"Gee, Mary, I'm going to miss you," the pert little blonde-haired girl said to the other blonde-haired girl, who was getting into her parents' car, about to be taken to the hotel where she would join all the other kids who were going to summer camp.
"I'm going to miss you, too, Jo-Ann," the chunkier girl said. "But my parents signed me up for camp, and there's not much I can do about it. I'll see you at the end of August, though."
"Sure thing," the prettier, more slender young girl nodded, and stood there as Mary was driven off in an old, gold Plymouth Valiant.
She was going to miss Mary, but somehow the prospect of just running around the block with the other girl and her older sister, or playing hopscotch, skip-rope, or any of the dozen other games they had played for the past seven years just didn't seem to appeal to Jo-Ann Carlton any longer. She was getting older, now. Her body, which had been straight as a board, was first beginning to develop curves. Granted, they weren't deep curves, and the roundness of her hips was far from accented, just as her breasts were only now starting to push against her white-and-yellow-striped polo shirt. Her dark-blonde hair would shortly be bleached a brilliant gold as the summer progressed, and her skin would turn to a rich tan.
Though no longer a pre-teen, Jo-Ann was still too young to appreciate the fact that she had an astonishingly beautiful face. Her eyebrows naturally arched upward at the outer ends, and her wide blue eyes also had the littlest bit of a slant, though there was no Oriental blood in her. Her nose was short, pert, and only slightly turned up at the tip, and she had a heart-shaped pair of lips that appeared as if aching to be kissed, even though no one had ever done so. At the moment her gold hair was pulled back into a pony tail, the end of which almost touched her waist.
Suddenly there seemed to be more to life than kids' games, and Jo-Ann, standing abandoned on the street corner, wondered just what more there was. She was growing up, and she wondered if grown-ups really ever had any fun. She had often asked her mother about it, but her mother was a hard worker, as was her father. Both left the house at seven in the morning and didn't return until five. It was up to Jo-Ann to get dinner for the family, which usually consisted of either putting a chicken in a pot, or making steak or lamb chops, along with frozen string beans, peas, or carrots. But she had plenty of time before having to make dinner.
Her hand touched the metal key in her white shorts, the key to her front door. She always locked the door when she left the house. Her parents had ingrained in her the necessity to do so.
Now she walked along, scuffing her sandals on the sidewalk, feeling lonely as the July sun began beating down on her. It was going to be a nice day, not too hot, not too humid. There would be no need for air-conditioning.
As she passed the large corner house with the chain link fence, a dog on the other side came rushing up to her, panting and standing on its hind paws. The dog's name was Pretty, and she looked like a half-grown German Shepherd, all black and tan. The truth was, she was a mongrel and would never grow any larger, but she had managed to retain a Shepherd's features.
"Hi, Pretty," Jo-Ann smiled. "Are you lonely, too?"
The dog squealed in reply, and Jo-Ann wondered if Pretty's owner would allow her to come into the yard and play with the dog. He had permitted her to do so in the past.
Jo-Ann liked Pretty's owner. He was an "old" man by her standards, maybe even as old as her father, who was in his mid-thirties. He was tall, slim, with naturally dark skin and black, shiny hair which he combed to the side, letting it curve over his forehead a little to create the impression he had more hair. Over the years he had treated other kids on the block to ice cream, along with Jo-Ann, usually when he was out walking Pretty. He usually bought a small cup of ice cream for the dog, as well, and Pretty had enough German Shepherd in her to sloppily splash much of it on the curb while licking it from the plastic cup.
No matter how mature Jo-Ann felt she was, she still liked playing with the dog. Since there was no one else around, she felt it might be a good idea if she asked the owner's permission to play with Pretty in the yard.
The front door was open, and the screen door was unlocked. Jo-Ann had been here many times before, and like other kids in the neighborhood, didn't bother ringing the doorbell or knocking. She opened the white screen door silently, noting the dog was at the far end of the yard, chewing on a bone at the moment, and she entered the house. She wanted to call out, but she realized, in all the years she had been living here, she had never learned the man's name.
She walked up a half-flight of steps to the kitchen, then heard sounds coming from further upstairs, to her right. Silently, she trod on the carpeted steps, going up to the master bedroom, which seemed to be the second door on the left. The innocent young girl was about to call out when she heard a female voice say, "Who says adults can't have fun?"
It was almost as if the woman in the room was able to read Jo-Ann's mind, and curious, the blonde-haired nymphet moved closer to the bedroom, her feet noiseless on the thick carpeting. The bedroom door was open, and sure enough, there was the man, at the moment wearing a t-shirt and slacks, sitting on a chair in the right corner of the bedroom, and across the room from him, on the other side of the huge king-sized bed, stood a redheaded woman. Jo-Ann had seen the redheaded woman before. She was Susan King, the daughter of Fred King, the restaurateur who lived across the street. Susan still looked like a little girl herself, though she was already in college, and Jo-Ann had always looked at the redhead with awe, wondering if she would ever grow up to be as lovely as the older woman. Susan was a well-developed woman, her white blouse poking way out in front of her, attesting to her well-developed breasts. The shorts she was wearing hugged her rounded hips tightly, and from the way the man was looking at Susan it was obvious he was aware of nothing else.
Jo-Ann had no idea there was any kind of friendship between Susan and the man. She had never seen the two of them together before, though it was obvious Susan wasn't the kind of girl who lacked for male companionship. Still, Jo-Ann had always thought of the man as living alone, save for the dog, living a quite life, having nothing to do with women, especially since he wasn't married.
Jo-Ann knew she was intruding, looking in on something that wasn't her business, but she remained rooted to the spot outside the doorway, only one eye peering in. After all, Susan had said something about adults having fun, and Jo-Ann wanted to discover just what kind of fun adults had.
"You really shouldn't be here," the man was saying, perspiring somewhat as he stared at Susan, who was sipping a drink.
"Now come on, Hank," the redhead smiled, swirling her drink in her glass. "You know damn well you like me and you've wanted to get into my pants for the longest time."
Now why would Hank, the man, want to get into Susan's pants?
Jo-Ann was unable to understand what was in a woman's pants that might fascinate any man. Silently she stood there, watching, determined to learn just how a man and a woman had fun together.
Hank stood, and the drink he was holding spilled on him.
"Shame, shame," Susan teased, and she turned around and went to the folding doors of his closet. Opening them, she took out a thick robe and tossed it to him, saying, "Here, put this on."
Hank caught the robe, pulled off his t-shirt, put the robe one, then turned his back and slipped out of his shorts. He dropped everything on the back of the chair in which he had previously been sitting, then picked up his drink from the walnut-stained armoire and sat again.
Jo-Ann noticed the blouse Susan was wearing was cut very low, even for a summer blouse, exposing the white tops of her breasts. She wondered why the lovely redhead, with hair fluffed out wing-like on either side, was trying to be obvious. Still, it was better to remain silent and watch. There was more to be learned from allowing the couple to proceed without knowing she was there.
Susan wrinkled her upturned nose and took off her rimless glasses, making her look even younger as she giggled. It was plain Hank had an erection under the robe. It was making the lower part of the robe stand up like a tent.
Jo-Ann hadn't missed it, either. But Jo-Ann was an extremely innocent girl, never having been told the facts of life by her parents, and as a result, she had no idea why the bulge was there, between the man's thighs.
"Your glass is empty," Susan told him, walking over to him, momentarily blocking Jo-Ann's view of the man. She sat on the corner of the bed, curling her feet kittenishly under her, handing the remnants of her own drink to Hank. Then she took the glass back and sipped from it, looking at him with her wide blue eyes staring over the rim.
'Christ! She's just a college kid!' Hank thought. 'Maybe she has hot pants, but I'm almost old enough to be her father. I must be seven different kinds of a shmuck to let her come here so early in the morning. I must be a really big jerk to fall for the crap about her being locked out of her house because her parents had gone off to run the restaurant.'
He was still unsure of how she had conned him into making them scotch and soda, and then teasing him into showing her his bachelor bedroom.
"You look tired," Susan was saying.
"That's because I slept poorly last night," he told her.
"You need a rest. What do you do for a living" Susan wanted to know.
"I'm an outside salesman for an aluminum company," he replied. "At the moment I have a month off and I'm trying to just relax around the house."
"How can any man relax without a woman?" Susan asked, standing again.
"If I weren't so tired, you'd be sorry you were teasing me," Hank told her as she somehow maneuvered herself between the back of the chair and the desk in the corner. Her soft, slender fingers began massaging the back of the man's neck, smoothly working with a practiced expertise, enticing him. Her talented hands seemed to be saying it all. Words were unnecessary. The redhead wanted him! Susan already felt the taut masculine urgency tightening the cords of muscle in the man's neck. She understood how hard he was struggling to keep himself under control, but she was equally aware it was a losing battle. Though the man was a bachelor it was well-known he enjoyed female companionship, and Susan had decided a long, long time ago that she wanted to find out just what kind of lover Hank Justin was. She usually worked as a nurse at the local hospital, which was why she was so good with massages, but she only worked four evenings a week, from eleven at night until seven in the morning, and she had not worked the previous night. So she was refreshed and all set to go. Often, while at the hospital, she allowed herself to be coerced into bed with certain patients who were willing to pay for the privilege. But this was one man she wanted to enjoy solely for himself. His reputation with women was well-known in the neighborhood, especially since he made a point of avoiding the wives of other men.
The touch of his solid, muscular, leathery flesh beneath her fingers made Susan tingle and she was excited beyond belief. She ached for the man to leap to his feet and tear off her blouse and shorts and rape her then and there, on his bed. His strong, powerful, bull-like body loomed in her mind like the shadow of an approaching tiger. She knew it was dangerous to continue teasing the man. Whether he was a lover or simply a neighbor, he was no one with whom to fool around. Well Susan sure as hell wasn't fooling around right now.
Hank was clearly aware of the tingling messages telegraphed by her nimble fingers. She worked them around his broad neck, then slowly, gradually began sliding them, little by little, an inch at a time, in wider and wider circular sweeps to his shoulders, down to his collarbones, and then to the almost hairless front of his chest. Her nimble hands moved back and forth, rubbing his masculine nipples, then sliding to his back, pulling his robe down his shoulders on the way. She wrapped her bare arms around his naked chest and pressed her soft lips into the side of his throat, making the man shudder.
Hank was unable to keep himself under control any longer. He had restrained himself all this time, enduring her loving caresses in the hope of being able to maintain self-control, certain if he showed no response, the college-going nurse would stop her ministrations. But now he knew there was no way he was going to be able to restrain himself. Hell! This woman was deliberately all but throwing herself at him, and there was no question but that she was an extremely tantalizing and delightful woman.
Hank didn't like fooling around with neighbors. It was a bad policy to play around with women belonging the man next door or across the street. Still, Susan wasn't anyone's wife, and even if she was a neighbor's daughter she was certainly old enough to know what he was doing, and old enough so that the neighbor didn't have the right to take a poke at him.
Little by little his self-control slipped away as he rationalized that the girl had, after all, gone out of her way to seek him, and to deny her his body would be a cruel thing. Certainly he wouldn't hurt the lovely redhead, and he knew damn well he was capable of satisfying her.
He turned a little in his chair, reached around and grabbed Susan by her waist, and with an effortless twist born of much practice, tugged her into his arms in such a way that she sat on his lap. Her arm automatically reached out and wrapped itself around his neck.
"Have you any idea just what the hell it is you're doing?" the older man asked in a hoarse, choked voice.
Susan didn't waste any time with words. She covered his firm masculine mouth with her soft feminine lips, running the tip of her slender pink tongue between his teeth, darting it in and out with flash of speed, flicking it back and forth again and again until it found his own tongue responding.
The lovely redhead began moaning, making Jo-Ann wonder if the man was hurting her. But the young, innocent blonde realized the red-haired woman was clutching the man too tightly to be feeling pain. Whatever was taking place was happening because Susan wanted it to happen. It was obvious the two of them were enjoying one another immensely, and Jo-Ann felt the first prickling sensations of desire teasing her. For the first time she realized there were indeed things grownups were able to do that were fun. What was more, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to do them as well. Heck! She had feelings, even though she was first aware of them now. Even so, she was certain they would sprout and enlarge, and seeing this new kind of fun the adults were enjoying, she decided there was no reason on earth why she ought not to enjoy it as well. Still, it would be wise of her to watch what was happening and learn more before deciding what she, herself should ultimately do, and with whom.
Susan's moans continued getting louder, sounding almost like the muffled yowls of an alley cat. Her body writhed against that of the older man as she sat up, and then her hand was reaching into the folds of his robe, her fingers eagerly running up and down over the man's anxious body. She stroked and teased him with patience, eager to feel his response, anxious to find out if he liked her touch.
Hank ran his strong hands over the smooth roundness of her short-covered hips, reaching around her, seeking, finally finding the zipper in the fly front, pulling it down. Susan wasn't a tall girl, not by any means. She was small, delicately framed, slender, with burning eyes and a taunting mouth, and she had a voice that sounded like that of a little girl. She wriggled as Hank's hands slid her shorts down, revealing she had no panties on underneath. His fingers gripped the silken white mounds of her buttocks, tightly grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his nostrils flooded with the overpowering delectability of her natural feminine perfume.
His hands slid under her blouse and he realized, without surprise, that she had no brassiere on, either. Her breasts were firm, yet soft, and when he tugged his hand away, he felt her nipple digging against his chest as if demanding more attention. He undid the blouse then slipped it from her slender ivory shoulders expertly, revealing her shapely torso as if she were a ,sculptor's model. Her tantalizing lips and taunting tongue moved ever so lightly across his face and neck, making him feel as if burning cinders were touching him all over. His mouth found each of her ears in turn, his tongue delving into and examining the sensitive openings with an erotic expertise few men possessed. The two of them began to pet as their faces nuzzled one another, rubbing very lightly as tongues continued licking - moving with an increasing tempo. Everything was softly punctuated by Susan's insistently demanding cries of pleasure.
He suddenly stood from the chair and in a single motion lifted her with him, holding her deftly in the cradle of his strong arms. He carried her tender, pliant body over to the huge bed, which had not yet been made, and he placed her on the rumpled sheets. All the while Susan continued moaning eagerly, her blouse now on the floor along with her shorts.
Jo-Ann stared, wondering just why seeing this was affecting her so strongly. She had seen her own body naked often enough, and she'd felt nothing when looking at it in the mirror. Why should looking at another woman's naked body have this effect on her. In school, in gym, she had seen other girls naked, and it hadn't affected her. Why should this bother her?
Hank was sitting on the edge of the bed and he pulled Susan into his lap. She lay across him, her own breath now coming in very quick, feverish gasps as she continued kissing him, letting her flicking tongue attack him again and again. Her wing-shaped red hair blocked Jo-Ann from seeing her facial expressions as Hank continued kissing her.
His hand reached down and touched the red-gold triangle between Susan's slender white thighs. Jo-Ann silently gasped, not knowing why the sight of a man touching a woman in that secret spot should affect her so. She was astonished a moment later when Susan's hand tugged aside the robe Hank was, wearing, revealing the gigantic spear of masculine meat standing up with the mottled purple head. Jo-Ann had never seen anything like it and she wondered just why men had something like that between their thighs while women didn't. Golly! She sure had a lot to learn about the differences between men and women.
Susan was anxious to feel Hank's hard, masculine arms encircle her, just as she ached to feel his ramrod of hard muscle thrusting its way between her thighs. She was anxious to feel the heatedly pulsating jets of sperm squirting into the tender tunnel that was her feminine center.
She cupped his throbbing organ in her hand, letting her tantalizing fingers run up and down the smooth expanse of huge cock, admiring its magnificent spearhead of rubbery skin - skin that was totally different from other skin on either his or her body.
Jo-Ann was awed by the sight of the redhead deftly fondling the long, thick masculine appendage. The wide-eyed blonde realized the lovely red head was very familiar with such an organ and obviously enjoyed her familiarity, and so she was determined that she ought to be familiar with it, as well.
Susan, as always, was entranced by a hard, masculine cock. In this case it was a long, very long, very thick length of javelin, one capable of giving tremendous pleasure. He had no foreskin as did some of the other cocks with which she had played, and the huge, delta-shaped head reared itself proud and free at the striking edge of the hot, meaty shaft. She liked that - so clean and so definitely ready. Too, without a foreskin it meant he had less sensitivity, and as a result he would take longer in coming. That meant she had a good chance in achieving satisfaction, herself. Though she was pretty good when it come to climaxes, there were occasions when the men came too quickly. Her hand continued stroking and caressing the swollen organ as if she were caressing her first fur coat.
Hank's hands were continually busy, as well. They continued exploring the tenderly soft flesh of her inner thighs, running over the slender line where her soft cuntlips came together, finally pushing them gently apart until his forefinger slid between the moist, smooth walls of her womanly passage, seeking the hard, round, pink pearl that was her clitoris.
"Uuuuuu uuuuhh hhh! Hank! aahhh hhhhh! Oh, you have no idea how good that feels," Susan gasped.
Now Jo-Ann was more curious than ever. How good did it feel?
Susan spread her slender alabaster thighs and allowed the man's expert fingers to explore the potential of this sensitive center of her entire being. His thumb and forefinger compressed very tightly around the coral pearl, holding it firmly, yet gently, and he slowly manipulated and massaged and rubbed it with the sweetly maddening pleasure he was capable of generating.
His touching went on and on, and the lovely redhead began leaking more and more fluid, eager for the expert plunge of his penis. Jo-Ann stared, wondering if the woman was urinating, so much fluid was coming from her vagina. No, no, it wasn't that. The fluid was clear, almost frothy, and it was sticky. Jo-Ann had no idea there was any other kind of fluid inside her.
Susan gasped as Hank surprised her by arching his own body upward, drawing in his legs and crossing them over each other so that his heels rested firmly on his thighs and he was in the lotus position. Susan stared at the odd posture he had assumed and wondered how he was able to do it without breaking any bones. It was obvious the muscular man's body was very limber and seemed capable of much more than she had initially believed. He looked totally relaxed, ready and waiting for her.
She moved to her knees while facing him. The tan-fleshed man smiled widely and slowly began drawing her closer, holding her by her slender waist. She followed anxiously, more than a little curious, thinking of him as some kind of sitting Brahmin, cross-legged as he was with his long rod standing from his lotus center like the solid limb of a tree.
He lifted her up and tugged her lovely body firmly against his own, burying his face between her pink tipped, alabaster breasts. At the same time Susan wrapped her legs tightly around his back under his arms. He lowered her very gently, slowly, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped vagina on the head of his throbbing organ, then slowly eased her down until her moistly humid container totally covered the erect stanchion that was his throbbing cock.
Jo-Ann was startled to see the immense length and breadth fit itself so easily and comfortably into the narrow opening between the red-haired woman's thighs. Golly! So this was what adults did for fun! It sure looked enjoyable from the mask of ecstasy written across Susan's face. The latter had turned her head a little, giving Jo-Ann a view of her countenance, making the naive blonde aware of her shuddering feelings.
Susan's lips had curled back in a snarl of lust, the fingernails of her two hands digging into the firm flesh on the man's strong shoulders as the head of his hard length slid deeper and deeper into the tender cupola of her feminine sanctuary. He penetrated deeper and deeper into her, the sweet, wetted down length of solid meat driving upward, probing that much further into her, making her tighten the lock of her thighs around his body. She squeezed with the strength of a woman gone insane.
"Like it?" Hank asked.
"It's uhhhhh different," Susan gasped. "Oh, wow!"
"That's what makes it that much more enjoyable. Always do things different,"
She was trapped, locked into a pillar of pleasure, held in an unbreakable, delightful copulative union. The man's hard, thick penis dug into her like an upside-down root, impaling her to the deepest part of her anxious cunt.
One thing Susan truly enjoyed was the face-to-face intimacy the two of them were able to share because of the position. This also left their hands free to explore one another's body to their personal satisfaction. The lotus seat he had formed for her held her comfortably and she felt very secure as his hands ran delightedly over the fullness of her swollen, upright breasts, teasing her flat belly. All the while she continued rubbing his back and sides with her thighs. His hard hands continued waging a subtle campaign over her shuddering body, probing the skin with his nails, touching each of her ribs as well of her spine, cupping her pendant breasts, so plentiful in his hands, gently and continually tweaking her rosebud nipples making them bloom and flower with ever-greater passion. She shuddered because of his fingerings.
Then his hands moved behind her, traveling to ultra-sensitive spots just below her quivering shoulder blades. He pressed in lightly with the tips of his fingers, sending signals of delighted pleasure racing madly through her trembling nervous system. Then his hands rose to her neck, stroking her pulsing jugular until her lovely head fell back, her eyes unseeing as they rolled up in her head because her body was so totally invaded with lust.
Hank kissed the pulsing arteries in her throat, nibbling at the soft flesh at the same time, using his tongue as well as his teeth so she was expertly bitten and kissed, and yet there was not a mark on her. He looked like a predator pantomiming a carnal feast, and Jo-Ann stared, more wide-eyed than ever, perspiration breaking out all over her as she wondered just how it felt. It was obvious the red-haired woman was enjoying it all, struggling from side to side, aching to move up and down.
Yes, Susan felt her body screaming to move, sizzling in its need to start churning, desiring the frenzied grinding of her vagina against the throbbing staff of his cock that would trigger the long-delayed orgasm.
"Please, Hank," she gasped. "Oh, please, please, please, you know what I want. You know it! I need it desperately! Give it to me, now!"
"No," the man insisted. "Don't move just yet. I want you to think about what it is you're doing." he insisted. "I want you to close your eyes tightly and see into the center of yourself - into you hot little cunt. I want you to see and feel the full length and breadth of my hard cock pressing into you, and I want you to see your vaginal walls squeezing themselves around my cock. See that, and nothing else!"
Jo-Ann had no idea what the man was talking about. The words he was using weren't unfamiliar to her. When one went to her school one learned them, but mostly as curse words. She had not idea what he was suggesting to the redheaded woman, yet it was obvious Susan knew what it was he was talking about. She was concentrating, closing her eyes, visualizing how the great solidity of the tumescent organ probed her feminine depths to the utmost. She waited, spiked there, completely unmoving for the moment, her cuntwalls opening and closing, promising delights to him in exchange for the pleasures he was offering her. She felt the throb of his cock as if demanding she exert every effort to discipline herself and be worthy of the thrill he was offering her.
Little by little Susan's willpower began gaining control and her vaginal walls didn't merely open and close around the probing length of penis. Rather they squeezed tightly, sucking it, caressing it, loving it with all the conscious attentions she had given it when she had used her hands. She was no longer a woman with a vaginal center, but rather she had become the vaginal center, a deep, hot, tight cunt that dripped great quantities of oil lubrication.
She found the spasms slowly but surely becoming more and more automatic as her body continued squirming against the root of his penile length, her vaginal lips sucking with a life of their own, pressing, rubbing, coaxing, trying to urge the white sperm to come forth into her, her inner walls now working like the hands of a milkmaid on a cow's udder.
The pressure became too much for her and Susan began squirming, writhing up and down on the throbbing organ. Hank's hands reached out and pressed on, her shoulders as he said, "Don't! Let your sweet cunt do it all, honey. In the end, you'll find the sensations that much greater for your efforts."
She found herself ecstatically and exquisitely tortured beyond endurance by the discipline he was demanding of her. Nevertheless she was also aware of the climax slowly but surely starting to build in the. center of her shuddering body. She was on an ascending scale of anxiously frenzied, undulating tissues as they continued flexing against the mighty pole of his penis.
"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuuunnnnnggggghhhh! Please! Please! Hank! I have to have it! I'm dying for it! I want it! Don't make me wait any longer! Give it to me!"
"You do have it, honey!" he insisted. "You have it all. Don't force it, though. Be patient. Don't think about it. Let it simply happen, honey."
His calm, reassuring, almost detached voice eased. the urgency mounting inside her, chastising her for her childish demand for immediate gratification. Yes, she was greedy, all right. But then, what woman wouldn't be with something this good inside her?
She relaxed, resting on the length of the throbbing penis, feeling it probe that much more deeply into her than before. The great length of the quivering phallus was like a musical instrument begging to be played. It was a stiff, hard, unyielding foil to her insatiable demand. The two sat locked in the marvelous embrace. of complete physical love, and to an observer they might have seem cold and unmoving, except that the one observer there had seen the passion building earlier and knew better. She saw the grimaces of unfulfilled pleasure on both their faces, causing them to tighten in a mask of lust.
Hank was well aware of the frenzied pulsating of her vagina around the probing length of his shuddering penis. Long hours of practice with countless women kept his own ejaculatory reflex under complete control, and he smiled to himself, knowing the torturous agony and quivering pleasure the redheaded woman was experiencing. He was well aware she had never done anything like this before, though by now he was certain she was quite practiced in all other aspects of sex. Had she been a novice he would never have experimented with her this way. Only the fact that she was so used to plain-old-fashioned fucking had made him decide on this course of action. What he was doing prolonged penetration, but it also prolonged ejaculation, and total pleasure for both of them.
By now, Susan knew her orgasm was fast approaching. It was just the littlest bit away. She ached for the man to give the smallest thrust which, she was certain, would trigger that climax, and gasped, "Fu-u-u-u-u-ccccck meeeeeeeeee!" in a plaintively eager, frustrated tone of voice.
"Shortly now, Susan, very shortly," he whispered to her, and yet he remained as stolid and unmoving as a rock.
Susan was quickly becoming angry to the point of total fury because of the anguished suspense she was undergoing. Did this man hate her? She had come to give him pleasure, and he was rewarding her with agony. Did he think she was some kind of infant? Heck! She needed a good fucking ... now!
Abruptly she realized the agitated squirming of her silken center had suddenly settled into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic contraction, timed, it seemed to the beating of her heart. She felt the sudden brush of a slight orgasm, only a hint at first, and then another, and another. The beat continued on inside her, her muscles constantly contracting around the upthrust penile probe throbbing with a steady, hard, pulsating thrill.
She fell forward, collapsing like an emptied balloon, hysterically clinging to the neck of the man in whose lap she sat, feeling much like a piece of driftwood being carried out on a tide - a tide which seized her in its grip with a mountainous rush of orgasmic delight. The climax squeezed her body to its limits, rocketing her past every plateau of thrilling sexual pleasure she had every previously known or experienced, and still there seemed no end to how far she was traveling.
She writhed and squirmed and moved wildly about, a squealing, shrieking, frenzied woman in the depths of total delight, writhing and twisting on what seemed to be a still quiescent length of solid hose, forcing out every last little ounce of delighted pleasure her body was able to wring from within, her legs wildly pumping against the sides of his body. Her spine rippled up and down as her buttocks now pounded wildly on the full length of his upthrust cock.
Susan felt ready to pass out, totally lost in a sea of thrilling orgasmic waves which buffeted her until her muscles began quivering with uncontrolled exhaustion. The roaring tide of thrilling pleasure which had all but swept away her consciousness now slowly subsided by degrees until her vision cleared and she stared into the wide-open eyes of the man who had fucked her without literally moving a muscle.
"How was it?" she asked. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Tell me! I have to know! For me it was terrific! Was it just as good for you?"
Jo-Ann stared, unable to believe what she had witnessed. The redheaded woman had gone out of her mind with ecstasy, and suddenly the petite little blonde girl knew this was a feeling she had to experience. What was more, she knew any other man might louse it all up. Though she knew absolutely nothing about sex per se, she did know the man in the bedroom was an expert at it. There were probably many other men equally expert, but she was certain there were no boys this good. As a result, she knew it would have to be with a man. This was the only man she knew, and so she was determined Hank Justin would be the man.
Jo-Ann was about to leave when she heard Hank say to Susan, "We've only just begun, honey."
"Are you saying you haven't come yet?" Susan asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"That's what I'm saying," he nodded.
That was when Susan was suddenly aware the rippling, pulsating sensations charging through the center of her body had not yet died away. Her vaginal walls had once more returned to their previous rhythmic, steady pounding which had heralded the start of her initial orgasm. Her cunt now continued throbbing around the impaling shaft of the man's upthrust prick, squeezing with the steady pressure of a ticking watch, then slowly beginning to build all over again.
"This time allow your mind to go completely blank," Hank told Susan. "I don't want you to think of a single thing. Don't ask for anything, don't make any demands, don't instruct your body as to your needs. Just allow your body to have its own way."
At first Susan didn't know how to make her mind go blank. She permitted her brain to wander through clouds of abstract thought, as if she had fallen into some kind of trance. Her body began wildly undulating, moving slowly to the pulsating pace set by her throbbing vagina, and the squeezing muscles rippled beneath the thin sheathing of her female wall of inner fat, fat that caused her, as a woman, to have curves that differentiated her from men. She found herself beginning to live as if her vagina were now the control center of her entire body, and she discovered that rather than looking at the world from some point inside her head just beyond her eyes as she had done all her life, she now existed in the very depths of herself, along her spinal chord, feeling it control the march of rippling, writhing, undulating movements charging continuously through her quivering body. Her hands began to once again journey over Hank's body, touching, here, feeling there, but bypassing her brain entirely so she felt directly through her arms, hands, and fingertips to touch the soft textures of flesh as well as the hard contours of muscle. She felt as if her entire body was now a hand fondling a gigantic penis.
Another hint of climactic sensation began brushing through Susan's interior. The shocking pleasure began spreading in a rolling wave from the central point of her inner vagina like rippling circles, ever-widening in a pond, moving to the extremes of her hands, feet and head. The wave within her broke, then rolled back again. Her brain seemed no longer attached to her body, an unused, unnecessary part of her as she found herself alive in the depths of the womb of total delight as this new orgasm went on and on and on. This time she endured it silently.
Jo-Ann watched, amazed any human being was capable of feeling so much pleasure. Even more amazing was the fact that any one other human being was capable of offering so much pleasure. This was what grownups did for fun, and it sure looked like one heck of a lot more fun than anything she had ever done with Mary or any of her other friends. She definitely had to find out about all this first-hand.
Susan was certain she was dead at this point. She was certain her inner self had stepped out of her body shell, and now she was coldly watching herself and Hank, locked in the lotus embrace and sitting on a misty cloud of total pleasure. Yes, her body had definitely taken on a separate existence, feeling as if the man's throbbing penis had swelled and enlarged inside her until it had pushed her insides out of her. The hard cock had become a living thing unto itself at this moment, rippling its muscles with the sinuous gliding motion of a cobra sliding through leaves, moving up into Susan's belly while her orgasm paced each wonderful wave of satisfaction.
Susan actually felt the first bead of seminal fluid as it bubbled from the tip of the powerful man's thick penis, splashing against the rear of her vagina before dripping down the back wall. Then a powerfully throbbing wave pushed its way up the heavy, fleshy shaft of masculine power and erupted from the tip of that huge, wonderful, spade-shaped head, spewing through her vaginal trough in a stream of constant whiteness. The cock paused for less than a brief moment, then began another pushing explosion, followed by yet another overpowering wave, and then another and another. The fornicating couple undulated from head to toe in constant rhythm with their orgasmic attainment, and Susan was suddenly aware of how each of her heartbeats, each constriction of muscle, had given over its will to their mutual pleasure so that each cell in her body felt as if it were being fucked by each cell in his body. They danced horizontally in a mutually undulating mazurka of coition and ejaculation.
Susan felt as if it would never stop - never! She was breaking through some kind of ethereal barrier, like a fish breaking the surface of a pond for the first time, and then falling back again, as if into the eternity of constant orgasm.
The lovely redhead surrendered herself to the blackness, shutting out the vision of her brain looking at the two of them.
AAAAAN NNNAAA AANNNN GGGGGGH HHH ... ON FIRE ... HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG GGHHHH!" she gasped as the pair of them whipped their bodies into a maddening frenzy like two runaway dynamos - juggernauts pounding madly against one another with such overpowering force their parts had begun melting into one another.
Just as Susan reached the borderline, that separation beyond which she would be catapulted into a eternal nirvana or madness, the thrilling wave inside her began to slowly subside and her vision cleared. Her feminine muscles felt weak and she sagged with exhaustion as she all but collapsed into a catatonic relaxation - as if every bone in her shuddering body had been withdrawn through her pores after having been melted down, leaving only flesh and tissue. Slowly she sank into the torpor of sleep.
Jo-Ann knew it was time for her to leave. She quietly backed out and moved down the stairs, then down the second half-flight. Looking out the screen door, she saw Pretty was nowhere in sight, so she quietly opened the door, stepped outside, and shut it again. At that instant the dog came bounding up to her and stood on its hind paws throwing its forepaws against her. She let out an involuntary "Oh!"
"Who's there?" Hank Justin called down from upstairs.
"It's me, Jo-Ann," she shouted through the screen door from outside. Is it all right if I play with Pretty?"
"Just keep her in the yard," Hank called down. "When you leave, make sure she doesn't get out as you open the gate."
"I'll be careful," Jo-Ann promised.
For the next half hour she played with the dog, but her mind wasn't on it, just as her heart wasn't in it. All she thought about was what had taken place upstairs, and her determination to know some of that "grownup fun" was becoming stronger by the minute.
CHAPTER TWO
The following morning, Jo-Ann, who had spent a restless night, determined she would try and put into practice what she had thought out in her mind. She was outside even earlier than usual, right after her parents had gone off the work. Her house was on the same block as that of Hank Justin, five houses south. It was garbage day, which meant Hank wouldn't let Pretty out in the fenced-in yard because the garbage men always left the gate open, and as a result the dog would take off and sometimes not be seen for hours.
Even before she reached the corner, Jo-Ann's surmised that Hank would take Pretty for a walk to the lot down the block became a reality. He came out in white slacks and a white t-shirt, his wrist through a black leather loop which, in turn, was attached to a chain leash. It had to be a chain leash since Pretty always chewed through the material leashes.
As Jo-Ann, wearing the same white shorts and a fresh, yellow polo shirt came to the corner, she met Hank. They smiled at one another, and somehow Jo-Ann felt no less normal, smiling at him now, than she had when she always had smiled at him not knowing about the kind of fun he had.
"Did you have a good time with Pretty yesterday?" he asked.
"We had a wonderful time," Jo-Ann lied, since her mind hadn't concentrated on playing with the dog, and as a result the dog had done very little running around.
"Good!" Hank nodded as the two of them fell into step, heading for the lot a half block north of his corner house.
They were silent for a time, and when they got to the lot they had to watch where they stepped as Pretty went sniffing around before finally deciding to "do her duty." Then they walked back to Hank's house, and he entered the yard, saying, "I'm sorry, but this is garbage day, so I can't turn Pretty loose in the yard until the garbage men have come and gone."
"That's all right," Jo-Ann nodded. I wonder if I can come inside for a little while."
"That might not be too wise," he told her. "How would it look for a grown man to let a young girl like yourself into the house? I mean, if anyone saw it, they might get some wrong ideas."
"There's no one around to see," Jo-Ann told him, "Besides, you weren't too worried about what people thought when you let that redheaded lady into the house, yesterday.
"Oh?" he asked. "You saw her come into my house?"
"I know she was here," Jo-Ann told him. "Not only that, but I know what the two of you did."
"Oh? Just what did we do?" he asked, a smirk on his face.
Remembering the word she had heard Susan use the previous day, Jo-Ann smiled sweetly at him and said in a low voice, "You fucked!"
"Is that a nice thing for a girl like you to say?" he asked.
"Well, that's what you did," she insisted as he colored a little.
"This isn't something to talk about in public," he insisted.
"Well, then let me come in so we can talk about it in private."
"There really isn't very much to talk about," he insisted, opening the screen door, holding it open so Jo-Ann was able to go inside. She had won a small victory.
When Hank followed Jo-Ann into the room, he not only closed the screen door, but the large wooden front door, as well. He had no intention of risking shouts from either himself or the girl being heard by some passer-by in the streets. Not that he was afraid he would really shout, nor was he worried about the girl being afraid of him since, pretty as she was, he had no intention of frightening her or laying his hands on her.
"Why can't we talk about it in public?" Jo-Ann asked, following him up the half flight of steps to the kitchen. "I mean, is it such a terrible thing?"
"It isn't a terrible thing at all," he told her, going to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of soda. He poured some into two glasses and handed her one of them.
"For her, scotch and soda, and for me, Coca Cola, huh!" Jo-Ann remarked. "Do you think that's fair?"
"Among other things, I don't want anyone charging me with corrupting a minor by teaching her to drink liquor," he said, outwardly smiling, inwardly cursing.
"Okay, so tell me why I shouldn't talk about fucking in public."
"We live in a society that frowns on that unless it takes place between a husband and wife," Hank explained. "Even then, it's something done, but not talked about."
"Well, gee, that woman wasn't your wife."
"No, she wasn't, nor will she be," Hank nodded. "You see, even though society outwardly frowns on it, everyone quietly does it, even when not married."
"I don't," Jo-Ann insisted. "At least, not yet."
"That's because you're still young," he smiled. "Don't worry. When you get old enough, you'll do it, too."
"How old is 'old enough'?" Jo-Ann wanted to know.
"I suppose most girls indulge somewhere in their late teens."
"I bet a lot of girls my age do it."
"If they do, they're foolish," Hank insisted. "They don't use any kind of protection, and in case no one's told you, that's the way babies are made."
"Wow!" Jo-Ann gasped. "You mean that woman you had here is going to have a baby?"
"No," Hank replied. "She takes certain precautions to prevent it from happening. She takes what is called a birth control pill."
"What's to stop girls from my age from taking the same pill?" Jo-Ann wanted to know.
"Nothing, except how are girls your age going to get such pills? First, you need money to buy them. Second, do you think any reputable druggist would give you birth control pills?"
"If I really wanted them I suppose you might get them for me," Jo-Ann insisted.
"Me?" Hank asked, surprised as he finished his soda and put his glass down.
"Sure you. The druggist would give them to you."
"But why should I get such pills for you?" Hank asked.
"Because I want you to fuck me," Jo-Ann told him, and Hank just stood there, thunderstruck.
"Now wait a minute, young lady," he told her.
"No," she said, raising a hand.
She finished her own soda, then put the glass on the oval kitchen table, and said, "I've thought about this all night, and I've come to this conclusion. You and the woman had one heck of a good time, yesterday. Now I'm going to be home the rest of the summer, all alone, and I need to have some fun. I don't want to do anything with some dumb boy who doesn't really know what he's doing. But you know what you're doing. So I want you to fuck me."
"This is not something we just agree on casually," Hank told her, a drop of perspiration running down his nose.
"Sure it is," Jo-Ann nodded, "unless you think I'm too ugly."
"You're a long way from ugly. It's just that I'm used to girls a lot closer to my own age. I'm thirty-seven."
"Just how much closer was that redhead you had here, yesterday?" Jo-Ann asked. "She wasn't that much older than I am. Look at it this way. If you don't do it, I'm going to find some other man to do it. The other man might botch things up and then I'll become pregnant. Then it will all have been your fault."
"No," Hank said, shaking his head. "It will have been your fault. The redhead knows how to protect herself. You don't."
"So you teach me. Explain to me how to use this pill."
Hank shrugged and for the next five minutes explained how the birth control pill had to be taken. It was simple enough for Jo-Ann to understand since she knew all about menstrual periods. Her own was due in three days, if it followed its regular pattern.
After he had finished explaining everything to Jo-Ann, Hank smiled and said, "See, I don't dare do anything, right now. You can't take the pill just yet."
"Oh, come on," Jo-Ann insisted. "Are you telling me there's nothing you can do? I'll bet a man like you, who seems to know so much about this kind of fun, can figure out a way to make us both happy. How about it, Hank?"
"You're getting pretty chummy, calling me by my first name."
"Well, considering how friendly I expect us to be, what should I call you."
"Jo-Ann, I feel this just isn't right."
"It is right," the pretty nymphet insisted, stamping her foot. "Look, I'll be honest with you. The whole idea of it happening to me scares me more than a little, but to be honest with you I'd rather do it with you than anyone else. So even though I'm scared, and even if I try to back out of it, I wish you'd just come ahead and do something to reassure me that it's all right."
He shook his head and said, "I'm just not that kind of man."
"Come on, Hank. Be a sport. If you don't, I'm going to have one heck of a boring summer. I promise you I'll never tell anyone else about it - never, honest. It'll be just our secret. Please, Hank, Please!"
He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and he decided it might be a good idea to throw a scare into her. He didn't really have to do anything to her. But when she was scared enough, he would stop and she would go home, and she would threaten to tell on him. Even though she hadn't actually made such a threat, Hank felt it was implied.
"Come upstairs," he said, and he let her precede him up to the bedroom where he had fucked Susan the previous day.
When Jo-Ann entered the bedroom she was pleased to see he had changed his bed sheets.
"Now," he told her. "I want you to go into the bathroom, get undressed, and I want you to take a shower. I want you to take special care in the shower, washing your pussy."
"My pussy?"
"Your vagina, that lovely little slot between your thighs, you know, that pink slash just below the hair on your pelvis."
"I don't have too much hair down there," Jo-Ann blushed.
"All the better," he assured her. "Now go. When you finish showering, get dressed again and come out here."
With her heart thudding, almost rising into her mouth, Jo-Ann wept to the bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower. Then she hastily undressed, made sure the temperature was right, and stepped under the shower closing the glass door behind her. She took twenty minutes in the shower, and she soaped her vagina five times, always careful to rinse it, afterward. Fortunately the soap in the shower was the kind that didn't irritate her mucous membranes and she felt no discomfort or irritation.
When she stepped out of the shower, she looked at her slender naked body in the full length mirror on the door. She felt as if she were looking at someone else, and for the first time, her reflection aroused her. Her breasts were just budding, but then her mother had once said all the women in the family where late bloomers. Her nipples had already started enlarging, and they were a very soft pink, though the areolae around them weren't too large just yet. She had a very slim waist, and though her hips were slightly rounded they would never be as curved as Susan's. Susan also had a lush red bush on her mons veneris, while she, Jo-Ann had little wisps of yellow fuzz.
After drying off, she dressed again and returned to the bedroom where Hank was waiting. She was almost terrified now, because she knew something new was going to happen to her. It had looked so easy, so simple when it was happening to the redheaded woman. But now that it was going to happen to her, she was scared.
"I'm afraid," she gasped as Hank motioned for her to sit in the chair by the desk.
But Hank knew if he let her get away now, she would probably get up her courage another day and come back. He had to discourage her now, once and for all.
"Just relax," he told her, and he slid behind her, as Susan had moved behind him the previous day. He began massaging Jo-Ann's slender, tensed shoulders, and his thumbs worked on just the right areas, making the slender blonde pubescent girl relax.
What Hank didn't realize was, he was beginning to become entranced by this slender little innocent girl. Young as she was, she was starting to sexually affect him as his hands kept massaging.
"Like another Coke?" he asked, pressing sensuously on her back, smiling to himself.
He had purposely made her dress again before leaving the bathroom, knowing it would be more difficult for her to follow though with her original desire if he had to undress her all over again. Had she walked in with only a towel on, she would have already mentally accepted her desire to continue what she had originally come to him to do.
"Uhhhh ... no thanks," she gasped, still uneasy, yet inwardly determined to carry this through now that she had started.
"Lean back and relax," he told her. "You're all tense and nervous. This is no way to start off a relationship."
"A relationship?" the frightened young blonde asked.
"Of course," he said, smiling down at her, still perspiring as he realized how absolutely delicious this young nymphet looked. He had never looked at her in a sexual way before, thinking of her as being too young. Now, for the first time, he realized she had grown up, physically, quite a bit more than he had realized. "When two people become embroiled in what you want us to do, it's very personal, and it becomes a relationship - of sorts. Come, let's sit on the end of the bed and you can relax more easily."
She stiffened when he made her stand and walked her over to the bed. He sat at the foot of the bed and had her sit beside him, his hands still working on her shoulder blades. He massaged them expertly, his voice almost hypnotic as he continued speaking to her, lulling her into the sense of security she had initially imagined she would feel. The strong masculine scent of him filled her nostrils, arousing her all the more.
She allowed herself to lie back against the older man, her eyes closed as Hank continued massaging her. She was trying to blank out the fears she had first started to feel when re-entering the room after having taken the long shower. Jo-Ann was aware of the uncertain ties that had cropped up in her mind, yet she was determined not to let them get in the way. Having witnessed the pleasure this man had given Susan King the day before, she wanted to be sure some of that
pleasure would now come to her.
Hank Justin continued to reassure the pony tailed young blonde, soothing her with gentle tones, sounding more like a kindly uncle than a prospective lover. With becoming fully aware of it, his desire for her was mounting to the point where he was no longer interested in frightening her away as much as he was interested in making her want him. He had never enjoyed a girl quite this youthful, this wholesome, and subconsciously he realized what a treat she would be. But he had to be careful. With the morality that still prevailed, other people around might distort anything he did with Jo-Ann and create a feeling of guilt in her, afterward, thereby ruining her future sex life. He had to make things good for her to the point where she would not only understand the continued necessity of absolute secrecy, but would be able to eventually drift into a satisfactory relationship with other men and never feel guilty about having enjoyed him.
Yes, even though he had started out doing this to teach her a lesson and make her back off, now he wanted to see this through and enjoy her, bringing her along his way and teaching her to know the total, ultimate pleasures one was able to receive from such an association. The lovely little blonde was a delectable treat, a living, breathing young goddess whose desires would be as strong as her youthful beauty.
He continued deftly massaging her slender neck and young shoulders for quite some time, making no overt move. He waited until he had established a definite trust with her, feeling the knots of tension loosen in her as Susan had expertly loosened them in him the previous day. Very casually he began slowly working his left hand lower, first in back, touching her shoulder blade, then in front, moving downward until it touched the small swell of her growing young breast. He felt her breath quicken as he fingered her nipple through her dress, but she didn't fight him or try pushing him away.
Jo-Ann felt overwhelmed by what he was doing. The sensations were totally different from those she had imagined, and far stronger. Oh, yes, no doubt about it, the sensations were very strong and very delectable. She enjoyed it all much more than she had thought, even though she was inwardly apprehensive, knowing sooner or later they would get down to removing their clothing. She didn't know if she had the courage to handle that huge python of flesh between Hank's thighs the way Susan had. She rationalized that she would never be able to do it as well as the redheaded woman, and it therefore might be a good idea if she didn't even try.
By now, she was well aware of the burgeoning bud of her young nipple as it swelled as never before. Her entire small breast seemed to strain under her t-shirt, and when he flattened his palm against it and made small, undulating circles, she found herself gasping for breath.
"Ohhhhhhh ... don't ... please ... Hank ... I'm afraid ... don't do anything else," she pleaded, but it was a mumbled plea, mumbled half-incoherently as she made no physical attempt to stop him. It felt too good to make him stop, afraid as she was.
"It's all right, Jo-Ann," the older man murmured, his voice a soft whisper in her shell-shaped ear. "I'm not doing anything wrong. After all, I'm not hurting you in any way. You just relax and take things easy, I'm going to teach you not to be afraid. Don't you worry about a thing."
His right hand moved down and came to rest on her slender, girlish thigh. He was well aware she quivering under his touch, but the quiver was as much from expectation as it was from fear.
Jo-Ann felt him pull out the elastic waistband on her shorts and edge his strong hand inside. She shuddered as his fingers slowly slid down her belly, rubbing against the nylon of her pink panties, then moving lower until the tips of his fingers touched the crotchband. She was astonished to realized she was wet down there, and she knew for a fact that she hadn't lost control of her bladder. In fact, to make sure something like that wouldn't happen, she had voided just before showering, Now she was certain the wetness down there was a totally different kind of fluid.
"Now, Jo-Ann," the tall, handsome, tan-skinned man whispered, "this was why you came here in the first place. You wanted to know what it was like to feel really good the way adults do. Well, I'm going to teach you. I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life. Believe me, you'll love it, and when it's all over, you'll be calm and relaxed, and you'll understand just why it is that people do these things in spite of foolish laws made up by frigid people to keep them from enjoying themselves."
His fingers continued moving relentlessly, slipping a little lower, finding the edge of the crotchband, tugging it aside, and finally coming into contact with the little fluff of hair on her pubic mound - straying, curling wisps - single strands rather than a powderpuff. Aware of his finger, Jo-Ann suddenly jerked herself upright as if stung by a bee, her eyes widening as she suddenly felt very much afraid.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "No, Hank, no! Don't touch me there. I'm afraid!" she exclaimed, trying hard to pull her lower half away from him.
He smiled at her, his fingers clinging to the ultra-sensitive flesh between her moisture-soaked thighs as his left arm tightened around her shoulder, firmly holding her.
"Listen, Jo-Ann, you know darn well you like the feeling I'm giving you, otherwise you would have stopped me long before this. What's more, you like the way my fingertips are stroking that hot little girlish pussy of yours. You do like it, so stop fighting me," he insisted, his masculine voice deep and husky. "Come on, let me hear you admit it. You do like what I'm doing, don't you? Otherwise you would have stopped me long before I slipped my finger inside your panties."
"I ... uhhhh ... I mean ... I don't know. . . ." she gasped, feeling a mixture of apprehension and thrills, not knowing which sensation would predominate.
"Come on, Jo-Ann, this is why you came here in the first place. This is what you wanted me to do, and you have to admit, all I've done so far is make you feel very good. I can tell how much you like all this by the heated wetness down there. All that fluid coming out of you is lubrication, stimulated by what I'm doing. The more you lubricate, the more you like what I'm doing."
A pink blush began staining the beautiful blonde girl's features as she realized what he was saying was the truth. She definitely did like what he was doing to her. There was no way she would be able to lie her way out of it. She loved the feeling of his fingers, and what was more her body was letting him know as much.
"I'm really not like that redheaded woman," Jo-Ann gasped. "Honest, I'm not here to make you do things. All I really wanted to do was find out just how much enjoyment grownups get out of life, and how they manage to do it..."
"That makes sense," he smiled, still massaging her petal-soft cuntlips. "I certainly don't think poorly of Susan, and I think even more highly of you for being so daring and wanting to learn about life's pleasures at such a relatively young age. I admire the fact that you came to me instead of fumbling about with some inexperienced young boy."
What he said seemed to make a lot of sense to Jo-Ann. She no longer had the desire to resist him. His last words merely confirmed what her inner desires had made her feel. She had seen how he had built thrills in Susan King the like of which not even Susan had known existed. Little by little she expected he would build the same kind of thrills in her. She felt more confident with him now, knowing he wouldn't rush things. If he wanted her to handle that long, purple-headed snake between his thighs, she would do just that. She would do anything he wanted, but more important, young as she was, she realized the necessity for keeping this a secret. As he had explained, others would never understand. More important, if anyone else ever found out, it would end what appeared to be one heck of a terrific kind of fun. Hank Justin was a nice man, warm and sympathetic, and he understood how lonely she was. In fact, after leaving his yard the previous day, she had moped around the neighborhood all day with nothing to do. Hank would take care of some of the loneliness she felt during the summer. When the winter finally came, well, she and Hank would find a way to work something out then, too.
Hank was shuddering inwardly, suddenly overwhelmed with desire for this innocent young blonde. He hadn't felt such an overpowering desire for a female in many years. He realized it was the newness, the freshness of her than made her so appealing. She was virgin clay, ready to be shaped and molded as he wished.
His questing fingers inched forward yet another centimeter, the ball of his forefinger and middle finger coming into contact with the tantalizing and pulsating outer folds of her wetly tremulous vagina. Jo-Ann was already aware of the way her body was inwardly throbbing, and she was equally aware of the way her inner labia opened and closed in time to the way she was breathing.
"Now!" he whispered, and without hesitating for a moment, slowly pushed his fingers deeper, the middle one sliding into the tightly resisting tunnel of her vagina. Her cuntwalls clamped tightly around the probing digit, making him realize just how tight she was in there. After all, she was still a young virgin.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhh ... it hurts, it hurts ... be careful...." the lovely young blonde admonished, crying out almost helplessly as she writhed her rounded buttocks in a frantically belated attempt to resist the pressure.
But Jo-Ann was in a daze, and she was so caught up in it, she really had no desire to escape from it. With part of her mind she was still aware of the way Hank was stroking and caressing her tender vagina, and the other part of her mind was only too well aware of the comforting inner sensations she felt from the stroking in spite of the fact that the delving finger had stretched the mouth of her girlish womanhood. The more he touched her the more she realized how much she craved him to continue. She ached to feel more.
Hank continued deeply probing the soft, quivering wet folds, moving carefully, remembering he was dealing with a virgin, enjoying the way her vagina was squirming around his probing finger. He managed to plunge it slightly more than two inches into her, not daring to go any deeper, moving it in and out, building the thrills in her young body to a point where he knew she would all but kill him if he didn't continue.
The young girl's slender white thighs began spreading of their own accord now, little by little, wide and wider, and he undid her shorts and eased them down along with her confining panties, leaving them dangling just below her knees. At last he had the plane of her tender pink pussy totally exposed, and it hit Hank at just how sensuous a pussy with so little hair on it looked. His mouth salivated and he had to swallow to keep from drooling. Gently, tenderly, his fingers played in the satin softness of her widespread inner labia, making the lovely blonde girl gyrate and twist as she leaned against him. She felt sensations of pleasure and delight building in her in a way she had never been able to fathom.
Abruptly the man's middle finger came into direct contact with the tiny little nodule that was her pink clitoris, the penis-like organ attached to the female designed solely for pleasure and nothing else. He began to instantly titillate the erogenous little bud, palpating and massaging it, making Jo-Ann gasp.
"Hhhhhoooonnnnnnnnhhhhhh!" the lovely little blonde sighed as she unconsciously slipped her body forward toward the edge of the bed, widening her thighs even more.
Jo-Ann was unable to believe the tingling sensations of pleasure blistering through her quaking body. Like wisps of smoke the enjoyment began curling up inside her and she fell madly in love with the gentle way Hank was fingering her pussy. Her writhing, gasping torso let the man know he was really getting to her, and the beads of perspiration on his brow broke out all the more heavily as he realized how much he wanted to satisfy, and be satisfied by, this lovely slip of a girl. Any qualms she might have had when he had initially touched her were now totally overpowered by the continual feelings of pleasure she continually experienced.
"Ummmmmmmm ... yesssssss ... aaaaaannnnnhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhhhhhh..." she gasped softly, giving herself over completely to her sensuous inner longings.
She was now totally devoid of any resistance whatsoever, and was more than willing to acquiesce to anything Hank wanted. Without realizing it, she found herself involuntarily grinding her pelvis rhythmically against his nakedly impressing fingers as they swirled around and around in the tight, narrow little opening, never probing more than two inches into her. She hurled her pelvis up and down, trying to force her desire-driven flesh to surround more of his pleasure-giving digits.
Hank's fingers, darting and flicking into her with an agility matched only by his expertise, continued tickling the tiny fluted inner lips on each outstroke, making her vaginal opening open and close all the more swiftly now. She mewled and gasped with arousal and excitement as his fingers continued taunting her tantalized flesh. She gasped all the louder each time his middle finger forced its way into the narrow center of her cunt, wondering why he never probed more deeply.
"Gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggh hh! " Jo-Ann gasped, feeling thrills continuing to mount in the center of her shuddering body.
By now, the soft inner mouth of her vagina began responding by tightening around the thrusting finger, reluctant to release it. Walls of velvet closed tightly like a fist around the tip of his plunging finger, sucking on it like a calf at its mother's udder. Hank worked his finger in and out of the now hungry and welcoming channel, simulating fucking, even though only two inches in and out. The bedroom filled with the lascivious wet sounds of his finger sliding in and out of the tight little coral cunt.
All this time his other hand didn't remain idle. Rather it reached inside of lovely Jo-Ann's t-shirt and flatly pressed itself first against one small breast, and then the other. This served to provoke more deep sighs and gasps of delicious reeling from the now helpless and sexually frustrated young girl whose body was first wakening to its full potential.
He finally pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it off to the side revealing her small, girlish paps with their rich pink nipples standing as far out as possible. His eyes stared at the small swells and his mouth once again watered.
Jo-Ann felt lightheaded by all that was happening, and wondered if she ought to protest at least one more time. But she knew it would sound foolish for her to do so, and so she didn't. Instead, she simply enjoyed what he was doing.
Her eyes suddenly popped wide open when he lowered his head and his hot, wet mouth closed around the bud of her nipple, sucking on it, pulling on whatever there was of the small mammary, letting it slide in and out of his mouth as his lips compressed firmly around her luscious flesh. Then he took the swollen nipple between his sharp-edged teeth and bit it very lightly, erotically, sending overpowering spasms of delight charging through her nerves the like of which she had never previously known.
It was beautiful. Yes, as far as Jo-Ann was concerned, it was all so beautiful. She supposed she was able, to some extent, to understand why her parents might object to her indulging in something like this. After all, if she had chosen some inexperienced boy, whether or not she would have enjoyed it, the boy would never have mentioned anything about the possibility of her having a baby. She knew it was still shameful for a single girl to have a baby, and if it happened to her, her parents would be mortified. But with a man like Hank Justin she had nothing to worry about because he would take all the necessary precautions and she would be able to enjoy this to the utmost without having to worry about consequences, after.
Hank knew he had the blonde girl just where he wanted her. Had he followed his original course, he would have whipped out his penis, possibly frightened her, and convinced her to wait a bit longer before indulging in something like this. But his want for Jo-Ann was far greater than her desire for him, by now. He was going to bring her along slowly, very slowly.
"Do you like what I'm doing, Jo-Ann?" he asked, looking at the ecstatic lines on her lovely young face.
"Yes, oh, yes, Hank, I love it," she readily admitted. "Please, do more."
"Enjoy it all, honey," he told her. "Just relax and enjoy. Today, I do the giving, you do the receiving."
He moved his hungry mouth to her other breast, now. All the while his probing middle finger continued sluicing two inches in and out of her sucking pussy. The little blonde girl was like a crazed woman, twisting and turning, her body bouncing and leaping on the bed, her slender white thighs as licentiously splayed as possible considering her panties and shorts were still below her knees. All the while her softly rounded small buttocks continued to incessantly grind into the mattress. Hoarse, soft, girlish cries of lust began escaping from between her soft, heart-shaped lips. She was beyond caring about anything at this point other than feeling all this sensation come to a head as it had with Susan. All that really mattered were the unbelievable spasms of totally thrilling delight continually and violently shooting through her at the speed of thought. It all emanated from the fiery tingles being built up in the center of her body as his finger moved in and out, in and out. His constant sucking of her nipples added to the sensation, and she wriggled and squirmed, realizing how filled with pure sensation she felt at that moment. Jo-Ann had never know anything like this existed.
Urged on by the continually mounting tide of her pleasure, she pounded her turgid little clitoris against the heel of his moving hand while at the same time attempting to coax his finger that much more deeply into her feminine center. Her cunt was a greedy, grasping opening the ached to suck on more of the probing digit.
At that moment Hank abandoned her breasts and moved around in front of her, kneeling before her as she fell back on the bed with her thighs still parted.
Everything happend quickly. He tugged her panties and her shorts down and off, pushed her slender white thighs that much farther apart, and before Jo-Ann realized what was happening, there was that first searing contact of his tongue on the lips of her vagina. She was so astonished she would not have been able to stop him even if she had wished to do so. She was too near her climax at this point. Pleasure, in maximum force, had been building up inside her. The unexpected and thoroughly maddening touch of Hank's oral digit as it teased the small bud of her pulsating clitoris brought her almost instantly to her first orgasm.
"AAAAAI IIIIIE EEE ... YYYYA AAAIII IIGGGG GGHHHH ... HHH HHEEEE EEEYYY YYAAAA AAIIII IIGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA NNNNNN GGGGGH HHH!" she squealed, unable to control herself.
Her body was flailing wildly, thrashing insanely out of control as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, hitting her with the power of breakers against rocks. She felt flooded with sensation as never before. Each wave brought her to a new height of rapture. She had never, but never been able to imagine anything as powerful as the feeling rolling constantly through her quivering body. All the tension that had been building since Hank had started working on her suddenly ebbed out of her, and she lay there, limp, totally exhausted. Her mind drifted, and she realized she was going to fall asleep. But she didn't care.
Sleep did overwhelm her, and when she awoke, she found her panties and shorts had been slipped back on.
Hank was not there.
CHAPTER THREE
Hank was sitting in his large playroom, at ground level, watching some TV program, Pretty, the dog, was lying on the carpet beside his reclining chair, her head between her paws. When she saw Jo-Ann, she picked her head up and began wagging her tail.
"Well?" Hank asked, smiling at Jo-Ann. "Do you think you've had enough for one day?"
"It was great," Jo-Ann admitted. "Tell me, is it better when you fuck a woman?"
"Supposedly," he nodded.
"Well, then, when will you fuck me?"
"I told you, once you've started on the pill. Since your time of the month is three days away, that means we have to wait eight days."
"Oh," Jo-Ann nodded, looking disappointed.
"But that doesn't mean we can't do other things," Hank told her, still feeling more horny than ever. He hadn't found any means of relief, and as a result still had the urge to do something with the sweet little blonde.
"Well, I want to do whatever I can to make both of us happy," Jo-Ann told him. "You made me happy before. What can I do to please you?"
"There are ways," he nodded, inwardly feeling the adrenalin pumping all the more quickly through him.
"Teach me!" Jo-Ann insisted.
"Back up to the bedroom," he insisted. "Though this is a playroom, there are certain games we don't play here."
The two of them climbed the stairs, Pretty remaining down in the playroom because she didn't like going upstairs. Going upstairs meant it was time to go to sleep as far as the dog was concerned, and it was much too early in the morning to even consider sleeping.
They entered the bedroom and he motioned for the girl to undress. She did so, not hesitating for a moment, this time. Naked, she stood before him while he proceeded to undress, himself. She sucked in her breath when she saw his penis. This close, it looked even larger than it had when he had fitted it into Susan's tiny pussy. Under the penis was his dangling scrotum, containing his testicles.
"First," Hank told her, "we get you in the mood again by doing what we did before. You don't mind that, do you?"
"Not at all," Jo-Ann admitted.
He fell to his knees between her slender girlish, thighs and pushed her back so that her buttocks pressed against the edge of the bed. he pushed her back and she fell onto the mattress, and then he lifted her thighs over his shoulders. Moving forward, he rubbed his belly against her cunt as he began sucking on her nipples again, using the same expertise he had used earlier, biting on her flesh, yet leaving no marks.
"Gggghhhhhuuunnnnnggghhhh!" was all Jo-Ann was capable of saying as the lassitude in her body once again gave way to fresh waves of thrilling arousal. The man's lips triggered thrills in her body, making her writhe, and she shuddered to the pressure of his belly rubbing against her cuntlips.
Jo-Ann used her own hands this time, gripping the man's head and forcing his face all the more firmly against her breast, thrilling to the way his mouth continually chewed. He tongued her nipple now, the flat of his lingual digit swiping it again and again, sending more enchanting waves of pleasure spasming through her quaking body.
Jo-Ann continued groaning as the wonderfully marvelous sensations shot through both her breasts, and then, as if there were a direct connection between her breasts and her vagina, she felt sensation sweep through the depths of her cunt, as well. Her coral clitoris was vibrantly extended again, reaching for pleasure as the man continued working the flat of his tongue against the young girl's swollen nipples - nipples that appeared just the tiniest bit larger as a result of having been kissed by a man, earlier.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Jo-Ann gasped, sobbing with passion. "Oh Hank, you're wonderful ... you make me feel so terrific!"
The handsome older man stopped his hungry sucking and fondling and began smiling at the wriggling, cooing young girl. She was his, there was no doubt of that. If she had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, she would be his for a long, long time to come, and he would teach her all he knew. She would put women like Susan King to shame.
Leaning forward, he moved his head from side to side and kissed her nipples in turn so rapidly it was almost as if he were sucking on both of them at once. Had her breasts been larger, that was precisely what he would have done. Then he began once again licking his way downward, moving his tongue toward the blonde girl's hot and waiting cunt. This time there would be no resistance of any kind. This time she would be only too happy to have him lap her pussy.
"You relax and enjoy for the moment," he told her. "Your turn to please me will come right after this."
He was hungrily breathing all over the rich pinkness of her viscous slit, the virginal opening all but actually begging him to tongue it.
The excited young blonde merely lay there, propped up on her elbows, watching intently as the handsome, dark-haired man licked his way down the flatness of her tight, smooth tummy. He massaged her extended nipples in unison, maintaining her cunt-boiling contractions coursing through her arteries and veins as he slowly allowed his tongue to vibrantly travel through her navel and down to the sparse lint that passed for hair on her pelvis.
"Yes, yes, yes, do it again, do it again!" Jo-Ann crooned to him, delicious thrills shooting through her body without control.
The heat of his burning breath covering her extended clitoris let the lovely blonde know he was there and all set to perform again. She groaned and gripped the palms pressing against her small breasts, pushing them against her body all the more firmly, feeling her nipples dig into his palm. She groaned as he softly blew on the pink bead of her clitoris and flashes of pure, unadulterated joy flamed through her sodden vaginal cave, timed with the pulsating throbs of burning lust constantly snapping through her small, extended nipples. She was already on the verge of another orgasm.
No, no, she had to learn to hold back - to restrain herself. The best was yet to come. She knew this from experience, now. She therefore fought off the urge to yield to the oncoming orgasm.
This time, he didn't merely flatten his tongue against the clitoral extension. This time, Hank formed his tongue into a scoop and pressed it into the lower vaginal hole. At the same time he compressed his thumbs and forefingers around her nipples. The pressure of his fingers and the movement of his tongue sliding up her slippery inner canal more than an inch as his upper lip caressed her tingling clitoris made the girl squeal and shudder, moving her body in time to the rhythm of his tongue-thrust.
"Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhhhaaaggghhhh!" she growled with passion shooting from every pore.
The beautiful little blonde sprayed a heavy quantity of lubricant all over the face of the older man, but he ignored it. The girl continued writhing, squealing and wriggling, and then she came as she hurled her orgasming vagina against his eagerly licking lips. His tongue kept on probing into her, wringing even greater spasms from the center of her shuddering body.
"Gggggh hhhhaa aaannn nggghh hhh! Ooooon nnnnng ggghhh hhhh! YMYA AAAGGG GGHHHH ... HHH HHAAAA AAIIII YMYA AAAAGG GGGHHH ... GGG GGHHHH AAAAAR RUGGG GGHHHH!" she screamed in a series of wild gurgling gasps and yelps that were as rapid as her orgasm.
Now he withdrew his tongue from her inner honeypot and began swiping it from side to side against her trembling clitoris, causing the lovely blonde to moan even louder. She gripped his head with both hands and slammed her vagina against his open mouth again and again, holding his face tightly to her spasming pussy until he had just about drained all the fluid from within her. When he lifted his head she saw him licking her colorless cream from his lips.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Jo-Ann murmured. I'd like to have you do that to me all day."
The second orgasm, while not quite as powerful as the initial one, was still terrific, and she had the feeling that with the passage of time, she would be able to feel even stronger climaxes. This man did things to her no one else had ever done, and she wondered just how many men were really knowledgeable as to how to do it the right way. She felt as if she had all but blasted through the roof.
Because her orgasm wasn't quite as all-consuming as the initial one, the lovely blonde didn't have that urge to fall asleep. She opened her eyes and stared lovingly at the man who she had always thought of as a friend, but whom she now thought of as a lover. He had introduced her to the "ways adults have fun" in such a manner she knew she was fast becoming an adult.
Looking down, he saw the rigid pole of his throbbing cock and knew she had to do something for him. It wasn't fair for her to continue receiving without actually giving. Besides, seeing how much the man had enjoyed giving to her, she decided she might enjoy the giving as much as the receiving.
"Are you sure you don't want to try and fit that in here?" she asked, pointing to his cock and then touching her vagina.
"All in good time," he assured her. "Not today. Today, you have to become familiar with the cock. It's also called a penis, a phallus, and a prick, but cock is as good a word as any."
"Uh, huh!" she nodded, eager to learn.
He sat beside her on the bed and said, "Kneel down in front of me, honey. The only way you're going to get to know the penis is for you to touch it. Don't be afraid of it. It doesn't have a life of its own, and it can't hurt you."
Though slightly apprehensive, the lovely blonde knew if things were to continue pleasantly for the two of them she would have to do as he said. Sighing, she slid off the bed and fell to her knees between his thighs, staring at the huge tan poker of flesh with the mottled violet head.
"Touch it!" he ordered.
Reaching out with her right hand, she let her palm press against the bole of the penis. It was hot, and though the outer flesh was soft, the underneath part was as hard as iron. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed. The harder she squeezed the hotter it seemed to get, and she was pleased to hear the man groan. Lord! She wondered what it was going to be like to take something as long and as thick into the tight, narrow channel of her vagina where the initial probing of his finger had caused some mild discomfort in the beginning.
Hank was on fire. Her small hand with her slender, delicate fingers wrapped around his mighty stalk had him shuddering. God! It felt fantastic to have a hand like that wrapped around his throbbing organ.
"Careful!" he gasped as she automatically began pumping it. "I don't want to come too fast, and that's just what'll happen if you keep on doing that."
She stopped jerking her small hand up and down and opened her fingers, feeling the huge penis jump in her hand. There was something in the urgency of the man's gasping voice that told her he was on the edge of releasing the same stuff he had pumped into the redheaded woman's vagina.
"Well, what should I do now?" the lovely little blonde asked.
"Ah, now there's a good question. You're still a virgin, and what's more you're not taking the birth control pill just yet so we have to use another orifice."
"I don't understand," Jo-Ann shrugged.
Smiling, he reached forward and cupped her head with the back of his right hand. Slowly, he brought her unresisting face closer and closer to the bobbing head of his throbbing penis. He continued tugging her face forward slightly until the hot tip brushed against her soft, heart-shaped lips.
"Your mouth," he told her. "don't worry. After all, didn't I use my mouth between your legs? All you're doing is returning the compliment, and believe me, you're going to like sucking on my cock as much as I enjoyed licking your cunt."
The lovely blonde allowed her tongue to experimentally lick out. She was frightened he might choke her to death with such a long, thick bludgeon, and yet she instinctively knew she would be able to trust this man. The tip of her tongue pressed against the underside of his penis, and then, like a paintbrush, it began licking up and down, up and down, tasting the hot, tangy masculine flesh. Some of his colorless leakage touched her tongue but it didn't taste bad. She even pulled it into her mouth and swallowed it.
Soon her tongue was licking the penis from top to bottom, all over, swirling over the head, slurping all over the full length of the throbbing, pulsating organ.
"Are you going to shoot that white stuff into my mouth?" she asked, pulling her head away.
"Not only that, but you, like a good little girl, are going to swallow every last little delicious drop of it. It's an acquired taste, but you'll soon learn to love it, believe me."
The idea of him shooting that hot, heavy white cream down her throat didn't exactly appeal to Jo-Ann. She wanted to think about it and opened her mouth to object, but he didn't give her an opportunity to do so. She gasped with surprise as he pulled on her head while hurling his lower half forward, the length of his hot prick nudging between her open lips, depressing her tongue, and pushing into her mouth. The rich scent of him made her head whirl as the meaty taste actually tantalized her tongue and palate. She compressed her lips around the corona of his penis, holding the throbbing tip in her mouth, letting her tongue wash from side to side on the underpart. She didn't quite know what else to do.
Opening her mouth some more, she allowed her tongue to continue rampantly along the underside, buffeting the full length of the organ the way his tongue had worked on her clitoris, earlier. The man moaned a loud, satisfied moan, and the little virgin knew she was on the right track. She swirled her tongue around and around the organ as he pushed more and more meat into her mouth, letting the head scrape her palate. She basted the throbbing phallus with her sputum, well aware of the man's fingers in her yellow hair. She made no more to resist as he tugged her face even closer to his groin.
"Yes, yes, yes, you have the hang of it," he gasped, sighing. "Suck me while you keep on using that lovely little tongue of yours. Don't let the edged of your teeth scrape the skin too hard. Lick and suck, lick and suck!"
It hadn't occurred to Jo-Ann that she was actually sucking on the meaty length of cock, but that was just what she was doing. She pulled all the more heartily on the organ, increasing her suction, and as a result the man groaned that much louder.
Jo-Ann understood now what was expected of her. What was more, Hank was right. She did enjoy what she was doing. She moved her tightly ringed lips back and forth on the heavy prod, feeling the rubbery head of the penis hit the back of her throat again and again. Her lips pulled out each time the penis retreated, and then folded in on themselves each time he thrust forward. All the while she continued swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing penis, causing the weighty staff to jump and leap and twitch in her grasping mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes," the man gasped, his voice excited now, letting Jo-Ann know how capable she was of arousing and exciting him. "Keep on doing that. I'm so close now, so close. I'm going to fire my sperm into that sweet and lovely mouth of yours, and you're going to drink it all down, honey, all of it. Don't be afraid! It can't hurt you!"
"Mmmmmmwwwffff!" she responded, nodding her head to let him know she was quite willing.
"Cup your hand under my balls," he said, pointing to his sac. "Squeeze them very lightly and they'll jump as I shoot. It'll make the orgasm that much better, honey,"
he gasped.
Jo-Ann didn't know why, but the heat in her own loins was continuing to mount. The sight of this strong, powerful man suddenly putty in her hands - or to be more correct, in her mouth - made her suddenly feel a chilling sense of shuddering desire. She rubbed his penile base with one hand while her other hands squeezed his balls, but what she noticed most of all was the fact that each time the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat, she felt a tingle, almost as if she were about to attain another orgasm, herself.
Her lips moved all the more rapidly up and down the firm length of his thick penis, and had it not been so thick, she would have tried cramming it into her gullet. Each time she pulled her head back, she sucked hardily on the rounded knob of his glans, feeling the sponginess of it, and then she pushed it to the back of her throat in order to feel the mounting sensation of climax in her own quivering young body. At the same time she continued squeezing his hairy scrotum, enjoying the convulsive feel of the testicles jumping up and down in the sac.
"OOHHHHHHH HHH ... HHH ... AAAAAA NNN ... HHHHHH .... YYY YYEEEE AAAGGG GGHHHH... AAA AAUUUU WWA AAAAAR RRGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGGHI-HHH UUUGGG HHH!" he bellowed, shouting with joy, his testicles all but exploding as his throbbing organ shuddered and twitched out of control.
The creamy semen seemed to explode inside the small girl's mouth, filling her oral cave to capacity, and she had just enough time to swallow before the next blast burst in, followed by countless others.
Yes, she swallowed ... and then swallowed, and then swallowed again. The initial spurt of the hot, white juice, while not really scalding, was still hot enough. It had a cloroxy taste, sour, salty, and yet ... yes ... as she thought about it while swallowing, she decided she definitely would be able to learn to like this taste. The burning young blonde sucked all the harder on the man's throbbing, gushing length of hosepipe, gripping the base with her fingers and tugging it wildly back and forth, milking uncounted waves of the frothy white seminal fluid from the tip of the expanded penis.
"Ummmmm mmmmmm mmm! Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmm! Yummmm mmmmmmm! Sss ssssss IIIIII Irrrrr rrpppp ppp!" she mouthed hungrily, drinking all the orgasming penis had to offer, drinking it into her gullet and letting it fall into the pit of her belly, giving her a warm sense of security.
In point of fact it gave her much more. The spirting sperm hit the series of nerve-endings in her throat that had been titillated by the head of the man's penis, and as a result, when he came, his sperm triggered an orgasm in her, as well. She found herself bouncing up and down on her knees on the carpeted floor as she continued hungrily sucking on the masculine length, mewling with uncontrolled pleasure at the discovery that his orgasm, even this way, was enough to make her climax. The orgasm rippled through her thighs, and hot, wet cunt juice gushed from the pit of her feminine being down her thighs.
On impulse, the beautiful young blonde nymphet pulled the heavy penis from her mouth and let the last few spurting drops splatter against her cheeks and forehead, and then she rubbed the leaking head of his penis against her nipples, not satisfied until each pink extension was coated with his leakage. The hot length of penis was already starting to shrivel in her hands, and for the first time she realized the prick didn't remain hard at all times. As a result, she felt somewhat disappointed.
"What's the matter?" Hank asked, seeing the disappointment on her face.
"I thought it stayed hard and long all the time," she told him.
"Don't worry," he told her. "A girl like you will be capable of making any man attain a new erection in almost no time, flat. However, since we really can't do too much more today, I suggest we both rest, especially since I assume you want to do this all over again tomorrow, and possibly the next day."
"Well, tomorrow, sure, but the next day is Saturday, and my folks will be home."
"Well, then, we'll just have to wait after tomorrow until your time of the month is up. Then we can get down to the real thing."
The real thing! Yes, that was what Jo-Ann now wanted more than anything - the real thing!
CHAPTER FOUR
Jo-Ann had often wondered just what it was her parents had done on those weekend mornings when they had closed and locked their bedroom door. Now she knew, but just for the heck of it, she wanted to observe.
Friday, she had gone to Hank Justin's house, and he had once again licked her pussy, after which she had sucked his cock, but here it was, Saturday morning, and she wanted to see her own parents in action. Yet she had no idea just how she was going to go about it. After all, they not only closed and locked the door, but also pulled down the window shades.
Jo-Ann finally decided Saturday morning was out of the question. Her period had come a day sooner than expected, which was just as well, since it meant she would eventually lose her own virginity a day sooner. She had gone to sleep that Saturday night feeling somewhat frustrated, yet she didn't let it bother her that much.
She woke to pitch darkness and looking at the illuminated hands of the small electric clock in her room, realized it was a little after two in the morning. After a moment of intense listening, she realized voices she had heard were not voices from a dream, but real voices. They were coming from downstairs in the family room. They had drifted up to her because her own bedroom was directly above the family room.
Curious, she slipped silently out of bed, moved down the two flights of carpeted stairs, hidden by the darkness. But as she got to the bottom, she realized there was a small lamp on in the family room, and peering inside she saw her parents. They had just returned from a party, they were half-drunk, and they were giggling.
"Come on, let's do it down here," her mother was saying.
"Fran, are you sure?" the father asked.
"Of course I'm sure," she nodded.
The mother turned around, and the father pulled down the zipper of her dress. Then there was the rustling of clothing as the two of them hurriedly got undressed.
"Dave, that prick of yours is really something," Fran was saying, making Jo-Ann realize her mother used the same words Hank had taught her.
The little girl looked at her father's penis. It was a large one, all right, though neither as long nor as thick as the one sported by Hank Justin.
"What about Jo-Ann?" her father whispered. "She might wake up."
"She won't," his wife assured him. "You just relax, for heavens' sake. She never moves once she's in bed. She'll be asleep until the morning and I'm not in the mood to climb the stairs and lock a door behind us for me to get this!" she insisted, gripping his throbbing cock.
As Jo-Ann watched, her mother fell to her knees and began sucking on her father's cock ... Jo-Ann's father's cock! She stared, astonished, finding it hard to believe her own parents did things like this, yet sure enough, there they were. So what Hank had taught her was, as he had said, something not perverted, but pure adult fun. After all, her parents were adults, and they were indulging.
Fran sucked loudly, enjoying it, making noises Jo-Ann had never made the two times she had sucked on Hank's penis. She noted the easily familiar way her parents moved, with her father holding her mother's cheeks between his palms as he pumped his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Jo-Ann assumed this came from years of familiarity, and she wondered if she would fall into such an easy pattern once she was married for a length of time. Well she didn't have to worry about anything like that. Marriage was still a good many years off.
"Sit on the edge of the lounge," Fran instructed her husband.
"Yes, that's it," she said as the man followed her instructions.
"Come on, spread your legs farther apart. Oh, for God's sake, Dave," she hissed impatiently. "Take your pants off from around your ankles, will you. I can't even get at your balls like this."
Dave got to his feet and Jo-Ann was able to see as he stepped out of his shoes and pulled his feet out of his pants. Fran almost knocked her husband down in her eagerness to get at the penis and pull it into her mouth.
Jo-Ann went on watching, listening, thinking she might learn something. But so far, everything she had done with Hank had been more fun than she saw her parents doing.
Jo-Ann's mother was on her knees, and the young girl heard the greedy sounds of the older woman's slurping as she formed her lips into a tight vacuum around the throbbing penis.
"Ummmmmm ... hey, you're leaking lubrication, honey," Fran said to her husband. "Ummmmmmm! God! I just can't get enough of that luscious beef roll of yours. I love the size of it, the shape of it, everything about it. With a cock like this, you're a real Greek god. Ummmmmmm yummmmmmmm..."
Jo-Ann noticed her father had an extra cup-shaped piece of skin on the tip of his penis, something Hank didn't have. She noticed her mother using her tongue inside the foreskin, making her father moan and groan, after which she made an oval of her lips and began pulling on the red glans.
Dave shifted his muscular hips and continued hurling the full length of his cock into his wife's mouth with uncontrolled delight.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he whispered. "Fuck it with your mouth, honey ... fuck it! You love my big piece of meat, don't you? Ohhhh ... easy there, careful ... watch those lovely teeth of yours. I ... uhhhh ... don't want you biting anything off. Yeah ... uuuunnnnhhhhh ... hhhhhaaaannnhhhh ... yeah ... that's it ... that's good ... you have a mouth as tight as a virgin's cunt. Jeee-ssssussssss ... I think I can feel those tonsils of yours. Oh, what a sweet pair of lips you have on you, honey."
Jo-Ann felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of what her parents were doing. She shuddered as she dipped fingers into her pajama pants and touched her clitoris, feeling sizzling sensations charge wildly through her as she touched herself.
"Oh, wow!" her mother was gasping. "My jaw hurts, lover. Mmmmm ... tell me, did you like what I did?"
Jo-Ann smiled to herself. If her mother's jaw hurt from sucking her father's penis, she wondered how her mother's jaw would feel after sucking Hank Justin's. She knew her own jaw always ached a little, but it never really hurt.
There was the heavy sound of Jo-Ann's father's breathing. He was making small gasping sounds like. "Aaaaannnnnhhhhh ... ooonnnnnhhhh. . . ." as he continued fucking his wife in the mouth.
Jo-Ann felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she continued rubbing her clitoris in spite of the fact that she had a pad on to absorb her menstrual leakage. Because she was still so young, she didn't really bleed heavily, and she had just replaced a pad before going to bed. The newer pad was still dry.
"Oh, my, this is so good," Fran was gasping, and once again used her mouth to cover the broad, blood-swollen knob.
She supported the base of it with her hand as Jo-Ann had done with Hank, and then let her mouth slide up the full length of it, withdrawing her hand at the last moment, sticking and slurping all over the throbbing organ. Jo-Ann realized her mother had to be taking a lot of that cock in her throat, and she understood that she was probably just as capable of doing the same thing with Hank's cock. From the way Dave was tensing, it looked as if he was getting ready to shoot into Fran's mouth.
But Jo-Ann was astonished to see her mother slip out of her dress and squirm from the grip her father had on the older woman's face. She was totally naked underneath, having removed her underthings when Jo-Ann had come down the stairs. She smiled at her husband and said, "Do it in the ass, this time."
"In the ass?" her husband asked, as she walked to the downstairs bathroom and returned with a tube of lubricating jelly.
"Right up the old kazoo," Fran smiled.
Jo-Ann was astonished. It never occurred to her a woman was capable of taking a penis in her rectum.
Dave took the tube of jelly, smeared some on his fingers, then pushed his fingers into his wife's behind.
"Not too much now," Fran warned. "I don't want you either falling out or going all the way up to my large intestine," she told him licentiously.
She was still wearing her high-heeled shoes which did add a sense of sensuality to her as she bent over the small lamp table after removing the lamp, her rear cheeks upward and quivering, inviting Dave to come on in.
Dave rubbed his fingers in widening circles on her rectal opening until he had covered all of the puckered rubber ring as well as the inner walls beyond with the jelly. He pressed first one finger in and out of the rectal opening, then two, and finally three.
Fran tightened and straightened up a little, her wide-apart asscheeks clenching around his probing fingers. She began moaning and writhing, squirming uncontrollably as he continued probing his fingers in and out, pushing the trio of fingers ever deeper into her narrow rectal opening, wearing down the stubborn will of the puckered sphincter. The woman's rounded assglobes pouted at him like two, white shiny orbs against the tanner color of her lower thighs.
Jo-Ann stared, awed by it all, fascinated as her father's fingers continued working in and out of the narrow aperture of her mother's ass. She wondered if her father might actually split her poor mother right in half with his hard cock.
Fran kept wriggling her buttocks toward her husband each time he thrust his fingers forward, helping him as he pushed the jelly deeper and deeper into her rear-end.
"Come on, come on, get on with it already," she panted. "Fuck my ass, Dave. Put that luscious pole of yours all the way inside me ... split me wide open with it like you always do ... stop fingering my little hole."
Dave reached out and grasped the blonde woman's writhing body as their daughter continued watching from the dark stairway. He wrapped one arm around her waist and gripped his throbbing organ with the other hand. He pushed his wife even farther across the lamp table until she was lying completely across it with her breasts dangling down one side of and her legs dangling down the other side, her toes just barely touching the floor. He parted her cheeks with one hand and nosed his hard penis against the well-greased opening as she strained her rear-end toward him.
Their heavy irregular breathing was the only sound in the night air.
Dave reached under Fran, and finding that difficult, reached around and finally managed to grab one of her full, dangling breasts. Jo-Ann wondered if she would have breasts as full as her mother's when she was fully matured. Dave jammed his thrusting cock against the tiny anal star, and the blonde woman slammed her rear straight back. That was when penetration occurred.
"Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, Christ! Wowwwwwwwww! Yesssssssss!" the blonde woman moaned aloud.
She tightened her muscles for a moment, then relaxed. In the instant that she relaxed, he probed forward, jamming his penis that much more deeply into the center of her rear canal, feeling the rubbery narrowness of her anal opening clamp tightly around his driving thickness.
"Be mean to me!" Fran moaned. "Hurt me ... fuck me hard in the ass ... don't stop ... fuck me ... fuck, me ... fuck me..."
Jo-Ann realized her mother was enjoying what her father was doing, and she came to the natural conclusion that if she was capable of attaining satisfaction with a penis rubbing against her gullet from the inside, it was probably equally possible to attain a similar satisfaction with a penis rubbing the walls of her rectum. No wonder her mother was enjoying it so much.
Dave pulled almost all of his throbbing penis from her narrow stricture, pausing for a brief instant more for effect than anything else, and then he crammed it right back in again with a wildly vicious drive. His hands were gripping his wife's hips and Jo-Ann was able to see his fingers biting into her mother's skin. In, then out, in, then out, and she moaned and made small efforts to escape, only to arch her back again as he began another drive. He ploughed into her ass as if it were a virgin cunt, his hard cock plunging between the mounds of her white cheeks, standing there like a Greek statue, tightening, and then gasping, "AAAAAA RRRRRG GGGHHH HHH ... GGGGGH HHHAAA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHHU UUUNNN NNGGGG HHHHHA AAAUUU GGGHHH!" as he fired his load of seminal fluid into her rectum.
Fran had her own orgasm, but it was a silent one, and she shuddered and shook the entire time, her rectal tunnel squeezing her husband's throbbing cock so tightly, it appeared she might uproot it.
The half-drank woman kept wriggling her ass toward her husband as the two of them came and came and came. Jo-Ann, still touching her clitoris, was so entranced by the sight of her parents fucking, she didn't realize she had also had a minor orgasm of sorts. It had never occurred to her to even try taking a man's penis in her rectum, and she was certain Hank Justin would never have suggested it to her, because she knew her asshole was so much tinier than her vaginal opening, and he had forewarned her, the first time they fitted his stiff length of fleshy prod into the narrow osculum that was her cunt the stretching would be uncomfortable, at best. How much more uncomfortable would it feel to have a penis in that tiny little tunnel in her rear. Yet her mother had handled it with no trouble whatsoever, loving it even when it seemed to hurt. As far as Jo-Ann was concerned, this meant she ought to be able to handle Hank's penis anywhere in her body.
Turning, the lovely golden-haired imp made her way back up to her bedroom where she slid between the sheets. Her orgasm had overpowered her and she was now more tired than she had believed. Slowly she began drifting off to dreamland, but not before she was aware of her parents coming into her room to cheek on her.
"Look at her," her mother was whispering, "Doesn't she look like an angel?"
"Yes," her father nodded. "To think, someday she'll grow up."
"And some man will do to her what you do to me," the mother smiled.
"I'll kill the son of a bitch first," Jo-Ann's father growled, and then the lovely blonde was asleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Aroused as she was by the sight of her parents, Jo-Ann managed to keep secret what she had seen until the fifth day following the start of her period, by which time said period was over. She and Hank Justin had seen each other, and she had found it intriguing to be with the older man and not do anything physical. The young girl discovered how much she simply enjoyed Hank's company, thinking of him as a kind of second father when he wasn't erotically handling her. They went walking for a whole afternoon, once she had finished her home chores. But she had been anticipating the end of her period, and it had finally come.
That morning, once her parents were gone, Jo-Ann had followed Hank's instructions concerning the washing out of her vagina. Then she had hurried to his house, dressed only in a small blue halter and blue shorts, wearing only rubber sandals on her feet. That was when she told the older man about what she had witnessed between her parents.
"Yes," Hank had nodded. "People do occasionally fuck that way. I don't think you're anywhere near ready for it, though. When you are ready for it, if you want, I'll do it to you. But for today, I think we should concentrate on something that will be pure fun for the both of us."
"You said it would hurt a little," Jo-Ann reminded him.
"Only the first time," he assured her, "and if done right, the hurt will go away quickly and be replaced by pleasure. Are you really sure this is what you want to do?"
"Yes," Jo-Ann breathed in reply.
The two of them were standing in Hank's kitchen, and he produced the plastic holder with the birth control pills. They agreed it would be wiser to keep the pills here in Hank's house. She would stop by every day, and whether or not they actually did anything, she would take a pill.
As she swallowed it with a glass of water, a little thrill of wonderfully forbidden desire coursed through her nymph-like form. It was the thrill of taking the next monumental step in her young life after having learned how to perform fellatio. As a result, she felt a sexually arousing thrill far stronger than anything she had ever previously felt. In the core of her youthfully maturing body she felt a molten heat the like of which she had never previously known. She was at an age where what had once been a mystery to her was finally becoming knowledge. The lovely blonde girl was certain one or two of her other friends already knew some of the things she knew, even if they hadn't actually indulged in them as she had. It would be a treat to stand and listen to the other girls talk about what they imagined sex to be like, while silently knowing all about it, herself. Yes, she wanted to be fucked. Fucked! What a lovely word. It had always seemed like such a dirty word before. Now it sounded so wonderful. Her breasts, still really undeveloped save for a slight swelling, had nipples that were beginning to grow as long as the top joint of her little finger. She knew her buttocks were starting to round out much like her mother's, and though she really had no hair on her pussy, it, too, would shortly start to grow. More than all this, she had discovered how strong was her need for sex. Youthful as she was, she was passionate, perhaps even more passionate than her mother.
The images forming in the lovely blonde girl's youthful brain were already beginning to have certain physical effects on her - images of what she and Hank had done, as well as images of what the pair of them intended doing. She inwardly felt a gentle twitching in the shuddering depths of her quivering belly, and the soft pink lips between her slender, girlish thighs began leaking, secreting heavy droplets of hot, wet, sticky vaginal oil. It was a secretion far stronger than anything she had ever previously felt, and this caused her to unconsciously tighten and loosen the muscles in her cuntal depths until they were moving in a sexual cadence. Her girlish nipples were already hardening under her halter as the picture of what she and Hank would shortly be doing sharpened in her mind. Looking down, she saw the stiff cock of the older man pressing against his pants, and she knew he was as aroused as she. It thrilled her that much more to know that she, a young pubescent girl, was capable of arousing so much desire in this handsome older man.
Hank moved over to her and put his arm around Jo-Ann's shoulder, sensing the way the lovely young blonde was trembling as something deep and animalistic began taking control of her sexy young body. For the umpteenth time he chastised himself for allowing himself to feel as he did about a girl this young, and yet he was unable to help himself. He had discovered her to be more sensuous and desirable than any woman he had ever previously known. It wouldn't be long now. Soon the hammerhead of his throbbing cock would be smashing its way through the membranous barrier in her narrowly tight cunt, and he would be thrilling to the vaginal pressure she would exert on his massive organ.
Picking her up, he carried her trembling young body upstairs, telling Pretty to stay downstairs. The dog didn't need to be told. She didn't like going upstairs during the day. He carried Jo-Ann into the bedroom where he'd had the sheets pulled back, ready and waiting, and deposited her on the bed, sitting beside her. The man began stroking the young girl's shoulder, allowing his hand to slide slowly and lightly down the length of her arm, moving more slowly than ever before, as if he had never touched her. He was well aware the tips of his fingers were having an electric effect on the lovely young girl as she leaned toward him and buried her beautiful face against his chest while her hands clutched at the tee shirt he was wearing. He sensed a quickening of her breath as he continued stroking her.
Bringing his hand up, he slid it across her slender back now, then let his fingers move down, down, down, almost to the curve of her sweet young buttocks only to bring it up once again and tease along the ridge of her backbone. All the while he breathed heavily into her golden hair, whispering to her, "The time has come, Jo-Ann. Just you and me. We don't have to wait any longer. Believe me, I've done this with countless women and every one of them loved it. It's the most wonderful thing that can happen between a male and a female. You're going to love it, Jo-Ann. You'll love it more than having your cunt lapped, or sucking my cock. Just tell me one more time that you're certain you're ready. I don't want you thinking I'm forcing you into this."
"You're not forcing me, Hank," she replied in a soft, girlish voice. I want you to fuck me!"
She was panting more and more heavily, breathing hot fire through the thin fabric of his tee shirt. She knew precisely what he was saying, knew the implications of it, and knew the answer she had given, and as a result her heart began beating that much more quickly.
This all seemed so right. Nothing had ever seemed more right. Having seen her parents in action, and having indulged in sex to some slight degree, she had to know it all. She didn't want to grow up like other girls, learning about sex through frustrated groping in parked cars. She wanted to do everything, and she wanted to do it all with Hank, a man who really knew what he was doing. Some girls thought they needed some kind of excuse to indulge in something like this, but Jo-Ann knew the only reason for doing something like this, was simply because she wanted to do it, and she enjoyed it. The fact that she had seen her mother doing it merely reassured her there was nothing wrong with it. She found herself quivering with arousal, knowing for certain the moment of her initiation into actual fucking was at hand. She looked forward to it, welcoming it with open arms, or in this case, with open legs.
Hank sensed the internal fires burning within the lovely young girl, but then he would never have suggested they go this far had he not been absolutely certain of her. At this moment she was ready, really primed, and he knew what she had seen with her parents had aroused her that much more. He gently moved his hand to her rounded young shoulder again, and then lightly let his palm drift down until it was resting flatly against her young breast. He rubbed the nipple with his open palm again and again, as he had done so often, feeling the shivers charge through the girl. It wasn't as if he hadn't done this before, but this time they both knew what he was doing would lead to the ultimate act - the act for which she had girded herself by taking the pill. His thumb depressed the hardened young nipple, his heart pounding that much more wildly in his chest and the stallion-thick cock leaping like a wild beast seeking to escape from his trousers.
'Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss...' Jo-Ann thought, feeling all kinds of tingling sensations charging uncontrollably through her quivering young body.
Yes, yes, she wanted more, much more. She knew she was going to love it, just as her mother loved having a penis in her rectal opening.
'I'm going to be fucked. Fucked! What more wonderful thing in the world is there?'
The handsome older man continued to skillfully stroke her nipples, compressing his fingers around the rubbery extensions all the more firmly. He felt the way they welled up inside the halter top that all but lay flatly against her body. Then, as his fingers had done so often before, they dipped into the halter to touch the bare smoothness of her silken young flesh.
Jo-Ann's hips began helplessly writhing on the bed, spiraling in delight because of what she was feeling. She turned her lovely body a bit more toward Hank, her sweet face lifting, her eyes softly closed. He leaned forward and covered her mouth with kisses, flicking his tongue between her teeth, letting it rest against her own oral organ and the two of them licked and kissed hungrily, silently exchanging vows of carnality.
His fingers were now firmly pinching the solid bud of her shuddering nipple, squeezing almost to the point of pain, letting Jo-Ann understand why her mother had asked her father to "hurt her" when fucking her in the. ass. There was a point at which pain became arousingly pleasant. All the while Hank's tongue continued to probe mercilessly in and out of the lovely pony-tailed girl's young mouth. She made tiny excited purring sounds.
His strong hands slid from her tiny halter and moved lower, touching the flesh of her bare thigh, sliding along her heated young skin, moving higher and higher under the loose legband of her summer shorts.
Farther and farther his fingers moved, causing the lovely girl to shiver with continually mounting passion and erotic arousal. Then the tips of his fingers, as they had done before, were touching the damp crotch of her panties. His practiced digits slid beneath the elastic and began rubbing teasingly, moving up and down the wet, hairless little crack of her sodden vaginal slash as Jo-Ann automatically spread her thighs to help him that much more.
Good as it had felt all the other times, it felt that much better today to the young blonde. She was drunk with passion, aroused as never before, his fingers, to her, feeling so much better than when she had titillated her own clitoris that previous Saturday night. Ohhhh yesssssss ... she was going to become a whole woman, at last.
The strong seemingly penis-like probing of his driving fingers pushed the passion-drenched crotchband of her filmy pink panties aside, and Hank extended his expert middle finger, letting it slip into the wetly trembling center of the lovely girl's virginal pussy. This time he pushed the fingertip in strongly, deeply, not stopping until it had encountered the elasticity of her virginal membrane. Then he slid the finger back and out, letting it move higher until it began massaging the tiny bud of her clitoris, feeling her drenching oils follow his manual digit. He gripped the clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly, making Jo-Ann gasp aloud. Then he alternately stroked and tweaked it again and again. He was exciting her by the feel of what he was doing, and he was becoming more and more aroused by her youthful softness as well as the vibrating shudders coming from her firm young body. His breath came in heavy pants, his tongue plunging between her lips, fucking her mouth as mercilessly as his cock had done twice before.
There was no stopping the two of them now, and both, the man and the young girl knew it. There was only one ending to all this; one fulfillment; one finality to what had all started out when Jo-Ann had teasingly come to him the previous week and asked him to do with her what he had done with Susan. Jo-Ann didn't feel fear. She had seen Susan's reaction and knew her own would be equally strong. She was a sensual female, and if pain had to be endured for her to attain that ultimate pleasure, then so be it! Susan had cried out with bliss. So had her mother. There was no reason on earth why she ought not to do the same. The sooner it happened, the sooner she would know what it was like to really be a fulfilled young woman.
Hank made her lie back on the firm foam-rubber mattress, his probing middle finger continuing to tantalize her naked clitoris, his tongue continuing to rub in and out of her mouth as his cock had previously done, enjoying the sensual way she sucked on the lingual organ, much the way she had sucked on his cock. Abruptly, he pulled his hungering lips from hers, then hoisted himself to his knees above her supine young form. His feverish fingers went to work, unsnapping the buttons on her shorts, hooking into the waistband of the garment as well as the waistband of her bikini panties. Slowly, oh, so slowly he began sliding the shorts and soft panties down over her youthfully firm, albeit trembling thighs and knees. Obediently the trembling young blonde arched her lovely back and lifted her buttocks in order to help him. Once again the loveliness of her bare vagina came into view, more arousing than any cunt he had ever seen with hair around it. He felt thrilled and excited, more desirous than ever, knowing he was shortly going to plumb those tight and luscious depths.
Finally he slipped her shorts and panties from her ankles, tugging them off and tossing them to the floor. Jo-Ann lurched, sitting up, panting heavily as she pulled on her halter before realizing she had to unsnap, it. This she did, slipping it from her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Then. she lay down again. She was once again totally naked and lying on Hank's bed, completely at the man's hungering mercy. He sat there, drinking in her youthful loveliness, accepting her delightfully tender nubile form. She watched the way he looked at her, feeling her vagina grow wet because of the inner excitement she was feeling.
The beautifully aroused young girl began feeling new kinds of spasmodic jolts ripple through her naked pussy, and she realized she was having a mini-orgasm merely from having Hank stare at her. She shuddered even more when his hands reached out and flatly impressed themselves against the small swells that would one day grow into large, round firm breasts. Her lack of mammary flesh didn't seem to bother him at all. She heard him gasp with delight when he pressed his palms against the satin loveliness while he pressed against the budding rubberiness of her extended nipples. Then he once again began rolling his fingers across the diamond-like buds of innocence, tweaking them to a state of even far greater arousal. Thrill followed thrill as he once again lowered his head, pressing his lips to her chest so that his mouth was able to nurse on the extended nipples. His hungry oral cave opened wide, then clamped down on the throbbing buds as he flicked maddeningly with his tongue and built arousal that much more strongly inside her.
Jo-Ann groaned again, her hips beginning a slow and undulating rhythm on the bed, a rhythm that was instinctive in all women who had the urge to be fucked,
Hank continued sucking the young girl's nipple while he moved closer to her on the bed, moaning out his excitement at the perfection of her youthful body. His hands removed themselves from her at that moment, and Jo-Ann, with her eyes closed, was aware the man was hastily undressing. He was on his feet next to the bed, and he said to her, "Take a good look at it, honey. Look at the cock you've sucked twice, and know it's the one that's going to pierce that wonderful little love-tunnel of yours."
The desire maddened young girl slowly opened her lovely eyes and stared at him. She saw him kneeling on the edge of the bed beside her, his body was naked as hers, his face grimacing with as much desire as she. Her gaze moved along the length of his muscular form and came to rest on the fulcrum of his body. She stared at the thickly swollen, solidly enlarged, purple-headed phallic fencepost she had already taken into her mouth twice before. Just looking at it made her salivate and she drew her breath sharply inward, her eyes wide with lust. She had sucked it, tasted it, drank the essences that came from its tip, and still merely looking at it took her breath away. She wanted to feel it in the depths of her vagina.
Lord! After having seen her father's, Jo-Ann realized just how much larger this penis was. It was the first cock she had seen up close, the only one in fact, since her father's had been across the room. At the moment it looked more immense, harder, more blood-filled and swollen and desirable than at any other time. She imagined that monstrous shaft burying its full length as far as possible in the soft and fleshy depths of her tantalizing vagina, and a quiver of longing vibrated through her. Yet she wondered how her narrow canal was going to open wide enough to handle such a monster.
Her body temporarily went rigid on the bed as her mouth opened in awe. Yes, it was hers, all hers! She was going to have it buried in the center of her being.
"You just relax, gorgeous little girl," the handsome man panted, staring at her. "The pain will be minimal, and over with before you know it. After that, it'll be pure pleasure. Trust me!"
His words had a relaxing effect on the lovely little nymphet and her tantalizing body slowly relaxed. He had promised to keep the pain down, and if he said he would do it, then she believed him. She trusted Hank Justin.
Once again the roaring desire for his cock consumed her inner self and she acted as if she had been mesmerized by his magic wand. Her imagination was running wild as her mind pictured how it would feel to have such a monster inside her. She was certain she was already able to feel the joy it promised.
Dreamily she watched this older man, who had become her lover, hoist himself beside her, lying down next to her own form. His head once again moved to her chest, his mouth wandering willy-nilly across her breasts, his tongue licking at the upstanding nipples.
She moaned softly with inner desire as she watched the way he tongued first one nipple, then the other, sucking each into his hungering mouth. He licked and sucked at the rigid points until she ached to scream because of the thrilling pleasure she was feeling coursing through her vibrating form. Though he had thrilled her with his kisses before, the knowledge that he was about to fuck her heightened her senses that much more.
Hank's eyes stared hungrily at the lovely whitish pink of the lovely blonde's outer labia lined in the center with a deep rich pink. Her slender thighs had a whiteness to them down to where her shorts normally ended, and from there on down, her legs were hued a rich bronze. But between those luscious white thighs was her treasure trove, coral, cute, open to his eyes, not hidden in any way by hair that would one day grow around it.
Jesus! She was one beautiful young girl, really beautiful. He had never known a full-grown woman to be as delightfully exciting as this sweet and innocent girl. That cunt - that tight pussy - God! He had tasted it twice, and it had a flavor that was so rich and tantalizing, he would have crammed his mouth against it once more had he not intended to use his cock there. The sight of it, so cute ... just waiting for his throbbing prick, had him boiling over.
The man's hungering brain was a boiling ocean of wanton lust. He spread the lovely slender thighs wider apart, really exposing the full splendor of her inner labia, letting his eyes feast themselves on the luscious beauty within. Then he hoisted himself directly over her, moving between her palpitating young loins, inching slowly forward so that the purple head of his throbbing phallus just touched the moistness of her delightfully pink crack. She began jerking convulsively the instant she felt the initial contact and quivered as the head of his cock slowly forced her tenderly narrow lips to widen. Her clutching little tunnel found itself being made wide and wider, and a tremor of fear passed through her. She didn't know if she would be able to withstand this much longer. The inner stretching was uncomfortable. Granted, she felt no real pain yet, but she imagined that she would feel the hurt as the penis sank deeper.
Her body shook and trembled when the cock-head touched her still-intact, stretched-across hymen, and she moaned loudly, her head wildly flailing from side to side, her pony-tailed blonde hair whipping about her beautiful young face. Her tiny nipples bobbled a little, betraying the fact that her breasts were somewhat more swollen than she had believed. Shuddering, she prepared for the first complete invasion of her vagina by a penis.
Hank would have thrust his penis solidly into her, snapping the cherry instantly had she been an adult woman, but because she was still growing and so inwardly narrow, he controlled that powerful erotic desire to thrust firmly into her. This time it all had to be done slowly to keep her tunnel from widening too quickly, thus causing her heavy bleeding. Being gentle with her would pay off, since he intended fucking her as much as possible for at least the rest of the summer.
Drawing back a little, he once again pushed the rock-hard head of his phallus into the narrowly tight and elastic hole of her squeezing little cunt, holding his breath to maintain perfect control. The man's powerful knees were placed so they held the luscious young blonde's thighs wide open, keeping her tight pussy available to the driving length of his solid cock. The hollows of her sculptured inner loins jerked strongly, drawing his body ever closer between them as if he were being pulled into her by an electromagnet. He pressed forward every-so-slowly, shoving more and more of his magnificently throbbing phallus into the tightness of her never-before-breached vagina. He watched her youthful face grimace as she struggled beneath him, feeling mild pain that would shortly, very shortly turn into unchained and totally unleashed and maddening passion.
Finally, at last, as the lovely girl felt she was ready to scream, something inside her gave. It hurt even more, but it was only for an instant, and then the pain began slowly diminishing. The mighty truncheon now powered forward, sinking deeper and deeper until it was finally buried to its full length in the teeming center of her. Her clasping pussy tightly clamped itself around the organ, sucking on it as eagerly as her mouth had done.
Jo-Ann, her body oscillating between agony and passion, felt the mighty muscle filling her with its massivity, an organ that was swollenly thick and hard. Her inner muscles, which she had unconsciously exercised earlier, now worked around the fence-post of cock, clinging hungrily, anxiously to it, overwhelming her with a feeling of completion now that the pain was disappearing. God! It was good, really good, and the pain only made her appreciate it this first time that much more. The thick priapic probe was much more than she had ever dreamed. There had been pain, as he had warned her, but because he had warned her, she had been ready for it, possibly expecting much more. As a result, there was no sweeping agony. Young as she was, and narrowly tight as she was, Jo-Ann realized her cunt was holding the entire length and breadth of the man's throbbing cock, and since she was able to handle all of him, she knew the rapture would build higher and higher.
Slowly now, easily, not wanting to frighten her, the man started sliding his throbbing organ backward until all but the cock-head was out of her. Then he fucked that marvelous pillar right back into her young, gloriously taut twat using careful, even, lengthy grinding strokes. Every fiber in her youthful body clamored for more, and Hank in order to hold back that part of him screaming for immediate release, tried concentrating on something other than what he was doing. Somehow he had to alleviate the great pressure building in his balls without coming too quickly. He had to make this really good for Jo-Ann.
The thick length of his burning phallus once again sank into the deep recesses of the lovely, squirming young blonde's vaginal trough, retreated, and then submerged again, the head butting against the back wall of her vaginal interior. The hot, wet walls of her ever-intensifying cunt began tightening that much more strongly around the hardened length and girth of the mighty column.
"Ohh hhhh ... hhhhha aaaaaa nnnnnh hhhhh ... wow wwwwww wwwww!" the young girl gasped. "It's good, really good. Cuntlapping was terrific, but this ... this is something I was never able to imagine. Gee! I never realized it was this good. I'm glad you introduced me to fucking, Hank. I'm really glad."
"Not as glad as I am," he gasped.
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... almost there," she told him. I think ... if you come ... it'll trigger me. Come inside me, Hank. I want to know what it feels like to have that tasty sperm jetting through me. Oh, wow! I can hardly wait!"
Her words drove the handsome man into a fevered pitch, making him move his body that much more swiftly. She had told him she wanted him to climax, and climax he would, right inside her. Her hot cunt was completely fastened to his throbbing cock now and there was no need for him to hold back. Being tender at this point would be a waste. What they both needed for a satisfactory orgasm was a hard-driving series of slams.
Hank began slamming his pulsating wand into the sodden depths of her sucking cunt, nailing it in as deep and as hard as possible, driving every last millimeter of his thick steampole all the way into her youthful belly, feeling the tight walls of her sucking interior all but skin the outer layer of flesh from his prick. The gigantic, swollen sac of his weighty testicles rammed against her wetly quivering flesh, moving between her widespread legs as he machine-gunned his throbbing poker in and out of her, withdrawing, ramming forward, withdrawing, ramming forward. Faster and faster his mighty cock continued slamming into the narrow tunnel, widening her two pairs of labia as she heaved and bucked under him over and over. She was a young mare under a stud stallion, rapidly learning alt the movements involved in sexual union, her thighs now locked firmly around his hard-driving hips. Hank knew he was going to fire at any moment.
Abruptly, he found himself spurting, the fountain of his hard cock jerking out of control into the softness of her elastic vagina, feeling her convulse with him.
"HHHHHHA AAAIII YYYYYA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAANNN NGGGGH HHHAAA RRRRRG GGGHHH UUUUUW WWWAAA ANNNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAGGGG HHHHH!" Hank bellowed as great waves of delight swirled through his testicles each time he fired another salvo of fiery sperm into the young girl's receptive pussy.
He splashed fluid into her again and again, a never-ending flow of white fluid filling her girlish center. The semen overflowed and dripped out of her, falling in a pool on the sheet beneath her quivering ass and thighs as she heaved her crotch upward again and again.
Now it was Jo-Ann's turn. She was aware of the searing heat of his seminal fluid splashing against the walls of her interior self, and that was when her own gasping orgasm finally took place, far greater than anything she had ever previously known when he had used his tongue or she had sucked his cock.
"EEEEEI IIIIIY YYYAAA IIIIIG GGGHHHHHHAAAA IIIIIE EEEEY YYYYYA AAAIII YYYYAA AAAGGG GGHHHH WWWWWAAAAII IIIIII YYYYYA AAGGGG HHH" she shrieked out her release, letting him know how totally fulfilled she felt as her entire frame quivered with wave after wave of blissfully delightful sensation pouring over and through her.
At long last it was over, and the man collapsed on top of the pretty blonde girl. He lay there for uncounted minutes, and Jo-Ann was astonished to. realize she was able to hold his weight. As time passed, her strength waned, and he began getting heavy. By then, he rolled off.
"Golly!" she smiled. "So that's what it's all about."
"That's what it's all about," he nodded, taking a Wet One from a container on the night stable near his bed and wiping his groin, letting her see the light smear of her virginal blood. "The only difference is, now you won't have to worry about pain. In the future it will all be pleasure."
"Do I have to take a pill just before we do it each time?" she asked.
"One pill a day takes care of everything," he assured her.
"Hey, I liked it a lot," she admitted. "But this doesn't mean I want to give up all the other things we've learned."
"Don't be silly," he laughed. "We can do a little bit of everything. In fact, now that you no longer have a hymen, I can teach you how to douche. Once we've douched all that sperm and virginal blood out of you, and I've regained some of my strength, I'll want to do a little feeding."
"Oh, my, yes, I'd like that," Jo-Ann nodded.
He ushered her into the bathroom and showed her how to use the syringe bag, and as she sat in the bathtub, cleaning out her interior, Jo-Ann smiled to herself, thinking, 'I believed this was going to be a dull summer. Goes to show how wrong a girl can be.'
This was only the beginning of the summer, too.
CHAPTER SIX
If there was one girl Jo-Ann had wished had gone away for the summer it was Maggie Troy. Maggie was one year older than her sister Mary, who was Jo-Ann Carlton's best friend. But in order to send Mary to summer camp, Maggie's parents had to keep their elder daughter home.
Maggie was almost two inches taller than Jo-Ann, and her hair was a slightly darker blonde. Unlike her chunky sister, she was skinny, skinnier than Jo-Ann, and yet for all her thinness she had started rounding out very nicely. Facially she had the misfortune to resemble her father rather than her mother, which meant she had a long nose and thin lips. Her father was a handsome man, but he would have made an awful-looking woman. As a result, Maggie was a far-
from-beautiful girl. This caused her to develop an inferiority complex, and this, in turn made her pick on all of her sister's friends even though her mother had promised that when her nose had stopped growing, she would take Maggie to a plastic surgeon. So day after day during the school year Maggie would pick on her prettier sister and pick even more on the beautiful Jo-Ann. Was it therefore any wonder that Jo-Ann wanted nothing to do with Maggie during the summer vacation?
However, Maggie, like Jo-Ann, was home all the time, and she lived down the block from Hank Justin's home. As a result, she saw Jo-Ann going there all the time. At first, she thought it was because the younger girl wanted to play with Pretty, the dog. But when she saw Jo-Ann go into the house day after day, and Pretty remained out in the yard, she knew it was something more.
Maggie, for all her obnoxious behavior, was an extremely intelligent girl, and as a result was a year ahead of other girls her age in school, which meant she was two years ahead of Jo-Ann. This also meant she was privy to discussions that went on between girls older than herself, and Maggie had more than an inkling as to what sex was all about, though no boy had so much as hinted he was interested in her. Quite naturally, Maggie became somewhat of a prude outwardly, since if boys showed no interest in her, she, in turn, refused to show an interest in them, But internally she was burning up with curiosity.
It followed then that when Maggie saw Jo-Ann going into Hank Justin's home day after day she began to suspect what was going on. Her initial inclination had been to tell her parents who, in turn, would tell Jo-Ann's parents. That would fix that little brat. But without realizing it, Maggie had reached what might be called the reasoning age. She reasoned that it would do her no good to tell on Jo-Ann since all it would do would be to get Jo-Ann, and possibly Hank Justin, in hot water. The idea was to get Jo-Ann out of the picture but at the same time keep Hank Justin around and make use of him herself. So telling her parents was out. But being an avid watcher of TV, Maggie understood the word blackmail, and she was going to blackmail Jo-Ann into letting her learn whatever it was Jo-Ann was learning from Hank. She knew she was no raving beauty, but if she was able to make Hank Justin do "things" with her, she'd be able to forget about how plain she was.
So the Monday following Jo-Ann's defloration, when the younger blonde, dressed in her halter and shorts was walking toward Hank's house, Maggie, coming from the opposite direction, intercepted her. The taller, older girl was proud of her developing breasts and wore no bra under her white t-shirt. Her dark nipples stood out clearly against the shirt, but she seemed not to notice.
"Well, well, well, going back to Hank's house again, huh, Miss Smarty Pants?"
"Hank's a nice man," Jo-Ann defended. "He let's me play with Pretty. He'd let you play with her too, but you don't like dogs."
"Pretty? Who do you think you're kidding. I've seen that dog running around the yard while you're in the house with the door closed."
Jo-Ann felt a cold hand clammily constrict around her heart. The rotten kid knew, and what was more, it seemed as if she was threatening to tell her parents.
"You're inside with Hank," Maggie went on. "What's more, I know what the two of you are doing. I'll bet you screw."
"Hush!" Jo-Ann gasped. "You don't know what you're saying."
"Sure I do," Maggie teased. "Jo-Ann and Hank screw-ew," she sang out loud.
"Stop that!" Jo-Ann insisted.
"I'll stop it," Maggie told her. "I'll stop it as soon as you go inside and you tell Hank that I want some of whatever he's giving you. If you don't tell him, I'll tell the whole neighborhood what you're doing."
"You're terrible," Jo-Ann gasped.
"Well, why should you have all the fun?" Maggie wanted to know.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well I'll talk to Hank," Jo-Ann said. "You wait here, and I'll see what he has to say."
"If you don't come out in five minutes I'm going to scream it out to the whole neighborhood," Maggie insisted.
"You just take it easy," Jo-Ann told her, opening the gate, walking inside, and closing it.
Maggie knew the closing of the gate was not symbolically telling her to shove off. Jo-Ann and Hank were always worried Pretty might get away. If she did, she wouldn't be back for two or three hours. Granted, Maggie would have liked to see Pretty disappear forever, but she knew if she hinted as much to Hank she would never get in on any of the fun he and Jo-Ann were probably having.
Jo-Ann hurried inside without knocking, running up to Hank and kissing him solidly on the mouth as she did every morning. She told him what had just transpired with Maggie, and he nodded, saying, "Don't worry. Maggie's a lonely kid who needs some friends. She's not nearly as ugly as she believes. Once a doctor gets to work on that nose of hers, she'll be more than passingly pretty. If she wants in on the fun, I say okay, provided she can keep her mouth shut, and provided the two of you can come here without being observed by any other neighbors. In fact, we can do something different today. You know how you've always wondered why I enjoy eating your pussy so much? Well, here's your chance to find out." And he outlined his plan to her.
Jo-Ann listened, made a face of distaste, finally smiled, and nodded, agreeing she would try anything Hank told her to try. Then she went outside and beckoned to Maggie to come in. As Maggie closed the gate and came toward the house, Jo-Ann opened the front door and let Pretty outside. The black-and-tan dog barked loudly at Maggie, then went sniffing through the yard while the older blonde went into the house and Jo-Ann shut the door.
"We're going to let you in on what you term the fun," Hank told Maggie, "but only on two conditions. First, you must never tell anyone, not a single soul, about what we do. You can't even talk about it with Jo-Ann outside this house."
"Well, I guess that's fair," Maggie nodded.
"Second, like Jo-Ann, you have to promise to do everything I tell you to do. Everything!"
"What does that mean?"
"First, promise!"
"Well, I'd like to know what I'm promising."
"Gee, you can see I always come back for more," Jo-Ann insisted. "If you promise to do everything Hank says, believe me, you'll also come back for more."
"Okay," Maggie sullenly nodded. "But you'd better not hurt me."
"To begin with, I think you girls ought to familiarize yourselves with one another," Hank told them. "So get undressed, and then you can eventually both indulge in cunnilingus and see why I love it so much."
"Cunniwhatsis?" Maggie asked.
"He wants us to get undressed, lie down, and kiss each other on our private parts," Jo-Ann explained. "I've never done it before, but I think I'd like to give it a try."
"That's crazy!" Maggie gasped. "I don't want to put my mouth down there on you. It's dirty!"
"It is not!" Jo-Ann snapped defensively. "I'm nice and clean. If anyone's dirty down there it has to be you."
"Not me!" Maggie insisted. "Mommy taught me how to wash down there each time I pee. I'm always nice and clean,"
"Well, then, you're both nice and clean," Hank said to them. "How about getting down to business!"
"Well," Jo-Ann teased. "Why should the two of us get undressed while you stay there with your clothes on? Don't you think you should undress, too?"
"If it'll make you girls feel any better, I'll undress along with the two of you. Come on, let's go up to bedroom."
Maggie was feeling more than a little jumpy, but followed the other two up to the bedroom. When she saw them unhesitatingly taking off their clothes, she finally undressed, too. But as she stood nakedly in front of Hank, seeing his long penis dangling between his thighs, she suddenly felt so terribly helpless, and she raised an arm to cover her breasts, breasts that were blossoming very nicely. The brown nipples were thicker than Jo-Ann's, and Hank knew when the girl was properly aroused her nipples would be considerably longer than Jo-Ann's. In spite of her long nose, she had sensuous eyes, and as a result Hank felt himself becoming aroused looking at Maggie. Her pubis was sprinkled with dark-blonde hair, but it was so sparse, he was able to see her pussylips almost as clearly as Jo-Ann's.
Maggie felt her heart thudding inside her when she realized Hank was looking at her. For the first time a man looked at her like something more than a freak. He actually seemed aroused at the sight of her, and it both, thrilled, and unnerved her.
"I've n-never done anything like this before," she said, as if by way of an apology. "I mean, I hear girls talking about it, and I've even seen one or two magazines that explain how it should be done, but I've never done it."
She began feeling more anxious than ever with the, man continually staring at her nakedness. She saw the way he was licking his lips and it frightened her more than a little, making her think she was some kind of main course at a banquet rather than a sexual delight. Her knees became like rubber, and reaching out, she held onto the bed headboard to keep herself from falling down. Then she looked at Jo-Ann, hoping the younger girl might say something to help her through this situation.
Jo-Ann had seen the way Maggie's firm breasts wobbled under her t-shirt, but this was the first time she had actually seen her naked. Though she had seen other girls in her gym shower room totally naked, this was the first time a naked female body actually had an effect on her. For the first time she saw a nude girl's body differently than she always had, before. She found herself looking at Maggie as a man might. Having been touched and felt by a man who really knew what he was doing, she began to understand just how men looked at women. She felt slightly jealous of Maggie because Maggie already had nicely swollen breasts. True, Maggie's breasts were nowhere near as large as her mother's, but they were still full and complete, and even if they never grew any larger, each was still more than any man might fit in his mouth. Hank had always jestingly told her not to grow too large a breast, claiming, "More than a man can fit in his mouth is waste."
Maggie's nipples, though chocolate when compared to the pink strawberries Jo-Ann had were much thicker, and each areola was so much larger than the ones sported by Jo-Ann.
Jo-Ann did learn on thing about Maggie she hadn't known before. When in her backyard, alone behind the eight foot wooden fence, she sunbathed in the raw, because she was tan all over with no white stripes on her. Her flesh was clear, firm, unmarred by pimples, and she already had nicely rounded hips. Her behind was larger than Jo-Ann's, and the younger girl realized it wasn't because the other girl had a fat ass, but rather a nicely rounded one.
"Hey, stop worrying," Jo-Ann whispered to the older girl, feeling the littlest bit of kinship to her now that the two of them were about to share an experience with Hank. "This is all going to be fun 'cause Hank really knows how to make a girl feel good, really good."
"Jo-Ann keeps coming back for more," Hank said. 'so I must be doing something right."
As Hank had instructed, Jo-Ann was standing near Maggie, and under Hank's orders, she reached out and pressed her palm flatly against the older girl's nipple, feeling what it was like to cup a round breast in her hand. Remembering what Hank always did with her, she began rubbing her hand in circles, and as a result little ripples of pleasure began flaring in the hidden depths of Maggie's young body.
Jo-Ann took one of Maggie's hands and all but forced the older girl to press her palm against her own breast. Jo-Ann's nipple popped out the instant Maggie's hand flatly pressed it. For a moment Jo-Ann thought Maggie might try to back out, but no, when Jo-Ann took her hand from Maggie's, the older girl not only kept her palm pressed against Jo-Ann's breast, but began imitating the younger girl's circular motions.
Jo-Ann felt Maggie's nipples swelling, and she was surprised at their length when they achieved turgidity. They were long, brown little fingers, nearly twice the length of Jo-Ann's, and certainly much, much thicker. Maggie read the envy in Jo-Ann's eyes, envy she had never seen in anyone's eyes before. Imagine, someone was actually jealous of her. It felt really good. She was going to like this. She was going to like it a lot.
Hank found himself staring at the bodies of the two females, one a nymphet about to sprout, the other a little sprite already in the process of blossoming. Hell! He had already fucked one of them and now the other one was being offered on the proverbial silver platter. But Maggie knew nothing about birth control or protection, so he would have to be careful and stay away from her cunt with his cock until she was properly schooled.
"Maggie, turn around slowly and let me get a really good look at you," he told her.
The older girl blushed, but it felt good to hear the man say that, and so she slowly did a three-hundred and-sixty degree turn. She was awkward in her movement, but nevertheless she had a childlike grace that made Hank hunger for her all the more. A body like hers was meant to be used, and he wanted to be the first male to use it. He noticed even Jo-Ann was staring, getting fulfillment from looking at Maggie's lush body.
Maggie gasped when she faced Hank again, seeing his hard cock standing straight out, swollen and thick. It was the first real erection she had ever seen and she had to admit she was entranced by it. Golly! It was so immense!
Jo-Ann was amused at the look on her former enemy's face as Maggie continued gazing at the phallic extension attached to Hank. Now she knew what she must have looked like to Hank the first time she had seen his erection in close-up.
"You are going to be one helluva fuck, when the time comes," Jo-Ann told the older blonde. "You're nice and slender, with a flat belly and nice, rounded hips for a man to grab."
Hank stared at the flatness of the older girl's belly and he realized the lovely Jo-Ann was absolutely right in her estimation. The absolute flatness of her stomach made the puffiness of the older girl's pink-slitted Pussy appear to stand out in bas-relief, even though it had the littlest bit of fluffy hair covering it. He had already been the first male to enjoy Jo-Ann, and now he was going to be the first man to initiate Maggie, as well. He would be the first man to touch her softly delicate flesh, taste of the juices of her teeming cunt, and enjoy the fullness of her swelling young breasts. Hank had no doubt both girls would eventually go on to enjoy a bevy of different men after they finally left him, but the fact remained, he would be first. Just as Jo-Ann had led to Maggie, he felt Maggie might eventually lead to yet another young and luscious girl. He was fast becoming turned on by these nymph-like females.
Jo-Ann was still far prettier than Maggie, yet Maggie had the more curvaceous body. It was rounder and even if her breasts had not yet achieved their full size, they were still large enough, and there was something exceedingly sensual about seeing a body with such delightful twists and turns on so young a girl. Even her pussylips had a nice rounded pout to them, and that tight but solid ass of hers was something a man was really able to enjoy. Both girls had an innate sexuality, and he was certain he'd be able to turn them onto each other as well as to himself, so that when he wasn't around, they'd find a way to amuse themselves while together.
"All right, ladies," he said to the two luscious girls. "Let's get on with it already. Jo-Ann, you know all the things I've done with you. Start doing them with Maggie, and when the time is right, I'll join the pair of you."
Jo-Ann was standing slightly behind the older girl at the moment, and Maggie quivered with static delight as the younger girl's fingers began running slowly up her slender back only to move down again until encountering her rounded buttocks. She trembled even more when Jo-Ann, remembering how Hank turned her on, leaned forward and actually kissed Maggie on the nape of her neck.
"Let's get a good look at that lovely ass while you continue rubbing it," Hank insisted, I mean, let's face it, Jo-Ann, Maggie has one fabulous set of hind cheeks, and I like looking at them."
So Jo-Ann turned Maggie so the latter was facing away from the older man while continuing to massage her butt with delicately working fingers. Now Hank had a view of both sets of asscheeks at the same time, and he salivated.
"You have really smooth, nice skin," Jo-Ann complimented the older girl, "Except for the goosebumps."
Maggie quivered all the more as Jo-Ann continued touching her. She knew her parents would throw a fit if they ever found out about this, but she had to admit the younger blonde was making her feel really good. She threw her lovely head back and allowed Jo-Ann to caress the front of her throat before shuddering as the shorter girl's hands came rubbing down across her nipples again.
"Let's really give Hank something to look at," Jo-Ann whispered. "He loves looking at pussies. Lie down and spread your thighs as wide as you can, and this way he'll get an eyeful of what you have lodged down there."
Feeling more and more relaxed, allowing herself to succumb to suggestions simply because she felt good doing so, Maggie obediently allowed herself to lie on the bed, her head resting on one pillow while yet another pillow was used to prop up her rear-end. She felt kind of weird, seeing Hank walk around to the foot of the bed so he was able to better glimpse her feminine slash. But the brilliant light in his eye made her feel that much more pleased. She was well aware he was enthralled at the sight of her, and it meant so much to the girl. All the boys her age and slightly older had always snubbed her, calling her ugly, yet here was a man of experience who found her not only attractive, but almost beautiful. This was, after all, what she had always dreamed would happen. True, she hadn't expected Jo-Ann to be part of her dream, but now that the shorter, prettier girl was in it, Maggie felt all the more thrilled by everything. It was as if Jo-Ann's presence reassured her, preventing her from feeling apprehension.
"Come on, come on," Jo-Ann was softly whispering to her. "Part those lovely slender thighs and let Hank get a really good look at the part of you that's really beautiful."
Hearing the younger girl refer to part of her as beautiful was all Maggie needed to trigger her. She opened her loins that much wider, seeing Hank still standing there, the sputum almost falling from his hungering mouth as he slavered, staring at the rich coral color inside her.
Sensing there was still some apprehension in Maggie, Jo-Ann sat on the bed and leaned forward, pressing her palms against the insides of the older girl's slim thighs. It took more than a little effort on her part, but little by little she shoved the long-nosed blonde's thighs farther apart, and the two girls clearly heard Hank's audible gasp.
"Will you look at that," the man said, hungrily staring, licking his lips. "Those cuntlips look just like the petal of a tea rose. They're absolutely marvelous!"
Maggie felt so totally and completely exposed it frightened her. She began quivering.
"You wanted in on this," Jo-Ann reminded her. "It's too late to back out now. But heck, it's all a lot of fun!"
"You have one fabulous little cunt there, honey," Hank told Maggie.
"Hey, Hank," Jo-Ann teased. "You've already fucked me. How would you like to fuck this cunt, as well?"
Hank blushed a little. He was trying to be diplomatic and bring Maggie willingly around to his way of thinking. He didn't like the idea of Jo-Ann being so blatant. Yet he dared not chastise the younger girl. He had to remain soft-spoken at all times.
"You won't fuck me, will you Hank?" the horrified older girl gasped. "I mean, my folks told me all about such things and how I might make a baby if you do that to me."
"I won't shoot my wad inside you, honey," Hank assured the frightened girl. "But you do have a lovely little virgin crack there, and I'd love to fit my cock inside it for awhile. I've already shown Jo-Ann how to avoid having babies, and if you eventually want to go all the way with me, I'll do the same thing for you."
Jo-Ann, still sitting on the side of the bed, spread her own thighs and rubbed her slender fingers slightly up and down her wet coral opening. It looked so tightly closed at the moment it was almost unseen save for the twin swells of her vagina] lips.
"I'd like to feel what it's like to have each cunt in turn surrounding my cock," Hank told them, heavy drops of perspiration beginning to form on his brow. "But I know better than to try. Hell! The minute I shoved my cock into just one cunt I'd probably fire a heavy load. Only one of you is protected at the moment, and I have no intention of taking a chance with you, Maggie."
Maggie felt awkward, lying on the bed as Jo-Ann lay beside her in order to offer Hank a better opportunity to see her cunt. The older girl still felt so terribly exposed to the man's hungering eyes. Her own body now had a light sheen of sweat covering it, and this made her flesh seem to shine. She was aware of heavy droplets of perspiration forming between her thighs, as well.
She started when the younger girl's fingers lightly touched her sensitive vaginal lips. No one had ever touched her there before. Jo-Ann's fingers were gently pressing on them, parting them to reveal the coral richness inside.
"The two of you are going to be a pair of really wild young ladies in a little while," the staring man assured them. "I just hope, when you're initiating younger men into the sexual rites, that you don't forget your old teacher altogether."
Jo-Ann's newly acquired talent displayed itself as her fingers continued lightly caressing her one-time enemy's damp cuntlips, and Maggie, who realized how much she had wanted to become involved in some kind of loving, was now aware this all might be more frightening than reassuring. She had always pictured everything in a romantic frame, yet there was nothing romantic about being here with Jo-Ann and this older man, no matter how good it felt. She'd had no idea such a young girl was this far advanced when it came to sex. Why it seemed Jo-Ann knew more than girls two and three years older than herself. To her, Jo-Ann had always been one of those prissy little pretty girls who never seemed to know much of anything. After all, Jo-Ann's family was so much more close-minded than her own family. Her mommy had taught her about the birds and the bees two years earlier, but as far as Maggie knew, Jo-Ann's parents were still close-mouthed about everything.
But it was obvious Jo-Ann was totally relaxed, not the least bit disturbed about touching her, and little by little the older girl began relaxing, as well. After all, Maggie was always the one who dreamed about having some boy gently massage her breasts, even though no one had shown any inclination to do so until now. She had been aching to know what it felt like to be touched by someone else, and if she hadn't wormed her way into this, she would still be wishing to know what if felt like. But Hank had promised she would feel no pain, and she had the feeling the older man ought to be trusted.
Maggie gasped and jumped as Jo-Ann began probing with an extended middle finger, much the way Hank had done with her. Little by little her finger slid between the Pouting flesh drapes of Maggie's outer, then inner cuntlips, slowly, carefully, surely moving itself into her. It was only one finger, a slim, girlish finger at that, but she was so tight inside, and her muscles within were so clenched, she was aware of all her inner walls suddenly being massaged, and much to her chagrin she had to admit it all felt good. Though very moist inside at the moment, her hot little cunt was still far from being arousingly wet, and the one driving finger made her squirm and wriggle because of the tightly delicious way it pumped in. Little by little the older girl relaxed, sighing, allowing her rear-end to relax on the pillow beneath it, and then she moved her sexual center up and down, automatically aiding the younger girl push her finger a bit more deeply into the sucking center of her quivering vagina. She was well aware of Jo-Ann starting to revolve her finger around and around inside, and then she felt the lovely blonde girl's thumb touch another extremely sensitive part of her. She was very familiar with her clitoris, her mother having explained its existence and the reason for it. It was the one organ meant purely for pleasure and nothing else. Men didn't really have a clitoris, her mother had explained. It was sort of built into a man's penis, an organ that had two other functions voiding and assisting in reproduction. But the clitoris had only one function, and that was to bring total pleasure to a woman. She had never touched her own clitoris, except to wash it, and had never really understood how much pleasure it was capable of offering her. Now, with Jo-Ann touching her there, she was aware of the new and wonderful chills shooting through her.
"Look at that," Hank was heard to murmur, his eyes wide with delight. "Look at that lovely girl's clitoris grow. Most full-grown women don't have one that big. Kid, you were really made for pleasure."
Jo-Ann looked at the other girl's swollen clitoris, and sure enough, it had gown very long - almost a half inch in length. It gave Jo-Ann the opportunity to see how much it resembled a circumcised penis. It had a sensitive little head of its own, as well as an erect shaft.
"Ummmmmm ... I like that, I like it a lot," Maggie was saying, panting and gasping.
Jo-Ann took her other hand from between her own thighs and slid it between Maggie's buttocks and the pillow on which she lay. This caused the other girl's center to lift even higher, allowing Jo-Ann to squeeze her round cheeks.
"Come on, Hank," Jo-Ann invited, for the first time trying to take the lead. "Feel Maggie's asscheeks. They're so full and plump you'll love them. I'll bet she's just aching to feel what it's like to have a man touch her."
"They're as nice as yours," Hank diplomatically said as he reached down and gripped the older girl's buttocks between his squeezing fingers.
But even as his hands continued manipulating Maggie's plump assflesh, his eyes remained on the slender body of Jo-Ann. He licked his lips, something Maggie noticed, and lifting her head, the older girl was able to see beyond her own body to the throbbing penis extending from between Hank's thighs. God! It was immense! The sight of it ought to have frightened her, but it didn't. On the contrary, it aroused her that much more, thrilling her more than she believed possible. She ached to caress the fullness of his hard, masculine staff. Though she had heard girls in school talking about how they sucked on boy's penises, Maggie didn't think she was prepared to do something like that just yet. After all, this was her first sight of a really erect penis, and in this case it was a truly enormous cock. Still, she ached to touch it.
Maggie realized her cunt was getting hotter and wetter, the fluid seeping from within as Jo-Ann's probing finger continued slithering in and out. Jo-Ann, remembering her own hymen, was careful not to probe deeper than the second knuckle. When the time came for Maggie to lose her cherry, Hank would do the job, not she. But she had gotten Maggie's cunt so hot and wet she was able to slide a second finger in and out, though with a bit of difficulty. Jo-Ann's fingers moved more rapidly now, making Maggie gasp and shudder. Golly! It really felt good!
Jo-Ann shoved her fingers carefully deeper, just a little, and the older girl began squirming and writhing uncontrollably, unaware of her movements.
"Maggie, you really have one tight pussy," Hank was telling her. "When the right time comes, I intend sinking my cock into it, if you'll let me."
"S-sure," Maggie nodded. "When the right time comes."
"But she isn't ready for it right now," the lovely Jo-Ann reminded the man. "Aside from her not being on the pill, she's not really primed for this the way you primed me. She's just as tight inside as I was, and it would take an awful lot of stretching, just as you stretched me with your fingers, before your cock would be ready to go into her."
Hank realized Jo-Ann was feeling jealousy. After all, this was the first time he had outwardly hinted he wanted to fuck a cunt other than the one belonging to the pretty younger blonde.
Maggie, in the meantime, was continually enjoying what was happening to her shuddering body, thrilling to the way Jo-Ann was fingering her sodden vagina, causing new and thrilling sensations to work their way through her entire body. At this point she was becoming so aroused, she knew if she had to allow Hank to fuck her, she would agree. One thing was certain, and that was ! she had to he brought to some kind of satisfaction. She knew about that from what her mother had told her, and she also knew the way she was feeling now, all jittery and crazy, would drive her up the wall unless they did something for her. Wow! She was feeling all kinds of wild thrills from this.
Jo-Ann's thumb was wreaking havoc with her stud-like clitoris, pressing somewhat harder, rubbing that much faster, and she was rotating her asscheeks that much more quickly, pumping them up and down in time to the way the lovely younger girl's fingers were moving in and out of her quivering body. Her mind was thinking of all the sexy words she heard the older girls in school use - words she had never dared use - until today. There was fuck - cock - cunt - twat - prick - screw. As each word echoed throughout her mind she became that much more aroused and thrilled.
Her youthful body felt hotter and more thrilled than ever. The heavy perspiration covering her was falling off in buckets. Her thighs appeared to be spreading ever wider, her muscles stretching and becoming more and more elastic. She was able to hear the dry rasp in Hank's throat as his eyes bulged.
There was a sensuousness in Maggie that very few females had, adult or child. She was the kind of girl who instantly adapted to physical pleasure, and it was obvious she was allowing Jo-Ann to make her feel really good.
Jo-Ann, who had been jealous of Maggie's presence, originally, now felt suddenly thrilled at the idea of playing with this girl. The sexual scent rising from the feminine pit into which her two fingers were delving thrilled her all the more, and for the first time she began to understand just why this man was hungering to taste her cunt all the time. She was salivating, actually thinking about pressing her mouth to Maggie's pussy.
Hank was staring at Maggie's vertical slash, looking as if he were in some kind of trance. He saw the way her tightly clinging pussylips were now automatically opening and closing in response to the way Jo-Ann's slender fingers were thrust in and out. The older girl was moving wildly, totally out of control now. It amused him to think that all this arousal was really being caused by one girl massaging the other.
The young blonde had really learned her lessons well. She seemed to know what sex was all about by now. Though she lacked the innate sensuality Maggie had, she had "learned" her sensuality, and because she was such a good student, she always came back for more. He always had more to teach her, and with the addition of this new girl, he would have even more to teach.
The neighborhood was crawling with girls hovering between the ages of the two he had with him. Hell! Wouldn't it be something if he managed to build a harem of his own? Hell! All these luscious young nubile females, all fucking for him, all sucking his cock, all licking his body. That would really be something. Then he wouldn't have to go looking for those cock-hungry older women all of whom had marriage on their minds. Marriage would be fine in about fifteen years, when he needed a cheap housekeeper. A good fucking, food, shelter, and clothing would be all any older woman would want. But to enjoy fucking to the fullest, Hank had discovered there was nothing like young, untrained pussy - pussy to be trained his way.
Maggie felt her extended clitoris vibrating uncontrollably at an even faster rate. Her asscheeks were clenching involuntarily, slamming violently up and down, hitting solidly against the hand firmly squeezing them. Unconsciously she was drawing her knees up to her chest, still keeping her loins wide apart. Gasps came tumbling heavily from her throat - a throat so dry it felt swabbed and lined with cotton. Her body continued writhing and squirming in time to the way Jo-Ann's fingers continued probing into her simmering female cauldron. Every squishing sound of the fingers moving erotically in and out was a licentious delight to her ears, and the more Hank stared and Jo-Ann panted, the more aroused she inwardly felt.
"Look at the way the oil is pouring from her tight pussy," Hank muttered, more to himself than to Jo-Ann. "The fluid is running between her asscheeks onto the pillow."
As if to make the older girl aware of what Hank was talking about, Jo-Ann used the fingers of the hand she had been using to rub Maggie's buttocks to catch some of the falling fluid as it dribbled down and rub it against the anal star that was Maggie's tiny asshole. Maggie, feeling the finger rubbing her anal opening, tightened at first, then relaxed, well aware Jo-Ann had nothing but pleasure in mind for her. Initially there was some expected resistance as Maggie's sphincter attempted to reject the finger trying to push past it. But with the passage of time the lovely girl rubbed the rubbery ring until it completely relaxed and she was able to worm a finger into the lovely older blonde's rectum. When her finger was halfway in, she suddenly felt it being sucked the rest of the way in as she continued massaging the two fingers of her other hand into the lovely cunnus of the quivering older female. It gave Jo-Ann an awesome sense of power and she realized just what it was Hank felt when he did this with her.
Maggie had initially feared she might feel some kind of hurt or irritation when the younger girl had probed into her asshole, but Jo-Ann's fingers had an automatic gentleness about them so that all Maggie felt was pure enjoyment. The new enjoyment in her rear tunnel merely enhanced the thrills she was feeling in the center of her vagina.
"Even her asshole is sensuous," Hank muttered. "Now that's a part of her I could fuck without worrying about risking babies."
"Well, heck," Jo-Ann pouted. "We talked about something like this more than a week ago. If you're going to initiate an asshole with that lovely cock of yours, you're going to use it on mine, first."
Hank realized the younger girl was feeling jealousy and he smiled. He nodded, and Jo-Ann breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her task of making Maggie feel good. She leaned over and began kissing Maggie's body, offering her ass to Hank. The man rubbed the girl's buttocks, then began moving his finger toward Jo-Ann's rear rictus. This made Jo-Ann
suck on the swollen nipples attached to Maggie's solid breasts, causing her to undulate madly. Then Jo-Ann quivered as she felt Hank's tongue start to work on her rectal opening, licking and slurping. Cheez! If she didn't have Maggie's body on which to lavish her oral affections she probably would have gone out of her mind. She rammed her two fingers that much more deeply into Maggie's cunt, the tips almost touching the virginal membrane within. Her other finger reached even more deeply inside Maggie's asshole making the older girl pant with overpowering lasciviousness,
squirming out of control. The tongue slowly moving into Jo-Ann's narrow little sphincter made the younger girl gasp as particles of slivered ice showered through her entire nervous system. Wow! The feeling was fabulous!
Maggie, completely unaware of what Hank was doing with Jo-Ann, saw the younger girl's mouth near her own throat. As Jo-Ann's mouth moved higher, the older girl had the strangest compulsion and she yielded to it. Turning her head, she kissed her newfound friend for the first time, but kissed her as a man might. Her tongue twisted itself around the thrusting organ in Jo-Ann's mouth and her lips pressed firmly against those of the beautiful young blonde as surely
as they would have against the mouth of any boy. Her lower half was humping madly up and down, hurling itself against the fingers stabbing into her, Her eyes were presently closed tight, and she still thought Hank was looking at her. This built up the thrills inside her that much more.
Crazy, almost insane feelings were charging their way uncontrolled through her quivering form, starting from the center of her boiling pussy and swelling outward. Her ears no longer picked up any sounds other than the loud continual roar being caused by the fantastic orgasm welling up inside her. It was a feeling she had never even dreamed about.
Something marvelous swelled within her tumultuous depths, building ever higher, bringing her own inner emotions to the summit of delightful wonder. Her moving loins were lancing themselves against the continual probe of Jo-Ann's driving fingers, moving ever more swiftly as the twin digits ploughed themselves that much more deeply into her blistering pussy. On each downward retreat into the pillow beneath her rounded buttocks Maggie felt another thrill as a finger probed into the depths of her narrow rectum.
Thrill chased after thrill throughout her quivering body, building within her feminine self a quivering desire to reach that marvelous summit about which she had read and heard so much. She was continually speeding up her body movements in the hope of attaining that will-o-the-wisp feeling that seemed to be eluding her. Her bouncing torso was almost totally out of control, even with her mouth still pressed hungrily o that of the other girl. Then she knew she was going to attain that magnificent peak. She felt her budding orgasm ripening, enlarging, swelling within her quivering body, and then the sensations were moving upward, charging right out of her. Her lathered vagina began firing even heavier quantities of thick oil as she tightened all her inner muscles, going totally rigid.
"AAAAAI IIIYYY YYEEEE AAAAAG GGGHHH HHUUUU WWWWWR RRRGGG GGHHHH GGGGGL LLLLPHH HHHMMM MMWWWW UUURRR RRGGGG HHHH!" she bellowed into Jo-Ann's mouth as she began bouncing maddeningly, a total slave to her internal feelings. "HHHUUU NNNHHH HH ... GOD ... AAANNNGGGHHH ... OOOOOHHHH ... WWW WWAAAA AAHHHH!"
Then, in a rigidly crushing, vibrating, shuddering expulsion of muscular and nervous release, she felt all the climaxes within her flood forth. Her violently gyrating form was completely out of control, and she jerked and moved so swiftly, she found herself pulling away from Jo-Ann.
Jo-Ann and Hank were completely astonished at the lovely girl's twitching reactions. Maggie was presently in a world all her own, her mind completely oblivious to anyone or anything else. Darkness seemed to hover over her and then slowly seep into her brain as her entire physical self slowly relaxed, recovering as it were from a mental blackout. She smiled as delicious and secure warmth spread throughout her shuddering body.
Hank, who had taken his wet tongue away from the dark crinkle of Jo-Ann's asshole, was staring at Maggie, his tongue literally hanging out.
"Christ! I'd love to fuck her right now!" he muttered, but he knew that was impossible.
Jo-Ann knew it was impossible, too. So she waited quietly, knowing he would come up with the right solution as he always did.
"I wish I were able to plumb that pussy of hers," he muttered again. "Hell! I'm going to have to get that kid on the pill as soon as possible. Still, if I don't get my rocks off shortly..."
"Want me to teach Maggie the fine art of cocksucking?" Jo-Ann asked.
"Her mind is in too much of a fog," Hank replied. "She'd never even notice. Hell! She wouldn't notice right now if I jammed my cock up her ass."
"Speaking of asses, I though that's what you intended doing to my ass," Jo-Ann insisted.
"Are you sure you're ready?" Hank asked. "Remember, that back tunnel of yours is much narrower than your cunt. It'll have to go through one heck of a lot of stretching."
"I saw my ma take it that way, and anything she can do I can do better," Jo-Ann insisted.
"I wouldn't be the least bit surprised," Hank smiled.
During their conversation Maggie lay in a sort of semi-comatose state while lying flat on her back. Now Jo-Ann kneeled beside her with her bottom sticking up in the air. Hank kneed his way onto the bed, moved between her trembling thighs, and with his hands he began working her lovely asscheeks apart. Jo-Ann felt a world of delight chill her. At last she was about to be fucked as she had seen her father fuck her mother. It was her last unused hole. Heck! If she was able to take such a monster in her cunt, she was certain she'd be able to handle it in her asshole.
Her body automatically jerked and stiffened as she felt the throbbing dome of his prick touch her anal pucker. She was aware of her tightly narrow sphincter resisting, and then she squirmed, forcing her ass muscles to relax. Slowly, very, very slowly the head of his penis began widening her anal opening, stretching the rubbery ring. Heavy droplets of perspiration coming from his face fell on her back, and that was when she began feeling pain. She gasped out to him to stop, but the man didn't seem to hear her. He was clenching his teeth solidly together, shoving hard in spite of the fact that she was verbally objecting to what he was doing. She gasped aloud, heard by no one other than herself. Maggie was still in some kind of stupor, and it was obvious Hank was temporarily beyond hearing. She was aware of the stiff, thick pole shoving a little deeper into the tightness of her' back tunnel. Her fists hit the bed beneath her as, little by little, the phallic length totally buried itself in her rectum, the head poking into her colon.
Off behind her, to the right, she saw a small mirror sitting on the dresser, and it happened to be tilted so that she was able to see his cock in her ass. She was astonished at the way her rectal interior had opened up to take such a monster, and the man had not used any kind of grease as her father had done with her mother.
Slowly he began sliding his throbbing cock out of her backside, pulling it back until only the head remained inside. It was when his cock was pulled this far back that she realized he hadn't torn any of her interior membranes. The glistening secretions now covering his pole were lubricant, most if it coming from his own throbbing penis.
Wow! This was one terrific sight, even if she wasn't exactly crazy about the feel of it at the moment. Just looking at it made her think of what her father had done to her mother, and she thought that her own buttocks looked even more arousing with a cock between them than her mother's had looked when her daddy had poled her mother's asshole. Heck! If her mom had learned to love being fucked in the ass there was no reason on earth why she shouldn't learn to enjoy it, as well.
He pumped back and forth very slowly, and little by little she internally expanded until the discomfort and pain had slowly faded away. As time passed she realized the feeling was almost pleasurable, and then it became delightful. Yes, yes, now she was able to understand how her mother had enjoyed being sodomized. As Hank's massive log of flesh continued working its way in and out of her she discovered the delight starting to build even higher. Even more thrilling was the whacking of his scrotum against the lips of her pussy, hitting her clitoris.
He was pumping her asshole with regular rhythm now, his massively throbbing penis working its way in and out of the tight canal that was her anal tunnel. She was very much aware of Hank's flat, hard stomach smacking noisily against her round white buttocks each time he sank his hard pestle into her. Jo-Ann felt him wrap his arms firmly around her waist so he was able to pull her back all the more firmly on his meaty skewer.
Now Jo-Ann was really enjoying herself, feeling tingles shoot from her ass through her body into her cunt. She sighed, pushing her roundly dimpled behind backward, letting it surround the meaty length of his driving prong again and again. All the while she maintained her weight on her forearms, allowing her knees and feet to lift off the mattress each time the man stabbed the full length of his fleshy dagger into her.
She was more aware than ever of the way he fucked into her ass with stronger, harder, more driving strokes. His lancing cock was enchanting the tunnel of her rear as it continued heavily secreting the oily lubricant that constantly smoothed its way.
At the same time Jo-Ann's aching cunt felt hotter and hotter, and with one hand she reached between her trembling thighs, feeling for, finally finding the extending stem of her nubile clitoris. The thorn-like growth felt wonderful against the ball of her finger, so she continued rubbing and massaging it as his driving steampole consistently powered its way through her tiny little rectum, bringing her joy the like of which was unimagined.
Her free hand moved higher, seeking and discovering her girlish nipples as she took some of the weight of her upper body on her shoulders, pressing them into the mattress along with the side of her face. The orgasm she had longed for was beginning to build now, first in her finger-massaged clitoris, and then, oddly enough, in her rectum. Just as she had seen her mother climax from being anally fucked, so she, too, was feeling thrills mount in nerve-endings in her rear-end. Wildness was building with more and more rapidity in her squeezing rectal tunnel, and now she fully understood why her mother had insisted her father fuck her there. The feelings brought on were unaccountably fabulous and fantastic. Her inner intestines felt twisted in turmoil as the climax finally hit her with the power of a Patton tank in her ass. At the same time a second climax erupted through her clitoris, the result of her fingers massaging the little bud.
"EEEEEI IIIYYY YYAAAA IIIIIG GGGGG HHH ... GGGGGH HHHHHA AAAIII IIYYY AAANNN NNGGGG GHHHH ... HHH HHAAAA UUUUUW WWWAAA GGGGGH HHHHH!" the smaller blonde shrieked, butting her tiny round asscheeks against the man's thighs and belly, no longer thinking of him. At this point she was solely interested in herself and her own inner sensations. Concentrating hard, she squeezed down with the tube of her rectum to compress his phallus with such overpowering ferocity, Hank thought she might change it from a hard cylinder to a soft, flat-shaped probe - like a tongue depressor. Then her quaking body fell to the bed all doubled up. The tug of her trembling asshole pulled the man down on top of her girlish body, but Hank continued pumping into her like an uncontrolled rabbit.
Jo-Ann's mouth had been fantastic, and her cunt had been out-of-this-world, just as he knew the two orifices in Maggie would be almost as good, if not as good. But the asshole of this slender young blonde was unbelievable. It was as if she had been born for asshole-fucking, Jesus H Christ! Even now he felt the bubbling sperm continuing to build to higher peak and he wondered if Maggie's asshole would be half as good.
This was it! It was going to be the most glorious orgasm he had ever known. Now!
"GGGGGY YYYAAA GGGGHH HHHUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH. AAAAWW WWWAAA AARRRR GGGGGH HHAAAA GGGGHH UUUUUN NNN HHH HHHAAA AAGGGH HHH!" he bellowed, firing the heaviest load of spurting cream he ever remembered unleashing into the tiny anal tunnel that was Jo-Ann's crushing ass. He blasted away for what seemed to be an exceptionally long time, and even then he was unable to pull his cock out because her sphincterial tightness prevented the blood from leaving his cock, and as a result
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jo-Ann was amused by the fact that Maggie was stunned by what had happened. Quite naturally, she was irritated at having to share Hank with the girl who was a year older than herself, but she knew if she displayed jealousy, it would only result in her losing Hank that much more quickly. Therefore, almost against her will, she found herself becoming friendly with Maggie. All this did was lessen Maggie's antagonism toward her, and little by little the inferiority complex that had been with the older girl for so long began fading away.
There were times, especially during the afternoon, when Hank was away at work, that the two girls "discovered" more about themselves by going to the house of one or the other and touching, feeling, and, after awhile, licking and lapping, just as Hank had wanted to see them do. They became very proficient at satisfying one another, but at the same time had the good sense not to allow any of the other girls they knew to "discover" what they were doing. Neither was mature enough to handle a situation of discovery should it arise, and as a result, both took great pains to see it didn't arise.
Every morning, after both sets of parents had gone off to work, the two girls would meet at Hank's house and involve themselves in sexual hi-jinks. Maggie's period was due shortly, and when it passed, she, too, would be introduced to the contraceptive pill.
In fact, it was because Maggie's period finally did come that Jo-Ann was able to see Hank alone for three days - only three, since the weekend intervened and as a result she had her next lesson.
CHAPTER NINE
It was a bright Monday morning, the third day of Maggie's period, so Maggie would not be able to join with Jo-Ann and Hank in hanky panky. As a result, the older blonde girl had the good sense not to show up at Hank's house because she didn't want to be tempted or aroused by anything she saw.
Jo-Ann, thrilled with the idea of having Hank once again to herself, was looking forward to today. She knew her own period was due in about a week, and then it would be she who would be staying home while Maggie paid Hank a visit. At least she would be around to watch Maggie's defloration, and she felt a chilling satisfaction at knowing she would witness the other girl's dehymenization, even though Maggie had never seen hers.
Wearing pink shorts and a yellow halter she knocked at Hank's door, and when the door opened, she almost felt her heart sink. It wasn't Hank standing there, but a slightly shorter man, with dark-brown hair, a thick mustache, and a strange glitter in his eye.
He smiled and said, "You must be Jo-Ann."
"Who're you?" she asked, refusing to step inside as Pretty went dashing out into the yard. The dog yapped loudly.
"Jo-Ann," Hank called out, coming down the stairs, wearing blue slacks and a white tee shirt. "This is Mike Starr. Mike works with me from time to time, and last night we worked late, so Mike came here instead of going home. I figured you might like to meet Mike."
"Why?" Jo-Ann asked.
"Well I've been with two girls. How would you like to be with two men? In fact, I'll turn complete control over to you, this once."
"To me?" the young girl asked, not sure what he meant.
"Sure! I'll let you do the directing. Imagine, a young girl like you is going to control two grown men. D'you like the idea?"
"Gee, I don't know what to do or say?"
"Oh, come on," Hank teased. "Are you going to tell me all I've taught you has been in vain? The idea is for you to become a take-charge person one day, when you no longer have me around. Now here you have two adult males, both ready, willing, and able to use that luscious body of yours, offering you two masculine bodies in return. Imagine, you can do anything you want with us. Two sturdy masculine bodies, and two long, thick solid cocks - cocks you can take into any
part of your body."
Just thinking about what Hank was saying made the lovely Young girl salivate. Two grown men, with two full-sized penises. She imagined Mike's penis to be as long and as thick as Hank's, and the idea of handling two at once thrilled her.
"Okay!" she nodded, "I'll do it! I'll take control. My first order is, we all go up to the bedroom."
Making sure Pretty was happily romping in the garden, Jo-Ann locked all the doors, then led the way up to the bedroom.
"What next?" Mike asked, an amused smile on his face.
"Well, now," the lovely young girl said, "I think we should start by really getting to know each other. The best way to do that is to undress. I mean, we have to look at each other without feeling embarrassment."
Mike looked at Hank, a glitter in his eye as if to tell Hank he had really trained the young girl well. Hank merely nodded in assent as if to accept the compliment paid him.
"Well," Hank said aloud. "Let's do as the young lady says."
"I'm with you," Mike nodded. I have the feeling this is gonna turn into one helluva session."
"Stop talking and start undressing," Jo-Ann insisted. "I mean, I can't exactly do anything with the two of you men if you insist on keeping your clothes on."
Staring at the lovely young blonde, Mike Starr felt the weirdest kind of hunger starting to build in him. He had never fooled around with a female this young. All his women had previously had big tits, big asses, and deep cunts. But the idea of playing with this one seemed more and more intriguing with every passing moment. His hand was already undoing his belt, and the only thing that stopped him was his watching Jo-Ann undress. Her body was slender, just beginning to take on the curves of a woman. She had almost no breasts at all, though there were definite tell-tale swells more than slightly visible. Even her young, pink nipples, first starting to mature, seemed exciting to the man, and he stared at the little nubbins as if they were tasty bits of meat and he was a hungry lion. The more clothing she took off, the more impatient he became, not knowing where to begin with her.
Hank knew he had better not waste time. Mike was the kind of guy who, once aroused, was impossible to stop. The faster he undressed, the faster he would be able to enjoy some of Jo-Ann. While Mike was still gawking, he was hurriedly removing his clothing. In almost no time he was down to his bare flesh. His throbbing, pulsating phallus stood straight out in front of him. Looking at Mike, he saw the other man remained unmoving, save for the fact that his throbbing cock was making a thick bulge in his pants. Reaching over, he yanked Mike's zipper down, and because Mike hated the feel of underwear next to his skin, refusing to wear any, his extended organ jerked right into the open.
"Hey, watch those hands!" Mike snapped at Hank.
He looked at the other man, then remembered he was also supposed to be getting undressed, as well. He hurriedly removed his clothing then turned and stared at the wonderful body of the lovely blonde female before him.
Jo-Ann was staring at Mike. He wasn't as tall a man as Hank, and he was somewhat more slender. But he did have more muscles. His weighty balls dangled heavily inside the wrinkled sac between his thighs, looking like two massive golf balls inside a rubber bag.
Not really knowing what to do next, Jo-Ann smiled uncertainly and said, "Come on up here, Mike," and she patted the bed.
Mike, his mustache wiggling, putting on airs like a man of the world, lay down beside the spunky young blonde. Though he had often had two girls at once, this was his first experience at sharing a girl with another man, and such a young girl at that. It disturbed him to have another man looking at his naked body, and he wondered why Hank had wanted to do this in the first place. He didn't have the other man's worldliness, and thus was unaware Hank felt it his duty to teach Jo-Ann everything about sex.
Jo-Ann wriggled her slender body down on the bed. and all but rolled on top of him, using her small hands to part his hairy thighs while looking at his heavy masculine member. It looked to be a little longer than Hank's, but it was also somewhat thinner, which was a little disappointing. Jo-Ann liked Hank's thick phallus. The thicker the better. A thick cock filling her mouth, stretching her lips and cheeks always gave her a feeling of security.
Mike wanted to look at her hairless pubis some more, but the front of her body was pressed into the bed at a right angle from him, and aside from her beautiful asscheeks and slender spine, all he was able to see was the hungry way the young girl was staring between his own thighs. The voraciousness in her eyes almost made him feel afraid - fearful she might actually bite, off his cock because her lovely mouth seemed so tiny. He stared as she lowered her pretty blonde head and slowly sucked the red tip of his throbbing penis into her narrow oral opening.
This was the first cock Jo-Ann had touched and enjoying herself tasted other than Hank's. She was enjoying herself.
Thin as it was, its difference made everything that much more enjoyable.
Her small lips held his tantalizing corona between them for a long moment, then she slowly moved her head shakily from side to side, letting her tongue press against the webbed underside of his phallic dome, making the handsome, mustached man gasp with a delight he hadn't expected to feel. Then her tiny tongue began moving up and down, just touching the underside of his cock-head and no other part.
Mike, who actually thought so young a girl would never really get him fully aroused, realized he was feeling a thrillingly chilling feeling, course through him. It blistered through his entire interior, making him feel desire beyond anything he had ever known with any other mature woman. The man gasped, quivered out of control, and shuddered as the lovely little blonde's lips pressed the extended coronal rim that much more firmly.
"Hey, take it easy," Hank told Mike. "I told you, she's like no other chick you've ever known. Just let her do all the work."
Very slowly now, Jo-Ann's hungering young mouth began sliding downward, moving to the bottom of the long, somewhat slender rod probing between her sucking lips. Down, down, down, and the long penile head probed into her gullet. Because it wasn't as thick as Hank's, she was more easily able to swallow it in. As a result, her mouth went further down, and soon her lips were caressing the hairy base of the man's pelvis. The rubbery head massaged the sensitive nerve-endings in her gullet, and had her mouth been the littlest bit larger, she would have opened it wider in order to
suck in his balls, as well.
Mike jumped when the young girl's lips touched his pelvis. No girl had ever blown him this well before. They all either merely sucked the head of his cock or went halfway down the length of his penis. Hell! He was going to unleash a torrent of sperm down her throat in no time flat. Somehow, he forced himself to relax. Jo-Ann, feeling him settle back on the bed, slowly began sliding her head up and down the length of the long cock, sucking on it as if it were a long peppermint stick. Her lovely head was bobbing in a regulated rhythm and Mike, unable to control himself, began automatically countering with his hips, thrusting them up into her beautiful young face as her tight mouth came nibbling its way down, then retreating as her lips slid back. He loved the feel of her oral cavern, vibrantly shaken each time her lips pressed into his hairy pelvis, and he enjoyed the sensation of having the base of his cock massaged by her tongue on each down-stroke. Her small lips formed a firm ring, sucking hard, and each time her mouth lowered itself to his pelvis, they tightened harder before sliding up. At one point she even gripped his throbbing length of cock with her teeth and bit, just a little.
"Wow!" Mike gasped. "I'm gonna come!"
Jo-Ann, not wanting him to climax just yet, eased her oral grip on him, returning to the stroking of his slender penile length with her mouth using long, oral strokes and hard sucking licks. Oh, yes! His urethra was throbbing and she knew he was close to reaching his peak. If she stopped now she would ruin the climax for him. Her lips sensed the rapidity of the beat in his urethral tube. Then she placed one of her delicate hands on his huge balls, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure as if trying to milk the seed out of him. Her other hand was pressing flatly on his stomach, aware of the shivering throbbing within. She gulped strongly each time her small head went all the way down, compressing his phallic tip between her tongue and her palate.
Mike was losing total control of his body, unable to hold back the floodtide within his shuddering inner self. He rammed his hairy pelvis into her lovely young face over and over, his mind completely unaware of what was taking place as his heaving torso continually responded to the tightly pulling pressure created her sucking jaws.
Jo-Ann felt him fucking into her tender mouth with solidly irregular strokes as he continued heavily panting in a ragged way. His chest was moving in and out as he lost the last final bit of control he had maintained. His head flailed wildly from side to side as he opened his mouth and began screaming out loud, I FEEL ITTTTT ... AAAAAN NNNHHHH HH ... GODDDDDU HHHHHH!!! I CAN FEEL IT ... I'M HHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGHHHH ... COMMMMMMIIIII IINNNNNN GGGGGG ... YYYYYA AAAGGG HHHH!"
"Wow!" Hank murmured, staring at the way the lovely young blonde worked her mouth, obviously enjoying the way her lips were pulling and sucking on the long, slender cock. Mike was uncontrollably bouncing, bucking, jerking and hurling his fulcrum upward, his strong hands gripping the young nymphet's blonde hair tightly as he wildly thrashed all over the place.
Even more surprising to Hank was the way the young blonde girl reached out and grabbed his somewhat thicker phallic length, her fingers magically caressing it with knowing concern, letting him understand it was about to be his turn, and he had better get ready. After all, she wanted to go to work on his cock in order to give Mike a chance to recover.
Hank, as always, was ready and waiting for the lovely blonde. He had been ready and waiting ever since the precocious little blonde had walked into his home, knowing she would be more than willing to undertake anything he suggested. The fact that he had allowed his guest to use her first hadn't taken the edge off his hunger for her, He wanted her more than ever, having viewed firsthand, for the first time, just how good she really was. He had turned her into an expert fell trice.
Mike, lying on the other side of the bed, had his two hands pressed against his crotch, and he was groaning with delight, punctuating it with an occasional sigh of desire. She had sucked him so expertly, he was unable to decide whether he was in pain or in paradise. The few leaking drops of semen rubbing against his palm reminded him how much seed he had fired into the lovely young girl's mouth. There was not so much as a smear of it on her face, which meant she had swallowed it all. God! She was fabulous, really fabulous. He had never known a mouth like that before in his life.
Hank stretched himself out on the bed on the other side of Jo-Ann, and moving his head down, began sucking on her right breast. His lips pulled hard, expertly draining sensual delight from her rubbery point, making it stand out to its full length, forcing more and more blood to flow into the sacs in her nipple, making it elongate even more than it had done previously.
Mike, though a bit shorter than Hank, obviously had amazing recuperative powers. A reserve of stamina flooded through him, and as he watched the other man suck on the young blonde's nipple, he decided he wanted to taste her, as well. Drained as he was, he felt renewed energy surge through him, and lying on her left side while still on the bed, he leaned over and began sucking on her left nipple. Hell! He didn't want both her breasts covered with the other man's saliva before he had an opportunity to taste her. This caused Jo-Ann to tug her young shoulders back, forcing her long nipples to enlarge even more, even if she had no breasts to swell, and this gave each man a bit more on which to chew. Her pink nipples seemed to enlarge and move inside the mouth of the two older men, and the males sucked all the harder, as if trying somehow to drain milk from her. Each one pressed a hand into her flat little belly while using his other hand to rub her spine. With her weight on the palms of the hands of the two men she found herself forced to sit up, having the presence of mind to keep her thighs spread wide apart. This gave Mike the opportunity to actually sit on her
left leg, feeling her knee press into his groin. At the same time Hank sat on her right leg, pressing his penis and testicles against her soft Young thigh.
Reaching out Jo-Ann used her two hands to pull the backs of their manly heads against her slender body, feeling their anxious mouths pull on her nipple flesh that much more eagerly. They both sucked more hungrily than any calf nursing at its mother's udder. It was obvious, good as Mike was, Hank was still more experienced when it came to sucking, and he was pulling on her girlish nipple as if he expected it to come off in his mouth, He was sighing and groaning, wriggling around on her thigh. Pressing his solid organ and clumpy testicles all the more vibrantly against the lovely blonde.
Mike's long cock was still shriveled at the moment, but Jo-Ann still felt thrilled as it continued rubbing against her body. After all, she also felt Hank's cock, and this was the first time in her life she was actually feeling two penises at the same time. It felt damned good, and she vowed that at some time in the future she would take on two-or-more men again. Imagine, soon she would be taking both penises into her body. Hank had already proven, with his breadth that she was capable of taking a cock in any of her three holes. But to take two at the same time? Wow! This was heaven, itself. She was so glad she had walked in on Hank and Susan that particular day. It had changed her entire life - and for the better. There were some girls who supposedly were the worse for having it suffered outrages on their bodies while young. But with a man like Hank there was no suffering, only pure pleasure.
For the first time Jo-Ann reflected that when the summer was over it was going to be difficult, if not impossible to meet with Hank. His job let the two of them get together every morning, even if it meant having Maggie join in. But once school started, she wouldn't be able to come here in the morning, and by the time school was finished, he would be off to work. By the time he came home, her parents would have also come home. The only ruse she might use is claiming to go see Maggie to talk to her about schoolwork. After all, Maggie was two grades ahead of her and might be able to help her. Then the two of them might be able to sneak off to Hank's house together.
Mike's penis was slowly starting to enlarge again, looking like an elongated balloon that was growing longer and longer. Jo-Ann was aware of it pressing against her thigh as it continued rubbing her while swelling. But no matter how long it grew it was unable to match Hank's thickness, and as far as she was concerned, her cunt had come to adjust to Hank's. She wondered if Mike's cock might not feel loose inside her.
Taking a deep breath, Jo-Ann put the thought out of her mind. She would worry about size when fuck-time came. She shut her eyes tightly, simply lying there and enjoying the way the two men worshipped her girlish breasts with their mouths. Their strong, sandpapery, masculine tongues continually flicked across her sensitively upstanding nipples, making her writhe that much more with wanton enjoyment. She was already able to sense the difference in each mouth. Hank had the larger mouth, and as a result seemed to encompass more of her flat breast. But Mike had a nice, sensuous tongue. His lips also seemed to linger in one place a bit more and pull all the more strongly on her nipple.
Once Mike's long, slender organ was fully erect, he began stroking the organ back and forth against her slender young thigh, moving higher and higher until he pressed the head of his cock into her belly. The penile point moved back and forth from belly to thigh, occasionally lodging in the crevice where thigh was joined to torso. Hank was moving too wildly to allow his cock-head to rest in the crease on the other side of her slender body. In fact, Jo-Ann had to reach down and press the head of his cock against her with her hand in order to appreciate the feel of it that much more.
"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh!" Hank gasped, no longer able to remain majestically silent.
The two solid masculine organs continued rubbing themselves back and forth while each of the men continued sucking on the young girl's extended nipples. This drove the beautiful blonde to the brink of insanity.
"Fuck me!" she whispered to Hank. I want you to fuck me, right now!"
God! She had to have that monumental shaft of cylindrical flesh buried in her tumultuous depths as far as was humanly possible. She ached to feel it rubbing her interior walls, probing into her feminine trough, bringing her uncounted thrills - thrills he had taught her to enjoy over the past few weeks, and she didn't want to wait to enjoy it any longer. What she needed was one good, solid fucking, and she needed it now. God! How she ached to feel his mighty poniard of muscle sink itself into her.
Hank's practiced hand was already sliding carefully between her slender young thighs, first touching the all-but-hairless mons veneris, then moving lower to tantalize the ripe pinkness of her tantalizing vaginal labia. His fingers slid carefully across the slickly sticky lips, and then his practiced finger slid with ease between them, moving directly into the slurping groove of her hot and swampy young cunt.
Jo-Ann was electrically charged with the need for satisfaction and shuddered when she felt the pressure of his thick finger sliding delectably in and out. Her tight elastic interior slowly adjust to the thickness of the finger, surrounding it as if her membranes were a white blood corpuscle surrounding a germ. Then her cuntwalls began sucking, pulling on the finger, tugging it deeper and deeper into her shuddering body until she felt his palm flatly pressing against her sodden labia. Even then, Jo-Ann wanted more length and thickness inside her body. She wriggled with ecstatic delectation as her four vaginal walls tightly clamped down around the probing finger, feeling it continually rub and massage her, internally.
"Hey, don't hog all that tight young pussy," Mike insisted. "I wanna know what she feels like in there, too."
"Stay cool Hank said to Mike. "You're a guest in my house, so I gave you first shot at Jo-Ann. She's already made you come once, and I don't hear you complaining about the way she went about it. I'm still looking for my initial orgasm . So you just relax and allow me my own climax for the moment."
"Hey, I don't mean to be pushy, man," Mike replied. "It's just that looking at the young chick I feel hot and bothered all over again. I'm not really trying to horn in, but I sure would like to have some more."
Jo-Ann, remembering she was the one supposedly in charge, said to Mike, "Don't worry, I'll be able to take on the both of you. But after all, it is Hank's turn. I want to feel his cock moving in and out of my cunt. You'll go next, Mike."
"Hey, I've got an idea," Mike said. "Why don't the two of us fuck you at the same time."
"You mean in different places?" Jo-Ann asked, thinking that with a penis in her vagina, another one in her rectum might hurt because the one in her vagina would narrow her rectal tunnel.
"Hell, I've been around the world and I've made studies of women. I've seen skinnier, smaller females than you who have been fucked by horses. A horse cock is one helluva lot thicker than Hank's and my cocks combined. So I figure your cunt ought to be elastic enough to handle two cocks at once, and then snap right back to its narrow size, afterward."
For a moment Jo-Ann was terrified. She was certain her tight little pussy, stretched though it had initially been by Hank's cock, would never open wide enough for her to handle two pricks. Still, wouldn't it be something to feel two penises inside her? Imagine feeling the two heads at once moving in her vagina! It would be worth a try. After all, if it hurt too much, she was certain she'd be able to stop them.
Looking from one man to the other, seeing the wicked gleam in both pairs of eyes, she finally nodded and said to them, "Okay, I'll give it a try on one condition. If it starts hurting too much and I tell you to stop, you have to stop."
"Absolutely!" Hank agreed.
"Which one is going in first?" Jo-Ann asked, thinking she would sit on one cock, then bend forward and let the other man fit his cock into her, But Mike had a different idea.
"Honey, you lie on your side," he suggested to Jo-Ann, and Hank seemed to know what the mustached man had in mind.
"Yeah," Hank nodded. "This way the two of us can fuck into you together."
"Well gee, just what is it the two of you are thinking?" the tiny blonde wanted to know, lying down facing Hank.
"You'll see," Hank told her. "It'll all be so simple."
Reaching down, the man raised the girl's pillarly left thigh, pressing the head of his burningly hot prick against the fiery slash of her vagina. At the same instant, she was aware of Mike's longer, thinner penis probing against her from behind, aware of the two penile heads touching each other, head to head. Now the two men began maneuvering about, moving until both heated tips were tugging her slick labia apart in an attempt to slide in her all at once.
Jo-Ann felt the most wonderfully maddening surge shoot through her. Somehow she was certain the two organs were going to fit. They would have to work a little, but both would slide right into her - granted with a bit of difficulty, but nevertheless, they would slide right into her.
"Now!" Hank said.
Together the two men began pushing. Little by little the twin phalluses began to slowly slide into the lovely young girl, gently stretching her inner walls. For a brief instant she was afraid she would feel pain, as she had felt when she had initially been deflowered, but the little bit of hurt she did feel merely enhanced the pleasure for her, and instead of being repelled by it, she felt she wanted more. Her interior was definitely being widened, but the stretching wasn't nearly as bad as she might have imagined, and she was certain she would be able to handle it.
The two men shoved together, grunting. They were more than two inches into her flaming tunnel before stopping to rest.
Jo-Ann realized she was breathing heavily, actually panting, in reality gasping with delight as she continued enjoying the pleasurable sensations within her.
"Are we hurting you?" Hank wanted to know.
"Well, not really," she admitted. "I mean, it feels crazy, kinda different. Gee! I've never felt anything this wildly enjoyable in my entire life."
The walls of her vagina felt the distinct impression of the two different penises. Each even seemed to give off a different degree of heat.
She began writhing, squirming, wriggling, trying hard to shove the two men all the deeper inside her. They responded by pushing that much harder, as a result sliding father into her simmering interior, feeling the bubbling oils within. Jo-Ann's only real discomfort was in having to keep her leg lifted. She finally brought her foot to rest by letter it sit on her knee. All the while her tight, vaginal elasticity continually surrounded the two throbbing male organs. Her cunt was actually sucking them all the more deeply into her. The penises shuddered and twitched against one another, and the girl was able to sense the differences in their lengths and thicknesses. Hank's felt so much thicker than Mike's, yet the longer, thinner penis was of equal importance as it continued pushing deeper and deeper. It was curious to feel the head of a penis below the head of another penis inside her cunt. The two created the feel of a double-headed penis with one head just below the other head.
The two men began working in tandem, almost as if they had done this before. They stroked back, then shoved forward, cramming a bit deeper into her. Back again, then forward, back, then forward. Each time forward they sank a little bit deeper into her, then pulled back and shoved into her all over again sinking in as far as the pair were capable of going. Mike's left thigh was on top of Hank's right thigh as the pair shoved their cocks in repeatedly, their balls rubbing against each other, pressing harder and harder until the two sacs were flatly against one another.
"Awwwwwwowwwwww!" Jo-Ann gasped.
Mike, who was behind the lovely waif, reached around and flattened his hand against her left breast, tweaking her nipple between talented fingers. Meanwhile, Hank's mouth was once more sucking on her right nipple, building additional flames in her burningly anxious body. The two men tensed themselves and began moving back and forth together.
In unison the pair slammed into the girl's shuddering body, a motion they were unable to keep smooth because of the different pressures of the two penises. Still, they stroked again and again.
"Ooooooooh ... wowwwwwww ... wwwaaaannnnggghhhh..." Jo-Ann gasped. "Yes, yes ... that feels so good ... keep fucking me..."
"You really feel it, honey?" Hank asked.
"I feel all of it," Jo-Ann nodded. "Keep squeezing and sucking my nipples while you fuck."
The two of them obeyed her, Hank chewing on her right nipple, Mike titillating her left one. Hank's thicker cock was dictating the speed at which the pair were thrusting into her. Their penises rubbed against one another as well as inside the wet confines of Jo-Ann's feminine container. The friction of cock against cock might have burned up both of them had Jo-Ann not unleashed enough fluid to cool them off.
Jo-Ann felt her tight, inner vaginal tract being unevenly stretched, yet her walls tenaciously clung to the strange shapes of the thrusting phalluses. She was aware of them twisting in and out, almost contorting themselves to fit comfortably inside her.
Jo-Ann felt a new, delicious satisfaction as the two men continued plunging into her, building a tautness that wended its way through her body. Though she missed the feeling of the full length of either cock being thrust into her, she loved the feel of the two solid organs trying to pull and stretch her labia and walls without actually causing pain.
Hank wriggled and gasped, aware of the way her tight inner feminine chalice pressed his solid cock firmly against that of Mike. Now he was aware of the monstrous climax building in his shuddering body, shivering and trembling as his balls tightened.
"I ... uhhhhh ... don't know if ... aaaaannrmhhhh ... I can hold it!" he gasped.
"You have to hold it," Jo-Ann insisted. "I'm not ready yet."
The two men hurled their bodies against hers, stabbing their twin cocks into her again and again, and the pressure was enough to make the young blonde realize she was more ready than she had initially believed.
"AAAAAI IIIYYY YYEEEE AAAAAG GGGHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GHHHH!" Jo-Ann shrieked, and the two powerful masculine pumps continued moving in and out of her, building and enhancing her orgasm even more, heightening her enjoyment to a point far greater than she had ever expected.
Jo-Ann moved wildly, ecstatically, thrilled to enjoy all this feeling while not having to suffer any additional pain because of being stretched. Delight broke against delight within her as tumultuous spasms continually struck her with repeated violence, making her lovely body shiver and quake. She tugged Hank firmly against her as her inner vaginal walls squeezed both cocks equally hard. Her tongue protruded from between her pearly teeth as Hank sucked on it, hurling his cock into her all the harder, causing Mike to speed up his movement, as well.
"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Can't stop it, this time ... gonna come ... gonna come..."
"I'm not ready," Mike insisted. "Wait for me!"
"YYYYYY AAAAAN NNNGGG HHHAAA AGGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAR RUGGG GGHHH!" Hank bellowed, squirting his geyser into the narrow tunnel of Jo-Ann's girlish cunt.
Mike felt the other man's semen washing around his cock as he continued plumbing it in and out of the narrow interstice, maintaining the rhythm Hank had set. Then a funny thing happened. He felt Hank softening while he remained hard.
Jo-Ann was no longer able to feel the thicker weight of the broader cock lodged in the tightness of her young quim. But her elastic walls began adjusting, this time shrinking as Hank softened. This way the internal pressure remained constant. Even when Hank popped out of her cunt, falling away from her, Jo-Ann felt her interior tighten that much more and squeeze itself solidly around the longer, thinner cock. Mike was aware of what it was like to have all four cuntwalls embrace his throbbing penis. As a result, new thrills began surging through his shuddering body. Jesus! There really was something to fucking these young chicks.
His two hairy arms were around Jo-Ann from the rear, both hands flatly pressed against her breasts, feeling her nipples spiking into his palms. He humped wildly now, feeling insane thrills shudder through him as he pounded into her over and over.
"Wow!" he gasped to Hank. "I never dreamed any cunt in the whole world was this good."
Jo-Ann shut her eyes, feeling the heat of the man's hirsute body press against her young back. He was all but lying on top of her, feeling the tickle of her smooth thighs as well as the tantalizing tease of her vulva as he powered his great length into her again and again, letting her soft, warm walls appreciate the shape of the lengthy organ.
His ass pulled back again, then powered forward, and now he was sinking the full length of his long cock into her shuddering cunt. Jo-Ann reached behind her and used both tiny hands to grip the man's hairy ass, saying, "Don't move! Please don't move. Just lie still until I tell you otherwise."
Since Jo-Ann was supposedly running the show, Mike stopped moving, his total length buried in the vault of her cunt from behind. His body shivered, his hands pressing flatly against her body, squeezing them as hard as possible. He kissed the nape of her neck. As a result he tasted her salty perspiration. God! He wanted to fuck! The man felt the strain on his long cock, and for a moment he thought the penile length was thickening inside her. Then he realized the girl's already tight pussy was crushing down even more tightly as it surrounded his cock so solidly, it created the impression he was enlarging.
Jo-Arm's hands gripped the bedcovers as she wished Hank or Mike were in front of her so she would have someone to hold onto. Her vaginal walls, anxious to keep on feeling the breadth of the slender cock, squeezed all the more tightly around the phallic wand making Mike lose his cool. He began stroking again.
Jo-Ann gasped, feeling as if the head of his cock was cutting into her lungs, all but forcing the breath from her body. Blood pounded madly in her veins as a haze covered her young eyes.
"That's the way, Mike," Jo-Ann urged. "Fuck me harder."
"I'm fucking you as hard as I can," Mike gasped, letting Jo-Ann know how much energy the man was using up in fucking her.
He violently slammed into her, showing no mercy, losing all awareness of everything other than the hole into which he was sinking his cock, repeatedly. He felt as if her tightly luscious pussy was actually swallowing up all of him, balls and all, and Mike figured if he had to die, this was as good a way as any.
Hank, who had been watching all this, and who normally took a while to recover, was igniting all the more quickly from having watched what was going on. He felt his cock lurching violently into erection, and he realized he was capable of at least one more climax before having to relax. Hell! Mike was on the verge of his second come, there was no reason for him not to enjoy another orgasm.
Kneeling on the bed, he crawled over to where Jo-Ann lay, then saw she was face-down. Mike was riding her from the rear, knifing his hard cock into her teeming cunt as far as possible. Jo-Ann was oblivious to all but the pleasure she felt.
Moving around in front of her, Hank slid his thighs around the young blonde's head, shoving himself closer and closer to her face. When she lifted her face to grasp for hair, he shoved his crotch underneath.
Jo-Ann had temporarily lost her awareness of Hank. Seeing the hard length of his solid cock slide beneath her face, she automatically opened her mouth and allowed her tight lips to firmly encase the thick cock. Her lips slid all the way down to the base as the cockpoint crammed itself into her narrow gullet. The mighty organ began shivering, and now she was doubly thrilled. The long, slender penis in her hot cunt was working at breakneck speed while the one in her mouth was probing into her esophagus, expanding and rubbing against her cheeks and palate. She sucked all the more strongly, her teeth automatically nibbling on the base of the pulsating monument to masculinity. Then her licking tongue was washing his wrinkled scrotum, making his testicles tremble violently against one another in their protective sac.
Jo-Ann sucked so strongly she wouldn't come up for air. Just as her oven-like pussy had sucked Mike's solid spike all the way in, holding it there, so for the moment did her mouth cling to the base of Hank's trembling organ, keeping the full length of it locked in her pharynx and mouth. Her tongue began licking the underside strongly, and this made sparks shoot through the man's quaking system. Hank found himself bucking up and down, doing his best to move the hard length of his pylon through her quicksand-like mouth. At the same time, Jo-Ann was aware of Mike beginning to pick up speed and she knew her orgasm was mere minutes away.
This was what heaven was all about. Yes, yes, this was the kind of feeling for which she and all females would unconsciously always strive, whether they know it or not. This was more than simple pleasure. This was everything. Every passing second was greater and greater enjoyment for Jo-Ann, making her pity all the other girls with their moral upbringings. Poor, poor, unknowing girls. She even pitied her parents their own outdated moral attitudes. It was all right for them to fuck because some manmade law said people over whom a minister spoke words were supposed to do so. But people who were not yet married were not supposed to enjoy sex. They were supposed to go around inwardly frustrated, mentally bathed in ignorance as her parents were keeping her ignorant. Heck! If it weren't for this chance happening with Hank, there was every possibility she might actually have inadvertently fallen prey to some boy slightly older than herself who didn't give a damn about whether or not she became pregnant. Too, he might have taken her hymen far more painfully than Hank had done. All in all, her entire life had changed because of her feeling for one little dog who barked at just about everyone else who passed Hank's house. Had it not been for her desire to play with Pretty, she would not only have had the most boring summer of her life, but would have remained steeped in ignorance.
The slender cock in her cunt was starting to thicken, the urethra throbbing, letting her know the man fucking her dog-style was on the. verge of his second satisfaction.
"I'm gonna come!" Mike gasped.
"Come!" she gagged out around Hank's cock.
"YYYYYE EEEAAA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG HHHUUU UUNNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAUUUU WWWWA AAANNN NNGGGG GHHHHH AAGGHH!" she heard Mike bellow, his cock slamming deeper into her.
Jo-Ann felt the white-hot load of seminal fluid shoot into the narrow depths of her tightly squeezing cunt. It seemed to be all she needed to set off another series of orgasms in her body, aided by the friction of the cockhead in her gullet. She tightened her lips firmly around Hank's thrusting penis, squeezing all the harder, then gutturally gagged out, "MMMMMW WWWWWR RRRGGG GGGUU UUFFF AAAAAU UUUFFF WWWMMM MMHHHH UUUUUG GGGWWULL UUUHHHH RRRRGG GGHHH!"
Thrilling fireworks invaded her entire body from cunt to crown, sending vibrating chills blistering from all her pores. She moved her head, bobbing it up and down, up and down, all but chewing on the thick stanchion locked in her gullet.
Hank was in paradise. God! He had really taught this lovely girl how to suck. What was more he had taught the other one how to suck as well, but Maggie still had a long way to go to keep up with Jo-Ann. This little girl was the best all-around sperm receptacle he had ever encountered, and good as other girls in the future might be, he was beginning to wonder if any of them would ever really totally compare to Jo-Ann.
His hard cock stiffened even more, and then he was firing droplets of sperm into Jo-Ann's mouth. Considering the heavy orgasm he had previously enjoyed, the few drops he fired now, by comparison, were miserly. Yet Jo-Ann gratefully accepted them, drinking them down, comparing the taste of his sperm to the taste of Mike's, and certain Hank's tasted somewhat better. Both her mouth and her cunt pulled until the two penises were drained, then the two men pulled out of her, and all three of them lay down on the broad bed and relaxed.
CHAPTER TEN
The summer was fast coming to an end. Next week would be Labor Day, and that heralded the beginning of school. Both Maggie and Jo-Ann were morose about it. May, Maggie's sister, had returned from camp, and the youngest of the three girls was unable to figure out why Jo-Ann had grown so close to Maggie and had become somewhat distant toward her. Not that Jo-Ann was unfriendly, but often, she and Maggie would leave Mary behind for no reason at all and seemingly disappear. Mary had no idea where they went.
But one morning, right after her parents and left the house to go to work, Mary, dressed in red shorts and white t-shirt from camp, followed her sister. She saw her meet with Jo-Ann, then saw the two of them enter Hank's yard, closing the gate behind them. Even more surprising was Maggie's growing friendship with Pretty, the dog. Maggie had always hated dogs. Then the two girls had gone right into Hank's house without knocking while Pretty remained in the yard. Well, in a way that wasn't unusual. Mary and Jo-Ann had often walked into Hank's house in the morning and asked if they might play with Pretty. But when the other two girls didn't come out again, Mary became curious. She was even more curious when she saw her sister close the front door.
Opening the gate, Mary entered the yard, then shut the gate behind her. She petted Pretty while staring at the door, then on a impulse, went over and tried it. The door was locked.
Wow! What a gyp! Why were Jo-Ann and her sister locking her out of Hank's house when she wanted to ask for permission to play with Pretty?
Mary's initial impulse was to run home and call her mom and tell her what Maggie and Jo-Ann were doing. After all, she didn't like the idea of being left out of anything. But she was so angry, she began punching the doorbell.
Two minutes later, the door opened, and she saw Hank standing there, smiling at her.
"Hi, Mary," he said. "Come to play with Pretty? She's there in the yard."
"Oh, no!" Mary snapped. I wanna know just what's going on with my sister and Jo-Ann, Gee, Hank, I know you like Jo-Ann, but you always used to like me better than Maggie. It's not fair to leave me out here while Maggie and Jo-Ann are inside. Gosh! What are they doing!"
"Playing." Hank shrugged.
"Well, I think I'm old enough to play with them. I'm only two months younger than Jo-Ann."
"So you are,' Hank nodded. "But this is a special game. It's so special, you can't tell anyone else about it, not even your parents."
"Is that why Maggie never said anything to me?"
"That's why," Hank nodded.
"Is it a fun game?" Mary asked.
"Lot's of fun," Hank assured her.
"Well, then, I want to play, too. I won't tell anyone, either."
"Then come on in," Hank invited, opening the door.
As Mary entered the house, the door shut behind her, and Pretty, the dog, continued romping in the yard, barking at the world.
