("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sated by Realoldbill (address withheld) *** A young stud's busy afternoon at work and play. (mf- teens, youths, 1st, rom) *** "Billy, you pig," Mona said with a smile as she screwed herself still deeper on my upright shaft with my gripping hands squeezing her hard nipples out between my splayed fingers. "Don't just lie there; get to work." "I'm fucked out, baby. Sorry. You're about the twelfth girl to mount my prong, and it's sore and tired. I've done the two hours you asked for." She wriggled in the saddle, getting comfortable with my more or less rigid penis well up inside her and rubbing her folded-in clit as well. The little beauty gritted her teeth, but I really was worn out. "You are one big horse," she said with a grin as she started leaning forward and bouncing. We were in the basement playroom of her big home and toward the last phases of her sweet-16 party. My poor eager cock, with the help of injected drugs of course, Edex I think, had been one of the highlights of her rowdy party. I wondered from time to time what she had done with her parents as the bedrooms filled with humping couples and the booze disappeared. And I had to admit that I enjoyed the first five or six girls I let mount up and get a ride. The ones that posted were a problem but most of them did not last long. My thickness is what gets them I'm sure. But now as things got quite, it was just the two of us, and this was the first time I had ever boned Mona, one of the prime sub-debs in my high school. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth open as she whimpered and gasped. I released her lovely boobs, grasped her trim waist and held her to my belly as I drove every inch I could muster up into her and held it there until it flexed and jumped. She climaxed with a scream and fell down on me, blubbering, mashing her ample jugs and oozing fluids out over my shriveled balls. When she recovered and rolled off, I found my clothes, thanked her for inviting me and accepted the fifty she had promised for entertainment. In the passenger seat of my car, sound asleep, was Mona's little sister whose name was Ginger and who, despite the fact that she was only thirteen, was some hot babe with long legs and a great ass. Now I have to admit that I like breasts; I'm very fond of them and certainly enjoy squeezing and sucking or nibbling any hooter that at least fills my hand, but in truth, I am an ass man, and little Ginger, even when she wasn't wearing heels, had a great set of firm and shapely buttocks, like a pair of over-inflated soccer balls that she had known how to use for some time, probably since she started to walk. I've really tried this year not to fuck girls under sixteen, but, of course, I have failed numerous times when some horny youngster spread herself for me and begged to be ravaged. I felt my tired cock swelling again although I was sure the drugs had worn off. I had not ejaculated more than twice and my balls were still full. "Oh Billy," Ginger sighed, getting up on her knees and leaning toward me so that her fine round breasts fell right out of scooped-necked, ragged-hemmed, chop-top t-shirt, "I'm dying for it. I watched you with that blonde one, you know, the tall one with the plastic boobs, and I just couldn't believe how big and beautiful your penis is." She licked her lips and blinked her eyes as she arched her back. "It's like a huge piston, isn't it?" Her drooping shirt slipped all the way off one shoulder and down to her elbow. Her nipples were tiny, pink gumdrops. I reached around and grasped her butt with both hand and pulled her to me, capturing her mouth with mine as I wriggled out from under the steering wheel and got down on the floor in front of the passenger seat. I freed her mouth and turned her around so her back was to me and then I yanked down her shorts and tiny panties and got my mouth up between her ass cheeks and my tongue into her immature pussy. I was amazed to feel my over-taxed cock quiver and surge, bending double in my pants, leaking lube. I licked and kissed her buttocks, patted them gently, then smacked them hard and got back into her slit as she wiggled and moaned, urging me on, begging me to take her as she creamed. Ginger squealed when I found her hidden clit and then she shuddered and climaxed, soaking my face as I reached down and unzipped. When I pulled her to me and my rigid cock entered her slippery little cunt and lifted her right off the seat, I knew I had another virgin and slowed down as my hands went up under her loose-fitting shirt and covered her fine little boobs, teasing out her small nipples. Tight and rippling, the best kind. Her hymen stretched. Another irresistible temptation. "Don't hurt me; please, please, don't hurt me," she whimpered as her buttocks moved in concert with my still-eager ram, up and down, up and down, rolling and thrusting, eager for pleasure. It didn't seem to matter how many females or how many ejaculations I had enjoyed, when there was another one to plunder, I erected and then I penetrated and ravaged and usually spurted semen. Ginger squealed and kicked when I split her hymen and then pressed another half-foot or so up into her tight and fluttering pussy and pulled the lever to lower the top of the passenger seat. My huge manhood became wonderfully curved and wrist-thick when I took them from behind and seemed to fit most female bodies perfectly as I mounted, my head right on the car roof, tearing deeper and deeper, ripping her open as her rounded ass jerked from side to side. Once I was all the way in to the balls, I started working on Ginger's nice little tits with my thumbs and fucking her in four-ram groups, holding the fourth one until it flexed, bending forward and bracing my feet on the dashboard. The girl made strange and continuous animal noises, whimpers I guess you'd call them, as I put my body on automatic pilot and just enjoyed the ride, rocking the car from side to side, doing I'm sure a hundred thrusts without pausing. The seats of my car had already had plenty of virgin blood so I certainly didn't worry about what I felt flowing over my churning balls. Her squeals were music to my ears. The sounds of our coupling were now rather squishy but accelerating toward an even nosier climax. I teased out her tits and whispered in her ear, "Are you protected?" She shook her head and gasped out something negative so I shifted my grip to her lean hips, pulled my prick out of her with a sucking plop and flipped her around so her legs were over the seat back and her upside- down head was right where I wanted it. I came in her mouth and throat, just two gobs of my creamy cum with almost no power behind them and then got back under the wheel and told her to get out quickly. Sobbing, she got untangled, whimpered, "Thank you," and left, limping and dripping, my slime running down the inside of her plump thighs, shorts in her hand, her incredible buttocks rolling wonderfully like a pair of big ball bearings. Another cherry popped. I'd paint one onto the dashboard tomorrow where there was a row of bright, red globes. I stuffed her panties into the glove compartment with a few other souvenirs, mostly bras. I drove over to George's house where he had promised me a surprise, something I'd really like. It turned out to be his sister. I didn't even know George had a sister. He wasn't home, but she was, and she was a lean beauty, and I guess George had told her about me. She invited me in, came right into my arms and kissed me good and proper, mouth open and tongue extended. "Being in a girls' school was awful, just awful," she said, stepping back and pulling her sweater over her head. "I haven't had a boy since last summer." Her overstuffed bra landed on the floor, her big jugs thrust out with rosebud tips, and she took my hand and we headed for the basement, shedding clothes along the way. Her big breasts were high and pale and bobbled wonderfully. Five minutes later she was spread out and crying for me to hurry, one foot on the top of the sofa and the other up on my shoulder. I screwed the blunt head of my big cock into her pulsing labia and felt her inner lips begin to suck it in when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "You know, don't you, that I'm only thirteen." "No," I said as I backed off a fraction of an inch and tensed my groin muscles and buttocks, "George didn't tell me that." Damn, I thought, two in a row; so much for good intentions. Then I shoved a half-foot of thick, hard, rigid man-meat into her, and she cried out and arched so only her head and shoulders were still touching the leather. I recoiled and gave her four or five more thrusts until I was in to the hilt, to the tired balls. She was very tight and very active, pulsing and rippling like crazy. It must have taken a good twenty very deep penetrations before we got together and started really smacking our flesh, rutting and grunting, snorting and pawing in concert. She was very good and her legs were soon around my middle and her little clit was being crushed on every single thrust. I don't know how many times she came, but each time she went stiff, absolutely rigid, and I just held it up in her until she relaxed and we got back to full-tilt fucking. "You safe?" I asked somewhere in there as I felt my balls churning and drawing up tightly to my surging cock. She was making a bunch of odd noises I guess you'd call whimpering and her clasping tunnel had liquefied. She shook her head, sobbed, "No, no, no," and I eased it out of her and laid it between her fine, upright boobs, pushed them together and ejaculated all over her chest, face and neck. When I quivered to a halt and backed away, she rolled to the floor and sucked me dry, licked me clean, sucking my testicles gently and then got to her feet. "Be right back," she said with a smile as she trotted away, hands between her legs. I just sat there trying to get my breathing down to normal and feeling my balls still pulsing. I tried to remember the last time I had enjoyed a pair of a thirteen-year old and my memory came up with Susan Bland's lovely twin sisters who jumped on me down at the pool. I could still recall their tiny bikinis. Then Kristy was back and I had no time to think, just fuck. She rode me hard and long, bouncing and grinding with her big jugs in my hands and her knees in my ribs, when she came it was as if she had gone absolutely rigid and she fell on me like a cut-down tree, sobbing with pleasure. I was getting close, so I rolled her over and put it in her mouth just before I ejaculated. She looked up at me big-eyed as she sucked and swallowed. "Having fun?" asked George from the bottom of the steps. "I could use some help, pal," I told him sincerely. I watched as he freed his big prong, stroked it hard and then came to pry his kid sister off of me. While I dressed I admired the way my friend mounted the youngster, almost bending her double and driving nearly straight down into her as her head and shoulders bounced off the floor. I waved and headed home, sated I'm sure is the right word. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 73