As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weakens, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charles Manson, a person who never learned about good and bad, a person who never placed any value on human life other than his own, and simply did whatever a momentary whim dictated.
Hayley Johnson is a child of the present. Living the life of an emerging hedonist, she refuses to think about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today, and the pleasure it brings. For Hayley, sex is merely something to be enjoyed and discovered.
She drifts from day to day, from lover to lover, keeping all her relationships on a level she can best identify with and determined to enjoy her body to the fullest and revel in every and any new wanton experience.
NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR GIRL -the story of a young girl who embodies the life style of many emerging teenagers in our society, a presentiment of what the future holds. Her story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Hayley Johnson's cunt itched and swelled as she thought about the boys she knew. Her body felt so good when she thought of a handsome guy's hands running up and down her body-especially between her legs. Oh, how her cunt throbbed, she thought.
"Hayley, would you mind going next door to the Brewers' and see if you can borrow Betty's pie plate? She's got a nice Pyrex one she told me I could use any time I needed it," said Ann, Hayley's mother.
Hayley blinked into the sun and shading her eyes with her slender tan hand, rolled over to look at her mother. She'd been happily dreaming about boys when her voice had broken into her thoughts and she resented the intrusion. She was fourteen and boys were a lot more interesting than Pyrex pie plates to her.
"Aw Mom, I just started on this tan. If everybody keeps interrupting me, I'll never get anywhere."
But she got up and straightened her skimpy red bikini and fluffed her hair. The cups of the swimsuit fit close against her white tits. They were small tits but nicely rounded and tipped with pink. She was aware of them all the time lately. They were sore from growing and in the evening in her room she liked to massage them gently with skin oil. The tingles and glow of pleasure she felt then were very, very enjoyable.
Walking barefoot, she crossed the lawn, exited through the side gate and made her way into the Brewers' back yard. Tammy Brewer was a good friend of hers and since they were near the same age, they shared many mutual interests, like boys. But Tammy was at church with her mother and Hayley said a silent prayer of thanks that her divorced mother wasn't a church goer. Hayley liked her Sundays to herself. She tapped at the back screen and listened to see if Mr. Brewer had heard her.
"Oh hell, I know where the darned pie plate is," she said to herself. "I'll just go in and get it."
Standing on tiptoe, Hayley looked in one high cabinet and then the next. She found the pie plate and was closing the cabinet door when she heard a sound like a groan.
Since she knew that Roger Brewer was the only person home, Hayley's first thought was that she had no business poking around in the house. But what if something was wrong? What if he needed a doctor or something? It sounded ridiculous because Roger was a fairly young man in good health. But Hayley crept down the hall anyhow, her ears perked. The sound came from an open bedroom. She stopped and looked in.
"Oh, God ..." she breathed, her eyes going so wide they stung. Her girlfriend's father was sleeping naked on a bed. But he wasn't just naked. There was something very different about his nakedness. And though she'd heard stories about how men changed when they were about to fuck, the size of Roger Brewer's cock made her want to faint!
Roger was a man of average height with a compact build and not much flesh that wasn't muscle. But the size of his cock in relation to the rest of him surprised Hayley. She had no idea an erection could get that big. She knew through hygiene class and whispered rumors that a male had to get a little stiff so he could poke his prick into a female's hole. Hayley had thought that the stiffness was sufficient to get the job done. She hadn't dreamed that a cock would grow in length and thickness.
"It must be s-s-seven inches long!" she whispered under her breath. To her surprise she found that her young cunt was seeping into the crotch of her bikini. She felt swollen down there, swollen and feverish and very slick. A slight movement of her hips let the surfaces rub together inside her cunt and her clit bulged suddenly with blood.
Roger Brewer moaned again and half rolled onto his side. He was dreaming. Hayley saw that now. His handsome face changed subtly as he pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What might he be dreaming, Hayley wondered.
"I should get out of here," she sighed, stumbling. But the swollen cock jumped and hypnotized her. She looked closely at the heavy droop of his balls in their hairy sack and the veins that coursed under the white skin of his shaft! She swallowed and clenched her small fists. She had the wildest desire to touch herself. But touching herself was something she hadn't really come to terms with yet. Her mother implied that it was wrong, that a good girl kept her hands off her body except to wash it.
Sometimes in the heat of a summer night though, Hayley woke to find her fingers plastered against her young, almost hairless mound. And they were always slick with her juices. Usually it was a dream that triggered such unconscious behavior on her part so she didn't feel guilty. And Tammy Brewer told her in secret whispers that if a girl touched herself, rubbed herself in just the right way, she could have an orgasm. An orgasm was something every much like a climax, she guessed. By reading she'd figured out that a climax was what happened to a girl when a man put his cock inside her body to make a baby. She also knew that it was supposed to feel good.
"Uhhhh," Roger Brewer moaned, pumping his hips now. Hayley stared at the way the skin clung to the head of his penis. That was the glans, if she remembered the words in a dog-eared book one girl had brought to school. The swollen part of a cock was the part that went deepest into a woman's body during copulation. Hayley rolled the word silently on her tongue. Cop-u-la-tion. She liked the way it sounded. But to think of letting something like that, she thought while gawking at Roger's hard-on, inside her body was too scary to consider.
The foreskin had slipped back a little and Hayley could see the dark blue color of the man's cockhead. It was shiny with some sort of fluid. And it swelled like a ripe plum swelling in the sun. Hayley couldn't resist touching herself any longer. She eased trembling fingers under the edge of her bikini and searched through the sparse, light-brown curls to the place where her young cunt started. As she pried the soft lips apart a rush of cunt juice wet her fingers. She let out a hot breath and pushed deeper, deeper than she ever had before. Her clit sent a tremor of pleasure through her belly and loins and she had to lean against the edge of the door as she moved her finger around in her slick cunt.
Roger moved again and to her shocking surprise, Hayley saw his own hand slide up his thigh. He seemed to be only half asleep. His eyes were still closed, but as his fingers closed around his shaft and began to move slowly up and down, Hayley wondered again if maybe she should get the hell out of there. She didn't though. She couldn't.
"Uhhh, Uhhhnnn," Roger groaned. His chest filled and the muscles hardened. He had all that hair! It made him seem like a wild animal. And his cock looked bigger than ever before. Pulling her finger through her slickly clasping folds, Hayley shuddered with the pleasure that jolted through her flesh. Her back was arched sharply, her plump, pert ass stuck out behind her as she teased her dripping cunt with slow, shivery movements. Roger had a firm grasp of his prick now and he moved the skin up and down. On the down strokes, the swollen part was exposed. Hayley had never really seen a male penis before and the shape and color of that fantastic barb excited her. She couldn't think of anything in nature that looked like that. But now it seemed even longer than seven inches. And it swelled at the tip with a rhythm that Hayley herself felt as she massaged her slippery, blood-heated flesh more urgently.
Shivers of pleasure made her weak. She tried to control her trembling but there was a new hunger inside her now. Something that made her want to keep going, keep touching herself. On the bed before her Roger Brewer twisted and jerked. His hand pumped faster at his throbbing erection. The foreskin was stretched back to completely expose the barbed shape of his glans. It looked so big!
Hayley bit her bottom lip. The shock of what she was observing was real enough. She still couldn't tear herself away. She knew she'd never get a chance to witness anything like this again! How many girls ever would? She had to stay. And her young body was bathed with new thrills now as she continued to finger herself.
But what was happening to Roger was even wilder. His legs had gone rigid now and he was breathing like he might die or something. Hayley wondered if maybe he was having a fit. His cock looked angry at the tip and the dark blue color had changed to purple. His hand moved slower too, pausing when he brought the skin up against the flared barb of his tip before jerking downward again. A droplet of some kind of fluid formed slowly on the slitted orifice and Hayley's blood boiled as she stared with wonder at the spectacle of sex that was unfolding before her eyes.
"It's wrong to watch anything like this," she sighed. She was back in the hall far enough that there wasn't much danger of her being detected. It was educational too. Was it ever! Her thin fingers made slick noises up inside her mound.
When she realized that her girlfriend's father might be going to come, she almost bolted out of the house. It was that special, almost taboo word, the idea of whieh sent hot shivers of lust up and down the insides of her thighs. It was what happened to boys when they started a baby in a girl's stomach. Hayley knew it was something very similar to a girl's orgasm. Except something had to come out of the boy to make the baby.
"Ahhhh," Roger Brewer gasped and his face darkened as he writhed on the bed. His fingers tightened on his cockshaft as he jerked himself. Hayley sagged excitedly, barely able to stand. Her feet tingled against the carpet. Her toes fanned out as an itchy thrill seemed to build in waves around the underside of her body. Even her trim asscheeks glowed with the new sensation. She'd never rubbed herself so long, never experienced this kind of pleasure. Then, as she watched the gasping man on the bed, it happened.
Something white leaped from the tip of Roger's cock and went a foot into the air. It fell with a plop across his belly and almost immediately another jet of cream arched upwards.
"Ghhhuuh," he moaned, squirming his ass against the mattress. "Nnnhhhhhaaahh!"
Roger's prick seemed to shiver as it exploded more hot sap across his belly. Some spattered down on his arms and one droplet hit his cheek and dribbled off. There seemed so much of it! Hayley knew that she couldn't keep playing with herself much longer without passing out just from the pleasure. And now that she'd witnessed what a man could do to himself with his own hands, she was afraid that Tammy was right. A girl could manage the same thing. Hayley didn't want to do it here with her girlfriend's father milking his own cum right in the next room.
Somehow she managed to stop. On quiet, bare feet she walked to the kitchen, picked up the pie plate and eased the back screen open. Her fingers were still shiny with her body's juices and she could smell her musky aroma. She took the pie plate to her mother and hurried to her room where she shut the door and threw herself across her bed. The image of Roger Brewer was etched vividly in her memory. She thought of herself locked in his embrace, her hot young cunt penetrated brutally by his enormous cock!
As she enjoyed this dream, she skinned off the bottom part of her bikini and got into a comfortable position on her back. Her legs were bent slightly and open so she could work her fingers into her slit. She felt her hymen, still intact, and caressed the dainty petals of flesh that hid her clit.
"Ohhhh fuck me," she breathed, pretending. It was nice being able to make things up while she did this. To actually let a male even come close to her would have been unthinkable. She was a virgin, still not quite sixteen and totally inexperienced with anything more than casual petting through at least three layers of clothing. Even the idea of letting a boy put his fingers in her cunt made her blush. But she could make it all up.
"Roger... Uhhhh Roger," she groaned, closing her eyes and imagining that he was spreading her knees now, pushing his hot, swollen cock tip against her dainty wetness. Her lips opened as he thrust and she felt his hard, stiff shape stab her. Using a finger she pushed against the membrane of her hymen. It wasn't quite the same of course, but since she didn't know what it might really feel like, it was still exciting. She, kept probing gently, pumping her hips as if she were letting him slide deeper, deeper.
"Ohhh, darling, you're so big!"
Her skinny little finger wasn't big at all so she added two more and continued to stretch inwards against the thinly stretched flesh.
Brown hair whipped across her pillow as Hayley tossed her head wildly. The tingling thrills were coming faster now. Her nipples pressed against the small cups of her bikini halter. With a hurried jerk, she pushed the cups upward to expose the youthful swells. Her nipples expanded now and she caught one between thumb and forefinger and rolled it experimentally in a sexy, pinching movement. Immediately her cunt throbbed and poured out more juice. The connection was obvious and Hayley petted and massaged her tits as she continued to use her fingers in her twat.
"Ohhhh God, ohhhh God d-d-damn!" she whimpered, feeling ravenous pleasure for the first time. Her body couldn't keep still now. She tossed and bucked on the bed, her heels gouging the bedspread. She'd never felt like this before! She'd been excited by a boy's kiss or his arm around her waist, but this, never!
"Nhhhhaaahh, ohhhhh shit!"
She was going crazy. She was losing her mind. Her skin crawled with bewitching tingles of pure pleasure. Her nipples stood out, dark pink lumps on snow white swells. She arched her back up from the bed and her ass jumped wildly as the throes of her climax hung just out of reach.
"Yuuuhhhhhh!" she cried, pumping furiously against her clawing hand. She came then with thankful gasps. She came with hot pleasure throbbing through every nerve until she couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but touch herself and squirm in frantic wonder at what was happening to her. When the unbelievable shudders had passed and she could breathe again, Hayley blinked and opened her eyes.
"So that's what it's like! Ohhh God, it's like heaven." She felt as if she'd discovered sex for the first time. She'd been so dumb before. She had no idea that it could feel that good.
Hayley's mother was working in the kitchen when she went out again. The sun was warmer than before and she sprayed herself with the hose and glanced into the next yard. Roger Brewer was outside too. He was wearing a pair of shorts, kneeling by a small flower bed. With her imagination working overtime, Hayley let herself through the gate and ambled up behind him. She was pretending again, pretending that after making hot and furious love, they were going about life as usual. With Roger's wife and daughter gone it was easy for Hayley to pretend she was married to the good-looking man.
"Hi," she said, flopping down on the grass close by."
"Oh, hello, Hayley. Tammy's at church, but I guess you knew that."
"Yeah, I just thought I'd wait here for her to get back."
She studied the flat, muscular belly of her friend's father. She was remembering how he had looked all naked and squirming, his hand on his cock. The lump in the crotch of his shorts was only a hint of what throbbing flesh grew there. A tingle of excitement started at Hayley's toes and went all the way to the tips of her nipples. She rolled onto her belly in the grass and rubbed her pubes against the hardness of the ground. When Roger glanced over she stopped doing it and smiled innocently.
The look she saw in his eyes shocked her a little and excited her more. Of course he didn't know anything about her peeking on him a few moments before. Nor did he know that she'd hurried to her room and masturbated to climax for the very first time in her life. But his look couldn't be dismissed. It wasn't the kind of look the average man would give to the friend of his daughter. Hayley felt her ears glowing. She knew they must be red.
"I swear, Hayley, you young girls are prettier nowadays than when I was growing up."
"You're not all that old are you?" she teased. She pinched her thighs together. The juiciness of her cunt was still enough to make her remember how fantastic an orgasm she'd experienced. Hayley frowned and pursed her lips.
"Ohhh, I'm so lazy today," she exclaimed, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. Pointing her toes she stretched in the warmth of the sunlight. She felt her breasts lifting under their halter cups and felt her tummy pull in under her ribs. She peeked through half-closed lashes. Roger Brewer had stopped pulling weeds. He was staring at the coltish lines of her body. His eyes seemed almost to touch her. And when they lingered hungrily at where her tiny bikini cut across her abdomen another expression seemed to spread on his features. For the first time in her life Hayley experienced what it was like to be undressed by a man's eyes.
The pleasure surged once again through her tummy and loins. Though somewhat ashamed, she enjoyed the emotion. What was Roger trying to see? Was he imagining what she was like under the skimpy piece of red material? She was thrilled. Was he thinking of her cunt? Was he imagining that it had a lot of hair or only a little? Was he imagining it all swollen up and slick like it'd been just a few moments ago?
"Aren't you lazy?" she asked, pretending to keep her eyes shut.
"I'm sure as hell tired of pulling weeds," Roger said. His voice sounded strange. He was breathing a little faster. It was a little scary to see the reaction she was causing, but Hayley was terribly excited by it all too. She stretched again, this time opening her legs as wide as they'd go. She shivered as she felt her crotch being stretched. Her slit opened under the narrow band of nylon. She knew that when she was really stretched wide like that, the crotchband wouldn't quite cover her completely. Roger must have known the same thing.
"Gosh, what's keeping Tammy?" she said, sitting up suddenly. Roger turned back to his work with a jerk. Hayley's eyes wandered to the crotch of his shorts. She sucked in a quick breath at what she saw there. The material was all poked out. She knew why of course. She was the reason. He'd looked at her young body and imagined something naughty. And thinking those kinds of things, he'd gotten a huge erection! Hayley had thought of herself as too much a child to affect a grown man. The idea of finding her best friend's father getting an erection because of her was almost too much to take in all at once.
She tried picking a toe and saw that Roger was just as interested. She reached behind her to get an imaginary itch and pretending she couldn't quite get it, asked Roger to scratch for her.
"It's right up there between my shoulder blades," she said.
His fingers were warm and strong and the soft rubbing began to excite her more than she'd bargained for. Again she found herself wondering what it would really be like to have a man touching her all over. Not with her clothes on like it was on an occasional date. But flesh to flesh. Finger to tit. Mouth to belly.
"Ohhh," she gasped, the last image causing her cunt lips to flood with fresh, musky juice.
"Did I get it?" Roger asked.
"Thanks," she nodded. "Thanks a lot."
Hayley rose and pranced across the lawn. She felt as if she'd gotten into something over her head. While it'd been fun experimenting with her neighbor, she had been surprised at the results. And she couldn't even begin to consider the consequences.
As she turned and walked back, Roger had lit a cigarette and watched her without attempting to hide the fact.
"How old are you, Hayley?" he asked.
"Oh you know. Same age as your daughter. Fourteen."
"How tall are you," he went on.
"Five feet six. Mom says I'm gonna be tall."
"How much do you weigh?"
"Hundred and ten. Do you think that's too much?"
"Not at all."
Her friend's father dragged on his smoke. "Ill bet you're a virgin too."
"Mr. Brewer!" she gasped, feeling her face flush red.
"Oh, come off it, I've got a daughter too, remember? And I keep a close watch on her too. It's only natural that I'm curious about girls her own age."
"Well..."
"Are you?"
"A virgin you mean?"
Hayley felt so strange. She wanted to flee. But there was something about his persistence that excited her. It was like they were talking about her cunt, yet not really talking about it. Her clit tingled in response.
"Sure, I'm a virgin. Did you think I wasn't?"
"Not really. And I'm glad to hear that you are, Hayley." Roger Brewer pushed his wavy hair out of his eyes and beamed at her.
"I kind of feel protective about you. You not having a father and all."
Hayley was a little confused. First the obvious interest in her sexually. And now he was acting protective. But the thrill was still with her, and so was Roger's erection.
"If you ever have any questions you would normally ask your father, feel free to ask me," he said. "I know that a girl confides in her mother about some things. But a father is important too."
"That's nice of you Mr. Brewer."
He laughed.
"What's this Mr. Brewer stuff? You've never bothered with formalities before."
"I don't know what made me say that." She eyed him curiously. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're more than just pretty," he said.
That special look was in his eyes again. Hayley liked to think of it as a bedroom look. Her flesh tingled again and she hugged her arms.
"I mean if you were younger and you saw a girl that looked like me ..."
Roger cleared his throat and turned to his weed pulling again.
"I think I just heard my wife pull up out front."
Hayley rose and started towards the house just as Tammy burst from the back door.
"Boy, are you lucky," the red-headed Tammy exclaimed, "sunbathing on a Sunday while I have to listen to a boring sermon."
Hayley couldn't begin to tell Tammy what had passed between her father and herself. Or had there not been as much to it as Hayley wanted to imagine? But as she followed her friend into the house, she took one last look at Roger's tan back. He met her stare and winked. The wink went through her like a slow burn of pleasure and once again she was seeing his rigid, pulsing cock, white cream running thickly down it.
"Aren't you listening to me, Hayley?" Tammy scolded. "Aren't you listening to what I just said?"
CHAPTER TWO
"Tammy and I are going to the movies tonight and then if it's okay with you, I'm gonna spend the night at her house."
Ann Johnson looked at her daughter Hayley and nodded. "I don't see any reason why you can't. Just remember to behave." In her mind she was thinking of her own date that night and her skin glowed. With Hayley out of the house ... no, she shouldn't consider it in such a carnal way as that.
"I thought Betty was going to visit her mother over the weekend," Ann put in. She couldn't imagine Roger agreeing to keep two teenaged girls. She knew how he liked to putter on the weekends. And she didn't want to impose on him if it could be helped. Hayley examined the tight fit of her denim pants over her young ass as she answered.
"Oh, Roger won't mind. He said so, I heard him."
"You're sure it won't be a bother to him?"
"Roger's nice. He likes me."
"Oh, I'm sure he likes you. But that's not the point."
Ann was thinking of fucking again. The man who was coming to pick her up would expect her to be ready to go to a movie with him. She could call him though and suggest that they not go anywhere. Then she could fix a nice supper and the two of them could relax afterwards. Ann felt her face flush. She was almost planning the evening like a female spider. And she'd only dated this man once before. Yet her hunger for excitement could not be easily ignored. It gnawed at her day and night. How often did a divorcee get the chance for fulfillment short of haunting the singles bars. And she'd never stoop to that!
"I'm gonna get my things and go on over to Tammy's house," Hayley told her. She watched her daughter bounce up the stairs to her room. Then Ann folded her dishcloth over a chair and went calmly to her room. As she closed and locked the door behind her and her calmness dissolved.
"Ohhhhh God, I wish I had a man."
She tore at her clothing, not bothering to hang anything up. At last she was down to panties and bra. She peeled them too and studied herself in the full length mirror on the inside of the closet door.
"I look damned good for my age."
She did. She had long legs, the same long legs of her daughter. Her hair was slightly darker than Hayley's but curlier. It fell over her shoulders in luxurious waves in a style that was more popular with young women half her age. She clung to this show of her youthful spirit though. Men liked the way she dressed and acted. But somehow she went begging when it came to masculine company. A lot of men felt funny about dating a woman with a teenaged daughter. Ann couldn't really blame them.
"My tits aren't sagging yet."
She pushed her shoulders back and her white breasts lifted. They were full, nicely rounded swells of feminine beauty. Hayley would never have tits as big as hers. But then she wouldn't need them, would she? Not with her youth and looks.
The V of darker hair that hid her cunt was already curlicued together where her cunt had leaked sex juice. Just thinking about the evening had started her going. And she knew she couldn't stop until she had satisfied herself.
She was trembling as she opened her dresser drawer and dug under a pile of clean underwear for the device she kept hidden there. It was about eight inches long and made of ivory-colored plastic. It was the most expensive model she'd been able to find. She flicked the switch and it began to buzz and the whole shaft shivered in her hand.
Ann sat on the edge of her bed, legs parted to let her outer labia open just a bit. Using the tip of the vibrator to tease herself she began to lightly brush her inner folds. At last she felt the blood pumping furiously to the area. She could see the bright and glistening bead of her clit lifting from behind its protective hood.
For an instant she felt the embarrassment she always felt when beginning to masturbate. It was something that young girls did, not older more mature women. But then she didn't wear her hair like an older woman. Why should she stop giving herself pleasure? The other half of it was the hypocrisy involved. She'd made it clear to Hayley time and time again that nice girls didn't do such things. Now Ann had every intention of bringing herself to a screaming, breathless climax.
The buzzing of the vibrator against her moist, delicate flesh made her shake off those thoughts. She applied the tip of the plastic cock to the beginning of her vagina and felt her hole squeeze tightly around the humming thing.
"Ohhh yes! Ohhh that feels wonderful."
Her hips rocked where she sat and she could hear the squishy sound of her cuntlips rubbing slickly together. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees and then dropped to her elbows, one hand reaching between her thighs to guide the vibrator into her pussy. She dropped her face against the mattress and used both hands, stretching between her slightly parted thighs to manipulate the thick end of the plastic cock as it tingled and shivered inside her. Little by little she could feel her muscles opening out around it. The slow slide of that hard, cock-shaped thing was heavenly. She closed her long lashes and pumped her ass gently as another inch of stiffness went into her hungry hole.
"Nhhhuuuhhh, nhhhuuuhhh, ohhhhh God in heaven!"
Hot juice dripped down one thigh. She was resting on the bed with only her cheek and knees touching. Her shins were lifted free of the spread and her toes pointed back sharply as the sensations thrilled the insides of her body. She began to pant. The humming of the vibrator was more muted now as it became surrounded by the wet clasp of her pussy. Now there was an inch of it left outside. She thrust and felt the rounded tip come to the end of her vagina. She had about seven-and-one-half inches inside her now and it felt heavenly. She only wished that it was real.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh God!"
It was nice using just the tip of the vibrator on her dainty outer surfaces. Her clit surged with pleasure and hot blood when she petted it with the trembling tip and then she thrust it back into her pussy, forcing it deep. A weak whimper escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered. Oh yes, that had felt good. She decided to do it again.
This time she teased her clit with the rounded end of the vibrator until her hole began to open and close in a rhythmic hunger for that stiffness again. At last she satisfied it by pushing the whole length of the dildo into her and holding the shuddering tip against her womb while the surging ecstasy built. She was close to coming now. Very close. But she wanted more before she exploded and went limp. She wanted a lot more.
The phone rang. Damnit! Ann tried to close the muffled jangling in another part of the house out of her mind but it kept on and on and on.
At last she eased the vibrator from her dripping cunt and struggled to throw a robe around her shoulders. By the time she picked up the receiver she was barely able to stand and answered in a breathless voice.
"Oh, it's you Bill! I was just thinking of you."
She didn't dare tell him just how.
"I decided it would be nicer if we stayed in tonight. Why don't I fix you a nice supper and we can lounge around here, maybe listen to some records or something."
Ann wasn't surprised when her date took her up on the offer. To a guy an invitation to hang around a woman's house was the next thing to getting into her bedroom. Ann wondered if she wasn't being too obvious. But hell, she was horny. At least she could allow a little heavy petting. Or would she be able to stop there?
It was seven when she answered the door and invited the tall, dark-haired man into the front room. He was dressed casually as she'd asked him to and he eyed her short skirt and pullover a little longer than normal. Ann knew she had nice legs and though Bill had a chance to see them every day in the office where they worked, he seemed to be fascinated.
They ate not paying much attention to the food. Ann knew what her date was thinking. In previous meetings, they'd set the stage for more intimacy. Ann had let Bill kiss her deeply and allowed him a certain license with her clothed body. She'd enjoyed the warmth of his hand against her breasts, but never permitted him to stray under her blouse or bra to get to the real thing. But neither had she implied that he would never be allowed to do it.
When she'd cleared the dishes, Ann fixed a couple of whiskey sours and they went to the living room. Bill found a record he wanted to hear and then they danced a little, Ann relaxing against the tall, strong man. He was still a stranger to her and she was to him. But the hunger inside her was a steady burning glow now. She really enjoyed touching him. And she enjoyed him touching her.
"You smell heavenly," he murmured into her ear.
She let him kiss her neck and cheek and then they stopped dancing and his fingers slid lower. She wanted to make him stop, but didn't either. His palms curved gently around the plump swells of her ass. She sighed and leaned harder against him.
Now they were kissing harder, hotter, hungrier.
She let his tongue slide between her teeth, not hiding the obvious enjoyment she was getting from all this. But she knew she had to stop short of getting really intimate. This was only their second date. And if she let Bill do whatever he wanted, she might lose his respect for her.
Her big breasts rose and fell rapidly. She knew she was getting to close to the point of no return. Bill was kissing her neck more avidly. His teeth nipped her flesh. His fingers were reaching down her thigh as he leaned against her. Now he was sliding his hand under her skirt!
With a gasp, she grabbed his wrist. She was too weak to really stop him, but surely he'd take the hint.
"Bill! Bill, stop it, Ohhhhh, Bill, d-d-don't!"
He'd moved so quickly, with such confidence that her body shuddered. His hand had slid under her mound and cupped it tenderly. She could feel the moist heat of her pussy wetting the thin satin of her pantycrotch. As he massaged her plump labia his mouth ravished her neck and chest. What was he doing now? She felt so giddy, so dizzy with lust. His hand felt so good! Oh God, he was unbuttoning her blouse.
"Stop! Bill, listen to me!"
The softness of her tits was pushed up by her bra and he nuzzled the white flesh and then licked it along the edge of each cup. His other hand still pressed and petted her dripping cunt. She blushed at what he was doing to her. She was pressed up against the back of a chair as he worked her over. She tried to pull herself together. But the waves of pleasure never let up for an instant. It was so hard to use her willpower when ecstasy hovered that close.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, darling, you must listen to me."
But now she could hardly focus her eyes. It surprised her that she'd desired him this much. She knew she'd gone too long without affection, but now she felt like a empty-headed little teeny-bopper on her first date. She seemed to have lost all control over the situation.
"Bill, let me catch my breath!"
She summoned all her strength and pushed him away from her. His hand slipped from under her skirt and for an instant she saw the smear of juice across his palm. A musky perfume filled the air, too. The aroma of hot and hungry pussy. Her pussy!
He followed her to where she'd put down her drink. She sipped the strong liquor as he slid an arm around her waist from behind and nuzzled the nape of her neck.
"You're lovely. I want you more than I've ever..."
"... wanted anything," she finished for him. "I know. I've heard all that before. But what would you think of me tomorrow morning?"
"That's old-fashioned," Bill laughed. His fingers tightened at her belly. He seemed to enjoy digging into her feminine curves. Ann shivered, liking it equally as much.
"People go to bed with whom they want to, nowadays," he said.
"Maybe I'm not up to date," she breathed, wishing she could think straight. It wasn't easy with his fingers sliding down her abdomen. Through the material of her skirt she could feel his urgent touching. He wanted to sneak back to her mound again and touch the damp nylon of her panties. He loved to do that! He loved the hot wet softness of that part of a woman's body. Ann knew that she liked to be touched as much as he wanted to do the touching.
"Bill, can't we sit and talk?" she suggested.
"This is better than talking."
His fingers went lower. He was sliding down the fronts of her thighs again now, searching for the hem of her skirt. He found it and started under it. Again Ann grabbed his wrists. She was trembling. Her cunt was throbbing with a steady rhythm. She felt slick and feverish down there. Then Bill forced past her hands and she groaned and leaned forward weakly.
"Uhhhhhh!" she groaned.
"You're so hot. So soft. God, you're soft!"
He licked the back of her ear as his fingers pressed up into the silk-covered flesh of her pussy.
"I've thought about this for weeks. Touching you like this. All that juice, all that slippery meat to kiss on."
"Kiss on!" she hissed, shocked and titillated by his bold words. "You're crazy, Bill, you'd better let me go."
In all her married life, in all her experiences of a sexual nature, Ann had never experienced cunnilingus. She'd read about it plenty. But since her husband had been a rather reluctant lover, Ann had rationalized that it was rather bestial for a man to put his mouth against that part of a woman's body. Still, in the back of her mind she'd secretly dreamed of what it would feel like.
"Yes," Bill went on, "I'd love to eat you out. I mean, really eat you out!"
The last word was a growl and it made a shudder of excitement rush through Ann's body. But she began to struggle in his arms. She felt trapped, cornered. She was in over her head.
"Let me freshen up your drink, Bill."
"You can be my drink."
"Nhhooooo, ohhhh God nhhoooo!"
His fingers were digging deeper, pressing the drenched nylon between the lips of her cunt. The subtle friction against her clit was doing devastaA-tion to her will again. She panted uncontrollably, her shoulders bent forward, her nails dug into the flesh of his wrists.
Suddenly, Bill took her by the waist and dragged her to the couch.
"My daughter! She might come home and ..."
"You told me that she's spending the night with a friend," he laughed.
His eyes were dancing with unabashed desire.
"What better a time to show you how I really feel about you."
"You don't really care anything about me?" she whined. "You just want ..."
"Sure I want you physically, but there's more to it than that."
He grappled with her, pulling her down on the cushions of the sofa. Her short skirt was already pushed halfway up her tummy and she knew he could see the wetness that had soaked her panties. She writhed violently. A shoe fell off as she tried to kick at him. Then Bill had her wrists pinned beside her hips as he burrowed his face between her thighs. She had tried to keep them clamped, but somehow with all her kicking, he'd wedged his body in. It was enough room for him to use his teeth. She whimpered and shuddered and her back arched up sharply from the divan.
"Ohhh, this can't be! This is awful. It's something animals do!"
"Then they know where it's at," Bill laughed.
His curly brown hair was mussed and his handsome face more confident than ever. Again he pushed his chin into the white V of her thighs. She groaned and another violent tremor went through her. Bill was licking her panty crotch. He was poking at her with his tongue! Again it shocked her to imagine that a man would want to suck her juices like that. She'd always been a little embarrassed by her smell and slickness when she got horny. Yet this man was going after her like she was the finest steak. She couldn't help but writhe a little as his tongue jabbed at the place where her hole was. Even through the crotch of her panties she could feel him.
She wasn't fighting him as furiously now. She had felt the weakness slide over her body as Bill's avid loving continued. She hardly noticed when he sneaked his hands up to grasp the elastic waistband of her underwear. He slowly peeled them down, his mouth still slurping at the crotch piece that hid her smoldering cunt. It was when she felt the skimpy things being slipped over her ass that she panicked.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh, what are you doing?"
"Undressing you so you can really feel what I'm doing."
"Bill!"
"You want this. Even if you can't admit it to yourself."
"No, Bill, I want you to respect me."
"You want me to eat your cunt! That's what you really want!"
"Nhhhuuuhhh, Bill, I can't think straight. Ohhhh why are you doing this ... ?"
She clutched at him but he already had her panties halfway down her thighs. She bent her knees to kick at him again but her date quickly slipped her undies down and off one ankle. Before she could react, he pushed her legs wide and held them that way. He looked at her hair fringed cunt like it was the door to paradise. She stopped struggling, hypnotized by his expression. She'd never imagined that man could really call a woman beautiful down there. Sure, he wanted to slide his cock into something so hot and slick. But it wasn't beautiful.
"You're beautiful," Bill murmured.
He said it in a way that Ann had to believe. Then he touched her with his tongue. He pressed gingerly into the glistening red folds, easing them aside so he could get to her clit. Her ass lurched as he began to pet it and caress the little hood that protected its sensitive tip.
The realization of what was happening to her made Ann gasp with shock and then her senses were swamped with the tingling thrills of slippery licking as her clit was washed with Bill's spit. He worked his face deeper into the heat between her legs. She let one leg relax against his back, her toes pointing uncontrollably.
"Nnnhhhhhaaa! Ohhhhhh, Bill, ohhhhh God!"
She squirmed her ass against the sofa cushion. The sound of his mouth against her cunt was like nothing she'd ever heard in her life. It was a sloppy, slurpy sound and along with the gentle friction he applied to her clitoris, she wondered if she could stand anything so intense. But she stood it. She humped her back down into the sofa now, tilting her pussy up to him to feast on. She was immediately ashamed of acting so unladylike, but she couldn't seem to help it.
When the friction against her clit seemed to threaten to make her crazy, Bill moved his licking down her cunt, down to where her muscles were pinched in a velvet circle. She had not known the touch of a man there for many years. Her own fingers and the plastic shaft of her vibrator had been the only things that had penetrated her. But now it was Bill's tongue that pointed and poked into the clasping, taut orifice.
"Yaaahhhh," she grunted, her hips bucking again.
He held her plush ass with both hands as he thrust with his tongue again. She was digging her fingers into the sofa now as she felt her opening yield. It spread back, the muscles tingling as the roughness of Bill's tongue sanded them. Her flesh poured out floods of sweet cunt juice. He stabbed deeper, deeper. Then slowly pulling his tongue out, he teased the spasming edges of her vagina before penetrating her again.
"Whhhhuuhh, ohhhh Bill, ohhhh this is awful... good."
The last word had just popped out. But she knew it was how she really felt. God, how could she stop him from doing something like this? It was heaven. She hadn't known what she'd missed all these years.
Her cunt seemed to pulse with a new excitement. She'd had enough climaxes to know how it felt when she was getting close. But this new excitement was sharper, more urgent.
Only moments ago she'd been dancing coyly with this handsome male. And now she was on her back on her own divan, her panties dangling around her ankle, her thighs spread open to him as he ricked and sucked at her hot, musky juices. But Ann didn't have time to feel guilty now. She was caught up in the rising storm of pleasure. Her thigh muscles grew tense as she writhed against his licking mouth. The breath came from her lips in little puffs and she had her eyes squeezed tight. Her bra seemed about to explode as she filled her lungs again and again.
Ann was aware of Bill's fingers working the buttons of her blouse. She made a weak attempt to stop him, but that was all it was. He quickly opened the blouse and peeled it away from her shoulders. Then he was kissing the heaving flesh of her belly as he started to get her bra off.
"Don't undress me! Ohhhh, Bill, we can't do this! Not like this ..."
But now she felt her heavy breasts pushing the cups down and off. Bill's hot mouth went around one nipple and a new jolt of excitement made her body shudder. He kissed her neck and chin and then their mouths were clasped and she smelled her own cunt musk and tasted the lubrication her body had smeared across her date's cheeks.
Bill was fumbling with something. It was a sudden flash of fear that made Ann squirm enough so she could see what he was doing. She saw the transparent sheath of latex as he rolled it down over the head of his cock. His glans pulsed dark and heavy under the thin protective membrane that would catch his semen before it spurted into her body.
"Nooooo, you're not going to make love to me!"
"You don't want me to?"
"I... I.. no! Of course I don't. What makes you think ..."
He kissed her again and pushing her back down on the sofa, began to finger her dripping cunt. The gentle but firm penetration as he found her hole and entered it with his thumb made her babble.
"It'll feel like this," he whispered, "only lots bigger and lots better."
"Nnnooo," she cried, her ass flopping around under his rhythmic finger fuck.
"It'll feel so hard, it'll go so deep ..."
"Bill, please! Don't. Don't do this to me!"
"You'll cry for it then, when you feel me sliding inside!"
"Nhhhuuhhhh, uhhhhh!"
She hugged him hard, his words weakening her will, his finger exciting her cunt to a smoldering fever. More juice spilled out. She could feel it on the crack of her ass now. It was dripping onto the sofa. Her cunt wanted to be filled. And as Bill eased his body between her thighs again, she didn't try to stop him.
"I'm so ashamed."
"Like hell you are. You want it as bad as I do.
Stop acting like a scared virgin."
"But Bill, but... uhhhhh!"
Bill eased his rubber sheathed cock up and down her slit. He rubbed her clit and pushed across her hole. The spongy texture of his prick tip made Ann remember. She remembered when she'd first been married, when her husband had gone at her with the same hungry desire. His cock had felt good too. But not as good as Bill's rigid, throbbing cock.
Her ass did a little dance on the sofa as he began to wedge the streamlined shape of his cock into her hole. Her muscles squeezed him as he forced the barb into her. They gasped against each other's mouths, her tongue flicking his. His hands stroked the curves of her body as he jerked his hips, stabbing her a little at a time.
"Huuhhh, uhhhnnn, uhhhhh," she grunted to the rhythm of his fucking. She dug at his shoulders with her nails as that hot shaft slid into her slick opening. She was half crazy with loving it! Bill was right. She wanted a thorough fucking. And she wanted it now!
"Baby, you're so fine. God, you've got a cunt like a girl! It's so tight! Jesus Christ, it's tight!"
"... been so long," Ann whined, "too long."
Her heels played along Bill's back. She had given in to him totally now and the surrender made her all the more hungry to feel him getting deep. She squeezed the smooth, slick walls of her pussy in on him. He grunted deep in his throat and kept thrusting. Then she knew he was almost all the way in. Ann could feel the tightness at the end of her vagina. She could feel the press of his swollen knob as it touched those soft, secret places where few men had ever touched before.
"Uhhhh honey! Honey, honey, honeeeee!"
She moved her hips wildly now, without self-consciousness. The rubbing friction of their juicy parts was incredibly erotic. Hot trembles of pleasure went through her again and again. She felt Bill push his finger into her hair and pull her mouth up to be kissed. He kissed her savagely, his hips grinding forward and back as his cock stabbed and thrust and penetrated her to the mouth of womb. Her clit was like a glowing coal now and even the slightest contact with Bill's body made it threaten to explode in a final fury of ecstasy. But Ann was enjoying herself so much she didn't want it to ever stop. It was only when she heard Bill make a sound like a hurt animal that she knew she might as well go with him. Because his shivering, lurching body told her he would soon fill that rubber with hot cum.
Ann tightened her heels against the small of his back and fucked wildly under his in-and-out movements. The slippery suck of her cunt grew louder as her tissues grew plump with blood. She felt rubbery and firm down there, clasping so tightly around his prick now that he could hardly putt it out.
"Ann! Ann baby, Jesus! Jeeeesush!"
"Ohhh, Bill! Ohhhh do it hard!"
"God..."
"Bill! Billeeee!"
"God damn it! Ann, baby, I'm gonna ..."
"Come!" she squealed, bucking and lurching under him as he drove his glans as deep as he could. Then a shudder made him strangle on another moan of love and Ann thought she could almost feel the end of his condom bulge with cream. He kept ramming in and out of her. Her cunt tightened one last time and then she overflowed with the pleasure she was experiencing. The pleasure wasn't just pleasure now. It was an inferno of maddening ecstasy. She had become a tigress, biting and clawing at the male atop her. Her heels dug at the cheeks of his ass. Her pelvis lunged violently. She drove her open lips of her mound up and down against his body, feeling the stretch of his cock shaft inside her.
They snarled like cats as they flopped and struggled in the few seconds of utter joy that thundered through them so powerfully. And then they calmed, wiggling together more gently, bathing each other with affectionate kisses. Until at last Ann lay panting and exhausted under Bill's chest. She felt the sticky sweat between their bellies. She gave a short laugh of happiness. Well, she'd gotten a good thorough fucking alright. And Bill had been right about her needing it.
"I hope you don't think I'm ..."
"I think you're wonderful," he said.
"I let you have your way too easily."
"Oh, you fought just enough to make it good."
Blushing, Ann turned her eyes up at him. "Did you like me?"
"Listen, Ann, any man that knew anything about anything would like you."
"I don't want just any man liking me. I want you to like me."
"Okay. How about another date?"
Ann laughed and pushed him off of her. She tried not to look at his cock. She didn't want to seem curious or perverse. But she couldn't help but sneak a look. Bill's cock was still swollen and thick though it had started to bend a little. There seemed to be enough to impregnate the entire female population of a good sized town. Ann dressed, knowing that her date's eyes were on her constantly. She felt nicely ruffled. She was freshening Bill's drink when he came back from the bathroom. He still hadn't put his pants back on and the heavy droop of his cock made her tingle between her thighs.
He looked at her in a special way that made her wonder if perhaps her loneliness was at last at an end. Would this man like her well enough to want to marry her? And did she really want something so risky as that? Did she care for Bill enough for that? Ann felt suddenly ashamed. She'd been brought up thinking that a woman didn't behave as she had with a man unless she was sure she was totally in love.
"What are you thinking?" she asked as they sat together on the sofa.
"I was thinking how I'm going to take you into the bedroom in a little while."
"You don't look in much shape for that now," she said, glancing at the wilt of his cock. A droplet of jizz hung from the tip.
"Give me thirty minutes."
He nuzzled her neck. The pleasant shiver made her know that having him again would be nice. She felt unforgivably wicked. She couldn't even begin to think of her daughter knowing how she'd behaved. She squeezed Bill's hand.
"Bill, I'm a divorcee with a young daughter. What I'm trying to say ..."
"You don't have to worry about me saying anything," he whispered. "I'm always discreet even when I don't care for the woman involved."
"In other words, you care for me?"
"More all the time," he whispered and his hand slipped under her dress. She felt silly for having put her panties back on. But as he began to go through the sexy ritual of undressing her, she was glad she did. Then they were in her darkened bedroom, Ann giggling as he unhooked her bra and threw it against the wall.
"Bill! Ohhhh, darling, darling Bill!"
Her trembling fingers unrolled a fresh rubber down his throbbing feverish prick. Then she was whimpering hungrily as once again his hands divided her thighs.
"I'm going to make you beg for it," he said. The tip of his cock pressed her hole wide and he entered. As she tried to close down around the plump, rounded knob, Bill pulled it away. Her cunt jumped upwards, begging to be speared.
"What do you want?" Bill breathed. "Tell me what you want!"
"... want to be fucked," she groaned, her fingers pulling at his muscled ass.
"When?"
"Now! Ohhhh, Bill, fuck me now!"
And then a soft gurgle came from Ann's lips as she felt him shove under and in. Her cunt sucked him deep as she rolled her hips to feel the smoothness of his cock against her insides. It was a whole new life she felt. She didn't want to lose it like she'd lost the other pleasures of married bliss. She had to keep this one. She had to keep him coming back for more.
"Uhhhh, Bill, my Bill!
CHAPTER THREE
Hayley and Tammy had already put on their nighties when they decided to play a game of scrabble. Roger, Tammy's dad, was busy with some papers in his study but after a little nagging, told them he'd play too.
Hayley always enjoyed spending the night away from home. And with Tammy's mom gone, she'd enjoyed herself even more than usual. Throughout the evening she'd played a kind of game with Roger. Hanging around his study, asking dumb questions about this and that just to see if he noticed her. She was curious about the reaction she'd gotten that day a week ago. And she couldn't forget the spectacle she'd observed while borrowing a pie plate. When she closed her eyes at night all she could see was that huge, jerking cock, white cum boiling out of it. No, she couldn't get it out of her head.
So when Roger got down on the rug with them to play scrabble, Hayley was overjoyed. She dared to give him a big wink while Tammy was busy turning over the lettered wooden tiles. Roger winked back. He had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing else. He looked at Hayley's nighty like it wasn't even there.
The game went fast. It was easy to see that they were no competition for Roger. And when he made Hayley's word, cop into copulation, both girls giggled with embarrassment.
'That should win it for me," he said, starting to pick at the few remaining tiles to fill out his hand.
"Are you sure you can use that word, daddy?" Tammy said, giving him a scolding look.
"Hayley, you've got the dictionary. Look it up."
Her ears glowing, Hayley leafed through the Webster's until she located the word in question. Not that she questioned it at all.
"Copulation," she read, "is the noun. Copulate is the verb. To engage in sexual intercourse."
She and Tammy giggled again.
"That's not fair, daddy," Tammy protested. "We're girls, we don't think of words like that."
"Oh you don't, do you?" Roger's look was for Hayley and she had to drop her long lashes when she felt the flush on her tits.
"Well, you won anyhow," his daughter said, adding up the scores. "But it was a dirty trick."
Hayley padded upstairs with Tammy to her bedroom. They talked about boys for awhile before jumping in the bed and turning off the lights. Then they talked about boys some more.
"Would you ever go all the way with a guy who wasn't married to you?" Tammy wanted to know.
"I'm not sure. I guess it depends on the guy. Lots of girls have affairs nowadays. So I hear anyway."
"Yeah, but if they get pregnant, they can really screw up their lives. And guys don't give a damn about stuff like that. All they want to do is squirt their cream."
"I know," Hayley agreed. "It just takes a drop of that semen to really get a girl in trouble."
Tammy turned, her voice excited. "Did you hear about Rosey Russell? What she did to Bob Baxter?"
"No."
Hayley was all ears. When Tammy had a rumor, it was usually a spicy one.
"She was over to his house one night last week and he asked her to kiss him on the cock and she did!"
"Wow!"
"That wasn't all she did."
Tammy squirmed under the sheet. Hayley knew her friend was sliding a hand under her gown. "She actually swallowed his stuff when it came out."
"You're kidding me."
"No, I'm not! She said she gagged a little but it wasn't too bad after she got used to it."
They lay there in the darkened room, imagining Rosey with her lips tightly curled around the tip of Bob Baxter's cock. Hayley heard the soft, wet noise of her friend as she continued to touch herself. She pretended to be asleep. It was excruciatingly exciting to listen to the slurpy sound of Tammy's finger sliding along her open cunt. And the girl's breathing grew shallow and fast as she brought herself to a quick boil.
"Ohhh," she whimpered, rolling onto her belly to stifle her groans in the pillow. "Mmmmmhhh-uuuuhh," she babbled again.
The sheet had been thrown back and Tammy's nighty was tangled around her wait. In the moonlight her softly curved ass rose and fell, her long arms disappearing under her belly. Hayley knew what her fingers were doing to her cunt.
"Annhuuh, nhhuuh, nhhuuhh," the girl gasped out, her bottom plunging furiously now. Then she shivered and she wasn't breathing at all. Hayley was beside herself with excitement to watch all this. Tammy was trying to keep quiet. She didn't want to awaken Hayley but she just had to come! And as the throes knifed through her, a tiny squeal exploded into Tammy's pillow. With grateful lunges of her ass, she rubbed her mound against her clawing fingers as the ravenous pleasure throbbed through her. Within a few minutes, Tammy was snoring softly.
"God," Hayley sighed, rocking her own hips under the covers. She considered doing the same thing to herself. After all, she'd finally mastered the technique after years of uncertain fumbling. In the last week she'd done it at least twice a day. But she felt like she wanted something more than just a finger rubbing her clit. She thought of those vibrators that some girl had told her about. Yes, it'd been another tale from Rosey. And she'd implied that every woman over the age of twenty-one had one of those things to use on herself whenever the spirit moved her. Hayley imagined a vibrator in every woman's purse. She wished she had one too.
"I'm just not sleepy," she breathed to herself, swinging her long, slender legs off the bed. Beside her, Tammy dozed on. Hayley walked barefoot to the door and let herself out. Maybe she could find a snack in the refrigerator. Maybe a glass of milk would make her sleepy. She went downstairs and past the front room where Roger was watching a late movie.
The milk did taste good and she found a cookie to eat with it. After washing out her glass and turning the light off she went back down the hall to the stairs. It was Roger turning to look at her that made her hesitate at the first step.
"Can't you sleep?" he asked.
"Yea. I had a glass of milk, though. Maybe that'll help.
She put her narrow foot on the first step.
"Why don't you watch this movie with me for awhile. It's boring enough to make anybody sleepy."
Something inside Hayley told her to get her little butt directly upstairs and into bed with Tammy. But something else made her wish she didn't have to. There was something not quite proper about the situation. Roger's wife gone, Roger's shirt off, Roger looking at her like that. Or was all this what was right? She shrugged suddenly, feeling silly about the whole thing. She'd just done a little harmless flirting with her best friend's dad, that was all. She felt perfectly safe in his presence. He wasn't about to do anything so dangerous as make a pass at a fourteen-year-old.
"What's it about?" she asked, nodding at the flickering screen as she plopped onto the sofa.
"It's a mystery. But I think they forgot the plot."
Roger eyed her closely. His chest was broad and muscled and hairy and Hayley found herself peeking at him too. He was sitting at the other end of the sofa, a can of beer in his hand. She curled her legs under her and tried to concentrate on the television.
"That private eye is trying to talk his client into going to bed with him," Roger filled her in.
Hayley started remembering the frenzied details of that day she'd blundered into Roger's house and stayed to watch him jerk off. Then she was thinking about Tammy and the smothered whimpers her friend had smothered in the pillow as she'd had an orgasm. Orgy ... didn't it mean a lot of people doing it to each other all at the same time? She wondered idly what the asm part meant.
But Roger's casual mood of relaxation made her feel easier. She straightened her legs and stretched and tried once more to follow the lame plot of the movie. She wasn't aware of Roger's attention until her eyes flicked over at him. He was staring at her long, bare legs, naked from the upper thigh on down. She tugged at the short hem of her nighty, but couldn't do much to hide them. She was about to curl them under her again when her friend's dad grabbed her ankle. She squealed with surprise.
"Don't hide those pretty legs, let me look at them a little."
"Mr. Brewer, I..."
"You call me Mr. Brewer at the weirdest times," he laughed.
Hayley laughed too. The tight grasp of his fingers around her ankle had the most exhilarating effect. His touch was hot and strong and when he began to pet her instep with his free hand, Hayley let out a pent-up breath.
"Ohhh, that tickles!"
She squirmed and with the squirming a flood of hot juice leaked from her cunt. She felt suddenly very slick down there. And since she never wore panties to bed, there was nothing to absorb the extra moisture. Roger's rubbing of her foot continued. Now he gingerly pinched her little toe. She tried to hide her sigh.
"Roger ... Roger, please don't. You're driving me crazy with all that tickling."
"Does it just tickle?"
"Sure, what do you mean?"
She bit her bottom Up and tried to jerk her foot back. He held it all the tighter. A shudder of pleasure went through her.
"I'll bet you five bucks I can make you giggle," he said.
"Okay, you're on.
Hayley pressed her lips together and clenched her fists resolutely. She knew that if she could just concentrate, she could win the bet. And the five bucks would sure come in handy for buying something new to wear.
But she wasn't ready for what Roger did next. He moved over close enough to hold her thin, white foot in his lap and then bent to lick her smallest toe. The touch of wet heat was excruciating and another hot tremble went through her. Maybe if I don't watch him, she told herself. But that didn't help either. She felt his lips caress the little toe and she writhed on the sofa, her cunt wetter than ever. It was throbbing too and a certain electric-like thrill kept going through the core of her body. She'd never guessed that toes were that sensitive. But they seemed to be linked directly to her poor little cunt. And now Roger was gingerly chewing on three toes at once. She muttered a low groan and her long lashes fluttered.
It wasn't the sort of thing that would make her giggle. But it was doing something else. Something that couldn't be ignored. Something powerful. She rocked her slim hips and as the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbed together, she let her shoulders droop forward. Her nipples were tingling someA-thing awful. She had the wildest desire to pinch or rub them. They poked out the sheer material of her nighty even though her tits weren't all that big.
The little contest to see if she would giggle was turning into something else. Roger was starting to kiss the bottom of her foot now. He was licking and sucking on her skin. The pulsing sensations traveled up her long legs and zeroed on her pussy. She was going to win because she hadn't the least desire to giggle. Instead her cunt was running over with slippery juice. And her clit had swelled up out of its hood, swelled out between her labia like an angry little bee. She rocked her hips again and moaned. Now Roger was licking her ankle. Even that seemed to have a devastating effect upon her will. She knew that something strange was happening but didn't have the power to stop it. In fact she couldn't dream of stopping it! It was a heavenly experience! Even if it was weird.
"Ohhh, ohhh, you'd better quit. I'm not gonna giggle anyway."
"You're not?" Roger asked in surprise. But his mouth crept up her leg now. He had gotten down on the cushions so he could kiss her calf. Hayley stretched that leg, pointing and fanning her toes. The stretch made her cunt swell plumper with hot blood. And a musky perfume was in the air now.
The aroma of a young, overheated pussy. Hayley knew that Roger must be able to smell it too.
"Where's my f-f-five bucks?"
"You haven't passed the acid test yet," he smiled, pressing his open mouth against the soft white flesh in the crook of her knee. This sent Hayley into a squirming fit. She gasped and clawed at the sofa cushions as her slender body twisted around so that she was half laying on the rumpled cushions. Her gown had hiked up accidentally but Hayley was experiencing such powerful sensations of pleasure that she hadn't noticed. She had no idea that her friend's father was taking long looks at her adolescent cunt and the way the brown hair was curlicued damply together. The little game had gone far enough, hadn't it? Or had it? She couldn't thing straight. All she could do was feel the wonderful thrills that went over her flesh in waves.
"Nhhuuh, ohhh, God, Roger, I told you I'm not going to giggle!"
"There are things better than giggling," he murmured, kissing up the back of her thigh. Now it was getting to the point where Hayley knew she was on dangerous ground. Roger Brewer was breathing fast, like the sweet scent of her cunt was making him drunk with passion. She knew too that it was wrong! Very wrong for a married man to be acting like this. But though it was her duty to control him, Hayley couldn't quite bring herself to take the step. Every touch of his mouth, every wet brush of his tongue was bringing her sensations that she'd never in her life experienced. She was curious and hungry for more.
"Hayley, you lovely little nymph!"
His mouth was dangerously close to her cunt. He was practically putting his head in her lap. And now she saw that her gown was hiked up to expose her brown triangle of cunthair and the moist droop of her swollen cuntlips. She found herself panting rapidly. A blurry realization went through her mind. It was already too late. And even as Roger reached a finger up to her slit she knew she wouldn't stop him.
"Uhhhh, Roger, I... I..." With her eyes wide she watched him tenderly pet the bulging dark flesh. A droplet of her juice clung to his fingertip and he put it to his lips and licked it off. Then he pushed the finger a little ways into her slit. Her outer lips curved softly around his touch and she felt it, felt everything with excruciating intensity.
"I want you, Hayley. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I love you Hayley ..."
His finger moved up across her clit and a jolt of pleasure went up into her tummy. The thrill was so wonderful that Hayley drooled a little. Then her lips moved weakly when she tried to say something. Only a murmurring of half-words came out. She was fascinated with the way Roger's finger was getting deeper. It was buried between her outer lips, buried to the first knuckle. And every caress he gave her clitoris made her belly tighten, her hips rock.
Now he slipped down under where her hymen stretched across her virgin opening. The smack of her juicy folds around his touching made her shiver. She put a small hand out to hold onto his wrist. But the pressure she exerted was weak and uncertain.
"Ohhhh, don't do th-th-that."
She didn't mean a word of it. She was shocked, embarrassed, half scared. But she was overcome with pleasure too. A pleasure too acutely enjoyable to want it to end ... ever!
"You smell wonderful," Roger whispered. His finger pressed up against the lump of her cherry. He pressed harder, working around in a small circular pattern.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you how badly I want you. But I can't have you with this in the way, can I?" His finger pressed harder. For the first time Hayley felt a sting of pain. It wasn't much more than a pinprick in intensity. But she knew that if Roger kept pushing like that...
"It's more what I want to get into you," he told her. The slight movement of his hips made Hayley look at the crotch of his jeans. She hadn't noticed him slipping his cock free of his underwear and jeans but there it was! It seemed huge, the streamlined tip fat with blood and rounded. His foreskin was pulled back so she could see the whole, glistening barb. Just imagining that thing penetrating her body made her sigh. Just to imagine anything penetrating her body made her realize what being a virgin was really all about. Roger was talking about making a hole in her body! But she didn't even feel like she had a hole! She was smooth as wet sating down there. There were lumps and hollows and delicate, velvet-soft folds. But no hole!
"Ohhhh, let me go, let me up ..."
"Quit struggling you little angel. This is something I've waited for years. I've watched you grow up. I've watched those legs get longer, those sweet tits swell out and grow nipples. I've watched the curve of your hips as you began puberty. And now I can't stand it any longer. I'd go to jail for this!"
"... jail," she babbled, not knowing what he was talking about. Knowing only that she was in deep water and couldn't remember how to swim. But Roger's thumb was exciting her clit while he probed against her hymen. The itchy pleasure was making her hips lurch and jump. She clung to his wrists with both hands, her body wiggling more wildly than ever.
"If you obey me, you'll experience more pleasure than you ever thought possible," he whispered. "If you do what I tell you, you'll never forget this moment as long as you live."
"... as long as I live," she repeated as if in a trance. Her half-lidded eyes darted down to the V of her cunthair. As Roger caressed her with his thumb and fingers the smacking wetness of her cuntlips grew louder.
"Hold on tight," he said, his voice more urgent. The finger against her cherry drew back slightly and then was thrust steadily upwards. Hayley began to pant very rapidly and her heart pounded in her chest. The pain was sharper now but concentrated on a very small area.
"Ghhhaaahh," she whimpered, tossing her brown hair out over her shoulders as she felt the first surge of panic. "Nhhooo! Ohhhh, nhooo!" Her fingernails cut into Roger's wrist. But he kept pushing.
Hayley squealed shrilly. The squeal turned quickly to a soft gurgle as she slumped forward. Roger pressed his lips to her neck and murmured affectionately as he eased his finger past the ruptured membrane and deep into her spasming pussy. For the first time in her life, Hayley was being touched in there, inside that secret hollow of her body that seemed so taboo. She was still panting. Her breasts ached so strangely. Her belly was pulled in under her ribs. She was only dimly aware of Roger taking his finger gently from her fresh wound and pulling her down on the sofa. Now she was on her back, legs spread apart, nighty tangled just under her tits. Roger bent to kiss her navel. As his tongue explored the shallow hole she whimpered again and pumped her hips inA-stinctively. Something warm was trickling down, down the crack of her ass. She knew she was bleeding. But oddly enough she felt absolutely no fear.
Roger kissed her again, below her navel this time. He kept kissing his way toward her sparse cunt hair until she felt his tongue slide down into her slit. Then her clitoris throbbed with exquisite sensations of pleasure and she bucked on the sofa cushions, her heels thrusting and digging. Roger slid his big hands under her young ass and kneaded her flesh as he burrowed his hungry mouth deeper into the stretched heat of her cunt.
The small sting of pain told her that Roger was actually kissing the place he'd ruptured. He was licking her fresh blood! He was kissing her broken cherry and loving her with his soft lips. Again she began to pant like she was having a fit. This time her trembling fingers dove into his hair and she felt his subtle movements as he bathed her smoldering surfaces with hot spit.
"Huuuhhhnnn, uhhhh!"
Her hair flew out again as she tossed her head wildly. Her knees bent as she dragged her heels along the cushions. She pulled her knees back so far they almost touched her chest. She felt totally exposed, totally open to Roger's hungry mouth. And he took advantage of her surrender to feast excitedly at her teenaged cunt.
Hayley's clit had become a firm, small finger. Roger's upper Up brushed it repeatedly and she grew to yearn for the next brush, the next hot thrill. For the first time since it had all begun, Hayley realized she was very close to a climax. Her heat beat fast, her lungs filled and emptied. Her head spun with bright images as the electric pleasure throbbed through every nerve.
But it was around her clit where the pleasure was most intense. Her clit bulged and tingled as she pumped her hips up and down, rubbing her dripping folds across Roger's loving mouth.
"Whhuuh, whhhuuuhhh, whhhuuuhhh!"
Roger eased his mouth away from her pussy. She looked at him with sex-hungry eyes. He wasn't just a friend's father anymore. She felt totally different about him now. She thought she was in love with him. And the smear of her own blood on his chin made her realize that she'd stepped into a new and wondrous world. The world of sex!
"I want your first come to be unforgettable. Too many virgins have a bad experience because the guy rushes things. But you're really nice and slick now. And I measured you with my tongue enough to know that I won't hurt you going in."
"What? Won't hurt..." She was too excited to keep up with what he was telling her. But she knew what he wanted as he slipped his jeans off his hips and then his underwear.
He was so much more muscular than boys her own age. The upward jut of his prick scared her. It looked so huge! But the tip was as shiny slick as the surface of her cuntflesh. Very gently Roger rubbed the feverish head against the inside of her thigh. A bright smear was left behind as he nestled his glans against her pink labia. Hayley whimpered. As excited as she was, she was still scared.
"I'm going to take my time. I want you to feel everything. And I don't want you to be frightened you lovely angel."
He kissed her bare shoulder. She watched him slip the straps of her gown off and down. As if he were uncovering two precious treasures, he uncovered her tits. Then he went to work on them with his mouth. As one nipple was sucked hungrily between his teeth, Hayley arched her back and let out a long, shuddering moan.
"Ohhhh, Roger, ohhhh, darling!" She knew she was in love now!
"Touch me now," he told her.
Shaking more than ever, Hayley put her hand down between their bellies and found the hot stiffness of his erection. Her fingers curled around it and she squeezed to discover just how hard he really was. He was hard!
"I thing you're ready," he smiled.
For an answer, Hayley let her lashes drop and a soft flush made her cheeks glow. Almost imperceptibly she nodded.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now Roger was licking and nibbling both her breasts. She pushed her chest up for him, mad about the thrills his tongue was causing. She had always known that her aching, growing swells were sensitive. But now that her nipples had been sucked to their full size, the lightest caress made her whine with lust. Even Roger's hot breath on them made her belly heave, her hips rock furiously.
Her fingers tightened on his cockshaft. The head was pressed against her open labia and all her squirming around was letting the slippery surfaces smear juice over his glans. There was a soft, wet sound as she moved against him. The sound of love, Hayley thought. Her heat jumped in her chest as he lowered a little more weight onto her. She'd never felt what it was like to be under a man. And just that, just the feel of his body pressing her down into the sofa was enough to make her gasp with joy. Her thighs opened more. She touched the calf of one of his legs with her heel. Roger moved his hips forward and his back humped up a little. The pressure against her freshly torn cherry increased and for the first time since Roger had put his finger into her, Hayley felt pain.
"Ohhhh," she whimpered, biting her Up.
"Okay, darling," Roger breathed, "I'll take it easy. I'll let you get used to it."
His swollen tip throbbed there at the beginning of her hole. She could feel the smoothly rounded surface against her. It was like trying to push a pop bottle against tightly pursed lips. Her muscles had never been stretched and now Roger was forcing something huge against them. He pushed again and again she whimpered, her fingers clutching his shaft in sudden panic.
"Ohhhh, Roger, I'm so scared."
"But you're enjoying this too. I can tell by your face."
"Yesss!"
She let him catch her mouth with his and they kissed furiously for the first time. She'd been so accustomed to kissing boys her own age that Hayley had no idea what real frenching was like. The stab of Roger's tongue between her teeth made her suck at it as soft groans came from her flared nostrils. Again he pushed with his hips and again she grasped his shaft in fright. But she had felt something opening.
Her cunt muscles were stretching out around that barbed knob. The ache of the strain wasn't as powerful as the hot new tingles that went through her pussy. Blood trickled warmly over her knuckles where she held Roger's prick. Her hymen was still being torn to fit around the feverish spear this man was wedging into her immature body. But Hayley was experiencing an exhilarating series of thrills. They bombarded her afresh whenever she thought she had gotten used to them. And now Roger was sucking hungrily at her neck, sucking hard!
"Fhhhuuuuuhh," she gasped, her hips writhing under him. His cocktip pushed, opened her like a tight, slick flower of flesh and she grunted and bit her hp against the pain as that flared glans sunk into her pussy with a sexy, wet sound.
"Baby doll..." he murmured, his face slack with passion. Hayley tightened her young cunt down instinctively around the thickness that had suddenly entered her body. Her circle of muscles clenched Roger's penis just behind the glans and she felt him pulling back a little. But he couldn't escape from the hungry suck of her pussy now. He was stuck there, stuck inside her! This revelation made Hayley shiver violently. She ignored the pain around her torn hymen. Her fingers traced the stretched flesh where Roger's prick disappeared between her folds.
"You fucked me! You did, you did!"
"... tight," he moaned, "Christ almighty, you're tight!"
"Ohhh, Roger, kiss me again! I love you. I'll love you forever."
Again his hands were under her ass. She loved him to hold her like that! It made her feel totally in his power. She knew that he could hurt her if he wanted, he could ram his big cock deep into her body. But still she gave herself to him completely, let him touch and control her in any way he wanted because she knew he wouldn't hurt her for the world.
Hayley dug her heels against the backs of his knees again, her slim hips working gingerly as she tried to get used to the thick feel of his cock that was stuck tightly in the beginning of her vagina. It was hard to believe that it would go any deeper. But since he couldn't pull it back out, Roger started thrusting at her. He thrust gently, holding her quivering bottom like the treasure it was. More blood spilled down the cheeks of her ass and he stopped and bathed her breasts with kisses.
She took her hands away from his shaft now and wrapped both arms around his back. In their hot embrace, she could feel her body being pushed deeper into the sofa. She was spread under a real man! She was getting fucked! And it was more fantastic and wonderful than she had ever dreamed.
"Mmmmmmm," she cooed as Roger kissed her mouth again. His hips jerked harder than he'd done before and she gave a low moan as the juice slickened cock entered her another inch. His prick throbbed hotly against her clasping flesh. She didn't know if she was still bleeding or not but she didn't really care.
"Fourteen years old," Roger murmured. "A fourteen-year-old angel and I've got my cock inside you." '
"Oh God! Oh God, God, God!"
She licked his neck and hugged her thin arms tighter around his middle. He rocked his hips forward and back with a steady rhythm. Her cunt was loosening a little now. She could actually feel the edges of his glans rubbing her, exciting her. And the pull of her flesh when he forced deeper, excited her clit.
"Roger .... ohhhhh, honey! Ohhhhh God ... !"
She was so wet down there! She knew that the sofa must be soaked with her juices and her blood. But the moment was too hot and lovely to worry about soiling furniture. Roger traced the soft curve of her hips with his fingers as he pumped harder. His prick opened her inside and she felt more of him sliding past the hot tight clutch of her hole. Her juices were making it very slick and very easy for him to spear her. She wiggled with hungry excitement, her asscheeks dimpling as she tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed to the in-and-out movement of Roger's rigid cock.
Hayley's eyes closed as she felt the waves of pleasure grow stronger. Her clit throbbed. Her breasts burned with a joyous flame and she worked them back and forth against Roger's hairy chest. He was getting wilder with every passing second. She didn't care about anything anymore. She only cared about that burning need to rub the raging itch of pleasure she felt. The itch spread in waves from her clitoris and pulsed back from the tight surfaces deep inside her body. She whimpered at the hot rod of Roger's cock as he slid deeper and pulled back almost to the beginning of her hole. He drove down with power now, grinding her into the sofa cushions as he nuzzled and bit at her earlobe.
Hayley began to moan and then to cry out. Her cries were quivering high pitched calls like some animal might make. She couldn't help it. She was going to come. Every muscle, every nerve of her body was sensitized. She wriggled and bucked under the ramming lust of the man above her. As she got closer to release, she forgot who she was and who Roger was. It was just the ravenous delirium of male locked to female. Even their hearts seemed to beat together. It was Roger who reminded her of who they were.
"My little darling..."
His mouth covered hers and Hayley let herself fall into the tempest of total ecstasy. Her coltish legs kicked and jerked. Her flat tummy heaved against Roger's more muscular one. Her young ass danced wildly under the grown man's thrusts.
"Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her clit exploded. Even her screams were choked off by the intensity of pleasure that swelled through her body. She seemed to float in a high, hot dream as her flesh flushed with thrills, her nipples poked eagerly against Roger's chest. She pumped her hips in a frenzy of ecstasy, smearing her clit against her lover's body as his throbbing prick pressed hotly against the opening to her womb. She felt the hardness so deeply! She felt so full of hot, throbbing cock! She heard a growl and then knew it was coming from her own throat as she squirmed against the furious fucking her friend's father was giving to her.
"Ohhhh, Roger, I'm coming ... coming soooo good!"
Her throes had not entirely died away when she felt Roger pull his cock out of her. He was still thrusting, even as he forced himself to withdraw. The hot suck of her juicy folds around his tip made her gasp as he popped free.
"Darling ... Roger!"
Hayley was dimly aware of the anguish on his face. Then she felt the full length of his juice slickened cock pressed up against her tummy. It seemed so huge that she shivered at the thought that she'd had it inside her body.
"Ohhh, baby doll!" he cried, pumping his prick against the downy softness of her belly.
In confusion, Hayley reached down but she could only find his balls where they hung down over her freshly fucked mound. Her small fingers closed on the bulging eggs in their sack and as she squeezed, Roger grunted with pleasure. His body jerked, jerked more violently. And Hayley squealed as a river of hot cream exploded out onto her stomach. Streaming spurts made sticky rivulets down her sides as Roger got off his rocks.
"Darling..." she gasped, knowing now that he'd withdrawn so he wouldn't make her pregnant. With shock she realized that she'd been too lost in lusty passion to even think of the danger of pregnancy. She squirmed under him as more jizz spattered against the undersides of her breasts. Her nighty was sticky, sopping up the thick curds as Roger continued to rub his cock up and down in the mess. Hayley felt the hot sap fill her navel and overflow. Semen spilled down her sides, down into her cunt hair. Until finally Roger stopped moving so furiously and hugged her in his arms. She breathed deeply, trying to understand all that had happened to her. Roger looked at her with warm affection, his fingers petting sweat damp curls from her forehead.
Hayley had been in such a dream that it was with shock that she realized exactly what had happened. She was spending the night with her best friend, Tammy. And this was Tammy's father who'd just broken her cherry, fucked her, shot cum all over her belly and breasts. She lowered her eyes, too embarrassed now to look at him. He lifted her chin and made her meet his eyes. "You're wonderful."
"You're married! And you're my best friend's daddy. And ... ohhh God, I don't know what got into me."
Roger laughed. "My cock got into you. And you loved every inch of it."
She shivered again and was relieved when Roger kissed her neck. Then slowly he eased himself up from her. She let him mop the pungent jizz from her flesh with his handkerchief. But as the stuff dried in her gown it made the nylon stiff. She managed to sit up to survey the damage more.
"Ohhhhlook!" she gasped, staring at the mess between her legs.
There were smears of dried blood on the inside of both thighs and she could see a red crust drying in her brown curls. The insides of her cunt were more pooched out than she'd ever seen them. The raw wound where Roger's prick had torn a hole in her body seemed inflamed. And now that the sex was over with, she felt a dull throb of pain. Gingerly, she closed her thighs and put her hands over the spot as if to shield her body from further harm.
"You'll be okay. In another day or so you'll be wanting it again."
"I... I will?"
She turned scared eyes on him. Roger hugged her shoulders and kissed her freckled cheek.
"We'll have a great time," he assured her. "My wife is going to be busy with this new club she's joined. And Tammy will be taking swimming lessons this summer."
"You mean you want me to ... "
"To come over here and make love with me."
He helped her pull one strap of her gown onto her shoulder.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want."
"Roger, I feel so confused. I just don't understand about sex yet. I'm totally overA-whelmed. I never felt anything so good in all my life. But there's something inside me that feels wrong. If Betty knew, if she found out..."
Hayley trembled and hugged her arms.
"I think I'd die of shame."
"She won't find out. Nobody will. We'll be extra special careful."
He rubbed her back now, his palm warm against her flesh. Again Hayley turned up her eyes at him.
"I think I'm in love with you," she murmured.
"I love you too, baby. Maybe I'll take you off with me."
"God, what a scandal that would be!"
"Yeah." Roger gave a husky laugh. "Wouldn't it though?"
"I'd better get back upstairs. I'm a mess."
"You'd feel better if you took a nice hot bath. It'd help your cunt too. It looks pretty raw."
"It feels raw."
She touched her tummy and slid a hand upwards. "So do my tits. You really chewed on them."
Her frown turned to a smile as Roger framed her face in his hands and gazed lovingly at her.
"It's like a dream come true," he said. "All the times I watched you and wanted you."
Hayley felt like telling Roger how she'd watched him too. The time he'd jacked himself off. But she couldn't quite get it out. It just wasn't the sort of thing a fourteen-year-old girl said to her best friend's father.
CHAPTER FIVE
When it was announced at the office that Bill Johnson was being transferred out of state, Ann went to the women's restroom and cried. No, she wasn't in love with the guy. But God knows she could have fallen for him. He'd been the first male in years who'd been understanding enough to bring her pleasure. He'd shown her affection and made her feel like a woman again. He'd wanted her! When at last she'd dried her eyes and fixed her face and gone out into the office again she saw Bill at the coffee urn.
She started past him but he took her arm and pulled her close enough to whisper.
"You've been crying."
His look told her he knew why.
"I'm okay."
"Listen, darling, I damn near told the boss what he could do with his promotion. But hell, I'm not getting any younger. If I don't get ahead in this company in the next year I might as well..."
"You don't have to explain," she said, gently squeezing his hand. "I wouldn't allow you to stay on my account."
"I like you very much, Ann. You're different than most women your age. You have a certain youthful vitality about you."
Ann shook her head.
"I'm just a divorcee with plenty of hangups. And you know it." She squeezed his hand harder. "After the other night with you I thought there might be hope for me. But that's life after all. We can't have everything perfect, can we."
Bill hugged her shoulders.
"I'll be coming back. We'll get together."
"Yeah, sure."
She gave him a brave smile and hurried past so he wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. She finished the day without speaking to him again. She knew that to prolong the painful parting would only make her feel more rotten.
The following week Ann found excuses to miss work. She had plenty of sick leave saved up and she found she wanted a drink around one o'clock. A little wine wasn't going to hurt her was it? She burned up another set of batteries in her vibrator. She used the damn thing so much that it was starting to get expensive. And to make matters worse, Hayley was starting to act strangely.
A young girl was supposed to enjoy the summertime. She was supposed to go swimming and hiking and bicycling. But Hayley seemed content to hang around the house. And the way she hung around disturbed Ann.
The family had always been fairly modest when it came to dress. Ann had allowed Hayley her bikini of course, all young girls her age wore them. But now Hayley had gotten into the habit of lounging around the house in her nighty until noon... sometimes even later. Hayley's fondness for jeans and shorts had suddenly faded as well. Now when Ann could get her daughter to put something on, Hayley invariably chose a short skirt with a tight-fitting blouse or pullover. But what had shocked Ann more than any of this was the time she found her daughter prancing around the house without panties.
"I guess I just forgot them today," was Hayley's answer. Ann switched from wine to brandy as she felt herself growing more tense with every passing day.
Ann considered talking to Roger Brewer about her daughter. After all Roger had a daughter and seemed to manage her pretty well. And she knew that Hayley liked Roger. She could speak to Betty too and maybe between the two of them, the Brewers could give her some information that would help. One thing was for sure, Hayley was just not acting herself.
"But why didn't I think of Mr. Robertson!" she said aloud. It was ten o'clock on a Saturday morning and the Robertsons were surely up by now. Mr. Robertson, who lived in the house north of hers, was a counselor for the state youth program. If anybody would know, he would. And she was sure the man wouldn't mind talking with Hayley on a very casual basis.
Ann was already having her morning brandy but she put it on the kitchen table as she started over to the Robertsons' house. It was a sunny, slightly windy day and when she tapped on the back screen, she thought she heard someone tell her to come in.
But when Ann entered the kitchen, she heard voices, voices that told her she had entered the Robertsons' house without their knowledge. She turned as if to leave. But the next words she heard made her stop to listen.
"You're like a damned goat," Barbara RobertA-son said. "You want it morning, noon and night."
"That's an exaggeration," Russ Robertson replied.
He sounded angry but in control of himself. Again Ann started towards the kitchen door. It would be embarrassing to be discovered and besides the conversation she'd accidentally over heard had nothing to do with her. Or did it? The brandy in her blood made her think of Russ Robertson and his sexual need. Did it gnaw at him like her desire chewed at her? Ann pushed a hand down her belly. Her tennis shorts were tight and the material had forced her panty crotch up into her slit. She dug a finger over the spot, feeling the hot tingles that spread through her loins. Barbara Robertson was saying something to her husband again. Ann perked her ears. She could still make it to the back door easily if anyone came out of the bedroom.
"If you've just got to have it, well come on then," Barbara said. "But hurry up and get it over with. I've got an appointment with the hairdresser.
The bedroom the Robertsons shared was at the end of a long hall. Ann felt she was taking a chance as she sneaked down it because now if someone should suddenly come out of that room, she would be trapped. But the booze had made her feel like taking chances. And her own libido was throbbing at an exhilarating rate. She was so starved for sex that even her neighbors' troubled intimacies interested her.
The door was cracked open enough for her to see clearly into the room. And the bed was placed so that unless they made a special effort, neither of the Robertsons could see her watching them. Feeling guilty but too horny to pull out now, Ann watched Barbara Robertson fold her dress over a chair, add her blouse and bra and then get into bed. Russ was already undressed and for the first time Ann saw his cock.
He was a tall man, not overly endowed with muscles but trim and in good shape. Ann was surprised at the size of his cock though. It was long and slender and the cockhead was very large in relation to the rest of it. A shudder went through her as she watched him climb between his wife's legs. Barbara Robertson was a very flat-chested woman and she wasn't all that sexy either. The way she was behaving didn't help.
"You could at least open your legs," Russ said.
Barbara turned her face to the side as her husband lowered his body onto hers. He had a tremendous erection. Ann watched breathlessly as he rubbed the enormous tip up and down between the lips of Barbara's cunt. A little juice made the dusky blue flesh glisten and he pushed under and up, pumping his hips in an effort to penetrate her.
Barbara didn't move a muscle. She lay there breathing evenly, her hands at her sides, her eyes closed. She could have been thinking of a movie she'd seen or a book she'd read. She surely wasn't concentrating on the matter at hand.
For an instant, Ann wished she could change places with her next-door neighbor. It was unthinkable, yet she'd let it into her thoughts. If there was anything that disgusted her it was adultery. Her former husband's philandering had broken their marriage and she'd always sworn she'd never consider going to bed with a married man herself. But here she was lusting after Russ.
"Can't you put your arms around me?" he said to his wife. She did what he wanted as he forced his cock a little ways into her. There was a juicy smack as he began to thrust in and out and Ann knew that Barbara had to be getting a little excited. How could she not feel his desire? How could she not respond just a little bit.
"Ohhhh," the woman sighed, "ohhh damnit, hurry!"
Ann couldn't guess what Barbara's problem might be. She was too interested in Russ. The way his fingers dug into his wife's flesh. The way his hips moved and jerked as he forced more of his long prick up into her pussy. And his balls! They looked swollen in their loose sack. Again Ann wished she had her hot fingers around those potent eggs. She wished she could show Russ what a real woman could do! But no, that was a terrible thing to want. She softly whimpered and began to rub her cunt through the damp material of her tennis shorts.
Russ was pumping faster now. He was gasping and hugging Barbara hard. But it was plain to Ann that the woman was feeling the lust almost as strongly as her husband. She had an agonized look on her face and she kept writhing under him. Suddenly, with a squeal, she pushed him to the side and wiggled away as his juice-smeared prick bobbed stiffly in the air.
"Barbara ... wait, just a few more seconds."
"You were about to make me come," she snapped, frowning at him. "You know how I feel about that."
Russ watched her helplessly as she put her clothes back on. His cock looked as stiff as it had in the beginning. Ann couldn't get her eyes off of it. But she couldn't stare much longer. Barbara would be leaving the room any second and she didn't want to be discovered peeking at the door.
Ann hurried quietly down the hall and let herself out the back door. She still wanted to talk to Russ about Hayley's odd behavior. But she couldn't just now. Not after watching that perverse little scene between husband and wife. It was ironic that a man so well versed in psychology had a serious problem in his marriage. Ann let herself into her own kitchen and grabbed the glass of brandy she'd left on the table. Her cunt was a squishy, overheated mess. All she could think of was how to give herself pleasure. How to release the tension that never ceased to grow inside her. On her way to her bedroom Hayley passed her. "I'm going over to Tammy's," Hayley told her. "I thought Tammy was taking swimming lessons on the weekend."
Ann glanced at what her daughter was wearing. A long, Hawaiian-type skirt and a skimpy little halter top. Her feet were bare and her light brown hair dangled over her shoulders in soft waves. "Oh, she'll be back in a little bit."
"Are you sure you won't be a bother to Roger? He likes a little privacy on weekends, I would think."
"Naw, I won't be a bother to him," Hayley said. She was out the back door before Ann could get in another word. She finished her brandy with a gulp and closed her bedroom door behind her. Then she stripped off her clothes frantically and dug her vibrator out of her dresser drawer.
As she lay on her back and began to apply the humming tip of the thing to her vulva, she thought of Russ again.
"Ohhh, Russ, I wish you were mine to play with. I'd let you fuck me all you wanted." Ann closed her eyes and pretended that the plastic phallus was attached to the tall man's body.
Roger was lounging on the sofa with the paper when Hayley came in the back door. He was wearing a pair of skivvies, that was all. He smiled at her and threw the sports pages aside. Hayley beamed back and glanced sideways at the sound that came from the back of the house.
"Betty's in the tub," he told her. "She always takes a bath on Saturday."
As Hayley came softly over the carpet, she thrilled to see her lover rise and open his arms to embrace her. His underwear bulged out in front where his cock had suddenly grown stiff. It excited her past reason to know that she had such an effect upon a male. Her long dress sighed around her ankles and she let him hug her close. She could feel that thing poking her tummy.
"I dreamed about you last night," she whispered. And it was true. She'd awakened in the night in a terrible passion, her hips lunging, her heart pounding. The dream had been of her and Russ on a honeymoon. They'd done it under a tree in a tropical lagoon. Even as the dream had ended and Hayley had come awake, she'd continued to rock her hips. Keeping her thighs pinched tightly together, the friction had caused her clit to explode and she'd had a glorious, mind-bending climax as she'd hugged her pillow and pretended it was Roger.
"What's this get-up?" he smiled, gesturing at her long dress and halter top.
"It was in the dream. We were on an island somewhere."
She shrugged.
"So I thought I'd dress the part today."
"I like it," he breathed, hugging her again. His hands searched down her back where the halter ended and her flesh began. It felt good. She moved her hips against his body.
"Oh, Roger, I want you so!"
"That second time was a little too risky for comfort," he said. Hayley remembered how it had been. She'd had to wait almost a week for her poor little twat to heal enough to even consider sexual intercourse again. But when it had, she'd crept over to Roger's place late one afternoon and they'd managed to fuck standing up in the kitchen while Tammy was taking a nap and her mother had gone down to the market. Betty Brewer had returned a little sooner than expected and Roger had been forced to hurry to the bathroom, a cum-filled rubber swinging from his fingers. Hayley had composed herself enough to make things seem perfectly normal, but it had been a strain.
"This will be the third time we've made love," she breathed against his ear.
"Who said I want to?" he teased. "Oh, you want to alright!" She slid a hand down to squeeze his erect cock.
"Listen, baby, we've got to be careful."
"Roger, I've been thinking about you all morning. It was all I could do to wait this long."
She dug her nails along his bare back. He was so big, so strong, so mature! She still felt as if in a dream to be desired by a grown man. She put one of her bare feet across his instep and then slid her toes up the inside of his leg.
"Don't I look pretty? Don't I smell good?" She passed her small wrist near his face. Hayley had stolen a drop or two of her mother's most expensive musk. It seemed to combine with her own youthful odors in a way that made her reek of sex! And the look on Roger's face told her he was getting the message.
"You lovely little cunt! Ohhh God, this is wild!" His fingers felt her roughly. "You said it was your dream to have somebody like me."
"It is, it is."
Hayley's green eyes flashed excitedly.
"Can't we play a little while Betty's in the tub?"
The words came out in a tremble of uncertainty. Hayley was experimenting with new roles and wasn't quite sure what worked best on a male. But her girlish seductiveness seemed to work, clumsy as it was. Roger growled happily and threw her down on the sofa.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh you're awful!" she gasped as his hand reached under her long skirt.
Her pantyless cunt was suddenly invaded by searching fingers. She arched her back, rubbing her mound up and down against Roger's deep probing. He entered her with his middle finger and then drew it slowly out again. Kissing her young face softly, he finger fucked her with excruciating slowness. Dimly Hayley could still hear Betty splashing in the bathtub.
' "Nhhhuuhh, ohhhh yess! Ohhhh if you keep doing that I'm gonna ..."
"Let me find a rubber," Roger gasped, getting up.
"There isn't time," Hayley whimpered, grabbing his wrist with both hands to keep his finger inside her. She flopped her head around on the sofa cushion as Roger bent over her. She was so horny from her wet dream of the night before that his finger was exciting her as much as a cock might. Her hips danced and bucked and see-sawed as she bit her tongue and began to grunt softly deep in her throat.
"Mmmmuuhh, mmmmuuuuhhhh," she groaned, pumping frantically.
"You're beautiful to watch, did you know that?"
"Roger ... uhhhh ... darling ... ohhhh!"
Her eyes went out of focus. Her small tits wanted to break out of her halter top and seeing how ecstatic she was, Roger read her thoughts and jerked one cup down. As his mouth went around the feverish nipple, Hayley felt the first hot tickle of her come.
"Uh, uhh, uhhh, uhhhhhh!" she babbled, squirming wildly under the sliding friction of his finger.
He was pushing as deeply as he could reach and as her hot feverish insides closed down on his knuckles, he eased back. And as he pulled out of her, his touch brushed slickly across her clit. With one final shudder Hayley came. She came in a frenzy of clutching fingers and smothered gasps. Roger nursed at her young tit as he rubbed the turbulent pleasure from her body.
The splashing sounds coming from the other part of the house signaled that Roger's wife was getting out of the tub.
"Ohhh shit, you wrecked me!" she sighed, smiling weakly up.
Roger was busy licking her adolescent juices from his middle finger. His erection threatened to tear a hole in his skivvies. Hayley felt a little bad that Roger hadn't been able to join her in a climax.
"I'd better get on some jeans," he grinned. Hayley watched him head towards his bedroom and then straightened her mussed hair and smoothed her long skirt down. In a few minutes Roger and Betty both entered the room.
"Oh, hello, Hayley," Betty said. "Tammy won't be home for a while but why don't you have lunch with us. I've got plenty, so don't think it's an imposition."
They all sat down at the table while Betty busied herself at the stove. Hayley felt guilty as the food was placed before her. She'd just been intimate with Betty's husband and now the nice lady was feeding her! But Roger's wink wiped away all that. She knew that having sex with him was the most important thing in her life now. And no amount of guilty feelings would stop her. She was in love, or at least she thought she was. "Pass the butter," Roger said. He gave Hayley a meaningful look when she handed the dish to him. Under the table she rubbed his foot with hers. He was still looking at her in the oddest way. She let her toes sneak up his ankle and he nodded almost imperceptibly. Hayley blushed, realizing what he wanted her to do.
"I'm certainly pleased that Tammy is taking swimming lessons," Betty Brewer remarked.
She poured herself more coffee and added cream and sugar while Roger continued to exchange hot looks with Hayley. She frowned, trying to warn him to be more careful.
"Yes ma'am," Hayley put in. "Maybe I'll enroll for the next session. I can swim, but not very good."
She'd slipped her foot up Roger's leg now and he'd grabbed her ankle and guided her heel into the heat of his crotch. With shock Hayley realized that he had opened his fly and slipped his jeans down a little. While dressing, he must have left off his skivvies. Because she could feel only his naked cock and the soft sack holding his balls. She caressed his hot shaft with the ball of her foot. Roger liked what she was doing. But he was signaling her to put her other foot up against his prick too. She obeyed, wondering if Betty noticed the blush on her cheeks. Roger turned to his wife.
"Get me another piece of bread, will you, darling?"
As Betty turned to wait on her husband, Hayley watched with shock as Roger dug a pat of butter from his knife and slipped his hand under the tablecloth. She started breathing faster as he rubbed the stuff over her feet. Then he was buttering his cock too! The heat of his body made a runny, slippery mess.
With her heels squeezing gently against his balls, Hayley used the bottoms of her feet to massage Roger's erection. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table as the friction made his penis start to pulse. Hayley hadn't thought it would be exciting for her to do something so weird. But the bottoms of her feet were surprisingly sensitive. And feeling the bumps and hollows of Roger's cock with her buttered toes was making her own cunt leak juice. Betty went on babbling about this and that, totally oblivious to the sexual encounter taking place just a few feet away.
Roger made a sound in his throat and covered it with a cough.
"You eat too fast, darling," Betty scolded. "That's why you choke."
"I'm okay," he said, wiping his lips with a napkin. Watching his expression, Hayley fluttered her long toes rapidly against his cock. The butter made everything feel so slippery and warm! Poor Roger was having a hard time looking composed. She found herself enjoying this little scene more than ever. She put a spoonful of macaroni in her mouth and chewed slowly, her eyes on Roger. She had stretched his foreskin back as far as it would go with her big toe while she used her other foot to tease the swollen lumps that grew from the underside of the tip. Roger was coming unglued, but he was trying to keep up a solid front.
"Are you alright, darling?" Betty asked, putting her palm on Roger's forehead. "You seem flushed."
"I've been getting a lot of sun lately," he managed to get out. Hayley grinned with soft malevolence as her toes flew over the rigid flesh of his cock. The butter made slick little noises but the sounds were hidden by Betty's continuing conversation.
"Would you like any more butter beans?" she asked.
"No thanks," Hayley replied. "But the butter beans were really good."
Her eyes were on Roger and he gave her a weak smile. He was having a hard time hiding his excitement now. She knew he was dying to breathe faster but didn't dare.
Hayley slid down in her chair a little so she could use the bottoms of her feet better. With a back and forth movement, she rolled his cock between her soles as the butter dripped down her ankles. The sudden fury of this new friction made Roger grab his coffee cup. But he didn't get it to his lips. He began to tremble and his eyes blinked rapidly. Luckily, Betty had gotten up and was running a sinkful of water to wash the dishes in. She hummed happily as she squeezed soap from a plastic bottle and searched in a drawer for a scrubber.
"Ohhhh," Roger grunted, coughing again to cover up the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing. Hayley's nostrils flared as she rubbed her feet back and forth, his throbbing prick trapped tightly between them. His cock was swollen to a huge size now and the buttery flesh slid easily against her equally buttery toes. She had increased the tempo of her excitation again. Though she had a slight cramp in one calf, she wouldn't have stopped for anything. Roger had started this little game. But she wanted to finish it. Her cunt was being excited almost as much by her own see sawing movements under the table.
Coffee spilled suddenly from Roger's cup and he grasped the cup as if he wanted to break it by squeezing it. Hayley could feel his cock throbbing against her feet as she masturbated him. He smothered another groan and she knew that it wouldn't be long now.
"You will mow the yard today, won't you dear?" Betty asked, her arms deep in sudsy water.
"Sure ... will," he gasped and Hayley felt a shower of hot cum spattering onto her ankles and legs. She sighed in sympathy for what he was feeling and continued to massage his blood-packed erection. Hayley was blushing now as she realized what an unbelievably erotic thing she'd just done. She was beginning to understand what the term nasty old man really meant. Roger was a nasty old man. And an exciting one too.
Roger quickly blotted his spilled seed with his napkin and cleaned the butter from Hayley's feet as well. She enjoyed his gentle touch. Again she was reminded of how sexually responsive her feet were. But then hadn't he already given her a taste of that the first night they'd frolicked? She wished that he could suck her little piggy again right now. She wished that he could lick the butter from every one of her toes and then put on a rubber and fuck her brains out. She wished ...
"Here, give me your plate," Betty said, reaching across the table. Hayley prayed that Roger's wife wouldn't get a whiff of the sharp aroma of his cum. But he'd lit a cigarette to mask any possibility of that. When she excused herself from the table and walked by him, he gave her a quick pat on the rump. Hayley stuck her tongue out. Betty, never picking up a clue, continued to splash soapy water around in the sink.
While she sat reading a magazine, Roger came over to her to whisper in her ear.
"I want to see you tonight. I'm going for cigarettes at eight sharp. I'll pick you up down by the corner market."
"Okay," she whispered back, already tingling inside at what she knew would be waiting for her when she met Roger that night. "Okay my darling."
CHAPTER SIX
"But Mom, I was just going somewhere."
"Mr. Robertson agreed to give a little of his own time for you and I'm not going to let you sneak out of it."
"But why do I have to talk to him, anyhow?" Hayley sulked. "He's a shrink or something. I'm not crazy ..." She looked harshly at her mother.
"You've been acting a bit strange in my opinion. And if I made you lift your dress right now I'll bet you're not wearing any undies."
Her mother's piercing look made Hayley blush.
"Am I right or not?"
"That's personal stuff," Hayley protested. Her mother grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"No it isn't, young lady. It's my business if my daughter goes running around town without any panties. I don't know what's become of your upbringing. Did I ever teach you to act like that?"
Hayley tried to wiggle free but her mother was really pissed. And she smelled like she'd had more than a few drinks.
"I wasn't going to run around all over town.
"Then where were you going?"
Ann's look was angrier than before. She shook Hayley and dug her fingers into her flesh.
"Just down to the market. It's a nice night. I just wanted to take a little walk, for God's sake." She bit her lip. "Ouch! You're hurting me."
"So you meant to go down to the market dressed like that."
"A girl can dress up sometimes can't she?" At last Hayley pulled free of her mother's grasp. She rubbed her arm, wishing she didn't have to take crap all the time. It was getting very close to eight. Roger would be waiting.
"And I can smell my perfume on you too," Ann continued. "A fourteen-year-old girl doesn't have any business wearing fancy perfume. And since when did you start wearing your blouse open like that?"
"God, Mother, I don't have very big tits anyway. I don't see why you're worried about someone seeing them."
"There are men who go wild over a young girl's tits, don't you know that?"
Ann was shaking, close to tears. She turned suddenly and grabbed the brandy bottle from the kitchen table. Hayley couldn't bear to watch as her mother poured a water glass full and guzzle it. She turned and took a step towards the door. It was three minutes to eight.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady? I told you that Russ Robertson is going to talk to you. I've already confided in him about my concern for your behavior. He's a very nice man and ..."
"You confided in him!"
Hayley glared at her mother.
"Just what did you confide?"
"That you've lost interest in your usual activities. That you spend too much time lounging around the house half dressed or undressed. That you
"
Ann looked down and lifted the glass of brandy to her lips again.
"Mother, if you told Russ Robertson that I go around without my panties ..."
"Well, you do don't you?"
Hayley was so mad she couldn't speak. She wanted to slap the glass from her mother's hands. She wanted to yell and scream. She did neither.
"Now," Ann said, bolstered by the booze, "I want you to go to your room and put on your underwear like any self-respecting girl should do. Then I want you to march yourself over to the Robertson house. Russ will be waiting for you."
"Who says I'm not wearing panties?" Hayley sassed.
Ann jerked her short dress up to reveal the white plumpness of her bare bottom. Hayley blushed and pulled away. "Oh, all right, but I don't see why you make such a big deal about it."
Hayley went to her room and picked a pair of her skimpiest undies from her dresser drawer. They were pale yellow and fringed with white lace. They were skimpy to the point of not having anything on at all. Hayley snugged the nylon crotch band against her cunt, let the elastic snap against her bottom. Then she jerked her skirt down again and went back to the front room. Maybe Ann would be boozed up enough to forget what she wanted her to do.
"I'll watch from the window until Mr. Robertson lets you in," Ann told her. "Don't try and sneak off, do you hear?"
Hayley was mad enough to spit as she strode across the neighbor's lawn and punched at the doorbell. Roger would be waiting for her at the market and she wouldn't be showing up and he'd be upset and disappointed and God knows she would be too. And all because of her mother's bright idea that she needed counseling. By this damned shrink, Robertson. No, he wasn't really a shrink. Something to do with psychology, she remembered.
"Oh, it's you, Hayley. Please come in."
The tall, lanky man guided her to the back of the house. He smiled the whole way. Hayley didn't feel like smilling. She wanted to break something. They went into a room that was obviously Russ Robertson's study. It was a comfortable, homey spot and Hayley plopped herself down on the leather couch without being invited to do so. She didn't adjust her skirt either when it flopped up to reveal a little more of her slender, slightly tan thighs. She noticed that Russ gave her legs a look as he sat down across from her. So maybe Roger wasn't the only male who liked her youthful sexuality. She wondered just how interested this gangly man with the soft eyes might be when it came to young stuff. She crossed her legs slowly, letting him get a good look at her thighs. Under her tight pullover, her nipples rose to push out the material.
"I guess my mother's been blabbing. There's nothing wrong with me, so we could save a lot of time if... "
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with you."
Russ reached behind him to a small refrigerator, neatly camouflaged as a drawer of his desk. Neato, Hayley thought. He turned and held up a frosty bottle of beer.
"Would you like one of these, Hayley?"
"Why not?" she shrugged. The brew felt good going down. She didn't want to admit it but she liked this guy. At least he was treating her like an adult. She wondered just how adult he thought she was. She turned her shoulders so he could see the profile of her small, softly curved breasts. Sure enough, Russ stared. Inside her Hayley felt a tingle of excitement. She hadn't guessed that a married psychologist would have the slightest interest in his neighbor's teenaged daughter.
"First, let me say that whatever we discuss together will be held in strictest confidence."
He cleared his throat.
"And you don't have to answer any of my questions if you don't feel like it. Okay?"
He smiled again and his eyes flicked down her belly.
"Sounds okay to me."
They both drank their beers. The small amount of alcohol had loosened Hayley up a little. She wasn't having nearly as boring a time as she'd stared out to have. She even found herself looking forward to Russ's first question.
"Do you consider yourself sexually active?"
"Uhh, what did you say?"
"Sexually active," Russ repeated with casual nonchalance. "In other words have you engaged in..."
"Oh! That." In spite of her desire to appear cool and hip, Hayley felt her cheeks grow warm. She nodded and gave a husky, "Yes."
"Have you enjoyed your sexual encounters?"
Hayley swallowed hard. Old Russ Robertson wasn't beating around the bush. She sipped more beer, fighting for time. But his eyes were steady on her. She took a deep breath and let it out.
"Aren't I supposed to enjoy it? I mean, isn't sex supposed to be fun?"
She drank nervously from her beer. Her honesty had made Russ Robertson's smile fade slightly. He got the oddest look in his eyes then and Hayley suspected that she'd hit a nerve.
"Yeah. People are suppose to enjoy it."
He drank his beer down, put the empty bottle on his desk and dug another one from the little refrigerator. His hands shook a little as he opened it. He was sneaking another look at her legs.
"Well God, Mr. Robertson, if you want to look at me, why don't you really have a good long look!"
She jumped up and jerked her skirt up around her waist. She was feeling a little drunk and unexplainably feisty. But Russ's eyes were bugging out of his head. He was staring at the way her nothing little panties clung to her pubes. He made a funny sound in his throat and grabbed his beer like he was going to strangle it. Hayley was feeling a little embarrassed at having flipped out like she had, but now that she'd put her foot in it, she decided to push a little further.
"Do you like me? Do you think I'm pretty?"
"I... I... "
He gave a slow nod. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes looked glazed. Now Hayley began to feel a little scared. But she wasn't going to give an inch. She wanted to get the hell out of here so she could meet Roger down at the market.
Hayley swayed closer to him. She shouldn't have had that beer. But it was fun to tease this poor bastard. She began to wonder if his wife ever let him touch her. He was sure acting weird.
"Hayley!" he gasped suddenly, grabbing her waist. She jerked her skirt back down and tried to backpedal. He hugged her furiously, his hot mouth on her neck. He was shaking like a scared rabbit. But whatever he had in his pants wasn't scared. Hayley could see the swelling and feel the heat as he pressed against her thigh.
"I think I'd better go home now," she said, trying to pry herself loose from his hungry embrace. Russ seemed to be in a trance. He had no intention of letting her get away so easily.
"Russ ... Mr. Robertson ... let me go!"
"Hayley, you smell like heaven! Ohhh God, you lovely little ..."
He growled and tried to kiss her mouth. It was a sloppy, urgent kiss and though she struggled against it, Hayley found her body responding to the man's lust. Her nipples burned against his chest, even through their clothes. And the lump in his pants kept rubbing her tummy as he pulled her down onto the rug. Somehow she twisted her mouth free of his caress.
"Your wife will hear!" Hayley cried.
"She's gone, thank God. We're all alone!"
"Ohhh, ohhhh don't."
The man had dug his fingers into her firm, young ass and was pulling at her skimpy panties. They peeled down her body and when the nylon came free of her pubes it made a sticky sound. She was wetter than she'd thought. The next thing she felt was Russ's hot tongue dividing her cuntlips. Russ licked at her like a starving man. And the slurpy friction was too shudderingly thrilling to ignore. She struggled weakly for another moment or two and then let her trembling fingers untangle from his hair. Then she was petting his hands as Russ pushed them up her heaving belly to find her tits.
"Uhh, uhhhhh Russ! Ohhhh what are you doing to me?"
His tongue found her tight hole and he penetrated her quickly. He licked deep, pushing in and out like he was fucking her. Her muscles tightened against his licking and her juices flooded out hot and free. She was dimly aware of him tugging at the rest of her clothing.
"You beautiful little animal," he groaned, looking hungrily at her bare thighs, her belly, her breasts. Kneeling, he jerked his belt loose and his pants fell. When his skivvies were pulled down too, Hayley cried out. His cock wasn't as thick as Roger's cock but it looked longer. The most astounding thing about it though was the cockhead. It looked like a doorknob! She cringed back a little, her small heels digging at the rug. Russ grabbed her hips and lunged between her coltish legs. His cock bobbed up, slapping against her feverish mound. It made a wet sound as her outer lips gave under the firmness of his tip.
"Nhhooo! Nooo, let me go!"
"Oh God, I need this! I need you! I want you Hayley, want you more than anything!"
Russ pinned her wrists against the rug as he nudged her cunt with his prick tip. He nudged her again, letting his hot glans brush deeper into the velvet wetness of her young crevice. The rubbing was starting to have an effect on her clit. Hayley could feel the hot nub rise from its juicy hood. Then Russ nudged it directly and as the tiny bead of sensitive flesh was pressed down into her cunt, she sucked in a quick breath. Her eyes turned up to see Russ's face lowering to hers. Then he kissed her again and this time she opened her mouth and let him suck her tongue. He moved his hips and her muscled hole stretched out tightly around his throbbing knob.
"Nnnnnhhhhaaahh," she cooed through flared nostrils. She felt that hard, hot thing sliding into her. She felt every inch of it as the tall, slender man moaned with enjoyment and fucked with his hips. The sound was mushy and slick. It was the sound of her pussy being penetrated.
Russ let go of her tongue and she let her head fall weakly to the side. Now he was chewing on her ear, her neck. His hands rubbed pleasure from her breasts as he kneaded the flesh of her bottom.
"Uhhh ... ohhh ... ohhhh, it hurts!"
"You're awful tight. But it's beautiful. Sweet and slick and hot... ohh Christ Hayley, Jesus Christ!"
"... rubber, you don't have a r-r-rubber."
"Hayley, you're mine now. You can come over here all the time ..."
He thrust harder and Hayley arched her back sharply as his prick gouged so deep that she thought she might cough it out of her mouth. He wiggled against her twitching body as his tongue wet her nipples again. She'd never been had so fast and furious as this! Even Roger's expert technique had given her time to think. But Russ was like a starving wolf. He was clutching at her, wetting her with kisses. And all the time his rigid cock speared deeper into her fevered cunt.
"Nhhhaahh, ohhhhh God!" She writhed under him, one sandal slipping from her foot and then the other. Hayley felt her thigh muscles grow tense. It was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to her... it was all happening so fast. Yes, that was it. She didn't have time to think, to think of a way to stop him. The throbbing glans was being wedged deeper into her hole and as it pulled at her insides, hot tremors of lust made her hips squirm wildly. Russ gasped with pleasure at her frenzied movements. "... Hayley honey, oh God, God ..." Without really thinking about it she'd wrapped her arms tightly around his body. And instead of trying to close her thighs like she had at first, she was opening them wider. Letting him probe deeper with the feverish head of his prick. Her juices were flowing steadily too and the added lubrication made his in and out movements sound very sexy.
Hayley remembered from her brief encounters with Roger. She was getting to love that squishy, sliding music of a hard cock moving in and out of her slippery hole.
"Uhhhh, uhhhhnnnnn," she moaned. "Angel baby," the lanky man breathed against her throat. His passion had stirred her up. His frantic need for her had overwhelmed her. Roger had wanted her, too. But this guy, this poor horny bastard seemed to be half crazy with delight. She sensed just how erotic her young, firm flesh must feel to him. She could tell by the way he adored her small tits with his mouth that he was lost in paradise. His fingers touched her adolescent curves like she was made of gold. But Hayley was just flesh and blood. And all this wondrous desire made her want him just as much.
"Russ... ohhhh it's going in me so deep! Ohhhhh Russ... !"
His hands framed her face as he kissed her chin and cheeks and then her mouth. She shuddered like a windblown leaf. Her belly heaved against his. Her heels hooked behind his thighs as she let him have as much of her as he wanted. And he wanted it all! Holding her white asscheeks gingerly in his palms, he moved his hips with a slow, circular rhythm. That swollen tip so deep inside her body bulged even larger. She squeezed back with her dripping cunt. They groaned into each other's mouths. She curled her nails into his back and could feel the rising tension of their lovemaking.
Itchy pleasure shot through her clit and along the inner petals that swam in the juicy mess of her cunt.
"Uhh, uhhhhh!" she whimpered, rubbing the thrills into burning suns of pleasure that played along her thighs and belly and ass. Her body twitched, jerked, plunged faster!
"... Hayley..."
"Russ! Ohhhh it's killing me!"
With a violent heave Hayley pressed her pubes up against his body. Her back was humped down into the against the rug, her head thrown back to reveal her youthful neck. Russ feasted on it like a vampire as he fucked her in a convulsive frenzy of hurried lust. They both cried out together. Hayley could feel her come rising like molten silver inside her. She squealed again and clung to Russ's back.
Her words turned to garbled babbling as she drooled and bit at his shoulder and squirmed like a snake beneath him. Russ grasped her shm hips and sunk to the hilt. His balls flopped against her ass as he ground as deep as his swollen prick tip would reach.
Hayley could feel her womb being stretched inside her. That feverish knob was pressed against the taut opening to her babymaker! For an instant she felt fear. But there was no time for fear. There was only time for pleasure! With a shuddering whine she let go and her cunt tightened in a spasm of total ecstasy around the tall man's plunging cock.
"Hayley, darling, Hay ... leeeeee!"
He nipped her white shoulder and his body jerked. Inside her Hayley felt the boiling seed spurt out.
"... Nhhhuuuh, whhhaaahhh," she gasped, knowing that something dangerous was happening in the slick heat of her pussy. But the pleasure overwhelmed any sense of danger now. There was no way to stop, no desire to. She kept rubbing and grinding her stretched cunt lips against the hilt of Russ's body. His cock shaft stretched her muscles. A tiny trickle of blood leaked down where the rest of her hymen had been torn. But she never stopped the heaving, writhing madness for an instant. Her mind swam in a glorious paradise of sensuality. She felt the hot clutch of the man on top of her. She felt loved, adored, even worshipped. That and the ecstatic spasms of her cunt around his spurting cock made her sink her teeth into his earlobe and hold on as he thrust and fucked her fourteen-year-old body to another breathtaking climax.
She had almost fainted before the wild loving stopped. She blinked her eyes but couldn't quite focus them. Russ was easing his prick from her cunt now. She felt a dribble of something hot on her thigh. He was kneeling over her, a whitish string of cum oozing from the tip of his cock onto her leg.
"Ohh God, ohhhhh shit!"
She had begun to feel fear now. She sat up weakly and stared down at the white flecks of jizz stuck in her pubic curls. Her poor little hole was slick and swollen, the inner folds pooched out from the furious rubbing they'd had.
She touched a finger lightly to the fevered flesh around her clit. She winced and her shoulders trembled.
"You came inside," she whispered, only just beginning to know what that meant. Russ looked guiltily at her.
"Honey, I didn't want to. I know it was a damned fool thing to do."
"Oh, Jesus Christ, if you knock me up ... "
"Hayley, I wouldn't let you suffer for a single minute. I'd be by your side all the time. I'd marry you if you..."
"I'm just fourteen!" she cried. Her voice was shrill and tense and she tried to get hold of her emotions. She had to think clearly.
"Isn't there something I can do?"
"My wife's douche kit. I think I know where it is." He pulled Hayley up and helped her to the bedroom. She was limping, both hands clasped under her raw cunt to catch the cream that spilled. She couldn't catch it all. As she stood there on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, a white puddle formed by her heel. Glistening streaks of Russ Robertson's cum trickled down her thighs. She started sobbing softly.
"Don't cry Hayley, it breaks me up to see that."
Russ fumbled with a zippered case and extracted the needed equipment. Hayley didn't know the first thing about a douche, so she let him do it all. He made her sit on the closed toilet seat while he eased the long nozzle up into her cunt. She continued to sob as he filled her with the liquid. It trickled out onto the floor, washing his hot cum along with it. It didn't hurt and after two or three times, Hayley felt it was soothing her a little. Maybe she wouldn't get pregnant after all.
And she couldn't get too angry with Russ. He was taking care of her like a worshipful servant. His eyes were full of adoration. He touched her as softly as if she were a new born baby. He was constantly caressing her long hair, petting her thin shoulders. And when at last the douche was over, he put his mouth to her tender cunt and kissed her. Hayley felt like a princess in spite of what had happened.
"You really like me don't you?" she asked, looking at him from under her half-closed lashes.
"I'd do anything you want," he murmured.
Hayley was impressed. She was fourteen and Russ had to be over forty. She had him in her power. There was no doubt about it. And he wasn't a bad looking guy at all. She kind of liked being with him. But she thought of his wife then. It was a little frightening to imagine what Barbara Robertson would do if she found out that her lanky husband had fucked his next door neighbor's teenaged daughter right in his very own study!
Russ helped her back to the small, book-lined room where they'd writhed like animals until both had come. He made her let him dress her. She enjoyed the soft brush of his hands as he gently slipped her panties up against her bottom and put on her dress.
"Isn't there something you need," he asked, rubbing her shoulders, nuzzling her hair.
"Sure, every girl my age needs something."
"Just tell me and you'll have it."
Hayley laughed. "Clothes. That's about all I need."
"You'll have whatever you want."
Russ opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a packet of money. Hayley's eyes went wide as he peeled off five twenty dollar bills and put them neatly in an envelope.
"This is because you're special."
He handed the envelope across. Hayley took it. She didn't know quite what to say. Russ didn't seem to need to hear any thanks from her. He pulled her into his arms and held her so tightly that her tummy quivered. Even after that furious fucking she could feel a spark of desire still working at her.
"I want to know you better," Russ breathed against her ear. "Even better than this. I want to do beautiful, exciting things to your body ..."
"I'd better get back home now," she said.
Hayley needed room to think. She couldn't sort out her emotions, couldn't decide whether she was behaving properly or not. Russ walked her to the door. His long fingers smoothed the flesh of her ass as he bent to kiss her one last time.
"My bedroom is right across from yours," he said with a wry smile. "I've see you getting ready for bed a few times. But you usually remember to close the curtain."
Hayley smiled up at him. "I'll leave it open from now on." She tilted her mouth up to be kissed and felt his tongue tease along her lips. Then she hurried across the lawn and into the safety of her own house. It was after nine, too late to meet Roger. And when she thought about it, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him tonight anyway.
Ann came into the kitchen as Hayley was pouring herself a glass of milk.
"Well, did Russ and you have a nice talk?"
"Yes, Mother, a very nice talk. I'm sorry I raised such a fuss about going. I think you were right after all."
"Oh, darling, I'm so relieved." Ann hugged her from behind. Hayley prayed that she'd wiped all the cum from her body. The stuff had a pretty pungent aroma and she knew her mother would recognize something like that. Hayley touched the envelope that she'd slid into her panties for safe keeping.
"I have been acting a little weird. I guess it's just growing pains. Russ said I can come over whenever I feel like getting something off my chest."
"He's a wonderful man," Ann said, smiling broadly.
Hayley bit her bottom hp and squeezed her milk glass. She was glad that her mother didn't suspect just how wonderful Russ really was. Because in her mind Hayley was thinking of his slender, hot cock and that huge knob that grew at the tip. Her insides still trembled at what that thing had done to her!
"You're shaking, darling. Are you alright?"
"Sure. I'm just tired. I think I'll go up and take a bath."
As she climbed the stairs, Hayley thought of the two grown men who hved on either side of her. Both of them wanted her. Both of them adored her. She was beginning to understand the power her youth and beauty held. Now if she just didn't get pregnant...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ann felt terrible about what she had started to plan for the tall, good-looking man who lived next door. She kept telling herself that it was ridiculous. She was too mature for seduction, she had too much at stake to risk Barbara Robertson's anger. But since Bill had been transferred out of her office, out of town, out of her life, she was climbing the walls.
"I'm a grown woman. I have certain needs. I deserve a little happiness, don't I?"
When she thought of Russ now, it was always the image of him trying to excite his wife. The poor man was just as hungry for real love as she was, Ann thought. She would be doing them both a favor, but things had gotten a little more complicated since that day she'd watched his long cock sliding into Barbara Robertson's body.
If her own daughter suspected in the slightest that her mother was carrying on an affair, Ann thought she'd die of shame. If she was going through with his little plan of hers she had to do so with the utmost caution.
For a week she waited patiently, studying Barbara Robertson's habits, noting when she was gone and for what reason. She learned that the woman left every Sunday morning and was gone till past noon. Church. Russ never accompanied her. It wasn't difficult to arrange for Hayley to be gone during that time either, so as the long-awaited day approached, Ann suggested that Hayley take Tammy downtown and catch a movie. Hayley agreed and Ann felt her heart jump. She was really going to go through with it. And she only hoped that she wouldn't make a complete fool of herself.
It was hard to act calm when Sunday rolled around. But Ann got her daughter out of the house and watched her and Tammy on their way down the sidewalk. Ann hurried upstairs and took a quick bath.
She was slipping into a new nightgown she'd just bought when she saw Barbara Robertson's station wagon back into the street and pull away. Now Russ was alone. Ann dabbed her ears and wrists with her muskiest scent and went down to the kitchen. The battered toaster she found in the back of the cupboard had blown a fuse once and she'd had to buy a new one. Now she was thankful that she hadn't gotten around to discarding the old one.
Ann plugged it into a socket, pushed the toaster handle down and jumped back from the sparks that spewed from the malfunctioning machine. When she tried the kitchen light it wouldn't go on. She smiled, knowing that she had what she wanted. A blown fuse in the dark coolness of the basement.
She was trembling even more as she dialed the Robertson number. Russ answered in a lazy voice and she explained to him that something had gone wrong with her lights and could he please come help her find out where the trouble was. She was apologetic about bothering him on a Sunday but he was gracious, assuring her that he'd be right over.
Ann took one last look at her hair in the hall mirror before answering the back door. She'd had a hairdo two days before, one of the flashy new curl sets that made her look years younger. And the new gown was shamelessly low cut in front. The upward swells of her large breasts pushed out the dark blue satin. Through delicate lace her white flesh beckoned. And her nipples could clearly be seen under the sheer material. The gown seemed to melt around her hips when she moved. She felt very sexy wearing it. She prayed that Russ would feel what she was trying to telegraph.
"It's right down here," she said when he asked her where her fuse box was. Russ was wearing a t-shirt and some paint-flecked jeans. He followed her down the steps. Ann wondered if he was aware of her as a woman, as a woman who needed more than just some help with a blown fuse. When she turned and caught him studying her shape under the thin material of her gown, she smiled softly.
Russ fumbled With the ruined fuse and managed to screw a new one in. Ann pressed very close to him while he worked. She wanted to make sure he smelled her. She wanted him to get a good look at the exposed tops of her breasts and the snow white skin between the plump swells. She even put her hand on his arm, pretending it as an innocent gesture of friendliness. It was friendly all right. So friendly that Russ began to grow a terrific erection.
Seeing that swelling in his pants, Ann knew she couldn't restrain herself much longer. She was fighting the urge to jump on him like a wildcat and drag him to the floor. He was aware of her panting breath by now and the musky aroma that drifted up from between her legs to mingle with the sexy perfume she was wearing.
"Well, that should do it. You could try the switch now."
"I will in a minute, but why don't you have a drink with me. I want to thank you for helping me out."
"It's a little early for alcohol," Russ grinned.
"Oh hell, it's Sunday. Let me fix you a little something. I make one great whiskey sour."
She led him to the basement playroom and mixed the drinks while he watched her. He seemed more nervous than she'd expected. She couldn't guess why. But then she was shaking too. She felt that Russ must know what was in the air. She gave him his drink and sat on the couch beside him. It was a tense moment or two while she tried to think of what to say next. Russ stared at her. His erection had grown so huge that he was having a hard time hiding it. Ann was dying to touch him.
Ann turned her shoulder to him.
"I've got the darnedest itch," she sighed, "right here."
Russ scratched the spot, slipping her gown strap to the side to get to it. She could feel the tension he was experiencing. His hands trembled as he touched her warm flesh. And then he took a breath and she felt his lips on her arm.
"Oh, Russ," she sighed, thankful that it had begun.
"Ohhh, Russ, darling..."
She slid down on the couch a little, pulling his head around so that his lips would brush the tops of her breasts. The gown strap fell off her shoulder. Awkwardly Russ pulled the lace away from her breast. She shivered as his lips worked wetly towards her thick, brown nipple. Then it was inside his mouth and she felt the hot suction, felt the rough caress of his tongue.
"God in heaven ... Russ! Ohhhh God, yessss!"
His technique wasn't the smoothest she'd ever seen but Ann didn't care about that. He was loving her, touching her. His fingers petted the gown covered warmth of her belly. She moved her lips and he petted the tight tangle of curls still hidden under the blue nylon. She kissed his neck. "I should get back home," he mumbled. "No you shouldn't."
"My wife ..."
"... won't be back for another two hours."
"You knew," he smiled.
"You damn right I knew."
She pressed her hungry mouth against his and kissed him as deeply as she knew how. His cock throbbed inside his pants, begging for release. Ann's fingers worked to free it.
Russ moaned as she eased his erection out of the tangle of his skivvies and curled her hot hand around it. It was lovely, and she was excited at the size of his cockhead. It looked like a ripe plum all dark purple and taut and hot with blood. It was the biggest cock tip she'd ever seen! She wondered how his wife could get tired of having something so fantastic inside her body.
"I want you to make love to me," she murmured, lowering her face.
She let her tongue touch his cockhead at the top before working gently underneath. That was where those plump lobes swelled out. As her tongue skittered wetly across them, Russ moaned and worked his hips. She eased his jeans down as she sucked gently at the tight flesh of his cock. Her pussy was soaked, the swollen tips glistening and warm with her body's lubrication. Russ leaned back in the couch, watching her as she moved to kneel between his parted knees. She bobbed her mouth up and down, taking more of his slender cock. She used her tongue to fan the underside of his erection. Russ seemed half out of his mind as she continued to blow him.
Ann stopped and looked up at him. There was spit on her chin and lust in her eyes. Russ petted the sides of her head. She cradled his balls in her palm.
"You've got to promise never to tell anyone about this."
Her cheeks blushed.
"If Hayley had the slightest suspicion ..."
Russ jerked when she mentioned her daughter. He had the strangest expression. Ann shook it off. She squeezed his cock again.
"Of course I wouldn't say anything," Russ assured her.
"Then fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me now!"
Ann let Russ skin the gown from her body and then she got onto the floor on her hands and knees, waiting for him to undress and join her. He nuzzled her ass with his nose like a horny dog would. Ann was lust-crazed by now. She growled and crawled around on the rug while Russ felt her breasts and rubbed her belly. Then he was pushing a finger up into her cunt from behind.
"Ohh, ohhhhh God damn!" she whimpered, rolling her hips wildly as he finger fucked her.
He tried to mount her like a stallion would climb a mare but she moved forward teasingly and made him fight to stay on her back. But when she felt that swollen glans press into the juicy center of her slit, she couldn't tease him any longer.
He bucked forward, biting her shoulder from behind as if to hold her still. His prick spread her labia easily and there was a sucking sound as she was skewered with four inches of throbbing cock. She tossed her hips around, begging for the rest of it.
"Nhhuuh, ohhh yess, give it to me Russ! Ohhhh give it to me good!"
"Ann, you're beautiful..."
He held her hips and pressed his loins against her ass as he ground the head of his cock into her clasping tube. The friction caused by the angle of his penetration was intense. Ann's clit rose as the flesh around it was pulled by the force of Russ's stabbing movements. She couldn't keep her arms straight any longer and as they buckled and she fell forward on the rug, Russ continued to fuck her from behind, his hips rubbing her plump ass as he thrust deeper, deeper.
By mutual and unspoken consent, he withdrew and gently rolled her onto her back. She spread her thighs, pushing a finger down between her open labia as if to show how wet she was. Then she took his big prick in her fingers and rubbed the stiff flesh until Russ grunted with pleasure. He let her guide his tip into her mushy opening. Her dripping soft flesh closed around his erection and he thrust deep. She bucked and made animal sounds in her throat as her sharp nails urged his ass to drive harder.
"Ohhhh, I needed this so bad!" she shuddered, loving his mouth on her neck.
"... damn ... ohhh Jesus!"
They held tightly to each other, their hips slamming and rocking as Russ forced his cock the last inch. Her cunt closed down around the base of his cock and Ann squeezed as hard as she could. That was what men liked, wasn't it? They liked a firm young cunt. And though she wasn't young anymore, Ann hoped that she had enough control to excite him.
"I wish I was as young as Hayley," she gasped, lifting her breasts to be kissed. "I only hope you like me!"
Russ had that funny look again but he smiled and assured her that she was a very sexy woman, more beautiful than he deserved. They rubbed together with moans and soft bites. They were working their hips faster and more urgently now. The rising fire inside her was too hot to put out now! Ann locked her ankles behind Russ's back and plunged her mound in a frenzy of squirming excitement.
"... Ann, I'm getting close .. . baby ... Jesus ... damn!"
"Ohhh, do it! Do it!"
Her head spun as the furious passion swelled through her body. Ann couldn't seem to wiggle enough, couldn't capture that tickhng ecstasy that bloomed between her spread thighs. But Russ was catching it. He was rubbing it into an exploding delirium that made Ann scream and dig her heels into the crack of his ass.
She came choking on a shriek and the rumbling in Russ's throat told her that he was coming too. She could almost feel the hot spurts of his jizz filling her tight feverish hole. She babbled and sucked at his mouth, pumping with all her strength. She needed everything he had to give. Especially that rich, creamy stuff that his balls had given up.
"Ohhhh, do you like my loving?" she whined.
"Yeah," Russ moaned, "I like it."
And he rammed his swollen glans against her womb's opening as another spurt of semen boiled out.
Tammy put another handful of popcorn into her mouth and leaned over to whisper in Hayley's ear.
"That is Gloria Billings. Can you believe it?"
Hayley waited until a bright part of the movie flickered on the screen. Then she peeked over the seats in front of them to see if she could make out what the couple in the next row was up to. Gloria's head kept dipping out of sight. Tammy had noticed it first. But now Hayley's curiosity was stimulated. That wasn't all that was stimulated.
"She's really doing it to him!" Tammy hissed, pushing red hair out of her eyes.
"Oh, how do you know?"
"I just do."
"They wouldn't do it in a movie." Hayley chewed more popcorn. "Would they?" She stretched her neck again, trying to look over the back of the seat where Gloria was. Then she saw it. For an instant the white spear of Bobby Carlson's prick was clearly visible. It was glistening with wetness. And as Hayley watched, she saw Gloria's head bob down again, hiding the details of what was taking place. The sound told her all she needed to know.
"Oh God, she is doing it to him."
.
"I told you," Tammy whispered back.
"She's sucking his cock ..."
Hayley felt dazed by the shock of it all. She'd heard of girls doing that. And though she couldn't tell Tammy, Roger had even used his mouth on her. But for a girl to do it back was mind blowing.
"What if the guy comes?" Hayley wanted to know.
Tammy bit her tongue and stifled a giggle.
"She gets a mouthful of cum of course."
"I wonder what that stuff tastes like."
The couple ahead of them was making more noise now. Bobby twisted in his seat and Gloria couldn't be seen. She was groveling wetly at his lap. The girl's blonde hair glinted in the reflected light from the screen. As a quiet part in the movie began, Gloria's wet suckling noises could clearly be heard. Hayley found herself very excited. She tried to imagine what a man's cock would feel like. She imagined licking it and then easing her lips around the swollen part.
Bobby Carlson made a funny sound in his throat and they watched him jerk around in his seat. The sucking sound of Gloria's mouth grew suddenly very slurpy. Tammy gave Hayley a knowing look.
"He came! He just came in Gloria's mouth! Ohhh God, I'm about to wet my panties!"
"Me too."
They waited until Gloria had straightened up in her chair again before saying anything else. Then Tammy wondered aloud how a girl could do that without retching.
"Maybe it doesn't taste so bad," Hayley suggested.
"But it must be awful slimy and hot."
Tammy's words were husky with excitement. "I got some on my fingers once. Ted Pearson talked me into giving him a feel. So I messed around inside his skivvies for awhile and he started acting pretty weird and then all of a sudden he started shaking."
Tammy shrugged and fluffed her red hair.
"Heck, I didn't know what was happening so I kept squeezing him and then he kind of jerked and that stuff got all over my fingers. It smelled really far out. And was it slick!"
Hayley couldn't tell her friend what she knew about cum. She couldn't tell her how her father had used a rubber on her and how Russ Robertson had done it to her without one. She'd smelled the sharp aroma of jizz too. She'd even had it spewed up inside her! That was a lot more than Tammy had ever had.
"I'm so horny, I don't think I can sit here and watch this dumb movie much longer," Hayley said.
She'd been thinking of sneaking a finger into her panties. But after the live action she'd been getting lately, a finger didn't quite make it. "What do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
But Hayley had a good idea. She'd accidentally uncovered something that belonged to her mother while rummaging in a drawer at home. She'd been shocked by the discovery, then very much excited. It was a vibrator, complete with fresh batteries and shaped much like a male cock. Though her mother didn't have a boyfriend, Hayley had never thought about her getting horny. The vibrator told a different story. And since she'd seen it, she wondered how it would feel going into her own young cunt.
Since that one time with Russ, he hadn't found an opportunity to see her and things were even tighter at Roger's house. His wife seemed to hang around almost constantly now. Hayley had begun to wonder if her little game had been discovered. But no, that would have caused a terrible ruckus and she hadn't perceived anything which would make her behave trouble was afoot.
"I think I'll go on home," Hayley said. Tammy nodded agreement.
"Yeah, me too. At least I can go to my room and finger fuck."
"Maybe that's what I'll do too," Hayley said. But she knew that she wouldn't be satisfied with something so ordinary as her own finger. She had a wild vision of Roger and Russ running after her. In her daydream they pulled her down on the grass and stripped off her clothes. And then ...
"Watch where you're going, Hayley," Tammy said, "you stepped on my foot."
"Sorry."
The minute Hayley opened the back door she knew something wasn't quite as it should be. It was the smell that got her. Her mother's perfume. But strong! And the heady aroma seemed to be coming from the basement. She almost called her mother's name but a feeling inside her made her stop. That was when she heard the groan. Her mother was in the basement! And Hayley couldn't for the life of her understand why.
She crept down the steps and stood just outside the playroom door. It was closed but she knew there was no way to lock it. Her mother groaned again. Was she hurt? No, something told Hayley that it had nothing at all to do with pain. Ann's moaning had sounded unmistakably like pleasure. Hayley put her hand on the knob and turned it slowly.
"Oh God," she breathed to herself, eyes going wide at the spectacle before her. Russ Robertson and her mother were stark naked in the middle of the playroom rug. Russ was hugging Ann tightly. But they were upside down to each other! And then Hayley saw why.
"Russ.. . Russ, darling, you're driving me insane!"
Hayley felt the tremor of pleasure in her own cunt as she watched Russ wallow his mouth against her mother's glistening pussy. And then she watched Ann steady the man's prick in both her hands and lap at the swollen glans like it was a lollipop. For the first time in her life Hayley realized what sixty-nine really meant.
Her first emotion was one of anger. Russ had said so many beautiful things to her. He'd acted like he lived and died for the next time he could have her with him. And here he was going at her very own mother like he couldn't get enough.
But after the anger had passed, Hayley found herself very excited. The shock of seeing her mother naked was replaced by passion. She could see how far apart Ann was holding her knees. She was really getting eaten up by Russ's hungry mouth. And between groans, she was doing a pretty good job on his cock.
Ann's head bobbed now, taking that plum-colored knob deep into her throat. Hayley pushed a hand into her panties and probed her clit with a slick finger. She heard her mother gag a little as her lips fit close to Russ's balls. How could she do it? How was she able to keep from throwing up? But the more she watched her mother giving Russ a blow job, the hotter became her curiosity.
"... honey! Ohhhh Jesus Christ, Ann, darling... !"
Russ was writhing around. He seemed to want to really ram his prick down her throat but somehow held his body up enough so that Ann could take as much of him as she was able to without choking. They stopped together as if by mutual consent.
Hayley watched her mother push Russ down. They were facing away from her now, Russ on his back, Ann climbing between his legs. Hayley was looking directly at Russ's prick as her mother's fingers guided it up towards her dripping vulva. Her darkened flesh was all swollen out. Hayley could see the blood-plump membranes give as the hot barb pushed into them. The sound was one of squishy slickness and Hayley sucked in a quick breath of excitement. That was what her own young pussy looked like when a cock was entering her. She wished that it was her instead of her mother with Russ. And again she felt a stab of envy.
"He doesn't give a damn for me," she breathed. "Those were all lies he told me. He wanted to get into my mama's pants, that's all."
She went numbly up the stairs. For a second she felt like slamming the back door in her anger but knew that nothing would soften the hurt she felt inside. She walked without paying attention to where she was going. But like a magnet, Roger seemed to draw her towards his yard. He was working over a rusty power mower when she came up behind him.
"Oh, hi, Hayley, how are you doing?" His hot look told her she was doing fine.
"I've missed you," she said.
"Uh, yeah. I've missed you too. But as you can see, my wife's been hanging around a lot lately. And Tammy."
He shifted a wrench from one hand to the other. He looked very nervous. Hayley put a sandaled foot out to rub his leg.
"You're scared, aren't you. You're scared somebody will find out about us fucking."
Roger shrugged.
"A man my age does have to be careful. I mean, honey, you're not even sixteen yet. They could send me up for a long time. And your mother would make sure of that."
Hayley looked at him with sulky heat. She tossed her long hair.
"But you still want me, don't you?"
She put her fingers on her thighs and drew them slowly up so that her dress bunched up and was lifted to expose the tight nylon of her panty crotch. Roger stared like he'd never seen something so beautiful before. Hayley felt the power again. She could hypnotize a man with her beauty, or at least it seemed as if she could.
"Yes, I want you, baby. But..."
"I want you too!"
She put a finger out to wind his hair around it. Roger glanced nervously at the house.
"Hey, Betty might be watching."
"Sometimes I don't even care."
Hayley put the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and moved it slowly back and forth. Roger gripped the wrench until his knuckles turned white. His shorts were becoming very full in front. Hayley could almost see that swelling, feverish cock trying to push its way out. Now that Russ had betrayed her, she needed Roger more than ever. And she meant to have him.
"Listen, Hayley, why don't we try to get together when it's safer ..."
"No!"
She shook her head hard.
"Christ, my wife and daughter are just inside the house and ..."
"Tammy is in her room, I'll bet. And your wife is probably taking a nap or watching TV or..."
Roger stood up and struggled with his shorts. It was hard for him to walk and Hayley was mildly amused as she followed him to the storage shed and workshop near the back of then yard. As soon as both of them were out of sight of the house, Hayley pushed a hot hand down across the lump at his crotch.
"Hayley, you've lost your mind! It's Sunday, my family's home, there are neighbors fooling around on every side of us ..."
"But we're in here."
Her words were breathy and heavy with want. She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and eased it back over her shoulders. The excitement in Roger's eyes as he stared at her small, firm breasts was equal to the first time he'd played with her on his living room couch. She straightened her back so the youthful flesh rose. Her pink nipples extended as they heated up under Roger's hungry look.
"Oh, Roger, I've been thinking about how nice it felt when you ,.."
She blushed and dropped her eyes. "... put your cock in me. Ohhhh God, I've never been the same."
Hayley had made up her mind that Roger was more romantic than Russ. At least she believed what Roger said. Russ was a damned liar. She wasn't going to have anything more to do with him. She was going to devote the rest of her life to Roger.
She put a hand out to touch his face.
"Is something wrong, darling?"
"I've got to go inside. I've got some things to get fixed before Betty comes looking for me."
Roger started to move past her.
Hayley panicked. What had happened to her charms? She felt that her romantic world would crumble if she failed to arouse Roger enough to make him want her. She had to get him under her power again. And she remembered that there was something else she could resort to. This was an emergency.
Hayley grabbed his wrist. He stopped and looked into her eyes. He was breathing rapidly, like an animal trying to think of a way out of a trap, j Hayley licked her lips again. The bastard wasn't going to wriggle out of this trap. Again she let her eyes grow soft and hungry and she dug at his palm with a sharp nail.
"I'll suck you," she whispered, blushing.
Roger swallowed hard.
"What?"
"I said I'll suck you. Now."
"God, Hayley, you don't realize how chancy this is, I... I. .."
She had already unfastened the front of his shorts and was tugging them down. As they slipped below his groin, his cock jerked upwards, swaying heavily in the light that slanted in the single window. His glans was already much larger than the shaft. And the foreskin was stretched back to expose more than half of the smoothly rounded tip. Hayley's mind reeled with images. She'd seen Gloria doing it to her boyfriend in the movie. And she'd even seen her own mother sucking Russ Robertson's slender cock. But she had no first-hand experience herself. She had no idea what it would really feel like to suck on a man's erect j cock.
Holding the shaft with both hands she pressed Roger's glans up against her cheek. "It's so hot!"
"Hayley, we can't do this here. I'm dying for you to suck me, but if my wife ..."
"I never realized it throbbed like this!" she sighed.
Her heart was pounding. Scared as she was at the new experience, Hayley was very excited. There was a short bench seat behind Roger and she pushed him towards it and made him sit down. Then she leaned forward and rubbed her naked breasts against his glans. Her flesh was soon smeared brightly with his juice. The natural lubrication made her nipples shine and the soft friction had stirred her cunt to flood its own musky oil.
"Hayley ... baby doll."
Roger's fingers pushed into her hair. She could tell that his willpower was leaking away fast now. His cock was super erect! The foreskin was stretched tightly around the blood-packed glans. Hayley put her finger and thumb around the place where the skin clung to his flesh and gingerly worked it back and forth. Roger gasped and his prick jumped. With a wet sound, she jacked the skin back from his tip. The flared barb seemed to grow before her very eyes. It was glistening with juice as it continued to darken to a purple hue. The time had arrived to show Roger just how much she really cared for him. Hayley licked her lips until they were shiny slick. Then she took a big breath and leaned forward.
The soft sound of Roger's glans sliding against her pursed mouth was sexy enough to make her whimper. Roger whimpered too. She was just trying to get used to the sensation. The flesh of his glans was as velvety smooth as the surfaces inside her young pussy. It felt nice in her mouth, surprisingly nice. She twisted her head from side to side, gently caressing the throbbing knob, smearing it with her hot spit.
"... Uhhhhhh, Hayley ..."
"Mmmmm," she cooed, daring to push her lips down farther on him. Now his glans was slipping into her mouth. It disappeared with a wet pop. She tried hard to keep her teeth out of the way. Roger didn't seem to mind though when she accidentally bit him a little.
Hayley was very hot now. She hadn't expected to be so hungry for this strangely shaped chunk of meat. But once inside her mouth, the shape and texture made her want more. And for the first time she gingerly touched him with her tongue.
She repeated what had excited him so much. It was a gentle petting motion with the flat of her tongue across those little lobes that bulged from the underside of his tip. As she swathed these bumps with spit, Roger squirmed his hips and sucked in a huge lungful of air.
"Uhhmmmm," she moaned through her nose.
All his moving around was making his prick slide in and out between her clasping lips. This gentle fucking excited her again. She knew how her cunt felt now! She wondered too if Roger could feel the difference. She flicked him hungrily then, using the pointed part to lick and tease his cock until he was making growhng sounds deep in his throat. His fingers tightened deeper in her hair.
"Oh, yeah, baby, suck it like that! Use that sweet tongue! Ohhhh, you little teenaged cock-sucker, you're going to send me to prison before you're through."
These words thrilled Hayley. She felt the power again, felt that she had this grown man under her control. His cock shaft was slippery with her spit now and it was leaking down to make droplets in his tight curls. She bobbed her head over him, the friction of her bottom lip causing his shaft to pulse powerfully. She could feel the shape of that little tube, the cum tube that ran from his body to his tip. It was bulged out and firm when she tongued it. She traced its path to where it sunk between the lobes of his glans. At that spot she began to suck furiously. Roger sounded like he was coming unglued. Or was he just coming?
She tried to ease her lips away from him, realizing that she hadn't come to grips with that little detail. She wasn't sure whether or not she had the courage to actually drink this man's come. But she wasn't getting away that easily. Roger grabbed her firmly by the hair and held her suckling mouth down on his prick.
"Ghhhaaaah," she cried, jerking and trying to get away. His throbbing cock was sliding through the trough her tongue had formed. He was pushing it deeper, deeper into her mouth. And as it brushed her tonsils, Hayley gagged, her tummy heaving. She turned her big eyes up to plead for mercy. But Roger wasn't even looking at her. He had a dreamy expression on his face and his mouth hung open as he nudged his glans into the beginning of her throat. rubbed his swollen tip back and clasping hollow of her throat, the less she reacted normally.
Again Hayley choked. But the spasms weren't as horrifying as she'd thought they'd be. The more he forth in the le res to it. Finally, she was swallowing normally, swallowing around that hot barb of cockflesh. "Yeah ... yeah .... ohhhh yeah, Hayley!"
"Huunnhhhh," she gasped, "ghhhuuhhhh!" Her tongue flicked his prick shaft in a frenzy of excited movements. She could sense that he was about to explode. She could feel the steady pulse of his climax beginning now. His whole prick seemed to tremble as the spasms collected at his cock.
It surprised her when Roger eased his cock almost all the way out of her mouth. The tip hung on her bottom lower hp, throbbing like a bomb with a very short fuse. He was letting her do what she wanted now. Hayley used her tongue in a very gentle way. She smoothed the fevered knob with hot spit and then caressed the lobes and the place between them until Roger was shuddering all over. His face was red, his lungs working hard.
"Nhhuummmm," she cooed, lapping with a steady, rhythmic stroke. Roger wasn't breathing. He was swaying back and forth on the wooden seat, his shorts tangled around his ankles. He seemed to be caught in some awful limbo between total ecstasy and agonizing torture.
Hayley felt sorry for him. And now that he'd released her to do what she wanted, she decided that she was mature enough to eat his cum. At least she was going to try it. Her heart fluttered as she slowed her licking.
Roger was watching her again. He was watching her soft, pink tongue curl around his glans and then draw back into her mouth. She did that three times before dropping her head slightly and taking his tip and three inches of shaft. The spot under his lobes bulged out. A spurt of cream foamed out into the hollow of her tongue. The next spurt was more powerful and she could feel the sticky stuff spattering against the back of her throat.
"Hayleeeee!" Roger moaned, trembling like a puppy. His prick surged, tightening against the wet clasp of her lips. Using her tongue, Hayley caressed him until the tiny orifice opened again and a steamy fountain of cum bubbled out. She had to swallow now. And it wasn't as easy as she'd thought.
"Uhnnnnn," she moaned, her throat working furiously. The harder she swallowed, the more her young mouth rubbed against Roger's exploding prick. And all that soft friction was pulling the sap from his balls. Her fingers slipped far back along his shaft. She found the hot eggs hanging low in their sack and scooped them up to squeeze. Roger squirmed around on the wooden seat as she slurped noisily at his cock, trying frantically to get his potent curds down her throat.
White seed spurted from the corner of her mouth and she felt it dripping in long strings from her chin. She couldn't bother with a little messiness at a time like this. She knew that Roger was in paradise. She wanted to keep him there as long as possible. She wanted him to become addicted to her. She wanted him to want her so bad he'd do anything to get to her.
In her desire to make it good for him, Hayley clutched his prick with both hands and began to jack the skin up and down as she sucked noisily at his glans. That knob of smoldering flesh was as firm as a hot plum and as the cum mingled with her spit, she smeared the gooey, sexy mess over his throbbing tip as more jizz splashed out.
At last nothing more was oozing into her mouth. Roger watched her weakly as she popped her lips free of him and wiped her chin.
"Was it good?" she asked, a little breathless from the fantastic experience. "Baby, that was the best..." He stopped and shook his head.
"You're simply unbelievable."
"Would you do me a favor then?" she whimpered. "Would you please fuck me? Fuck me right here, right now."
Though Hayley knew that a male had to wait after a climax for his cock to get hard again, she was surprised when Roger reached a piece of string from the workbench and wound it tightly around the base of his cock. He tied it in a bow and then turned to her. A wicked smile was on his face, a smile that made her juices start dripping again. His cock was as stiff as it had been inside her mouth.
"It's a trick as old as the world," he breathed, taking her by the shoulders.
He drew her close and started licking her hot breasts. Her nipples surged with blood and the electric tingles went up and down her belly. Hayley felt her clit extending from its hood. It was pressing out against her panties. Reaching under her dress she dug a finger under the nylon band to rub it more.
Roger pulled her over to the workbench and bent her forward over the edge. She was panting happily, glad to be manhandled a little. He stretched her pantycrotch to one side to reveal the glossy, blood-heated slit of her pussy. The next thing she knew he was pressing his cock against that excited flesh. She felt the slippery movement of her labia around him. He thrust, fucking into her from behind. Her bare breasts rubbed the rough table, her legs dangled in the air. He rammed again and there was a gasp from both of them as her tight hole finally opened to let his barb penetrate.
"Uhh, ohhhh, ahhh," she babbled, her hips see sawing as he held her pelvis and forced himself into her fourteen-year-old cunt.
Getting it from behind like that made him feel so big! And he was already big enough! Hayley whimpered as her juices flooded to help make her flesh slicker. She pumped her ass wildly, her narrow back arching and then humping as Roger stood behind her, his own ass jerking forward each time she moaned.
Now he picked up her legs and held them on each side of his hips as he kept fucking her hot pussy. The juice dripped down the edge of the workbench as he went in and out, his cock dragging her musky honey from the secret depths of her hole. The friction was acutely exciting. And though her clit wasn't in direct contact with Roger's body, the inward thrusts of his big prick were drawing the flesh tight around the glowing nubbin. She kicked her legs and felt Roger's fingers sink into her thighs a little deeper. She was really getting plowed! And as her breathing grew more ragged, Hayley knew she could come pretty damned soon.
"Ohhhh, Roger, darling! Ohhhh, Roger, it feels wonderful."
He'd forced his cock so deep that now she could feel the string that he'd wrapped around the base of his shaft. Whatever the trick was, it worked. His cock was as rigid and firm as ever and the head bulged against her dripping pussy tube. Her body closed down around him again in a spasm of lusty pleasure. Roger bent forward to kiss her shoulders. A tingle made her whine for more. He bit the nape of her neck, holding on with his teeth as he fucked with hard, quick jabs.
"Ohhhh, turn me over! Please, Roger, please!"
He eased his cock out of her teasingly, her hips lurching after it when he stepped back. It pulsed proudly, her juices shining along its entire length. It was a wonderful, beautiful cock, Hayley thought. It almost had a personality, she liked it so much.
Roger rolled her onto her back on the workbench. Her skirt was pulled up above her waist and her blouse thrown back to reveal her tits. Her cunt was peeled open from the way she had drawn her knees up against her chest.
"You built your workbench at just the right height," she sighed, noticing how his cock was at the right level for fucking her as he moved forward.
"Maybe I had this in the back of my mind all along."
He gazed longingly at the slippery wound of her adolescent cunt. She watched him untie the string from the base of his cock.
"I don't think I'll need this anymore," he said.
He wrapped the juice-drenched string playfully around one of her toes. Then he took another look at her cunt and put his lips to the inflamed opening.
Hayley's trim bottom humped furiously against the edge of the workbench as she drew Roger's head in with trembling fingers. She rubbed her hot cunt up and down against his licking until she thought she'd have to scream from the ravishing pleasure she felt. But she wanted even more. She wanted his cock again. She wanted his teeth nibbling at her breasts while he plunged and took her.
"Now! Ohhhhhh God, Roger, I can't wait! Put it in me again! Darling ..."
Standing with his cock just touching her pulsing outer lips, Roger began to nudge forward gently. Hayley kept her thighs against her tummy but slowly lifted her legs and pointed her toes as that hot glans divided her once again. With a slurp she took it into her hole. Drool spilled from the corner of her mouth. Roger leaned forward over her, his lips sucking one of her tits deep. He mouthed and tongued it as she wallowed her chest back and forth and whimpered with pleading sighs for him to ravish her.
"Ohhhh, yesss! Ohhhh, do anything to me! Fuck me! Eat me! Ohhhh, take me, all of me ... Roger ..."
His cock was going deeper now. She wrapped her legs around his body as he let more of his weight press her down against the workbench. She squeezed and pumped her young ass with shivery energy.
They clawed excitedly at each other as their excitement quickened. Hayley's long, thin feet pawed the air over Roger's back. Her flat tummy heaved against his muscled hardness. He stroked her, putting his cock as deep as it would go before dragging it out with tantalizing slowness. As his blood-fevered cock was pulled back each time, Hayley squealed and plunged her ass in a frenzy against the top of the workbench. When Roger speared her again, she gurgled with happiness and dug her heels against his buttocks.
"Aren't I a good fuck?" she whispered, her pink tongue teasing his ear.
"Oh, God, baby, there couldn't be anyone any better."
They kissed open-mouthed and hungry. The hot flush of her breasts and the firm heat of her nipples told Hayley that her climax was very close. A glowing tension of pleasure had spread through her loins. The slightest contact from Roger as he petted her slit with his cocktip made her gasp for breath.
"Nhhhhhahhh, ohhhh, Roger, don't tease me! Put it in again! Put that thing in me!"
He placed the tip against her hole and she felt her muscles opening and closing rapidly as if to suck him deep. Urging his ass forward with her heels again, she grunted as his shaft slid into her slippery cunt. Roger started pumping hard now, his breathing almost as rapid as hers had become.
She writhed violently on the workbench. A box of nails was upset and went spilling to the floor. Neither of them cared if the roof fell in. They were locked in a hungry embrace, her mouth skittering against his neck, her tongue flashing as passion swept over her.
"Fuck fuck fuck me, my darling!"
Hayley humped wildly as the thrills stung her pussy. Then the full impact of her climax exploded and she couldn't stifle the joy she felt. She screamed. A shuddering, ecstatic cry of happiness as her pussy convulsed tightly around Roger's thrusting, slippery cock. Then she knew that he was coming too. He mouthed one of her breasts with sloppy licks and his ass jerked. Hot jizz was being pumped deep into her body! The dangerous thrill of it made her squeal again, made her rub her seeping cunt wildly against her lover's thrusts.
"I want your cum in me! Ohhhh yesss, it's filling me up. It's even leaking out of me you gave me so much!"
She nuzzled his neck, pumping steadily as her climax wound down into the warm afterglow that was almost as good as coming itself. They were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't hear the door of the shed open.
"Roger ..." Betty Brewer gasped.
That was the only word she seemed capable of speaking. Because as Hayley turned her eyes to the door the woman seemed on the verge of murder. Her face reddened and she clenched her fists and raised them.
Roger wheeled, his cock coming free of Hayley's cunt with a slurp. He sprayed white strings of jizz in front of him as he struggled for the right thing to say. Betty was staring in horror at Hayley's cunt. Hayley tried to hide the leaking wound where Betty's husband had just deposited his hot seed. But the white strings dribbled through her fingers as she sat up on the edge of the workbench. It dripped down her legs and hung in strings from her ankles. Betty turned her horrified eyes to Hayley's face. Hayley couldn't face her and turned away. Betty spoke slowly.
"You! You... !"
Roger reached out a hand to his wife but she slapped it away.
"Now Betty, I think if we went in the house and talked ..."
"I think I'd better go home," Hayley announced, jerking her panties on and smoothing her dress down. She felt relieved to slip past Betty Brewer and out into the bright sunlight. As soon as she was a few yards away from the storage shed she ran, the cum leaking through her panty crotch now. She could hear Betty and Roger going at each other. Ah the neighbors had stopped puttering in their back yards and were listening to the accusations and hot words of anger. Hayley felt that disaster was imminent now, and she'd been the cause of it. She was out of breath when she made it to the back door of her own house. The man in the yard directly in back of their house eyed her hungrily. She knew that he'd guessed what had happened. She returned his hot gaze and then flipped her ass in a sassy way and entered the house. Her mother was running up the basement steps. She looked thoroughly fucked.
"Hayley!" she cried in shock. "You're not supposed to be home yet from the movie. And what's all that hollering outside?"
"The Brewers are having a little argument," she said calmly. "You know, marital difficulties."
From the bottom of the stairs Russ Robertson peeked up at them. Hayley smiled knowingly as he tried to button his shirt.
"Hi, Mr. Robertson. Been having a good time?"
Her mother's fingers tightened on her arm.
"Hayley, I'd like to speak to you. Alone. You see, Russ and I had to talk about something and ..."
"Well, next time he talks to you," Hayley said, "tell him not to bite you so hard."
She touched the sticky on her mother's neck. Ann covered the place as if it'd been an erotic tattoo.
"Don't be like that, darling. You don't understand."
"Oh I understand alright. You and Russ just decided to have a good old-fashioned fuck."
Hayley felt her face go red.
"Well let me tell you that he fucked me first! Yes, don't look so shocked. I've had him on his knees babbling like an idiot. He said he'd do anything if he could fuck me whenever he wanted. And I was dumb enough to believe him."
"You don't know what you're saying, darling ..."
"Like hell I don't."
Hayley glared at Russ. He was on his way up the steps and tried to avoid her eyes. But she grabbed his wrist when he was even with her and pushed her body against him.
"Remember what we did in your study, Russ?"
"Excuse me, but I think I'd better get back to my place."
He gave Ann a weak smile but she was just staring at him, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Hayley felt a wild new freedom. She was tired of sneaking around, of hiding and lying and covering up.
"Ohh, he fucked me all right. He felt me up something awful. And he rubbed his big cock ..."
Ann slapped her hard across the cheeks. Hayley fled then, running through the house and up the stairs to her own room. Then she threw herself across her bed, sobbing convulsively as hot cum leaked onto her covers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It wasn't really so bad to move to a new town. She missed Tammy of course and a few of her other friends. But the Brewers had forbade Tammy to associate with her anyway so Hayley had tried to be philosophical about it all. Of course her mother could have stayed and said to hell with what people said. But the whole neighborhood had come to think of them as strange. And as far as her own reputation was concerned, Hayley had heard herself being discussed everywhere she went. So Ann had decided that a change would do them both good. She found a job in a town far enough away to escape the nasty rumors, made a down payment on another house and enrolled Hayley in a summer bible class. The preacher of the neighborhood church lived right next door to them and though Hayley tried to wriggle free of her mother's sudden interest in religion, there was no way out. Not after the tricks she'd pulled back in their old home town.
"I don't see where reading about a bunch of old religious fanatics is gonna make me any better," she complained.
"It sure won't hurt you, young lady."
Ann was putting clothes in a box for the goodwill people. All of Hayley's short skirts were going. Even her bikini and sexy underwear. She had to wear a training bra too, an uncomfortable thing that hid her pretty breasts under ugly foam rubber cups.
"Just look at the way you're making me dress now," Hayley whined, gesturing at her baggy shirt, loose-fitting jeans and tennis shoes. "I feel like a scarecrow."
"You look very nice. A fourteen-year-old girl isn't supposed to look like a seductress. I think it would be nice if you could learn to live without thinking about sex all the time."
"You sure sound hypocritical to me," Hayley replied.
Ann's face flushed but she didn't avoid Hayley's accusing look.
"That's all behind us now. The sooner you forget..."
"Yeah. Sure."
Her mother pushed a sexy nighty Hayley had liked into the goodwill box and got up from the table. "I've got to get to work. I'll finish this later." She got her purse and started to the door. Hayley knew she would surely get one more lecture before Ann left and she was right.
"I don't want you out of this house, young lady. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"I'll stop to shop on the way home and we'll have a nice supper together. Just you and me."
Hayley watched her mother back into the street and drive away. Then she went lazily to the box full of her old clothes. At first she dug through the things inside slowly, a sulky look on her face. Then she began to smile and she pulled out everything her mother had carefully folded until at last she held a white lace dress. It had a sinfully revealing neckline and its material was sheer and smooth to the touch.
"I'll be damned if I'll rot in this house all day. It's summer out there. And this is a summer dress."
With her heart beating fast, Hayley took off the sloppy shirt and jeans and undid the training bra. Then she unpeeled the panty girdle Ann had bought for her and threw it angrily in the box for the goodwill.
"Damned chastity belt, that's all it is."
The white lace frock felt like heaven as she pulled it over her shoulders and let it slide down her body. She pranced in front of a mirror, pushing her brown hair out over her shoulders and twirling happily. Then she put on a pair of sandals, hid the clothes her mother had intended to give away and tied up the box.
"I'll tell her I called the people from goodwill and they came and got it."
She smiled and lifted one eyebrow.
"I won't be lying either."
The phone call took less than a minute. Hayley put the cardboard box on their front steps as she left. She went halfway down the block, recognized the house number and rang the doorbell. She'd already done a little research. And when the handsome young man answered the door, she knew exactly what to say.
"Hi, I'm your new neighbor. My name's Hayley. Hayley Johnson."
"Come on in Hayley."
He was blond and rugged looking and he carried himself like a man who sensed his attractiveness.
"I'm setting up some lights in my studio. You can watch if you like. By the way, my name's Nat Jacoby."
Hayley already knew that.
Hayley followed him down a long hall.
"Yeah, I heard you were a photographer. Reverend Colson mentioned something about it. That's why I dropped by."
They were in a room with a variety of floodlights. Expensive cameras perched on tripods. There was a large, white bear rug spread in the middle of the floor.
"So you're interested in photography?"
"Oh, not so much the taking of the pictures."
She shrugged and gave him her shy but sexy look.
"I thought maybe you'd like to take some of me."
"I'd like that very much," Nat said, smiling. "Good models are pretty scarce around here. I'd pay you of course ..."
"Oh, I'll pose for free."
Hayley noticed how he was looking at her. It was the same way Russ had looked at her. The way Roger had too.
"And if you don't like this dress I can take it off."
Nat turned from the camera he was adjusting and met her eyes.
"The dress is beautiful, but then I'll bet you're even more beautiful than that."
"Yes," Hayley said, biting her lip. "I am." She was blushing as she skinned the gorgeous frock from her body. Nat's eyes excited her. She let him see her coltish legs as she walked lazily to the bear rug and stretched out on it. "If you're wondering what happened to my panties, well, I never wear them."
Her newfound friend seemed suddenly very nervous.
"Let me adjust these lights," he mumbled, swinging the floods around to illuminate her freckled nakedness. Hayley relaxed and went through the motions of what he asked her to do. It was really very educational. She learned how he used shadows to exaggerate certain things and she learned that posing nude wasn't as easy as she'd first thought. But then Nat was learning too. She watched him watching her. She could feel his resolve weaken steadily.
When at last he turned to her and said he'd finished, Hayley didn't get up from the luxurious rug. She lay there scratching her thigh with her toe, seeing what he would do next.
"I couldn't think of not paying you," he said, pushing a nervous hand through his hair.
"Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, making sure he saw the glistening flesh between the lips of her pussy. Nat came to her then. She helped him tear his clothes off, digging his hard cock out herself. It was beautiful and long and hot and she cooed softly as she wet the glans with her quivering mouth. Then he was inside her and she made greedy, hungry noises in her throat and clawed his back.
"Nat. .. ohhhh ... uhhhh!"
"I sure hope your mother doesn't find out," he sighed, eyes glazed from the pleasure her tight cunt was giving him.
Hayley swore she'd be more careful this time. She was going to be a good girl as far as Ann was concerned. A well-behaved and lady-like teenaged girl. Nat clutched at her trim hips and thrust his cock into her pussy so hard that his balls bumped her ass. Squeezing him tightly with her muscled cunt flesh, her ass danced on the bear rug.
"Hayley... !" Nat kissed her open mouth, as their bodies writhed together in the ecstatic struggle of their fuck. Hayley cried out shrilly and came, her heels drumming the floor. Yes, she had to be a little more careful this time. Because she wanted to stay awhile. She was going to like this neighborhood.