The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our complex society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.
Yvette Johnson is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes becoming angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a chance encounter with a patient and understanding man that manages to put her world into perspective and can begin coping with new feelings and responding to new situations.
HOTBED SCHOOLGIRL-the, story of a typical young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is not easy.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You'd better hurry it up," Sally Brogan said, "it's almost time for the boys to get here."
Yvette Johnson stretched out in her luxurious bath. The hot, soapy water felt so good that she hated to give it up. She didn't understand why Sally was satisfied with a shower. A bath was so much more comfortable and a bath allowed one to pamper the body. "Would you hurry up," Sally said, again. "They're going to start the party without us."
"Oh, all right," Yvette reluctantly agreed.
Yvette took her time standing up. She pulled out the stopper with her toe and then turned on the bath shower to wash the soap off her body. The door to the bathroom was half open and Yvette knew that Sally would be standing there gaping at her naked body. Sally could be so silly sometimes. Yvette didn't mind being stared at. Yvette was a tall blue-eyed blonde who knew that she looked her best when she was naked.
Clothes gave her body a deceptively slender appearance. She didn't have the huge boobs that Sally had but Yvette's firm, pointy breasts fitted her perfectly. A boy had told her once that they were more than a handful, and she thought that was the perfect way to describe them.
She had a slender waist and a flat belly that she kept in shape with regular exercise. She always felt that the only part of her body that wasn't perfect was her big ass. It wasn't really that big but it jutted sharply. The boys didn't seem to mind it, though. In fact, it seemed to turn them on even more.
She had long legs that ended in a triangle of thick blonde pubic hairs that had nearly the same golden color as the long curly blonde hair on her head. She'd tried to get a haircut like the woman on television but her hair always seemed so messy and tangled.
Yvette had all the soap rinsed off her body and she stepped carefully out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and rubbed herself until her firm body had a rosy glow. She wrapped the towel around herself and padded softly out of the bathroom.
Sally stood near her bedroom mirror combing her short dark hair and pretending that she hadn't been staring in the bathroom door a few minutes earlier.
"Is Jimmy coming today?" Sally asked innocently.
"You know that he is," Yvette answered. 'This will be the last chance I'll get to see him before he goes to college."
"He's so good looking," Sally said. "I wish I could find a boy like that."
Yvette smiled condescendingly. Sally could have gotten all the boys she wanted if she hadn't always been such a virgin type. Jimmy had once expressed a desire to, 'bury his face between her big tits' but Yvette could never tell her easily shocked friend a thing like that. Yvette knew that Sally was innocent. The dark haired girl had never been touched and probably never would be until there was the sound of wedding bells.
Still, it might be an interesting project to see if Yvette could get her friend laid.
"There they are," Sally said, and Yvette became aware of the horns blasting away.
"You go down and greet them," Yvette said. "Tell them I'll be down as soon as I get dressed." Sally hurried downstairs while Yvette picked out one of her sexiest outfits to put on. She dressed in a skimpy halter top that barely covered her breasts and a pair of skin tight jeans that showed her legs to good advantage. It was the kind of outfit that Jimmy liked to see her in.
The kids had broken out the beer by the time Yvette got downstairs, Yvette's Aunt Kate picked the night of Yvette's parties to visit friends. Aunt Kate was a plump good natured redhead who seemed to realize that her presence would put a damper on the party.
There were a half dozen young people drinking beer and sprawling out over the rug and on the chairs.
"Hey, Yvette," Donnie Craig yelled, "you look good, baby. Have a beer."
Yvette took the can from him and popped the tab. She sipped it slowly and felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her body. She noticed Donnie staring at the hard points of her nipples showing through the soft material of the halter.
"See something you like?" she asked, grinning. "I sure do," he answered. "Hell, Yvette, you ought to be locked up for walking around like that. It's indecent."
"You don't have to look," she said.
,"I can't help but look," he groaned, "looking's not my problem. My problem is wanting to touch."
She took his hand and squeezed it in a friendly gesture. She really liked Donnie. He was a nice boy. That was his problem. He was too nice. He always made her feel like a big sister.
"Maybe someday," she said.
"Sure," Donnie said, looking grim, "always someday. Someday that never comes."
She winked at him. "You might get surprised."
He had a look of pain on his face as she left him. She said hello to the rest of her friends but she wasn't interested in small talk. Jimmy wasn't there yet and she wanted to be outside to meet him.
She walked out on the screened porch of her Aunt Kate's brick home. She felt a cool breeze and again she was reminded that summer was almost over and soon school would begin again. She wasn't looking forward to her last year at high school.
Jimmy wouldn't be there. He had graduated that year and he would soon be going college. She considered herself the best looking girl in her school but there would be many attractive girls at Jimmy's school.
Perhaps he would forget about her.
She didn't know if she loved Jimmy or not but she knew that she didn't want him to forget her. He was the only boy who had ever touched her, the only boy who had ever seen her naked. He was the only boy who had ever excited her enough for her to let him plunge his staff into her pussy.
She still shivered when she remembered the first time and it had only gotten better since then. Sure, she flirted but Jimmy was the boy who gave it to her regular.
She didn't know what she was going to do when Jimmy left.
She heard the screech of tires on the pavement and she quickly looked down the dark street where all the houses looked the same. She saw his car. She wouldn't have known it was his car except that he was the only one around who drove that crazy.
Jimmy did everything crazy. Yvette felt her breath getting short as Jimmy drove up in front of the house. Jimmy excited her. She couldn't deny it. He especially liked to screw her after a football game because the violent way he played would key her to a fever pitch and she'd be like a wild animal.
Jimmy got out of his car and walked up the front walk. He was a tall, black headed boy who had always had a mature self-assurance about him. He didn't swagger or brag, and everyone admired him. He was the kind who would always take what he wanted.
He had wanted Yvette from that first time he had noticed her in her cheerleader's costume. It always pleased him to think that he had turned her into such a randy bitch. She hadn't wanted it, at first, but after a little feel of his cock she was always ready.
She was ready for him this evening.
She was dressed in his favorite outfit with her tangled blonde hair loose around her shoulders just -it. There was a wild, hungry look "I thought you'd forgotten about my party," Yvette pouted.
"You know I'd never forget one of your parties," Jimmy told her.
He grabbed her and held her against him so that she could feel his already stiff prick against her crotch. He moved his hips in a circle and he felt her pressing back.
"You want to go somewhere," she said.
That was one thing he always liked about Yvette. She was a no nonsense type. She knew what he needed and she wasn't going to pretend that she didn't. Yvette didn't have a teasing bone in her body.
"I need to take the edge off, baby," he said, taking her small hand and placing it on his bulge. She didn't pull her hand away. Her long, slender fingers began caressing his prick through his jeans. He could feel his prick straining to get out of his trousers.
"I'll take care of you later," Jimmy promised her, "but right now you know what I need."
"Let's go around to the side of the house," Yvette said. "It's dark there."
Jimmy quickly agreed. He put his arm around her waist as they walked around to the side of the house. It was dark enough there. The only light was from a bedroom window in the house next door. The shade in the window had been drawn and there was only a crack of light coming from the bottom.
"Donnie's parents are up late," Jimmy commented.
"Uh-uh," Yvette said. "They always stay up a little later when we have our gatherings. They like to keep an eye on their baby boy. They're very protective of him."
"Like he's protective of you," Jimmy said. "You should see the looks he gives me sometime. It's like he's got the hots for you himself."
Yvette felt a little guilty talking about her friend. She understood that Donnie didn't care for Jimmy. Donnie had been her boyfriend before Jimmy came along. There had never been anything between them but teasing, and Donnie resented Jimmy's being able to score when he never had. "Let's not talk about Donnie," Yvette said.
"I agree," Jimmy said. "In fact, I don't want you to talk at all!"
He took her in his arms again. It made him harder just to feel how willing she was. Yvette would do anything for him. Anything at all. He let his hands rest on her big cushiony ass. It was hard to believe a girl like Yvette could have such a beautiful ass. He kneaded her flesh with his fingertips.
"Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Your pussy getting hot, baby?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered. "You know I get hot just thinking about you. Hot and wet."
"I'm going to take care of that later," he said. "I'm going to give you a good fucking. But first I want you to do something for me. You know what it is."
He had taught her well. She slowly sank to her knees in front of him. He remembered how reluctant she had been the first time he had wanted his prick sucked. It had taken him a long while to convince her.
There was no reluctance in her anymore. Her nimble fingers found his zipper and she tugged it down. His cock pushed against his jockey shorts. "Hurry up," he said.
He felt her hand searching inside his trousers. She got his shorts out of the way and her fingers laced around his sweaty throbbing meat. She carefully eased his massive prick out of his trousers. He groaned as he felt the cool night breeze blowing on his blistered flesh.
"You know how I taught you," he said. "Kiss the knob first. Just little kisses all over the end. That's right! Ahhhhh! Not put your tongue in the slit."
He leaned against the side of the house with a smug smile as he felt her soft lips faithfully worshiping the head of his prick. She had really gotten good at lapping his dick once he had taught her how. She seemed to have a natural instinct for it.
He gently stroked her hair as he looked down at her. She was really beautiful with her mouth slightly parted and planting wet, sloppy kisses on his prick while her pink tongue jabbed at his cum spotted slit.
"Take my balls out," he said. "Play with them while you lick my cock."
She stopped kissing his reddened prick only long enough to gently tug his balls away from his jockey shorts. She held them in her fingers. She never ceased to be amazed at how big and heavy his balls were. She knew he could come many times in one night. He had demonstrated that. Still, it always j shocked to lift those heavy cum-filled sacs.
"You're sweet, Yvette," he told her. "You've got such nice fucking hands. Now lick my balls and my cock. Lick all over."
He watched her brush her golden hair away from her eyes as she really went to work with her tongue. She tried to keep her hair out of the way when she was sucking him because she knew he liked to see as much as he could.
She started licking around his sensitive crown.
He had a big, bloated cock-head that seemed to grow with each lavish swipe of her tongue. She took it slow because she knew he liked it that way. She felt his fingers stroking her hair and she would know when he was ready for her to take his prick into her mouth.
They had done this all during the last year and she would feel him tighten his grip on her hair when he was ready. She was obedient to his touch. She was like a well trained animal. Partly because it excited her tremendously to kiss his cock.
"That's fucking nice, baby," he said. "Your tongue feels so good. Lick me all over. Lick me everywhere."
She left his cock-head and ran her tongue down the soft underside of his prick to his balls. She loved the salty flavor of his throbbing meat, and the warmth that spread through her body was better than the earlier taste of beer.
"Ahhhh yes," he said. "Take my balls in your mouth. Suck on my balls."
She slipped both his balls gently into her mouth and let her tongue fun over them. They seemed to get heavier. She felt a weakness between her legs. Her melon shaped tits pressed achingly against her halter.
"Now lick me some more," he said.
Each time she sucked him she had funny feelings. This time it was like a feverish shivering going through her body. She wanted his meaty prick stuffed into her mouth. She wanted to swallow his massive cock-head.
She knew better than to hurry him. She didn't want to make him angry and he was the experienced one between them. She knew that he'd found other girls to suck his prick, even while he'd been going with her. She didn't mind that as long as he came back to her.
Suddenly she remembered that he would be going away to college and he would forget her. She didn't want him to forget her. She wanted him to remember her mouth for a long time.
"Jesus," he said softly, as she started licking his prick like an all day sucker.
She used her tongue all over his steaming flesh until there was not an inch of his meat that she hadn't covered. Once she felt his prick leaking against her cheek and she had quickly turned her head to catch the rest of his cream in her mouth. She sighed as she swallowed his thick jism, as she tasted his strong, salty flavor.
She raised her head for a moment. "I love your cum. I love your cock."
"I know you do, baby," he said, "and I'm going to give you a mouthful of jism!"
He pulled her head back and he felt her lips dose over the head of his cock. This time he didn't resist as her lips slowly slid down his prick until she had more than half his prick buried between her luscious lips.
This time he brushed her hair back so that he could see better. He felt her fingertips touching his balls as she began to work the rest of his reddened prick into her mouth.
"Baby," he said. "Ahhh, that's nice, baby!"
He knew this was going to be one of the best blowjobs she'd ever given him. He could feel her willing herself to relax so that she could suck more of his swollen prick into her mouth. He could also feel the tight constriction of her throat as she sucked him deeper.
"Shit, baby," he gasped. "That's the way to suck my prick. That's the way! Oh shit, baby!"
She was deep throating him. Her lips touched at his balls as she sucked all of his bloated prick between those ripe red lips. God, her sweet lips felt good.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned. "Now go ahead, baby. Give me a sweet sucking. Suck my cum out!"
He needed it bad. He could feel his balls aching with hunger and he wanted to spurt his thick jism into her mouth. He willed himself to relax. He wanted her to work a little first. He wanted to see how badly the hot little bitch wanted his cum.
Slowly she released his prick and he felt her teeth scraping his meat. Her head pulled back and he felt her tongue darting at his cum wet slit. He grabbed the back of her head and she didn't resist as he pulled her back to his rod.
Those hot sweet lips closed over his prick again. He felt her rolling his cock-head beneath her tongue and shifting his meaty cock from cheek to cheek.
"That's sweet," he moaned. "Ahhh God, that's good. Keep sucking me like that!"
Her blonde head began to bob over his prick. Her lips very rapidly moved up and down the slimy length of hot meat while her tongue swirled around his flesh. He was getting too big and hot and she could no longer suck all of his prick into her mouth.
Instead she wrapped one hand around the base of his staff near his balls and began squeezing. Her lips still slid up and down over half of his silky feeling prick.
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "I'm not going to be able to stand much more of this. Oh fuck!"
He grasped the back of her head tightly and he began to drive his prick into her mouth. He could feel her relax as she realized he was near the point of no return. She let him guide the movements of her head without resistance.
"You sweet cocksucker," he groaned. "You hot little fuck! I'm going to give you a mouthful. I'm going to give you a fucking mouthful of cum!"
She could say nothing but she knew the look on her face told him everything. There was a look of animal expectation. Her eyes had closed and her mouth was parted just wide enough for him to drive his prick between her lips.
"Oh fuck," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fucking blow your head off. Here I come. Here I fucking come. Here IFUCKINGCOMEEEEEE!"
He gave a savage cry as the boiling lava from his balls shot like liquid fire into her mouth. That first time she had been sick trying to swallow his cum but now she was used to the thick taste of his cream filling her mouth.
Her blonde head bobbed faster and he could hear her swallowing as he pumped the rest of his fluid into her mouth.
"Ahhhh, you sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet bitch. Now lick my prick. Lick it clean."
Her mouth released Jus prick with a soft plop and her tongue began to work on his flesh. Her tongue swirled lavishly all over his dick and balls until she had licked all of his leaking cum and left his flesh glistening with only her saliva.
He pushed her head back and took a handful of her hair and wiped his prick a little cleaner. He always liked to do that with her because she never protested as some girls did. In fact, Yvette never protested at anything he wanted to do.
"That was fine," he groaned. "Now put it away and let's go back to the party."
Slowly, reluctantly, Yvette stuffed his red prick back into his trousers. Sucking his cock had made her hotter than hell. Her pussy ached and she wanted something to fill it. She knew there was no use begging him. Jimmy liked to be in complete command. He would fuck her when he was ready.
Jimmy helped her to her feet and he put his arm around her tiny waist.
"Come on," he said. "I could use a beer."
There were a few odd looks as they went back into the house to join the party, but mostly it was jealousy. Everyone knew the things that Jimmy got Yvette to do. The girls felt left out and the boys wished they could handle girls as well.
"You two look like you could use a beer," Brad Davies said, with a smirk on his face. "Been working hard, Yvette?"
Everyone laughed at that. Everyone except Donnie. Yvette noticed the look he gave Jimmy and it made her a little nervous. Donnie had never liked Jimmy and Donnie always felt so protective of her. Yvette hoped that Donnie wouldn't start anything.
CHAPTER TWO
The party got good a half hour later. More of Yvette's friends had arrived and Lois Wilson had gotten a little drunk. One of her many boyfriends had convinced her to go outside with him. And her other boyfriends followed. A minute later and the party had its first fight.
There always had to be a couple of fights. This one wasn't very interesting because both boys were filled with booze and they only managed to stumble around for a few minutes.
The only thing that did happen that was interesting was Lois' comical attempt to break up the fight. Once she got in the middle and one of the boys reached into the top of her blouse and pulled one plump tit out.
Lois turned a bright red and quickly ran to the bathroom to put herself together. The fight was over a few moments later. The boys had finally gotten tired and they'd went back into the house for a couple of beers.
"I thought we were going to see something good," Jimmy said, in a disgusted tone.
"We did," Brad said. "A little tit."
"Hell," Jimmy said. "Yvette's got that little bitch beat in every department."
There was a lot of laughter as Brad suggested that Yvette and Lois should compare. Even Yvette thought it was funny. The only one who didn't think it was funny was Donnie. Yvette saw him blush an angry red and he started after Brad.
"Don't talk about her like that," Donnie shouted.
Yvette started to step between them but she felt Jimmy's fingers tighten on her arm. Jimmy pulled her .back beside him and slipped his arm around her waist. She could see his eyes gleaming.
"Stay out of it," he said. "Your little pansy boyfriend's had it coming for a long time."
"He's not a pansy," Yvette said.
"Well, maybe not," Jimmy said, "but she should get himself a girlfriend instead of mooning away after you all the time. Now he's trying to protect your honor, for God's sake. He deserves anything he gets."
She realized that Jimmy wanted it to happen. He had been waiting for it to happen. And there was nothing she could do. Donnie was her friend but Jimmy was the one person in her life who mattered above all others.
She looked back at Brad and Donnie. She had half expected a fight between Jimmy and Donnie and Jimmy would have hurt Donnie badly. Brad was even worse. He was a big, sullen boy who loved to fight. He would chew Donnie up and spit him out.
"You want something?" Brad asked innocently. "I want you to quit talking about Yvette like that," Donnie said. "She's a nice girl."
Brad smiled. "She's a nice girl, all right. You should hear Jimmy talk about how nice she is. He says she can take damn near all of his prick without gagging."
Donnie yelled and rushed at the bigger boy. It was a short, bloody fight. Brad knocked Donnie down with one quick blow. Donnie looked dazed and he was bleeding from his mouth as Brad reached over and hauled Donnie to his feet.
"You stupid bastard," Brad said. He began slapping Donnie's face until Donnie's face was red with the imprint of Brad's hand. Somehow Donnie found the strength to break loose. He started swinging wildly. Brad stepped backwards with a look of surprise.
Everybody crowded closer including Jimmy and Yvette. Yvette could feel her heart pounding. Jimmy's fingertips stroked her skin and she was beginning to feel excited again. She couldn't help it. She'd already been hot and the heavy excitement of the fight was making her feel even hotter.
Donnie was her friend but that didn't stop the boiling juices in her body. She was a wild animal crowding in close for the kill. The skinny young boy didn't have long left.
"Well," Brad said, smiling again. He circled around Donnie who watched him carefully. Donnie was bleeding from his mouth and nose and he was breathing heavily. He had gotten one lucky hit in but everyone felt like it was going to be his last.
"You got one lucky punch in," Brad said. "You're not going to be lucky again."
"Come on, you big shit," Donnie said. "I'm not scared of you."
Brad rushed at Donnie and Donnie started swinging wildly again. But this time Brad was using his experience. He calmly ducked under Donnie's flailing arms and delivered a cruel blow into Donnie's middle.
Donnie gasped and bent double and then Brad really went to work on him. Brad had heavy fists and he drove them into Donnie's face and stomach a dozen times. Donnie got sick at the edge of the yard and Brad patiently waited until the young body was done throwing up.
Then Brad went at him again. Brad kept punching the young boy until Donnie dropped, a bloody heap on the ground. His face looked like butchered meat. Brad's fists were covered with Donnie's blood.
"I guess you should stop now," Jimmy said, as Brad gave the sprawled heap a rough kick in the middle. "You don't want to kill the poor fucker."
"Nah," Brad said. "He ain't worth killing."
Donnie was being sick again. Yvette wanted to go to him but she didn't dare. She was thankful to see that Sally was going to the poor boy. She had gotten a washrag and she bent near him to wipe off his face.
Yvette was also thankful to see most of the blood being washed off. Donnie would be sore for a long while but maybe nothing really bad had been done to him.
Jimmy's hand rested on her ass and she could feel him squeezing. Damn, it was wrong to feel so randy after having watched her good friend being beat to a pulp, but she couldn't help it. The fight had excited her. Fighting always excited her.
Jimmy squeezed her ass again. "I think we should go upstairs again," he said.
Yvette knew what he meant. One of the wildest fucks Jimmy had ever given her had been after a fight he had been with. They had gone upstairs to her tiny bedroom and he had really pumped her savagely. She knew he was feeling like that now.
"All right," she said.
"That's my girl," Jimmy said.
There was a strange excitement in Jimmy's eyes. There was something different about his attitude. She began to feel a tingle of anticipation as Jimmy walked her back into the house and up the stairs to her room.
"Here we are," Jimmy said.
She knew something odd was going to happen and she wasn't surprised to see Brad sitting on the bed. Jimmy and Brad had been such good friends for a long while. They were both going away to the same college. They shared everything and Yvette had known that they often talked about her.
She was afraid. She loved Jimmy and she'd do anything for him but Brad was something else again. She knew he had a streak of cruelty in him. He was the type who used girls savagely.
"Why is he here?" Yvette asked.
"I told him how hot you got after a fight," Jimmy said. "He didn't believe me. He said he'd have to see for himself."
"You mean he's going to watch us?" Yvette asked.
Brad popped the top on a beer can. He raised the can to his lips and drained the contents in a few hurried swallows. There was a smug look on his face as he crumpled the can up and pitched it in the comer.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Yvette knew the answer to her question. He wasn't there just to watch. He was there to join them. Yvette felt a weakness in her legs. How could Jimmy think she was sick enough to do something like that?
Only the most degraded girl she could think of had ever talked about getting it on with two boys in the same night. And that girl had been too drunk to stop them from taking turns.
"Oh no," Yvette said. "The party's over. Not me!
"You don't have to pretend with us, Yvette," Jimmy said. He kicked her door shut with his heel. "I know you want to. You should have seen yourself out there watching Brad beat up your friend. Hell, you would have sucked Brad's cock right then and there."
"No," she said.
Brad hadn't moved from the bed but he kept looking at her with his smug grin. Yvette was angry at Jimmy for his even thinking that she would do something like this. She turned and groped for the door knob.
Jimmy patiently took her hand away from the knob and pressed it to her side. He held her around the waist while his lips nuzzled at her soft neck.
"I know you want to," Jimmy said. "Don't fight with me."
The problem was that he was right. She did want to. At least her body did. Only her sense of rightness kept her from giving into them completely.
"No," she said. "I'll... scream. I'll scream loud enough to bring everyone up here."
"I wouldn't do that," Jimmy said. "Screaming might get you hurt."
His voice was sinister and she knew he meant what he said. He was capable of hurting her, but it wasn't Jimmy who frightened her so much. It was Brad. Brad would hurt her and enjoy the hell out of it.
"Now don't be silly," Jimmy said. "Don't try to fight or try to scream. Just be a good girt and we'll make you happy. You know you want it as bad as we do."
His hand stroked her ass and she sighed. She couldn't fight them. She couldn't do anything to stop them from doing what they wanted.
"I won't scream," she promised.
"That's a good girl," Jimmy said.
He walked her over to the bed and she sat down beside Brad. Jimmy was on her other side and the two boys cushioned her between them.
"Now," Brad said. "Let's see if you kiss as nice as Jimmy's been telling me."
His mouth tasted of beer as he pressed his lips against hers. His tongue pushed past her lips and touched her own. He had a fat tongue that wiggled hotly. She tried not to feel anything but the earlier excitement of the fight came back to Her again.
She touched her thighs together as she could feel the warm, wet shudders going through her body and especially her pussy'. Her panties felt damp as she pressed closer to Brad.
"Ummmmmm," Brad said. "She does kiss nice. And she's got a sweet tasting tongue. Is the rest of her as sweet?"
"You'd better believe it," Jimmy said.
Jimmy stroked her silky golden hair while Brad pressed his hot lips against hers again. He kissed her forcefully, almost brutally, as his tongue stabbed into her throat like a weapon.
"Show him how you kiss," Jimmy urged her. "Kiss him hard. Put your body into it."
Jimmy was pushing on her shoulders so that her breasts poked Brad in the chest. Brad dropped his hand to her thigh and squeezed her flesh roughly. She knew that his fingers had-left marks on her leg.
Suddenly she didn't care. Everything touched her at once. The excitement of sucking Jimmy's cock, the alcohol, the fighting and the party itself took control of her body. She was shaking as she drove her twin points into Brad's chest and pushed her tongue against his hotly.
She felt Jimmy fumbling with the hooks on her halter top but she didn't care. She was enjoying kissing Brad. She enjoyed the way his tongue felt touching hers. She even loved the rough way his hand groped her thigh.
"Move back for a second," Jimmy said.
She pulled slightly away from Brad and Jimmy finished undoing her halter top. He pulled it away from her soft tits and Brad gasped in admiration.
"You're right," Brad said. "They're a hell of a lot better looking than Lois'."
Brad cupped her tits in both his hands and he squeezed with the same roughness that he used to grope her thigh. Her titties ached hotly and her nipples hardened into two rosy red points against the palm of his hand.
"You've got a nice pair, baby," Brad said huskily. "A nice pair of jugs. I've got to kiss them."
"Oh yes," she sighed.
Brad pushed her back on the bed. There was no resistance left in her. She was burning hot. Brad kissed one of her nipples and she felt his tongue swirling around it.
"Go to it, Brad," Jimmy said. "Kiss her tits." Jimmy felt a new kind of excitement as he watched his best friend suck on his girlfriend's tits. He could feel his cock swelling up so hard that it was uncomfortable in his trousers. Brad was really going crazy now. His mouth was moving quickly back and forth over those perfectly shaped tits making her body tremble with excitement.
"You hot little cunt," Jimmy said. "It doesn't matter who plays with your tits, does it? Just as long as someone does."
"Ummmmm," she said.
Jimmy found the zipper on her tight pants and he pulled it down. He reached inside the opening and felt her damp panties. Sure, her pussy felt as hot as he'd expected it to. She was a cock loving bitch all right.
He had felt a little bit of guilt about this plan that he and Brad had come up with, but now all the guilt feelings had vanished. She wanted it as bad as they did. He shouldn't feel bad about a hot bitch getting what she craved.
He found the edges of her damp panties and slipped two fingers between her panties and her golden muff. He knew every inch of her pussy. He had explored it enough times. He knew the pretty pink lips would be slightly moist but her pussy hairs would be covered with her gushing juice.
He rubbed his fingers up and down her wet groove and her ass jerked on the bed. She also responded by pushing her cunt up against his fingers.
"Keep sucking her tits, Brad," Jimmy said. "She's really getting hot."
Brad didn't have to be told what to do. He was going after her tits in an orgy of sucking. His tongue had covered every inch of her soft delicious flesh.
"Suck a lot of her tit into your mouth," Jimmy told Brad. "She really likes that."
Brad turned his attention to one lust swollen tit. He opened his mouth wide and gobbled up as much of her tit as he could. Yvette really liked that. She groaned loudly and her ass began moving hotly against the bed.
Jimmy took his fingers out of her panties and quickly unbuckled her tight jeans. He rolled the jeans down her long lovely legs and let her kick out of them. She was naked except for her panties and it took Jimmy only a moment to strip her panties off. He kneeled on the floor between her soft plump thighs. He was looking right into the delicious pink lips of her cunt. Jimmy loved cunt.
He loved the pink cunt of Yvette most of all, though. She had a special flavor. He didn't know why but she seemed to taste better than other cunts he'd eaten.
"You just keep gobbling on her tit," Jimmy said. "Pm going to make her cry."
Jimmy parted the delicious pink lips with his fingertips. He looked into her meaty flesh that glistened with drops of her own pussy juice. He knew how to get her hot quickly. He searched, in her sweet folds until he found her clit.
He began rubbing her clit between his thumb and forefinger and he felt her shiver. He kept rubbing her clit even as he pressed his face closer to her pussy.
He touched his tongue to her juicy flesh and he heard her scream. Damn, she got hot faster than any bitch he'd ever known. He was going to miss getting her ass regular when he went away to college. He didn't think he was going to find as sweet a dint as Yvette anywhere else.
He began to lick her juices up and her ass jerked quickly on the bed. She was already so fucking hot that he didn't have to do very much. He drove his tongue into her wet warmth and she nearly jumped off the bed.
"Ohhhhhh," Yvette groaned. "You're making me feel crazy!"
She spread her thighs wider as Jimmy began to eat her pussy. Yvette was so hot that she could hardly stand it. Jimmy sucked her hard bud between his lips and he was chewing on it. Yvette kept feeling his teeth scrape her blood engorged clit and she tried to drive her pussy into his face.
"It feels good," she moaned. "It feels so good!"
She grabbed the back of Brad's head with both hands. She held him tightly so that he was swallowing more and more of her flesh. His tongue kept working and making her feel hotter.
"I feel so good!" she screamed. "I'm coming! It makes me feel so good. SOGOODDDDDD!"
Both Brad and Jimmy sucked harder as she poured her tangy tasting juices into Jimmy's sucking mouth. He kept his face buried in her pussy while the last shivers went through her body. Then he licked away her juices that still remained. "Oh God," she groaned. "It felt so good."
Both boys had gotten off the bed and Yvette watched them start to undress. She felt her heart pounding again as the two virile young men stripped naked.
For the first time she stared at two hard cocks instead of one. She couldn't help but stare at Brad. He was hairy and muscular and his cock was a jutting giant. He wrapped his hand around it and moved it up and down. A little drop of pearly cum appeared at the slit.
"You like my cock?" he asked, grinning. "You like old Brad's cock."
"It's so big," she said.
"You're damn right it's big," he said. He made her sit up on the bed and he pushed his monstrous cock-head against her lips. "Suck on it, cunt. Show me how you suck cock. Jimmy said you're the best goddamned cocksucker around. Show me!"
He didn't give her time to take a breath as he savagely stabbed his thick cock-head between her lips. He drove his prick deep into her throat and then pulled it back out. His reddish colored prickhead glistened with her saliva.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "Lick my meat."
She began running the pink tip of her tongue up and down his thick rod. His cock had a much stronger flavor than Jimmy's. It wasn't a bad taste, just .thicker and saltier. She finished licking the sweat and lubrication fluid from his prick and then once more he jabbed it between her lips.
"Show me how you really give a blowjob," he said. "Move your fucking head."
She brushed back her thick blonde hair as she bobbed over his bloated prick. She was afraid of him and that made her try harder. She moved her head back and forth while her lips closed tightly over his meaty flesh.
"That's it," he said. "You sweet cunt. You can give a fucking blowjob."
She wanted to make him happy. That was the most important thought in her mind. She didn't want him angry at her. She wanted to give him anything he wanted.
"That's how I like it," he said. "Keep moving your head like that. Use your tongue. Ahhhhh shitttt. That's the way I like a cunt to suck my prick!"
She tasted more of his thick fluid in her mouth. She moved his cock into the hollow of her cheek while she swallowed his jism. He grabbed the back of her head tightly and shoved his prick deeper into her mouth. She could feel his prick-juice leaking down the back of her throat. He was in so deep that she could hardly taste it.
"All right, cunt," he said. "Let's see how far I can get my fucking rod."
He began shoving more and more of his monstrous prick between her lips. She gagged but he didn't give her time to catch her breath. He kept shoving until his prick-head met resistance deep in the back of her throat.
She couldn't ever remember having her mouth so full of prick. Jimmy had never gotten his prick this deep.
"Shit, babe," Brad said. "Now you've really got a mouthful of prick. A real mouthful. Let's see what you can do with it."
She could hardly do anything with it. Her tongue couldn't move and she was gagging for breath. Finally he pulled half of his prick out of her mouth.
Jimmy played with her pussy as Brad began pumping his rigid prick in and out of her mouth. She began to get hot again, especially when Jimmy's fingers began rubbing her groove. She spread her legs far apart and allowed Jimmy to slip two fingers into her cunt.
"Ahhhh," Brad said. "She's got a good mouth. Shit, it feels good."
"You should feel her pussy," Jimmy suggested.
Brad liked that idea. He had wanted to fuck Yvette for a long time. He would have if she hadn't been going with his best friend. Now he was going to get his chance and his best friend didn't mind. Brad slowly pulled his cock from between her hungry lips.
"Now I'm going to give you a fucking," he said. "A fucking you won't forget in a long time."
He watched her staring, at his huge, throbbing meat. He was proud of his big cock and he knew it could make a woman cry out in pleasure. He made her slide farther up on the bed and spread her thighs as far apart as she could.
"Damn," he said. "What a nice looking hole. I'm going to enjoy fucking the hell out of you!"
He kneeled between her legs and rubbed his cock-head up and down her cunthole. He felt her shiver as his cock touched her. She was hot for it. He gave a cry of delight as he pounced on her. He mashed her titties flat with his heavy chest and shoved with his hips.
His cock-head met a slight resistance as it plunged into her hot hole.
"Lift your legs," he said. "I'll get my fucking prick in a little deeper."
Jimmy was helping her to lift her legs and wrap them around his back. He shoved again and this time his cock went deep into her hot, wet cunt. She shivered and rubbed her tits against him.
"You like that, huh?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered. "It feels good. I love your big cock!"
"You haven't felt anything yet, bitch," he said. "I'm going to take you to the stars. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"
"Yes," she cried. "Fuck me good and hard. I need it. I need a good fucking."
He had never had pussy as tight or as hot as hers before. He was no virgin but most of the girls he had fucked had been fucked by many men. He could tell that she was only getting it regularly from Jimmy.
He let his prick rest in her for a moment before drawing it out. He felt her hand closed around his shaft and she was tugging his prick back to her pussy.
"Don't take it out," she moaned. "I want it inside me. I need your fat cock. I need it bad!"
She was nearly begging him. He had never had a bitch beg him before. It made him feel good. It gave him a sense of power. He began to drive his prick into her with rapid strokes.
"Ahhhhh yes," Yvette moaned. "Do it to me. Fuck me good."
Jimmy took one of Yvette's hands and pressed it to his crotch. She wrapped her fingers around his staff and began jerking him off. She no longer felt shame at having two boys at once. She was too excited to even think about being ashamed.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Fuck me good and hard. I love it. I fucking love it!"
"Give it to her like she wants," Jimmy urged his friend. "Good and hard!"
Brad couldn't have fucked her much harder but he tried. He raised his hips up and slammed his big prick into her as deep in her as he could. He felt her legs tighten around his back with each of his powerful thrusts.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Squeeze my cock with your pussy. Squeeze!"
"Let's move her around a little," Jimmy said.
She had no idea what they had in mind. She only knew that she didn't like it when Brad pulled his thick pole from her steaming pussy. She was ready for him to take her to the heights of joy. Hell, he couldn't stop now. Not now!
But Brad was pulling his prick away from her and laughing when she tried to reach for it.
"Don't worry, little baby," he said. "You're going to get it back soon enough."
She couldn't have known that this was something Jimmy and Brad had planned from the very first second. Jimmy had never fucked a girl in the ass before and he had never fucked a girl while another boy fucked too.
He had read about it in a book and he'd decided that it would be a new and exciting thing.
"How are we going to do this?" Brad asked. "You get on your back," Jimmy said. "Let her get on top of you. She won't mind that. She loves to ride a good cock. Don't you, Yvette?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I like being on top, too. I like to fuck anyway you want me!"
She was feeling really wild as she pushed Brad over on his back. She ran her hands over his strong, muscular body and then down to his strong, throbbing cock. She felt his wet meat as she tightened her fingers around his pole. God, it felt good. She squeezed her legs together as the hot feelings went through her body.
"I'm ready," she moaned. "God, I'm ready."
She would have been frightened to have known what the boys had planned for her. Now all she could think about was getting that thick cock sliding back into her pussy. She slid up his body and she grasped his cock tighter.
He didn't move as she guided his bloated prick-head up against her swollen cuntlips. She slowly, deliciously, pulled his cock into her wet hole.
"Ahhhhh yes," she cried. "I like that. I like your big fat cock!"
"Ride me, bitch," he grunted. "Ride my fucking prick. Ride it like a cowgirl!"
She dropped her head back in wild abandonment as she began bouncing on his rigid prick. It felt so good when his cock-head stretched the lips of her pussy and slipped deeply inside her. She tried to get his prick a little deeper each time she bounced.
"It feels so good," she cried. "So good. I love your big cock. It feels so good inside me!"
"You're nothing but a cunt," he said. "A cunt with a hot hole!"
"Yes, yes," she agreed. "Nothing but a cunt!" She rode his prick as violently as she could remember ever having a prick inside her. Even Jimmy had not fucked her this way. Low sobs broke from her throat as she felt the hot fires building in her belly.
"I'm getting close," she moaned. "Oh God, I'm getting so close. I'm getting close!"
"Not yet," Jimmy said. "Don't let her come yet. And don't you come either. I'm not ready yet." Yvette wondered what Jimmy meant but she was aware that Brad was suddenly still.
She bounced again but then Brad wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her down so that her tits were mashed flat against his hairy chest and she couldn't move.
"Now stay still," he demanded.
She stayed still and she felt Jimmy's weight on her back. For the first time she began to get an inkling of what the boys had in mind. She felt her heart hammering as Jimmy pressed the tip of his cock against her tight anus.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
But she knew what he was doing as a tearing pain went through her body. Jimmy groaned as he felt her tight anus close around his prick-head. He hadn't believed she could feel so tight.
"Just stay still," he gasped. "I'm going to put my cock right up her ass!"
He wasn't gentle about it. He pushed hard and more than half his cock went into her asshole. She started struggling to get away but that only pulled more of his prick into her ass. And it felt so fucking good. He hadn't known a girl's ass could feel this good.
"Ahhhh, Jesus," he groaned. "I've got it in, Brad, and it feels fucking good! I'm going to give her the rest of it!"
Yvette sobbed as he pushed a little harder and his prick stretched the tight walls of her asshole and slipped in all the way to his heavy cum-filled balls. He rested like that. It felt good as hell.
"I can feel your cock," Brad said. "I can feel your cock right through her ass."
"Jesus, yes," Jimmy said. "Yours too. I can feel yours!"
"Let's fuck her now," Brad said. "Let's give the bitch a good fucking!"
Yvette was hurt and sore as the two boys began fucking her. Still, it took only a moment before her natural lubrication juices had started making it easier for the two boys to slam their cocks into her.
She was so sandwiched between them that she made only a little movement. She contented herself with closing her eyes and listening to the slapping sounds the two boys made as they fucked her. She also rubbed her pointy tits against Doug's chest, liking the feeling of her nipples rubbing against his hairy body.
She felt her stomach tighten and a nervous trembling went all over her body. She started moving a little more. Just side to side movements that made her feel even more excited.
"You feel that, Brad?" Jimmy asked. "The little cunt is starting to enjoy it. I told you she would."
"Yeah, Brad said. "I feel it. God, do I feel it. Her box is hotter than hell!"
She was being abused as she'd never been before. It was dirty and disgusting but she couldn't help responding to it. She loved being fucked this way. "Ohhhhh," she sighed. "Ohhhhh!"
"You like it, baby?" Brad asked. "You really like it, don't you?"
"Yes," she cried softly. "Yes, I like it!"
They began to thrust into her pussy and ass with the same fast rhythm. She touched her lips against Brad's and then tasted his tongue in her mouth. She wiggled her tongue against his and rubbed her titties faster.
"God," Brad groaned. "The little bitch is going crazy. She's going out of her fucking mind, Jesus, I don't know if I can wait much longer!"
Brad had broken the rhythm. He was fucking her in little jerking movements and she could feel his cock-head swelling up inside her. She squeezed her pussy walls together against his massive penetrating prick. He loved it. He moaned and drove his prick into her cunt a little deeper. She could almost feel the damn thing in her belly.
"Oh fuck me harder," she groaned. "Fuck me good and hard. Much harder!"
"You little bitch," Brad said. "You're going to fucking get it hard! You're going to fucking get it really hard!"
"That's how I want it," she cried.
Brad fucked her hard and fast and he no longer bothered to stay with Jimmy's rhythm. She had her eyes closed and again she was remembering how Brad had whipped Donnie outside. She remembered the look of Donnie's bruised and bleeding flesh.
She couldn't make herself stop thinking about it. Perhaps it appealed to the animal in her. Some kind of primitive feeling that made her randy when two boys fought, It was the same thing that happened to her at football games and other sporting events.
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Oh give me every inch of your big, beautiful cock!"
Her body tingled as she pressed her mouth against Brad's again. She was hungry. She darted her tongue into his mouth and tasted his tongue. "You bitch," Brad groaned. "You little bitch!" Brad was fucking her a little faster and she felt the first of his thick cream leaking into her pussy. She couldn't do very much for Jimmy was still fucking her ass. She had to let Brad do most of the work.
He sure didn't seem to mind. His buttocks pitched off the bed and he was trying to jab her to death with his brutal cock.
"You bitch," Brad groaned. "I'm going to give it to you now. I'm going to fucking give it to you!"
"Come on, baby," she said. "Fill up my cunt. Fill it up good. Come in me!"
He gave her two more short choppy strokes and she felt more of his cream leaking into her cunt. Somehow she wedged her hand underneath him and she searched until she found his heavy balls. She lifted them gently in her fingertips.
"Ahhhhhh shit," he groaned.
She took them into her hand and began squeezing. She knew he wouldn't be able to stand this. She felt him thrust one more time into her cunt and he stopped. Jimmy seemed to sense that his friend was starting to come and he didn't want to ruin anything. He remained perfectly still.
"You hot bitch," he groaned. "You fucking hot bitch. I'm going to come. I'm going to flood your pussy. I'm going to fucking come. You BITCHHH- HHHH!"
She squeezed his balls hard as his prick spurted what seemed like a gallon of thick juice into her pussy. He lifted her half off the bed as he tried to press his prick into her as deeply as he possibly could.
He spurted again and again into her hot wet pussy. She felt his hands stroking her back and then slipping around to cup her tits. She pressed her hot globes into his hands.
"Jesus," he moaned. "She was good. So fucking good! Jesus, she was good!"
Jimmy laughed at the sound of his friend's voice because Jimmy had always known she was good. He gave her another stroke in the tight feel of her ass.
"All right," Jimmy said. "Get off him, baby. Get oh your hands and knees. I'm really going to give it to you now."
She was a little frightened as she let Brad's cock slip out of her pussy. What did he mean by he was really going to give it to her? Hadn't he been giving it to her already? She was nervous and apprehensive as Jimmy pulled his cock out of her ass.
"Get on the side of the bed," Jimmy directed.
She got to her hands and knees and let him put her into the position that he wanted. She was nearly hanging off the bed and her asshole felt more vulnerable than it had ever felt before. He stood behind her and she felt his cock at her ass hole again.
"Now you're going to get it, Yvette," he said. "I'm going to give you an assfucking you'll never forget."
She cried out as he brutally slammed his big prick into her ass again. She felt filled up by his rigid prick. She felt like she couldn't stand it. She could feel his big knob deep in her stomach as he pulled his prick out and slammed it into her again.
"You like that, little bitch," he said. "You like having a big cock in your ass."
"Yes," she said, knowing it was the answer that he wanted to hear.
"Then move your ass for me," he demanded. "Move around all over. Move your fucking ass for me!"
She tried to do as he wanted. She began to move around so that she was sliding on and off his big cock. He seemed to be content with that. He reached around and cupped her hanging titties. His fingers brushed across her nipples excitingly.
He moved his hands down her flat belly and touched the blonde curly hair at her cunt. He slid his finger down her wet groove and then into her hot hole.
"Oh yes," she shivered. "Play with me like that. I like that!" She felt it grow hard and throbbing almost like a boy's cock. He caught the nub between his thumb and forefinger and began teasing it. She felt her hot juices flowing again and she pressed back against his cock a little more.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Now feel this."
He slammed it into her a little harder. She felt his rigid prick filling her ass up.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out softly.
He began fucking her as brutally as he could. He would drive his big prick into her ass and then half withdraw it. He would then slam it back into her again. Each time his prick seemed to get a little deeper. She was afraid he was going to split her in two.
"You love it, baby?" Jimmy asked. "Do you love it?"
"Yes," she cried. "Yes!"
And this time it wasn't the answer that he wanted to hear but one that she really wanted to give. She was loving it. She was loving every big inch of his throbbing prick. She also loved the way his fingers massaged her clit.
She felt that fiery itch in her stomach again and she slammed back to meet his thrust. She slammed faster as the fiery feelings grew inside her. She could feel tingles going up and down her spine. God, it was fantastic.
"I'm coming," she moaned. "Oh fuck me harder. I'm going to come. It feels good. GOODAFUCKKKKKKKK! " She gushed tangy juices over Jimmy's fingers as he kept thrusting his prick into her ass. It took her a long while before the shudders quit going through her body. She felt exhausted. She could hardly move as Jimmy fucked her.
"Don't quit," he said. "Move your sweet ass. I'm going to come in a few minutes. Move your ass, Yvette!"
She was so tired but she tried to do as she was told. She began moving her ass to meet his thrust again. It was almost painful for her. Her nipples had tightened into two aching points that felt so sore that she could hardly stand it. Her arms felt tired and she wasn't sure how long she was going to be able to hold herself up.
"Move your sweet ass," Jimmy said again.
"I'm trying," she said.
She did try but Jimmy wasn't satisfied. She felt him pulling his prick from her ass and he pushed her down on the bed. She sprawled in a heap on the covers.
"Turn over," Jimmy said.
She moaned as Jimmy turned her over and raised her legs high above her head. He leaned on top of her and pressed his big prick against her asshole again.
"All right, bitch," he said. "I'll show you another way to get fucked in the ass!"
He speared her again. She felt the tight walls of her ass contracting against his prick. He drove his prick in deep, even deeper than it had been before.
"Oh God," she groaned.
"See there, bitch," he said. "You should have stayed on your hands and knees!"
He fucked her in short fast strokes and she quickly felt the swelling of his prick-head that told her he wasn't going to be long in coming.
"You getting there?" Brad asked.
"Fuck yes," Jimmy answered. "I'm fucking getting there. I'm going to fucking blow this bitch to hell. I'm fucking coming! I'm going to FUCKING COMEINHERPUSSYYYYYYYY! " Jimmy's prick exploded in a hot gusher of cum as he let his prick rest deep in her asshole.
"Ahhhhh," Jimmy said. "You sweet bitch. You sweet fucking bitch!"
He let his cock rest in her asshole until she felt it grow limp and slip out of her hole. She felt sticky and sweaty as she collapsed on the bed.
"You were right about her," Brad said. "She was everything you fucking said she was!"
"You're goddamn right she is," Jimmy said. "She's the best piece of ass around. Except maybe for Sally and I ain't tried her out yet."
Yvette didn't say anything but she didn't like being talked about like a piece of meat. She didn't mind being screwed. It was fun. But she wanted to be treated like the boys who fucked her cared a little bit about her.
She realized, with a sinking feeling, that Jimmy really didn't care about her except as a piece of meat. She was a trained dog that he kept on a string. Hell, he probably wouldn't even remember her face after he went away to college.
"That Sally," Jimmy said softly. "Now she's a sweet bitch. I'd like to get my mouth on her big tits."
"Don't talk about my friend that way," Yvette said.
"Hell, baby," Jimmy said, patting her on the bottom. "Don't be jealous. You ought to share what you've got. I bet Sally could really throw a fuck into a guy."
Yvette didn't say anything else but she was thinking about it. There was a different sound in Jimmy's voice. He had just talked about Sally before. Now it sounded like he wanted to do something about her. Yvette was suddenly afraid for her friend.
"I think I'll get dressed," Yvette said.
Her first thought was that she needed to get downstairs and warn Sally. She wasn't sure that anything was going to happen but she didn't want Sally in the house.
"Wait just a minute," Brad said.
He reached for her and pulled her back into the bed. She struggled but he held her arm tightly.
"Let me go downstairs," she said.
"No," Brad said. "I don't want you to go yet. Not yet."
"I think I'm going to take a shower," Jimmy said.
He left Brad and Yvette on the bed. Yvette could feel her heart pounding as Brad stroked her side. He touched her like she belonged to him. She tried to pull away again and Brad jerked her back down beside him: "Don't you be silly," Brad warned. "Don't be silly!"
She heard the shower running. In a few minutes it turned off. Jimmy came out of the shower drying himself. He didn't look at them as he began picking up his clothes. He dressed hurriedly. Yvette kept hoping he would say something, anything. Surely he wouldn't leave her alone with Brad?
Instead Jimmy acted as if he couldn't care less. It was like he had given her to Brad. Brad slipped his arm around and cupped her firm tit.
"Listen," Brad said. "I haven't had a good blowjob yet. I want one. Come on and suck it up."
"I'm tired," Yvette said.
"You'd better do what he tells you," Jimmy said. "He gets mad real easy."
Jimmy had finished dressing and he walked to the door. She felt her heart pounding rapidly.
"Where are you going?" she asked him.
"Oh," Jimmy said, laughing. "I thought I'd go look up your friend Sally. It's time she had a little excitement in her life."
"Oh no," Yvette said.
She tried to get off the bed again but Brad jerked her back down. He had a handful of her golden hair and he pressed her face against his prick.
"You do as you're told," Brad said roughly, and she knew there was nothing she could do for her friend.
CHAPTER THREE
Sally remained with Donnie after everyone else had gone back into the house. He was nearly knocked out. She cradled his head until he started to come out of his dazed condition.
"I didn't do too well," he said, looking up at Sally.
"No, you idiot," she said. "You didn't. Why did you do a thing like that?"
"You know, Sally," he said.
"Yes," Sally said. "I guess I do. You've still got it bad for Yvette."
"I'll always have it bad for her," he said.
Sally helped him get to his feet. He was still unsteady. He started walking toward his house and Sally stopped him. He didn't have the strength to break away from her. Brad had really given him a beating.
"You can't go home," she said firmly.
She knew he was still foggy or he'd never have considered going home. Sally knew the kind of parents Donnie had. They were both stuffy, insensitive people. She knew what kind of attitude Donnie would have to face if he went back.
"You can't go home," she said again. "You know what your parents will do."
"You're right," he said, "but I need to rest."
"I know a place," Sally said.
Sally helped him back into the house and into a back room. It was the television room, as Yvette liked to call it. Here there was an overstuffed couch that Donnie could rest upon.
Sally helped Donnie to stretch out on the couch. He looked really bad. His face was still bleeding. She knew it was probably worse than it looked. All he needed was a little rest and cleaning up. He would be sore for a long while, though.
"I'll be back in a minute," she said. "I'm going to get a rag from the bathroom."
She wet a rag in the bathroom and went back to him. She kneeled beside him and carefully washed away the blood. She took some antiseptic and dabbed the cuts on his forehead and under his eye.
"There," she said. "It's not really so bad. It just looks a little bad."
Donnie leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He was trying to remember something. He couldn't remember why he had been fighting. Then it dawned on him. He opened his eyes and started struggling to get up.
"No, Donnie," she said. "Just stay there."
"I have to talk to Yvette," he said.
"You little idiot," Sally said. "Even I can handle you right now. What are you thinking about doing? Starting another fight. Brad was just playing with you. Next time he'll kill you."
"I have to find Yvette," he said.
"You little idiot," she said. "I'm going to get some strong black coffee and maybe that'll sober you up."
"I'm not drunk," Donnie protested.
"You're either drunk or stupid," Sally said. "I'd like to think you were drunk."
Sally couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice. Donnie gave her a hurt look. He couldn't understand why she would sound like that. She sounded almost angry. Why should she be angry at him. He'd only been trying to protect Yvette.
"I had to do it," he said. "I couldn't let Brad talk about her that way."
"Sure," Sally answered him. "You had too." Sally had to leave the room. She was afraid that she would blurt out the truth about her friend. Yvette didn't need any protection. None at all. Sally had seen the gleaming look in her eyes while Donnie had been getting beat up.
Sally understood why. Yvette was a person who reacted on feelings. She was a very physical person. She needed a good strong man to handle her. Donnie would never be that man, and sometimes Sally was sorely tempted to awaken Donnie to the facts of life.
It took her fifteen minutes to make the coffee. She poured the thick black liquid into a cup and started back with it. Donnie was nearly asleep. "Here you go," Sally said.
He took the cup and drank half of it with a few gulps.
"Careful," Sally warned. "That's hot."
He didn't seem to be listening as he finished off the rest of the cup.
"You have to understand," he said, looking sadly at Sally. "I love Yvette."
"I understand, Sally said, taking the cup.
She wondered how he could keep from knowing the truth. It was all over school that Yvette had been laid by Jimmy and not just one time. She was Jimmy's personal piece of stuff and everyone else had hands off.
Again Sally wanted to tell him but she couldn't wipe the stars out of his eyes.
It would sure widen his eyes if she'd told him what was going on upstairs at that moment. She'd seen Jimmy and Yvette going upstairs and she'd seen Brad go up a few moments before. All three of them in Yvette's bedroom. Sally knew they wouldn't be playing cards.
"I just had to do it," Donnie said again. "I couldn't stand there and listen to that crap."
"I understand," Sally said. "Look, why don't you sleep for a while. You'll feel better when you wake up. All right?"
"All right," Donnie said.
Donnie closed his eyes and he was snoring almost immediately. Sally stroked his head for a few minutes. "You poor idiot," she said. "You poor idiot."
She silently damned Brad. There had been no reason for him to beat Donnie that badly. No reason at all. He had a cruel streak in him.
The party was still going when Sally took the coffee cup back into the kitchen. She glanced into the living room. In fact, the party was even wilder than usual.
The kids had sprawled drunkenly out on the carpet. Half of them were in various stages of undress. Sally blushed red when she saw that Lois had her plump pink breast out again. This time her breast was nestled snugly into the hands of one of the boys who had fought over her earlier.
This time Lois wasn't blushing!
"The little whore," Sally said.
Sally had a sick feeling as she realized the term could also apply to her best friend. Especially after that night. Sally kept wondering what was going on upstairs. What could her friend be doing with two boys?
Sally took the cup into the kitchen and sat it down on the counter. This was the time she always left the party. Sally didn't want to get involved in the sweaty groping going on in the living room. She had no desire to be fondled by some drunken boy.
Perhaps if she could meet a boy as nice looking as Jimmy, a boy who cared about her. She might have been willing to try anything with a boy like that. But she would never meet a boy like Jimmy. She didn't have Yvette's pretty looks.
She rinsed the cup out and put it back on the shelf. She took a last look around the kitchen and saw nothing out of place. She reached for the light switch.
The arms that went around her waist caught her completely by surprise.
"Let me go," she said firmly.
"Sally," Jimmy said. "There's no sense in taking that kind of tone with me. I'm your friend," Sally gasped for breath and she felt a little weak. The feeling was made even worse by the thoughts she'd been having only a few seconds before.
"But you're Yvette's boyfriend," Sally protested.
"I like Yvette," Jimmy admitted, "but you're a pretty thing too. A pretty thing. And right now Yvette's upstairs giving Brad some head. You should have seen her sucking on his joint."
"That's nasty," Sally said.
"There's nothing nasty about getting your cock sucked," Jimmy said. "I thought that while Brad was keeping her busy that you and me could get together.
Sally was stunned by what he was saying. She found Jimmy a sexy boy, an appealing boy. She would have wanted him if he hadn't been Yvette's boyfriend. But what he was saying might be true. Yvette might be giving a blowjob to Brad.
Then that would mean that Jimmy and Yvette were no longer so close. It would mean that she could let Jimmy do what he wanted. She was shocked at her own thoughts.
"No," she said softly.
She told herself that Jimmy wasn't that handsome and that she wasn't going to be the type of girl that he could just use when he had the itch. She wasn't going to be groped like Lois.
"I want you to let me go," Sally said. "I want you to let me go right now."
"Come on, Sally," he said. "Don't be like that. Don't act like you're sweet and innocent."
She was sweet and innocent but somehow she couldn't bring herself to tell Jimmy. She tried to pull away from him but he tightened his grip.
"Damn, you've got nice tits," he said. "I always liked your big tits. I used to love it when you were a cheerleader and you wore that skimpy little outfit. You sure showed your jugs then."
"Let me go," she cried.
She turned quickly and tried to claw at his face. He caught her hand in an iron grip. He laughed. "Don't you fight with me, sugar."
"Let me go," she said.
"You keep harping like that when you know you don't want me to really let you go. Not really."
She knew that what he said was true. She really didn't want to stop him. She wanted to give in and just let him do anything he wanted. But she couldn't. Everything in her entire life told her that this was wrong.
He ran his fingertips along her breasts. He wasn't waiting for her to make her mind up. She stood blinking back the tears and trying to figure out what she was going to do. In a way, she couldn't believe this was happening. She would have never believed that Jimmy could come on so strong with her.
"You should let your hair grow longer," Jimmy said. "Kind of let it brush your ass. It's such a pretty ass and with your hair touching it, -all the boys would go crazy."
"Stop this, Jimmy," she said. "Stop it now. I don't want to hear anything else."
"Don't you like me to talk about your perfect ass?" Jimmy asked.
"No," she answered. "I think it's disgusting."
"No you don't," he said.
He cupped her big breasts through her sweater. His fingertips touched against her nipples as they poked against the fabric.
"No," she said. "Oh my God!"
"Love your ass, baby," he said. "I love your ass and your big firm tits. I love it, baby."
He put his arms around her and pulled her into his arms. She'd worn a short skirt and when his hands dropped to her ass she could feel his fingertips touching her naked skin.
No boy had ever touched her this way!
He felt the way she relaxed and he liked it. He slipped his hands up underneath her skirt and touched the soft cheeks of her ass. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties and she could feel the warmth of his fingers through the material.
"Please," she begged him. "I'm a virgin. I've never had a boy touch me before."
"Then it's time you did," he said.
She shivered as his hands went into the backs of her panties and touched her bare skin. He had strong hands and he cupped her asscheeks with a fierce grip.
"Move a little closer," he said. "Let me feel your cunt rubbing my cock."
At that moment she gave into him completely. He was her master. She moved tightly against him so that she could feel his hard cock rubbing against her. It was the first time she'd ever felt a boy's prick. It made her feel funny.
She knew what was going to happen. He would fuck her. He was going to make her do all those things to him that he'd made Yvette do. She closed her eyes but she couldn't shut out the vivid lusty thoughts going through her mind.
Again she was seeing his lean young body on I top of Yvette, and she could see Yvette's blonde head in his lap. But she couldn't see his cock. She had no idea what it looked like.
What would it feel like? How would it feel slamming into her pussy and filling her up? Would he make her do other things? Would he make her suck him?
She felt weak at the thought. Every part of her body tingled. She wanted him. It made no difference that he was Yvette's boyfriend. She wanted him, she'd always wanted him.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Now that's better," he said. "Much better."
Reluctantly he took his hands out of her panties. He itched to touch those magnificent tits. He pushed her back and she could tell what he wanted. Her hands trembled as she reached for the bottom of her fluffy sweater.
"Yeah," he said huskily.
She peeled the sweater over her head. She stood there in only her bra. He could see plenty of her luscious flesh peeking over the top of her skimpy bra.
"The bra," he said. "Hurry."
She reached behind her back and unhooked it. It slid away from her jugs and he could see them. They didn't sag. They were two beautiful creamy peaks topped with rosy red nipples. He felt his mouth fill up with saliva as he yearned to kiss them.
"Come over here," he said. "Sit on the table."
She went to the kitchen table and he helped her up. He touched one of her tits softly, just brushing her flesh with the tips of his fingers. She moaned and her head dropped back. She liked to feel his touch.
"Ohhhh," she moaned softly.
He cupped both breasts and began squeezing them roughly. This brought another moan from her throat. He saw her licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Kiss them," she begged him. "Kiss them for me. I've dreamed about it a long time. Kiss me."
He kissed her lips first. He pushed his tongue into her hot wet mouth and tasted her hunger. He moved his lips down to her snow white throat. He bit at her soft flesh. Hell, she was panting. She was as hot as Yvette once a guy got her started.
He moved his lips to the top of her snowy peaks. He touched his lips tenderly to the lust swollen flesh. He felt her arch her back as she tried to push her luscious tits at him.
"I can't stand it anymore," she begged him. "Suck them for me!"
"Sure, baby," he said.
He took one of her hard nipples into his mouth and scraped it with his teeth.
"Oh God," she cried. "That's nice. Bite them. Suck them. It feels so good!"
He sucked more of her sweet flesh into his hot mouth. He used his tongue to tease her flesh and excite her farther. He moved his lips from one tit to the other. She had a sweet delicious taste and he sucked hard on her flesh.
"You're making me hot," she groaned.
He moved his lips down to her quivering belly. He felt her shiver as he kissed her navel. He ran his tongue into that tiny hole.
"Oh God," she groaned.
He pushed her back on the table so that her skirt rose up high above her creamy thighs. She had nice legs. They were plump but shapely. He spread her legs and she didn't protest. He pressed his face against her soft mound.
He licked the front of her panties and he tasted her slightly damp pussy.
"That feels so good," she cried.
He pushed her thighs farther apart and let his tongue edge around her panties. He pushed underneath her panties so that he was touching his tongue against her swollen pussy lips. He could feel the excitement burning in her, and he realized that she was telling the truth.
She was a virgin. Nobody had ever put their hands, or tongue, or dick in her pussy. That thought excited him. He wanted her more fiercely than ever.
"Let me pull your panties off," he said.
"Oh yes," she sobbed softly.
He pulled away and let her close her damp thighs again. He pulled her flimsy panties down her plump legs and she kicked them off. He spread her legs wide apart again and he looked into the plump pink lips of her wet gash.
"God, that's fine," he said. "You're sweet. You've got a fine looking pussy!"
He let her pull his head between her legs again. She had a sweet aroma. He touched his lips gently to the wet lips of her pussy. She was hungry for it. He could feel her hands tighten on the back of his head as she tried to pull his face closer.
"Eat me," she cried. "I've always wondered what it was like. Oh, please eat me!"
He pressed closer and he wedged his tongue into her hot sweet pussy. He rolled his tongue around the inside of her cunt as he got the full taste of her. She was as hot a bitch as Yvette. She was moaning and moving around on the table. For a few minutes he was afraid she might fall off.
"You're making me so crazy," Sally cried. "So fucking crazy!"
He had her where he wanted her. He had her mastered and now he took his time about taking her to the heights of joy. He licked her tangy juices up from her thick black pussy hairs and around the swollen entrance to her cunt.
She was pulling at his hair but he didn't mind that. It made him feel good when the girl really got excited, when she went so crazy that she couldn't control herself. He could make them do anything when they got that way.
He raised his head for a moment. His lips were covered with her sweet juice and he licked them. "Oh don't stop," she cried. "Please don't stop!"
"You don't want me to stop, baby?" he asked. "Oh, God no," she groaned.
"And what will you do if I eat you?" he asked. "Anything," she cried. "I'll do anything. Anything that you want."
"You'll eat my pecker and swallow my cum?" he asked. He was grinning now because he was really enjoying himself. He liked to break their inhibitions down. Later she would remember the things he made her promise. She would remember and she'd be ashamed but it would also make her feel hot. Jimmy knew about women like Yvette and Sally.
"I'll do anything you want," she said. "Only please eat my pussy. I need it so bad."
"You'll eat my dick?" he asked again.
"God yes," she answered. "I'll suck your dick. I'll drink your cum! Anything!"
"And you'll suck anybody else I ask you too?" He felt the hesitation in her. He knew she was thinking about Brad. She was thinking that she might have to suck Brad's cock or suck somebody else she didn't like.
He knew how to get her over her hesitation. He pressed his face closer and touched his lips to her pussy again. He pushed his tongue between her pussy lips and slipped it deep inside her cunt. She groaned but he pulled his tongue back out immediately.
"Will you?" he asked. "Will you suck anybody's dick I tell you too?"
"Yes, God yes," she answered. "I'd do anything. I'll suck anybody's cock. Anybody's!"
He laughed but now he gave her what she needed. He pressed his face closer into her hot muff. He licked the clinging juices away from her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out.
He put his tongue back into her cunt again. He pushed it as deep as he could and she gushed more of her juices into his mouth. This time he wasn't going to stop. He moved his tongue in a wide circle to taste every part of her sweet cunt.
She was going crazy. She was moving her ass from side to side and trying to jump right off the table. He slipped his hands beneath her ass and explored her tiny asshole. He jabbed one finger up into her asshole up to his knuckle.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped.
He began moving his finger in and out of her ass with the same rhythm he was using to tongue her.
"It feels good," she groaned. "It feels good. I love your hot tongue. I love it!"
He moved his tongue to her clit. He sucked the tiny hard button between his teeth and held it gingerly. He started pushing his tongue around it as he bit gently.
"Jesus," she cried out. "Jesus, you're making me feel crazy. Oh Jesus, I love it. I'm going to come. You're going to make me come. Oh JESUSSSSSS!"
He didn't expect her to come so violently. She had to have been saving it up for a long time. Suddenly she was writhing on the bed like her body was on fire. She was jerking so hard that she almost pulled her cunt from between his lips.
He got a mouth full of her juices and he began to swallow quickly so he wouldn't choke. She had more juice than he had ever found in a girl.
"God," she gasped. "God, you've made me feel so crazy. Oh, I tingle all over!"
Slowly the trembling in her body stopped. Jimmy sat down in a chair near the kitchen table.
lie was still grinning and she knew what he wanted. She licked her lips nervously. She'd never done anything like that.
Would she be good at it? Would she be as good as Yvette?
She climbed down off the table and fell to her knees in front of him.
"I've never done this before," she said.
"I know, baby," he said. "I'll tell you what to do as we go along."
She smiled nervously. He stroked her short dark hair and then pulled her face between his legs. He wore thick jeans but she could feel the warmth of his prick against her lips. She felt her heart jump up into her throat. She jerked her head back as if she had been burnt.
"Don't pull away," he told her. "You're not thinking of backing out of your promise?"
"No," she said. "I'll do it, but I'm scared."
"There's nothing to be scared of," he said. "Yvette has gobbled my prick lots of times. There's not a thing in the world to be scared of."
"I'm scared I won't do a good job," she admitted.
"Oh shit," he said, laughing. "You're scared you're not going to do a good job. Oh shit, that's funny. Don't you worry about it, baby. I'll teach you everything you need to know to give good head!"
He pulled her lips back against his throbbing cock. He was feeling cramped and he pushed her back long enough to unbuckle his belt and pull his zipper down.
"There," he said. "Now you take it out. Go ahead. It doesn't bite!"
She was trembling again and this time it wasn't from excitement. She reached her small hand inside his trousers and her fingers brushed his thick cock. Again she jerked away.
"Now quit doing that," he said. "You promised me, baby, and you're going to come through. Now take my prick out before it gets too hard to get out. Hurry the fuck up!"
His voice had a hard tone that left no room for argument. She reached for his prick again. She wrapped her fingers around his big meaty staff and shook his prick out into the open. She gave a small gasp of surprise.
She'd had no idea what a hard cock would look like but she hadn't expected how big and purplish colored one could be. She traced the long cock length with her fingers.
"Oh God," she said. "It's too big. It'll choke me if I put that thing in my mouth."
"It only chokes a little," Jimmy said softly, and his fingers tightened on her head.
She knew he was going to make her do what he wanted. She looked up with a puzzled expression. "What do you want first?" she asked.
"First you lick me," he answered. "You just run your tongue up and down my prick and nibble at my balls. Do a good fucking job and lick me all over!"
She nodded her head in a puppy like obedience. She lowered her head and touched her tongue to the crown of his cock. She drew her tongue back as she tasted his strong salty flavor.
"Come on, goddamn it," Jimmy said. "I'm tired of playing games with you. Lick my prick!"
She slipped her tongue out again and touched it to his crown. She tasted his thick spermy taste. She ran her tongue all over the top of his throbbing purplish crown and more of his cum-juice smeared her lips a creamy white.
"That's it, sweet baby," he said. "Oh yeah. Lick my prick all over."
She ran her tongue all around the sensitive ridge of his crown and she felt his cock-head grow even more bloated. She licked down the length of his salty underside all the way to his heavy cum swollen balls.
"Now lick my fucking balls," he groaned. "Sweet Jesus, now you're getting the hang of it!" She took one of his sacs into her mouth and bit gently on the tiny ball. He groaned and thrust with his hips. She kept nibbling at the ball until he grabbed her head and tried to pull away.
"Shit, baby," he moaned. "You're tearing me up. You're making me crazy as hell. Now lick me some more."
She used her tongue lavishly all over his cock and balls. She was beginning to enjoy herself. It wasn't bad. She could feel a sense of power inside herself as she licked his cock. She couldn't understand why but she felt strong and hot with his cock so vulnerable.
Her pussy was getting wet and she had to position herself so that she could keep her thighs tightly together and shut off some of those delicious feelings.
"God, baby," he moaned. "Now put your mouth on my cock. Suck it up!"
But now was the time that she had been waiting for and wondering if she could manage it. His cock looked so big that she doubted that she could get it into her mouth. She wondered how Yvette had ever managed to suck on that big stiff thing.
More jism had leaked from the end of his prick and first she licked that away.
"Christ, cunt," he said. "Come on, suck it. Put your mouth on it and suck it!"
It was too late to back out. She lowered her head and opened her lips wide. She sucked just his crown between her lips and touched it with her tongue. He groaned and his hips came off the chair. He drove more of his meaty flesh between her lips.
She tried to draw her head back as she gasped. He wouldn't allow that. He held the back of her head tightly and began feeding more of his thick cock into her mouth.
She grabbed his staff just above his balls and that was as far as he could push his prick into her mouth. He didn't try for anymore. He seemed to be satisfied with just half his bloated prick between her lips.
"Shit, babe," he said. "You got a nice hot mouth. Like hot fire down there. Suck on me, babe. Use your tongue and suck on me."
She felt stuffed by his prick but she did the best she could. She tried to use her tongue around the top of his prick and she even allowed a little more of his staff to slip into her mouth.
She could hardly breathe, at first, but after a while she began to get the hang of it. Jimmy made it a little easier on her. He could have forced the rest of his meat down her throat. She was sure that then she would have died.
But Jimmy didn't do that. He remained perfectly still and let her explore his cock. She was able to relax a little as she realized that Jimmy wasn't going to press anymore of his cock into her mouth.
"Suck on it," he groaned.
She began to suck and to roll his cock-head from one comer of her mouth to the other. All the time she kept her tongue busy around the sensitive ridge of his prick-head. She closed her eyes and let his prick slip deeper still.
"Shit yeah," Jimmy cried.
She felt a little more of his jism leaking into the back of her throat. She was growing use to the taste. Jimmy was directing the movements of her head.
He pulled her head slightly back and then pulled her lips back down the slimy length of his rod. She began to get the idea. Her head bobbed without being pulled.
"Yeah," Jimmy groaned.
He no longer had to direct her. She moved her head back and forth on his prick with a rhythmic motion. She could tell that he was getting more and more excited as her mouth worked on him.
"Play with my balls," Jimmy commanded. "Play with my balls. Don't squeeze hard. Just play with them with your fingertips."
She held herself steady with one hand while she raised the other to touch his balls. She did just as he told her. She ran her fingertips lightly over his swollen sacs and she felt him respond by pushing his prick deeper into her mouth.
She released most of his cock and then bobbed her head forward again.
"Shit," Jimmy moaned. "Oh shit."
She heard the sound she'd been afraid of. Someone had come into the kitchen. She heard the breathing sounds. She pulled her head back and looked quickly around. Lois was there and she was grinning drunkenly.
"Get your fucking head back," Jimmy said angrily. "I was starting to get there."
"I can't with her watching," Sally protested.
Sally already knew that she would never have the same reputation. She had been one of the girls who had most often poked fun at Lois for being the kind of girl she was. Now Sally knew that Lois would spread it all over the high school.
"Get the fuck out of here," Jimmy told Lois, "and you'd better make fucking sure nobody else comes in here."
"Sure, Jimmy," Lois said, suddenly frightened. The young girl didn't want to mess around with Jimmy. "I'm sorry. I'm leaving right now."
Jimmy waited until Lois had left the kitchen. "All right, cunt. Suck it."
He pulled her head back to his cock and jabbed his prick between her lips. This time he wasn't gentle. He could feel the hot swelling of his balls and he knew he didn't have long before he shot off in her mouth.
"Suck it good, you bitch," he said. "I'm going to give you a hot mouthful of cum!"
She let the long length of his prick slide deep in her throat and then she began the same bobbing movements that she had been doing before. He liked it. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to move a little faster.
"Yeah, bitch," he moaned. "Suck me. Suck me good. I'm going to give you a mouthful!"
Her head moved faster and faster until she felt the first hot spurt of his cum.
"Yeah," Jimmy said. "I'm going to give it to you. Ahhhh God yes, baby. Suck it. Taste my cum. TASTE MY FUCKING CUMMMMM!"
She started to swallow his sticky salty jism as he pumped it into her mouth. She started to feel a little sick but she somehow kept herself from it. She began thinking about the hot heat in her pussy and she swallowed his sticky jism a little easier.
"Baby," he groaned. "Oh you fucking cocksucking bitch!"
She drained his cock with the movements of her lips. His cum had smeared her lips and the inside of her mouth and she quickly licked it away.
"Like a kitten sucking cream," Jimmy said, laughing.
He made her lick his cock completely clean and he could feel her pussy growing hotter.
"You keep sucking, bitch," Jimmy said. "Get my prick hard again and I'm going to give you a good fucking!"
She felt a shivery sensation in her stomach at the thought of him fucking her. Already she could feel a dampness on the insides of her thighs. Her pussy had turned into a wet aching hole that needed to be filled.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered.
She put her lips to his cock again. She sucked for a long while but he didn't get hard. She was beginning to feel desperate when she felt a trembling in his prick. She used her teeth and tongue on his cock-head and she felt the first swelling.
"Yeah," he groaned. "Fuck yeah. Get me hard and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!"
She sucked on him as hard as she could and his cock grew as bloated as it had been before. She used her tongue on the slit at the end of his crown, licking up his leaking juice.
"Christ, baby," he groaned. "You sure learn fast!"
His prick was stiff and ready and he pushed her away. He could feel the aching heat in his balls as he thought about pushing his rod into her virgin pussy. Damn, he was hot to get at her. Getting his dick sucked was nice but there was nothing better than virgin pussy.
"How?" she asked.
He understood what she meant. The floor was too hard and he knew she wouldn't like the idea of going into the living room. He looked around.
"All right," he said. "There's only one way. You go and bend over the kitchen table. I'll fuck you from behind."
Her knees felt weak as she walked to the kitchen table and bent over it. He stood behind her and hiked her skirt up above her waist.
He loved the creamy globes of her ass. He put his hands on them and spread them apart. He was sorely tempted to give her a good ass fucking but what he really wanted was pussy. Some of that sweet virgin pussy around his aching cock. He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her damp cunt.
He explored her pussy with his fingers and then jabbed two fingers up into her tight feeling cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she cried.
He moved his fingers around the lusty cunt walls and he remembered how sweet she had tasted. God, if she could fuck as good as her pussy tasted. He moved his finger to her clit and began rubbing the hard little nubbin.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "You're making me so hot. I need your cock. I need it!"
"Sure, baby," he said.
He took his hand from between her legs. He moved close so that his thighs touched her creamy asscheeks. He took his cock and pressed it snug against her pussy groove.
He felt her moving, trying to suck his prick between the lips of her hungry pussy. She was wet and getting wetter. He gave a little push and his prick-head entered her pussylips.
"Oh God," she cried out softly. "Oh fuck, that feels good. That feels so good!"
He pushed again and he felt his prick-head meet the resistance of her hymen. He had started to think that she wasn't a virgin, that all of this had just been an act on her part. He felt like she was just too fucking hot to be a virgin.
Even Yvette had not carried on this way the first time.
But she was a virgin. He had met the resistance of her virgin walls.
"Shit, baby," he moaned. "I'm going to put it in you now. Get ready for a good fuck!"
"Yes," she moaned. "I'm ready! I'm ready."
He slammed his prick into her with one sudden violent plunge. He felt her walls give way and he was deep inside her pussy and she was squirming like she was on fire.
"Oh God," she cried. "Oh God, I can feel you so deep in my pussy. So deep. Oh God!"
She didn't seem to have any pain so he didn't rest. He brought his cock back out and saw that the tip was smeared with her blood and juices. There was no doubt about it. She had been a virgin.
"You hot bitch," he said, satisfied. "You hot bitch. Now I'm going to fuck you."
"Give it to me," she moaned. "Give me every inch. Fuck me good. I've waited so long."
He began fucking her in long, hard strokes that slapped his balls against the creamy cheeks of her ass. He was getting in deep and he could feel her pussy tighten on every stroke. She may have been a virgin but she was fucking with experience. She must have been a natural fuck.
"Give it to me," she cried again, and he pumped faster. He was almost out of breath but she wanted it hard and fast and he tried to give her what she wanted. She was like a wild animal. Her ass was moving as fast as he could fuck her.
"Bitch," he cried. "I'm going to tear you up. I'm going to tear up your fucking cunt!"
"Yes!" she cried.
He fucked her as he had never fucked any girl, not even Yvette. He tried to bruise her, to get her to the point where she would be begging him to take it a little easier. But she never reached that point. She only seemed to want more.
He reached around her and grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, yes, yes!"
She kept slamming back against him even as she felt his big prick swelling up. She knew he was going to spurt his thick jism into her cunt and that was what she wanted. She somehow moved a little differently so that his thrusts rubbed against her clit.
"Ahhhh," she groaned.
She could feel the fire in her belly and that shivery sensation was back again. She cried out at the first hot spasm that shook her body. She pressed her full tits hard against Jimmy's hands and rubbed her nipples against his palms.
"God, I'm coming," she cried. "It's good. It's better than when you ate me. Your big cock is making me come. I love it. I'm coming. I'M COMINGAFFFFFFFUCKKKKK! " Her hot juices flooded his cock as he drove his prick savagely between her legs. He felt his own jism shooting up from his balls and he fucked her in short, choppy strokes. His cum-filled balls dapped loudly against her.
"I'm going to come in your pussy," he gasped.
"That's what I want!" she cried. "I want your cum in my pussy. I want to feel it. I want you to come. Come!"
He gave her one last deep stroke and he felt the first shooting fire go through his dick.
"HERE IT FUCKING COMES!" he screamed. "TAKE ALL OF THIS IN YOUR FUCKING PUSSY!"
He spurted again and again until he could feel his own cum leaking out of her cunt onto his balls and her thighs. He gave her another stroke as his prick drained into her.
"Oh yeah," he said softly. "Oh that's the fucking way. That's the fucking way!"
"Was I good?" she asked.
"Baby," he said. "You are some of the best pussy I've ever had."
He let his cock slip limply .out of her cunt and he walked back over to the kitchen chair and sat down. Damn, but this had been a night. Lots of fucking and sucking. It should keep him for a while.
"Get me a beer," he said.
He watched that glorious ass of Sally's as she walked over and took a beer from the fridge. He smiled in contentment. Now he had two girls whenever he decided to come home for the week-end. Two hot little bitches.
He took a deep swallow from the cold beer that Sally handed him. Two hot little cunts. He didn't think anybody could ever be as lucky.
CHAPTER FOUR
Donnie opened his eyes to a splitting headache. He couldn't remember where he was at first and then he remembered the fight and everything that had happened afterwards. He was ashamed of himself. Not ashamed because he had stepped forward for Yvette but ashamed that he had lost the fight so badly.
He had enough talent to take Brad. He could have! Sure, a lot of people thought he was weak and soft but he had a good brain and he knew the basics of fighting. He could have taken Brad if he had stayed cool. But he couldn't stay cool. He had tried to fight in a blind anger and Brad had made meat out of him.
"Damn," Donnie said. "Damn, damn, damn!"
Donnie swung his legs off the couch and sat holding his head. He shouldn't have had so much to drink. He didn't handle it very well.
He got off the couch and padded into the living room. The party was over. Nobody had remained behind. He figured Yvette and Sally had already gone to sleep upstairs.
He smelled coffee and he went into the kitchen. Yvette's Aunt Kate was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Aunt Kate was one of Donnie's best friends. He had known her since he'd been a little boy.
Not that she was old. She was in her thirties and she'd taken care of Yvette since her parents had died. Aunt Kate was an attractive woman. She had auburn hair that she wore in a crisp style and very green eyes.
Tonight she had just returned from a party and she was sitting thinking about the young medical student who had driven her home. He had been a nice looking man, although half her own age.
Kate had made it obvious to him that she wouldn't have minded stopping at a motel before they got home. Kate had been feeling a little homy and she thought the good looking young med student was just the one to take care of it.
However, he hadn't been interested. It made Kate think she was getting ugly or something. She hated the thought of getting old and ugly. She kept her body in good shape with plenty of exercise but she knew she couldn't fight off old age forever.
"Oh hell," Kate said. "I might as well enjoy what I've got while I've got it."
That was what she was thinking when she heard someone coming into the kitchen. She looked surprised when she looked up and saw Donnie.
"Why Don," she said. She was the only one who called him Don. "You're out late."
Then her eyes narrowed a little as she saw the cuts on his face.
"You've been fighting," she said.
"Not much of a fight," he said. "I got my butt whipped."
"Because of Yvette?" Kate asked.
Donnie nodded. Kate knew how he felt about Yvette and she knew what Yvette was going through. Yvette was the kind of girl who needed a good, strong boy. Donnie wasn't that type although Kate had the feeling he would be if he had some confidence.
Nothing had ever happened to Donnie to make him feel confident. He had always been just another young boy on the block and none of the girls looked at him except as a younger brother. Kate had heard Yvette refer to him that way dozens of times and she had seen the hurt in his eyes each time.
"You shouldn't fight over a girl," Kate said. "Any girl."
"It wasn't just Yvette," Donnie said. "I just don't like that Brad. He's a bully. He's always pushing people around. I'd like to take his head off for him!"
"But you couldn't quite do it?" she asked.
"I could have," he said, "if I could stay cool. He's stupid and I could lick him if I could stay cool. But my problem is that I get mad and forget everything I've ever been taught."
Kate did know Brad. A couple of times she had thought about seducing the hulking giant, but she had always chickened out. It wasn't a good idea to be messing with Yvette's friends and besides she wasn't sure that she liked Brad. He looked as if he could have a lot of cruelty in him.
Looking at Donnie she was glad she hadn't. Only a big bully could have done that to Donnie.
"I could whip him," Donnie said fiercely. "I know judo and I know some other tricks. I could whip him. But I just get so mad!"
There was something in his voice that made Kate take a closer look. There was a confident note there. Perhaps Donnie wasn't just bragging. Perhaps he could whip the bigger boy.
"Would you like some coffee?" Kate said. "A little coffee would do you good."
"No coffee," Donnie answered quickly. "But I could use a beer. I've got a splitting headache."
Kate thought about it and then decided that another beer wouldn't hurt him. He was nearly sober now. She got up and went to the-fridge and brought him his beer. She saw his eyes widen and she remembered how she was dressed.
He had never seen her like this. She had on a full length skirt and high black boots but it was her blouse that his eyes went to. He could see right down to her navel. Her blouse was split down the middle and the skimpy material barely contained her huge breasts. She wore no bra and her nipples poked at the material.
She saw him swallow nervously as she handed him his beer.
She had a feeling in her stomach that she didn't understand. Donnie was the son of one of her best friends. Surely she couldn't think of him sexually. Why she had known Donnie as a little boy.
But she couldn't help thinking that he wasn't a little boy anymore. He had grown into a handsome young man who would be going to college soon. He had dark hair and blue eyes and she guessed that he could have been sexy with a little experience under his belt.
Kate crossed her legs and sipped at her coffee.
She kept wondering if he was a virgin. That might account for his lack of experience and his lack of confidence. Sometimes a boy could really change once he got his first taste of pussy.
It was a wild thought. Fucking him would be wrong but somehow she couldn't get it out of her mind. She wanted this handsome young boy.
She decided that the best thing to do was to get him 'out of her house as quickly as possible. That way there would be no temptation.
"Finish up your beer," she said. "It's getting late and I'm tired."
He nodded. He drank his beer down in a few gulps and wiped his lips with a satisfied look. He stood up. He was standing close and she suddenly realized that he could see right down the front of her blouse. He was ogling her big snowy tits.
"I guess I have to go," he said.
"I guess you do," she said.
And for the first time in his life Donnie had the courage to do something. He reached down the front of her blouse and fondled one of her big tits. Kate looked at him with a shocked expression. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"Don," she said. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," he said. "I had to touch you. You were so beautiful and I had to."
She should have jerked his hand out right away but the truth was that she didn't want to. She liked the feeling of his strong young hand fondling her flesh. It had been a long time for her. She put her coffee cup down and rested her cheek against his hairy arm.
"That does feel nice," she said.
Donnie was surprised as hell. He had found the courage to do it but he fully expected to be kicked out of her home and never to be invited back. Instead she was resting her soft cheek against his arm and making no attempt to fight him.
"You feel nice," he said.
"And your hand feels nice," she groaned. "Oh Don, it's been so long since a man has touched me like this!"
Donnie was like a little boy in a candy shop. He had never touched a woman's breast. He had never felt the soft, firm flesh in his fingers before. He licked at his nervous lips as he moved closer. He could see down the front of her blouse as if she was wearing nothing at all.
He could see both her creamy peaks and he had never seen tits like Kate's except in the magazines. He grew bolder because she wasn't trying to stop him.
He slipped both sides of her gown off her white shoulders and slipped it down until she was naked from the waist up. He ogled her bare flesh. They were gorgeous. The most beautiful things he had ever seen.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"Donnie," she moaned. "We shouldn't be doing this. I'm old enough to be your mother."
Somehow he knew she didn't mean what she said. He knew that she didn't mean for him to stop. He kept fondling her tit and he cupped her other tit with his free hand. He felt those big rosy nipples harden against his palms.
"Oh Don," she gasped. "Don, you're making me feel so crazy. You shouldn't."
"I can't help it," he said. "I can't."
He wanted to kiss her flesh and he couldn't control himself. He had no way of knowing that she was about to find the courage to make him stop. She was starting to realize what the young boy was doing and how much trouble she could get into if she let it go on.
She reached for his hand but he was already dropping on his knees and touching his lips to the tip of her sweet peak. All thoughts of stopping him went out of her head. She couldn't stop the one who gave her such sweet feelings.
"Oh Don," she said. "You shouldn't be doing this. You really shouldn't."
At the same time she was placing her hand on the hack of his neck and she was directing his head where she wanted it to go. She felt his lips brush against the sensitive flesh of her melon shaped tits, slowly going down until he had her nipple.
"Oh yes," she sobbed. "It's been so long. Suck my nipple, Donnie. Suck my tit."
She pulled his head closer as his mouth opened and his teeth scraped her nipple. She sobbed and pulled him even tighter. She arched her back and she felt more of her hot flesh slipping into his mouth.
"That's it, baby," she moaned. "Take it all. Take every bit of my tit. Suck it, Don!"
His lips worked feverishly on her bare flesh. He began to get the hang of what he was doing and he moved his lips from one hard nipple to the other. He covered her sweet flesh with his tongue and she felt an itching excitement in her crotch.
"Don," she asked, "Don, have you ever fucked a girl?"
"Hell yes," he answered, but something in his voice told her it wasn't the truth. He really was a virgin. She was going to take his innocence. The thought didn't turn her off. Nothing could turn her off.
"Not here," she said, pushing Don away. "Not here. Let's go to my room!"
He looked at her suspiciously as if he thought she was trying to play a trick on him.
"Don't worry," she said, laughing. "I'm going to give you what you want. Now come on."
He followed her from the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Be quiet," she warned him. "Yvette's room is just next door and they may still be awake."
She didn't tell Donnie that it would have made no difference if Yvette had been awake. She had often had men up in her room and there was plenty of noise. The only thing of it was that she didn't want Yvette to know that she was robbing the cradle this time. Yvette might have funny feelings about her aunt fucking Donnie.
"In here," she said.
Donnie had never been in her bedroom before.
It was a plush pink bedroom much different from the one his parents shared. There was a huge mirror in one comer that showed every part of the room. He felt his cock harden as he looked at Kate in the mirror.
The big tits of the auburn haired woman looked so hot. She was just so damned beautiful. As he watched she let the rest of her gown fall to the floor.
"Damn," he said.
-- She was dressed as he'd never seen a woman before. She had on pale blue panties but she also had a black garter belt and long black stockings.
"Do you like?" she asked, turning for him.
"Jesus," he said.
She had a plump ass and sexy legs but he had never seen a more beautiful woman. His cock felt uncomfortable in the confinement of his trousers but he wasn't sure what to do next. He didn't have to worry. She showed him.
"Let's see what you look like," she said.
He reached for her but she slapped his hands away. "Now don't be impatient. You'll get to unwrap the goodies soon enough. First I want to see what you look like."
Donnie couldn't help blushing as the mature woman began to undress him with practiced skill. She thought his red face was funny. She didn't laugh out loud because she didn't want to frighten him off.
"Hmmmmm," she said, as she stripped off his shirt and undershirt. "That's a nice looking chest you've got. Really nice. You've got just the right amount of hair. I don't like a man to be too hairy."
She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and let her fingertips trail down to his belly. She could feel the quivering excitement in his belly.
"Calm down," she told him. "It's better when it's slow the first time."
She knew she was only kidding herself. There was no way he was going to make it slow the first time. He wanted it too badly. She let her hand go lower and she touched the hard bulge in his trousers.
"Oh my," she said. "Hmmmm, you are a big one."
She was pleasantly surprised to feel the stiffness of his prick, and surprised at the length of it. She hadn't known what she'd been missing. Chances were good that Yvette would have tapped this if she'd known how big it was.
"Let me see that monster," she said.
She quickly unbuckled his trousers and unzipped him. She peeled his trousers off his thick, hairy legs and he kicked out of them. He wore a pair of jockey shorts that barely concealed his huge prick.
"My God," she said, in awe. "You are a big one. Jesus, it's a big cock. I never expected this."
She still couldn't believe it as she peeled his shorts off his legs and took her first good look at his prick. It was probably the biggest one she'd ever seen. Not big enough to hurt but big enough to really make a girl cry and climb the walls.
"You really think it's big enough?" he asked. "Big enough?" she asked. "God, it's beautiful." She couldn't resist dropping to her knees before his huge meaty organ. She licked at the soft underside and she felt cum dripping onto her cheek. He was really hot. She nibbled at the sensitive crown of his cock and tasted more of his thick cum-juice leaking into her mouth.
"God," he groaned. "Jesus!"
She wondered how much she could get into her mouth. She opened wide and sucked hard but she barely got past the bloated crown and a third of his flesh.
"Whew," she said. "You are one big bastard!"
He lifted her to her feet and he kissed her mouth. She tasted his hot tongue probing and she pushed her own against it. She liked the taste of his hard mouth. He knew how to kiss a woman. He made her knees feel weak.
He wasn't acting so inexperienced anymore. Perhaps he knew that she was his to command. She had sucked his prick and that had taken all of his natural inhibitions. Now he wanted to explore her body as if she belonged to him.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "That's nice."
His hands went all over her body as he touched every part. She felt him rubbing her nipples again and she pushed her body closer to him. She parted her plump thighs and captured his prick between them. She rolled him between her thighs and loved the feeling of that big hot rod.
"You big bastard," she moaned again.
She pushed her hand between them and she dropped her fingers to caress his heavy balls. He was jerking and she could feel more of his hot juice leaking out onto her thighs.
"Oh, Jesus," she groaned. "Let's get on the bed. Please. Let's get on the bed."
She was hot to feel that big cock in her hungry pussy. She pushed him away and quickly stripped out of her panties. He blinked his eyes when he saw her heavy auburn cunt bush.
"That's right," she said proudly. "I'm a natural redhead."
She reached for the hooks on her stockings but he caught her hand.
"No," he said. "Leave them on."
"The boots too?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"You're a kinky boy," she said, but she left her black stockings and boots on.
He reached around her waist and fondled her plump pink ass. She had a wet pussy and she couldn't stand waiting anymore. She pulled him to the bed. She stretched out on her back and pulled him down on top of her.
"I need that big prick of yours," she groaned. "Please give it to me. I need it bad."
She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his stiff flesh. She pulled the cock-head snug against her pussy. He felt so big. God, he would kill her with that thing but it would be a delicious death.
"Put it in," she groaned. She began to rotate her hips so that he couldn't wait anymore. He moved forward and she felt his prick-head nudging apart the lips of her pussy.
"Oh yesssss," she sobbed. "I want it in me!"
He shoved forward and his big cock stretched the walls of her cunt as it went into her. She felt him deep in her stomach and he was still pushing. "I'm going to die," she cried. "Oh God, you're going to kill me, but don't stop! Please don't stop!"
He pulled his cock half out of her and then he gave one hard thrust and his big cock went into her pussy up to his balls. She sobbed as she felt that thick monster spreading apart the sensitive lips of her cunt.
He was so damned big.
"Wait just a moment," she said. "Let me get my breath back. Don't fuck yet. Wait just a minute." But there was no stopping him. He was too excited. He began to fuck her in deep strokes that threatened to drive her ass right through her double bed. It felt good. After a few moments she began to hump up to meet his thrust.
"Oh God," she cried. "This is crazy. You make me feel like I've never felt before. Oh God!"
She lifted her legs and tried to wrap them around his back but her boots kept getting in the way. She had to be content with just lifting her legs a little higher than usual. She really didn't need to get his prick in any deeper, though. He was in so goddamned deep already.
"Oh you big bastard," she said. "You can really give a girl a fuck."
"It feels good," he groaned. "It feels good. It feels so fucking good."
She no longer worried about anyone hearing them. What the fuck did she care if they did hear them? She was feeling too damned good. She hadn't had a cock like this one in a long fucking time and she was enjoying the one she had.
She kept driving her pussy back at him and squeezing her cunt walls together.
"I love it," he said. "I fucking love it. Jesus, it feels good! Good. Fucking good!"
He plunged into her hungry cunt with powerful piston like strokes. She felt his prick when it started to swell and it was too soon. Much too soon.
"Not yet," she begged him. "Not yet."
But it was too late to stop him. He was ready and she felt the first hot spurt of his cum.
"Gaaaaa," he groaned. "God, I'm giving it to you. Christ, here I come. Here I come. GAAAAAA AAAA!"
His cock plunged deep into her cunt and he spurted again and again. She felt his thick juice running out of her pussy and sticking wetly to her thighs and cunthairs. It felt good but it was just too damned soon.
He rested on top of her and she waited for his prick to grow limp. It never did. After a while he began to move his prick into her again. She couldn't believe it. She had not felt this type of strength in any man.
"Oh, you big bastard," she cried. "You big fucking bastard. Give it to me!"
This time it was a lot slower. He fucked her with a steady rhythm that started the hot fires in her belly. She felt the first hot tingle go up her spine.
"Play with my ass," she said. "Put your hands underneath me and play with my ass."
He slipped his big hands underneath her and lifted her ass off the bed. She felt him gently squeezing the cheeks of her snow white ass while he continued to thrust into her pussy.
She closed her eyes and gave into the hot feelings that threatened to rip her apart. His big cock felt so fucking good. So fucking good! God, it was nice.
A hot spasm clutched at her belly.
"Ohhhhhh Don," she cried. "You're going to make me come. Oh, I love it. I've needed it for so long. I'm going to come! Oh, you big hot bastard, YOUUUUUUUBASTARDDDDDDD! " Her juices flooded his prick and she could feel him quicken his strokes. He was going to come again. She somehow managed to raise her ass a little off the bed.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "Give me your hot cum! Give it to me!"
"You bitch," he groaned. "Ahhhh fuck. You've got a tight pussy. A tight pussy. A TIGHT PUSSYYYYY!"
His cum spurted into her cunt again and she dropped exhausted back on the bed. She kept moving her hips until every drop of his juice had been drained away.
"Oh shit," she moaned.
She had never been so royally fucked. She felt every part of her body aching with satisfaction. Now she knew what it mean to be made to climb the walls because of a guy's cock.
But he still wasn't getting soft. He was still as firm as when he had first put his prick into her. She knew she was too damned sore to stand another fuck.
"You are quite a fucking man," she said softly. "Quite a fucking man."
That was when the phone rang and she reached for it quickly. It was Donnie's mother. She was worried about her son. Kate was tempted to tell his mother that she was taking good care of him, that he was on top of her with his prick in her pussy.
She stopped herself from telling Donnie's mother that. She could feel Donnie moving his prick in and out of her once more as she talked to his mother. She lied and said that Donnie was asleep on the couch and she would wake him up and send him home. His mother sounded angry. Kate said good-bye quickly.
"Jesus," she said, putting down the phone. "Jesus, you've got to quit."
"I can't," he said. "I'm still homy."
"You have to quit," she said. "Besides, you have to go."
She was surprised by the hand that closed around her throat. His grip was fierce.
"I'm going again," he said.
The way he said it left no room for argument. She lay there as he began to drive his prick into her cunt again. Damn, it was beginning to hurt.
"Don," she said. "Let me up. I'll do something for you. I promise. But let me up."
"What'll you do?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'll suck your cock for you,"-she said, "but please let me up now. You're hurting me."
"All right," he said reluctantly. "I don't want to hurt you."
He took his prick from her pussy and let her get up. She went into the bathroom and came back with a damp rag. She rubbed the rag over his hard prick until she had cleaned it of her juices. She didn't mind the taste but she wanted to taste his prick only. "I'll suck it," she said, "but then you have to go."
"You suck it good and I'll go," he said.
There was a new confidence in his voice that she had never heard before. There was also a new look in his eyes. It made her nervous.
He pulled her face to his cock and she let his prick slip into her mouth. She had sucked enough cock to know exactly what she was doing. He was big but she concentrated on the tip of his cock. She knew this was the most sensitive part of his prick. All the while she rolled his balls gently in her fingers.
"Ahhhhhh," he moaned. "Nobody's ever done this to me before. I love your hot mouth. God, I love it!"
She sucked as much of his prick into her mouth as she could manage. She shut her eyes and tried to find a way to breathe through the thick smell of his cock. He was so damned big. She rolled his prick-head from one cheek to the other and all the time she used her tongue around the cock-head. "Ahhhhh shit!" he gasped.
He grabbed the back of her head. She knew he was going to come quick but she also knew it was going to be brutal for her. It was the most brutal mouthfucking she'd ever gotten.
He began slamming his big rigid prick into her mouth and pulling it halfway out and then slamming it back again. She could feel his cock-head pushing against the back of her throat. Her mouth had never felt so filled with prick.
"Ummmmm, Christ," he said. "This is so fucking nice. Ahhh, eat my prick. Eat it up!"
The only thing she could do was try to keep from choking on his stiff meat. She thought that one day she might teach him what a blow-job was all about. One day she might be able to take her time and really give him a tongue licking.
But even after coming twice he was homy and there was going to be no slow coming today.
"God," he groaned. "I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to give you a mouthful. God, I'm going to give you a big mouthful. Ahhhh shittt! SHIIIITT"
She gulped quickly as he came into her mouth. He came like a gusher of hot oil. His thick cream filled the inside of her mouth and dripped from the comer of her mouth onto her big tits. She gagged but somehow she managed to suck the rest of his juice into her mouth.
"Ahh fuck," he moaned. "That was fine."
She licked away the rest of his thick cum-juice until she had his cock clean again.
"There," she said dreamily. "You need to go on home now."
"Yeah," Donnie said, "but I'm coming back for more."
She watched Donnie get up and dress. He had changed. She had been right about his first fuck changing him. She wondered what it would be like the next time he and Brad met.
CHAPTER FIVE
Yvette was thinking about Jimmy.
He had been gone for two weeks and she felt worse each day. She was really feeling homy. She found herself looking at other boys and comparing them to Jimmy. None of them matched up. She was still a little hurt by what he had done to her, but that made little difference in her feelings toward him.
Sally was giving her a little party to cheer her up. It was a dull party. Sally's parents watched Sally's parties closer than Aunt Kate watched them.
Most of the kids had already gone home. A few of them were swimming in Sally's father's heated pool but they would have had a better time if someone had broken out some beer.
"Cheer up," Sally said. "You look like you've lost your best friend. This is your party."
"Not much of a party," Yvette said.
"It's better than those sex orgies that you throw," Sally said angrily.
Sally hadn't wanted to mention what had happened to her that night. But Yvette's attitude was making her angry. She had gone to a lot of trouble with the party and Yvette was acting like it was something useless.
"I don't throw sex orgies," Yvette said angrily.
"What would you call it when everyone gets fucked?" Sally said angrily.
There was something in Sally's voice that Yvette had never heard before. She turned and looked at her friend suspiciously. Sally was wearing a pair of tight stretch pants and a halter that showed off most of her abundant breasts.
"Sally," Yvette said. "Someone got you that night. Hot damn, you got fucked!"
"No," Sally said.
"You did," Yvette said. "Who was it? Who finally got into your panties?"
"Don't you talk like that," Sally said.
Yvette was like a dog pulling at a bone. She had it in her teeth and she wasn't going to let it go until Sally told her the truth. She caught her friend's arm as Sally got up to leave.
"Now hold on," she said. "You can't just walk away. You've got to tell me the truth."
"I told you the truth," Sally insisted.
"No, you didn't," Yvette said. "You can't even look me in the face. Come on, Sally. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Girls and boys get together and that's natural. Who was it?"
Yvette saw the tears spring up in Sally's eyes. "I can't tell you."
"Sure you can," Yvette said. "I'm your best friend. You can tell me."
"I can't," she said.
"Oh come on," Yvette said. "Don't be like that. You can tell me."
Then Yvette understood. Sally wouldn't be acting this way unless it was something very serious. There was only one boy that would make Sally act so evasive.
"Jimmy?" Yvette questioned softly.
"Yes, damn it," Sally answered bitterly. "It was Jimmy. Your boyfriend. He caught me in the kitchen."
"Did he rape you?" Yvette asked.
"No, it wasn't rape," Sally answered. "Not after he got started. I wanted it as badly as he did."
Yvette didn't understand the jealousy that suddenly took control of her. She'd always known that Sally was a tempting young thing and that Jimmy was tempted by her. She'd always known that Jimmy fucked other girls.
So why did she feel so jealous about Sally fucking him? She couldn't understand why but it was there. Jealous feelings that really hurt Yvette.
"You bitch," Yvette said. "You went out after him and you got him."
"That's not fair," Sally said. "I wanted him but I didn't go after him."
"I saw you," Yvette said. "I saw you swinging your ass and smiling all night long. You wanted him!"
She was totally unprepared for Sally to swing at her. Sally knocked Yvette backwards and Yvette couldn't keep her balance. She landed on her beautiful ass in the grass.
"You can't say that to me," Sally said. "Your boyfriend was a nice fuck but I didn't go after him. I didn't."
Yvette could have whipped Sally. She knew she could have. But she didn't get off the ground. She was feeling guilty about the things she'd said. She wouldn't say she was sorry but it wouldn't be fair to kick Sally's ass.
Sally turned on her heel and stalked away.
Yvette got up and brushed herself off. She looked around but she saw that nobody had noticed what had happened. Sally's parents had gone inside and the kids were out by the pool.
It wouldn't be nice to leave her own party but Yvette had the feeling she wouldn't be welcome for a while.
She had to go through the house to get out and she tried to walk as softly as possible. But she heard her name called as she was passing the study.
She looked in and saw Sally's father.
Sally's father was some kind of teacher or something at the college. Yvette never knew exactly what he taught or what his job was but he was an intellectual type. He was a short-haired man who wore glasses and had a dirty mind.
Yvette had always known about his dirty mind. She had been a little girl when she and Sally had found the pictures in one of his desk drawers. They were vivid color pictures that showed everything a beautiful young woman had.
They had never told anyone about finding the pictures but Yvette always thought of him as having a dirty mind.
"Come in here, honey," he said. "Come talk to me. I haven't talked to you in a long time."
She knew what he wanted. His little talks always consisted of the girl sitting across from him so that he could watch her legs. It was funny that he never wanted to talk if a girl had on pants. Only when she wore a short skirt.
Today Yvette had picked out a short blue skirt and a fluffy white sweater to wear. She liked the way it made the boys look at her even though she had eyes for nobody but Jimmy. Still, it made her feel good to have their eyes on her.
Maybe it would feel good to have Sally's father looking so hotly at her.
"How have you been doing, Yvette?" he asked. "Are you enjoying your party?"
"I would like it better with a little booze," Yvette said.
He laughed nervously as if he wasn't sure how to take her comment. He seemed ill at ease. He got even more nervous when she sat down across from and crossed her legs. Her skirt slid back to reveal plenty of her creamy thighs. He looked hard at her and then he blushed a deep red. He looked away but he quickly looked back.
He was a shy bastard. He didn't know where to look. He wanted to see everything he could but he didn't want to seem obvious about it. "How have you been getting along, Mr. Brogan?" she asked.
"Call me Steve," he said. "After all, you'll be getting out of high school soon. You're practically a grown up girl."
"My boyfriends think I am a grown girl," Yvette said.
"Ummmm," he said. "I bet you have a lot of boyfriends."
Yvette was beginning to get an idea. She wondered how far she could take this game. She was still a little hurt that Sally had fucked her boyfriend. Maybe she would pay her friend back. Maybe she would fuck her Daddy.
It was a funny thought. She didn't think she was really serious about it. Still, it would be a kick to see how far she could take the game.
She crossed her legs the other way and let her skirt slip even farther up her thighs. Now he was sweating. He wiped his face and his hands trembled.
"Do you have a lot of boyfriends?" he asked.
"I have a few," she admitted.
"I bet you have more than a few," he said. "I bet you have dozens."
"Only a few," she said again."
She got up and walked around the study. The walls had been widened and there were shelves with many books. She wondered if he read all the books. She wondered if anyone could read all those books.
"Do you read all of these?" she asked.
"Some," he answered.
She turned around and caught him looking at her ass. She thought he was silly. A boy her own age would tell her what a nice looking ass she had. He certainly wouldn't blush about looking at her. In fact, most boys her age would stare obviously so that she might get the idea.
"Do you still keep those dirty pictures in your desk?" she asked.
She'd asked the question without thinking. Now she saw the frozen stare he gave her and she realized that nobody was supposed to know about his pictures. It was a secret that he had kept from everyone, even his wife, for a great many years. Now here was this young girl telling him she knew.
"How did you find out about the pictures?" he asked.
"Hey," she said. "Don't get so uptight. I never told anyone. I found them when I was younger."
"And Sally. Does she know too?"
Yvette felt sorry enough for him to lie. She didn't want to hurt Sally's father and she knew it would hurt if he knew that Sally had been with her when she'd found the pictures.
"Noo," Yvette said. "Sally doesn't know about your pictures."
"Thank God for that," he said.
"Come on," Yvette said. "That's no way to act. There's nothing wrong with liking to look at pictures. There's nothing so terrible about that."
"My wife would think so," he said.
"You don't have to tell your wife everything," she said.
She made her voice suggestive and he looked at her in a different way. Suddenly Yvette knew she was no longer just playing an innocent game. She'd been without a good hard cock for two weeks and she'd been used to getting it regular.
Sally's father might give her what she wanted and there would be no complications. He wouldn't want anyone else to know and he wouldn't talk about love or anything mushy. It would just be a quick fuck between friends.
"Do you want me to shut the door?" she asked. "Everyone else is outside. Nobody cares what's going on in here."
"Shut the door," he said.
She closed the heavy door to his study and she locked it. He looked a little confused when she turned back around. She realized he was wondering exactly what was going on. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
"Do you still have your pictures?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "They're in the desk."
"Let's look at them."
She walked back to his desk and took a seat on top of it. She was inches away from him. She crossed her long legs and she could feel his breath on her naked thighs. He was close enough to reach out but he still didn't have the nerve.
He couldn't take his eyes off the creamy expanse of her thighs as her skirt slipped higher and higher. He' wanted to touch her. God, he wanted to put his tongue on her legs and lick all the Way to her moist honeypot. There was no use in dreaming, though. He knew he'd never have a chance with a girl like Yvette. She would give all she had to some jerk football player and her beauty would be wasted. God, he would like to show her how to do it.
He felt a little guilty thinking that way about his daughter's best friend but it had been partly her fault. Yvette shouldn't 'have mentioned that she knew about the pictures. It made him think about sex. It also made him worry. What if Sally knew too?
He was hesitant about taking out the pictures and Yvette put her hand on his arm. Her hand was soft and hot. He kept wondering what the rest of her was like. He could feel his prick stirring to life. God, it would be nice to dip his stick in her sweet pot.
"Let me see the pictures," Yvette said again. "I bet you have some nice ones now."
He kept his pictures in a brown paper envelope. He had to take his key out and he took the large envelope out of a locked drawer. He trembled as he put the envelope down on the desk.
"Hmmmm," Yvette said. "It's bigger than it used to be. I bet you've got quite a few more."
"I've got a few more," he said. "I've had more time to collect. You know these are very special. They're not like the usual pictures. I made these myself."
"I thought so," Yvette said.
He opened the envelope and spread the pictures out on the desk. He had another collection at the school. He only brought the best pictures home with him. The ones he liked the most. All of them were in vivid detail.
"My Lord," Yvette said. "They're a lot different. How did you ever get people to pose like this?"
"People will do most anything for money," he said.
She bent over him and he could smell the rich sweet smell of the perfume she wore. It almost overpowered him. He could feel his cock hardening in his trousers. God, he was getting so uncomfortable.
He found himself looking at her and wondering what she would look like without clothes. She would probably take a pretty picture. A gorgeous picture.
"They're doing everything," Yvette said.
When Yvette had looked at the pictures before they had just been pictures of young girls in the nude. This time the pictures were a little more explicit and this time it wasn't just young girls.
There was a picture of a young girl being fucked in the ass by a huge dog. It was crazy. There were half a dozen pictures of men getting sucked by young girls. He had a thing for young girls. Even younger than Yvette. Yvette felt a tingling sensation in her cunt.
She wasn't the type to get turned on by a few pictures but these pictures were different from anything she'd ever seen. Sure, she'd seen dirty magazines before and she'd seen a few porno pictures of people fucking.
But never had she seen such pictures with such vivid detail. Every part of their bodies could be seen so plainly. There were a few pictures where you could even see the cock going in and the cum dinging to pussy hairs and mouths.
"God," she said softly. "I can't believe what they look like. It's crazy."
He was still turning over pictures with one hand. His other hand he put on her knee. Yvette realized the amount of courage it had taken for him to do that. He must have been scared silly as his fingers pressed her soft knee. She wondered if he would try to go any farther but he didn't yet.
She helped him by moving a little closer and suddenly he was touching the inside of her thigh. His hand felt hot and sweaty. He didn't move his fingers. He just allowed his hand to rest there against her thigh almost like moving would make her aware that he was touching her.
Yvette wondered what the hell she was doing. She was coming on strong with him. She kept letting her breasts rub his shoulders as she bent over. And letting him play with her thigh. In a little while he would start thinking he could go farther.
She saw him suddenly palm a picture and start to put it back into his desk.
"What are you up to?" she asked. "I want to see all of the pictures. Don't hide any."
"Not this one," he said. "It's kind of personal."
That made Yvette curious. She had a feeling he might be involved in that picture at a more interesting level. She wanted to see everything she could see.
"All of them," she insisted.
"Not this one," he said again.
"Yes," she said.
He took his hand off the picture. This time it wasn't a picture of someone she didn't know. She recognized the plump little redhead almost immediately. My God, she thought, my God.
"It's Aunt Kate," she said.
Aunt Kate was completely naked and on the floor of this very study. She was on her hands and knees and Sally's father stood behind her. His prick was buried in her pussy and there was a look of pure joy on his features.
Yvette figured it was one of those pictures taken where the man and woman could be in it together. Probably a timer or something. Yvette figured he wouldn't have dared for someone else to take the picture.
"I'll be damned," she said. "I never thought Kate had that in her."
Yvette leaned over the desk so close that her thighs touched his leg. He moved back quickly but he kept his hand on the upper part of her leg.
"Aunt Kate really has a set," Yvette said. "Sometimes I wish my tits were that big."
"Yours are nice," he said.
"Do you really think so?" Yvette asked. "Do you think I'd look as good in a picture?"
"Much better," he said.
He was squeezing her thigh. For the first time his fingers had started to move. He was gingerly touching and squeezing her flesh as if he was afraid she was going to stop him at any moment.
But she had no intention of stopping him. She wanted him almost as badly as he wanted her. It had been a long time.
Yvette gave him a teasing smile. She knew he was feeling randy and that only a cold blooded man would be able to resist the temptation of her body. And he wasn't a cold blooded man. She wasn't surprised when his arm snaked around her neck and he was bending her head down and pressing his lips against hers.
It was a quick, hot kiss and in it she felt the deep hunger in his body.
"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," he said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"You're my daughter's best friend," he said.
"That doesn't change anything," she said. "I liked it when you kissed me."
So he kissed her again. This time he bruised her lips and probed with his tongue. She wriggled her tongue against his and she bent down so that he could feel her thigh better. This time his hand slipped higher until he was touching her camp panties.
"Oh Yvette," he groaned. "This has been a dream of mine. A fantasy."
"I like the thought of making your fantasies come true," Yvette said.
She let her hand drop casually against his thigh. Slowly her fingers inched upward until she felt the tip of his cock jutting down the length of his trousers. Hmmmm, he had a nice big one. It would satisfy her.
She remembered the percentage of the girls sucking men in the pictures he had. He liked pictures of cocksucking best so he probably loved the real thing. She pushed him gently away.
"Don't stop now," he said. "I couldn't stand it if you stopped now."
"I'm not going to stop," she promised. "I'm just going to give you something you'll like."
"What?" he asked.
"You ask too many questions," she said, smiling. "Why don't you relax and let things happen."
She put her hand back into his lap and squeezed his prick. He really had a hard-on. She let her fingers gently caress his bloated prick.
"Christ," he groaned softly. "Oh Christ."
It was time to show him a few new tricks. She sank down to her knees on the softly carpeted floor. She pushed his swivel chair back until she could get between his legs. She could almost feel the surprise in his body. This had been the last thing he had expected.
She found the tab on his zipper and slowly, teasingly, pulled it down. She knew what she was doing to him. She could feel the sudden tenseness in his body.
"Oh, Jesus," he said.
She got his zipper down and she reached inside the small opening. His cock was hard and stubborn. It didn't want to come out of his trousers. Finally she wrapped her fingers around the base and savagely jerked it out.
He grunted but she couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. He had a nice feeling cock and she pulled her head back to take a good look at it.
"Mmmmmm," she said. "You have a beautiful cock."
His cock was long and thick, a man's cock. It was a nicer cock than Jimmy had. It was purplish colored on the end and she squeezed the flesh to produce a little drop of cum on the slit.
"Pretty cock," she said. "Would you like to have your cock tasted? I wonder what it tastes like? Would you like to have me taste it, Steve?"
"Oh, God yes," he answered.
He kept telling himself that this couldn't be happening. Not to him. This only happened to men in books. But he felt her warm breath blowing on the tip of his prick and he knew that it had to be happening. His daughter's best friend was going to give him a blow-job.
"Oh, Christ," he said.
Yvette didn't want to waste any time. She could feel the intense excitement in his body and she knew the first one was going to be a quick one. She would drain him dry and then he would be ready to give her the fucking she craved. A slow and easy fucking that would satisfy her hot tingles.
"I'm going to suck it good," she told him. "I'm going to show what a good girl can do."
She gobbled down the long length of his prick with one savage movement. She was a wild woman with her tongue and lips. She had his big cock deep in her throat, with the bloated cock-head throbbing like crazy.
"God," he said. "No woman ever did that."
No woman had ever been able to swallow the whole length of his prick at one time. "It feels so fucking good," he said.
She could feel his bloated cock-head growing and she knew she had been right about his excitement. He wouldn't be able to last long. She really went to work on him.
She used her tongue to caress him while her teeth scraped his skin and her throat seemed to constrict on his cock-head. Her blonde head bobbed as she brought him to the height of pleasure.
She wondered why some women didn't like to suck cock. It felt good to her. It had a different feeling than even getting fucked. Nothing was like it in the world.
She had his ivory colored prick covered with her saliva. She could feel his cum leaking and staining her cheeks. She lifted her head up and took a little bit of her golden hair and wrapped it around his cock. She moved her hand up and down with the silky feeling of her hair drawing him closer to the brink.
"Ahhhh God," he groaned. "I'm going to come. I'm getting so fucking close."
She sucked the long length of his prick into her mouth again, once more letting his bloated cock-head rest against the back of her throat. He groaned and stabbed his pecker even deeper into her mouth.
"Ahhh Christ," he yelled.
She lifted her head slowly and let her teeth scrape against him again. Then she let her tongue swirl around the top of his cock-head until his ass jerked off the chair. She swallowed his prick again. She closed her eyes and she could feel his bloated prick sliding even deeper into her throat. This was the moment she loved. When his fat cock meat was throbbing with hot excitement and she could feel his sticky cum spilling from his slit into the deepest part of her throat.
She put her fingers on his balls. She let her fingertips caress the soft underside of his sacs until she was feeling his balls tighten up.
"Oh baby," he groaned. "I'm getting close. I'm getting too fucking close."
She was very surprised when he pulled his cock back so that he was only half in her mouth.
"I'm going to come, baby," he said.
And then she realized what he was trying to do. He'd never had a woman take him all the way before. She released the tip of his cock and smiled sweetly.
"Did I tell you to stop?" she asked.
"No, but I'm going to come," he said.
"Then come ahead," she said. "There's nothing I like better than the hot taste of cum."
He looked at her in surprise. This really was a fantasy come true for him. He'd never believed that he would someday find a woman who would take his prick all the way, that he would find someone who would be willing to swallow his cum. Again that was something he thought only happened in books.
"Oh, Christ," he said as he stabbed his prick back between her hot lips again.
This time he took some of her soft blonde hair and he held it firmly. He began to guide the movements of her head. He felt the liquid fire coming up from his balls.
He savagely rammed his pole as deep into her mouth as he could.
"Suck it, baby," he said. "Taste my cum. Swallow it! Swallow my FUCKING CUMMM- MMM!"
And he couldn't believe it was happening but she was swallowing his thick jism, her blonde head bobbing as she sucked his prick dry. Then her pink tongue began running all over his cock and balls and licking up any jism still clinging there.
"Oh, fuck," he said.
She was smiling when she stood up. He thought he'd never seen anyone so beautiful. He groaned as her long fingers wrapped around his prick and began jerking up and down.
"Oh Christ," he groaned. "No more. No more. I couldn't stand any more." J "You'd better stand a little more," she said, "because I'm just getting started."
He watched her pretty ass as she walked to the center of the room.
Again he couldn't believe what was happening as she started to strip off her clothes. She took her sweater off first. He saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes popped open as she watched her perfect tits swinging. He felt his hands start to itch.
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Then her stockings went. She had lovely long legs but he had noticed that before. She had on pale white panties.
"Do you want to take these off?" she asked.
She could have laughed out loud at the pained expression on his face. He wanted her. Damn, he wanted her. But he wasn't sure about her. He was not used to good looking young things calmly Offering to let him take their panties off.
"I asked you a question," she said. "Do you want to take my panties off?"
"Yes," he grunted.
"Maybe I'll let you keep them if you're good," Yvette said. "As kind of a remembrance of me."
He didn't think it was possible but he felt life coming back to his cock. He wasn't hard yet but he could feel his balls starting to ache and he didn't feel quite so sensitive.
She walked back to his desk and settled down into his lap. Her sweet ass felt good nestled against his cock. This time he could feel himself growing.
"My God," she said, with real respect in her eyes. "You're not so bad for an old man."
They kissed and their tongue touched and his cock became rock hard as he remembered how sweet her mouth had felt, and he knew that her cunt was going to be just as good. He wanted to feel her cunt and he slipped his hand between her legs.
Her panties had a slight dampness and he was able to edge them out of the way and touch his finger to her moist groove. She sighed and moved herself into a better position on his lap.
"Slide them off," she said. "They'll just get in the way. And we don't want them in the way."
He slid them down her long legs and she kicked them onto the floor.
"Ahhhh," she said. "I was getting kind of cramped in those things."
He had never met a girl who was so free with her words and actions. As she lowered herself back into his lap his cock wedged between the creamy globes of her ass. Nothing had ever felt so good. He moved a little and he could feel her respond.
"Mmmmmm," she said. You must be an ass man. I'd let you fuck me there if my pussy wasn't so hot."
She was something crazy. She was even talking about letting him fuck her in the ass. That was something that he'd never done to any woman. He wondered how it would feel. He wondered if it would hurt the girl badly. It was something that he knew he was going to have to try someday.
But it wouldn't be today. She was squirming on his lap and he could feel her gushing pussy juice even wetting his trousers. His cock and balls felt uncomfortable and he had to get rid of his trousers.
He pushed her off him gently and he stood up. Slowly he stripped off all his clothes. He knew he had a nice body.
She seemed to like him. She ran her fingers through the soft curly hair on his chest.
"Ummmm," she said. "Shall we get on the floor?"
"Anywhere you desire," he said.
She took his hand and they walked around to the front of his desk. She sank down to her knees and took his prick into her hot mouth again. Her tongue swirled around his cock-head for a few seconds before she released it.
"Mmmmmm," she said. "I think you're big enough."
"I want your sweet pussy," he admitted.
She sank back on her back and spread her creamy legs open wide. He could see the rosy petals of her sweet pussy and he felt his cock jump.
"You're a sweet looking piece," he said.
"Come on," she said. "Hurry up. I want your cock."
He kneeled on the rug. He took his prick and rubbed the head up and down her wet cunt. She moaned and tried to come up off the floor. Her pussy tried to suck his prick in deep. He held back. Now he was in control.
He knew she was no virgin and he knew she had experience but he knew he had more experience than she did. Now he was the one who could call the shots. At least about fucking. He may not have known about a lot of fancy stuff but he could fuck. He could fuck like crazy.
He had fucked her aunt and Kate had told him that he was the best she ever had. And she hadn't been lying or building his ego. She'd had stars in her eyes.
He knew how to use his cock. He kept rubbing his slimy cock-head up and down the groove of her pussy. He could tell when the fires burnt a little hotter in her body.
"Come on," she moaned. "Put it in. I want your big cock. Put it in now."
He controlled the situation. He slowly spread apart the lips of her pussy with his fingers. He gently explored the inside of her wet cunt with his fingers, now and then rubbing his fingertips against her hard clit.
He knew this wasn't exactly what she wanted. He knew that what she wanted was a good hard fucking. He wasn't ready yet. He wanted to hear her beg for it. He wanted her to know when she went away, that she had been fucked by a real man.
"You bastard," she cried. "You dirty bastard. Will you put it in!" His prick was straining to get at her cunt. It was jumping around like it was on fire and he felt his balls aching. But somehow he stopped himself from slamming his big prick into her pussy right away.
Instead he moved his hands up her flat belly and cupped her pretty tits.
"Don't do this to me," she begged him. "Come on, fuck me. Put your pecker in my pussy!"
He'd never heard such language coming from such a young and supposedly innocent girl. She was loud enough that someone might hear but at that moment he didn't give a damn. He wouldn't have cared if someone had knocked on his door. This was his dream come true and he wasn't going to spoil it.
He cupped her sweet perfect titties. Her flesh felt so good in his hands. Soft and vibrant and alive. He ran his fingers over her tits as if he couldn't believe she was real. Finally he touched her swollen hard nipples.
She nearly jumped off the floor. She was crying now, sobbing as she reached for his prick. She wrapped her fingers around his prick and tried to pull him against her pussy. He didn't allow it to happen. He kept pulling back each time his prick-head made contact with her soft blonde bush.
"You bastard," she moaned. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I want to kiss your tits," he said.
"Come on, bastard," she moaned. "Kiss them later. Right now I need to be fucked."
He didn't let her rush him. He . took one rosy nipple between his teeth. He tasted her delicious flesh and lusted for more. He sucked almost of all her perfect little tit into his mouth. He rolled the hot little nipple beneath his tongue. God, she had such a fresh innocent taste.
"Oh shit," she said. "You dirty bastard. You're making me so crazy."
He kissed her on the mouth, pushed his tongue deep into her throat. He kissed her soft white throat and kissed her chest above her tits. He rolled both her nipples in his mouth and then moved his lips down to her belly.
"Ahhhh, God, I need it!" she cried.
"What do you need?" he asked.
"I need to be fucked. I need your big prick in my pussy. I need it so bad."
He needed it too and he couldn't wait anymore. He raised up and stretched himself out on top of her. He pushed his prick snugly against her soft bush.
"Now you're going to get fucked," he promised her. "You're going to get it just like your Aunt Kate. Right on the floor of my study. Now you're going to get it!"
"Oh God yes," she cried.
He let his prick go into her slowly. He didn't know how big she was and if she was used to a man sized cock. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't have to worry about hurting her. Suddenly she was a wild woman again.
Her hips came off the soft carpet and he felt his prick going quickly into her. He went so fucking deep. His entire prick felt like he was in her stomach and fixing to come out her mouth. And her pussy was so tight and hot, almost like a virgin's cunt.
"Sweet Jesus," he groaned. "You feel fucking nice. You feel so goddamn fucking nice."
"Then give it to me," she said. "Fuck me good and hard. Really give it to me!"
She lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his back and he seemed to slide in deeper.
"It's so sweet," she said. "This is how I want it. Give it to me!"
His heavy balls slapped against her each time he drove into her. He could feel his prick getting in deeper with each powerful thrust. Her pussy tightened on his cock and he could feel the hot contractions of her belly. She was really getting turned on.
"You sweet fucking bastard," she cried.
She closed her eyes and forgot about Jimmy or Bard, or anyone else. She only thought about the big beautiful cock that was savagely pumping her pussy, giving her the fucking she needed. She began to hump up at his penetrating cock and she felt his cock-head slide in a little deeper.
"You have such a beautiful cock," she moaned. "Such a big beautiful cock, I love it."
He moved his hands up to cup her tits as she felt his prick grow, his cock-head swelling like a ripe fruit before it broke open and the cum spilled out.
"I love you," he grunted. "I love your fine hot pussy. I'm going to give you my cum. I'm going to give you every drop!"
"Yes," she cried. "Yes, I want it. I want it!"
He was mauling her tits and grunting as his prick drove into her a little faster.
"Yes," she cried. "I can feel you coming. I can feel you coming. I'm coming with you. I'm coming too. OH GOD, SQUIRT IT IN ME! SQUIRT YOUR CUM IN ME! SQUIRTTTTTTT!"
They fell exhausted on the floor and it was a long time before either of them could move. Yvette would have liked to stay longer but it was probably not a good idea. Not with his family just outside the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Somehow the long school year had come to an end and Yvette was giving another party. This time it was her graduation party because she would soon be going away to college.
Sally and Yvette had long since made up but Yvette was a little apprehensive about the party.
Jimmy and Brad were both coming and there might be a repeat of what happened the time before. Yvette didn't want that. She'd decided that she didn't want to be passed around like that. She wanted to belong to one at a time.
Aunt Kate had left to visit friends as she did every time they had a party. Sometimes Yvette wondered if Aunt Kate didn't know a lot more than she let on.
Yvette heard the doorbell and she hurried downstairs. She had everything that was needed in the living room. Beer and potato chips and music for dancing. Although there wouldn't be a lot of dancing if she knew her friends.
She was surprised when she opened the door.
"Donnie!" she said. "I didn't know you were in town."
He had somehow changed since she'd seen him last. Perhaps it had been college but education couldn't change a boy that way. He seemed bigger and more confident of himself. He walked with the grace of a wild animal and he had a proud look in his eyes.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.
"Of course," she said quickly. She was a little flustered. She'd never been touched by Donnie quite like this. He made her feel a little weak and breathless.
"I thought you might have invited me to your party," he said.
He didn't look hurt as he would have a long while before. She had the feeling that he could take the truth.
"I would have," she said quickly, "but you know Jimmy and Brad will be here tonight."
"And you were afraid they might take it in their mean little heads to beat me up again?" he asked.
"Something like that," she said.
"Well I wouldn't worry," he said, shrugging. "I seldom get beat up anymore."
"You know," she said, "somehow I believe that."
He admired the way her ass wiggled as she walked across the room. She was wearing a tight pair of stretch pants and a halter top that showed a lot of her tits. He still had a feeling for her, although it wasn't as pronounced as it had once been.
He had met a lot of girls in college and he had made all of them beg for joy.
He believed it now when a girl told him he was quite a stud. There had been plenty to tell him that. She handed him a beer and he let his hand brush hers. She jerked away quickly. He smiled. If only she knew what he had in mind.
He knew what turned her on. A good fight and she was the spoils that belonged to the victor. Well tonight he was going to be the victor. He had trained for it.
He couldn't say when he'd gotten the damned idea but he'd gotten it and he'd started training for the fight that would come. He was good now. Better than he had ever been. He was cool and strong and he had learned a lot of tricks.
He couldn't be humiliated again. It had been a kick with him. After a while he had started enjoying it. He would go out at night and pick a fight with some girl's boyfriend. He liked them big and strong so he could show them up. Especially football players. Usually the girl ended up going home with him.
He sipped his beer and walked to the stereo. He could feel his blood boiling as he thought about what was going to happen that night. He was ready for it.
The rest of the kids started arriving. All of them seemed surprised to see him. He didn't talk much. He sat in the comer and watched. It was the same old Donnie. At least they thought that until they looked into his eyes. There was something different about the eyes.
Brad hadn't changed much. He came in roaring like a bull. He grabbed Sally and planted a kiss on her mouth. He fondled her behind. Sally was blushing when she broke away, but Donnie had also noticed the quick intake of breath.
Sally was another hot one.
A few minutes later Jimmy came in. He was drunk and his eyes glinted as he looked around for Yvette. He found her and he kissed her on the mouth and then started leading her toward the kitchen.
"Baby," he said loudly. "I haven't had my cock chewed on for a while. Nobody sucks prick like you do!"
"Not so loud," she said.
"Hell, I'm going too," Brad hollered. "Make room for one more, Yvette, honey. Let's see if you can suck two at the same time."
Donnie was smiling. The time had come sooner than he'd expected. He'd wanted to wait a while.
"You're both a couple of ugly bastards," he said softly.
There was complete silence in the living room. They knew what was going to happen. It would be last year all over again. Donnie was going to be beat to a pulp.
"What did you say?" Brad asked.
"I said you are an ugly bastard," Donnie said. "You and your ugly friend."
It hadn't been his intention to start with both of them, but he felt excited at the prospect. Both of them. A fight like that ought to excite Yvette.
"You stupid little fuck," Brad said. "You want your ass whipped? I'll tear your head right off your shoulders. "
"If you can," Donnie said.
"No," Sally said. "Don't, Donnie. They'll hurt you again. Not again."
Yvette didn't try to stop it. She was remembering the smug self-confidence Donnie had come into the room with. He had been almost swaggering, as if he was ready to start a fight. And he didn't look the same. He looked so confident. He was a completely different Donnie and she had the feeling that this fight was going to turn out differently. s' Brad gave a scream and hurled himself at Donnie. Suddenly Donnie wasn't there anymore and Brad was bent double in pain. Donnie stepped forward and clipped Brad on his chin. Brad went backwards and fell across the couch.
"Nice try, Brad," Donnie said.
"I'm going to tear your fucking head off," Brad said.
Brad couldn't seem to believe that it was Donnie who was doing this to him. He got close to Donnie again but Donnie kept dancing out of the way of his meaty fists.
Donnie kept slapping Brad with his open palm. It was like he was enjoying himself and he wanted it to last longer. And then Jimmy could no longer stand watching his friend get beat up and he went after Donnie too.
Everyone thought it was unfair but nobody said anything about it. Yvette couldn't say anything. Her voice was dry. She'd never felt so hot in her life.
Somehow Donnie managed to elude both of them. Only once he got hit and he almost left his feet. He caught his balance in a moment and then drove into Jimmy with his fists clenched. Jimmy's nose busted arid a bright red trail of blood covered his chin. Donnie hit him again and danced away.
Brad swung but missed and Donnie drove his fist into Brad's stomach. Brad doubled over and Donnie didn't hit him again. He backed away and stood looking at his two enemies.
"Quit now," he taunted. "Quit now and crawl out the fucking door."
"You sneaky little bastard," Jimmy said.
Then the fight got good and ugly because both boys rushed at once. They got licks in, but they were not quick enough to land the solid blows that would have meant an end to the fight. Donnie was quick enough.
He knocked Brad to his knees and went after Jimmy with a gleam in his eye.
Yvette felt her heart pound as she watched the beating he gave Jimmy. It was like the beating that Brad had given Donnie except that Jimmy didn't have the courage that Donnie had. Jimmy was begging for him to stop before it was over.
Donnie finally stopped. Brad was sitting on the floor holding his stomach.
"The party's over for you two," Donnie said. "Take your friend and leave."
The two boys left the party holding onto one another. As soon as they'd left everyone began patting Donnie on the back. They were going to be friends with him now, because they were as frightened of him as they'd been with Brad and Jimmy.
Donnie pushed off the patting hands and walked to Yvette. She knew what was coming by the smile on his face and the hot gleam in his eyes.
"I think it's that time now," he said.
"Yes," she whispered.
Donnie was surprised at how easy it was. All he'd had to do was beat up Brad and Jimmy and he was automatically invited into her panties. In fact, it was too easy. He wanted to make it a little tougher on her.
He found a way as he looked around the room and saw Sally. She was a pretty little thing. And they were best friends so they should share everything. They had shared Jimmy. Now they were going to share him.
"Call Sally," Donnie said.
Yvette wasn't sure what he had in mind as she called her friend over, but she had a bad feeling.
"You're going upstairs with us," Donnie said.
He expected her to protest but she didn't. Instead she nodded like an obedient child. He realized that she had gotten just as hot as Yvette watching the fight.
Donnie turned on the light in Yvette's room. He had never been in her room before. It looked very girlish. He liked it. He went over and sat down on the bed. He looked at the two girls with an amused grin. They were both nervous.
They had no idea of what he planned to do. Truthfully, he didn't either. He only knew that he wanted to make it something different this time. He wanted them to know that he was in charge and there was nothing they could do about that.
He stared at their delicious bodies. Sally wasn't as tall although she had started to let her hair grow long. She had bigger tits than Yvette had. Yvette was probably the prettiest, but they were both nice looking.
"Take your clothes off," Donnie said.
"Both of us?" Yvette asked nervously.
He leaned back on Yvette's bed and cupped his hands behind his head. He knew they were going to do what he told them- They were too hot to do otherwise. They wanted him because he'd won the fight and they were willing to do anything to get him.
"Come on now," he said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. You both look nice."
Yvette looked at her friend and remembered all the times that Sally had tried to see her naked. Well, this was her chance. And it excited the blonde. She slowly drew her sweater off and then unzipped her skirt.
She found Sally's eyes hot upon her luscious tits. She had worn no bra. She had been ready for whatever happened this evening. She skimmed out of her panties and stood naked.
"You too," Donnie said.
Sally was not far behind Yvette. She peeled off all her clothes and stood blushing as Donnie admired the contrast of the two young bodies. God, they were fine looking. He should have tried it with two girls a long time before. They were so sweet looking. Big tits and flat belly's and hairy pussy.
He began to get an idea. It sprang from the way that Sally was eyeing Yvette's body. He wondered how Sally really felt about her friend. Perhaps there , was a little hunger there, also. Maybe Sally wanted a little taste herself.
"Kiss each other," Donnie said.
They gave each other chaste pecks on the cheek.
"Not that way, goddamn it," Donnie said. "I mean, really kiss one another. Kiss hard."
Yvette got a little more excited. She knew the kind of kiss Donnie wanted to see. She'd have been lying if she said she'd never thought about it before. It might be a thrill to kiss another girl. Especially a girl like Sally.
Sally looked a little frightened at the thought but Yvette gave her no more time to think. Yvette stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Sally's waist.
She kissed Sally's soft lips gently. Sally's lips suddenly felt hot and hungry. Yvette pushed closer and her tits were pressed against Sally's big firm ones. It was an exciting experience. She could feel their nipples touching. She moved even closer so that her blonde bush rubbed Sally.
Sally moved so that her leg came between Yvette's, her knee pressed against Yvette's venus mound and Yvette could feel her hot pussy juice flowing.
"Hot damn," Donnie said softly.
He expected them to like kissing one another but he hadn't expected them to get so carried away. He wasn't complaining. It was a good show. He rubbed his rigid prick through his trousers. He was going to take it out pretty soon, but he didn't want to rush this. He might not have another chance like this one.
Yvette touched the other girl's tits. She ran her fingers over the soft flesh. She realized that she had wanted to do this for a long time. It was crazy but she was getting a charge out of it. She was loving it.
She lowered her head and she touched her lips against one of Sally's big nipples.
"Ohhhhhh," Sally moored.
Yvette let her head go lower un til she was licking underneath Sally's breast. She was licking the sensitive underside that always excited Yvette when a boy licked there. She moved her lips up in a wet trail to Sally's nipple again.
"Aghhhhhh," Sally gasped.
Yvette rolled one hard nipple beneath her tongue.
"Ohh God," Sally groaned. "You're making me feel so hot all over."
Yvette cupped Sally's other tit and began pulling on the nipple with her fingers. She felt Sally's nipple grow and Sally pushed her knee a little more snugly into Yvette's crotch.
Yvette almost had to stop as she felt a hotness go through her body. Tingles went up and down her spine and made her feel so weak inside. Her belly quivered. She kept closing her eyes and remembering the blood and excitement of the fight.
"That's it," Donnie said. "Suck her tits. Suck those big hot tits!"
Yvette sucked a few moments longer and then she let her lips trail down Sally's stomach again. She gave Sally's stomach a good tongue wetting before she went down farther. Already she could smell the sharp tangy odor of Sally's cunt.
"Yes," Donnie said excitedly. "Eat her pussy. Eat her sweet cunt."
Donnie could feel his rigid cock growing harder. His balls ached. He rubbed himself and felt a little wetness against his trouser front. He was leaking already. He needed to sink his shaft into somebody's pussy but he didn't want to break this up.
"Eat her cunt," he said again.
Yvette dropped to her knees. This was something she'd always wondered about. Could she do it? She didn't know but she knew that Sally wanted her to. Sally's fingers tangled in her hair and Sally was trying to pull her face into the black tangle of curls.
"Oh please," Sally moaned. "Please!"
Yvette allowed Sally's fingers to pull her right into the hot muff. She touched her tongue gently to the pussy hairs and she tasted her juices.
"Go ahead," Donnie urged.
She did. She pushed her tongue against the wet pussy lips and Sally moaned. She slipped her tongue between them. She pushed her tongue deep in Sally's cunt. She couldn't get it as deep as she wanted because Sally was standing up.
She took her face away and she looked toward the bed.
Donnie understood immediately. He gave them room and motioned for them to come on. Both of them hurried to the bed. Sally had a glazed look in her eyes as she stretched out on the bed and spread her legs.
"Eat her pussy," Donnie urged.
Yvette quickly kneeled between Sally's legs. She pushed her tongue through the warm hair and once more into the sweet pussy.
"Christ," Sally gasped.
Yvette pushed her tongue deep, deeper than she had been able to before. She ran her tongue all around Sally's cunt walls until she had Sally sobbing in delight.
Then she found Sally's taunt little joy button and she slipped it into her mouth. She caught the little button between her teeth and she began chewing on it.
"Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" Sally gasped.
Sally's hands pulled Yvette's face closer to her hot pussy. Yvette tasted juice, more juice than she would have thought a girl like Sally would have. Sally was not the type that Yvette had thought her to be. There was no guilt in Sally about this. Sally was enjoying it too much. Yvette mentally wished this had happened a long time before. The two of them had been wasting a lot of time.
She had the tight little button between her teeth and she was chewing on it. Sally was going crazy. Her pretty ass jerked back and forth and humped off the bed.
"I'm going to come," Sally moaned. "I'm going to come. It feels so good. I LOVE YOUR MOUTHHHHHHH!"
Yvette started to drink the hot juices and Donnie pushed her roughly out of the way. Donnie's face went between Sally's thighs and Yvette heard him drinking and swallowing the juice. He kept his face there for a long time. Finally Sally quit trembling and he raised his head.
"That was fine," he said. "Like sweet wine. Nothing better than the taste of pussy."
Yvette reached between his legs and she was in for a hot surprise. Her eyes popped open wide as she found the length of his prick extending half way down his leg.
"My God," she said. "That's a fantastic monster!"
Sally was interested now as both girls explored the length of his big prick. They groped and fondled his prick through his trousers until Donnie couldn't stand it anymore.
"Take the damn thing out," he said.
Both girls bent over his body. He had leaned back on the bed and let them slowly strip him. They touched every part of his body with their cool fingers as they undressed him. He was naked in just a few minutes and they were staring in awe at his massive prick.
"Jesus Christ," Yvette said. "That's the biggest piece of cock meat I've ever seen."
"Me too," Sally agreed.
"Show me how much you appreciate it," Donnie told them. "Kiss it."
The two girls kissed one another as they bent over his rigid prick. They licked around the head of his cock. Donnie felt so damned hot. He had never felt this good before. But then he had never had two girls licking his prick before.
They knew how to lick him. He could feel both their tongues touching every part of his massive prick. He felt their tongues stabbing at his hot slit and he could hear them swallowing his leaking cum. Yvette's hot mouth closed over his dick while Sally continued to lick the soft underside of his shaft.
Then they changed places.
"Christ," he groaned. "That's showing how much you appreciate me!"
It was like they had been doing this all of their lives. First one hot mouth and then the other. They were making him hurt inside. His balls ached.
"Take it a little easier," he said.
They weren't about to take it easy. They were trying to devour him with their mouths and tongues.
Again Yvette took his prick in her mouth. He could see her head bob as she took the long length of his prick deep in the back of her throat. Christ, he could feel his prick-head rubbing against the bottom of her throat.
"You hot bitch," he moaned. "You hot little bitch. Jesus, you're making me hot!"
Sally was licking at his prick like she had never had the taste of one before. She licked his balls and captured each of them in the hot hollow of her mouth. Then his asshole. Jesus, she was licking his asshole. He could feel her hot tongue licking at his tiny hole.
"Jesus, I like that," he moaned.
Then her tongue was probing at his asshole and he jumped off the bed as he tried to drive his prick even deeper into Yvette's mouth. He couldn't have gotten it any deeper. Hell, his prick was in her stomach now, and his balls rested against her chin.
He would have never believed anything could be this damned good.
"Suck my dick," he cried. "Suck it! Suck my fucking dick! Suck my cum out!"
He leaned back and closed his eyes as those sweet mouths worked on his flesh. He felt like he was being sucked deeper than he had ever been sucked. And they felt so different and yet the same. He couldn't explain it, but it was near blowing the top of his head off.
"Keep sucking me," he groaned.
They were so fucking good.
He could feel that hot achy feeling in his balls and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
He raised himself on his elbows so that he could watch them. He loved the contrast of the blonde and the dark head bent over his prick. They were turning it on now as if they too could feel that he wasn't far off.
"I'm going to fucking come," he said.
Yvette sucked his prick in deep and he felt the first hot spurt going into her throat.
"Fuckkkk," he yelled. "I'm coming. I'm fucking blowing my wad. Jesus, it feels good. Good. Can you taste that. Taste my hot cum. Taste it, taste it, taste it, TASTEITTTTT!"
Yvette was sucking his jism down but she wasn't allowed to stay that way. Suddenly Sally was pushing her out of the way and Sally's mouth covered his prick.
Both of them wanted a taste of his cum.
He felt Sally's tongue working on his tortured flesh and he gave her another big mouthful. He jerked off the bed and slammed it deep into her mouth and let the rest of his cum leak down her throat.
"Jesus, you can both show a suck to a guy," he said. He smiled in a satisfied way as the two girls began licking his prick clean. One thing he could say for them, they really got into their work. There was no part of his prick they didn't lick. He felt a stirring in his balls again. He would be ready very soon. Ready to plunge his prick into a pussy. He would start with Yvette. He had wanted Yvette for too fucking long. He wondered if she'd be anything like her aunt.
Both of them stretched out on either side of him and they kept their soft, cool hands on his cock.
"You're a couple of sweet bitches," Donnie said. "Boy, you really get turned on watching a fight."
"Yes," Yvette said. "I don't know why. But watching you beat Jimmy up excited me. I could feel my pussy dripping juice with every blow. I could have eaten you right, there in the living room."
"Me too," Sally said, "and I would have eaten you faster if I'd known the kind of prick you had. God, it's a monster." her fingers squeezed his thick flesh. "You should have told me that you had a dick like that."
"What was I supposed to do?" he said. "Take it out so that everyone could see it? Next time I might."
"Mmmmmm," Sally said, "it's just that waiting this long was such a waste of time."
Sally kissed him on the mouth and her sweet tongue wiggled inside his lips. He felt her tongue wiggling against his and one of her big tits resting against his arm.
Her fingers tightened again round his big prick. He felt himself getting rock hard. They weren't wasting any time. These two girls knew what they wanted.
"Mmmmmm," Sally said, "and it's such a big one. Such a big beautiful prick. I can hardly wait until I get it in my pussy!"
"You're going to have to wait," Yvette said, "because I'm going to be first."
Yvette didn't wait for Donnie to say anything as she swung one leg across his body. She straddled him so that his prick was resting in her bush. He was so fucking big. She hadn't ever found a boy like him before. Sally was right about it being a waste. To think that his big prick was next door all that time. If only she'd known. Hell, she hadn't known but now she was going to make up for lost time.
"I'm going to take a fucking ride," Yvette said. "I'm going to ride your beautiful cock."
"Be my guest," Donnie told her.
This was what Donnie had always wanted but had never thought he could get.
He felt her sweet pussy lips just inches above his cock and she slowly sank down on his shaft. His big prick spread apart the tight lips of her cunt and then speared the inner walls. She cried out as she felt his prick thrust up into her.
"You're in so deep already," she said.
And he still had more. He thrust off the bed and felt more of his big prick spear into her cunt. He went deep and she could feel that hot throbbing cock all the way in her belly.
"Christ," she groaned.
He began to thrust up into her and she made him stop.
"No," she said. "Let me do the work. Let me do it. I want to do the work!"
It was her way of letting him know that he was the boss. It was also her way of making it up to him. She was sorry she'd kept him from her pussy for so long. She wanted him to know that. He was welcome to her pussy from now on.
"Just let me ride you, baby," she said huskily.
She began riding his bloated prick. He was just so damned big. He could have hurt her easily if he'd wanted to. Hell, he could have hurt any girl. But he let her do as she wanted and she slowly got wet enough to keep his cock sliding in and out without pain.
"Ahhhhhhh," she managed to say. "You're a big bastard. God, you fill up my fucking cunt! You big old fucking bastard! You big hot bastard!"
"I think she likes your prick," Sally said.
"Hell yes!" she cried. "I love his prick. I love his big fucking prick!"
He groaned loudly at the resistance his prick met when it slipped into her hot box. She had a way of squeezing her cunt muscles that nearly drove him crazy each time he thrust up into her.
She was no namby-pamby virgin who didn't know how to use her cunt, She could make a man sob because it felt so good. She was everything he had ever imagined she could be.
Now he remembered all those dreams he had once had about her, all those fantasies of fucking her like he was fucking her now. He hadn't believed them but now he knew that it only took a little confidence to fuck anybody.
She was bouncing faster. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. He could see her delicious pointy tits and those sweet rosy nipples so fucking hard with her excitement. He could see her mouth slightly open in hot excitement. He could see her pink tongue licking at her ripe red lips.
"Damn," he groaned. "You hot bitch."
He could see her blonde hair framing her face in a wild tangle and there was a little sweat on her forehead. He liked the wild animal look in her eyes. He slammed his prick up into her again and again and each time his balls felt so goddamned hot that he was afraid they were going to bum right off.
"Suck on these," she said, and she held her fingers underneath her ripe melon shaped tits. Sally was obedient. The dark haired girl gobbled one up quickly. He could see the back of her head working on the nipple and he could hear the sounds of her sucking.
"Fantastic," he said.
It was all so fucking sweet. She bounced faster and faster and he felt his balls aching for release. He knew he wouldn't be able to last longer. He began bucking up into her pussy despite what she had told him about her doing all the work.
"No," Sally said. "Don't let him come yet."
He wondered what she was talking about. He didn't have long to find out. Sally was pushing her friend off his cock. Sally was taking Yvette's place. He felt her cuntlips nudging his cock.
"What the hell," he said.
It didn't make any difference who he was fucking any longer. He only wanted release from his hot aching balls. He slammed his prick up into her pussy and she breathed a sigh.
"Ummmmm," Sally groaned. "I love every inch of your big prick!"
"Not half as much as I love your pussy," he groaned.
He felt his prick growing as he kept slamming it into her sweet pussy. He felt Yvette's tongue licking his balls with each powerful thrust off the bed. He felt the liquid fire shooting from his balls and up the long length of his prick.
"Ahhhhhh God," he groaned. "I'm going to fucking come! I'm going TO FUCKING COMEEEEEEE!"
He bucked up again as his hot cum fluid drained into her sweet hungry cunt. She kept bouncing and Yvette kept kissing on his balls as he gave her his last few drops.
His prick slipped out of her cunt and immediately the two girls pounced on it.
He let them enjoy themselves as they once again cleaned his prick.
He lay there for a long time before he got back up. Yvette watched his lean young body as he went into the shower and turned it on. She realized he was through for the evening. But she wasn't. Her pussy still ached.
She turned to her friend.
"Sally," she said.
She didn't have to say anymore. Sally knew what she needed and the young girl was only too willing. Sally pushed her over on her back and buried her face between Yvette's legs.
Sally began to eat her pussy. Yvette could feel her flesh being nibbled and licked and she felt the fiery knot in her belly beginning to grow. It was nice. So fucking nice.
