Since recorded history began, and possibly before that, the theme of love between persons of different age groups has been a topic of soul-searching importance. Even recent films such as Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing and Harold and Maude attest to the beautiful, honest, and satisfying love affair an older woman can have with a young man, almost a boy.
Many works-books, movies, plays-have dealt with the subject, but the publishers of The Nurse For Billy recognize that this story has analyzed the circumstances and conditions that lead to such a relationship, digging into the character's minds, as it were, which is the hallmark of all great fiction. It has a great deal more to offer than just a story.
In the fast-paced, globe-shrinking conditions in which today's population exists, it is perhaps more-likely than ever before to have such relationships exist-the break-up of the family structure as we have known it, the loss of religious attitudes, they all take their toll in human emotions. Thus, people are reaching out for love, and often find it with a person of greatly different age.
Toni Rainey's novel shows us, exposes us, to a world in which a woman, caught up in her own world of prudery and outdated morals falls in love with a young man half her age. We see, we almost feel, the torment that the woman goes through in trying to accept and relate to this strange feeling, and yet Toni Rainey writes with her heart besides her mind, and we end up not only feeling but understanding why this woman loves the boy and finally why she accepts it.
We publish Toni Rainey with pride, for like Carson McCullers, Eudora Welty, and Marilyn Durham before her, she writes with depth, honesty and compassion. And, besides that, from a purely sociological standpoint, the book is able to tell us more about the society in which we are living.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Hi, Billy, your parents gone."
"Yeah."
"Hey, man, that's great. That means we can swim naked, right?"
"Sure does. In fact, I'm gonna let my dick hang out right now."
The voices belonged to two young boys, the boy next door and his friend. They were coming from behind the big redwood fence separating Miranda's yard from the neighboring one. And Miranda sat there, in the outdoor lounge chair, listening for more, her tits hard and her pussy twitching inside her bikini....
This is the story of Miranda Bailey. No one knew her very well, probably because she liked being a loner and limited herself to a few close friends. She stiH lived with her parents, although she was already thirty-seven years old-you'd never know it by looking at her, however-and had a good job as a nurse, an assistant to a doctor in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. While she lived just a few minutes from the city by the fast expressway, she seldom went there other than to go to work. She liked the suburbs, she liked living a quiet, private life. Because there were things she liked to hide-like her passion for young boys.
There were things about her that her parents didn't know. In fact, there were things she didn't even know about herself!
Miranda was a striking girl, almost beautiful in a classic sort of way, and yet so quiet as to seem secretive. Some people said she never talked when she wasn't in the office. Some people said she was boring. Some called her an enigma.
Actually, Miranda Bailey learned a lot about herself one afternoon, early in summer, that day she'd remember for the rest of her life.... And that's where this books begins.
Miranda was sitting in the back yard, reading a sexy novel. She was wearing her bikini, sitting on a lounge chair, her feet drawn up under her. She could hear someone swimming in the pool beyond the redwood fence, wondering if it was Billy, the beautiful fourteen-year-old boy next door. Or is he fifteen now? For some reason she thought her mother mentioned that he'd had a birthday party recently....
As she finished a chapter, she put the book down for a moment and listened. There were voices coming from behind the high fence and she was suddenly aware that they were starting to talk about her.
"...gonna let my dick hang out right now."
"Cod, Billy, I sure hope my dick gets as big as yours someday," the other voice said. Miranda had never heard it before.
"Why's that?"
"So I can shove it in that good-looking broad next door!" Miranda shivered.
"Fuck," Billy muttered, "she's an uptight virgin. An old maid. No one's got their cock up her pussy and never will!" Then there was a loud splash and Miranda knew he'd jumped into the pool.
She couldn't believe they were saying such things about her! No, she wasn't a prude, she wasn't against sex, she wasn't old-fashioned, uptight. It was just that she'd never found a guy she cared enough for to give herself physically to him-it was because they were all too old! She had a passion for young guys, for high school boys that she couldn't understand. She was still a virgin, and the fact didn't bother her because she knew and believed that someday she would find the right young guy, the guy she'd give herself to. A guy like the young beautiful boy next door.
For now, masturbation was a good release.
"I'd like to fuck that chick till her face turned blue," the other voice said.
"I'd do the same, any time," Billy said. "But, you know, I've never even really talked to her."
"Shit," the other young voice replied.
Miranda wondered whether or not they were telling little-boy lies-had either one of them ever fucked a girl? She doubted it. They were just having dreams of grandeur-about her!
"I'd like to put my face between her legs and take a bite of what's there...."
Billy's voice swirled through Miranda's head. It was amazing for her to sit there listening to two young guys talking about fucking her and eating her pussy! She knew the words, she knew the language, she had read it in countless novels, and once in a while she'd used it herself, but now those words were being applied to her, and it caused a new feeling in her body, a very mixed-up feeling, a mixture of rage and interest. Something told her she should scream at them for talking about her in such a way, and at the same time her hungry pussy burned. Her head was full of contradictions.
"I get a hard-on every time I see her! Mom says she's a middle-class, middle-age virgin, but I figure she's only about thirty or so. Mon just hates it cause she's getting old herself, so she thinks everyone else is too."
Miranda thought about Billy. She'd seen him often, but as he had said, never talked to him since he was a child. He really had grown up in the past two years-shooting from a short, chubby kid to a slim, tall, beautiful young boy, the kind of boy that made, you know he was going to be a handsome hunky man someday. And he often walked around his yard, in his tight old swimming trunks, which didn't hide the fact that he had a lot between his legs.
Miranda had seen him from her bedroom window a few times. She liked the way his cock and balls were outlined in those yellow trunks, the way he would lie on the towel next to the pool, his feet spread.
Once, while his near-naked body soaked up the sun by the pool, his young firm chest glistened in the bright light, she had masturbated herself with her fingers, till she came and wet her thighs down to her knees.
Miranda stood up. She couldn't take much more, she couldn't listen any longer, she couldn't stand remembering the times she'd seen the boy in his
I I swimming trunks....
She ran into the house, but still there was curiosity in her mind, so she quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom to see who the other boy was.
She looked out the window and saw Billy in the water, his familiar yellow trunks lying on the cement near the pool. The other boy was standing against the fence. She'd never seen him before, but he looked about Billy's age, though his body wasn't as well developed.
Miranda sat on the chair by the window and watched them. She wondered how Billy could dive, into the pool with his trunks off-didn't it hurt his penis? The other boy jumped into the pool with a big splash. She moved her hand down to her crotch and pressed her pussy mound through her bikini covering. She felt her womanly warmth on her fingers, the slight wetness that said she was excited, although she didn't consciously realize it. She was too interested in seeing what Billy's cock looked like!
Miranda breathed deeply, straining against the windowpane. She watched as the boys laughingly swam around, and every time Billy moved on his back through the water, she saw the outline of his cock. She never in her life had seen a naked man-even in the doctor's office, they were covered with hospital gowns if they had to take their clothes off-or, even more exciting, a naked boy! She'd led a very sheltered life.
Oh, Cod.' It's so big! She pressed her head against the glass. Billy got out of the water and flopped back in, on his back, floating around in the sunlight. His penis floated on the water, lying on his thigh, on his stomach, moving as he swam around. She couldn't believe it was so large, so big for a little boy his age!
Then the other boy took his trunks off, tossing them over the side of one of the deck chairs. He too swam around naked in the pool, his ass cheeks shining in the rippling clear water.
Miranda pulled her bikini panties down to her ankles. She didn't think about what she was doing, she just did it. The moment was too exciting, too good to lose. She didn't have time to let it reach her mind. It was an emotional moment and she was going to take advantage of it. She was going to massage her pussy lips, thinking of the boys, watching them as they swam around nude in the sunshine.
But that wasn't all they were going to do.
Billy's cock was hard, and Miranda didn't really realize it till he lifted himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. He spread his legs and his cock stood up between them. He rubbed it with his hand and caressed it. He smiled and closed his big, young eyes. The water ran off his body in the breeze, but all his attention was on the huge shaft between his nearly hairless legs.
The other boy swam to him and put his hand up and grabbed Billy's cock. Then Miranda watched as the other boy began beating Billy's penis up and down. Billy fell back against the cement, so he was looking up into the sky as the boy moved his penis up and down over the edge of the water.
Miranda put a finger up her pussy and found her hard clitoris and rubbed it. Her honeyed fluids were filling her hand and started moistening her thighs. She was going to cum, there was no stopping it. She wanted it. She wanted the big prick she was looking at. She wanted to be the boy in the water with her hands up around Billy's wonderful young cock.
Then, to her amazement, the boy in the water lifted his head up and brought it down between Billy's legs. His huge cock disappeared into the kid's mouth! Miranda held her breath. Billy sat up again and smiled and started rubbing his hands over the kid's head as it bobbed between his wet legs. He's sucking his penis! That boy is sucking Billy's penis! Miranda could hardly believe it.
She stuffed three fingers up her cunt and fucked herself with her hand. She burned all over, inside and out. Her tits stood rigid under her shirt. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, pushing through the soft cotton material. She fell to her knees and continued working her pussy as she strained to look out the window.
The glass began to get steamed up, so she pushed the window up with both hands and stood up. She bent over, her fingers still manipulating her cunt, holding her in a state of suspended near-climax as she watched the incredible scene being acted out in the yard next door.
Billy was obviously enjoying what was being done to him. He rocked back and forth and smiled and closed his eyes and rolled his head back and forth as the boy's head bounced between his legs. Soon he was moaning and kicking his feet in and out of the water.
Miranda stuffed her hand as far into her pussy as she could. Oh, Cod, I'm going to cum! She wanted to prolong it a little more, a while longer, just to relish the incredible sensations she was now feeling. She knew she couldn't hold back much longer, however.
The boy lifted his head from Billy's penis and fell back into the water. Billy grabbed his wet cock in his right hand and held it, pointing it out to the water, to where the other kid was waiting, watching. Billy moved his hand up and down only a few times and then his cock exploded! jets of thick, white liquid spurted from the tip of his enormous organ and landed in the water. A few of the spurts hit the other kid in his face, and he swam around in the shooting semen that was now spiraling through the blue water of the pool.
Miranda felt her orgasm crashing through her. She leaned against the window, bracing herself, feeling the spasms which were rocking her entire being. She was watching a boy shoot his semen, watching Billy naked, his long cock spurting out the stuff that made the boy a man.
Miranda felt her body heaving under the strain of her orgasm. "Oh, my Lord, dear Lord," she moaned against the pane of glass as her hand went hot and wet between her virgin thighs, her womanly virgin thighs. She closed her eyes and felt dizzy, as if she was floating on a cloud, and when she opened them again she looked out only to see two eyes staring up at her.
Billy had seen her in the window. She panicked. She froze. She gasped and then jumped away, shaking, pulling her hand from between her legs, wet and dripping with her womanly fluids. Had he really seen her? Or was she just imagining it because he was looking in her direction? Had he realized it was her? Could he have thought maybe it was her mother? What had he seen?
Two things haunted her for the rest of the day. Billy's cock and his eyes. She kept seeing that big beautiful young organ standing up proudly between his legs. She was fascinated by it, thrilled by it, obsessed with it, more so than when she'd seen it inside his trunks. She longed to see it again, feel it for herself, with her own hands, do to it what the boy had been doing.
And she was haunted by Billy's eyes, his huge, young, striking eyes staring up at her all the way from the pool. She knew he'd seen her. She sensed it, felt it. She was embarrassed, afraid to go outside, afraid her parents would find out somehow, afraid Billy himself would come over and ask why she'd been spying on him?
But none of her fears came true. She went to work the following day and everything was routine, normal, almost dull. She returned in the evening-there was no sight of Billy-and had supper with her parents.
"Billy's parents bought him a new car for his birthday," her mother mentioned
"Didn't see it," her dad said. "Is it out in front?"
"Yes, the bright orange one with the stripes. Really pretty." just hearing them talk about Billy made Miranda's cunt twitch. "By the way, how old is he now?"
"Sixteen, I think his mom said," Miranda's mother answered.
"Of course he's sixteen, you have to be sixteen to drive!"
Miranda's mother giggled. "That's right. Yes, he just turned sixteen."
"Sweet sixteen," Miranda said with a twinkle in her eye that only she herself could understand.
She had a terrible time falling asleep that night.
She fingered her breasts, she played with her vagina, she dreamed of the boy next door and almost laughed when she thought of Barbra Streisand singing, "How can I ignore, the boy next door?" The boy next door. Oh, how she loved him!
His big cock filled her dreams. She tossed and turned all night long. The frustrations of thirty-seven years were reaching the breaking point. Once a boy had said, in reference to her, "What she needs is a good fuck!"
How right he'd been.
She needed a good fuck and wanted a good fuck and had dreamed and hoped for a good fuck, but it had to be with the right person! And no one over the age of seventeen would do! Billy was perfect.
He'd broken the ice. He'd released the pent-up desires she'd held back for so long. Sex, it seemed, had suddenly become the most important thing in her life. She longed to put her hands on that beautiful young boy's cock....
Three days later, just after she'd returned to the office after her lunch break, the phone rang.
"Dr. Winston's office," Miranda said sweetly, automatically lifting the pencil with her other hand.
"Hello. I'd like to make an appointment to have a physical." She heard a young, pleasant voice on the other end. A boy's voice.
"Are you Dr. Winston's patient?" she asked.
"No, this is the first time. I need a physical for a private school I'm going to next fall."
"Fine," Miranda said, flipping through the schedule for the week. "How's next Thursday, three or three-thirty?"
"Perfect!"
"May I have your name and phone number."
"Sure," the boy said. "William Mitchell. 338-1636."
She wrote the name down. When it stared up at her from the page, she faltered. William Mitchell. Bill. Billy. The Mitchells, next door! She choked up, her face red.
"Are you still there?" the boy asked.
"Oh.. .yes, yes, I'm sorry. We'll see you on Thursday about three, all right?"
"Great. 'Bye."
She hung up the phone. Thursday. Billy. She put her hand on her forehead. She felt as though she had a fever, but her body was covered with a cold sweat.
"Miss Bailey, are you all right?" one of the paients who knew her asked.
"What?" Miranda asked, lifting her head. "Oh, I'm okay. Just felt a little faint, that's all." She took a deep breath and looked down at the calender. Thursday. She circled it in red. Perhaps she could pretend to be sick that day. She would think of something.
Her mind was shattered that evening as she prepared for bed-she could think of nothing but Billy Mitchell. It was hard enough for her to realize and accept the fact that she was lusting over the boy next door, much less prepare herself to meet him in the office and ask him to go into one of the little rooms and remove all his clothes! A complete physical, he'd have to strip....
She couldn't deny the attraction to him. Her pussy burned when she thought of him. Her legs quivered and shook. Her pussy felt moist and warm. Her breasts went hard, the nipples thrusting out in front of her.
She stepped into the downstairs bathroom and removed her robe. Naked, she looked into the mirror before putting on her nightgown. She rubbed her hands over her firm breasts, kneading them with her fingers. Then she applied a bit of lotion to the rounded globes and rubbed them, massaging them until images of Billy's big young cock filled her mind.
She grabbed the bottle of lotion and poured a good-size spurt of it into her hand and brought it down and rubbed it into her pussy, over the hairy mound and into her soft hot cunt with her fingertips. She turned around and leaned against the vanity, spreading her legs so she could easily work her fingers in and out of her honeyed hole. She held her cunt lips apart with one hand while she slid three fingers in and out of her vagina with the other. Oh, Billy, I want you, I want to touch your cock!
Miranda gasped for breath as she closed her eyes and saw Billy's naked throbbing cock in front of her. She dreamed she was grasping it and he was admitting it was the first time a woman had ever touched him. She was putting the tip of it into her lips, just as his friend in the pool had done. Her fingers weren't enough now, she needed more....
She thought of a soda bottle, but she knew her parents were in the kitchen. She had often used a Coke bottle, and once a carrot and even a cucumber. But what was here in the bathroom? What would reach far up her pussy and bring her to a shattering climax? She wanted something stuffed up her cunt, something, anything! She wanted Billy's big hard cock!
She opened the medicine chest, thinking for a second that the tube of toothpaste might work, but, no, it had been squeezed down a bit and would be dangerous. Then she saw the toothbrushes lined in their holder and thought about putting one of them up her pussy. No, that was no good, she wanted something big and fat and long. like a cock. The little toothbrushes that fit in the electric handle wouldn't do anything....
The electric toothbrush! Miranda looked at the bottom part of the electric toothbrush, sitting there being charged next to the little brushes. It looked like a cock, smaller than Billy's of course, but it had the same shape. She grabbed it and held it in her hand. Her fingers fitted around it and she turned it on. It vibrated in her hand, shaking her body lightly, sending thrills up her spine. She moved the bottom end to her pussy lips and held it there.
Then she rubbed the length of it up and down her soft cunt lips, and soon the toothbrush was coated with her slippery pussy juice. She looked down and wondered if it would hurt, because the bottom was flat. She didn't care, she would try It anyway. She would stick it up her cunt and pretend it was Billy's cock and then she would turn it on and let it fuck her.
She held her cunt lips apart and pushed the bottom of the toothbrush up it. It hurt a bit, so she grabbed the hand lotion again and rubbed some on the bottom of the electric cock she was holding between her legs. Then she tried again and the toothbrush slid up her pussy with ease. She pushed it about halfway in, holding it there, moving it around and around.
"Billy, oh, Billy," she whispered as she felt the tingling sensation between her legs. She wondered what it would be like to have his arms around her, to have him holding her and whispering sweet words into her ear as he pushed his cock up her virgin pussy.
Miranda switched the toothbrush on and suddenly her vagina was filled with constant vibration. Once, reading the ads in the back of a movie magazine, she had come across one for an electric vibrator that easily resembled the male organ. She had wanted to try one, she had fantasized about the idea for days, but had finally decided not to get it. But now she had one, or something that worked as well, and the most incredible sensations were floating through her body.
She twisted the electric toothbrush in her hand and whispered, "Oh, Billy, fuck me! Please fuck me in my pussy! Cum in my pussy!" She had never said words like that in her life. She had never masturbated so feverishly in her life. What had the boy next door done to her?
She squatted on the floor and worked the vibrating toothbrush in and out of her pussy, sliding it to one side with each stroke, against the lips. All of a sudden she remembered the noise it was making could be heard through the door, not to mention her moaning and sighing! She reached up and turned on the water in the sink, in case her mom or dad walked by, so they would think she was brushing her teeth.
Finally, as she thought she had Billy's cock up her cunt, she held her breath and shut her eyes tight. Something inside her let loose and her wet pussy juice floated over the toothbrush and soaked her hand. Then she let out a gasp and her feminine orgasm let loose, and she leaned back against the vanity, hitting her head on the edge of the sink.
"Oh, God," she gasped as every nerve in her body tightened. It was one of the best moments of her life, one of the best orgasms she'd ever experienced. She dropped the still-vibrating toothbrush to the floor, trying desperately to hold her balance as her wonderful orgasm subsided.
Finally, as she looked down, it was over. Her body was normal again, not filled with the wild passion any longer. Her heart was starting to slow down. She grabbed the toothbrush and turned it off, and then stood up and splashed cold water on her flushed face. She buried her face into a towel and started to relax. She wiped her pussy dry and looked in the mirror again. Her breasts were less rigid now and her skin looked softer than usual, but when she looked into her own eyes she felt frightened for a moment. There was someone there she didn't recognize, someone with wild eyes, fantastic eyes, lust-filled eyes. She saw something deep within her that was now coming to the surface.
What was going to happen to this beautiful, quiet, thirty-seven-year-old horny nurse who had a secret passion for young boy cock and balls?
She trembled and didn't even try to answer.
CHAPTER TWO
Miranda decided the best thing to do on Thursday would be to go to work and act normal. Billy would come in just as any other patient and he would be treated as any other patient. And she would react to him just as she'd react to any other patient, that way he would know she wasn't the least bit interested in him. She trusted herself, knowing that she could play it cool.
And she almost succeeded. Almost.
She was frightened from the moment he strolled in the door, having been able to keep him out of her mind for most of the day. But there he was, in the flesh, the good-looking high school boy she had seen naked in the pool from her window. Now he was dressed in tight jeans and a sweat shirt. He stood at the desk and looked down at her.
She glanced at the fullness of his crotch, seeing that the zipper wasn't quite pulled up all the way, then looked up at his big blue eyes. "Can I help you?"
"I'm William Mitchell. I have an appointment for three." He grinned and she was afraid to wonder what he was thinking. Maybe he doesn't even recognize me in my uniform and cap! She thought perhaps it was a coincidence that he was there.
"lust have a seat, the doctor will be with you in about fifteen minutes." Miranda smiled and turned to her typewriter, ready to do something-anything-to keep from looking at him!
She put a sheet of paper into the machine and then looked through her drawer for something to copy, but she had the strangest sensation that he was still standing there....
She looked up. His crotch was still there, in front of the ash tray on her desk, in front of the name card, his zipper still shining in the light. He still stared down at her. "Say, don't I live next door to you?" He asked it with a grin. "You're Miranda, right? Miranda Bailey?"
Miranda nodded her head. "That's right. I didn't recognize your name. I never get to see you much."
"Well, you work and I go to school," he shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, but you get a summer vacation. I have to work all year long!" Miranda did her best to remain calm, but inside she was on fire. He looked even more beautiful close-up than he did at a distance.
"Summer vacation bores me," he said.
Miranda smiled politely. Her legs were shaking under her desk. So good looking, something so sexual about his mouth! "You're going away to school next year?" She remembered what he'd said on the phone.
"Yeah, my parents think it's the posh thing to do. Anyhow, I'm a trouble-maker in school and they just get embarrassed when the principal calls them."
"Well, I hope you have a good time," Miranda said, knowing it wasn't a good reply, but she couldn't stand talking to him any longer. She knew she must have been blushing already.
"See you around home sometime," Billy said, as he walked away from the desk.
Miranda breathed easily now that he was sitting in the waiting room. A second later the doctor released a patient, and after Miranda made the necessary arrangements for payment, she asked the lady ahead of Billy to come with her. Miranda took her to one of the diagnostic rooms and asked her to sit in the chair while she waited for the doctor.
Then, as the doctor released another patient and went in to see the lady, Miranda asked Billy to come with her. She led him down the hall to the other small room and asked him to sit in the chair. "The doctor won't be long. First I'll take your temperature," and she put a thermometer in his mouth.
She took his pulse, waited a minute, and then said, "It's nice to get to know you, William."
"Call me Billy," he said, with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth.
She looked at him. She loved the way his blue jeans fit tightly against his strong thighs. She saw the lump at the side of the zipper and she knew well what it looked like. There was an air of sexuality in the room, she could feel it. But what could she do about it?
She took the thermometer from his lips, read it, shook it down, and then said, "Okay, Billy, since you're having a complete physical, you'll have to strip down to your socks and put on one of these." She handed him a gown. "It ties in back."
Miranda left the room, then came back a few minutes later, to tell Billy the doctor would be detained for another fifteen minutes. She asked if he wanted a magazine, noticing that she could nearly see through the white gown he was wearing.
She listened to him reply that he didn't want anything to read, and so she turned to leave again, but suddenly she felt a hand grab her thigh, pushing her short skirt up. Billy had jumped up and touched her.
She twisted around and leaned up against the door, closing it tight, gasping. "Billy!" she said in a loud whisper, shocked.
He was nearly as startled as she was, but for the first time in his life he mustered up real courage. He'd been watching Miranda for weeks, studying her. He figured she was as new at sex as he was, and he'd have to be the one to begin it....
"How dare you?" she asked, seeing him standing there naked except for his dark socks, his cock pushing out the front of the gown.
"I saw you that day and you know you saw me-all of me," he said, trying to sound manly and forceful.
"I didn't!" Miranda said.
"You saw me and you liked it! Did you like my cock, huh? Did you dig what jerry was doing? Wanna try that sometime?"
Miranda was astonished. "Stop this!" she ordered, trying to close her ears to his words. He had the same look in his young eyes that she'd had in the mirror that day and it frightened her-that look of lust, unfulfilled sexual passion. She felt she hated him suddenly, embarrassed and scared, but more than that, shocked at his honesty, wanna...."
She just stared into his eyes, knowing what he was going to say as he came closer to her.
"I want to fuck you. I've been wanting to fuck you for months and I'm gonna do it because you want me to fuck you!" He pressed his body just close enough to hers so she could feel his cock pressing against her skirt.
Oh, God, she thought, this is all wrong! She was supposed to be the one teaching him because she was the older, she should have been experienced in sex and he, being the little boy, should have been obeying her. But it was different, so very different, and it had been her fault.
"I WANNA FUCK YOU!"
"Keep your voice down! Someone'll hear you!" Miranda stood with her back against the metal door holding the handle, trembling.
"Here, is this what you want?" Billy asked, suddenly getting caught up in his masculine frenzy, in his power over her. He'd never done anything like this, never felt like this. All that talk by the pool had been just that, talk, nothing more....
He pulled the gown up and off his body and stood there naked in front of her eyes, his nearly hard young dick standing straight out from the dark thatch of pubic hair. His crotch was very hairy, but his body was smooth, with little hair anywhere except under his arms and some on his legs. His chest was perfectly smooth. He had the skin of a baby, and the dick and balls of a stud.
Miranda stood against the door, her body frozen in wonder and fear, her eyes riveted on his penis. It looked even bigger than she had remembered it being. She wanted to scream or run or faint, but instead she found herself standing perfectly still, staring at the boy's big cock down in front of her.
He leaned back against the examination table, his hips jutting forward, his young hard male hips from which the big dick pointed, and said, "Wanna suck it? Wanna ride it?" He grasped it in his hand and pulled on it. He was scared shitless, but he hid it well. He figured he'd started it, he may as well finish it up right. His cock stood up erect, hard as it would ever get, looking like Miranda had seen it look at the pool, but larger and thicker.
He ran his hand up and down the length of it and then stood up again. He took a step toward Miranda as she gasped and pressed even harder against the door. "It won't bite, really," he said. "Come on and touch it. Please touch it, it wants you to feel it." His voice was softer now, more boyish, less commanding. He moved to within a few inches of her body and she looked down and saw the thick long organ with the huge mushroom head. Suddenly, tears came to her eyes and she
Jl shivered and reached out and grasped the tip of his cock with her hand. Her pussy sent a bolt of electricity through her body. He groaned as he felt her fingers wrapping tightly around his long cock. She held it for a moment, just squeezing it hard.
"GET.. .GET OUT!" she suddenly said, loud, turning. Then, fast, she opened the door and slammed it behind herself, leaving him standing there, naked, cock erect, and wishing he'd never done what he'd done.
She ran into the little rest room and locked the door. She stood at the sink, sobbing, feeling her hand, the hand that had touched his warm cock. She washed her hands, her face, but still she couldn't wash away the excitement. Finally, drying her eyes and straightening her hair, she walked out into the waiting room, knowing he'd be gone by then.
But he was sitting in the waiting room, along with the other patients, smiling. He wasn't going to give up. She wasn't going to make a fool out of him. He was sixteen now and he was a man-at least he wanted to prove his feelings of himself.
She sat at her desk, nervous, wanting him to leave, waiting for him to leave, but he didn't. She tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore him. She couldn't very well say anything to him since there were other patients in the office. Finally, she motioned him to the desk.
"If you don't leave this office, I'll call the police and have you arrested for loitering," she said, in her official-sounding voice.
"I thought maybe you needed a ride home," Billy said.
"Thank you, I have my own car. Now get out."
Billy winked and said, "Well, then you can give me a ride home." With that he turned and left the office.
Miranda was puzzled, and she remained puzzled till five-thirty, dreading that he'd be standing outside the building, waiting for her. Finally, when the last patient had gone, she said good night to the doctor, grabbed her bag and started out the door.
To her relief-and her surprise-there was no Billy Mitchell waiting for her. She looked up and down the street-no sight of him. She took a deep breath and felt very relieved.
She walked to the corner and then turned to enter the parking lot. She opened her purse and found her car keys, and walked up to the yellow Javelin and opened the door. She slipped into the car.
"Hi," Billy said, sitting next to her, in the passenger seat.
"OHHHH!" Miranda gasped, frightened half to death. She brought her hand to her mouth and then held tight to the steering wheel as rage burned through her. "How did you get into my car?"
"Picked the lock. Gave me something to do while I was waiting for you."
"How dare you ... ? "
"Look, all I want is a ride home, okay?"
Miranda felt like slapping him across the face as she turned to him, her face red with hate, wanting to spit. Billy leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, holding her head in his young but powerful hands, trying to force her lips open with his tongue. He'd kissed a lot of girls in the past year, felt a lot of girls, but he hadn't fucked any one of them. He wanted Miranda to be his first. The thing was, none of the young girls at school seemed to excite him the way this older woman did. He'd read all kinds of porno books, seen all kinds of movies. He knew every position and possible fucking and sucking arrangement two people could do-but he hadn't tried them yet. He wanted to try them on Miranda.
He finally leaned back in the seat, and grinned. It was full of irony, the whole thing. "You want me as much as I want you," he said, and it was the total truth, but still Miranda couldn't admit it. He was being too free, too loose, too forward.
She started crying again and closed the car door and turned the key. Then she backed out into the traffic, tears streaming down her face.
"I wanna fuck you." He said it softly as they drove along in the rush-hour traffic.
"Please shut up." Miranda nearly plowed into the back end of a truck. "You a virgin?"
She didn't answer. She wiped her eyes, waiting for a traffic light to change. Then they got onto the expressway.
"Mom says you're a good girl, an old maid, well-brought-up. That means you don't fuck, right?"
"STOP IT!" she screamed. "I don't want to hear any more of it! Miranda turned on the radio full blast.
"YOU'RE GONNA BECOME A FANTASTIC HOOKER SLUT CUNT BITCH!" His voice roared over the music and Miranda tried to block his words from her head, but she couldn't. They were nearing home now and she was glad. The awful ordeal would be over. She thought of telling her parents-who would believe him over her?-and his parents and trying to make them believe that he tried to rape her.
But he was so young! They'd never believe he actually tried to rape a woman like her.
"Wanna feel it again?" he asked softly, hoping. He wanted to really make it with her, but he didn't know how to go about it. He figured the kinkier the better. "I saw how excited you got when you felt my dick!" He also knew he was an exhibitionist of sorts, and already quite a male chauvinistic pig, even for his age. He started to unzip his pants again.
"No, please, don't!" Miranda begged without turning her head.
"Then let me feel your pretty little pussy," Billy said as he moved his fingers up under her skirt, over her smooth white panty hose. He nestled his fingers in the damp, juicy spot between her legs. "Oh, God," he gasped, tingling as he felt her cunt through the material.
"Please...." Miranda turned onto their street. She could barely manage to steer the car any longer. She grabbed his arm with one hand, trying desperately to pull his hand from her pussy.
"You're hot thinking about my cock," he whispered. "like to hear all the words, all the dirty words? Cock, cunt, cum? Pussy? Dick?"
"STOP!"
"Fuck, shit, piss, suck...."
"STOP!" Miranda slammed on the brakes and the car came to a halt in front of the Bailey house. She grabbed her purse and started getting out.
Billy pulled his zipper up and jumped out the other side. "Miranda," he said, stopping her halfway up the walk to her house.
"What?" she asked, turning back for a moment, glaring at him for putting her through such an ordeal.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth tonight," he said, turned, and ran toward his house. Miranda stood there, unable to move. It suddenly came to her. "YOU DIDN'T!" she shouted.
He stopped near the front door of his house and looked back at her. "And this time don't forget to stick the brush onto the electric handle! Ha!" He disappeared into the house, laughing.
Miranda trembled. You goddamned little peeping tom! He had seen her, he'd been spying on her! He must have been spying on her through the bathroom screen! She turned purple with guilt and embarrassment. How could she tell anyone about him? He had something to tell about her, something she certainly didn't want anyone to know. How could she ever face him again?
She wanted to die.
She walked into the house and her mother called to her from the kitchen, telling her dinner was ready. Miranda said she'd only be a few minutes. She went to her room and changed into slacks and a blouse and again washed her face and hands. Then she went down to dinner, blocking the entire day from her mind. It was an ordeal she would forget about-it was something that never happened.
That evening, when she was curled under her sheets in the darkness of her bedroom, she felt the tingling down between her legs again, the same wonderful feeling she'd had when her hand had come in contact with the fiery tip of his big, long, delicious-looking cock. She had always dreamed that her first sexual encounter would be hearts and flowers, a man she loved passionately whispering sweet words into her ear. But here was a young boy, pretending to be tough and world-wise, a kid she despised and yet loved in a strange, compelling way-a kid who'd degraded her and embarrassed her, cruelly. And yet she longed for him.
And yes, she had seen his cock twice, she had even felt it once. She had heard him talking about fucking her, she had seen him teasing her, tormenting her, and she had felt his fingers pushing against her silk panties. He was one of the best-looking guys she'd ever seen and his body was young, but strong and muscular, the kind of body she wanted in a young boy. He was years younger than she was, and he lived right next door, she'd watched him grow up! How could she be so attracted to him?
She didn't know. All she knew was her body and her heart and her mind were being pulled to him. She stuffed her fingers up her pussy and rubbed her anal opening with her other hand as she moved around in the bed. She could remember the feeling perfectly-the tip of his cock hard and yet so soft to the touch, so hot, so smooth, so rigid. She wanted to touch it again, to feel it throbbing in her soft hand again-oh, why didn't I let him pull it out in the car?
And she wanted to do, more than anything, what his friend Jerry had done in the pool. She wanted to take his big young organ into her mouth and suck Qn it....
She moaned in the bed and suddenly she remembered that he'd been watching her masturbating with the toothbrush, that he'd been viewing her as she stooped on the floor with the thing up her twat. Suddenly she shuddered and began to cum, realizing that as he watched her in the bathroom he must have been pulling on his cock, masturbating at the same time she was.
She came and rolled over and over in the bed, and then slowly relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
In the house next door, Billy Mitchell jerked off all over himself as he lay in bed, then he turned off the lights and fell asleep with his cum sticking to his body, dreaming of the girl next door.
CHAPTER THREE
The next two days were days of agony for Miranda. The weather had suddenly turned to summer, to the heat, and her parents decided to drive to northern Wisconsin, fishing and camping for the weekend. They asked Miranda to go with them, but she said she'd rather stay home and relax. She wanted to stay home alone because she knew it was a daring thing to do. Billy would be next door, she would be there without protection. She had almost expected him to turn up from behind a bush or something that Friday. He was going to rape her, right? So where was he? She was almost disappointed that he didn't try any more advances on her. But, of course, she also told herself that she was pleased the rotten kid didn't show his face that day. Her head was full of contradictions.
Her parents left early on Saturday morning, Miranda waved good-bye to them, then went into the living room and drank coffee as she watched the early news on television.
Later, she dressed in her bikini and went into the back yard with her towel, suntan lotion, and sunglasses, planning on spending the better part of the day reading Jackie Susann's latest sex novel and getting her first tan of the summer.
She spread her towel over the lounge chair and turned it to face the sun. She sat down on the edge of the cushion and applied the buttery cream to her entire body, coating her skin till she shined.
Then she lay back, facing the hot broiling late morning sun, spreading her long, slender legs on the soft lounge chair. She was an amazing sight. Her white skin reflected the sun with the buttery gold of the suntan cream. Her soft, chestnut hair curled around her beautiful face and she pulled it back from her shoulders.
She pushed her bikini down as far as it could go, till her pubic hair was visible. Then she made sure her straps were loose and hanging to the sides of her body, because she didn't want the lines to show. She parted her lips and wiped her fingers over them, waxing them with the lotion that covered her body.
After she had been lying there an hour, she began to get hot as the sun stopped directly overhead. She sat up and knew it was time to turn over, but she decided to go into the kitchen for some lemonade first. Just as she opened the back door, the rear door of the house next door opened and-someone walked out onto the patio and immediately jumped into the pool.
Miranda didn't hear the splash.
She returned to the yard a few minutes later with a large glass of lemonade and ice, and a few cookies. She set them down on the little table next to the lounge chair and flopped on her stomach. Then she put her sunglasses on and opened her book. And then she froze. She heard the second splash!
Someone was swimming in the pool next door! She listened. All she could hear was the sound of water splashing around, then silence, then a loud noise as the person jumped into the water or leaped from the diving board. Who was it?
Miranda tried to tell herself it was Billy's mother or father, or perhaps his friend, or someone she didn't know at all. It couldn't be him! She listened, to see if she could tell how many people were swimming. There were no voices, no sounds other than one person playing in the pool. Silence and then splashes, loud heavy splashes.
She tried to get involved in the sex novel she held in her hands, but she couldn't take her mind off the noise coming from the yard behind the high fence. She took off her glasses and buried her head in her arms and let the sun bake the backside of her beautiful body. Who was swimming? She wouldn't rest easy till she found out.
She started to get up but the sounds stopped. She stood there, listening, and all she heard was the door of the Mitchell house slamming shut. Damn. She sat down again, moved onto her stomach and put her sunglasses back on. She opened the book again and tried to read.
A minute later she heard the door slam, then loud music started blaring from the yard behind the fence. Rock music floated through the air and then she heard another splash!
It had to be Billy.
She got up and walked to the fence, creeping along it till she came to the place where the boards were warped and she knew she could see through into the Mitchell yard. She knelt down to peek through the fence. She gasped.
Billy was perched on the diving board, standing looking straight up into the sun, his tanned young body glistening in the sunlight. He was completely naked, his long, thick cock hanging softly between his legs. He bounced a few times and Miranda watched as his cock flopped up and hit his stomach and then swung down under his balls and came up and hit his belly again. Then he grabbed his dick and balls in his hand and jumped into the air-spreading his legs wide, so his ass would hit the water and the crack spread open-and hit the water with a tremendous splash. The music was blaring out of a radio perched near the diving board.
Miranda watched as only Billy's head was visible on top of the water, then he swam around to the far end and climbed up the ladder into the sunlight. She watched how his cock moved in front of him, how his muscles rippled in the brightness, how the water dripped from his body, matting his hair to his head.
He turned around with his back to her and bent over the water, preparing to dive. He spread his legs slightly, reminding Miranda of pictures she'd seen of Mark Spitz at the end of the pool, ready to dive, and his ass shone in the tight. Miranda saw his balls and the tip of his cock hanging between his legs. She grasped her breasts in her hands and pinched her hard nipples. She pulled her bikini top down and exposed her breasts to the hot sunlight, rubbing her nipples, moving her fingers hard over the red hot tips as her excitement grew.
Billy fell into the water and swam around some more, and then climbed up the ladder. To her surprise, however, he started walking directly toward her. Had he seen her? Did he realize she was spying? She didn't move, knowing she couldn't-her legs wouldn't move, she was glued to the ground. She watched through the little hole as he came up to the fence and grabbed a towel hanging next to the little peep hole. His cock hung just inches from her face. The water from the pool dripped from the huge tip and ran down his legs to the ground. His balls hung low in their sac and Miranda was surprised how much bigger they looked now!
He walked away and flopped into a chair near the water and spread his legs. She couldn't see his cock any longer, because he was facing the other way. She moved back and got up off her knees. She took her top off completely and walked across the yard, naked except for the little bikini on her hips. She knew the neighbors on the other side couldn't see because of the trees and bushes surrounding their back yard.
She lay on the lounge chair once again, this time facing up so her breasts pointed to the sun. She wiped golden suntan butter on them, caressing them, remembering what she had just seen, knowing what was sitting on the other side of the fence.
She had to let him know she was out there and she had to attract his attention somehow. She wondered if he'd seen the car leave that morning, if he thought she'd gone away too? Had she been standing too close to the house for him to see her waving to her parents? Was the reason he was swimming nude because of her? Did he know she was there, drooling over his beautiful cock and cum-heavy boy's balls?
She played with her tits as she thought about how to attract his attention. She decided to get a radio, but she knew that wouldn't work because his radio was blasting and he would never hear it. Then she decided to knock a chair over, but she knew he wouldn't hear that either. She toyed with the idea of knocking something against the fence-but what? Should she go back to the peep hole and stick her finger through? What could she do?
She became more frustrated by the minute. She wanted to play games again-she didn't want him to rape her, she didn't want him to fuck her, but she wanted to tease him, she wanted to be put in the position of rejecting him, of telling him NO. She knew, no matter how awful his little-boy threats were, he wasn't going to attack her or force her to do anything. He wasn't that kind of kid-besides, he was really too young! He'd been born and raised on the street where she lived-a good street, quiet, where kids grew up to be healthy, normal people.... like her?
She removed her hands from her breasts and applied more suntan cream to her stomach and legs. Then, as she lay looking into the sky through her dark glasses, she dipped her fingers down under the flowered material covering her crotch and let some of the creamy, warm lotion line the lips of her pussy. She couldn't stop once she started, not with the sun beating down and the big-dicked naked young guy next door and the excitement racing through her-she had to do it, out there in the yard, daring and almost feeling sinful. She stuffed her hands up her pussy and began to finger-fuck herself with her hands, pulling and pushing, moaning in the middle of the yard as the music blared.
In one fast second, the music stopped dead. A hush came over the yard and a voice, already familiar, broke the silence. "Why don't you get the toothbrush?"
Billy was standing on a chair, leaning over the high fence. He rested his head on his arms and grinned like a little boy. Miranda just looked at him in fright as she lay there with her hands stuffed up her cunt, her naked breasts exposed before his gaze.
"You're something else!"
And with that statement, as quickly as he'd appeared, he was gone. He dipped his head and disappeared behind the huge fence. Miranda sat up straight and quickly grabbed her halter and fastened it. Then she wiped her fingers on a towel and arranged her hair. She was sweating and again felt embarrassed and guilty. This was the second time he had watched her in the act of masturbation!
She took a sip of her lemonade and tried to regain control. She fell back in the chair and wondered what she should do. Then she heard the voice again. "Nice day, isn't it?"
She turned to find Billy-now in his yellow trunks-standing next to her.
"How did you get in here?" she asked, which was foolish. All you had to do was walk around the house from the front lawn.
"Why'd you put your top back on? Didn't want to burn your pretty little titties?" He sat down next to her, on the grass.
"Get out of my yard."
"No," he said, "I like it here. You should have a pool, this yard's bigger than ours, even!" He leaned back and spread his long hairy legs.
"We don't want a pool. I'm going in the house!" Miranda jumped up.
"SIT DOWN!" Billy shouted.
Miranda sat down. "I'll scream if you touch me.
So help me, I'll scream!"
Billy laughed. "So go ahead and scream. No one's at home at your house and no one's at home at my house. So who's gonna hear you?" He smirked and rubbed his crotch.
"You're really one of the most obnoxious persons I've ever met," Miranda added, folding her legs under her. "Now why don't you leave me alone and go back to swimming naked in your pool? Isn't that how you get your kicks?"
Billy didn't say anything. He just looked up at her and pulled his trunks down so she could see the thick thatch of pubic hair.
"Or are you a homo?" she asked. "Do you get your kicks with your friend? Is that how you like it, perverted like that?" She glared at him and then flopped her head back against the cushion. She was proud of herself-a bitch, at last!
"You only should wish you can suck a cock as good as Jerry can. Man, are you full of shit! This isn't 1873 any more, baby!" Billy pulled his trunks down more to expose the entire length of his cock. "Look," he said. He'd been drinking wine before he jumped in the pool-he was feeling particularly daring.
"I've seen it," Miranda said, trying to remain cool. "Wanna taste it?" he asked. "You'd choke on it!" He stood up and dropped his trunks to his feet and stepped out of them. He grabbed his cock in his hand and held it out and moved to her so fast she didn't even have time to say anything. He pushed the tip of his hardening organ to her face then grabbed her head and held it as he thrust his hips forward, sliding his hardening cock up and down against her creamy skin.
She fought back, trying to get away, but he held her and hit her with his erect organ, pushing at her chin with his massive young balls. She struggled, feeling the big organ slipping against the side of her face, hitting her in the cheek, the eye, the forehead, the hot skin wounding her, beating her. "STOP!" she cried, then opened her mouth a bit and bit down hard, on the side of the shaft of his organ.
"OWWWWWWW!" he screamed in pain and pulled away.
Miranda jumped up and ran across the yard, toward the fence. "Get out of here, you dirty little bastard!"
"You CUNT!" Billy shouted at her as he began walking toward her again, his cock standing out in front of him like a battering ram. This time she knew she wasn't going to be able to bite him, hurt him. He looked so overpowering, so beautiful! This time she admitted she wanted him! His cock glistened in the sun as he neared her and she shook with excited anticipation.
Miranda reached out and took his dick in her hand.
She rubbed her fingers over the tip and felt a drop of liquid on the little slit in the end. Then she lightly ran her fingertips down the shaft and cupped his balls. She was amazed to feel how soft they were, and yet how heavy.
"Go ahead," Billy said softly, in a little boy's voice now, "squeeze it, hold it!" He twisted his fingers through her hair and pulled on it a little.
"You're hurting me," Miranda said as she squeezed the end of his cock in her hand. He was pulling hard on her hair.
"Say you're sorry," Billy ordered, still holding her hair in his fist.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I won't bite it again."
"Say, I'm sorry, beautiful cock," Billy said, hurting her even more. He had a streak of sadism in him that was beginning to come to the surface.
"I'm sorry, beautiful cock," Miranda moaned.
"Get on your knees and tell my dick that," Billy said, pushing her down by her shoulders. He spread his legs in the grass and watched as she knelt in front of him, staring at his magnificent young penis.
"I'm sorry, beautiful cock," she repeated, looking up at the tip, which was still held in her hand. Then she moved her hand back down the thick shaft and lifted it. She saw how the skin came together under the mushroom head and how the thickness increased near the base. Then she looked at his balls and watched them move in their sac. She fingered them and rubbed them then let his cock drop and bounce in front of her.
"Suck it," Billy ordered, hoping....
Miranda froze. She opened her mouth and hesitated as he stood there, waiting for her to sink her lips over the tip of the first dick she'd ever been close to. Then, as she turned and jumped, she shouted, "No, I can't, I can't!" She ran toward the house, but Billy was faster and he grabbed her and forced her down into the grass.
"HELP!" Miranda shouted as she fell. Billy had been right, there was no one to help, no one to hear. He jumped on top of her and forced her back against the ground. He held her hands down as he straddled her breasts, his cock bobbing against her chin.
"See that cock? Well, it's gonna open and the hottest cream you ever tasted is gonna come outta there and fill your mouth till your eyes pop outta your head!" He jerked his hips and slapped the tip of his rock-hard organ against her soft lips. It stung and she moaned again.
Then he let her hands free and grabbed his cock with his right hand. "Here, honey cakes, suck this!" He tried to force it into her mouth, but she wouldn't take it. He slapped her across the face, gently, just hard enough to tell her she had better listen and do as he said. Then she opened her lips in a loud sigh and he stuck the tip of his cock in.
"Suck it, damn it!" Billy shouted, grabbing her hands with his powerful left hand. He pinned her wrists to the ground as he lifted his ass and forced his cock into her mouth. "If you bite it, I'll knock the shit outta you!"
She believed him. She was really afraid of him now and she knew she had to submit. He was a monster, not a boy!
But, as surprised as she was, Billy was even more surprised. For two years he'd been dreaming of this exact scene, forcing Miranda to submit to him, making her suck his cock as she begged him to release her. It had been his wildest dream, and never did he imagine he'd muster up the guts to carry it through....
His penis was pushing against the roof of her mouth. The end fitted into her throat and she gagged and then he pulled it out and did it again. She sucked it a little, rubbing her tongue over the tip. She loved it, she was in heaven, but outwardly she still had to reject it. She moaned and tears fell from her eyes as he pounded his big cock in and out of her mouth.
"Suck it, damn you!" Billy yelled. But she still refused. She didn't know how! She just let his cockhead scrape along the top of her mouth. She wouldn't close her lips, wouldn't give him the blow-job he needed and wanted so badly.
"Suck it, please, Miranda.. .please, Miranda baby, suck my hot dick," he pleaded, in a softer tone. He was beginning to weaken. The role-playing was gone now and he let up his hold on her wrists. He was suddenly a young boy begging for his girl friend to give him that first blow-job, for her to take his big organ in her pretty lips. Miranda looked up and didn't understand what was happening to him-suddenly his eyes were gentle and pleading. He looked almost lovable!
But still she didn't suck it. She didn't know how, what to do! She was confused....
Billy grabbed his cock in his hand and started beating it off above her f,ace. He held his balls and rubbed them and closed his eyes and started to breathe in short, angry gasps.
Miranda wanted to do something but she didn't know what. Billy was rapidly reaching a climax. His cock was right above her and the tip looked as if it were going to explode any second. She wondered what was going to happen, would she be drenched in cum?
Suddenly, without any warning, Miranda saw the torrent of white liquid spewing out of the tip of his hard penis. "ARRRRGGGHHHHH!" Billy groaned, his body wrenched with pain and pleasure. His hand stopped moving in his agony and he held his cock directly above her face. The jets of cum kept shooting from the tip, landing on her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. She opened her mouth, wanting to taste it, but just as she did she started to say, "Billy...."
Her words were cut off into a gurgle in her throat. She tried to spit out the hot fluid, the bittersweet juice pouring from his body, but she choked and it ran down her chin. One of the last spurts hit her right in the eye and it burned. She cried out in pain and twisted her head from side to side in the hot sun. It was a nightmare, a terrible nightmare. She had been bathed in cum, young hot male sperm, and she felt unhappy and terrible about having hurt him, about not having pleased him after she had seen that he really cared about her, that he could be gentle.
Billy shook the last drop of cum from his cock to her cheek and stood up, a little amazed at himself for doing what he'd done. He was crying! She could see it, she could hear him as he walked away, muttering, "Goddamn you," in tears of frustration and pain. It had been an incredible orgasm and yet it had been all wrong. He'd shot his load all over the girl he'd been secretly wanting for so long. Not into her mouth or her pussy. Maybe it had been his fault, for being so hard, so rough, so unlike himself. He knew it was fucked-up, and that was enough. He grabbed his trunks and slipped into them and walked back to his own yard.
Miranda rolled over in the grass and sobbed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Miranda spent the rest of the day sitting in the house. She watched television, baked a cake, did some laundry and wrote a letter to her grandmother. She had no desire to go out, to see anyone, to talk to anyone. She wished now she had gone "north with her parents. She wouldn't be feelings sorry for herself and the kid next door.
Later that evening she heard Billy drive away in his car. The coast was clear, she could walk outside. She stepped out in front of the house and sat on the cement stairs, watering the lawn with the hose. In a few moments Billy's parents drove up in their station wagon. When they got out of the car they waved and said hello. Miranda smiled and waved back at them. Then, just after they drove away, Billy drove up from the opposite direction and parked in the driveway.
Miranda jumped up and turned off the water and was just about through the front door when she heard him.
"Miranda!" he called clearly.
She turned to find him standing at the edge of the front walk. She stopped and looked at him.
"I'm sorry, I really am," Billy said, then turned and ran into his house.
Miranda wanted to run after him, wanted to hug him and hold him, to talk to him. She went into the house and looked up the Mitchel phone number and dialed.
Billy answered.
"Billy, this is Miranda. Please come over. I have to talk to you.
"Okay." He said it hesitatingly.
She hung up the phone and waited, nervously. In a minute the bell rang and she opened the door. Billy stood there in his jeans and sweat shirt, the essence of young high school kid on summer vacation, tanned and blonde, with sex written in his big blue eyes. "Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied, closing the door-locking it-as he walked in. "Come on in the living room," she offered, and he followed her into the comfortable living room and sat on the couch. She stood next to him, looking down at him, and it reminded her of the day she'd stood before him in the waiting room at the office.
Neither one of them said anything. They didn't know what to say! They weren't really sorry about what had happened, but they were sorry it went the way it had. Miranda knew she had to make it better. She couldn't live with herself unless she did something about the situation....
Miranda fell to her knees and placed her hands on his legs. "Billy, let me do it now...."
He tried to pull her off. "No, Miranda, you don't have to do that."
"Billy, I want to! I just need you to be patient because I don't really know how!" She started pulling on his zipper.
"Oh, Miranda ... " he moaned as his head fell back against the soft cushions. "I'll teach you how, I'll teach you," he whispered.
Her fingers pulled his pants open and he moved his hips forward so his ass was on the edge of the couch. Miranda knelt directly between his legs. She could see the dark hair of his crotch sticking out of the open zipper. She lifted his sweat shirt and pulled it up over his head and tossed it on a chair. Then he leaned back even farther and lifted his ass from the sofa so she could tug his pants down.
Miranda pulled his pants to his knees and he put his ass back to the couch. Then she tugged them down, over his bare feet, until he was completely naked in the living room. Then he spread his young nearly hairless legs wide and felt his balls fall from the edge of the couch. Her face waited for them, bending forward with her lips wet. She smelled his strongly boy-smelling balls, kissed them, and then started licking them.
"Oh, God, that feels so good!" Billy moaned. "Oh, Christ, Miranda, suck my nuts!" He felt her soft caressing tongue lovingly moving over his flavorful sac.
Then she moved up slowly, till she nibbled at the sweat-fragrant base of his tasty cock. She kissed around it, taking some of the thick, piss-flavored cock hair in her mouth, letting her saliva wet it, and then pulled her head back to hold his feverish throbbing cock out in front of her. Billy looked down. She pointed his cockhead to her lips and opened them wide. Then they fitted around the tip of his delicious dick and held there savoring the sweet taste as his cock rested her mouth. She looked up at him, his warm cock invading her lips, her eyes asking if she were doing all right.
"It's beautiful!" Billy squealed in joy. "I've wanted you to suck my dick as long as I can remember! Oh, Miranda, use your tongue, slide it up and down over the head...."
Miranda did as she was told. She slid her tongue up and down, cleaning the column, savoring the taste of his huge young cock, moving the tip of her tongue along the slit in the tip of the tremendous head and sucking up the drooling pre-cum, swallowing the fruit of his heavy young balls.
"Take a little more," Billy moaned, brushing her hair with his hands, looking down at her passion-wracked face.
She took a little more cock, sliding another inch into her filled mouth. Then another. And another....
"Keep on, take it till you can feel it rest in your throat, then pull off and do it again! Each time it'll go deeper!" He knew what he was telling her-Jerry had been going down on him for months.
She did it, and each time, with each long slide down the sides of his massive organ, she was able to take more and more into her mouth. She knew she would never be able to fit it all in, but she was doing well and she was proud of herself. She was sucking a cock, giving him pleasure! She looked up to see the look of sheer delight on the boy's face and she knew for sure she was accomplishing what he wanted most.
Her pu.ssy burned and her tits were like granite in her clothing, and she desperately wanted him to touch her, to hold her, but she knew there would be a time for that later. Right now she was giving her first blow-job and she wanted it to be the best possible.
She started moving her head up and down on his cock as she held the shaft tight in her hand. She rolled his balls around and around with her other hand as she sighed and kicked his feet on the floor and into the air. "Oh, baby, suck my cock!" he said over and over, relishing in the thought of the older woman performing fellatio on him for the first time in her life-a woman more than twice his age!
He couldn't hold it back any longer. He sat up almost straight and watched her straining lips moving up and down his shaft until he knew he was going to fill her mouth and watch the cum seep from between those very lips.
"Oh, Miranda! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in your mouth! He thrust his hips up and stuffed the head of his cock into her throat. Then, as he pulled back, he started shooting, filling her mouth with his creamy young sweet boyish cum. It hit her tongue and filled her mouth. "OH, GOD!" he shouted.
Cum seeped out along her lips as she moved her head up and down on his quivering cock. She swallowed again and again but it seemed to keep coming from deep within him, seemed to keep filling her cheeks. Some of his hot sticky cum dribbled down her chin and fell to his balls, but she was able to take most of it, gulping it down like a milk shake. It tasted sweet! She liked it! It wasn't at all awful like it had been in the yard.
She wished it would never stop!
Billy's fingers clutched the cushions of the couch. His voice rang out through the empty house."OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHH! GOD, MIRANDA, I'VE NEVER CUM SO MUCH!" He shuddered and beat his fists on the sofa. It had been the best orgasm of his life, triggered by the frustration that had been building for days. He'd wanted her so badly when he'd heard her whisper his name as she stuffed the electric toothbrush up her pussy. And now she was his, not by force, but by her own choosing.
Miranda pulled her creamy wet lips from his cock and it slapped back against his taut belly. She looked up at him, smiling, her eyes wide, her chin full of white. "How did I do?" she asked.
"Oh, fine, terrific!" Billy grabbed her and hugged her to him. They stood and he kissed her hard on the mouth, tasting his own jism in her mouth and on her chin. He lifted her off the ground and twirled her around, with his lips still locked to hers. Then he set her down and started to unbutton her blouse.
He unbuttoned number one, then number two, then three, and then the rest, slowly, methodically. She shivered a bit as he pulled the material from her body. Her naked breasts stood up at attention in front of him. This was another moment he'd been waiting for, a moment that, until now, had only existed in his fantasy world. He touched her breasts gently, easily, running his fingers over them slowly, exploring their every curve and softness. Then he bent his head and took one nipple in his lips.
"Billy, I'm scared," Miranda whispered, but her voice drifted off into a garbled sigh as she felt the tremendous warm feeling generated by his lips on her tits. He kissed her nipples alternately, then bit just a bit on the very tips, sucking hard with his strong mouth. He caressed them and pushed his head between them then kissed her lips again, pressing her naked tits to his strong, hairless, hard chest.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I promise," Billy whispered as he pressed his erect cock to her slacks. He was going to fuck her, going to fuck a virgin! It had been so long since he'd been near a girl, and although he'd already cum, he knew he'd be able to fill her box with sperm. He figured he could probably cum three or four times in a row because she was so exciting.
He loved knowing he was going to be the first to do it to her. He was gonna be the first guy to stick his long dick up her twat! He was going to fuck a thirty-seven-year-old virgin's cunt! On the floor of her living room! He shuddered in anticipation as his cock pressed against her and his balls tightened in their sac.
"Oh, Billy, I want you so badly. I wanted you the day I saw you out by the pool with Jerry...."
Billy was on his knees now, pulling her pants down. The slacks loosened easily and so did the panties underneath. He remembered feeling her cunt in the front seat of her car, how moist and warm it had been. It was the same now, only instead of his hand and fingers he was using his tongue and lips. He pressed his face between her soft, slim legs and licked the lips of her full, bushy cunt. Then, as he licked there again, he pulled her slacks down to the floor and off her feet.
"Lie back on the carpet, with your legs up," he said, excited, wanting her in the position he'd seen so many girls in porno books.
Miranda lay back on the floor of the living room. She shifted her legs and bent her knees. Her pussy was spread open and he knelt between her legs. He looked at her beautiful twat, at the full pink lips hiding under the hair, already wet with her cunt juice. Then he brought his finger up and ran his fingernail along the ridge where the hair of her mound began. She moaned and begged for his mouth. Again he kissed her pussy, but this time he kept his lips there, sucking for all he was worth, shoving his tongue in and out of her throbbing cunt, flicking her clitoris as her fingers had never been able to do.
"Oh, God, Billy! Don't stop, don't stop!" It was better than any of the masturbation techniques she'd tried.
And he had no intentions of stopping. He loved sucking on her cunt. He loved the taste of her pussy juice, the feel of his tongue sliding up and down the rubbery clasping passage, searching out her hard clit, feeling the stream of cuntal liquid pouring down into his mouth.
He pulled his head away from her cunt for a moment and took a deep breath. He ground his cock into the floor and pushed his tongue back into the smooth-fleshed warmth of her open thighs and licked, parting the soft resilient pussy hair with his broad, moist tongue, savoring the pungent female taste and reveling in the sensations created in him as his tongue gained contact with the quivering, pulsating little clitoris hidden in the soft, fleshy vaginal lips at the top of her loins.
Miranda quivered and jerked, feeling the firm, warm, helpless glow spreading in her, infusing her loins and belly with the knowledge that this young guy knew more about sex than she'd dreamed. She could feel the instant erection of her miniature cock as it hardened and pushed out to meet Billy's roughly probing tongue. She hadn't wanted to respond to him, and yet she was now giving him everything she had. She was committed to him, maybe in love with him.
Billy's tongue flicked steadily at the inner valley of her moist, excited flowering cunt, his lips nibbling at the sensitive coral lips, sucking them to stiffness, until his darting tongue began to move in and out of her smooth vaginal passage, pausing to tease around its open mouth in tiny, excruciatingly maddening circles. Then she moved her hips in little undulating motions against him, her entire body begging for more, as his still-licking face was buried between her thighs.
His tongue came into contact with her clit again, and he held the sensitive organ in his lips while his tongue moved over it. Miranda closed her eyes and felt the room spinning around under her. Her pleasure grew in her, deep in her, the winds of arousal whirling inside her head. Everything she'd dreamed about was happening! She was experiencing something totally new, something special and wonderful.
Billy sucked and licked steadily, not allowing her a moment to change her mind, not allowing her to find the instant where she could again become frightened. He knew she was nearing the top, ready to climax.
Billy stopped, wanting to save her orgasm for the moment he'd be fucking her for the first time in her life. He knelt between her legs and looked down at her soft, hot pussy, still spread before him.
She felt his finger tracing the thin furrow of her exposed female slit, and she squirmed beneath the probing. It wasn't her own finger this time, it wasn't the soda bottle, it wasn't the toothbrush! It was Billy, Billy's finger, soon to be his cock. She trembled at the thought and then moved her body with pleasure on the floor as the shock, of his teasing finger entered her pussy, moving, probing the inner parts of her cuntal mouth.
"Oh, dear Billy," she moaned.
"Don't worry, Miranda," Billy said, soothingly. "I'll stretch it with my finger, before I fuck you...."
Miranda felt she loved him. He had been so harsh and terrible to her, and now he was thoughtful and gentle and loving. He was concerned for her pain. He wasn't going to rape her as he'd said or as she'd feared. He wasn't going to ram his big cock in her-he was going to be gentle.
"Oh, Billy, I love you," she whispered, without really realizing what she was saying. She was caught up in the ecstasy of the moment and she wasn't capable of saying anything at all.
Then, almost magically, he was beside her on the floor, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her breasts, belly, thighs, and finally her pubic mound. Then his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her genitals, massaging in a general way the whole oval of her pubic triangle. Her pelvis moved in tiny, churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was fully aroused and would remain so until she exploded in a fantastic female orgasm. Billy's balls ached from his great need, from the swelling semen building within him, and his cock throbbed painfully.
Shifting his position, he moved again to kneel between her legs, levering them apart as he crawled part way into the open "V" of her crotch, lifting her knees, so her cunt splayed wide open in front of him. His eyes, young and hungry, gazed down at her nakedness, at the coral flesh of her vaginal slit glistening in the dim light of the room, and peeping out between the fleshy lips of her vulva. He could then see the deep-colored inner lips clasped tightly between the fleshy outer folds of her pussy.
She felt his finger tracing the thin furrow of her exposed cunt again. Then he inserted a finger, probing it deeply into the depths of her cuntal passage, then moved it in and out for several slow teasing strokes before he began to move it churningly around and around just inside the tiny mouth.
Miranda felt slight pain. It was different pain from what she felt when masturbating. She moaned and grabbed his shoulder.
"Don't worry, don't worry," he said.
Again she felt a twinge of pain. Her hips jerked down and away on the carpet, squirming under his hand.
"I've got two fingers in you now," Billy said with glee. He watched as his fingers slid in and out of her dripping pussy.
The slight pain was rapidly replaced by the intense sensations of pleasure as he finger-fucked her for a few moments, loosening her tight pussy for his young cock. Then a more massive pain surged through her.
"Oh, God! BILLLLLLLLLLY!" she screamed.
He had three fingers in her now, pushing her pussy walls apart with them. They were bigger than the top of any soda bottle she'd ever used. But the pain subsided, or else she got used to it. She wondered if it was possible that a person actually liked having pain with sex? Could that be part of it?
"Four fingers!" Billy had most of his hand up her, his palm closed, his fingers moving and searching out the deep recesses of her vagina. "Man, are you tight!"
"Keep doing it, Billy! It hurts, but I want it, I really do! She was breathless, lost in a sea of pleasure.
Then she realized she was reacting with vigor-reacting violently, her hips moving in uncontrollable vibrations, wild, crazed, her cunt doing a dance of sex with his probing fingers. She couldn't wait for his cock, for his young hard cock-she had to have the real thing! She wanted, for the first time in her life, to be fucked!
Billy removed his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy, and Miranda felt suddenly very empty, unfulfilled. She raised her head to look down between her pounding breasts to see her boy next door leaning forward, his face coming down between her open thighs. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! When was she going to get his cock?
Billy placed his hands strategically between her legs, against the soft, warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, and gazed at the beautiful womanly pussy. It was better than any he'd seen in pictures, more beautiful than he'd dreamed in his masturbation fantasies. He was pleased to see he had stretched her without drawing blood, but he really didn't expect it since she had obviously put cock-sized things up her cunt, like electric toothbrushes. But he knew, in any case, a cock would be different, especially his. He had the biggest dick of any guy at school. Even bigger than his father's.
Using his thumbs, he slowly parted the outer lips of her cunt once more and licked the soft, dark hair, where drops of juice had gathered. He drew her cunt lips as far apart as they would go, laying the moist, fuzzy flesh wide open to his young lustful eyes. Smiling up between her thighs, he said, "Miranda, you've got the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen!"
Miranda looked down at him through passion-glazed eyes. She supposed that he expected her to say something in return to what he meant as a compliment, but she couldn't think of a single thing. Words failed her and only a moan came from her throat. She couldn't believe what was happening-and yet it was the easiest reality of all.
She lifted her pelvis up to him, offering her cunt to him, to do with as he would, involuntarily, uncontrolled and instinctive.
Miranda was actually a young woman yet, physically, despite her real age, a young woman on the brink of an orgasm, needing to be fulfilled and filled and frictioned and fucked by a hard young boy's cock until she exploded in the climax of her life.
She felt the hot wisps of his breath graze her secret and sensitive flesh and she moaned aloud, still looking down the valley between her breasts and across the flat plain of her belly to the softly curling mound of her pubic hairs. Billy's face was there, his mouth disappearing into the split of her legs, nuzzling in against the soft flesh, and she felt the full length of his already familiar tongue slide wetly up her more-than-ready and willing vagina.
Billy grunted in an animalistic way as he buried his face in her pussy. He sucked as hard as he could and filled her cunt with his saliva. He was above her and something pushed against the lips of her pussy....
His cockhead!
CHAPTER FIVE
His massive organ rubbed its head up and down her cunt lips, pushing them apart, beginning to enter her!
Miranda gasped aloud and flailed her head on the floor as a shudder passed through her body, deliciously riding her of all inhibitions and fears. The first moment his penis came into contact with her cunt was electrifying. His cock was covered with drops of cum already and he rubbed it, in his own lubrication, along the lips of her pussy. She dared not breathe.
He flicked his hips forward, just slightly, eliciting a sharp pain from the stretching pressure of his hardened lance at the snug tight entrance to her cuntal passage.
"Oh, Billy, please don't let it hurt," she cried, grasping his back with her hands.
"I'll go slow, I promise!" He moved his hips forward and she felt the shaft of his cock beginning to push into her. The head stretched and bumped against the untried, unbroken membrane deep inside her.
"Oh, Billy, it hurts! Oh, stop, please!" She had tears forming in her eyes, tears of pain and anticipation. She looked up pleadingly into his face and she knew that he would not and could not stop. His face was contorted with lust, his young boyishly handsome face, with that certain look in his eyes again. He had a driving need to fuck her till she fainted. He was savage and sadistic and yet so kind and young and gentle. That was why she found him so attractive, so easy to love. He was a total contradiction, unlike anyone she'd ever known.
He shoved hard. She shouted again and he smashed his mouth to hers in a hard kiss, to stop her yelling. Her tormented eyes begged for mercy, but there wasn't any now. "I'm gonna fuck you," he said, lifting his head, "and your cunt's gonna take every bit of me!"
He shoved once more before she had time to say anything. His cockhead popped deep inside the warm elastic mouth of her cunt as the smooth, swollen, red-headed cockhead buried itself deep within her. Then he let her have it-he pulled back and plunged down in one long swift move till his cock raced up her vagina, up into her belly, and held there as his balls pressed up against the upturned cheeks of her smooth buttocks.
"Aaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed, as a massive spasm unlike any she'd ever felt before shook her entire body. And, with that, Miranda Bailey lost her virginity. To the boy next door. And she would never be the same again.
"Oh, God, Billy! Oh, Christ!" she sobbed, throbbing beneath him. He didn't move a muscle at first. He just let his cock, his long hard cock sit inside her and feel her movements as she cried and scratched his back. She felt as though a huge pole had been thrust up her and had broken the dam-the flood was ready to be released.
His huge cock had stuffed her belly full and her vagina felt raw and irritated from his brutally cruel entry into her, his virile young rod's every vein plainly felt as it lay snug and tight in her dark womanly passage, sunk deep into her wonderful cunt.
For a long time, Billy lay like that, unmoving and heavy upon her. His breath was raspy in his throat as he tried to soothe her. Then he flexed his cock within her, deep inside the tight, soft confines of her wet womanly fuck canal, expanding his organ and forcing it another fraction of an inch deeper into her.
Groaning and clawing his back, Miranda felt it stretching, she felt the lurching of his penis inside her again and again, each time raising tearful grunts of agony from deep in her throat. After a few moments she began to feel the erotic arousal of it in her nerve endings, as her tortured passage became accustomed to the long thing that had been thrust into her. Her whimpers of pain and discomfort lessened, and Billy began to grind his cock tightly into her naked crotch, revolving his pelvis around and around, churning it, expanding the still-clinging walls of her vagina, until the whimpers of pain became whimpers of pleasure.
Billy levered himself, raising up to support his weight on his arms, and she purred helplessly beneath him. The pain was giving away to real pleasure now, absolute pleasure, and she anticipated what was about to happen.
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby!" Billy said with passion.
"Yes, oh, yes," she moaned, "I want it! I really want it!"
"Beg for it a little, tell me...." Words turned him on.
Miranda stared up at him for a moment and blinked. Her eyes were dilated and for a moment she couldn't understand why he was putting her through all these paces again, making her beg and plead. But as soon as she said, "Please fuck me!" she felt his cock jump in her pussy and knew that begging would excite them both. Billy had to play the role of the chauvinist male. And Miranda loved it.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to be fucked by you! Slam your big beautiful cock into my cunt!" She could hardly believe she was saying those words!
He jerked his cock in her cunt. "What do you want?"
"FUCK! I want to be fucked by your big dick! I want you to hurt me a little!" Miranda was going crazy, pleading, dying for it, begging. She could feel his beautiful cock inside her but it wasn't moving and she wanted it to slide in and out.
"I'm gonna do it, baby," Billy said, his eyes gleaming in satisfaction.
"I want your cock to fuck me, Billy!" she shouted.
"Oh, Christ, this is going to be fantastic!" Billy said, bracing himself again and pulling his cock slowly out of her cunt till just the head was caught in the pussy lips.
"Put it in! FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
"What?" he whispered, teasingly.
"FUCK ME HARD! PLEASE FUCK ME!"
"I can't hear you."
"BILLLLLLLY! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME! OH, GOD, I HATE YOU!"
Billy slammed his cock all the way up her cunt, jerking her ass against the floor, sending stars before her eyes for a moment. He knocked the breath out of her and she whispered, "I love you."
As he began to rock his cock in and out of her, his body pushing and pulling above her, she reacted as if by instinct, meeting his plunges with pushes of her ass, pulling away when he pulled away. The length of his penis was incredible. She felt it all the way up in her belly-it was as if she were all cunt and penetrated fully by his enormous throbbing prick.
As he slowly increased his pace and the length of his stroke, Miranda felt her whole body and her entire being responding. She squirmed beneath him, writhing and moaning beneath him. His mouth dropped down to hers and she thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked, as she moaned unceasingly in ecstasy. She was ready to accept anything now, anything that he wanted to do to her. She had never known such a feeling, a giving up of oneself to another so fully. She was experiencing it for the first time and liked it more than she'd ever dreamed. She felt, for the first time in her entire life, like a woman. A real woman.
She began to raise her loins up to him in wild rhythm, countering his driving plunges into her moist depths, and her lovely face contorted in wanton desire, her mouth opening and closing against his lips, her nostrils flaring, her breath beginning to come in short, gasping pants as she became one with him in their wonderful passionate copulation.
Billy could see the perspiration forming on her forehead and between her lusciously firm melon-like breasts. Her lovely hair was now in hopeless disarray, the chestnut strands spread on the carpet. He could see the straining neck muscles as her throat emitted constant purring sounds of satisfaction and pleasure.
Man, what a tight cunt! Billy drove his cock home like he hadn't done in his life. He slipped his hands down on either side of her and slid them in under the soft, smooth orbs of her ass cheeks, grasping them hard and brutal in his strong hands, feeling them as they worked, the smooth muscles there clenching and unclenching as the white flesh ridged between his clutching fingers.
Miranda groaned beneath his grinding cock, and her breath caught in her throat as he hauled her up tight against his pounding loins, and he felt her draw her thighs even farther back, farther apart. She flexed them back to either flank of his sweating body which caused the moist, clasping opening of her pussy to flower, receiving his hard-headed dick to even greater depths, the huge head flicking past her ruined hymen with every wild stroke.
Miranda's head rolled and twisted in delight, in exquisite pleasure, the last twinges of pain gone from her vagina as her legs pushed his body down to hers. His cock slammed in and out, impaling her, splaying her open to him, fucking her raw.
"Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy," she panted with each wild thrust of his organ. The past week floated through her mind-the pool, Billy with his clothes off, leery sucking his cock, Billy in the office, touching his dick for the first time, driving home with him, seeing him swimming nude, seeing him cumming onto her face as she twisted in agony. And now that very person had his dick inside her body, loving her, making her feel full and cared for and opening an entire new world of experience she'd never known to exist before.
As she lay under him, taking his long hard member deep up into her body, she found that when she tensed her thighs there was an intensity, a delicious blissful sensation she never believed possible. She learned how to use her cunt, how to use the muscles there, tensing them on his cock and then letting them go. She wanted to give back as much as she was getting and, Dear Cod.', she prayed it would never end.
Billy began to pound his big long hard little boy cock into her with sledge-hammer force, taking longer, faster strokes, drawing his rock-hard cock nearly out of her snug, moist sheath and then slammed it back in until his thick swollen balls slapped hard against the puckered hole of her anal passage. His balls felt as if they were on fire.
Sliding his hand down over the tight skin of her buttocks, he searched with a finger for the secret, brown little ring of the orifice nestled there between the working globes of her ass cheeks. He felt her sudden intake of breath and a loud moan of mixed pleasure and shock as he fingered its soft, warm hardness, the soft hair surrounding the hole, while she thrust up against him, still impaled on his cock. A small rivulet of warm slippery cunt fluid seeped down to run into her ass crack. Billy rolled his finger in it and teased the little hole.
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, too," Billy said, looking down into her eyes.
In spite of total arousal, Miranda was shocked. She struggled with herself-her breath came hard and short for a moment-because she was terrified. For a fleeting moment, at least. Then, she found a kind of perverted, excited acceptance of what he said. Yes, she wanted to feel that finger slide up her ass-hole!
"Yes, do it, Billy," she said clearly.
Now it was Billy's turn to be shocked. He hadn't expected her to agree, and her words excited him beyond belief. He rolled his fingers around and around the little opening and finally pushed hard. His cock expanded at the same time and slammed all the way up her cunt.
He pushed his finger.
"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Both bodies held perfectly still for a moment, tight together in an embrace. Then he pushed the tip of his finger into the hole with a quick, almost brutal thrust, feeling the elastic ring of muscle give way until the soft, spongy passage accepted it up to the first knuckle.
Billy'd never done it in his life! He'd never expected he'd be putting his finger up her ass while his cock fucked the living hell out of her pussy! He fucked her hard, crazily, mercilessly, and he could feel against the bottom of it the bulge of his own finger in her rectal passage, which added another tremendous surge of sensuous eroticism to his sensitive prick sliding up her steaming pussy. He squirmed around and pushed his finger harder and heard her grunt and cough with discomfort and passion.
Then he began to rotate his finger and pushed inward at the same time, burying in to his palm. She moaned and cried, but she didn't tell him to stop.
She'd never experience such a wonderful agony! Nothing compared, not all the fantasies and masturbation techniques in the world. Why had she waited all these years? She'd been missing the best pleasure in life! She'd been missing ecstasy, rapture.
But soon she started becoming adjusted to the foreign presence in her backside and the pain was gone. It even flashed through her mind what it might be like to have his enormous erect cock up there! No, that couldn't happen! It would be Impossible! But she liked his finger, she liked it because it enhanced the wonderful sensations of her fuck, heightening her pleasures and helping her build to a climax.
She worked her rectum back on his finger, impaling her throbbing anus on it, while at the same time she tried to absorb more of his beautifully virile cock deeper and deeper into the coral passage of her hungrily clasping pussy.
Billy lost all control. His loins ached with the built-up pressure. He had to cum! CHRIST! He had to let it shoot! With insane fury he jack-hammered into her up-thrust cunt, driving for release. I've gotta cummmmmmm!
She accepted the finger up her ass-hole without objection, with actual delight, and then, when he withdrew it and replaced it with two fingers, she screamed in the same objection which in a second changed to pleasure. He worked the fingers around inside her anus, pistoning them back and forth just as his cock was pistoning in he cunt.
She sucked frantically as his tongue buried itself deep in her mouth, her hips screwed her rectum down on his fingers, and she raised her legs even higher to receive the last wild plunges of his big young dick.
Miranda moaned in agonized ecstasy, stiffening. She was impaled, hopelessly, helpless. Billy's fingers burned inside her ass-hole, burning in the other virgin place in her body. She had never known such wild, insane rapture could exist, and she began writhing and squealing in completely uninhibited abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
"Oh, Billy, Billy, Billy," she purred, almost with no strength left in her body. She was so crazy with desire she thought she might be going insane.
Billy had reached the point where he was sure he would go stark raving mad if he didn't cum soon. He had to cum! He looked downward, lewdly, watching his cock as it slipped smoothly in and out of her clenching cunt. He concentrated on the sensation of the soft, hair-lined folds as they clung tightly of this pile-driving prick, thrusting into her without mercy. In an effort to find something else that would hasten his own climax, he slid his other hand down between them to the wide-spread lips of her cuntal mouth and fondled them, forcing them tighter around the pistoning shaft of his manhood, eliciting further moans of pleasure from her.
His sensations were heightened and intensified. He was acutely aware that the interior of her vagina was clasping his cock, the cunt muscles working hard, massaging his dick in a desire to absorb all of him deep into her belly, and into her being.
Desperate, Billy increased his speed, shoving faster and faster. Miranda squirmed and writhed beneath him, grinding up and down his thundering shaft with passionate fury. Her beautiful thighs jerked upward, moving herself to a climax in the middle of her first wonderful fuck.
Billy pistoned fast and furiously, pounding his fiery prick length home to the hilt in her with every punishing thrust, fucking now with all of the young strength of his back and legs and buttocks. He was getting close....
"I'M GONNA CUM!" he shouted, his voice echoing through all the rooms of the still house.
He pulled his fingers out of her rectum with a fast jerking movement as he pressed his hands brutally behind her knees, shoving them back up, until her head was framed between her feet, raising the whole plane of her crotch up higher and wider, completely open and vulnerable to his male, almost inhuman thrusts into her wide open cunt.
"Hard, Billy! HARDER.. .FUCK ME HARDER!"
Billy looked down to see her passion-contorted face above her heaving hard breasts as the shocks of his pummeling cock shook her entire body.
Then, without warning, she shook all over and her eyes flashed on fire. "Bill.. .Billy! I'm c u m m m m m m m i n g! I'M REALLY
CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"
"AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Billy pushed his terribly sensitive boy cock deeper and deeper into her juicy, clenching cunt, using every last ounce of energy that his young body contained. He gave her everything. As he felt her convulsions, as he witnessed her orgasm, he felt his own hot, thick sperm beginning to race through his long hard cock and shoot out up far into the depths of her pussy.
"EEEOOOWWW!" he shouted as his started to spurt, his hot young boy semen jetting from the tip of his dick as he shuddered with release. His cockhead went wild, squirting a never-ending stream of thick hot sticky cum into her no-longer-virginal, well boy fucked pussy.
Miranda moaned and dug her fingernails into his back, nearly drawing blood. Her beautiful thighs quivered and her belly quaked with the intense pleasure of her own orgasm. She could feel the expansion of his rippling cock buried in her cummy pussy and the warm moistness of his sperm as it splashed around into the lower depths of her womanly passage. She had never realized that pure joy was so easy to obtain-all you needed was a big hard cock cumming in your cunt! Again, she realized what she had missed! Sex had been a forbidden thing, and suddenly she had discovered it was easy, exciting, rewarding, and like nothing else in the whole world.
And so, with a final convulsion, she allowed her legs to fall limp to either side of his body, while her heart pounded in her breast, still feeling his huge dick inside her cunt, still cumming. She gasped for breath, gulping air into her labored lungs, feeling dizzy and weak. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut as wave after wave of relaxing euphoria swept through her. She was fulfilled and completely satisfied for the first time in her life.
Billy collapsed on top of her with a sigh, pinning her to the floor under them. She tried to think clearly, but not one coherent thought came into her mind. Every fiber of her being was concerned with the pleasure of the situation. One thing that she was sure of-she had finally been fucked!
Billy rolled off her, pulling his thick, long wet cock from her cunt. She felt the cum seeping out between her legs. She didn't look down, she didn't want to see it, she didn't want to see if blood had stained the carpet. She knew she had been bleeding, but she had expected that, she had wanted that. She'd wanted to lose her virginity for years but all the fears and frustrations of her "moral" upbringing had prevented her from doing so. But now she had done it and she was happy. Surprisingly, she felt no guilt.
Billy held her in his arms. "like it?" he asked
So gently. "It was beautiful."
"My cock hurts," he groaned, grinning. "I'll bet. My pussy's killing me!" Billy kissed her. "That was the best fuck I've ever had."
Miranda giggled. "Me too," she said.
Billy hugged her and they snuggled up close to each other on the floor. "Was it better than watching Jerry going down on me in the pool?"
"Sure was."
"Was it better than thinking about me when you put the toothbrush up there?"
She kidded him. "Well, I'm really very much in love with that toothbrush...."
He laughed. "You know, I really liked watching that. I had my nose against the bathroom screen and I shot off all down the side of your house!"
"You didn't"
"Yup!"
They both collapsed in spasms of laughter. After a few minutes, in the now-dark living room, they lay still and held each other tenderly.
"Miranda, will you come swimming tomorrow? My mom and dad won't be home all day."
"Only if you promise not to wear your yellow trunks," Miranda said, her eyes wide.
"I promise."
CHAPTER SIX
"Come on in, the water's fine!" Billy called from the pool.
"I'm coming!" Miranda answered, taking off her terry cloth beach robe. The Sunday afternoon sun was shining brightly and she couldn't wait to get into the water and feel Billy's strong arms around her again. She felt a little worn out, a little tired, rather exhausted. Every now and then she felt a bit of pain in her vagina, but it only served to remind her of the fantastic evening before. She wouldn't give up that pain for any pleasure in the world. It was beautiful and she wanted more of what had caused it.
Miranda stood on the edge of the big pool and looked down into the dark blue water. Billy swam past her, his yellow trunks shining at the top of the water. His tanned body glowed under the surface and the drops beaded on his back as he cut through it like a dolphin.
Miranda jumped in, holding her nose. She sank to the bottom and came up. She loved to swim, loved to feel the cool water surrounding her body. She shook her head and floated on her back until she felt the arms coming around her.
"I thought you'd never get in," Billy said. He kissed her on the back of her neck and held her body tight to his. Miranda could feel the lump in his trunks, pressing so hotly against her buttocks in the cool water. She wanted him to take off his swimming suit and press his beautiful hard cock between her legs.
"Take it off, Billy," she urged.
"Miranda!" Billy mocked, "that's naughty!"
Miranda turned to face him, her arms around his neck. "I know. I want to be naughty with you. I want to do naughty things to you and have you do the same to me."
Billy's cock jumped in his tight trunks. "Man, I'll do anything you say!" And he pressed his loins forward again and rubbed his hardening cock against the softness of her bikini bottom. Then his hands came to her halter and untied the strings. It fell to the water between them and Billy looked down at her naked breasts.
"You have beautiful fucking tits," he said, fondling them in his hands. He brought water up, cupped between his fingers, and let it flow down between her breasts, like a waterfall. "You know what?" Miranda asked. "What?"
"I feel so free, so good!" And she did feel free, free of the guilt she'd felt for so many years. Free enough to take off her clothes in the middle of the neighbor's back yard! The world had changed-her particular world.
"Kiss me again," Miranda whispered.
"Gladly," Billy said as his face met hers. He brought his hands to her nipples and took them in his fingers. Then, as his tongue slid between her waiting lips, he pinched them hard. Miranda felt a surge of pain through her body, in the water, and she moaned deep in her throat and clawed his back with her fingernails. Billy tightened his fingers on her nipples and continued fucking her mouth with his tongue.
Finally, Miranda pulled her face away. "You're hurting me, Billy," she moaned, but his eyes were closed and she knew he wasn't listening. She was a bit frightened again-and yet it felt good for some reason. She didn't know how to react, how to respond.
"Miranda, Miranda," Billy whispered over and over again as he rubbed her breasts. He kept pressing his hard crotch to her abdomen, undulating under the water in the shallow end of the pool.
"Hold me," Miranda said, wanting to be held and loved, but also wanting to get his hands off her breasts. She knew he hadn't meant to hurt her-or had he?-but she couldn't get away from the idea of romantic love, the ideal of romantic love. She'd been waiting for her dream-like Romeo for years. She still wanted sex to be slow and soft and gentle. Was she asking too much? She didn't know.
"Take my cock out, baby," Billy begged, pulling his hips away from hers.
Miranda smiled and tugged his yellow trunks down. She saw his hard cock jump up in the water as it was released. The head bobbed just above the surface, glistening in the sunlight. Immediately she took it in her hands and rubbed it. With one foot, she pushed his trunks down to the bottom of the pool and he stepped out of them and let them float away.
Billy stood bare in front of her, spreading his legs wide, looking down at his standing cock now halfway out of the water.
"Oh, Billy, it looks bigger than it did yesterday!" Miranda said, still holding it in her hands.
"Try putting your mouth on it and you'll find out for sure," Billy said with a gleam in his eye.
"I'd love to," Miranda said, as she moved down to the water and grabbed his legs. She kicked out behind her and floated on the water, moving her lips to his hard cock. She took the tip in her mouth and kicked again and the water splashed over her back and Billy's hot body.
"Oh, suck on it, Miranda! Go ahead!" Billy loved to have his cock sucked, probably more than anything in the world. He watched as the swimming woman's head moved up and down on his thick shaft. He was obsessed with his cock, with his size, with his masculinity. He wanted to believe he was the best, the biggest, the most manly kid his age. He had let others suck his dick, even guys, because it seemed to make him more of a man than they were. But no one had ever suggested Billy Mitchell suck a cock. He'd have slugged anyone who suggested it.
Miranda moved her head up and down, splashing in the water each time she shoved the head of his cock down her irritated throat. She finally knelt on the bottom of the pool with just her head above the water, and nibbled on the end of his big prick. Her breasts were rigid underwater, and moved against his legs.
Billy watched, thrusting his pelvis forward, sticking his cock into her, looking at her through eyes of male supremacy. Here he was, naked in his pool, fucking the face of a girl whose virginity he'd taken away just the night before. A girl he loved, and also hated. Girl? Okay, woman. But she looked more like a girl, reminded him of a high school girl instead of a thirty-seven-year-old lady. He couldn't understand himself-he wanted her, had desired her for a long time, and yet he wasn't satisfied. He felt so very young and soft with her, and yet at the same time he had the strangest need to punish her or hurt her. And it was that strange mixture of good and bad within him that frightened him and made him close his mind to it. A girl who didn't like him very well once said, "Billy, you're a sexual fuck-up."
Perhaps it was true. He performed well, but his head was a mess.
Miranda moved her lips so wonderfully on his sensitive cockhead, Billy had to stop her. Please, or I'll cum," he said, pulling her head off.
Miranda dropped his cock from her mouth and it flopped down into the cool water as he stooped down and pulled her up to him.
"I don't wanna cum yet, I wanna play!"
"And then?" she asked.
"And then fuck you again," he responded.
"I don't know if I can take it again so soon," Miranda said, feeling the tenderness in her pussy.
"You'll love it," Billy said, again feeling the wild excitement of knowing he could cause her pain. He loved to torment her, to master her, to dominate her. He remembered the day of the trip to the doctor's office, how he'd practically driven her out of her mind-things like that turned him on.
Miranda kicked away, and they swam around the pool a few times, chasing each other playing.
Miranda floated on the water with her lovely breasts pointing to the sky, the beads of water flowing off her hard nipples. Billy swam that way too, and his big cock flopped up against his stomach, rolling as he turned from side to side. Every now and then Miranda would grab it and kiss it, or Billy would fondle her breasts or take a nipple in his lips.
Finally, Miranda climbed into a floating lounge chair and put her head back, enjoying the blazing sun. It was turning out to be the warmest day of the summer, thus far. Then Billy reached up and pulled her bottom off, her bikini panties, and she floated naked in the chair, her pussy under water, her breasts high and dry.
Billy rubbed her cunt lips with his fingers and then dived under the water. Miranda felt him coming up under her, under the webbing of the floating chair, and kiss her pussy lips through the plastic strands. Then he blew air out of his mouth and the bubbles ran up along the lips of her cunt and tickled her.
"Oh, Billy, stop!" Miranda said, getting excited by the feeling.
Billy shook his head and wiped his wet hair from his eyes. He hadn't heard her. "like that?" he asked, smirking.
"It tickled!" Miranda squealed.
"It did?" Billy asked, laughing, and then thrust his foot up under the chair to rub her pussy lips again. "Stop it!" she giggled. "I feel something," Billy said, laughing. "BILLY!"
Billy stuck his big toe between the webbing and moved it around, wriggling it against her pussy lips. She tried to move, but she was confined to the chair. Then Billy dived under the water and in a second Miranda could feel the tiny air bubbles sliding along her pussy lips and ass crack to the top of the water.
Billy came up behind her and moved to the side of the floating chair, looking over the arm to her naked tits. He pulled his head up and licked one and then rested his chin on the chair. While holding to it with one arm, he moved the other down under the seat, and felt between the webbing for her pussy. His fingers came up easily and entered her.
"Oh, Billy, my cunt hurts," she moaned, more in pleasure than pain.
"Just think how it would feel if my cock was up there," Billy said without much emotion. He tried to sound cold. He continued probing her cunt with a long finger, and then easily fucked her with it a few times, moving his hand up and down in the water beneath the chair.
Then Billy pulled his finger down and moved up against her ass-hole. She gasped. He pressed it directly against the hot, virgin hole, the same place he'd put his finger the night before.
"Oh, no, Billy...." Miranda moaned, closing her eyes. She put her hands on her knees and pulled them up on the chair, spreading her legs, spreading her ass-hole at the urgings of his fingers. She wanted it up her ass again, his finger fucking her down there, from behind, as she held her legs in the air above the water.
Billy pushed up with his finger. He felt the hard muscles of her ass-hole clinging together, keeping him out. She seemed tighter than the night before, maybe because he wasn't fucking her and she wasn't as loose. She was fighting back. But he didn't give up, pressing, moving gently till finally the muscles parted enough for him to slip the tip of his finger into her hot hole.
Miranda felt a jolt of familiar pain. "Oh, God," she whispered, throwing her head back.
"Don't give yourself a whiplash," Billy said, but she ignored his joke.
"All the way, Billy! Fuck my ass-hole all the way!" She held her legs, anticipating the thrust of his finger.
"Feel this?" Billy asked and then wiggled his finger around as he started shoving it in a little.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" She could feel it all right, through her entire body, as she pushed down in the seat, trying to force her ass down on his long finger, but he countered in time, moving his hand down in the water.
"Please, Billy," she pleaded, wanting all of his finger up her.
"Say you'll let me fuck you in the cunt all I want," 'he teased.
"I'll let you fuck me, I'll let you fuck me any time!"
"No matter how much it hurts," he added, wriggling his finger.
"...ohhhhh, no matter how much it.. .oooohhhhhh!" She could barely speak.
Billy bit her arm lightly and moved his finger up her ass to the first knuckle. "You gonna let me fuck you in the ass sometimes? With my dick?"
"Yea, oh, yes, Billy! Anything!"
"Say you'll let my big dick fuck you in the ass-hole!"
She gasped. "I'll let your big dick fuck my ass-hole!" She said it desperately.
"Will you suck my ass-hole and finger-fuck me while you suck me off?" he asked, knowing he'd trained her now, like a seal wanting a fish-only he had a cock to give her as her reward.
"YES!" Miranda screamed.
"Yes what?" Billy asked, again wriggling his finger in her ass-hole.
"Yes, I'll suck your ass-hole! I'll kiss it and lick it and make love to it ... " She choked on her words and then breathed softly. "Please put your finger all the way up me!"
"Will you do the same to me sometimes?" Billy asked.
"YES, GODDAMNIT!"
"YES, GODDAMNIT!" Billy shouted, mocking-her, and shoved his finger all the way up her ass-hole.
'OOOOOOOOEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!" Her scream could be heard for blocks, a squeal of delight. She jumped as he jabbed and then pushed her ass-hole far down on his finger, ramming herself onto it.
"Oh, it feels so good," Billy said, moving his finger around in the hot clasping spot.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she moaned, letting her body sink back into the chair. She dropped her legs and brought her hands down to her pussy and rubbed there, softly and gently in the water.
"Man, my finger feels hot! My cock's as hard as steel again," Billy said, moving his finger up and down.
"I can feel it," she cried. "Oh, Billy darling, I can feel it in my ass-hole!"
Billy pushed his hips up so she could feel the tip of his long cock touching the cheeks of her ass. "I want you to do the same to me, Miranda," he said in the heat of passion. "Guys like to have their ass-holes played with too, you know." He was squirming around in the water just thinking about it. Often, when jerry or some other guy was sucking his dick, he liked to have them stick their fingers up his ass at the same time-it always made him cum faster and wilder. It increased his sensitivity and his orgasm usually doubled in amount. He would have a woman doing it to him, for the first time. He couldn't wait any longer. He suddenly pulled his finger from her ass.
"Don't stop...." Miranda said, looking down at him. She was just beginning to play with her hard little clit and the sensations in her ass-hole were beautiful. She didn't want it to end.
"Come here, I just want to add something to it," Billy said, as he pushed the floating chair out from under her. She fell into the water and he grabbed her, thrusting his huge cock against her body.
"What are we going to do?" Miranda asked, excited.
"Follow me," Billy said, and jumped up to the cement surrounding the pool. He sat down and she did the same, facing him. His cock stood up between his legs and he rubbed it a few times, as they both brushed their wet hair back on their heads.
"Now, I want to teach you something new. Look, here...." Billy lay back against the cement. He lifted his knees and spread his legs and grabbed his ankles with his hands. He lay in front of her, his knees up, his balls hanging down between his open legs and his cock resting up on his belly.
"Lift my nuts," he ordered, as Miranda stared down at him in fascination. She was watching the water bead up and drop from his balls to the wet pavement. She brought her hands down and carefully lifted his testicles, holding them tight to his body.
"See my ass-hole?" Billy asked, spreading his ass cheeks with his own hands.
"Ye.. .yes," Miranda mumbled in wide-eyed interest. She stared at the tight little opening. It Looks just like mine, only there's that dark hair around it! It was dark pink and lined with black hair, situated directly between the rounded softness of his buttocks, beneath his huge balls.
"Put your finger there," he said.
Miranda pressed a finger to the little hole and rubbed it. She saw the skin move in and out, as if he were breathing there, or his heart was beating. She knew what he wanted, she knew what she had to do. She pressed her finger forward and it slipped into his ass-hole.
"CHRIST!" Billy cried out.
"Billy, I'm...."
"PUT IT ALL THE WAY IN!" he shouted, wild with passion. He wanted her finger, her virgin slender woman's finger buried in his male ass-hole, and he was going to get it. His cock twitched on his belly, excited, wanting to be held.
Miranda slid her finger up him, slowly but surely, until her palm was against his fragrant, upturned ass-hole. Then he grabbed his legs behind his knees and pulled them up, lifting his ass-hole into the sunlight. As he moved, so did Miranda, to her knees. She pushed her naked body up against him so his spread ass-hole rested just under her naked breasts. She held her finger all the way inside him.
Billy looked up at her. "Miranda, push me up a little higher, I want to do something you won't believe!"
Miranda pushed him up, so he was practically rolled in a ball, his weight resting on his shoulders. He grabbed his cock and moved it up and down a few times above his face. Miranda saw him open his mouth as if to speak, but each time he just looked up at his cock, moving his tongue out to it as if inviting it to come into his mouth, to cum into his mouth....
Miranda suddenly wondered if he was going to have an orgasm and drink his own semen? She marveled at the thought, wondering if he'd be able to suck his own cock? She'd never even thought that a man could do that....
"Fuck my ass-hole, baby," Billy said as he beat hard on his long cock. He watched Miranda's fingers, all four of them, moving up and down above his ass cheeks. And then he felt her finger, the fifth one, the big one, sliding up and down in his anal canal.
"Watch good, baby, and be ready to fuck nice and hard when I cum," Billy said, his voice stopping when the tip of his cock moved into his mouth.
He's sucking his own cock!
Miranda looked down in complete fascination, complete disbelief. He had the head of his cock in his mouth! He was pulling on his cockhead with his mouth, with his lips, his eyes glued to the hand in his ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm," he moaned, letting his wet cockhead slip from his lips. He rolled his eyes back and grabbed his penis in his hand and again brought the tip to his mouth. His balls hung down over it, upside down, covering almost half the length. He started flicking the slit with his tongue, breathing hard.
Miranda Was gasping. She could feel her finger moving in and out of his rubbery hot canal as she watched in utter spellbound fascination as this guy sucked on the tip of his own cock, rolled up like a squirrel.
"FUCK ME HARD!" Billy yelled, holding his cock away from his lips for a moment. His eyes were full of desire and fire now and Miranda saw that a thread of white, thick cum hung from the tip of his cock to the corner of his mouth.
"I'm CUMMING!" Billy shouted, then clamped his mouth over the end of his penis and slammed hands to the ground. Miranda pumped her finger in and out of his ass-hole with fury. "MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmffffffff!" Billy moaned as his entire body started to quiver and shake. A sweat broke out on his forehead and abdomen. He moaned and closed his eyes and Miranda saw his cheeks bloat out and trickle of white ran from the side of his lips. He had cum into his own mouth while she stuffed her finger up his ass-hole. She could hardly believe her eyes. And she was excited beyond imagination.
"Oh, Billy, Billy," she said, wanting to have the pleasure of sucking him off, feeling cheated. She'd wanted to taste his cum so bad!
She pulled her finger from his tight ass-hole and then moved back and let his body come back to the hard cement, his ass resting where her knees had been. He put his legs down, lying flat on his back looking up into the bright blue sky. His cock still trembled in excitement, and Miranda reached out and took it in her hand and wiped the drops of cum off the tip.
Then Billy sat up, without saying a word, without opening his mouth. He looked at her and smiled a bit and then reached out to her, under her chin, pulling her face slowly to his. He sat straight and she moved and sat her body between his legs, almost touching his balls. Then she closed her eyes for a second and opened her mouth, waiting for his soft gentle kiss.
She felt his young masculine lips touch hers and then suddenly, shockingly, her mouth was filled with burning hot cum! Billy held her behind her head and pressed his open lips to hers. As he opened his mouth he shoved his tongue forward and all the cum he'd stored in his cheeks slid into her mouth. He pumped her face full of the jism he'd just sucked out of his own cock!
She pulled back at first in surprise, but then she held tight, drinking every last drop of his semen and saliva. The moment was electric, insane, almost dream-like. She felt she had had an orgasm, she was so excited! She sucked wildly at his tongue and lips, drawing every last drop of his sperm into her hungry mouth. Then he pulled his face away.
"Man, that was good!" Billy said, hugging her again. "Did I surprise you?"
"My God, it was wonderful!"
"But that's not all." . .
"You mean you can do it again?" Miranda asked, still feeling the burning sensation in her pussy, knowing she needed to be satisfied.
"I can do it forever with you," Billy said. "But first you'll have to make me a peanut butter and banana sandwich, then I'll fuck you."
"WHAT?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm hungry," Billy said.
"Well, okay," Miranda said, getting up. As they started into the house, Miranda looked back at the pool. The floating lounge chair and their chair and their swimming suits were all wedged together at the far end. She had to smile. Then she followed him into the kitchen-it was strange going into her neighbor's house for the first time, completely naked!
Billy grabbed a banana and peeled it as Miranda opened the jar of peanut butter. She started spreading it on a piece of bread, and then realized Billy .was down on his knees next to her. "I'm gonna eat this banana outta your cunt," he said.
"What?"
"Spread your legs!"
Miranda spread her legs, not giving herself time to think. Billy held the cold banana between her legs, pressing the tip of it between her pussy lips. She shivered but she didn't resist. The banana started moving up her pussy, just as his cock had done the night before, only the banana wasn't as big-thank God!
When the banana was halfway up her box, Billy took his hand away and the muscles of her pussy held it there. She looked down and thought for a moment that she knew what it was like to have a cock hanging down between her legs! But, quickly, Billy put his lips on the other end of the fruit and started sucking on it, as if he were sucking on a cock. Then he took a bite.
"I don't believe it," Miranda moaned.
Bill was eating the banana out of her cunt! She watched as he came closer and closer to her pussy lips, feeling the cock-like length of it in her cunt. Then his lips fitted over her pussy lips and licked the banana from her cunt. He sucked in and an inch of it slid from her cunt into his mouth, and he chewed it, sucking more, eating it out of her, and then finally slid his tongue inside her, pulling out the last remains of the squished banana.
"Oh, my God," Miranda moaned, holding onto the counter to keep from falling as she spread her legs. She felt his probing tongue, felt the banana sticking to the sides of her pussy walls as he cleaned the last of it out of her. Her own feminine juices began to mix with his saliva and the mashed banana.
"Cunt juice and banana, like a fucking milk shake!" Billy said. Then he smashed his face between her legs again and sucked the mixture out of her box. He rolled his tongue around in the sticky canal, licking and sucking, scraping with his teeth, cleaning her, cleansing her. He forced her pussy lips open with his hands, with his fingers, and sucked out the last bit of banana, the last bit of mashed fruit.
"Oh, Billy," she breathed, looking down at his soft hair, still wet from the pool.
"I love eating your pussy, Miranda! I wanna make you cum with my tongue!" He shoved his face into her cunt, as if he wanted to push his head up her vagina and started sucking as best he knew how.
He worked his tongue up her twat as she moaned and shivered, standing there in the kitchen. There was just enough pain, just enough pleasure to make it right for a fantastic orgasm. She'd been wildly excited all day and she knew this would be the time to let it all out.
Billy found her hard clit and pulled it into her lips, flicking the end with his tongue tip. She cried out and pounded her hands and pulled his hair, and he wouldn't stop till her pussy had poured its honey into his mouth.
"Oh, Billy, I'm going to do it! I'm going to...." Her words caught in her throat. She dug her fingers into his head, pulling his hair, holding him tight. She felt the wild manipulations of his expert tongue, the gentleness of his sucking lips, the slight rubbing of his chin. She knew his face was buried between her legs and he was eating her, possessing her cunt right there in the kitchen in the middle of the afternoon. She finally gave herself up to pleasure and let her fluids fly and her senses multiply.
The more she moaned, the more Billy worked. His tongue did a wild dance, flicking her throbbing clit, lashing out against the walls of her vagina, sliding up and down against her sensitive pussy lips. He would make her have the orgasm of her life if it took all day! He knew this was the first real cuntsuck she'd ever had and he didn't want her to forget it!
Finally, with a huge groan and a squeal, her orgasm hit. She pounded her body on the floor, her hand on the counter, pulling his hair with the other, screaming his name over and over, and then went silent as she doubled over his. head and shoulders, feeling her pussy lips tremble as the wetness came.
His lips and mouth and face were immediately bathed in her virgin wetness, in the honey of her womanhood, in the wet gift that accompanied the ecstatic, electric feeling in her body. She held his face there as long as she could, feeling his tongue lapping up all the juices, caressing her burning and yet very satisfied pussy.
Finally, Billy lifted his face and pulled her up to hold him to her. He whispered, "Nothing like a banana for lunch."
It was tender and runny, and Miranda loved it. "How about the peanut butter?" she asked.
"Oh, save it till later," he said.
She grinned.
"Let's go for a swim!" He dashed out the door, his soft cock flopping between his legs.
She followed, and in a second they were both in the water again.
"Miranda, swim with your cunt above the water, backstroke," Billy shouted from one of the pool chairs.
He sat there holding a can of beer in his hand, his cock hanging between his legs. He was enjoying watching the lovely woman splashing around nude in the water.
"like this?" Miranda shouted back, moving across the top of the water with her beautiful slender womanly body sparkling in the sun.
"Great, but kick your legs wider, let me see your pussy suck up that water!" Billy delighted in ordering her around. He thought to himself, if there were ever a young male-chauvinist pig, he was it.
"Oh, it feels so wonderful," Miranda called, bumping into the side of the pool, just under the diving board. She giggled and then turned herself around and floated on her back again, spreading her long slender legs wide, letting the cool blue water roll over her breasts and stomach and pussy hair. She was a beautiful sight.
Billy's cock started to rise again. He took it in his hand. "Gonna let me fuck you, Miranda?" He got a kick out of calling to her. In fact, he always got a kick out of talking while having sex.
"What?" she asked, coming up from under the water.
"GONNA LET ME FUCK YOU?" he shouted, looking down at the distended tip of his cock.
"Shhhhhhhh," she warned, shaking the water out of her hair, "the whole neighborhood'! ! hear you!"
"Fuck them. They can all come watch if they want. You gonna let me, huh? Huh, Miranda? Gonna let me stick this big thing up your little pussy?" He looked down at his swollen beautiful standing cock again.
"In a little while," Miranda said, being coy, playing his game now, "I want to play first." She knew it would be nice to tease him for a change, to tempt him.
Billy stood up and walked to the end of the pool, still with his hand wrapped around his big cock. The sun was beginning to disappear over the top of the house and as he stood, with his back to the west, his body darkened and only his outline was visible to Miranda.
"You look like a ghost," she said, from the far side of the pool.
Billy turned profile and put his hands on his head. His cock stood out before him and it looked like a silhouette on white paper. His balls were framed in the pose also, and the hair on his groin seemed golden.
"A handsome ghost!" Miranda added. "A sexy ghost!" She stared up at the fantastic image he was casting over the water. She felt her pulse rushing now and her heart beat faster. She was turning on again and her pussy quivered down between her legs, anticipating taking his big cock again.
Billy sat down on the edge of the pool, his feet hanging in the water. "Come here, Miranda, come play with my dick!"
Miranda swam over to him and picked up one of the foam rubber rings floating in the pool and put it around his cock.
"Ring around the penis!" she said.
"Wheeeeeee!" Billy yelled, laughing.
"We could play horseshoes with your cock and the pool toys," Miranda said, but Billy frowned. Miranda smirked and put her head over the foam ring and sucked the head of his cock into her lips. She warmed it with her tongue for a moment and then pulled off and swam away.
"Hey," Billy called out, "I was just getting excited!"
She turned and splashed him with water. He threw the ring at her. "Bitch!"
She ducked and it missed her, and then he splashed back with his feet. Finally, Miranda pulled him into the water. She pushed his head under as he tried to say something and then swam away.
Billy came up, spurting water from his mouth, and jumped across to Miranda. He grabbed her, playfully. "You little bitch!"
"Don't touch me," she said, mockingly, pulling away.
"Come here!" Billy lunged for her. She ducked and he fell under the water again. He came up with a silly grin on his face. Miranda laughed.
"You cunt, you're gonna get the shit knocked outta ya...." Billy went at her. She swam away, but he was faster and he grabbed her leg and flipped her under him, dunking her. She came up sputtering.
"My cock got soft," Billy said, holding Miranda against his naked flesh.
"Ohhhhhh, too bad!" She giggled, still coughing a bit from the water in her throat. She was having fun!
"You're gonna get fucked!"
"No I'm not," she replied, trying to pull away. She felt giddy, silly, playful.
"Yes the fuck you are, you cunt!" Billy lifted her in his strong young arms and held her above the water.
"Billy! Put me down!"
"Down on my dick."
"PUT ME DOWN!"
Splash! Billy dropped her and she fell to the bottom of the pool. When she surfaced and wiped the water from her eyes, she saw that he was sitting on the cement on the side, looking serious.
"You're terrible," Miranda said.
Billy gestured toward his cock in reply. Miranda just eyed him. He spread his legs on the wet pavement and held his prick up in the sun.
"What're you doing?" she asked, pretending not to know, trying to tease him again.
"I'm gonna jerk off unless you get your sweet ass up here and take this up your cunt!"
"You wouldn't waste it," she said, still splashing around in the water. He had to be kidding. He'd wait for her....
"I'm not and I'm not gonna wait."
"Oh, the hell if you are, Billy," she said.
Billy began working his cock up and down as it grew stiff between his legs. He was masturbating himself all right, and Miranda suddenly feared he meant what he'd said.
"Billy, you wouldn't!"
"I gotta cum," he moaned, "and I don't care how. I just gotta cum!" He rolled his head from side to side, watching her from the corner of his eye. He was bluffing, but she was beginning to believe it.
"You're kidding me," she said, watching him moving his fist up and down his cock. "Stop that!"
"Come up here and fuck me," he said.
"That doesn't sound very loving," Miranda said, moving closer to him in the water.
"Who said anything about loving? I'm talking about fucking. COME AND FUCK WITH ME!"
Miranda again felt a little hurt. "You could at least be a bit romantic about it."
"Romantic, shit. I wanna cum and I wanna do it in your hot twat, but I'm gonna do it in my hand if you don't get your sweet tits outta that water and jump on it!" Billy meant what he said. His cock was standing on end, so excited by his voice, his demands and his control over the situation.
Miranda climbed out of the pool and stood looking down at him, the water dripping from her beautiful naked body. She thought he was the most exciting sight she'd ever seen and she knew damn well, romance or no romance, she'd rather have his cum in her belly for the second time in her life than to see it running down his fingers.
She stood over him, her legs spread wide at his sides. She looked down. He looked up. She could see his cock pointing up at her and he could see her pussy, dripping with chlorine water, gazing down at him. The cold water falling from her body made him shiver in excitement.
"Come down and fuck me, Miranda," he said in a deep but soft boyish voice.
"Oh, Billy," Miranda murmured, slowly stooping to let his cock reach the lips of her cunt. Billy held his prick in the air by the base. When the tip met her flesh he jumped a little, from the shock of the cold water. But then the cockhead slipped into the folds of her cunt and was warmed and Miranda groaned in pleasure and she knew the fuck was going to be good....
"Can I do it like this?" Miranda asked. She was unsure of the position, not knowing whether she should try to go all the way down along the shaft of his cock or not.
Billy couldn't help but smile at the naive question. He knew all the positions, he'd seen them in countless pictures. But she was new at this. "Yes," he said, "just let yourself down slow, you're in control. Then we'll change...."
Miranda let herself down slowly. Billy reached up and took her breasts in his hands and helped her down to his cock. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was making gurgling sounds as the incredible pleasure rose with each inch of his big hard cock. She let her body sink down till there was no more cock only Billy's hairy young groin, and her ass was resting against his balls.
"Oh, jesus, I don't believe it!" Billy felt as if his cock had just been sucked into an incredible love machine. He felt her clasping pussy trembling as it held his huge member for the second time. He flexed his muscles and his cock jerked and moved inside her.
"Ahhhhhh!" Miranda squealed as she felt his dick expanding and contracting under his will. She opened her eyes and looked down. "Are you making that happen?"
"Sure."
"Oh, fuck!" she said.
"Where's the romance now?" Billy asked, seeing that she seemed interested in a good fuck more than some kisses and hugs.
"I can feel it move inside me," Miranda said, ignoring his question. She was fascinated that he could actually cause his cock to move and jump inside her.
"Don't move!" Billy said. "Hold perfectly still."
Miranda held her breath, looking into his eyes.
Billy pushed with all the energy inside him and caused his cock to jerk twice, growing fatter at the tip.
"OH! BILLY!" Miranda said, throwing her hands up into the air.
Billy rubbed her nipples and said, "Now, start to move up and down-go ahead, let all your weight rest on me, I'm strong."
Miranda obeyed, sitting down on his cock. She brought her feet up under his Shoulders and put her hands behind her, between his legs. She lifted herself a bit. His cock slid an inch out of her cunt.
"God! Oh, God," she whispered, utterly fascinated.
Billy looked down his body, at the way his cock was bent into her cunt, the way the thick lips were holding it. It was just like the close-ups in the porno books he and jerry had bought. A nice hairy pussy sucking up a big fat cock! Only this was no picture, this was no movie. This was the real thing.
Miranda lifted her body more and Billy's cock slid farther out. He pushed his hips up and then pulled them back down to the cement, giving her an added thrill. Then Miranda lifted her body high, till only his cockhead was in her and Billy looked down and saw the ridge of the head of his penis, visible just under the folds of her wet pussy. He felt there, spreading the lips to see his cock clearly, then rubbed the ridge of the glans as she slowly let her body drop. He kept one finger bent, inside her, against his cock, so he was fucking her with his penis and his big finger. Then he slowly slid it out, feeling it along the side of his dick, which almost caused him to cum.
Miranda reacted to it also, falling back to the cement between his legs. His cock was forced way back, pulling out of her cunt halfway, as her legs went into the air.
Then Billy sat up, bracing himself with his hands, and he pushed his ass back and forth on the wet cement, which caused his cock to fuck her hard a few times as she lay with her pussy spread before him. Then he pulled her up to him and she sat in his lap, straddling him, her legs wrapped around his hips, as he worked his cock in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, Billy, it's soooooooo good!" Miranda moaned, almost in tears. He held her hard, with his masculine young hands, grasping her back and her breasts, his breathing hot and heavy and wet in her ear.
"Fuck, baby, I'm fucking you!" Billy repeated again and again, which wasn't quite true-she was fucking him.
She felt his heavy chest pushing against her hard breasts as she held her arms around his shoulders.
"like it, baby?" Billy asked, thrusting his hips upward.
Miranda let out a little squeal and started moving her bottom up and down with lightning speed, fucking his cock as fast and as hard as she could.
"Oh, baby, that makes my balls shake on the cement," Billy said, throwing his head back. His nuts ached in anticipation of yet another load of cum.
"Cum in my cunt, honey," Miranda said, begging him for his juices again.
"You gonna lick it off after we finish?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I'll lick it clean, I'll suck it," she moaned, slamming her cunt down on his standing cock with all the force in her body.
"You gonna rub your hair in it? Gonna get it in your eyes?"
"Yes, yes," she said and sighed.
Billy bit her shoulder and then said, "You gonna lick my ass-hole clean?"
"GOD!" Miranda screamed, "I'll do ANYTHING! I'll suck your cock and your ass-hole and your feet and your armpits! I'll drink your cum! I'll take every drop!"
Billy gritted his teeth and leaned back, bracing himself with both hands. He looked at her tits bouncing before her, at her hair shaking up and down in the fury with which her body was moving. "This is it, your cunt is gonna make me cum!"
Miranda begged with her body. Sweat ran down off her face and her cunt was on fire now, aching for his cum, his cream to put the fire out, begging for it, clasping his cock with each pulling stroke, forcing the cum to the tip of his organ, waiting for it to burst.
And then, silently, he did.
He bucked his hips upward and counted-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-EIGHT spasms, eight shots of super thick young boy sperm. Each spasm felt like a rocket going off in her cunt, sending her halfway to the moon. She felt his cock jump each time as the cream shot into her and she watched his entire body shudder and shake under the enormous pressure that was finally being released.
"Oh, my God, I'm burning up!" Miranda said, as Billy fell all the way back to the ground.
She was sitting on his wet cock-, the cum dripping down her pussy walls and over his balls. She twisted a bit, knowing the orgasm was over but not wanting to release her hold on his huge organ.
"Do what you promised," Billy ordered, looking down at his embedded wet cock.
"Wait, let me feel it inside me more," Miranda said, but Billy insisted. Finally she pulled her dripping cunt from his still-hard cock and knelt between his legs.
"See all the cum, all the hot jism?" Billy asked, looking at his wet cock hanging there half in the air, half against his balls as jt softened a bit.
"Yes, I want it," Miranda said, grabbing the organ in her hand and placing it on her lower lip. Then she sucked it into her mouth, all of it, till her cheeks bulged and the tip went down her throat.
"That's it, baby, suck all that hot jism off," Billy said, feeling his cock starting to rise again in her warm and loving mouth.
Miranda moaned as her tongue cleansed all the sweat and cream and cuntal juices from his cock. She sucked on it hard, pulling at it with her lips, forcing another few drops of cum out of the tip. Then she released it and licked her lips, not letting a drop go to waste.
"Clean my balls," Billy ordered.
Miranda dipped her head and licked a big drop of white cream off his nuts. Then she sucked one of them into her mouth, then the other, alternating till all the cum was cleansed from his hairy testicles.
"My ass, clean my sweaty ass-hole," Billy said and moaned, lifting his legs, holding them spread with his hands.
Miranda moved her head down a bit and grasped his buttocks in her hands.. His canal opening was spread in front of her in the late afternoon sunlight. The hairs surrounding the dark entrance were damp and the odorous hole itself was pulsating, red and pink as it opened and closed in front of her. She licked it and looked at it again. She saw it shrink then open again. She put her face there and pushed her tongue as far into him as it would go.
Billy howled with delight. Her tongue was now fucking his gritty ass-hole and he looked down to see the pretty girl's face plastered against his sweating male hole, kissing his stinking ass, eating his shitty ass, making love to his ass-hole. He let the muscles relax and her tongue flicked there and slid in and out with ease.
Finally, he could take no more. He dropped his feet and pulled her on top of him, holding her as he whispered in her ear. "Miranda, you're fantastic. I can't do it any more, I can't cum again."
"Your cock hurt?"
"Yeah, I'm dead. But I could dig licking your pussy a little."
Miranda, without a word, moved her body around to offer her feminine hole to his face. He opened his eyes wide as he stared at her hairy womanly pussy lips, still covered with his cum. He moved his face in and parted the lips with his tongue. They spread as if they had been filled with white glue, sticky, pulling, drying. He shoved his tongue up her snatch and she cried out.
He tasted his cum-he was fascinated by it, loving the taste of it, loving to suck himself off or suck his jism out of a girl's cunt-or Jerry's mouth, after he'd cum there. He shivered, his cock distended again, hurting. He found her clitoris and moved it with his tongue, hearing the moans the action caused.
He sucked her pussy almost ten minutes, his face plastered to her juicy cunt all the time, never coming up for breath.
She finally shuddered and a violent orgasm rocked her, and satisfied her.
They took another swim and then went to a drive-in for hamburgers and shakes, just before they parted, they made a date for the following evening.
"I'll call you," Billy promised.
Miranda believed him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Billy called, just as he said he would.
"Listen, my parents are going out and I want you to come over. I really have a great idea, but we'll have to hurry because they'll be back in a few hours."
"All right," Miranda said. What should I wear?" she added with a giggle. "Nothing."
"I was hoping you'd say that!"
As soon as they hung up Miranda had a crazy idea. What if I did go over there bare ass naked? She knew it would surprise the shit out of Billy and she was feeling especially daring that night. If someone would see her, she'd die of shame! Yet it seemed like a fantastic, free idea....
She stripped off her clothes and walked out the back door. She stayed near the house-it wasn't a very dark night; the moon was full-and crept around the side, in the trees. She crossed the short area to the fence around the sides and back of the Mitchell home, and then hid in the evergreen tree just near their front steps. She waited till a car passed and then, seeing that the coast was clear, she stepped out-she ran!-and made it to the front door, pressed the bell, and waited for Billy to answer.
The door opened. Miranda froze, jerry stood there, not Billy, staring at her naked body, as shocked as she was!
Miranda didn't know whether to run or to scream or to jump into the bushes.... jerry's face turned red and he opened his mouth in a gasp.
Miranda tried to cover herself with her hands.
Then Billy appeared next to Jerry and, after a look of total surprise, burst into a fit of laughter. Miranda pushed by them and ran into the living room, covering her naked body with the slipcover from the sofa. Billy and Jerry just stood there, not quite believing the whole thing.
"Far fucking out," Billy finally said, thinking that it was marvelous that she'd had nerve enough to do something so wild, so impulsive.
Miranda looked up and giggled. It was by far the craziest thing she'd ever done in her life.
Finally, Billy said, "This is Jerry."
"Hi, Miranda. I'm really sorry."
"Forget it, I'm feeling nuts tonight," Miranda said.
"You sure as hell will be," Billy quipped, but Miranda chose not to respond to it.
'Well," Billy said, "this sure is a strange situation. Miranda has seen us going at it at the pool." He nodded at Jerry. "And now Miranda and I are regular sex partners, and here she shows up and you're looking at her naked body." jerry nodded, still a little embarrassed. "Well, I think she deserves to see you in the buff also," Billy added. jerry shrugged and nodded again, not quite knowing what to make of the situation.
"Take off your clothes, pal," Billy said, in the same tone of voice he used to order Miranda around. He played the dominant role in sex, Miranda saw, whether it involved a girl or a guy or both.
Jerry stood up, getting warmed up to the situation now, excited by the chance to participate in sex with Billy's old-maid cunt, his woman, whom he'd heard so much about. The night before, jerry and Billy had beat-off together as Billy described in detail the features of Miranda's womanly body and what she did with them.
Now he was going to have those features, her body, to himself. He opened his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He had a smooth, hairless chest. He opened his pants and took them off, then his socks and undershorts. He stood there with his legs spread, his nice boyish cock hanging between his hairy legs.
Miranda stared at him with rising excitement. His cock looked much like Billy's-so like Billy's she wondered if all men's dicks looked the same-only it was shorter and not as fat. She looked at the hair covering his crotch and legs and it turned her on-she wanted to touch it, run her fingers over his slick chest, lick it. She threw the cover off her body and dropped to her knees in front of Jerry.
Another young boy....
He was startled! She took his cock in her fingertips and held it up and out from his body. Immediately it began to grow, getting harder and harder as she held the head a few inches from her lips, waiting for it to lengthen and push its way into her mouth.
"I don't fucking believe this," Jerry said, looking down at his cock moving steadily toward the pretty woman's face.
Miranda didn't believe it either-it should have scared her, insulted her, but she knew this was what Billy had wanted and she imagined Billy expected her to shy away from a group participation and she decided she would have the last laugh.
Billy stood there, stunned. He couldn't believe that Miranda didn't put up a fight-couldn't believe in the first place that she would dash across the yard without a stitch of clothing on!-and that she didn't object to having sex with his best friend in front of his eyes. He liked it of course; he loved it! But he hated it also because it seemed as though he were no longer in control.
He shed his jeans and pulled on his cock. It grew hard right away. By that time Miranda was sucking with all her might on jerry's throbbing organ, mashing her head to his groin, fingering his balls and ass-hole. Billy felt a surge of jealousy.
"Hey," Billy said, "let's save that for later! You don't wanna cum yet!"
"The hell I don't! She's fantastic!" jerry was in virtual heaven. He'd never had anyone suck his cock!
"Take a little of mine," Billy said, moving his big cock into place next to her mouth.
Miranda moved her head off jerry's cock for a moment and sucked Billy's, while jerry beat his with his hand. He looked down at Billy's monstrous organ and knew he had to have a little himself. He fell to his knees next to Miranda and put his head next to hers.
He watched closely as her stretched lips moved back and forth over the huge shaft of Billy's cock. Then he moved his head in and started kissing her, pulling her head away, away from Billy's cock, until he was kissing her full on the lips. Billy held back for a moment, watching them kiss passionately.
Slowly, Billy put his thick cockhead against their lips, against the sides of their mouths where their lips were meeting in a loving kiss. Then he pushed forward until his cock entered the space between their mouths. Billy felt two tongues caressing his cockhead and then both sets of lips were sucking at his organ, on both sides of the huge thing, and he was going crazy.
Jerry and Miranda took turns moving their lips up and down the length of Billy's huge cock-she was in love with it, overpowered by it-and then licked his balls and took turns taking the organ all the way into their throats.
Miranda moved her hand down and found Jerry's cock and moved it up and down. Jerry found her cunt as he reached down and stuffed three fingers up her as hard and as far as they would reach.
"You two like my dick?" Billy asked, standing with both hands on his hips as they knelt in adoration before him. A handsome young guy and a beautiful woman, sucking on his big sixteen-year-old dick! He felt the surging in his balls each time they licked there, and he especially liked it when one tongue wrapped over his nuts as the other set of lips fitted over the end of his organ. It was power-he was king of the mountain-and he was almost ready to cum.
He thought about cumming into both their mouths at once, or making them lie down on the floor as he beat himself off above them, making them cry out for his jism and finally spilling it all over their bodies. Then he thought of cumming twice, once into each of their mouths as the other watched. And he thought of cumming into jerry's mouth and making him kiss Miranda with the cum still in there and flooding her mouth with it. But then another came into mind and he knew that would be what he would do....
But first jerry was moving his face around to Billy's ass-hole, getting ready to rim him. He spread the tight cheeks and moved his face there, licking softly at first, and then sticking his tongue as far into the crevice as it would reach. Billy loved it-it was one of the things he liked done to himself best.
"Suck my cock hard," Billy ordered Miranda.
She moved her face back and forth in even strokes now, in rhythm with his hips.
"Eat out my ass-hole, rim me good, you mother-fucker," Billy shouted to jerry.
Jerry had his face plastered in the boy's ass, sticking his tongue as far up the hole as he could. Miranda sucked wildly on his cock at the same time. Billy was near orgasm again, so he pulled out and said, "Stop, wait...."
"Wow," Jerry said, pulling his wet face from Billy's beautiful ass-hole.
Miranda looked up.
"Miranda, get down on the floor and open your mouth," Billy said. She obeyed. "Jerry, you kneel on the other side of her."
Billy knelt on one side and Jerry on the other, each positioning their cockheads over her mouth. Then Billy said, "Now, Miranda, we're gonna beat off and we're gonna cum together and you'd better not spill a drop."
Miranda looked up with fire in her eyes, staring at the two huge cockheads above her face. She watched as the hands began moving along their shafts, pulling forward and back as the two hunky boys masturbated themselves over her face.
"Miranda, feel our balls," Jerry said, and she obeyed him too, lightly fingering their swollen, hanging young-boy nuts. She could hardly wait for the deluge of creamy young sperm!
Their cockheads seemed to swell at the same time. "Tell me when, Jerry," Billy said.
The breathing grew faster and harder as Miranda pulled on their balls.
"Please, please cum," she moaned.
"I.. .I'm almost there," Jerry said breathlessly, beating his hand back and forth so fast Miranda couldn't even see his cock shaft-it was a blur of motion.
"I'm ready, just say when," Billy gasped, his body shivering in anticipation, sweating.
"CUM! CUMMMMMMMMM!" Miranda shouted, opening her mouth wide, ready for the hot load.
"Hold on, baby, this is IT!" Jerry shouted, sopping his hand on the shaft, watching the tip beginning to open with its explosion.
"QUICK!" Billy shouted, "hold your cock against mine so the cum will fall down together," and they pressed their cockheads together.
The deluge came! Both tips opened at the same time and gush after gush of hot creamy cum shot from them. But the streams didn't shoot into the air, their jism mixed together and fell in a steady white river, right into Miranda's gurgling throat, coating her lips and tongue and teeth. It seemed as if it would never stop coming-she choked and swallowed eight or nine times. And then she closed her lips as it ended, and the boys fell back on their knees.
She was glad she'd come over in the nude!
"Have a good time," Miranda said to her parents as they were about to leave.
"Are you sure you don't want to come? The movie's supposed to be wonderful...." her mother urged, but Miranda shook her head.
"No, I really just want to curl up with a book and go to bed early. Had a hard day at the office."
'"Bye, angel," her father said, kissing her on the cheek. just as they were about to go out the door, her mother turned to her and said, "Oh, Miranda, why don't you invite Billy over to dinner with us on Sunday?"
Miranda gulped. "Oh, that sounds fine," she said, closing the door after them. She'd told her parents that she and the high school kid next door had been getting to know each other, that they were friends, lust the evening before, Miranda and Billy had gone "out to dinner" and it had pleased her parents that she was developing a friendship that seemed to make her happy, even though the boy was quite young. They didn't know, however, that "going to dinner" meant sucking him off in the front seat of his car!
Miranda thought how nice it would be to have Billy to dinner with them-she could just picture his feet wrapped around her leg under the table, his fingers up her snatch as they ate dessert, while her father talked about baseball. Her dad was impressed to hear Billy wanted, to attend the University of Wisconsin someday-his alma mater.
The doorbell rang a few minutes after Miranda had seen her parents off. She opened it and Billy stood there, smiling. "Hi," he said, stepping in.
"Hi," Miranda replied, closing the door after him.
Billy flopped out on the couch. "Saw your mom and dad leave. Thought I'd come over and keep you company."
"They went to a movie," she said, sitting next to him. "They'll be back in a few hours, so we'd better not start...."
Billy kissed her, stopping her from worrying about her parents. "We've got a good three hours of loving," he whispered in between kisses.
"You're invited to dinner Sunday."
"You're kidding!" he said, surprised.
"Mom said so."
"Can I fuck you on the dining room table while they watch?"
"I don't think they'd go for that." She giggled. It was quite a thought!
"Can I fuck you up in your bedroom after dinner, then?"
"They'd wonder what we were doing up there all alone."
"Tell them we're playing checkers."
"Silly," Miranda said, hugging him. "Let's go for a ride."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I guess I'm worried we'll forget about the time and they'll come home."
"Shit," Billy said, moving closer to her, taking her in his arms, gently, kissing her on the lips. Gripping each other, they slid off the couch to the floor. Billy moved the coffee table away so they'd have more room.
"Turn out the lights at least," Miranda said, again wanting things to be romantic.
"I want to see you," Billy responded, holding himself above her. He thrust his tongue out and licked her lips, then sucked her chin a little.
Miranda was passive, closing her eyes in a soft sigh. She let Billy do whatever he wanted, loving the way he moved his mouth down to her neck and sucking on her flesh. He nibbled her skin gently and she began to get more and more excited.
Pressing his hands over the heavy mounds of her breasts, he squeezed them slightly. Miranda shuddered from his touch and rolled her nipples around between his thumb and forefinger, sliding down off her and stretching his legs out on the carpet. Slowly, his hands traveled down over her breasts, fondling them and caressing them.
Then he massaged her smooth rounded stomach and her snatch. She moaned hotly as she felt the tips of his young fingers rubbing up against her pubic bush, still hidden beneath the cloth of her skirt. Suddenly, he wrenched her legs apart and shoved his face down between her thighs, pressing his mouth over her crotch and stuffing the cloth up inside her pussy as she lay back and trembled, feeling more aroused than ever before.
Miranda could feel Billy's tongue dipping into her slit, separated from him by the material of her skirt. She wanted him to rip it off her and rape her, to take her brutally and violently until she couldn't see straight.
Perhaps he read her mind or perhaps that was the way he was accustomed to making love, but without warning Billy grabbed hold of the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down as she squirmed over on her side as he pulled it off her, and then her blouse, leaving her lying naked on the floor.
"Oh, Billy, darling," she whispered, rolling her head back and forth on the carpet, feeling her naked body under his watchful eyes.
"Man, you're beautiful!" Billy said, staring at her with narrowed, tigerish eyes. She was vulnerable and totally defenseless, and he looked at her as if he was fucking her with his eyes, taking in every detail of her well-developed and now well-known body. She spread her legs apart so that the outer lips of her pussy opened up to reveal the hot pink interior of her twat.
"I'm gonna give you everything you want," Billy said, his eyes fixed on her cunt, already damp and glistening with natural feminine moisture, sexual moisture.
"Tell me," she whispered, dry-mouthed, staring up at him with unabashed lust. "Tell me what you're going to do to me!"
"I'm gonna fuck you...."
"YES!"
"...and eat your cunt out...."
"OH, YES!"
"...and suck your tits...."
"BILLY!"
"...and bang the living fuck outta you."
"GOD!" She dug her fingernails into the carpet in wild expectation.
Billy rose to his feet and Miranda sighed and moaned with delight, gazing at the thick outline of his cock in his pants. It looked enormous, bigger than ever, and she wanted it out of his pants now, in her hand, in her face, in her cunt! She watched unblinking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, teasing her, making her drool.
The muscles of his young tight body rippled on his stomach like ridges on a washboard. As far as Miranda was concerned, Billy was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen-the most beautiful boy/man she'd ever seen, because he certainly was a man in many ways. He was the perfect specimen of what turned her on in the opposite sex, and she watched the perfect specimen of a boy/man start to open his belt buckle.
He stopped abruptly. "Undress me," he said. "And then take my dick in your mouth and suck it till it's drained dry!" He stood rooted in his place, his legs spread a bit, his arms crossed over his chest like a statue of a Greek god, his bulging muscles shining in the bright light of the room.-
Miranda got to her feet, her knees weak with sexual desire, and crouched down in front of him. She pulled down the zipper of his jeans. Then, slowly, trying to excite him by the very tentativeness of her motions, she lowered them over his hips and thighs.
Glancing up at his hard but gentle eyes, she saw that he was breathing hard, obviously quite aroused. Tugging hard, his jeans slid down over his hips and a groan of delight escaped from between Miranda's lips. Billy wasn't wearing anything under his jeans.
She couldn't hold herself back any longer.
She suddenly wrenched down his pants and gasped out loud, seeing his familiar dick as if for the first time. It amazed and startled her, how perfect it looked, how delicious. She had to have it!
She slammed her head forward and opened her lips wide and tried to cram Billy's monstrous organ inside her mouth.
"Yes," he said, stroking her hair, "suck on it. Make it get even bigger. Harder! I'll give it to you, Miranda! I'll give you all the cum in my nuts ... "
Greedy, thirsty for a taste of his cum, his wonderful cream, Miranda ran her tongue around the glans of his penis, probing the tiny slip of his puckered piss-hole as if to suck up his as-yet-unreleased cock juices. Billy shivered and played with his feverish prick. She tried to get more and more of his massive erection into her mouth, reaching up at the same time to fondle his heavy-hanging boy nuts. jiggling them up and down as cunt juice trickled down her legs, Miranda's excitement and sense of desire was incredibly intense. Billy responded by pumping his meat forward as he tried to cram every last thick inch of his dick deep into her throat. It hit the back of her mouth and she nearly choked, pulling away and then bearing down on him again.
She ran her hands up and down around his hairy groin as he shivered and she knew that he was certainly responding, that he was getting himself more and more worked up. Finally, Billy flung her down and off of him, swiveling around.
Miranda lunged forward, stuffing his cock into her mouth as he grabbed her legs and buried his face between her moist, dripping thighs.
"Eat me!" she screamed, licking and running her tongue i p and down the extended length of his dick.
"Suck on it, eat me!" she cried again. "Move your tongue inside my cunt. Lick it harder, go deeper, deeper!" She was caught in a whirlwind of erotic pleasure.
Billy's tongue was incredibly long and he shoved it down into her hole, rubbing it briskly up and down the slickly moist walls of her pussy before wrapping it tightly around her clit. He kept squeezing that hot little knob of flesh until she had to beg him to stop, for she couldn't take the exquisite intensity of her excitement and mounting lust.
But Billy wasn't about to stop!
He kept tonguing and sucking on Miranda's twat, never pausing for even a moment. His hips pumped down as he stroked into her, forcing her to suck on his penis, harder and harder, as she inhaled his musky, sweaty scent and reached up to grasp his buttocks, pulling his firm and muscled body against her. His chest was soon rubbing over her belly and his pubic bush scraped briskly and fiercely between her boobs.
Miranda was on fire. In all her thirty years she'd never known such excitement. Shivers of pleasure and sensual delight coursed through her body and all she saw was cock, big thick juicy cock staring her in the eye as she tasted it, smelled it, felt it and clawed at Billy's ass, pulling him down to her.
Then she did something that drove him out of his mind. She wanted to continually experience him, totally, to take every part of his lean; hunky body. Slowly, she pulled away from his cock and began to suck on his nuts. They were heavy, filled with hot cream, and he moaned loudly as he felt her lips and tongue working between his legs.
But she kept going. Even as Billy's tongue dug all the way down into her pussy, Miranda was already licking her way along the virile youth's furrow at the underside of his balls. He shivered and trembled, pushing himself against her as her tongue worked its way between the cheeks of his ass.
She's gonna suck my ass-hole!
CHAPTER NINE
Billy looked over his shoulder just in time to see her spreading the fragrant cheeks of his moist ass apart. That was probably the point on his body which excited him the most, his hot and throbbing ass-hole. He remembered when he first started beating off, he was always fascinated with his sweaty ass-hole, and he rubbed it and played with it all the time.
He underwent a violent convulsion of pleasure and delight as Miranda dug her tongue up into his damp and coarse-haired anus, cleaning it of funkiness. She kept sucking as he returned to her pussy, slowly sliding off it and licking his way down her vaginal furrow.
He was going to rim her as well, and she responded by relaxing totally as her tongue felt the puckers and creases of his corrugated ass-hole. She inhaled his scent, his manliness and heavy body aroma as the tip of her tongue worked its way in circles, swabbing his anus and chewing on his coarse dark hair, which grew in abundance, almost obscuring his ass-hole from sight.
Meanwhile, Billy had found her own ass-hole and before Miranda could do a thing-not that she wanted to stop him-had jabbed his tongue down hotly, pushing it right up inside her rectum.
"God," she panted as she kept whimpering, feeling his tongue entering, stretching the sensitive skin wide as he began to lick and tongue her dry rectal walls. His excitement and growing lust was evident in the way his cock twitched between her breasts, frictioning hotly against her.
She poked it in and out, tickling and exciting his prostate as he rubbed his body against her, grinding down hotly until Miranda thought his cock was a crowbar, so hard and rigid that it seemed to press against her rib cage, making her weak with hunger pains, pangs of cock-hunger as her pussy twitched and burned with fire.
She pulled her face from his ass. "Fuck me, Bill!" She didn't realize she called him "Bill" instead of "Billy." All she wanted was to get fucked by him, hard, fast, manly-to hell with Women's Liberation, she wanted a man dominating her. And she now had a boy who was more of a man than most men! "Fuck me fast before I go crazy!" she gasped.
Billy swung around and hovered above her, his eyes glinting and his tongue darting in and out of her mouth like a snake. "You want it all now?" he asked in a whisper that gave Miranda shivers.
She nodded her head, looking down between his legs to where his cock rose past his belly, swollen and heavy, and arm of hot fresh which she burned to have thrust inside her.
"Tell me how much you want it. Is it big enough for you, Miranda?" Billy was talking again, his particular fetish, "Fuck me, fuck meeeee," she squealed, looking at his huge young cock.
"Maybe you want two of them up you at once? Should I call Jerry?"
"NO! I only want you, I only want your cock!"
"I love it, I adore it!" Miranda drooled saliva down the corner of her mouth. "I want your sweet, beautiful cock and your gigantic balls. Fill me, shove it in me, make me groan for it. I'm empty, Billy-fill me up!"
Billy smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. He looked like the all-American boy, the typical high school athlete with a cock that would choke a horse. He presented a virile presence that was overpowering to Miranda.
He reached down between her legs and took hold of his cock. Then, crouching in front of her, his knees resting on the carpet, he wagged it before her eyes, bent lower and began to rub the huge fistful of cockhead across her quivering vulva.
Miranda shivered again, spasms making her tremble as if she was getting the chills. "Yes, Billy darling, fuck me!" she moaned, her eyes fixed on the swollen dick as it rubbed across her hairy, crimson gash, spreading apart the cunt lips until she felt the smooth blood-filled head against her still little clitoris. "Give it to me, you beautiful little bastard!"
"Fuck you, honey!" Billy said, gritting his teeth. He wedged the head of his massive, steely dick right between the outer lips of her pussy. It frictioned up against her clit and she arched her hips, hoping to draw it down into her to fill her and consume her with his thick staff of virility.
But Billy had other plans....
He obviously wanted to get Miranda so worked up that she wouldn't be able to control herself. And the more he teased, the more excited she became. He rubbed his cockhead back and forth over her clit and vulva, never pushing it farther down to where her hot gaping hole waited.
Her cunt muscles kept fluttering, clenching, clamping, and then opening and loosening again at the emptiness inside her snatch.
"PLEEEEEASE!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, a rising plea which broke the overheated silence of the room. "I can't wait...." and the words trailed off, stuck in her throat, as Billy lunged forward with a massive, fast, bone-jarring thrust!
"AARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" The scream hovered like a bubble before her lips as her big eyes bugged out of her head. For Billy, with a crazed fuck-hunger for her which knew no bounds, had plunged his dick all the way up her twat. But he didn't stop thrusting, penetrating and inserting, moving forward until every last thick inch was buried down inside her vagina.
Miranda couldn't breathe. The pressure pinned her to the floor as more and more of the boy next door's cock shoved down into her womb. It kept coming, more and more of it, until the head hit her uterus and she nearly fainted from sheer joy, the sheer thrill of having Billy's cock buried inside her pussy once again.
He stopped and didn't move.
He looked down to where his wiry, black pubic bush rubbed up against her own curly mound. His dick all the way in her cunt, filling her to the bursting point. Her pussy walls were stretched to the breaking point and his cock pressed against the thin membrane which separated her vagina from her rectum.
It was as if he was fucking her ass as well, pushing up against her belly, his cock almost in her throat as he slowly began to pull away and she kept whimpering, panting and sobbing as he pulled his cock halfway out and then plunged it down again with brutal, agonizing force.
Harder and harder, he slammed into her, never saying a word, concentrating on what he was doing. Miranda felt his heavy pendulous balls hitting her upraised buttocks, battering against them like a clenched fist, hard, tight, as he drilled and jack-hammered his dick in and out, crushing her clit flat against his cock shaft.
He breathed down her neck as his strong, young shining body fucked her, fucked her expertly with every muscle, every ounce of energy he possessed. "Grab me with your cunt," he cried out. Miranda worked her cunt muscles against his cock.
She had her legs up over his heaving back and she gripped his shoulders as he crushed her with his weight and the sheer force and hunger of his deeply penetrating thrusts. "I'll cum, I'll cum," she whispered.
Her orgasm seemed to ready itself in an amazingly short period. Never had she felt the things that were happening to her now. Never had she believed Billy could fuck her like this with such raw animal power, and yet with so much love, with such strength and lust and driving, throbbing force.
Billy was her prince and she was Alice lost in her own Wonderland of sex! He was raping her, her prince, taking her into his young arms until she felt his cock penetrating everywhere, impaling her to the floor as it shoved in and out of her drooling snatch, driving down like a sledgehammer until her head swam and she felt her loins twitching, her cunt burning and her juices readying themselves for the final moment of sexual pleasure.
"Shoot, you little bitch! Shoot, you beautiful doll!" He swore and gnashed his teeth. "Cum and cover my cock with your sweet, thick juice!"
"Oh, Billy," she moaned, loving his manly talk....
"Heat my big, hard dick with your hot pussy juice!" he shouted, pumping his slippery prick into her with violent force.
His words were like perfume to her, a stimulant. They filled her head and then it happened and her climax hit. It sent her hurtling over the edge, filling her with an incredible tidal wave of pleasure as she came, her ankles locked over his back, writhing and tossing about beneath him.
"NOW!" she screamed with the sweet agony of her final release. "It's so good, Billy! I love your thick, juicy cock, I love it, more, more, fuck me, more...." she gurgled and moaned, unable to hold herself back as she suddenly reared up and pulled his cock out to the very tip.
His eyes were on fire now, his lips drawn back in a snarl of erotic violence as he shouted out like a raging animal.
Plowing his almost too sensitive cock into her, he shuddered, trembling all over and cuming as well. Suddenly, great bullet-like wads of his little boy cum began to sear the walls of her dripping cock-stuffed pussy, cascading like a flood into her hole and making her weak, speechless, unable to do anything but hold Billy as he creamed into her snatch.
He babbled on, his words unintelligible, cursing and bellowing as more and more thick semen spurted and gushed into the depths and dripping recesses of her pussy. Miranda's own orgasm was still gripping her in its fierce engulfing hold as she felt dizzy and drenched with sweat. She could feel young Billy's cock expanding and contracting.
She was amazed at how much he could shoot. His cum just kept coming, rushing into her box. He was like a young horse, a young stallion, shooting seven, eight, nine spurts in quick succession until her pussy was filled with his thick, white cream and it dripped down over her pubic bush. It covered his belly and her thighs, dripping onto the carpet as he kept tossing and rolling from side to side, unable to stop.
But finally, he began to quiet down and with a last, harried tremor of excitement, fell on top of her, closing his eyes. He was breathing hard as he crushed her to the floor. A few minutes later he pulled away and Miranda looked down to see where his cum completely obscured her pussy, dribbling out of her snatch and matting her cunt hair.
Billy's cock was slimy with his jism and he smiled at her, kissing her breasts, her nipples, tonguing her pussy dry before he got to his feet. Then he turned, ran up the steps to the second floor, still in a daze, and turned on the shower in the bathroom.
Miranda followed him up the stairs. "What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed. Billy didn't answer. She could only see his silhouette moving behind the shower curtain. He turned the water on.
Miranda pulled the curtain aside, looking at him standing there in the stream of warm water, his cock still hard after their strenuous workout!
She forgot about the fear of her parents returning, and the shock of seeing him taking a shower in her own house. She reached out and touched his dick, knowing that she wanted more, that she had to have it inside her cum-filled pussy again. Billy smiled at her rather mysteriously, then soaped her up as she stepped into the tub, and thrust two jabbing fingers up her sudsy pussy. She held onto him as he poked them in and out of her hole, scraping out the cum and releasing yet another fresh emission of her own pungent pussy fluids.
Finally he turned off the water and they stepped out onto the bath mat. Suddenly, not knowing what to do or what to expect, Miranda staggered back a step as Billy grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up off the floor. He held her aloft and aimed his huge spear of a cock right between her legs.
Yes, give it to me!" she told him hotly, locking her ankles behind the small of his back as he concentrated his weight and power at his hips, thrusting upward. The ruby-red head of his enormous penis pushed right inside her snatch and she screamed out with joy as she felt his thrusting rod deep in her wet and dripping fuck hole.
Pushing down, she looked between her legs, staggered at the sight of his cock buried all the way up her. Once more, she felt her flesh twitch and burning between her legs. Desire and passion were flashing through her body like a neon sign as Billy started to pump his slick cock into her, pushing upward as he held her in the air, her feet around his back.
His tongue was suddenly in her mouth and she sucked on it with delight as he kept thrusting his huge penis in and out with savage probing strokes, almost as if attacking her with a spear. Miranda felt Billy's muscle pulsating and throbbing inside her, alive, moving as she kept groaning out with rising ecstasy.
And all the while Billy slammed into her, leading her out of the bathroom as she clung to him. She couldn't believe it-he was carrying her-and his cock moved inside her cunt with each step. Then unbelievable pressure against the walls of her pussy made her quiver and she kept gasping with delight, holding onto Billy as he carried her down the hall, down the steps, to the living room, rocking her on his long cock.
He led her to a mirror and they watched themselves through the glass., seeing their reflections shivering and moving as Billy kept shoving upward with jabbing lightening-like strokes that burned her, singed her cunt with a marvelous flood of unadulterated physical pleasure.
"I love you," she whispered. "This is how I like your big dick moving inside me all the time, so big and hot!"
He laughed and gripped her more tightly, and as she watched in the mirror, she saw his smooth muscular young tight buttocks contracting, dimples forming as he used his ass to push his slippery cock deeper and deeper into the depths of her overheated vagina. It was even better than the first time.
But, finally, Billy couldn't handle the intensity of his excitement. He shuddered, screaming out that he was going to cum, going to shoot yet another load of his juicy semen into her pussy.
"Do it! DO IT!" Miranda screamed.
"I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna fucking cummmmmmmm!"
"CUM, BILLY, CUM!" she howled.
Billy held his breath and pumped his cockhead into the depths of her cunt. He gripped her tightly and shuddered. She held him around his neck as her legs slipped down to his upper thighs and she wiggled her body back and forth, mashing her belly against his flat loins.
Screaming out, Billy came with a roar, every muscle in his body twitching and shaking as Miranda felt yet another load of semen pouring into her, dripping over her pussy and down her thighs. Her insides felt mushy, wet with cum as she too let loose, her orgasm upon her in a flash.
"OH, BILLY, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOUR COCK!" She screamed wildly, pulling his hair, howling with pleasure. "YOUR COCK, YOUR COCK! FUCK ME HARDER, FUCK MY BURNING CUNT WITH YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!"
Then, as she dug her fingernails into the sweating young boy's back, she heard a scream! It was a woman's voice, a high-pitched voice, like the sound of. a wounded animal, a voice filled with terror and disbelief.
Miranda dropped her feet to the floor and turned her head. Her mother and father stood in the doorway.
Billy froze, looking directly into her father's face, his cock rapidly shrinking. He thought all at once he was going to be killed-he imagined that in the next few seconds her dad would beat him, drag him to his house, and present him to his parents, naked, his cock still covered with her pussy juice and his cum, the cum he'd spilled into her spasming cunt.
But nothing of the sort happened. Miranda dropped to the floor and Billy's big dick slipped out of her pussy with a loud slurping sound and hung dripping between his legs. Miranda turned her head. She'd never hurt her parents before, she'd never done anything wrong.
Her mother dropped her purse and then fainted, falling to the floor in one soft, almost dance-like move. Her husband grabbed her, breaking her fall, and held her, fanning her face. It seemed like a scene right out of a bad movie. But it was real-the woman had been shocked, utterly shocked, her whole world suddenly collapsing.
Billy just stood there shaking. Tears formed in his eyes and he wanted to say something, to do something, but his mouth wouldn't open, and he didn't know what to do.
Miranda's father looked at him and said, "Get out of my home. And don't ever show your goddamn face in here again. Punk kid your age should be playing with tinker toys." His eyes were filled with more disgust than rage.
Then Miranda turned and ran up the stairs and slammed the door to her room. Her sobs could be heard in the living room.
Billy slipped into his jeans and grabbed his shirt.
He ran out the door, without a sound, without looking back, as Miranda's parents sat on the floor, near the door, holding each other tightly.
That evening marked a change in Miranda's life-the end of something and yet the beginning of something else. It was the break she needed, the break she should have made long ago. It was the break from her parents and her life as a small-town virgin. It had happened in the worst way possible and she hated herself and Billy for it, but in a way she was glad, even though she knew she'd hurt her mother for the rest of her life.
In a few hours, when her parents had gone into their room, unable to face her, she dressed and left the house. She got into her Javelin and drove into Milwaukee, down to the lakefront, stopping for a while to stare at the dark water of Lake Michigan
She loved her parents and didn't know what to do. Time would tell, perhaps they could talk about it someday. She also loved Billy-or so she thought, at least then-and she wouldn't give him up. She wondered if he'd ever see her again?
She didn't know what was going to happen. He'd invited her to go off with him to northern Wisconsin on a camping trip the following weekend. She hoped he'd still want to take her.
She needed to get away.
CHAPTER TEN
Miranda and Billy sat in the large tent, around the small lantern. They could hear the crickets chirping. "Have you been here before?" Miranda asked.
"Sure, Jerry and I came up a few times last summer," he answered, taking off his shirt.
"I honestly don't know how we got down that road. There hasn't been a human in this area for a hundred years!" She giggled. They were camped near a little stream, secluded in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. In actuality-and Billy knew it, but he kept it a secret-they were separated from a large public camping area only by a small hill and part of the forest.
"The bugs might get us," he said, grinding his teeth, playfully.
"Oh, Billy, stop it!"
"Miss Nurse, the animals are all gonna suck your pretty pussy and fuck you tonight!" He was on all fours, growling. "Grrrrrrrr!" He bit her arm.
"Stop!" she squealed, laughing. "Billy, stop it!" She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her and fell on top of her.
"Billy, what am I going to do?" she said, suddenly very serious as they lay there on the blanket in front of the lantern. She'd been lapsing into serious thought all the while they drove up there.
"Miranda, I told you, we came here to forget. We'll decide for sure when we get back. I told you I think you should go and get a place of your own in the city, at least till your folks settle down. Now, not another word about it."
"I'll miss you when you go off to school," she said, sadly.
"Shhhhhh," he said, pressing a finger to her lips.
She nodded and Billy smiled and held her close, rolling over with her onto the soft sleeping bags. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her for a long time, holding his tongue far into her mouth, not moving. Then he started fucking her mouth with his tongue and she began to moan.
After the scene with her parents, and the coldness when she left, Miranda needed sex-she needed to take everything out on Billy, take it out on his cock. After all, he was the one responsible for the mess she was in and he deserved a little brutality. She loved the boy but she had to take everything she could get from him for a change, to drain him dry.
"Make love to me, honey," Miranda moaned, pulling her head away.
"Kiss me," Billy said softly.
"No, take my breasts out and kiss them."
"Oh, baby, talk to me, tell me what to do...." Billy pulled her breasts out of her blouse so hard he popped a button. He thrust one in his mouth, trying to suck in as much of the beautiful globe as possible. Then he bit the nipple slightly, teasing her.
"Harder," Miranda said, rubbing her fingers through his hair.
Billy bit harder on the nipple, and Miranda moaned and then pulled his hands away. He went to her other breast and licked it and then sucked on it like a baby. His hands moved down and opened his jeans and he pulled his cock out of his pants and took it in his hand.
Miranda looked down to see the glistening head of his penis, already wet with premature semen. "Your cock's wet, suck if off," Miranda said, pulling away.
She lifted his legs in the air, over his head, forcing his cock up to his lips.
"That's hard to do," Billy said. He had to be in the perfect position, and he wasn't, with his head resting on the sleeping bag.
"You did it easy enough before," Miranda said, and then gave a hard shove and his cock hit his lips and he licked off the drop of white at the slit. She dropped his ,ett.
"That hurt," Billy said.
"What hurt?"
"My cock, the zipper cut into my cock!"
"I'll make it better," she said, then dropped her head to his dick and sucked it into her throat. She took it all in one long bite, forcing the head down into her.
"Oh, man, suck it! Suck it, baby! It's feeling better already!" Billy was ecstatic. He tried to get his jeans down over his ass but he couldn't. Finally, with his cock still stuffed down her throat, he knelt and pushed his jeans down to his knees. Then he fell down and his cock popped out of her mouth, so he could kick off his pants.
"Talk to me, baby," Billy said.
"Talk to you?" she replied. "You want to get all excited when I say shit and fuck and cunt and suck? How about ass-hole and suck and tongue and clit and balls?"
"Yeah," Billy said, grasping his hard dick in his hand, beating it up and down.
"Stick your finger up your ass-hole, " Miranda ordered.
"What?" Billy asked, amazed that she was giving orders.
"Put your finger up your ass-hole so I can watch you finger-fuck yourself!"
"Wow," he said, spreading his legs wide. He brought one finger down to his ass-hole and moved it around and around. Miranda held the cheeks apart, spreading the hair-lined rim of his pink anal entrance.
"Stick it in slow, make it hurt," Miranda said, as she watched his fingers starting to push into his own ass-hole.
"Here goes, baby! I'm fucking myself!" He shoved his finger up his ass, hard, fast, lunging nearly to the hilt.
"ALL THE WAY!" Miranda squealed, giving his hand a shove, pushing his finger all the way up his ass-hole.
"CHRIST!" Billy exclaimed, feeling it up there to his palm.
"Fuck yourself," Miranda ordered, hot with excitement as she became the master now, and he the little boy she was teaching....
"I am, I am," he moaned, his finger jabbing in and out of his ass-hole.
"Now pull it out and suck it clean!" she said. He'd been sadistic to her-now she knew how it felt! He was seeing what it was like to be on the other end!
Billy obeyed her. He pulled his shit-streaked finger from his ass and put it into his mouth and licked it with his tongue. It tasted bitter, and he fucked his lips with it as Miranda stood up and took off the rest of her clothes. Her shadow on the wall of the tent looked spooky, casting an eerie glow over the area.
"I'm a ghost," Miranda said.
"Some ghost," Billy breathed, excited.
Miranda knelt down to the ground and brought her hand to Billy's smooth hard chest. He lay back and let her feel him, his cock standing up from the dark hair of his crotch. Miranda let her long chestnut hair fall to his flesh and she caressed him with it, lightly touching his nipples with her soft lips.
Billy closed his eyes as he felt her mouth closing around his hard nipple and then her tongue licked at it and sent shivers through his body. Slowly, licking all the way, she moved down the center of his body, to his navel and then to the thatch of thick, dark, young pubic hair, next to his hard dick.
"Suck my balls, please, Miranda, suck my balls," he begged softly, lifting his head to watch.
She tickled her tongue around his balls, stimulating him there.
"Please, suck them" he moaned.
She licked around them, and then back to his stomach, teasing him tenderly.
"SUCK MY BALLS!" he shouted.
"What? You want your balls sucked? Can't you suck them yourself?" She looked him in the eye for a moment-he looked stunned, almost not able to cope with the game she was playing-and then slammed her head between his legs and pulled both of his big balls into her mouth!
She almost gagged at first, because it was hard to breathe, but she had them in there, both of them, moving them with her tongue, wetting them with her saliva. Suddenly she felt a hand working its way up her thigh and finally a finger slid up her cunt. She trembled and moved her tongue all the more. The finger moved as her tongue moved, his balls being stimulated in her mouth, her cunt being stimulated by his hand.
She released his nuts and then jerked her head up, kneeling, looking to the roof of the tent. "Finger-fuck my pussy, hard, Billy," she commanded.
Billy immediately stuffed two fingers up her cunt. He worked them up and down, hard. "like it, Miranda? Huh?"
"Make me wet, make me juice," Miranda panted, her senses reeling with pleasure.
"I love your cunt, Miranda," Billy said, breathing heavily as he thrust his fingers up and down inside her beautiful, womanly pussy.
"Fuck me, you little bastard, you beautiful little bastard," she cried out, clenching her teeth and reaching down to hold onto his cock.
"Ohhhhh!" Billy gasped, working his hand fast, feeling the inside of her warm, wonderful pussy.
"Make me cum! Make me cum!" she cried.
"You're hurting me," he shouted suddenly, feeling her fingernails digging into the side of his dick.
"MAKE ME CUM, DAMN YOU!" she squealed, grabbing his cock tighter.
"Owwwww, you're hurting my dick," Billy moaned, but he knew his shouts would do no good. The only way he could get her to release his cock was to make her cum, and he was sure trying his best. He pulled his hand down, pushing it up again, ramming his fingers in her cunt. He had three fingers up her now and her cunt was becoming juicier by the moment, but the flood hadn't yet come, and his dick was killing him.
"OH, CHRIST! YES, YES, YES!" Suddenly she gulped and dropped his dick to his stomach. She quivered and shook and sighed as her orgasm reached the top. His hand went wet and hot and he gave one hard push up her and followed her as she fell face-forward to the sleeping blanket. He kept his hand buried in her dripping pussy till she turned over and moved next to him.
"You've learned a lot," Billy said, gently touching her lips with his fingers.
"So have you," she replied. "Fuck my mouth."
"What?"
"Fuck my mouth!" She turned on her back and looked to the ceiling. "Get up here and fuck my mouth, sit on my tits!"
Billy could hardly believe his ears. His cock rose to attention again and he straddled her, putting his balls on her neck, resting his ass slightly on her breasts. Miranda brought her hands up and ran them up and down his smooth back, then let a few fingers slide under to his spread hot ass-hole. She fingered him and his cock slapped down on her face.
She opened her lips. "Stick that beautiful pole in and fuck me till you cum," she ordered, looking at it.
"Open wide, baby! I'm gonna break your jaw with my cock!" Billy rammed his dick in and out of her mouth, just as if it were her cunt. "Don't choke on it," he said, shoving his hips forward, his balls hitting her chin, his cock scraping the roof of her, mouth.
"Mmmmmmffffff," Miranda moaned, rolling her eyes back, feeling the monster prick slamming into her throat, over her teeth, along her tongue.
He pumped his blood-filled cock wildly into her mouth, feeling her tongue lapping at the mushroom head. He knew he was going to cum easily. He knew she wanted it, slapping her hands against his bare ass, playing with his hard anal opening, scratching at his sides, his thighs. He could feel her taut nipples hitting his ass with each stroke and his balls battered her soft chin.
But he couldn't cum. He didn't know why, but he lost his excitement. Maybe he was breathing too hard, he thought, and slowed down, but Miranda didn't. She moaned and bit and scratched, begging for his load. In a minute she realized she wasn't going to get it. He was trying too hard to fill her with the over-powering load he was hoping for.
Finally, he pulled his cock from her mouth.
"Why the fuck can't you cum?" she asked, almost bitterly.
"I.. .I don't know, I don't know. Let's try again," he said, but Miranda sat up and pushed him down to the sleeping bags. She forced his legs wide and held his cock up in the air.
"Now you'll see what it's like to get sucked since you can't even fuck a girl in the mouth." That was a blow to his masculinity and he didn't like it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted a blow-job, he wanted to show her he had enough cum for three loads. He would choke her with his sperm.
She took his cock in her lips and started working it half to death. Her teeth scraped the sides, her tongue forced the slit open, her lips hugged the base. She sucked better than she'd ever sucked before and she knew she was again in control. She was happy he hadn't been able to cum while fucking her mouth, this way she was winning, she was calling the shots.
Then, all of a sudden, with a groan from his cock and a glow in his eyes, Billy shot off. His cock opened and pumped her mouth full of semen, squirt after squirt of hot, milky-thick fluid, and she took it all, sucking it down her throat without losing a drop. She kept up her movements all through it, sliding her lips up and down on the wet shaft, till he was done and his cock and entire body ached from what they had been through.
She dropped his cock and looked at him. He was the picture of a peaceful, satisfied child but she wasn't done yet. She wasn't satisfied by any means. The feelings were still all tumbled inside her and she had to get them out.
"I want to get fucked," she said, lying back, spreading her legs.
"Now?"
"Now."
"But, Miranda-" he started to say. "But, Miranda!" she mimicked. "Can't we wait ... ? "
"Can you get it up again? Huh, little Billy?" She didn't know why she was being so terrible to him! Perhaps it was the way to get back at him for coming over the night her parents caught them....
He was furious. He flipped over, jumped up to his knees and fell on her, pinning her to the ground. His distended cock pressed against her belly. "Feel that? That's my HARD COCK!"
"Yes, yes," she moaned against his lips.
"You wanna get fucked?"
"Yes, goddammit, yes!"
"Tell me more," he said sharply, pulling his hand around to the back of her hair, tugging at it. "FUCK ME!" she screamed. "More," he said, holding off, making her beg. "I want your cock! Your dick! Your pee-pee."
"MY BIG FAT PRICK?"
She was in rapture now, unable to think straight. "Oh, yes, your prick, your prick, your beautiful cock! Oh, Billy darling, fuck me till it fills my whole body, fuck me till I choke on your cum!" There were tears in her eyes.
"What else?" he said, breathing hard, sadistically, holding his hard cock against her stomach.
"I want to feel it spurting your cum inside me, deep inside my pussy," she moaned.
Billy braced himself on top of her, his legs outstretched between hers. "Take my dick in your hand," he said, "put it in place,"
Miranda reached down between his legs and grabbed hold of his swollen cockshaft and waited for him to move down. Then, when he was in place, she aimed his dickhead into position and felt it touch her pussy.
Pushing her hand away, Billy took a deep breath, centered his weight at his hips and rammed his cock right into place, right down between her legs where her vagina made a "V"-shaped gash that was too lovely to ever resist.
Billy let out a little laugh and slammed down hard, feeling his cock moving into place, making a tunnel down into the very depths of her slick and dripping pussy. Her vagina felt as tight as it had been the day he'd taken her virginity-it felt as if she were scraping the skin off his dick. Burrowing all the way down, he rested on top of her, feeling the last hot inches of his cock slipping into her slippery, womanly hole.
His strong belly pressed against her loins and he held her in a rigid embrace, his arms around her shoulders as he began to beat out a sharp resounding tattoo. He hammered his fuck tool in and out of her vibrating cunt with deeply penetrating strokes.
Faster and faster he worked on her as he felt her cunt grabbing hold of his cock meat like a well-oiled sleeve, a tight-fitting glove. "Use your cunt muscles," he said, banging his prick into her rippling snatch with a wild kind of fuck-hunger that only a person sixteen years old could have.
Miranda clamped and unclamped her cunt muscles around his rigid organ. She felt him lashing down again and again, whacking it into her, his hips pressing her flat against her back. She felt her curly pubic hairs against his flesh and she arched her pelvis up to meet his strokes, one after another.
Billy felt insane, filled with uncontrollable excitement. His body was keyed up like a well-oiled machine and every thought, every rippling moment and motion was centered on fucking the beautiful woman he'd lived so close to for so many years.
She's a fucking animal tonight. He loved her when she was wild and free. Her fingernails raked into his back as they tossed and rolled around from side to side in a frenzy of erotic delight. Billy slammed into her cunt with all of his energy, savoring the tightness and the warmth as Miranda began to hug his shaft, using her muscles to milk his cock, gripping it so Billy felt fingers were pulling on it rather than her cunt!
"Kill me with your cock," she whispered, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She clutched him and humped up to meet each shattering stroke.
He rained down blow after blow as his buttocks quivered with each penetrating insertion. Billy was pumping his meat in like a maniac, pushing it down into the girl's hot body, into the depths of her pussy. He felt a kind of molten energy overcoming him, giving him the power he had lost earlier, giving him back his youthful fuck-power. He felt rejuvenated.
Suddenly, with a shout that rocked the tent, he felt his huge bloated balls tightening as they whacked against Miranda's upraised thighs.
"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" he screamed, grabbing her breasts savagely, ferociously, as he suddenly began to cum.. '! .
"CUM, BILLY, CUM!" she cried out, feeling his body stiffening on top of her.
"Oh, God, I'm shooting. I'm cumming into your fucking goddamn pussy!" Hot wads of young boy jism spurted up out of his pisshole, drenching the inside of her cunt as his entire body went through spasm after spasm. Each burst, each shot of hot sticky cum, was followed by a convulsive shudder as if every muscle in his body was being used "to pump his semen into his old maid girl friend's tight and arousing twat. The old woman who'd become his girl friend. His lover.
He was still cumming, his young boy sperm filling her ageing womb, when she clutched him pressing her tits up against his hard chest, moaning softly into his shoulder. She felt the cum filling her box and she was satisfied.
Finally, they could do no more. They had exhausted themselves, at least for the night. They rolled off each other and smiled, happy, content.
Had they been listening closely at that moment, they would have clearly heard the crack of a twig outside their tent.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Billy lay next to her, drawing deep breaths of air as he tried to catch his breath. He was sopping wet and his cock was rapidly going limp on his stomach. Miranda looked down then bent her head to his dick and cleansed it with her tongue.
All of a sudden there was a cracking sound outside the tent. "What was that!" Miranda asked in alarm. They listened for a moment.
Silence.
"Must've been an animal," Billy said, gently pushing her head back to his cock. "I really want you to suck my dick some more." She was surprised-what was with him tonight? He'd already cum twice....
Miranda took his cock and sucked it till it was hard again. Then she pulled her head off and flicked her tongue over the head, over the tip, and then lay back in the softness of the sleeping bag and felt her hard nipples.
"That all you're gonna do?" Billy asked. He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off as she watched. It began to throb, she could see that, and he was ready for still another bout of sex.
Something inside him was burning.
Rubbing one finger along her cum-smeared pussy, he lubricated his cock, hoping she couldn't move away. She didn't. He sat looking at her firm boobs, watching her hands playing with her hard nipples.
He was ready.
"What're you doing?" she asked, looking back at him.
Billy said nothing. He pulled the cheeks of her soft ass apart. "No, Billy."
"YES!"
"No...." she protested, but not quite enough, knowing that somewhere inside her she really desired it.
He was crouching behind her, gripping his cock with one hand as he pulled apart her buttocks with his other. Her ass-hole was too lovely to be ignored and Billy knew that he had to fuck her that way before long or he'd go crazy. His cock was itching to get inside the luscious, ripe orbs, inside the tight dry hole he'd put his finger into.
"I'm gonna plow you right up your ass!" Billy said.
"Billy, please, it'll hurt!"
"Damn right!" he said, pressing his finger at her virgin opening. Miranda moaned and buried her head into the sleeping bag. "You want it, don't you?" he asked, slapping her ass with the flat of his hand.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, "I want your cock up my ass!"
Billy yelped and then shoved forward, wedging his cock between the juicy round buttocks. She screamed as he started to push it in, but she muffled her voice in the sleeping bag.
"Shut up or I'll slam it all in at once," Billy said, "and your eyes'll pop outta your head!" He wasn't about to stop for anything. He shoved again and, with a great rippling moan, shuddered with delight as his cock entered her super-tight ass-hole. He spat on the place and rolled his hand around his cock, and her resisting ass-hole finally gave way.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH! BILLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Her scream pierced the darkness outside the tent. Animals howled in response.
Billy was quiet, panting, pushing. He shoved again and half of his cock slid up into her ass. She caught her breath and held it. He shoved again, not wasting a second, impaling her to the very base of his well-lubricated penis.
The pain was incredible, so much so that she nearly fainted. She had to close her eyes and breathe easily for a moment. Tears filled her eyes then and she started to cry, half out of pain, half out of love.
Billy suddenly stopped moving. He let his cock rest deep-inside her, waiting for her to get used to it. "You okay, Miranda?" he asked, concerned.
"Ye.. .yes, but it hurts," she moaned. She didn't want him to know she was crying. She wanted to do what he wanted.
"I'll.. .I'll stop if you want...."
"NO, PLEASE DON'T!" she screamed, wanting him to fuck her till he filled her ass with cum. His eyes lit up, and he felt her ass muscles flex. He knew she'd love it.
Billy shut his eyes, feeling the heated ass-hole around his cock. He'd wanted to fuck someone in the ass all his life. Now he was actually doing it, doing what he'd seen done in pictures. Doing it to the beautiful thirty-seven-year-old woman who was his sexual slave, prostrate in front of him, giving him her virgin ass-hole, so he could give her a virgin ass-fuck.
"Oh," she moaned, as he moved his cock a bit.
"Just take it easy, relax," he said, pulling his cock halfway out. He remembered reading that the best way to make an ass-fuck work was to relax. He started pushing and pulling, working up to a steady rhythm.
"Yesssss! Oh God, it feels fantastic," she said, purring, feeling less pain now, aware of more pleasure.
"Oh, Miranda, you're fantastic!" Billy said, pumping her ass harder and harder. Then he reached around and thrust three fingers up into her mushy, cum-wet snatch.
Miranda sighed in pleasure, her pain fading fast as Billy fingered her pussy, exciting her as he worked his huge unwieldy young dick in and out of her ass. It was so tight and hot that he thought everything was going to be perfect-her last bit of virginity had been taken!
But Billy-and Miranda-was in for a surprise. And not a very pleasant one....
Suddenly, as Billy was ramming his cock in and out of Miranda's ass-hole, a figure of a man appeared from under the entrance flap to the tent.
Miranda screamed.
Billy froze on top of her, twisting his head, staring into the unfamiliar, strange eyes.
"Don't move," the guy said in a deep voice, almost a growl. He was about forty, maybe thirty-five, dark, with dark hair and complexion. He was wearing nothing but dirty white jeans, and he was very masculine, almost twice the size of Miranda and bigger than Billy. He was extremely handsome, in a sinister, earthy way.
Billy knew he didn't want trouble-there was a knife sticking out of the man's belt.
"Not a word, then no one gets hurt. I just wanna join in the fun." His voice was gruff, but attractive in an animalistic way. Billy and Miranda were both frightened. The man smiled.
Miranda took a deep breath and trembled, feeling Billy's cock going soft in her ass, slipping out. The man neared them and fell to his knees.
"You always stick your thing up lady's asses?" the man asked Billy.
"No," Billy replied, softly.
"You like fucking this chick here though, in her ass-hole, her hot ass-hole. I heard both of you from the start. Pretty wild cock you got there, kid, but I don't like you hurting her, you know?" The man rubbed his crotch.
You fucking pervert, Billy thought, but didn't say anything. He knew he'd never be able to over power the man.
"He's not ... he's not hurting me," Miranda said.
"What? I heard you screaming," the man reminded her, turning to Billy. He reached over and patted the boy on his naked ass. "Nice ass you got there, boy, but you need to be taught a lesson."
Billy's eyes widened. A lesson? What was this joker going to do? He started pulling off Miranda, cowering.
"Hey, you stay there, you stay on top of her!" the man said, his face full of fascination and power. He wanted Billy to fuck her in the ass again.
"Look, man," Billy said, "my cock's soft and ... "
Slap! The guy whacked his ass again.
"Get it hard, kid! You can't stick that up an ass-hole when it's soft!" Then he opened his pants and pulled out the biggest, fattest cock that Billy and Miranda had ever seen! It was at least a foot long, with a big, uncircumcised head, dark in color, with huge hairy balls hanging underneath. They stared at it.
"God!" Miranda said, afraid the man was planning on sticking it up her ass-hole after Billy finished. She looked up at the intruder. Strange. His eyes seemed soft now, as if he just wanted to join in the fun, not cause trouble. Miranda's fears subsided-she suddenly wanted this guy. One good look at the guy's face and then his hard monster cock was all Billy needed to figure out what he was planning-he saw the huge organ in the guy's hand, all wet on the tip, all ready to slide up Miranda's cunt. Billy knew Miranda was soon going to have two cocks inside her!
"Stick it up her ass again, kid," the guy said to Billy, holding his hot dick in his hand, panting.
"I.. .I...." Billy hesitated.
The man grabbed Billy and knocked him to the ground, pinning him with his heavy arm. "Listen, punk, you just do as I say or I'll wrap your fucking head around a tree and fuck your girl here till she bleeds!" Then the guy let Billy go and he pulled his pants off.
Billy looked at Miranda and said, "Don't be afraid, it'll be all right."
"I'm not afraid," Miranda said, looking into the guy's eyes. Suddenly Billy understood that she was telling the truth, that she was digging-the fact they would now be a threesome going.
"Good girl," the guy said, grasping his hard cock in his hands.
Billy started to move. The man kicked him. "I said not to move, punk. You're gonna watch for a while."
Billy stared at the horse-dick between the guy's legs. It was as big as his arm!
"You see this meat?" the guy asked, waving his dick in front of them. "I'm gonna use this on the lady's pretty ass just like you did, kid."
"Oh, God," Miranda exclaimed. She felt full of fear again, worried that she wouldn't be able to take it up there. She wanted it up her pussy with Billy's dick up her ass at the same time, her cunt, the big cock in there, not up her ass-hole....
Billy looked at the man dumbly as Miranda held her breath. His cock hardened all the way, excited by the fact that he was going to watch Miranda get brutally ass-fucked by the huge cock between the stranger's legs. He was fascinated with the scene, with the power the guy had over them. He suddenly, like Miranda, started liking the whole thing....
"You get on her first, get her all nice and warm, cream in her butt so my dick can slide in," the guy said, looking down at Billy's cock.
Billy gasped at the thought of it! He was going to cum in Miranda's ass-hole and then the big-dicked guy was going to ass-fuck her with his cream as lubricant! He positioned himself, shaking in excitement, putting the head of his prick against Miranda's ass-hole again.
She was silent, her head facing the ground, trembling but knowing she would have to submit to whatever it was the stranger wanted. She worried for Billy, hoping he wasn't upset with her, and though she would have liked it if he had stood up to the man and had acted strong and mature, she was glad he didn't take that chance-she loved him the way he was. She loved him even more now because his cock was going to be inside her again!
Billy shoved forward and his cock entered her tight ass easily, again causing some pain, wonderful pain, and slid all the way in. The friction stimulated both of them and the pressure and the heat all built up, combining to get Billy's cock really working again.
Despite his fears, his dick was hard as rock, still able to plug her ass-hole hard and fast as the man watched with excited interest.-Pretty soon Billy was ramming it into her with the same speed and agility as before. His eyes were shut and he was concentrating on the pleasure when he felt the man reaching down under his balls to feel Miranda's burning wet pussy.
"Oh, lady, you're creaming," the man whispered, stuffing three fingers up Miranda's cunt as Billy fucked her in the ass. The guy could feel Billy's cock moving inside her, through the membrane that separated her cunt and ass channels.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Miranda moaned in pleasure, feeling both the dick and the hand fucking her at the same time. She spread her legs even farther on the ground, hoping the man would get his fingers all the way inside her womb.
As Billy moved his cock in and out of Miranda's bottom, he felt the hand moving under his balls, pressing them back and forth, stimulating them. The guy was moving his fingers back and forth inside Miranda's cunt and Billy's balls were getting some extra stimulation because of it.
"Come on, kid, fill her up with your Jism," the guy moaned, watching Billy's slippery cock sliding in and out of her tight clingy ass-hole.
"Yeah, yeah," Billy moaned, gasping, feeling his balls starting to tighten, starting to get hard with his orgasm.
Miranda squealed in pleasure, knowing what was about to happen. She held her breath as she felt Billy's cock jumping inside her, listening at the same time to the man urging Billy to cream in her, to fill her full of male cum so she could easily be fucked by the giant dick waiting between his legs. She thought Billy's cock was going to explode as the man begged him to shoot!
"Noooooooo," Billy moaned, not wanting to cum yet, wanting to prolong it, but the man grabbed his balls and Miranda begged for it and he lost all control.
"CREAM!" the guy yelled, seeing Billy's body suddenly beginning to shake all over.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Billy moaned, his body shivering, his cockhead begging to burst in her ass.
"BILLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!" Miranda screamed as she felt the hard thrust of his cum-spewing cock, feeling the hot sticky fuck liquid suddenly Creaming into her shit hole, filling her.
"Oh, kid, yes, that's it, fuck her, fill her ass-hole up," the guy whispered as he watched the lips of her ass-hole become loaded with shit-streaked jism. He knelt there, his cock ready between his legs, the foreskin pulled back so the reddish, wet head was all set to slide up her slick ass. "Good kid," the guy said, patting Billy on his buttocks as the last of his jism shot into Miranda's ass. "Now get off."
Billy pulled his shit-coated cock out of Miranda's rectum and rolled over to her side. He looked at her well-fucked ass. It was covered with white jism, bubbling there, hotter than hell, ready for the guy's cock!
"No, please, I can't take...." Miranda's words caught in her throat as she felt a huge, fist like thing entering her ass, ripping her slicked-up rectum apart. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" she screamed, but she knew she could. There was pain, but not as much as she'd expected. Instead, she felt a new kind of pleasure, one which filled both her body and mind. She was tingling with the thought that Billy was watching as the huge cock slid into her ass-hole with his cream, with the very jism he'd just deposited there! And the sensations in her ass were incredible as the big dick shoved all the way into her, all the way up her tender, pretty ass-hole.
Billy stared in amazement, one hand around his still-hard cock, working it up and down. He knew he'd be able to cum again.
"Good girl, good girl," the man whispered, letting his cock rest in her ass, not moving a muscle.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Miranda begged, wanting to feel his cock moving in there like Billy's had done. "PLEEEEEASE!" She was wild now, like an animal. She reached out and grabbed Billy's balls and started fondling them. Then, with her other hand, she reached around and felt the guy's balls on her pussy, his big hairy nuts that were right under his cock, right between their legs. "Please fuck me," she moaned.
The guy pulled his prick half way out of her ass and then pushed it back down. His cock rammed into her, hard, and she gasped in pleasure. She grabbed Billy's cock and said, "Let me suck it clean." and Billy moved in front of her and sat there. She took his shit-and-cum-streaked cock in her mouth, hungrily, and started sucking it clean as the guy began to fuck her ass with his huge organ.
"Hold on, baby, you're gonna get the balling of your life," the man. said, shoving his cock into her ass-hole as he watched her sucking on Billy's shitty dick.
She could feel the man pistoning his prick in and out of her shit hole, his heavy weight against her back. She was moving in rhythm, humping up toward him, clenching and unclenching her muscles in an effort to hold his cock tight with her wet, creamy ass lips.
The guy shoved his whole body down on Miranda. His cock practically pushed through the end of her ass-hole, filling every inch of her rectum, nearly causing her to faint. The harder he fucked her, the harder she sucked on Billy's dick. It kept her from screaming, from shouting out in pain and pleasure. She held his cock tight between her lips, moaning all the time, waiting for the deluge in her ass and in her mouth at the same time.
Billy watched as the guy plugged her ass-hole harder and faster, to the very end of her bowels. Her moans of pleasure tickled his cock, and he looked down at her and saw how happy she looked as she sucked his dick, as the guy hammered away in her ass-hole. He felt as though he'd cum any second-but he wanted to hold back till the stranger filled her ass with jism.
The man kept it up. He was huge, burly, more animal than man as he fucked her, sexually insatiable. He crammed his long, thick pole into Miranda's ripe, tight ass-hole like a demon, shoving it in so fast and furiously that Miranda thought her ass was on fire, burning and stinging as he kept moaning on top of her.
"So nice and tight, so tight," he whispered against her shoulder, looking at her lips wrapped around Billy's cockhead. "Nice creamy tight ass," he said, and bit her shoulder slightly, shoving his full dick length into her cummy ass-hole again, boring down with all his weight, with all the energy in his loins.
Billy drilled his cock down into Miranda's throat by thrusting his ass forward on the ground, spreading his legs on her shoulders, so she had the tip of his dick in her warm womanly throat. She tongued his pubic hair, her nose pressed into it, trying not to choke or gag. It fit perfectly in her throat, and she breathed through her nose, hoping that he would keep it there and cum like that.
Again and again, the stranger gave it to her, one merciless stroke after another. He rammed her ass harder and harder as his heart beat faster. He was gonna cum, soon.
Miranda held her breath.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Yeah, baby, milk my cock with your ass," the guy said, feeling Miranda's ass responding to his plunges. "You're fantastic!" He shouted in wild pleasure, as if he were riding a horse.
Miranda wondered if the plunges she was feeling in her ass-hole now were real or were they figments of her imagination? Was he actually hitting her as hard as she thought, was his dick really cramming up into her belly with each stroke, was he really going to cream any second? "Please cum, please," she cried out.
Billy could hardly believe it. He looked down at her lips hungrily devouring his cock, watching her as she moved his cock into one cheek and whispered, "Cum, cum" with his dick still in her mouth. She was crazed with sex now, wanting to be filled with man cum from both ends! Billy looked up into the guy's eyes.
"Let's let her have it," the man said, nearly at the brink of his wild orgasm.
"Yeah," Billy gasped, tossing his head back, moving his ass on the floor one more time. "I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMM!"
Tears floated down Miranda's face as she moaned and felt the hot burst of semen against the back of her throat. She sucked it down immediately and then felt the next, and the next, her mouth filling with juicy cum as fast as she could swallow!
"GODDAMMMNN!" Billy shouted, grabbing her hair, holding her head in his hands so he could pump all of his fuck cream into her face.
At the same moment the guy froze with his big long hard cock all the way up her snapping, twitching ass. Billy's orgasm had been incentive enough, because he was already on the brink. "OH, CHRIST ALMIGHTY!" he shouted. Billy looked up at his pained face and Miranda bit on Billy's wet cock, waiting for the bursting....
There was an explosion in her ass-hole. That was the only way she could describe it-that strange and incredible sensation. She felt as though the tip of her head was going to shoot off! Her ass-hole was again being filled with sperm, only this time it was hotter, this time there was more, this time the cock was bigger and deeper inside her ass.
"Oh, it's so good, so good," the guy moaned as she lay under him, taking it all without a sigh. He pumped his hips a few times, shooting all his cream into her, and then let his cock just rest there, in the hole with all the hot liquid and churned-up shit, till it started to soften.
Miranda closed her eyes as the guy's funk-covered cock slowly slid out of her fluttering ass-hole, feeling the lips suddenly awash with the soothing ointment that poured out of her and dribbled down over her pussy.
"Christ, that was good," the guy said, kneeling between her legs.
Billy was still caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and fell on top of her, his wet dick pressing against her back as he shoved his face in between her ass cheeks and started licking up all the sperm that was sliding out of her hole.
"Yeah, kid, suck my ass, suck my jism outta her ass," the guy said, holding his hurting huge dick, moving the foreskin up and down over the shit-streaked, cum-covered tip.
"Oh, Billy!" Miranda called out as she felt the boy's mouth between her buttocks, sucking her funk-filled ass-hole as hard as he could, cleaning all the hot jism out of her much-pleasured ass-hole.
She closed her eyes and swallowed the last of Billy's cum in her mouth. It hadn't been the nightmare she'd expected, it had been wonderful!
In a few minutes she felt another set of lips, this time on her pussy. The stranger was sucking her cunt, licking up the juices, and she turned over as Billy moved off her, so the guy could get a good shot at her clit with his tongue. The night was far from over, and they all knew it. Billy slid his finger up her ass as the guy started going crazy on her pussy, his cock hard between his legs again, his tongue wildly sucking her.
Miranda looked up just before she reached her violent orgasm, up into Billy's eyes. He looked as happy and as thrilled as she did. Suddenly, just as she was beginning to cream in the stranger's mouth, she felt secure about the future. She knew she'd move away from home and Billy would visit her, and she'd find more people like him and the guy who was violently sucking on her twat. She'd live the life she'd been born for, the life she'd had a taste of, the life she now loved.
"Oh, Billy," she moaned softly. And then she let her womanly juices float out of her cunt into the man's hungry, pussy-pleasing mouth.
