The naked, teenaged girl lay on the bed. The young man stood over her. He was naked and she was naked. She looked at his long, meaty cock.
"It is so big," she said. "Could I touch it?"
And the young man just nodded. Of course, she could touch it, he thought. He wanted her to do more than just touch it too. He wanted her to suck it and fuck it.
The girl raised up on the bed and smiled. She reached out and took the meat in her hand. She started to stroke on that thing.
And then she pulled her face closer to the cock.
"May I suck it?" she asked.
"Of course," he said. "You have suck it and get it hard and then I will fuck you."
The girl opened her red lips and took that prick into her.
As she started to suck on that cock, she thought that there might be something wrong with doing this to this young man.
After all, he was her brother, her older brother.
But she knew that she loved the feeling of that cock pulsing in her mouth. She worked back and forth on the meat and she decided that it did not matter that he was her brother.
He was just the stud that she had been dreaming about for a long, long time.
CHAPTER ONE
"Debbie," Tim said with a grin as he put his arm around her, "you got a heart as big as Texas, and you got a cunt to match."
The thin, blonde girl giggled, and the other guy with him, Kevin, chuckled slightly.
"Yeah," Kevin said, "sometimes when I see little Debbie go by I just want to follow her down to the old fishing hole and give her a bit of my bait."
Debbie giggled again. She flashed her girlish grin at both Kevin and Tim.
"I want to take her up to my own special carnival," Tim said, "and let her go on all the rides for free."
Debbie felt warm as she sat there on the blanket in the woods between these two, sexy guys, and she thought that she was very lucky that she did not have to choose between them.
She was going to fuck them both that Saturday afternoon.
And she thought that, if she had had to choose just one of them, she would have been in a mess, because she did not know which one she liked best.
Debbie was seventeen, and in a few weeks she was going to be a high school senior.
It was summer now, late in July, and Debbie liked fucking especially in the summer. But she had never been able to choose between sexy guys. That was her problem. She had often thought that there was something in her seventeen year old soul that rebelled against making decisions like that.
That might be the reason that she had not yet decided what she would do when she got out of high school, what she would do with her life.
The only thing she really liked doing was leading cheers at sports events. She thought about that as she sat there, thought about the way that all of the fans looked to her and the other girls in order to get the spirit. That always made Debbie feel sort of powerful, and the truth was that she did not feel that kind of power or joy any other time-except for when she was fucking. That she could do with skill, and she thought that, in a way, fucking was a lot like leading cheers. There was a lot of tossing around and yelping and the idea of fucking, Debbie had always thought, was to cheer the guy on so that he would drive into a girl's pussy with even more skill and lust.
"Hey, Debbie," one of the young men with her said, "penny for your thoughts."
And she came out of her concentration and turned and beamed first at Kevin and then at Tim. She spoke to them both as she fell back on the blanket and lay there.
"I was thinking about cheerleading," she said, and then she giggled with a little bit of embarrassment because she sensed that a girl should not be thinking of something like that when she was with two sexy studs in the woods, preparing to fuck them.
But the thought kept coming back to her. She was glad that she had not had to choose between them that afternoon. She wanted to be a cheering fan for both Kevin and Tim.
Tim was a small, tanned, wiry guy with dark hair that was cut in a boyish style. There was something about Tim that always made girls think that he was a cute, little boy-until he took his pants off. That prick was a huge pole of flesh and belonged to a real man. Any experienced girl could tell that. Debbie had fucked him before. He was going to be a senior too.
Kevin was a drop-out. Debbie knew that he was a lot older than she was, maybe twenty or twenty-one. He had a hard, muscled body and he wore his long brown hair in a ponytail.
He just hung around town a lot. Debbie had fucked him before too, and she knew that he had a strong, big prick.
But that afternoon she had run into both Tim and Kevin at a little cafe downtown and she had started to talk to them. She had not even known that they were friends, but they seemed very friendly and happy that afternoon. Kevin was the one who suggested that they all go out to the woods, and Debbie knew what that meant. She looked at both Tim and Kevin and she grinned and nodded her head, thinking even then that she was glad that she had not had to choose between them.
So here they were-in the woods on a Saturday afternoon. It was hot, but Debbie was distracted by all the thoughts that seemed to come swinging back and forth through her mind. And they all still had their clothes on.
Tim looked at Kevin. He somehow understood that that young man would be in charge of things that afternoon, and he wanted Kevin to get this fucking show on the road.
Kevin grinned at his young, boyish friend. He already had a nice, silly plan worked out. Kevin understood teenaged girls like Debbie and he knew that they liked to be silly before they started to feel really sexy.
"Hey," he said with a grin, "I think that we should all sit here and meditate."
Tim just looked at him, not understanding what his friend was up to. He knew that Kevin was something like a hippie, but he also knew that he had not come out here to meditate. He wanted to fuck Debbie. The teenaged stud thought that that would have to be better than any meditation in the woods.
And Debbie just looked at Kevin too. She also did not understand what he was getting at.
"Meditate?" she asked in a slight whimper. "I thought-"
But Kevin put his hand over her little mouth and stopped her from saying anything.
Then the young man with the ponytail smiled and said, "I think that it would be nice to commune with nature out here. We have all this green in the grass and blue in the sky. We have everything that we could ever want. I think that we should experience it by meditating, and the best way to meditate is to get naked."
Then Tim grinned. He knew then that Kevin had not forgotten that they had come out there to fuck that girl. And Debbie grinned too as Kevin took his hand off her mouth.
Naked, she thought. Yes, it would be nice to meditate naked with these two studs."
And, under that summer, afternoon sun, the three young people started to strip with glee.
That was really nothing special. Debbie had seen both of those young men naked before.
Still, when she was kneeling there between them, she could not help but look down on their pricks. And she was surprised to discover that Tim's cock was a little bigger than Kevin's.
The pricks were still at half-mast there, but she could tell that Tim would be a little longer when he was really hard. She grinned at Tim and she winked. The dark-haired stud knew why she had done that, and he blushed a little bit and grinned sheepishly.
Then the two teenagers turned to Kevin, and Debbie was the one who asked the question.
"How do we meditate, Kevin?"
The young man with the ponytail tilted his head to one side.
"You mean that the two of you have never meditated before, have never communed with nature?" he asked.
"No," Debbie said softly.
But she tried to think about it and decide if she had meditated without really knowing about it. No, she thought, the only time when she had ever communed with nature was when she had been fucking or Leading a cheer, and she did not think that either of those things would be a lot like meditation.
"Well," Kevin said with a grin, "we start by kneeling in a straight line. Debbie, you stay here in the middle."
And then Kevin moved close to her, so close that Debbie could feel his muscled bicep against her own arm. Tim moved close on the other side. His arm touched her and his thigh touched her too. Tim's tanned flesh seemed very cool, the girl thought.
And she liked being trapped here between these two studs. She liked the way that she could almost feel them breathing. Soon, it seemed, they were all breathing with the same rhythm, and that was very nice.
"Okay," Kevin said to the two naked youngsters, "now close your eyes and breathed slowly and try to think of nothing-nothing at all."
Debbie closed her eyes and tried to think of nothing, but that was difficult to do.
Whenever the naked girl thought that she had her mind completely blank, she would have a vision. She would imagine how good it would feel to fuck both of these guys who knelt so close to her there on that blanket. She breathed with them and she seemed to smell them. They both had a sexy male aroma that mixed well with the smell of the trees and the dark soil and the other things that were out there in nature.
And they were both pressing in close to her. Then, with her eyes still closed, she heard Kevin speak softly.
"Debbie," he said, "it would help you to meditate if you took our cocks in your hands."
The blonde was not certain that that was true, but she yearned to move her hands over those pricks. She kept her eyes closed and leaned forward slightly. Then it felt as if Tim and Kevin were both pressing in on either side of her, holding her up as she knelt there. The girl stretched out her hands and sought out the pricks in the darkness.
She moved her fingers over the flesh of the young men's stomachs, felt the hair, and then she grasped both of the cocks-one in each girlish hand.
And she sighed. Yes, she thought, that did help her to meditate. And she was suddenly proud of herself because she had found both of those cocks in the darkness, had not opened her eyes for either of these young men.
She felt proud about that as she had often felt proud when the team had scored a touchdown just when she was cheering. Debbie always thought that she played a special part in touchdowns like that.
Debbie tugged on both of those cocks gently, feeling them grow in her fists. It still seemed that Tim's dork was bigger than Kevin's, but Kevin's prick had that sexy, upward tilt to it. She remembered the other times that she had fucked that young man with the ponytail. She had always loved that upward thrust that his prick had. The thing just seemed to be made for battering a girl's pussy in so many ways that it would drive her insane.
"Okay, Debbie," she heard Kevin's voice say as if it were coming to her through a fog. "Okay, Debbie. Open your eyes."
When the girl opened her eyes, she blinked as the light hit her pupils. Then she turned to Kevin on one side of her and grinned at him. She turned back to Tim on the other side and grinned too. She saw the perspiration that was pouring off Tim's tanned brow, and she heard the young stud gasp.
She looked down and she saw that both of the cocks were very hard in her hands.
And then she turned back to the young man in the ponytail and said, "I sure do like this meditating, Kevin. But it feels an awful lot like sex, you know."
The young man in the ponytail exploded with laughter and moved his hand over her arm gently. He pushed her hand away from his cock and, when he did that, she took her hand off Tim's cock too. It just seemed to be the natural thing to do. If she was not stroking Kevin, she thought, she should not be stroking Tim either.
When she let go of Tim's rod, the tanned, young stud fell back on the blanket. She turned and looked at him and she wondered why he was acting so strangely. He had not gotten that weak with excitement the other times that she had fucked him-just him.
In fact, it had always seemed to Debbie had Tim had fabulous control over his own sexual yearnings. He could fuck for the longest time without coming at all.
But now he was lying there on the blanket and he opened his eyes and he looked up at the girl with a sad expression. Sad!
"He was right," Tim muttered.
"Who? Who was right?" Debbie asked.
Tim pointed at Kevin and, when he did that, the naked, muscled stud in the ponytail started to laugh with a loud and raucous sound.
Debbie looked at him and she suddenly wondered if he was playing some kind of joke on both her and Tim. She wanted to know what was going on here. But Kevin was too busy laughing to tell her. Instead, Tim told her.
"He said this afternoon when you came into that cafe that you were nothing but a cheerleading whore and that you would do anything that he wanted you to do. He said that you were stupid, mindless. A mindless little cunt. That is what he said you were. And he was right. God, he was right, Debbie. That is exactly what you are."
Debbie looked at Kevin and felt the anger boiling in her throat.
She did not like to be thought of as a mindless, little cunt. She liked to fuck, yes, but she had a mind. She had a really good mind. She just got confused when she had to make decisions, but, after all, she was only seventeen.
"You bastard," she hissed at Kevin.
And she thought for a minute of getting up and putting on her clothes and walking out of those woods. She did not want to stay there with that pony tailed renegade.
She looked down at Tim. She did not want him to stay here either.
"Come on, Tim," she said. "We are going back to town."
"Like hell you are," Kevin suddenly snarled, and then he pushed her.
The naked girl fell back onto the blanket and Kevin moved quickly, straddling her throat and jabbing his stiff prick into her young face.
"Suck it, you mindless, little cunt," the man with the ponytail said. "Suck that cock, you little cheerleading whore."
And then Kevin reached behind him and grabbed one of the girl's pink nipples. He twisted it.
And Debbie yelped in pain and closed her eyes for just a second.
She heard herself call out to her young friend, the young man that she had let down with her whorish ways.
"Tim! Tim! Help me!"
But that pain-that sharp pain-continued in her nipple.
And Kevin slapped her face with his hard and stiffening cock.
And the young man with the ponytail put a lot of pressure on her throat and made the girl gasp with something akin to terror in her heart.
And Tim did not help her at all. When she opened her eyes and turned her head, she saw the dark-haired teenager standing up, moving up slowly. He seemed to be crying as he did that.
"I really liked you, Debbie," he muttered. "I really thought that you were someone special. But Kevin was right. You are nothing but a mindless cunt. You are not special at all."
As he talked, he seemed to choke out the words, and Debbie felt very sorry for him.
And she felt very sorry for herself too. She knew that she was the prisoner of that pony-tailed stud. And there was nothing that she could do about it but submit.
She raised her head up and grabbed Kevin's pole of male flesh.
It had that upward curve to it, but she forced it down with her hand and she opened her little mouth and let the thing slip into her. When it was in her mouth, that upward curve took over again and Debbie thought that it was going to rip the roof of her mouth right off.
But she started to suck on it as the tears filled her blue eyes.
She sucked and she felt guilty, for she had let Tim down.
As she felt that cock move back and forth in her mouth, she thought that Kevin might be right. She had never thought of herself in that way before, but she just might be a mindless, little cunt after all.
And Kevin was battering her mouth with his prick. He leaned forward and put his hands on the ground and he slammed that pole deep into Debbie.
The girl whimpered as he did that, felt as if that cock were tearing her mouth open.
But, more and more, she thought that she might just deserve this kind of treatment.
And then she felt hands on her thighs, pushing them out, spreading her legs. She knew that Tim was down there. It had to be Tim. She whimpered a little, but she could not cry out, could not even say anything with that stiff, twisted prick in her mouth.
But she heard the younger, dark-haired stud snarl at her.
"Worthless pussy," he said. "I really thought that you were something special, Debbie."
And the blonde girl felt the tears come to her eyes as that other cock, that longer and bigger prick, slammed deep into her pussy. She was not even wet down there, and it hurt her to be fucked dry.
But the girl knew in her heart that Tim was not worrying about her pain.
He was angry with her and he was fucking her with that angry pole.
He was slamming in and out of her, battering her pussy as Kevin was battering her mouth.
And then Kevin pulled the prick out of her mouth, slipped it out of her and leaned back on her tits. That pressure on her little, cheerleading breasts made it difficult for Debbie to breathe.
She gasped and she looked up through her tears and saw Kevin pulling on his dork.
"I am going to come all over your face, you mindless cunt," he growled at her.
And then it hit her, the hot globs of foul cream.
That stuff landed on Debbie's face and on her mouth. She closed her eyes so that she would not be blinded by that stuff. But she was already nearly blinded by her tears and by her sick guilt.
Her head throbbed and it felt as if that guy with the ponytail was going to come forever.
More and more hot stuff splattered onto her face. She winced.
And she kept feeling that banging in her cunt, the battering that Tim was giving her.
The blonde finally opened her eyes when she felt the man move off her body. She looked up and, through her tears, she saw Tim fucking her. She looked up then and saw Kevin standing over her.
And Kevin reached down and grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her up.
"Get up there close to him," he snarled. "Put your arms around that kid and ride him like crazy."
Debbie reached out for Tim as Kevin yanked at her hair.
She seemed to be almost beckoning him, begging him to take her. But she would not have been surprised if Tim had refused to touch her, had pulled out of her pussy and moved away from her as one would move away from a diseased person.
But Tim did not move away. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He put his face against her tits as her legs tightened around him.
He started to bounce her on his cock, and she could feel his hot tears in her tits.
Debbie knew that those tears were filled with rage at her.
And she tilted her face up and looked at the blue sky. She still had that come on her face, and the sun seemed to bake that manly scum into her flesh.
And she moaned as Tim's long and hard prick went into her again and again.
She suspected that Tim would never fuck her again, not after this afternoon, not after he had found out just what a mindless, little cunt she was.
She wanted to make this fucking good for both of them. She wanted to make Tim really enjoy her and she wanted to enjoy him. But she could not enjoy anything at that moment.
And Debbie wondered if she would ever be able to enjoy fucking again.
Perhaps, she thought in her feverish brain, perhaps only the cheerleading would bring her joy from now on.
And Tim slammed his prick into her again and again and moaned and cried on her little tits.
After Tim was finished with her, after he had come, he lifted her off his cock and he looked down at her as she fell back onto the blanket. She looked up at him too and she thought that he was going to say something to her, that he was going to tell her just how much she disgusted him now. But he did not say anything to her at all. He just turned to Kevin and he growled, "Let's leave her here. Let's get the fuck out these fucking woods."
And she did not protest. She lay there on the blanket and watched the two studs dress.
She wanted to be alone there in the woods. She wanted to have some time to figure out what she really was. It seemed to her that she had been avoiding decisions all her life, but now a decision had been forced on her. She would have to lie there and decide that she was just a mindless, little cunt, that Kevin was right after all.
She lay there and listened to the car pull out of the woods. She lay there and let the sun bake that come deep into her flesh, so that it would never leave her.
Never.
CHAPTER TWO
Terri was very excited when she came back to her house that Saturday afternoon. She was looking forward to the party that she was going to have that night. She was a high school cheerleader too and she had invited all of her cheerleading friends to come over late that night for a little pajama party. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and she thought that she and her girlfriends would have that house all to themselves, to sit around and talk about silly things and giggle and exchange stories about boys.
That last part was what Terri really wanted to do. She wanted to hear her friends tell stories about boys and sex. Terri wanted to figure out what she was doing wrong.
She was a pretty girl, with big tits and a curvy body. She had dark hair and wide, dark eyes and thick, red lips. She looked sexy and she knew it. And she had fucked a couple of boys. But the fucking had not been like she thought it was supposed to be, and she thought that it might be her fault. She had never really enjoyed it the way that she should.
That was one reason that she wanted to listen to her girlfriends talk about what they enjoyed. She would give them wine to drink from her father's stock and she would try to figure out what they were doing that she was not doing. She wanted to be hot like many of her cheerleading friends were hot. She wanted to really enjoy her time with boys.
Terri walked into the house and started to pick up some stuff around the living room.
She was alone in the house that afternoon-or, at-least, she thought that she was alone.
So she gasped when she saw that woman standing there in the hallway. She almost screamed in fact.
But then she recognized the woman. It was Nina, her aunt, her young aunt.
Terri had not seen that woman for many years, but she remembered her. She also remembered that, a few years before, her mother, Nina's sister, had stopped talking about her.
Nina was in her twenties. She had brown hair and big tits and dimples. But she was tough.
Terri thought that she had always considered the woman very tough, even before her mother had stopped talking about her. Now, when she studied Nina there, she thought that the woman looked even tougher. She was wearing jeans and an old blue shirt. She was standing there, leaning against the door frame with her hands in her pockets.
"Hi, Kid," she said. "Where's your mother?"
"Aunt Nina," Terri said, "what are you doing here?"
And the woman smiled.
"Say, Kid, didn't expect that you would remember me. I didn't recognize you for a minute. You have done a lot of growing in the last five years or so."
The woman talked out of the side of her mouth, like a tough guy in a movie.
But she moved into the room and looked at her niece.
"Yeah," she said with a sneer, "you have turned into a fine piece of woman."
Terri felt strange when her aunt looked at her that way. It seemed that Nina was looking at Terri as some of the old men had often looked at her when she had walked around downtown.
Terri looked down at her own body. She was wearing cut-offs and a T-shirt. She was not wearing a bra under that T-shirt. She felt suddenly naked there in front of her aunt.
"Mother and father are away for the weekend," she muttered, finally answering the woman's question. "I don't think they expected you here this weekend."
And the woman laughed with a snarling sound deep in her throat.
"Yeah," she said, "don't guess they did."
Then Terri looked up at her and her eyes grew wide as she thought about something.
"How did you get in, Aunt Nina. The front door was locked."
"Terri," the woman said, "I am used to getting in where I ain't wanted."
"What?"
"I take it that my darling sister and brother-in-law never told you where I have been for the past couple of years," the woman said with that sneer again.
"No," the girl muttered. "They did not tell me anything."
Nina moved through the room and sat down on tfte couch. She stretched her legs out in front of her. Terri just looked at her aunt for a little while and she thought that, for all of her toughness, Nina was really a very sexy lady.
"Been in prison, Terri-pie," the woman said. "I have been in the old slammer."
"What?" the girl yelped. "Prison?"
"They got me for hooking and for grand theft auto too," she said.
And then she laughed again, but Terri did not see what was so funny.
Nina looked at her niece and smiled. "But I busted out yesterday," the woman said.
"Busted out?"
Nina snarled out of the side of her mouth again. "Yeah, you know. I broke out of the big house, the slammer, the joint. You know."
Terri did not know whether to believe her aunt or not.
It seemed to the girl that the woman was talking too tough. She sounded like some gangster in an old movie. It all might be a joke.
But Terri looked into the woman's eyes and she knew that it was no joke.
Then it suddenly came clear to her. She understood now why her father and her mother had not talked about this young woman for years. They had been ashamed of her because she had been sent to prison for her crimes.
And Terri wondered if she should be ashamed of the woman too. She did not know if she should be ashamed or frightened.
Nina pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her shirt pocket. She lit one with a match and then she dropped that match on the floor. Terri moved to pick it up. Then she reached over to a little end table and picked up an ashtray and handed it to her aunt.
"Here," she said.
But the woman just sneered and flicked some ashes onto the carpeted floor.
"When is my darling sister going to come back?" she asked.
"Uh-Tomorrow," Terri muttered. "Mother and Father will be back tomorrow night. They went to-"
"I don't give a fucking shit where they went," the female escapee snarled.
And Terri was silent. She was frightened now. She felt trapped in her own house, trapped with her own aunt.
And she could not help but notice the way that Nina was still looking at her, licking her lips from time to time as if she thought that the teenager was some kind of dessert.
"Good," the woman finally said softly, with that sneer on her lips. "Good. That means that we will have all of today and tomorrow to get re-acquainted, Terri."
"But I am having a party tonight," the girl gasped. "I am having some of my friends over and-"
She suddenly fell silent, looking into her aunt's eyes. Those eyes seemed to be so filled with bitterness and hatred, she thought. Those eyes were fiery.
"I would like to meet some of your little friends," the woman said.
Then Nina took another drag on the cigarette. She smiled at her niece.
"You fucking yet?" she asked.
And the girl stumbled back. Her mouth was dry with the terror that coursed through her veins. She could not believe that her aunt had asked her a question like that.
She knew that her mother and her father would have never asked her anything like that.
Yet, Terri also suspected that she should not lie to her aunt. There was something about that woman's style that told her that Aunt Nina would not stand for lying from a teenaged girl.
"Yes," she muttered, "I am."
"You like it, Kid?"
The girl did not say anything for a few seconds.
Then she shook her head.
"Not as much as I think I should, Aunt Nina," she said.
"Yeah," the woman snarled. "I think that I felt the same way when I was your age. I expected to be drilled by a jack-hammer. I thought that I would see stars and hear things going off in my body. Nothing like that happened and I felt a little let-down about it. But your mother. Well, she never knew anything really. She just accepted it as some kind of duty that she would perform with her loving husband. She never expected nothing special from him and from nobody."
The girl looked at her aunt. Strange, she thought, but she had never considered her mother to be in any way at all a sexual being.
"Your mother was a real drip," Nina snarled. "She never let me in on any secrets. She was already grown when I was going through all that shit, trying to figure things out. But she never gave me no advice.
Terri suddenly thought about something; her mother had never given her any advice either. The teenager looked at her outlaw aunt and she thought that she and Nina really did have a lot in common. And that caused her to wonder if she was going to end up in prison too.
"You were really in prison?" the teenager muttered.
"Yeah," the woman said, puffing on that cigarette. "Sure was, sweet thing. But I got out of there. Rode out in the back of a laundry truck. And I am not going back, sweet thing. I would rather die than go back there. You know, honey, go out in a blaze of bullets. Right?"
Again, Terri thought that her aunt sounded like some bad, old gangster movie.
But Terri also suspected that her aunt meant it. Nina would rather die than go back to prison.
"Fix me a drink," the woman snarled at her niece as she pointed at the bar.
"What would you like?" Terri asked, turning to do as the woman told her. "Wine?"
"Wine!"
That word came out in a little yelp and then Nina laughed out loud.
Terri felt ashamed, as if she had just shown herself up as nothing but a kid.
When Nina stopped laughing, she snarled at her niece.
"Wine, shit. Get me some scotch on the rocks. Or gin. Something like that. Something with a kick in it."
It seemed to Terri that her aunt had put a little extra emphasis on the word, kick.
And Terri walked behind the bar and started to fix her outlaw aunt a drink.
Nina dropped the cigarette on the floor and ground it into the carpet with her foot.
Terri looked at that, smelled the burning carpet. She knew that her parents were going to be angry when they got home and found something like that. But she also felt strangely proud of her aunt, and she wished that she had had the courage to do something like that in the house.
Then Nina started to talk and the teenager discovered that there was more sickness to this woman than courage. She shivered as Nina started to talk about suicide.
"I used to think when I was a teenager like you that I would just put a gun in my mouth and pull the trigger and get it over with. That made sense to me. Only thing I knew for sure was that I did not want them to open the casket at my funeral. Didn't want a bunch of small-town smarties like my sister staring down at me when I could not spit in their faces. I knew that I didn't want that for sure."
Terri poured some scotch over some ice and stood there and stared at the woman.
And Nina continued in her little speech with a snarling sound.
"That's the reason I wanted to put the gun in my mouth and splatter my brains against the wall. Figured that they could not open the casket then. That was the fucking way that I wanted it. But I never did it. Never got around to it, I guess. Just got into trouble and more trouble while my darling sister and my wonderful parents tried to disown me. You know, your mother has not even written me in years."
And there was a hint of sadness in her aunt's voice when she said that, Terri thought.
Terri figured that the woman had a right to be sad if her own sister did not write her.
Terri carried the drink back to her aunt and handed it to the woman. Nina took the drink and, again, she started to look at Terri in that sexy way, that way that seemed to make the girl's clothes burn right off her flesh.
"Yeah," she said, "you sure have turned into one sexy, little gal. You know, in prison we had a way of keeping each other company."
"What?" the girl asked softly. She did not know what her aunt was talking about.
But Nina just smiled in a sinister way and then she sipped on her drink.
"Nothing, Kid," she said. "Nothing."
She took another sip of her drink and then she patted the sofa and smiled at her niece.
"Sit down, sweet drawers. Let's talk a bit."
Terri did not know if she really wanted to sit down next to her aunt. But she did. As she moved onto that couch, the teenager kept thinking of that hint of sadness that she had heard in the woman's voice. She kept thinking of the way that this woman had obviously been hurt by the family. And Terri was confused. She wondered if she hated this woman or feared her or admired her.
She suspected that she had a little of all three emotions in her head at that moment.
Nina just looked at her for a second. Then she smiled and asked, "What is it that you don't like about fucking, Terri? You can tell me. What is it that bothers you?"
And Terri felt suddenly close to her aunt. It seemed that no one had ever taken an interest in her sex life this way before. The girl looked at her aunt and she tried to put her sexual misgivings into words.
"Well," she said, "it is just that-well, it is not like I thought it was going to be. It is nothing really that special. I kept thinking that it is suppose to be something really wonderful, but the couple of guys that I have had just stick it in and root around for a little while and then they groan and they are finished, and I end up not feeling much at all. It is not like the porn books. I know."
And Nina grinned. "Porn books? What do you know about those things, sweet drawers?"
Terri blushed. But she grinned too. She knew that she could reveal anything to this woman.
She knew that Nina might make fun of her, but she would not judge her and call her wicked.
"I have read a couple of them," the girl said. "One of the girls on the cheerleading squad had a couple of books that she had stolen from her big brother and she passed them around to all of us. I read them and I thought that they would tell me something. I remember that one of them was called Over Daddy's Knee and the other one was-"
She paused for a second and put her finger to her lips, trying to remember the title.
Then it came to her and she smiled.
"Yeah," she said. "Incest. The Family Secret. That was the title of the book. The Family Secret. That was pretty hot, I thought. There is this scene where this girl fucks her stud brother. I thought then that sex was like that. I mean that girl was feeling every move that he made. But then I started fucking around with those guys, and it seemed that I did not feel hardly anything."
"Yeah," the woman said, grinning. "I know what you mean. Those fucking porn writers aren't really that realistic. Guess they can't be. I mean, guys do not come and bounce their shots off walls of anything like that, not in real life."
The teenager giggled when her aunt said that. It was very funny and dirty too.
Terri did not really understand what was happening to her at that moment, but she seemed to feel very much at home with her aunt, as if she could be honest with this woman when she could not be honest with anyone else. She yearned to know the truth about sex. She suddenly thought that her aunt was just the woman to ask. She leaned in close and she asked the question.
"Aunt Nina, does it get any better? I mean, do you really ever feel that much?"
"You mean with fucking, sweet drawers?" the aunt asked.
The dark-haired teenager nodded her head. "Yeah," she said, "with fucking."
The woman sighed, as if she were reliving some fond experience in her memory.
"Yeah," Nina said. "Sometimes it is better, if you get a really good man who can treat a woman right, be tough with her when she wants it and be sweet and gentle with her too. But the truth is, Baby, those guys are hard to find these days."
"I imagine they are," the girl said. "I know that I have never really found one."
"Well, keep looking, honey," the aunt said, reaching out and putting her hand on Terri's bare thigh.
And the teenager thought that that touch was nice, that touch seemed to give her some special kind of close feeling with this woman.
Terri spoke softly to her aunt.
"I am sorry that mother never wrote you," she said. "She did not tell me where you were and I guess that I was sort of afraid to ask. I would have written you, Aunt Nina."
"Hey, Kid," the woman said. "I am only twenty-nine years old. Just call me Nina. Okay? It makes me feel sort of old to have a young woman like you call me aunt."
A young woman?
Terri smiled when she thought of that phrase. She had never considered herself a young woman before.
But she looked down at her tits, those big tits in the T-shirt, and she guessed that she really was a young woman now. She was certainly not a girl any longer. Even though she had not found the right kind of guy, she thought, she had fucked. And wasn't that some kind of sign of maturity?
But then Terri was suddenly worried. She put her fears into words for her aunt.
"Nina," she said, "what if I never find the kind of guy who really knows how to treat a woman? Does that mean that I am just going to go through life without ever feeling anything special?"
The aunt smiled at her niece. "Well," she said, "there are other things that a girl can do to please herself, little cookie."
"You mean, play with herself, Aunt Nina?" the girl said.
Then Terri caught herself and felt vaguely embarrassed.
"I mean, Nina," she said with a sheepish smile.
And the aunt smiled back and held her hand down on that thigh.
"Nina," the girl said, "I have fingered my pussy until it is raw. I have fingered myself and acted like it was one of those guys who was really good down there in me, but it is not the same. It is okay. But I want more than that, Nina. You can understand that, can't you. You wanted more than that too."
"Yeah," the aunt said. "I sure did." Then she winked at the girl.
"Course," she said, "there are things that girls can do together."
"Huh?"
Terri's voice was soft but not surprised. Nina knew that the girl was just confused and a little interested in learning things. The aunt smiled again. This sexy, little thing, she thought, was going to fall right into her trap.
"Like I said, when I was in prison with all those other women, we did things to keep each other company. Was there anything in those porn books about girls with other girls?"
Terri nodded her head. She remembered those chapters, but she had not really read them in any detail. She had been looking for answers, and she had thought then that she would not be able to find any answers in those sections.
But the girl thought now that, perhaps, she had been wrong when she was so young and inexperienced. She looked at her aunt and it seemed to come to her, to dawn on her just what her aunt was suggesting.
"But will that make a girl a dyke?" Terri asked.
"No. A girl just gets her pleasure where she can, and the fact is that more women know how to handle other women than men do."
"Yeah," the girl said softly. It seemed to make sense to her after all.
She was terribly sorry that she had not read those chapters in any detail.
And it did not surprise Terri that much when her aunt moved her hand up the girl's thigh.
When Nina cupped her palm over the crotch of those cut-offs, Terri did not pull away. She just looked into her aunt's eyes and wondered what had happened to the bitterness that had been in those eyes just a few minutes before.
And she sighed as Nina moved her hand over that crotch. She felt a heat down there.
Terri murmured to Nina.
"It is not like when I play with myself, because I don't have any control over you. I can't tell what you are going to do next, Nina."
But, even as she said that, she suspected what the woman was going to do next.
And she seemed to melt inside as Nina moved her face to Terri's. They kissed softly.
The girl's lips were cool and soft and red and felt good when she kissed them, Nina thought.
Then the aunt moved her arms around her niece and held her close and Terri opened her mouth to Nina's tongue as Nina moved her hand over one of those firm, young, big titties.
Nina's tongue was wild inside Terri's mouth. The girl whimpered and moaned a little bit.
Nina's fingers caressed the girl's flesh and then thrilled her even more as they traveled down Terri's body. Those fingers went under the T-shirt. When the teenager felt that first sparkling emotion of those fingers against her bare flesh, she shivered in her aunt's arms.
And she put her arms around her aunt's neck and held her close.
Nina continued to probe that mouth with her tongue as she moved her hand up Terri's body.
The aunt pushed the girl's T-shirt up and uncovered that breast.
When Terri felt that cool air against her tit, she whimpered a little and seemed to dissolve in her aunt's arms. When Nina's hand moved over that big, young tit and when the fingers started to trace the pink circle of that nipple, the girl sighed even more.
By then, the kiss was over. The two females were just holding each other there on that couch.
And Terri could moan out the words to her sexy, outlaw aunt.
"I like this. Already, it has given me more than the guys gave me, Nina."
Nina smiled down on the girl. Terri noticed that her aunt was not sneering any more.
"Sweet thing," she said, "I am not even really started with you yet."
And then the aunt pushed her niece back on the couch. Terri went back easily. She wanted her aunt to do everything with her that one woman could do with another.
And she whimpered as Nina brought her face down to that bumpy, pink, young nipple.
She sighed when she felt her aunt's breath on her pinkness.
And she reached up and ran her fingers through the woman's hair.
And then Nina stuck out her tongue and moved it around the pinkness slowly. That made Terri squirm with delight, and her love canal, her pussy, was throbbing and filling with juices too.
Nina licked on that nipple, struck at it. Terri felt as if the nipple were a target and Nina's tongue was a knife, a sharp blade that was going right to her girlish soul, her sweet and young and yummy cunt. The teenager sighed with delight and then she groaned a little when Nina put her mouth over the girl's nipple and started to suck on it.
That was better, Terri thought. That was so much better than anything any of the guys had done. Oh, one of those guys had sucked on her nipple. In fact, Bob, that guy, had liked sucking on it so much that Terri had started to think of him as her little tit-baby. But he had never worked on the nipple this way. He had never give this girl so much gooey pleasure in her cunt with his sucking.
Nina tugged on that nipple with her lips, pulling on it and stretching it, it seemed.
And Terri twisted on that couch and whimpered to her aunt.
"That feels good. Do more, Nina. Do anything that you want to do."
When the girl said that, the aunt used her teeth on that bumpy pinkness, bit into it with a sharp and slight motion. The girl yelped and jumped a little when Nina did that.
But that little bit of sexy pain seemed to make her pussy flood with even more juices, Terri thought.
That surprised her. That was something that she had thought would never happen to her.
Yet it was happening to Terri, and the teenager knew already that she loved it.
When Nina took her mouth off that nipple, Terri felt a sense of loss invade her. She looked up at her aunt and hoped that that was not going to be all that she would do.
But, when she saw her aunt unbuttoning that blue shirt, when she saw Nina spread that shirt open and expose her own huge breasts, the girl sighed and knew that Nina had just started with her.
And she knew that the delight had just started too.
"Get your clothes off, sweet drawers," the female outlaw said, standing up and pulling off her shirt. "We are going to do this right. We are going to do this naked."
"Yes," the girl muttered. "Right and naked."
And Terri moved off the couch too. She pulled her T-shirt off and felt proud, baring her big tits and her tanned body to her aunt. She saw the way that Nina looked at her when she did that, the hunger that was in the woman's eyes.
And she smiled and knew that she was a real woman now.
The girl slipped out of her shoes and then opened her cut-offs. She could hardly wait until her aunt got a chance to look at that pussy too. She was sure that Nina would like it.
Terri pushed down both her cut-offs and her panties at the same time, and she stepped out of them.
By then Nina was naked too. She stood there and looked at her sexy, young niece. She smiled.
"Turn around, Terri," she said. "I want to see all of you."
And the girl did turn, slowly and proudly, feeling a little bit like a fashion model.
When her back was turned to the aunt, Nina reached out and touched Terri's rump with her hands.
That touch stopped the turning for a moment. Terri stood there and sighed and lifted her hands to her own tits. She felt her aunt's hands work over her buns and up her back and the girl whimpered with delight. But then she felt the hands come around in front of her and she felt Nina move in close to her back. She sighed when that happened too.
She loved the way that Nina's body felt as it moved against her back.
And Terri loved the way that Nina's fingers worked their way through her pussy hair.
Nina was scampering through that young hair at that instant.
And that series of soft touches there seemed to make Terri's cunt erupt into sexy flames.
The girl leaned back against her aunt and continued to massage her own tits.
And Nina kissed Terri's neck softly as she let those fingers scamper down between the girl's legs, over the teenager's hot pussy lips.
And Terri felt that heat controlling her, driving her almost insane with this new kind of lust.
When Nina moved back slowly, the girl turned around and stood very close to her aunt.
They were almost the same height, so it was tit against tit as Nina pulled her close again and moved her fingers over those buns and up that back. The tingling chills went through Terri.
And the girl and the woman kissed with hot and lusty passion.
This time, when Nina opened her mouth, it was Terri's tongue that shot into her aunt.
And Nina seemed to suck on that tongue as she moved her own cunt hair against her niece's bush.
And Terri loved everything that was happening to her. She had never felt anything like this with any guy. She knew that for certain. And she was not afraid of her aunt any longer.
She knew that her aunt was just a sexy outlaw, and she knew that her aunt was in need too.
It just seemed that day that Terri's need to experience something matched her aunt's need to kill the loneliness that she felt a little, incestuous, lesbian lust.
When needs matched that perfectly, the girl thought as the woman slipped her tongue against Terri's, those needs could not be denied.
When that kiss was over, they held each other still. They moved their bodies against each other and they moaned to each other too. Terri moved her arms around her aunt and felt the firm, hot buns of that woman's body too.
"Oh, god, Nina," she said, "this is terrific."
"We have only just begun," the woman said.
"What more can there be?"
"Much more."
"I don't know if I can stand much more. I feel all hot inside, Nina."
"Sweet drawers, you are just climbing. You will have an orgasm soon and then you will be ready to climb and get all hot again."
An orgasm!
Terri had heard about those things and she had always assumed that those little feelings that she had had when she played with herself were orgasms.
But they were nothing like this, the teenager thought.
This was hotter and wilder and more crazy. This was going to be better than anything she had ever given herself with her own fingers.
When Nina released her hold on the girl, Terri released the woman too.
And they parted and stood there and looked at each other.
Terri saw that her aunt had a very sexy body too, firm, high, big tits and a furry jungle of hair down there between her legs, more hair than Terri had ever seen before.
But then, the girl thought, she had never really seen a woman down there before.
She hoped that, one day, she would be so hairy and sexy down there. She reached out and she touched that soft hair. It was wet. It was then that Terri noticed that her aunt was perspiring and oozing with juices. The aroma of turned-on woman filled Terri's nostrils and she knew that much of that aroma came from her aunt.
Nina sighed.
Nina trembled.
And Terri felt proud, because she knew that she was turning on her aunt in this special way.
The girl suddenly wanted to make up for all the years that the family had forsaken the woman who was in prison.
She slipped her fingers through the wet hair and, as Nina spread her legs, Terri moved her fingers over the woman's pussy lips. They seemed to throb with passion, the teenager thought. And they were very wet and puckered, just like her own.
Again, the girl thought that she had her aunt had a great deal in common.
They were family, she thought, and she had never felt more at home, even with her parents. She loved being part of this woman's family.
But then the girl took her fingers away from her aunt's cunt.
She figured that Nina would tell her about some new thing, would show her some thing that a woman could do with another woman in order to heighten the heat and the desire.
Nina smiled at Terri and moved down to her knees on the floor.
Terri moved down to her knees too, watching her aunt with passion in her eyes.
Nina reached out and caressed Terri's tits with her hands. The girl shuddered and lifted her own hands up to her aunt's tits and massaged those mounds with her hands.
Then, when Nina took her hands away from Terri's breasts, the teenager did the same thing.
It was like a game of follow the leader, she thought, and Nina was definitely the leader here. They both knew it. It was only right. She was older, and she had been an outlaw for a longer period of time.
It was at that moment that Terri decided that she wanted to be an outlaw too, just like her aunt. She wanted to give up the family and the cheerleading and the school. She wanted to go out and live her life to the fullest until she went out in a blaze of bullets with Nina by her side.
But the girl did not speak of any of these dreams.
She was afraid that her aunt would think that such dreams were silly, girlish, immature.
She just watched as her aunt moved her legs out and sat there on the floor. Terri then did the same thing. One of her thighs was over one of Nina's. The woman smiled at her when she did that, and then Nina moved down on the floor.
Terri moved down too and they lay there with their pussies smacked together, their legs tangled.
And they started to move together, to hunch each other. They rocked with a rhythm there on the floor and Terri sighed as she felt Nina's wet cunt against her own.
As they rocked together, as she felt Nina's flesh under and over her own, Terri closed her eyes.
And she sighed to her aunt.
"Oh, Nina, this feels so good. Your cunt against mine. I hope that someday I have a cunt like yours."
And Nina sighed too, wordlessly, almost peacefully.
And then it was time for the two to move again. Nina moved first.
And the next thing that Terri knew, her aunt was lying on her body, moving against the girl's body with her own. She was humping Terri, as a man would hump a girl. And she was kissing her niece's soft, tanned face.
Terri moved her legs around her aunt's body slowly and tightened her hold on them.
She put her arms around her aunt too and she kissed Nina passionately.
She felt her own pussy working against her aunt's, but there was no cock there, no prick to batter her. It was all softness and warmth and that was a new and vital feeling that the girl worshipped.
Nina kissed her too and then the aunt smiled down at the girl.
Finally, she spoke of her own need, the need that was obvious to Terri.
"This feels good. It is lonely being on the run. Very lonely."
"Oh, Nina," the girl said softly, tenderly, almost weeping. "I never want you to be lonely again. You are too good, too sexy to be lonely."
And Nina smiled and kissed the girl quickly on her red mouth.
Then she started to move down Terri's body. The girl released the hold that she had on her aunt and she lay there and spread her legs wide. She closed her eyes and wallowed in all the feelings that Nina was giving to her.
There were a thousand feelings, and all of them were good, Terri thought.
Nina moved down slowly, using her fingers and her mouth and her tongue to thrill the girl even more.
She ran her hands under the girl's breasts, feeling the soft and tender flesh there.
And then she pushed one of those tits up and she licked that soft and tender skin with her tongue.
Terri arched her back slightly and whimpered with good feelings when her aunt did that.
And then Nina moved on down the girl's body. She licked and kissed at Terri's stomach.
And the girl whimpered again and moved her fingers through her aunt's soft hair when Nina did that. She jerked and yelped a little when Nina stabbed her navel with that warm and sharp tongue.
And, all the time that Nina was doing that, Terri's pussy was quaking, quivering, filling with juices. There was so much heat down there, the girl thought, and it had been building for so long. She sought relief from the heat, and she spread her legs as widely as she could.
And she purred to that aunt with lust in her heart.
"Oh, please," she said. "Lick me. Lick out my hot, hot cunt."
And the aunt moved her tongue over those pussy lips. The tongue seemed to drag against those lips and make them even juicier and hotter.
When she felt the fingers down there, opening the lips, the girl trembled and jerked on the floor.
She was finally going to get it, she thought. She was finally going to feel the things that she had been wanting to feel all of her life.
She had no doubt that her aunt could bring her to orgasm.
She just knew that that woman could do anything. After all, Nina was a real outlaw.
And, when the tongue went into her cunt, Terri raised her legs high and whimpered and started to come. She gasped out the words to her aunt.
"God .I am coming. Coming! Coming! Nina, this is wonderful!"
And the woman moved her tongue deep into that quaking snatch. She worked her tongue around in there and she sucked out some of that sweet juice as if it were the finest wine in the world. She worked her tongue around in there as Terri tensed her body and felt as if rockets were going off inside of her.
This was it!
The girl knew it immediately. This was the strong feeling that she had been expecting for months but had never had before. This was the hard and hot and rocking thing that made her think that she was going to die.
This was it! This was a real and juicy orgasm! A great orgasm!
This was the stuff of which pornographic books were made!
The writers of those books had not lied at all, she thought.
It had just taken Terri a little time to find the true and genuine orgasm, the fiery feeling that summed up all of sex.
She came and she came and she came.
And, when she started to come down from the mountaintop, she was surprised to find that her aunt was not finished with her yet. Nina almost immediately started to suck on that clitoris, that juicy piece of girl-flesh that seemed to be a storehouse of heat.
And, when she felt that sucking, the girl knew that she was going to start climbing again.
But she wanted more than that this time, she thought.
With a rush of words that came out on her girlish, honeyed breath, she sighed to her aunt.
"Nina, move around. I want to lick out your pussy too. I want to give it to you too."
And the woman took her mouth off that clitoris for just an instant.
She smiled up at the girl and she said, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"But I do want to, Nina," the girl squealed. "I want to taste your cunt."
That seemed to please the woman no end. She moved around on top of her niece's body and then she went back to sucking on that clitoris, to tonguing it and giving the girl whatever she could with her mouth and tongue.
And Terri spread those pussy lips and looked at her aunt's juicy pinkness.
It was a shining pinkness, like a tangy, tasty fruit, she thought.
And Terri pressed her face close to her aunt's pussy. She drove her tongue deep into that thing.
And the sweet taste seemed to explode in her head. She loved it!
She felt like an outlaw too! Bad girl! Felon! Wonderful witch!
She licked at her aunt's sweet clitoris and she felt that soft and vibrant body move against her own.
And Terri knew that she wanted to be an outlaw woman too.
CHAPTER THREE
Linda lay on her bed naked and thought about her brother, Ralph.
She was sure that Ralph knew everything, that he had come from the womb knowing everything.
Ralph was a year older than Linda and she worshipped him, as a slave would worship a god.
She was pretty. She knew that. She had a slim, sexy body and long, dark hair and a pretty, oval face.
And she could get just about any boy that she wanted in that high school. She knew that already. She had fucked some of those boys, but, when she had fucked them, she had closed her eyes and fantasized about Ralph, her brother. She did not know if that was right, but that was what she had done just the same.
And she thought about him right now, as she ran her fingers over the wet lips of her pussy.
He was so tanned, she thought, and so handsome and so strong. He had dark hair like hers. And he had those bright, flashing eyes, those eyes that seemed to look right through her and make her dissolve.
Those eyes were the reason that Linda was certain that Ralph knew everything. She thought for sure that he knew that she thought about him when she fucked other boys. It seemed that she could keep no secrets from those bright, flashing eyes.
And that troubled her sometimes because she did not want her brother to think that she was some kind of tramp.
Sometimes Linda felt like a tramp, when she fucked those other guys. Then she would vow to save herself, not to fuck any other high school boys. But she was not ever certain for whom she was saving herself, and she would look at Ralph for a little while and her pussy would start to tremble with need and she would feel like fucking again. Then she would go out and find one of those other guys and she would end up feeling like a tramp again.
And she knew deep in her girlish soul that she did not even want those other guys that she fucked.
She knew that the only guy that she really wanted was her own brother. Linda kept thinking that, if she could only work up the courage to tell Ralph that, she would not have to feel like a tramp any longer.
She was certain that her older brother, her stud brother, would not make any girl feel like a tramp.
But she did not have the courage that it took. She was only seventeen years old.
Ralph was eighteen and he was going away to college in the fall on a band scholarship.
Linda knew that she would really miss him, that she would yearn for him when he was away even more than she yearned for him now.
More and more, the girl had tried to convince herself that she just had a few weeks until he left.
She had tried to work up her courage to go to Ralph and beg him to fuck her, his sister.
But it seemed that nothing had worked out that way. Now she lay on the bed naked and she tried to work up her courage again. She slipped her fingers into her cunt lips and she yanked on her clitoris. She thought of how good it would feel to have her brother doing that for her.
But her brother had not done that for her-not yet. She had not had the courage to ask him.
Linda thought of all the good times that she had had with Ralph, and she thought particularly of how she would watch him at football games. She was a cheerleader and he was the drum major for the high school band. He looked so noble, so handsome in his uniform with his high shako on his head. She liked to watch the band march out onto the football field at halftime. Ralph would lead them like a general, strutting before them and making his sister's cunt grow moist with wonderful passion.
And then he would turn and direct them in aome rousing march, some tune that would enliven the spirits of the high school football crowd. And he would look even more noble when he did that, when he moved that huge baton around to tell the band what meter they were playing in, to keep them all together.
And it seemed that the loud sound of the band made engulfed him at moments like that.
It seemed to Linda that he stood there with all that music swirling around him, vibrating his body.
But Ralph was not afraid. He controlled with music with that huge drum major's baton.
And Linda had heard stories about her brother's sexual exploits too, stories in the girl's bathroom, stories told by girls who cooed about her brother when they did not know that Linda was sitting there in one of the stalls.
She had heard that her older brother had a massive organ, a huge pole of a cock.
And she had heard that he could use that organ with just as much majesty and skill as he used that big baton. He had screwed every drum majorette in the band and a lot of other girls too, and they all spoke highly of him, even though he had not settled down with any of them.
Linda fingered her cunt and thought about her brother and wished that Ralph would give her some of that thing that he gave to all those other girls. It did not matter that she was his sister. She wanted it. She wanted it badly. She wanted to fuck Ralph and to feel that huge tool in her pussy.
She was sure that, if she could feel that just once, everything would be all right for her.
She pulled on her clitoris and then she rammed her fingers deep into her cunt.
She closed her eyes and she sighed and she had her favorite fantasy about her brother, the one that came to her often on hot afternoons like this one:
In her fantasy, she lay on the ground in the middle of a jungle, tied with rope, naked, like a slave or a sacrifice. But she was not frightened because she knew that her brother wanted her to be like this. She lay there and she waited for Ralph to appear in the middle of that jungle clearing. She sighed and she felt like calling to him, asking him to hurry and come and ease her pain. But she did not make a sound. She knew that her brother would be there when he was ready and not before, and she was prepared to wait for him, to wait for all eternity if necessary.
And then, suddenly, he appeared, standing at the edge of the jungle clearing. She looked up at him and she felt the tears come to her eyes and cloud her vision. But she knew from that one clear glimpse that her brother was naked, handsome, that he had a big, big cock. She knew too that that cock was sticking out from his body like a huge baton.
And then, as she cried and lay there in her need, she heard the band start to play one of those marches. National Emblem or El Capitan, she thought. She knew that it was something with force and power, something that would cheer her on.
And her brother seemed to float over her in her fantasy, She turned onto her back and lay there in the bondage. She opened her legs and she pursed her lips and she sighed.
And she knew that her brother had come to save her, to dig his pole deep into her cunt and give her some of that rousing music. That was what she felt when the tears in her eyes cleared, when she saw her brother over her, smiling down on her. She felt that huge pole move into her pussy and she squirmed with passion.
And she heard that music, the blaring music, the wonderful music of a marching band, that music entered her as his cock entered her.
And Ralph seemed to be marching on top of her, strutting as he fucked her.
And that was just the way that Linda wanted it. She sighed and felt that cock deep in her in her fantasy. And then she started to come there in the jungle heat. She came with a blazing, blaring feeling, as if a whole marching band was deep inside her, giving her what she needed to make it through the second half of the football game.
She came in her bed too, tugging on her clit and jumping on that bed and whimpering with soft passion.
And then, when her orgasm was over, she let the fantasy move out of her head and she lay there and she sighed.
She felt good again, but she knew that that fantasy goodness would not last for long. It never did.
And then Linda turned and opened the shades on her window. She saw him out there. She sighed.
Her brother was sitting in the back yard, sitting on the ground in his swim trunks, and he was sunning himself. He was alone out there and Linda was alone in the house.
Their parents were out shopping or something and would not be back for hours.
She had to do it now, she thought. She would not get many more chances like this before Ralph went away and attended college. She would have to do it now or she would be lonely through the rest of the school year, knowing that she had not even worked up her courage to do that.
She scampered off the bed and picked up her bikini. She would take a shower first, she thought, and then she would go out and sit with him on the grass.
And she would pray that something would give her the courage to ask her brother to fuck her.
Ralph looked up when his sister came out the back door. She looked good, he thought, very good.
And he felt that uneasy, weird emotion fill him again. She was such a pretty girl, he thought, much more pretty than the other girls that he had fucked.
But she was his sister-
And that made him think that the ideas which came to his head now just were not right.
But there was something about the way that Linda looked at him sometimes, he thought, that told him that she was thinking about the same kinky things.
He remembered the way that they had once wrestled a lot when they were children. He had liked pinning his sister down then. But they had not wrestled in a long time, and Ralph wondered if Linda longed for another wrestling match-a wrestling match with a difference. He knew that he longed for something like that.
The girl smiled at her brother and sat down next to him there on the grass.
"Hi, Ralph," she said. "Mind if I join you out here?"
"No. Sit down, Linda. It will be nice to have some company."
The brother lay back on the ground and moved his Hands over his tanned chest.
The sister looked at him while he did that and then she smiled at him.
"It gets rather lonely out here under the sun," the brother said.
Linda looked down at him and wondered if any words would come to her.
She was so enthralled with the sight of her brother's body that she wondered if she would be able to speak to him.
And her eyes ran down his tanned chest and stomach, studied the ridges of his muscles.
Then they fell on the swim trunks and took in the bulge that was there.
She remembered what she had heard about Ralph, that he was very well hung.
And she yearned to reach out and touch his cock and feel its hardness against her trembling fingers.
But her courage failed her. She was only a teenaged cheerleader. She could not be expected to have that kind of courage, could she? She wondered.
She had touched other boys' cocks. She had felt those cocks in her.
But somehow it seemed to her that her brother's prick was different, that it was more noble.
And he was her brother, after all. She took her eyes off the cock and looked back at his face.
He was smiling at her. She smiled back and trembled slightly.
Yes, Ralph thought, she wanted it. She wanted it a lot.
And he looked at her slim, tanned body in her bikini and he wanted it too. She was so pretty. She had lively, red lips. He yearned to feel those lips around his cock.
He yearned to feel that body close to his as he drove his cock deep into her cunt.
In fact, Ralph could think of nothing that he yearned for more.
He remembered the way that he had seduced a couple of girls at the city swimming pool, and he thought that he would use that same method on his sexy, kid sister.
He thought about that phrase: She was sexy, but she was definitely not a kid any longer.
He smiled at her and turned over on his stomach and he spoke softly to her.
"Rub some suntan lotion on my back, will you, Linda?"
"Sure," she chirped, and she reached across her brother's body for the tube of lotion.
She put some of that lotion on her hands and she moved those hands together.
"Will you rub me when I am finished with you, Ralph?" she asked.
"Sure, Linda," he said, turning his face toward her and grinning.
He reached out and touched her bare thigh with his hand for just one split-second.
"It will be a pleasure," he said with a grin.
And he saw his sister shiver again. Yes, he thought, she wanted it.
And he could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his swimming trunks as he looked at her.
Then Linda put her hands on his back and started to rub that lotion deep into his already tanned skin.
She felt the muscles of his shoulders and his back. She closed her eyes and fought to keep from sighing when she felt that tightness, that masculine hardness.
When she opened her eyes again, she looked down on his buns. They were firm and slightly rounded.
She moved her hands down his back, closer and closer to his ass. She would not touch it.
She knew that already, but she wanted to get as close to that ass as possible.
Ralph sighed and churned his hips into the grass under him.
"You have good hands, Linda," he said. "You are a great sister."
When she heard that, she whimpered a little. She wanted to be a great sister for him.
And she thought that she could even be a greater sister if Ralph would only fuck her.
When she was finished with his back, it shined under the sun. It was then that Ralph turned over and sat up on the ground. He pulled one leg up toward his chest. She saw the bulge in his shorts even more clearly then.
He grinned at his sister and nodded his head.
"Now lie down, Linda," he said, "and I will do you."
The girl lay down on her stomach as the brother moved to pick up the lotion. He rubbed some of that lotion into his hands and Linda reached back to push her long, dark hair out of the way.
When her brother touched her, his hands were cold. But she felt suddenly hot inside.
"Ralph," she muttered, "that feels good. Very good."
Ralph took great care with her. He moved his hands over her shoulders slowly, using his strength to ease her and warm her at the same time.
And he remembered the way that he worked with those other girls. It was at a moment such as this one that he had to reassure the girl, let her know that he was thinking of something else besides her body. Then she would start to worry that he did not find her sexy. She would be so filled with yearning that, when he did touch her in a truly sexual way, she would want it so much that she would not stop to think that it was bad.
So he started to talk about marching bands. It was something that he knew very well.
"You know, Linda, I look forward to going to college and being in the marching band there."
That made Linda sigh. She did not like to hear that her brother looked forward to leaving her.
But she was silent. She did not protest. And Ralph continued to speak to her.
"Yes, Linda," he said. "I have marched in my last high school parade, and I am glad of that. You know, the last parade we marched in was the Mulberry Fair Parade. You did not have to go to that one. It was just bands and horses. No cheerleaders at all."
"Uh huh," the girl muttered, only half-listening to her brother as he rubbed her back.
His touch filled her with soft and wet and feminine lust.
"Just bands and horses," he continued. "And we always have to march behind the horses. That is hell. You know horses shit all over the road and we have to march behind them in our white bucks. It is hard to stay in line and stay in step while you try to avoid horse patties in the road."
She giggled a little when he said that. She was certain that that was the truth.
And then Ralph moved his hands down over her rounded rump. The touch was quick, but she felt it.
And she trembled a little when her brother touched her like that. She kept her eyes closed. She wanted him, but she did not want to know what he was doing.
He massaged her buns with his strong, young hands. She whimpered a little when he did that.
And she knew that Ralph was not just rubbing lotion on her any longer, that he would not want to rub lotion over her bikini bottoms like that.
No, her brother's touch was filled with sex. She knew that for certain.
When his sister did not protest his touches, Ralph moved in for the kill.
He slipped his hands under her body and he pulled her up slowly. He moved those hands over her small and sexy tits and he kissed her neck with his wet lips. She sighed when he did that.
"I want you, Linda," he said softly, running his fingers up and down the front of her body.
"I want you too, Ralph," she said, answering him with a gasp.
"Let's go into my bedroom and do it there, Linda," he said.
"Yes," she whimpered.
And that was all that it took. When he moved away from his sister and started to stand up, she stood up too. She smiled at him and she finally had the courage to admit it.
"I have wanted this for a long time, Ralph," she said softly, taking his hands in hers. "I have fucked other guys, but, every time I did it with another guy, I have thought about you, acted as if it were you."
And Ralph smiled. He yearned to kiss his sister, but he could not do that out in the open, out in the back yard like this. He just turned and ran toward the house. She ran with him.
They were both anxious to be there in his bedroom, together. And Linda thought that it was right that they should go to his bedroom and not hers. He would be in control of this situation, and she knew it.
When they were in that bedroom, she looked around and seemed to smell the masculinity in the air. She liked being there. She walked toward his desk and fingered the trophies that he had there, the trophies that he had won in band contests around the state.
And then she looked up on the wall and saw the huge drum major's baton on the wall.
The band director had given that baton to Ralph when he graduated just a few weeks before.
Again, it seemed to Linda that that baton, that huge, shining, metal thing, seemed to sum up all that was truly masculine and good about her brother.
When she turned to look at Ralph again, he was pushing his swim trunks down.
And she saw it then, that thing that dwarfed the baton in her eyes-her brother's cock!
And Linda felt a little weak, knowing that she was going to get that cock in her pussy.
Ralph stood there naked in his bedroom and put his hands on his hips. He smiled at her.
"Get your clothes off, Linda," he said. His voice was soft, but it was an order that the willing sister could not refuse. She moved out of her bikini top and then she pushed her bikini bottoms down her legs and stepped out of them.
When Ralph saw her like that, he smiled. His sister was, indeed, a very sexy girl.
And he liked the whiteness on her body, the white strips of flesh where her bikini had been. The whiteness around her loins seemed to make the black bush of pussy hair stand out even more.
Ralph smiled again and lifted his hand and curled his finger, beckoning his sister to him.
Linda moved toward him on weak and trembling legs.
She thought that he would take her in his arms and kiss her when she was close to him.
But he did not do that. He just put one hand down between her legs and felt the moistness there. He continued to smile at her and that smile seemed to the sister to be both sexy and demonic. She trembled as her brother moved his fingers over her wet cunt.
And then she gasped when he took those fingers away from her.
He pointed toward the bed and Linda knew what he wanted her to do then.
And she remembered that her sexy, older brother was in charge, silently in charge.
The teenager moved onto the bed and something suddenly came into her mind, something that she just had to ask her brother.
"I am going to a party at Terri's house tonight. Do you know Terri?"
The brother stood there naked and nodded his head. He knew her.
"Have you ever fucked Terri?"
Ralph shook his head, and he wondered then why he had not fucked that sexy, big-titted girl. He had just never gotten around to it. He knew of a couple of other guys who had fucked her, but he had never gotten his cock into her cunt, and he thought that he should do that before the summer was over.
Linda was lying back on her brother's bed, glancing at him and then glancing at that huge baton there on the wall. She thought that, in many ways, that baton was a part of Ralph, or at least like a part of him.
It was that part of her brother that she looked at while he moved her fingers over her cunt lips.
And she wanted her brother to lie down there with her and take her in his arms and kiss her.
She wanted to be touched again, as he had touched her before when he was rubbing the lotion on her body. But it seemed that Ralph was not interested in touching her now.
Instead, he just stood there with his legs spread slightly. He moved his hand down over his mighty meat and he smiled at her and nodded his head.
Again, the girl knew what her brother wanted. She sat up on the bed.
And she moved to the edge of the bed and sat there as her brother moved his cock closer to her pretty face. She reached out with her fingers. As he took his hand off his rod, she put her fingers around it, felt its strength and its growing stiffness.
And she licked her red lips and moved closer to that cock.
Linda turned her head slightly and looked at the baton on the wall again.
It was massive, but the thing she held in her hand, the thing that she would suck, was even better, even more masterful than that baton, she thought.
It was then that Ralph reached down and brushed her hand away from his growing organ.
She looked up at him and wondered what he was going to do to her. Then she found out.
He put his hand behind her head in order to hold her close to his cock.
Then he held the prick in his other hand and started to slap her face with that rod of meat.
That cock was both hot and cold against her cheeks. She closed her eyes and endured her brother's slaps.
Ralph did not understand why he was doing this to his sister, but he knew that he felt the need to master her in some way. She was too pretty, and she had not touched him for so long. He felt that she wanted it and he knew that he wanted it. He wanted to make her his sex slave on this hot afternoon.
And then he stopped slapping her. He held the prick up for her. Linda opened her red lips and moved over the prick with gusto in her heart.
She massaged one of her own little tits as she moved her fingers around the base of the thing.
And she started to suck, to move back and forth on the prick, to feel it stiffen in her mouth.
The cock felt good and natural in her mouth. The girl pressed her face closer to her brother's tanned and muscled and sexy body. She smelled the manly aroma of that body.
And she felt that cock slither down her throat like a manly snake when she did that.
She took all of that prick into her throat and listened as her brother moaned to her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Linda, that feels so fucking good. Suck it, Sister. Suck your brother's cock."
As he felt that girl's mouth on his cock, the lips and the tongue working over his flesh, Ralph also felt that old rage come back, the rage that he had felt before when girls had worked on him this way. He had never been able to understand it, but it had always been there, and he knew now that he would use that rage even on his sister.
After all, she was sucking on her own brother's organ.
Didn't that prove that she was a little tramp or something?
He thought that it did, and he growled at her to tell her the truth about herself.
"Suck it. Suck that cock, you little bitch," he said.
When Linda heard her brother say that to her, she did not really understand what was happening. But she knew that she agreed with her brother. If her stud brother wanted her to be a bitch, she thought, then she would gladly be a bitch for him.
She moved back on the organ and took it out of her mouth. She licked the rosy tip of the cock and tasted her own saliva there and the ooze that came out to greet her.
Everything seemed sweet to Linda that afternoon in her brother's bedroom.
Her own pussy was quaking with joy and with passion. She sighed as she felt that hot quaking and then she took the prick back into her mouth and pressed her red lips around it tightly.
When the cock was full and ready to fuck her cunt, her brother put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her back, back onto his bed.
She fell back and she turned her head to one side again. She looked at that baton.
And then she smelled the masculine aroma of the sheets that covered that bed.
Linda was on fire with lust for her brother by then, and the fire engulfed her until she thought that she would go crazy if she did not get a chance to fuck her brother.
She spread her legs and lifted her pink, young pussy high.
She sighed to Ralph with a voice that was hoarse with girlish passion.
"Oh, God, Ralph. Fuck me, my brother. Fuck my hot cunt. I am just a bitch, but I want you to fuck me."
And the brother smiled at her and lifted her hips up. He stood there next to his bed and aimed his cock at her pinkness. She reached down with hot and trembling fingers and spread her pussy lips and moaned to him again.
"Enter me, Ralph. Invade me, my brother. Fuck my fucking brains out. I want it that bad."
"Arghhhhhhhhhh!" The growl came from deep in Ralph's throat.
And, with that growl, the brother rammed into her deeply, thrust into her pinkness with his pole.
Ralph was not gentle with her, but that did not matter to Linda.
The girl suddenly understood that she should not expect any gentleness from her brother.
And she had his cock deep in her, pulsing, wild and feverish in her cunt.
That was what she really wanted from Ralph. She turned her head and she looked at that baton.
And she groaned to her brother again as she squirmed under him like a bug who had been impaled with a pin. "Fuck me, my brother. Ram it to me. Nail me. I love it that way."
As Ralph started to work in and out of her pussy, the girl stretched her legs up and against his muscled, hairless chest. That was when he leaned forward, leaned over her.
She looked up at him as he fucked her and she whimpered to him.
"This is what I need, Ralph. This is what I really need."
And she lifted her hands and touched his face. Then she took her fingers away from him and ran them over her own girlish tits.
"Bitch," he growled, that rage building in his body as he slammed into her again and again.
"Oh, Ralph!"
"All of you girls are bitches. Whores," he said.
And then Linda understood why the other girls had liked him so much.
He had probably called all of those other girls bitches and whores too, and that made them want him even more. It was part of the fiery look that he had, that look that seemed to know everything about a girl. He understood that girls did feel like bitches and whores, and they admired a handsome, young man who could treat them like that.
And his cock was slamming in and out of her and his body was tight against hers.
And Linda sighed and knew that she would never forget the feelings that her brother was giving to her this afternoon. She tensed her body and felt her own orgasm start to flow deep inside of her. That made her just squirm more, move with more more feverish sexuality against her brother's body. She cried out as the lust filled her soul.
"Yes, Ralph! Fuck me, my brother! I need it! I am a bitch too!"
And her handsome brother looked down at her, his face grimacing with the hard work that he was doing. He dug deeply into her cunt with his hard and ready cock, and then he winced and he felt his own orgasm, his own bubbling.
And it seemed to Ralph that Linda's cunt collapsed around him like a building in an earthquake.
She held him in her as he came with spurts into her sweet, inner sexiness.
She was his sister, but she was one hot fuck.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jenny, the redhead, was driving around town, looking for someone special.
And Cindy, her cute, little, blonde friend was bouncing up and down in the seat next to her.
"You mean it? You really mean it, Jenny?" Cindy was chirping.
"Yeah, I sure mean it," the redhead said with a grin. "I am going to let you in on it, Cindy, because you are my friend."
"Wow!," the blonde said. "When you told me about that guy, I thought that it was too good to be true. He is a stud and he still likes to be treated that way."
"Right," Jenny said. "He loves to be treated that way."
"And you are going to show me how to do it? That is great, Jenny. You are a true friend."
And then the blonde looked at her red-haired friend and smiled.
"He is even older than we are, right?"
"Right," the redhead said. "He went to college for a year or so, but he flunked out."
"I have seen him around town. He is a handsome stud. I always thought that it would be fun to just fuck him. But, since he was older, twenty or so."
"He is twenty," Jenny said. "That is right. But it does not make any difference."
"Yeah," the blonde said thoughtfully. "I don't guess that it really does."
The redhead took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed.
"There he is. The blond stud. Jeff Morrison."
Jeff Morrison was standing at the street corner, just leaning against a building.
Jenny thought that he might even be expecting her to come by, since it was Saturday afternoon.
But the redhead knew that Jeff was well-trained, that he would not expect too much from her.
She would have driven right by him that afternoon, just to show him that he could not expect things, if she had not had Cindy in the car with her, if she had not felt the need to have a little adventure with this blond, good-looking guy.
But she did feel the need. So she pulled over to the corner and she stopped.
He saw her there in her car, but he did not approach her. He knew that that was not allowed.
He could not come to that car until she told him that she wanted him there.
She just sat there behind the wheel and smiled. Then she turned to her little, blonde, sexy friend, Cindy, and she smiled.
"Do you know the legend of Jeff Morrison, Cindy?" she asked.
The cute, little blonde did not take her eyes off the young man but she shook her head.
"I don't know much about him," she muttered. "Is he going to get in with us, Jenny?"
"When I beckon him over," the redhead said. "Not before. That is one of the rules of the game."
And then Jenny proceeded to tell her friend about that blond hunk of man who stood there, waiting for his red-haired mistress to call him over.
"He was once one of the great studs of this town," she said. "He fucked all the high school girls and a lot of the older women too. And then he went away to college on a track scholarship. He continued to fuck up there at the university, and I guess that he really fucked too much, because he flunked out of school. He came back and his life just went to shit. Suddenly, he was nothing. There were younger guys who had taken his position as stud of the town. He went to work in that grocery store and he still works there. He is still very handsome and he is still quite a fuck too. But he thinks that he is nothing. That is why he submitted to me. I tried some of my harsh tactics on him just a few months ago, and he seemed to wallow in them. That was the kind of treatment that he needed. I guess that he had been worshipped for so long that he just had to do some worshipping in order to even things out in his life."
"Oh," the blonde said.
She was listening to the story, but Cindy was also looking at that young man.
Jenny had told her about the way that Jeff Morrison had become her slave, and now Cindy was looking at him, trying to figure out what there was about this young stud which made him into a sexual slave.
And she felt her own cunt grow moist. Jenny had told Cindy that she could share in Jeff Morrison's slavery, that she could be another mistress for the guy.
Jenny had graduated high school a few weeks before. And she was going away to college.
But Cindy still had another year left in high school and, in a way, the redhead was now passing the crown to the blonde. They were both cheerleaders. They had been friends for years. It seemed only right that Cindy should take over as the mistress of Jeff Morrison.
Cindy gasped out the words.
"Please call him over, Jenny. I want to be his mistress too."
The redhead smiled at the little blonde. She could tell that Cindy was eager.
Jenny stuck her head out the car window and snarled at Jeff Morrison.
"Get over here," she said.
And the young, blond man pushed himself away from the wall and strolled toward the car.
He stood there next to it and he patted the crotch of his tight jeans with his hand.
"I know that you have a cock, shit-face," the redhead said. "Get in the back seat."
And Jeff opened the back door and moved into that seat.
It was then that he noticed the other girl sitting there. Cindy was turned around and she was staring at him with wide, blue eyes.
"What is she doing here?" Jeff asked.
"Shut up," Jenny growled.
And then the redhead started the motor and pulled away from the curb.
She drove toward the outskirts of town. Jeff sat there in the back seat and looked at Cindy.
Cindy looked at him too. This blond, young man was so handsome, she thought, so sexy.
And Cindy could hardly wait to get started with him. She wanted to mean something to this young stud.
She wanted to mean everything to him that Jenny meant.
As they got to the edge of downtown, Jenny turned around and snarled at the young man again.
"Get your clothes off, slave."
"But, she-" Jeff Morrison muttered in protest, pointing at the blonde.
"I said get your fucking clothes off," Jenny said harshly.
And the blond, young man in the back seat just shrugged his shoulders and pulled his T-shirt off. Cindy gasped a little when she saw his chest. It was tanned arid muscled.
He had a very sexy body, she thought, and she yearned to see that body kneeling before her.
Then the little blonde thought of her friend, of Jenny. When she had heard Jenny snarl at Jeff for the first time, she had thought that the voice sounded strange. She had never heard Jenny speak to anyone that way before. The girl had always been very nice and sweet.
But there was something sexy in the harshness of the redhead's voice now, something even more sexy than the sight of Jeff Morrison's body as he stripped off his clothes.
And Cindy knew that she would have to learn to develop that sexiness in her own voice.
And there was something about the whole situation that told Cindy that she did not have to worry too much, that the sexiness and the dominance would come naturally once she got started with this stud.
The blonde kept her eyes on the young man in the back seat. When he loosened his jeans and opened them, she saw that blond hair that grew above his cock and she shivered.
She knew then that Jeff Morrison did not wear underwear.
The young man lifted his hips and pushed his jeans down. His cock was long and lay there between his legs like a fine piece of meat. Even though it was not hard yet, Cindy knew that it would be a wonderful cock to fuck.
And Jenny had told her that the sexy sessions with Jeff Morrison were always climaxed by fucking. Cindy smiled when she remembered that bit of information.
Jeff moved his jeans down his legs and slipped out of them. Then he sat naked in the back seat. He kept glancing up at the blonde who stared at him. He was uneasy with that girl in the car with him, terribly uneasy.
Serving Jenny was one thing, he thought, but he did not know how Jenny planned to fit this cute, little blonde into the action. Jeff felt a little embarrassed because the blonde girl had already viewed part of his slave-like humiliation.
And he wondered what else the redhead had in mind.
Jeff Morrison had never discovered how much he needed a dominant woman until he had run into that sexy, red-haired teenager. She had picked him up one night at a party and then she had started to slap him around while she was fucking him. He had never taken that off any woman before. But he took it off Jenny because those slaps and her snarls of abuse seemed to answer some kind of need that he had. He knew that he had gone downhill, that he was no longer the stud of the town. He was not even in the running for that honor now. And he knew that he had ruined his own life, that it was all his fault.
To suffer under that redhead's abuse seemed to make him feel better, as if he were paying for some crime against himself and the town that he had served as a stud for so fucking long.
He sat there naked in the back seat of the car he studied the blonde who stared at him.
Then he looked at the back of Jenny's head. She did not even seem to take any notice of him at all.
But she knew that he was back there, and she had something special for him planned in her mind.
Jeff knew that and he wondered what that special thing would be, how he would react to it.
But he figured that he would react by giving in to it. He always did, and both he and Jenny knew it.
Jenny drove into the woods near the lake. It was her special place, where she worked with Jeff on hot afternoons like this one. As she pulled into the woods, she turned and glanced at Cindy and she smiled.
"Very soon now," she said softly. "I will show you just what this turd needs."
And the redhead knew that Jeff Morrison heard her. He whimpered a little in the back seat.
She stopped the car in the middle of the woods and she opened her door. She spoke to Cindy.
"Get out with me," she said. "I want to talk to you."
The two girls moved out of the car, but the naked, young stud in the back seat just sat there. He knew that he was not allowed to feel the breeze against his flesh until his red-haired mistress told him that he could.
Jenny walked over to a little space under a tree. Cindy followed her.
They stood there and Jenny looked down at the cute, little blonde.
"There is one thing that you must remember," she said to Cindy. "You can never let Jeff know that he is pleasing you with anything that he does. Now, when he fucks you, it will be pleasing. He will fuck you so well that you will think that you are dying."
And the blonde whimpered a little when Jenny said that and felt weak in the knees.
"But you have to remember, Cindy. Keep up the abuse. Call him names. Tell him he is shit. Tell him that you can't even feel his cock in your pussy. That way, you will get the better of him. And that pleases him, Cindy. It really does."
The redhead put her hand on her friend's shoulder and she smiled.
"And I think that it will please you too, Cindy," she said.
"Really?" the girl asked.
Cindy had messed around with guys before, of course. She had fucked them and she had enjoyed it. But she had never thought of degrading a man and abusing him, not until her friend had told her about the things that she did to Jeff Morrison.
"You are a lot like me, Cindy," Jenny said, "and I know that I enjoy it."
"Okay," the blonde said with a little gasp. "You do it. Show me how to treat him."
"I will," the redhead said. "Then, when I am away at college, he will be your sex slave."
"I hope he likes me," the blonde muttered.
"I am sure that he will, but it really makes no difference. He is a sex slave now, and, if I tell him that you are his mistress, he will just have to accept that."
Again, Cindy felt weak at the knees. She looked up into the redhead's green eyes and she nodded her head.
"Let's get started," she said.
And Jenny turned and walked back to the car. She stood a few feet from that car and glanced back at her little, blonde friend. Cindy would be just fine, she thought. Cindy would really enjoy it once she learned how to treat a man like Jeff.
Then the redhead slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The naked man in the back seat of the car watched her as she did. Jenny pulled her blouse open. Her tits were big and freckled.
Jenny glanced at Cindy as she pulled her blouse off and stood there, naked from the waist up.
She saw her blonde, cheerleading friend lean against a tree and sigh.
The redhead put the blouse on the hood of the car. She glanced at the young man in the back seat. He had his face pressed against the cool glass of the window.
He looked like a little boy looking into a candy store, she thought.
And she was the candy that he wanted. That made her smile, but she was careful not to look at her slave when she smiled. She did not want him to know that he was pleasing her at all.
She stepped out of her sandals. Then she moved her hands over the front of her jeans.
She opened those jeans and pushed them down her long and firm and sexy legs.
She hopped out of them and stood there in her white panties. Except for those panties, she was naked. Cindy looked at Jenny like that and thought that the redhead looked like a queen, a freckled, red-haired queen whose flesh was glowing in the sun.
Jeff stared at her from inside the car. Jenny moved her fingers over the crotch of her white panties.
She pressed those panties against her body and Jeff could see the red-haired bush that seemed to flame up under the whiteness of that material. His throat was dry with lust.
And then the redhead stepped back slightly and growled at the naked young man in the back seat.
"Get out of that car, slave. Get out of the car and kneel before me."
And the young man opened the car door and tumbled out onto the ground. He crawled toward the redhead.
And he knelt in front of her shining, sexy body. He lowered his eyes to the ground when he did that.
Cindy, watching this, thought that this was the sexiest scene she had ever seen in her life.
And she found herself yearning to have that young man kneel in front of her. She wanted to look down on that blond, curly hair and knew that that slave belonged to her.
The blonde moved down onto the ground.
She could not stand any longer. The weakness that came with this new, sexual frenzy in her body would not allow her to stand.
She sat on the ground and she watched carefully. She wanted to learn as much as she could about how to treat a young stud such as this one. She wanted to be just like Jenny, her friend.
And it seemed to Cindy that Jenny and Jeff were frozen there for the longest time.
Jenny stood over the young man and did not even look down on him. She just stared at the woods directly in front of her. She had her hands on her hips and her legs were spread slightly. Jeff was kneeling there, not moving, keeping his eyes down at the ground.
They were like statues, very sexual statues, the blonde thought.
Finally, the redhead moved. She put one of her hands on Jeff's blond curls. She ran her hand over his head and patted him as if he were some kind of faithful dog.
"Good slave," she said. "Lick my panties, slave."
And the young man moved closer to her, scooted along on his knees. He stuck out his tongue and he ran that tongue over the front of her panties, pressing his tongue against her red-haired cunt.
Jenny stood there as he licked the front of her panties and did not seem to feel anything at all. That amazed Cindy, and the blonde immediately admired her friend's self-control. She knew that, if the young man had done that to her, she would have been tossing and sighing and grabbing his head and telling him how good his tongue felt against her panties, against her pussy hair.
But then Cindy remembered what Jenny had told her.
She could never allow Jeff to know that he was really pleasing her. That would spoil his pleasure, his slave-like devotion and pleasure at this sexual moment.
Jeff licked at the front of the girl's panties until Jenny moved with a jerk.
The redhead lifted her leg and kicked at him, kicked the young man away from her.
Jeff tumbled back onto the ground, and Cindy gasped with that sudden brutality.
The little blonde who sat there watching all of this again wondered if she would ever be able to treat a man this way-even if she knew that he needed it.
"You shit," Jenny snarled down on the young man. "I wish that I had a whip. Then I would beat you within an inch of your bloody, shit life."
And the naked, young man rolled on the ground and moaned to her.
"Mistress Jenny, I wish that you had a whip too. I wish that you could beat my flesh until it was raw."
Cindy knew that this was just part of the game, that Jenny would never really beat this young man.
The redhead had explained it to Cindy and told her that the games she played with Jeff were mild indeed. Still, they seemed to both want that whip right now, the little blonde thought.
And Cindy wondered what Jeff Morrison would have done if the redhead had produced a whip at that moment.
She thought that he would probably give into the whip, just as he had just given into that kick.
"Grab your cock, bastard," the redhead snarled down at him. "Grab your fucking cock and get yourself hard so that you can fuck me and my friend here."
When Cindy heard the redhead make reference to her, she whimpered again.
And then she gasped when she saw Jeff Morrison take his meaty cock in both of his hands.
The young, blond stud was pulling on that meat, getting himself ready to fuck.
As Cindy watched that, she yearned to approach him, to fall onto the ground next to him.
She yearned to suck that cock as she had sucked so many before. But she knew that that would not be allowed. She looked at the redhead in white panties and she could tell that Jenny was not showing any yearning at all.
In fact, as Jeff pulled on his rod, the redhead approached him and started to kick him with her bare feet. She dug her toes into the young man's ribs and he sighed and continued to massage his own meat as she snarled at him with words of abuse.
"Shit. Turd. Male piece of garbage. Worthless piece of crap. Shit."
And she continued to kick him. She threw her head back as she did that. Her long, red hair seemed to move in the summer breeze and her freckles seemed to glow as she started to perspire with the work that she was doing, the kicking that she was giving that golden stud.
And then Cindy understood it for the first time. Jenny was turned on. She looked like a turned-on girl as she kicked the young man. But she was showing her own excitement with the kicking and the brutality. That was the way that Jenny let loose with her sexuality.
It was like an escape valve for feminine lust, Cindy figured.
And she wished that she had that kind of escape valve at that moment. Her own pussy felt as if it were about to explode.
And then, as the young man continued to work with his cock, Jenny stopped kicking him and looked at her little, blonde friend.
"Take off your clothes, Cindy," she said with a smile. "And join me here with our slave."
Cindy jumped up from the ground and started to take off her clothes. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and she smiled when she thought of that phrase.
Our slave.
Jenny was going to share the slave with her friend. Cindy thought as she moved out of her shoes that no girl had ever had a better friend. Jenny was going to share even this with her.
And Cindy saw that Jeff was looking at her, as the little blonde pushed her shorts down.
She saw that look of slave-like devotion that Jeff gave her and then she tried to ignore that young stud on the ground. She did not want him to think that he meant too much to her.
The little blonde kept her panties on, because Jenny was keeping her panties on.
And Cindy strolled toward her friend and stood on the other side of the naked stud.
When Jenny nodded to the girl, Cindy knew what her friend meant by that nod. She knew what she was being allowed to do.
And she drove her bare foot into Jeff's tanned body, felt that manly flesh under her toe. The young man sighed with that kick.
Then Cindy started to curse him.
"You are nothing but a worm," she said. "Nothing but a worm from a garbage dump."
And Jenny smiled at her when she said that.
"Good, Cindy," she said. "I am sure that the worm enjoys hearing that from you."
And then the redhead looked down on the blond stud who was still yanking on his pole.
"You asked why I brought Cindy here along," she said. "Now I will tell you, worm. I will be going to college in a few weeks. When I leave town, Cindy will take over. I am giving you to her for safe-keeping. She will be your mistress then and you will do anything that she wants you to do. Do you understand, worm?"
The red-haired teenager kicked the young man in the ribs again.
And Cindy saw the way that he moved under that kick. Then she drove her foot into his other side.
And the young, blond man moaned.
"I understand. I will be hers when you leave. I will be her slave. Yes. Yes."
Cindy was overjoyed when she heard that. She would have her own slave during her senior year in high school! And such a sexy slave too!
The little blonde thought that she would be the luckiest senior in the world.
"Thank you, Jenny," the blonde said softly.
And then Cindy kicked the young man on the ground again.
The blonde raised her foot high and brought it down on his stomach, knocking the air out of Jeff Morrison.
And the young man twisted there on the ground and accepted that.
When Cindy looked down, she saw that his cock was long and hard. He had gotten that turned-on by the abuse that he had been given.
She looked at Jenny and she asked the question in a soft voice.
"Is he ready to fuck now, Jenny?"
The redhead nodded.
"He certainly is, Cindy. And you can fuck him first. Take off your panties and ride that cock."
"Thank you," the girl said softly.
As Cindy pulled down her panties, she was sure that this was going to be one of the best fucks of her life. She stepped out of them and she felt her pussy quake in the summer air. That cunt was moist with juices.
She looked down at that pole of flesh that Jeff Morrison, her slave, offered to her.
He was ready to fuck, she thought, and she was ready too. Her pussy was oily with juices.
As she moved over his body, she remembered what Jenny had told her. She should not let the slave know that he was pleasing her, although that fucking cock would please her.
Jenny had assured her of that, and Cindy knew now as she looked down at that stiff piece of meat that it would just have to please he.
Jeff Morrison held the prick steady as the blonde moved down on it.
Cindy looked down at her male slave and saw that this guy had the audacity to smile at her.
She knew that she could not allow that, not and be a real mistress for her slave.
So she slapped him hard across the face and she snarled at him.
"Don't you smile at me, turd," she said. "Don't think that I want your fucking cock. I am just going to fuck you because I know that it will mean nothing to me. Nothing at all."
She moved down onto the tip of his organ as the young man closed his eyes.
He was not smiling any longer. She was happy to see that.
When the head of his cock spread her pussy lips wide, she fought off the desire to sigh.
Instead of sighing, she just growled at the young man.
"Are you in me with that little thing? I can't feel a fucking thing."
"Yes, Mistress," the young man groaned with a feverish voice, "I swear that I am in you."
"I can't feel it. You have a little worm for a prick, you no-good slave."
But the prick was actually filling her up, thrilling her as no other cock had ever thrilled her.
But the little blonde knew that she could not admit that, and the lack of admission seemed to make this even sexier. She slipped further down on that man's tower.
"Fucking, little worm," she snarled. "I still can't feel anything."
"I will get it into you, Mistress," the man vowed. "I will make you feel my worm."
And then he grabbed her hips and held her while he bucked up and shoved his dork into her wet cunt.
Again, the girl had to fight to keep from sighing, from screaming passion at the young man.
And Cindy felt vaguely proud of herself when she was able to fight off that need to show her own pleasure.
And then she growled at the young man who lay there under her.
"Slam it to me. I still can't feel that little worm, but I might if you just fuck me good."
"Yes, Mistress," the blond, young stud said. And he started to move under her, to fuck her with everything that he had.
And that was quite a lot, but Cindy did not let him know that. She rocked on his body and she looked down at him. She started to .slap his face again.
"Shit," she said, "you are worthless. You can't fuck at all."
But she made the slapping move in the rhythm of his fucking cock. Whenever he jabbed deep into her hungry pussy, she slapped him hard.
And the young man lay under her and accepted those slaps that made his face tingle and burn.
He felt a great shame rising in his throat, but he knew that he deserved that shame.
He also knew that it was only a game, that this girl did feel his cock. But he thought that this game meant more to him than any of the other fuck sessions that he had been in.
It was the only thing that could really excite him any longer.
She continued to slap him as he barged deep into her pussy.
And she looked up at Jenny as she did that. She saw her red-haired friend smile down on her and she knew that she would make an excellent mistress. She knew that her friend was proud of her ability to control a man.
"You are going to be just fine," Jenny said softly.
The redhead moved onto her knees next to the blonde. She put her fingers on Cindy's sweet face and turned it so that she could look at the girl, even as Cindy was fucked by that cock, even as Cindy slapped that golden-haired stud.
"You are going to be excellent," she said, feeling a little bit like a proud teacher with an excellent student. "You are going to be so good for him. I know that I will be leaving him in good hands."
And then the young, blonde man moaned under Cindy.
"I am going to come, Mistress. Oh, God, I am going to come."
And Cindy looked down at him and grabbed one of his blond locks and yanked on it.
The naked, young man screamed in pain and the girl snarled at him.
"Come. Come, you bastard. Let that little worm of yours come in my pussy. Then, maybe, I will be able to feel something."
And the young man groaned and bucked under her and started to come deep in her pussy.
It was then that Cindy started to come too. She threw her head back and pulled on his hair and lied to him.
"I still don't feel anything. I don't feel anything at all."
But what Cindy felt was an orgasm, the best orgasm of her life, sweeping through her body like some kind of victorious army.
And Cindy still felt victorious as she moved off the cock, her orgasm over and his orgasm over too. She moved over the grass and looked up at Jenny and smiled.
"Thank you," she said to her red-haired friend.
"You were great," the other girl said. "He is going to be in good hands."
But then Jenny turned and snarled at the young man again.
"You better get it up, stud shit," she said. "You better get it up again. You still have one more mistress to fuck this afternoon."
And the young man grabbed his cock and started to work on it again.
And Cindy and Jenny glanced at each other and smiled. They knew that they were very much alike there in those woods.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Do you think that I am a mindless, little cunt, Ron?"
Debbie was sitting in the bedroom with Ron Calhoun, her high school English teacher. She was still wearing her panties. And she looked up at the man with her blue eyes.
What Kevin and Tim had said about her still bothered her, and she had come to her teacher for some kind of answers, some kind of solace.
Still, he had wanted to fuck her, since his wife was out shopping that afternoon.
And she figured that she would trade him a fuck for the answers that she needed.
Ron Calhoun stood over her in his shorts. He was a good-looking young man with dark brown hair that fell over his forehead. He was thin and he looked even more boyish than some of the guys that he taught. But Debbie glanced at that bulge in his shorts and knew that there was one part of Ron that was not boyish at all.
She smiled at that part of him, and she repeated her question in a soft voice.
Then the English teacher chuckled at his own joke. He moved his hand over that bulge in his shorts and he added, "Plus a nice mouth. I get harder when you suck my cock than I do with any female, except for Marsha, of course."
Marsha was his sexy, blonde wife. Debbie had seen that woman around town, and she had often wondered why Ron Calhoun played around with teenaged girls when he had a wife like that.
But this was no time to ask him questions about his own life. She was interested in her life, in what she had to offer to anyone.
"Am I just a sexual object, Ron?" she asked.
Ron Calhoun sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her bare leg.
"Yeah," he said. "When it comes right down to it, Debbie, that is all that you are."
Debbie knew that her teacher was telling her the truth. She felt empty inside, and she wondered if she should cry or something like that. That was typical of her, she thought. She could not even decide if she wanted to cry.
But then Ron Calhoun explained himself a little more.
"Listen, Debbie, there are a lot of girls who would love to be thought of as sexual objects, a lot of girls who envy you because you can get just about any guy that you want."
"Really?" she asked, turning and looking into Ron's eyes.
"Bet your sweet ass, Debbie. Just think of all those girls in your class who are fat or ugly. They never get asked out on dates. They never get to fuck any guys at all. They look at you and they would give up all the grades that they made in classes for just one weekend like the kind of weekends that you have. And then there are the other girls, the ones who look okay but who are hung up about sex. Those girls are filled with turmoil. I know. They have often talked to me about the troubles that they have. They want to fuck guys and suck cocks, but they are afraid to do that. They don't think that it is right, because they have been taught that it isn't right. But then they have those feelings, those feelings that every girl has, and they think that they are doing something wrong because they have those feelings. They would give anything to be as free from guilt at you are, Debbie. Sure you are a sex object and little more, but that is more than those girls could ever be."
"Oh," the little blonde said.
"And you do have fun screwing all those guys," he said. "You can't tell me that it isn't fun for you."
"Well, it is fun. Until this afternoon when those guys said that I was just a mindless little cunt."
"Debbie," Ron said, "the reason why it was not fun this afternoon was because they did not take any care with you. That was wrong. Most guys do take care to get you sort of hot before they fuck you, don't they?"
"Yeah," the blonde said. "Most guys take a little bit of time at least."
"And it hurt too because it was something new for you. The next time that some guy calls you a name like that, it will not hurt you nearly as much."
"No," the blonde said. "I guess that it won't."
Ron Calhoun turned the girl slightly with his hands and then he moved those hands over her little tits. He massaged her softness there and she moaned. As she shivered there, he gave her one last bit of advice.
"Just relax and enjoy it, Debbie," he said. "That way no guy could ever hurt you. I know that I will never hurt you, but I sure would like to fuck with you right now, Debbie."
"Oh, Ron," she whimpered. "You can. Believe me. You can fuck with me anyway you like."
And then the girl toppled back onto the bed and Ron Calhoun moved his hands down her slim body. He ran his fingers over her flesh and she shivered and whimpered when he did that.
And, when his felt his experienced fingers under her panties, she lifted her hips slightly and let the teacher pull those panties down her legs, exposing her light-haired muff. When those panties were off her legs, she spread them wide.
"Tell you what, Debbie," the teacher said. "Move around there on the bed and I will eat you out. That will sort of make up for the hurt that those guys caused you, won't it, Debbie?"
"Oh, yes," the girl whimpered. "It will make up for the hurt."
The little cheerleader moved into the middle of the bed and spread her legs.
The male teacher stood up quickly and pushed his own shorts down and stepped out of them.
Then he joined Debbie there on the bed. She looked at him and she made her request.
"Start with my tits, if you would, Mister Calhoun," she said. "That will make me feel good, if you work me up sort of slow-like. You know?"
"Sure, Debbie," he said, massaging her breasts. "You have nice tits. I like to work with them."
The girl sighed as the naked man moved over her. He moved his fingers around her nipples. That touch was both soft and hard at the same time and it thrilled her. Then he lowered his face to one of her nipples and flicked at that pink skin with his tongue. She whimpered when he did that and moved her fingers through his dark brown hair and down his back.
The man worked his tongue around the pink swirl of flesh and felt it grow wet and bumpy under his touch.
And then he sucked that nipple into his lips. While he sucked on that nipple, he worked his fingers over the other one. He thrilled her with his fingers as he thrilled her with his mouth.
And he felt the naked girl churning under him.
Mindless, little cunt, he thought. She was that, but she was also a sweet, hot thing.
It was wrong of those boys to do things to her that were brutal. Debbie was not very intelligent. She was almost child-like and the teacher knew that. He knew that children deserved sweet and slow touches, the kind of touches that would thrill them and get them ready for their lust.
Finally, he took his mouth and his fingers off her nipples and he moved further down her body. While he did that, she ran her fingers through his hair, and he could tell that he was thrilling her, was making up for the hurt that those other boys had caused her.
Ron Calhoun licked her stomach with that quick tongue. He moved down her body and stopped to move that tongue deep into her little, girlish navel. That made Debbie jerk just a bit. Then she sighed to him.
"Ahhhhhhhh, Mister Calhoun, that feels so good. That makes up for the hurt real good."
And the teacher smiled up at her and then moved down over her light-colored cunt hair.
She was just a teenager. Her twat was not that hairy. But it was sweet. He ran his tongue f through that hair and she tossed slightly there on the bed. He thought about his wife's hair. That was tasty too, but it was like a forest. Marsha was a mature and sexy woman.
And Ron could smell the aroma that came up to him from Debbie's wet and juicy cunt.
He moved his finger over those quivering cunt lips and she sighed and tossed when he did that.
He slipped that finger into her snatch and she gasped a little and bucked against it as if it were a cock. And she spoke to him with her girlish lust showing in her voice.
"Ohhhhhhh, Mister Calhoun, that feels good. That is not like those other guys at all. That makes me feel wonderful. Give it to me, Mister Calhoun."
And he finger-fucked her for a moment, working that finger in and out of her sweetness.
He smelled the wet and wonderful smell that came to her, and then he pulled his finger out of her pussy. When he did that, she looked down and he smiled at her and put that finger that had been there in her cunt into his mouth. He sucked on it.
Then he let that finger out of his mouth with a little pop.
"You are so sweet, Debbie," he said. "Sweet as candy. Sweet as pie."
Debbie grinned at him. She always liked it when some man said that she was sweet.
And then the girl lay back there on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could. She knew what Ron Calhoun would do next. He would invade her sweetness with his tongue and he would really make her quake inside, quake with sweetness and lust.
He put his mouth against that pussy and he spread the lips with his fingers. He drove his tongue into her.
And Debbie gasped and threw her legs over the man's shoulders. He watched with pleasure as she started to knead her own breasts. She was already feeling the delight, he thought, and that made him very proud of her.
And it made him proud of himself too, because he was giving her this tongue-lashing that thrilled her teenaged soul so much.
The teacher moved his hands up over her body and continued to touch her, to thrill her.
And his tongue went deep into her pussy. She moved against that tongue with little fucking jerks.
And her pussy seemed tight around his tongue as he worked it in and out of her.
He kept watching her as he did that, saw her toss her head from side to side. He liked the way that that looked, and he liked knowing that he was. doing that for her.
He pulled his tongue out of her cunt and he struck her clitoris with his tongue.
Whenever he did that, she gasped with a sexual charge that went through her girlish body.
And he knew that she needed that charge to make her feel good that afternoon. And that charge was making him feel good too. The juice from her pussy rolled down his throat, and the lips of her pussy were puffy with need.
And then Ron Calhoun sucked that clitoris into his lips and tugged on it. As he did that, he moved his hands up over her body and held her down. She sighed to him again.
"Ohhhhhhh! Bite it! Suck it! Do whatever you want to do with it, Mister Calhoun!"
And the teacher knew that she was really climbing then, was surrendering to him and to all of her passions. That was just the way that his sexy wife acted when she was moving toward the peak of her passion. She would let him do anything that he wanted to do to her clit.
Ron Caldwell took the clit into his teeth and chewed on it, rolled it around in his teeth as a cowboy would roll around a chaw of tobacco.
And the electric shocks went through her mind and her body. She tensed her body and twisted when he did that to her. She knew that she was going to come.
As she felt those shocks, those spasms of delight, she thought about the phrase: Mindless, little cunt.
And she knew that her teacher was right. There were girls who would give anything to be that.
It was then that Debbie determined to give herself up to all of the adventurous sex that she could have.
It was, after all, the one thing in life that she was truly sure of. She knew that she enjoyed that and she wanted to continue to fuck and suck and have fun in bed for the rest of her life. The rest of the decisions meant little, but the sexual decision, the opting for freedom, meant everything to the little cheerleader.
And then she started to come. She gasped and she sighed with the orgasm that shot through her and Ron Calhoun continued to suck on her clit and bite it and chew it and make her feel very, very good there in his bed.
She pressed her cunt against his face and massaged her own tits and she came.
He seemed to know what she was doing. He worked her through her orgasm, and then, when she was finished with that, he let her go and moved up on the bed next to her.
He turned her and kissed her passionately.
She opened her mouth and he ran his tongue into her.
When she was relaxed again, she moved her hand down Ron Calhoun's naked body. She took his prick in her hand and she started to massage it as she grinned at her teacher.
"Now me," she said. "Now I will do you."
"Sure," the teacher said. "Anything that you want, sweet thing."
Ron lay back on the bed and stretched his arms over his head. His body was coated with a glistening layer of perspiration. She moved her mouth to one of his male nipples and licked that perspiration from the spot. Then she grinned up at him. She looked at that dark hair that grew under his arms. She moved her face to his armpits and she licked and smelled that wonderful, male aroma of his body.
The man chuckled deep in his throat when Debbie did that. She threw her leg over his body and he sighed when he felt the softness of her inner thigh against his rising prick.
Ron Calhoun had taken his time with her, she thought.
She should take her time with him too. She smiled down on him as she slipped over his body. She kissed his mouth and then she worked her lips over his face and his throat too.
And then she smiled at him again and moved her body down his slowly. She could feel his male hardness under the wetness of her pussy, and she knew that he could feel her too.
That pressure that she was applying to his hardness would turn him on, she thought. But she would do even more to arouse him, to make him ready for this fuck.
The girl was as light as a feather on his body, Ron thought.
He raised his hands and massaged her tits as she smiled down at him and purred to him.
"Mister Calhoun," she said, "I am going to give you the best cock-sucking that you have ever had."
And the man groaned and knew that she could do it too. She had soft lips that seemed to be made for sucking pricks.
She moved down over his body. She licked his muscled stomach. She rammed her tongue into his navel, as he had rammed his tongue into hers just a few minutes before.
And the young man groaned and jerked when she did that.
Then she moved her tongue through the soft, dark hair that grew on the lower part of his stomach. As she did that, Debbie felt the prick quickening and rising under her and she reached down and grabbed it and stroked on that organ.
A few seconds later, she was looking down on that hardening spear of flesh.
She glanced back up at Ron. He was staring down at her and the little cheerleader knew that the teacher probably expected her to impale her head on that cock at that moment.
But she had something else in mind. Ron Calhoun had made her wait. She would make him wait a little longer and please him even more.
Debbie pressed his cock back against his stomach and let his balls pop out to greet her.
Then she moved her face close to those balls and she licked them with her quick and eager tongue.
She liked the way that the balls grew tight under her tongue. She liked the way that the little hairs on those sacs seemed to stand up for her touch.
She opened her mouth wide and she let those balls move into her.
Then she tightened her lips around the base of those sacs and she started to hum.
When she did that, Ron Calhoun tossed as if he were going crazy. But he moaned to Debbie and let her know that she was pleasing him, thrilling him with her humming.
"Ohhhhhhh, Jesus, Debbie. That feels so fucking good. Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
She hummed the quick and sexy little tune that came into her mind.
And then she opened her mouth wide and let the balls pop out of her again.
She smiled up at him and she winked. She grasped the pole of flesh that was his cock and she pulled it up. She held onto that pole as if it were a life-preserver and she was a drowning girl.
Then she licked the inside of his thigh. He had those sexy little hairs there too.
"God, Debbie," the man moaned. "If you don't hurry, I am going to come in your hand."
Then the little cheerleading blonde moved' up over the cock. She kissed the rosy tip of the thing and she spoke to her teacher.
"No," she said, "I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to come and let me swallow every bit of your load."
"Oh, yes, Debbie," the man said. "Do it. Do it. Suck that cock and let me come in your mouth." His words came out in little gasps that she loved.
She kissed the tip of his organ again with her soft, cheerleading lips.
And then she stuck out her tongue and she licked that piss slit there.
She kept massaging the cock as she did that, moving the skin back and forth on the organ.
And then the teenager decided that her teacher had waited long enough.
She moved her mouth over his cock and she let it slip into her. She tightened her lips around it just below its base and she moved her fingers over the balls, exciting the man even more.
And then the man groaned and shoved his hips up. She loosened her lips just enough to let more of that organ slide into her mouth.
Then she started to work up and down on that thing, moving her lips over the prick with zest and with experienced glee. She felt the cock throbbing in her mouth.
And Ron Calhoun moaned with pleasure in his voice.
"Oh, Debbie, you suck cock so fucking well. I want to come in your mouth."
And Debbie sucked with even more glee when he said that. She wanted the same thing. She wanted to taste his sweet man-come. She wanted to feel its heat and its sexiness spurting down her throat. That would make her feel better again, she thought.
It would make her feel so much better, so much softer. It would prove to her once and for all that there was something good about being a mindless, little cunt.
And then the girl thought that she would be using her mouth, not her cunt to make him come.
And that would mean that those two guys that afternoon would have sold her short.
She had tits and a mouth and a thousand other things that could thrill a man, and Ron Calhoun would know that, even though Kevin and Tim never would.
Debbie took her mouth off the throbbing organ. She ran her tongue around the fat tip of the prick and then she moved that tongue down the side of the shaft. She flicked her tongue against the flesh and then she pressed her teeth against it.
As she did that, Ron Calhoun moaned and squirmed there on the bed.
"Oh, Debbie," he said. "You are something terrific. You are the best cheerleader I have ever fucked."
Debbie glanced up at him. She kept stroking on his man-gland as she asked the question.
"Have you fucked others, Mister Calhoun?"
"Yes. Yes. But you are the best," he groaned, thrashing around there on the bed.
She wondered what other girls he had fucked. But she did not think that this was the time to ask such a question. She just smiled and then she went back to sucking on his flesh. She put her lips over the tip of his cock and then she stroked on his prick.
"Oh, Debbie, suck it!" the man yelped. "Suck it. Suck it. Suck it."
And then he raised his hips and he started to come, to spurt his juice out of his cock.
"Oh, Debbie!" he yelled, reaching down and grabbing her head. "Oh, Debbie, that is great!"
And she felt those explosions in her mouth too. She felt the man's come spurting down her throat. She swallowed that come, and she took more and more of it.
The cheerleader milked Ron Calhoun for all that he was worth.
And then, when the sucking was over, she took her mouth off his cock. He looked at her and he saw some of his cream glistening on her mouth. He thought that she looked very sweet that way.
Then she licked her lips and took that last bit of cream into her.
And she lay down next to her teacher and put her arms over his chest.
"Thank you, Mister Calhoun," she said. "This is what I really needed to make me feel better."
"Thank you, Debbie," the man said. "You were great. Absolutely great."
"Yeah. She looked great too," a woman's voice said.
Debbie sat up with a jerk and saw the blonde woman come out of the shadows of the hallway. She stepped into the bedroom. Debbie recognized the woman and wondered if that woman was going to beat the shit out of her.
But Ron Calhoun just chuckled and spoke to his wife in an easy tone.
"Hi, Marsha. Glad you got back in time to see this," he said.
"I'm glad I got back too," she said. "Is there room for one more?"
Ron Calhoun looked at the cheerleader who sat there on the bed and asked her.
"Is there room for one more, Debbie? Would you mind if my sexy wife joined us in bed?"
Debbie just stared at the blonde. She had big tits and a sweet, pale face.
And her smile was sweet too. Debbie turned to the teacher who lay there next to her and she asked the question.
"Has she ever joined you and another cheerleader?" she asked.
The teacher thought about it for a moment and then he finally told her.
"No. Not a cheerleader. She has joined me and other girls. But she has never been in bed with another cheerleader. You would be the first cheerleader, Debbie."
Then the little blonde looked at the blonde wife again.
She smiled and nodded her head. "Okay," she said, "since I am the first cheerleader, I guess that that makes me sort of special."
"I guess that it does," Ron Calhoun said. "Yeah, I am sure that it does."
And Marsha Calhoun started to take off her clothes. Debbie sat there on the bed and watched the wife as she did that. She did feel special. The woman kept smiling at her while she stripped. Marsha Calhoun had deep dimples when she smiled.
And Debbie thought that that made her look even more sweet.
When Marsha was naked, she moved onto the bed with her husband and the cheerleader.
First, she kissed her husband and smiled at him.
"From the way that you looked," she said, "it seems that Debbie here turned you on pretty good."
"She did," the husband said. "She really did."
Then Marsha looked at Debbie. Her eyes sparkled with merry passion.
"Do you think that she could make me feel that good, Ron?" she asked her husband.
And Debbie knew what the woman was suggesting there.
She felt a sexy, little chill go through her body as she looked at Marsha.
Debbie had never thought of doing it with another female, even though she had heard that some girls did do it together. She had always been satisfied with just men.
But now she looked at Marsha's big tits and her furry pussy and she yearned to do it with this woman. The little cheerleader remembered the advice that the teacher had given her. She was to look upon life as one great, sexual adventure.
And the girl knew that, if she was really going to be sexually adventurous, she would not be able to turn a sexy woman such as this one down.
She smiled at Marsha.
"I can make you feel real good," she said with a little wink.
And the sexy, big-titted blonde moved back on the bed. Debbie crawled over Ron's naked body. She knew that it would thrill him too, to watch and she smiled at Ron as she moved over his body.
"Your wife is very sexy," she said softly to her teacher. "I have always thought so."
And then the girl moved into the woman's arms. Marsha held her close and the two blondes-one a mature, sexy woman and the other a high school, teenaged cheerleader-looked into each other's eyes. They smiled at each other and Debbie felt Marsha's soft body against her own and thought that this would be very easy indeed. She put her lips on the woman's and kissed her passionately. Both of the females opened their mouths and their tongues moved back and forth, chasing each other, tumbling over each other. That wonderful kissing made Debbie feel even softer in Marsha Calhoun's arms.
When the kiss was over, Debbie pulled away from Marsha and spoke to her in a soft voice.
"Do you like making it with girls like me, Marsha?"
"Of course I do, Silly," the woman said, touching her finger to Debbie's nose.
And then the woman settled back and started to tell the nnaked cheerleader a story.
"When I was a teenager," she said, "about your age, I had a sexy, little lover named Rita. She had short, red hair and she was so sweet. She used to lie on top of me at night when I would come over to spend the night with her. She would he there and kiss me for hours. And her body felt so good lying next to mine. I never felt so good after that until I found Ron here. He was the only person who turned me on as much as Rita did."
Debbie felt that that was a little challenge. She wanted to turn Marsha on too. She wanted to be the new Rita in that woman's life.
She kissed one of Marsha's dimples and she whispered to the woman.
"I want to suck your clit, sweet woman," she said.
"Oh, believe me, Debbie, I won't stop you."
Debbie turned and looked at Ron. He was lying on his side, tugging on his meat.
Yes, the girl thought, the teacher would definitely be turned on by what she was going to do to his wife. She smiled at him and winked and then she moved over Marsha's body.
She lay on top of that woman and she started to churn a little.
Then she moved down the woman's body. She felt those big, sexy tits heaving under her.
And the girl moved her face down to one of the woman's tits. She raised that tit with her hand and she ran her tongue over the nipple. That flesh was sweet. In fact, it seemed to Debbie that she had never tasted anything so sweet before in her life.
Debbie sucked that nipple into her lips and started to work on it. Marsha moaned as the girl continued to move her naked body on top of the woman's and suck that tit at the same time.
And a softness entered the girl's head as the woman touched her scalp and ran her fingers down the girl's neck. That caused a shiver to go through Debbie's spine.
She took her mouth off that nipple and turned and glanced at the man who lay there, playing with his prick. She smiled at him again and then she turned her attention back to his wife.
As Debbie worked her way down that woman's body, Marsha raised her legs and moved her cunt against the girl's stomach. That gave Debbie a queasy thrill.
As the cheerleader moved over the woman's stomach, licking and kissing her, she thought that she would please the woman with her mouth and tongue, in the same way that she had pleased the teacher with her mouth and tongue.
And that would prove something, Debbie thought.
That would prove again that she was more than just a cunt.
That would prove that she had a lot of things that she could use to give a person sexual pleasure, that she could use on her sexual adventures.
That was very much what the girl wanted to prove at that moment.
She moved down over the woman's cunt and she licked that thick mat of hair. She took a deep breath and she smelled the aroma of that pussy too.
It was an aroma that was like flowers to the girl, sweet and tangy in her nostrils.
And then the girl moved her head between the woman's legs. She spread Marsha's pussy lips and the woman jerked with that touch.
Debbie looked deep into Marsha's pinkness. Then she raised up and spoke to the teacher in a soft and eager voice.
"Your wife is very pink in there. I have never licked out another female, but I am going to enjoy licking her out, Ron."
And the teacher just smiled and continued to tug on his cock.
Debbie knew that he would be ready to fuck both her and Marsha when the two females were finished with each other.
Debbie pressed her face close to that pussy and drove her tongue into Marsha.
The woman jerked with the pleasure that swarmed over her body.
And Debbie continued to lick her, to give her what she really needed. She rammed her tongue deep into that cunt and then she pulled it out and started to work on the clit.
She licked it and sucked it and bit it and chewed it. She gave the wife everything that the husband had given to her before.
And she knew that Marsha loved it, just as she had loved it when Ron had done it to her.
And everything seemed to be a new adventure for the girl. She determined that she would continue the adventure with every sexy man and woman that she found. It was something that she owed to herself and to these others.
She would be more than just a mindless, little cunt. She would be a complete, sexual woman. That would make her life worthwhile, she thought, and that would make her life interesting-both to herself and the others that she would meet.
When she felt Marsha move her legs over her bare" shoulders, when she felt the tension run through Marsha's body, she knew that she was doing it right, doing it as well as that girl from the woman's past.
And that made everything worthwhile to Debbie.
CHAPTER SIX
Terri was a little surprised when Tom showed up that afternoon. She was naked in her living room with her aunt when she heard that car pull up outside. She looked out the window and saw Tom bouncing out of his car.
Tom was a guy from her high school, a guy with dark hair and flashy, good looks.
But Terri had never fucked Tom. She had never even gone out with him. So she wondered what he was doing there now. He knocked on the door and Terri turned and looked at her naked, sexy aunt.
"It is a boy from my high school," she muttered.
Nina just smiled and turned on her side. She asked the question with a smile on her face. "Is he a stud?"
"I don't know," Terri said. "I never did it with him."
"Well, invite him in. I think that the two of us together can give him a real good time."
Terri stood very still for a second. She wondered what Tom would think if he saw them like that, Terri and her sexy, young aunt naked. And then she wondered how she would feel about sharing Nina with anyone.
But, finally, the girl figured that she would have to do that.
She remembered that Nina had been in prison for years, that she had been without a man.
When she heard Tom knock on the door again, she called out to him.
"Be there in a minute!"
And she ran to her bedroom and picked up a robe. She put it on and she walked toward the front door. She would have to do this for her aunt. She remembered that the woman had been very lonely without a man around.
And she had heard stories that Tom was really very good as a fucking stud.
She closed the robe about her body, and she pulled the door open. She smiled at him.
"Oh, hi, Tom," she said, "how are you doing?"
Tom looked at her. He figured that she was naked under that robe. And he felt suddenly very embarrassed. He wondered if he had caught this girl in the middle of something, wondered if some other high school guy was in there with her at that moment.
But she was smiling, so he thought that she seemed happy to see him.
"Hi, Terri," he said. "I hope that I did not disturb you or something."
She glanced toward the living room where her aunt was lying naked on the floor.
"No, Tom," she said, smiling at him again, "I am very happy to see you. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Terri, I was just driving by and I wondered if you would like to go out tonight. I know that it's short notice, and-"
"Oh, Tom," the girl said. "I am really sorry. I have planned a party for tonight with the other cheerleaders. Maybe tomorrow night, okay?"
"Sure," the young man said, looking over that body that she had hidden in that robe and smiling. "Tomorrow night would be grand."
Then Terri opened the door a little wider. "Would you like to come in and keep me company for a while, Tom?" she asked.
And he could tell by the sparkle in this girl's eyes that she wanted more than company.
Tom felt his cock growing hard in his pants. He nodded his head and he wondered why he had never asked this sexy piece of girl flesh out before.
She seemed so eager, and he thought that she would be an ideal fuck in many ways.
He moved into the hallway. Terri closed the front door behind him and took his arm and led him into the living room. That was when Tom stopped and gasped.
There was a naked and sexy woman lying there on the floor. She was looking up at Tom and smiling and she had her legs spread so that he could see the glistening pinkness of her pussy.
"Wow," he muttered. "I mean, I didn't know, Terri, that you had company."
Terri pulled off her robe and let it drop on the floor. When he saw her naked body, his cock got even harder. Tom was not sure what was going on here in this room.
But he knew one thing for certain: he knew that he wanted to be a part of it.
"Wow," he said again, looking at Terri's naked, sexy form.
And then he felt a little silly just saying that one thing over and over again.
Terri pointed at the woman on the floor and smiled at Tom.
"This is my aunt," she said. "Her name is Nina and she and I have already made love this afternoon. It was grand, Tom, but now we would like to have you join us."
The young man put his hand on his brow. He thought that he was going to pass out.
Terri said all of this in such a matter-of-fact way, he thought. He kept looking at her naked body and then at the other female's naked body. He wanted to join them, but he was having trouble moving, getting his bearings in this new, up-front, sexual world into which Terri had ushered him.
But the dark-haired, big-titted teenager moved toward him and smiled at him as she touched the front of his shirt with her fingers. She started to unbutton that shirt and she said, "Let me help you with your clothes, Tom."
She had that shirt open in a matter of seconds. Then she grinned and ran her fingers down over the crotch of his trousers. She felt the hardness there and she leaned forward and kissed Tom's chest. He had some hair there, something that was unusual for a teenaged boy. But she licked that hair. She stuck out her tongue and moved it through the hair slowly. And Tom moaned as she did that. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." .
Terri pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor.
Then he turned and he looked at that other naked woman there on the floor. He smiled at her and she smiled and moved her fingers over her pussy.
She touched her clitoris and pursed her lips and sighed to him softly.
"Oh, Tom, fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhh. I want you to fuck my hot, hot cunt."
And then the young man gasped a little. He wanted to fuck her too. He did not even know her, but he wanted to slam that pink pussy with his dork.
He felt a cold tension run through his body. When he looked back at Terri, she was kneeling naked before him. She was opening his jeans and Tom smiled down on her as she did that.
She opened his belt and his jeans and then she pushed those jeans and his shorts down his legs at the same time. His cock sprang out at her. She looked up at him and she winked.
"You got a good one, Tom," she said. "A real good one."
"Here," he said, moving back and almost stumbling. "Let me get this stuff off. Let me get naked too. Okay?"
"Okay," the naked teenager chirped. "Then I will suck your cock and get you ready for Nina."
Tom looked at the woman and then he looked at the girl again.
He thought that that was an ideal combination. He would go along with anything that Terri suggested.
The teenaged stud kicked off his shoes and then he pushed his pants down. He got out of them quickly, and without much grace. But he knew that these two women were not interested in grace. They were interested in his naked body and in his fucking ability.
When he was naked, he moved toward Terri again. He stood there before her.
The teenaged cheerleader move her fingers up the inside of the boy's legs. He sighed when she touched him with that fluttering.
He looked down on the girl and he asked the question.
"You really made it with her, Terri?" he asked.
"Yep," the girl said proudly. "She lapped my cunt and I lapped hers too."
"Wow," Tom said again. And then he felt foolish again for saying it.
And then Terri wrapped her fingers around his cock and started to stroke it. She winked at him and then she turned her attention to his prick. She stuck out her tongue and licked it with a long and sexy movement of her tongue.
The young man moaned when she did that and threw his hips out slightly.
Nina sat up there on the floor and looked at the way that her niece was working on the young stud.
She could tell that Terri really knew what she was doing, and she thought that there was a great deal of joy in Terri's style now. She thought that she might have added to the joy that Terri felt as she licked on that cock.
At least, she hoped that she had added to the joy, had opened Terri up to experience.
Terri moved her mouth over the tip of the organ and pressed her lips around that thing.
And the young stud moaned again as she did that, moaned with desire deep in his throat.
Then Terri moved her face closer to the hair on Tom's body and she took more of that prick into her. Her aunt sat there and smiled at the girl did that.
Nina could feel her own cunt bubbling with juicy passion. She remembered that her niece was preparing this young man for her, and she thought that she was very lucky to have such a niece, such a considerate and sexy girl in her family.
Nina moved her finger over her clit as she watched her niece work with that young man.
And she sighed as the sexy feelings enveloped her like a fog.
She sighed as Tom sighed and their sexy sounds mingled together in the still air of that living room.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Tom said.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Nina moaned.
The only person in the room who was not sighing was Terri. And she could not sigh because she had a mouth filled with manly cock.
As she sucked on that cock, Terri moved her fingers up and down the back of Tom's thighs. She listened to the moaning in the room and she felt good, because she knew that she was there with two sexy, turned-on people and she was preparing one of them for the other one.
She moved her fingers over Tom's buns and pressed that flesh with a girlish, strong motion.
And she felt that cock grow in her mouth. She moved her mouth off the rod and she licked the flesh with her tongue. Then she opened her mouth and put that cock back in there and tightened her lips around the flesh.
As she did that, she listened to Tom as he moaned.
"Oh, God, this girl is great! She sucks cock so well!"
"Yes," the aunt on the floor said. "I can see that she does."
And then Terri took her mouth off the prick. She could tell that it was hard and ready to fuck. She grasped the pole in one hand and kissed its end tenderly.
Then she moved away from the naked, teenaged stud.
She looked up at Tom and she said, "Go get her. Go fuck my sexy aunt."
The young man turned slowly. Nina studied the way that that prick came out from his body. She thought that it looked very manly and very strong. As he approached her slowly, Nina's cunt started to quake with desire.
She did want to fuck this young man. It had been so long since she had really fucked a cock that well. All of the loneliness that had lived with her when she was in prison seemed to disappear as the young man came toward her and dropped onto his knees between her outstretched legs.
Nina reached down and grabbed his prick. She raised herself up and touched his young and masculine face. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her passionately as she stroked on his cock, letting the strength of that thing invade her.
When Nina opened her mouth, Tom rammed his tongue into her and Nina sucked on that tongue, all the time working her hand over the male flesh that he offered to her.
And then she broke the kiss and lay back on the floor. She raised her hips slightly and she purred to the young man.
"Fuck me, Tom. Fuck me like there was no tomorrow."
And Tom moved his cock into the lips of her pussy. When he invaded her with that first inch or two, she gasped and she sighed. Then she yelped at him with sexual frenzy in her voice.
"Oh, Tom, slam it to me! Fuck me hard and deep, you stud!"
And the young man ran his hands over her body, felt her large and sexy tits.
Then he slammed his prick deep into her love canal, feeling its tightness and its moistness around him. He groaned when he did that, let the guttural growl escape from deep in his throat.
And then he started to fuck her, to move in and out of her with passion.
"Ahhhhhhhh," the woman sighed. "That feels so good. You are such a stud."
Terri moved close to the fucking, naked couple on the floor. She watched with interest as Tom worked his cock in and out of her aunt's pussy. She wondered why she had never fucked him. She could tell by the way that her aunt was tossing about on the floor, could tell by the way that her face was turning red with lust, that Tom was a good fuck, a masterful stud.
Terri hoped that she would get a chance with him soon.
She sensed that Tom would be better than any of those other boys who had left her unsatisfied.
And she could tell too that her aunt was a good fuck. Tom was gasping and grimacing.
The teenager figured that Nina was using her pussy skill to give him a good screwing, that she was probably tightening her pussy muscles around his cock as he drove in and out of her.
She was trying to entrap him, and Terri knew from her own experience that studs liked that kind of entrapment.
And then Tom reached down and lifted Nina up into his arms.
The muscles in his biceps flexed with male power when he did that.
Nina wrapped her arms and her legs around his young body and she held herself close to him.
And she fucked away with fever and power. She bounced on Tom's sturdy cock.
Terri watched this and wanted to be a part of it. She moved behind Tom and she raised up on her knees. She pressed her tits against his back and the young man shivered and moaned when she did that.
"Ahhhhhhh, trapped by woman flesh," he said. "That feels so good."
And Terri figured that it did feel good to be trapped like that.
She moved her tits against his back and felt the perspiration there as the man bounced with her aunt. Nina was moaning and sighing and tossing her head back. And then Tom groaned to both of the females there in that living room.
"I am coming. Oh, my god, I am coming."
And Terri whispered to him with her voice hoarse with anxious, girlish passion.
"Come in her, Tom," she said. "Come in Nina's hot, hot pussy."
The teenager sensed that her aunt needed that orgasm, that male come in her system.
Terri thought that male come might be able to wash away all of the loneliness that Nina had felt during her years of imprisonment.
And then Tom let out another one of those guttural growls and he started to spurt, to come like a wild volcano into Nina's hot, sweet pussy.
And the woman rocked on his body, on his cock, and she came too.
Terri could tell that her aunt was coming because of the frenzied gasping and twisting that Nina was going through. That was a sure sign of feminine orgasm.
And Terri thought that her aunt looked very sweet when she was coming like that, with that male cock stuck deep in her pussy, deep in her soul.
When their mutual orgasms were over, Tom lifted the woman off his cock and gently laid her down again on the floor. Nina lay there, gasping and sighing. She felt as if she were really free now.
Tom looked at the naked woman and then he looked at Terri.
He smiled at the naked teenager.
"I hope I get a chance to fuck you too," he said.
"Sure thing, Tom," the girl said."I want you to fuck me good."
Terri reached out and touched his spent cock. She felt the wetness on that prick, and she knew that, in a few moments, he would be ready to fuck again.
The naked teenager moved toward the young man and gave him a slow, tongue-twisting kiss.
And then she moved away from the man and smiled at him.
She was glad that she had found Tom in this way. She was glad that she had been given this stud on this afternoon. She looked down at her aunt and she spoke to Nina softly. "He is good, isn't he, Nina?" she asked. "Very good."
The aunt answered in a moan as she ran her hands over her naked, damp body.
"I think that I will really enjoy fucking with him," Terri said.
"Yes, you will. You have been opened up now," Nina said, "and Tom is quite a stud."
Opened up now.
The phrase rang in the girl's head. Yes, she thought, she had been opened up now.
She thought that her lust session with her aunt had really opened her up. Now she would be able to enjoy all kinds of sex, really enjoy fucking and sucking and doing all the things that teenaged girls were supposed to do.
The three naked people looked at each other. And then they all three jerked when they heard the rough knock on the door.
"Open up!" a man yelled from outside the door. "Police!"
Terri and Nina knew what was going on, knew why the police were there.
They had come for Nina, the escapee.
"How do you think they found out that I was here?" the woman asked softly.
"I don't know. I don't guess it makes much difference," Terri answered with a murmur.
"I won't go back, Terri. I won't go back to prison. I will go out in a blaze of bullets first."
"I know," the niece said with a soft and sad feeling in her head.
"What is going on here?" Tom asked.
"Open up! Police! Open up!"
And the banging on the door grew louder. Nina and Terri looked at each other. Neither one of them answered Tom's question.
They would have to move quickly. They both knew that.
But it was Nina that came up with the idea. She jumped to her feet and she spoke to her niece.
"I will head out the back door, Terri. That way they can give me the bullets out there. You and Tom will not be in any danger."
But Terri was on her feet too in just an instant.
"No," the niece said, "I want to be an outlaw girl. I want to go with you."
"We will not get away, Terri," the aunt said with a gasp.
"That does not matter, Nina. I want to be with you."
Nina could not argue with the girl. There was no time to do that.
Instead, the naked woman turned and ran for the back door of the house.
Terri followed her, naked too. She would go out in a blaze of bullets with her aunt. She had already decided that.
And Tom just sat there on the floor and tried to figure out what was going on.
Nina knew that the policemen would not be stupid. They would have the back door covered too.
When she dashed through that door, she yelled at the ones out there.
"Fucking coppers! Come and get me, Coppers!"
And the blaze of bullets started. The naked, escaped woman was tossed about by the bullets.
But she continued to struggle and to run.
Terri, at the back door, stopped and looked at her falling, bleeding, naked aunt.
And she wondered if she would really have the courage to go out there and fall and bleed and die too. Then she remembered the outlaw fantasy that she had had, and she remembered that her aunt had given her so much.
She opened the back door and she made a dash for the bullets too.
By that time, Tom was coming toward her, screaming at her.
"Terri! Don't! I haven't gotten a chance to fuck you yet! You have much to live for!"
But he was too late. The naked girl did not hear him.
The cheerleader screamed at the policemen out there in hiding.
"I am going to gun you all down, coppers!"
And the small-town policemen did not stop to see that the naked girl was unarmed, as her naked aunt had been unarmed too.
They blazed away with their guns, and Tom stood at the back door and watched the naked, big-titted teenager fall, twirl and drop bloody onto the ground.
When he saw that, Tom moved down onto his knees and started to weep.
"Oh, my god," he moaned, "I never got the chance to fuck her."
And then all was quiet there in that peaceful, little neighborhood."
All was quiet again as the policemen moved from their hiding places and came toward the naked, dead females. Terri had fallen right on top of her escapee aunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda had fallen asleep in her brother's bedroom after the rough fucking that she had gotten from Ralph. She was still asleep when Ralph came back and moved onto the bed and slapped her to wake her up.
"Bitch," he snarled at her. "Wake up. I have someone who wants to meet you."
Linda opened her eyes and then she rubbed them. When her vision was finally clear, she looked up and she saw Ralph looking down on her. Above Ralph she saw David, one of Ralph's good friends.
And the girl felt like covering herself. She was still naked on that bed.
"Ralph," she gasped. "What is David doing here?"
"David is going to be drum major next year, Linda," Ralph said, moving off the bed.
Linda knew that. But it did not seem to answer her question.
She looked at David, studied him. She had known him for a long time. He was a thin, young man with long dark hair and a wide mouth. He had been Ralph's close friend for a long time.
And then it suddenly came to Linda, just what Ralph had in mind.
He wanted her to fuck David. That was quickly apparent to her.
She turned and looked at her brother again. The young man was leaning against the wall. He smiled at her in a sinister way.
"David is going to be drum major next year," he said. "He is going to carry on in my tradition, Linda. I am sure that he will be an excellent drum major, you know."
"Yes," the girl muttered, looking at her brother and then at David, "excellent."
"So I thought that, as long as you were fucking drum majors this afternoon, you might as well fuck David too," Ralph explained.
The girl shivered when she heard that. She closed her eyes for a moment and spoke the truth.
"I did not want to fuck you because you were the drum major. I wanted to fuck you because you were my brother, Ralph."
And Ralph laughed with a rough sound; David laughed too.
Linda opened her eyes and looked at both of them. She knew that she could not escape this indignity.
She would have to fuck David, if her brother wanted her to do that.
It was that simple. Linda knew that, in many ways, she had become her brother's sexual slave. And she did not know for certain how that had happened. All she had wanted to do was fuck Ralph-just once before he went off to college.
"Go ahead, David," Ralph said softly. "Get ready for her."
And Linda looked at the young man as he started to take off his clothes.
David had a thin, strong, wiry body. As he stripped, Linda saw his muscles flex in his arms and legs. And he continued to glance at the naked cheerleader on the bed and smile at her, in anticipation of what they would do together.
Finally, David spoke to her. His voice was soft and very boyish.
"When Ralph called me and told me to get over here and fuck you, I thought that he was joking. I have been looking at you for the longest time, Linda. I have been wanting you for the longest time. I used to sit there in the stands at the football games and watch you lead the cheers, and I would think that, if I could only have you, I would be the happiest guy around. And now I am going to get you. I can hardly believe it, even now."
And then David cackled with glee, boyish, sexual glee.
And Linda knew that she could not really hate David. He was just doing this because Ralph had invited him to do it. Ralph was still in charge of everything here, and the sister knew it.
And David was really very cute, she thought. She had never considered him as a fuck partner before, but she knew that she would not really mind the fucking, except-
Except for the fact that her brother would be watching her.
As David stripped, Linda kept glancing at her brother. Ralph was wearing his swim trunks again and he had a tank-top shirt on too.
"I suppose that you want to watch, right, Ralph?" she muttered with bitterness.
"Of course, I got to make sure that you treat my little buddy right."
The girl closed her eyes again. She wondered if she would be able to stand the shame that was rising up in her throat at that very moment.
Ralph was going to watch David fuck her. Ralph was going to make her suffer in that way.
Linda tried to figure out why her brother had suddenly turned into such a sexual master.
And yet deep in her heart she knew that that was the just the way that she wanted her brother to be.
She wanted Ralph to be in charge. She wanted Ralph to control her. She wanted to be his sex slave.
"I am ready, Ralph," David said in that boyish voice-.
When she heard him say that, Linda looked at the naked, young man.
David had a huge, long cock. She gasped a little when she saw that thing.
He was rather small and thin, but his prick seemed to extend down to his knee.
Yes, the girl thought, he would make an excellent .drum major, perhaps even a better drum major than her brother had been. She looked at that cock and then she looked at that big baton on the wall.
And she whimpered to David as she felt her pussy juices start to flow.
"Oh, God, that is so big, David. You are so well hung."
And David stood there with a shy, sweet look on his face. He spread his legs wide and he moved his fingers down over all of that meat.
Linda glanced toward Ralph and moaned to him.
"Oh, Ralph," she muttered, "thank you for this. His cock is huge."
"Yeah," Ralph said with a grin. "Most girls are real surprised by that when they see it for the first time."
And then Ralph turned to David and chuckled as he spoke.
"Remember Kay Franks, David?"
The young man with the huge cock chuckled too. He nodded his head.
"Little Kay decided to hop on David just to do him a favor. She thought that he was a cute kid and she did not think that he was very experienced because he is sort of shy," Ralph told his sister. "But, when she pulled David's pants down, she gasped and she yelled out that she was going to do herself a favor by riding that huge hunk of horse-meat."
David actually blushed as Ralph related that story. Linda saw the blushing and thought that it was very cute. She yearned to reach out to the young man and hold him to her.
But she knew that David would not come toward her, would not climb into bed with her, until Ralph told the young man that he could. Ralph was still in charge of everything there.
Finally, Ralph spoke to the new drum major.
"Go get her, David. I can tell that the slut really wants to fuck you." Slut.
That name rang in her head, and Linda wondered if she was really a slut.
She guessed that she was; after all, she had fucked her own brother.
David moved toward the bed and slipped onto it. Linda moved over to give the young man room on that bed, to give that huge cock room on the bed. Then Linda looked at her brother.
Ralph moved across the room and sat down in a chair. He put his feet up on the corner of the bed and he smiled at his sister. "Suck it," he said. "Go ahead, Linda. Suck it."
And she knew just what Ralph was talking about. She knew too that she yearned to suck that big cock.
Linda moved down on the bed and lifted the huge piece of meat in both of her hands.
She started to move her hands back and forth on that cock as if she were trying to warm it.
And she felt the prick grow more sturdy in her hands and she watched with sexual passion in her eyes as the tip of that cock grew red and shining. She moved her lips close to that tip and she kissed it. She licked it too and tasted some of the ooze that came to the boy's huge, throbbing organ.
Linda felt dwarfed by that huge prick. She held it up and opened her mouth wide. She lowered her face over it and she took the tip of that cock into her mouth.
She pressed her lips around the thing and felt the pulsing, the throbbing go right through her head. It seemed to make her brain soft and airy.
And then she heard her brother speak to her in a rough voice.
"Come on, slut, you can take more than that into your mouth."
And she opened her lips and moved down on the prick until it felt as if that thing was stretching her mouth into new shapes and new proportions.
When she had about half of that prick in her mouth, she heard the new drum major sigh to her. She felt David's hands on her dark, long hair.
"God, you are great, Linda. Suck that cock. Suck it," he said.
And Linda started to come up on the prick. As she did that, she kept her lips tight around the organ and she pulled on it, tugged on it with her mouth. She felt the prick stiffening, hardening as she did that.
Then she started to go down again. She let that huge hunk of meat slip down into her throat. She swallowed it and moved further and further down on David. She wanted to do this to please the new drum major. And she also wanted to please her brother, the young man who sat there watching this.
The prick jabbed into her throat. She was having trouble breathing with that thing so far down her, but she would not stop. She fought off the desire to rise up and take that cock out of her mouth. She had to take it all. She had to shove it all down her throat.
She closed her eyes and felt a new tightness in her throat.
And then she felt the hair against her face, the hair that grew at the base of David's organ.
And she knew that she had made it. She felt fulfilled, honored by that huge dork.
Slowly, Linda started to move off the cock. She raised up and let that stiff, shining organ come out of her mouth, come out with a quivering urgency.
When she had just the tip of the organ in her mouth, she ran her fingers up and down the flesh.
She felt David's hardness and she heard the young drum major's moan.
"God, no girl has ever done that before. She took it all. All!"
And Linda heard Ralph chuckling again. She heard the masterful brother speak to David.
"Yes, my little sister is quite a good slut," the young man said.
And then Ralph moved, stood up and leaned over the naked girl who had that tip of David's organ in her mouth. He slapped her rounded buns hard.
And Linda fought to keep from biting the end of the organ.
She took the prick out of her mouth and held it in both of her hands again. She looked at it. It was straight and hard and noble there, and it shined with the wetness of her own saliva.
She pressed the huge prick back against David's stomach and she turned her head slightly.
She licked the underside of the shaft as if it were an ice-cream cone.
And then she looked up at her brother and she smiled.
"I think that he is ready now," Linda said to Ralph. "I think that he is ready now to fuck me."
"Then fuck him, slut," the brother said. "Fuck him good."
And Linda looked down at David. She was seeking advice. She wanted to know how he wanted to fuck her.
And David read that in her eyes and smiled at her.
"Climb on top of me," he said. "I like it best that way, with the girl on top."
And then the girl moved over the young man's body. David reached down and grabbed his pole and held it steady as the girl shivered there on top of him.
Linda looked at her brother. Ralph was settling back in his chair.
"Get down on that prick, slut," the brother snarled. "Get down on it and fuck that thing."
Linda moved down on that cock. She felt the thing stretch her pussy lips as she went into it.
She wondered if she would ever be able to fuck another cock after her experience with this one.
She wondered if she would ever be able to feel another prick in her after this huge pole had stretched her open in this sexy way.
She felt the tension running through her body as she heard her brother snarl at her.
"Get down there, bitch," Ralph said. "Take it all in you again, like you took it all in your mouth."
And the slim, sexy, naked cheerleader moved down on that prick, took more and more of it into her. She gasped with delight and anxiety as more of that meat throbbed inside of her.
It was stuffing her with its heat. It was ramming deep into her.
"Put it all in me, David," she gasped. "Put it all in me, Stud."
And she felt the young man's hands on her thighs. She heard him gasp for breath.
And then the young man bucked under her and slammed all of his meat deep inside of her.
She felt his body against hers. She lifted her arms high and stretched there, feeling all of that tool in her. She yelped with pleasure and with passion.
"He is in me! All of him, Ralph! See?"
And the brother chuckled and snarled at her again.
"Ride him, Linda. Ride him like the fucking slut that you are."
And Ralph laughed as Linda started to ride David, as David started to buck under the girl.
And Linda felt redeemed, wonderfully redeemed by the fucking that she was getting from this young man.
She tossed back and forth on that cock. She looked up at the ceiling and seemed to feel that prick deep in her brain. The thing went in and out of her, making her feel hot and stuffed and wonderful.
And then the girl heard her brother moving next to the bed. She glanced and, in her heated eyes, she saw Ralph talking off his tank-top.
He was going to join them. That was for sure.
But Linda was not sure how he was going to join them. She did not think that there was enough room for him in her cunt, where David was stuffing her.
When Ralph pulled down his swim trunks, Linda studied him even though the fucking of David's cock in her pussy had filled her eyes with tears.
But, when Ralph moved onto the bed, the girl wanted to welcome her brother in a good way.
She was rocking on David's cock when Ralph stood up on the bed, straddling his friend.
The brother held his prick out in front of his sister's face.
And then Linda knew just how she was going to make room for him.
She opened her mouth wide and Ralph stepped closer to her and slammed that prick into her.
Down below that action, David looked up and sighed.
"My god, she is sucking the cock of her own brother. That is great."
And the girl rode that stiff prick in her pussy and sucked on the tool that her brother offered to her.
David was right, she thought. It was great. She felt stuffed with cock.
Linda twisted her body and felt as if she were using muscles that she had never used before. She felt free and loving there on that bed, with one cock in her pussy and the other cock in her mouth. She sucked on that cock in her mouth, her brother's cock. She used all the sexy suction that she could put into her body.
And David bucked under her and raised his hands up to her tits and massaged them as he fucked her.
As Linda felt those hands on her tits, she felt other hands, her brother's hands, on the back of her neck.
And she listened at her brother growled at her again.
"Suck it, bitch. Suck that fucking rod. Suck your brother's cock, you mangy bitch."
And all the words that her brother said to her made sense to the little cheerleader.
And the cocks that were in her seemed to make the most sense of all.
She felt the heat rushing through her body, and she knew that she was going to have an orgasm very soon. It seemed to Linda that all of that feminine, orgasmic heat was rushing from all over her form. She thought that she would actually come from her mouth too in just a minute, from the mouth that her brother invaded with his cock.
And then David groaned under her, groaned with passion and pleasure.
"Oh, I am coming. Coming! I am going to come in your cunt, Sweet Linda!"
And the girl moaned. She wanted that huge, throbbing organ to explode in her hot, stuffed, damp cunt.
And her brother moaned, snarled to her too.
"Yeah, bitch, and I am going to come into your fucking mouth."
And the girl could feel that heat growing, charging through her. She could feel that heat of her own orgasm getting ready to burst into flame.
David came first, bucking under her. He sighed and tossed under her and seemed to sink into the sheet on the bed as he slammed that prick-deep inside of her and exploded with heat.
And then Ralph came. When he started to have his orgasm, he let the first burst shoot down his sister's eager and willing throat.
Then he yanked the cock out of her mouth and grasped it and massaged himself.
He continued to come and his man-cream landed in spasms of warmth all over her face.
Linda closed her eyes and accepted that coming in her face.
And she felt her own orgasm churn inside of her. She tossed on David's spurting cock and she came too.
Later, she lay between her brother and his friend, lay there resting with the studs.
Ralph reached out and put his fingers on one of her nipples and twisted it slightly.
She winced with that pain, but she did not cry out. She sensed that her brother would not want her to do that.
David lay there and looked at that. He smiled.
"You take the other nipple, David," Ralph said. "Twist it good. The slut loves it."
And David took that other nipple in his fingers and twisted on it.
Again, the girl winced with the pain.
But, again, she did not cry out.
And Linda thought that, perhaps, her brother was right, that she did love this kind of mistreatment. She was not sure any longer.
The little cheerleader was not certain of anything any longer.
She just lay there and took it and wondered what had changed in her life, what had come to her without her even noticing it.
And then she opened her eyes and looked at the two studs who lay there on the bed with her.
"Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to suck your cocks?"
"In a little while," Ralph said. "Don't get over-anxious, slut."
And the girl closed her eyes and nodded her head. Yes, she thought, she should not get over-anxious.
Her older brother was still in charge and he would do things to her when he wanted to do them.
And, when he left for college, he would leave her with David, the young man with the huge cock, the new drum major.
And Linda was sure that that would mean that she would be left in good hands.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenny and Cindy heard about Terri's death when they got back into town.
They were both shocked, of course, but they did not know what to do. They felt saddened because they both knew that they had lost a good friend.
And the two teenagers could only think of one way to fight the sadness in their systems.
They went out and found two boys, picked them up at the drive-in.
When Jenny pulled into that drive-in restaurant, she pointed at the two standing there by a car. Kevin and Tim. She glanced at Cindy, and the little blonde nodded.
"I will take Tim, okay?" Cindy asked.
"Sure thing," Jenny said. "Let's get them and fuck them until they are half-crazy."
Jenny stuck her head out the window and motioned for the two young men to come to the car.
"Hi, there," she said. "Would you like to fuck me, Kevin?"
The young man in the ponytail stepped back and then he smiled at the girl.
"Sure," he said.
"And Tim can fuck Cindy, all right?" Jenny asked.
Tim just grinned and nodded his head. He knew the little blonde, thought that she was sexy.
And Jenny and Cindy did not have any time to waste. The redhead nodded toward the back seat of the car. Kevin and Tim climbed in, and she took off for the woods.
In the back seat, Tim tried to figure out how he felt about these girls. He finally thought that they were just like Debbie, the girl who was no good. He would have to get used to no-good girls," mindless, little cunts, he thought. Kevin had often told him that.
And now he was going to get used to Cindy too. He reached up and touched the side of Cindy's face with his fingers. She turned and smiled at him.
"You sure are cute, Cindy," Tim said softly. "You are one the cutest cheerleaders around."
"You are cute too, Tim," the girl said. "Very cute."
Jenny smiled at her blonde friend. She was glad that Cindy had agreed to this. She knew that there was only one way to really get terrible loneliness and sorrow out of a girl's heart. That was to fuck, to fuck like wildfire.
The redhead looked into the rearview mirror and stared at that handsome," young man with the ponytail. Yes, she thought, he looked very good too. She was certainly going to enjoy herself with this one.
Then she drove on, yearning to fuck this guy and yearning to let her friend fuck some of the sorrow out of her system too.
A few minutes later, they were two couples, lying on the ground in the woods.
All four of the young people were naked. All of them were filled with lust and zest.
Tim was kissing Cindy's tit, was running his tongue over her nipple.
As the little blonde spread her legs wide, the guy moved his fingers over her snatch.
He felt the wetness there as Cindy reached down and felt his hardening spear, his prick.
That cock was growing in her hand, and she felt good as she covered herself with those sensations. She turned her head slightly and looked at Jenny and Kevin.
The young man with the ponytail was standing up. Jenny was kneeling before him, playing with his prick. She seemed to be studying that cock. She licked her lips as she studied it.
And Cindy thought that that looked very strange. She knew that Jenny was going to kneel there and suck that cock, and the little blonde thought that that looked weird because just a few hours before a young man had been kneeling in front of Jenny.
But Cindy watched as Jenny ran her hand down her body and moved her fingers between her legs. She knew that Jenny was enjoying this kind of feeling that flooded her at that moment.
And she knew that Jenny would enjoy sucking that cock too.
The redhead opened her mouth wide and took about half of that meat into her. When she did that, Kevin reached out and touched her red hair with his fingers. He moaned to her.
"Ahhhhh, good, Jenny. Suck it good. Get it hard."
And the redhead did suck it good. She wanted that cock in her. She wanted to feel that thing battering her. She took her mouth off the prick and she turned her head quickly.
She saw Cindy starting to go down on Tim. When she saw that huge dork that the dark-haired youth had, she was happy for her friend. Tim was lying on his back now and he was sighing and thrashing about as Cindy lifted his cock high and licked the tip of it. Then tfo little blonde moved her mouth over the organ and pressed her lips around it.
Jenny knew that Cindy was having fun with that cock. She turned her head back to Kevin and she decided that she should have fun with this cock too.
She opened her mouth wide and she took that prick into her. She started to suck on it, to let that cock fill her up. She moved her face close to Kevin's muscled body. She smelled the male aroma of his body, and she knew that this was, indeed, the best way to fight off the sadness.
She did not even have to think about Terri while she was doing this, while this prick was growing in her mouth.
Jenny worked back and forth on that dork. The air was filled with the sounds of female sucking and male sighing. Tim ran his head over Cindy's blonde hair as she made his cock even stiffer and more alive in her mouth.
And Kevin curled his fingers into Jenny's red hair as she worked back and forth on his prick.
Both of the young men were ready to fuck at almost the same time.
Both of the girls-the cheerleading girls-moved off the pricks at almost the same time.
And then Jenny and Cindy looked at each other and smiled.
And Cindy moved over Tim's body and he held his prick up and she moved down on that huge piece of flesh. She sighed and shivered as the first bit of that thing went into her.
And then she rocked a little and took more of it in her as Kevin moved over Jenny.
The redhead had her legs spread wide. Kevin reached under her and pulled her ass up.
Then he slammed that cock deep into her red-haired pussy. The girl moaned and wrapped her strong, young iegs around him.
And then the sounds of the night were the sounds of fucking.
And both of those girls knew that that was the way, the way that they could defeat the sadness inside of them. They fucked with glee and with eager youth.
And the words came from four youthful throats and blended together.
"God, yes....Fuck ... That feels great ... tight pussy ... hard cock ... slam it to me ... fuck me ... give it to me ... sweet pussy."
And that made everything perfect for all four young people, perfect there on a summer night.
CHAPTER NINE
It was early fall. The school year had started.
And the football team had won its first game of the season.
Two of the cheerleaders-blonde Cindy and dark-haired Linda-decided that the players should have a special reward for that victory. They felt they were headed for a fine season. And there was every reason to be happy.
Of course, from time to time, they would think of Terri, the girl who was not there in the cheerleading squad. They would think about that girl who had been shot down by the police. No one was sure why she had rushed out there naked.
But the other cheerleaders tried not to think about her too often.
Thoughts of Terri just depressed them, and the cheerleaders, especially Cindy and Linda, did not want to be depressed, not now, not after a football victory.
The football game was on Friday night. On Saturday night, the word went out.
Cindy and Linda were in the park, taking on every football player who showed up there.
Cars started heading for that park. Guys with dates tried to get their girlfriends to go home early that night.
The park was where the action was and every guy on the football team knew it.
Strange, when you think about it, Linda reasoned, sitting there in the park next to Cindy.
It was strange that she and Cindy should have become such good friends over the past couple of weeks.
It was as if they matched each other in a special way. Linda had told Cindy about the way that she had become a sexual slave to her brother and now to David, the drum major. And Cindy had told Linda about the way that Jenny had taught her to turn Jeff Morrison into a sexual slave.
They were like ying and yang, the dark-haired girl thought. They were opposites and yet they had attracted, like two magnets. Linda smiled at her new blonde friend and waited for the first football players to arrive.
Cindy pointed at the headlights that were shooting through the dark park.
"Here comes the first batch," the blonde said. "Are you ready, Linda?"
"I surely am," the dark-haired teenager said.
They were both naked, both sitting on a wooden picnic table. They waited for that car to get to them. Cindy spread her legs and started to work her finger over her clitoris.
When she saw the blonde do that, the dark-haired teenager did the same thing, making her own cunt juicy and warm and sexy. She worked her clitoris back and forth quickly. She knew what Cindy knew, that most of those guys would not take the time to make sure that the cheerleaders were aroused. The girls would have to do that for themselves.
For themselves. The phrase stuck in Linda's head.
The dark-haired girl took her hand off her own cunt and moved that hand down the inside of Cindy's thigh.
She was not even sure why she did that. It just seemed natural because Cindy was her friend.
And, even though Linda had never done anything like that before, she knew by instinct that Cindy would accept her.
Cindy did accept her. She spread her legs wide and let the girl seek out her clitoris with her fingers. Then she moved her own fingers between Linda's legs.
They worked on each other quickly, steadily. And then they pulled their hands away from each other when they saw the car pull up. They just sat there naked and looked at each other.
Cindy winked at Linda.
"We will have to try some more stuff like that later on," she said, "after we are finished with the team."
And Linda smiled sweetly; she knew that she would be game for that when Cindy was ready for more girl-to-girl play.
Jake and Robert came tumbling out of the car. Jake was a blond guy, an end on the team. Robert was a sturdy, big redhead. He played tackle. They grinned happily as they moved toward the naked girls.
"Shit," Jake muttered, "I thought that it was true, but Robert said that it couldn't be true."
"It is true," Cindy said, spreading her legs wide.
"See, Robert?" Jake said. "See? They are here and they are ready for a fucking."
"I never would have believed it," the redheaded guy said a little bashfully.
"You can believe it, Robert," Linda said, "and you two are the first ones here."
"Really?" Jake asked.
"Really."
"Wow!" Robert yelped.
"Get your clothes off, boys," the little blonde said. "I will fuck you, Jake, and Linda can fuck Robert. Okay?"
"Okay," the two guys said in unison. "Just fine."
And the two football players started to strip. As they took off their clothes, they saw the headlights of other cars, heading for that special spot in the darkened park.
"Shit," Jake said, "we better hurry. Better hurry for sure or we will lose our place."
"Don't worry, guys," Cindy said, jumping down from the picnic table. "You will still be first. The other guys will just have to wait their turn with us. Anyway, we have all night."
And Linda smiled and moved off the table too. She stood next to Cindy.
The dark-haired girl turned to the blonde and winked. They had already planned it out, just the way that they were going to do it.
The two girls fell onto their knees before the naked teenaged guys at the same time.
Cindy curled her fingers around Jake's cock while Linda moved her fingers around Robert's.
They moved together, like dancers who had choreographed every movement.
They glanced at each other again, just for an instant. And then they both opened their mouths and they started to suck on those two cocks.
They worked their heads back and forth with the same regular motions.
They were like sisters there in that park, two sexy beings listening to the same rhythms in the universe. And the stars were shining down on them on this warm autumn night.
Jake and Robert started to groan and moan. The redheaded tackle put his fingers in Linda's dark hair and murmured to her.
"God, your mouth is soft. So soft and warm. That feels good."
And Jake moaned to his friend with words of male passion too.
"This one has a soft mouth too, really soft," he said.
By then the other cars were pulling up and stopping. And the other football players were getting out and gasping at what they saw. "Wow!"
"Look at those two girls suck!"
"And we are all going to get it like that! That is what I heard down in the town!"
"I wonder if we should take numbers or something," one of the young men chuckled.
Linda and Cindy listened to all of those words, listened as the young men marvelled at their ability.
And they moved like sisters back and forth on those stiffening rods.
They moved like good cheerleaders-giving the team that old school spirit-there in the middle of the park on that fine, autumn night.
And the night was filled with cries of joy from young men.
And slurping, sucking sounds from the two young women.
They were friends and they were sharing this. It kept them from thinking about Terri.
It kept them from thinking about anything. There was just cock in their mouths and in their minds at that moment.
