mysterious. "I might have, or I might not have," she said. "If you're not telling, then I won't either. But what did you mean when you said you might have done 'something like it'? What we were talking about was having a boy . . . uh .. . finger your pussy. Right? What's it like having a boy finger your pussy?"
Trudy was a little shocked at hearing her say a nasty word like pussy, Maxine could tell. They talked about sexy things a lot, but they never used the dirty words. It gave her a kind of thrill to say the word to Trudy, she realized. Made her feel she was more mature than Trudy in other ways besides just having larger titties.
"Boy, if your mom ever heard you say that," criticized Trudy, "I bet you'd be in big trouble. I sure don't ever let my mom hear me say anything like pussy or titty!"
It was the first time she'd ever heard her friend use such words. It sounded sort of exciting to hear them from Trudy's lips, Maxine thought.
"Okay, okay," Maxine agreed. "But they can't hear us now. So answer my question. What do you mean you might have done something like letting a boy finger your pussy?"
But Trudy copped out on her. She said her dad was coming upstairs and she had to hang up.
Hmmmm, thought Maxine after the call, wonder what things Trudy's done? Bet she's never let a guy go all the way like I did-she's too scared of how it might hurt her pussy. Sometime I'll have to find out.
At school the next day, Maxine sat in class feeling very smug. She was almost sure that of all the girls in her class, she was the only one who had become a real woman. Of course she hadn't exactly planned what happened with the old guy in the park-far from it. And maybe those reds she had taken made her relax and enjoy it more than she normally would have, too. Anyway, she no longer wore her cherry around in her panties. She looked idly around the room and thought about every girl there talking about boys all the time while she had done something.
She thought about how if each of her classmates' dresses were to be raised and her panties pulled down, there would be that cherry still stuck prim and tight in the girl's pussy. Well, she thought, since she was the girl with the biggest tits in class it was only fitting that she be the first one to be fucked.
She looked twice at one or two girls. They had a certain sparkle in their eyes that made Maxine think they might possibly have let a boy do things to them too. But she was almost sure they hadn't ever spread their legs for a guy and let him slip his cock in. They might have let a boy feel them up through their undies or maybe let one get a good look at their titties or pussy -but no more. As for the boys, she was absolutely sure that none of them had ever done anything. They were all so dumb. But a few boys in the ninth or tenth grades had done things with girls, she thought. Maybe she'd have to start letting some of them talk to her. There were a few that had tried, that was for sure.
The following Saturday Maxine's mom let her go to a matinee movie by herself. She suspected it was mainly just to get her out of the house so Mildred could entertain her boyfriend there but she didn't care. Anything to get to go alone. Usually Mildred wouldn't let her go unless she went with her.
On the way back home a ninth-grade boy passed her on a motorcycle. She recognized him because he was considered one of the best catches in his class. He had wavy black hair and was tall for his age. When he waved at her as he went by it made her pulse beat a little faster. It was one thing to have some old creep get in your panties-how would it be to have a good-looking guy like Teddy do things to you, she wondered.
When he got to the end of the block he turned and came back. "Hey, wanna ride?" he asked.
For a ninth grader to ask a seventh-grade girl if she wanted a ride was unheard of. Maxine was overjoyed. But she told him what her mom had made her do-she couldn't have anything to do with a boy unless he was in her own grade at school. Older boys were out.
"That's really dumb," commented Teddy. "Heck, the boys in your class are no good for you. I've seen the way they are."
"I didn't think you knew who I was," answered Maxine.
He smiled. "I've noticed you around," he said. "And I've seen those dumb kids in your class tease you. Those boys aren't your speed, you know it? They're okay for most of the chicks in your class, maybe. But not for you, Maxine."
She felt her face flush. If Teddy had heard them teasing her then he knew what they were teasing her about. And at that very moment, the objects of all the teasing were sticking out firmly from her chest, their ample outlines quite visible to Teddy.
She acknowledged his left-handed compliment with a flutter of her long eyelashes. She kept walking, but very slowly. He rode along beside her and kept talking to her. He tried to talk her into taking a ride with him. She told him she thought he only fooled around with girls in his own grade. What did he want to take her on a ride for? She reminded him she was only thirteen and he was fifteen.
"Heck, is that what you're worrying about?" he said. "Then forget it. You look fifteen. There's plenty of chicks in the ninth grade that aren't built nearly as well as you-most of them. Face it, Maxine. You've got what it takes. Especially in certain places."
His words made her warm inside. Her mom wouldn't have to know. She was sure she could get away with it this once. But his insinuating comment barbed her.
"Don't get smart now," she said to him. It made her mad when boys made references to what was inside her brassiere. "Don't tease me about that, Teddy."
"Who's teasing?" he asked. "I think it's groovy you're built so neat like you are."
She stopped walking and he pulled the cycle over beside her. She gave him a small smile. "You don't think my-that I'm built freaky?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" he replied, his eyes on the place where her tits, pushed out the front of her blouse. "Heck no! You just got a headstart on the girls your age, that's all." Then he grinned at her. "Or are you afraid to ride with me? Afraid a ninth grader's too much for you to handle?"
The challenge did it. She hopped on and they were off. He took her to a creek about five miles out of town. As they rode along, she held the strap behind him with her hands for support. He told her to hang on and put her arms around him so she'd be sure and not fall off. But she had a good idea what the real reason was.
"This is okay," she said. She knew she was teasing him, that what he wanted was to feel her jugs pushing into his back as he rode along. It gave her a sense of power to know he wanted something it was up to her to give. Then he told her his steady girl always rode that way.
Maxine surprised him by doing what he asked. She reached her arms around him and clasped her hands together over his stomach. She knew who his steady girl was and knew good and well that the girl didn't have tits as nice as hers.
He turned his head so she could hear him over the wind. "It feels different when she does it," he said.
Maxine knew what he meant. Although she had her arms around his waist, she was being careful not to let her breasts touch his back like he wanted her to. She grinned to herself when he turned back around and hugged him tighter, letting the lush weight of her tits mash against his back. "Does it feel like this when she does it?" she teased.
Teddy felt her hard nipples punching him in the back through her blouse. Hers were easily bigger than his girl friend's. "No, it feels better than when she does," he cried, gunning the motor and turning off the main road. He stopped the cycle by the creek and they got off. That's when he really started getting fresh. He said now that he knew how she felt behind him, he wanted to see how she felt in front of him. He grabbed and pulled her to him. The fat swell of her juicy twins pressed hard against his chest and his face was inches from hers.
"Are those groovy things just strictly for looking at, or do you know what to do with them?" he boldly asked.
She might have slapped his face if he'd been someone else-or if he didn't have his arms around her, already beginning to make her feel willing for more.
"What do you think?" she retorted. She smiled at him, her damp lips only inches below his. "How about you?" she brazenly asked. "Do you know what to do with them, Teddy?"
He dropped his mouth on hers and she received his hard, aggressive lips with a shudder of pleasure. "Ummmm," he said, pulling her even closer.
His mouth was still closed. She opened her lips slightly and exposed the tip end of her tongue flesh. The touch of it against his mouth was like lightning. He met her tongue with his and made sucking noises as he mixed spit with her.
"Over here," he mumbled, taking his lips from hers only long enough to speak. "C'mon, Maxine. Under this tree."
She let him lead her to the spot and allowed him to pull her down beside him. He started kissing her face and neck and working toward the open neck of her peasant blouse. He sneaked a hand under her arm and she felt the pressure of his thumb on her tightly encased tit. When he tried to put his whole hand on it she stopped him.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she demanded. Her voice had less force than she intended. The question had been as much for her as for him, really, even though she was aware of it.
"I think you're the kind of girl who likes to make out, that's all," he said. "And I know darned well you're the kind of chick that gets me hot to trot."
The blood was racing faster in her veins. The closeness of his body and the effect of his good looks were having their effect. When her hand dropped into his lap she tried to pretend it was an accident-even to herself. Teddy had never had a girl do that before. He quickly caught it and forced it down harder. She felt the stiff shaft of his young cock pulsing under his pants.
"No, Teddy," she warned. "Don't make me touch you there!" Deep inside her brain, she very much wanted her hand there to feel not only its shape, but its warm, meaty nakedness. The nastiness of the thought was too much for her to accept responsibility for. She let him keep her hand on the spot.
He wrestled her fingers open and made her keep feeling his hard cock. He was dying to do the same to her. "Even if I do these for you?" he breathlessly asked. "C'mon, you play with mine and I'll play with these."
What he meant were her tits, but she was getting hot enough that she wanted even more than that. It gave her strength to know she was ready for more than he was putting out.
Teddy greedily squeezed his palm over her nipple and massaged her tit through the fabric of her blouse and bra.
Ummm, she thought to herself, that feels super but I ... gosh, I shouldn't be letting him do this. I ... I can't let on how groovy it makes me feel to have him rubbing me there.
He reached into the top of her peasant blouse and ran his hand back and forth across the front of her bra cups.
"Teddy!" she cried.
Her tone made it impossible to tell whether she was protesting or urging him on. He didn't care. It was so great to have his hand inside, he had to have more. He awkwardly stuck his fingers into the top of one of her cups, crazy to have a nice handful of her sweet, soft tit.
Against her will, she felt her hand rubbing the hard outline of his cock. The touch of his fingers inside her brassiere was too much for her to handle. He grabbed his zipper and tore it open.
"Come on, Maxine, play with it, will you?" he gasped. "We won't do any more than that. I promise!"
She was much too ashamed of what was happening to reply in words. Her answer was by hand. She took his prick in her fingers and squeezed it gently for a few seconds, then couldn't hold back any longer. She began masturbating him in earnest, jacking her hand up and down like crazy. Teddy was going wild inside her bra. He crammed his hands under her blouse and undid her bra from behind, then took both firm tits in his palms. He hadn't touched many girls' tits so he was kind of rough with them, but she was so excited it felt good, anyway.
He kept saying, "Oh, wow, this is great. What great boobies you've got. Let me feel 'em up as much as I want, will you? Jeez, I can't get enough of 'em."
But very soon something unexpected happened. The boy's hot blood and inexperience made him unable to hold back the tide of his passion. He began to make little grunts in his throat and before she knew what was happening, he had shot off all over her hand. She looked down in amazement as the thick, white cream rolled down the shaft and the drops on her hand glistened in the sun.
But the worst thing was that he slowed down the action on her tits. He still had hold of them, but he was just sitting there breathing hard and barely feeling them up. Maxine began feeling frustrated awfully fast. She was so hot she needed to get on with the show. And even if she was too embarrassed to say anything about it, her damp tits and her gradually heating little cunt left no doubt about the matter.
The old guy in the park made her think everything was all over after a man shoots off. But she didn't know it was only because of his age. Teddy, at his young age, was able to get another hard-on just minutes later. When she felt it start growing again she was delighted. He mumbled something about being sorry for what he'd done to her hand but she didn't care. She was so glad things weren't finished she didn't know what to do with herself.
She boldly took his hand and placed it on the warm crease of her skirt. When he realized she was offering a feel of her pussy his rod shot back to original size fast. She didn't stop at just letting him have a few feels through the clothes like most girls he knew, either. She wiggled herself under his touch till his hand was higher, almost to the bare skin of her stomach.
"Can I feel in your dress?" he asked, his youthful inexperience highlighted once more.
She lay back against the tree and looked at his naked, come-covered cock with hungry eyes. She wasn't talking, but he took her silence for approval and awkwardly unfastened the waistband of the skirt. When he opened it all the way, Maxine drew her legs apart and he could see she meant for him to do more. His hand trembled and his cock quaked in her hand as he slipped his eager fingers in the top of her panties and felt the damp mass of hair underneath.
She swooned and rubbed her bare tits against him, forcing her blouse up around her neck and acting like a real little slut. He'd never seen a girl his own age act so sexy before, much less a younger one. He was incredibly stimulated by her. When he felt up the center of her hairy little mound, she stretched her thighs still wider apart and moved her ass slowly back and forth against his fingers.
"Oooooh," she moaned. "Oh ... oh ... uuuuum."
Her sounds raised his temperature even higher. He gulped. She was going to let him go all the way. She was going to let him do everything to her. He'd come close with a few girls before but he'd never quite accomplished it. Maxine was offering him his first fuck!
He lay down on her and she wriggled her ass till her skirt was down around her shins. Her tan legs stuck out of her panties and her feet were lost somewhere inside the shucked skirt. She still had his cock in her hand but was being careful this time-she didn't want him to go limp and not be able to keep it in her. She remembered how the old man had done that to her and had to bring her off with his fingers. What she wanted was the red meat of Teddy's prick inside as long as he could keep it hard for her. She took pains not to move her hands much on its shaft, hoping he'd soon cram it in her.
She didn't have long to wait. He played with her cunt with his fingers only a short while before rolling over and covering her slick-lipped little pussy with the head of his cock. She wanted him to frig it for her for a long time first but when she felt it at her wet little door, she wasn't about to refuse it.
"Ummmm," she moaned, feeling the hot glans slip the first half inch inside her.
It wasn't as big as the old park bum's had been but she didn't care at all about the size as long as it stayed stiff for her. When Teddy felt the wet thrill of having the end of his cock completely enclosed in the sweaty vestibule of her cunt, he drove it home with a single strong stroke. He felt the walls of her vagina rush past the shaft, then came back out ready for more.
He jammed it in and out like a hammer handle and she loved it.
Oh, wow, she thought to herself, my pussy's so hot and juicy I must be about to come real quick. Gosh, that feels so good. I just hope he keeps at it till I can make it.
Teddy was huffing and puffing so much she was afraid he would shoot off any second. Then it started for her. She'd only had a prick between her legs once in her life, but there was no mistaking the hot, wet throbbing that preceded her climax. She also found that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She'd managed to keep quiet during the whole thing so far-out of her shame over what she was letting Teddy do to her. Now it was too much to hold back on. She grunted some, moaned a little, then started mouthing off.
"Do it to me, Teddy," she cried, her voice rising. "Oh, darn it, give me all you got!"
He pumped away, the juicy sound of his entry making them both hotter than ever.
"Yes, yes!" she went on. "That's what I ... oh, wow, that's what I need you to do. Ummmmm .. . oh, yeah!"
The girl's words were more than he had expected. The filth she was yelling made him rise higher toward orgasm. "Ummm ... stick it in all the way," she encouraged. "Go ahead and cram my pussy full of it, Teddy. Make me feel it all the way to my asshole, will you? Oh, I need it... I need it!"
He dug his knees into the dirt and rammed his virgin prick into her hot little pussy as fast as he could go.
"You like it, don't you?" he panted. "Damn, you love this, don't you? You're about to get your jollies, ain't you?"
The sweat rolled off her tits and her hard, flat stomach glistened like quicksilver. She gasped and he saw her lips move, but he couldn't hear a word. Her eyes were closed and her neck cords strained as she jerked her ass up and down under him. She was terribly close but needed more to get there. She pushed her fat tit high by arching her back and mumbled, "Suck me, Teddy ... go ahead and suck me. You know I love it... you know I love to feel your cock in my hot pussy." She panted, her breath coming and going like a pint-sized bellows, and arched her tits toward his face.
"Suck you ... suck you good," Teddy repeated, so excited he could barely speak. "Damn right I'll suck your tits for you ... lemme get my mouth on one ... here ... there ... mmmmf!"
His words stopped as he closed his wet mouth on her bursting tit and all she could hear was the wet, muffled sound of him trying to talk with his mouth full. His cock rammed in and out faster and faster and she felt the heat build up in her cunt.
"That's it!" she cried. "Oh, yeah, that's it, Teddy! That's the way to fuck me."
His ass went up and down over her and he shoved himself up and down with his hands on the hard dirt.
The sweet, wet heat she craved flooded into her cunt like a river. "Now," she screamed, "now I'm gonna come! Oh, fuck me good ... fuck me and keep fucking me! I'm nearly there!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Maxine threw her tanned legs around his waist and squeezed his meat like a vice. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me ... fuck me, fuck fuck fuck ... aiieeeeee!" she screamed, reaching her climax at last. Waves of heat flashed through her young cunt like a roaring fire, and she worked her ass up and down for several seconds afterwards from the force of the excitement.
It was only as she lay on her back getting her breath back that she realized Teddy had come when she did. She was so caught up in the intense thrill of her own orgasm that she hadn't even noticed his. She glanced over and saw him sprawled on his back with a big smile on his face. Maxine had no way of telling it was his first fuck, but his expression made it easy to tell how much he enjoyed it. She sneaked a finger down to the warm, slippery surface of her pussy lips and brought it up to her nose. He had shot off in her all right, she found. The exciting scent of spermatozoa was strong on her finger.
She quickly snatched the top of her panties and jerked them back up on her where they belonged. Now that her passion was spent, she felt a deep pang of shame over what she had just finished doing. As quietly as possible, she began adjusting her clothes. She hooked her bra back on and pulled the blouse in place over it, then slipped the skirt up from her ankles and zipped it up. She was combing her hair when Teddy finally looked her way.
"Hey, what gives?" he asked, surprised to find her dressed.
She didn't answer. She just kept combing her long blonde hair, slightly averting her face from his view. When he finally sat up and leaned over to get her attention, he saw that her face was set in a frown.
"I take back what I said about you not knowing what to do with those big boobs of yours," he said, trying to put her back in a good humor.
She whirled facing him and said, "Just keep your mouth shut about my body, will you? You're just like all the other kids-always making fun of my ... my shape!"
Her sudden anger took him by complete surprise.
"Making fun of you?" he protested. "But I wasn't-"
"Don't try to change what you said," she broke in. "And you better not ever tell any of the kids at school what you tricked me into doing, either, smarty!"
The chip on Maxine's shoulder about her tits was still there. Teddy didn't understand what was wrong but it was clear that there was nothing he could do to set things straight. They hopped on his cycle and buzzed back to town.
"Listen," he said as he let her off, "I'd really dig seeing you some other time. How about a date? You name the time."
But she only shook her head without looking at him and slid off the cycle. She headed for her house without even looking back. Teddy simply thought she was mad at him. But the real reason for her strange behavior was that she enjoyed being fucked so much she was embarrassed. The thought of the way she showed off every sexy, naked part of her body made her so ashamed of herself she didn't know what to do. And there, right in front of her, bounced the reason for it all.
These tits may be the best of any girl in my class, she thought to herself, but it sure makes me mad the way everybody makes such a big thing of them. You'd think I didn't even have a pretty face or a nice pair of legs, the way some people act.
At home, her mom wanted to know how the movie was.
"Fine," said Maxine, without elaboration.
"What's all that dirt on your skirt?" her mom asked. "Did you wear a skirt that dirty to the movies?"
Mildred had unwittingly given her daughter an alibi. Maxine was much more willing to cop to that charge than to admit the real reason her skirt was so dirty. She knew very well that if her mother had looked closer, she would have discovered dirt on her panty bottom as well.
"Oh, gee," she replied, "I guess I did. I didn't notice it was that dirty when I took it off the hanger. I'm sorry."
Mildred forgave her, but told her to watch what she wore closer in the future. She said she was going to ask her new boyfriend, Bob, over some night for dinner at their house. She didn't want him to see her daughter wearing dirty clothes.
"Don't worry, Mom," assured Maxine. "I'll be mo careful. And if you bring any friends home, I'll be especially careful about what I'm wearing.
Neither she nor her mother knew how prophetic t" statement was. There was no way for them to know what would happen when Mildred had Bob over for dinner. But plenty happened to Maxine before that night rolled around. Things that her mother would never find out about at all.
A few days later, after school, Maxine called her friend, Trudy, and asked if she could come over and visit. Her mother was working late again at the clothing company office. They could have the whole place to themselves.
"And I've got a surprise," she told Trudy just before hanging up. "Wait till you see." "What is it?" asked Trudy.
"No," Maxine held out, "you have to wait till you get here. Having you see it is part of the surprise."
As soon as Maxine finished talking she headed for her mother's bedroom and went to work on her brainstorm. By the time Trudy got there everything was ready.
When the little brunette knocked at the front door, Maxine opened it and stood before her with a mischievous grin on her face.
Trudy did a double take.
"Come on in," said Maxine. "Don't just stand there on the porch with your mouth open."
Trudy came in and sat down, still gawking at Maxine's outfit. "I barely recognized you all dressed up like that," she finally said. "What's going on?"
"Good," said Maxine. "That's the idea. I'm trying to look different by borrowing a few of Mom's things."
"How come you want to look different?" asked Trudy. "Are you hiding from somebody?"
"No," explained Maxine. "I'm not trying to look like some other person. I'm just trying to-wait, let me ask you a question. How old do I look to you? Tell me the truth."
Trudy eyed her up and down. "You sure do look older than thirteen," she admitted. "More like, like-"
"Yeah, how old?" interrupted Maxine excitedly. "How old would you think I was if you didn't know?"
"Seventeen or eighteen," Trudy replied. "Jeez, maybe even nineteen. You sure do look older than thirteen, that's for sure."
"Great!" cried Maxine. "That's what I'm trying to do-look as old as I can. This is the surprise I was talking about on the phone."
Trudy was looking more closely at Maxine's outfit now that the original shock was over. "Wow," she observed, "you're even wearing pantyhose. I tried to get my mom to buy me some and she said I couldn't wear them until I'm in high school."
Maxine looked down at her legs. She knew darned well the pantyhose made her legs look longer and sexier. She was pleased Trudy noticed the new appearance of her legs. She had thought Trudy would probably notice other things first.
"And how about my minidress?" asked Maxine. "Pretty wild, huh?"
"I'll say," exclaimed Trudy. "It's so short you better not try to wear it to school. It makes your legs look really groovy with those pantyhose and high-heeled shoes. Are they your mom's?"
"Yeah," said Maxine. "We wear the same size shoes. She's taller than me though, so I saved my lunch money and bought the pantyhose on the sly one day."
"I think the main thing that makes you look older is the mascara and make up," Trudy said.
"Is that all?" Maxine said, pushing for compliments.
"Well," giggled Trudy, "something looks awfully strange about your top, too."
"You mean my titties?" Maxine said, enjoying the use of the word in Trudy's company.
"Yeah," the little brunette answered, "your titties." She wanted to show Maxine she wasn't afraid to say the word back. "I know you have a pair of whoppers ... but they always look big. Now they look even bigger."
She stared at Maxine's full blouse front and suddenly hopped up from her chair and playfully ran her hand over it. "You aren't wearing a bra," Trudy exclaimed, "that's what makes them look different."
Maxine had the feeling Trudy kept her hand on the front of her breast a little longer than necessary but she wasn't sure. She forgot about it and walked to the mirror. Looking at herself as Trudy sat back down on the chair, Maxine said, "You aren't just kidding me? You really think I look older?"
"Heck, yes," Trudy replied. "No one would ever know you're just thirteen years old. But you still haven't told me why you did all this? What's going on, anyway?"
That was the part Maxine didn't intend to tell. It was her own secret. "Oh, it's not for any special reason," Maxine lied. "I just wanted to see what I'd look like. Don't you ever play around like this?"
Trudy smiled. "Sometimes," she said. "But I can't make myself look nearly as old as you can."
Although Trudy was much slimmer than her blonde friend and hadn't yet developed much titty flesh, she was easily as tall.
"You probably could if you did a bunch of stuff to yourself like I did," Maxine consoled, not wanting to emphasize the obvious difference in their physical growth.
"No, I couldn't either," grinned Trudy. She was quite aware of the difference but apparently not a bit self-conscious about it. "For a couple of reasons," she continued, pointing at her chest.
Maxine saw the tiny outlines of Trudy's small titties. They were completely normal for her age and suffered in comparison only with Maxine's big ones.
"You'll probably have yours start growing a lot before long," said Maxine, acutely aware once more of her advanced development. "As big as mine."
"I guess so," said Trudy with unconcern. "But I don't care. Mine are big enough. I doubt if they'll ever get as big as yours are, though. Yours are so nice, Maxine ... wow!"
There was a funny tone in her voice, Maxine thought. Well, it wasn't important. She had to get moving and get her plan underway. She told Trudy she had to clean up the house before her mother got home. After Trudy left, she stripped off her mom's clothes and showered. Her head was buzzing with exciting plans. The next day after school she would be ready to put some into action.
She turned down her covers and slid onto the cool sheet. Since boys her age had always teased her about her big tits, she wanted nothing more to do with them. She was setting her sights on a man. Hadn't the guy who picked her up in his car and gave her reds that day thought she was older? And even Teddy said she looked fifteen-he knew her and still said that. Since her tits made her look older than she was, she'd just start being older, she decided. There was no way to make her tits smaller so she would look her true age, so with the help of a little makeup and older clothes she would just do it the other way around She'd palm herself as being as old as her tits made her look like she was.
She was warm under the covers. She hopped out of bed and took off the nightie her mom always made her wear. If she was going to start her secret little dealings after school, she might as well begin feeling older right now. And no grown-up lady forced herself to wear a dumb nightie every night. She slipped back between the sheets with only her panties on and felt much better. Ummm, she thought to herself, feeling this cool sheet across my nipples is groovy.
But the minute the thought entered her head she immediately felt nasty for thinking such a thing. Her tits again. She sighed to herself. Having giant ones at the age of thirteen wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. They were always right in front of her and the two little nipples were forever getting hard and sensitive over the dumbest things. She snuggled her nose into the pillow and went to sleep hugging her arms around the satin-skinned, juicy troublemakers.
She could hardly wait to get out of school the next day. She had already checked with her mom and found that she'd be working late again. She could dress up and strike out like she'd planned. Mom sure was working late an awfully lot lately, she mused. Maybe some of that "work" was really dates with her boyfriend. She didn't care what the reason was as long as she was gone when she needed privacy for dressing and undressing in her grown-up outfit. Having Trudy see her in it had given her even more confidence. She was sure she could pull it off.
As soon as she hit the door of her house, she dashed in and stripped off her school clothes. Her shoes sailed into the corner, her socks went into the clothes hamper and her skirt and blouse were tossed on the bed. She had a second thought and pranced to the bed, her tits jiggling inside her brassiere and her panties sticking damply to her butt, then took the skirt and blouse to her closet. It wouldn't do for her mom to see her clothes lying around like that.
Eagerly she donned the other outfit-pantyhose, short-hemmed minidress, and grown-up looking shoes and blouse. As she applied makeup to her face she felt the smooth flesh of her tits grazing across the inside of the blouse and grinned to herself. It sure felt nice to have them naked and loose under there.
It was early still-just after four in the afternoon. She left the house and set out for the downtown area. She met a few boys her own age and some that looked high school age. Apparently her disguise was working fine. They all looked furtively at her without meeting her eyes and gave her wide berth on the sidewalk. It was plain they thought she was much older. She smiled to herself and headed on. Things were going to work out just great. She would be able to interest a real grown-up if she played her cards right. The question was where to go. She even considered bars but thought that was too risky. She thought a restaurant would be too tame for her purposes.
Then it hit her-the library! She went there and milled around among the magazines for a few minutes. The librarian, a grey-haired woman about fifty, came over and asked, "Could I help you, miss?"
She said, "No thanks, just browsing. I think I'll go to the book section."
Beautiful! Even the librarian had been fooled. She was certain the old battle-axe would never be that nice to a little thirteen-year-old girl. She walked deep into the book stalls. No man yet. The only males she's seen were either her age or younger. Not even any high school or college boys. She saw a book that interested her on the bottom shelf and bent down to examine it. She was poised on the balls of her feet and crouched down to the level of the bottom shelf when she heard a movement in the next aisle. She glanced through the open book stall and saw a man there. He was watching her but when he saw her face turn his way he cleared his throat and looked away. He looked about forty-five, she thought. Just beginning to grey at the temples and very distinguished. Maxine was immediately attracted to him. A few months ago she would have thought of him as a father type-much too old for her. But now that she wasn't a virgin any longer, she thought of him in a completely different way.
He was as old, but much more handsome and well groomed, than the bum in the park who had taken her cherry. I bet he won't make dumb jokes about my tits like the creepy kids at school, Maxine thought to herself. He'll treat me like a woman.
She shifted on her feet and pulled out another book. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the man's eyes on her again. He was being very cagey about looking at her, and for a very good reason. Every time he turned her way, she saw him doing his best to see as much of her legs as possible. And the way she was hunkered down on the balls of her feet with her miniskirt riding high, she knew she was giving him plenty to see. She was very careful to not let him know she saw him looking.
Feigning deep interest in the book she was holding, she nonchalantly pivoted around and let her thighs come a little way apart. She knew darned well she was giving him a good look up her dress then. Even before she moved he was undoubtedly able to see well up the inside of her tightly encased thighs. Now she was pretty sure he could even catch a little flash of her crotch. She saw him lick his lips and put his hand to his collar to loosen it.
He came around to her side of the book stall rather abruptly. As he went by her, she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly against her long hair. She still never looked up. Then he started going through the books on the other side of the aisle and crouched down like she was. He moved along till he reached her and she felt his fingers graze her firm and protruding little ass. He did it in such a way that if she protested he could maintain it was an accident. She not only didn't protest, she settled backwards an inch or so and let him get a better feel.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, speaking as huskily as possible. She was afraid her young voice might give her away.
He was overjoyed she'd spoken. And she was claiming the clandestine touch was her fault! He couldn't respond fast enough-said it was all his fault and made a joke about being clumsy. He told her she seemed awfully intent on the book she was holding and asked her if she was studying chemistry in college.
She swallowed hard. What a dumb book to have selected ! But he thought she was a college girl ... fantastic !
"Oh, no," she replied. "I don't go to college. I ... I'm just here visiting my cousin. I live in another city. This town's so dull I just stopped in here to have something to do."
His eyes lit up. He told her he didn't live there either. He was in town for a business convention. If things were so dull for her, would she enjoy taking a ride with him? They could go to his hotel room and have more fun than in the library.
Her heart beat faster. "I guess so," she said, giving him her sexiest smile. "I don't have to go home--er, meet my cousin for a few hours. If you really want me to."
They left the library and were in his hotel room in twenty minutes. On the way there she hardly talked at all, just sat in the seat beside looking mysterious and making sure he got an nice eyeful of her long tanned legs every once in a while. He told her his name was Joe, which she doubted.
He became much more direct. "Hey listen, don't be offended now-but you're not a pro. are you?"
She wasn't quite sure what that meant. "No, I'm a ... secretary," she said, hoping the answer made sense to him.
He laughed at what he thought was her joke. "If you're a secretary, honey," he told her, "then you must be used to having men look at those pretty legs of yours. I'll tell you one thing. If you were a secretary in my office back home, I'd never get much work done."
She was delighted. It was nice having her legs complimented once in a while instead of her tits. She was sure he had noticed her jugs all right, but for a girl the age he thought she was they didn't stand out as being so enormous.
"Well, you're not at the office now," she said insinuatingly.
He took her lead and then some. He put his hand on her neck and she melted sideways, pushing her warm cheek against his palm. He was so pleased at her acceptance of his overtures that he drew her against him and kissed the top of her head, then fit his free hand over the firm swell of her provocative ass and squeezed.
"Ummmm," she cooed, her warm breath on the front of his shirt. "I didn't know you were going to do things like this. I ... I better leave if I don't want to do something I shouldn't."
Maxine wasn't even half serious about what she said. But the languorous, sexy way she said it made him even more anxious to get his hands on her body. He moved his lips from the thick, sweet-scented blonde tresses and she felt herself being kissed on the temple and cheek. He nibbled on her earlobe and she felt herself get damp under the arms.
"Joe," she purred, "that's not fair. Don't .. . ooooh, don't do that. It makes me too hot."
He darted his tongue in and out the delicate shell of her ear. "No wonder you're too hot, honey. You have too many clothes on. Here, let me take you where it's cooler."
He scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom. The way he was moving his hand all over her ass and thighs made it clear the big drops of sweat on his forehead weren't just from exertion. She let herself go limp.
"Let me tell you something, honey," he rasped as he lay her down on the bed. "You're exactly the kind of girl I like-real petite, but with all the curves in the right places."
She knew he would shit his pants if he knew he was carrying a thirteen-year-old teenager to his bed.
"I guess I take after my dad," she said. "He's not a very big man. I've always been kinda small."
He fell on the bed beside her and she let him kiss her on the mouth. He hugged her trim form tight and ran his hands up down her back as he pressed his big wet lips on the moist rosebud of her mouth. When she opened up and let him feel her tongue he knew he'd gotten into something even better than he'd hoped. She moved herself against him and let him get a good feel of her fat little tits.
"You aren't wearing a damn thing underneath, are you?" he whispered, realizing for the first time she was braless. He had been so intent on seeing up her skirt he hadn't even noticed the most luscious part of her girlish frame.
"Sure I am," she teased, "... my panties."
She knew what he meant but she thought it'd sex him up and convince him even further how grown-up she was.
"Your -panties, huh?" he repeated, his breath coming faster. She could tell he loved to hear her talk about what she wore under her clothes. She had a good idea he'd get even more turned on if she really got dirty and started talking about was inside her clothes.
"Sure, I go without my bra a lot but I always wear panties. If I didn't I'd probably sweat through my skirt on hot days, silly," she said to him, her voice sensually mocking.
He ran his hands over the front of her blouse and her firm tits pushed back like rubber. She let him touch her all he wanted to there and he quickly slipped a hand in her front and made for her tits. When she felt his fingertips at the base of one she wriggled toward him on the bed to absorb as much pleasure from it as possible. She began unbuttoning it and when her hand was on the bottom one she paused.
"If you're feeling me up this much," she said huskily, "you might as well see 'em." She flapped open the garment and exposed the succulence of her big beauties before his transfixed eyes. She dropped her head in shame and mumbled, "You did this, Joe. You're the one that got me so hot in my clothes I had to let you see. I don't usually show myself off to a guy like this."
"Jesus christ, honey," he cried, "don't apologize. Just keep it up. C'mon and let me strip your skirt off too."
She lay on her back in the bed and threw her forearm over her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch him do it. She felt his nervous fingers on the hook of her skirt and then felt him peel it off. She heard other noises and knew he was taking his clothes off.
"Shut the door," she begged him. "Make it darker in here, okay? I don't like to-"
"Oh, one of those gals that likes to do it but gets shook if she sees too much of what's going on?" he asked. "Don't worry, I'll close it. I can see plenty of what you've got to offer even if you don't want to look at me."
He closed the door and came back to the bed. He was just wearing jockey shorts. She could see through her squinted eyes that he had a big lump in the center of them. Now all she wore was her pantyhose and a regular pair of panties underneath. They were plain white cotton, but the sheer, green-colored material of the pantyhose made them look more "mature" than if she'd been dressed in school clothes.
Joe lay on his side by her and turned her toward him. She was loving every minute of it but she could barely stand to admit it to herself, much less to him. He wrapped his arms around her and for the first time she felt the harness of his hairy chest against the complete nakedness of her bare, fat tits. Automatically she stuck her long legs forward and pushed them against his.
He kissed her mouth, still a little too red from the excess lipstick she wore, and began a rocking motion against her. Every time he pushed forward she could sense the stiff end of his cock against the warm mound of flesh between her legs. He took her two nipples in his thumbs and forefingers and caressed them gently and softly. "Like that, honey?" he asked, his voice shaking with desire.
"Yes," she admitted. "Oh, yes!"
"Like this too?" he asked, running one hand down her flat stomach and approaching the waistband of her panties and pantyhose.
"Go lower," she whispered, ashamed of herself for the words. "You're making my tits feel real good. Get in between my legs and play me with there if you want to."
"If I want to?" he repeated. "You just lie there, honey, and I'll show you how much I want to."
When his fingers slipped under the tight elastic band she shuddered and made a little noise in her throat. He could see small drops of sweat starting to pop out on her upper lip.
"Damn," he exclaimed, "you're wearing panties under these pantyhose, aren't you?"
"A girl has to do all she can to deep her pussy covered," she whispered. "Every guy I see on the street looks at me like he wished he could see everything I've got."
"What, baby?" he made her repeat. "Keep what covered up?" Hearing her refer to her own organs had obviously set him off.
"My pussy, darn it," she said again, her young mouth forming the word with petulance. "They never think maybe a girl might not want some guy thinking nasty things about what he'd like to do if he could get her pussy out in the open."
He sank his hand farther between her legs and ran his fingertips through her cunt hairs.
"You like it when I do it, though, don't you?" he teased.
"I'm sure not stopping you from fingering me down there, am I?" she answered. "If I didn't like it I wouldn't let you even see up my dress, much less put your hands in my panties."
He skinned the pantyhose down her slender legs and she could see him gloat over getting to see her naked legs. She still had her eyes shut but she liked to peek at what he was doing to her without letting him know she was seeing so much.
She raised her legs in the air and put her feet together, rubbing them back and forth till her pantyhose dropped off. Watching her put her long, pretty legs to work made Joe's cock swell more even though she was only getting out of her hose. In the back of his mind he was picturing how it would be to have her move like that with his arms around her and his prick sunk between them.
I wonder if he'll notice I don't have too much pussy hair yet, thought Maxine. Everything else passes inspection, but I'm a little shy of having as much hair as an older girl would.
It was true that she didn't have a really full growth there yet, in spite of her precocious tits and her firm little filled-out ass. But there wasn't nearly enough difference for him to notice. And anyhow, the luxuriant softness and clear blonde color of her little muff more than made up for any imagined lack of hairs on it.
She lay under his hot gaze with nothing on but her white cotton panties to interrupt the mellow, tanned expanse of her smooth skin. And inside the front of them, his hand was busy at work. She loved what he was doing to her. He didn't go straight for her slit like both her earlier lovers had done. He fooled around all over the plump swell of her mound, teasing her with the expectation of how it'd be to feel his fingers finally slide into the moist center.
She wiggled her butt in erratic, sensual little circles as he kept it up. He let his fingers go on to the tender warm skin of her upper thighs and traced little designs on their sensitive inner surfaces.
"Like that?" he asked.
She gave a short laugh.
"How about here?" he continued, teasing his fingertips upward toward the pouting, full lips at the center of her soft blonde muff.
"Uh huh," she agreed.
"And here?" he asked.
Now he was touching the bottom of the exposed lips. Soon he would be out of her little grass forest and onto the warm, hairless skin of her fleshy cunt.
"Uh huh" she answered emphatically. "And do my titty more. It's all hard at the nipple now and-"
He lay forward and replaced his titty-rubbing hand with his mouth, causing Maxine to sigh and dig her heels into the bed. With his face buried over her plump tit, she felt safe about opening her eyes. She looked down and watched his hand at work on the glistening slopes of her pussy lips and couldn't wait any longer to have something separate them and press on inside.
She opened her thighs and, with his mouth still going to town on her firm tit, raised her ass off the bed for more contact. He felt her move and granted her, her wish. He knew very well he'd been teasing her for a long time and she was making it clear she wanted to get down to the real thing. At the moment she reached the highest point of her rise, he snaked a finger into the bottom of her tight cunt and heard her grunt.
"Need something in that pussy, don't you?" he teased.
"Gosh, yes!" she exclaimed.
"Something like this, right?" he persisted, giving a little wiggle with the finger.
"That first," she gasped, "but something else in a minute. Are you hard yet?"
"Here it is, honey," he told her. "Feel for yourself. I'm not bashful. Let me see if you know what to do with a cock!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Maxine didn't need much persuasion. She darned near had her fingers around it before he got his lips back on her tit and started sucking again. As soon as she felt the fat knob of his glans in her palm she slid her hand down the smooth shaft to the base. She felt the thick, wiry touch of his thick hairs on the back of her hand.
"Ungh!" he grunted, "That's the way to grab it. Hard enough for you, honey?"
She wanted him to use his mouth on her tits instead of talking so she gingerly slipped her hand up and down a few times and whispered in his ear. "If it's hard enough to bust out of your shorts like this," she said huskily, "it must be hard enough to fill up my pussy."
Joe felt her free hand busy on the fly of his shorts and knew his cock must have flopped out when she touched it. He switched his mouth to her other tit and caught a glance of her fingers working hot and heavy on his prick. Just before grasping the nipple in his hungry lips he egged her on. "Now you're doing me good,' he cried. "You're really giving me a good hand job now, honey. Keep it up and you're going to feel the head of it up your cunt pretty soon."
Maxine spread her legs as wide as they would go an shoved her wet mound higher toward his fingers. He obliged by working his forefinger deep into her hot, horny hole.
She felt his fingertip caress the satiny walls deep inside and gave a gasp. He touched his thumb to the sweet swell of one of her pussy lips and, withdrawing his finger from her vagina, began rubbing the moist morsel between them. He jerked his mouth from her tit and plastered his lips over hers. Her mouth was half parted already and she made no effort to close it. His tongue surged inside and licked her white teeth. She opened up wider and presented her red, hot little tongue for his pleasure. In the new position she could feel the masculine roughness of his curly chest hairs right against her swollen, damp-tipped tits.
"Ooooooh," she wailed.
"You need it, now," he gasped, "don't you, baby?"
She only continued to make a low, moaning noise and push her tits harder into his sweating chest.
"Put your hand on my balls," he said hoarsely.
That was something she'd never done before but she was so excited and was so hot, she was more than willing to do it. She didn't know men liked to have their balls stroked. She already had one hand busy on his prick so she raised the other and gently grasped his hanging sack.
She squeezed too hard and Joe said, "Easy, honey. You're going to have a wad of come on your hand instead of in your cunt if you aren't careful. Go gentle."
She obeyed and he shoved his tongue into her mouth. She met it and made little sucking motions with her tongue. The feel of his big balls inside his hairy sack was strangely exciting to her. She had only done it because he asked her to, but now she was enjoying it too. The knowledge that what she was holding contained the hot come he had for her sent shivers up her cunt. She wanted more than his fingers now.
She scooted up on the bed and brazenly placed the red end of his prick against the top of her thigh. A little more wriggling and she had the bullet-shaped organ tightly pressed to the tender junction at the bottom of her pussy lips. The excitement of feeling her cunt so close was irresistible to him. He removed his finger from her hole and pressed the weight of his cock to her.
She felt the wonderful fatness of it split her little lips apart and threw her legs around his. She dug her naked heels into the backs of his calves and rocked forward for more of his meat. "Uuuungh!" she cried.
"You're going to ... oh God, you're going to have a nice cunt full now, honey," he exclaimed.
"Go ahead," she urged, "give it to me. Gosh darn it, you've got me so hot I need fucking bad!"
He powered his prick in slowly but firmly and heard her groans increase with each inch he fed her. Jesus, but this gal's tight, he thought to himself. If I didn't know better I'd think she never had a man in her before. What a beautiful twat for a man to shoot the meat to!
Joe would have discovered the reason she was such a tight fit if he'd just have looked her over a little more closely. Her makeup, her big tits, and her sexy talk had convinced him she was far from being a kid. If he'd known at the moment that Maxine's cunt was so tight because it-like the rest of her pubescent body-was thirteen years old, he would have been scared so bad his cock would have got soft as a noodle in nothing flat.
She could no longer play like she was too shy to keep her eyes open now. She stared in glazed fascination as he pumped the rod to her and squeezed her tits tighter and tighter with each energetic push. She saw the sweat running down his face and suddenly realized her own heated body was every bit as wet as his. She looked down between them and watched with big eyes as the thick, stiff cock rammed in and out of her cunt. Seeing what went on down there in addition to feeling it was too much for her. She felt herself getting wet as a goose inside her pussy. The temperature soared in her hot little box and she knew the sharp, sweet feeling of getting her rocks off was very close. She buried her face on his shoulder and set the edges of her teeth on his collarbone. Biting him made her feel really stupid, but her cunt was so hot it was practically smoking and she just had to do it.
Instead of yelling for her to quit, Joe only groaned louder and crammed his stiff meat into her box harder and harder. "How's that sweet little cunt now?" he gasped.
"It's hot," she sighed, her young hips pumping. "It's so hot I'm about to ... oh my gosh I'm about-"
"About to get your jollies off?" he lecherously broke in. "That what you're about to do, honey?"
"Oh, yes!" she yelled, gritting her teeth and taking every inch she could get of his hard machine. "Gosh, yes, I am ... ooooh ... ooooooh ... oh, my gosh, you're fucking me good! Ungh .. . ungh ..."
Joe was so near to it himself he could hardly talk. Hearing dirty words from her sweet mouth brought him to the edge of his desire and he grabbed her by the cheeks of the ass and ploughed into her sweating, tight little cunt at double speed.
"Open up and let me have it, honey," he screamed. "Here comes a nice, hot load for you!"
He hit his climax and spewed a thick, milky stream far into the back of her famished pussy. A few more thrusts and he was done for, but Maxine came hot and wet as soon as he shot off. She grabbed him and whimpered low in her throat as she drove her cunt against him a few more times to get the last drop of sperm, then flopped her hands on the bed exhausted and satisfied.
The air conditioner was on in the hotel room and the sensation of its cool output on her hot, sweaty skin was wonderful. She lay still until she was dry, then reached over and placed her hand on his groin. He was still breathing hard. He covered her hand with his but made no further move. He was dog tired but highly gratified by the hot fuck she'd just given him.
After fifteen minutes or so, Maxine began to get horny again. Her little cunt started pulsing like it did sometimes at home just before she dropped off to sleep. She knew if he'd just finger her some, she'd be ready to take him on again. When he rolled onto his side and began nosing around her tits and armpit she thought maybe he was coming. But when she saw his cock stay soft as ever, she lost hope of having it inside her anymore that day.
Joe kissed her a few times and then said, "Lay still, honey. I'm going to go to the bathroom and get a nice, wet, warm towel for your pussy. You just stay there and I'll clean it off for you as slick as a whistle. Don't put your panties back on yet."
But as he got up, he accidentally knocked Maxine's purse off the chair. It spilled open and the first thing that came flying out was her school lunch ticket. He grabbed it up and looked at it hard, then his eyes darted back to her naked body all stretched out on the bed.
"Hennings Junior High School, it says here," he said. His eyes narrowed. "You got a little sister?"
A lump of fear rose in her throat.
"Oh, that little lunch ticket? That's-" she began. She had started to make up some story to explain its presence but he interrupted her before she got started.
"Wait a minute-it's got your name on it too ... Maxine, it says here," he continued.
She sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over her. It was reflex. She wasn't afraid of what he'd see, but what he might find out about her true age.
"Thirteen!" he cried. "This thing says you're thirteen years old! It can't be!"
He ripped the sheet away and stared. In the heat of her passion most of her makeup and mascara had melted and smudged till it was no longer effective. Suddenly he saw her in a new light.
"Jesus Christ," he bellowed. "You're jailbait, aren't you? You're fucking jailbait! Where the hell a girl your age got knockers that big I'll never know, but I'm sure as hell not sticking around to talk about it. What is this, anyway-blackmail? You gonna run tell the cops some old man took you to his hotel room and raped you?"
"No, listen, Joe," she said, "it's nothing like that, really. I... I just couldn't..."
He was already jumping into his clothes. "Never mind, honey," he told her. "I don't know what you're up to, but whatever it is, it won't work. Not with me. I'm flying out of here this very minute. Now get your clothes on. Make it fast, you little prick teaser come on!"
Five minutes later he had pushed her out the door, now fully dressed, and had jumped into the elevator at the opposite end of the hall. Maxine checked the clock in the lobby on her way out. She'd done pretty well. Her mom wouldn't be home for an hour yet. Plenty of time.
As soon as she got home she showered long and lavishly. She shampooed her hair and washed her pussy thoroughly. On a whim she used some shampoo on her pussy hairs. After toweling off she sneaked into her mom's dresser and located a container of feminine hygiene spray. She raised a naked foot to the vanity bench, placed the nozzle between her trim thighs, and shivered as the pleasantly cool fog covered her exposed hairs and pussy.
In bed that night she chastised herself. Darn it, she thought, if it hadn't been for that dumb lunch ticket I would have pulled the whole thing off. But at least I know I can pass for a lot older if I fix myself up just right.
At school the next day she had occasion to smile inwardly on several occasions when she saw girls in her class trying to get the attention of boys in the eighth or ninth grades. They could tease her all they wanted to about her big jugs-while they were doing their darnedest just to get a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy to look at them, she had been with a grown man the night before. A man who thought her tits and legs were as pretty as a college girl's.
She experienced a tingling sensation in the warm crotch of her panties when she let her mind wander over the events of the past few days. It had been less than a week since she lost her cherry, yet she'd had three different guys on top of her. She looked around the school room again, coldly assessing the potential of the other girls. One or two might have tits big enough to attract a boy. But none, she thought, would interest a man like she'd been with. As for the boys, not a one of them would know what to do if a girl stepped out of her panties and lay down in front of him.
That night at the dinner table she had another run-through of the argument she consistently had with her mother.
"But Mom," she pleaded, "I'm almost the only girl in my class that has to wear a dumb bra. Why can't I go without mine like they do?"
Mildred was firm. "That, my darling daughter, is simply because the other girls don't happen to need one as bad as you do. You have to realize, Maxine, that you started developing earlier than most of your little friends. You got a head start on them, and it shows. You should be proud of your breasts, dear, and you should enjoy taking care of them the way a girl should."
"It's not my breasts I'm griping about," retorted Maxine, "it's this dumb harness I have to wear over them."
"You just wait," Mildred predicted. "I'm quite sure that when your classmates have as much need for a brassiere as you, their mothers will most certainly make them wear one. How many times do I have to tell you, now-it's very unladylike for a girl as big as you to go running around flopping all over the place."
That ended the subject. Almost.
"Okay then," grumbled Maxine. "But if I'm gonna have to keep wearing them then I need a couple of new ones. The ones I have now sure are getting tight."
"But I just got you a larger-sized set a couple of months ago," said her mother.
Maxine shrugged her shoulders, "all I know is they're too tight now. Jeez, Mom, they pinch like the dickens when I move around. Sometimes my nipples even-"
"You don't have to be so graphic, dear," said her mother, acid dripping from her tongue. Mildred didn't like to discuss such things any more than necessary. "I'll pick you up some through the office like I always do."
Mildred always got a big discount on clothes of all kinds at the clothing company she worked for. Next day she picked out some things-among them a few brassieres for Maxine-and put the sales slip on her boss' desk to be signed.
Mr. Blevins, a white-haired executive of sixty, signed the slip perfunctorily and slid it back toward Mildred. Then he looked up and peered at the slip again.
"These ... uh, under things, Mrs. Lester," he said hesitantly. "You better check the boxes they came in. This slip says they're all size thirty-four, C cup."
"That's right," she said. "They're for my daughter."
"Oh?" he said, removing his glasses and wiping them with a tissue. "But I thought you only had the one daughter ... the little girl I saw at the company Christmas party a couple of years ago. You have an older girl too?"
Mildred smiled. "No, Mr. Blevins," she said. "Maxine's my only daughter. You wouldn't quite call her a little girl anymore, though. She'd really be insulted if anyone said that within earshot of her. She's shooting up awfully fast now. You know how girls are at that age."
"Hmm ... yes," said Mr. Blevins.
Mildred took her new purchases home at quitting time and promptly forgot the conversation with Mr. Blevins. But he didn't forget it. Although Mildred would have been shocked to discover her employer's secret, Mr. Blevins was a man who had much more than a passing interest in girls. It wasn't that he was the type to chase his secretary around the desk at lunch time. If that had been the case, Mildred would have heard it through the office grapevine. Mr. Blevins had darker, more secret desires than that. His preference in females ran to very young girls.
The next day he called Mildred into his office and told her it was getting to be the time of year when the company needed to start shooting artwork and still shots for their annual catalog. He mentioned, as casually as possible, that he believed there might be an opening for a young lady about her daughter's age.
"What's her name again?" he inquired. He knew very well what it was. He had been running the name through his dirty mind the night before like a prayer. But he had to maintain a completely business-type facade to cover his real purposes.
Mildred told him her name and he said that if she was interested, Maxine could pick up a pretty good fee for just a few hours' work a week. Mildred was immediately interested. The family budget was always a little strapped.
"Of course she'd have to drop by the office and have a few test shots taken to make sure she's suitable," he added. "But she's in the right age bracket."
He almost made a big mistake.
"Oh, then I'm afraid she wouldn't work out," objected Mildred. "She's rather . . . well, more developed than most girls her age."
"Oh, size bracket, I meant to say," Mr. Blevins quickly said. "Heh heh . . . what a silly error. I meant to say your Maxine is in the right size bracket."
"Then I'll bring her by whenever you say," Mildred said. She was thankful he'd made a slip of the tongue. She had already seen the extra money flying out the window.
"Fine, fine," said Mr. Blevins. "You can bring her by on Friday afternoon. Oh, one thing more, Mrs. Lester. Your daughter isn't especially shy or introverted, is she? You see, a few of the panels we'll need her to model for are, uh . . . lingerie shots. Those pay somewhat more than the regular ensemble pictures, of course."
Mildred had visions of greenbacks streaming through her head. "Oh, no I don't think there'll be any problem with shyness. Why, she's .. . she's a regular little flirt, ha ha."
If Mildred had had any idea what the old lecher's intentions were, she would never have resorted so lightly to that particular exaggeration.
"Yes, yes," Mr. Blevins said, his cock swelling inside his pants. "Well, then, plan to drop her off Friday afternoon after she gets out of school. You'll be excused from your job early, of course, to go and get her."
"Drop her off?" repeated Mildred.
"Yes," said Mr. Blevins. "The photographers always insist that any relatives not remain with the models. Often makes them nervous. You know how it is."
Their little meeting ended with great expectations for both parties. Mildred went away imagining money rolling into the family till and Mr. Blevins went away imagining the succulent delights that awaited him inside the daughter's clothes. At least he could work it where he'd get to see what was underneath that size thirty-four C brassiere that Mildred had bought for the girl and undoubtedly what was underneath the girl's panties too, if he handled things right. He felt his shriveled old cock swell. Maybe, with any luck--no, he couldn't even let himself dwell on thoughts of getting to touch what was under there. But if 'there was any way in hell possible ...
Mildred had a date that night so she called Maxine and told her to fix dinner for herself.
Groovy, thought Maxine, hanging up the phone. I can always have more fun when mom's not around. She didn't want to risk dressing up and playing her little games with older men too many nights so close together, so she settled down for a long evening of TV watching. She dashed to the refrigerator. No cold drinks at all. She'd have to get some from the grocery. She picked them up and on the way back found herself getting sprinkled again by Mr. Jackson's lawn hose. He came running out.
"My goodness, honey," he exclaimed. "Did that damned thing spray you again? I'm terribly sorry." He reached over the white picket fence and started drying her off before she knew what was going on.
"Oh, that's okay," she said to him, "it wasn't much. You don't have to bother with-"
"Now now," he cautioned. "I wouldn't want you to get a cold over this damned thing."
His hands were already rubbing the towel all over her back and sides. He patted it over her bright blonde hair and then, without a pause, started rubbing her shoulders and the fully packed front of her blouse. If the way he was rubbing her had anything to do with how wet she was, she thought, then her tits must have been drenched. He certainly seemed to be doing a very thorough job on that part of her anatomy.
"Just a minute, Maxine," he said. "I couldn't let you go home with your dress all wet from my sprinkler."
But what she was feeling and thinking about was the way he was touching her. "No, really, Mr. Jackson," she protested. "It's okay. I just got a little on my blouse. I won't get a-"
"Please, now," he begged her. "I really should watch this thing much better than I do. If you came down sick from this I'd feel terrible. What would I tell your mother if-"
"But it's nothing, Mr. Jackson," she insisted. "All it did was-"
"You got some of your clothes very wet," he pointed out. "And it even looks like you got your underclothes damp. Just let me . . . dry you off some, here . . . there -isn't that better?"
Maxine didn't know what to say. He was sounding so nice but acting so bad. Practically every time he touched her it was directly on the plump tips of her tits. And the slightly moist condition of her skin made for a few feelings she wished she didn't have to confront.
She took a step backwards, raising her grocery sack in front of her to show him how much in a hurry she was. "Mom needs this stuff real fast," she lied to him. "She's cooking and waiting for this. I have to go. The water's okay, really. Thanks, Mr. Jackson," She turned and made a bee line for her house.
"Okay, honey," he called behind her, still standing where she'd left him on the sidewalk. "But get those clothes off when you get home and get into something dry."
Maxine got home and made herself some dinner, then flipped the TV set on. She glanced down at her damp blouse. It did feel kind of icky from the sprinkling. She might as well change into something, even though she had laughed about Mr. Jackson's suggestion on the way home.
She stretched her arms in the air and drew the thing off over her head. Its damp fabric stuck to the moist surface of her curves as it came off. First the flat firmness of her stomach came into view, with the dimple of her navel in the center. Then the white cups of her bra were revealed. The plump skin squeezed together above reminded her again of her need for the larger-sized bra Mom was supposed to bring her from work.
She grinned to herself in the mirror. It made her feel proud to see the smooth swells of her curvaceous body being revealed from underneath her clothes.
She tossed the damp blouse away and thought of Mr. Jackson's words to her. How come she'd never noticed how horny he was before, she wondered? He'd paid an awfully lot of attention to her every time she came past his house for the last couple of years, but it hadn't really dawned on her that he had a sexual thing going for her. It sure had been obvious a few minutes before.
He couldn't keep his hands off me, she thought to herself. And the way he kept talking about my wet blouse, I'll bet he was thinking what it'd be like to see it off She glanced sideways at the mirror again. She giggled to herself. He'd probably freak out if he ever had a chance to see her like this, she was convinced.
At Mr. Jackson's house, at that very moment, he was doing more than just think about her. That kid's gonna drive me nuts, he thought to himself, the way she walks by here all the time with those sweet knockers busting through her clothes. If her mom wasn't home right now, I'd call her up and at least get to hear that sexy little voice of hers for a few minutes. His penis was hard inside his pants just from thinking about her. He'd give it a try anyway.
When the phone at the Lester house rang, Maxine was still in the middle of changing her clothes. She reached for the phone, her brassiere unhooked and dangling off her shoulders, and heard a very businesslike voice ask for her mother. She said she wasn't home and asked if she could take a message for her.
The little bitch, Mr. Jackson thought to himself on the other end of the line. She was lying about her mom being home cooking and waiting for her. She must have known fucking well I was getting kicks out of feeling up those wet jugs of hers!
Now that he had her on the line he had to think fast. He told her since her mother wasn't home, he would speak to her-that he was calling about her anyway. He said he represented a movie studio that was looking for young talent. That did it. Maxine had long nursed a secret dream of being an actress some day. He said her name had been recommended for possible testing.
"Wow, really?" she asked. She couldn't believe it. She told him she loved acting but wondered where he'd got her name since she hadn't even been in the school play. He was vague but convincing, telling her his office maintained big files that included even those youngsters who did nothing more than try out for plays. She was hooked.
"If you don't mind answering a few personal questions about yourself, I'll jot down the information over the phone," he told her. He was glad that he'd talked enough to her-especially on the telephone-for her to be able to recognize his true identity as the lecher down the street.
"Sure!" she exclaimed. "Just a minute, though. You kind of caught me in the middle of something."
"Dinner?" asked Mr. Jackson.
"No, I was just changing my clothes if you want to know the truth!" she giggled.
"Don't let me disturb you, then," he answered, his brain charged with the picture of Maxine with half her clothes off and getting more naked by the minute. "Can't you just hold the phone and keep talking to me while you finish?"
"I ... I guess so," she innocently replied. A thrill ran down her backbone. Talking to a man while she took her clothes off made her feel nasty even though he couldn't see over the phone. But it was the kind Of nastiness she secretly craved. r
CHAPTER SIX
"Just a minute," she said to him. "My darn bra strap's tangled behind my back."
Mr. Jackson felt his cock grow. "That's okay," he answered, his voice quavering a little, "you just go right ahead and tend to it." He tried to make a joke. "Some of you young girls don't wear those things anymore these days, do you? Ha ha ... guess it's a little easier to get in and out of your clothes when you don't have to worry about things like bra straps, huh?"
"Oh, it's not too much trouble," she answered. "Mon. ... uh, my mother, Mrs. Lester ... she says unless I wear one all the time it'll make 'em ... er ... that it'll make me sag before my time. I guess it's worth it if it'll keep me in better shape as I grow up."
Mr. Jackson tugged at his pants. They were getting awfully tight at the crotch. "Yes, well ... I'm sure your mother's giving you good advice," he agreed. "Since I only have your name and telephone number there's quite a bit I need to know about you. Your height, weight, color of your hair ... things like that."
She tossed the bra on the bed. "Whew ... there," she said. "Now I can be comfortable enough to tell you what you want to know about me."
"Your brassiere," he said weakly. "Is ... is it off now?"
"Yeah, but that's okay," she cordially told him. "It's not cold here, so it won't hurt to just sit here with 'em ... er--with my top naked."
Oh, Jesus, Mr. Jackson thought to himself. He nervously unzipped his fly. He had to maintain his composure, he reminded himself, no matter how sexed up the little minx got him.
"Hmmm ... yes ... well, you might start with your measurements then," he rasped.
"Don't you want to know about my hair and height and-" she broke in enthusiastically.
"Oh, yes ... heh heh ... tell me that first," he said.
"I have long blonde hair," she began, "and I'm five foot four ... I weigh a hundred and ten pounds. I know that's not very tall, but I'm just thirteen. Mom says I'll grow a lot more."
"Yes ... yes, I'm sure you will," Mr. Jackson said. "Now about your hair. How long is it? Does it come down below your... uh-"
"It's real long, sir," she said, remembering to be very courteous. "It's just below my titties-oh I'm sorry!-I... I mean it comes below my ... my bust line."
"Ha ha," he laughed nervously. "Don't worry, Miss Lester. I've heard that word a few times in my life. All right, I'm jotting that information down now." He stuck his trembling fingers into the open fly of his pants and removed the heavy, pulsing organ that was fairly bursting out. This is sick, he thought to himself, but that little sexpot's got me so damned hot I've just gotta get my hands on myself. "Don't worry about any little slips with your language, Miss Lester," he offered, grasping at straws. "A ... a good actress sometimes needs to use common words like that. An actress needs to be familiar with the ... uh ... with the more -with talking dirty."
It impressed the hell out of her for him to call her "Miss Lester." It was the first time in her life anyone had called her that and it made her feel terribly grown up. She had to do all she could to impress the man with her maturity, she was convinced.
"Oh, well, that won't be any trouble for me," she giggled. "Heck, it doesn't bother me a bit to say words like titties--er, I mean 'tits'-only little girls call 'em titties. I mean I may be only thirteen, but I know all the words, you know."
"And are yours ... uh ... are yours developed yet?" he asked. "I suppose if you're just thirteen years old-"
"They're developed plenty!" she broke in proudly. It was a pleasant change to speak proudly of them instead of being ashamed of them like she had to feel at school. "How does thirty-five sound? That's what they are. They started growing when I wasn't even quite eleven years old. You might think I'm kidding you, but it's true."
Mr. Jackson ran his hand up and down his prick slowly and purposefully, his forehead sweating. "Hmmm ... thirty-five, huh?" he mused. "You're right, Miss Lester, those are awfully nice-sized tits for your age. Let me make a special note of that."
He jerked his hand faster. "How about experiences, now?" he went on. "Actresses often have to portray roles of girls who do ... you know, rather bad things ... especially in the newer movies they make today. I don't suppose you've had much experience with the opposite sex yet, have you? Even a kiss or two from one of your boyfriends, or maybe a hug?"
Her voice was breathy. "I can't ... I mean I shouldn't tell you everything I've done with boys," she said. "Even Mom doesn't know that-boy, if she only did-but I've done more than you probably think."
"You mean like letting them feel you up a little?" he asked, his heart pounding. "You mean like ... having their hands under your clothes, maybe inside your underwear? Things like that?"
She giggled. "Uh huh," she admitted. "And more. Plenty of girls in my class have had boys' fingers in their panties but I don't think any of them have done as much as me."
The little slut! he thought to himself. And she walks by here every day looking so prissy and pure, with those big knockers jumping around in her bra. "In your panties, I guess, huh?" he pressed. "You know what it's like to have a boy grab a handful of your little cunt, then, don't you? You know how it feels to have fingers busy on it, right?"
The tone of his voice had changed a lot. She wondered for the first time if she should be telling him this much. His voice sounded deeper and kind of trembling like the old guy in the park that day when she lost her cherry. She felt herself getting a little warm in the pussy. She shifted on the bed.
"Sure, I do," she finally replied. "If I've got the equipment, why shouldn't I use it? Most of the girls in my class don't even have hairs on their pussies yet, much less any tits on their chests. I'm sure not gonna wait around till they start growing up when I've already got what it takes."
"You still got your bra off?" he asked pointedly. "You standing there half naked?"
It was obvious to her by now, although she had been slow to realize it, that the man was getting worked up sexually from talking to her. She found that she enjoyed it in some naughty, perverse way.
"No," she said slowly, "I'm sitting here half naked. I'm on my bed. Why?"
"I'll tell you why I want to know, sweetie," he said, dropping for the first time the formality of using her last name. "I went to know because I'm thinking about what you look like right now. I'm thinking about how those big juicy tits of yours must look sticking out there on your naked chest and how I'd like to get my hands on 'em. What do you think about that? And I'm not any fucking movie representative, either-I'm just a guy that likes to talk dirty to you and have you tell me about all those pretty little things you keep hidden under your clothes. How do you like that, sweetie!"
She knew she should just hang up on him, but something fascinated her about the dirty way he was talking to her. She felt red in the face to find she wanted to hear more of the filth he was saying to her, but she had to admit it was true.
"I think you're an old creep," she retorted. "That's what I think. You're probably getting your thing hard from doing this, aren't you? I bet you'd love to see what I look like instead of just having me tell you about it, wouldn't you? It's not just my tits you'd get to see if you were here, you know-my skirt's so short you could see a long way up it. I'm glad you can't see me, you dirty old man!"
Mr. Jackson tore his pants open wide and went to work on himself in earnest. His hand slid up and down the reddened shaft of his straining cock with greater speed. "I don't need to see you, sweetie," he shot back. "I've got a damned good picture of how you look there. Why don't you strip off your skirt and panties so you can get your hands on yourself? You dirty little bitch, you can't fool me-I bet that little cunt of yours is hot as a pistol and is so wet it's got the crotch of your panties wet. Ain't that right, now ... ain't that right?"
"No," she blurted out. "That's not true!"
But even as she said the words she felt the sensual sensation of warm love juice running through her pussy hairs and dripping past the tight leg-bands of her panties onto her thighs.
"Admit it," he cried, his voice rising. "You're thinking about having me see you naked and how it'd feel for me to have my hands on you, aren't you?"
"No, no!" she cried.
It was obvious from her voice she was much more excited than she was angry.
"Listen, you sweet little cunt," he went on. "You oughta see what I've got here in my hand. I've been jacking myself off ever since I first started saying this shit to you. My cock's big and red and hot and just what you need. If you could see me working on it, you'd want it sticking up your fuck hole!"
"Oh, my gosh," she yelled, "shut your mouth, you filthy pervert! I wouldn't want anything of the kind!"
"Yes, you would, baby," he insisted. "You do. Admit it, your pussy's so goddamned hot you need something in it bad. You might as well get them panties off and go to work on yourself right now. I bet if you don't do it now, you'll strip off and frig yourself when I hang up. Come on, get 'em down and start frigging that thing. Lemme hear what it sounds like to hear your fingers slapping that wet little pair of pussy lips, you dirty-talking young tramp!"
"Oh, you're rotten!" she exclaimed. "You're nothing but a rotten old freak to jack yourself and went me to do the same. I'm gonna hang up on you!"
"Listen to this first then, sugar," he croaked. "Listen how it sounds to hear me working on myself. Listen now ... hear it?" He put the phone in his lap and kept beating his fingers up and down the shaft while she listened with hypnotic fascination. Slap slap slap slap, went his excited flesh.
She felt the pussy juice pour from her panties. Beads of sweat broke out on her brow and she licked her tongue across her upper lip, tasting salt. She undid the top of her skirt. I'm not gonna touch it, she frantically thought to herself, but it's getting so darned warm in there I gotta have some air.
Suddenly his voice was on the phone again. "Listen up, sugar," he moaned, "I'm about to get my nuts off. You're gonna hear a big, fat wad splatter right in your ear!"
She felt her heart jump in her chest. The sweat was streaming from her naked tits and from under her arms. She pulled the elastic top of her panties away from her heated lower stomach and felt the cool air rush into the humid confines of the drenched undergarment. Hesitantly, with a deep sense of shame at what she was doing, she let her fingertips slide slowly down inside the front. The panties were damp and tight against her hand even before she reached the place where her cunt hairs began.
In the phone she heard a far-off moan and then the wet, nasty sound of the man's sperm striking the mouthpiece at the other end. Then a loud crash told her he'd dropped the instrument onto the floor. There were more moans and some additional bursts of his dirty laughter, then the line clicked dead. He had hung up.
Maxine rolled onto her side and pressed her thighs together underneath her half-removed skirt. Her hand was still inside her panties. The fingertips were almost touching her first line of cunt hair.
That old creep was horrible, she thought to herself. It's nasty of me to feel this way. What am I doing? I've gotta quit this. Could this be what Trudy was talking about a girl doing the other day? Was she talking about feeling yourself up . . . I don't think she'd know about anything like that. Golly, it feels good, though . . . maybe if I just barely touch myself on the pussy it'll calm me down some. I ... I don't have to jack around down there ... I'll just . . . um . . . there . . . like that.
She eased her fingertips into the moist slit. The fragile curls of her damp blonde pussy hairs tickled her wrist as she did it.
My gosh, she thought, I can feel my pulse in there. It's beating just like it does in my wrist . . . I must be hot as heck! I've gotta stop this .. . I'm wanting to frig myself awful bad ... ooooh.
Letting a man touch her there-even letting him bury his cock in her young twat, that was different somehow. But Maxine couldn't stand the embarrassment of using her own to manipulate the soft, moist folds of her aroused organs. She glanced guiltily over her shoulder at the open door of her bedroom. What if her mother should come home suddenly? But she was much too involved with herself to consider getting up to close the door.
She lay on her side with her skirt askew and her panties down to her lower thighs. Taking them down all the way was too much of an admission to herself about her true intentions. She buried her chin in her soft neck and bent her eyes toward the glistened surface of her swollen breast flesh as she continued to move her fingers.
Wmv, my tits look so groovy, she thought. I don't care what anybody says about 'em, those dumb kids at school don't know a great pair of boobies when they see 'em.
She drew her free hand up the damp front of her stomach and began massaging her tits, kneading the abundant flesh like dough. Her nipples popped up tautly and her fingers flicked across first one and then the other of them. She wiggled her half-naked body against the bed and began rubbing her thighs back and forth. First she did it so slowly that she tried to pretend she was just shifting her position but finally she was doing it with such regularity that she couldn't pretend any longer.
Oh, wow, she thought, that's scrumptious. I can't Stand it. I can't stand how sexed-up my cunt's getting. Her damp lips moved. "I can't help it . . . my gosh, I just can't help it. I've just gotta have some kinda relief. I gotta frig myself. I'll ... oh darn, I'll go crazy if I don't!"
She slipped her fingers shamelessly into the moist crevice of her tight pussy and began massaging it with abandon. The obstacles were down now, she knew what she wanted and was determined to make herself have it. She stretched and strained her lovely, curvy torso and spread open her thighs as wide as they would go. She peered between her legs and saw the slick sheen of her exposed pussy lips protruding fat and saucy from the golden triangle of her silky-haired "V."
"Ungh ... ungh," she moaned, frigging her fingers as she looked on with sweat streaming off her face, "I'm gonna make myself come just like I do when a man has his cock in there."
Her eyes were fastened onto the sight like rivets. What a pretty little cunt I have, she thought to herself. Her narcissistic brain was fairly burning with excitement. What a sweet, juicy little pussy . . . no wonder men always try to see up my dress-that's what they're wishing they could see for themselves.
She raced her fingertips across the wet surfaces of her sex flesh and grazed the swollen bulb of her clit with every stroke. "I'm gonna come so good," she whispered to herself, her hot breath on her naked tits, "I'm gonna bring myself off good ... oh, .so good."
She rocked her ass back and forth and drove her pussy forward against the tips of her rushing fingers. "It's just like getting fucked," she wheezed aloud. "Oh, wow, it's just like fucking ... oh, my gosh, like fucking ... oh, fuck fuck fuck me, fuck fuck fuck me, fuck me, fuck me-aiiiiiiieee!"
Maxine lay for a long time after it was over with her fingers still tight inside the engorged folds of her wet pussy. Waves of hot satisfaction washed over her body like heat waves off a blacktopped pavement. The smell of her sex wafted up and filled her nose with the sweet, musky odor she had come to recognize as another sign of her new womanhood. She snuggled her nose into the resilient flesh of her still-damp tits and hugged the big twins tightly in her arms. After several minutes, she stretched her lithe limbs and yawned.
She didn't know who the creepy pervert was that had called her, but whoever he was, he had certainly started something. She smiled to herself. What would the old bastard have done if only he'd been able to watch what she did to herself just now, she wondered? Then she remembered how he told her she might as well go ahead and frig herself then like he was doing -that if she didn't do it then, he was willing to bet she'd frig herself afterwards. He had been right, she realized shamefully.
He sure was wise ass, she thought to herself. If it wasn't for getting herself in trouble she would have told her mother about the call. But she knew her mom would want to know why she didn't just hang up the phone at his first utterance of a dirty word. Maxine didn't have any answer for that one, she knew.
That night when Mildred came home, Maxine had already been asleep for hours. The satisfaction from masturbating herself had made her fall asleep like a log as soon as she hit the sheets. Mildred peered through the door. Her daughter was lying on her back presenting an unobstructed view of her naked mammaries. She was peeved that Maxine wasn't wearing her nightie like she always told her to do. She kept looking at the girl's tits. Hmmm, she mused to herself, she really does need new bras; I guess. She wasn't just kidding me. That little pair look bigger than the last time I saw them naked.
She laid down the package of new bras she'd brought from work with her and went to bed herself. As she coasted off to sleep she thought about the modeling job Mr. Blevins had mentioned. If only that worked out satisfactorily, Maxine would be making enough money to buy plenty of her own clothes with some left over for general family expenses. Well, on Friday she would drop her off and let Mr. Blevins do the photo tests to see if she'd do for the job. Until then she would just cross her fingers and hope for the best. The next morning she told Maxine about it and she was excited. She thanked her mother for arranging the test and told her she'd do the best she could on it.
"I'm sure you'll do fine, dear," Mildred said. "You are a very attractive young girl, you know. And Mr. Blevins says he needs a model just about your size."
Friday was still a few days away. After school was out, Maxine hurried home. She got into her mother's clothes again, took great pains to fix her face up, then sneaked downtown. She was filled with the same old desire to prove that her tits didn't make her some kind of freak. She thought of how one of the boys in her class had sent her a dirty note saying, "How's your boobies, Miss Cow Tits?"
As usual, it had infuriated her, but there was nothing she could do. She wasn't even sure which one did it. She showed the note to Trudy at lunchtime and she was as angry about it as Maxine.
"Listen, Maxine," she had said. "You don't have 'cow tits' at all. You have the grooviest pair in our class--the eighth grade too. I'd love to be able to look down and see some that big and pretty on my chest. I'll sure be glad when mine start growing some." She looked at Maxine with her big brown eyes and added, "It must really feel neat to slip into a bra and feel the cups fill up with as much titty as you've got!"
Maxine walked on down the street with Trudy's words ringing in her ears. Trudy was her best girl friend, no doubt about it. Whenever something like that happened at school, she could always count on Trudy to say something that made her feel better.
She thought of Trudy's small titties and wondered if the size of a girl's knobs had anything to do with how bad she needed sex. If so, Trudy must not need it very bad yet. But on the other hand, she remembered several conversations when her little brunette friend had insinuated some things that were pretty sexy. She even had a sneaking suspicion that Trudy had discovered masturbation before she had. Maybe she would ask her sometime, if she got up the nerve. After all, the two of them were awfully good friends. In the meantime, she hoped Trudy was somehow getting all the sex thrills she was old enough to want.
She rounded a corner and saw a good-looking man about forty paying a taxi in front of a hotel. He was well dressed and had thick brown hair and a tall frame. Maxine was immediately interested in seeing if she could convince such a nice-looking guy that she was older. It would make her feel great to pull her little trick successfully on him. She entered the lobby of the hotel ahead of him and sat down on one of the big green couches along the wall.
It didn't take much action on her part to get his attention as he walked by. Her miniskirt was short enough for him to see plenty as he carried his luggage past. When he stopped at the desk to register, she stepped up and asked the manager the time. She could tell from the way the man glanced at her he recognized her as the girl who had been sitting on the couch as he came in.
When the manager told her the time, the brown-haired man quipped, "Is your boyfriend late? If he doesn't hurry up someone might beat him to you. You go to high school here in town or are you a guest in the hotel like me?"
"Well," she said, as icily as she could manage, "I am waiting for someone but I don't go to high school here. Do I look that young?"
If she hadn't been so firm in the tone of her voice, he might have not believed her at all. But that, combined with the way she was dressed and the way she had cleverly applied her makeup, was enough to make him have second thoughts.
"Oh ... uh ... no, I guess not," he lamely answered. "Most girls these days seem to look older than they really are. I guess you're just the opposite. You'll be glad you look so young when you get to be thirty-five or forty."
He did some quick computing in his head. She did look young, but if it was true she was out of high school then she had to be eighteen or so. Old enough to keep him from getting into trouble with the law, in any case, and that was his primary object. Why would she lie? If she wanted to get rid of him, he reasoned, she would have claimed to be younger-not older. She would know a man his age couldn't afford to fool around with a girl in the jailbait bracket. He let the bellhop take his luggage on up and struck up a conversation with her.
He's going for it, she thought to herself. He believes me.
He told her he was a salesman and was just stopping through town for the night. Just when things started to get interesting between them, the manager suddenly appeared from behind his desk and told the man he had a call. While he was gone he had hard words for Maxine.
"Listen, honey," he said to her, "I don't know what you're trying to pull but you ain't doing it in this hotel. I know damned well you're not waiting for anybody. I've never seen you around here before. You might make that yokel think you're eighteen, but you ain't fooling me any. Now if you know what's good for you, you'll get your little ass out of here. We don't allow no unescorted women around this place." r
At first she was scared but she contained herself. She met his eyes boldly and said, "If you don't think I'm eighteen, then what's your guess? Tell me that."
She made sure he got a view of the way her tits stuck out-braless tonight-under the fabric of her close-hugging knit sweater.
Her assurance surprised the hotel manager. "I'm not saying you're a real young kid," he said. "But a gal's age is very important to a guy when it comes to certain, you know? I'd say you're only sixteen or seventeen. That one year makes a lot of difference in this state, honey."
Maxine was delighted. Even he thought she was three or four years older than her true age. The laugh was on him. She was mad at him for doubting her and wanted to prove herself. She looked at him again. He wasn't bad-looking. Why not have a little fun with him? She felt her tits straining against her bra. It just might turn out to be fun for her too.
"Wrong," she told him. "If you don't think I'm eighteen, step back here and I'll show you proof."
He took her behind the desk. Was she going to show him her driver's license, he wanted to know?
She looked around her. There were no customers in sight. The brown-haired man had evidently overheard some of their conversation and skipped out. She told the manager it wasn't a driver's license she had to show him. The faintest hint of a gloating smile played at the corners of her mouth. If he'd take her into the little room behind the desk where they could be alone, she'd prove she was older than he thought.
"Huh?" he asked, puzzled. "Okay. But I don't see why you have to come back here."
As soon as they entered the room together she turned facing him. She felt powerful inside, confident that her sexy ways would be easily able to accomplish her goals. She'd show him she wasn't a little girl with big tits, but woman enough to handle them.
She smiled up at him. "I've noticed you looking at my tits," she said, carefully enunciating each word so there'd be no mistaking what she'd said to him. "If you think they're fake, you've got another think coming, Mr. Know-It-All!" And she brazenly raised the bottom of her sweater to her collarbone, displaying every rounded inch of her plump tits.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "You ain't even wearing a bra . . . shit, baby, if you can show them things off like that I don't care how old you are."
He reached for her but she stepped backward and eluded his outstretched hands.
"Not so fast," she warned him. "I said for you to look at them, not put your dirty hands on them."
"Why you fucking little tease," he burst out, "you ain't gonna show me a sight like that and then leave me swinging. C'mere!"
This time she didn't even step back. She held her ground and said, "Go ahead if you want me to tell the cops how you tried to rape me. Aren't you ashamed of yourself for jerking my sweater up like this and making me show these off to you?"
He stopped and blinked his eyes.
"I may be old enough to not be jailbait anymore," she added, "but a girl can be raped no matter how old she is. If you can't keep control of yourself, I guess I'll just have to tell the cops all the little details of how you tricked me into coming back here with you."
He was boiling mad but he knew she had him. Even on the off chance that the police believed him he'd probably lose his job over the affair. He stood looking down at her tantalizingly naked tits. It was bad enough when some gal checked into the hotel with her knockers bouncing around under her blouse and he had to be nice and businesslike and pretend he didn't see them. But when a young, pretty one stacked like this one came up and bared herself in front of him just to tease him, it was just too much for a man to take.
"Okay, okay," he relented. "It's your ball game, honey. Mind telling me why you're doing this?"
"I just want you to admit how wrong you were when you were so high and mighty about me being underage," Maxine told him. "Maybe you'll think twice before you act so big the next time a girl tells you how old she is. Maybe you'll believe her."
"Look, honey," he said, softening but still not willing to admit he was wrong, "with jugs like them, you don't have to worry about how old you really are. Them things make you look grown, all right."
His answer didn't satisfy her.
"I'm not through," she said. "Remember when you said you wanted me to get my 'little ass' out of this hotel? Take a look at it and see just how little you think it is now!"
She raised her skirt and jutted her butt out, half turning so he wouldn't miss anything. He took a look at the firm thighs and hard, round ass inside her pantyhose and felt sweat ooze from his skin. She grinned up at him with mischief in her eyes.
"Goddamn it," he cursed, "I take back everything I said. You're one fine hunk of woman."
She smiled exultantly. Her bravura had paid off. She had him eating out of her hand now, this man who was old enough to be her father-and she loved it.
He kept his eyes on her raised skirt and the firm mounds on her chest but he wanted to do a lot more than look.
"You're one sweet piece, honey," he said, his voice husky with desire. "If you'd simmer down some and let me put my mouth on you where my eyes are, I'd show you how a woman like you deserves to be loved up."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Your mouth," she repeated. "You nasty old bastard, what do you mean you'd put your mouth on me?" She still stood with her skirt raised provocatively and-her naked tits standing out proudly on her chest.
"Don't try to play games," he said, his palms moist and his pants growing tighter by the minute. "You've had a man go down on your cunt before. I know damned well a girl with tits on her like you have must have had herself licked from stem to stern."
The idea of a man's mouth on her undies was something new to her. The very thought of it sent goose-bumps down her legs. It was the nastiest thing she had ever heard of ... but it also was so exciting to think about it made her start sweating.
"Sure I have," she lied. "But not from old fart faces like you. The only man that's ever had his face against my pussy was a heck of a lot better-looking than you."
He was so hot to go down on her he wasn't even insulted by her slam. He grinned and said, "Come on, sugar. Just sit down right there in that chair and lower then panty hose to your knees. Shit, you don't even have to take your clothes off. I'll give you such a tongue job you'll be cracking your cookies in no time flat. It don't take a good-looking guy to give a girl a good sucking off-just a guy that knows what he's doing down there."
The picture of having his head between her legs and his tongue touching her most secret parts was making her cheeks flush. She sat back slowly in the chair with her skirt still raised. She knew she wanted the new experience to happen but she wasn't sure what all would happen. He dropped to his knees as her ass touched the seat of the chair and he bent forward.
"Just a minute," she warned. "I ... I don't say I was gonna let you do it. You'll want me to do it to you too, won't you? I'm not about to put even my hand on your dirty old prick, much less my mouth."
"Forget it, honey," he begged. "All you gotta do is get them damn pantyhose down where I can reach that quim of yours with my mouth. Just sit there and enjoy it-I'm not gonna try to make you go down on me."
She watched his face break out in little drops of sweat and saw him run his tongue across the outside of his lips.
"C'mon, sweetie," he implored, "your fucking pussy's so hot I can smell it. You know you want it from me. I swear to God you won't even have to see my cock. Shit, I'll just shoot off right inside my pants .. . anything if you'll just slip them damn things down and let me service you. God damn but that thing smells like it r needs attention!"
She coyly hooked her thumb in the elastic waistband but she still eyed him warily. "Would you really like to?" she teased. "Would you really like to see what my cunt looks like and stick your tongue in?"
Before he could answer she yanked the top down to her knees and left him staring at a pair of black silk panties, the ones she bought with her lunch money so her mother wouldn't know.
"If you're real gentle," she began, "I might-"
"Oh, shit, I will be!" he exclaimed, diving forward. "Just lean back, now. I'll get these off. You really keep your little quim guarded, don't you? Pantyhose and panties."
But this time she didn't answer. She flopped backwards in the overstuffed chair and spread her legs like a harlot, allowing the man to have total access to the tender V of her sex.
With trembling hands he stretched the front of her panties till he could see the shock of blonde pussy hair that surrounded her luscious cunt. She raised her ass off the cushion of the chair without a word and allowed him to snake them downwards to her knees, then sat back down. From under half-closed eyelids, she watched as he proceeded to stick his tongue out and apply it liberally to the sensitive surfaces of both inner thighs.
"Sonofabitch," he cried, "if that ain't the sweetest snatch I ever laid eyes on. And it's already juicy as a god-damned watermelon too. You was dying to have this thing worked on, weren't you?"
She felt his tongue return to her moist groin, this time moving upwards with titillating circular movements that made her legs go limp. She could feel his breath filter through the nest of pubic hair and strike the wet flesh of her cunt. "Ummm," she swooned.
The sound of her voice in his ears gave him new incentive. He slid both hands under her ass, providing a firm grip on each hard little half moon of her cheeks, and raised her slightly from the chair. Now his tongue was approaching the gently swelling mound itself.
"Urn ummm," she moaned.
He raised his eyes from her hairy twat and what he saw made him almost come in his pants with no further ado. Maxine had a handful of tit buried in each of her palms, and was worrying the taut tips around and around with increasing frenzy.
"Mmmffff!" he said, his face tight against her crotch. He couldn't make himself understood but it was obvious whatever he had to say was regarding what she was doing to herself. She lay back, her face in a strained expression, and kept playing with her tits as he licked her between the legs. He licked the bare hillock of her pussy lips for a few seconds, then darted his agile tongue inside and sent a flood of heat through her body.
"Ahhhh!" she cried. "Ahh, yeah ... lick me right there. Keep on ... ungh ... ungh . .. keep on licking me right there!"
She set her high-heeled shoes on the floor and pushed. He saw she was ready for more intense action so he crammed his face against her muff so tightly his was full of pussy hair and stuck his tongue all the way in as far as it would go.
"Ungh!" she groaned. "Oh wow ... you're making me ... whew! . .. you're making me hot as . .. ahhh ... ahh!"
It was clear to him that he was getting her so excited she could hardly talk. She was grinding her r naked, hungry cunt into his face and he was feeding the tongue meat as fast as she could take it. He sneaked a hand from under one of her ass cheeks and stuck it inside his pants.
This juicy little bitch is getting all she needs from my tongue, he thought to himself. I'm gonna use one hand to beat my meat while I eat her. Jesus but she's a sweet mouthful of cunt!
He grabbed the throbbing shaft of his instrument and went to work on it. Maxine was rolling her ass now like the keel of a boat and the noises she was making were enough to make him come off just from listening to her.
She was still rubbing her tits now, but her hand and finger motions were more intense and concentrated. With the tips of her thumbs and forefingers, she squeezed her taut nipples to the rhythm of his hot, questing tongue. She looked down between her big tits and watch him mouth her off while she played with them. Having a man's prick inside her cunt was pretty terrific, she thought, but there was something about the speed and delicate touch of a tongue that felt wonderfully different. She sensed a familiar hot flush deep inside and knew she was terribly close to coming.
He looked up from between her legs, taking care not to remove his tongue from her quivering pussy, and saw I her squeezing her tits in one long, tense grip. She started shaking her head from side to side, slowly at first and then faster and faster. The sight of her losing complete control of herself brought him to the brink of orgasm. He jerked his hand up and down his stiff cock in a blur till he shot off. The white cream ran all inside his pants but he didn't stop licking her cunt for a second. He groaned loud, but instead of hearing him she felt him. The vibrations rippled through the wet skin of her pussy like a streak of heat lightning through the waters of a lake.
She wailed a long, low bunch of gibberish that he couldn't understand one word of, then whimpered for a few seconds and was quiet. He got up from the floor and went to work on her tits. Even though he had already come he was so excited by the sight of her half-naked body stretched out before him he wanted to get all the loving he could. She lay and let him lick her tits as much as he wanted to. She was still in a sort of stupor from the intensity of her climax.
He rocked back on his knees and looked at the view she offered. Her pantyhose and her black silk panties still hung around her legs at the knees and only one of her high-heeled shoes was still on her foot. Her sweater was wound around her neck and the tan expanse of her slender, curvy torso was naked from neck to knees. There was no doubt about it-she looked thoroughly fucked, which indeed she was. The fact that a man's tongue had been at her instead of a hard cock seemed to make little difference in her appearance.
After a few minutes had passed she got a pleasant surprise. She felt him leave her tits and slide his face down toward her cunt again. It was then she learned that a man's tongue can outlast his dick by a long shot. She was accustomed to getting off her cookies once and then pretty much having to forget about any remaining desire to be fucked. As soon as she felt his tongue settle in the tender crack of her cunt again, she knew he was ready and willing to give her another hot suck job.
She laid her hands on his head to indicate she wanted it. He went right to work. Maxine discovered it took her a much shorter period of time to get worked up this time.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, her voice whispery, "I feel it coming already ... go ahead and suck ... I'm gonna get it quick!"
He slid his tongue in and out several times and then returned to his favorite spot. With the very tip of it, he licked the sweet nub of her clit lightly and delicately. She found it was her favorite spot, too! She jerked her ass back and forth under his wet mouth and was breathing hard in no time at all.
"Ungh ... ungh .. .oh ... oh," she began, then her little cries and grunts speeded up. "Oh . . . oh . . . ooh ... ooooh ... aiiieeee!"
After she came this time he got up from the floor and she heard him fooling around in the tiny bathroom. Maxine started yanking her panties up and making herself halfway presentable.
"How was that for a mouth job, honey?" he called to her.
But a third voice surprised them both. They realized the small room just off the hotel desk wasn't quite far enough away.
"I beg your pardon?" came the voice of an elderly woman. She had heard through the thin door when he yelled to Maxine.
He came bursting past Maxine and re-entered the desk area, brushing his hair in place as he went. "I was just talking to one of the employees," he told the old lady who waited at the desk. "I said the south knob on one of these doors really works funny," he lied, smiling nervously.
The elderly woman raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was?" she questioned. "Well, I want a room."
Maxine fixed herself up while he was checking the old lady in. She knew the manager expected her to stay until he got a chance to talk to her again but didn't intend to. He had given her a great time all right, but he really wasn't anything to look at. Now that she'd been initiated into the delights of being sucked off she would just see if she couldn't run across a few good-looking guys that would do it to her. The hotel manager certainly wasn't her idea of a dreamboat. She walked out just as he was finishing up with the old lady. "Thanks for your help, sir," she said to him as she passed.
He was dying to catch her before she got out of his sight but he wasn't fast enough with getting the old lady on the way up to her room. When he dashed out into the street she was nowhere in sight.
He shrugged his shoulders. "The kids these days sure are a strange bunch," he said out loud. "Jesus, I never even knew that babe's name. What a sweet pussy she had on her. Well, win a few, lose a few. That's sure the best I've had for a few years even if I didn't get to use my prick on the little tease."
Maxine beat her mom home again and was hard asleep when she looked in on her. She tiptoed into the house and turned to her companion. "Glen," she whispered, "I'm a fool to let you talk me into this. I've dated a lot of men since my husband died, but I've never brought one home to bed with my daughter asleep just a couple of rooms away."
He gave her a big kiss and she melted into his arms. Glen was a big man, six two or more, and had wide, strong shoulders. Mildred hadn't known him long but she was so attracted to him she was ready to do almost anything he asked. He was only three years older than Mildred, and she had growing hopes of getting him to pop the question to her. Even though she had never had him in her house before she had put out for him several times and they both enjoyed it immensely.
"Come on, Milly," he said, "don't worry about it. Didn't you say your kid is seven or eight years old? Kids at that age sleep like they're dead. She won't hear anything."
"No," corrected Mildred, "Maxine's thirteen. But she does sleep awfully sound."
Glen beamed. "That's my girl," he said, feeling in the dark for her breast and enclosing it in his big hand.
"Oh God, honey," she responded, "you know I can't refuse you when you put your hands on me."
"Which way's your bedroom, Milly?" he asked. "I'm getting a little bit sleepy, aren't you?"
She loved for him to call her "Milly" instead of Mildred. The name made her feel like a young girl again, wanted and protected. "Sleepy, my ass," she whispered into his ear as she led him through the dark house. "That's not why you're so hot to get to the bed and you know it," she chided.
"Why else would I want to?" he teased.
She pulled his hand behind her and steered him into her bedroom at last. "You just might want to get your hands on something nice and sweet again," she cooed. "Isn't that what you called these the other night at your place-'nice and sweet'?" She pushed his hand under her blouse and let him feel her bra cup, with its heavy, firm bounty inside. Mildred was in great shape for her age and her nice tits were one of her best features.
That's right, honey," Glen said. "But that's not all you're going to let me have tonight, is it? How about a little of the 'deep and hot,' too. You wouldn't hold that back from me, would you?" He put his big hand on the swell of her crotch and tweaked her there with his fingers.
"Glen," she cried, feigning anger. "You're terrible.
'Deep and hot,' indeed." She threw her arms around him and put her lips to his ear. In a sexy, low voice, she said, "You don't have to call my cunt all those pretty little names, baby. Just tell me you want some pussy, lover, and I'll get my pants off so fast it'll make your head swim."
She reached for his groin and felt his prick pressing against the front of his pants. He felt her fingers eagerly caressing it through the material and pushed her away from him.
"Let's hit the sack, Milly," he said to her. "You can play with that just so long, you know, before it has to get out and find a nice place to poke its head."
He put his hand on the buckle of his belt and before he could even loosen the fly of his pants, he heard the light, fluttery sound of a garment hitting the floor across the room.
"I'm ahead of you," she said.
"Was that your skirt that just came off?" he asked.
She gave him a throaty little laugh. "No, lover," she said, "that's the first thing that went. What you just heard was my blouse."
It was pitch dark in the bedroom. They could-have turned on the lights but by some unspoken agreement they didn't.
He let his pants fall to the floor and set to work on his shirt, kicking his shoes off as he went. "You mean you're standing over there in your bra and panties?" he asked her, eagerness evident in his voice.
"You're still behind," she told him. "Just my panties. I've already tossed my bra away. It sure feels good not to have anything on my tits, I can tell you that."
He heard the whispery wound of her panties sliding off her long legs and fluttering to the floor.
The bedsprings squeaked and he knew she was in it. He shucked the rest of his clothes off and crawled onto the bed.
"Come on, honey," she said, her voice husky with desire. "It's waiting right here for you."
"What's waiting, Milly?" he teased, sliding under the sheets.
"Everything you want," she replied.
"You got some of that nice tit out for me?" he went on.
"Here it is for you," she said. "Feel for yourself." She placed his open hand on the end of her big mammary.
"You're ready, aren't you, baby?" he said. "You weren't kidding me none, were you?"
She knew he said it to her because he felt how hard her nipple was when he touched it.
"That's not all that's ready," she told him.
"You got some nice, hot pussy meat down there for me?" he asked her, his fingers traveling across her stomach.
"You know it," she replied. "I'm always ready to take on that big, wonderful cock of yours. You know how hot it makes me when you jam that fat pig sticker in my juicy cunt."
He rolled over her and supported his weight with his elbows. She felt the hairy warmth of his heavy frame over her naked curves, the black curls of his chest tickling the points of her sensitive nipples.
"You sexy wench," he said. "You don't even need priming tonight, do you? What makes you get hot so damned fast? I love it when you're ready to take me inside your cunt right off the bat like this!"
"Just thinking of having your big prick up my cunt gets me ready for the real thing," she told him.
"Here's the head of it, baby," he said, lowering himself a bit and making contact with her plump pussy lips.
"Oh God, Glen," she gasped, shuddering at the touch. "Oh my God, sink it on in, honey ... oh, go ahead, don't make me wait!"
He hadn't even touched her cunt with his hands yet. He was amazed at how quickly she heated up. He took a double handful of tit and bore down into her, slowly but firmly parting the slick sides of her heated, sweating pussy.
"Take it then, honey!" he cried.
She felt the fat, bulbous glans pop inside her outer lips and go deep into her hungry hole. She dug her heels into the mattress and shoved herself against him.
"Arrrgh!" she grunted. "Oh, shit, that's the way. Feed it to me. Feed me that big hot meat stick, Glen!"
He came down again into her, deep and slow. He could feel the wet sides of her vagina part ahead of his cock and allow passage eagerly and with great need.
She buried her nose in the hollow of his collarbone and he felt her lips on his chest. Soon she had his nipple in her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, baby," he cried. "You know how to get to a man .. . keep on sucking it."
Now he was pumping his cock into her with greater urgency. She took everything he had and hugged him closer for more with each stroke. She tore her lips from his hairy nipple and set her teeth on his collarbone. The sweet pressure of his big prick inside her steaming cunt was too much for her. She was losing control and loving every minute of it. She bit firmly, then downright hard. He felt her teeth break the skin but it didn't seem to hurt. He was too excited by the feel of her wet sex flesh around his prick.
"You gonna shoot your nuts off, lover," she cried, her words slurred with passion, "you gonna shoot 'em now?"
"I ... I-oh, God, yes," he yelled, "here it comes ... can you take it. baby . .. here it comes!"
"Let it go, lover!" she yelled. "Go ahead and fill me full of it, I'm with you ... oh, I'm with you, baby ... I'm coming too . . . oh, work on me, work on me good -fuck me, Glen, fuck the shit out of my hot cunt, oh, fuck me fuck me fuuuuck me!"
Their asses were a blur as he spurted his juice into her slick-walled, throbbing pussy. She felt the weight of the wad deep in her hole and grabbed his ass cheeks with her hands, pumping her cunt like an animal. She was past her initial peak and going on for as much as she could get. One, then two, three smaller climaxes shook her quivering cunt. She groaned and flopped onto her side exhausted.
Glen stretched his arms wide and lay with his head on the pillow, massaging her nearest tit as he regained his breath.
"Oh, damn, lover," she moaned. "That was fantastic. Oh, my God, I thought you were going to split my cunt wide open."
As they wallowed in each other's arms, neither suspected their love match had been overheard by someone else. Outside the bedroom door, in the hall separating their bedrooms by several yards, Maxine crouched behind the closet door. They hadn't awakened her for some time, but when she realized what was taking place she hurried into her nightie and made a beeline for the place. She didn't want to miss a thing. She had long suspected that her mother went to bed with some of her boyfriends but this was the first time she had ever been able to catch her at it.
Jeez, she griped to herself, wish I could have seen 'em at it. Wonder what he looks like?
She crept back to bed when she was sure all the excitement was over. But in spite of her best efforts she wasn't able to go to sleep. She had been too aroused by overhearing her mom's wild fuck Finally she slipped her fingers between her legs and let herself have a little loving there. As always, she just meant to feel herself up some to take a little of the pressure off. But she wound up beating her meat till she was gasping like a fish out of water. She fingered herself for a long time, letting the sweet fire build in her young cunt, then drove herself over the edge to a piercing orgasm. Only after that was she able to fall asleep.
The next morning Glen left early. Mildred made him leave before Maxine woke up. At the short breakfast they always shared, Mildred seemed a bit on edge. After a few minutes she mentioned how well Maxine had slept. Had she had a good sleep?
"Sure," replied Maxine. "Why?"
"Oh, nothing, dear," said Mildred. "Last night I let my new friend, Glen, stop by for a couple of drinks. I thought we might have woke you up. A couple of times we made a little more noise than we intended."
Maxine shook her head innocently. "I didn't hear a thing," she lied. Wow, she thought to herself, if Mom only knew what all I did hear! She'd really freak out, I bet. At school that day she confided what had gone on in her mother's bedroom to Trudy.
"Really?" her little brunette friend said. "You heard everything, even stuff they said to each other like you said?"
"Yeah," assured Maxine. "I just wish I could have seen 'em going at it, that's all!"
Trudy seemed terribly interested but at the same time she appeared to be somewhat revolted by the story.
"How about you?" Maxine inquired. "Ever hear your mom going at it with anybody?"
"My mom's married," Trudy said. "Of course I've never head her do anything like that."
"Oh, that's right," corrected Maxine. "You have a mom and a dad, don't you? Well, ever hear them in bed together?"
"No," answered Trudy. "I ... I don't think they do it much. I don't think Mom likes to much. Maybe Daddy doesn't either. I don't know ... something like that." Her voice got quieter. "I don't even think I'd like to hear anybody doing it."
"Yeah," replied Maxine, "but what if you could see somebody doing it to each other? You'd groove on that, I'll bet. Don't kid me, Trudy, I know you like stuff like that."
But Maxine was missing the point. Trudy set her straight. "No, I mean I don't think I'd even like to be around when some man and woman were doing it."
She saw that Maxine was puzzled. She added, her face breaking into a mischievous grin, "Maybe I like stuff like that ... I'm not saying. But I don't groove on the exact thing you're talking about."
"Huh?" responded Maxine.
Trudy bent her face closer. "Remember once when we were talking about ways a girl can make herself .. . you know, get something to make her feel good?"
"Yeah," said Maxine. "But you wouldn't ever tell me how you do it... or if you do."
"Well, there are more ways than one," Trudy said mysteriously. "That's all I said."
The bell rang then, ending their lunchtime. Maxine didn't have a chance to talk to her about it anymore that whole day. But she had a good idea that Trudy had said about all she was going to say on the subject, anyway. She sure was closemouthed on the matter.
Heck, Maxine thought to herself, I bet I know what she's talking about. I bet she knows about frigging herself and thinks I don't know. She's probably been doing it some but is embarrassed to tell me.
But Maxine was to learn before too long that Trudy's secret was not quite that simple. That day as Maxine walked home she passed by Mr. Jackson's place again as she usually did. This time she remembered how often she got drenched by his wild sprinkler and crossed the street even though it wasn't turned on. She happened to notice him sitting behind a tree near the faucet. Could it be that he had been purposefully turning it on just as she walked past and trying to make it seem like an accident? Seeing him with his hand so close to the faucet made her wonder.
The old horny creep, she thought to herself. I bet he has been doing it on purpose, so he could get a peek through my wet blouse or feel me up a little if I let him get by with it! She walked on smugly and never let him know she saw him. Come to think of it, Trudy had mentioned getting sprinkled a few times on the way to her house too. That made her even more suspicious. Oh, well.
At home there was another of her mother's frequent notes. But this one was something new for a change.
"Dear Maxine," it began. "Simply must work late today but couldn't get in touch with Glen. He's coming by for dinner, so be a lamb and fix him something nice, okay? I want you to meet him. He just might turn out to be pretty special in your life."
At the bottom, her mother had signed it and put a postscript. "Don't breathe a word!"
Maxine grinned. Evidently her mom was having big hopes of marrying him and didn't want Maxine to tip her hand to him about it. Well, at least it would be something different. Since she had just gone out the night before on one of her little masquerades she didn't feel up to setting out again so soon. The thought of getting together a dinner for him made her frown for a minute. Oh, well, she thought, at least I'll get to see what he looks like. If he's like most of Mom's boyfriends, though, he's some old baldheaded guy that isn't very cute.
The door bell rang promptly at six-thirty. She opened the door and blurted out her mother's message as she let him in and he was very understanding. But what really put Maxine off her stride was Glen's appearance. In fact, he was so good-looking that she ran through the message faster than was proper and was afraid she presented a very silly, lame-brained impression to him. It was an awkwardly long time before she realized she hadn't even introduced herself or offered him a chair. When she showed him to a seat he spoke up before she had a chance to introduce herself.
"That's okay about Mildred having to work late," he said, "but I'm sorry she felt she had to have someone come in and make dinner for me. Isn't the daughter here ... I understood Mildred's daughter was-"
"But I'm the daughter!" Maxine laughed. She apologized for her strange reception and not introducing herself.
"You?" he questioned. "I thought Mildred's daughter was just thirteen years old." "Right," she answered. "That's how old I'm." "Oh," he said, embarrassed a bit at the mistake. "I
... uh ... took you to be a little older."
There was no mistaking the fact that his eyes were boring holes in her blouse as he spoke. She felt great to know he'd seriously thought she was older. She wasn't even the least bit dressed up or wearing adult-type makeup, either. He didn't say how old he thought she was but anything at all was a compliment.
"Yeah," she said, "a lot of people think I'm older than that until I tell them different."
Glen was still giving her a once-over. He was being mannerly about it and not doing it too directly, but she was still very aware of his eyes on her body.
"Well," he said, laughing softly, "guess that means your mom has always fed you well!"
She nodded and smiled acknowledgment of his little joke, then wheeled and excused herself to go to the kitchen for a minute to check on the dinner. His tone of voice indicated he meant the remark purely as a joke, but Maxine was certain she saw a sexy glint in his eye when he said it to her. She grinned to herself on the way to the kitchen.
He sure is good-looking, she thought, with those eyes and those big shoulders. And he's so tall! I sure feel funny cooking dinner for him. Hmmmm . .. wonder exactly when Mom will be home?
Then the phone rang. She took it off the kitchen wall and a vaguely familiar voice inquired, "Miss Lester, please-is this Miss Maxine Lester?"
"Yes," she said.
"Good," the voice went on, without identifying itself. "Then I want you to tell me what you're wearing right now. And don't leave out anything, honey ... if you know what I mean."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You heard right, little Miss Slut," the strange caller went on. "I asked you to tell me what you're wearing right now and how you look in it. I do hope I haven't just caught you getting out of the tub! How's that cute little twat of yours and those king-size knockers, huh? Tell me all, sweetie. Everything."
She spluttered into the phone. "Why you ... you filthy pervert!" she cried. "You've got some nerve. How dare you ask me things like that about my body!"
By now she recognized the caller was the same voice that had called a few days before and talked dirty to her. She knew all she had to do was just hang up the phone but something kept her from doing it. Some nasty part of her mind wanted to hear the filthy references to her tits and pussy whether she was willing to admit it to herself or not.
"Sure I've got nerve," went on the caller. As before, it was only Mr. Jackson down the street but she still didn't know his voice well enough to have the faintest idea who it was. "I've got a lot more than nerve, too. I've got a hard cock in my hand right now and I'm playing with it. What do you think of that? "
"I think you're a sick old bastard," Maxine replied. "The very idea of asking a girl about her tits and her . . . her pussy . . . and then talking about your dirty old cock. I don't want to know about your darned old cock!"
"I know you don't, little Miss Slut," he said. "You don't want to know about it-you want to feel it. You want to look at it and see how big and long it is, and then you want to have it-"
"Shut up!" she said. "I do not!" But somehow she was keeping her voice down enough so Glen couldn't hear what was being said in the other room.
"Just calm down, sweetie," Mr. Jackson rasped, "and let me tell you what you want."
She listened transfixed, as though hypnotized, as he went on and on without stopping.
"What you want is to have me see you in your bedroom when you're getting ready to get in bed," he told her, his voice oily and disgusting. "You want me to watch you take off your skirt and blouse and fold them over a chair, then prance around in your undies doing a few things. You take your shoes and socks off, 'cause you're not old enough yet to wear pantyhose, and you sit there on the edge of your bed in nothing but your panties and bra. Then you see me in the corner of your bedroom with my big prick out of my pants and me playing with it and you crave to have it stuck up your snatch. You slip your panties off and lie on your bed and stretch your legs as wide as they'll go so I'll be able to see every fucking hair on your cunt. You don't even bother to take your bra off even though it's about to burst at the seams, because what you want is my prick, baby . .. my prick up your sweet, quivering cunt."
His voice was coming in great gasps now and he was talking faster and faster. "You beg me to get between your legs and let you have it, you beg me to slip it to you. And then I jump between your legs and I ram it up you, I ram it up your hot, horny little cunt as far as it will go and I hold you down by the tits and fuck the shit out of your wet cunt. Do you hear, I fuck the living shit out of your young, wet, horny little cunt!"
She had begun breathing deep and she knew he must be able to hear her before he hung up. Just before the line went dead she heard him cackle an obscene laugh.
When she hung up and turned around, Glen was beside her. He had finally heard enough of the conversation to realize something was going on and had come to check it out. She turned automatically and flung herself into his arms. She blurted out that an obscene caller had been on the line and burrowed her nose into Glen's chest. Her body was shaking. What Glen took for fright was actually sexual energy generated by the caller's filthy language, and Maxine was perfectly happy to let him remain in the dark.
"The damned pervert!" growled Glen, hugging her tighter to his chest. "I wish I'd have got a chance to talk to him. I'd have fixed his wagon for him."
Her breasts were pressing into Glen's stomach very tightly. Maxine found that she was certainly in no hurry to move. She wiggled a little, forcing them to push harder against him. She knew he just had to be feeling them. Could it be that he ... that he didn't like her? So far there was no display of the kind of action most men would have begun in similar circumstances, she thought.
Jesus, Glen was thinking to himself, the poor kid's shaken up quite a bit, I guess, but that doesn't keep me from feeling those jugs of hers pushing against me. I better watch myself with her ... God knows she seems a hell of a lot older than thirteen.
Maxine put a hand to her forehead and made a motion as if to loose her footing.
"Hey, hold on there," cautioned Glen. "You just about fell. You better lie down here on the couch, maybe. Forget about dinner. The old creep must have shaken you up pretty bad."
"No," she said. "I'd rather lie on my bed. I ... know this is silly of me to act this way."
"That's okay," he said. "Here ... uh ... maybe I better--" he felt a lump of excitement in his throat. "Maybe I better carry you."
"Oh, would you?" she sighed. "You're a doll. Please, if you don't mind doing it."
He picked her up as though she were light as a feather and whisked her down the hall. On the way there Maxine let her arms fall around his neck and didn't do a thing to keep her skirt in place. It rode up high on her legs and left hardly a place anywhere for him to hold her that wasn't naked. He felt his hand and forearm on her smooth, bare calves and when she was jostled as they turned the corner into her bedroom, his hand slid all the way to the back of her knee.
"Excuse me," he said to her, genuinely embarrassed. Although he had to admit to himself by this time that she was a prize little piece, thirteen or not, he didn't want her to think he grabbed her naked knee on purpose. But her reaction amazed him.
"That's okay," she said in a quiet little voice. "It feels good to have your hand there."
"What?" he asked, laying her down on the bed. He thought he must have misunderstood her.
"I said it felt good to have you touch me there," she said again. Her voice was still quiet but this time it was so low and sexy he didn't know what to make of her.
He stood looking down on the bed at her. She lay just as he had placed her, her slender frame loose and curvy and her legs long and limber. He had noticed her tits as soon as he laid eyes on her but now for the first time he noticed how pretty her legs were and how well proportioned she was. She was quite a stunning-looking girl, he thought, when you really looked at her.
Damn, he thought, a body like that on her and she's only thirteen. Hard to believe.
She became kittenish when Glen didn't respond after she repeated her statement.
"Lean down, Glen," she cooed. "I want to whisper something to you. In your ear."
He hesitantly leaned over and she not only put her lips to his ear but put her arms around his neck as well.
"I think you are a very handsome guy," she whispered. Before letting him go she darted her tongue into the shell of his ear.
He was astonished. Sure, it was very complimentary. And coming from her, it was downright sexy too. But how could it be? And what about her mother and all that?
Finally, he said, "Maxine, don't get me wrong but I better forget you said that. Let's forget what you said and what you just did, okay? Lots of girls your age get crushes on men old enough to be their father. That's how old I am, you know."
She was so attracted to him she decided to level with him-partway, at least.
She smiled up at him and he saw the grown-up femininity in her eyes. She was no average thirteen-year-old in body or mind.
"Listen, Glen," she said, "I gotta talk to you straight. Can I? I didn't really feel faint just now in the kitchen. It was something else. The things that pervert said to me on the phone ... you'll think I'm terrible for saying this, but the dirty things he kept talking about sort of-sort of turned me on. You know what I mean?"
He couldn't believe she was so precocious. He kept staring dumbly down at her. As she continued speaking he slowly sat down on the bed beside her, totally unprepared for her words.
"Haven't you ever done that?" she went on. "You know, get hot when you hear dirty words?"
She saw that he was obviously interested in her but that he was still very leery of her. He still didn't know what to think. And the sexy way she was lying on her back with her legs naked damned near all the way to her crotch didn't make things any easier.
She put her hand on his leg. "Listen, just because I'm thirteen you mustn't think I'm 'momma's darling little girl' that you shouldn't touch. I'm hip to everything. So relax, will you? You don't have to treat me like a little kid." She traced her hand absentmindedly up his leg as she talked.
"Even if that's true," he replied, implying some doubt he thought it was true, "how about your mom? We go together, you know. But this is crazy. I shouldn't even be thinking such things."
"I don't know why you won't believe me," she said.
"Will it help if I tell you a big secret-this isn't for Mom to know-I'm not the snow-white kid you thought I was when you walked in tonight. Glen, I'm no cherry ... I've already lost it. So you don't have to worry about being the one who busts it."
Her words were shocking him but they were also swaying his judgment. Not to mention making his cock hard inside his tight pants.
"As for Mom," Maxine went on, "what she don't know won't hurt her. If you should just happen to let your hands get a little curious on me, I'm sure not gonna tell her."
This time when she held up her arms he leaned over and accepted her into a gentle, hesitant embrace.
She sat up and fell against him, putting her lips on his neck and going on up to his ear. "Glen, listen," she said in her sexiest voice. "I know darned well you've been thinking about my boobies. You've been staring at 'em all night long. You can see 'em if you want to ... I'd love for you to look at 'em, I'm not ashamed of them. Here, wanna see what they feel like?"
She pushed her chest against him and felt their size and mass pressing through the thin material of her blouse. It was too much for any man to bear. He let his hand slide underneath and slip over the steep, smooth mound of one of her lovely tits. The feel of it naked in his palm made him start to sweat. She wriggled her torso and made it move in his hand like a live animal. She brought her mouth from his ear and let it coast down his neck, kissing him as it went. When he nervously put his other hand underneath and took her other tit in his fingers she sighed and twisted herself against him closer. The warm flesh of her tits felt like new dough in his sweaty hands.
"Ummra ... ummm, groovy," she whispered. "Your hands are so big. You're so big. I love your great big shoulders. Are you that big all over?"
"You sure got a dirty mouth for a girl-" he began.
"I know, 'for a girl my age,' and all that garbage," she interrupted. "Do my tits feel a certain age to you?" she asked. "Here," she said, placing her legs across his so that she was almost sitting in his lap, "does my ass feel a certain age?"
He was by now completely captivated by her body. And it turned him on something awful to hear her say dirty words. He still had some misgivings about the propriety of fucking around like this with Mildred's young daughter but his mind was changing fast.
She returned to her question. "So let's see if you're big all over ... here, lemme feel it through your pants." She ran her hand over the lump in his crotch and smiled broadly as she discovered how big it was. "Wow, man," she marveled, "you do have a whopper, don't you?"
For the first time, she had thoughts of him not being physically able to lay the meat to her anxious pussy. She hadn't even considered the fact that he might simply be too big to get into her cunt. She still had a lot of growing to do down there even if her tits were already big.
"Gosh, lemme get it out," she said huskily. "I promise you I'll do something real nice to it."
"Go get it, you horny little nymphet," Glen said. "You think I'm gonna stop you from dragging out my meat?"
She gave him a big smile and kissed him on the mouth. He had finally come around to her side. She gave him a few seconds of her tongue inside his mouth and then said, "Oh, wow, I knew you'd groove on me as much as I do on you once you got your hands under my clothes and feel what I've got to offer."
She eagerly worked the buttons of his fly open and snaked her hand inside his pants. She saw his face register the thrill he got when she closed her fingers over his thick shaft.
"What a nice big one you've got," she said, her voice dripping with sex. "Ummm, I'm gonna love this."
She pulled it out and gave it a few slow, lingering caresses.
"Take your pants down all the way, Glen, will you?" she asked.
"Fuckin' A," he retorted. "You cute little cunt, you've got me so damned hot I'm just sitting here letting you call the shots. I'm taking over the ball game now, honey."
He kicked off his pants all the way and turned his eyes on Maxine's lovely body. Her clothes were all messed up and she looked so sexy lying there with her hand on his cock that he couldn't have kept himself away from her if he'd tried.
"Now let's get some of these duds off your ass," he said. "You got an awful lot under there I want to see, you know it?"
She loved it that he was becoming so aggressive.
"I have?" she cried. "Fantastic! 'Cause I'm gonna show it all off to you, Glen. Everything you want. Here, let me get this darned blouse off and then I'll strip all the way naked for you. You thinking about what my pussy looks like? You're sure gonna find out as soon as I can get it naked. I'm just dying to have you finger-fuck it!"
She peeled the upper garment off over her head and for the first time he was presented with an unobstructed view of her beautiful bare tits. Keeping her hot eyes on his as she proceeded, Maxine set to work on the rest of her clothes. She had to take her hand off his cock to do it but he was so glad to finally get to see her young naked body that he didn't care at all. Her fat tits quivered solidly on her chest as she kicked off all her clothes except her panties.
She grinned at him mischievously. "I thought you might want to take these off yourself."
The hard line of her ass that filled the scanty panties drew his hands like a magnet. "I sure do," he said, sticking his fingers in the elastic at the top and stripping them off like a second skin.
She grabbed his prick again and loved it up with both hands while he drew the panties over her long legs and threw them in the corner. "Disappointed?" she teased. "Now that you can see my pussy, do you wish you were looking at a grown lady's instead of mine?"
He fit his big hand between her tight thighs. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" he grinned. "This little cunt of yours looks awfully sweet, let me tell you. It has hairs on it the very same color as your head hair. I haven't had me a cunt this young since I don't know when. Spread open, honey, here's some fingers for you."
She lay flat on her back and spread her legs as wide as they would go. She still had one hand on his prick and through her open thighs she could see his face. His expression told her he was really crazy about either what she was doing to his cock or what she was letting him do to her moist cunt.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, "you're jazzing my pussy real nice ... ummm ... keep doing it like that. Jeez, your finger is as big as some guys' cocks. Ummm ... right there ... oh ... ohhhh."
His breath was coming faster. "You better hold off, sugar, if you want any meat in your cunt. You're gonna have me spurting my nuts off before I give it to you."
"I can't help it," she said huskily. "Your prick's so big and juicy I just love to jack it off for you. It might be too big ... I never thought of that before ... think you can get it in me?"
His fingertips were busy in the moist flesh of her vestibule as he answered her. "Don't know," he gasped. "I'll be quite a bit for you to take. Those big tits of yours don't exactly match your pussy, do they? You got tits like a woman, but you got a cute, small pussy like a kid has."
She was growing terribly excited but also a bit afraid of the size of his cock. He saw it in her eyes and wanted to console her.
"Don't worry," he said, breathing hard. "If it's too big for you to take, I won't hurt you with it. I won't shove it in any farther than you can handle it."
His words comforted her. Now she was full of her usual bravado. "Never mind about it .. . you're fingering me so good that I feel hot enough to take your whole arm in!"
He swung his body over her slight frame and planted his knees on either side of her ankles. His height was so much greater than hers that if he'd have put his knees next to hers, his prick would have struck her right about the mouth instead of the cunt.
She looked up and was thrilled at the manly size of him. Soon she was going to feel his hairy chest on her plush tits and his big red knob at the entrance to her wet snatch.
He kissed her full on the mouth and she opened up for him. His tongue licked her white teeth and darted into the warmth of her mouth. When it touched her little red tongue, it sucked it like a pickle. She gave herself up to him. The hardness of his well-muscled chest pressed now on her succulent tits and made her crazy for more contact. She tore her lips away from his and begged for it.
"Can't you give it to me now?" she pleaded. "I'm dying to feel it in me, I can't wait!"
The bed rocked as he dipped his pelvis and let her outer lips feel the heft of his fat, shiny glans. He held back, just grazing the wet sex flesh with it and giving her some advance stimulation for what was to come. She started working her ass against it like a dervish.
Her forehead was covered with sweat. "Jeez," she gasped, "it ... it's not quite big enough. Darn it, my cunt's not quite big enough. I swear to God I'm throwing myself wide open as far as I can!"
"Damn it, honey," he cursed, "I don't want to split you open but I need relief like crazy. You got me going now ... I can't hold back for another fucking minute!"
"I can't either!" she cried. As she spoke she was grinding her slick pussy lips against the big head of his cock, getting as much charge from it as she could even though it wouldn't enter. "I need a pussy full of something fast... oh, gosh ... oh, gosh, I can't stand it!"
Then Glen managed to save them. He hopped off and spun around in the opposite direction, placing his face over her steaming cunt.
"This'll bring you off then, damn it to hell," he wheezed, dropping his face toward her naked muff. "But gimme the same!"
His tongue shot into her hot slit the second his face touched her. For Maxine, there was merciful momentary satisfaction for the crying needs of her hungry little cunt. But she didn't reciprocate. Glen's heavy meat hung over her face, its anguished desires still undiminished. She stared at the big organ with her heart in her mouth. She'd been eaten out by a man, but she'd never even come close to mouthing a cock for a man. Deep down, it still seemed dirty to let such a thing in her young mouth.
Glen jerked his face from her cunt just moments after he put it there. "Sonofabitch, grab it, will you!" he cried. "Get your mouth on me quick. I'm about to get my nuts off!"
"I ... I can't," she moaned. She grabbed it with both hands, hoping he'd settle for a good jacking off. "I've never sucked anyone before ... I... I can't!"
"Your pussy isn't virgin but your mouth is, huh?" he rasped. "Well tonight's the night, baby-now start sucking!"
She demurred once more but he wouldn't take no for an answer. Also, she was going crazy from losing his tongue from her cunt.
This is so dirty I'm gonna be sick, she thought frantically, but I have to do what he wants. I just have to--my pussy's burning up to have his tongue in it.
With a quick dart of her head she finally enclosed the shiny, throbbing head of his prick inside her lips. Glen immediately started tonguing her hot hole again. At first he just played around the entrance and she wondered if he was holding back on purpose because she hadn't been fast enough to suck him. The slightly salty taste of his prick wasn't as bad as she had expected. It still seemed terribly nasty to be sucking it but she kept on just the same.
She forced herself to take it inside as far as the shaft and felt him give her a little more tongue action below. Before, she'd only had his glans covered by her mouth. She realized she was going to have to put out some real honest-to-goodness cock sucking to get what she needed from him. She mentally gritted her teeth and slid her mouth farther. She felt her lips pass over the glans and touch the shaft itself. Instantly she felt his stiff, hot tongue plow deeper into her cunt.
So that's the way it is, she thought to herself. Then I gotta eat him out real good ... I just gotta!
She wormed her lips farther down his tool. Now he was giving her the same groovy action he had been at first. His tongue poked all the way to the back of her moist hole. She felt the wonderful wet heat spread like wildfire there. She was about to come.
She put both hands on his hard cock and got down to serious business on it. Throwing abandon to the winds, she sucked it hard and fast. The more she did it the less she objected to it.
Slurp slurp slurp went her young mouth. She felt spit running out the corners and down her neck all the way to her tits. He was really going to town on her cunt now. She'd finally given him the attention he needed and he was doing plenty to show his appreciation.
She grabbed one of his balls and massaged it firmly, still jerking his cock in and out of her mouth with the other hand. The sweet thrill of impending orgasm swelled hot and sharp inside her pubescent little pussy. A low moan began deep inside her throat. Glen felt the vibrations from it and a pressure built up at the base of his prick. All of a sudden he gained his release. He jerked his ass in fast, short strokes and unloaded a thick mass of hot, white sperm into her virgin mouth. His yell of pleasure was so vibrant that it rippled through her cunt like thunder and triggered the climax she hungered for so bad.
The sensation of his warm come hitting her throat gagged her at first but she recovered fast. She was getting such a thrill from her own orgasm that having a mouthful of come didn't faze her. She gulped it down and kept her mouth going on his big cock even though its stiffness was fading fast. Mercifully, he kept his lips and tongue busy inside her pussy and she felt a secondary orgasm building fast. It hit her quick and hard, almost as good as the first.
The two kept eating each other for several tempestuous minutes. Even though his hard was gone he still loved to have her working on it, and he could tell she was still coming off. She luxuriated in the intense pleasure until every last shudder had left her little cunt. Only then did she remove her mouth from his tool. He gave her a few sweet licks on the inside of her slick thighs as he pulled back, then raised his head from her aromatic young crotch.
They both lay gasping for air for several minutes, his hand idly toying with her succulent breast flesh and hers playing with the meat of his spent prick. Then she spoke. "Well," she teased, "still think I'm a sweet, innocent little girl that you have to handle with care?"
"I don't know what the hell to think about you," he laughed. "You're the damnedest little piece I ever came across. Man, if Mildred knew what her 'little girl' had in her panties, she'd never get over it. I've heard her talk about you some and she thinks of you as just an innocent little thing as dumb as most girls your age. Jesus, if she knew how well you can operate that snatch of yours it would be just too damned much. I can just see her."
"She'll never find out from me," emphasized Maxine, "that's for darned certain. Sure . . . you like to look at my naked ass and maybe give it a nice squeeze or two. But all Mom would do with it if she found out about me is raise my skirt and blister it. She's always telling me I'm still not too old to spank if the occasion ever arose."
"Speaking of Mildred," Glen said, "when is she due here, anyway? We better watch out or we'll both get caught at this. For you I guess it'd be a spanking or worse. But for me it'd be breaking up with me and not giving me any more pussy."
He grinned at Maxine and tweaked the still rosy lips of her naked pussy as he added, "Your mom does have a fine ass, you know, and she really knows how to use it. I'd hate to get cut off from having any .more swinging times with her."
"Don't worry," said Maxine. "When she works late she always calls from work just before she leaves so I can put something on the stove for her dinner. And it takes her at least thirty minutes to get here from where she works."
Just then the phone rang. It was Mildred. But Glen saw Maxine's eyes widen as she listened to her mother.
"Okay, Mom," she said, then slammed the receiver down and turned to her bedmate.
"We're in trouble," she exclaimed. "Mom called from the corner grocery this time. She'll be home in five minutes or so!"
CHAPTER NINE
Glen looked at the condition of Maxine's naked body. It was perfectly obvious to anyone that the youngster had just finished participating in a wild fuck. He leaped up from bed and started jerking his clothes on as fast as he could move his big body. She started getting into her panties and bra but he stopped her.
"Listen, stay in bed," he told her. "We'll use the obscene caller as an excuse. You look too thoroughly fucked to ever fool her otherwise. Just keep quiet and let me handle everything."
Maxine did as she was told. She scampered around the bedroom picking up her cast-off clothes, then dived underneath the sheets and lay with her eyes closed.
-Glen barely managed to have his last shoe on when Mildred hit the front door. He gave her a big hug and kiss.
Mildred smelled the food in the oven and went into the kitchen. "What happened?" she asked. "There's dinner in the oven that hasn't been touched. Didn't Maxine cook for you like I asked her to? Where is she, anyway . . . did she go over to Trudy's house and leave you here alone. What's been going-"
"Just calm down, honey," Glen told her, pushing her gently into a chair. "She's in bed. Everything's all right now."
Then he told Mildred about the obscene phone caller and how it had upset Maxine. He explained that she wasn't sick or hurt, just a little nervous about it.
Minutes later after she had visited Maxine in her bedroom, Mildred returned and served dinner to Glen. As they ate she cursed the man who had made the call.
"The dirty old bastard!" she fumed. "Talking all that filth to a child. It would have been bad enough if I'd been home to answer the phone, but to pour filth like that into a little girl's ears-a creep sonofabitch like that ought to be shot like a dog!"
She turned to Glen and added in whispers, "It doesn't surprise me that Maxine got so upset over it. You see, she's always been an especially shy little thing. I'm afraid that monster said words into her tender young ears that she's never heard before in her life. It probably embarrassed the poor little thing to death just to hear them!"
Glen chocked on the mouthful of food he was chewing and had to spit it out onto his plate to keep from gagging. Even more difficult was the attempt at keeping a straight face.
"What's wrong?" cried Mildred. "Is there a bone? I don't see how a bone got-"
"Oh, no," he broke in, recovered, " .. .it's not a bone, I just ... uh ... must have swallowed some water into my windpipe. Stupid of me. Please excuse me."
Jesus, he thought to himself, has that little harlot ever got the wool pulled over her mom's eyes!
Within an hour they were in bed together. Glen tried several times to use some subtle excuse and get out of the encounter. He was dog tired after his bout with Maxine such a short time before. But Mildred was so horny she won out. Even the idea of Maxine hearing them didn't faze her tonight. She told Glen she was sure Maxine was already asleep. "Go in and see for yourself," she offered.
Why not take advantage of an opportunity to get one more look at the kid's sexy body? He tiptoed into the bedroom as Mildred cleaned up the table. The minute he got close enough to the bed to see her curvy little shape in the dark, he was hooked. She was wearing the nightie her mom always made her wear, all right, but the way it fell open over her ripe tits made them sexier than ever. And under the cover was the trim outline of her long, slender legs. He bent over her to sneak a better look. Hell, maybe she really was asleep.
But the second he was within her reach, she snaked a hand from under the covers and grabbed him right in the crotch. She giggled and whispered from somewhere in the mass of blonde hair spread across her pillow.
"Looking for some more pussy?" she teased, maintaining her gentle hold on the front of his pants. "Take a peek in here and I'll show you what I've got to offer."
He straightened up. "You better keep quiet, you little minx," he warned, amused at her playfulness in spite of himself. "If your mom saw you make a grab for me like that, we'd both be in dutch. I gotta go back now, honey. Sleep tight."
But as he walked away from the bed, she pulled the covers to her ankles and jerked her nightie above her waist. It was fun to tease him. "Take a look!" she said in a stage whisper. "I'll have to show it off to you if you're afraid to look for yourself. See? It's nice and wet, just waiting for somebody's stiff cock."
He couldn't help stopping in his tracks to gaze at the morsel of juicy meat she displayed, 'the dim light in the room was just right for him to see her moist little lips glistening up from the center of her soft blonde curls.
"Come take a smell if you don't believe it's ready to be fucked," she giggled.
"Get your ass covered up and go to sleep, you naughty little flirt," he warned, "before I tell your mom on you." He turned and walked out of her room.
"Fat chance!" he heard her hiss behind him as he closed the door.
When he entered the kitchen Mildred said, "Well? See what I mean? She's sleeping like a log, isn't she?"
"Yeah," he replied, "just like a log. You were right."
Mildred looked down at his fly, obviously puzzled. She put her arms around him and said, "Why, Glen, you've got a big hard on!"
He hadn't counted on her being quite that observant.
"How come?" she pressed.
"Oh ... I... so I do!" he mumbled. "If you must know, Miss Curious, I was thinking about how nice it's going to be to get your clothes off and get in bed with you."
"Oh, Glen,'' she exclaimed, "you sweet man!" She threw her arms tighter around him and gave him a big kiss.
Jesus, he thought to himself, you gotta think fast around this fucking household!
As soon as they hit the bed she went down on him before he even got his shorts off.
"Let me attend to that,' she cooed. "I'll be glad to take care of those tight old shorts for you." She reached in and grabbed his prick.
"I can't wait, honey," she whispered, her breath already wafting across the head of his cock. "Here, let me bring it out through your fly ... see, you don't even have to have 'em off all the way. I can blow you just fine by just pulling out the head of it and going to town on you, you great big hunk of man!"
The next thing he knew, Mildred had her face against the front of his shorts and was using her mouth on him like she hadn't eaten enough that night for dinner.
"Ummm, go, baby," he encouraged her. "Go right ahead and lick it for me. I was really needing this."
Mildred worked industriously on his stiff shaft with her hands while her tongue caressed the fat end of it. He lay back with his hands on her tits and gave them a good going over with his fingers. She let one hand fall to his balls and milked them gently as she sucked. Then she made a move that surprised him. She poked her hand down between his legs and began playing with the puckered opening between his ass cheeks. He began to like it. Soon she was entering his asshole with her forefinger and moving it to the rhythm of her sucking mouth.
"Hey, something new, huh, baby?" he groaned.
Without taking her mouth off his prick, she rolled her eyes up and met his. It was obvious she meant the asshole business as something extra. She nodded her head as she sucked.
Both his hands were on her tits. She took one and pushed it between her legs. He toyed with her clit for a short time but that wasn't what she wanted. She took hold of it and pressed it on through her thighs. He felt his fingers being pushed between the firm globes of her ass. So that's what she wanted-the same thing she was giving him!
Not many women in Glen's life had ever liked to fool around with assholes. Whenever he found one who did, it got him very excited.
"Want some of that brown-hole stuff, huh, Milly?" he said, his voice deepening with passion. "You're sure gonna get it then. I love that kind of shit, but I didn't know you did." He stuck his finger up her ass and felt her settle backwards on it with obvious enjoyment.
"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed, exhaling with pleasure. The force of her breath added a new dimension to the blow job she was putting out.
Their double rhythm sent hot waves of enjoyment through their genitals and flooded their whole bodies with excitement. She jammed her ass back and forth on his finger with increasing urgency. Taking her lead, he responded the same way to her. Soon his butt was rocking against the bed with the same driving power. Now he could see her face again-at least when her flying hair permitted him to. He saw that her forehead and cheeks were streaming with sweat and her eyes were closed. From time to time he could clearly view her luscious mouth sliding back and forth over the head of his hot, rock-stiff tool. She had him awfully close to climax, she believed. Now was the time to encourage what she wanted from him. She suddenly jerked her mouth off his cock and did a little U turn in bed, leaving his prick pointed straight at the center of her ass.
I hope he likes to give a girl a little up the asshole, Mildred thought to herself. I'd sure go for having his big cock up me back there. My asshole's so hot I can barely feel the difference between it and my cunt crack ... here it comes, I think!
Mildred got her wish. The sight of having her brazenly shift her position had him hot as a firecracker. When he saw her plump ass slide in front of his prick he could hardly wait to use it on her.
"Shit, Milly," he cried, "you shoulda told me before you went for this. I could fuck you in the ass till I went blind!"
"Oh, damn," she yelled, "I can feel you knocking at my back door right now. Shove it in, lover-I need it bad back there!"
Glen had his sturdy missile aimed straight for her even as she egged him on. Before she had hardly shut her mouth, he bucked forward and slammed it in her.
"Ooooooh!" she groaned.
He hit his stride fast, increasing his thrusts in both speed and depth of penetration.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch as he crammed the meat to her.
In her new position he could see her big tits jiggling against the bed like a pair of fine melons. He reached around her ass and took a nice handful of tit, still prodding his cock up her ass as he did so. He set his other hand on the small of her back for traction and began throwing the meat to her like a bull.
"Oh, Jesus," she yelled. "Oh, my God, you're splitting me open . . . you're ... oh, damn . .. you're breaking my ass like a cantaloupe-but I love every fucking minute of it!"
"Take it, baby!" he yelled. "Take my prick in all the way to your tonsils . . . take this ... and this ... and this!"
She was sweating like a horse. Her tit felt like a heavy greased beach ball in his palm. He felt his come boiling up fast.
"Here it comes, honey," he groaned. "You better be ready for it. Oh, Jesus, you better be ready for it! I'm gonna shoot you full of it . . . full of it ... oh ... oh .. . oooh!"
He sent a stream of hot come spewing up her ass that set her off like a bomb. An explosion wracked her cunt that made her whimper like a puppy and root her face into the bed sheet. She lay spread-eagled on her stomach and enjoyed the sensuous feel of his cock growing limp in her asshole. Finally it got so short it came out. She felt a trail of sperm along the upper backs of her thighs as Glen rolled off her body and flopped on his back. She turned on her side and grasped his spent, come-wet cock in her fingers. She lowered her head to his groin and kissed the damp little animal with her lips in one last gesture of affection before they both drifted off to sleep.
The next morning when the alarm clock went off, Glen didn't want to get up. When he complained about it she reminded him they couldn't let Maxine know he had spent the night there. From what he now knew about the girl, it was a big waste of energy to hide the fact he was fucking her mother. She already knew it and didn't give a damn. But he had to keep up appearances to Mildred. As he stumbled into his clothes, still quite sleepy-eyed, she spoke to him.
"Some people don't have to worry about waking up together in the morning," she said archly. "They get married."
The word snapped Glen wide awake. "Now, now," he answered lightly, "you wouldn't want to do anything that serious, would you?" He was afraid that her little suggestion was only half in jest and wanted to squelch the idea before things got out of hand.
"Get out of here, you big lug," she said. "Don't worry. I wouldn't have you even if you wanted to.
There are a few other guys I'd have to quit seeing if I was married."
She turned over and went back to sleep. He thought she was pulling his leg but her words made him think as he sneaked out the door. Did she have other lovers? He shouldn't be jealous, since he also had other women on the string. But he found himself being so. The thought of some other man stripping Mildred's clothes off and getting to see those fine big tits and ass of hers was pretty disconcerting. Then he thought of her lying on her back and throwing her legs open for some guy to slide his prick between.
The bitch, he thought to himself, I wonder if she bares that juicy cunt of hers for a bunch of other guys?
He drove away with the idea still on his mind. To take his mind off her, he began thinking of a girl he'd just met near his office. She was tall and thin, slimmer than Mildred and a few years younger. I sure would like to get into that babe's panties and see what kind of cunt she's got on her, he thought to himself. I bet she's a horny bitch. Wonder what it would feel like to have them long, skinny legs of hers wrapped around my ass. Whew! He guided the car onto a freeway ramp and found he'd given himself a big hard-on.
Back at the Lester household, Maxine was just getting up and getting ready for school. She felt great. The memory of being licked and sucked off by Glenn was still strong in her mind. She pranced into the bathroom, removed her nightie, and hopped into the shower. As soon as the warm water hit her smooth naked skin she felt life flow into her veins. She spread her legs and gave her pussy and asshole a thorough washing, her plump tits jouncing solidly on her chest as she moved.
She turned her face to the shower and let her mouth fill with water. There was an especially bad taste there. She was reminded at once of the new thing she had done with Glen. "Yech!" she said aloud, spitting out a thick stream of water and filling her mouth again. "Wow, how could I ever have taken that big dirty cock of his into my mouth?"
She washed herself thoroughly and watched vainly as the water flowed over the high-set points of her fully packed tits. The warm temperature of the cascading stream made her nipples relax from their usual tautness and spread, almost losing themselves in the rosy circles of the surrounding areolas. The thought of having Glen's prick in her mouth was still with her. The idea of doing it still seemed terribly nasty and remembering how wantonly she did it made her face flush with blood. But there was another feeling, too. A feeling she kept pushing, not very successfully, from her mind. It had felt awfully good to have her mouth full of the filthy thing ... so good that it made her pussy tingle just to remember the act. It had been so big in there, with her tongue worming around it... so big and juicy.
She turned off the water, toweled off her tanned skin, then dried her hair. She brushed it dry, took one last look at the naked curves of her body, then returned to her bedroom. She took a clean pair of panties from her drawer and stepped into them in the middle of the room. One ankle got caught and made her stagger sideways a couple of steps before she got control. She giggled and grinned at herself in the mirror, finally pulling the sheer undergarments tight on her firm bottom. She did a little step and watched how the sheer material clung to her plump ass and the full swell of her cunt.
A wicked thought assailed her. As she got into her bra, she thought of the girls in her class who had nothing to fill one with yet. They didn't have to struggle with one every morning and could come to school with their still-undeveloped titties demurely concealed under nothing more than their blouses. But what if they wore no panties? Some of the high school girls, she knew, were permitted by their mothers not to wear bras no matter how big their tits were-but every girl she knew wore panties. Of course, most of the ones in her class had little more to cover up than two plump ridges of tender flesh with a slit down the center. But a few, like she, had curls of hair on their quims. How would it be if a girl with hairs on her pussy left off her panties some day at school ?
Then the boys would really get a thrill when the skirt blew in the wind or happened to ride up high enough when she bent over. Maxine thought of how the boys at school always tried to sneak a look up her skirt even though they were the same ones who kidded her unmercifully about the size of her precocious jugs. She giggled to herself as she finished dressing. If they ever got a shot up some girl's dress and saw a nest of hair there, they'd probably freak out. And as for the older boys around school-or the ones at the high school a few blocks away-they would probably get a big stiff from it. As she ate breakfast with her mother, she found the idea still in her mischievous brain.
"Don't forget, honey," Mildred reminded her daughter. "Today's the day you go to try out for the modeling job. You do whatever he says, now, and be courteous and nice. If you could get that job it'd help out quite a bit here."
She promised she would. But if Mildred had been at all aware of Mr. Blevins' real purpose for setting up the session, she would have never allowed her innocent little girl to go there-much less have told to do "whatever he says."
Mildred left for work immediately after breakfast but Maxine had one more little detail to attend to before she set out for school. The idea that had occupied her mind all through breakfast was about to be acted on. She picked up her school books from the living room table, but instead of heading out the front door for school, she made a detour into her bedroom. It only took a few seconds. Without even removing any other clothes, she raised her miniskirt and slipped off her panties. She lifted her dainty ankles through the leg holes and tossed the scanty little things back into her dresser drawer. She giggled to herself and did a pirouette as she passed the big mirror. What fun! she thought to herself. You can't tell any difference at all just from looking at the outside of my clothes. But anybody that gets a glance high enough up my skirt will sure notice something different.
She left for school then. As she walked down the street the sensation of fresh air circulating past her naked pussy was exhilarating. She smiled to herself as the breeze wafted through her soft blonde curls. It was fun to have such a naughty secret with no one else on the street suspecting anything. It wasn't like going without a brassiere. When you did that, everyone could tell by just looking closely enough at the way your tits stuck out against your blouse. Leaving off your panties was quite different. Nobody but the girl who was doing it could guess what was happening.
At school she went through the entire morning with no one aware of the delicious secret she kept to herself underneath her skirt. And the feeling of freedom was exciting. Besides feeling the air circulate past the sensitive surface of her naked little cunt, there was quite a difference in the way the seats felt. Every once in a while she would have to change positions to keep her slightly moist ass from sticking to the wood. Once in a while if she leaned forward with her elbows on the desk, even the pouting flesh of the hairy quim itself would get plastered to the seat. And when that happened, the sensation produced when she gingerly raised her bottom made a little shiver go up her spine.
At the office, Mildred's phone rang and she found Mr. Blevins on the line. He reminded her about the after-school appointment with Maxine and Mildred eagerly confirmed it. She was sending a taxi for her, she told him, to make sure she'd be there on time. He was quite pleased and said if it proved at all possible, he'd try to work her into the modeling position.
"Oh, you do remember," he added, "that I-we'll need her to model mostly underwear?"
"Yes," Mildred acknowledged, "you mentioned that. I don't think Maxine will have any trouble doing it. And of course I don't mind. I'm sure you have a completely private place in the studio for her to change in and out of her things."
"Oh, of course," assured Mr. Blevins. "We'll make sure she has a completely private place to disrobe between changes."
Mildred had a bit of a second thought.
"How many people will there be around there?" she asked him. "I suppose a few technicians have to be on hand to take care of the lights and cameras. But I hope there won't have to be too many there. I mean, Maxine's not a youngster that's overly shy. But still . .. you know how a little girl might feel wearing nothing but undies. Especially since I won't be there."
Her misgivings about the situation gave Mr. Blevins a great idea. He spoke up at once. "Of course I understand your concern," he said. "Listen, here's what I'll do. Since it's her first time at this and she's so young, I won't even use the crew. Cameras aren't necessary for me to get an idea how she will work out. I'll let the crew go and make sure-for her benefit-that there's no one there but me. I'll have her do walk-throughs in the articles I need her to model with no one seeing her except me."
"Oh, would you, Mr. Blevins?" said Mildred. "That's very thoughtful of you. I know it's extra trouble."
"No problem," he replied.
Mildred hung up the phone, feeling much better.
And so, for quite a different reason, did Mr. Blevins. He hadn't planned to have anyone else present anyway but he hadn't figured out a way to explain things afterwards to Mildred. She had now provided him with a perfect excuse herself.
He leaned back from his desk and put his hands behind his head. Swiveling from side to side as he dreamed with relish of what pleasure he'd soon have. It would be so great to be able to see the sexy young thing in the scanties he'd provide her with. He had everything planned perfectly. He would sit in the director's chair in the darkness and have her come out under the lights in outfit after outfit. He'd easily be able to open his fly and get his hands on himself without her suspecting a thing. Anything else that transpired depended on how she reacted. If she proved tractable enough, and if certain minor adjustments became necessary on the garments she was wearing....
He felt his old prick swell in his pants at the thought of getting his hands on the girl's lovely naked skin. It would be awfully arousing just to be able to touch her arms, neck, or maybe her ribs. As for anything else-well! He visualized the way Maxine had looked a couple of years before at the company picnic. He had certainly noticed her then, but there had been no way at all to gain access to her at the time. He recalled with great clarity how her darling little titties had already begun to bud. Now, two years later, the girl would undoubtedly be more provocative than ever. He grinned evilly to himself and pictured the youngster half naked in the undies he had waiting for her.
That afternoon at school, Maxine sat in class with her unpantied little ass on the warm wood of her classroom seat. No one had noticed her secret all day to the best of her knowledge. She felt awfully saucy about it. Maybe it was time to give chance a helping hand. Idly, feigning complete concentration on a book, she crossed her legs. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw two or three boys take notice and gaze admiringly at her pretty, tanned long legs. But that was commonplace. She had something more daring in mind.
With her nose still in the book, she nonchalantly touched a fingernail to her thigh and scratched it lightly. She saw all the eyes on her as she did it. She let her hand fall between her legs and scratched herself on the inner side of her thigh, then raised her hand again to the desk. The motion only took seconds, but she saw the boys swallow hard and stare longingly at her legs. Now that she had their attention she was ready to really give them something to look at.
She switched legs, crossing a well-turned ankle over the top of her thigh, and allowed the hem of her skirt to stay high on her upper thigh. That oughta do it, she thought to herself. That oughta give 'em a nice shot of beaver.
She saw one boy's eyes bug out. The other boy almost wrenched his neck out of joint. Both gazed at her crotch with unswerving attention, at the same time trying to keep anyone else in the classroom from seeing what, they were doing. Maxine was so amused she had to work hard to keep herself from giggling out loud. She began rocking one leg, as people do out of idle habit. She felt the air circulate through her naked cunt hairs and knew the boys could see now even better than before. One got so caught up in watching her that she saw his tongue slip from his mouth and lick his lips.
At that moment she noticed another onlooker that surprised her very much. Besides the two boys that had a dead shot on her hairy crotch, she saw, one the other side of the aisle, a girl looking at her. It was her friend, Trudy! Oh well, she thought, it doesn't matter if a girl sees. I don't have anything down there that she doesn't have. Except maybe lots more pussy hair.
She assumed Trudy would simply think it was funny and then turn back to her book. But this didn't happen at all. To Maxine's great surprise, her little brunette friend stared at her naked cunt with every bit as much apparent interest as the two boys!
Hmmm, she thought, that's weird. But she didn't think too much more about it. She sat there with her leg limberly rocking for a few more minutes, getting a big kick out of watching the boys' reaction. When she happened to glance back in Trudy's direction, she saw that the girl still had her eyes trained straight between her legs. But there was something more. The expression in Trudy's dark eyes was what caught Maxine's attention. She seemed to be looking at her with the same kind of glassy gaze as the boys. If it hadn't been for Trudy being a girl, Maxine would have thought she was actually getting a little turned on by it. Strange, she thought, but even though she had no explanation for it she didn't concern herself with further thoughts about any possible reason.
When the bell rang for the next class, Trudy caught up with her and put her mouth to Maxine's ear. "Hey, you better watch out," she whispered excitedly. "Did you know you're not wearing any panties?"
"Yeah," replied Maxine in a quiet voice, "but I was hoping nobody would notice. I was in such a hurry when I left home this morning I ran off without any." She didn't feel up to admitting the real reason for the omission of the important undergarment. "I thought I saw you looking at me real funny during class," Maxine continued. "But I wasn't sure if you could tell what I'd done."
At first Trudy's eyes narrowed and she seemed a little scared that Maxine had caught her looking. Then her face softened and she gave a little laugh. "Yeah," she admitted, "I guess I was looking at you kind of funny."
She didn't elaborate on the remark but Maxine had the feeling there was more she could have said. "Thanks for telling me," she told Trudy. "Guess I better be more careful with my legs if I want to keep anyone else from getting a peek."
"Doesn't it get kind of ... uh ... kind of sticky and uncomfortable when your naked skin touches the seat?" asked Trudy.
"A little bit," replied Maxine. "But there's one thing good about it. The air comes between my legs and makes my pussy feel real breezy when I walk."
"Yeah?" said Trudy, her eyes sparkling. "Really? Wow ... seems like that would be kind of groovy!"
"It is," said Maxine. "Ha ha ... maybe I'll do it on purpose sometime. You ought to try it too. As long as you keep your skirt down and watch how you sit, nobody can tell you don't have any on."
"Jeez," exclaimed Trudy. "I'd be afraid to do it. Those darned old boys would probably notice it. I sure wouldn't want them looking up my dress and seeing everything I've got."
Before the last class of the day, Trudy caught up with Maxine in the hall again. "There's something I meant to ask you," she said. "Could you stay over night with me this weekend? We've never done that. I already asked my mom and she says it's okay."
"Oh, thanks," said Maxine. "That would be fun. I'm not sure if I can or not but I think there's a good chance. I'll ask Mom tonight when I go home and call you Saturday morning."
"Groovy!" exclaimed Trudy. "I'll be waiting for you to call. Hope your mom'll let you."
And she was off down the hall. As Maxine walked toward the exit where the cab was supposed to be waiting she started thinking. Could Trudy's invitation to stay overnight at her place have anything to do with the way she was looking at her in class? No, that was silly. What would be the connection? But she still felt a bit curious about it.
The cab was waiting and she was at the company where her mother worked within minutes. She was ushered into Mr. Blevins' office and found him sitting behind a huge mahogany desk. He rose and graciously greeted her, then asked her to have a seat. He was older than she expected, with white hair and a considerable paunch. But the thing most noticeable about him was his eyes ... but not their color or appearance. Although he seemed to be trying to hide the fact, those black, piggy little eyes were taking every opportunity to peer right up Maxine's short skirt!
CHAPTER TEN
Maxine sat in front of Mr. Blevins with her tanned, slender legs carefully pressed together. It was one thing to have a boy her age or a good-looking man try to shoot a little beaver, but it made her feel icky to think a man old enough to be her grandfather would try it.
He was very congenial and explained what they would do to establish whether she'd work out as a model. They would go to the photo studio and he would show her the clothes he wanted her to wear. In spite of her unfavorable impression of him, she smiled brightly and was as courteous as possible. She was keeping in mind what her mother had told her about the importance of landing the part-time job there.
Inside the studio he closed the door and turned the lock. When she inquired why he had locked the door he was only too happy to explain the reason for it. "Well, honey," he replied, "since you're going to be wearing quite a bit less in here than you have on right now, we don't want just anyone who happens by to be able to step in and see you, do we?"
She shook her head from side to side.
Mr. Blevins knelt beside her and put his arm over her shoulders. "I know you may be a little nervous, Maxine," he said understandingly, "about doing this modeling. It's natural for a young girl like you to be a bit skittish about appearing in front of someone she doesn't know ... when she's not wearing quite all of her clothes, especially. Let me assure you that no one else will come in here and see you. You just do what I tell you and we're going to get along just fine."
I'll bet! Maxine thought to herself.
He told her to go into the dressing room and remove her clothes. She'd find the things he wanted her to model for him lying out ready for her to slip into. He would remain outside and take notes about his impressions of her suitability as she came out in each successive change of outfit. She was to walk to the center of the floodlit area, turn slowly so he could see how she looked from behind in the garment, then turn facing him again until he asked her to don the next outfit.
As she walked briskly into the dressing room he called out, "Oh, be sure and take all your clothes off, honey. Even your little under things. Most of the outfits I need you to model are various sets of undies, so you'll need to take your own off."
"Okay," she replied obediently as she entered the dressing room, "I will, Mr. Blevins." She grinned to herself as she closed the door and raised her skirt. She wondered what he would do if he knew she wasn't even wearing any panties to take off-only a brassiere.
Outside he waited with damp brow for her to return. He was so greedy about seeing everything possible that he thought seriously about installing a peep hole in the dressing room before she was due to arrive. But he was afraid he couldn't do it without attracting attention.
Maxine emerged from the room and walked toward the spot-lit area. "They have numbers on the tags," she commented. "You want me to put this 'number one' on first and then so on, down the line?"
He said that was right.
The outfit Maxine wore was a light green nightgown that came all the way to the floor. It was one piece, so she hadn't bothered to put any panties on under it. She made the moves he had explained to her, winding up with her front toward him. "That what you want?" she asked.
"Yes, honey, that's fine," he answered. "The pictures we'll want of you later for our company's catalogue will show you in one of the positions or another."
He dismissed her and she went back to put on number two. Maybe he wasn't as much of an old lecher as he appeared to be, she decided. The first run-through hadn't been anything but strictly business. But the number two outfit was quite a bit more revealing. It was a pastel blue shorty nightgown with full half sleeves and a saucy bow below the breasts. She came out and walked gracefully to the spot as before, made the turn and stopped before him. This time she saw that he was scrutinizing her closer.
"Let's see the back again," he said.
She dutifully" turned and presented her posterior to him. It made her feel sort of sexy to be parading like this in front of a man with all these bedroom-type clothes on. Too bad it wasn't some young, good-looking guy watching her do it, she thought.
"Step over here a minute, honey," he said.
She backed toward him and felt his hand on her hip. He moved it up the side of the bodice.
"Isn't this outfit a little tight for you?" he asked. "I'm thinking there may be an error in the design of it."
"Not where you're touching," she replied, "but it is pretty tight in front."
"In front?" he repeated. "Let's see ... turn around ... that's the way. I could tell it wasn't fitting you somehow or another."
Now she faced him with the perky points of her tits poking up from beneath the diaphanous, nearly trans parent material. She kept her face completely passive although she could see that he was quite attracted to her curvaceous figure.
"You mean right here?" he asked, "... right here across your ... uh ... bosom?"
"Yes," she innocently answered, "right there." It was all she could do to keep from laughing at the language he used. She didn't know which was more amusing-the way he stared at her body or the self-conscious way he talked about it.
He fluttered his fingers across the tight swell of the material over her bulging tits and she stood as innocent as a lamb. She could see a few beads of sweat on his brow. His eyes told her he was dying to press his fingertips to the skimpy little garment and at least feel what those nice jugs of hers felt like from the outside, but she could see he hadn't yet quite built enough confidence to try it.
"Hmmm, yes, I'll have to make a note of that for the cutting department," he mumbled.
The number three outfit was plain old panties and bra. It wasn't even supposed to be worn to bed-it was a regular set of underwear for a girl to wear under her clothes. When she stepped under the light he could hardly keep his eyes from bulging from their sockets. The panties, pale yellow in color, fit the firm curve of her young ass like a second skin. And the pale yellow brassiere, although not low cut, showed up every square inch of her ripe tits because of the soft, porous, sheer material.
"Mr. Blevins, what do you think so far?" she asked as she made her turn and gracefully showed him her front. "Can you tell yet if I'll be okay for the job?"
Her question took him by surprise. She was being so cooperative he was getting the idea he might be able to do a lot more than he had been. "Well, you're doing just fine so far," he said. "Some young girls become very embarrassed, you know, when they wear nothing but undies in front of a man. Even if he's just a photographer or a ... a program director like I am. But that part doesn't seem to bother you too much."
"Gee, no," she replied softly. "It doesn't bother me any. I mean it's just to model the clothes, right? I mean, you don't even notice very much what I'm like underneath them, do you?"
He felt his prick begin to rise. The kid might be much easier than he thought. "Why, yes," he quickly responded. "Yes, that's exactly right, Maxine. The only thing we're interested in ... heh heh ... is the clothes."
"I have to admit one thing though," she said shyly. "Wearing this outfit is a little embarrassing for me. I mean at least the first two were things you wear in the house in privacy, you know. But jeez ... this is just a regular panty-and-bra outfit like I wear every day under my clothes to school. To tell you the truth, I feel sorta like I'm parading around in front of you in my own undies." Her face turned crimson.
The effect on him was like a powerful aphrodisiac. His ancient cock stiffened under his pants and sweat popped out on his cheeks and above his upper lip. "Heh heh ... yes," he nervously acknowledged. "I ... I guess it must seem kind of naughty to you."
She took a step toward him as she completed her turn and stopped before him. "It does," she said. "It does seem naughty. It seems worse than that, actually. It seems nasty to me. I mean, to let you see me in nothing but a pair of panties and bra ... heck, I don't even ever let my boyfriend see me like this. My mom would spank my little butt for me if I even thought of it."
The sight of her sexy adolescent curves covered only by the scanty undies was too much for Mr. Blevins. "Step over here a minute, honey," he said. "Does that little bra feel entirely comfortable to you?"
She was within arm's reach now. "You never did say for sure if I'm going to get the job," she whined. "Am I, Mr. Blevins, or not?"
"Yes, honey," he told her, his voice acquiring an edge of urgency. "Of course you are. It's settled. Now let me examine this bra."
"It does feel just a little tight," she said, allowing him to touch her under the arms where the strap crossed. "How could you tell?"
"Because I've been paying close attention to those tits of yours ever since you got here," he said, surprising her with his language.
She feigned shock. "Mr. Blevins!" she cried. "What are you doing to me? You ... you're putting your hands all over the bra, not just on the tight straps!"
"That's not all, you sweet little nymphet," he exclaimed, putting his hand on her ass and drawing her between his legs. "I'm going to put my hands under it too, in there where those sweet tits of your are hiding. If you want this job you'll keep your mouth shut to your mom, too, do you hear?"
His new aggressiveness made her look at him in a new way. He became more attractive to her. But still she pretended innocence in order to support his early impression of her and keep the job on ice.
"I ... I won't, Mr. Blevins," she said, acting frightened. "But please don't hurt me. I've never had anybody do things like this to me. Oh, this is awful!"
"I won't hurt you. I'm gonna make you feel good," he said, slipping his hands under the cups of her bra.
He forced the cups up with the back of his hands and she felt the strap pop behind her. The bra fell to the floor. He massaged his wrinkled hands greedily into the proud flesh of her exposed tits. He unzipped his pants and told her to look. He asked her if she'd ever seen one before and she lied that she hadn't. He made her put her fingers around it.
Shit, she thought, the old bastard's digging what he's doing so much it almost makes me horny just front watching him. I'm gonna give him a good time.
"Oh ... oh, Mr. Blevins," she cried. "Putting my hand on your thing makes me feel so funny between the legs. What... what's happening to me, anyway?"
The sweat was pouring off his brow. "Your little cunt's getting hot, sugar, that's what's happening to you. Jesus Christ, you're a pure little virgin who doesn't know a damned thing about her body, aren't you? Well, I'm gonna show you, honey. Lie down!"
She let him guide her onto the floor and he stripped off her panties with trembling hands. She kept her hand on his cock, barely fooling with it as though she'd never touched one before in her life. When the golden nest of her cunt was naked before his eyes he got down on his knees.
"Oh, my God," he wailed, "this is too much for an old man's heart. You're so cute and sexy under your clothes you're gonna kill me dead, you know it? You know what else? I don't give a good goddamn!"
He put his face on the flat surface of her tanned stomach and wallowed there like an animal. He made sounds in his throat that disgusted her. Yet some perverse part of her sensual young soul liked what he was doing to her, loved it. He worked his slobbering lips to the base of her tits and she wiggled her ass on the floor in ecstasy.
"Mr. Blevins," she crooned in his ear. "My ... my pussy-it's all wet. All wet and itchy!"
His response was a groan and a stream of mad mumbling she could barely make out.
"Ummmm, yes," he babbled. "That little pussy needs it... oh shit ... you pretty young sexpot... that pussy ... those legs to be fucking .. . umm ummm ... in there where it's juicy . .. fingering you, frigging your clit for you ... have you spread open and lemme feel you all over ... lick that hot pussy juice off your legs ... your mouth on me, your fat little tits all over my face ... oh, my God ... fucking your young cunt for you ... fucking you and looking at your naked twat and titties ... oh, my God, oh, my God!"
She wrapped her childish legs around him, strangely womanish in their length and curves, then pushed her cunt off the floor into the stiff monster sticking from his fly. The old man mashed the head of his heated organ against the fresh, juicy meat of her young cunt. She spread wide and let him know she needed it. He pressed it in. She yelped like a pup and pushed her tits into his face. He powered it on inside her, mumbling and gibbering as he did so, and she fairly steamed from the pleasure of feeling it slide across her plushy cunt walls.
"I ... I hate you for making me do this nasty stuff," she gasped. "I hate you for making me want to be fucked. But I sure do want to ... oh, man, I sure do want to be fucked. Oh, fuck me, Mr. Blevins . .. stick your old prick in deep and let me have ... that's the way ... oh, that's the way ... fuck it hard!"
The man was going crazy. His heart was pounding so hard he seriously thought every breath might be his last. Finally he gave one last surge into her hot young cunt and got his nuts off. He was so tired he didn't make a sound, just folded over and lay on the floor.
The old creep, thought Maxine to herself, her pussy throbbing and her tits drenched with sweat, he came before I was ready! She rolled onto her side and jammed her fingers into her red-hot slit, then jacked herself off till she got her cookies. She had such a good start that once she hit her peak she was able, by industriously frigging herself, to bring herself off two more times. Then she flopped onto her ass and lay panting and sweating in the rosy afterglow.
She hopped up and ran into the dressing room after a few minutes, leaving Mr. Blevins to recuperate as best he could. She found a small bathroom off the narrow hall behind the room and showered off. Then she dressed and went back to where Mr. Blevins was lying. It appeared he hadn't moved a muscle.
"When's the next time I'm supposed to come model things, Mr. Blevins?" she chirped brightly, as though nothing had happened. "And when do I get my first paycheck, huh?"
"I'll talk to you about it next week," he said weakly, and covered his eyes with his forearm.
"Hump!" she snorted. She turned on her heel, went back to the dressing room and grabbed two pairs of new panties. One she stepped into and wore and the other she stuffed between her school books. The old bastard can go to hell, she thought to herself as she walked out and slammed the door behind her. I have a good notion to tell Mom he raped me. No, I won't do that, I guess. But I won't take the model job, either. I couldn't stand to be around him very long.
When she got home there was a note from her mother saying that she had gone with Glen for a weekend on the lake. Trudy had called to ask if Maxine could spend Saturday night at her house and she gave her permission for it.
Friday night Maxine slept like a log. The next day she cleaned up her room some and ironed a few clothes. She looked forward to the night. It would be fun to spend the time overnight at Trudy's house.
During the day Trudy called to make sure and Maxine confirmed she'd be there. At seven o'clock she showed up at her front door with an overnight case and a smile on her face.
"Isn't it great!" exclaimed Trudy. "My folks are gone and we've got the place to ourselves."
Maxine eagerly agreed. They watched television for several hours and ate a big late dinner. Maxine started talking about boys a few times but Trudy never quite seemed interested. Maybe she wasn't old enough yet, Maxine decided.
"Wanna take a shower?" Trudy asked.
"Well, I'm already real clean," replied Maxine. "but I think I would like to take one. You know, just for the feel of it."
"Groovy," said Trudy. "Me too!"
They headed for the bathroom and Maxine had herself half stripped before she realized Trudy was still fully dressed.
"Aren't you gonna join me?" she asked Trudy.
"Sure you don't care?" said Trudy.
"Of course not," replied Maxine. "Why would I care?"
"Well," answered Trudy, "we've just got the one shower stall. You know, we'd be naked together in it and all."
"Heck, that's okay," reassured Maxine. "We're both girls, aren't we?"
Trudy shook her head and grinned. She started stripping. Maxine watched her slip out of her clothes. When she was down to her panties, Maxine was able to get her first good look at her friends tits. They'd never seen each other completely naked before. Although Trudy's were much smaller, of course, than hers, Maxine saw that they were very firm and had a saucy, pointed shape to them. They were about the size of very small lemons, with the nipple sticking out pert and stiff on each. Then Trudy stepped out of her panties and Maxine saw that she had a tiny bunch of hairs around the top of her pussy. They were soft and coal black. There couldn't have been more than fifteen or twenty of them.
She stepped into the shower stall ahead of her little friend. "Remember once last year when we were talking about growing up?" Maxine asked. "You said you didn't have any hair on your pussy yet. What's all that stuff between your legs then, anyway?"
Trudy grinned. She seemed pleased that Maxine had noticed. "Yeah, but that was a long time ago," she said. "I've grown some since then. Looks like you've grown quite a bit too."
"No, I've had hairs on my pussy for a long time," said Maxine. "It hasn't changed much."
"I don't mean that part of your body," said Trudy.
Maxine realized Trudy was looking at her big naked tits. They turned on the water as she answered her. "Oh, my jugs?" she said. "Yeah, they still seem to be growing. You know, they've always been kinda big."
Trudy asked her to soap her back for her. Maxine took the soap and applied a thick blanket of the white lather. Afterwards Trudy asked if she wanted the same done to her and almost before Maxine answered her, she felt the warm pressure of two eager hands on her back. Before it was over, Trudy even managed to lather up the sides of her rib cage and touch her tits a little. "Oops," she said, making a joke of it.
When they were through they dried each other's backs. Again Trudy reached farther than necessary and rubbed her busy hands over Maxine's tits several times. "When they're warm, the nipples almost disappear," she remarked, looking at Maxine's tits. "So do mine. I guess I'm dumb... I didn't know anyone else's did that!"
Maxine grinned good-naturedly and they headed for the bedroom. Trudy seemed a bit embarrassed there was only one bed. Maxine said, "That's okay. One bed's all I have in my bedroom too. It's a double bed. There's plenty of room for both of us."
They climbed in and doused the light. Lying in the dark together made Maxine feel relaxed and peaceful. She began talking about personal things in her life. She came very quickly to what had become her central problem-being a thirteen-year-old girl with such big tits. Although she didn't tell Trudy all the details, she admitted to her that she had lost her cherry and let more than one man fuck her. She began to get a little despondent. All men seemed to care about was the size of her knockers, she said. She said she would like to find a guy who would really be in love with her. Closeness was what she wanted, she said.
Trudy had been listening intently without speaking. Now she said, "Listen, Maxine, I don't know how you feel about me-but you're my best friend. My very best. That's closeness, isn't it?"
She was really being sweet, Maxine realized, and she appreciated it. But even the deepest friendship with another girl couldn't satisfy her craving for a love affair with a boy. She told Trudy so. Then she heard her little brunette friend sigh and turn over facing the wall.
"Good night, sweet dreams," she said to Maxine. Maxine bid her the same, then tried to go to sleep. After a long time she felt the bed begin to move. It was very light, like a trembling. But it was regular as clockwork. Then in a flash, she realized what it was. It was Trudy-and she was obviously playing with herself! She had evidently waited until she thought Maxine was safely asleep and then started working on herself between her legs.
So she does frig herself, Maxine thought. She had suspected as much for a long time. She'd never been in the presence of anyone else playing with themselves before. It was kind of strange. But very soon Maxine began to experience a very different feeling. It was ... very sexy to be in the same bed with a person doing it to herself. She sensed her face was turning red in the dark. She knew very well that it was dirty to have such thoughts about another member of your own sex. The more she lay still beside Trudy as she masturbated, the more restless she became. She simply had to do something. At least speak up and tell Trudy she didn't have to hide what she was doing.
"Trudy, listen," she said, "I know what you're doing to yourself. But you don't have to hide it from me. I do it too, when I'm home in my bed and I get all worked up over something. Jeez, a girl's gotta get relief, doesn't she?"
Trudy stopped immediately upon hearing Maxine's voice. She had thought Maxine was about to tell her how nasty she was being. But when her words took such a different course, Trudy knew she didn't have to worry about being criticized for it. For a few minutes neither girl made a sound
Then Maxine asked if Trudy hadn't heard what she said. "Go on and diddle yourself like you were doing before," she urged. "It doesn't bother me any. And I won't tell anybody, either."
Finally Trudy spoke. "You're groovy to admit you do it too," she said. "But I'm doing it for a different reason than you do it for. I... I'm afraid you don't understand."
Maxine rolled closer to her so she could hear Trudy's voice, which was fading out. It was clear she didn't want to talk about it, but Maxine couldn't understand why. Trudy said a few more words, this time so muffled it was impossible to tell what she said. Maxine leaned over her bedmate's body and found she had her face buried in the pillow. She put her hand on Trudy's shoulder and said, "What? I couldn't hear you. You've got to tell me. Why won't you talk to me?"
Trudy turned her face up and took Maxine completely by surprise as she threw her arms around her neck and hugged her. She buried her face in Maxine's thick blonde hair as she talked. "Don't you see? I was playing with myself because of you. That's why I'm ashamed to tell you," she said in a strained voice
"What... what do you mean?" Maxine asked. Something told her she already knew the answer; that it was shameful and dirty. To make matters worse, Trudy's new position in bed made her hard little titties press right into the soft flesh of Maxine's jugs.
"That I'm in love with you, silly!" Trudy blurted out. "You can say I'm queer or whatever you want, but I've been crazy to have us naked together, hugging each other like this, ever since I've known you. Ever since we were only nine or ten years old! That's why I've never gone for boys. I always had my mind on you!"
Maxine was amazed at the revelation. But amazement was not the only emotion she felt. The closeness of Trudy's smooth-skinned, lithe little body was making Maxine feel a slowly but strongly growing passion. She tried to put it out of her mind but it wouldn't go. She felt her crotch go warm and damp. No, she told herself, I can't let myself feel this way. It's evil, it's the nastiest thing a girl can do. But she made no motion to remove herself from Trudy's tightening embrace. On the contrary, she found herself returning it! There was nothing at all between them now. At first they had only had their arms around each other, but now Maxine let Trudy worm her way under her body till Maxine was touching her from head to toe.
"Trudy, this is crazy," she finally said, "I know we shouldn't be doing things like this with one another but I... I-"
"Yes," Trudy excitedly demanded, "yes, what? You what?"
"I love the way you feel in my arms," Maxine admitted. "I really do. I always thought stuff like this was dirty but I... wow, you're so smooth and curvy next to me. Not like a guy at all."
"Oh, wow!" cried Trudy. "That's the way I've always hope you'd feel about me some day. I just never thought it would happen. It used to drive me wild to see your beautiful tits and think about rubbing mine against them. I've jacked myself off lots of nights dreaming about us doing that."
"What else?" asked Maxine, her voice soft and sexy. "What else did you dream about us doing together? I'm getting awful hot just hearing you talk about it."
"Here," said Trudy, "put your hand between my legs and you'll know how hot I'm getting. And lemme do the same."
The two youngsters tenderly pressed their fingers into each other's moist little slit. Their bodies trembled from the energy latent in their sweet, wet pussies. Although Trudy had thought about it for a long time, neither girl had ever actually had her hands on another girl before. Nor had either one ever had a female's hands on her. The forbidden thrill of making contact with another set of soft, firm titties and feeling the slick, juicy lips of another girl's pussy made their heads swim with desire for more.
Trudy squirmed out from under Maxine so that they both lay on their sides facing each other. She fingered Maxine's pussy and gave her a big wet kiss on the mouth. As soon as Maxine felt the fingers in her cunt, she knew immediately that she was in for a totally new and wonderful sex thrill. No man or boy had ever felt like that inside her pussy. Trudy seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched. And from the way the brunette was moving her ass back and forth and moaning, Maxine was having the same effect on her little cunt.
They opened their mouths and let their tongues meet. Maxine felt herself lost in the wild tossing of the mass of blonde and black hair that seemed to whirl around their heads. She humped her cunt against Trudy's fingers and luxuriated in the sensual pressure of their tits and tummies They licked each other's tongues and lips like sex-crazed little sluts. They were both sweating profusely, and Maxine could now smell the erotic scent of Trudy's hot, virginal little pussy. They worked on each other like cuddly little animals gone mad with perverted lust.
Trudy felt herself approaching her peak first and began whimpering from the thrill. She asked, in broken phrases, if Maxine was about to get her cookies too.
"Oh, God, yes!" hissed Maxine, her voice too thick with lust to speak aloud. "I'm right on the verge of coming... go ahead and get yours, lover, come off whenever you can!"
Trudy began kissing Maxine's tits with long, lavish swipes of her tongue that set her nipples on fire. She felt the kisses grow more intense and change into quick little bites, sharp but delicate, on the proud points of the tits.
"Oh, shit, here I go," cried Maxine, "here I go! Oh ... oooh ... oooh ... my cunt's on fire ... Jesus, I'm dying to . . . get my . . . cookies off ... oh ... oh .. . oh ... aiiieeeee!"
As a frantic orgasm rocked her body, she felt Trudy's lips tighten on one of her nipples and heard her whine and squeal like a young colt. The pussy juice poured hot and bountiful from her scantily haired little cunt and Maxine knew that her love mate had hit her peak too.
After they had both gotten their jollies, their pussies were still primed for more. It was then Maxine realized a benefit of lesbian love. There was no waiting around for a cock to get hard again when girls did it to each other. She started to play with Trudy's cunt again but Trudy stopped her.
"Wait," she whispered, "I wanna do something better this time."
"I'll do whatever you want," Maxine sighed. "Listen, Trudy, let's never tell our folks about this and keep being lovers forever. I... I'll never let a man in my panties again if you'll be there to do it with me. You love me for more than just my big tits... I can tell. And Trudy, I love you too. I really do!"
"Oh, wow, do you mean it?" cried Trudy. "You know how much I love you. We're gonna have a great time together. And it's gonna start right now, Maxine!"
Trudy scurried under the sheets and crawled toward the foot of the bed. Maxine felt her hands pass over her tummy, cunt, and upper thighs. When she stopped, Maxine felt a fantastic thrill like nothing she could ever have imagined. The trim brunette had pressed her hard little tit into the wet slit of Maxine's warm cunt and was working it in and out just like a man's prick. What it lacked in stiffness, it more than made up for in bulk and powdery smoothness. It seemed like a terribly naughty thing to do-as though lesbian love itself weren't bad enough already for two young teenagers. Yet the sensation of Trudy's firm titty sliding in and out of her pussy was too exciting to think of putting a stop to.
"Oh, Jesus," she cried, "you're ... oh, wow, you've got me so hot I'm about to come already! You sweetheart... I'm gonna give your little pussy some nice lovin' too!"
By bending forward, Maxine could easily put her mouth on Trudy's naked, sweaty little crotch. In seconds she had her mouth plastered to the nearly hairless lips and was shooting her tongue between the tight lips.
Trudy switched tits, pressing the other one into Maxine's snatch, and cried, "Oh, wow, your mouth's making me crazy down there-just crazy! Oh ... oh ... ooooh!"
Maxine knew she was going to come off very quick. She wanted to bring her lover along with her. She began stabbing the wet, fleshy tip of her tongue against Trudy's tiny clit. Under the exciting touch of the hot, slick member, Trudy began to respond fast.
By the time Maxine felt her cunt swell with the sweet heat of her second orgasm, Trudy's pussy was panting toward the same goal. The two youngsters clasped each other tightly and shuddered together like eels. Maxine's tongue was moving like a hummingbird's wing against Trudy's swollen clit, and Trudy's taut titty was pressing passionately into Maxine's slick-lipped, overheated cunt. Their breaths rasped like twin bellows. Their young faces contorted in the throes of maddening desire, and they both yelled out at once. The peak of their pleasure electrified each of their hungry little cunts.
They dropped exhausted into each other's embrace. Mustering their last measure of energy, they crawled under the sheets till both of their heads were once more at the same end of the bed. Then the damp-skinned youngsters held each other close and drifted towards sleep.
Just before dropping off all the way to her dreams, Maxine noticed that Trudy's face was affectionately buried between her big tits. She smiled to herself in the dark. All the trouble her two oversized jugs had caused her in the past was over and done with, she realized. This is what they were meant to do-hold her young lesbian lover's head safely through the night.
She sighed to herself. In the morning, she was sure there would be plenty of time for more of the new pleasures she had discovered in Trudy's arms. And for the next weekend, and the next, and the next.
