The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Mary Johnson is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes becoming angered over her youthful misjudgements. It is only through a chance encounter with a patient and understanding man that manages to put her world into perspective and can begin coping with new feelings and responding to new situations.
HOT PIECE SCHOOL GIRLS-the story of a typical young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Mary Johnson kept thinking about her hot date with Tommy as she stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. Then, as she pulled her bra off, her thoughts suddenly turned to her father.
"No daughter of mine is going to walk around like a whore with her tits hanging out for any pervert to see," he would always say. Mary almost laughed as her tits swung pleasantly free. Any pervert! What a joke. Her own father had been sneaking looks at her for as long as she could remember.
She pulled down her pants and panties, throwing them also in the hamper. God, she loved to be naked. She loved her body and the freedom nakedness gave it. She ran her slender hands over her flesh, sighing at the feel of the smooth skin under her soft hands.
Her long blonde hair, straight and silky, hung halfway down her back and her breasts stood out proudly from some of the strands in front. Her tits were small but pert and upright, topped with cherry-red nipples. Mary ran her hands over her tits, squeezing the pliant flesh into her ribs and around in little circles. Her fingers moved across her taut belly and down to stream through her full, blonde pubic patch.
She spread the lips of her pussy, exposing the red flesh to the air and a thrill of sexual arousement shook her whole body. One finger snaked out to tickle her small love button and she sighed loudly, stopping herself short. She wondered if her mother had heard that sexual moan, so unconsciously did she exclaim. The sounds of pots being shuffled around in the kitchen convinced her she had nothing to worry about. Damn, it felt so good. Mary felt like she could masturbate or have sex for weeks on end. She often masturbated while lying alone in bed at night, but she had to be careful to be very quiet. She had learned to control the vocal excitement she felt when experiencing sex. She didn't think her parents would appreciate her sounds.
* * *
Mrs. Johnson heard the front door being opened and grimaced. I hope he's not too drunk, she thought, but the sounds of someone stumbling through the living room confirmed her worst fears.
"Is dinner ready?" the slurred voice of her husband boomed from the living room.
"In a few minutes, dear," Mrs. Johnson answered.
"Well, hurry dinner up."
Mr. Johnson headed into the second of the apartment's two bedrooms. The one bathroom was between them and a door opened on each side. He knelt at the keyhole.
Mary was reveling in the feel of the warm water on her naked body. She was well lathered from the soap and even she knew how sexy she looked. She sure felt sexy enough. She heard her father yelling loudly from the living room and knew he would soon be at the door to the bathroom. The thought both disgusted and excited her. The door rattled and she almost smiled right at him. Drunk again, huh? Any pervert, she thought. Here was a father peeping in on his own daughter taking a shower, getting his rocks off watching his teenage offspring bathing herself. Yet his puritan stance wouldn't let her go out without a bra. What a set of values he had!
Mary had often suspected her father of watching her bathe through the keyhole but was never quite sure until that day a few months ago. Her father was so drunk that he fell right into the door, knocking it open. He passed right out on the floor and her mother rushed in upon hearing the commotion. Mrs. Johnson turned white when she saw what had happened. She went to her husband tried to lift him up, crying all the while, "Oh, Mary, I'm sorry ... so sorry, honey."
Mary didn't know what her mother was getting so upset about. It didn't bother her in the least, well, outwardly anyway. She calmly threw on her bathrobe and went into her room, leaving them on the bathroom floor. They never talked about it and it was as if the incident had never happened.
And now he was at the door again. Well, if he wants a show, he'll get one, Mary decided. Let him eat his heart out. She coyly kept her back to him for a long time, feeling his hot gaze on her buttocks and smooth back. She turned sideways now and then, giving him quick, tantalizing looks at her tits, the cascading water falling over her all the while. Then, in a grand gesture, she turned. Throwing her arms above her in an innocent movement, she faced directly at the door from which he leered, exposing herself to him fully.
She couldn't hear his quick intake of breath but she knew instinctively that it had occurred. And knowing that made her feel good. God, she hated him so much and, yet, it excited the hell out of her to prance like this in front of him. It was a love/hate type of thing, this lewd, degrading show and her body tingled all over as she performed.
Mary took the soap in her hands and massaged her tits with it, letting the soft fleshy orbs roll in her hands. Her nipples came erect under the attention and she rubbed them lightly, the soap obscuring this sexual manipulation from her father's hungry gaze. She released her tits and they flopped slightly and sensuously on her chest. Mary soaped her flat belly, then let her hands fall to her pelvic mound. She pushed the soap between her legs and fluffed her pubic hairs, rubbing vigorously.
Mary was soon responding to the sexual stimulation of the contact. Her pussy was already moist from pleasure, not the bath water. She was terribly aroused and she knew she couldn't wait much longer to come. Realizing this, she turned abruptly, her back once again to her father's eyes. She bent over, spreading her asscheeks wide. Her pink, puckered asshole stretched lewdly in this position and she rubbed it with two soapy fingers, resisting the urge to have one or both of them violate her virgin bum-hole.
Her red cuntlips were a little below her fingers, glistening wetly, full, womanly, surrounded by the soft, blonde pubic hair. Bent like that, her body shielding her actions, Mary slipped her other hand down to locate her clit. She found it easily in the slimy slit and she began to roll it between her fingers. Mmmm, she stifled the moan deep in her throat. She squeezed the little button sensuously with her fingers, being careful not to move her hand too much and show her father what she was doing. To be truthful, she didn't know if she cared too much if he knew or not, but she was afraid he might try to rape her if he knew what she was doing.
Mary felt as if her body were on fire as her hands moved in front and back. To her father she was merely cleaning herself thoroughly, but she knew her orgasm was approaching rapidly. She moved her fingers up and down across her pussy, so wet, so soft, so hot. Her legs began to tremble and she took her hand from her ass and stood up. She turned on more hot water and positioned herself so that it ran right onto her pussy, the spray bouncing around her flashing finger. "Uhh," she groaned softly, the hotter stream doing the job. She moved one hand up to caress her tits and shoved two fingers from her other hand deep into her box, her back square to the watchful eyes at the door.
Her body began to quiver and Mary had to fight to remain standing. Her legs felt ready to collapse underneath her as her orgasm began to approach from deep within her loins. Her hands were moving with abandon now and her body shook uncontrollably. Faster, harder, the fingers jabbed into her. Ohh, she cried so softly. And her body quivered as the first wave hit her. Her crotch exploded in orgasm and her mind floated on air.
Tiny rivulets of cum began to seep out of her cunt and mingle with the rushing water to pour out the drain. Her body was so weak in the excitement and her fingers still moved within her pussy, now sticky with lubricant, overflowing. It felt so fucking good. Her face and chest were flushed with pleasure and her cuntlips tingled with intense delight as her orgasm abated in force. Umm, so, so good. Her body finally relaxed, satiated.
Then she remembered where she was. It seemed to her that she had been in the shower for hours of intense sexual delight but actually it was no more than ten minutes. She felt so great as she reached for the washcloth to clean her tender, pulsating cunt. That done, she rinsed herself and stepped from the tub. She dried off and went into her room.
"Mary, dinner's ready," her mother yelled from the kitchen.
"Be right there," she answered from inside her room. "Is Dad home?" she asked innocently. "Yes, dear."
I know, she thought as she pulled her jeans on. She wondered idly if he was in the bathroom washing the come from his hands. She wondered if he did jerk off or if he just watched to remember and jerk off later. That's as close as he'll ever get to her. She'll fuck and suck everyone else in the world before he gets his hands on her. She pulled her sweater over her head and walked toward the kitchen.
Mary's parents were already at the table and eating when she got there. She sat down without a word and began to eat. Her father gave her a quick furtive glance as she entered, her braless tits bouncing freely under her sweater. Go ahead and look, she thought, but you'll never touch me. Mr. Johnson grabbed his beer and downed it noisily, burping loudly when he was through. Mary's mother got up and got him another one without being asked, or told rather. They all ate in silence for a long time, each private in their thoughts. The air was wrought with tension, though, and the place smelled like a brewery, thanks to Mr. Johnson's breath and the beers he was polishing off in rapid succession. Finally, he spoke.
"Do you have a bra on?"
"What?" Mary answered.
"I said, do you ave a bra on?"
"Well, uh, no."
"Didn't I tell you to always wear one?"
"But I'm just in the house and I ... I ... have a bulky sweater on."
"I don't care," he said. "You look like a whore with your tits bouncing around." His voice was rising.
"You should know," Mary whispered under her breath. "WHAT?"
"Nothing."
"John, please," Mrs. Johnson interjected. "I want you to go into your room and put some clothes on," he said, ignoring his wife. "Why?"
"Do it or I'll do it for you," he shouted, getting up from the table and moving toward her.
"John, don't!" Mrs. Johnson pleaded.
"Stay out of this," he snarled and his wife buried her head in her arms, closing her eyes in fear. "Well," he continued, standing above his young daughter.
Mary felt the anger rising in her, making her forget her fear of the big man towering above her. I hate you so much, she thought. You can't make me do anything. She blurted out what she shouldn't have, her face flushed.
"I'll bet you would just love to take my sweater off, wouldn't you?" she shouted, staring at her father defiantly.
Mr. Johnson's eyes bugged out and his face turned red and Mary was scared to death but she wouldn't let him see that. Suddenly, his arm swung out and his hand slapped across her face before she could make a move to avoid it. The loud smack resounded through the room and the girl's mother began to cry softly, powerless in her own home. The force of the blow knocked Mary from her chair and onto the floor, where she stayed rubbing her stinging cheek.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" he asked, his face glaring red with anger, the veins of his neck and temple sticking out.
Mary got herself to her feet and backed up against the sink as her father advanced upon her, his eyes glaring She didn't know what to expect next but she held her arms high in case he tried to belt her again. She thought of a million things to scream at him, a million curses. She wanted to scream every fucking curse she knew at this bastard, but the words got stuck in her throat. She felt the tears begin to well in her eyes and she hated him for making her cry and she hated herself for showing suck emotion.
He softened in triumph as the tears began to fall freely down her face. He moved to her, almost gently.
"Mary ... I...." he stammered, reaching a to her.
"Leave me alone," she whimpered, backing away from him. "Just leave me the hell alone!" She moved towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Mary rushed to the door and was out in a flash, rushing towards the street.
A few minutes later Tommy came to the corner and found Mary waiting. She was alone, huddled against the building.
"Mary," he called and she turned towards him, rushing into his arms. He could see that her eyes were red. "Mary, what's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Have you been crying?"
"Tommy, please, it's nothing. Just forget it. Okay?"
"Well, I ... wish you...."
"Please! Come on," she said, taking a tight hold of his arm. "Where do you want to go?"
"Well ... my parents are out."
"I'm glad," she answered, sighing and they headed off down the street.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"I am now," she whispered, snuggling into his body.
CHAPTER TWO
Tommy closed the door to his parent's apartment and he and Mary went into the living room. Tommy put some soft music on the stereo while Mary made herself comfortable on the couch. He came over to join her and they nestled together.
"Oh, Tommy," Mary whispered and grabbed him to her. She loved the warm feeling of his arms around her. She felt so secure. And so loved. She wanted to fuck.
Tommy took her and pressed his head to hers, their i lips meeting and parting together. Mary thrust her tongue into his mouth, licking his tongue and the insides of his cheeks. She lapped her tongue across his teeth and let her mouth fill with his saliva. She swallowed the heavy fluid with relish. She moved her hands up and down his strong back, squeezing the muscles to loosen any tension. Tommy slipped a hand around Mary's back and up inside her sweater. He was surprised to find her braless but he cupped her tit gently in his palm.
"Uhh," Mary moaned softly into his mouth at the feel of his tender hand on her chest.
He stroked the buoyant flesh with delight, running his thumb back and forth across the already erect nipple. Her tit seemed to ooze around his fingers and he could feel the warmth emanating from her skin as her body began to warm sexually. He moved to her other breast, playing as gently with the other orb as he had the first. They kissed more passionately now, their breathing, hot, quick, fervent.
Tommy broke the kiss and grasped the bottom of Mary's sweater. She leaned back and smiled at him as he lifted the garment over her head. Her long blonde hair flew in the air and her tits rolled sensuously, beckoning to him. He responded immediately, throwing her sweater on the rug and tilting his head to her chest. He caught her left tit with his lips and Mary watched intently as it disappeared inside him, feeling the warm, moistness of his mouth envelop her proud tit. She sighed deeply and leaned back against the couch, cradling his head in her hands, running her fingers through his dark hair.
Tommy sucked on the young flesh, heating it, making her tingle all over. He swirled his tongue all around the globe, lightly battering the nipple as he criss-crossed the flesh with sensuous strokes. He cupped her right tit in his hand, rolling it around gently, lovingly. His hot breath wafted across her chest and neck as he sucked on her. He closed his mouth tightly on her mound bit into the skin, leaving a red mark. Mary groaned with pleasure. She pressed him to her bosom.
Mary felt the wanton desire, the sexual fire, building in her lions. His mouth felt so good to her but she wanted to do something for him. She wanted him to be pleasured. She wanted to make him deliriously happy.
She pushed his head from her chest, her tit falling out from his mouth with a soft, sexy plop. He looked at her with a twinge of surprise and disappointment but the lust in her eyes removed any doubts he may have had. He smiled widely as she forced him gently back on the couch. She moved away from him and got up, lifting his legs so that he was full-length on the couch. She massaged his thighs for a few short moments and watched the bulge in his crotch begin to stiffen.
Mary moved up to him, her hand trailing a line across his groin, stomach and chest. She reached his head and knelt next to him. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, then his cheek, and his neck. He smiled and closed his eyes, contentedly as she nibbled gently on his ear, forcing her tongue inside, cleaning him, teasing him. Her hands moved down his front, unbuttoning his shirt. Her lips followed, noisily kissing the flesh. She found one nipple, then the other, licking them sloppily to erection. She giggled as her face moved down his stomach, the dark body hairs tickling her now.
Mary's searching lips came to his navel and her tongue snaked out to flicker inside the tiny hole. She shifted her body until she was kneeling directly in front of his crotch area, the object of her fervent search. Tommy's body trembled slightly in anticipation and he shuddered in delight as her tongue moved along the belt-line of his pants, forcing its way under to caress the skin and tickle his pubic hair.
"Uhhh," he moaned in pleasure.
Tommy's pants were stretched out from the force of his erection and Mary moved her mouth over the bulge, biting the cloth and his cock at the same time. Then she lay her head down on the mound for a long time, just reveling in the hard feel and warmth of his member. It wasn't that she was teasing him, or herself for that matter. It was just that if felt so good, she felt so safe and secure.
Finally, she slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His cock stuck out almost straight in the air. Mary yanked the pants off his hips as Tommy lifted himself in the air to help her. She leaned down to pull the garment from his ankles, removing his socks and shoes at the same time. She lingered a moment, caressing his feet, then moved back to Tommy's groin. Her mouth was crooked in a lewd smile of anticipation as she began to stroke his engorged flesh. Mary's face was but inches from Tommy's cock and she watched it twitch and jerk under the gentle manipulations of her searching hands. She moved her hand up and down the erection, jerking him off through his underpants.
"Oh, Mary," he murmured, his hips rolling to the rhythm of her hand movements.
Mary slid her hand all the way down his penis to grasp the base and hold it solidly, her fingertips teasing his scrotum with light touches. She opened her mouth wide and bent her head, catching the tip of his cock between her stretched lips, actually wrapping them around his briefs. She sucked mightily inward swallowing part of his cock and letting it rest inside her. She slurped her tongue around the shaft, soaking both the cock and the cloth covering. Tommy's groan brought delight to her ears and she let the crown plop from her mouth noisily. She cupped her mouth over his penis and moved up and down the full length.
Her wet lips slid easily over his shaft and her tongue flickered back and forth over the flesh while she moved. Waiting no longer, Mary grabbed the elastic hem of his pants and yanked the soaked garment to his ankles and off in one quick movement.
Tommy was totally nude now and his legs were spread wide to Mary's hungry gaze. She bent over a bit farther and gently moved his thigh down to the couch and rested her cheek on the hairy limb. She lifted Tommy's balls to meet her, catching one testicle with her full lips and sucking it quickly inside, expelling a hot breath over his crotch.
"Ummm," she moaned, loving the musky taste.
"Ohhh," Tommy groaned.
Mary swirled her tongue over the flesh-covered egg, bouncing it against her cheeks. She filled her mouth with saliva, letting the ball flow inside her, then swallowing the heavy-tasting fluid. She was breathing through her nose as it pressed against the base of his cock, inhaling deeply the rich, masculine odor of his gential area. She loved the smell and it was exciting to her. She was sucking his testicle with a vengeance now, almost bruising the delicate sexual object.
Mary let the ball slide sloppily from her mouth and hurried to swallow the other one, leaving a trail of saliva on his sack that dribbled across her cheek and chin as she moved. Securing the rock in her hungry mouth, Mary began to roll her head from side to side, stretching the fleshy pouch as she sucked and licked with wild and noisy abandon. She was moaning rapidly, vibrating the testicle in her mouth and breathing hot gasps of air across the sensitive skin of the boy's inner thighs.
"Oh, suck me, Mary," Tommy groaned in pleasure, his voice deep. "Suck ... my ... cock!"
Reluctantly, she let his scrotum drop from the pleasurable confines of her tender mouth. Giving each testicle a last sloppy kiss, Mary lifted her head from between his outstretched legs. A string of rich-tasting saliva trailed from her mouth and she sucked at it, swallowing it gratefully when it came to her.
Mary positioned herself quickly above Tommy's straining rod. She pushed her hair back behind her ears and she was ready. She would waste precious little time in bringing him to orgasm. Her own needs were as urgent as his. Her crotch was already sopping wet from working on his balls. She licked her lips, wetting them even more and kissed the head of Tommy's penis. Then she opened her mouth wide and plunged her head down quickly, swallowing his rigid manhood in one gulp, right down to his pubic hairs.
"Oh ... God ... Ohhh!" Tommy almost screamed in delight as his cock was engulfed by her starving mouth. He looked down to see her full lips stretched wide around his thick cock, pressing against his genital patch of hair. Little droplets of saliva leaked out and wet the area. Damn, he loved those lips. They were so well-shaped, so thick, so soft and luscious. It always excited him no end just to see Mary's beautiful lips wrapped around his swollen dork, striving mightily to force the juices out of him and down her throat.
Mary's smooth cheeks puffed out from the presence of his dick inside her mouth, and the sight was gratifying. Even just listening to her in sex, the way she moaned and groaned in excitement made him feel so good. He knew that she enjoyed sucking and fucking him as much as he enjoyed it, maybe even more. And she was so beautiful, her lips, nose, blue eyes, just everything about her. And her long blonde hair, so soft and silky, now pushed behind her ears as she worked on his erection, flowing down her back and across his thighs.
And Mary knew he was watching her and she loved it. It excited her all the more to know Tommy was staring at her as she blew him. It gave her a very special thrill.
Mary just let the hard, hot cock rest in her mouth, slowing down the rapidly rising tempo of their oral lovemaking. She sucked her cheeks in and out slowly on his rod, savoring the flavor. Her flickering tongue snaked around and around the cock, licking little paths across the red-hot flesh, following the prominent veins, and running under the edge of the crown. Tantalizingly, with arousing determination, Mary lifted her head up and off, leaving her tongue sticking out like a dog in heat, her eyes glazed, her breath hot and husky. She licked the tiny piss-hole, swallowing with great relish the sticky drops of pre-cum that had gathered. Mary looked up from his glistening penis as she continued lapping the crown and was pleased to meet his pleasure-filled gaze. He grinned at her.
"Mmm," Mary moaned, smiling. "You taste so fucking delicious, Tommy."
"It feels so good, Mary."
And she was glad that it did. She opened her mouth again and slid his penis into her, rubbing the hardened flesh against the insides of her cheeks until it was buried within the willing receptacle. She put her hands under his body and firmly grasped his ass-cheeks, squeezing the pliant flesh tenderly. With a low, sexual grunt, Mary tightened her lips around his cock and began to suck as hard as she could. Her head moved up and down wildly, begging now for the jism she knew was building in his loins. Fasster and faster she moved, her head a blur, the friction burning her taut lips, her long, blonde hair flying in all directions. Come Tommy, she thought, please fill my mouth with your hot jizz. Desperately she devoured him, pleading for the tangy ejaculate she knew was but moments from spurting.
Tommy suddenly lifted her head from his crotch and held it in the air. Mary's lips smacked together in surprise at this interruption and she looked quickly up at him, her eyes full of disappointment. He hurried to reassure her.
"I want to fuck you."
Mary was breathing heavily as she looked at him, her mind foggy from sexual excitement. She ran her tongue over her moist, sensuous lips, tasting him and his pre-cum. She wanted to feel him explode in her mouth and down her throat but the sopping wet condition of her pussy reminded her that it yearned to be filled. And he had just the utensil to plug it with.
"Do we have time?" she asked, wondering when Tommy's parents were due home.
"Yeah, we have plenty of time, baby."
Mary rose unsteadily to her feet and stood before him, her tits swaying invitingly. Without a hint of shame from his prying eyes, she undid her pants and they dropped to the floor in a heap around her ankles. Her body trembled in excitement as she yanked her panties down and stepped out of both garments and her shoes. She straightened, completely naked now, and felt Tommy's eyes bore into her blonde fuzz-covered cunt. She was proud of her young body and she lingered under his appreciative glance for a long moment, happy that he found her body so arousing.
Tommy's cock was bobbing crazily in the air, waiting for her hot pussy, and he beckoned to her. She moved over to him and lifted a leg up to straddle his hips, placing a knee on either side of his body. Her pussy was steaming moist and his cock was rockhard, wet and more than ready. Mary clutched his rod and guided it to her pink opening, rubbing it sensuously around the entrance to her sloppy box. Finally, she let go and let herself down, impaling herself in one slow slide.
"Uhhh," he groaned as they fucked, feeling the burning heat of her pussy envelope his cock.
"Ohhh," she moaned as they screwed, feeling her hungry cunt being stuffed.
They were both ready to shoot off and they wasted little time in really getting into it. Mary started bucking up and down immediately, like she was riding a bronco. Her breasts bounced up and down as she moved, slapping against her chest, exciting her all the more. She reached down in front of her and carefully stroked Tommy's muscular chest as they fucked crazily. In and out, faster and faster, she moved. The friction of their coupling heated the room and the odor of sex permeated the air. Mary's soft, full buttocks slapped Tommy's thighs with each rapid downward stroke and twitched tightly when she rose to the tip of his penis.
"Oh, Mary, I'm coming soon," he rasped. "Faster, Mary, faster!"
She did as he asked, her body becoming a trembling blur from its speed. "Oh, Tommy, I love you."
"Ohhh," he cried as he pushed into her as deeply as his pelvis would allow. He grabbed her smooth ass-cheeks and squeezed the pliant flesh with all his might, forcing her down on him.
"Oohhh," she screamed in pain and pleasure as he pinched the tender flesh of her bottom. The muscles of her cunt tightened and the first wave of orgasm began, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably and she cried out loudly. Her constrictions and convulsions brought Tommy to his own orgasm. His' hard dick trembled and spewed forth its hot seed in great gobs, mingling with her own juices to form a hot sticky lava of sexual jism that ran out of her and onto Tommy's cock and balls and down between his legs. Again and again he spurted inside her, filling her to overflowing with his hot sperm. And she matched each ejaculation with a steady stream of pussy-juice.
"Ohh, Tommy!" she whispered, gasping for breath. Her waves of orgasm were abating and she melted down on him, laying her head on his chest, still holding his cock within her. Her body was flushed red from pleasure and she felt drained but so good, so secure, so contented. Tommy hugged her to his chest and ran his hands up and down her back and buttocks. His cock shriveled rapidly and finally plopped out of her, coming to rest on his wet sticky thigh. His entire genital area was drenched in the sticky product of their fuck and he was satisfied.
Mary rested in his arms and had to ask the question she was afraid she already knew the answer to.
"Tommy?" she began shyly.
"Huh?"
"Could we run away?" she asked quietly. Might as well be direct, she thought.
"Huh?" Tommy gasped, snapping out of his post-orgasm haze.
"Can we run away together?"
"Well ... uh ... when?"
"Tonight? Tomorrow? The next day?" Tommy, I just can't stay in that house any longer."
"But, Mary," he protested. "We're too young. I have to finish school and get a job. We have no money and-"
"Do you love me?"
"I like you a real lot and I think you're beautiful and all."
"But do you love me?"
"I ... I ... don't know."
"I'm sorry, Tommy. Forget I brought the stupid idea up, all right?" And she really was. It was stupid, especially right after making love to him. It was just that she felt so good after having sex with him, so happy and secure. She wished those moments would never have to end and that she would never have to go back to the apartment and face her parents.
"Well, don't worry. Things will work out at home." He was relieved she didn't press it. They had a lot of fun together but he didn't want to get too involved. They were just kids and they had no business getting serious.
Mary snuggled to him and buried her head on the couch arm above him. He was glad that she was feeling a little better and wasn't too upset. He slid a finger into the crack of her ass and rubbed gently. And she cried softly and silently.
* * *
Mary got home about nine and walked quietly through the darkened living room. She could hear the drunk-induced snoring of her father on the couch and she breathed a soft sigh of relief. Thank God he wasn't up or there would be no telling what kind of scene might ensue. She went to her room and undressed quickly, hoping her mother wouldn't come in to bother her. She was in no mood for anything but being alone. She hopped into bed and lay thinking. She wished Tommy could love her as much as she loved him and that they could run away together. Oh, stop acting like a little girl, she scolded herself. He didn't love her and that was that. They would still have sex together, she knew he loved that and she did, too. Maybe sex was what she loved most about him. Oh, well. She fought back her tears and fell asleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Mary had made it out of the house in the morning before her father was awake and she was glad. The less she saw of him, the better. Things were going from bad to worse at home.
School had gone as usual today and the sadness she had felt last night about Tommy's not loving her had disappeared. She was looking forward to seeing him after school, wanting to be with him and Carol and James, her friends. She felt nice and warm in their company.
Mary met Tommy in the hallway and they embraced happily.
"How did things go today?" he asked as they moved toward the door arm-in-arm.
"Oh, nothing special. I had a math test. It was pretty hard but I think I did all right."
"You always do."
She smiled happily at him in reply.
"Do you have to go right home today?" he asked.
And her smile faded. "I don't care if I never go home."
"Now, Mary, don't start that again. You're too young to do anything about it."
"I know."
"Look," he continued. "I saw James before and he told me his parents went out to the island for the day and won't be back until late. Do you want to go over to his place for a while?"
"Um, that sounds nice."
"There he is now. And Carol," Tommy said, spying his friends heading toward them.
"Hi, guys," Jimmy greeted. "Are you going to come over?"
"Well, what did you have in mind?" Mary chided.
"Everything," Jimmy said, looking the young blonde up and down suggestively.
"Let's go, tiger," Mary laughed and the four of them left the school.
"Jim," Tommy asked later as they entered his house, "do your parents have any booze around?"
"I sure hope so. What would a party be without drinking?"
"Or sex?" Carol expressed, suggestively hugging her boy friend low around the hips.
"Down, girl," he joked. "All in good time."
"Well, if you feel that way about it. I'll go with Tommy."
Carol moved to the other couple and slipped her arm around the young man. She drew him to her and kissed him full on the lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and licking his teeth and gums. Mary and Jimmy watched them kiss without jealousy. They were turned on if anything. The four of them had been having sex for quite a while, often switching partners during their lovemaking. Mary loved Tommy but for sheer sexual pleasure, straight physical excitement, she preferred Jimmy, if only for the size and shape of his monstrous cock. The redhead had a nine inch penis and it was thick as hell, far surpassing the size of Tommy's normal dick. Just looking at it, standing out from his patch of red pubic hair, glistening wetly and rock-hard, sent shivers of excitement through her loins.
"Okay, kids, break it up," Jimmy yelled, pinching Carol on the ass. "Here's the booze." And he produced a bottle of Scotch from behind his back.
Carol and Tommy broke the kiss noisily, breathing heavily, their lips moistened.
"Ummm," Carol murmured. "You taste delicious."
They moved into the living room together. Mary and Jimmy sat on the couch and Carol and Tommy reclined on the rug before them, forming a tight square, the bottle in the middle.
"Shall we pay for our drinks?" Tommy asked, his face broken in a sly smile.
"Of course!" they all shouted in unison, laughing at the idea of the naughty game they were about to play.
"Ladies first," said Jim, taking off the screw cap and proffering the bottle to Mary.
"Oh, my," she said, taking it and bringing it slowly to her open mouth. She gulped a long swallow and coughed heavily as the fiery liquid burned her throat. The others laughed loudly at her reaction.
"You should pay two pieces for that much," Carol joked as she took the bottle from her friend's outstretched hand.
"Pay up," Tommy added.
Mary reached down and slipped off a sandal.
"Boo!" they cried.
"Take off your blouse," Jimmy yelled. "All in good time," Mary answered.
Carol took a drink and removed a shoe. Then the boys did the same and the bottle was passed back to Mary.
The drinking progressed and the clothes began to come off rapidly, especially at the beginning. Already the pace was slowing and they all began to feel the effects of the liquor. Any possible inhibitions had disappeared. The bottle made its way back to Mary, but she slumped deep into the sofa, dressed only in her panties and blouse.
"I can't drink another drop," she proclaimed.
"Come on, come on," they chided.
"Can't I just pay for it and not take the drink?" she asked earnestly, feeling full and warm from the alcohol.
"Just a little sip. Come on," Carol said.
"Oh, Oh ... all right." Mary raised herself on her elbows and lifted the bottle, taking a small amount in her mouth and swallowing it with some effort.
"Are you happy now?" she asked the others as she sat forward and lifted her blouse over here head. Her braless tits swung free, quivering slightly. She felt everyone's eyes on her chest. That made her feel good and she leaned back, forcing her proud breasts to thrust out.
Carol was next and after she took her drink, a long draw, she removed her blouse, revealing her huge bosom. Unlike Mary though, she was wearing a bra.
"That's not fair," Mary laughed.
"Okay," Carol giggled and reached behind herself, unhooking the bra. The garment slipped from her shoulders and her tits dropped free, her chest heaving. Carol's tits were gigantic and her nipples were the size of silver dollars, the points already hard.
"And now the boys," Carol said, turning to Tommy to pass him the bottle. One tit brushed sensually against his arm as she moved and she left it there. Tommy had only his jockey shorts left and they were about to be removed. He took his drink, handed the bottle to Jimmy and stood up. The girls watched him with shameless interest while Jimmy took his own slug from the bottle. It was almost empty.
Tommy hooked his fingers on the elastic of his shorts and pulled them down to the floor. He bent over and took the cloth from his ankles.
The girls let out quick gasps at the appearance of his flaccid penis. Carol, seated next to him, reached up and began to stroke the fleshy rod. Immediately, it began to swell and stiffen under her delicate touch. Mary watched intently as his cock throbbed in Carol's soothing hand, quivering and growing until it stood straight out, not large but rock-hard. Carol firmly jerked the bony erection from the floor, then got to her knees beside him. Still fondling his swollen organ, she began to plant light loving kisses on his ass-cheeks.
Mary felt her body heat up as her girl friend's searching mouth headed toward Tommy's penis. She loved both of them and she loved watching them have sex. She and Carol were so close it was as if she were making love to Tommy and watching herself.
Carol's wet lips moved to Tommy's pelvis, stopping an inch from the penis in her hand. She stuck her tongue way out and began to lick his prick lightly. Sliding her head from side to side, she wet the entire length of his shaft with her pink tender tongue. Carol glanced over at Mary and was pleased to realize her girl friend was watching her with unmasked lust in her eyes. Carol smiled widely at her as she flicked her tongue in sensuous circles around the tip of his rod, loving the sexual intimacy the girl's shared. She lingered long moments tickling his penis with her tongue, staring deep into Mary's eyes.
Finally, she crawled on her knees to position herself directly in front of Tommy, holding his cock before her hungry mouth and licking his piss-hole. She caught a drop of pre-cum and devoured it happily. His organ throbbed mightily in her grasp, begging to be enveloped, and she didn't disappoint him. Moaning loudly, she opened her mouth and moved forward, sliding the slippery tool inside her and clamping her lips tightly on him. She swallowed most of his cock in one slurping gulp and let it rest there, sucking her cheeks in and out to drain the heavy-tasting juice from the rock-hard flesh.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," Tommy groaned.
"Ummm," Carol moaned in reply, the stiff penis stifling her sounds. She increased the strength of her sucking, then started to slowly move her head back and forth on his meat. Tommy put his hands on his hips and relaxed, reveling in her proficient oralism.
"Hey," Jimmy whispered in Mary's ear as he nudged her gently. "What about me?"
Mary jerked in surprise. She had become so engrossed in watching Carol and Tommy fool around that she had forgotten Jimmy was even there. It was like her two friends were putting on a private sex show for her. She turned to Jimmy now and smiled at the huge bulge in his undershorts. Obviously, he had been watching too and was turned on.
"What about you?" she whispered back, teasing him.
Mary leaned toward Jimmy, pulling his head to her and meeting his lips with her own. They clung to each other and shared a long, sensuous kiss as Mary parted her lips and pressed her tongue inside his mouth. She sucked his tongue into her, drawing tightly on it like she would a cock. They were breathing heavily across each other's faces as they kissed and Jimmy slowly moved his hands up to grasp Mary's young tits.
"Umm," Mary purred contentedly into his mouth at the touch. In response, she began running her hands up and down Jimmy's strong back, loving the masculine strength and figure.
Jimmy squeezed Mary's small globes, letting the flesh pulsate between his gently caressing fingers. He extended his thumbs and rubbed her pert nipples back and forth.
Careful to keep the kiss, Mary pushed the boy backwards making him fall full-length on the couch with her on top. She climbed on him, her tits rolling across his chest, her naked thighs pressed to his. She took her mouth from his and snaked her tongue out, licking along the path of his lips, top and bottom in a full circle. She looked up at Jimmy with lust-filled eyes, kissed him hard once again, then began to move down his body, her naked flesh pressed to him. She kissed his neck and bit the skin, making red marks from her teeth. Jimmy groaned in pain and pleasure at her actions. She licked a sloppy path down across his throat to the hairy chest, letting the red hairs tickle her nose. She licked each of his-nipples to erection. She moved on and caressed his navel with her wet tongue. She planted soft kisses along his abdomen until she felt his cloth-covered erection bobbing enticingly into her chin. Maneuvering herself between Jimmy's legs, Mary knelt and rested her cheek against his groin, feeling the burning stiffness within on her soft skin, reveling in the warmth being generated there. She opened her mouth wide and closed it over his engorged prick, still trapped in the shorts. She soaked the cloth with her saliva, tasting his succulent cock through it. She sat up suddenly and grabbed the elastic hem of his underpants.
"Lift your hips up," she demanded, her voice husky, filled with desire.
Jimmy lay comfortably on the couch, his eyes closed, his breath coming out in short, heavy spurts. He did as she directed and Mary whipped off his shorts. His giant cock jumped into view, bobbing back and forth in front of her as if in excitement at being released from its constraints.
"Ohh, God!" Mary gasped at the sight of his huge rod, licking her lips lewdly in anticipation. What a beautiful cock, she thought, just staring at it in appreciation. So big, red, throbbing and delicious-looking. God, was she getting excited just looking at him completely exposed like that. Her pussy was sopping wet, the juices wetly staining her panties. Kneeling forward, Mary grabbed the base of his shaft with both hands and tilted her head. She kissed the tip of his cock passionately and licked a drip of pre-ejaculate from the hole. Sweeping a path down and around his rock-hard cock with her tongue, she wetted its entirety. She flickered her tongue over his prominent, bulging blue veins and fluttered it around and around the swollen crown.
"Uhh, suck it, baby," Jimmy gasped, bringing a glowing smile to Mary's glistening, sloppy mouth.
Stretching her lips as wide as possible, Mary took the large crown in her mouth and sucked with delight the pungent flesh. Slowly, she moved downward, struggling to get the monstrous erection inside her. His penis filled her oral cavity and she slid it into her until it banged against the entrance to her throat, causing her to gag and expulse a hot wave of breath over his genitals. She moved quickly up a bit, not wanting to choke on his big dong, and closed her sweet lips tightly on his fleshy bone. Holding his prick still in her mouth, Mary swept her tongue around the taut skin, soaking him in saliva, giving him a sensual, loving tongue bath.
Mary let the juices build in her mouth to make a soft, wet pool for his cock and then she began to blow him in earnest, cramming his cock into her. She moved her head up and down on him, slowly at first, then more rapidly. The thick dong slid easily through her sloppy lips, though her mouth was straining to open so widely, and little pools of her saliva were forming at the base of his peter, wetting the red pubic hair. Inflamed as hell, Mary relaxed her throat muscles and let the tip of his cock slide down into her on a long, downward movement. Damn, if felt so fucking good to her, filled to the brim with Jimmy's huge cock.
Mary loved the obscene act she was performing. The taste, the sexual odor that filled the air, and, yes, even the degradation, brought her to heights of pleasure. She wanted desperately to swallow his hot burning cum, to feel him blast off inside her warm, hungry mouth. Faster and faster she moved, sliding his prick deep into her throat, then up until only the tip was between her lips.
Suddenly, Mary felt warm hands on her ass. The tender fingers caressed the silky fabric of her panties and ran down along the crack of her behind. She felt the hand move the garment aside and begin to tickle her pink asshole, forcing itself slightly inside her. It continued on and up into her crotch, sliding back and forth over her pussy. A finger slipped inside her cunt lips and Mary gasped in delight. Her steaming box clutched the finger and seemed to suck it further inside her, while she spread her legs to accommodate the probing fingers without missing a beat of the blow-job she was giving Jimmy.
Oh, Tommy, she thought, that feels great. It was just what Mary needed to satisfy her own body's needs. She wiggled her ass in pleasure, twitching the cheeks, to let him know how good it felt to her. Almost in response, a thumb found her clitoris and began to stroke the little button vigorously.
Meanwhile, Tommy was about to come. He grabbed the back of Carol's head and forced his cock deep into her mouth, running his fingers through her soft, dark hair. He moved her head back and forth on his inflamed penis, using her mouth as a ready receptacle for his sex.
Carol relaxed a bit and let Tommy's hands do the work as his cock slid in and out of her lips. She gobbled his meat and her tongue swirled around the shaft. Her arms were wrapped around his hips, her fingers extended, stroking the muscular cheeks of his backside and tickling his dark asshole.
Tommy watched the bloated face of the pretty young girl, swollen and flushed as she devoured his member. Her full lips slid sloppily over him as he moved her head with his strong hands and his entire genital area was soaked with saliva and pre-cum. Carol was moaning now as loudly as he was, waiting for his climax with anxious excitement.
"I'm ... coming!" Tommy cried, pulling her hard against his pelvic bone, pressing her face right to his crotch. His dark pubic hairs rubbed against her nose and cheeks. "I'm ... coming!"
Carol his cock spasm and she braced herself. She shoved a finger deep into Tommy's asshole and he blasted off.
"Uhhh!" he yelled and his entire body convulsed.
Tommy's cock quivered in Carol's mouth and spurted a gob of cum down the young girl's throat. The hot liquid pleasurably heated her as it ran down into her stomach. She released his cock slightly and it twitched again, spurting into her waiting mouth. The jizz cascaded off the roof of her mouth and began to fill her. Again and again he exploded, depositing sticky pools of cum all over her mouth and Carol let the juices build in her until his jerking penis calmed. Her mouth was filled with the tangy jism and she swallowed slowly, savoring the tart, sour fluid. Tommy's cock ceased constricting but it remained hard and continued dribbling out small droplets of sperm. Carol sucked on it softly, aware of how tender a penis was after orgasm, swallowing the diminishing amounts of sweet jizz it produced. Her stomach was full of the hot juice, her throat was heavily coated with it and her mouth tasted like a cock. She took the red meat out of her mouth and held it in front of her, staring at it lewdly.
"Oh, I gotta sit down," Tommy declared, exhausted from the drinking and his orgasm. He fell to the floor and Carol leaned forward with him, never releasing her grip on his rapidly shriveling cock. Tommy lay down and closed his eyes, nodding off in a short moment.
Carol squeezed his cock firmly, pulling up from the base to the tip. A gob of jizz appeared at the hole and she lapped it up without hesitation. She squeezed again, but was disappointed-he was drained dry. She kissed his cock, now shriveled to next to nothing, and smacked her lips contentedly.
Carol noticed Tommy was drifting off to sleep.
Making up her mind in a minute, she got up and moved toward the couch.
Carol sat down on the sofa behind Mary, unnoticed by her blonde girl friend. Jimmy's eyes were closed while Mary blew him and, sighing softly, Carol began to caress Mary's ass. She slid her hand along the crack of the girl's bum and pushed aside the panties to finger her tight hole. Mary spread her legs and Carol brought her hand down to play with her wet pussy. She felt her girl friend respond to her manipulations and, locating her clitoris, began to fondle it lovingly.
Carol moved her other hand down into her own panties and began playing with herself in unison to her stroking of Mary's pussy. Her fingers moved rapidly around both cunts, the thumbs squeezing sensuously their respective clits.
"Oh, Mary ... I'm close, so close," Jimmy muttered, his voice deep, his eyes tightly closed in ecstasy. Her mouth was so fucking talented.
"Umm," Mary acknowledged, forcing her head to move up and down on him even faster, wanting him to come in her, begging for him to fill her. Her jaw was aching from the sheer effort of keeping her mouth around his cock but the dull pain was nothing compared to her pleasure at blowing him and the fantastic hand fondling her burning cunt. Mary rolled her hips to facilitate the actions of the probing fingers. Her head was swimming in a sexual river and she felt close to coming. She kneaded Jimmy's huge scrotum through her fingers and slipped one down to plug his hairy, puckered asshole.
"I'm coming," he cried happily. "Ohh ... I'm coming!"
Mary grabbed the base of his cock with two hands and jerked him firmly, sucking with all her might. His cock throbbed and seemed to grow even bigger inside her, forcing her cheeks to bloat out as if she had the mumps. And then it spurted, gushing blobs of jizz into her. Mary swallowed quickly, consuming the heavy juice with fervor, almost choking from the quantity. Again it spewed, and again she gulped it down. She was in heaven slurping the sour, sticky jism and the finger at her clitoris brought her off.
"Uhh!" Mary moaned, deep in her throat. The sound came out garbled through her semen-filled mouth. She pressed her pussy down on the hand and rode out the waves of her orgasm, all the while sipping at the end of Jimmy' penis.
Carol heard Jimmy's cries of orgasm and she hurried to make Mary join him. She rubbed the blonde girl's clitoris faster and faster, light, flickering, tender strokes that she knew drove her, and any other girl, wild. She felt Jimmy's body shake the couch and his legs stiffen near her. She knew he was coming and she continued working on Mary, whose mouth was rapidly filling with sperm. Mary's body trembled as she came. Carol slowed her fondling, more gently now, as her friend pushed her sopping box down on her hand. The juices flowed freely from her pussy and stuck sexily to Carol's fingers.
Carol removed her hand from Mary's cunt with reluctance, but she knew time was getting short. She was glad that she was able to make her friend come. She got up silently from the sofa and moved to Tommy, lying down next to him on the floor. He was still sleeping and she kissed him softly on the cheek, then rested her head on his heaving chest.
Mary's orgasm abated as the hand moved out from under her, her pussy was soaked. Jimmy's cock was shriveling in her hot mouth but she sucked it for all the come she could get. Even soft, his cock was a good size and she let it plop from her lips and settle on his abdomen. She squeezed the fleshy, red meat and a gob of sperm formed at the tip and fell to his skin. She licked it up like a cat.
"Umm, your cum tastes delicious," Mary said.
"Uh-huh," Jimmy answered, semi-conscious. He was only half-aware of what was going on but he knew his cock felt great and his body was relaxed as hell.
Mary snuggled her face to Jimmy's crotch, loving the warm feel of the area, still wet and a bit sticky. She felt his hand come down absent-mindedly to stroke her long, blonde hair and she was glad it did. She caressed his thighs and licked around his red pubes, cleaning him. She was resting really, happy, contented and satiated. Only now did she think of Tommy and Carol, especially Tommy's hand bringing her to orgasm. She turned her head to find them lying on the floor, apparently asleep. Oh, well. Everyone else can go to sleep for awhile, but Mary had to get home before she was killed for coming home too late.
Mary stepped lightly around the others gathering her clothes and heading into the bathroom. She cleaned herself, finding strings of cum on her chin and cheek, and washed her mouth out. She dressed and, after one last check in the mirror to inspect her appearance, walked back into the living room. She roused Tommy and he dressed quickly without distrubing their friends. They left Carol and Jimmy asleep and naked. Mary stopped at the door.
"Look at Carol," she said, smiling.
Tommy turned to see the brunette on her side, facing them, completely nude. And she was licking her fingers in her sleep, sucking them clean. Tommy smiled.
"She's so cute sometimes," Mary stated, giggling and closing the door behind them.
Carol sucked her fingers in her sleep, tasting the pussy juice from Mary and loving it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson sat eating their dinner in silence. Mr. Johnson took a long swallow from the beer can he held, emptying it. He belched loudly and slammed the container on the table, staring hard at his dinner partner.
His dutiful wife took the obvious hint and went to the refrigerator. She took out another beer and brought it to him. She wished he wouldn't drink so much but she was afraid to say anything to him about it and start a fight. He was half-loaded already. He took the beer from her and popped it open, spraying the table with a foamy mist. She didn't say a word, just moving back to her seat. Mr. Johnson tapped his foot menacingly on the floor and the air was heavy with dread anticipation.
Oh, Mary, hurry home, please, Mrs. Johnson thought silently. She feared the scene she knew would occur as soon as her daughter returned and the later it got, the worse it would be. And she was powerless to do anything about it. She glanced at the kitchen clock and took another bite.
* * *
Tommy left Mary at the usual corner and, kissing her good-bye, turned to go home. She watched him leave and had to struggle with her feelings. She wanted to run after him and take him and just keep running. Together. Anywhere. But she knew it was out of the question, for him anyway. But she could daydream. And she turned with a tear welling in her eye. She wiped it away with resignation. It's not the end of the world, she thought.
Pausing in the hallway of her apartment house, Mary tugged her clothes to make sure everything was in order. She knew her father would give her a hard time about being late, and, of course, about not wearing a bra. She couldn't imagine what he would do if he found her zipper down or her blouse open. Probably pant like a dog in heat, she decided. Well, everything seems in order. She took a deep breath, might as well get it over with. I hope he hasn't been drinking too much today, she thought. Not much chance.
Mary opened the door as quietly as she could and stepped lightly inside. Even the little noise she made was evident in the silent apartment.
"Mary!"
She didn't answer. "MARY!".
"Yes," she responded, a little too sweetly.
"Where the hell have you been?" her father yelled, hurrying into the living room. His eyes were glazed and slightly bloodshot and Mary knew he was at least partly drunk. And that meant trouble. He marched right up to her and stared hard into her eyes.
"I said, where have you been? You know we eat dinner the same time every night. Since when are you privileged enough to hold us up?"
"I'm sorry. I just lost track of the time."
"Where were you?" Mr. Johnson asked again, grabbing and squeezing her arm for emphasis.
"Dad, please. You're hurting me."
"I asked you a question."
"I was with some friends," she answered, unsuccessfully trying to pull free of his grasp. "Who?"
"Just some friends from school. Please let go of me."
"What did you do?"
"We just sat around and talked."
Mr. Johnson suddenly realized what the odor was permeating his alcoholic haze. Whiskey. There was whiskey on his young daughter's breath. He grabbed her by the neck roughly and pulled her face to his, their lips almost touching.
"You've been drinking! Drinking!"
"I-I-" she stammered, searching desperately for some answer.
"You lousy stinkin' liar!" He began shaking her by the shoulders.
"Let go of me ... let me go!" Mary yelled, struggling hard against his strong grip. Her braless breasts swung free under her blouse. And he noticed it.
"Where's your bra? What did I tell you? You filthy tramp."
Mr. Johnson grabbed his daughter's small breast and crushed it in his strong hand.
"Ouchhh!" she screamed. "Let go. Let go!"
He tightened his grip on her tit, feeling her oozy flesh between his fingers. He was punishing her, but it was terribly exciting to him sexually. It was the first time he had ever touched her boobs and they felt good.
"What else did you do? Huh, what else?" His eyes were wild-looking. "Did you fuck anybody? Did you show these cute little tits off? Did someone get into your pants, cunt?"
Mrs. Johnson finally appeared at the doorway. Her face was pale with what she saw and heard. She couldn't believe the sight before her eyes. "My God, John, please ... please!"
"SHUT UP!" he snarled without turning and his wife slumped against the wall, feeling faint. "Well?" back to Mary. "Did you get laid?" His mouth was crooked in lewd sneer.
Mary felt like her breast was being pulled out of its socket. It hurt like hell and yet, in a strange way, it excited her, this rough sexual treatment. And it made her madder to know that her body was betraying her and responding to this mistreatment. Her hatred of him was stronger and with a mighty thrust, she pulled away from the crazy man and backed up against the side wall, rubbing her sore boob to try and ease the pain.
"No, no, I didn't fuck anyone. I didn't." She was yelling as she leaned on the wall. Then, she stopped and her voice became low. "You know what I did? Do you want to know?"
Her voice was rising again as she calculated her next move. This was it, the last straw. Fuck him, the cocksucker. I hate you, she thought. She was becoming a madwoman herself and her eyes bugged out of her head, her breath short, husky.
She was overwhelmed with a desire to hurt her father deeply, to punish him verbally, the only way she could strike back at him. A slight smile formed on her lips.
"You know what I did tonight? I took this guy's big, beautiful cock in my mouth," she said, almost spelling the words out for him, spitting them up to him, tormenting, vicious. "And I sucked and sucked and sucked it until he filled my mouth with his hot juicy delicious cum. And you know what I did then? You want to know? I swallowed every last drop of the hot cum. Every single little drop." She licked her lips obscenely, defiantly. "Ummmm, it tasted so fucking good. So fucking good."
"Mary, Mary, don't," Mrs. Johnson pleaded weakly, beginning to sob. It was a living nightmare.
Mary stared directly at her father, who was advancing slowly upon her. He moved as if in a fog. His face was contorted in rage but his eyes belied the excitement welling within his loins. And there was no stopping the young girl.
"And you know what's really funny?" she continued. "What's really funny about it?" She laughed, obviously phony but mocking and taunting him. "It's that you'd just love for me to suck your cock, wouldn't you?" He was almost upon her. "My own father would just love to stick his dick between my wet, luscious lips. Huh? Does that sound good?" Mary made loud, obscene slurping sounds with her mouth. Her face turned red with anger and hatred, her words as cruel as she could make them. "Well, forget it. You filthy, stinking, rotten pervert, I hate you. I hate you!"
Her father grabbed her suddenly around the throat, cutting off her words and pinning her to the wall. She struggled for breath, more furious than scared, but he held her tight.
"SO you like little boy's cocks, huh? You like to suck tiny cocks? Well, then you'll just love to swallow a grown man's giant prick."
Mr. Johnson opened his pants with his free hand and pulled his half-hard cock out, exposing himself to her. She looked straight ahead, ignoring his cock until he forced her head down to look at his throbbing member. Mary gasped when she saw it. Her father's prick was the biggest she had ever seen, and it wasn't even fully erect. God, it looked great, she thought, forgetting herself for a moment. She just couldn't help feeling a twinge of arousal at the sight of such a monstrous cock. But it belonged to her father and she would die before his meat entered any of her orifices.
"Like it, whore? Doesn't it look delicious? Do you want to suck me off?"
Mr. Johnson's questions brought Mary back to the reality of the situation. It was as if he read her mind and she worried that her eyes betrayed the pure sexual excitement that her body felt. If that cock were someone else's Mary would have been on her knees in a second. But not for him.
Mrs. Johnson suddenly came into the picture, running up to her husband and beating him with closed fists on the back. He hardly felt her.
"John! That's our daughter-your own flesh and blood! Let her go ... stop it ... STOP IT!"
He turned and slapped her hard across the face, sending her flying into the couch. He never even loosened his grip on Mary. Mrs. Johnson sunk into the cushions in a ball, whimpering loudly.
Too little, too late, mother, Mary thought and she felt her father's cock rub against her as he turned. She looked down to see a trail of pre-cum on her pants and was horrified at the sight. She began to struggle again with all her might but it was to no avail. Her father was just too strong, he was like a man possessed. And her own overmatched strength was rapidly weakening. She gasped hard for her breaths.
"And now, you little tramp, I'm going to give you a taste of some real cock. But first, let's take a look at those tits you seem to be so proud of."
"NOOO!" Mary screamed weakly, as her father ripped her blouse down the front, exposing her fleshy, cherry-tipped orbs. She started punching him on the face and chest but he didn't even seem to feel the blows. Or, at least he didn't show it. He just stood there kneading her tits. Mary somehow managed to knock his hand away and she hurried to cover her bosom from his lust-filled gaze. She crossed her arms in front of her, an almost comical sense of modesty in the degenerate action that was taking place. Even her father laughed lewdly.
"Maybe you wished you had a bra on now, huh? Father knows best." His dirty smile faded to a menacing sneer. "And now, kneel down, slut and blow me. Show me how well you suck cock. And it better be good."
He forced his daughter onto her knees in front of him, holding her there with both hands. His cock rubbed across her face but she refused to open her mouth. Long strings of pre-ejaculate stuck to her cheeks, nose and lips, burning her in humiliation and hatred.
"Open your mouth, bitch! Open it!"
He slapped her face hard and her mouth opened to cry in pain, just as he had anticipated. He pushed quickly inside her, forcing his rock-hard dong between her lips and teeth, banging into the entrance to her throat. She gagged, expelling a rush of trapped air through her nostrils and across his abdomen. Mary's mouth was stuffed to the limit and her lips weren't even near the base of his cock. He held her steadfastly to his groin.
"Ummmm, that feels good, baby. Your mouth is so fucking wet and hot."
Mr. Johnson looked down at his daughter's pretty face, her cheeks bloated with his penis, her lips stretched wide, tight to his fleshy bone. God, he had waited for this moment for a long time. He had lusted after his offspring for so long ... so long. And now she was kneeling in front of him, her mouth crammed with cock. He moved one hand to stroke her long blonde hair, almost tenderly. What a contrast to his sniveling, mousy, homely wife! He was in heaven.
"Now suck me, suck my cock, I want to come in your pretty mouth."
Mary was overcome with feelings of fear, disgust, hatred and excitement. Her mind was filled with mixed emotions. She even felt pity for the man who was forcing this incestuous perversion. But her strongest emotion was hatred, hatred of the man who sired her, who beat her and her mother whenever the desire possessed him, who now stood before her with his prick in her mouth.
"Suck me off!" Her father demanded, beginning to move her head back and forth on his penis, letting it slide easily between her sloppy lips. She grunted noisily and started sucking his rod with vigor. Mr. Johnson was pleased by her actions, and a little surprised that her compliance came so quickly. Nevertheless, he took his hands from her and let her do the work. She held his cock with her lips and swirled her tongue over the smooth flesh.
"Ohhh, that's better, baby. It feels so good." And then he screamed in agony as Mary bit down with all her might on his hard meat. He jumped in the air, ripping his dick from the vise-like grip of her sharp teeth, tearing the flesh. Blood already flowed from the wound as he gripped it in his hands, squeezing his cock to try and ease the pain. His face was white, full of shock and horror. His knees buckled out from under him and he fell to the floor, almost passing out.
In a flash Mary was on her feet and rushing for the door. She grabbed a sweater hanging on the hook and snatched a twenty-dollar bill from the end table. She was at the doorway before her father even really realized what had happened. His mind was fogged in pain and his thinking slow.
"Come back here," he screamed. "COME BACK HERE!" He crawled towards her slowly, unable to get to his feet. His body was wracked with pain, his cock still in the comforting enclosure of his clasped hands.
Mary paused at the door, sure now of her escape. Her father moved to her but he was incapable of rapid movement. She had to admit that it felt good seeing him like that.
"I hate you, you fucking bastard!" she screamed.
"Mary ... Mary...." her mother moaned from the sofa, her head still buried in her arms, her voice cracked, crying.
Mary looked to her with pity. "And you make me sick ... BOTH OF YOU!"
"Co-come bac-back," her father stammered as Mary slammed the door on them forever.
She rushed out of the building, taking the stairs two at a time, oblivious of the stares of her neighbors. Out on the street, she finally realized that her tits were completely exposed and she hurried to don her sweater. Two boys sitting on the steps had seen her naked tits and they moved toward her while she dressed.
"Hey, baby, don't hide 'em. They look pretty cute," one of the boys said.
She turned and the fury in her eyes stopped them dead in their tracks.
"FUCK YOU," she spat at them and took off down the street, quickly, but without conscious direction. Her mouth tasted of blood, pre-cum and cock. She wiped a drop of blood from her lips and a couple of streams of jism from her cheeks. She spit on the sidewalk, trying to cleanse herself, hoping to erase the memories so recently received. But it couldn't be done. And she spat and spat and spat. And she walked and walked for what seemed like days.
In truth, after two hours of mindless wandering, Mary found herself in front of Carol's house, her best friend. Maybe, in a way, she wished it was Tommy's house, but she knew that would be fruitless. He had made it clear that he wouldn't throw his future away on her and she really didn't want him to. She was just a little more optimistic than he was, or a little more desperate. And tonight was the end. It was probably better this way anyway. She could stay with Carol and her parents for a few days until she figured out what she was going to do. She knew she would never go home again. Ever.
She walked up to the door and rang the bell of the Fuller home. She waited, hoping that Carol answered the door and not her parents. She wouldn't really know what to say to the Fullers and she wasn't sure that she looked all that hot.
The door swung open and her best friend stood in the doorway, her eyes expressing pleasant surprise.
"Mary, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I ... I...." Her voice trailed away. "Come in, come on inside." She did and Carol hugged her warmly.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mary sat on the edge of her friend's queen-sized bed as Carol moved about getting ready to retire. Mary was still dressed the same as when she left home. Her torn blouse was hidden by the sweater.
"Your parents are really nice, Carol," she finally said. "Are you sure they don't mind me staying here?"
Carol answered from the private bathroom adjacent to her spacious room. "Of course not."
"They're so nice and friendly. I don't think they really believed me about my parents going away, though."
"Probably not," Carol admitted. "They're not stupid. But they won't pry."
The girls lapsed into silence as Carol finished removing her make-up, brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash. She wanted her mouth to be fresh and clean. Mary would have been shocked to know why.
Carol entered the room to find her blonde girl friend staring blankly into space, a forlorn look on her face. She sat on the bed next to Mary, her robe slipping open to reveal huge expansive areas of her milky breasts.
"Mary, do you want to tell me about it?"
Mary turned to look into her girl friend's brown eyes. She had been thinking about what had happened and it seemed like Carol had read her mind. She did want to tell her about it, she had to tell someone, and who better than her best friend.
"Oh, Carol," Mary cried, burying her head in her friend's lap as she blurted out the story between her tears.
"Oh, Mary, go ahead and cry. Let it all out. I love you."
Carol gently caressed her friend's long, silky hair as she listened, her stroking more than friendly, though Mary didn't notice. She listened with interest and sorrow. She really loved Mary and she knew how hard her life at home was and it bothered her. And she was thankful that her parents were so different from her friend's. Maybe Mary could stay at her house. Permanently. That would be so nice.
Mary was crying her eyes out as she finished the tale.
"I just ran out of the apartment and down the street. And I've been walking around for ... I don't know how long. I just didn't know what to do or where to go. And then I ended up in front of your house."
"I'm glad you did, Mary."
"Carol," Mary whispered, moving up to hug her friend. "Carol, you're so great. You're the best friend anyone could have."
Carol brushed Mary's now moist hair from her face and wiped the tears from her eyes, now red from crying. She put her arms around Mary's and the two girls embraced for a long moment, causing the brunette to draw her breath in excitedly. She wanted to take her friend right here and now, to strip her and make love to every inch of her well-formed body, but she was afraid. Afraid her best friend would reject her sexual advances. She had long ago given up being ashamed of her feeling towards the beautiful blonde now in her arms. But that old fear still held her back. Barely.
Carol abruptly broke their embrace and Mary looked at her quizzically.
"We'd better get into bed. It's getting late," she said, having trouble containing the lust she felt from entering her voice.
"I guess so, huh?" Mary answered as she stood up. "Can we still talk for a while? I'm really not very sleepy."
"Oh, sure, I'm not sleepy either. Let's get comfortable, though."
Mary began removing her sweater while she walked across the room. As she did so, she felt her breasts exposed between the ripped halves of her blouse, reminding her once again of the recent unhappy episode with her father. She rejected the immediate impulse to cover herself, feeling foolish just thinking about it. God, it was only her and Carol in the room. She laid the sweater over the back of an easy chair and slipped off the tattered pieces of her blouse.
"Well, this is useless," she said, dropping the material onto the cushion of the chair.
She opened the button of her pants and pulled the zipper down, turning back to her friend. She was surprised to find Carol staring so intently at her.
"Uh ... uh," she stammered, feeling her face turn red in embarrassment. She felt suddenly very naked.
Carol's gaze fell quickly to the bed on which she was sitting. She had been watching Mary undress with delight, following the smooth contours of her back and full hips. Her girl friend had turned unexpectedly and caught her because she was lost in thought.
"Uh, do you have any nightgowns I could use?" Mary finally asked.
"No, Mary, but you can wear my robe if you want to."
"Oh, no, I couldn't. What would you-"
"I sleep in the nude," Carol stated simply, cutting her friend off. The air was heavy around them and she hurried to break the tension. "It makes me so sexy when I want to be alone."
They both laughed loudly, old friends again. Mary shrugged off the incident. She stepped out of her pants without shame and walked into the bathroom.
Carol couldn't help but watch her as she headed into the adjoining room, closing the door behind her. Mary's full rounded ass-cheeks bobbed and bounced sensuously in her tight, slightly small, silky pink panties. God, she looks good enough to eat, Carol thought wickedly. And Carol remembered a few hours ago when she had reached inside the undergarment to fondle her friend's pussy, so soft, wet and warm. Unconsciously, her hand fell to her lap, parting the robe she wore and she ran her fingers through the patch of pubic hair. It was a beautiful memory. Maybe tonight, she thought. Tonight, she hoped. Her fingers tickled her own clitoris and she stifled a contented moan.
Mary got up from the toilet seat, wiped herself clean and flushed the commode. She pulled her panties up and stared at herself in the huge wall mirror. She liked what she saw. She was proud of her body, even though she knew her tits could be bigger. At least they were well-shaped and stood up straight. And none of her boyfriends had ever complained. She touched her bosom lightly and her body tingled.
Mary thought of her friend in the next room as she washed her face vigorously. That look before had bothered her a lot and it wasn't the first time she had seen it on Carol's face, or thought she had anyway. It was desire, quiet lust. She had heard of women having sex with other women, but she didn't even know exactly what they did to each other. And she refused to believe her best friend would want to take her physically. Maybe she was imagining it, she wasn't thinking too straight tonight. She might be wrong. She hoped she was.
Mary finished up in the bathroom and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Carol was still sitting on the bed, her robe open fairly wide.
"Maybe I should sleep on the chair," Mary proposed. "I don't want to put you out any."
"Mary, there's plenty of room here," Carol said, patting the mattress. "It's a big bed. No sense being uncomfortable." She pulled back the covers. "Are you sure?"
"Mary!" she answered, throwing off her robe.
"Okay, okay," Mary laughed and jumped on the bed, lying on her back.
Carol was a bit disappointed that her friend didn't even seem to notice her naked body. She knew she had a pretty good figure, especially her gjant, well-formed tits. Oh, Mary, she thought, please accept me. She went to the wall switch by the door and turned off the overhead light, leaving only the slight illumination of a nightlight by the bed. She went to the bed and crawled under the covers next to her friend.
"Too bad there's no guys around, huh?" Carol whispered.
"Yeah," Mary answered a bit sadly as she thought of Tommy. She turned on her side, her back to Carol.
"You know what I'd do with a big cock right now?"
"What, you little pervert?" Mary giggled.
"I'd take it into my wet mouth as far as I could and I'd suck and suck on it with all my might until it blew off inside me. Then, I would swallow every last drop of the hot cum it gave me, letting it fill my stomach and throat." She was whispering into Mary's ear now, exciting her, almost taunting her. "And then, I'd let it rest in my sperm-filled mouth until it started to shrink but I wouldn't let it. I'd start stucking again, tasting the cum and cock in my mouth, and licking it to make it hard and stiff, filling me." Her mouth was next to Mary's ear and her tongue snaked out to lick the earlobe.
Mary listened to her friend's lewd talk with interest. It was exciting to hear and think about. As her girl friend moved closer to her, she felt the hot breath on her neck. Then, a tongue began to lick her ear and she stiffened.
"Carol, please don't ... please," Mary protested weakly, her pussy was moist from the sexual story.
"I love you, Mary. I love you," Carol murmured quietly.
And Mary heard the words she dreaded, at least the way Carol meant them. She loved her girl friend, too, but not like this. There was something wrong with sex between women, something perverted. It just didn't seem natural, without a man's hard cock. Yet, she couldn't deny the pure sexual pleasure she was beginning to feel as Carol's soft, inquisitive tongue searched her earlobe.
Carol's hand now moved up Mary's back and across her side to grasp her right breast. She fondled the globe lovingly, rubbing the hardening nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Please don't," Mary groaned in one last half-hearted attempt to end this strange game, but Carol continued kissing and caressing her. And Mary probably didn't really want her to stop anyway. Her sexual needs were becoming more intense by the moment.
Carol was far gone into their act. She was beside herself with hungry desire. She gently turned Mary's head to her and stared deeply into the soft, blue eyes. She could see the hesitancy, but also the faint, glowing birth of arousal. And she smiled widely from friendship, love, passion and lust. Finally, she thought. Finally.
"I love you," she stated with all seriousness one last time. "Let me make you happy."
Mary looked up at her friend. She didn't know what to do or say. She didn't know what Carol expected of her, but she could resist no longer. She let her mouth meet Carol's as it fell to her and, with some reluctance, she parted her lips to let her friend's wet tongue inside her.
Carol slipped her tongue into Mary's luscious mouth and licked the insides of her cheeks. She ran it over Mary's wet, bumpy tongue, then lightly flicked it over the gums and teeth. Her breath came out in short, hot gusts from her nostrils as she devoured their saliva greedily. Mary's mouth was soft, fresh and clean to her taste, her lips, full, sexy, her cheeks smooth. She moved her hands up and ran her fingers through Mary's long blonde hair, loving the silky feel of it in her stroking hands. She broke the kiss noisily, then let her tongue trace wet paths along the line of her girl friend's succulent mouth.
Mary's eyes were closed as her friend licked her and she sighed resignedly. She had to admit that she was getting excited by the avid attention being paid to her, but she knew she wouldn't be able to reciprocate. It would be too weird for her at this time in her life.
Carol moved her mouth across Mary's soft cheek, planting quiet kisses and leaving a trail of moisture behind her. She kissed Mary's neck and shoulders, then her arms. She gently lifted her girl friend's arm and began to lick the clean-shaven armpit, inhaling happily the sweet feminine aroma of the body. It tasted slightly sweaty but, oh so sweet.
Mary let out a quick breath of air as Carol licked her armpit. It was a new sensation, this tonguing of a virgin area, and she was surprised to find it so stimulating.
Cat-like, Carol nibbled at the flesh. She ran her tongue down the length of Mary's arm, tickling the light expanses of body hair. She took the wrist in her hand firmly and began lapping the sensitive palm. Mary giggled, withdrawing her hand in reflex, and Carol smiled, pulling it back. She slid her tongue between Mary's fingers, soaking them with saliva, slobbering greedily over the slightly coarser skin.
Taking her friend's fingers into her mouth, one at a time, Carol started sucking each with relish, lavishing affection with her lips and tongue. She gulped and gnawed at the fingers excitedly, treating them like tiny penises. Mentally, she was participating in a gang-bang, an oral gang-bang, lacking only the spurting orgasms filling her mouth with jism. Looking up, she saw a sexual half-smile gracing Mary's face, a smile of contentment. And that made her feel all the better.
Finally releasing Mary's now sopping hand with some reluctance, Carol moved down and licked the blonde girl's side, tickling her gently. She leaned forward and grasped a proud breast, bringing it to meet her open, wet mouth. She licked the cherry red nipple with glee. It was already erect and she battered it back and forth tenderly. Closing her lips tightly, Carol began to suck the fleshy boob with vigor.
"Ummm," Mary groaned, as her tit disappeared into Carol's warm, adoring mouth. Her body temperature was rising rapidly, but she fought the desire to caress her friend's head. She wasn't quite ready for that yet. Instead, she relaxed, basking in the warmth of the sensual tongue massage.
Carol moved her head to Mary's left breast and bathed it in her saliva-filled oral cavity. Her own huge tits rolled across her friend's belly and the hot skin-to-skin touch inflamed her. She took tiny nips at the milky orb, leaving teeth-marks around it.
Letting the quivering boob fall from her mouth, Carol paused to give each tit a noisy kiss. Then, she brought her mouth rapidly across her friend's taut belly and cushioned abdomen, sidetracking only to lick out the navel. She was beside herself with desire now and hurried to the object of her devotion. She had intended to give Mary a complete tongue bath right down to her toes, but she was too hot now to wait. She wanted so desperately to eat Mary's pussy. She threw the covers off and yanked off Mary's panties.
Sliding herself down Mary's body, Carol positioned between her friend's legs. She lay on the bed, parting the full thighs with her hands, exposing Mary's cunt to her eyes for the first time.
"Oh, God," she cried, deliciously, her hands stretching the pussy wide open. The succulent flesh was wet and foamy, just waiting for her hungry mouth. She stopped herself a moment and inhaled the odor of Mary's genitals, loving it.
"Uh, oh...." Mary moaned. There were no thought of Carol or lesbianism or perversion left in her mind, only the burning needs of her cunt. At this point, her sexual needs were more important than anything else. She spread her legs wide, inviting Carol to eat her, almost begging her physically. Her body was trembling in anticipation, her pussy spread open by her friend's tender fingers. Eat me, she thought, please suck me. God, she needed that searching mouth to devour her cunt, to drain her dry. She moved her hands down without any real thought of what she was doing. She grabbed the back of her friend's head and pulled it toward her box, gently at first, then harder, her needs urgent.
"Please ... eat me," Mary whispered. "Please suck my pussy."
Carol felt the hands on her head but resisted their downward force. Then, she heard Mary asking her to eat her cunt. That was what she was waiting for, for God knows how long. She was in heaven..
"I'll eat you, Mary," she said huskily, running her tongue through her friend's blonde pubic patch happily. "I'll suck you forever."
Carol spread the inner lips of Mary's gleaming cunt and smacked her lips. She tilted her head, pressing her mouth to the red flesh. Moaning with pleasure, she stuck out her tongue and traced a circle around Mary's cunt. Mary's own moans greeted her hearing as she licked, then swallowing the heavy pussy fluid. It tasted so good to her, so sweet, feminine, personal.
"I love you," she breathed. "And your pussy tastes great."
Carol's head was swimming in the pungent odors surrounding her. She pressed her mouth again to Mary's red gash and this time she began sucking in earnest, pulling with her lips at the sticky flesh. She pushed her tongue as far as it could go inside her friend and moved it around in circles. Her nose was tight against Mary's clitoris as she guzzled the juices her actions produced, so she moved it around to inflame the sexual centerpiece.
Mary was rushing headlong toward a violent orgasm. Her friend's tenacious sucking drove her wild with ecstasy and the nose pressed against her clit was electrifying, especially when Carol exhaled hot bursts of air through it.
"Oh, I'm coming soon," Mary cried. "Please make me come in your mouth!"
That was all Carol needed to hear. She let her hands slide from Mary's pussy and grabbed the pliant flesh of her friend's ass-cheeks firmly, reveling in the feel of the quivering mounds. She tugged with all her might to force her tongue deeper and deeper into the slimy cunt she was devouring. A finger slipped down and ran the length of the crack in Mary's ass until it found the puckered asshole. She forced it inside and Mary jumped off the bed in pleasure.
Carol held on tight to the squirming body under her, licking frantically and swallowing all the juices Mary had to offer. She pushed her finger in and out of the blonde girl's virgin asshole and squeezed the fleshy cheeks. Her tongue was swirling madly now as she tried desperately to bring her friend off in her mouth. She was breathing like a madwoman and the room was filled with the noises of her loud slurping.
It was music to Mary's ears. Carol's mouth was driving her crazy and she was on the brink of orgasm. She squeezed her friend's head to her groin as it began constricting.
"I'm coming. Suck it! Suck it!"
Carol plunged her finger deep into Mary's pink asshole and buried her tongue far into Mary's pussy. And it brought her off. Her body jerked wildly in Carol's grip and she held on tight. Wave after wave of orgasm washed through her body and deposited its discharge in her friend's waiting mouth, where it was hungrily swallowed as soon as it appeared. Mary felt like she was pissing as the come left her box in long streams. God, it felt so good. Nothing else in the world mattered when she was coming. She was free from worry and problems and all she had to do was relax and enjoy the fantastic feeling emanating from her loins.
Finally, her orgasm calmed and her body, no longer trembling, lay limp on the bed. The last few drops of pussy-juice leaked out and she looked down to find Carol busily lapping them up. And Carol was staring at her and it made her feel weird but she smiled slightly from sheer pleasure, then closed her eyes and fell immediately to sleep. A contented grin graced her face.
Carol sucked up every drop of the oils her tonguing had produced and she swallowed it with great relish. It was like the nectar of the gods, this liquid from Mary's succulent pussy, and she didn't want to waste any. God knows, she'd been waiting long enough to taste it. She had been looking at her friend's pretty face during the whole head-job and finally Mary gazed down at her before she nodded out.
Now, with Mary sleeping peacefully, Carol just stayed between her legs, licking the final drops, cleaning her. She finished and gave the dry box one last sloppy kiss. Then she sat up and caught her breath. Whew! It had been even better than she had imagined it would be. Mary tasted so fucking good. She wiped her lips with her wet tongue and consumed the sticky fluids which clung to her. Her face smelled of pussy, even her nose, and here and there, curly, blonde pubic hairs stuck to her skin. Oh, Mary, I love you so much, she thought.
CHAPTER SIX
Mary left Carol's house early the next morning and walked slowly uptown toward the 59th Street Bridge. It was a beautiful morning, though she really didn't notice, and the rising sun was warming the pavement rapidly. All around her people were hurrying to work, or to school. Now and then, a car full of young boys would be attracted by her long, bright blonde hair and her tight, firm body. They would pull over and bother her, asking if she wanted a ride, then cursing and muttering obscenities when she ignored them and kept on walking. It was just what she didn't need. Not today.
She made it to the bridge and started across. The walking lane was as deserted as the car lanes were packed and she was left alone to her thoughts. She stopped in the middle of the bridge and looked out over the water. To her left was the city, the island of Manhattan. The concrete and steel jungle looked cold and perilous, even as it was being crammed with commuters and the millions who lived there. She thought it was funny that a place with so many people could look so lonely. Behind her was Brooklyn and Long Island City, not looking much different from Manhattan, except that she was leaving one and going to the other.
Mary was tired, she had been walking for quite a while, and she welcomed the chance to rest and bask in the cool breeze and view that the altitude afforded her. But she was getting hungry and the twenty-dollar bill was burning a hole in her pocket. She wondered how long the money would have to last her, she didn't have many marketable skills. For a brief instant, she mulled over how easy it would be to climb the fence and jump into the water. Then all her troubles would be over. But that would be to immature and easy, she decided.
She was still young yet and had plenty of time to find meaning for her life.
Looking back once more over her shoulder, Mary said goodbye. To her parents, to James, to Carol. And to Tommy. Goodbye, she said out loud and moved off. The city was beckoning her and she had no where else to go.
It was already late afternoon when she found a small luncheonette that didn't look too greasy. She entered and slipped into a booth. Her feet were killing her from all the walking. It was probably the most exercise she had ever gotten. She stretched her legs out and waited for the waitress, looking around to check out her surroundings. It was a typical New York, Mom and Pop business and, as might be expected for this hour of the day, the place was deserted. The old woman came out from behind the counter, took Mary's order for a hamburger, fries and large Coke, and disappeared, into the kitchen. Mary just closed her eyes and almost tell asleep while she waited. It felt so good to sit down for a while.
After eating, Mary wandered aimlessly through the masses of humanity for hours and now the sun was beginning to fade. She stopped and rested at a doorway. She was in Greenwich Village, though she didn't know it, and the streets were filled with long-haired guys in dirty clothes, short and long-haired girls wearing next to nothing, and cops.
She needed a place to stay. Badly. She walked on, more slowly than before. Three or four wild-eyed looking guys stopped her on the street and asked her if she wanted any drugs. She stiffened fearfully when they approached but when she shook her head no, they merely moved on to the next passerby. God, she was relieved about that, though she didn't know why she was so paranoid.
Mary stopped at a corner and just looked around, not really sure of her next move. A big, shiny black car pulled to the curb and beeped loudly. Mary looked around to see who he was beeping at but there was no one behind her. He can't be honking at me, she thought. The horn was persistent and she turned to see an older man in the driver's seat, motioning frantically for her to come to the car.
It was only a few feet from her and she moved toward it apprehensively. She walked to the open passenger side window and leaned in sightly, on guard.
"Yes?"
"Hi, are you doing anything?" The guy asked, a slight, self-conscious smile on his lips. He was in his fifties, though well preseved, and he was looking around nervously.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You know, for the next hour." he winked lewdly at her.
Mary looked at him quizzically, not at all understanding what he was talking about. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, making a grand gesture of extracting a twenty-dollar bill. He held it up for her to see. "Is this enough?"
She didn't say a word, but stared at the money. It suddenly began to dawn on her what was going on. He was propositioning her. He was offering the money to her as if she were a common street tramp. Her face turned a bit crimson.
The man was disappointed that she didn't jump in the car when he flashed the money. He came down here often to patronize the young runaway prostitutes and the greenbacks almost always did the trick. His eyes devoured Mary's beautiful young face and well-formed tits. She probably wanted more, he reasoned, and she looked as if she would be worth it.
"You're really a doll," he said. "I'll throw in another ten for a blow-job, too."
He extracted another bill and leaned way over to her side of the car, breathing heavily in anticipation. She backed away from him.
"Drop dead, creep," she yelled in his leering face. She backed up, surprised at her own strength and emotional control. She watched as the old man hastily shoved the money back into his pocket and pulled quickly from the curb and moved down the street, squealing his tires in his haste to avoid any kind of scene. Mary's face was red from anger, and a bit of embarrassment. "That's telling him."
Mary twisted her head to see a young woman approaching her from a doorway. "Huh?" she murmured.
"That's telling the bastard," she repeated a bit more strongly as she came up to Mary.
Mary quickly looked over the stranger. 'She seemed older than herself, by a few years. She carried a wide, pretty smile, had long black kinky hair and a big, full body, covered by a pair of ripped blue jeans and a sheer blouse, through which her dark nipples pointed quite noticeably. The girl paid the exposure of her breasts no mind at all. Mary just stared into the girl's sparkling brown eyes when she stopped next to her. Mary wore at lost little girl look, a familiar look in this part of town.
"That guy," the girl said, pointing to where the car had disappeared down the street. "We have them down here all the time. Rich guys from uptown or out in the suburbs. They're out cheating on their wives and they come down to the Village to pick up young girls for the night ... or an hour or two. Funny, one girl is some other old man's daughter and somebody is fucking his daughter at the same time. It's a funny place, all right. How much did that one offer you?"
Mary was taken aback by this brash girl and her come-on, and yet, she seemed so open and honest.
And her smile was the first really friendly one she had seen all day.
"Thir ... thirty dollars," she finally felt compelled to answer.
"Thirty dollars? That's pretty good for around here. A lot of girls would do it for five or ten." She looked Mary up and down, not without admiration. "Yeah, you're really pretty. No wonder he offered you so much."
Mary blushed and brought her eyes down to the pavement.
"Oh, don't worry," the girl rushed to reassure her. "I'm not a lesbian or nothing, if that's what's bothering you. It's just that I used to do it, you know, with them." She jerked her thumb toward the street and, as if on cue, a car pulled up and beeped its horn, the driver beckoning to the two girls. The girl turned and gave the driver the finger and he sank back into his seat and moved on, stopping up the block to honk at someone else.
"You ... you mean, you were a prostitute?" Mary asked, her eyes widening, somewhat incredulous.
"A girl's got to eat, right?" A wry, kind of sad smile crossed her lips.
Mary nodded half-heartedly, unconvinced.
"You look a little hungry yourself," the girl continued. There was a momentary silence as the girl stared knowingly into Mary's eyes. "You ran away, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Mary asked suspiciously. "Come on. You have nothing to hide from me. I just want to help you. I was a runaway myself."
"You were?"
"Sure. Most of the people here are running away from one thing or another. With me, it was my parents. How about you?"
"Yeah, it was my parents, too," the young blonde answered, allowing herself a brief homesick thought. Then she remembered what it was like at home and the thought faded away.
"Well, if you want to talk about it sometime, we can. Right now, why don't we go get something to eat? I'm famished. I live right over here with some other people," she said, pointing to the doorway she had exited from.
Mary hesitated. The girl was so friendly, too friendly. She felt like there must be some kind of a catch, but it was getting dark and she had nowhere else to go. And she needed a friend.
"Come on ... come on, we don't bite," the girl said, taking Mary's arm and guiding her. Mary relaxed and let hereself be led. "By the way, my name's Jan. What's yours?"
"Mary ... Mary Johnson."
"Pleased to meet you. Don't look so glum. Things will be rough for a while, but you'll survive. We all do."
The two girls walked up the decaying wooden steps of the older apartment building. There were four doors on the ground floor and a stairway-leading up, but the girl went past it and up to the rear apartment door. It was left unlocked, there was little to steal and usually one of the occupants was home, and she opened it, stepping aside to admit Mary with a beckoning wave.
"Welcome to our mansion. You'll have to excuse the mess, our servants are off today," she joked.
"Thank you," Mary said, entering into the large living room. Her spirits were lifting rapidly.
The living room was big and roomy and messy. Two large couches faced each other in the center of the room, with an area rug between them, and straight ahead was a chair and table. There were a couple of mattresses along the wall. There were clothes and beer cans and wine bottles all over the place. Definitely lived in, Mary thought to herself. In fact, there was a guy on one of the couches right now, oblivious to their entrance. Mary could hear the sounds of someone rustling around in the kitchen beyond and she noticed four doors leading off from the living room, each to a bedroom.
"Is that you, Jan?" A girl called out from the kitchen.
"Yeah," she answered, closing the door behind them. "Is dinner almost ready? I brought a guest."
"Oh, yeah? A nice-looking stud, I hope."
"Keep your pants on, Julie. It's a girl."
A young, sweet-looking girl came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the half-apron she wore over her jeans and T-shirt. She extended a hand, her cute face smiling brightly and her well-formed tits bouncing freely and without shame under her thin shirt.
"Hi. I'm Julie," she said as they shook hands softly.
"I'm Mary."
"Nice to meet you. If you're staying for supper, you can come in and earn your keep by setting the table." Her tone was friendly.
"Sure," Mary said, following her into the kitchen.
"I'm going to wash up," Jan called after them. She headed for the bathroom near the front door.
"Are you a runaway?" Julie asked as they began setting the table together.
"Is it that obvious?" Mary laughed.
"Sorta ... You just meet Jan?"
"Yeah."
"She's great, she really is. I was a runaway, myself. Jan took me off the street a year ago and let me stay here. And I never left. She and Zack rent the place."
"Zack?"
"Jan's old man."
"Is he the one...." Mary started to ask, pointing to the living room.
"Huh? Oh, no, that's Phil, Zack's younger brother." Her voice got low and she whispered, winking lewdly. "He's a great fuck."
Mary smiled nervously at Julie's bold remark, wondering what she had gotten into. She was beginning to have second thoughts about leaving home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
All the occupants of the large apartment made it home for dinner. They ate amid pleasant conversation then retired to the living room, leaving the dishes for whenever.
Mary sat on the end of one couch, next to Phil, then Jan. Julie sat on the other couch, between Zack and Bob, a friend of Phil's. The dinner had been nice and Mary felt good in the company of these super friendly people.
"Now, for my surprise," Zack said suddenly. He smiled as he reached under the couch and pulled out a gallon bottle of expensive wine. Everyone cheered, kidding him about holding out on them. He opened the bottle and took a long drink, then passed it to Julie. And everyone took their sips, including Mary. Again and again.
Mary was feeling much more comfortable. The wine tasted great and was giving her a warm glow. And her companions were just fantastic. Obviously, they didn't have much money, but what they did was shared with all, even a stranger off the street. She found out that Jan and Julie worked part-time as waitresses in a coffee house and that Bob and Phil were musicians who played for whatever a passed hat accumulated. And Zack, well she wasn't quite sure, but it seemed he dealt drugs every now and then when they needed the money, though he didn't use them himself.
The bottle emptied slowly and Phil pulled out a couple of joints, which all except Zack and Mary smoked. She had never smoked before and she wasn't quite ready to start. But they were all getting high and giddy from the wine, or dope, or both.
Mary was listening closely as Phil was discussing his music, when she happened to gaze over at the other couch and catch Julie kissing Zack passionately, her hands stroking his thigh. She was startled and she turned back to Jan, who was looking at her and smiling brightly.
"We're all close friends," Jan whispered and Mary nodded knowingly, remembering Tommy and Carol and James.
She looked back to find Julie resting back on the couch, pulling Zack to her. He had a hand on her breast now and was massaging it vigorously. Mary found herself getting excited as she watched them.
"You're really a beautiful chick, you know."
Mary turned to Phil, finding her mouth only inches from his. She blushed slightly and they stared at each other for a long moment. Then, he leaned toward her and she parted her lips to his probing tongue. They kissed excitedly, their mouths, new and fresh to each other, their tongues searching out each other's insides. They were hungry for intimacy. Mary felt Phil's hand slide down to her breast and she sighed deeply, breaking the kiss. He looked at her questioningly as she looked around the room.
Jan was watching the others through half-closed eyes, her hand in her lap. Julie was not topless. She was kissing Bob wantonly and Zack was sucking heavily on her left breast. But what really caught Mary's attention was Julie's hands. The girl's fingers were wrapped around both of the guys' exposed cocks. They were erect and throbbing and she was pumping the engorged flesh with delight. God, it was an arousingly obscene sight but Mary felt a bit self-conscious.
"Could we go inside?" she asked Phil quietly.
"Oh, sure," he answered, kissing her lightly on the cheek and taking her hand as he rose.
Mary could see the thick bulge of his half-hard prick pressing against his pants as he stood up and she was glad he was so excited already. Then, she thought of what Julie had said. He's a good fuck. A good fuck, umm, that sounds great.
They walked into one of the side bedrooms, presumably Phil's, but Mary couldn't resist one last look back from the doorway. Julie's stroking hands were still full of hard dick and now both guys were working on her firm tits. Jan got up and threw her blouse off. She went to the couch as Mary closed the door.
Mary and Phil embraced hungrily as soon as she closed the door. Their lips met roughly and they kissed again, Phil's tongue probing deep inside her mouth. Their hands ran up and down each others' bodies, squeezing here, caressing there. Their loins pressed tightly together and Mary felt his erection growing through the fabric of his pants.
They broke the kiss and she watched him excitedly as he moved away and pulled off his shirt. Mary gasped slightly as he pulled his pants down and his hard cock bobbed free. It looked beautiful to her and she couldn't take her eyes off it. It wasn't particularly long, though a good solid six inches, but it was thick as hell and the huge purple, bulbous head seemed to beckon to her. Her crotch began to heat up but he went and sat on the bed, looking up at her expectantly.
Taking the hint, Mary reached down to grab the bottom of her blouse and whipped it off in one quick motion. Her beautiful hair flew out wildly and her breasts swung free, the nipples already stiff and sensitive. She unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her panties were next and she pulled them down with tantalizing slowness. She bent over and took her sandals and pants off. She stood straight, completely nude, and basked in the glory of Phil's leering gaze. She loved to be nude, and she loved to be looked at nude, the way he looked at her now.
Phil waved to her and she walked over to him.
"You look good enough to eat," he said, looking up into her eyes, then right into her pussy, which was only inches from his face. She moved even closer.
"Oh, Phil," she cried as he circled his arms around her hips to grasp her tight buttocks. She spread her legs in anticipation.
Phil looked up one last time at Mary, a lewd smile on his face. He kissed her mat of silky, curly pubic hair, letting his tongue sneak out to flicker over the smooth skin of her abdomen. His hands roamed over her ass-cheeks, squeezing the pliant flesh. He kissed the tops of her thighs with wet lips.
Mary watched him with eyes clouded over with lust. He brought his hands around in front of her and parted her cunt-lips tenderly. Her cunt was wet and slimy as he put his mouth against it. She groaned out loud as his tongue came out to meet her steamy love box.
"Ohhh," she moaned, putting her hands on his head and running her fingers through his long dark hair. "Eat me, Phil. Suck my pussy."
He needed no further encouragement. He buried his tongue deep into her cunt and began licking the inside walls of flesh, bringing the tangy fluid that he found back to his mouth to be devoured. Her blonde pubic hairs tickled his nose delightfully and he caressed the lips of her pussy with his fingertips. His tongue swirled around inside her, creating a foamy mass of lubricants.
Mary was in heaven. It felt so great. The flickering tongue was driving her wild and his own enthusiasm only heightened hers.
Phil moved his tongue out of her pussy and stuck a finger deep inside in one quick thrust. He was pleased to feel Mary jump at the instrusion and her intake of a deep breath. He spread her lips again and located her little clitoris with a fingertip. The shock was electric to the young girl and she nearly melted to the floor when he began to suck on her love button.
"Oh, God," she whispered huskily. She forced his head into her crotch with strong hands and began humping his face. She was already close to orgasm. The finger was pumping in and out of her pussy as the lips and tongue worked on her clit. Her heart was racing wildly and her body felt as if it were on fire.
"I'm going to come," she wailed. "I'm going to come."
And he wanted her to. He was sucking her clitoris with abandon, while he shoved his finger roughly into her. He savored the sweet young taste of her box as it filled his mouth and his own crotch was aching from need. His hot breath rolled across her body, bringing her to wild heights of pleasure. Harder and harder, he sucked and licked. Faster and faster, his finger moved. He brought a thumb under her cunt and pressed it slightly into her pink, tight asshole. That did it.
"Uhhh," she groaned loudly. Her body stiffened and drove down on him. He moved his mouth from her button and covered her cunt with it as her juices began to flow. He held onto her ass again and swallowed the succulent fluid that enveloped him. Her whole body seemed to convulse and he held on tight, not wanting to lose a single drop of the love potion.
Finally, she went almost limp, relaxing against him. He kept her up and licked her pussy dry, relishing the taste. He looked up at her, his face sticky with her juice, two blonde hairs stuck to his cheek.
"Delicious," he said. For emphasis, he flickered his tongue a couple times over her cunt. It felt like a hot poker inside her.
Mary slid to the floor in front of him, brushing her breasts in his face as she moved. She kissed him full on the lips, tasting herself on them. It was not an unpleasant flavor. Through half-closed eyes, she saw his rock-hard member waving in the air between his outstretched legs. It was red, hot and willing. She smiled at him and gently pushed him back until he was lying on the bed, his legs bent over the edge. From this angle, his cock looked monstrous, waving straight up in the air. She moved between his knees.
Phil laid back and relaxed as Mary fell between his legs. He let out a low sigh as she began kissing his hairy thighs, working her way upward.
Mary cupped his hairy scrotum in her hands, rolling it through her fingers tenderly. They were hot and sweaty to her touch and even seemed to pulsate with the jizz they were manufacturing. She tilted her head low and brought his testicles to her mouth. She lightly kissed each one, then stuck her tongue out and licked back and forth across the puckered flesh, wetting it. Phil groaned and closed his eyes and Mary smiled happily. She grabbed the base of his hard cock and rubbed her nose and cheek against it, loving the feel and the heavy masculine odor of his loins. She licked a path straight up the urine channel until her mouth was right over the tiny piss-hole.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said softly. He could only grunt in reply and thrust his hips upward.
A drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip of his penis and she picked it off with her tongue. She brought it back to her waiting mouth and swallowed gratefully, some of it dribbling onto her chin. It tasted delicious, hot, tangy, sticky. She licked the droppings off her chin obscenely, slobbering noisily but without shame. She was disappointed that his eyes were closed, wanting him to watch her suck him off, but she knew by his body movements and heavy breathing that he was enjoying it.
She held his prick tight at the base with one hand, and gingerly fondled his dangling testicles with the other. She swallowed the purple head of his penis, letting it rest in the damp warmth of her sweet mouth. She filled her mouth with saliva and flicked her tongue over and over the engorged fleshy knob. Taking a deep breath, she slid her mouth downward, letting his cock fill her oral cavity. Her mouth was stretched wide and her cheeks swelled out, crammed with hard dick. Ever so slowly, she raised her head, then brought it down again. His cock twitched and she knew it wouldn't take much for him to come. She tightened her lips around his cock and began to move her head up and down on him faster and faster. Her mouth was filled with cock-tasting saliva and she swallowed again and again the heavy tasting fluid.
"Ohhh," Phil moaned as his cock moved in and out of the girl's hot, wet mouth. He opened his eyes to watch the beautiful blonde's face as she devoured his throbbing organ. She was really beautiful, her lips pulled wide, her cheeks puffed, her nostrils flaring. Little pools of saliva dribbled from her mouth and slid down his cock to wet his pubic hair. "Ohh, suck me, baby. It feels so fucking good."
Mary looked up without missing a beat of her sucking motions. He was watching her now and that just excited her all the more. She gazed deep into his eyes, telling him how much she was enjoying giving him a blow-job, and how much she wanted him to come into her mouth. He smiled knowingly and reached down to caress her silky hair.
Mary began sucking like a woman possessed, moving up and down so fast that her mouth was burning from the friction and everything around her became a blur. The room filled with the sounds of her slurping noisily on his rod and heavy moans of pleasure, both hers and his. She squeezed his balls roughly, digging her nails into the skin and jerked his cock at the base, begging for the orgasm she knew was only moments away. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Come in my mouth, she thought groaning, fill my mouth with your sweet cum.
"I'm coming," he cried. "I'm coming." He squeezed her head roughly and thrust his hips into her. "Ohhhh!"
Mary swallowed his cock deep into her throat, almost gagging, then brought it out until only the swollen knob remained enclosed. She jerked her hand up and down the full, slimy shaft as fast and hard as she could. His cock stiffened even more and his body convulsed on the bed.
Bam! His cock erupted, spewing a great gush of scalding semen into her sucking mouth. She swallowed the sticky fluid quickly as his cock blasted again with another stream. She guzzled it hungrily and was rewarded with another gob of cum almost as big as the first. Her mouth was filled with cock and cum and still he constricted, forcing even more in. She swallowed and swallowed, eagerly consuming the burning jism, letting it slide down her throat and warm her stomach. Her head was spinning in ecstasy and she fought for air through her nose. More and more jizz seeped from his cock and she wondered if it was going to end, not that she was in any rush for it to.
Finally, Phil's hands relaxed on her head and she lifted her mouth to take a deep breath. His cock was still hard and twitching slightly, forming little droplets of come that ran down the shaft. Mary bent to lick them up, her tongue, soft, wet, slippery. She gnawed on the purple knob, slurping up every drop of cum it had to offer with glee. God, it tasted so great. She devoured his prick again, sucking it dry, waiting for it to soften in her mouth. It didn't and Mary was surprised. His cock was as hard as ever. And he had just blasted off in her mouth with a tremendous orgasm. She looked up at him curiously.
He watched her and smiled. It always took at least two orgasms for him to go soft, sometimes even three. "Let's fuck," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mary sat on the end of the couch, sipping a beer. Jan and Julie were working and the guys were out drinking somewhere. She had been living here two weeks now and she was getting restless. Not so much to leave, but to get out and do something and make some money. She was tired of being a freeloader, though the others didn't seem to mind. And she was thinking about that guy in the car who accosted her the first day she was here, wanting to pay her for sex. Thirty dollars! For half an hours work. Why not get paid for it?
And she was thinking about that guy in the car who accosted her the first day she was here, wanting to pay her for sex. Thirty dollars! For half an hour of work. Why not get paid for it?
She drained the beer and dropped the can on the floor. She contemplated getting another one, but decided against it. She would just get high and end up lying around the house all day like she usually did. No, this has gone on long enough, she thought firmly. When in Rome, do as the Romans. Fuck it, she resolved, jumping up.
She went into Jan's room to get some clothes. She decided on a see-through flowered blouse and a pair of white mini-shorts. She slipped into them and put on her sandals, then walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door to check her appearance. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all. She combed out her long, blonde hair and smiled. I just might enjoy this, she reflected.
She walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind her. She went out to the street and stood nonchalantly on the corner. The street wasn't very crowded for this time of day and she was glad of that. She was almost shaking from nervousness, and excitement. She waited on the corner, quite a lovely, mouth-watering sight in the late afternoon sunshine. She was dressed to the minimum and her face and hair looked absolutely gorgeous. It didn't take long for her to be noticed.
A big, green Cadillac pulled to the curb and its horn blared. She turned and walked to the door, making sure that her hips rolled sensuously as she moved. She leaned in slightly.
"Hi," the driver said, grinning nervously. He was about forty-five, fairly handsome, with a full head of dark hair and a well-preserved body. And he wore an expensive, tailored, three-piece suit. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Nothing much."
"Do you want to go for a ride?"
"Maybe...." She was being coy and surprising herself by her emotional control.
"How ... how much?"
"What do you want?" she asked confidently, though she was still nervous and getting weirdly aroused by the obscenity of the situation.
"Well, uh, I don't have much time. I have to get back to the office. How about a blow-job in the car?" He was looking around apprehensively, watching for cops. He had almost gotten arrested a couple of times and was nervous.
"Thirty," she answered. She remembered that Jan had told her that was a lot. She might as well get as much as she could.
"Well, that's a lot of money and ... "He let his voice trail off but his face betrayed the disappointment he felt at the sum she mentioned. She was beautiful though.
"It'll be worth it," Mary said, smiling and licking her lips lewdly. She was starting to get off on it.
That was too much for the old man, watching this beautiful blonde girl licking her lips as if wiping the come up. He knew he could get it for less, but not by anyone as pretty or young. She can't be over sixteen, he decided. And this was taking too much time out in the open to suit him.
"Okay, okay, get in."
Mary did, sitting against the passenger door shaking from nerves and anticipation, and they drove off. The man had obviously done this before because he made a few turns and ended up parking behind a deserted warehouse. There was absolutely no one around and for a second, Mary was frightened but the man was already working on his belt. She stopped him.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked. Jan had taught her a few things about the business.
He frowned but took out his wallet and removed thirty dollars out of what appeared to be a huge wad. You can plenty well afford it, she thought as he handed her the bills. She took the money and put it in her pants pocket, then turned to watch him with interest. Business was over.
The man unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. He seemed to have lost the nervousness he displayed when he picked her up. He lifted his hips off the seat and yanked his boxer shorts and pants down to his knees. He leaned back in the seat and spread his legs wide, obscenely exposing his cock to her. It was long and red, resting soft on his thigh.
"Okay, baby, make it good," he said, pushing his hips up a little to get comfortable.
Well, this is it, she thought. She moved over next to him and pushed her long hair behind her ears, her face was flushed. She bent over slowly, breathing heavily. She was a bit uneasy but aroused beyond her own belief by the pure straightforwardness and degradation of the act she was to perform. It wasn't love, or even casual physical sex. It was a quick, paid-for blow-job. She took a last look around, worried about being caught, then bent out of sight.
It was a real, live, pulsating cock twitching before her, that fact couldn't be denied. And though she was being paid by a perfect stranger to suck it, the truth was she loved cocks, and sex. She grasped the hardening flesh in her tender hand and gently stroked it to full erection. It was hot and hard in her hand, coming alive under her ministrations. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them, then slid them over the tip of his cock and slowly down the shaft. He wasn't particularly big and she had no problem swallowing all of his manhood. She just let it reast inside of her mouth, her lips brushing his dark pubic hair.
"Ohhh, babe, that feels so good," he moaned when she enveloped him.
Mary was happy to hear that. It made the sex more real, more personal. There was a live, feeling person on the end of this cock she was swallowing. It wasn't going to be as plastic and unfeeling as she feared. And his cock tasted great, filling her mouth as it was. At least in her own mind, she was no longer a prostitute for the moment, she was just a horny young girl fulfilling her huge sexual appetite. She was just sucking off another nice dick. And loving it.
Mary sucked her cheeks in and out, filling her mouth with saliva and rubbing the smooth, taut flesh of his cock against her skin. She swallowed the heavy saliva with glee, making loud slurping noises. Her hot, lusty breath blew from her nostrils across his hairy thighs and abdomen. She rested a hand on his pubic mound and gripped the base of his stiff bone with her fingers. She slid her other hand down between his legs and clutched his dangling testicles, rubbing them happily in her palm. They were large, in proportion to his cock, and sperm-laden. She rolled them around in small circles and their heat warmed her hand.
The man moved his hands down and grabbed Mary's head roughly.
"Suck it, girlie,'" he demanded as he wrapped his fingers into her hair and began moving her head up and down slowly on his shaft. Her hot mouth felt great and he let out a low groan.
Mary was only too willing to comply. She let his hands do the work, content to merely let his cock slide in and out of her sopping, wide-open mouth.
She kept her luscious lips tight to the taut skin, feeling the friction of her moving head heat both their bodies. Her crotch was becoming wet from her excitement and any misgivings she might have had were long forgotten.
The man forced her head up and down on his prick with increasing speed as the come built in his loins. He was leaning way back and had a front row seat. The pretty girl's cheeks were puffed way out from his manhood and her eyes were closed tightly, her face a picture of lust. She was really getting off on the blow-job and it surprised him. Most hookers didn't enjoy it much. And it excited him all the more to know that she was becoming aroused. He moved her faster and faster and she stayed right with him, sucking like mad, slobbering all over his crotch, fondling his balls like crazy. And she was moaning like a contented kitten. I'll be damned, he thought. Don't worry, baby, I'll fill your mouth with my cum.
Mary was sucking for all she was worth as he moved her head around his cock. It tasted so good and she had lapped up eagerly every drop of pre-come his cock had offered.
"I'm gonna come soon ... I'm gonna come...."
Mary felt his hands move down to her cheeks. He was pressing them in, rubbing the fleshy insides against his cock. She slurped him mightily, moaning, squeezing his balls. She sneaked a finger down and pressed it against his puckered asshole and he almost jumped through the ceiling.
"Ohhh, I'm coming! Suck me! I'm cominggg!"
He thrust her head down viciously until her lips banged into his pelvic bone and his cock jammed into the entrance to her throat, causing her to pg slightly. It almost choked her as it expanded within her. Then, like a great volcano, his cock constricted violently and spurted a great stream of jizz straight into her throat. She barely had to swallow, the fluid instead flowing right into her throat. Again, he spewed his seed and it sloshed against the roof of her mouth and down into her stomach, warming her. He kept her head in a vise grip on him and she struggled to breathe through her nose as his cock jerked again, not as violently, but deposited more of the precious fluid in her mouth. She sucked and drank it down, savoring the tart and sticky taste.
Finally, he released his grip on her head and she moved upward, keeping the throbbing head inside her lips. She let it lay in her wet and creamy mouth as she squeezed his scrotum firmly, running her fingers up along the shaft, forcing out every last drop. His cock shrunk rapidly and slipped out of her mouth with a soft plop, falling on his thigh, red, swollen, tender. A drip of cum leaked out of the piss-hole and she hurried to retrieve it with her sticky tongue. She rested her head on his thigh gratefully and held his used-up member gently in her hands, only an inch from her mouth. Smiling happily, she stuck out her tongue and ran it around and around his penis, cleaning it and drying it. Her eyes were half-closed and her breath was hot and rapid. Ummm, she murmured to herself, jizz tastes so good.
The old man looked down at her pretty face as she lapped up the last of his jism. God, it had been great. This chick really knew what she was doing and she really seemed to love it. Maybe, I should have charged her, he thought, not without a touch of honesty. It was more exciting to have been able to watch her. He let out a low, satisfied sigh and checked his watch. Well, time to get back to work. It had been a pleasant interlude. He shook Mary by the shoulders, she was still absent-mindedly licking and fondling his cock.
"Okay, come on, I've got to get going."
Mary stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, her eyes foggy with lust. He had roused her from her thoughts. She had completely forgotten where they were and what they were really doing, she had gotten completely lost in the sexual excitement of the act.
She rose quickly from his groin and sat back in her side of the seat, melting into the upholstery. She watched him pull up his pants, then looked around. There was no one to be seen. Thank God, she thought. She wiped her hand over her lips, rubbing off the cum that had dribbled out. And she blushed.
The man started the car and drove off. Mary just stared out the window as he manuvered the few blocks to where he had picked her up. He pulled to the curb and waited, but Mary only gazed at the window, afraid to look at him. "Well?" he finally said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she whispered and opened the door. She got out and lingered a moment, looking at the sidewalk. For some reason she felt that there should be more to it. "Thanks. Bye," she said curtly, shutting the door and walking away. He quickly drove off down the block.
Mary went back to the apartment and took another beer out of the refrigerator. She downed half of it in one long guzzle, mixing it with the taste of jizz still prevalent in her mouth. And it tasted just fine.
Mary wandered around the living room alone. She was happy none of the others were home-it gave her a chance to think. The sex had been great, it always was, but words kept popping into her mind, like, prostitute, whore, hooker, tramp. Was it so bad? she wondered. She suddenly remembered the money, she had forgotten about it. She reached into her pocket and took the thirty dollars, just to suck a cock off. She would have probably done it for nothing. Thirty dollars for ten minutes work. That's $180 an hour. Not bad for a young girl. And she loved doing it, loved having sex, and that was the whole point of it. The hell with what Jan said, I just won't let it fuck up my mind.
She finished the beer and threw the can onto the couch. Let the maid get it, she thought, laughing out loud. Pretty soon I'll be able to afford a maid. She walked out into the street again and went right to the corner, a much more confident girl then she was scant half an hour ago. So what's so bad about being a prostitute? The money's good, the hours are your own, you can work right outside your front door, and it's fun work. A car pulled up and beeped at her. It was a nice, new Continental. She walked over to it, moving her hips, her tits bouncing under her blouse enticingly.
"Hi," the driver said. He was younger than the other man but much heavier and not very good-looking.
Oh, well, maybe he's got a nice cock. The clothes and car said he had money. She leaned far into the side window, thrusting her tits out obscenely.
"What'cha lookin' for?" she said, her pretty face smiling brightly. "Cutie," she added with a wink. Her mouth still tasted of the other man's cum and she was going to make a point of kissing this man with that flavor inside her. The thought excited her.
* * *
Mary ended up fucking two guys in the back seat of their cars and blowing another guy before she headed home. She patted the $110 in her pocket happily. She had let one of the guys talk her down to twenty dollars because he was so good-looking. She was glad she did, since he ended up exposing a magnificent penis. Actually, she probably would have done it with him for nothing under different circumstances, and she wondered why he had to go to a prostitute. A prostitute! It still seemed funny to her to call herself a prostitute, but it was a fact. It didn't bother her so much any more, not with the money in her pocket.
The house was still empty when she got home and she turned on a few lights as it was getting dark. She disrobed, throwing her clothes onto her mattress, and walked nude into the bathroom by the front door. She filled the tub quickly with hot water, then laid down in it. God, it felt good, stretching out like this. She was surprised at how tired she felt. Well, she had gotten a good workout today. A fucking good workout, she thought amusedly. She rested contentedly, recounting happily her sexual escapades of the afternoon. She dozed off with the warm water comforting her body and a smile on her face.
"Mary!" someone shouted, slamming the front door shut and waking her from her reverie.
"In here," she answered, shaking her head to relieve the drowsiness.
The bathroom door flung open and Phil rushed in, a big smile gracing his handsome face.
"Guess what happened today?" he asked excitedly, bending down to kiss her wetly on the lips, then kneeling at the side of the tub. Neither was the least bit uncomfortable about her nakedness.
"You got married," Mary stated, laughing. "No, seriously."
"I don't know, Phil. What?"
"Bob and I went to see that agent today, the one who talked to us last week after our show."
"And?"
"And he wants to take us out to the coast, L.A., and have us cut an album."
Mary's eyes widened. "For real?"
"Yeah, all expenses paid. He wants us to leave in a couple of days. Isn't that great?"
"God, yes. Oh, Phil, I'm so happy for you." She hugged him tightly, getting his face wet with the bathwater. She really was thrilled for him. And Bob. "Where's Bob?"
"Oh, he and Zack went to tell the girls. They'll come with us." He paused. "And we want you to come, too."
Mary stiffened. This was totally unexpected and she really didn't think it was what she wanted. "I couldn't."
"Why not? We can get the money together."
"It's not the money. I just don't think I should
"Well, let's not worry about it now. We all have a few days to talk it over. I'm going to get a beer to start celebrating. He got up. "Do you want one?"
"Of course," she answered as he walked out the door. There'll be some partying the next few days, she thought. I'll miss you all.
CHAPTER NINE
Mary and Jan walked slowly back from the liquor store, their arms laden with packages. It was late in the evening and still warm from the day's hot sun. Tomorrow morning the others were leaving for California and tonight was the good-bye party. For Mary. She was staying in New York and would have to be out of the house almost immediately with the landlord taking possession the next night.
Mary had turned down their offer to join them, fighting against endless prodding and cajoling. They really wanted her to go and it pleased her that they cared for her so much and worried about her. She would miss them terribly-they had all grown so close in such a short time.
"So what are you going to do?" Jan asked.
"Mary hesitated, feeling very close to the older girl. "Oh, I don't know. I'll figure out something."
Jan stopped and took Mary's arm, staring deep into her blue eyes. "You're working, aren't you?"
Mary blushed and avoided Jan's piercing eyes. It was as if the other girl could see right through her. And she felt embarrassed at being found out and letting Jan down. "Well, I ... "
"I know," Jan whispered. "There's not much else you can do, is there? Don't forget, I had to do it myself for a long time just to survive."
Mary looked back up into Jan's sweet brown eyes, a tear welling in her own. She was such a great person, kind, understanding and loving. She felt like she was betraying her by becoming a prostitute, but she was tired of sponging off of them and she felt sure that Jan knew that.
"Just be careful, Mary. Be careful. I know you need to support yourself. We all do." She leaned forward and kissed Mary right on the lips. The kiss was soft, wet, sensuous and loving.
Mary felt like melting into her arms on the spot.
"Thanks, Jan," she said. "I'll miss you terribly."
"We'll all miss you, too." She paused sighing deeply, her face inches from Mary's. "Well, we'd better get going or they'll think we slipped into an alley and drank all the booze ourselves."
"Now, that's an idea," Mary said. They both laughed and headed off down the block.
* * *
The party was in full swing and everyone was as high as hell. Mary sat on one couch between Bob and Phil and they were all drinking and laughing and having a grand old time. The place wouldn't be the same without them.
Phil put his arm on Mary's shoulder and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard, probing her mouth deeply with his tongue. She sucked tenderly on his exploring tongue in response, their lips tight but soft together. He broke the kiss and, as if on cue, Bob turned her head to his and kissed her deeply.
"Mmmm," she murmured into his mouth, pleased at the attention.
Phil unbuttoned her blouse all the way and pulled the halves apart, exposing her small, but well-formed bosom. He brought his head down to her chest as she and Bob continued licking each others' mouths. Phil caught her nipple with his lips and sucked it gently, fondling the soft gland under it all the while. He nipped his way around the swaying melon, finally sucking and nibbling with abandon.
Bob took his mouth from Mary's and gave her a loud smacking kiss. He moved down her face, kissing and licking across her cheek and throat, wetly marking a path to her other naked boob. He found it and began sucking the sweet, fleshy orb with relish, his mouth only inches from Phil's.
Mary lay back, succumbing to their ardent attentions. She let her hands fall into the boys' laps and she suddenly remembered the scene she had watched briefly the first night she was here. And she remembered how much it had excited her. She struggled with both of the zippers at the same time, her hands were in awkward positions, but she finally managed to get. both of them down. She reached in and pulled out the two cocks, already erect and throbbing. They felt so good in her hands, Phil's thick and hot, Bob's a bit longer but not as thick and a little rougher to the touch. She ran her fingers over the engorged flesh of the two penises. She lay back with her eyes close, the two mouths sucking on her tits vigorously and the two hard dicks filling her pumping hands. She wondered if anything could feel much better. She would soon find out.
Jan rose from the floor a bit unsteadily, her mind was high from the booze and her balance wasn't the greatest. She moved between Mary's legs and watched, standing, as Phil and Bob sucked her tits and she jacked them both off. It made a beautiful sight and her eyes fell to Mary's crotch. It's about time I got a taste of that, she thought. She liked Mary a lot and she wanted to prove it to her the best way she knew how. And Mary was such a beautiful-looking girl.
Mary felt hands at the top of her pants and she half-opened her eyes to see what was going on. She was surprised to catch Jan unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down her zipper, exposing her pink panties. She was about to object but the look of love and lust in the girl's eyes deterred her. She lifted her hips off the couch as Jan pulled her pants and panties completely off, tossing them aside. She knelt between Mary's legs, her body trembling in anticipation.
"We'll miss you, honey," she whispered, licking her lips to wet them. And Mary suddenly realized that this was their good-bye party to her. It was their way of saying that they loved her and cared for her.
Jan ran her fingers up Mary's thighs, tickling the flesh. She stroked her full, blonde bush with tender touches, then lightly flickered her hands over the pink pussy lips, already moist and ready. Mary sighed at the touch and Jan looked up and smiled.
"You're so beautiful," she said. "Your pussy is so beautiful, too."
Jan inhaled deeply, then tilted her head far down to brush the pulsating pussy with her full lips. The short, pubic hairs tickled her nose and she giggled. She spread the cuntlips wide apart and pushed her tongue in, savoring the musky taste.
"Ohhh," Mary cried softly at the touch of the wet tongue. She spread her legs open to faciliate the girl's actions. She didn't worry about perversion or lesbianism now, she just let herself go to the wonderful feelings and sensations Jan's tongue was producing inside her pussy.
Julie and Zack were on the other couch, fondling each other's genitals as they watched the scene unfold before them. Mary gazed at them, a contented smile on her face, as they stood up and undressed, then walked over toward her. It was like watching a dream, she was in a sexual heaven.
Julie came around behind the couch and leaned over the back, her shapely tits falling on Mary's shoulder. She took Mary's head in her arms and tilted it toward her smiling face. They stared deep into each others' eyes for a long moment, then Julie kissed her, softly, lovingly. Mary responded immediately, opening her mouth to accept Julie's searching tongue. She sucked on it, pulling it inside her, relishing the sweet, fresh taste of the girl's mouth. It was so much softer than a man's and her face was so smooth rubbing against her own. She forced her tongue into Julie's mouth and together they licked each others' oral cavities, swallowing their mutual saliva. Mary found the sensation quite pleasant, making out with this girl friend of hers. Julie was gentle and loving.
It was amazingly exciting to Mary, all this wild sexual action at once and she felt like she could come at any moment. It was so arousing and stimulating to be ready to come in one girl's mouth, while she tenderly kissed another pretty girl, had her boobs in two guys' mouths and had two hard cocks in her hands. Her body felt like it was on fire and she idly wondered where Zack was, but right then, someone began to run his tongue up and down the legth of her long smooth legs.
"Ohh, Julie," she moaned into her friend's wet mouth. "I'm going to come real soon."
"Good, Mary let it happen."
Jan's tongue was pushing in and out of Mary's hot, red, swollen cunt. She was for all purposes fucking her with her tongue and the blonde's pussy tasted great. Her nose was pressed right up to Mary's erect little clit and she inhaled the feminine odor with delight. Mary began humping her face, pushing hard off the couch, and Jan knew that her orgasm was imminent. She started sucking her box madly, like a vacuum cleaner, swallowing all the juices her actions produced. Come in my mouth, she thought, your pussy tastes so delicious.
Julie ran her fingers through Mary's long blonde hair as they continued kissing, loving the silky feel of the long tresses. She stuck her tongue deep into Mary's mouth and licked the insides of her cheeks and her gums and teeth, breathing hot breaths all the while across her face.
"Ummm," Mary groaned and her body stiffened perceptively. It was time and everyone knew it and began moving that much faster and harder.
Mary's body convulsed and felt like it was burning up in passion and pleasure. She gasped loudly into Julie's mouth as the first wave of orgasm hit her, running through her body like a tidal wave. She banged her cunt into Jan's mouth as the fluids began to flow out of her. She squeezed the cocks in her hands with all her might, almost hurting them. She moaned and moaned loudly. Again and again her body jumped in great constrictions but everyone stayed with her, never losing their grips on whatever orifice they were working on. She felt like she would come forever and it would be a great way to spend the rest of her life.
Jan clutched Mary's firm ass-cheeks tightly as they bounced on the edge of the couch. She sucked and sucked the juices from her vagina, it was like a river of sexual fluids that flowed unending into her waiting mouth. The jism rolled down her throat, warming her and filling her insides with the tangy taste. She breathed hard into the pussy, vibrating the red meat and bringing Mary to delirium.
Mary's body stopped trembling and everyone relaxed a bit. Julie buried her head on Mary's shoulder and hugged her tightly. Bob and Phil sat up, leaving her tits red and tender from their oral manipulations, but Mary didn't loosen her grip on their stiff cocks.
Jan stayed on her knees between Mary's legs, her mouth still, on her pussy. She wasn't through yet by any means. She stuck her tongue out and retrieved the dribbles of pussy-juice that still flowed from the swollen, steamy vagina. And she didn't stop there. She bent her head lower still and licked a sloppy, sticky trail from Mary's pussy to her asshole. She kissed the cheeks wetly, then spread them apart with her tender fingers. She located the puckered hole with her tongue and Mary twitched, stimulated. Jan was breathing hot, horny, excited breaths of air over the blonde's genitals, beside herself with arousal at what she was doing. God, she was loving it. She kissed around the dark hole, then pushed her tongue slightly inside. The taste was tart and musky but it was delicious to her all the same. She moaned as Mary wrapped her legs around her head and crossed them behind her, the smooth flesh of her young thighs rubbing her face.
"Ohh, Jan," Mary whimpered. "Ohh, Goddd."
"Oh, Mary," Jan purred, kissing the dark furrow. She took a breath and forced her tongue deep inside the tight hole, straining to get it buried further. And Mary pressed downward to assist her.
Phil took Mary's hand from his cock and she released her grip on Bob. Phil stood up and removed his clothes, his thick cock standing straight out in the air, waving lewdly. He moved over Jan's kneeling body and straddled Mary's belly, leaning forward. His throbbing organ brushed her cheek sensually.
Mary reached up and took hold of the base of his dancing bone. She began rubbing it obscenely all over her face, kissing it when it came in front of her lips. Small drops of pre-cum leaked out and stuck to her skin, heating the flesh and making it sticky. She didn't mind at all, but licked up a drop or two near her mouth. She brought the purple head to her mouth and kissed it gently. She opened her mouth wide and took the bulbous head inside, sucking it softly with great, noisy slurps. Phil looked down at her, breathing heavily. He was much too close to coming to want to take things very slowly.
"Suck it, Mary. I'm so fucking hot!"
He pushed his dick into her with a strong thrust and she consumed him eagerly, letting his fleshy dong cram her mouth. He stayed like that a moment and she reached around to cup his buttocks, kneading the muscles. She used his ass as a handle and began to pull him back and forth, his prick sliding in and out of her wet mouth with ease.
"Oh, that feels great," he said huskily, resting his hands on the top of her head and letting her blow him. Her mouth was slimy and hot with saliva and it made a perfect channel for his soon-to-be erupting cock.
Phil stared down at Mary's bloated face as she pulled him. in and out of her mouth, hungrily devouring his cock. Her lips were stretched tightly on his cock, glistening wetly. His sperm-laden balls slapped repeatedly against her chin, bringing him to the brink. It was so damn exciting to watch her and feel her at the same time.
"I'm coming, Mary," he yelled. "Ohhh, suck it! I'm coming!"
Mary squeezed his buttocks, pulling him harder and faster into her sweet mouth, straining her arms. She sucked noisily on his prick with all the might her swollen cheeks could muster. She wanted his sweet, white sperm to fill her.
"Ohhh, Mary," he groaned. "Ohhhh!"
His cock spasmed mightily, then jerked and spurted a great gob of jizz into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it quickly and prepared herself for the rest that she knew was coming. It had a delicious flavor. Phil jerked his cock out of her mouth with a loud pop and began pumping it into her face with his own hand.
She was surprised, but breathing heavily with lust and she watched him with glowing interest, her hands rubbing his rectum gingerly. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as his cock shot another big load onto her nose and upper lip, then another across her cheek. He pushed his red prick against her chin and finished dribbling out his cum all over her, some of it dropping down onto her breasts.
Mary snuggled down onto Jan's tongue as Phil blasted her face with jizz. The fluid was hot and sticky and rolled across her face in little streams. She lapped up, like a contented kitten, what dribbled by her mouth, then reached around to hold his cock in her mouth and drain it dry. She felt like she was drowning in cum and already it was drying to her face, tightening the skin. It felt pretty good and the very air seemed to smell of sperm. She kissed Phil's cock, hard as usual, and a long string of jizz stretched from her lips and she sucked it up smiling.
Phil patted her head and smiled through the sexual haze that clouded the room. He rolled off her and she watched as he, Bob and Julie moved to the other couch. Bob lay down on one end and Julie got on all-fours between his outstretched legs, grabbing his cock and starting to suck it. Her ass waved high in the air and Phil got behind her, his hard dick in hand. He spread her cheeks wide and positioned himself. Then, he pushed into her puckered asshole with one long slow thrust. Julie jumped forward at the exciting intrusion and swallowed every inch of Bob's long cock.
Zack went over Jan, pausing a moment to watch her fervent tonguing of Mary's asshole. She was something else, a great chick.
Mary watched Julie servicing of the two guys until Zack moved in front of her, blocking her view. His big dick bobbed in the air as he moved over Jan and took Phil's place, kneeling in front of her. She caught his hard meat in her hand and shoved it deep into her slimy mouth, this was no time for pleasantries. She started stucking hard on the tasty tool, flickering her tongue around and around the swollen head of his member. It was so stimulating to be sucking one cock with the cum of another still in her mouth. And Jan was still electrifying her body with her constantly moving tongue.
Zack leered as he knelt in front of Mary and she gobbled up his penis in a second. Damn, what an arousing sight she made. A beautiful, blonde, fifteen-year-old, her mouth full of his prick and her face covered with cum and sweat.
"You're beautiful, Mary."
"Ummm...." she grunted in reply, swallowing his cock right down to the pubic hairs.
* * *
The party went on non-stop until early morning. The room smelled of cum and pussy-juice, reeking of sex and alcohol. And there had been plenty of both. Mary had been the center of attraction and she felt it now, sitting on a mattress, nude and ravaged. She had sucked off Phil, Bob and Zack and had fucked Phil twice and Bob once. And Jan had sucked her tender asshole for what seemed like hours, and probably was. Her stomach and mouth and pussy were filled to the brim with cum and her whole body tingled with fulfillment. But there was one last thing she wanted to do, needed to do. She took a last sip of wine, emptying the bottle. Her head was in for a fog from the alcohol, sex, late hour and her sudden plans.
Bob, Phil and Julie had gone to bed a while ago, stumbling and barely making it into the room before they passed out. And Zack was half-dead on one of the couches. Mary and Jan, who had just gone to the bathroom, had sat up talking for some time now, feeling closer than ever.
Jan came out of the bathroom unashamedly naked, her big tits bouncing freely and the dark vee between her legs enticingly exposed. Mary had found herself staring at Jan's pussy many times while they talked and the sight had caused a terrible itching in her own box.
"I guess I'm about ready to nod out, too," Jan said, moving toward the unoccupied couch.
"Jan?"
She stopped and turned around, a hopeful look on her pretty face. "Yes, Mary?"
"Stay with me," Mary whispered.
Jan walked over and knelt down beside her, one full tit brushing Mary's arm. "Are you sure?"
"Ohh, God, yes!" Mary cried, putting her arms around Jan and pulling them both down on the mattress. She wanted it so badly, she couldn't deny her needs any longer. She felt so close to Jan.
"Oh, Mary," Jan purred softly as their lips met and their bodies clung together side-by-side.
They kissed hungrily, the burning need building rapidly between them. Their mouths were hard to each other, their tongues flickering madly. Mary forced her tongue into Jan's sweet, wet mouth and licked every inch of her she could reach. She lapped up the saliva tasting, semen, alcohol and, yes, even the taste of her own asshole and cunt. It was a wildly exciting mixture. She tickled her gums and teeth with exploring tongue, wanting to taste every part of her sweet body.
Mary pushed Jan gently over onto her back and climbed on top of her, never breaking their lust-filled kiss. Their breasts mashed together delightfully, and they moaned in unison into each others' mouths at the feel of their bosoms rolling together. Mary rubbed her tits around on Jan's huge globes, loving the feel of her jiggling flesh. She rotated her hips, causing their pubes to seem to melt together in heated glory.
"Ohh, Jan," Mary said, high with pleasure. She kissed her once more, smacking loudly full on her lips. "You taste so delicious."
Jan smiled widely back at her as Mary began sliding down her womanly body. Mary kissed a wet path over her chin and neck, relishing the smooth, hairless flesh that greeted her searching lips. She stopped with her face over Jan's heaving chest and cupped a breast in her hand. She lifted it to her mouth and licked the big dark-brown nipple to erection. God, her tits were so big and nice and soft, she thought. Why did she wait so long? She buried her face between Jan's boobs and rolled the fleshy orbs on either side of her face, licking the smooth skin all the while. She tried to take each tit into her mouth all the way but they were too big, so she had to settle for about three-quarters. At that, her mouth was stuffed with tit, and she sucked and sucked on the succulent flesh, loving it for the first time. She began to nibble on one of Jan's nipples and she groaned loudly.
"Bite me," Jan said.
And Mary did, lightly, hesitantly.
"Harder," Jan demanded softly.
She obviously knew what she wanted and Mary bit hard, breaking the skin. Jan wiggled in excitement under her. Mary bit her again, harder, causing Jan to moan out loud and jiggle her tits happily. Mary nipped and gnawed all over Jan's quivering tits, causing happy pain, then hurrying to soothe the sore flesh by lapping at it tenderly. And Jan loved every second of it.
Mary moved downward, leaving Jan's tits a mass of bruises and teeth-marks. She licked across her belly and abdomen, finally settling between her legs, Jan's hairy pussy staring her in the face. She looked up to see the older girl gazing happily at her, her hands busily fondling her own sore bosom.
"Eat me, Mary," she whispered, her face contorted in anticipation but lovely just the same. "Please, suck my pussy."
Mary could resist the urge no longer. So what if it was a girl? She cared for her and loved her. Now was the time, and this was the way, to show her.
Mary placed her fingers on the streaming pussy in front of her and spread the hot lips apart. The red, pulsating meat seemed to beckon to her and she dropped her head to taste a cunt for the first time. She inhaled deeply and the feminine odor surrounded her. She stuck her tongue out and tentatively licked the moist flesh of Jan's insides, bringing the taste back to her hungry mouth. Jan stiffened in pleasure at the first touch of Mary's tongue and pushed her hips upward expectantly. Mary smiled at her reaction and swallowed the fluid. Umm, not bad, not bad at all, she thought. It was a bit like tasting herself. Jan spread her legs wide and her pussy gaped wide open.
Mary stuck her tongue out again, but this time began licking in earnest. She ran her tongue up and down along the lips of Jan's cunt. She pushed it way inside and brought it back to taste the fluids her melting pot offered. Again and again, she forced her tongue inside. It tasted so fucking good, Mary hadn't known what she was missing. She located Jan's clit with her tongue and slobbered over it like a starved woman, which in a way she was.
"Oh, Mary, it feels so fucking good."
It was music to Mary's ears, her obscene declaration. Mary slipped her hands under Jan and grasped her slim ass-cheeks and fondled them with her fingertips. She pulled her up to her mouth by her rump and started sucking her pussy with all her might, the dark, curly pubic hairs tickling her nose.
Jan wrapped her legs around Mary's head and squeezed them together. She reached down and fondled her long, blonde hair, stroking her temples and forcing her head harder onto her pussy at the same time. She was going to come any second and she was disappointed because she wanted to savor the experience, but there was no way she could slow down now.
"Mary?"
Mary lifted her head for a second at the sound of her voice. Her face was sopping wet with sticky cunt-juice and here and there a brown pubic hair adhered to her face. She was breathing huskily from the excitement of performing the act.
"Mary, stick a finger up my ass, please," Jan murmured. "I'm going to come soon, real soon."
"I want you to," Mary answered honestly.
She bent her head again and covered her pussy with her mouth, sucking and licking the flesh with a vengeance. She spread Jan's ass-cheeks and rubbed the orifice with her cunt-juice-stained hands, making the opening wet. She pushed the middle finger of her left hand into the hole and was amazed at how easily it slid up inside her, right down to the knuckle. Jan jumped up in the air and settled back down happily, rotating her hips.
"Two," she whispered, almost inaudibly.
Mary sucked away on the pussy but forced the index finger into Jan's bum-hole. She couldn't get over how big the girl's asshole was. She pushed a third finger in, stretching the taut skin and bunching the fingers together to form a mock-penis. Jan cried in pleasure.
Mary wanted to bring her friend to an orgasm. She pressed her mouth hard against Jan's pussy, slobbering like crazy and she pumped her fingers in and out of the girl's split asshole. Faster and faster, her hand moved, up and up as far as it could go. Harder and harder, she sucked.
Jan was ready. She rocked her hips all over the bed, bucking up and down on the finger and sliding her pussy around Mary's mouth.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Mary jammed her fingers into Jan's asshole and she almost jumped clear off the bed, but Mary held on. Her body convulsed, shooting a wave of pussy-juice into Mary's waiting mouth. The strong muscle of her bum-hole seemed to suck Mary's fingers inside as it squeezed again and again. Mary lapped up all the tangy juices Jan had to offer with glee, savoring the flavor. Some of it dribbled down her chin and she hurried to lick it up.
Jan finally collapsed on the bed, motionless, her body twitching, her chest heaving, gasping for breath.
Mary tried to pull her fingers from the girl's rectum, but it was unbelievably tight now and Jan groaned out in pain, so she stopped and left them inside. The room was spinning and she lowered her face to Jan's pubic mound. She thought of her friend Carol and she felt bad, she hadn't known. But that was in the past, nothing she could do about it now. She licked her lips and tasted the warm juice. Ummm. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, content.
CHAPTER TEN
Mary lounged around in her bathrobe, sitting on an old, overstuffed easy chair, sipping on a glass of wine. She was living in a run-down hotel since the others left, that being about two weeks ago. She'd gone out rarely, there were so many weirdos around, hassling and grabbing her, guys spaced out on drugs, and she was almost sorry she didn't go with them to the West Coast.
Her savings were gone, spent on rent, food and plenty of booze, and she would have to go out on the street today and pick up a few bucks. Not that she minded very much, she was getting pretty horny, herself. She had had sex only once since Jan and the rest left, taking a chance on some older guy down the hall. It turned out to be a total flop, wham-bam-thank you-ma'am and he rolled over and went to sleep. She barely had time to get wet and ended up masturbating as he slept beside her.
She got up slowly, a bit unsteadily from having spent a good part of the day drinking, and walked over to the tiny window that looked out over the city. New York looked awful dingy in the bright sunset, a city waiting to come alive after dark. She drained her glass and refilled it from the bottle on the nightstand. She gazed out the window, reflecting.
She was drinking too much, way too much. She was staying home and masturbating at least twice a day, sometimes using her fingers, sometimes a banana or beer bottle or anything else that was a handy dildo. She was beginning to worry, she couldn't seem to satisfy the burning itch between her legs. And she was terribly lonely. Maybe if she hadn't met Jan that first day, she might have killed herself by now. But Jan had given her the strength and will to go on. She knew that somewhere out there was another Jan or Phil, someone kind, loving. She knew that she would meet someone to love and that thought kept her going.
Mary guzzled the last of the wine and walked into the small kitchenette to put the empty glass in the sink. She went into the bedroom and threw off her bathrobe, not bothering to close the curtains facing another hotel. Nude, she bent to the bureau and selected a suitable outfit. She put on a tiny, pink halter top and a pair of super tight bluejeans, that had the slogan MAKE LOVE NOT WAR stitched onto the seat. She had bought them one day when shopping with Jan because she liked the way the words bounced around on her ass when she walked. Besides, it didn't hurt to advertise when she was working.
Grabbing her room key, she headed for the door. She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. Her body and hair still looked great, but that face and those eyes, sad and slightly bloodshot. Cheer up, she told herself, things could be worse. And from where she looked, things could only get better. She forced a weak smile and exited, locking the door behind her.
Out on the street, she headed for her usual corner, only two blocks from the hotel. She stood on it nonchalantly, facing away from the street and gazing sadly at the apartment house in which she used to live and of which she had such fond memories.
An older model Ford pulled to the curb behind her and the driver honked at her.
Mary turned and was surprised. The car was much older than she had expected and the driver much younger. Well, Ins money is as good as anyone else's. She walked over, wiggling her hips.
"Looking for some action?" she said as she leaned into the open window. Her right tit almost fell out of the halter top as she leaned in, both nipples exposed by her bent position.
"Could be," the man said. He couldn't have been more than thirty and was handsome in a straight sort of way with his short hair and tailored suit. "How much?"
"Thirty dollars," she stated, wearing the same vacant smile but her pussy was beginning to twitch.
The man hesitated a moment. "Okay. Get in."
She did and he pulled the car up a few blocks and turned into a deserted alley behind what appeared to be an abandoned van. He handed her the money and pulled down his pants as she put it in her pocket.
"Okay, honey, suck on it a while," he said as his fat dick plopped out onto his thigh. It was big.
Mary moved over next to him and licked her lips. His cock looked delicked her lips. His cock looked delicious. She sighed deeply and bent her head, grabbing his penis with her soft lips and swalling the hardening flesh in one noisy gulp. She slobbered her tongue around the swollen knob as it quivered in her mouth, rising to full erection. She moaned in pleasure and began to suck him off.
Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the hair and yanked her mouth off of his cock. Mary's lips smacked loudly together in surprise. She looked at him in amazement.
"You're under arrest, baby," he said, pulling a badge out from under the dashboard.
Before Mary even had time to realize what was happening, two more cops jumped out of the van, one a female, and came to the side of the car. They pulled her out, handcuffed her and read her her rights. It all happened so fast. One minute she was blowing this guy, the next she was in a paddy wagon heading downtown.
* * *
The old matron escorted Mary down the hall of the city jail. She had been fingerprinted, had pictures taken and was assigned a number. Mary had figured it was useless to lie, so she had given her correct name and age. The sergeant had raised his eyebrows. Another teenage runaway, he had said, working on the streets. What was this world coming to? But he didn't know what Mary had left behind, so who was he to judge her?
The most embarassing moment had occurred when they took her into a room and made her strip before two of the guards. She was made to bend over and spread her ass-cheeks while one of them probed her insides, ass and pussy, with a rubber-covered finger. She was sure the woman was getting off on it and had blushed terribly. At least, they had given her back her own clothes and not some prison outfit. But they did take her comb and room key.
"In here," the matron barked, stopping at an open-barred cell. She guided her in roughly, closing the door behind her and moving off.
Mary clung to the door and looked around at the angry faces that greeted her. There were four black girls in the cell, all dressed in the garb of street hookers, thin tops, hot pants and boots. They stared at her, unfriendly.
One of them finally got up and walked over to Mary. She stiffened noticeably.
"Well, lookee here," she said to her friends, her eyes running up and down Mary's firm, young body with lust. "White girls do it, too."
The others laughed loudly and Mary pressed back against the bars. She didn't like this, not one bit. She stifled a desire to yell for the guard, feeling foolish. They wouldn't do anything to her, not in jail.
The black girl put her arm around Mary's shoulder and she drew away. The others got up and crowded around them.
"Don't be afraid, honey," she said, touching her again. "We're not going to hurt you." The black girl was young and pretty with a fantastically well-formed body, but Mary didn't think about that now. "You are a pretty one," she continued, running her fingers through Mary's silky hair. "You like boys, huh? I'll bet you like girls, too."
Mary flushed and tried to back away but they were all over her now. "Look, I ... I...."
"I told you we weren't going to hurt you." She looked deep into Mary's blue eyes and slid a hand down to grab her tit. "You ever suck black pussy?"
"Hey," Mary yelled. "Let go of me."
"Sure, honey, sure." She signalled to the other girls and they grabbed Mary tight pulling her to the ground. She struggled mightily but was no match for them. One of the girls covered her mouth and she tried to scream in vain.
Mary watched through wide, scared eyes as the black girl looked up and down the hall, then yanked her pants off, exposing her dark, hairy pussy. She was helpless, held down by the other three girls, but she fought to no avail. The girl covering her mouth put a knife to Mary's throat and removed her hands.
"One sound and you're dead," she whispered and Mary almost cried in fear. She had no doubt the girl would do it.
The first girl stood with one foot on either side of Mary's head and slowly descended. She was smiling.
"Make it good, white girl," she said, lowering her pussy onto her mouth. "It'd better be good."
Mary let the pussy fall onto her mouth and tried to breathe around it, she felt like she was suffocating. Her mouth stayed shut and she inhaled the pussy odor with distaste, not that she didn't like the aroma, it was just the way it was happening. The girl rubbed her cunt around Mary's face impatiently.
"Suck it, honky. Open your mouth and lick a nigger's snatch." For emphasis, the other girl pressed the knife tight to her throat.
Mary had no choice. She opened her mouth and began to lick the red meat of the black girl's pussy. The taste was stronger than Jan's had been and flavored with old jizz. She pushed her tongue in and out and lapped up the juices.
"Ummm, much better, umm," the black girl moaned and rotated her hips. "It don't taste bad now, does it?"
Mary hated herself for agreeing with the girl, but it didn't taste bad. She was becoming excited against her will. Her own pussy was heating up as she licked and sucked this girl. The dark pubic hairs tickled her nose and the girl's asshole rested on her soft chin. My God, she thought, I'm getting excited as hell. What's wrong with me? She couldn't stop the rising wave of stimulation within her. Her body relaxed against the restraints of the others and she licked the girl's pussy with a need of her own.
Mary's relaxed stance was immediately evident to the others. The black girl on her face pushed down and smiled around her. "She really digs this," she said. "Let her arms go."
They did and Mary cupped the girl's firm buttocks, squeezing them tightly. Her arms moved with a power of their own over which Mary's brain had no control. Her sexual being had taken over. She wanted only to devour hungrily the cunt before her. Her mind was in a haze and she couldn't make sense of what the black girls were saying around her.
"I'm getting in on this," one of them said, grabbing a hand from the girl's ass and shoving it down her open pants.
"Me, too," said another, taking Mary's other hand and placing it on her twat.
The fourth girl took the knife from Mary's throat and sat back to watch this unbelievable scene. The blade was definitely not needed.
Mary was beyond comprehension. Her mouth sucked vigorously on the cunt in her mouth, suctioning out the juices with great relish and devouring them. Her arms were stretched wide and her fingers were busy fondling the two pussies, making them wet and sticky with her fervent caresses. She moaned out loud, vibrating the box in her mouth. God, it feels so good, so good. Her moans and loud slurping noises filled the room.
"Hey, somebody's coming," the girl with the knife suddenly cried out.
The two girls pushed Mary's hands away and closed their pants quickly but the other girl was too slow getting up.
"Hey! What the hell is going on here?" The matron hurried to open the locked door. By the time she got in, the girl was off of Mary and in a corner, nude from the waist down and trying to slide her pants on. "What the fuck?"
But it was evident what was going on. Mary was still on the floor, her eyes cloudy with lust. She sat up and her halter top slipped off to fall on her lap, having been loosened in the original struggle. Her face was covered with sticky, white jism and peppered with dark, curly pubic hairs. Her hands were sticky with pussy-juice and she was breathing heavily, her now-naked breasts heaving. She looked around, wondering what was going on. The black girl was now dressed.
"You lousy lezzie!" the guard screamed and slapped her hard across the face, stinging the flesh and waking her from her reverie. "What do you think this is, a fucking whorehouse? I oughta kick the shit out of you and leave you here for a month or two."
The black girls were standing in the back of the cell and watching with detached interest.
The matron pulled Mary by her hair and yanked her to her feet. She was enormously strong for a woman and Mary felt like her hair was being pulled out. The guard looked at her with obvious disgust and Mary melted.
"Put your fucking boobs avvay and wipe your stinkin' mouth off. Somebody's paid your bail, though God only knows why," she said and moved to wait outside the cell. "Cunt," she spat.
Mary kept her eyes glued-to the floor as she fixed her halter top and wiped her face and mouth. She walked out like a zombie, ashamed beyond belief. The matron pushed her down the hall and turned her over to another guard, who in turn brought her into a small room and left her there, advising her to stop at the desk and pick up her belongings. She sat down. Alone.
"Hello, Mary," a soft voice called out as the door opened.
Mary turned to see her mother. They stared at each other for a long time, then rushed into each other's arms, crying openly.
