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Chapter 4: Going Deeper

She reached out and ran her hands all over my chest, humming to herself with anticipation. Well more of a soft moaning than a hum, but it started off as a hum. Then she kissed my chest, my stomach, my shoulders, my neck—everywhere she could reach without dragging me to the floor. She even gave my skin a few flickers with the ends of her hair here and there, but her slippery wet lips and fingertips felt even better on my bare skin. I was tingling after a few minutes. Finally her mouth and hands returned to her key interest: my cock, the spur of all her deeper lusts.

She went down on me once again, and this time I let her finish. Her mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. I felt like I was swallowed up in pleasure, flowing and swirling all around me, dragging me toward an explosive climax.

Within minutes I was squirting my thick hot load all over her face, painting her up like a dirty little slut (as she’d called herself). She felt it coming and yanked herself off the end of my cock, jerking me to a desperate finish with a rapid stroking of her hand. My cum spurted out in great thick streams, almost seeming to hang in the air for a moment on the way to her face. Then it hit her and she began waving her head back and forth, catching it all over her cheeks, nose, mouth and chin. We both hollered together, me first, and then her. I heard our voices echo all the way down the hall. It’s a good thing we were alone in the house.

“Ah, yeah! Ah, yes! Shoot it all over me. Come on my face! Oh yeah! Give it to me! Gimmie it all!”

The more she encouraged me, the more I gave her. My orgasm didn't seem to want to end. She took it like a pro, milking it out of me to the very last trickle. She smeared it all over her lips and cheeks, even smacking herself with my cock a few times. Then she sucked it into her hot little mouth once again for a few last blissful tongue strokes. All I could do was babble and groan helplessly, drunk with the gooey ecstasy she'd give me. There was a pause while we caught our breath.

“Cut!” she yelled out, covered in stringy gobs of my creamy white load. We chuckled at that, although my laughter was a lot more dazed than hers.

Charlotte then proceeded to wipe the copious mess from her face with her fingers, and lick them clean one by one while I watched. It took her a couple of minutes, but she managed to get it all.

“Yummy, yummy. Gimmie cummy. Down the hatch and in my tummy.”

“You’re silly.”

She giggled and I was shaken with lust once again.

It was at this point, in the past, whenever I had gotten oral sex from other girls, that I’d begin to feel my respect for them diminish. First of all, few of them even properly finished a blow-job, opting instead to jerk the load out of me with their hand, and make me shoot my stuff into a Kleenex or something. I was always left feeling as though I'd harmed them somehow, by making them put my cock in their mouth at all. As soon as the orgasm would finish, I immediately began wondering why the hell I'd even bothered. Then I would have to listen to the complaints about it, and that would kill it even more.

I didn't feel this way with Charlotte, though. Not at all. Even though she was a lot nastier about it than other gals had been, her attitude more than made up for it. She was confident and deliberate about it, and she obviously enjoyed every aspect of the blow-job. I'd never squirted in a girl’s face like that before though, and I'd never thought a woman could be so gratified by it. It was like she was covered in the very essence of me, and she totally loved it. That made me feel really good inside.

“Are we ready to feed the kitty now?” she asked in a child-like tone that made my cock twitch in front of her. “Kitty's so hungry, she's drooling.”

I simply laid back in a daze. I smiled, and nodded, and patted my lap for her to climb aboard.

Climb aboard she did. She crawled up my body until she was face to face with me, and we kissed for a bit more. I felt her toying with my cock as we did, and soon she was stroking the head of me, up and down her slit, wetting it for penetration.

“Kay. Let’s see if this little monster of yours’ll fit inside me here. It’s gonna be a tight, but I think I can… ooh… there we go.”

She popped it inside her; she was soaking wet, and with just a tiny bit of downward pressure, I burst right in. I felt a sudden hot slippery crushing on the end of my cock. Wow, it was nice. Then her sweet little pink kitty was slowly swallowing me, inch by inch. She had a bit of trouble with it, but she managed. She kept saying ‘ooh…’ and ‘wow…’ over and over as she let every little inch of me slowly conquer her. She was shaking a bit too, and that made it even hotter. She kissed me, panting hard, and her lower lip was trembling. But she actually seemed to enjoy the stretch. She wriggled and wiggled, gathering more and more of me into her slippery tightness. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were half-shut in the delirious sensual revelry of the moment.

Meanwhile my cock was being squeezed into what felt like some sort of wet, slippery vise. Luckily she was soaked with her teenage arousal or she never would have gotten even the head of it in. But the head got in, and a good length of the shaft, after several slow sexy bobs of her pelvis up and down on me. She gathered me up inside her like that until I hit bottom. Then she tried to force it in even more, struggling to wrap herself around me all the way down to the base of my shaft, but she was just too small. I could feel her muscles squeezing and relaxing, as though trying to gather me up inside her on their own, without assistance from her pelvic motion.

“Guess... that's... as deep as... it gets,” she said, shaking and panting with excitement. Her thighs were trembling against my hips as she carefully squirmed around on me, moving her grip on my cock this way and that, trying desperately to conquer the entire length of it. Her creamy wetness was running down my shaft with each motion she made and my balls were soaked with it.

“How is it?” she asked, as if there were any doubt I was in ecstasy. “You like?” Her hair had spilled down over her shoulders and was tickling my neck. She tossed it back behind her with a jerk of her head, and began slowly grinding down onto me, in delicious little circles.

I just nodded, breathing hard as I stared up into her eyes.

“Ooh, fuck yeah… Damn I love that sexy little burn.”

“Burn?”

“My pussy… you’re so big. It’s stretching me. It burns a bit, but in this gorgeous hot-fucking-cock-inside-me kinda way.”

“You mean it’s hurting you?”

“Yeah. I like it though. I feel like a little girl all over again. Mmm…”

“It feels like fucking a hot wet vacuum cleaner. God, you're a tight one, Char. You better take it slow or I'm not gonna last.”

“Yeah, I know. I get that a lot. Want me to relax a bit?”

“Relax? What do you mean?”

Suddenly the squeezing on my cock relaxed. It felt less like being strangled and more like being firmly sucked by her tiny little pussy. It was no less pleasurable of course. Her steady grinding motions made sure of that.

“I can squeeze it super tight if I want. The harder I squeeze, the harder I come. It's weird, but guys seem to love it. It's not usually so intense with other guys, but you've got one hell of a cock stuffed up in me. I can barely take it.”

“Just do whatever feels good for you. I've never felt a hotter, wetter, tighter fuck in all my life. I'll be fine, no matter what you do.”

She continued her slow and gentle grinding. It felt more like she was milking me than simply pushing it in and out. She would relax herself on the down strokes, and squeeze me tight on the off strokes. Now it really did feel like suction. She really was as tight as a clenched fist too. She had already taken a load out of me, but I still only lasted less than a few minutes. I came with a strangled snarl before she was ready.

“Ah fuck, Char! I’m gonna… Uh!”

“Oh no! Wait! I’m almost-”

But I couldn’t help it. She was just too gorgeously sweet moving all over my cock like that. I let go of my load like a little boy on his very first fuck, only about three or four minutes after we’d begun. She took it graciously of course, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I gripped her hips and rammed myself all the way into the top of her sweet little snatch and she gasped at the force of it. I filled her with a mess of semen and collapsed in a heap on the bed. She leaned down without withdrawing and kissed me on all over my chest.

“Hope that's not all you got, boy…”

“Fuck, no. I'm just getting warmed up.”

Then she pulled off of me. There was a very wet and sloppy sucking sound as my cock yanked out of her messy little hole. We both wrinkled our noses at it, it sounded incredibly sexy, but just a little bit icky at the same time.

“I'm gonna run to the bathroom and clean up a bit, lover boy. Don't pass out on me or anything.”

I lay back on the bed waiting for her. My cock was happy, drunken and tingling with pleasure, drooping a bit, but the moment she walked back in, bare naked and jiggling in every place, his head twitched up again. When she came bouncing back onto my bed, kissing me hard with girlish excitement, that got him even more aroused. She was an awesome kisser. Soon he was standing tall and strong, like a soldier at his master's command.

“Ooh, lookee here,” she said, and dove down on it with some beautifully hot gliding suction, as though rewarding it for staying strong for her. Then she sat up on the bed, turned around, and wiggled her ass at me, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Wanna fuck me from behind, baby? It gets in so much deeper that way.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I jumped up off the bed and kissed her like that, with my cock stroking up across her lower back. She rubbed her ass against me, massaging my shaft with smooth round flesh and soon I was as rigid as rock again. Then she bent over, dropping her hands down to the bed and arching her back deeply, thrusting her beautiful round ass back at me in the most animalistic invitation possible. Take me and fuck me like a bitch in heat, her posture said. And the gentle side-to-side swaying of her backside seemed to agree.

So I did. I guided my cock back inside her, and worked my way in with less effort than the penetration of our first fuck. I found I really could go much deeper this way, and I was actually banging my pubic bone into her jiggling little ass with each forward thrust. She mewled and grunted like a horny little slut, almost angrily, but more enthralled with the mindless momentum of the fuck.

“Uh… fuck… yeah… give it… to me… uh!”

She almost sounded like a cheerleader doing a routine, grunting out dirty little praises to the beat of our sexual music. Her pussy continued to milk me in its special little way, and from this angle I could actually see the mouth of her vagina stretching wide open around my shaft as I pushed it in and out of her. It was so sexy it damn near melted my brain. I was in heaven. I slowed down a bit and just thrust myself into the deepest part of her, locking it in with a tight grip I had on her hips. She wriggled and wiggled again, urging me on, but I just held her there, dominating her, giving her sharp little jabs with it now and then. But then she turned around and dominated me again with perhaps the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life, said in the sexiest tone, by the sexiest girl on the face of the earth.

“Spank me, baby. Smack my pretty little ass. I'm a bad little girl, so dirty and naughty fucking you like this. Spank me, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me your little bitch. Spank my ass. Own me. Make me come.”

I gave her an invigorated slap across the creamy white cheeks of her ass as I thrust in and out of her. Her flesh jiggled provocatively before my eyes. A pink handprint glowed where I had smacked her. She squealed deliriously at this, so I did it again. I’d never spanked a girl before but something about it was incredibly gratifying. It made me feel more powerful. More in control, though I was being dragged once again toward orgasm almost against my will. I smacked her again and she screamed lustfully, bucking her ass backward into my thrusts, and coaxing me on into her delicious little jiggle.

“Oh, god! I'm almost there. Make me come, baby. Oh, make me come!”

I reached around to tap her clit with my fingertips and tweak her nipples with my other hand, and she came with a wild scream that almost rattled the windows in their frames. Her pussy clamped down on me in a fluttering embrace of spasmodic clenching. I pulled back a bit but it seemed to be grabbing at me, and it slid out only a little. The suction was more powerful now and I was worried my cock would be one big hickey when she was done with it. She did not speak any intelligible words. She didn't need to. I knew she was almost dying in the ecstasy of her body-rocking climax.

But I yanked all the way out of her, except for the head, and thrust all the way back in to the bottom again, plowing right through her orgasm with aggressive thrusting, over and over. This made her scream even louder and I rammed her even harder when she did. I gave a few more thrusts like this, and finally I came as well, gushing out a copious amount of hot sticky cum into the hungrily climaxing throat of her womanhood.

She collapsed forward with a groan and dragged me down with her onto the mattress, pulling me by my cock in her fluttering little grip down to repose upon her back. I just lay there inside her, loving the feeling her squirming was giving my cock. She did not speak for a long time. She just lay there catching her breath. Finally she offered a single word of appreciation.

“Motherfucker.”

Her ass shuddered like an aftershock of an earthquake, and I knew she was feeling some intense satisfaction.

“That good, huh?”

“Nah. I just can't feel my body from the waist down. It can't be your beautifully deep-fucking cock or anything.”

“You can't feel your legs?”

“I just feels all gooey and tingly, like I just got out of a hot tub after six hours or something.”

“Can you go again?” I asked, throbbing eagerly inside her.

“You mean you can?”

“Of course! I wouldn't want to not go again. I don't have much cum left, but I got a lot of lust still simmering inside me.”

“You're a real stallion, baby. Most guys are done after one load, and you're ready to go for four.”

“What can I say? I'm inspired.”

“Kitty seems to like you. She doesn't want to let go. She's hanging on real tight.”

There was that same little girl tone that got me going before. My cock throbbed inside her again, and she squeezed me back in response.

“Damn, girl! How in the hell do you squeeze it so tight?”

“I Kegel. All day, every day. It's fun. Keeps me horny as a bitch in heat too.”

“Kegel? What the fuck is that?”

She showed me, squeezing her muscles tightly around my cock in a vise-like grip, and holding me there like that for a good fifteen seconds.

“Ow! That's almost painful.”

“Kegel exercises, dear boy, are what any self-respecting young woman does to keep all her stuff in good shape. I can bust a grape with my pussy, mister.”

“I believe it.”

“It also increases the intensity of my orgasms. The tension and release is way more satisfying for me because I’m in shape down there. Guys can do it too apparently. Daddy recommends it to the male stars that come through the studio. I'm not sure if it makes your orgasms more intense. It's more about dick control, I think. It's what keeps you from blowing off after only three strokes.”

“Like old hair-trigger Charley.”

Charlotte laughed. “Hey! Charley was actually a really good fuck while he lasted. And considering it was his first time too. And considering what I tight little puss I got, it’s a wonder he even lasted that long!”

She squeezed me hard, as though reprimanding me for teasing her buddy.

“So that was a true story? You and Charley in the equipment room?”

“Yeah. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, but it was the most intense experience of my life at the time. Before him, I'd only ever done it with a dildo. I popped my own cherry when I was twelve, a couple months after my first period. Good thing I did too. Otherwise Charley would have had a mess of blood on him to explain to the gym teacher.”

“Wait a minute! You popped your own cherry?”

“Yup. Accidentally.”

“What happened?”

“I was fucking around with one of my mom's vibrating dildos, squatting over it, pretending it was a lover, teasing myself with it, just getting’ it in the opening, trying to make myself come just by doing that. All of the sudden I slipped and fell onto it, if you can believe that. It went all the way in—bang!—in one stroke, ripping right through my cherry. Ouch! It hurt like hell. I still tingle when I think about it. I limped for a whole week, and I was too embarrassed to tell my mom. I was only twelve.”

“Ouch,” I said, wincing at her sympathetically.

“It wasn’t a big dildo or anything, but it felt fuckin’ gigantic suddenly jammed up inside me like that. It took me like half an hour to get it out too. Every little move I made to pull it out burned like hell. It was awful. When I finally did tell mom, she took me to the doctor and got me examined, just telling the lady I fell in gym class or some shit like that. There was no permanent damage, but that’s when I first got the talk about the kegels. When I finally did fuck for real, I was tight as a fist or whatever it was they say about me.”

“You became an over-night legend after that Charley incident. Every guy in the school wanted a piece of you.”

“I know. Ranger High School Guys are so cool. I'd love to fuck every one of them. But I think my reputation’s already bad enough. Half the guys I say no to, I’d love to fuck! But I don’t wanna seem like a total ho, you know? Being a slut is one thing, but at least there’s still some dignity in seeming like you’re a choosy slut. A gal who fucks everyone is just trashy. I wanna do a lot more guys though, than I do, just because I know it would make them feel so much better, about themselves.”

I laid there contemplating the wonder of what she had just said. Behind the over-sexed slut image she presented to the world there seemed to be a genuine love of people - a deep desire to make them happy, in whatever way she could. Perhaps I was reading too much into her statement, but the rest of her personality seemed to match up with this assessment.

She had slept with some pretty nerdy characters here and there, guys other chicks wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. She had slept with this kid named Barney for example, one of the most shunned kids in our school. She had seen him being teased one day in the hallway, and she stood up for him against the bullies who were picking on him. The next thing you know, old Barney shows up at school the next day walking about two feet taller, with nicer clothes, a new hairstyle, and a broad I-fucked-Charlotte-Lawsen-last-night grin that no amount of ridicule could get rid of. He didn't admit to actually fucking her, for whatever reason, but he sure turned around after that. He got in better shape and he even has a girl friend now.

I’d been laying on her back for a few minutes, thinking silently, and she asked me what about.

“I'm just thinking about how amazing you are, actually.”

“Ah, ‘yer just biased. You got nine inches of cock soaking happily in your own cum inside my snug little pussy. You got me shuddering and shaking in my own skin like a little girl on her very first cock. As if you'd have any complaints.”

“I was thinking about what you did for Barney. That was so cool.”

“What story did you hear about that one?”

“There's not really a story about that one. Just that you stuck up for him against those bullies and that you two left school together. What really happened?”

“I just helped him with his confidence a bit, that's all.”

“And how did you do that, pray tell?”

“With my lips, my tongue, and my pussy of course. What’d you expect?”

“So he did fuck you then?”

“Eventually. The first four times it was me doing him. He just laid there in awe. I finally got him to actually work with me.”

“You sure messed him up good. He looked like a million bucks the next day.”

“He needed messing, the poor guy. Somehow I think I saved him from becoming a psycho serial killer or something. You shoulda seen the posters he had in his room, all blood and guts and skulls. I made him promise to take all that morbid shit down and put something nicer up there. Apparently he did. He told me he painted a portrait of me and hung it on the ceiling above his bed. I'm not sure if Jasmine lets him keep it up there now though. I hope he still has it. Anyway, he's doing much better these days.”

“It's a wonder what a good long romp with the most beautiful girl in school will do for you. I bet I'm as messed up tomorrow as he was.”

“I think maybe I might be too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Just fuck me.”

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