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[with thanks to Joyce, who suggested and inspired this otherwise
eminently forgettable little tale.]
Her older step-brother had gotten home about fifteen minutes before
her. She knew that because the shade to his room was drawn. She knew his
routine. He got home from school, entered his room, locked the door,
pulled the shade, got out his magazines and jerked off. When he was done
jerking off, he re-stowed his magazines, cleaned up the mess, flushed
the Kleenex down the toilet, raised the shade, laid out his school books
and unlocked the door. The whole thing took about fifteen minutes.
Since the shades were drawn, he'd gotten home one to fifteen
minutes before her. In one to thirty minutes he'd finish jerking, finish
his homework and emerge to torment her at every opportunity. If none
presented itself, he'd create it. She'd learned to endure most of it.
But there was one thing that really annoyed her. He called her
"Gizmo." The name itself was irritating enough. What it exemplified
about his attitude toward her made it maddening.
The way it conditioned his friends' attitudes toward her was
unbearable.
He was nineteen.
She went to the side of the house. Grandma was in the kitchen, as
always at this time of day. The old, weathered face lit up as Cathy
entered and the old, toothless mouth spat a greeting. She kissed
Grandma's old, wrinkled cheek and said she'd paid close attention to her
teachers. Grandma had never learned to speak English, never tried to.
She'd come to live with them when Cathy was four and Grandpa -- whom
Cathy had never met -- died in the same house where he'd been born.
Cathy had already been bilingual, since Taiwanese was often spoken in
the house when the family was alone. Whenever they had guests,
especially the "lo fan," English was spoken.
Dutifully, she asked permission to help in the kitchen. By ritual,
Grandma refused permission and ordered her to attend to other matters.
She kissed her Grandma's cheek again and headed up the stairs.
The door to her step-brother's room -- separated from her room by her
Grandma's -- was still closed. So he was still jerking off. She'd caught
a glimpse of him doing it, once. He'd been laying on his side, two of
the magazines spread out on the bed in front of his face, his hand
feverishly pumping his stiff dick. It was her first sight of a hard
penis. It had been all red and funny-looking, she'd thought, and even
looked like it might be painful. The way he'd gasped, it had certainly
sounded painful. She'd stood and crept away from the keyhole. The whole
big deal wasn't such a big deal.
Cathy stepped into her room, closed the door and set her books on
her study desk. She looked briefly at herself in the mirror. Gizmo, she
thought. A small Asian daughter of small Asian parents, she was even
smaller than usual for an 18-year-old, with her hair in braids
(it needed a shampoo) and an elfin face.
She turned sideways and studied her profile. Not even a hint of the
-- admittedly -- barely perceptible swelling around her nipples. The
official tartan jumper from St. Barnabus betrayed nothing of her
virtually nonexistent breasts.
"Gizmo," she whispered and turned from the mirror. Her step-brother's
friends liked girls with big boobs. The bigger the better. She'd sneaked
into his room once and examined his magazines. The favored pages were
all alike -- women, usually blonde, with gigantic breasts. Some looked
so big that they were ugly...in her opinion. By the fingerprints on the
pages, her step-brother didn't share that opinion.
She stripped off the school uniform. Clad in panties, white knee-
high stockings and her white blouse, she hung the jumper in her closet.
Her step-brother and his friends all got quiet whenever Reena came
over to visit. They kept finding excuses to be around and stare at her, or
tried to brush against her. Reena had big tits, huge tits for her age
-- 18. And Reena was cute, with her big blue eyes and reddish hair
and her snowy complexion. When Jackie -- her step-brother -- or his friends
looked at Reena, Cathy could almost see their feverish fingerprints
being applied to her never-seen breasts.
Reena was Cathy's best friend. They couldn't have been less alike,
outwardly. Reena was tall -- almost five-foot-six -- and stacked; Cathy
was a more than a foot shorter and tiny. Reena was outgoing and
impulsive; Cathy was introspective and circumspect. Reena's idea of
exercise was changing channels on the TV instead of using the remote
control; Cathy loved her gymnastics exercises.
She opened the third drawer of her dresser and took out her jeans
and Ocean Pacific sweatshirt. Cathy unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the
tee-shirt over her head. The room was relatively cool. Her nipples were
stiff enough to ache. Arms still over her head, she flicked her wrists
and the tee-shirt sailed to the bed behind her. She looked down at her
chest. The barest hints of fleshy growth swelled around her nipples. It
was so frustrating to her. She still had no tits to speak of, yet her
nipples...
She lowered her arms slowly and gracefully and clasped the rigid,
pink spikes between thumbs and forefingers. "Why didn't the rest grow as
fast as you two did?" she whispered and tweaked her nipples. She caught
her lower lip between her teeth as the pleasure rolled through her tiny,
taut frame. Her nipples were almost five-eights of an inch long -- she'd
measured them -- and grew stiff and throbbing at the least provocation:
cool air, the friction of her blouse, a nasty thought.
"No fair," she murmured and backed up till the she felt the bed
against her thighs. She let herself fall backward on the bedspread,
fingers still tugging at her nipples. She raised her legs high and
released her nipples long enough to skin her cotton panties over her
legs to her ankles, then kicked them off. She ran her hands back down
over her calves and thighs.
At least I have good legs, she told herself.
Her fingertips caressed the insides of her thighs as she let her
legs scissor wide open. She looked down at herself, at the shapely legs
and narrow hips and indrawn abdomen and taut belly, just a hint of the
gymnast's musculature showing through the residual baby fat.
"No fair." Her lips mouthed the words, but no sound came out. It
wasn't fair that she should feel such strong urges and not have the body
to lure a boy into showing her all the stuff she imagined and wished
for. Her gaze focused on her all-but-nonexistent tits and the
disproportionately large nipples stabbing the air above them.
Her fingers moved to the crease of her thighs, then between. Her
cunt was totally hairless. She hoped that wouldn't last, that it was
just awaiting puberty to sprout the mature bush of the women in the
magazines. Her cunt got wet enough already; did that mean she was going
to be just another bald-snatched Asian?
So wet...so hot already. Her fingers traced her tiny pussy lips and
she shivered with the pleasure of her own touch. She closed her eyes and
imagined it was a boy -- No, a man, a handsome man, handsome and gentle
and --
Her fingers moved closer to her clitoris as she imagined it was...
Mel Gibson -- No, Kevin Costner --
No. Who?
"Mickey," she breathed softly. Mickey Rourke. He liked Asian women,
didn't he? She remembered "Year of the Dragon," imagined it was Mickey
holding and caressing her the way he'd...
Her fingers jiggled her clitoris and as they moved, his features
became indistinct, irrelevant. Her juices were in full flow, now; she
arched her tiny hips high, higher, letting her legs drape back till her
knees touched her shoulders. She licked the inside of her left knee as
she pushed the tip of a finger inside her cunt, imagining it was that
sweet, strong, faceless Him kissing her knee and sliding a finger into
her cunny, deeper and deeper.
"It's okay," she whispered to him in her mind. "It won't hurt me --
I tore it when I did my first full split in gymnastics. Just be sweet
with me, please, be sweet -- "
She heard him reassure her and imagined his lips were moving to her
small breast, his lips -- not her own fingers -- were tugging at her
immensely stiffened nipples.
She had the finger all the way inside her small cunt now, wiggling
and rubbing the oily, clasping walls as the heel of her thumb ground
over her swollen little clitoris. Her hips were jiggling, now, her
breathing reduced to desperate gasps. She felt the tingling buzz
beginning in her mons, in her cunny, around her minuscule asshole, felt
it spreading, swelling --
"Unnnn!" She bit back the noise as the cumming swept over and
through her. Her cunt gripped and sucked at her finger, her asshole
throbbed, her buttocks clenched. She pinched and pulled her nipples
frantically, milking them and cumming, cumming...
She uncurled slowly, gracefully, being sure that she rolled her
sixty-pound frame off the bed in such a way that her copious juices
didn't leave a big wet spot to require that she quickly do her laundry.
The orgasm took the edge off her frustration, but not by much. Her
fantasies had been worn indistinct by repetition to provide even their
limited relief. She needed something new, something more detailed,
something more specific. She bent from the waist, nose near her knees,
and rolled her knee-high socks down, then stood and pulled them off,
using her toes.
A small smile played across her face as she stepped into her tiny
bathroom. Her father had contracted for it when her step-brother reached
twelve and started paying more attention to ESPN's mind-numbing coverage
of women's beach volleyball contests. She was smiling in anticipation.
It was Monday and Reena had spent the weekend at her cousins' house in
New Jersey. The last time she'd been there, Reena had allowed herself to
be picked up by a senior at the local collage. She'd lied about her
age -- something Reena could do, with a figure like hers -- and they'd
gotten into a pretty heated session of making out. The details had
refired Cathy's fantasies with some new details.
She donned a shower cap, rinsed off quickly, then patted herself
dry and rapidly dressed. Her nipples -- again standing stiff -- were
hidden within the folds of the oversized sweatshirt. The clock said
3:30. She smiled again, as she pulled on her warmup socks and L.A. Gear
athletic shoes. What would Reena share with her today? She was eager to
find out. She hurried down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Grandma, I am going to visit my friend Reena."
"Don't be late for dinner," she was admonished.
"I won't be tardy, Grandma. Zy-jian!"
"Meet again!" Grandma replied. Cathy hurried out the door and
jogged down the sidewalk toward her girlfriend's house. She passed her
step-brother and his friends, hanging out in front of Eddie's house.
"There goes Gizmo!" her step-brother hooted. They laughed.
She kept going, unfazed by the taunt. Reena was going to be
bursting with new details for Cathy's fantasies!
CHAPTER TWO
"Julie won't be home till after dinner," Reena said as she closed
-- and locked -- the door to her room. "So we've got the house to
ourselves till Mom and Dad get home from work." She smiled. Reena's
step-sis could be a real bitch, spying and reporting -- or using the
threat to force Reena to do chores for her.
Cathy bounced onto Reena's bed, then turned and sat, Indian style,
flushed from the run to her friend's house and with anticipation. Reena
turned and leaned back against the door, two spots of bright color high
on her smooth, pale cheeks.
Cathy was doubly envious of her best friend's mature good looks.
With her smoothly flared hips and small -- despite her junk food intake
-- waist, Reena filled out her Jordache jeans the way they deserved to
be filled out. On Reena, they were sexy; on Cathy, designer jeans looked
silly, as if she were a little girl playing at being grownup. And Reena
could wear a ribknit turtleneck sweater, making it a boast for her big,
firm tits; if Cathy wore a sweater like that, her father would think
he'd had two sons. Only her nipples would disturb the flat expanse of
the sweater on her chest.
Reena just looked at her for a long moment, trying to smother a
smile.
Cathy could take it no longer. "Well -- what happened? Tell me!"
Reena stood straight and clasped her hands behind her back, making
her boobs just out even farther. "Oh, just some stuff," she teased,
sashaying toward the bed where her best friend sat breathlessly waiting
for the details.
"Reena McKenna, if you don't tell me every single thing right this
very minute, I'll -- I'll -- I'll show my step-brother those Polaroids!"
Reena stared in mock horror. "You wouldn't! You're in some, too!"
"Yeah, but I don't have boobies like you!"
"Oh, you means these little old things?" Reena cupped her breasts
through the tight sweater and looked down at them, as if in surprise. At
twelve, her tits -- 34Cs -- already were too big for her hands to cover.
Cathy reached out and grabbed the waist of her friend's jeans and
yanked her down onto the bed. "Come on -- give!"
Reena rolled onto her back and laced her fingers behind her head,
under her strawberry blonde curls. "Oh, well, not much to tell," she
said casually, staring up at the ceiling. "Remember what I told you
about Michael?"
How could Cathy forget? A high school senior, a varsity football
player, big and blond and handsome, who not only had his own car -- he
had a jet-black Corvette!
Cathy answered the rhetorical question by leaning over Reena and
whispering, "And I'll tell my step-brother you *want* him to see your
picture!"
"Euuuuwwww!" Reena whined. They'd long ago agreed that Jackie was
scuzzy. Cute -- but scuzzy.
"So -- "
"Well, no big deal. We went out, made out in his car, then we sat
on his back porch, on one of those big lounge chairs that tilts back,
and made out some more."
"Did you tongue kiss again?" Cathy whispered, her nipples feeling
like they were going to burst.
"Um-hmmmm." Reena sighed, as if remembering.
"And did you let him feel your big tits?"
Reena brought her hands up again to rest on her breasts. "Only
after we started drinking the Southern Comfort."
Cathy's eyes widened. "Wh-whaaat?"
"He had this pint of Southern Comfort, which is really yecchy
sweet, and I pretended to drink it before I let him start playing with
my boobs. He drank most of it and got really woozy. That was when I let
him get my shirt and bra open."
Cathy could barely breathe and she knew her little panties were
getting wet.
"And did he -- you know -- did you let him suck them?"
"Mmmmmmm." Reena's eyes were closed and she was rubbing her nipples
through the sweater. Cathy's eyes were drawn to the movement of her
friend's fingers. "He licked them and sucked my nipples real hard and it
felt soooo good..."
"I'll bet it did," Cathy murmured.
"I got so hot, I didn't even notice when he got my jeans open and
put his hand down my panties..."
Cathy's eyes widened still more. She knelt upright on the bed,
rubbing her thighs together in her excitement. She was visualizing the
scene, only she was imagining that it was she who was receiving all
those horny touches and lickings and suckings. Reena's eyes were still
closed, so Cathy reached up with one hand and began pinching and tugging
her own stiff nipples through her OP sweatshirt.
"...but when he started rubbing my trigger, I noticed!" Reena slid
one hand down to grip her cunt through her jeans. Her hips were
revolving just a little bit. "It felt so good, I let him put my hand on
his thing!"
"Really??!!?"
"Yeah, oh yeah, and even through his jeans it felt hot and it was
big and hard. I squeezed it and he started groaning and begging me to
take it out, but I was, y'know, afraid to. But he kept sucking my tits
and playing with my pussy and I wanted to get off so bad...oooohh..."
Cathy was squeezing her left hand between her thighs, rubbing her
cunt on it, pinching her nipples with the other, imagining, wishing...
"...and then he opened his pants and took it out himself and put my
hand on it!"
"Oh, yeah, your hand on it -- " Cathy moaned.
"It was so hot -- hard, but the skin was all soft, too."
"Was it really big?" Cathy moaned.
"No, it was real nice-sized, just right, maybe five or six
inches..." Reena was grunting out the words, recalling the sensations.
"And he started moving my hand up and down, jerking him off, begging me
to kiss it and suck it, but I wouldn't and he kept rubbing me and I
started jerking him on my own -- and he shot his stuff!"
"All over your hand and -- " Cathy muttered, grinding her cunt down
on her hand, torturing her nipples through her sweatshirt.
"All over my hand and his shirt and everything and he just groaned
and gasped and I was so hot, so close, I couldn't stand it," Reena
moaned, remembering her frustration.
"And then what happened?" Cathy demanded.
"And then the son-of-a-bitch passed out!"
"WHAT?"
Reena's eyes opened slowly, half-focused on Cathy. She smiled,
watching her best friend rubbing herself. "Yeah, he drank most of the
pint himself and then shooting off like that -- he just passed right out
before he could make me get mine."
"Damn!"
"Stone-cold out," Reena said, "with my tits hanging out and his
stuff all over and his hand still down my panties. I could've killed
him."
"I'll bet!" Cathy could've killed him, herself, and she was just
reliving the adventure vicariously.
"But then came the good part," Reena cooed and her hands again got
busy. "His big brother was watching."
Cathy gasped.
"And he said something like, 'What do you expect from a kid like
him?' and I got real scared, but he just pulled Michael's hand out of my
pants and picked him up like he was nothing and put him on the other
lounger chair and then he sat down and started right where his brother
left off!"
"No!"
"Yeah, he sure did, and I was still so hot I didn't try to stop
him, not when he started licking all over my tits -- not just my nipples
-- and then he -- he -- "
Reena gasped, her hand rubbing madly against her cunt. "And then he
like kissed my belly and pulled my jeans and panties down and he just
like kept licking lower and lower until he -- he -- "
She arched off the bed and gasped. "He licked me down there and I
just came like I was going to die!"
Cathy was transfixed by the sight of her friend cumming. Reena
looked so beautiful like that! Suddenly, Cathy didn't just envy Reena
the experience -- she envied Michael's older brother, too! Almost numb,
she reached down and caressed Reena's breast through the sweater,
rubbing the hard nipple.
Reena suddenly fell back to the bed, still writhing. She grabbed
Cathy's hand and thrust it down over her jeans-clad cunt, rubbing
herself with Cathy's fingers.
Cathy moaned at the heat and dampness and the feel of her friend's
orgasm against her hand. She rubbed herself and Reena faster and more
urgently. Reena again bucked and this time Cathy came with her, grunting
and gyrating her tiny hips as the orgasm swept her.
The strength left her legs and back as the orgasm faded, but Reena
pulled her down on top of herself, still shuddering. Cathy sighed with
pleasure at the press of Reena's tits swelling against her flat, stiff-
nippled chest.
"That was so sweet, so good, I needed that, needed it," Reena
whispered, breath rasping. "Needed you, wanted you to do that...I want
to show you how it felt, too, having lips on you down there -- "
"Lips on me down there," Cathy gasped. Reena rolled her onto her
back and pulled the OP sweatshirt high, revealing her all-but-titless
ribcage and exposing her immensely swollen nipples.
"Gonna do you, gonna do you," Reena whispered and then began
lapping at Cathy's nipples.
"YES!" Cathy gasped, feeling the wet, hot tongue on her tiny tits
and long nipples. Reena took one nipple into her mouth and sucked it,
hard, while whipping her tongue across the tip. Cathy gave a little yelp
and pushed her chest up at her girlfriend, her hands pulling Reena's
face down harder against her chest. "Oh, yes!"
Reena shifted to the other nipple, her hands already at the
waistsnap of Cathy's jeans while Cathy was frantically pulling Reena's
sweater up, revealing her back.
Reena knelt up and pulled the sweater over her head. Cathy quickly
unfastened Reena's jeans and pulled them down, revealing the white
panties with the big wet spot. She pushed them down over Reena's thighs,
revealing the thinly furred cunt lips, swollen and pink.
Cathy grabbed her own nipples in both hands and twisted at them,
trying to extend the sensation of Reena's lips, while Reena shucked her
panties and with one deft movement, stripped off Cathy's jeans and
demure white panties.
"It's so clean and beautiful," Reena breathed, bending at the waist
to kiss Cathy's hard little tummy. She was at a right angle to the tiny,
overheated girl on the bed and bending caused her firm young tits to rub
Cathy's thigh. "I didn't believe him when he said he loved licking my
pussy," Reena whispered, her exhalation like flame on Cathy's receptive
skin. "Now I do." She stretched out her tongue and began licking Cathy's
bare, 18-year-old mons.
CHAPTER THREE
Cathy groaned and arched her narrow hips upward, trying to capture
that hot, wet tongue with her hairless little cleft. Reena reached
between her legs, cupping both of her small, hard ass cheeks with one
hand and pulled her still higher until --
"AHHHHH!" Cathy couldn't restrict that sound; it escaped her full
lips as she felt Reena's tongue begin tickling her clitoris and laving
her labia. The sensation was excruciating, maddening -- like having a
moist feather, a damp butterfly, alighting upon her slick, swollen cunt
lips.
"Cum for me, cum for me!" Reena moaned into Cathy's little cunt.
She smooched Cathy's tiny pussy lips, tongue-tickled Cathy's taut clit,
ran her finger down and around the opening to Cathy's sweet, small pussy
and teased the pinpoint opening of her tiny Asian asshole.
Cathy bucked and writhed, struggling for the sensation that would
finally set her off. She moaned and howled as Reena locked her lips
around her swollen clit. When Reena sank her finger into Cathy's tiny
twat, she came.
"AHHHH!!! YES! YES!" Cathy shrieked, cumming and cumming again as
her girlfriend fingered her cunt and lip-nibbled her clitoris.
When the rush finally faded, Cathy collapsed back to the bedspread,
all naked and thrashing in aftershock. She kept moaning and sighing
until Reena slid up close to her and held her in her arms, her big tits
pressing lush and firm into Cathy's flat chest.
Cathy whispered, "I hope this doesn't make us lezzies."
"Made you cum, didn't I?" Reena answered, grinning, punctuating the
assertion with a soft kiss to Cathy's forehead. "That's what it was like
when Jordy -- you know, Michael's step-brother -- licked me."
Cathy shivered. "Want me to do it you now?" She giggled before the
last of it was out, unable to keep a straight face.
"If you want to...yeah!" The deep flush, which had been receding
from chest and neck, began growing again.
"Dykes 'r' Us," Cathy whispered and nuzzled her face between
Reena's tits as she slithered low on her friend. She was curious to
know what it was like, and she wanted to give her friend as good as she'd
gotten.
She laved the swells of Reena's snowy tits and started crawling
lower, licking her belly, when Reena said, "Wait -- I've got an idea!"
Cathy cocked her head sideways. She could smell Reena's cunt juices
and scent was arousing her still further, till she was actually eager to
try this new, forbidden thrill.
"Here, turn...this way," Reena directed, eyes shining as she urged
the tiny Asian preteen to reverse herself on the bed, then guided Cathy
to straddle her face. "Oh, yeah, yeah," Reena murmured, licking and
kissing Cathy's strong thighs. "Just gotta eat that pretty little pussy,
so clean and sweet --- mmmmmph!"
Cathy's eyes half-closed with pleasure as she felt her friend's
agile tongue go to work on her labia again. She let her face descend
slowly into the V of Reena's thighs and then got her first taste of
pussy.
And liked it.
"Ummmmmmmmm," Cathy hummed, her arms wrapping around Reena's hips to
grasp her full, firm asscheeks. Her tongue snaked all around her
friend's cunt, touching Reena's sensitive, engorged cuntlips and
clitoris the way she'd like to have her own licked. Instantly, Reena's
thighs stiffened and her hips began to shudder. Cathy could feel her
friend's nipples swelling against her thighs; could Reena feel hers?
But then Reena began puffing and groaning into Cathy's little twat
and her tongue-tip began flick-flick-flicking impossibly fast against the
tip of Cathy's clit. Her tight, gymnast's hips revolved around that
hummingbird movement and her orgasm began crashing through her. Just as
she started to slide from her peak, she felt Reena's fingers trying to
pry their way into her pussy and her ass!
Cathy gasped and repaid her friend in kind, working one finger into
Reena's soaked cunt and another in her ass, which had been well and
truly slicked by the juices flowing down from her red-downed cunt and
from Cathy's saliva. Cathy felt Reena's cunt clench and suck at her
finger just the way her own minuscule twat was milking Reena's. They
came together, shaking and moaning, for what seemed like a very long
time. When they finally came down from their explosive orgasms, they
somehow toppled into each other's arms, cooing and kissing and
astonished at what they had just experienced.
It had been good for Cathy, amazingly good. The orgasm had been
electrifying, dazzling beyond even the pleasures of her own practiced
fingers. And she was determined to experience it again, with her best
friend, every chance she got. But she wanted more. She wanted to be
craved by a male -- and she began plotting how to get what she wanted.
* * *
For the next three days, the young lesbian lovers got together
every chance they could, which basically meant every afternoon when
Julie, Reena's older step-sis, was out of the house. Since both of Reena's
parents worked, that made for ample opportunities for the two vixens to
explore the pleasures they could give each other's budding bodies. While
Cathy attended her gymnastics training sessions just as faithfully as
ever -- between six a.m. and the start of school at 8:30 each morning --
she found herself noticing things she hadn't, previously.
There were only three other girls in the classes, which were for
advanced gymnasts who showed promise of being winners in competitions
beyond the usual local events. Only one, a quiet Puerto Rican girl, was
even close to being as good at Cathy on the beam or the bars, but she
was far superior to Cathy in floor routines. Their coach, Mr.
Richardson, was even more demanding of Cathy and Tricia than of the
other two girls, but he was also encouraging and kind. Mr. Richardson
was a stocky black man in his forties. Cathy had once overheard two
competing coaches, at a meet, agreeing that if Mr. Richardson lived in
one of the Eastern Bloc nations, he would be a star coach and
internationally acclaimed. Here in the U.S., though, one asserted,
Richardson was never going to get the recognition he deserved because
too many people were uncomfortable thinking about a black man putting
his hands on their little girls. Cathy had been tempted to say
something, at the time, to the effect that her coach had always been a
perfect gentleman and treated his students as if they were his daughters
-- but had kept her mouth shut...as she'd been taught all her life.
She did start noticing, though, that sometimes her coach gazed a
bit longer and more intensely than required at Monica, one of the other
girls in her glass. Monica was kind of pretty, especially when she had
her long hair braided into two chestnut ropes that twirled about her
face when she tumbled. Monica -- like Reena -- was an early bloomer. At
thirteen, she was already developing a knockout figure, which spelled
the end of a gymnast's competitive days because it changed her center
of gravity so radically; besides, big young tits in a tight leotard
distracted judges from the line of the body as expressed in the event.
But sometimes, when Monica danced and tumbled in her floor
exercises, her luscious young tits quivering inside her leotard, Cathy
caught Mr. Richardson watching Monica with an interest that was plainly
not merely a coach's concern.
She also noticed that her coach was particularly careful of his
touches around Monica, being ultra-sure that he did nothing untoward,
and she found herself wondering what it would be like...
On Friday afternoon, Cathy's phone rang just as she got to the
stairs in her house. It was Reena.
"Can you sleep over tonight?"
"Huh? Sure, I guess. What's up?" Cathy asked.
Reena's excitement audibly grew. "Dad's taking Mom to Atlantic City
as a surprise anniversary present."
Cathy's eyes widened. "Great! But doesn't that mean Julie -- "
"Exactly -- and I heard her on the phone telling her friends to
come over for a party. You know what that means!"
"Yeah!" Julie, at 19, didn't have as good a figure as Reena did at
18 -- but Julie was a notorious slut. She was constantly trying to prove
to herself her attractiveness to men by fucking. Reena had told Cathy a
couple of times about Julie's howling and moaning from the basement rec
room when Julie thought Reena was fast asleep. "What time?"
"Right after dinner, okay!"
"Gotcha!" She hung up, heart pounding and nipples throbbing. She
and Reena had hatched a scheme. Adjacent to the recreation room was a
laundry room, in Reena's basement -- and two young, curious girls could,
if they were quiet, hide in the dark utility closet and peek through the
slats to watch Julie service a boyfriend.
"Ohboy ohboy ohboy!" Cathy whispered to herself, hurrying up the
stairs to her room. Her step-brother's door was closed, so she knew what he
was doing. Fair enough, she thought, locking her own bedroom door and
stripping off her school clothes. Fair enough -- because as soon as she
got out of her moistening panties, she was going to be doing exactly what
Jackie was doing!
CHAPTER FOUR
Cathy watched silently through the louvers. The lights in the rec
room were on, but low; there was no chance she and Reena would be
spotted in the dark utility closet. The stereo was playing a Mariah
Cary tape.
"Are you sure your step-sis is upstairs?"
Julie flipped the wrist of her free hand in dismissal. Her other
hand was occupied with what was at least her third Seven-&-Seven in the
last half hour. "She's got her girlfriend over, what's her name --
Cathy."
"Who?" Georgie asked.
"You know, the little Chinese kid, looks about nine years old -- "
"Oh, you mean Gizmo," called Mike from the other side of the room.
He was happily doing a bump-and-grind dance against the voluptuous form
of a young woman he'd brought. "I know her step-brother from the Chinese
Student Activities Club."
"Yeah, yeah -- but are you sure your step-sis isn't going to bust in
on us?" Georgie insisted.
"Want to go up and check for yourself?" Julie demanded. "See her
big titties?"
"No," he replied coolly. "I'd rather suck yours!"
Julie closed her eyes and gave a little shiver. She was the same
height as Reena and had a much tighter, more compact body -- plenty sexy
in her own right, thought Cathy -- but she knew her 18-year-old kid step-
sis had a far more voluptuous figure. Julie had a part-time job at a health
club and loved showing off the results. Tonight, she was wearing
her tight, black leather miniskirt and a white spandex top that zipped
up the front.
From their hideout, the two 18-year-old spies could see Julie's
nipples stiffen under the spandex.
Julie took a big slug, emptying her glass, and went to the wet bar
to make her fourth. Her hair was bright red and she wore it long and
loose, to her shoulders. She really looked hot in the outfit and knew
it.
The young man -- Reena said he was twenty -- looked cocky as hell.
He walked up behind Julie and put his arms around her. He whispered
something to her and she began grinding her hard butt into his crotch.
The pair seemed oblivious to the other three couples in the rec room.
One girl, with blonde hair flounced high, was sitting on the pool table,
madly kissing the young man gripped between her thighs. By Cathy's
reckoning, they hadn't interrupted their single kiss in something like
15 minutes. Two other couples were on the cushions of the banquette. One
pair was also hotly making out, and there were some not-very-
surreptitious gropings going on.
The other pair sat, hand in hand, watching Julie and George. The
girl -- a brunette with small, hard tits and a big, hard ass -- finally
spoke. "C'mon, Julie -- you've had enough to drink."
If George or Julie heard her, neither gave a sign.
"Julie!" The girl started to rise. Her boyfriend tried to hold her
back by the hand.
"Hey, she can do what she wants -- it's her house."
"Dammit -- Hey, Pam!"
The female half of the other couple on the banquette looked up,
puzzled. "What's the matter, Ginger?"
Ginger -- the brunette -- jerked her head toward the bar, where
Julie had put the glass down on the bar top and drawn George's hands up
to her tits. "Oh, yeah, I can feel how hard you are!" she whimpered. She
pushed her head back against his shoulder.
"Shit." Pam shook her boyfriend. "We're leaving."
"But -- "
Ginger had already interrupted the couple on the edge of the pool
table. The blonde was also trying to get her paramour to leave. All
three guys were resisting their girlfriends' demands.
The three girls stood facing their dates. Ginger spoke: "Alright,
you guys! Everyone in this room knows what happens next. We're not going
to stand here and watch Julie drink herself stupid and put on a slut
show. We're leaving. Right?"
The other two girls nodded.
"And either you come with us or you guys end up dating Rosy Palm
and her sisters tonight -- and maybe for good."
"C'mere, baby," George was growling, turning Julie to face him. He
pulled the zipper of the spandex top down slowly, all the while kissing
the side of Julie's throat. The stretch material parted, revealing the
inner slopes of Julie's firm, pretty, almost conical tits.
"Yeah, well, listen up," one of the guys demanded, the one who'd
been necking heavily with the blonde on the edge of the pool table. "You
don't give me no orders, none of you. I ain't telling my friend's girl
what she can and can't do in her own house and I ain't leaving until she
asks me or I want to. You got a problem with that?"
The other two guys were nodding.
Ginger scowled, turned and stalked out. The other two girls
hesitated only seconds before following.
Cathy and Reena heard the footsteps across the living room floor,
over their heads, and then the slam of the front door.
The two voyeurs were disappointed, figuring nothing was going to
happen now with four guys and one girl.
The three guys stood stupidly for a minute, looking at the now-
vacant basement stairway, then at each other.
George and Julie hadn't broken stride. He had the spandex top
completely open and was licking her perky nipples. She put her hands on
his hand and forced his mouth to her left tit and groaned loudly. She
leaned back against the bar, elbows propped on the surface. Her breasts
thrust upward, absolutely perfect and hard-looking. "Oh, yeah, Georgie
boy, eat 'em for me, eat 'em good!"
"Yo, Georgie, uh -- " one of the guys called out. "Uh, we're, uh,
going to go now, so, uh -- "
"Why?" Julie whispered. "Don't you want to see it?"
All three guys were blushing now. One of them thrust his hands on
his back pockets and said, "Shit, Julie, it's going to be frustrating
enough tonight without seeing somebody else getting it on!" He grinned
crookedly.
"I can take care -- OOOOO -- I can take care of you, too...all of
you..." she cooed as George dropped to his knees and unzipped her
miniskirt.
The other three laughed nervously. "Yeah, well, Georgie might not
like that much," one of them said.
George pulled the skirt down her taut thighs and was licking her
flat abdomen just above the low cut black bikini panties.
"Georgie won't mind, will he?"
George stopped long enough to say, quite loudly, "As long as I go
first, no problem."
"Shit -- you mean you're gonna take us all on? Just you?" queried
the biggest of the bunch, a young man Reena had recognized and
identified as Hank, one of the full-time staff from Julie's health club.
Julie smiled and then tensed as George pulled her panties down and
began lapping at her cunt.
Reena and Cathy were awestruck. They were going to watch a
gangbang! Cathy's cunt, already damp, began secreting furiously under
her panties. Her nipples were surely going to punch holes through her
loose, blue knee-length sweatshirt, the only other garment she was
wearing. Even in the dim glow of the utility closet, she could see
Reena's flush of arousal and the heaving of her big, braless tits
beneath her identically oversized shirt.
"Oh, yeah, Georgie, eat me out!" Julie whined, hips shuddering over
his mouth. Just as she began to shake wildly, he stood and lifted her
trim form onto a bar stool. She leaned back against the counter as he
unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. Cathy and Reena could barely
see it from their angle, but saw enough to know it was big and stiff.
"You boys just sit down and watch the show and think about your
turns," Julie gasped as George ran his cockhead up and down over her
drooling cuntlips. "You want me to suck you first, Georgie?"
"Later, babe. I ain't gonna last long now any which way!"
"Get that big cock into me -- Ahhhhh!"
He hunched forward as her legs wrapped around his waist. The
peepers stared, barely breathing, as his hips rocked, tilted Julie on
her barstool precariously with each lunch. They could see her taut
abdomen bulge and retract with each stroke, her nipples straining upward
from her firm young tits, her mouth gaping open as she let her head hang
back from her shoulder, her hair painting the counter red. Grunts of
passion escaped each of them as he pounded her cunt faster and faster.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Julie cried, louder and louder.
On the couch, two of the guys -- Hank and Billy, who'd delivered
the defiant speech -- had unzipped and were slowly stroking their hard
teenaged dicks. The third and smallest of the guys, Mike, who was
Chinese, was just staring at the couple fucking by the bar.
"Get me! Get me!!!!" Julie screamed. "YEAH!" Her legs locked tight
around George's waist and she hunched herself madly at him. George
growled loudly and thrust forward as hard as he can. He held himself
against her and the two secret watchers knew he was cumming inside of
her -- and cumming a lot, by the length of time he was drubbing the
oversexed redhead.
"Oh, baby, baby, you are so hot," George crooned. His hands went
behind Julie's back and he pulled her to him. She was stilled riding his
limpening prick and now she was like a leech, clinging to him as he
staggered, drained, toward the pool table. He laid her back gently on it
and stumbled to the unoccupied banquette, stuffing his still dripping
cock back into his pants.
"C'mon, fuck me -- someone fuck me!"
Hank stood and pushed his pants and Jockeys off. "Shit, I've been
dreaming about the little cunt since she went to work at the club!" He
wasted no time in climbing onto the pool table, aligning his stiff cock
with Julie's oozing cunt and ramming into her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"AHHHH! YES! YES!" Julie screeched as the big man pounded her into
the green felt. She lifted her legs high, around his hips -- and thereby
gave the two watching 18-year-olds a pornographer's view of the action.
Cathy couldn't keep her hand from her tricot-covered cunt -- and noticed
that Reena was having the same reaction. Reena glanced over and saw
Cathy's gaze. They grinned at each other and returned their attention to
the scene in the rec room.
"Fuck -- fuck -- fuck -- " Julie grunted over and over. "Give it to
me!"
"Shit, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned.
"Yeah -- cum in me! Yeah!"
They could clearly see her cunt gripping his plunging cock with
quick, rhythmic squeezes, milking it. She reached up with her own hands
and gripped and pulled her nipples, twisting them.
"Auuugghh!" Hank crashed his cock to the bone into her, his balls
jerking fast and tight against her upturned ass. Cathy and Reena could
see white stuff begin to ooze out around Julie's red-furred cuntlips.
Julie was screaming and cumming and Hank was groaning and cumming. It
seemed to go on for a long time, but he finally climbed off her and let
himself down to the floor, legs unsteady. "Shit," was all he could say.
"Shit!"
Julie was sitting up. "Help me off here," she muttered. "Can't
stain the fucking pool table."
"'Fucking pool table'," George repeated and laughed. "Hey, come on,
Mike. Get to it!" Billy was helping Julie to the banquette next to
George. She quickly fished his dick out of his pants and began licking
at the limp, still-sticky flesh.
Mike muttered something.
"Say, what?" Billy demanded.
"I said, 'I never did it before'!" Mike snapped.
Julie's head bobbed up. "A virgin? A genuine virgin? C'mere, let me
be your first! Let me suck that little Chinese dick for you -- don't be
shy, Mike! Hey, Billy, make me another Seven-&-Seven to wash it down!"
Billy went to the bar while Mike reluctantly stood in front of
Julie, who turned to sit on the banquette cushions with her legs wide.
She pulled the slender Chinese boy between her knees and expertly
unzipped him. She pushed his pants and Jockeys down with one quick
movement.
Julie's gasp was audible in the utility closet, where Reena and
Cathy barely stifled their own.
Mike's dick was huge. Julie could barely close the fingers of one
hand around it. And when she put both hands on the shaft, the glans
still flared beyond her fingers. Julie gulped and began licking the
knob, then opened her mouth wide and crammed it between her lips. Mike
had an ethereal look on his face.
"I'm not going to hold it long!" he groaned softly. "I can't hold
it!"
Julie grunted and rammed her mouth onto the fat, long staff faster
and harder. Her cheeks concaved with the suction she was applying. Her
nipples were stiff and she was rubbing her thighs together. She wanted
his cum in her mouth.
She got it.
"Oh, shit!" Mike gasped and then his dick swelled still more. Julie
pumped his prick with both hands as she sucked and swallowed -- but
there was too much. She pulled her mouth off him, still gulping, and
white cum spilled out of her lips and onto her chin. Mike shot three
more big spurts, the first two onto her face and hair, the last one into
her open mouth, before his ejaculations stopped.
"That was some fucking load," George said sincerely. "I am very
fucking impressed."
"Yeah, me, too," Billy agreed. "Fucking dick must be a foot long."
He was standing beside Mike, holding the drink in his hand.
Mike was shaking his head weakly. "Nine inches."
The two hidden voyeurs were very impressed, too. And Cathy was
digesting the way Julie had seemed to crave that thick white stuff in
her mouth.
Julie was happily licking and cleaning the rest of the cum from
Mike's cock, which barely lost any of its size or stiffness. Then she
made a show of gathering the missed spurts from her face and licking her
fingers.
"Mmmmmmm -- virgin cum," Julie said softly, licking flecks of it
from her lips. "My favorite drink -- why, thank you!" she said to Billy,
taking the glass from him. She drained it in five swallows and returned
the glass. "And what is your pleasure?" Her words were audibly slurred.
"Want me to suck you? Wanna fuck my hot little cunt? Maybe fuck me in
the ass?"
"She's got a great little ass," George chimed in, always helpful.
She still had one hand on Mike's dick, stroking it back to full
hardness.
"Suck me off," Billy said. "I want to feel you sucking me."
"And you," Julie said to Mike's cock, "I want to feel you in my
little red-haired cunt. Would you like that?"
The cock throbbed visibly.
"Oh, goody. You lay down here on your back -- " she patted the
cushions next to her.
"Hey, what about me?" Billy interrupted.
"Don't worry. While I sit on Mike, I'm going to suck so hard,
you'll think your balls are being pulled right through your nice, stiff
cock. Would you like that?"
"Holy shit," Billy breathed. Mike was already in position. George
and Hank, cocks restored, helped her position her twat over Mike's
formidable spar.
"Oh, wow," Julie wheezed as she settled onto his prick. "Woweee-
wow! It feels so fucking BIG!" She had to ram her hips down to get the
last couple of inches into her. She rocked up and down a couple of times
and then led Mike's trembling hands to her quivering little tits.
Julie turned her head to the side, where Billy's cock awaited her
attentions. It wasn't a long wait. She began bobbing her head in time
with the bobbing of her hips and the only question was which of the trio
was enjoying the three-way fucking more.
Cathy and Reena each had one hand between her own legs -- and the
other hands were busy between the others' legs. How much more depraved
could Julie get, both wondered.
And Cathy was thinking: Her tits aren't that much bigger than mine
and look at the fun she's having! I wanna do that!
Julie briefly pulled her mouth off Billy's cock and looked up at
him, her face crazed, her red hair flying as she banged her cunt down on
Mike's big dick and absorbed the impact of his flailing hips. "I want --
un! -- want you to -- un! -- cum in my mouth -- un! -- and drown me in
-- un! -- your cum -- UN! UN! OOOH YEAH! OH YEAH! BIG DICK! FUCK-UH!
FUCK-UH!"
She jammed his prick back into her mouth and held on to his hips
for dear life as Mike slammed up at her with his surprising schlong.
Reena and Cathy could see her abdomen contract and ripple as she came
and watched her sucking so hard on Billy's dick that her cheeks were
indrawn till they could discern the outline of his prick.
Billy was pumping his hips faster and faster. His fingers tangled
in her red hair and pulled her face onto his cock. Julie seemed to
surrender herself to his face fucking and then she was gulping and
swallowing as his young balls tightened and he poured his jism into her
hot, sucking mouth. When he finally pulled away from her, his cock
swinging limp, she half-collapsed onto Mike. From her slack lips poured
viscous glob of white cum.
Georgie, his dick resurrected, leaned close to her and whispered
while he pulled his pud. She shook her head drunkenly and mumbled
something in reply. He grimaced, then nodded and straightened, turning
to Hank.
"Hey, man, she wants you to fuck her ass while she sucks me."
Hank stared stupidly.
"But Mike -- "
"No," George explained. "She wants you to fuck her ass while she
fucks Mike. She wants us to fuck every hole she's got. Man, she wants to
be a fucking slut sandwich!"
CHAPTER SIX
Cathy and Reena were electrified and somewhat horrified. They'd
heard whispers about ass-fucking and the prospect had sounded weird and
disgusting, at best, and probably painful, too. But to get it in the
butt and in the pussy and suck a guy at the same time? Was such a thing
possible?
"Oh, baby, you are so hot, so fucking hot," Georgie said to Julie.
Her slender hips undulated and her hard little ass rose and fell as she
pumped languidly, drunkenly, over the Chinese teenager's outsized prick.
"Hank, go get some butter out of the refrigerator," Georgie
instructed.
Hank stripped off his pants and complied, his dick leading the way
to and from the wet bar in the basement rec room. Georgie was stepping
up alongside the banquette where Julie continued to work her cunt slowly
over Mike's thick nine-inch tool. She pushed herself up on her arms and
turned her head to the side so Georgie could feed her the swollen knob
of his cock. Her eyes were half-closed, her glorious red hair was a
tangled mess and her nipples looked ready to pop right off her small,
hard tits.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Georgie moaned as she sucked and licked his
glans. "Grease her and you up real good, Hank. Her ass is the tightest
thing you've ever dreamed of!"
Julie moaned and held her hips almost still as Hank began lubing
her asshole with the butter. Her cheeks were so tight and hard that he
could barely reach the puckered opening between, and when he did, he
said, "Shit! I can hardly get my finger in her ass! I'll never get my
cock in there!"
Julie pulled her mouth off Georgie's cock and muttered, "You
better! Or don't I make you hard enough, huh? Don't you think I'm pretty
enough or sexy enough, huh? You don't get hard enough 'cause my tits are
too small for you, huh? I want you to fuck my ass, bust my butt wide
open so you'll always know who's the hottest, sexiest bitch in Queens!
Do it!"
Georgie guided her mouth back to his saliva coated dick. "Easy,
baby, easy, sugar," he crooned, trying to mollify her. "You gotta know
you're the sexiest babe in the nabe -- yeah, suck it -- 'cause look
what's happening here, honey....Oh, yeah! Four guys were here with four
girls, but who do all the guys want? You! How much do they want you? So
much each one is hard just to get a share of you -- yeah! Suck it! Suck
it hard!"
Julie was eagerly pumping her face over his stiff cock now, her
cheeks hollowing on the outstrokes as she maintained a fierce, expert,
enthusiastic suction. Her legs parted and she brought them up higher, so
her knees were alongside Mike's hips and her ass was presented in clear
invitation as Hank clambered awkwardly up on the cushions.
The two peepers in the closet had an excellent view as Hank guided
his throbbing prick into place again Julie's asshole. They heard someone
-- Georgie? -- tell Mike to hold still for a minute. The big, fat cock
stopped moving in Julie's crammed twat and Hank tried to budge his
butter-coated glans into Julie's butter slicked asshole.
Again and again, he pressed down. The puckered hole would spread
some, then stop and his dick would start to bend before sliding off the
mark.
"Grab her butt, man, pull it open!" Georgie instructed, and Mike's
hands came up to grasp Julie's smooth, taut cheeks. He pulled her
buttocks wide and this time, Hank succeeded in wedging just his tip
halfway into the constricted opening.
Hank growled and pushed again. Julie's asshole seemed to implode --
and then it looked like it was sucking his glans inside.
Groans from all. "So fucking tight!" Hank exclaimed. "Shit!"
"Yeah, baby, suck, suck, suck..." Georgie moaned.
"I'm gonna cum soon," Mike muttered, his hips bucking, his big
prick moving in and out of Julie's widely stretched little red-furred
cunt.
"Give her all of it, Hank -- she wants it!" Georgie instructed.
"Don't you, honey?"
Julie moved her hips slightly, pressed her butt up at the ass-
fucking health club instructor behind her. Hank responded by slowly
powering all six inches of his hard cock into her small asshole.
All four of them groaned, Julie's muffled somewhat by the hard cock
in her mouth. She seemed to lose the strength in her arms and started to
collapse atop Mike, but he and Georgie managed to prop her up until she
could hold her own weight.
Cathy and Reena couldn't see anything of Julie's double-stuffed
holes; both were obscured by Hank's down-thrust hips.
Julie pulled her mouth off Georgie's cock to moan, in a deep,
guttural voice, "Oh, I feel so fucking stuffed! Fuck me good!"
Hank pulled up and back slowly, till just his knob was inside, and
the spies saw the most amazing sight: Julie's little asshole was
stretched around Hank's hard meat while below, Mike's huge prick was
visibly throbbing her cunt.
Mike and Hank began pumping inside the lean redhead, obviously
straining from the tightness of their receptacles. Julie was thrashing
her hips between them, vibrating her ass and cunt on their cocks. She
was obviously getting off on having two guys sandwich her while she
sucked off her date. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the room were
moans, grunts and the slushy noise of Mike's large dick churning Julie's
cunt.
But as she came harder and harder, Mike let out a pathetic groan and
arched up. Cathy and Reena could see his big balls jerk upward and lurch
beneath the base of his wide dick, and then they saw the jism begin
squeezing out around Julie's labia.
"Awwww fuck!" Hank yelled. Feeling his pal's dick twitch against
his through the membrane separating ass from cunt was the last straw.
The heat and tightness of her ass and the convulsing of her sphincters
on his prick had nibbled away at his self-control and the sheer lewdness
of what they were doing had stripped a big chunk -- but this was too
much.
He rammed his prick into Julie's asshole till only his balls showed
and poured a load of hot cum into her. Julie was flopping around between
the two cumming cocks as if she were having a fit -- and then Georgie
started spurting into her mouth. She completely lost it then.
Julie went wild, cumming and cumming. She got Georgie's first shot
in her mouth, but then as she screamed and thrashed, she collapsed onto
Mike. Georgie grabbed his prick and jerked hard, firing three long shots
of sticky semen on Julie's face and hair, splattering some onto Mike.
Cathy realized that she and Reena were both close to cumming from
the sight of the outrageous quartet and the feel of their own fingers
and each other's rubbing their little pussies. Cathy knew she'd be
unable to be totally silent, so she turned her head and mashed her mouth
over Reena's. That did it for the two 18 year olds, too.
Of course, it also meant they didn't see Hank pull his cock out of
Julie's cum- and butter-soaked asshole, or the way Julie continued
writhing atop Mike's slowly shrinking prick.
But they recovered in time to watch Georgie be almost tender. Julie
had finally been hit by all the alcohol and the sex; she'd passed out.
Georgie gently raised her into his arms, her semen soaked red-haired
pussy finally releasing Mike's thick penis with an audible slurp. He put
one arm under her knees and the other under her back and carried her
carefully up the stairs from the basement orgy site.
"I don't fucking believe that just happened," Hank commented as he
used a paper towel to wipe his drained dick.
"Me, neither," Mike agreed. He imitated Hank's movements, then
pulled his pants on and stuck his limp, but still surprisingly large,
cock inside.
The basement door opened. Reena and Cathy heard Georgie call down,
"Hey, guys, I think it's time to call it a night."
"Cool," Hank replied, slipping his Nikes back on.
"And you're not gonna tell anyone about it either, right?"
Mike, Hank and Billy agreed, then started up the stairs. Cathy and
Reena waited till the basement light went off and the door closed before
releasing long breaths. They waited till they heard a car pull away
before standing on trembling legs and leaving their hideout.
"Can you believe anyone could be such a slut?" Reena blurted.
"I couldn't believe how big Mike's thing was!"
"And the way she sucked him down and loved it!"
"That was so hot!" Cathy said. "She had all four of those guys
crazy for her! Wow! And she just kept cumming all the time, even when
Hank put it in her little butt!"
"Mmmmmm," Reena agreed. "She *did* cum a lot..." She looked at her
friend in the dark basement. "Betcha I can make you cum that much."
"Betcha can't either!"
They giggled and crept up the stairs from the basement, then made
their way up the darkened hallway to the second floor, where the
bedrooms were.
There was still a light under Julie's door. They became even more
quiet when they heard the voices from the room.
"C'mon, just once more..." Julie was whining.
"Can't, babe. You already drained my nuts so dry I'll be pissing
dust for a week."
"Then just stay with me tonight..."
"With your step-sis and Gizmo next door? You nuts?"
"Maybe Reena will see us and get some ideas, you'd like that,
wouldn't ya? Huh? Pleeease?"
"Gotta go, babe. I'll look in on you tomorrow."
"Then get me my toys."
"Where -- "
"Shoebox in the closet, top shelf."
Sound of door opening, boxes moving, then door closing.
"Which one?"
"All of 'em... Hey, one's missing!"
"I sure as shit don't have it. You got three there, now -- "
Low buzzing noise, then: "Ahhhh, yeah. Unh-unh-unh -- Hey, get the
light on your way out, okay? Unh-unh-unh-unnnnnh -- "
"Sure thing. G'night, babe."
Cathy and Reena barely scurried into Reena's room before Julie's
light went out and her door opened. Inside, they listened in silence to
Georgie's footsteps down the stairs...and then heard the moaning and
yelps from Julie's room.
Reena pulled the drapes closed, locked her door and then turned on
the lights.
"Guess what I have?" she challenged, grinning.
Cathy waited, lips parted and dry, eyes gleaming, pussy damp.
Reena nodded. She reached into her own closet, opened a garment bag
and from within removed Julie's missing vibrator.
"Betcha I *can* make you cum that much!"
Cathy began to pant as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You're soooo wet!" Reena breathed. Her eyes were half-closed, her
precocious tits heaving beneath her sweatshirt.
Cathy's little panties were beyond damp. The tricot was soaked and
coated her tiny, throbbing pussy. She saw Reena's fingers twitch toward
her wet panties, then hesitate. Cathy reached down and took her best
friend's trembling fingers and led them to cup her pubis. She pressed
Reena's hand against her cunt, squeezing her slim, gymnast's thighs
around the fingers to hold them there. She sighed as Reena began to move
her fingertips gently against her pussy.
Reena pushed her fingers up, against Cathy's swollen labia. The
tiny girl's eyes fluttered closed as she ground her clitoris against the
heel of her friend's hand. She was close to orgasm already, her nipples
standing up like pencil erasers.
She opened her eyes as Reena began slowly folding to her knees in
front of her. When Reena fastened her lips on one small, stiff nipple,
Cathy made a soft moaning noise. The moan got louder when Reena withdrew
her hand and her lips began murmuring across Cathy's taut stomach and
abdomen. Reena leaned into her, forcing her back a step. Cathy's knees
hit the edge of the bed. Then Reena was reaching behind her to drop the
vibrator atop her bedspread.
A moment later, Cathy was shuddering with pleasure and anticipation
of more to come as she felt Reena's hands on the waist of her panties.
As Reena drew them lower, her tongue and lips would explore the taut
musculature of the little gymnast's flat abdomen. When the panties were
no more than a small, bunched, soaked line of tangled cloth around the
tops of her thighs, Reena pushed her backward and Cathy let herself sit
on the edge of the bed.
Reena skimmed the panties off her completely and then thrust her
mouth between Cathy's legs. She slurped the pudgy little labia and drove
her tongue as far as she could up into the minuscule opening of the
small girl's cunt. Cathy had to put her hands behind her to brace
herself upright.
When Reena began brushing Cathy's clitoris with the tip of her
tongue, Cathy felt the pleasure suddenly become uncontrollable. She
locked her thighs around Reena's head and bucked her little pussy into
the larger girl's mouth. Great, gasping convulsions wracked her tiny
twat and she barely stifled her sobs of pleasure and release. It went on
and on until she couldn't bear it.
Cathy tugged Reena's face from her still spasming snatch and
gasped, "Me -- too! Together!" She tugged at Reena's sweatshirt, her
face almost slack with lust. Reena stood, stripping off the garment and
revealing her glorious, precocious tits in all their firm, heaving
beauty. Cathy couldn't resist. She leaned forward and suckled hungrily
at Reena's left nipple while one hand snagged Reena's panties, drawing
them down her legs while her fingers caressed Reena's firm ass. Her
other hand was roving over the rest of Reena, inflaming the bigger
preteen with every touch.
Cathy pulled Reena onto the bed and pushed her onto her back. She
licked her way down over Reena's upthrust 18-year-old tits, over her
smooth belly, over her quivering abdomen and right to the crease of her
thighs. She inhaled the lush aroma of Reena's prolonged arousal and
thrust her face into the wet slit between her swollen, barely downed
little cunt. Reena's clitoris was already enlarged and protruding from
beneath its little hood -- protruding, in fact, clearly from her labia.
She felt Reena pulling her leg over her face and then she was
happily settling her little pussy onto Reena's eager mouth and she
fastened her lush lips lightly about the swollen bud of Reena's
clitoris.
Reena's hips began to undulate immediately, rolling movements that
had Cathy twisting her head to follow. Her own narrow hips were
beginning to quiver again as Reena clasped her buttocks in both hands
and dragged Cathy down onto her mouth all the more urgently. The
movement shifted the mattress and Cathy felt something hard and cold and
plastic roll down the slope of the mattress and hit the side of her leg.
She immediately registered what it was, even as another orgasm began.
Cathy reached back and her fingers found and grasped the vibrator,
never missing a lick with her tongue even as the orgasm shook through
her and immediately began to build.
Somehow she found the strength and coordination to bring the
vibrator around. Reena had bent her knees to put her feet flat on the
bed. Cathy reached beneath her thighs and took the vibrator in both
hands as Reena began bucking more urgently.
The vibrator was only six or seven inches long and no more than an
inch or so thick. When Cathy twisted the base, it began to hum. The more
she twisted, the more it shook.
As Reena began to grunt in orgasm, Cathy let the vibrating tip of
the device rest against Reena's puffed-up pussy, making contact just
below Cathy's clit-gripping lips.
Reena completely lost control. Howling into the muffling moistness
of Cathy's labia, Reena jabbed her hips up at Cathy's mouth, then down
at the vibrator. Cathy pressed the tip inside just a little bit and
Reena's hips immediately began a fucking motion, as if trying to grab
more of it.
Cathy pushed more of the vibrator into her girlfriend's hungry
cunt, maybe an inch, then felt the obstruction. She hesitated -- and
while she paused, Reena hunched down and drove all but two inches of the
vibrator into herself. Cathy felt Reena stiffen -- with pain? -- and
carefully began withdrawing the toy.
She continued lapping at Reena's clitoris and pussy. After a few
minutes, when Reena seemed to have relaxed a bit, Cathy started slowly
working the vibrator in and out of her. Reena's movements took on a
different quality. Her hips moved now as if she were fucking back at a
cock and her resumed oral attention to Cathy's minuscule cunny soon
convinced the tiny Chinese girl that Reena's pain had been brief and
transient.
Cathy's pleasure grew almost in pace with the pussy pounding she
was giving Reena with the vibrator. In minutes, both girls were groaning
and cumming, over and over again, their preteen hips spasming with
pleasure.
Reena bucked harder and more urgently, then rolled over, putting
Cathy beneath her. The vibrator virtually squirted out of her tight
young cunt as she rolled. Her fingers quickly found it and brought it up
between Cathy's legs.
As soon as Cathy felt the tip humming against her little quim, her
spasms redoubled. Holding fast to Reena's round, strong young ass
cheeks, she pulled her mouth as hard as she could against the sloppy wet
folds of Reena's drooling twat and screamed into her friend's pussy,
cumming like she'd never cum before. Her hips ratcheted so rapidly that
the vibrator slipped away from her pussy and nestled in the tiny,
puckered opening of her little anus.
The vibrations there triggered something new and different inside
the diminutive Asian. Her ass clenched so hard around the vibrator that
if it and her cheeks hadn't been so slippery with her overflowing cunt
juices, it would have been held immobile. She felt her sphincter pulsing
in time with the contractions inside her little twat and the buzzing
spread through her like a ripple of warmth. Even her nipples seemed to
be cumming!
Suddenly, all the strength poured out of Cathy. Her thighs fell
away from Reena's ears and her arms fell away from her friend's hips.
She lay spread-eagled, barely moving except for the rippling of her taut
abdomen and the constant clenching of her inner muscles as she came and
came. Reena showed no mercy. She continued lavishing pleasures on the
already overloaded nerves of Cathy's young sensory system until the
lovely little gymnast finally felt herself floating away in a haze of
pleasure...
* * *
"Told you I could make you cum that much!" Reena breathed into her
little ear.
Cathy groaned in surrender as consciousness returned -- and with
it, the sensation of Reena's warmth breath and moist tongue in her ear,
the feel of Reena's fingers lightly brushing her still-turgid nipples,
the warm weight of Reena's firm young breast pressing into her arm.
"Just seeing you cum like that made me cum, too!" Reena whispered,
astonished. Her fingers slipped down over Cathy's belly to her pubis.
She cupped Cathy's small cunt in her hand. "You're still so wet!" She
moved her hand and Cathy moaned again.
Cathy felt the heat building again in her belly and cunt. "I feel
like something's wrong with me," she said quietly. "I just feel like I
can't get enough of this!"
"Mmmmmm..." Reena dipped one finger into Cathy's tiny twat. "Wow --
I can feel you sort of nipping at my finger and like pulling it into you
farther!"
"Yeah, farther," Cathy pleaded, humping her narrow hips up at her
friend's hand. She growled in pleasure as Reena slowly worked her finger
all the way into her constricted little cunt. "C'mon -- deeper!"
"It's as deep as I can reach," Reena answered, wriggling her finger
as much as she could. Her gaze moved from the small Asian's lust-
contorted body and settled on the vibrator.
Cathy sighed in frustration when the finger came out of her cunt --
and then felt the tip of the plastic vibrator moving into her cunt.
"Yeaaaah -- yeah!" she grunted, rotating her trim hips and trying
to push her pussy onto the slick, smooth plastic.
"You're too tight!" Reena protested, fingers slipping from their
grip on the shaft.
"Puuuush..." Cathy demanded. "Push hard!"
Reena put the heel of her hand on the base of the vibrator and
grunted.
Cathy began panting as she felt the unyielding device begin
burrowing into her, slowly stretching the grudging walls of her
minuscule channel. It felt like a log was sliding into her, but she
didn't care -- something inside demanded this!
"Muh -- muh -- muh -- " Cathy panted, unable to pronounce her
demand for "More!" Reena seemed to know what she wanted, though, and
pushed more and more of the vibrator into Cathy. The tiny Asian had her
legs splayed as wide as only a gymnast could open them. Her feet were
flat on the bed, her knees bent, and she was hunching her cunt up at the
plastic dildo. Her thighs were taut and her tiny buttocks clenched hard
as rocks. Every muscle on her abdomen was rigid and her nipples were
swollen bigger than ever. She arched up off the bed, eyes tightly closed
and lips pulled back from her perfect teeth as she strained to get more
inside her.
When five full inches were locked inside her tight sheath, Reena
gripped the only part of the vibrator still protruding from the tiny,
hairless cunt and twisted it.
The vibrator hummed to life, deep inside Cathy's quivering cunny.
Her eyes popped wide open and bulging. Her mouth formed a luscious
little oval. Reena quickly scurried to her side. Cathy felt her lovely
lover's tongue descend to trace feather strokes back and forth across
her immensely swollen clitoris. Deep within her pussy, the convulsive
contractions began.
"Huh -- huh -- huh -- huh -- " She made the sound with each
desperately sucked breath. She felt Reena reaching beneath her tension
arched little ass, felt Reena's fingers tracing the juice-slicked crease
of her tightly clench butt, felt the single, slippery fingertip find her
puckered little anus, felt it prodding its way inside...
Cathy made an animal noise, emitting a sound between a soft howl
and loud growl. Her cunt rippled, pushing the invader slowly out. Reena
drove it back in. Her cunt pushed it out. Reena pushed it in -- then
gripped it by the base and began fucking her small friend's little
pussy.
The sex-crazed little Chinese girl arched higher and high, her back
bowing until only her head, shoulders and heels were touching the bed.
Reena barely kept her mouth on the small pubis. Her finger was so
tightly grasped in that pinpoint anus that she couldn't have withdrawn
it if she'd wanted to.
Cathy's body began to ripple, from head to toe, up and down, faster
and faster. Reena lost her oral and digital grip and could only kneel on
the bed, watching her friend go through an orgasm clearly so powerful
that Reena started cumming herself, just from the inspiration.
When Cathy finally fell back to the bed, limp and unconscious, her
tiny cunt slowly and completely expelled the still-humming vibrator.
Reena grabbed it and stuffed it into her own small pussy. She thought of
Cathy's juices still on it and imagined that it was somehow Cathy
fucking her hot young pussy. She rolled Cathy into her arms and,
vibrator still humming its happy song inside her 18-year-old cunt,
pulled the covers over both of them and rushed toward morning and ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cathy woke slowly, grudgingly. It seemed only a moment since she'd
passed out and she felt completely unrested. But the memories of her
orgasms, of the delightful things she and Reena had done with and to
each other, were as vivid as the fresh pressure of Reena's tits against
her slim back.
She disentangled herself reluctantly from Reena's slumbering
embrace. Cathy rolled carefully to the side of the narrow bed and stood.
Her joints ached as if she'd spent the night doing floor routines. She
glanced at the clock: 8:14.
Cathy caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on Reena's closet
door. She half-expected to see a scarlet "L" -- for "lesbian" -- on her
forehead. Instead, she saw the same thing she saw every day: a tiny
Asian girl who looked about even younger than her twelve years. The only
interruptions in the line of her profile were her protruding nipples --
with the minuscule mounds of all-but-invisible flesh beneath them -- and
the mound of her pubis.
At least I have a cute butt and good legs, she told herself. She
grabbed her sweatshirt from the floor and pulled it on. It reached to
her knees. Cathy silently opened the door of Reena's room, slipped into
the hallway and headed for the bathroom. She was just toweling the water
from her face when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs from the
first floor.
She held her breath, not knowing why she wanted to conceal her
presence. The footsteps passed the bathroom door. She heard the quiet
knocking down the hall, then: "Julie? Hey, Julie, you okay?"
Silence.
Three more knocks, still soft. "Hey, Julie, it's Hank. Answer me,
baby -- are you alright in there?"
Silence.
"I tried to call but you didn't answer your phone." More knocking.
"I'm coming in, baby..."
Cathy heard the door knob turn and peeked into the hallway just in
time to see Hank enter Julie's bedroom. On impulse, she scurried to
Reena's room and slipped inside. She put her ear to the wall adjoining
Julie's room.
"Holy shit," Hank was saying. "After all that last night, you were
fucking yourself? Wow. Hey, baby, wake up a little and I'll give you
some of the real deal."
"Hunnnnn...snark."
Julie still sounded drunk to Cathy's ears. Then she heard a
rustling and glanced at the bed. Reena was awake and staring at her in
puzzlement. Cathy beckoned her over, her gaze caressing the taut, sleek
curves of the big-titted 18-year-old.
"Hank's here," she whispered into Reena's ear. "Guess he was hoping
to get a morning quicky."
Reena grinned.
"But Julie's still passed out."
"Come on, baby, look what Hank's got for you, all hard and -- "
"Snark."
"Shit."
Both girls heard the zipper being closed.
"Oh, well. Maybe another time. At least I can tuck you in, you
little fox."
"Snark."
Reena bent to Cathy's ear. "Hide in the closet."
Cathy frowned a question.
"I'm going to have him, right here and right now."
Cathy's eyes widened. She nodded and hurried to the closet as Reena
pulled on a bathrobe and loosely knotted the sash so that most of her
charms were on display. Her nipples were stiff and she was flushed.
Cathy left the closet door opened just enough to give her a view of
the room and knelt amid the clutter of Reena's clothes and shoes. She
watched her friend tousle her hair still more and then open the door to
the hallway. She saw Reena take a deep breath and step outside.
"Oh!" Reena gasped. "What are you -- " Cathy heard her giggle.
"Hi, uh, Reena," Hank was saying. "I just, uh..."
"Have a nice night?" Reena asked, teasing in her voice.
"I, uh -- oh, no, I just came by to see how your step-sis was, uh,
doing and I guess she's still sleeping. Shouldn't you, uh, cover up a
little more?"
"Why? I'm just a kid."
"Yeah, well, from here it looks like you're growing up pretty damn
fast...and nice."
"And from here it looks like you're enjoying the view -- aren't
you?"
Hank cleared his throat. "Well, yeah, I mean, uh -- Hey, what're
you doing?"
"Take a good look. Like 'em?"
"Holy shit."
"Let's get out of the hallway."
"What about your friend, whatsername, the Chinese girl...Gizmo?"
"Don't worry. C'mere."
Finally, Reena drew Hank by the hand into the doorway. His cock was
a visible lump in his sweatpants. Reena's robe was completely open.
"Well?" Reena asked. "You see what I've got, so..."
"But you're just a kid -- "
Reena was unfastening the drawstring on the big health-club
instructor's sweatpants. "Not sexy enough for you?" she cooed.
"Holy shit," he breathed. He pushed the bedroom door closed and
brushed the robe off Reena's shoulders. It fell in a soft puddle around
her feet as she pulled his sweatpants to his knees. He was wearing
briefs and his dick was clearly outlined and hard within the white
cotton.
Reena tugged his windbreaker open as his fingers timidly found her
tits. She gasped when he tweaked her nipples and pushed the jacket off
his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, then replaced his hands on her
breasts.
"I want to see it," she said.
"You're so gorgeous," he whispered as he stripped his sweatpants
and briefs off, pausing only to kick off his Nikes.
Reena grabbed his stiff dick, stroking it slowly, as he bent to
lick her right breast and then suck her nipple. His hand squeezed her
left tit cautiously.
"I can't believe you're only 18," he said.
"Pretend I'm not," Reena groaned. "Act like I'm not."
"Damn." He straightened. He was a big man, towering over the naked
preteen. He took her waist in his hands and lifted her till her nipples
were at mouth level. Reena's legs went around his waist and her arms
rested on his shoulder. He began sucking her tits as he stepped toward
the bed, with its tangled covers.
Cathy watched him bend and set Reena on her back on the bed. Reena
groaned happily as he kissed his way down over her smooth belly and
abdomen. He took her tight young ass in his hands and lifted her cunt to
his mouth.
"You're already wet and there's not one fucking hair," he said in
awe. Then he plunged his face into Reena's cunt. Cathy watched her
girlfriend-lover grab her nipples, pinching and pulling them, as her
hips wriggled and she pushed her cunt up to meet Hank's expert tonguing.
Cathy felt her own lusts rising, in sympathy and jealousy.
Reena quickly reached orgasm, shuddering, then fell back on the
bed. Her hips still undulated in passion as Hank knelt between her legs.
His gaze focused on something to the left of the overheated girl. He
reached and raised it.
The vibrator.
"Been practicing, I see," he said, and grinned. "Ready for the real
thing?"
"Fuck me," Reena said softly. "Just fuck me -- now!"
Cathy watched him lower his muscular body over her girlfriend. The
angle hid the insertion of his cock, but she saw Reena stiffen and then
arch up at him as he slid slowly down and into her.
"It's so fucking tight!" Hank groaned.
"So hot, so hard," Reena mumbled. "Fuck me!" She wrapped her legs
around his, locking her ankles over his ass, and started humping up at
him.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby," Hank growled, his hips pumping, his hard
ass clenching and dimpling under Reena's heels as he pounded into her.
In the closet, Cathy bit her lower lip and kneaded her nipples as
she watched her girlfriend's lust-contorted face. She saw Reena's mouth
open in a silent scream and then watched her grimace as her body writhed
in another orgasm.
"Fuck! You're squeezing -- I can't hold -- I'm -- auuuuuuugh!" Hank
moaned and slammed down onto the 18-year-old's rippling body. He
held himself down, plunged all the way into her. Cathy saw his ass
cheeks tighten and his hips press Reena's ass into the bed. She knew he
was cumming in her girlfriend's lovely cunt, filling it with his hot
semen. She thrust a hand under her sweatshirt and jammed a finger into
her own hungry little cunt, wishing it was a cock, any cock...
Reena obviously felt and welcomed his eruption. She'd tightened her
legs around him and was clutching her hips up at him.
Hank hissed and rolled to the side, then onto his back, still
locked inside the young girl and holding her in his arms.
Reena knelt up, her tits barely jiggling despite their size. Her
nipples were stiff little spikes. She ground her cunt down on Hank.
Cathy could see her belly rippling with orgasm as Reena began pumping
her smooth young hips in short, hungry strokes over the manly prick in
her velvety young cunt. He began responding almost immediately, pushing
back at her.
"You're so fucking TIGHT!" Hank muttered. "Shit! I'm cumming
again!"
"Awwwww -- fuck me!" Reena gasped and then collapsed onto him, all
her lithe young curves moving eel-like above him as her tight preteen
pussy milked a second load from his balls.
Hank's big hands slid to her ass. He gripped her hard young cheeks
and pumped her butt over him, then slid one hand farther. Reena suddenly
stiffened and then seemed to go nuts, growling and grinding her hips.
Cathy guessed what he'd done: He'd slipped a finger into Reena's ass,
giving her a double fucking even as his balls unloaded their second load
in her.
Hank finally went limp, his nuts thoroughly drained. Above him,
Reena continued rocking and rolling, her tight cunt only slowly allowing
his prick to soften as she managed to win herself one more orgasm. Hanks
big hand went back to her butt and he weakly caressed her as she floated
down from her first heterosexual orgasms.
In the closet, Cathy choked back a cry of frustration and envy. She
wanted that kind of orgasm!
On the bed, Reena recovered first. She pulled herself off Hank, his
cock slipping out of her cum-soaked cunt, and rolled to the edge of the
bed. She sat up, looking down at him. Her tits still heaved and the
flush was only beginning to fade from her glowing flesh.
"I can't believe I just fucked a kid," Hank muttered. "I can't
believe it."
"You seemed to like it as much as I did," Reena said.
"Damn all, yes!" he said enthusiastically. "You made me so hot I
came twice in a row, bam bam, just like that. I never done that before
in my life!"
"Really?"
"No shit! Guys just don't get off as often as women do!" He
frowned. "Hey, was I the first?"
Reena just smiled.
"When you were cumming, your cunt just, like, sucked my dick.
Damn!"
Reena kept smiling and said, "Listen, that was great fun, but if
Julie wakes up to pee or something and catches you here...well, I *am*
only 18."
His eyes widened. "Shit! You're not gonna tell anyone, are you? I'd
end up with a six-inch-wide asshole if I got busted for this!"
"It'll be our secret." Reena emphasized "our."
He nodded. "Our secret," he repeated.
"And if it stays our secret, who knows when it might happen again
-- if we both want it to."
"Yeah..." Hank sat up, then leaned over and kissed her lightly on
the lips. "How will I know -- "
"I'll tell you when and if, okay?"
He nodded. "Deal." He started pulled his clothes back on, then
paused. "You are the best, hottest girl I've ever made it with."
Reena smiled prettily. "I bet you say that to all the little kids
you fuck," she said sweetly.
Hank's eyes widened and he quickly finished dressing.
"When -- ?"
"I'll tell you. Bye!"
He nodded and hurried quickly and quietly out of the room. As soon
as a car started outside, Reena beckoned Cathy from the closet.
Knees trembling, Cathy swung the door open and stepped into the
bedroom.
"Wow," she said.
Reena turned, still perched on the edge of the bed, and opened her
legs to Cathy's view. Semen was leaking from between the swollen lips of
her freshly fucked little cunt. Slowly, Reena slid her hand down over
her body and between her legs. She slipped one finger inside. Cathy saw
her nipples harden. Reena withdrew the finger, coated with her sauce and
Hank's cum. She raised her hand to her mouth and slowly sucked the
finger clean.
"Tastes good," she said, licking her lips. "Want some?"
Cathy pulled the sweatshirt over head, dropped to her knees between
Reena's legs and began feasting...
CHAPTER NINE
"Hi, Mr. Dunn," Cathy said, shaking the rainwater off her umbrella
as she stood under the little portico.
Reena's father smiled and opened the door for her. "Hi, Cathy. I'm
afraid you just missed Reena. Her Mom took her to Roosevelt Field to do
some shopping."
"Oh." She couldn't hide her disappointment. "I got a new Nintendo
cartridge I wanted to show her. Do you know when she'll be back?"
"Well, it can't be too late," he said, closing the door behind her
and glancing at his watch. "The mall closes in another hour. You're
welcome to wait, if you like."
She brightened. "If you don't mind..."
"No trouble at all. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks!" Cathy shucked her raincoat and hung it in the foyer as
Terry Dunn went back to the living room and his newspaper. A tall, lean
man with salt-and-pepper hair, he had always been friendly to Cathy.
Reena had told Cathy that sometimes her mother got on his case about
nothing at all, and he would just quietly put up with it and try to
reason with her, but when her mother got into one of those moods, "all
that Irish redhead temper comes out." Cathy took her totebag into the
living room, where Terry looked up from his newspaper and smiled again
at her. "Plenty of food and stuff in the refrigerator, so don't be shy
if you're hungry."
"I'm okay, thanks," she said, smiling prettily. "I'm just going to
go down to the rec room and practice some Ninetendo, if that's okay."
"Be my guest." He waved at her and she noticed the glass on the end
table next to his reading chair. It was half-filled with what she knew
was bourbon; Reena had also told her that on Fridays, her Dad sometimes
sat and quietly drank all evening, often falling asleep in the easy
chair. Cathy remembered the gangbang she'd watched Julie in two weeks
before, and how Julie had gotten so drunk. She wondered if that was a
hereditary thing.
As she went down the stairs to the rec room, all of her memories of
that hedonistic Friday night and the next morning flooded back...as if
they were ever far from her fevered young mind. She and Reena had been
virtually unable to keep their hands off each other ever since that
night of lesbian pleasure and the next morning, when Cathy had slurped
and licked Reena's juicy, freshly fucked young cunt clean of all the cum
Hank had deposited there.
She switched on the video monitor and took out her Nintendo
cartridge. The only problem was that seeing Reena get her first hard
cock had made Cathy all the more anxious to get one for herself...and
she was making no progresss at all in attracting a guy she found
attractive. How had Julie ever gotten started, she wondered. Julie
didn't have much in the way of tits, either.
Cathy activated the Nintendo, picked up the control pad and settled
comfortably onto the carpet in front of the television. She was wearing
a year-old warmup sweatsuit that was too small for workouts, but quite
comfortable for hanging out.
She got caught up in the game quickly and didn't realize how much
time had passed until she heard the telephone ring, startling her out of
her concentration. Terry Dunn, still upstairs, answered it on the third
ring and she could hear his quiet voice, but not his words.
The clock on the VCR timer said almost two hours had passed since
her arrival. Cathy stood and stretched, feeling the faded blue cotton of
her sweatpants snugging into her tiny butt.
"Cathy?"
She turned and stared up at the top of the stairs, where Terry Dunn
stood -- and almost for the first time realized what a truly handsome
man he was.
"That was Reena's Mom -- "
She noted that he hadn't called Bridget "my wife."
"-- and they seem to have had a change in plans. They're going to
see the new Kevin Costner movie at the multiplex and probably won't be
back until quite late."
She also noticed how "quite late" had a sour sound to it.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay, Mr. Dunn. I'll catch up with her tomorrow!" She
quickly switched off the television and Nintendo and stowed the
cartridge back in her tote bag. She scurried up the stairs, where a
smiling and slightly swaying Terry Dunn held the door for her. She could
smell the bourbon, now.
"I don't mean to chase you," he said, quickly. "I just figure
you've got better things to do than hang around a big old empty house
with your best friend's old man."
She laughed. "Oh, Mr. Dunn, I spend so much time here that I feel
like this is almost home for me. And you and Mrs. Dunn always make me
feel like part of the family -- "
He muttered something. It almost sounded to Cathy like "more than
she does for me."
"Is everything okay, Mr. Dunn?"
He shook his head as if to clear it and smiled again. "And you're
like one of the family to me, Cathy." He half-chuckled. "It's funny, but
seeing you dressed in that sweatsuit reminds me so much of when Julie
was your age and got into fitness so much. She seemed to live in her
sweatsuit." His face clouded for a moment.
"Mr. Dunn?"
His gaze focused on her again.
"Mr. Dunn, have you had anything to eat tonight?"
He shook his head. "No, no, too much trouble to make dinner for
myself."
"I'll tell you what -- you sit down and I'll make you a sandwich."
"What kind of sandwich?"
"I'll surprise you. Okay?"
He nodded and turned toward the living room. He seemed to have
trouble with his balance. Cathy took his hand and led him to the chair.
A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the side table.
As he settled into the chair, his hand came up to brush her hair.
He caressed the top of her head -- she had two pigtails tonight -- and
smiled weakly at her. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Too much to drink.
Apologize."
"It's okay. I'll make you a sandwich."
Cathy strode into the kitchen and began making a ham-and-cheese
sandwich for her best friend's handsome dad. SHe put some potato chips
on a tray and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale, then brought the tray into
the living room.
He was looking at her oddly. "Just like Julie used to do when we
were home alone and I was drowning my sorrows. Fix me a bite to eat,
keep me company and..." He bit off the rest of it.
And what? Cathy wondered.
She put the tray on the sidetable for him. He looked at the tray,
then at Cathy, standing before him. "Same old thing," he muttered. "Just
like then. Just couldn't keep her happy." He reached for the potato
chips.
"Julie?"
"No, not Julie -- her mother. Just like they say about redheads,
y'know? Julie knew about it, too. Even caught her with one of them here
in the middle of the afternoon." He jammed some chips into his mouth,
began methodically chewing, then swallowed. "My uncle warned me. Told me
never marry a redhead, cause she'll always want more."
"More money?"
"More men. Never gets enough."
"Mrs. Dunn?"
He nodded. "Bridget the sex machine. Always stepping out on me,
always looking for more men, bigger men, men to give her what she wants
all the time."
Cathy unscrewed the cap on the ginger ale and handed it to him. He
took a long pull on the bottle. "Thanks, Jul -- Cathy. Damn, I shouldn't
be telling you this stuff. I'm sorry."
"Have you talked to anyone about it?"
"Tried talking to Bridget, tried to get her to go to counselling
with me, work it out. Wouldn't hear a word of it. And who can I talk to?
The family would laugh and -- "
"You can talk to me. You have to talk to someone."
He took a big bite of the sandwich, chewed it slowly, then washed
it down with more ginger ale. "Good sandwich. Thank you."
She bowed deeply, her best end-of-the-routine bow. "It is my
pleasure."
"Not much of one, I'm sure."
"It must be frustrating for you to have your wife going with other
men and leaving you out in the cold."
He snorted. "Out in the cold...out in the cold when she goes on one
of her binges and doesn't come home to me..." He drank more soda, tilted
the bottle high. Cathy watched his throat work as he swallowed and found
something in it terrible erotic. "And the worst of it is that when she
finally does come back to my bed, I can't keep my hands off her. She's
so sexy!"
Cathy had to agree with that assessment. Bridget Dunn was obviously
the source of the genes that made Reena so voluptuous -- and gave Julie
her red hair and flawless skin. Looking at Bridget Dunn was looking at a
woman in the ripe, full bloom of her womanhood.
"But sometimes -- I don't understand what brings it on -- she just
won't touch me, won't let me near her. She has to have a different man,
not old Terry. Sometimes the only human contact I'd have for days was
when Julie would sit and snuggled up against me on the old couch. She
knew I wouldn't take a drink in her presence, and she'd sit and romp or
snuggle until I was sober enough to climb the stairs with her and tuck
her in." He smiled sadly. "Of course, that was before Julie became such
a redhead with the boys..."
Cathy was shocked. "You know about that?"
"She's careless sometimes. It was last year that I found that tape
she made with two of her friends, but I knew even before that. Tried to
talk to her about it, get her to be careful, but she has something -- "
He clamped his lips tightly for a moment.
Cathy just stood there, looking at him.
Finally: "Cathy you remind me a little too much of Julie when it
happened. I think maybe you'd better leave and let me get back to
getting numb."
But Cathy already sensed what was going on. The bulge growing in
the crotch of his trousers was the clue she'd needed.
"When what happened, Mr. Dunn? When you and Julie started touching
each other?"
All the strength seemed to go out of him, all the resistance. "I
should have seen it coming," he said softly. "She was too old to be
sitting in my lap like that. I knew it and she knew it and neither of us
talked about it. She was almost 18 -- she looked like she was nine or
10, but she was already into puberty -- and she was sitting on my lap,
watching television with me, and she was so soft and sweet and warm and
when she started squirming, I got -- aroused, physically, you know?"
Cathy nodded.
"And she was curious, and squirmed her little butt around some more
until I groaned. She was worried that she hurt me, and instead of making
her get off me, I told her it didn't hurt -- it felt good."
He stared into Cathy's eyes as if looking for forgiveness. "So she
kept squirming and finally she wanted to touch it with her hand, and
then she wanted to take it out and see it." His eyes were very distant,
his voice little more than a whisper. "She seemed so thrilled when she
relieved me with her hand. She just smiled and kept trying to get more
out of me, with her face all lit up like she was just a wee tyke again.
"She was so devoted to me, almost like she wished she could take
her Mommy's place with me and this was another way she could take care
of her Dad. She'd put little Reena to bed and she'd made me dinner and
now she could make me feel good that way, too.
"And instead of dealing with it directly and correctly, I didn't
discourage her. I made her feel good, too, the same way, and before many
nights had passed, we were doing almost everything."
Cathy was mesmerized -- both by what she was hearing and by the
visibly throbbing lump in his pants. Her nipples were already aching and
her little pussy was damp.
"Before many months had passed, we *did* do everything. She was the
one who stopped it, in the end -- not me. But I knew it was best if it
stopped, so I never pursued it or brought it up. Of course, if I try to
get her to change her behavior, she brings it up...and I have no
answer."
"And Reena?"
He shook his head. "No. Reena and I have never had anything like
that between us. Never will. Reena is closer to her mother; Julie always
seemed to be competing with Bridget. Even if Reena wanted it, I'd
refuse. I'd leave before I let it happen with her."
"You've never been able to tell anyone any of this, have you?"
"No," he said. "Not until now. Do you think I could ever be
forgiven for doing that to my little girl?"
"I think so. I'd certainly forgive you."
He sighed and reached his hand out to caress her head again. Cathy
stepped closer and held his hand to her head, then turned to kiss his
palm.
"I'd even be grateful."
He stared at her, her meaning just beginning to register.
"I would be grateful -- now."
She ran her hand up his arm, down over his chest, finally let it
rest of his throbbing cock-bulge.
"Will you make me grateful? Please? Just be sweet with me?"
He groaned deep in his throat as she squeezed his dick.
"How long has it been since you were with a woman?"
"Almost two weeks," he rasped.
She unfastened his belt, opened the waist of his trousers and
unzipped him. He was wearing boxer shorts. She fished his cock out. It
stood, throbbing, out of his trousers. It was almost seven inches long
and nearly as thick as her slim wrist. In her tiny hand, it looked like
it belonged to a centaur. Her fingers barely closed around it. She
wasn't sure she could handle anything that big, but the heat and
moisture in her little vagina, the throbbing in her clitoris, the aching
in her nipples -- all demanded it.
"Please be sweet with me, I want it so much, but be sweet..." She
bent at the waist and kissed his glans. He moaned loudly. She opened her
mouth and began running her tongue over the swollen nut of his cock. She
was shocked at the heat and softness of it. Her hand clutched the base
of his cock. She could feel his pulse in it.
Cathy opened her mouth to its widest and barely managed to stuff
his big prick-head inside. She tried to suck him as she'd seen Julie
suck Mike's big wang, but couldn't get much more than the glans into her
tiny mouth.
From Terry Dunn's moans and movements, though, she knew she was
giving him pleasure. His hand brushed the side of her face and then slid
down to the zipper on the front of her sweatshirt. He pulled it down,
then reached inside to find and rub her nipple. Cathy moaned and the
vibrations set him to moaning in harmony.
"I can't hold back," he warned.
Cathy thrilled to the thought of what he was saying: She was going
to make him cum in her mouth. She tightened her lips and her grip and
sucked and stroked urgently.
"Oh," he said quietly, a small sound -- and then he erupted in her
mouth. Cathy swallowed desperately, her eyes watering, and sucked and
stroked all the harder. A moment later, his prick again pulsed in her
mouth and another geyser shot into her mouth and throat -- and then
another and another.
She couldn't swallow fast enough. Her lips opened and thick ropes
of his semen spilled out and slid down on his shaft, lubricating it for
more stroking. The very thought of getting her first load of sperm in
her mouth nearly set off an orgasm for her.
She continued sucking and pumping as his spurts slowed and finally
stopped. Cathy licked his cock and her hand, removing all she could of
his cum. She used her fingers to scrape it off her chin and into her
mouth.
When she looked up at his face, he was staring slack-jawed at her.
"I can't tell you how good that felt, girl."
She smiled and began peeling off her sweatsuit. "You could show
me," she said, as her soaked panties came into view. "I'd be very, very
grateful." She smiled as she saw his cock, which had flagged to half-
mast, begin stiffening again.
"You want me to -- ?"
"I want to do everything," she said, pulling down her panties and
revealing her swollen, wet little pussy. "Everything."
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, Mr. Dunn..." she gasped, as he stretched out on the living
room floor between her legs and cupped her tiny butt in both hands.
"I think you can call me 'Terry,'" he said and began licking at her
tiny, dripping slit.
As soon as his tongue touched her, Cathy knew she'd found an expert
in pussy-eating. His tongue brushed lightly over her labia, then swerved
left and right, thrilling the crease of her thighs, then barely touched
her clitoris.
That first touch was enough. She arched, her fingers wrapped in her
best friend's father's hair. She jammed his mouth of her little cunt and
hissed with pleasure as she came. She felt his tongue burrow into the
tight opening of her cunt and tried to grasp it and hold it insdie her
and came again.
He squeezed her hard ass cheeks in his two hands and began tongue-
fucking her -- and then just as suddenly resumed the light flicking
across her clitoris. Cathy let loose a shriek of pleasure and came again
and again.
Finally, she dragged his face from between her thighs. "Do it all
to me!"
"Are you sure? It'll hurt -- "
She smiled and said: "I lost it the first time I did a full split.
Just be gentle with me, be sweet."
He crawled up over her and Cathy, with the amazing limberness of
her youth and gymnastics, bent her knees and folded her legs beneath
her, her thighs opened impossibly wide. She reached down and grabbed his
resurrected prick, guiding it.
"Rub it on yourself a little," he whispered. "Make me slippery."
She slowly worked his fat glans up and down in the split of her
slit, gasping each time it touched her swollen clitoris. She began
trying to force herself onto it.
"Please," she breathed. "Please put it in me..." She wedged the
knob into the crevice of her small, engorged labia. "Please?"
As wet as she was, as eager as she was, as supple as she was, as
open as she was -- and as hard as he was -- gaining admission into the
tiny 18-year-old's constricted cunt was still a task. His cock pushed
forward, then bent -- and slipped off the mark. Cathy and Terry groaned
and she lined him up for another try -- with the same result. The tiny
girl was rolling her hips in arousal and frustration. Her nipples were
immensely swollen and aching, and her petite pussy was drooling
copiously.
With a little growl, Cathy's best friend's father knelt on the
carpet between her legs. He pulled her toward him and put her ankles
around his waist. Cathy caught on fast. She clutched his wiry, mature
body with her calves. He bent and took his cock in hand. His other hand
slid beneath her ass, cupping the pert morsel of her butt and lifting
it. Gripping his hard prick tightly, he jammed it against her glistening
little pussy and simultaneously pulled her up at him. Cathy pulled
herself up, as well.
"Oh!" she gasped, feeling his stiff, hot knob burrow into her
minuscule cunt. Then: "Oooooohh..." as she felt her pussy being
stretched. He drove his prick another inch into her and then put his
hands to either side of her head and slowly lowered himself atop her.
Cathy tossed her head slowly from side to side as she felt every
wrinkle and nub in her tight vagina being reamed and straightened by the
older man's rigid prick. More and more slid into her, stretched her
labia till they felt ready to burst, dragging against the underside of
he clitty and sending shock waves of pleassure through her taut young
body. She felt as if a huge, hot, throbbing pipe was invading her body,
as if an endless length of velvet clad ball-bat was being thrust into
her cunt.
She grunted as he bottomed out inside her, then moaned as he began
withdrawing. She put her hand down to her cunt and her fingers explored
the juncture. She could feel how much her pussy lips were stretched and
she let her fingers touch his great, fleshy staff as it pulled back from
her twat. She moaned at the shocking emptiness as he withdrew till only
the tip was still in her hungry pussy.
He pushed into her again, a little faster but still carefully.
Cathy moaned louder at the pleasure of having the sudden emptiness
filled again. She was amazed when he bottomed out -- and an inch or so
of his hard prick was unsheathed!
"There's more!" she gasped.
"You have to get used to it," he managed to mutter. "You're
unbelievably tight!"
"More-more-more-more-more-more--" she grunted, panted, her hips
again humping at him. She moved her fingers to her clitoris and began to
buck wildly as orgasm began racking her tiny frame. She tightened her
legs around him and her pussy went crazy, paroxysms of clenching milking
at his cock.
Above her, he groaned and let himself down above her till he was
holding his weight off her with his elbows on either side of her
flushed, lust-contorted little face. Cathy began a soft shrieking of
pleasure and brought her arms up to grab his shoulders from beneath. She
hokked her arms about his strong shoulders and using her arms and legs,
ground herself fiercely against him.
He began pumping her faster and harder. Cathy's quiet screams a
became a ululating groan of ecstacy and abandon. She felt his manly dick
going deeper and deeper, seemingly probing up into her rippling belly.
Finally, she emitted a sweet little howl of joy when she felt the wiry
hair at the base of his cock again her cunt -- and then his pubic bone
was pressed against hers.
He was completely inside her!
"So sweeeet," he moaned.
Cathy felt his cock swell and pulse within her -- and then she bit
down hard on his arm as she felt him stretch a little deeper into her
and begin pumping his hot cum into her small pussy. He was cumming
inside her -- and she was cumming with him! Her pleasure increased still
more at the heat and force of his load, her pussy clamping down on him
and gripping his stiff cock. Her cunt was milking him and sucking him,
drawing more and still more of the same cum that had fathered her best
friend. The thought of the sheer nastiness of what she was doing --
fucking Reena's Dad after fucking Reena, herself -- sent her into still
more convulsive ecstacy.
Cathy hugged herself onto Terry and his dick still more hungrily,
until she finally felt his spasms slow. His cock began to dwindle inside
her. Despite her training in gymnastics, the orgasmic straining of her
tiny body had drained her strength. With legs and arms trembling, and
tiny aftershock orgasms still roiling through her, Cathy finally
released her hold on him -- except for her cunt.
Her little pussy still clenched his limp dick, reluctant to release
it. With a groan of surrender, Terry wrapped her tiny frame in his arms
and rolled onto his back, with her still holding his cock inside her
pretty litle pussy.
Cathy let her head rest on his strong, lightly haired chest.
Exhausted, satisfied, limp, she sprawled dreamily and savored the feel
of his big hands lightly caressing her tiny body. She felt safe, happy
and finally fucked as she drowsed.
It was the sound of a door opening that woke her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"So, now you're taking over for me, eh?"
Julie's quiet voice was a shock to both of them. Cathy tensed,
causing her cunt to tighten around the limp dick of her best friend's
father. Terry groaned and gripped Cathy's waist, trying to pull her off
him.
"No, no, no, don't stop because of me," Julie said. She was wearing
her sweatsuit from the health club. She dropped to her knees and began
running her hands over her father and her younger step-sis's tiny friend.
"You both look so hot like that." She bent and kissed Cathy between her
shoulder blades, letting her tongue trace circles on the little
gymnast's warm flesh. "So hot." Her mouth moved lower, down to the small
of Cathy's back.
"His cock looks so big inside your pretty little pussy," Julie
murmured, her head near the juncture of their thighs.
Cathy felt Terry's moan at the same moment she felt Julie's face
move between her thighs. Almost immediately, she felt his dick begin
swelling in her small cunt again. When it was soft inside her, it was a
presence that warmed and soothed her; now that it was hardening and
lengthening and thickening again, it was dislodging her awareness of
everything else -- except the sudden shock of Julie's tongue on her
stretching labia.
The tongue moved higher, over the little stretch of flesh behind
her twat, and then it was grazing over the taut, clenching hillocks of
her ass. The tongue moved up and down the crease of her spasming ass as
beneath her, Terry's hips began moving and he began working his hard
dick in and out of her small pussy.
Cathy gasped when Julie gripped her ass cheeks and spread them --
and then shuddered with pleasure as she felt the tongue begin moving
around her tiny anal opening. The tip of Julie's tongue pried at the
constricted aperture. Cathy gasped in pleasure as the slick mouth muscle
finally forced its way into her pinpoint rosette and the fat cock in her
cunt began plunging faster and faster back and forth inside her.
Beneath her, Terry was grunting in unrestrained passion as his hand
pulled Cathy's hips up and down above his pistoning prick.
Cathy could feel the pulsing in the ratcheting cock that stretched
her little pussy. She could feel the urgent tension in the hands holding
her hips. She could hear the imminent explosion in his explosions of
pleasure and effort. Her own small body was awash in a sea of sensations
and she moaned constantly at the twin pleasures of the cock in her cunt
and the tongue at her asshole.
And then, without warning, she felt the tongue leave her butt and
the cock being pulled from the fevered grip of her hungry pussy. She
could feel Julie's head against the insides of her thighs. She heard
Terry's moan and felt him lurching beneath her and then she could hear
the distinctive sounds of Julie sucking the hot cum from her father's
cock.
When Terry sagged back to the carpet, panting and limp, Cathy
thought it was over -- but she was wrong. She hissed at the touch of
Julie's puckered lips on her puckered anus -- and then gasped in shock
as she felt Julie trying to force Terry's cum from her mouth and into
Cathy's tiny asshole.
The crinkled little opening resisted, of course, and the slimy goo
instead trickled down the furrow of Cathy's tiny ass and over her cunt
lips -- but the idea of it was so surprising, so nasty, so arousing,
that she began wriggling her minuscule butt in pleasure. Julie began
worming her fingers into the little preteen, one into her tight, well-
slimed cunt and the other into her even tighter and now-slicked asshole.
Cathy groaned amd writhed as the orgasm began and kept right on moaning
when Julie withdrew her fingers and began stripping...
Reena stomped down the dimly lit streets toward the schoolyard
where Cathy's step-brother, Tim, and his friends hung out. The shock and
horror at seeing her father and step-sis with her best friend had turned
to fury. What if her mother had brought her home, instead of dumping her
in a livery cab so she could go meet her friends? Bad enough that their
carelessness had allowed Reena to catch them when she entered through
the back door; if her mother had found this startling incest and
infidelity, the family would have been wrecked!
But now Reena was furious. She felt betrayed by her best friend.
How could Cathy do this? Not just with her -- admittedly handsome --
father, but with her slutty step-sis, too!
Two could play at that game!
The floodlights in the schoolyard were broken, of course. From the
shadowy corner, Reena could hear voices and occasional laughter. And,
now and then, the pffft! of a pulltab being opened. She knew, like
everyone else, what went on in the darkened schoolyard. Tim and his
friends methodically smashed the floodlights when they were repaired,
because they didn't want anyone to be able to see them drinking the Colt
45 malt liquor or smoking joints.
Reena hesitated at the entrance just long enough to open three more
buttons of her demure blouse and tug the bottom out of her skirtwaist.
She strode forward slowly, letting her hips sway with each step. She
knew they heard her approach because the sounds from around the corner,
in the alcove leading to the school's basement steps, stopped.
"Who's that?" called a teenage voice filled with bravado.
"A thirsty girl," Reena said quietly and turned the corner.
Tim and the other boys stared at her in amazement. All four held
cans of malt liquor; one also had a lit cigarette.
She smiled at them. "Aren't you going to offer me a drink?"
"Yeah, Joey, give her something to drink!" This from a squat,
heavyset kid -- Reena thought his name was Billy, but wasn't sure -- who
had arms like a refrigerator mover.
"Wait a second," said Tim, Cathy's step-brother. "We all chipped in
for this Colt," he told Reena. "And there's only a couple left." His head
was cocked to one side, his upper lip curled in a smug sneer.
"I don't have any money with me," Reena said. "Maybe we can work
something out?"
"Yeah," said Billy, "we'll work something out."
"What do you have in mind?" Reena asked.
"Your tits," Tim said slowly. "I want to play with them."
"We all want to play with them," said Billy.
Reena shook her head. "Un-uh."
"No Colt for you," Tim said.
"How about if I suck you off, instead?"
They stared at her, dumbstruck.
"I'll suck every one of you off -- as long as you all keep your
hands behind your backs."
"Shit..." muttered Billy.
"You're putting us on!" Joey exclaimed. He was actually cute, she
thought.
"I'll prove it." She sauntered over to him, unbuttoning her blouse
the rest of the way. It swung open in the sultry breeze, revealing her
precociously filled brassiere. "Give me that jacket and put your hands
behind your back."
He took the school jacket from his shoulder, where it had been
casually draped, and handed it to her. Reena folded it and knelt on it
in front of him as he put his hands behind his back. She unfastened the
buttons of his Levi 501s and fished his stiff, adolescent cock through
the opening of his briefs.
"See?" she said, gripping the shaft. It was a nice dick, maybe six
inches long and hard as a piece of steel. It was already oozing precum.
She licked the glans, which was slightly larger than the shaft. It was
salty. He gasped. The others were silent.
Reena took the hard teenaged cock glans-deep into her mouth and
sucked hard. He was going to cum very quickly, she knew. She bobbed her
head a few times, then released his prick from her lips and looked up at
him. His mouth hung open.
"See? I mean it. Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
"Uh-huh."
"Just to show I mean what I say," she said. "Now I'm going to drink
all of your stuff." She guided his dick back into her mouth, taking
almost half of it this time. She sucked hard and then began lathering
the underside of his shaft with her tongue.
"AUUUGGHH!" he groaned and Reena found her mouth filled with hot
young cum. She swallowed and kept sucking. He kept cumming, with the
virility and velocity that only a teenage boy could provide. There was
something so utterly depraved and decadent about what she was doing that
Reena felt her cunt getting wet from the image -- a lovely strawberry
blonde, nubile and curved despite her prepubescence, surrounded by four
healthy young Chinese teenagers and sucking one of them to what was
probably his first ejaculation with a real girl.
She sucked and swallowed until his spurts stopped and then licked
his dick clean. She replaced it in his 501s and then smiled up at the
slack-jawed youngster.
"See? I'm good for my word."
A can of Colt 45 was thrust in front of her face. She looked up to
find Tim staring down at her. She took a big slug of the brew and
swallowed noisily. "Are you next?"
He nodded and said, "Where'd you learn to do this?"
"Later," she said, putting the can on the macadam of the schoolyard
and reaching up to unfasten his pants. His briefs were wet with precum.
"I'll tell you later." She drew his prick out. Like Joey's, it was hard
and throbbing, but longer and skinnier. Eager to learn the taste of his
cum, Reena plunged his cock into her mouth and started sucking. He
lasted all of a minute before erupting in her mouth, groaning and
pulsing his thick juice into her face.
Billy was next. His dick was shorter than Joey's and skinnier than
Tim's and he didn't last as long as either. Reena barely touched his
prick before he was shooting onto her face. She almost couldn't pull it
into her mouth, so violently was his erection jerking. His cum was
thick, though, just like Tim's.
"My knees are getting sore," Reena said, climbing to her feet with
the jacket in one hand and the can of Colt in the other. She walked to
the steps that led down to the school's basement entrance. Laying the
jacket carefully on the concrete, she sat and motioned to the fourth
boy, a bookish little fellow with glasses. "What's your name?"
"Arthur."
"Would you like me to suck you off, too, Arthur?"
"Well....okay."
"You don't sound too sure."
"I feel funny about it, y'know, in front of the guys and all..."
"Come here, Arthur -- you have nothing to be ashamed of." She
pulled him around to face her on the steps, his feet on either side of
her. Reena unzipped and unsnapped his pants, then palmed the lump of his
cock through his Jockeys.
And gasped.
"Holy shit, Arthur!" she breathed. She pushed his jeans down his
skinny legs, her hand following the shaft of his dick down his thigh.
His cockhead protruded a good three inches below the leg band of his
underwear and was easily as thick as her wrist.
"You got any relatives named Mike?" she whispered, pulling down his
briefs -- that being the only way to free his big dick.
"Uh, my older brother's name is Mike. Why?"
"Never mind." She crammed his fat knob into her mouth and started
sucking as best she could. She had both hands on his shaft, jerking
slowly up and down. He was lasting longer than the others, giving her
time to reach between his legs and heft the weight of his massive balls.
When she did that, his cock twitched threateningly in her mouth. She
couldn't believe the size of his dick or his balls. She imagined the
scene they presented -- a wiry little Chinese kid with a ten-inch cock
stretching her mouth -- and knew there was no way her panties could go
into the laundry; they were too wet. She dropped one hand between her
legs and rubbed her creamy, hairless slit through her wet panties as she
sucked the little teen's big prick.
Suddenly, his dick swelled still more, stretched her jaws till she
felt the joints crack -- and then her mouth was being flooded with his
cum. His semen wasn't as thick as Tim's or Billy's, but there was plenty
of it. He didn't cum in spurts, like the other three; he simply gushed
into her mouth, a single endless spasm of jism. It was like he had begun
pissing cum into her face. Reena gulped and swallowed as well as she
could, but there was simply too much of it. Some of the gooey stuff
squeezed out around her stretched lips and began oozing down her chin.
Arthur's knees buckled and he started to sway as he emptied the
last of his cum into the strawberry blonde's mouth. Reena wrapped her
arm around him to steady him and keep him close as she suckled the dregs
of his eruption.
At last, she released his -- barely -- limpening dick from her
mouth. Her hand was still between her legs, fingers busy, as he
staggered away from her. Reena groaned, deep and long, as she came on
her hand.
Panting, she took the can of malt liquor and raised it to her cum-
slimed lips. She emptied the can into her mouth and climbed unsteadily
to her feet.
"Hey, Tim. You wanted to know where I learned to do this."
He nodded.
"From watching my step-sis -- and yours."
His eyes narrowed.
"Are you kidding?" Billy demanded. "Gizmo sucks cock?"
Tim whirled on him. "Watch it!"
"I did watch it," Reena said, and sauntered toward the schoolyard
exit, her belly filled with teenage cum and malt liquor...and her mind
filled with images of her best friend being fucked by her father while
her step-sis tongued her asshole.
She didn't know what to feel: Anger at her father? Anger at Cathy?
...or jealousy...
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was almost eleven when Cathy got out of the livery service car
and walked carefully to the door to her house. She walked carefully
because she was sore. Her little pussy had been packed nearly to
bursting by Terry Dunn's adult prick and for all she'd enjoyed it, now
she ached.
Carefully also because most of her other muscles were tired from
the repeated clenchings and spasms of her nearly constant orgasms. She
still couldn't quite believe how hard she'd cum when she'd lain atop
Julie, their tongues lapping at each other's clitoris, while Terry
plunged his big dick impossibly deep into her cunt. It'd felt like his
cock was going into her stomach.
She let herself into the house. Her grandmother was fast asleep, of
course, and her mother and father were out at some benevolent
association meeting. Was her step-brother home? She doubted it; the house
was too quiet. Just as well, she thought. She wanted nothing more than a
long, hot soak and a good night's sleep.
A half-hour later, skin tingling from the nearly scalding bath,
feeling cleansed inside and out and exhausted, Cathy crawled into bed
and was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
It seemed only seconds later when she was waking, restless and
still sleepy. Her eyes opened, and she was staring at her step-brother,
leaning against the closed door of her room, his arms folded. He was
watching her.
"Tim! What are -- "
"Shut up."
His tone silenced her as much as his words.
"Reena came by the schoolyard last night. She sucked off Billy,
Joe, Arthur and me."
Cathy was still blinking sleep out of her eyes.
"She said she learned how to do it by watching her step-sis and mine.
Is that true?"
Cathy immediately knew that Reena had seen her the night before --
with Reena's step-sis and father. "It's none of your business," she said
softly.
"Of course it is!" he snarled quietly. "I won't have my baby step-sis
going around -- "
"Why not?" she snapped at him.
"Because you're my step-sis -- "
"Reena is someone's sis, too."
"That's different! She's more mature and -- "
Cathy was shaking her head. "That's not what you mean. You mean
she's got big tits."
"Well..."
"So if I had big tits, it wouldn't bother you if I sucked cock? If
Reena was your step-sis, you wouldn't mind if she sucked cock?"
He smirked. "If Reena was my step-sis, I'd want her to do it -- with
me."
"So you don't care if it's your step-sis as long as she has big
tits."
His face reddened. He'd talked himself into a corner, and he knew
it.
"It wasn't Reena's boobs that got you off last night," Cathy said
earnestly, angrily. She began unbuttoning her pajama top. "It was her
mouth. She's got a good mouth, doesn't she?" She sat up all the way,
pulling the pajama top off, revealing the tiny lumps of her breasts and
the swollen nozzles of her pert nipples.
"What are -- what do -- what -- ?"
"I know she's got a good mouth. When we licked each other, I
thought her tongue was going to make me catch fire." She unsnapped the
waist of the pajama bottoms and thrust her hand inside, down over her
pussy. She felt the moisture starting as she slipped her finger into her
tiny cunt and let the ball of her thumb brush her clitoris. "She really
liked licking me, too, and she said I tasted wonderful." Cathy withdrew
the hand from her pajama bottoms slowly, watching her step-brother's gaze
follow it. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked it. "And I do.
Want to try some?"
His confusion immobilized him. His mouth opened and closed without
words issuing. Cathy skinned the pajama bottoms off and lay back, naked
and spread before her step-brother.
"Come over here and lick me, big step-brother, and then I'll suck you
off -- and then you can tell me who's got a better mouth."
She could see the lump in his jeans.
"Come on, Tim. I'm not some make-believe bimbo in a magazine, and
I'm a lot better than your fist." She began playing with her nipple with
one hand; the other hand was back between her legs.
He took a step forward haltingly, as if he were a marionette whose
strings were manipulated by a careless puppeteer.
"Come on, Tim. Do a good job and maybe you and me and Reena can get
together. Come on."
The bed creaked as her step-brother crawled between her legs, his
breath hot on her thighs. "What -- how do I -- ?'
"First," she sighed, "just kiss it..."
Her step-brother had been slow on technique, but got high marks for
tenderness. He'd finally confessed he'd been afraid of hurting her;
because she was so tiny and hairless, he'd treated her as if she were
fragile. It had been exactly the kind of tonguing she'd needed. Her hot,
sucking mouth had been exactly what he'd needed -- three times. Only the
last time had he lasted more than two minutes.
Taking a deep breath, she dialed Reena's number.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"You come over and talk to me or I go over there and talk to
everyone."
She heard Reena mulling that one.
"Reena, we've been bestest friends since fourth grade. Please -- we
need to talk and -- and -- I miss you."
Reena sighed. "I -- I kinda miss you, too. Uh, who's there?"
"Just me and my step-brother. Mom and Dad and Grandma are out in Great
Neck looking at some more property."
"Your step-brother's there? Did he, uh -- "
"He told me. That's how I knew we had to talk."
"Oh."
"He won't bother us. He's asleep. I sucked him off three times in
the last half hour."
"Three times?!!??"
"He doesn't last very long, but he sure gets it up again fast."
"Don't I know."
They both hesitated -- and then began giggling.
"Hurry over," Cathy said.
"On my way -- pal."
"They look so cute," Cathy's mother whispered to her father as the
quartet posed. Cathy and Arthur, Reena and Jimmy Devlin. Jimmy was a
scrawny, red-headed kid with the worst acne anyone could ever remember
seeing and a reputation for being a world-class nerd. He was also
frighteningly intelligent and good very high grade. He was tops in the
graduating class. He studied hard. That was how he'd learned to be the
best pussy-licker Reena, Cathy or Julie had ever encountered.
"They do make a pair of handsome couples," Cathy's father whispered
back, snapping the picture. The prom was to start in twenty minutes and all
four were dressed to the nines. Jimmy and Arthur wore rented tuxedos.
Reena was dressed in a black strapless gown that
emphasized her abundant young curves and radiant skin without making her
seem flashy or trashy. Cathy wore a deep purple cheong son. The high
slit emphasized the length and shapeliness of her legs and the fabric
clung to her lean, blossoming curves without showing any skin. She wore
her hair down and pulled over her shoulder and had applied just a touch
of makeup to emphasize her fine cheekbones. She looked like a miniature
grownup woman or a porcelain doll.
"Don't they look nice, Grandmother?" Cathy's mother asked in
Taiwanese.
Her grandmother grunted. While Cathy's mother and father were
delighted at the carefully proper and constant relationship with Arthur
Chung, who came from a good family, her grandmother had been oddly and
mysteriously brusque on the subject. Cathy's parents finally decided
that the old lady -- who wouldn't explain her coldness to the
relationship -- had simply decided that Cathy was too young to be doing
anything like "dating." They'd been dubious themselves, at first, but
finally decided that it was okay. After all, Cathy was so small and slow
in her pubescence that there couldn't possibly be anything untoward at
work. And since taking up with Arthur on their "study dates," her grades
had improved greatly.
The four kids smiled and posed and preened for the camera and
finally prepared to leave.
"From the prom, you're going straight to Reena's house, right?"
"Yes, mother."
"And her parents will be there?"
"Yes, mother. You can call them. And I'll stay over with Reena
tonight and be back tomorrow at noon."
"And Arthur's step-brother and Reena's step-sis will pick you up at
the school and drive you to her house?"
"Yes, mother."
"We'll be chaperoned every minute," Reena chirped.
"Alright then. You kids have a wonderful time." She kissed each of
the youngsters on the cheek.
"Have a wonderful time," her father said. "I know I can depend on
you to act properly," he added in Taiwanese. Cathy and Arthur nodded.
Waving, the quartet went out to the car where Mike and Julie
waited.
"Hi, chaperones!" Reena called. Mike and Julie collapsed in
laughter.
"My mother was very reassured knowing your mom and dad would be
home all night to keep an eye on us wild kids," Cathy said as she
climbed into the backseat with Reena. "You look so sexy!" she breathed
to her best friend and lover. Reena was already trilling her fingernails
over Cathy's exposed thigh.
"My mother was greatly reassured knowing that Mike and Arthur would
be there to keep something else on her. Or in her," Julie said,
smirking.
"Is she really going to try to get both Chung wangs in her at
once?" Cathy asked.
"She hasn't stopped talking about it all day," Julie answered as
they all buckled into their seat and Mike shifted into DRIVE. "And if
she does it, I'm going to try."
Mike's eyebrows went up. "I don't know..."
"This, I've got to see," Jimmy said.
"Forget it," Reena said. "Your tongue better be well-rested,
because we're going to give it -- "
"And other naughty bits," Jimmy said.
" -- yes, other naughty bits, too -- a good workout tonight."
"Hey, put some Bon Jovi on the CD," Julie said.
"Oh, no..." Mike and Arthur Chung groaned in unison.
"It's so cute, the way they go through the motions of courtship and
dating," Cathy's mother said. "I just have to wonder, though. They're
nice kids -- Arthur and Jimmy -- but so..."
"Dull?" her father asked.
"Yes. They're bright, polite, well-educated. I can't imagine what
Reena and Cathy see in them. Especially Arthur."
"Me neither," her father replied and they went into the living
room, to read the papers and watch the news.
In the kitchen, Grandmother slammed pots and utensils about. It had
been a long time, but her memory was clear. Yes, she could understand
what Cathy saw in Arthur -- if he was as well-hung as his grandfather
had been.
The car containing the sextet paused at the stoplight on Northern
Boulevard. The people waiting for the Q-31 bus could hear the CD
playing. What they didn't understand was the giggling and laughter that
followed the refrain:
"Everybody have fun tonight!
"Everybody wang chung tonight!"
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