Much has been written and said about the process of growing up but-very little is really understood. Millions of sermons have been preached from the pulpits of America about the evil, sinful feelings felt by those who are leaving childhood behind and entering adulthood.
But despite all the words which have been written and spoken about growing up, no one has yet come up with a plan for coping with those turbulent feelings racking the bodies and minds of young men and women, which can satisfy everyone.
Anne, the young woman in this novel, experiences those traumatic emotions and copes with them the best way she can. The decision she makes for her own life may not be acceptable to everybody, but it works for her.
NEIGHBORHOOD NYMPH is a fictional story about one girl growing up, a tale which might apply to any young girl in today's society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You didn't do that, did you?" Anne asked, her green eyes widening. She was trembling and her heart was feeling fluttery and strange. Her best friend Betty had a smug look on her face.
"I sure did," she replied. "And I liked it too."
Anne had to take a moment to get her breath. "You put your mouth... "
Betty began to squirm a little. "I kissed it first. The head was all swollen up and kind of blue. God, it was hot!"
"You're just fooling. You didn't-"
"Listen, Anne, I wouldn't kid you about something like this. I did it. I sucked Tom Carver's cock." Betty squirmed some more. Anne saw her friend slip a hand down into her bikini. She was dying to do the same. A slishy sound could be heard as Betty parted her cuntlips and gouged gingerly between them. She shivered and pushed her shoulders back. A sigh came from deep in her chest.
"Boy, if Mrs. Carver found out about that. You were supposed to be babysitting."
"I was babysitting." Betty gave a sly wink. "The baby was asleep."
"Where was Tom's wife while all this was going on, anyhow?"
"Passed out drunk on her bed. Tom was supposed to be driving me home. But we got to talking and he fixed me a drink. He was a little high himself. He grabbed me and kissed me and I liked it. When I didn't throw a fit, he kissed me again. The whiskey was getting to me by then."
Anne tossed her blond hair and chuckled. "You sucked Tom Carver's cock! It's wild!" She stared at Betty. "He didn't come, did he?"
Betty ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. "Yep. It isn't so bad as you think. Fact is, it was kind of good. When you get that excited, you want to swallow that stuff."
"Betty! He came in your mouth?" Anne was up on her knees on the bed now, staring at her friend with amazement.
"He came in my mouth. It was slick and a bit on the salty side. God, there was a lot of it. I was sliding my lips up and down his cock and he was groaning and twisting around something awful. He really went nuts when I used my tongue. Even though I'm a beginner, he told me I did a real good job."
"A beginner? You mean, you're going to do it again?"
"I'm babysitting for the Carvers this coming weekend."
Anne rolled onto her back. A summer breeze was flicking her curtains out and by now she'd grown so hot, she couldn't resist the impulse to touch herself any longer. She dug a hand under her own bikini and began to rub the swollen lips of her pussy. Her blond curls were already damp with her fuck juices. She glanced over at Betty and watched the redhead's hips lurch as she fingerfucked herself a bit faster.
"Ohhh, ohhhhhhh," Betty groaned, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open.
"Did he fuck you?" Anne asked. She'd gotten her middle finger into her tight, young cunthole and was fucking in and out. Her pussy felt wonderful.
"No, but I think we're gonna take care of that this next time." Betty's back arched. "Uhhhh, uhhhhh, this is nice."
"You're only a teenager, Betty."
"I know. All I think about is fucking. I go to sleep dreaming of boys fucking me and I have hot dreams and wake up all tired and frustrated. At least I'm gonna find out about the real thing now."
"Aren't you afraid your folks might find out?"
"Who's gonna tell 'em?"
Anne lay back again and undid the strap of her bikini bottom. She laid it aside to give her more room. Together, she and Betty fingerfucked, the juicy sounds and musky scent filled the room.
"You don't have a cherry anymore?" Betty asked, pausing to rest.
"Not all of it. I fucked around one day with a rubber hot dog and tore it pretty good."
"A rubber hot dog?" Betty laughed.
"The kind you buy in a trick shop. My brother had it." Anne shrugged. "It looks just like a frankfurter except that it's rubber."
"You got around?" Betty pushed up on one elbow. She seemed interested.
"In that drawer over there," Anne said.
Betty fetched the weenie and dangled it between thumb and finger. "Not very big," she laughed.
"It feels nice, though."
"Want me to fuck you first?" Betty asked, her voice sounding matter-of-fact. Anne was shocked. She had fingerfucked lots of times with Betty, but they'd never done anything to each other. Yet, the thought of having that weenie pushed into her cunt by someone else did sound nice.
"I guess so." Anne stripped her bikini the rest of the way off and lay back, her knees bent, feet flat on the bed. She was breathing deep and fast and her cunt tingled with anticipation.
Betty knelt close to her, the weenie in her right hand while she opened Anne's pussy gently with her thumb and finger.
"Think of the sexiest boy at school while I'm doing this."
"The boys at school are nerds." Anne closed her eyes and tried to think of someone sexy. The only male that came to mind at that moment was Tom Carver. She could imagine his big cock being sucked by Betty. She could also imagine his prick touching her cunt like the rubber weenie was doing now.
"God, you're tight," Betty murmured.
"Mmmmm, that's really good. It is better if some one else does it."
"There, it's going in."
Anne felt her cunt muscles parting. They rode around the sides of the rubber weenie as Betty forced it deeper. Her friend drew it back, then shoved again. In and out, in and out. Anne humped her back down into the mattress, then arched again.
"Wow!" Anne yelped.
"Want me to rub your clit while I'm doing this?"
"Yeah... " Anne breathed.
Betty used a light, petting motion against Anne's sensitive clit flesh. The sensations were super. Anne squirmed faster, her breath coming in tight little pants.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, shit! Ohhhhh, god damn, that's wonderful!"
"I'm gonna put it in as deep as I can," Betty said, still rubbing Anne's clit. She shoved the weenie deep, then jerked it back again.
"Nhhhuuuhhhh," Anne moaned, twisting on the bed. Her toes fanned out against the sheet as she lifted her ass from the mattress. Holding her ass in the air, she did a little dance with her pussy, her muscles squeezing the rubber weenie.
"Faster," Anne whimpered, pumping her ass up and down now. "Ohhhh, Betty, do it faster!"
"You're juicy," her red-headed friend said, fucking the weenie in and out of Anne's cunthole. "You're all swollen up."
Anne was going crazy. She'd had pretty good finger fucks before, but nothing had felt so good as this. A sudden desire to go farther made her writhe.
"Betty, lay down on top of me. Please!"
As cool as Betty was, this shocked her. Anne could see it in her eyes. Betty didn't hesitate though. She lay down between Anne's open thighs, her hand still on the weenie.
"I want to feel what it's like to have someone on top. Ohhh, yes! It's nice to feel the weight pressing me down! Ohhhhh, damn! So, nice!"
Betty moved her own hips in a thrusting motion to make the fantasy even better. Closing her eyes tightly, Anne pretended Tom Carver was on top of her, fucking her with his hot, hard cock. She wiggled and dug her nails into Betty's back. Except it was Tom's back. She wanted to believe it was, anyhow.
"I'm gonna come," she squealed, pumping furiously. The weenie went in and out faster. Betty's mouth was wet against Anne's cheek. When her friend kissed her, it seemed perfectly natural. Both of them were lost in make-believe now. Anne was kissing Tom Carver.
When she felt the hot tickle of her come rush through her, she squealed again and threw her legs around Betty's waist.
"Ohh, yuhhh, yowww, whuuhhhhh!"
The bed rocked a little while longer and then Anne went limp. Betty got off and knelt like before, staring down at Anne as she struggled to get her breath.
"Where's the weenie?" Anne asked.
"I lost it." Betty gave her a weak smile. "It was so greased up, it just slipped out of my fingers."
"Lost it?" Anne didn't know whether to laugh or start worrying. She was too tired to do either right now, but she managed a little giggle. "So you lost it."
"You should be able to get it out easy enough. Unless your pussy is deeper than I think."
Anne still couldn't worry about the weenie. Since she couldn't feel it, she figured it must not be doing her any harm. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"That was nice, but I wonder what it really feels like to get fucked by a guy."
"Why don't you come along with me next Saturday and watch?" Betty said, her eyes dancing naughtily.
Anne propped herself up on her elbows. "You mean hide while Tom Carver fucks you?"
"I wouldn't mind if you'll keep quiet."
* * *
It took Anne almost the whole week to decide what she should do. She felt terribly wicked thinking about doing what Betty wanted. She didn't even know whether she could stand to watch something like that happen to her best friend. Yet, her curiosity was driving her crazy. Maybe it would be a good thing to know what happened before she ever got fucked herself. That way, she would be prepared. She kept telling herself it was a kind of educational project. By the time Saturday evening rolled around, Anne had talked herself into going over to the Carvers' after they'd left Betty there alone.
When Betty met her at the Carvers' back door, she looked especially excited.
"It's going to be even better this time," she blurted to Anne as she let her in. "Tom said he's going to make sure his wife gets so drunk she passes out while she's over at the Smiths' party. Mrs. Smith'll put her to bed there and he'll come back to drive me home. You get it?"
"Yeah. He won't drive you home. At least, not right away."
Betty hugged her big tits. "Yeah. I can't wait."
"I'm still a bit nervous about going through with this, but I really do want to see what happens."
"I'll tell you one thing," Betty laughed. "It's a whole lot better than getting fucked with a rubber weenie." Both girls broke up. Anne watched Betty strut in front of the mirror. The redhead had on a tight sweater that showed off her big tits. She'd taken off her bra, too, so that her nipples pushed the red material out. Anne had once been envious about Betty's boobs but had finally accepted her fate without whimpering. She would just have to live with the little tits she'd been blessed with. And they weren't all that bad. Mocking Betty, she did a strut or two herself.
"You're really getting pretty," Betty told her. "I wish I had your blond hair. It's so nice and curly. Mine just hangs limp."
"Tom Carver must like it," Anne put in. "Or maybe he just likes redheads."
Betty bit her lip. "He was teasing me last time, asking me if I had red hair down below."
Anne went to the window. "When do you think he'll be coming back?"
"I don't know, but I can hardly think straight. Let's play cards or something. I've got to get my mind off fucking or I'm gonna come in my panties."
They tried hearts for awhile and then some poker, but neither of them could keep their minds on the game. The television worked a little better, but Anne was so nervous she kept having to go to the bathroom. Finally, Betty got out a bottle of Tom's whiskey and mixed two strong drinks.
"We've just got to calm down. I don't want to act like a little school girl when Tom shows up."
Anne wolfed her drink down and asked for a second. By the time they heard a car pull up in the driveway, both of them were a little drunk.
"You'd better hide," Betty squealed, jumping up and almost taking a table with her. "Oh, god damn, he's coming up the walk."
"Which bedroom?" Anne sloshed her drink, then decided she'd better gulp it down and hide the glass. She stuffed it under the sofa and started for the stairs.
"Second room on the right," Betty called after her, then jerked down her sweater and licked her lips. Anne heard the front door open as she made the turn at the top of the steps and found the bedroom Betty had told her to hide in. She chose the closet and pulled the accordion door shut behind her. It wasn't long until the lights flicked on in the bedroom and Anne heard Tom's voice.
"You look luscious, tonight, Betty, darling."
"I like you to say things like that."
There was a silence, and when Anne opened the sliding door enough to peek out, she saw Tom kissing Betty's upturned mouth. He petted the redhead's plump, curvy ass as the kiss went on and on and on. Betty ran her hand down his back, then between his thighs. Anne's eyes grew wide as she saw her sophisticated girlfriend squeeze the big lump in Tom's slacks.
"How was the party?" Betty murmured.
"Boring. I was dying to get back here to you."
"Are you going to do what you said you were going to do?" Betty was squeezing his cock rhythmically. Her fingers worked up and down and Anne could see the shape of his prick even through the material of Tom's pants. He had begun to undo Betty's skirt. As it puddled around her ankles, he skinned her sweater up over her head. Betty giggled and twisted away from him, but he caught her and flung her on the bed. He jerked his shirt and pants off. When he threw away his shorts, Anne almost let out a gasp inside her closet hideaway. His cock swung up big and purple. His prick looked to weigh five pounds. The cockhead was partly covered by a white foreskin. Underneath, the flesh was shiny wet and purple. Betty was watching Tom's prick too. She bounced around on the bed until she was sitting on her heels. Tom walked over.
"It's been hard all evening like this."
"Ohhhh, it's big and hot," Betty said, putting her hands out to cradle his cockshaft. She began to pet his prick, her lips opening as she panted faster.
"I think it needs sucking," Tom said. "And I think you want to, don't you?"
"I've been waiting for hours," Betty moaned, licking her lips again and again. She bent forward, one hand cupping Tom's balls, the other squeezing his cockshaft as she stretched his foreskin back.
Anne shivered with lust as she watched all this. To see Betty's pudgy white fingers playing with Tom's cock was incredibly erotic. When Betty forced the skin away from the tip and stretched her lower lip out to caress the lobes at the underside, Anne had to squeeze her thighs together and pump her ass up and down. Her panties were soaked and had twisted into a narrow band that dug between her plush, young pussy lips.
"Baby, you're getting better every time," Tom told Betty.
Betty kept working her lower lip back and forth, then forward and backward. She was just touching the underside of Tom's cockhead, but her action seemed to be exciting him tremendously. Anne could see that that part of a man's prick must be especially sensitive.
When Betty flicked her tongue out and washed the surface of his cocktip with slow, circular licks, Anne wondered what a prick tasted like. Betty seemed to like his cock all right.
"Mmmmm, baby, you're driving me nuts."
Tom put his hand behind Betty's head to draw her down on his prick. With a slurp of surprise, her lips slipped around his swollen cockhead and down over his prickshaft another four inches. Anne could tell that her friend was licking the hell out of Tom's swollen prick.
"I think it's your turn," Tom panted. "Unless you want a mouthful of hot cum."
Betty eased her lips slowly away from his enormous cock, pursing them prettily as she mouth-fucked his pricktip a few times. With a kiss, she pulled away completely and rolled onto her back.
Tom crawled across the mattress on his knees and skinned her panties down to leave them dangling around one of Betty's ankles. He pushed her knees back until they touched her big tits. By now, Betty was panting and moaning and tossing her head from side to side.
"I'm gonna eat your sweet little pussy," Tom whispered.
"Oh, god," Betty squealed, her ass dancing with anticipation. In the closet, Anne stuck a finger as deep into her pussy as she could. She was going to get a show she had not expected.
CHAPTER TWO
When Tom opened Betty's cuntlips with his thumbs, Anne nearly gave herself away by moaning in her closet hideaway. Betty's red cunthair was damp and clinging and her pussy flesh looked swollen and glossy. Glossy with her flooding fuck juice. Tom ran the tip of his tongue up along the dainty folds inside as Betty pulled in a quick breath and beat her fists weakly against the bed.
"Ahhh, Tom, that's wonderful! Ohhhhh, yessss."
Tom kept teasing her, just using his tongue. Betty lurched around wildly, grunting like a greedy pig begging for more. Tom held each half of her pussy open with his thumbs. As he pressed his mouth harder against the redhead's cunt slit, Anne saw his thumb slipping into Betty's pussy hole. He slid in deeper, sucking her clit as he thumb fucked her with slow, deep movements.
"Yaaaahhhhhhh!" Betty gasped, her belly tightening until her ribcage stuck out. She reached down to dig her red nails into Tom's hair as if to pull his mouth against her pussy all the harder. He did what she wanted, wallowing his lips and tongue up and down her pussy until the plump redhead could hardly get her breath.
Anne had never seen anything so sexy in her life. She had opened the door wider, forgetting that she might be discovered. She couldn't think of anything but what it must feel like for Betty when Tom sucked her like that.
"Nhhhuuhhh," her friend groaned, twisting her hips one way and then the other. She tightened the muscles of her ass, trembled and arched her back. Her heels kicked into the air, then dropped again. All the while, Tom's hot mouth made slurpy sounds against Betty's pussy.
Anne had pulled her jeans down to her knees and now she stripped her panties down too. It was easier to fingerfuck herself that way and she had plenty of touching to do while watching Betty fuck and suck with Tom.
Tom was tongue-fucking Betty now. Anne could see the licking he did and imagined her own hot little pussy getting the same treatment. She squeezed one of her tits and fingerfucked herself faster.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it much longer," Betty whimpered. "I'm gonna come if you keep doing that."
"Want to try something else?" Tom whispered, wiping his mouth against her belly and leaving slick smears there.
"Yes! Let's fuck!"
Betty opened her bent knees and held out her arms. Tom eased himself up over her. Anne watched breathlessly as the man's heavy cock touched the red curls between Betty's thighs. He rubbed his cocktip up and down her slit so slowly that Anne wanted to holler to him to hurry and do it harder. It was almost as if she were on the bed instead of Betty.
"Uhhh," Betty groaned, digging her nails into Tom's back. "Hurry... "
Tom kissed her tits slowly, gingerly. He sucked her nipples while continuing to stroke her clit with the head of his cock. His prick was shining with Betty's juices now. His cock looked thick and hard and hot.
Anne wished she could put her hands on him. She wanted to weigh his big balls, one in each palm. But there she was, trapped in the closet with her finger in her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, what if you don't fit?" Betty whined.
"It always fits. God made little girls that way." Tom kissed Betty on the mouth and Anne could tell by the way Betty was reacting that it was a deep and sexy kiss.
"Mmmmm," Betty cooed through her nose, her arms around Tom's neck. He was exploring her pussy with his cocktip now, gently easing the inner cuntlips apart. Anne could smell her friend's musky scent and see slippery fuck juices dripping down her ass. Betty's pussy flesh made sexy sounds as her cuntlips parted ahead of the smoothly rounded head of Tom's huge cock.
"God, when is he going to fuck her?" Anne panted. She'd always thought that when two people fucked, they just got on a bed, started humping and came. What Tom was doing was infinitely more exciting. To string Betty out like that was wild!
"How bad do you want it?" Tom teased.
"Bad! Ohhh, g-g-give it to me now!" Betty panted fast, her mouth open, eyes dazed.
"You want it that bad, huh?"
"Yes, Tom! Please let me feel it go in! I can't stand it much longer."
Betty's ass danced from side to side, then pumped up and down. She was rubbing her big, hot pussy against Tom's prick as if to excite him and make him give her what he had.
"It's hot," she groaned, pumping faster. "And I'm hot too."
"You sure as hell are. You're beautiful." Tom began to bring his cock forward against Betty's cunthole. With rhythmic thrusts, his prickhead divided her soft flesh. The sound of his flared tip going in made Anne weak-kneed.
"Nhhhuuhhh," Betty gasped, slipping her hands down to feel the rigid shaft of her lover's prick. It excited Anne to watch the way her friend felt along the hard shape of his cock. Betty felt her way back to Tom's balls, then cupped them in her pudgy fingers. Tom groaned, "Baby... "
"Ohhh, they're so spongy and fat. They're heavy too."
"Uhhhhh," Tom moaned. "Like me to squeeze them?"
"God... damn!"
"Harder?"
"Wow!"
Betty's lips peeled back from her teeth as she squeezed and massaged Tom's big balls. He had stopped going into her pussy to enjoy her ball-squeezing actions, but now he eased forward again, his ass giving quick forward jerks as Betty's pussy opened for him.
Betty arched her back so sharply that Anne thought she might break her spine. Her tits lolled on her chest, her nipples swollen with blood. Tom licked her thick nubs as he fucked his prick in another inch, then another. His cock was buried halfway inside Betty's dripping pussy. Her pussyhair clung to his hard prickshaft. She still held his balls, her fingers working them like she was trying to draw milk.
"I knew it would be good," Betty babbled, "but I didn't know it would be this good."
"Christ, you've got a sweet pussy," Tom told her, biting her chin.
"Uhhhh, your cock is huge! It's wonderful inside me. I want more!"
"You'll get all you need," Tom laughed, then kissed her open mouth hungrily, holding himself up over her with both arms as he thrust powerfully. His ass muscles rippled and his thighs swelled with strength. The sound of his cock going deeper made Anne jab three fingers into her cunt instead of just two. Still, it wasn't enough. She realized now that there was nothing that could replace a cock. She longed to have a prick inside her own pussy.
"Uhhh, ohhhhh," Betty cried, her head flopping back and forth. She wrapped her legs around Tom's body, her heels pressing the small of his back. Her pussy sucked at the hard cock that penetrated her cunt to the hilt. Anne could see only Tom's big balls dangling down over Betty's plush, white ass.
With slow circular movements, Tom fucked Betty deeply. He kept his cock in all the way as he ground against her clit, his pricktip rubbing all those tender places where only a prick could reach. Anne thought of all this while she fingerfucked herself. It was almost too incredible to believe. Sometimes she wondered if she was dreaming. Then, she would blink and realize she wasn't dreaming at all-she was watching her best friend get thoroughly fucked. How long would she have to wait until she got fucked herself?
"Nhhuuuh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, shit!" Betty squealed, her ass dipping and dancing against the bed. Tom slipped his hands under her hips and his back hunched as he gave her every last inch of cock he had. His balls flopped against Betty's ass.
Anne watched in utter amazement. She knew that it was only natural for people to act a bit out of the ordinary when excited. She knew how she behaved sometimes when a boy was kissing her, when things got a little too hot for her to act completely like a lady. What was happening on Tom's bed was much wilder than that, though. She felt like she was watching a couple of wild animals fucking.
Betty bit Tom's shoulder and rammed upwards with her pussy as he fucked deep. He pinned her arms savagely and smothered her mouth with his own as his cock drew back, then shoved in again. As he fucked Betty, Anne could sometimes see the full length of his cock coming out of her friend's tight pussy hole. This made her dizzy with lust.
"Ohhh, don't take it away," Betty cried when Tom's cock came out. For an instant, his glistening, swollen prickhead wasn't even touching her, then his cock speared forward and divided her pink cuntflesh to sink to the hilt again. Each time his prick came out, Betty's pussy hole closed behind his cock, the fuck juice dripping down. As soon as Tom thrust again, her cunt was forced open again and her ass shivered with excitement as her hot pussy flesh pulled his prick deep.
"Gonna come," she babbled, biting Tom's ear. "Ohhhhhh, Tom, I'm gonna come good!"
"Yeah... " he panted.
"Are we gonna come together?" Betty sighed, her eyes shut tight. She was biting her lower lip as she squeezed Tom's waist with her legs.
Anne couldn't stand the tension much longer. She was close to coming herself, but knew she didn't dare let herself slip over the line. When she came, she always lost control for a few seconds. No matter what else was happening, she would kick and flop and make weird noises. If she did that now, the jig would be up. She didn't want to face an angry Tom. Betty would never forgive her either.
"Yuuuuhhhh," Betty cried, her ass moving up and down like she was on a fast merry-go-round. Tom fucked her strongly and deeply. His prick looked especially huge when his cockshaft came out of Betty's cunt. The foreskin formed a collar behind his prickhead which made his cockhead seem even darker and fatter.
Betty kicked both legs straight up suddenly and her face turned red.
"Ghhhaaaahh!" she cried, bucking and twisting. Tom kept his cock deep now, grinding the pleasure out against her. Anne saw the big man's back stiffen, and he lurched and let out a choked breath. His balls drew up tight against his cockshaft.
Anne was about to have a fuck fit watching all this. She knew what was going to happen. Maybe it was already happening. When Tom dug his fingers deep into Betty's ass and rolled her over on top of him, Anne was sure it had. Tom was coming. His big cock was spurting fresh cum deep into the redhead's pussy. On top now, Betty wiggled like a fish on a gaff. She arched her back, lifting her big tits up from Tom's chest. He bent his head up to suck a nipple while his hips lunged, driving his cock in to the hilt.
"Yaaaahhhhhh!" Betty cried again. Anne saw a white froth being whipped into the red curls of her friend's cunt. The fuck juices began to ooze out, dripping down over Tom's balls now. His cock came out shinier than ever, then fucked deep again.
"Uhhh," Anne moaned in her closet hideaway. Her jeans had slipped down around her ankles now and she stepped out of them. She wasn't thinking straight. She could only keep gouging at the tender folds of pussy flesh that were leaking so much cunt juice.
It was as if she was in a trance. Her cunt wouldn't let go of her fingers. Her pussy seemed to suck them deeper and she fanned her swollen clit with her thumb.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh," she whimpered, trying so hard to come and not quite making it. At last she could no longer bear to watch Tom and Betty fucking. She felt she was about to lose her mind from frustrated desire.
Anne dropped to her knees and pushed the folding door open. She crawled out of the bedroom and down the hall. She was too weak to stand. She hadn't thought about Tom seeing her. Maybe he was still too caught up with Betty. By the time Anne made it to the stairwell and got shakily to her feet, she knew what a dumb thing she'd done.
"He must've seen me," she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. She was shocked to see that she wore only her knit top. From her navel down, she was as naked as the day she was born.
"I've got to get back there and get my jeans and panties," she breathed. She told herself that Tom probably hadn't seen her. She had read something once that when people were coming, they couldn't hear or see anything.
Gathering her courage, she hurried back upstairs. She gave a squeal of surprise when she ran smack into Tom. His cum-damp cock flopped against her thigh as she tripped and staggered back against the wall.
"Well, what have we here?" he laughed, grabbing her thin wrists and jerking them over her head. Her top stretched up enough to show the soft white bottoms of her tits. Tom used his chin to inch the material up enough so he could see her nipples.
"I... I didn't mean any harm. I was just-"
"Curious. You were hiding in the closet, weren't you? Betty arranged this. It's just like her, the crazy little bitch."
Frightened at the wild look in his eyes, Anne broke away and started to run back towards the bedroom. Tom grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her ass cheeks against him. He stuck a finger against her pussy and his thumb found her asshole. Anne had never in her life been touched like that and she began to squirm violently.
"Easy, little baby," Tom laughed and his thumb went suddenly into her ass. He hooked his middle finger deep into her cunthole at the same time. He shook her body gently, breathing hotly against her ear. His teeth found her soft ear lobe and he chewed it from behind while his free hand brushed her right nipple.
"Whhhaaaaaaahhh," Anne sighed, dizzy with the strange excitement that shivered through her young body.
"You can't get loose now," Tom teased, running his tongue into her ear. He was squeezing her small tit in a most sensual way. Anne had never been felt up like that. No boy had ever put his finger in her ass and pussy at the same time either. It felt breathtakingly wicked.
"Let me go," she begged, squirming weakly. Her slim hips did a plunging dance as Tom moved his thumb in and out of her ass. The motion of his thumb sent shivers up her spine. His thumb went in and out so easily, so sexily. She pinched her ass cheeks together and he chuckled.
"You like this, I can tell. A girl that likes something like this would like a bit of assfucking."
"No!"
"Sure you would. Just think of my big, hard prick pushing between your ass cheeks. I've got your ass all greased up, see? And my cock would go into your hot asshole real easy."
"No! That's wrong. It's just wrong."
Picking her up by her cunt and ass, Tom carried her down the hall to another bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind and put her gently on the bed. She tried to pinch her legs together, but he forced them wide again. He pulled his thumb out of her ass and wiped it on a towel. Anne lay there with her eyes closed, panting wildly. When she felt him stripping her top off, she resisted. Not for long though. Tom started sucking one of her tits and the sensations were so incredibly erotic that she went limp and let him undress her the rest of the way.
"There's only one way I'm gonna be able to get my cock hard again," he said. "That's for you to suck it."
"Let me go. I'll get my clothes and go home and I'll never say a word about what I saw here today."
"I'm not letting somebody as cute as you get away that easy. I thought Betty was sexy until I got a look at you," he said in appreciation.
Anne was panting again, trying to get on her hands and knees. Tom rolled her onto her back and kissed her navel until she pulled at his head with both hands.
"I'm not cute," she pointed out frantically. "I'm skinny and flat chested and my hips aren't curvy like Betty's are and-"
"You're lovely. You're a nymph. A sweet little tomboy." He licked her armpit now and the tickling sensation was surprisingly sexy. Anne thrashed weakly as Tom's wet mouth slid along her neck and up to her chin.
"Ohh, ohhhhhhh, don't," she moaned.
He kissed her deeply, his tongue stabbing in and out between her lips. Without really meaning to, Anne began to pump her hips. Tom broke the kiss off and straddled her body. His big cock looked huge even though his prickshaft was a bit limp. Anne stared wide eyed, too scared to even take a breath.
"Think you can get it in your mouth?" Tom asked, his smile broadening.
"That? In my mouth?"
Placing a hand behind her head, Tom lifted her up. His cocktip brushed her chin.
CHAPTER THREE
When Tom's cocktip pushed her lips apart, Anne thought she was going to faint. She closed her eyes and felt thankful that his prick wasn't very hard. His cock was still damp from being inside Betty's cunt and Anne could smell the cum in the curls of his cockhair. At first she didn't know what to do. She just held the heavy, throbbing lump of prickflesh between her lips.
"You'll have to do better than that, darling," Tom said, his voice gentle. He was smoothing her long, blonde hair, petting her ears. "Why don't you get my cock wet?"
Anne took a breath and opened her mouth wider. She felt his prick slide along the curve of her tongue. She closed her lips behind the cockhead and bathed the feverish surface with her spit, rocking her jaw back and forth. With her tongue, she began to lick the underside of Tom's prick. Her cheeks dimpled inwards from the suction as she pulled and excited the man's big cock.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed in surprise as his prick began to grow fatter.
"Oh, baby, have you ever done this before?"
"Mmmmmm," Anne cooed again, shaking her head.
"You're great for a beginner." He watched her approvingly as Anne rocked her head forward and back, her lips slipping along his ever-thickening prickshaft. Her heart was pounding. She felt wicked and naughty and evil, but she was enjoying herself too much to think of wanting to stop now. With his cock in her mouth, something had snapped inside her. She could feel his prick expanding, feel the blood surging to the cockhead. By the look on Tom's face, she knew she was exerting a power over him. She clutched his balls like she'd seen Betty do. Tom liked that. He grasped her head between his hands and moved her forward and back as he watched her lips slide along the hard length of his prickshaft.
"Baby doll, you're getting good."
"Mmmmmuuuhh," Anne sighed as his swollen cockhead went deeper. He was pushing his prick in a little bit farther each time. The urge to gag was getting harder to resist. But Anne didn't want Tom to think she couldn't take all of his cock. She fought the choking impulse down and closed her eyes tight as his throbbing pricktip brushed her tonsils.
"I want it just a little deeper," Tom groaned, trembling. "Here goes."
His cockhead went into Anne's throat. She bucked at first, her shoulders shaking as her gag reflexes closed her throat down around Tom's prick. He groaned when this happened, fucking his cock in and out through the tightness.
When at last he pulled his prick out of her mouth, Anne panted with relief. She'd enjoyed the taste of his cock, but she still had a lot to learn. From the size of Tom's prick, she knew she'd excited him. His cock was absolutely gigantic.
Tom took something from the bedside table and handed it to Anne. It was an oily length of rawhide with a knot in one end.
"Tie it up," he told her, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Tie it?" Anne looked questioningly at the rawhide cord.
"Around my balls and the base of my cockshaft. Wrap it around a couple of times and make a good, tight knot," he told her.
"Why?"
"It'll make my prick big and hard for a long time that way."
Anne saw what Tom was talking about. As she wrapped the rawhide around his balls and over the top of his cockshaft, his prick bounced excitedly. As she snugged the cord tight and knotted it, his cocktip looked about to explode. His prickhead was a dark purple with a droplet of her spit hanging from the lobes underneath. His cock looked so beautiful that Anne couldn't resist pursing her pretty mouth and sliding her lips forward over the fat, spongy surface.
Each time she did, her mouth widened around the flared edge, then shrank as she pulled back to kiss the tiny slit where Tom's cum would spurt when he couldn't take anymore of her licking.
"It's really big. Bigger than when I was sucking it," she murmured.
"You're still sucking it," Tom reminded her, his eyes half-lidded, his breathing ragged from the pleasure he was experiencing.
"It's nice to suck. I was scared of you at first. When I watched from the closet and all."
"Suck it some more," Tom mumbled.
Anne licked the spit drips from Tom's cock lobes, then ran her mouth around his pricktip again, her cheeks dimpling in like before as she applied a gentle suction. She held his cockshaft with both hands, licking his prick like a big, meaty lollipop.
"Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm gonna pop if you keep doing that."
Anne looked up at him with big innocent eyes. That was all Tom could take. He threw her over on her back and spread her knees wide. His cock slapped heavily against the swollen lips of her pussy. They opened to reveal the plush pinks and reds of her inner cunt folds. Tom grunted greedily as he searched down along her pussy slit for the feverish fuck hole he knew she had. Anne danced her ass around on the bed, panting and whimpering sexy words of encouragement.
Her shyness and shock had disappeared. With this handsome man hovering over her, she wanted only to be fucked. She wanted to know what it was like to have something that big put into her young cunt.
"You've got the sweetest, slickest little cunt," Tom panted, holding the head of his prick against her clit, then petting downward as he coated his cock with her fuck juices. Anne squirmed and arched her back, her small tits quivering. Tom had found her pussy hole now and he eased his body down on her, his ass high in the air as he probed for the best angle.
"Nnnnnn," Anne gasped, her head thrown to one side. Tom kissed her ear as he forced the smoothly rounded head of his prick into the muscled cunt opening in her body. Her pussy tingled and burned as her cunthole was stretched wider than ever before. As her pussy muscles clinched tight behind his cockhead, Tom grunted with pleasure.
"You gotta be the tightest fuck I've ever had."
"It's because you're so big."
"Baby, just keep moving like that," he groaned.
Anne smiled, happy that she knew something about fucking. Her hips rocked and dipped, her ass cheeks coming off the bed sometimes as she tilted her cunt mound upwards so Tom could fuck her pussy deeper.
He dug his fingers into her slim ass and thrust suddenly. Four inches of hot prick slammed into her pussy. She made a choking sound and her tongue stuck out one corner of her mouth. Tom pulled back gently, then fucked again. More prick went in this time. Anne grabbed his cockshaft where his prick disappeared inside her tightly muscled cunthole. She traced the edges of her pussylips with trembling fingers.
"You're fucking me! It's really going in." Deep inside her cunt, she could feel his blood-choked prickhead bulging like a small fist. She reached down to his balls to touch the leather thong, remembering how it was keeping the blood from leaking out of Tom's cock.
Anne was growing braver now. She realized she wasn't going to be split in two by Tom's enormous hard-on. Her pussy hurt a little, but the hurt was a stretching kind of hurt, a good kind of hurt. She tingled and trembled as he worked her hips around in slow circles. She could feel her cunt walls swathing the fevered, blood-taut head of Tom's cock with fuck juice.
She pulled her knees back as far as she could and, turning the soles of her feet inwards and pointing her toes, she pressed against Tom's hips. That way she could feel his thrusting, fucking movements. The power of his prick excited her. He gripped her ass tightly as he fucked deeper, his prick slipping steadily into the tight, wet depths of her pussy.
"Nhhhhuuhhhh," she groaned, her fingers fanning out against Tom's back. "Oh, Tom, it feels so good. I'm getting all itchy and tickly down there."
"You sweet little bitch," he said, kissing her neck.
Anne shivered at his words. She threw her chin up so he could kiss her neck all the more. She liked being called a bitch, she wasn't quite sure why. She kept rubbing her feet up and down against the sides of his thighs as he fucked her. Her cunt squeezed his hard prick rhythmically as if she was trying to milk him. Anne realized she couldn't control her pussy contractions. Her cunt was doing the fucking.
Tom kissed her on the mouth and she let his tongue play with hers. She dug her fingernails into the nape of his neck as their kiss went on and on. Her belly was tight with the fuck tension she felt. She fucked up and down with her hips, her pussy mound rubbing against the big man's body.
He fucked her in a way that made her clit throb. He was fucking really deep now. Her pussy pulled strongly at the thick, hot prick that had invaded her cunt. Anne knew at that moment that she was wild about cock. She'd always have to have prick. Always.
She dug her sharp little heels into the muscles of Tom's ass. She did it harder, sliding one heel along his ass crack as he kissed one of her tits. His fucking was getting a bit wilder. His cock was nearly all the way in now and her cunt was leaking fuck juice onto the bed as they rubbed and fucked and petted each other.
The sound of the phone ringing was like getting a bucket of ice water thrown on them. Anne let out a sigh as Tom gave her a disgusted look and began to ease his prick out of her young cunt.
"I'd better answer. It might be something having to do with my wife." He rolled over and sat cross-legged on the mattress while he reached for the phone.
As he spoke to the person at the other end of the line, Anne couldn't take her eyes off his cock. His prick was bigger than ever and glistened with her slick pussy juices. The rawhide cord was keeping all the blood trapped in his prick. His cock looked luscious. She wiggled forward on her belly until she could reach out for his cock. Propping herself on her elbows, she pursed her lips and ran down over his smooth, shiny prick barb... " she woke up and she wants to come home?" Tom said into the phone.
Anne frowned. She ran her tongue along his cock lobes, then slid her lips around him again, this time bobbing downward until his pricktip brushed the roof of her mouth. Her long thin fingers squeezed his cock shaft while she played with his balls with her other hand. Tom was having a hard time talking on the phone now.
"Oh, hell, Bob, can't you talk her into staying the night at your place?" He gave Anne a loving look. The voice on the phone babbled on. Anne didn't care. Her pussy ached pleasurably and the fat cocktip between her teeth was really fun to nibble.
"You're going to drive her home yourself, then?" Tom asked the caller. Anne looked up with her big, green eyes wide as she let her teeth dig into his cockhead a little. He petted her tenderly and his eyes half closed. She flicked his prick with her tongue then, suddenly covering his cock with her velvety mouth and bobbing up and down with rapid, slurpy suction.
"God... damn," Tom gasped. "Huh, Bob? No, nothing's wrong, I just... uhhh."
Anne squeezed a thumb and finger around Tom's cockshaft and began to jack his prick skin up and the skin up and down while she sucked. She was making a heck of a lot of noise and her spit ran down his shaft. Tom shuddered and she spanked the lobes of his cocktip with her tongue.
"Ahhhh," he moaned and the phone slipped from his fingers. Anne could hear the voice on the phone talking, but Tom couldn't pick the thing up again. He fumbled weakly for it and finally managed to hang up, cutting the voice off.
Something was about to happen. Anne could feel powerful surges coming from deep in Tom's groin. His cockhead was so taut and hot that she thought his prick would burst in her mouth. She never stopped rubbing her lips and tongue around his hot plum of cockflesh. She bobbed up and down, whipping her tongue back and forth across his prick lobes, then sucked as hard as she could, his cock going deep into her throat while her licking tongue explored the long, thick hardness of his prick shaft.
To tease him again, Anne pulled her mouth back so that only his cocktip nestled on her lower lip. With her tongue she bathed the top of his prickhead and watched his face.
Poor Tom wasn't breathing. His face was red and his fists were clenched. He was shaking like a leaf. The tension grew until she felt a throbbing begin somewhere in his groin. She kept licking and sucking and rolling her lips around his cockhead until she knew he was going to come. And he did.
A thick droplet of cum appeared at the eye of his cocktip. She licked the cum off and curved her tongue back along his prickshaft, bobbing her head down, then sucked her lips upwards around his hard cock until she was kissing his pricktip once again.
The second spurt was a little stronger. The white droplet actually pushed out from Tom's cocktip a quarter inch or so. It was the third one that told Anne things were really going good.
He let out a gasp as this spurt spattered hotly into the back of Anne's throat. The next spurt of jizz came hard and fast. She wanted to watch him come and keep sucking at the same time. Since she couldn't do both, she divided her attention.
Jacking his cocks kin, she held out her tongue and watched his cockhead swell. The rhythm throbbed inside him and the cum leaped out in a long string that reached from the back of her tongue to the tip of her tongue. She swallowed his cum and wrapped her lips around his cockhead once again.
Sucking hungrily, Anne gurgled as she wolfed down this sour, salty treat. Tom was about to pass out from the pleasure. She knew she was doing something right. He kept petting her cheeks and chin. He kept panting and thrusting his cock as hard as he could. Anne had both hands on his prickshaft now, pumping the thick fuck cream from his balls as she slurped down his cum.
"Anne, baby."
"Like it?" she asked.
"You're sucking me dry!" he yelled.
"Mmmmm, it's fun. I like the way your cock tastes."
Tom flopped onto his back and Anne crawled onto him. Her mouth was still fastened tightly around his cock as she nursed the hot, thick cum out of his balls in heavy globs. Anne used the point of her tongue to gouge along the underside of Tom's cockshaft, then licked his prick ever so lightly. Tom was having a fit. She knew he was enjoying himself.
"Ohhh, Jesus!" he bellowed, his ass trembling as he continued to come. Anne got her hands tight around his balls, squeezing one, then the other. Her mouth clasped his prickshaft tighter than ever and she licked the full length of his hard cock, letting him feel the back of her throat, then her teeth.
When at last, nothing else came out of his pricktip, Anne popped her lips free and licked her chin as she smiled at the man who'd just shown her another side of sex. Or had she shown him? The thought amused her and she giggled.
"Most girls cry a few tears after they get through with something like this," Tom said. "They feel guilty and ashamed and they want somebody to feel sorry for them."
"I'm not guilty or ashamed. Long as I'm not caught." Anne's eyes widened innocently. "You don't think I've been naughty, do you?"
"Of course not, you little angel. You were just doing what comes naturally," he said with a grin.
"She sure did it fine," said Betty, standing in the doorway. Tom and Anne jerked around in surprise. Anne could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, but when she saw the merriment in her best friend's eyes, she grinned too.
"You were watching all this time?" Anne said at last.
"You don't tell on me, I won't tell on you." Betty chuckled.
Tom grabbed them both and rolled them onto the bed. "Neither of you had better say a thing about me, either. Or I'll be spanking you with a belt."
"That might be fun," Anne said. Tom kissed her belly, then grabbed for Betty.
"He wouldn't hurt us very much. He digs us," Betty announced.
Tom got out of bed and limped to the bathroom. "You two have worn me out. And since my wife will be arriving soon, I would suggest you two get dressed and get downstairs like nice babysitters. Not that she'll be sober enough to see whether you look respectable or not."
Betty made a face. "Who wants to be respectable?"
"Yeah," Anne agreed, wrinkling her nose. "It's loads more fun being wicked."
CHAPTER FOUR
The following morning, Anne did have a few qualms over what she'd done. When she remembered those wild, sensuous moments on the bed with Tom, she could hardly believe it had really happened. Had she really sucked a married man's cock without the least bit of argument? Had she loved his big prick fucking in and out of her tight little cunt?
Yes, it had happened. The pain between her stretched cuntlips wouldn't let her forget. When her mother saw her limping around, Anne had to come up with some crazy excuse. She said she'd hurt herself playing tennis.
By the afternoon of that same day, Anne had the strangest feeling. She couldn't sit still and the only thing she could think of was how Tom's prick looked all covered with spit. She remembered too how his cock had looked after his prick stalk had been inside her pussy. She remembered jerking that rawhide tight around his balls and cockshaft and watching his prickhead swell up like a fat, fleshy balloon. How scrumptious his cock had been to lick and nibble! How she wanted more fucking and sucking action. Right now!
"What am I gonna do?" she whimpered, pawing her feverish cunt. She was wearing a pair of silky jogging shorts and they were getting damp in the crotch. She thought of going to her room and indulging in some fingerfucking games, but that didn't appeal to her. After a real cock, fingers just weren't going to get her off anymore.
After half an hour of nervousness, she called Tom. His wife answered and Anne quickly hung up. She was trembling. She couldn't even let her mother know what had happened. The fact that her mother knew Tom's wife made the whole thing a little hairy.
Anne paced the floor. She wasn't wearing any panties and her juicy, young cunt was beginning to stick to her shorts a bit. At last she got into her sneakers and hurried down the walk. She turned up Maple and walked fast, not sure exactly where she was going. Her small tits bounced under the skimpy halter top she had on. She tossed her head like a wild mare looking for action. Where would she find a cock?
As she passed the Erikson place, she saw Nate Erikson come out of the house with a briefcase in one hand and sheaf of papers in the other. She knew Nate was in the real estate business. He drove around in his big white Lincoln most of the time. Anne didn't look at Nate in passing, but as soon as she was a few houses on past, she stepped into the street to face the oncoming Lincoln. Her heart pounded nervously, and she wondered if maybe she hadn't lost her mind. The hunger inside her cunt was strong enough to make her go through with her plan, though. Taking a deep breath, Anne put out her thumb and cocked a hip. Her smile was a bit strained.
"Anne?" Nate had rolled down the window and leaned across. "Does your mother know you're hitch hiking?"
"I'm not really hitch hiking," Anne said, trying to make her voice sexy. "I wanted a ride with you." Her cheeks reddened. She knew she must sound like a silly little girl.
"Honey, I've got to drive up to West field today. I won't be back until late afternoon."
"I wouldn't mind that," Anne blurted, blushing again. She tossed her hair a little and tried to give Nate her best smile.
"Maybe we'd better phone your mom and make sure it's okay."
"She's not home." Anne sulked a little. "Please let me go, Nate. Nobody will mind. Honest, they won't."
After a moment's hesitation, Nate opened the door and watched as Anne bounced into the front seat. She ran her hands across the leather seats and touched the clock and radio that adorned the fancy dash.
"God, what a neat car."
Nate pulled out and headed through town. He took the turnoff to Westfield and drove by lush pastureland and an occasional abandoned farm. Anne stretched her legs and kicked off her shoes. She'd painted her toenails and could tell that Nate had noticed. She had pretty feet and ankles. Her legs were long and lean. Her jogging shorts clung so tightly to her naked cunt, her crack showed. She let her halter slip down a bit, even though she didn't have a hell of a lot of cleavage to show off.
"So you're interested in real estate, are you?" Nate asked. He looked a bit suspicious.
"I'm interested in a lot of things."
"I'll bet you are."
"If you were younger," Anne started, "would you think I'm pretty?"
"Honey, I think you're pretty now." He laughed. "I'm not that old."
"How old are you?"
"Forty. Having you in the car makes me feel quite a bit younger though."
They drove on without saying much for a while. Anne would look out the window for a few minutes, then turn suddenly to catch Nate looking at her pert ass. She knew she looked good in those satin shorts.
Nate had brown curly hair and strong, handsome features. She was dying to get closer to him, but didn't know quite how to go about it. His briefcase lay on the seat between them.
When he stopped to gas up at a filling station near Westfield, Anne waited until he'd gone inside to sign the ticket. Quickly, she moved his briefcase to where she'd been sitting and sat closer to the wheel. Nate slid in before he noticed.
Anne could feel his gaze on her and suddenly she was blushing again. She realized how obvious she was being. Yet, the hungry desire inside her pussy was driving her to do these things. She wanted to be touched by this man. She wanted to touch his cock even more.
Nate didn't say anything as he pulled out into traffic. After a while, he spoke up. "I should drive you right back home, you little devil."
"Why?" Anne said in mocking innocence.
"You know why. You're making a pass at me. I'm a married man and you're just a teenager. There could be a bit of trouble." Anne pouted when he said this.
"Then why don't you take me home?"
"I'll ask you to move back over first and put my briefcase between us where you found it." Nate didn't sound angry, but his voice was firm. Anne wasn't going to be defeated so easily.
"I was just trying to be friendly," she said and let her hand touch his thigh. Her palm was warm and she slid it up towards his crotch very slowly. The car swerved a little and Nate started slowing down.
"I am going to take you back now. I can't have anything like this happening. I could lose my real estate license."
Anne squeezed her fingers tighter. She could see his cock growing inside his expensive slacks. She was beginning to pant, knowing how close she was, yet how far away. She rubbed him suddenly, turning her body to press a tit against his arm. She used the flat of her hand, then her fingertips to explore the hot, hard prick trapped in his pants.
"Anne, you'd sure as hell better quit that." He started to pull onto the shoulder, then jerked the wheel back. Anne was surprised as he picked up speed again. "Damned cop way back behind me. I can't have him asking if there's anything wrong."
Anne giggled. "You'd better not stop then." She found the tab of his zipper and began to inch it down. She was tingling with excitement. She knew she was going to win. If she could get her mouth on his cock, he would be forced to give in.
"Stop, damn it."
Anne dove into his shorts with her fingers, finding his cock quickly. She eased his prick out carefully, noticing that Nate's cock looked different than Tom's. Nate had been circumcised, but he was every bit as big.
"Anne, you're out of your mind."
She began to jack his cockskin, watching his prickhead swell out and thicken. His cock was getting hotter. His prickshaft jutted up out of his pants like a flagpole. The cockhead was dusky blue. His prick looked so dry that Anne thought his cock needed wetting.
The Lincoln swerved as she pursed her lips and pushed them down against Nate's cocktip. She let him feel the edge of her tongue a few times before pulling away with a kissing sound. After that, she dipped a finger up under the edge of her shorts and dug deep into the lush, slick heat of her pussy.
"Wanna smell?" she teased, holding her finger just under Nate's nose.
The Lincoln swerved again and Nate's eyes closed as he inhaled the musky aroma of Anne's young body. She knew he liked it. She rubbed the finger back and forth, smearing her juicy smell against his lips until he gave a sigh and grabbed her wrist hard.
"Ouch!" Anne jerked, but couldn't get free. Nate had sucked her slick finger between his lips and was chewing it. His tongue felt funny. Anne's already-wet cunt grew wetter. "Let me go!"
"You don't really want to be let go, do you?"
Anne had felt confident when she'd held the cards, but there was a new edge to Nate's voice. He scared her.
"I... I didn't mean to make you mad."
"What you need is a spanking. You should know better than to fool around with a married man. I'm not going to make a fool of myself over you like those high school boys do."
"Let go, you're hurting my wrist." Nate took a side road without warning, the big car kicked up gravel as he drove into the woods. The road twisted back upon itself and climbed higher. There weren't many houses around now and Anne was really scared. She hadn't expected Nate to get mad. She'd thought he'd get excited and then do to her what she needed so badly to be done. Now all of a sudden he was talking about a spanking.
Another road branched from the one they were on. It was even rougher with deep ruts where trucks had gotten bogged down in wet weather. Nate plowed on with the Lincoln until trees started rubbing the sides of the car. He stopped and jerked Anne out. She was whimpering, twisting around in an effort to get free.
"Come on," he said, pulling her behind him. "There's a meadow down here and I think you need a little lesson."
Trees and bushes scratched her skin as she was pulled down the slope. The trees gave way to meadow after a while and the sun was warm. By now, Anne was crying. She had no idea what had happened to Nate. He'd really flipped, and she was to blame. She fell on her knees and begged for him to take her back home.
"Don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"You need a little spanking. A good, old-fashioned spanking." Nate jerked her to her feet again. "Now, strip off all your clothes."
Anne did what Nate told her. He picked up one of her tennies and pulled the lace from it. Anne was made to hold her crossed wrists in front of her while Nate wrapped the lace tight. He knotted the cord securely and went to get her other shoe. Tying one end of this lace to her bound wrists, he looped it over a branch and pulled so that Anne's arms were stretched high. She had to stand on tiptoes to keep the laces from cutting into her flesh.
"Ohhh," she cried, "Please let me go."
"You look fantastic without your clothes on." Nate walked slowly around her. Though he'd put his cock back in his pants, there was a bulge there. Anne saw him slip his belt out of his pants and slap it against his palm.
"Oh, no! Nooo! Don't hurt me!"
Nate rubbed her pert, young ass with his palm as if petting something he loved very much. Then he brought the belt around. It swished through the air and slapped her hard. Anne drew in her ass cheeks, and she squealed with the sharp pain. She was surprised when a shiver of excitement ran through her cunt and exploded outwards from her tits.
Nate spanked again with the belt. He wasn't hitting her so hard that the pain was unbearable. The hits were just hard enough to smart and make her tense up. She cried harder, salty tears dripping from her chin. Her arms were strained and she danced around on her tiptoes as the belt swished again and again. Each lick across her slim ass made her draw in a breath. Her nipples had swollen out into thick, dark nubs. Her pussy was juicing something awful. She couldn't understand why getting beaten with a belt was making her so excited.
"You hot little bitch," Nate mumbled, swinging again. "You're nothing but a teenaged slut."
"Ahhhh," Anne cried, wincing as the belt made another red mark across her bottom. A trickle of something warm went down the inside of her thigh. Only then did she realize that her cunt was so wet that her pussy hole was overflowing. She pinched her thighs together and rocked her hips. Her inner cunt surfaces rubbed, exciting her clit. The belt swished again and she arched backwards, her head flung back so that her long blonde hair tumbled down.
She was panting, her eyes closed. She knew the beating had stopped but she was afraid to move or say anything. She heard Nate walking towards her. She heard something else. The sound of clothes dropping onto the grass. He touched her well-spanked ass. She uttered a cry and bit her lip.
"Uhhhhh," Anne sighed as Nate ran his finger under her body. He fingered her pussy mound, opening her cuntlips to let out more of her fuck juices. She could hear the slick sounds as he petted between her pussy folds.
This made Anne hotter than ever and she started pumping her hips forward and back as she dangled there by her wrists from that high limb. Nate fingered her pussy deeper, finding her tight cunthole with his middle finger and then penetrating deeply.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ohhh, yyyaaahhhh," Anne panted as she was slowly and expertly fingerfucked.
Anne had never been treated so sensuously before. While Nate's finger fucked in and out of her spasming pussy hole, he began to bite her ear. He bit her ear hard enough to make her squeal again, then licked her ear in such a way that her hips lurched violently and she panted like a bitch in heat.
"Ohhhh, what are you doing to me?"
"You wanted some excitement, didn't you?" Nate licked her ear again, his finger fucking deep into her pussy as he felt her small tits with his other hand. He was still behind her, reaching around her body as she dangled from the tree. Even the shoelace cutting into her wrists felt sexy. She thought she was losing her mind.
Nate spun her around and she tried to keep her weight on her toes to ease the tension against her wrists. She was looking into his soft eyes. He didn't look mad anymore. He didn't have on any clothes either. His cocktip pressed against her wet pussy.
"Like that?" Nate asked, rubbing his prickhead back and forth against her swollen cuntlips. The inner pussyfolds opened before his hot, spongy cock barb and he bent his legs to get down under her. As he pushed up, he guided his cock with one hand and pulled her body forward by pressing his hand against her ass.
"Whhhuuuhhhh," Anne groaned as his cock fucked upwards into the lush, fevered flesh of her cunt. She squirmed faster as the itchy fuck pleasure spread. The force of his upward thrusts lifted her completely off her toes. He sucked her neck, then bit her. His prick was really fucking deep. His cock felt huge! Her own weight was skewering her down on his prick.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered, her eyes closing from the excitement that pounded through her in waves of lust.
"You sweet little slut," Nate breathed, his hips rocking, then plunging up again. Her cuntflesh tightened around his prick, squeezing, hugging his cock with wetness and heat.
"You're f-f-fucking me!"
"Isn't that what you were asking for?"
"Yeah, but I didn't know it would happen like this."
"I generally make things happen my own way," Nate said. His mouth caught hers and he sucked her tongue deeply. Anne rocked back and forth, her hips lurching in circles as she slipped the rest of the way down onto Nate Erikson's big cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anne couldn't feel the pain of the shoelaces cutting her wrists now. Her head flopped back and forth as Nate spread his fingers under her ass cheeks and pressed her up against him. His big cock was spreading her soft cunt like a hot plow and as she shivered with lust, Anne slid her feet up his thighs until she could squeeze them against his hips.
"Ohh, ohhhh, ohhhhh, shit!" she cried, feeling the movements of his body with her toes. Her cunt made a slippery sound as her cunthole was penetrated by Nate's prick. Things were getting very juicy between her thighs. She needed all the slickness she had to make it easy for Nate. His cock was huge!
"Nate, it's going in so deep!"
"You're hot as fever inside," he groaned, pulling her hair so that her head flopped. He licked and kissed her white neck. Anne arched backwards, her tits rising towards his mouth. Nate licked her tits, then sucked a swollen nipple between his teeth to nibble.
Anne squirmed violently, speared on his big cock. Her cunt walls smeared his bulging cocktip with fuck juice. The soft fucking friction made the strong man shudder. He dug his fingers deeper into Anne's ass and gave short, strong thrusts that took her breath away.
"Whhuuuhh," she babbled, drooling. His cock felt so fantastic. She'd forgotten all about her hands being tied above her head.
Nate licked her armpits and chewed her shoulder. He fucked strongly, his cock coming almost all the way out of her cunt before he shoved his prick deep again. Squeezing his hips with her feet, Anne could lift herself a little, wiggling her ass in a tempting way that caused Nate to clutch her ass all the tighter.
"You love to be fucked, don't you?"
"Ohhhh, yes!"
"I meant to spank you and drive you straight home, damn it," Nate growled, licking her mouth, then shoving his cock knob deeply into her pussy. Anne's silky flesh closed down around his pricktip, squeezing his cockhead in a luxurious wrap of heat and slickness. Nate bit his lip as he tried to hold back his cum.
"You couldn't resist fucking me, though," she said, her lips brushing his as she spoke.
Nate kissed her deeply again, his prick throbbing as her cunt squeezed his cockshaft with a rhythm that seemed to answer his prick's pulses. He held still and let her lift and lower herself. The muscles of her cunthole tightened when his cock was deep so that when Anne raised herself a little, she slipped along the whole length of his hard prick. Nate licked this.
"Baby," he groaned. "Baby doll."
"Mmmmm, it's fun to fuck in the woods. I never did this before."
"It's not gonna last much longer," Nate gasped. "You're tighter than what I'm used to."
"Ohhhh, don't come without me, darling," Anne cooed.
They kissed passionately and Anne felt her heart quicken. The itchy sensations around her pussy slit grew stronger. Inside, her cunt muscles were contracting with an insistent rhythm.
"God damn," Nate panted.
Deep inside her, Anne could feel his cocktip swelling, growing fatter by the second. It wouldn't be long before his prick exploded and his white, sticky fuck cream gushed into her body. She plunged her hips forward, her back humping out as she hurried to catch up with him.
"Nnnnnuuuhh," she groaned, feeling her glorious itch turn into the more maddening tickle of ecstasy. It would be only a few seconds now. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Her body twitched and wriggled as she dangled by her hands from the tree limb. Her legs shot out behind Nate and she scissored them around his waist. He hugged her thin body and fucked like crazy.
"It's gonna happen," she sighed, eyes fluttering as a strong, surging pleasure invaded her body. Her pussy tightened, her inner and outer cuntlips becoming plump with blood. Nate's cock was squeezed all the tighter as her hungry cunt milked his steel-hard prickshaft.
"Jesus!" he gasped and at that very second Anne felt hot cum spurt into her cunt. Her pussy rippled, sucking at his rich fuck cream. Nate's balls drew up tight against the underside of his cockshaft and his groin throbbed, sending jet after jet of jizz into Anne's pussy.
"Ohhh, do it! Just keep doing it until I die!" she squealed, twisting and squirming on his wonderfully hard prick. Cum was running out of her cunt now. She heard jizz splat onto the ground. There was plenty more where that came from.
"God, you're fine," Nate said, petting her body, kissing her shoulders and neck. Anne smiled and whimpered, still lost in the wild paradise of her come. She couldn't keep her ass still. Her pussy was squeezing and sucking hard at the swollen knob of Nate's hot prick. The sound of her flesh rubbing and riding against his streamlined rod of cockmeat was like the most beautiful music in the world, Anne thought.
"You got it all," Nate sighed, trembling as he held. "You got every last drop."
"Mmmmmm, and I wanted every last drop too," Anne said, thinking that was an especially sexy thing to say. The next thing she knew, Nate was cutting her down. She crumpled to the ground, her legs folding under her.
"I'm too weak to walk," she groaned, rolling over in the grass of the meadow. Hot cum was still spilling out of her pussy. She let jizz smear across her thighs, not caring what a mess she was making.
Nate had sat down too and was watching.
Anne rubbed a hand across her cunt mound and smeared the rich, slick fuck stuff across both her tits. Then she closed her eyes and tried to get her breath. She had never been so exhausted before.
She didn't know Nate was taking a picture of her until she heard the click of his camera. She had a momentary fear about what he was doing, but since he'd already taken one photo, she smiled for him as he snapped off three or four more.
"What are you going to do with these?"
"Blow 'em up. I've got my own darkroom."
"You wouldn't show them to anybody, would you?"
"Of course not. It would hurt me worse than it would you."
Anne touched her red ass cheeks. "That's what they usually say about spankings, but I don't believe it."
"I guess I did get a bit carried away." Nate looked a bit ashamed. "I've never spanked anybody as pretty as you. It was exciting me to see that belt hit your ass cheeks."
"It excited me too."
After a long rest, Nate helped Anne to walk down to a nearby creek. They washed up together, each helping the other. By the time they'd strolled back to the meadow, Anne had her arm around Nate's waist and he was whispering sweet things to her. He got a blanket and spread it under a tree. The sun was high and the day had gotten very warm.
"Are you thinking the same thing I am?" Anne wondered.
"Probably." Nate patted the blanket and she crawled over next to him. He put an arm around her and lay back. Anne turned to drape one long leg on top of Nate's thigh.
"You're handsome."
"You're pretty."
"You're married too, but I don't care."
"I'm glad you don't." Nate pulled her head down and they kissed sweetly and sexily. Anne wriggled up on top of him. The feel of her body was exciting Nate, she could tell. She rubbed her tits against his chest, then lifted herself on braced arms so that just her nipples grazed his skin.
"Are you too sore to fuck again?" he asked.
"Yes. But I'm gonna fuck anyway." She reached back between her legs to find that his cock was as hard as before. She worked his prick skin up and down as she rubbed his cockhead up against her swollen pussy.
"Ouch," Anne panted as she wiggled back against his prickhead. Her cunt muscles were sore, but they opened easier than the first time. As she squirmed faster, she felt Nate's pricktip sliding deeper. "It's fun being on top. You like it?"
"Yep," Nate grinned, petting her dancing ass.
Her narrow back arched sharply as she wiggled her hips slowly from side to side, smearing her juicy cuntflesh across his swelling cocktip. It was thrilling to feel his hard prick surging and growing as she moved around on top of him. She kept letting him feel her nipples. He seemed to like the youthful firmness of her tits. Finally, Nate could stand it no longer and bent his head down to suck one.
"Uhhhh," Anne sighed, wiggling faster. She was inching downwards against the spongy hot tip of his prick. His cockhead went into her pussy easily, but her cunt muscles were still tight as they stretched outwards around his prick.
"God, I'm hotter than I thought I was," she gasped, pumping up and down, her pert white ass rising and falling with a steady rhythm. She was skewering herself deeply on Nate's upthrust cock. He fucked too, lifting his hips from the ground as he fucked upwards against her dripping cunthole.
"Nhhhaaah," she babbled, kissing his mouth in the sexiest way she knew. He kissed back, his tongue fighting hers, his hands pulling her against him.
"You're hotter than ever," Nate panted. Anne could feel the pulsing of his prick deep inside her. She knew she'd excited him something awful by being on top. He was enjoying her slender, young body writhing around. He was enjoying the dance and play of her hips as she did all the fucking.
"Ohhhh, doesn't it feel wonderful," Anne whimpered, slowly closing her legs. As her thighs came together, she wiggled down between Nate's knees. He opened his legs wide to let her go to work with her cunt. His cock was being caressed by her tight, slick muscles now.
"God... damn... can't take much more."
"Come! Ohhhh, go on and come! Cause I am, Nate! Ohhhh, I'm coming right now!"
They lurched wildly. Anne kept her thighs pressed together as she pushed her ass high into the air and eased down again. She could feel his swollen prickhead sliding deep into her pussy and back out again. Her slick cunt flesh sucked at his cock even harder than the first time.
Nate grabbed her ass and dug his fingers in deep. He shuddered then and his hips plunged. "Get it good, baby," he groaned.
"You're coming! I can feel it!"
The spurts were strong and steady. Anne worked in a hurry, her body twisting and writhing to make the come good for Nate. It was getting good for her too. She bit him on the shoulder as tickling joy swept through her. She flopped like a fish out of water, her belly sweaty against Nate's, her fingernails making red scratches along his sides.
"Nhhahh, ahhhh, ohhhhh," she babbled, licking his prick as his cock forced his thick fuck cream into her pussy. Anne couldn't seem to squirm enough. The itchy madness had blown her mind. She began to sob as the convulsions surged steadily stronger. At last she gave a loud cry and fell limp against the handsome man's chest.
* * *
"Think we can stop for a burger?" Anne asked as Nate entered the city limits.
"So you worked up an appetite, did you?"
"I sure did. I'm starving."
"I'd do anything to oblige a growing girl." Nate turned into the next drive-in he saw and stopped at one of the speakers. After they'd given their order, he turned to gaze at Anne like he was seeing her for the first time.
"You sure made me feel nice," she said, her voice husky.
"The feeling is mutual."
"I suppose someone as handsome as you never has trouble finding girls to go out with."
"As a matter-of-fact, I'm something of a family man. Until today."
"You want to see me again?" Anne said, leaning forward. She wanted for Nate to like her very much. Not that she meant to limit herself just to him. All men excited her, but she wanted each of her lovers to be madly in love with her too.
"I'd love to see you again. I think I've just picked up a habit. You're too fantastic to forget very quickly."
The carhop brought their burgers and when Nate gave her a big tip, she gave him a sexy thank you and waltzed away. Anne frowned after the girl.
"You shouldn't be jealous," Nate laughed.
"Her tits are bigger."
"You could fuck circles around her. I can tell you that."
"How do you know? You never fucked her."
"I've had other young stuff not so very long ago. You rate a ten, baby."
Anne blushed. "Really." She chomped big bites of burger. She really was hungry.
"For sure."
"I'd love to kiss your cock for that," Anne giggled. "Except my mouth is full of hamburger."
"Maybe we can make a date."
"I'll call you up," Anne said. "Sometime when your wife isn't around I might be able to come over."
Nate dropped Anne off on a back street not too far away from her house. The two of them felt a little self-conscious. Anne had the feeling that anybody who looked at them could guess what they'd been up to. She was getting hot again too. Even as she started to get out of the car, she reached across the seat and squeezed Nate's cock. His prick throbbed inside his pants like his cockshaft was dying to stab up into her pussy one last time before they parted.
"Ohhh, I loved what we did," she said, running the tip of her tongue along her upper lip.
"You keep that sweet little cunt of yours ready for me," Nate said. "In a day or two we should be able to get together."
Anne had thought that the wild fucking Nate and she had enjoyed would last her awhile. She was wrong. After supper, she had to excuse herself from the supper table and hurry upstairs to play with herself. She was itching like crazy deep inside her cunt. It was the kind of itch that could only be scratched one way. By a nice big cock.
"Ohhh, what am I going to do?" she whimpered, pulling off her panties and flopping onto her bed. She baby oiled two fingers and rubbed them slowly up and down her cunt slit until her pussy flesh had grown plump and red. Her clit stuck its head out like her clit flesh needed lots of petting.
She came with a weak cry, but the tingle of her come hadn't been anything close to the incredible ecstasy she'd experienced with a man. Anne washed her fingers, dried her cunt and wiggled into a nice dress. She'd just remembered something. It was a wild chance, but she couldn't ignore it. Not the way she felt now.
Brushing her long hair, she tried a couple of different blouses before settling on a frilly white one to match her dress. She left the neck open and put on a silver locket.
With a touch of eyeshadow and some carefully applied lipstick, Anne knew she must look at least five years older than she really was. She put on a garter belt and a pair of sheer stockings, then practiced walking in her only pair of high-heeled shoes.
"I'm a bit wobbly," she said, keeping her hands out for balance, "but by the time I get to the reception, I should have it down pretty good."
She took a last look at herself in the full-length mirror and smiled with satisfaction. She was going to crash a wedding reception. She'd gone to summer camp with the girl years ago and didn't even know whether Jenny Freeland would recognize her. She'd just have to take a chance on that. Anne had seen the announcement in the newspaper earlier.
Anne flicked out the lights and went down the hall, her white dress rubbing sexily against her bare ass. After all, what good were panties on a night like this?
"I didn't know a garter belt could feel so sexy," she said to herself, liking the way her cunt rubbed together as she walked. Weddings were supposed to arouse the basic lusts of men, so she'd heard. If there were any hungry ones hanging around, she wanted to be there.
CHAPTER SIX
The minute Anne walked into the room, she saw the heads turning. By the stares she got, she knew she looked good. Trying her best not to fall down in the high-heel shoes she wore, she made her way to the punch bowl. Considering the way most of the guests were behaving there had to be something good in the punch.
Her first swallow nearly made her choke. Somebody had doused the stuff with rum and she guessed they'd used a whole bottle. She looked up just in time to see her old friend Jenny running towards her with outstretched arms.
"Anne! I didn't know you were still around or I would have invited you. Please forgive me!" They hugged each other and Anne saw the most handsome guy she'd ever laid eyes on. He was not far behind Jenny, so she guessed this was her friend's new husband.
"Meet Mathew," Jenny said proudly. Anne put her hand out and felt Mathew squeeze her fingers. He was squeezing a little harder and a little longer than was polite. Anne felt her cheeks redden. Her cunt was warming up too. How could she communicate to Mathew how good he looked to her? Anne tried a sultry pout and ran her tongue across her upper lip. Jenny didn't notice.
"You two entertain each other while I go make sure everybody has enough to drink."
"They'll be falling out on the floor before long," Mathew called after her. He turned to Anne again. He was still holding her fingers and now he got a better grip. "Want to take a walk in the garden?"
"Love to," Anne said, telling him other things with her eyes.
They went through the patio past a couple who were so interested in feeling each other they didn't even notice Mathew as he pointed and shook his head.
"I'm glad my parents left early. They wouldn't understand all this."
"The house and grounds are enormous," Anne said, looking around.
"My uncle's place. He let me use it for the occasion."
"I had a hard time finding it. I don't get up into this part of town very often."
Mathew got an arm around Anne's waist. "Well, you should."
They went past a hedge. Anne realized they were cut off from the house now. There was no one around. Only the birds in the trees. The sun was starting to go down and the red sky made Anne feel very romantic. Very sexy too. But she hadn't counted on getting chummy with her friend's new husband. She trembled at the thought of being found with him like this. Mathew's arm got tighter around her waist, drawing her close.
"You'd better not," she panted, putting her hands on his chest.
"You want to kiss me, don't you."
"Yes." She licked her lips and tilted her head. As Mathew pulled her against him, Anne tucked her ass under and rubbed herself slowly against the hard cock inside his slacks. She was gladder than ever that she hadn't bothered to put on panties.
"Damn, you're some fine stuff," Mathew said, laughing and breathing hard. Anne was a little drunk from the punch and after that fantastic kiss from Mathew, she felt braver than ever. She pushed her hand down and slowly unzipped his fly. His cock was easy to get loose from his shorts and she began to jack his prick slowly, keeping her fingers tight around his cockmeat.
"Let's walk a little farther," Mathew finally said. "Do you think Jenny might come looking for you?"
"If she does, she ain't gonna find me." Mathew grinned. "I know where my uncle hides out when he's got something good going."
Anne had to take her hand out of Mathew's pants while they passed an old gardener, but as soon as they'd turned the corner behind the servant's cottage, Mathew took her wrist and made her grab his prick again. He slipped a hand up under the back of her dress at the same time.
Anne giggled as his eyes went wide with surprise.
"No panties, huh?"
"I didn't think you'd want to bother taking them off."
Mathew pressed her against a wall and kissed her mouth over and over again. Anne was breathless with lust. He was working his finger along the slick, hot edge of her cunt crevice. Her pussy meat opened to suck at his finger. He fingerfucked her gingerly, licking her neck and chin and mouth all the while.
"Ohhhhh, you're so nice to me," Anne sighed.
"You're not doing so bad yourself," Mathew grunted, glancing down at her long thin fingers around his cockshaft.
"I'll suck you off, if you want," Anne whispered.
"You're like a wet dream from my adolescence," Mathew said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd meet anyone like you."
"Isn't Jenny fun?"
"I haven't even fucked her yet. I'm not even sure she's going to let me have it on our wedding night."
"You can do anything you want to me and we're not even married." Anne wrinkled her nose. Her hips rocked back and forth as Mathew pushed his middle finger up into her pussy as far as he could.
"Mmmmm, baby, you're so hot!"
"Where's this hideaway you were talking about?" Anne was anxious to get on with their fuck games. Her cunt was running with pussy juice. She felt the slick, hot trickles of fuck honey going down the inside of one thigh.
"In here. The servants used to live on the grounds, but they've all got places of their own now."
"You sure your uncle won't mind?"
"He's not using it today," Mathew said, winking. He pushed the door open, pulled Anne inside and locked it again. The furniture was old and dusty. They crossed to the bedroom. Anne didn't care if it was the inside of a packing crate. She was panting again, hot to get her mouth around Mathew's big cock.
He held her in a long embrace, rubbing her ass cheeks with his fingers, licking her ears. She hugged him back, moaning softly with the desire she felt for this good-looking guy.
"Want me to suck you now?" she asked in a pouty voice.
For an answer, Mathew sat on the edge of the bed and pushed down his pants. Anne jerked his shoes off, then his pants. His shorts came next and she knelt as if in prayer before the upthrust shaft of his beautiful prick.
"It's lovely! Mmmm, I'm so hungry for it, too!"
She knew Mathew was watching her, so she really put on a show. She tossed her hair back from her face, gently cradled his cock between her hands and extended her lower lip to pet the prick lobes at the underside of his swollen cocktip. The prickhead expanded, darkening with trapped blood. Anne took her time, smearing the hot spit lightly over the fevered surface until all of his cock glistened. With Mathew holding his breath in anticipation, she made a perfect circle with her mouth and pushed down over his prick. She let her head fall forward, rocking back and forth with sexy little moans of delight as she felt his cock barb gliding along her tongue. His pricktip touched the roof of her mouth, but she still didn't stop. She rocked her head again, making her tongue pump forward and back, forward and back.
Now, Mathew's prickhead was sliding between her tonsils. She felt his fingers pet the back of her head. She knew she was blowing his mind. She was young and hot and ready and the poor guy could hardly believe that she was a wet dream come true.
"You little doll," Mathew groaned, petting her head. She closed her mouth tighter around his cock and used the soft, pillow of her tongue to rub the throbbing underside until the handsome bridegroom clutched her head and pulled her upwards.
His prick popped loose from her lips and she wiped a droplet of spit from her chin with the back of her hand.
"Like it?"
"Honey, I've never had my cock sucked like that in my life. And I've been sucked by some mighty talented young ladies in my time."
Anne's eyes sparkled with pride. "I'm the best?"
"You sure as hell are."
"Oh, let me suck you some more, then," she babbled, licking her hot lips. "I'll make you come."
"Honey, I think I'd like to try something else."
Anne pouted. "Wouldn't you like to come in my mouth?"
"Yes. But if your mouth is that good, I know your cunt must be pretty fine too."
Anne stood up and lifted her skirt. The light blonde curls of her pussy were stuck together in pretty twists of dampness. She rocked her hips from side to side while Mathew stared with obvious approval.
"Want to kiss me there?"
"Love to, baby." He pulled her forward, his hands spread against the cheeks of her ass. He licked her gingerly, his tonguetip finding her clit and licking with slow, upward flicks that made Anne shiver.
"Mmmmm, that's nice. Your tongue feels so hot." She pulled her dress off while he continued to nuzzle in her musky, damp pussy slit. Now she wore nothing but her black lace garter belt and her stockings. Mathew pulled her down on the bed and undid the belt. The stockings hung loose on her thighs, but he left them on.
Anne rolled around on the mattress, letting her hips do a sexy dance of encouragement. Not that Mathew needed much of that. His cock was bigger than ever and he kissed her belly and played with her cuntlips until she was more than ready to feel what he had to offer. Mathew flung the rest of his clothes aside.
"Fuck me, Mathew! Oh, please fuck me now or I'm gonna die."
He pushed her knees up so they were bent back against her body. Her pussy opened its tender folds for him. He eased his cocktip up and down the juicy flesh of her cunt slit until Anne could stand the teasing no longer.
"Uhhhh, put it in right now! Nhhaaaa, I want to be fucked good and hard."
Mathew dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and thrust forward. His cocktip spread her pussylips easily. She felt her smooth cunt gliding around his prick, felt his stiff and hot cock going deep. She bucked her hips and raked her fingernails across his back.
"Ohhh, it's wonderful. Ohhh, Mathew, you know how to do it, honey."
Mathew forced another inch of cockmeat into her pussy, then two more. Her belly pressed his as she arched her back away from the mattress and rubbed her cunt in wild, frantic jerks against his body. Her clit was fully extended, throbbing like a time bomb.
"God... " he groaned.
"Mmmmm, Mathew. Kiss me on the mouth. Ohhh, if you keep fucking me like this I'm gonna come!"
Mathew stopped fucking and took long, deep breaths. He kissed her face gently and smoothed his hands through her hair. Anne smiled and whimpered and tried to move her hips again. Mathew's eyes were warm and bedroomy.
"I'd like to wake up next to you every morning," he said.
"I don't think Jenny would like me sharing her bed."
"Damn it, I wish you'd come into my life a couple of months ago."
"Too late. You're married now."
"Not too late for this." Mathew pushed his cock as deep as his prickshaft would go. Anne's cunt muscles squeezed down around the base of his cockshaft. Deeper inside her pussy she could feel her slick cunt surfaces sliding around his pricktip. Mathew sighed.
"I'm good, aren't I?" Anne whispered.
"Yes, damn it. You're too good for your age. Where did you learn all this?"
"Practice, practice, practice," Anne giggled, licking his lips, then kissing him with a sloppy, spit-smearing caress that made him stab his tongue between her teeth.
"I can't help but be a little jealous of all those other guys."
Anne bit her bottom lip and rolled her hips again. "There aren't really all that many. I'm just a quick learner."
"You beautiful little piece of ass," Mathew murmured, fucking her slowly. His cock went deep, then pulled back until just his pricktip was being squeezed by her cuntlips. Anne shivered as she enjoyed this teasing kind of fucking. Her nipples were ripe for sucking and she pressed her tits up while her hands urged Mathew's head down. He got the idea quickly and she gasped with delight as his teeth nibbled gently on one nipple, then found the other.
"Suck them!" she cried, her ass jerking wildly as she grew more excited. "Ohhh, suck them hard!"
Mathew sucked. He had one tit all the way inside his mouth and it felt glorious. Anne raked her nails across the nape of his neck. Her nylons had slipped down around her knees now and it felt a bit naughty to still have them on.
Mathew fucked her hard and fast. His ass rose high, tensed with excitement and drove forward again. Anne felt her pussy being stroked deeply by his thick, hot cock. She fucked back as best she knew how. Obviously it was plenty good enough to make Mathew happy. His pricktip felt like a big tomato inside her, his cockhead was so swollen and hot. Anne worked her ass frantically, knowing what the satiny insides of her pussy was doing to Mathew's cock.
"Get it good, baby, get it real good!"
"Ohhhh, Mathew, I'm gonna come. I can't hold on any longer!"
Mathew dug his fingers into the crack of her ass as she trembled in his arms. His mouth moved to her other tit and he sucked her nipple deep, his tongue washing the nipple. Anne arched her back away from the bed and her body jerked. Her heels dug into the cheeks of her lover's ass. Her face turned red as she held her breath and waited for the first pounding throes of ecstasy.
They came ripping through her young body like bolts of lightning. She uttered a scream of relief and bucked more frantically than before. Mathew was fucking her good. His cocktip was enormous by now. His prick gouged deep as her spasming cunt muscles hugged his cock tight.
"Anne," Mathew groaned and she felt him spurting, his prick jerking inside her pussy as white cum boiled out. She fucked faster, her clit throbbing with pleasure. The sound of their fucking grew sloppy very quickly. She could smell Mathew's sharp fuck sap now, could feel cum leaking down the crack of her ass. She kept fucking, rubbing her blood swollen pussy against him, savoring each deep fuck.
Mathew was exhausted at last and when he rolled away from her onto his back, Anne wiggled her way down to his prick. His cock lay half hard and cummy against one thigh. She lifted his prick gently with a thumb and finger and bent her head down to lap the white jizz that clung and dripped there.
Mathew petted her shoulder as she moved her head like a hungry cat, lapping a drip here, sucking a stringy puddle there. She slipped her lips around him at last and used her tongue to force out the last of his rich-tasting cockcream. For a moment, Anne thought Mathew might be getting hard again. She sucked a bit harder. His prick jerked, spurted one last glop of cum onto her tongue, then wilted quickly. Anne popped her lips free.
"Oh, well," she sighed, "it was fun while it lasted."
"You don't expect me to keep that kind of thing up indefinitely, do you?"
"Course not. I was just teasing." Anne made a cute face.
She lay in his arms, sighing deeply. For the moment, she felt totally satisfied. She knew the moment wouldn't last long. Her nipples were tender from having been sucked. Her cunt was sore too. Mathew was a big guy!
"You're great," he said, nuzzling her ear.
"And you're one of the nicest fucks I've ever had." Anne smiled lovingly.
"Do you think we could do this again sometime?"
Anne kissed his chin. "Love to."
"God, I sure hope Jenny is as good a fuck as you are."
"Chances are, she's not." Anne patted his shoulder. "But don't worry. Anne will always be around. After what you just did to me, you can count on that."
"I'm glad you liked it. I sure as hell did."
It took them a little while to clean up and get dressed again. Anne saw that Mathew was getting a second hard-on, but they didn't have time for another fuck on the bed. They'd taken enough of a chance as it was.
On their way back to the house, Anne split off from Mathew and came in through the kitchen. Jenny was talking to a friend about marriage. Anne couldn't help but pause to listen in.
"You just can't let a man run all over you," Jenny was saying. "A husband should be willing to go along with his wife's wishes. If she's not in the mood-"
"But Jenny," the friend interrupted, "if I had a husband who looked like Mathew, I think I'd always be in the mood."
Jenny lifted her nose an inch higher. "Sex is only a small part of marriage. That's what my mother said."
Anne went by them and headed back to the punch bowl. She was enjoying the juicy leak of Mathew's cum from her pussy. When a droplet began to slide down her thigh, she got it with a swipe of her finger and used the same finger to stir her glass of punch. People were dancing in the other room and she still saw a lot of good-looking men.
Anne felt all rosy cheeked and warm after what Mathew had done to her. She took her drink and wandered upstairs. A couple were dry fucking in a corner of the hall and Anne smiled as she went by. She stopped just out of sight to listen to the boy's pleading.
"Please, Margaret, you know how bad I want you."
"I'm not going to let you do anything here. It isn't even our house."
"But-"
"I'm going downstairs again. If you want to stay here, that's all right with me."
Anne waited until she knew the guy was alone. He was tall and blond and sunburned. He stood facing the stairs with his hands in his pockets. The poor fellow sure looked disappointed.
"Hi," Anne said, tilting her pretty face as the man turned. His frown turned quickly to a smile. He stuck out a big, strong hand and Anne put her dainty fingers into it. This was going to be fun, she thought. Lots of good old-fashioned fun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The blond man slipped an arm around her waist and told her his name was Andy. Anne replied with her own and let him guide her down the hallway. Andy seemed to know exactly what he wanted and it excited her to be close to him. She could see the bulge of his cock in his pants and could hardly wait to get her hands on his prick.
They tried a bedroom, but quickly closed the door again. There were already two couples in one big bed. Anne giggled as Andy pulled her along, his cheeks red.
"I'm not into orgies," he said.
"You look cute when you blush," she teased, letting her tit rub against his chest as they walked. She knew Andy could feel her nipple through the sheer nylon. The next bedroom was being used too. In frustration, Andy pushed her into a corner at the end of the hall and mauled her lovingly, his hands tracing the curve of her hips under the clinging dress she wore.
Anne cooed appreciatively and worked her fingers down under the waistband of his slacks. She dug into his shorts, panting with joy when she found that hot, hard cock she'd been searching for. She curled her fingers around his prick and squeezed as his hand went under her skirt.
"No panties, huh?".
"They take too much time to get off."
"You're wet." He rubbed his finger up and down her pussy slit. Anne's juicy cunt seeped more slickness as she pumped her hips gently against his tender finger fucking.
"Mmmm, you're hard!" she moaned.
"Do you want to fuck as bad as I do?"
Anne nodded eagerly. "I'm about to go out of my mind."
"Let's try this door," Andy said, crossing the hall. It was a linen closet, one of the walk-in kind. Anne licked her lips and gave him a hot, hungry look as he led her into their newfound sanctuary.
"Kinda small for bedroom work, but I think we can make it do," she whispered, turning her mouth up for him to kiss. With the door closed, there was still lots of light and Anne noticed a skylight high in the ceiling. That was just fine with her. She was dying to see what Andy's prick looked like.
They skinned each other's clothes off, kissing and biting as they went. Anne was crazy about the way Andy used his thumb in her cunt. He pushed it around, stretching her pussy muscles until she trembled and drooled against his shoulder.
"Ohhh, you sure know what you're doing," she cooed.
"You've got a tight little cunt," he breathed back, licking her mouth. "I'm dying to get into it."
"Can we fuck standing up?" Anne sighed, looking around. The next thing she knew Andy had lifted her up to let her sit on a shelf that ran along the wall. She hooked her heels there too, her pussy hanging over the edge. Her cunt was all blown up with blood and fever and her glossy pussy flesh dripped fuck juice onto the floor as Andy bent down to nuzzle his mouth against her cuntlips.
Anne watched him, her hands on her knees, her feet spread wide on her shelf perch. The slick, sucking sound of his tongue going in and out between her cunt folds, made her weak. The friction was light and exciting and she moved her hips gingerly, increasing the pleasure.
"I just love to have my pussy sucked," she sighed, "and you're really good, Andy."
"You taste good to me," he breathed, torturing her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Anne dug her fingers into the nape of his neck and pulled him harder against her pussy. She was making soft, whimpering sounds as Andy ate her out.
"Mmmmmmm, don't you want to fuck me now?"
"Yeah."
Andy's cock jerked as he moved forward to press his prickhead into her juicy cunt slit. She was at just the right height because his cock went into her perfectly, if a little tight. Anne liked the tightness. So did Andy. His eyes looked glassy as he fucked deeper with gentle thrusts.
"Let me know if I hurt you," he said. "So far the hurting is good."
"Damn, you're hot as a firecracker inside. Soft, too. God... "
"Kiss me!"
Anne opened her mouth wide to take his tongue between her teeth. They caressed hungrily, their hands sliding over hot skin. Anne arched her back as the kiss was broken and Andy saw her pink nipples. He mouthed one nipple gently, then bit down. Anne cried out and her cunt closed down around half his cock length.
"Baby, that's really nice." Andy bit her other nipple and again her pussy squeezed his prick with velvety, wet spasms. Anne grunted with pleasure as her clit was rubbed by Andy's fucking cock.
"Love your cock!" she managed to gasp, her head lolling sideways as his fucking movements came quicker and harder.
Anne looked down between their bellies. It was nice being able to fuck like this because she could see everything. She could see the slickened shaft of Andy's big prick and when he pulled it back so that the head came out, she put a hand down to make him stop.
Hooking a finger under his prick, she lifted his cock, sliding the glossy prickhead upwards between the fat lips of her pussy. She rubbed her clit with slow, even caresses. The smooth texture of Andy's pricktip felt glorious when his cock touched her clit. She gazed down in wonder, her gaping pussy sending up a steamy musk that made her a little drunk. The seductive odor made Andy drunk too. He kissed her hair and watched her as she used his thick, hot cock to pet her clit.
"Honey, I could come like that and die a happy man."
"Mmmmm, that would be nice. Let's do it."
"Let me get deep inside you again, first."
"Sure... Ohhhhh, Andy! Ohhhhh, fuck me hard!"
Andy dug his fingers into her ass cheeks as he fucked her there on the shelf. One of her heels slipped off and she let it dangle for a while. But the fuck was better when she had both feet on the shelf where she sat. That position made her young cunt tight and tender. She could feel every inch of Andy's prick fucking her pussy.
"Uhhhh, honey," she groaned, clutching at his cockshaft again as he drew his prick out. Her hand trembled as she got a thumb and finger around his cock and lifted his swollen prickhead once again.
"Woweee!" she whimpered, rubbing her clit with his cocktip like before. The smacking, slippery sound was fantastic. The friction was even better.
When she'd petted herself with his bright prick knob until she was trembling, she pushed his cockhead down so his prick would sink into the lush heat of her pussy again. Wiggling her ass around on the shelf, Anne threw her head back. Andy's prick fucked deep, making her pussy walls ripple. He kissed her mouth gingerly, just their tongues and lips grazing.
"Ohhhh, let me have it in my fingers again," Anne groaned, pulling at his thick, hot cockshaft. She rubbed his prick up between the lips of her cunt. By bringing her knees together to squeeze Andy's sides, her folds pressed his cock a bit tighter too.
"Baby, I can't hold on much longer."
Anne's fingers were sloppy with fuck juice on the surface of Andy's cock. She began to pump his prickshaft as she rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy slit. She whimpered and gasped as the friction across her hot clit made fiery tingles shoot up her belly.
"I'm gonna come too!" she cried, her head thrown back. But she just had to watch this fantastic moment! She struggled to focus on the dark, swollen head of Andy's cock as she rubbed his prick up and down her swollen pussy. She had a thumb and finger circled tightly around Andy's prickshaft, squeezing where his cockhead swelled out.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned, shuddering violently. Anne felt the power of his approaching cum. His cock jerked hard in her grasp. She kept rubbing his fat pricktip up and down against her clit. She had never felt the tickle quite so intense before. Her pussy was all swelled up with blood. Fuck juice flowed out, wetting the shelf she sat on as she plunged her body around, smearing her wetness against Andy's cock.
The first jet of white cum flicked up across her belly and at that instant, Anne began to explode from deep inside. She wriggled happily, groaning and gasping as she jacked Andy's cockskin and continued to rub his pricktip against her steamy cunt. His cum leaped again, and Anne was thrilled to watch the white splatters form across her inner thigh.
"Ohhh, it's getting me all slick and wet," she babbled, rubbing the cum into her plump cunt slit. The sounds were very sexy and she could feel the hot fuck sap leaking all the way down her pussy crack.
She pushed Andy's cockhead into her cunthole and he fucked deep, grabbing her ass with both hands to pull himself in. She wriggled faster than ever, her cunt skewered completely by his hard, hot prick. Anne felt more spurts exploding into the moist tightness of her cunt. Her pussy was drinking up the rich fuck stuff as it jetted out.
When at last they were both exhausted, Anne sagged forward, her arms around Andy's neck. He kissed her neck and shoulders and told her how fantastic she was.
"I could stand a drink," Anne told him.
"I guess we both deserve one. Shall we go downstairs?"
"I doubt if anyone has missed us." Anne was mopping her pussy with a towel she'd taken from the shelf beside her. "Convenient fucking in here, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Andy was drying his prick too. His cock still looked wonderfully large, though his prickshaft had begun to sag a bit.
"You're good," Anne sighed. "I wouldn't mind fucking again with you sometime."
"Why not?" He gave her a warm look that said he'd been impressed by Anne's skill. Not that she was surprised. She knew she was getting pretty good by now. But since fucking always made her think of more fucking, she had suddenly begun to daydream about Tom Carver. He had been her first fuck and since that time, she knew she'd learned a lot. She was anxious to get with Tom and show him just how talented she'd become in such a short time.
Anne went downstairs with Andy and he got her a drink and talked about this and that. She made a tentative date with him, but said they'd have to decide on the exact time later.
When Mathew came up with Jenny, Anne and he exchanged looks. Jenny had no idea that her new husband had been fucking with Anne only an hour before.
"Well, what do you think of my husband?" Jenny asked in all innocence.
Anne looked at Mathew over her glass. "He's exceptional." Mathew blushed. Even Andy picked up the vibes and began to wonder what Anne and Mathew had been up to before he got hold of her. Jenny suspected nothing.
"I think he's pretty nice myself," she said, giving Mathew a loving look. After a moment she turned to Anne again. "Why don't you come over and have lunch with us sometime next week. Think you can?"
Anne glanced at Mathew, then quickly to Jenny. "Sure, I guess so. If you'd like me to."
"We both would like you to, isn't that right Mathew?"
"Why sure, Anne. You be sure and come." The slight emphasis on the last word made it hard for Anne to keep from giggling. She smothered the laugh in her champagne and pretended that the bubbles had tickled her nose.
On her way out, Anne got a few more appreciative looks from the men. Her cunt was very swollen from all the fucking she'd done and another hot trickle of cum was on its way down her left leg. She turned up the street and strolled along, feeling satisfied and a little bit drunk. A dog smelled her lusty, funky aroma and began to whimper, his cock sliding out from its sheath like he'd like to do a number on her himself.
Anne laughed and strolled on. Though she'd had more fucking action than most girls get in a month, she was already feeling the urge to roll in the sack at least one more time that day.
"I'd better be careful," she told herself. "No use tempting the odds." She certainly didn't want to be found out. If her mother had even an inkling of what she'd been up to, she would be grounded forever.
"Mmmm, I wonder what good old Tom Carver's doing," she slurred, putting her hand against a tree to steady herself. A mailman watched her approaching and Anne was amused by the interested but frightened look in his eyes.
"Hi." She hiccupped. "Does a mailman ever meet a female man?" she asked incoherently. When she got to the corner, the postman was still staring at her. She thought she saw the faint suggestion of a hard-on pushing out the front of his uniform pants.
* * *
It was two days later when Anne saw Tom in his back yard. He was wearing a pair of shorts and was bent over an oily lawnmower. She watched him try to start it, then fiddle around with some adjustment before trying again. The thing popped and sputtered a few times, but he wasn't having much luck. Anne pulled on her skimpiest bikini and took a quick look in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair down over her shoulders. She didn't have much of a tan, and the red suit showed off her smooth, white skin to the maximum.
Not caring whether anybody saw her or not, she went around to the gate which opened into Tom Carver's back yard. He looked up as she strolled towards him, her long, lean legs flashing.
"Hi, Tom," she said in a soft voice, "your wife home?" It seemed silly to beat around the bush.
"I think she went shopping." He grinned. Quickly he glanced at the neighboring houses. There was an eager, but furtive look on his face. He turned his gaze back to Anne. She could tell he liked the way the bikini fit her... what there was of it.
"I've been thinking about you," she admitted, wetting a finger and running it down his muscular forearm. Tom watched her, breathing a little faster now. "You showed me some things, taught me some things."
"And?"
"I thought maybe... " She let the words fall off, her eyes telling the rest.
"You tempt me," he said.
Anne glanced around now. Satisfied that no nosey neighbors were watching them, she slipped a hand down to the crotch of her bikini, hooked a thumb in the taut, red band and jerked it aside.
Tom stared at the heavy, moist hang of her cunthair. The fine blonde curls framed her pussy slit beautifully and he could see just the tip of her clit nosing out between her cuntlips. Anne let the elastic snap back and patted herself as she smiled at Tom.
"Does that appeal to you?" It was a silly question. Tom had a hard-on. He shoved at his cock and his prickshaft went down one leg, the cockhead peeking out from the loose opening of his shorts. Anne couldn't resist getting close enough to grab his prick.
She'd stuck a small bottle of baby oil in the elastic of her bikini bottoms and now she reached behind to draw it out. Tom watched her shake a clear pool of the lubricant into her palm and ease her hand down to circle her warm fingers around his pricktip. He grunted and his knees trembled as she massaged the oil deep into his swollen cockflesh. His cock throbbed so hard!
"We can't be fooling around like this out here," Tom said between clenched teeth. "Some old fool might look out a window and that would be it."
"Mmmmm, you feel so hard."
Jerking his t-shirt down in an effort to cover the head of his cock, Tom limped towards the garage. Anne waited a moment or two before she followed. She prayed no one was behind a curtain in one of those empty windows. The garage was cool and slightly greasy smelling. Anne pressed her body against Tom and her hand went to his cock again. She squeezed her fingers around his firm, plump prickhead, the oil making the friction slippery. Pleasure exploded behind Tom's eyes. He was panting, rubbing his hands up and down Anne's willowy body.
"You have learned a few things," he said.
"I had a good teacher."
Tom got his finger under the crotchband of her bikini bottom and rubbed the length of her cunt slit with careful movements that made Anne whimper. In a shivering fit of lust, she jerked Tom's shorts down and went to her knees on the garage floor. Holding his big prick in both hands, she worried the cocktip with her lips, her tongue flicking, teasing.
"Ohhh, baby, you must want a mouthful!"
"Mmmmmmm, that'd be nice.
Anne ran her tongue back along the full length of his prickshaft, watching his cock grow even firmer, longer. She cradled his heavy balls in her palms, lapping at the prick knob until Tom could stand it no longer.
"God damn it, baby, we've got to find a place to fuck."
"I'd love that," Anne cooed, giving him her big soft-eyed look. She ran her mouth around his cocktip one last time and got to her feet. Her legs were shaking as badly as Tom's now. They pulled on their clothes.
"Come on," he groaned, grabbing her by the hand. Anne giggled as she was pulled along behind him into the house.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anne followed Tom upstairs and into a bedroom at the end of the hall. There were a few pinups on the wall and a stack of hot rod magazines. Anne couldn't help poke around a bit.
"It's my son's room."
"I didn't know you had a son," Anne said, lifting her eyebrows. She was thinking that if the kid looked at all like his father, he'd be a fox.
"My son from a previous marriage. He's away at school right now." Tom grabbed Anne like he didn't want to talk any more. He kissed her mouth hungrily, his hands trembling as he traced the outline of her lean, young body. He was panting, more excited than he'd been that first time they'd fucked.
"I've been thinking about you," Tom said, nuzzling her neck. He had pulled down his shorts again and his damp, hard cock was pressing against her hip. Anne giggled and pushed him away.
"That last time we played, I was the student and you showed me a lot. Now it's my turn to be in charge."
"Baby, I want to get my cock inside you so bad-"
"I'm not going to run away. Just let's take our time."
Tom sat on the bed, looking at her evenly. Anne hadn't even taken off her bikini yet. She circled the bed slowly, letting him watch her lithe movements. At last she decided exactly what she wanted to do.
"I want to tie you up a little bit," she cooed.
"What?"
"Please let me, Tom. I'll promise you'll love what I'm going to do."
Tom grinned and shook his head. "Baby, I think anything you did would excite me. I'm no about to come just watching you."
Anne found a robe in the closet and pulled the belt from it. She tied Tom's wrists together and made him get on his back. He was naked, and his cock jerked up and down as his prick lay pointing towards his navel. She straddled him then and gently eased the crotchband of her bikini aside. Lowering her dripping pussy against the underside of his cockshaft, she rubbed forward and back, greasing his prick with her musky fuck juice.
Tom grunted with pleasure and tried to move his hips in such a way that he could stab upwards into the soft, sweet pussy hole that was only inches away. Anne wouldn't let him. She just wanted to stroke the underside of his prick, wetting his cock lobes and teasing him until he was growling with tension.
When she'd had her fill of that, she moved up over Tom's face. Her bikini was still on even though she had the crotch stretched to expose her fat, young cunt. She lowered her crotch down slowly against Tom's open mouth. He ate at her pussy flesh with furious hunger. Anne gasped and babbled and jerked her hips from side to side as she smeared her buttery fuck juice over his cheeks and chin.
"Mmmmmhhuuhhh," Tom groaned, stabbing his tongue into her cunthole.
"Ohhhhh, I like that. I've never been tongue-fucked so good in my life."
"You smell like heaven."
"Ohhh, Tom!"
"Let me fuck you now! God damn, I can't wait."
"Naughty boy. I'm not through with you yet."
Anne stood over him, her feet spread on the mattress. Slowly, she undid the string of her bikini and let it fall around one ankle. She undid her halter next and tossed it in Tom's face. He was breathing hard again, devouring her with his eyes. When he struggled to jerk his hands free, Anne was thrilled.
She knelt between his parted legs and fondled his balls and cock. She had a great idea and the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to give the idea a try. She wound her string bikini around Tom's cock and balls, making the material snug but not so tight it would hurt him.
Anne took her time cinching the bikini and tying it. She was enjoying the moans from Tom as his cock grew even fatter with trapped blood. The head of his prick looked enormous now and Anne wanted very badly to her lips around his cockhead.
"Mmmmmm, it's so hot," she whispered, her tongue lapping slowly as she bobbed her head forward and back. The O of her lips made a sucking sound as they slid around the flared part of his cocktip and stroked back along his prickshaft. She licked faster, her tongue darting and petting until Tom's cock seemed to fill her mouth completely.
When she stopped sucking, she looked down with wide, excited eyes. Tom's prick was bigger than any cock she'd ever seen. Would his prick fit into her hot, young fuck hole? Well, it had once. It was going to be fun to try again.
"Baby, you'd better do something quick or I'm not going to remain sane."
"Ohhh, I'm crazy too. Crazy to fuck!"
She straddled his body again, her small tits tickling his chest as she rocked her hips and moved back towards the uplifted spear of his tied cock. The prickhead felt feverish as his cock pushed her plush pussy flesh open. Her outer cuntlips caressed him, then her inner folds delicately parted to expose the glossy opening where she longed to have his cock.
She reached back between her legs and held his cock between a thumb and finger while she smeared her juicy cunt up and down against his prickhead. The soft, hot friction made Tom groan louder. He struggled again to get his hands free. He couldn't. He was helpless to do anything but wait.
"You'd love to grab my ass and jerk me down on top of you, right?"
"Right, baby."
"That's why I'm doing it this way. I wanted to show you how much I've learned. I know how to really get you going."
"Anne, why don't you just nestle back on my cock, honey? Wouldn't you like to feel it going into you?"
"I'm not even sure it'll fit. After I tied it up good and tight with my bikini, it's all swelled up something awful." Anne pouted and blinked her lashes in a sultry way.
She bent down to kiss Tom's feverish lips. She ran her tongue between his teeth while her hips did a slow, side-to-side dance, opening her cuntlips wider. Her pussy hole moved in spasms, opening and closing against the rounded head of Tom's prick. She pressed back a little harder and his cock slid into her pussy an inch, then two inches.
"Ohhh," she groaned, arching her back and throwing her head up. Her blonde hair flew over her shoulders. Anne's eyes were glazed with passion and her lips were parted. She ran her tongue along the corner of her mouth as she felt the fat head of Tom's cock slide deeper into her pussy. "Ahhhhhhh, that's nice!"
"Either I'm bigger or you're tighter," Tom panted, his eyes closed tight as he felt the satiny flesh of Anne's cunt surround him. Anne knew that he was feeling all the tremors and spasms that were going off inside her.
She spread her knees wider on the bed, her toes pointed back, her nipples sticking out proudly. Cupping one tit, she lowered herself so that Tom could suck her dark, warm nipple. As his tongue rolled around the nipple, she cried out, her cunt tightening with convulsive movements around the cock that was more than halfway into her.
With a mighty jerk, Tom broke free of his bonds. He grabbed Anne's body and rolled her over on her back, her long legs kicking high.
"You're going to get your sweet little pussy good and fucked." He laughed, sliding his hands down to cradle her ass. Anne smiled, knowing that what he felt was slim and firm. She bucked happily, her ankles crossing above Tom's back. She squeezed her thighs around his waist as he thrust into her with slow, deep movements.
"Mmmmmm, it feels wonderful," she cooed. Tom kissed her mouth deeply. She kissed him back just as hungrily. He was getting really deep now and her cunt juice bubbled up to overflow the edges of her pussy. The fucking sounds they were making were loud and sexy.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Tom!"
"Baby doll!"
"Hold me tight! I think I'm gonna come."
Tom stopped moving when she said that. He kissed her chin and her cheeks as his hands petted her. He calmed her, made her stop moving her ass around in wild circles. He was going to make it last and though Anne didn't have the will power herself, she was glad Tom did.
"I guess you're still the expert." She smiled.
"You're not bad yourself." He waited until their pulses weren't racing quite so fast, then started fucking her again.
Anne could feel Tom's big prick fucking in and out of her pussy. He was fucking her gently now, fucking her until she trembled and licked his mouth like a helpless kitten.
"Ohhhh, Tom! What are you doing to me?"
He brought her to the edge of orgasm three times and each time stopped to hold her there in a shivering spasm of paradise and hell. Anne knew she couldn't take much more. She wanted to feel Tom's hot cum spurting inside her. She wanted to feel her cunt muscles convulse as they squeezed down around his beautiful prickmeat.
"You're gonna kill me if you don't let me come, Tom!"
"I don't think it's as bad as all that, is it?" He laughed.
"Uhhhh, honey! Ohhhh, I can't stand it. I can feel your cock throbbing inside me and I can't quite come." She pinched her cunt hard to squeeze him. Tom grunted with pleasure and forced his tongue between her teeth. He dug his fingers into the cheeks of her ass and fucked her with a slow, circular movement that made her arch her back and shudder.
"Nhhhaaaaahhhm," Anne cried as she felt her clit swell against the rhythmic rubbing. She flung her legs up in the air and kicked and bucked. Thank God he wasn't going to stop this time!
"Jesus, you're getting awful tight!"
"Yeah, ain't it good?" Anne knew how her pussy was getting plush with blood. Her spongy cunt flesh rubbed the length of Tom's cock. He stopped fucking her again, but held his hips up so she could fuck herself upon his pulsing prickshaft. She humped her back down into the bed and wiggled her hips from side to side, as she skewered herself all the way to his balls. Tom was trembling. Anne knew that if she could bring him off, she'd bring herself off too.
Squeezing her thighs a bit closer, she started a thrusting movement that let her pussy hole ride up and down over the swollen lobes of Tom's cocktip. He didn't grab her and start fucking her again like she thought he would. He just let her milk him like that until the head of his cock grew like a huge plum inside her.
"There!" she cried, feeling the tiny tickle that was just the beginning. "I'm gonna come now!"
"Baby... " Tom moaned. Anne felt his hot cum spurting suddenly into her body. She continued to hump her back against the mattress as she gripped his hard prick with her pussy. Cum frothed around the edges of her slit, dripping down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, yes!"
When Tom jerked his cock out of her pussy, she was still coming a little but she knew what he wanted and was glad. Anne sat up to clutch with both hands at the slick, spurting prick that bobbed in the air before her face. His cock shot a spurt of cum over her lower lip and chin before she was able to suck his prickhead between her lips.
"Mmmmmmuuhh," she moaned, sucking noisily at the enormous knob of Tom's cock, her tongue rolling wildly around the taut prickflesh as she urged more hot cum to spurt into her throat.
Tom held the sides of her head as she suckled his prick. Her cheeks dimpled inwards and her throat pumped as she wolfed down the rich, stringy fuck stuff he gave her. As she sat there on the mattress sucking him, her pussy was leaking cum. Tom put his hand down and gently began to fingerfuck her.
"Yhhuuuhhhmmmm," she whimpered, rocking her hips. He fingerfucked her harder and she knew she was going to come again.
Anne threw back her head and cried out as her pussy cinched up around Tom's middle finger. Her clit was exploding. Her belly was drawn in tight under her ribs. Her nipples were hard and hot.
Tom rammed his cock halfway into her throat and as Anne choked happily on the fat, cum-smeared prickhead, his cock began to spurt again. Closing her lips around his shaft, she gag-swallowed, her tonsils caressing him, making him spurt harder.
"Glllluuuhhhhrr," she babbled, a stream of white cum erupting from one nostril and dribbling down her upper lip. "Ohhhhh, Tom," she gasped, falling backwards on the bed.
Tom lay on her again, his cock finding the swollen, cummy place between the lips of her pussy. He fucked into her, making Anne's feet kick the air excitedly as she squirmed against the wonderfully savage fucking. Tom was going to give her his last few cock spurts. She wanted them!
CHAPTER NINE
For some reason, the next week was a slow one for Anne. None of the men she had met lately seemed to be around. Tom was out of town on business and Nate Erikson was all caught up in some important real estate deal or other. Anne almost always got his wife when she called, and once when she dropped by Nate's office, he explained to her that he just couldn't spare the time for her right now. He had wadded a fifty-dollar bill into her jeans pocket and ushered her quickly out of his office.
Fifty bucks wasn't bad, but money wasn't what Anne was looking for. She needed action. Good hot fuck action. She was too young to make do with just money. She was too horny to make do with her fingers or something made out of rubber. Even the thought of going to see her friend Betty and maybe getting into some interesting fun and games didn't appeal to her as much as finding a good quick fuck.
She thought of looking up Mathew and Jenny. Being newly weds, things might be a bit tricky getting Mathew off alone. The longer she pondered this, the hornier she got. But, Jenny had invited her to lunch sometime. Why not now? "Oh, hell, I suppose it's worth a try." Anne called Jenny's mother to get the address where she was living with her new husband. When she hung up the phone, Anne licked her lips. "Brand new husbands are a real challenge. I suppose Jenny is really trying to impress him with what she knows. Not that she could even come close to me."
Anne waited until noon rolled around before she picked out some especially sexy clothes to wear. She wore a pleated skirt of red and added a pair of red bikini panties as a special surprise for Mathew should he get that far. The tight-fitting top showed off her small, firm tits to maximum advantage. Her firm nipples pushed the material out in a sexy way. Anne brushed her hair and put on a pair of shades as she pushed her feet into sandals and headed for the door.
"I sure hope Mathew is ready to try me out again," Anne said to herself. "I don't know how much longer I can go without a fuck."
Though it was nearly two in the afternoon when she rang the doorbell, the newly weds had just started lunch. Jenny invited Anne in.
"Won't you have something with us?" Mathew asked. "We're having a lazy day."
"I'm not hungry but if you have a coke, I'd like that," Anne said.
While Jenny was getting it, Anne winked at Mathew and licked her lips. He smiled back but seemed nervous. Probably because his wife was chattering away as she put ice in a glass and poured Anne's coke. She came back into the room without the faintest suspicion that Anne had been making eyes at Mathew.
"Nice of you to drop by, Anne. You know, after the reception, there was a guy asking about you. I didn't say anything. I didn't know how you felt about him."
Anne felt her cheeks redden a bit. She wondered if Mathew had talked to the guy she'd fucked after she'd gotten through with him. She hoped not.
"Oh, that guy. He was pestering me something awful. I'm glad you didn't give him my name."
"I really can't blame him," Mathew put in. "You looked fantastic at the reception and you look fantastic now."
Jenny glanced at her new husband, then at Anne. "I don't mind if he flirts with you a little bit, Anne. I trust you."
This made Anne squirm just a bit, but she tried to appear as much like a straight and true friend as she could. Meanwhile, she'd slipped a bare foot out of her sandal and was rubbing Mathew's thigh. She got between his knees and moved her toes back until she could feel the warmth of his crotch. His cock was already big and she stroked his prick with her big toe, wishing she knew how to work a zipper with just one foot.
Above the table, the conversation drifted this way and that. Mathew made a good show of following what his wife was saying, but Anne could tell his mind was straying.
"Well, I've got to go take a shower," Jenny said at last. "I'm going shopping with my mother. She's going to buy us a new stove."
"How nice," Anne said, rubbing the hard shaft of Mathew's cock with the ball of her foot. As soon as they heard Jenny going upstairs, Anne licked her upper lip again.
"What are you doing over here?" Mathew asked. "Trying to get me in trouble?"
"Naw, I wouldn't do that. I was lonesome, that's all."
Mathew stood up from the table and tried to get his cock situated so that his hard-on would make his pants bulge too much. As he walked into the kitchen, Anne followed. She crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. While he tried to get loose, she was pulling on his zipper.
"You'd better cool it. If Jenny knew-"
"Jenny is taking a shower. I can hear the water running."
Anne had his fly open now and pushed her hand in. She dove into his shorts, found what she was after and pulled his prick free. Mathew sagged against the counter, watching her through sex-dazed eyes. Anne hooked a finger across the top of a cube of butter and began to smear the stuff around thoroughly, coating Mathew's cocktip.
"What are you going to do?" he breathed. He didn't look as if he was going to stop her.
"Thought I'd have a couple of licks. I love butter."
Anne let her pursed lips slide forward over the buttered head of Mathew's cock. His prick pulsed and swelled as she flicked her tongue against his cock lobes and then pushed her licking back along his prickshaft. His cocktip was inside her mouth now and she slurped the salty butter noisily, her fingers playing with his balls while she sucked him.
"Baby, you suck a mean cock," Mathew groaned.
Anne laughed and popped her mouth free. "Your cock isn't mean. He's always been very nice to me."
"Damn, you make my mind get loose. I shouldn't let you do this with Jenny just upstairs... "
But Anne had already started sucking him again. She slid her soft, moist lips all the way over his cock, letting his pricktip nudge her tonsils, then slide through. She gagged a little but was able to keep from choking.
"Uhhhhhh," Mathew gasped, grabbing her head.
"Yhhuuummmmee," Anne cooed, her tongue going wild. She bobbed her head faster, letting her lips, slide the full length of his prick as her tongue petted pleasure from his fat cock lobes and the velvety curve of his pricktip. At last, Mathew shuddered and his knees shook.
"Better stop," he gasped.
"Mmmmmm," Anne moaned through her nose. She popped her lips free and stood up. "Butter all gone. Need cum now." Anne stoked his cock slowly, squeezing at the same time.
"You're crazy."
"Fuck me, Mathew."
"Not now, for Christ sake!"
"We could do a quicky. Standing up in the hall while we listen to Jenny taking her shower."
"You really are crazy."
"Come on, fuck me. I dare you." Anne pulled up her dress and tilted her hips from side to side. Inside the skimpy, red panties she wore, her cuntlips made a wet sound. Her crotchband was dark with her fuck juices and a musky perfume filled the air.
"You're trying to get me in trouble."
Without commenting, Anne walked out of the kitchen, her dress still held high so that Mathew could see the full, firm cheeks of her young ass switching inside the clinging satin of her underpants. She wasn't surprised when he followed her out to the living room.
"This sofa certainly looks comfortable. I guess if nobody is going to help me out, I may as well do it myself."
Anne threw herself across the cushions, jerking the hem of her dress up and stretching her panty crotch to one side to expose her pink, swollen pussylips. She wet a finger in her mouth and rubbed it slowly across her hairy cunt crevice. Anne let her head fall back.
"Mmmmmm, it's not as good as your cock, but it's better than nothing."
Mathew stood there clenching and unclenching his fists. He'd tried to shove his cock back into-his pants, but his prick was forcing the zipper again. He looked miserable.
"God damn, you don't know how bad I want you, Anne. But if Jenny came down while we were-"
"She's still in the shower. How long do you think it would take for us to fuck anyway?"
Giving him a sultry look, Anne opened her knees wide. Her inner cunt flesh bloomed outwards to expose her dainty inner pussylips. They opened and a droplet of hot fuck juice trickled down. Mathew could stand no more.
"You beautiful little bitch," he groaned, falling to his knees on the rug. He jerked her panties down, leaving them dangling around one of her trim ankles. Anne gave a long, husky sigh as she felt Mathew's open mouth go deep between the lips of her pussy. His tongue stabbed and stroked. His chin nudged her as she rocked her hips wildly against the sucking pleasure this married man was giving her.
"Nhhhhaaaahhh," she babbled, grabbing Mathew's hair.
"Baby, you smell good and taste even better." He lapped at her hot, young cunt like a dog. Her fuck juice spilled out freely now and Anne felt her clit surging. She was so hot she couldn't stand it. She wanted cock! She wanted to be fucked before she came from Mathew's tonguing.
"Do it to me, Mathew! Ohhh, fuck me right now!"
Mathew stripped his slacks down around his knees and wiggled between Anne's open thighs. She hooked her heels against the small of his back and urged him forward with sexy, hunching movements. Her slender body enfolded him and she grunted with animal pleasure as his cocktip wedged between her outer cuntlips, then plunged deeper.
"Grrrrrrr," she growled, biting his ear. He kissed her mouth and she bit his lip. His hands held her bucking young body as he got more and more cock into her. Anne was in heaven. She whipped her ass from side to side, rubbing her satin-slick pussy against the cock knob that pulsed furiously inside her cunt.
"Good," Mathew whispered, "so good."
"Yeah, Mathew! Ohhhhh, on honey, I needed this fucking so bad."
Anne bucked forward and back, her narrow back hunching down against the sofa cushions, then arching away from them. The juicy, slippery sound of their fucking was lovely. There was a heavy, musky scent in the air. Anne opened her mouth when Mathew kissed her and their tongues fought playfully.
"Haaaaahhh, whhhuuuhh," Anne panted, feeling her excitement with every nerve. She slid her fingers down Mathew's back, her nails making red marks. She pulled at him, her knees spread as wide as she could get them. She turned her feet inwards, stroking the sides of Mathew's hips with her soles as he fucked wildly. He was going to come, but she was going to beat him!
"Now!" she gurgled, her face red from holding her breath.
Mathew's face was red too. He bucked hard, driving the full length of his cock into her pussy. His head pulsed, then exploded. Hot cum boiled out. Anne felt jizz filling her, making her even slicker. She held on for dear life as her clit seemed to become as hot as the flame of a blow torch.
"Whhuuh, whhhaaah, whhhooooo," she gasped, moving like she'd never moved before. The cum was thick and hot, and as Mathew pulled his prick out to stab deep again a stringy dribble ran down the crack of her ass.
"Get it, baby," Mathew panted. "Get it all!"
Anne kicked her feet high into the air and pedaled like she was going downhill on a bike. "Ohhhh, don't stop. I'm gonna come again!"
Mathew kept his prick fucking in and out, the swollen head raking pleasure from her sensitive pussy. Her cunt was so swollen she could feel everything. She clawed Mathew's back and wiggled like a fish on a hook. He moaned against her soft neck and spurted more hot fuck cream into her hole.
She was coming again. This climax wasn't as sharp and breathless as the first one. But it was good. It was a strong, throbbing ecstasy that made her tingle from the top of her nose right down to her toes. Anne grunted as she worked her ass around in circles, rubbing her stretched pussy against the hard cock that was still ramming her full of cum.
"Wow! Ohhh, wow!"
For a while, they lay panting in each others' arms. Anne could still hear the shower going upstairs and she was thankful that Jenny hadn't decided to cut it short. The fucking had been a quicky but oh, so good. She kissed the side of Mathew's face in thanks and whispered to him what a lovely cock he had.
"Too bad it won't stay hard forever," she giggled. "I could stand a little bit more of this."
"You're insatiable."
"No," Anne pouted, "I just like to fuck.
Don't you like to fuck?"
"You have a tricky way of making a guy sound stupid."
"I'm sorry. I know you like to fuck. You just proved that." Anne tightened her pussy around Mathew's wilting cock for emphasis.
"I wish you were my wife too."
"Glutton. Do you think you could satisfy Jenny and me too?"
"Jenny isn't hard to satisfy. Once a week and she seems perfectly happy. At times I think she just fucks that often to keep me happy."
Anne grinned. "But it doesn't keep you happy, does it?"
"Nope. I think I've just become addicted to you."
"I wouldn't mind." Anne tightened her cunthole again and felt a last droplet of cum ooze into her pussy. She reached down to cup Mathew's balls as he pulled out. She gazed at what was left of his hard-on. It really was a shame men were good for only one shot before recharging. Both of them jumped when the sound of the shower stopped.
"You'd better get the hell out of here," Mathew said, jerking up his pants. "This place smells like a whorehouse."
"Gee, thanks a lot!"
"You know I didn't mean it that way."
"Apology accepted. Just so long as you love my pussy."
"Honey, I'd crawl on my knees for a mile to have some of that." Mathew pulled her head forward with both hands and kissed her mouth until her lips tingled. Anne smiled when he let her go.
"Like you said, I think it's time for me to slip away."
"There's a wet place on this cushion," Mathew said, rubbing the place with his hand.
Anne pulled her panties up tight against her cummy cunt and smoothed down her dress. She watched Mathew fussing with the cushion for a moment, then shook her head and headed for the door.
"Damn," Mathew muttered, "if she sees this spot, my ass is grass."
"Just turn it over, dum-dum," Anne said. A droplet of cum was oozing down the inside of her leg. She scooped it up with a finger, sucked her knuckles clean and let herself out. Mathew didn't even see her go. He was still fooling with that damned cushion.
CHAPTER TEN
As always, a little fucking got Anne thinking about a lot of fucking. She invited her friend Betty over and in the privacy of Anne's bedroom, they talked about their never-ending shortage of good, stiff cock. Of course they began to get so hot and bothered they had to do something about their fantasies. Anne let Betty eat her out nice and slow and after three comes in a row, gave her friend as good as she'd got.
"It still isn't quite the same," Betty sighed after she'd had her fun.
"I know. You did me good, too. But there's just nothing like a good old-fashioned fucking. Only a man can take care of that."
"Or a boy," Betty said, her eyes opening wide as if she'd just discovered some universal truth.
"What do you mean by that?" Anne asked, slitting her eyes at her mischievous friend.
"Jimmy Lee. He delivers the paper."
"I know he delivers the paper," Anne said, "but he'd only a kid. Can he deliver what we want?"
"I'd say it's certainly worth a try."
Anne sighed and ran a finger along her swollen pussy slit. She was still juicy from Betty's licking and the thought of having Jimmy Lee wiggling between her thighs wasn't such a bad one at that. Except that wasn't always how things turned out when the chips were down. What if the poor kid panicked and ran? What if he spread the word that Betty and Anne had tried to do naughty things to him? Betty laughed at the suggestion of this possibility.
"Are you kidding?" she said. "What if you were his age arid starting to think about all that nice-looking pussy running around the streets but knew you were too young to do anything about it. So after your paper route you go home and beat your meat and think of-"
"Maybe he thinks of us!" Anne shrugged, seeing Betty's point. "I know he always likes to hang around when he misses the porch with the paper. I was out there once and I remember catching him ogling my legs."
"See what I told you?" Betty clapped her hands in glee. "He'll piss his pants getting them off. Of course we might have a bit of trouble teaching him which end of his little pecker to put in first, but I'll bet Jimmy'll be an eager learner."
Anne swung her long legs out of bed. "What the heck, let's give it a try. I can't go on being this horny, that's for sure."
* * *
The following morning, Betty came over to Anne's place early. Anne's folks had already left for work and though Jimmy Lee had delivered the morning edition an hour before, he always rode back along Anne's street. Betty was wearing a pair of skin-tight shorts and a halter top that could barely contain her big, plush tits. Anne had on a t-shirt that dangled past her firm ass. Underneath she wore nothing else at all. Her bare feet tickled on the rug as she went to look out the window for the tenth time.
"I can't wait," she breathed. "Imagine! A boy of our very own to play with."
"Don't get greedy, now," Betty warned. "We don't want to scare him away."
"Like you said, I think he'll like what we've got planned for him." Anne squealed and jumped up and down. "Here he comes now!"
When Jimmy drew near the house, Anne opened the screen and leaned out. She gave a whistle and waved him over. Jimmy looked worried. His tousled brown hair framed his freckled face and there was a torn place on his grimy t-shirt. He rubbed a dirty finger nervously against his nose as he leaned his bike against the porch and approached the front door.
"Did I get it in the rosebush again?" he asked, biting his bottom lip.
"No, honey. You hit the door right on the button. I was just inviting you in for a glass of coke or something. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Gosh, yes. Thanks." Jimmy came in the house, his eyes flicking down to take in Anne's long, lean legs. The drape of the t-shirt over her naked ass caught his attention, and Anne was careful to lead the way to the kitchen, letting her hips work rhythmically from side to side. By the time she had the coke out and was putting ice in a glass, Jimmy's was breathing hard and it wasn't from pumping his bike. Betty appeared from the basement her tits bouncing sexily inside her skimpy red halter.
"Hi, Jimmy, how you doing?"
"Fine, I g-g-guess." He took the coke and drank half of it down quickly while the girls watched him. Anne scratched her shin with a heel, letting the t-shirt ride up just enough so that Jimmy might glimpse a few stray pussy curls if he was alert. The boy was very alert.
"I'd like a coke too," Betty said. "But I'd like a little rum in mine."
"That sounds good," Anne said, winking to her friend. "How about you, Jimmy? Wouldn't some hard stuff sweeten that old coke up a bit?"
Wanting to seem grown up, Jimmy nodded. "Sure. I'll have some."
Anne brought back her dad's bottle and they passed it around. Betty giggled when she saw Jimmy's expression at the first taste of his doctored drink.
"How old are you, Jim?" Anne asked.
"Old enough." He said it with a straight face.
Anne knew damned well he was younger than them, but she let it pass. "I'm sure glad you came by. Betty and I were really in the mood for a party. You like to party, don't you?"
"Love to party." Jimmy nodded and it was plain he had no idea what they were talking about. Anne led him into the front room and Betty put on a slow record on the phonograph. Anne took Jimmy's drink and put it aside before slipping her arm around him.
"Let's dance."
The boy wasn't much for keeping the beat, but Anne didn't mind. She just kept her bare toes out of his way and pressed her firm tits against his chest. Jimmy was sweating up a storm now, but she liked his slightly funky smell. She knew she was getting to him. His little cock was pressing hard against the inside of his faded denims. She could feel his hard-on when she pushed her cunt forward. Her t-shirt had ridden up now, exposing her cunthair and ass. Betty sat sipping her drink and watching all this with amusement.
"You've got your hand too high on my back," Anne suggested. "Slide it down."
"Here?"
"Lower."
"This okay?" Jimmy asked, swallowing hard. "Lower, Jimmy." Anne sighed as the boy's damp palm pressed one cheek of her ass. He wasn't even dancing anymore, just swaying there, his eyes wide, his forehead sweaty. Anne pushed her mouth close to his ear. "You don't m mind a girl who doesn't wear panties, do you?"
"Course not. I like it fine."
"I like you fine, Jimmy. I think I'd like to kiss you." She kissed him before the kid could think. She held his head between her palms and turned her mouth to meet his at just the right angle. At first, Jimmy didn't respond. When the shock wore off, his lips parted so Anne could get her tongue through. She moaned softly, kissing him deeply until his cock was throbbing against her cunt. But his prick was trapped inside his jeans. She slipped a hand down and started undoing his belt.
"God," the boy panted, looking a bit wild-eyed.
"I know!" Betty chirped, jumping up out of her chair. "Let's all take a shower together. That's always a lot of fun."
"A shower?" Jimmy bit his lip again. Anne grabbed his hand.
"Sure, come on. I've already got your pants half off."
Once in the bathroom, Jimmy smiled and let the girls take off his t-shirt and jeans. His shorts were next and when Anne uncovered the boy's cock, she gave a little whistle and motioned for Betty to look.
"It's beautiful." Her red-headed friend knelt and cradled Jimmy's cock in her fingers.
Anne watched Jimmy's expression as Betty wet her lips and brushed them back and forth across the boy's tip. His cock was over six inches long. His prickshaft was much more slender than a mature man's prick would be, but Anne was excited by its graceful shape. She wished Betty would hurry up and finish so she could do something.
"This is really far out," Jimmy groaned, holding tight to Anne's shoulder as Betty's mouth became more intimate. With a sucking sound, the redhead pulled the head of the boy's cock into her mouth and began to roll her tongue around it.
"Jessssuss," Jimmy babbled. Anne leaned forward again to kiss him. The boy's tongue was ready to play this time and he hugged her as the kiss continued. Meanwhile, Betty was making a pig of herself.
Anne pulled at Jimmy's arm. "Come on, let's all get in the shower."
Betty popped her lips free. "Just when it was getting good." , "You got to save some for me."
Jimmy realized that what was happening wasn't a dream and began to really enjoy himself. When Anne soaped her palm and ran it up and down between the cheeks of his ass, he groaned and smiled broadly at her.
"Nobody has ever done that in my whole life."
"Then it's high time somebody did." Anne winked. "Want to do it to me?"
"Yeah!" Jimmy grabbed the soap, lathered his fingers and slid them down Anne's ass crack as she pressed her body against his belly.
"Mmmmmm, that's nice. But it would be even nicer if you put your finger all the way inside my ass."
"It would?" Jimmy asked.
Anne sucked at the boy's earlobe. "Do it, Jimmy. Please?"
The next ting she felt was Jimmy's thumb popping inside her muscled asshole. She shivered with excitement, her ass muscles closing down around his knuckle. He slid the thumb in and out and she cooed hotly.
"How about some of that for me?" Betty complained. She had a handful of cock and balls and was soaping them up. Jimmy's hot cockshaft stood up like a rocket about to be blasted to the moon.
"Wait your turn," Anne said, turning her ass to Jimmy's hard-on. "We're doing a little experiment."
"You want me to put this in there?" Jimmy asked, holding his cock as he continued to thumb her ass. Anne nodded and switched her hips back and forth. Jimmy pressed his soapy cock deeper into the cleavage between her ass cheeks. The touch of his pricktip against her asshole was lovely and Anne whimpered for him to thrust his cock in.
"Woweee!" she moaned as Jimmy gave her the full length of his prickshaft. Because his cock was so slender, his cock had gone in very, very deep. Anne squirmed excitedly, her head drooped forward from the unusual pleasure of being fucked in the ass. But Betty was anxious for fun too. She made Jimmy stop fucking Anne and pulled him against her tits. They kissed and she stroked his cock. Anne helped, getting his balls soapy, her fingers sliding sexily around his firm, taut balls.
"Time to get to a bed," Betty panted. "I want to do more than just scrub-a-dub with him."
Jimmy was still in a mild state of shock as both girls dried him off and then pulled him into the bedroom. He sprawled across the bed and one went to work on his cock while the other covered his face and mouth with kisses.
"He's got a beautiful prick," Anne sighed, running her fingers up and down his cockshaft as she lapped at his pricktip like it was a lollipop. Jimmy squirmed furiously, his ass doing a dance against the mattress.
"Oh, let's fuck him," Betty cried.
"Me first!" Anne breathed, rolling on top of the slender boy before her friend could protest. She wriggled around until her pussy was very close to the boy's rigid cock. Her thighs opened and she reached down to hold his prickshaft up.
"God, I never did this before," Jimmy gasped as Anne's satin-soft cunt folds melted around the swollen head of his cock. Anne giggled and pumped her trim ass up and down, wetting the boy's cock with her fuck juices. He swallowed hard and his eyes grew larger.
"How does that feel?" Anne asked, her voice husky with sex.
"It's the nicest th-th-thing I ever felt in my life," said Jimmy.
"You haven't felt anything yet." She smiled. Wiggling her hips from side to side, she pressed back. The boy's cock went into her pussy easily, her hot cunt flesh squeezing around his prick with tiny, shivering convulsions as Anne grew more excited.
"God, Anne," he moaned, "Oh, Jeez!"
"So you like it?"
"Yeah, I like it!"
Jimmy started fucking more violently now. He grabbed Anne's ass cheeks and fucked wildly, his movements giving her a ride that she hadn't expected. She licked his face and glanced over at Betty who was watching.
"You're making me horny," the redhead said. "Why don't you give me a chance?"
"I can't stop now," Anne answered. "He's starting to figure it all out."
And Jimmy was figuring it out. He rolled Anne over without warning, hugging her waist with one hand while he stroked her tits with the other. His slim body bucked and writhed and the friction against Anne's clit made her open her thighs wider. "Yeah, Jimmy! That's the way to do it!"
"Uhhhh, ohhhhhhh," the boy moaned. He fucked faster, his mouth slack when he kissed Anne. She tongued his lips and rubbed her tits up against his chest. Jimmy Lee knew only two speeds when it came to fucking. Stop and full speed ahead. Now he was going full speed ahead and nothing was going to turn him off. Anne knew his hot little prick was getting sensations he had never felt before. Her smooth insides were flooding with slick fuck juice and her fuck fever was up. She tightened herself, then whipped her ass from side to side. Jimmy arched and bucked even harder. "Damn... god... ohhhhhh, wow!"
"I'm gonna come!" Anne cried. It was Jimmy's hurried fucking that was rubbing her clit into a froth. It was like rabbit fucking and though Anne had been fucked by some experts, she didn't half mind getting fucked by an overanxious kid. "Oh, do I love to fuck!" She came with a sharp cry and her thigh muscles bulged out as she pulled her legs together. Jimmy's balls were hugged tightly between and she moved her ass in rhythmic circles, knowing that it was going to be only a matter of seconds before Jimmy spurted his cockcream inside her. But she was coming hard now and could think of nothing else.
"Let me at least have his stuff," Betty begged, kneeling close to where Anne was joined to the boy.
"Okay, but you'd better be quick. He's about to go."
"You mean come," Betty laughed, pushing at Jimmy to make him loosen himself from Anne's body. "I'll finish you off, Jimmy Lee. It'll be good, I promise."
Anne had to roll him off of her. The boy's slick cock glistened as his prickshaft jerked upwards against his belly. He was on his side, struggling unconsciously to bury his cock in something soft and wet and hot again.
Betty jumped forward and Anne watched her plush lips slide down over the head of Jimmy's cock. She sucked him furiously, her tongue moving forward and back along the underside of the boy's prickshaft until his back arched up away from the bed and he shivered like he'd been gaffed.
Anne watched Betty's pursed lips sliding up and down, saw her pink tongue flicking out to bath the dark tip of the young boy's prick. His cock was long and hard and jerked with a quick, urgent rhythm.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Jimmy cried, his face red with exertion. His cockhead was just as red but with a purplish hue from the trapped blood inside. Betty held his cock at the base with a thumb and forefinger, licking his prick delicately, just her tongue circling the streamlined cocktip that was so sensitive.
"You're gonna kill the poor kid," Anne sighed, still wiggling in the throes of her come.
Again, Betty pursed her lips and let them glide down over the boy's cock. Again Jimmy cried out and sounded as if he might be choking. Anne saw a stream of fuck cream flow suddenly from the corner of her girlfriend's mouth. Betty began to use her tongue again, lapping his plump cock lobes and then the ridged barb of Jimmy's prick as his cum spurted strongly against the roof of her mouth. Strings of the warm, slick fuck stuff oozed from Betty's chin. Her hand rose and fell as she helped his excitement by pumping his cock. The boy jerked and bucked and cried out as his cream continued to bubble out.
At last he fell limply against the mattress, his eyes closed, his chest heaving.
"Poor little guy." Betty smiled, licking her lips like a cat who'd sneaked a feast from the cream bottle.
"God, he sure had a lot of that stuff inside him, didn't he?" Anne had bent down to lap up a few droplets her red-headed friend had missed. "How long do you think it'll take him to get another hard-on?"
As it turned out, it didn't take Jimmy Lee more than about fifteen minutes. He was very willing to service Betty and, after sending her into gasping convulsions of joy, he offered himself to Anne.
"I didn't come that time," he whispered, "I wanted to do it inside you."
"How sweet," she whispered back, and she meant it. She gave the boy a slower, more gentle fucking this time. Her pert ass worked against the mattress as Jimmy rode between her slender thighs. His cock fucked in and out in such a nice way. Anne decided that it really didn't matter how big a guy was. Cocks were wonderful. It was nice they were all different.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, Anne, I'm starting to get itchy and-"
"Just go on and come, baby," she cooed, kissing his ear, her hips lurching as her pussy tightened down. She felt the tickle too. The feeling raced along her belly and down through her cunt slit. She worked with the same rhythm that Jimmy was thrusting with until she felt them blending into a final rush to ecstasy.
"Anne... "
"Yes! Ohhhhh!"
"I'm gonna."
"Me too, Jimmy."
"Any second... "
"Yes! Ohhhh, darling, do it harder! Faster!"
"God, Ohhhh god damn!"
"Uhhhhhhh."
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, shit that feels good."
Anne put her hand down to squeeze the base of Jimmy's cock. The rest of his prick was shoved deep inside her dripping pussy. Her cunt muscles had contracted to hold his cock in there as her satiny flesh caressed and sucked at the hot fuck sap that was already flowing in spurts along the length of his cockshaft.
"There!" she cried as the first creamy jet entered her. "Ohhhhh, yes, just put it right in there! Every last drop." And then, Anne came hard, her head thrown back, her lips peeled away from her teeth.
* * *
The following morning when Anne woke up, she was surprised to find that she wasn't thinking about fucking. Was she at last satisfied? By the time she was brushing her teeth, she felt the first tingle. By the time she'd washed up and found a fresh pair of panties, she was starting to think of cocks again.
"Oh, well," she sighed, "I didn't expect to be satisfied forever."
She pulled on a pair of running shorts, added a pullover and jogged barefoot out the front door. She headed immediately towards Tom Carver's house. She might be lucky and catch him at just the right time. The young man who opened the door was not Tom, but he looked wonderful. She knew at once it must be her neighbor's son, home from college.
"I'm Anne," she said, giving him a smile. He was looking at her bare feet. Slowly, his eyes came sweeping up her long legs, checked out her hips and waist, caressed her tits and stopped again at her face.
"How old are you?" he asked, biting his lip.
"Old enough," she chirped.
The young man sighed. "I was afraid of that."
"You certainly don't have much going in the way of manners," she frowned. "You haven't even told me your name and already you're giving me shit about my age."
"I'm Bruce," he said, blushing ever so slightly.
"Are your folks home, Bruce?" Anne asked politely.
"Nope."
"That's just fine. I think it's about time you learned a little something about teenage girls." Anne took the college boy by the hand and pulled him into the house behind her, kicking the door shut with her heel. By the time she was halfway up the stairs, she'd already skinned off her shorts and handed them to Bruce, who appeared to be in a state of shock. As she shut the door of his room behind them, she wadded her panties into his hand and enjoyed the expression that appeared suddenly on his face. Bruce had already learned more than he had during two years of college..
