The inner lips were stretched open until the flesh was taut.
The little girl could feel her lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of that cock head.
She began to push upward with her hips, feeling an arousal within her that she had not known with any of her other lovers.
He began to push down a little harder.
Marlene responded by pushing up with her own hips. She was used to having cocks slip into her pussy easily and then sloshing around until the guy came.
Even though her pussy was still fully engorged with the blood of her arousal, and her cunt juices were plentiful with slippery lubrication, it was still a tight fit and the man was going to have to exert himself to achieve the complete penetration that they both needed so badly.
The inside of Marlene’s cunt was on fire with lust.
She could tell that she was going to come the second his cock touched the magic spot near the mouth of her womb.
She placed her weight on the small of her back so that her cunt hole would be at the best angle for violation.
She lifted her feet up off the foot of the bed.
She drew back her knees and got herself in a position where she could squeeze at the sides of his slim yet powerful hips with the insides of her thighs.
Then the tip of his cock reached the magic spot.
Marlene let out a loud scream of pleasure and trembled. Her face was once again as red as a beet.
She tossed her head front side to side her long black hair falling in strands across her pretty features.
She blustered her lips to blow a few hairs out of her mouth as she felt the ripping pleasure moving up and down her spine like bolts of sexual lightning.
“Oh God, Bernard, make me… make me COME!” she screamed and the man hammered down with his hips.
He drove the entire length of his prick into her.
She could feel her inner pussy walls being stretched both length-wise and width-wise by that humongous tool of masculinity. She screamed again.
“CO-CO-COMING!” she called out, and she closed her eyes, her lips pulling back very tight over her straight white teeth.
He could feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the base of his cock.
She could feel his glans lodged in her inner belly, touching her in a spot that she didn’t even know could be reached from the outside.
Her orgasm was shorter and sharper than the ones she received through direct clitoral stimulus.
But the best thing about it was that she could tell it would be only the first of many that would follow during the course of the fuck.
Bernard could feel the entire length of his prick being squeezed blissfully by her talented cunt muscles.
Her pussy felt as if it were filled with magic fingers, all put there especially to give him pleasure. Marlene thought that he was going to start his savage fucking motion right away, just like the many jocks she had balled.
The man continued to grind downward with his hips, moving his hips from side to side, their loins pressed firmly together.
He stretched at the walls of her inner pussy in every possible direction with his ever-moving lance.
Then he began to pull out, and he could feel the magic fingers inside her tugging at the withdrawing shaft.
“So tight, so fucking tight,” Bernard said in a strained voice, his throat muscles tensed with his passion.
Marlene pointed her toes at the comers of the living room ceiling, making a vee-shape with her shapely gams.
She placed her arms across the tops of his shoulders and began to lightly stroke at his back.
She used her fingertips at first, and then switched to her long red fingernails, scratching at him.
She could feel his finely toned back muscles rippling and she made sounds like an alley cat in heat.
She sounded like a jungle beast as she drew downward with her own hips until only the head of his cock remained between her inner cunt lips.
Then he plunged down, she thrust up, and their loins slapped together loudly, their pubies intertwining.
The entire length of his prick went into her cunt at once and she could hear herself making a sloppy wet sucking noises, as ten inches of rigid manhood made its way though her tight, soaking wet, yielding poontang flesh.
Marlene’s eyes went wide open, so far that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.
The little girl could tell that he wouldn’t have to do that too many more times before she would come again.
The man began to fuck her slow and steady, being sure to use the entire length of his prick with each stroke.
He steadily increased the pace of the fuck letting out sharp grunts with each downward thrust of his hips.
Once again the muscles in his buttocks were tight.
The cheeks of Bernard’s ass were tightly pressed together.
Marlene felt as if his cock were finding her deepest core.
She felt as if she were being impaled by his thick lampoon.
It really did feel as if his prick were going out her back and in to the bed, pinning her down.
And she loved every thrust and little more than the one that came before it.
She reached peaks of sexual pleasure that she had never before known.
The man was just as talented with his cock as he was with his tongue.
But Marlene had had faith in him from the word go. She wouldn’t have come over unless she knew the risk would be worth taking.
And it was worth it, she thought. Oh yes, it was definitely worth it. There could be no doubt about that.
She had her second orgasm which made the little sparks appear on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids.
This was followed by her third which made the cunt juices gush out of her hole, looking a little foamy.
She was in total bliss and she could think of nothing but how bonkers her entire nervous system was going.
The man fucked her hard and fast and she could feel her orgasms getting closer and closer together.
After a time it felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm.
It was splendid. She realized that brand new doors were being opened for her sexually at the moment.
She felt as if she were being sent into another dimension — into the Twilight Zone — she had no perception of time nor space.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Marlene screamed. “HARDER!”
The little girl was thrashing about, out of her head with joy.
The man moved his hands to Marlene’s slim shoulders.
He used his weight to keep her relatively still.
He was afraid she would pull a muscle and hurt herself if she continued to buck around spastically.
Then Bernard could feel the tickle returning to the base of his cock and he knew that he was in the home stretch of the fuck.
He gave it once last kick and moved his hips so fast that they appeared to be a blur. Marlene clung to him as tightly as she could with both her arms and her legs, trembling with her breasts pressed flat against his chest.
He fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he screamed out like a wounded animal and thrust his cock all the way inside her.
She could feel the entire length of his cock convulse.
This triggered one last spectacular orgasm in her pussy.
She was pleased that the two of them were going to come at the same time.
In her entire sexual career, this was the first time that had ever happened.
“COME INSIDE! COME INSIDE!” Marlene screamed.
She could feel her inner lips wrapped about his cock’s base.
She could feel her inner cunt being bathed with his hot come.
They screamed out together, sharing the moment of bliss.
She felt as if there were only one orgasm, and the two of them were sharing it equally.
They had merged into a single sexual being — a blessed union — obviously the work of fate.
He fell limp on top of her and they shared a single afterglow.
Michele had almost reached Aunt Helen’s house when an old white Thunderbird convertible pulled up on the shoulder beside her.
The driver was MacIntyre Symms, the captain of the football team.
Even though it was still summer vacation for most of the kids, the football team had already started to practice.
He was wearing his numbered jersey and a pair of shorts.
On the bucket shotgun seat was his navy blue gym bag.
His blonde hair had been mussed by the wind, but Michele didn’t care.
She thought that he was very good looking even when he was all sweaty and dirty right after he got off the playing field.
This didn’t mean that she was pleased he had stopped.
She thought of him as the sort of guy Marlene would go out with.
He was loud crude, and threw up at parties after mixing beer and whiskey.
She thought that he was going to mock her or something.
Michele concentrated on placing an irritated expression on her face.
She cocked her hip to one side and placed a tense fist against her waist.
She tilted her head to one side and gave him an un-amused stare.
But he was smiling friendly, not mocking, and he seemed genuinely pleased to see her, although she couldn’t imagine why.
“Hi, Shelley!” MacIntyre said. “What are you doing here?”
“Staying at my Aunt Helen’s for awhile. She’s old.”
“Want to go for a ride?” MacIntyre asked. He reached over to throw his gym bag behind his seat. He patted his palm on the emptied bucket as an invitation.
Michele was feeling very horny all of a sudden and she cursed herself.
Sometimes having weak flesh could be a real pain in the ass.
“I don’t think so. Thanks. I gotta take care of my aunt.”
“Come on, just one spin around town. You don’t like my car?”
“I think your car is very nice, MacIntyre. I just have stuff I gotta do.”
“Climb in. I’ll only keep you a second,” he said.
“Do you promise, MacIntyre Symms?” She sounded maternal.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing his fingers along with his heart, making Michele giggle.
“Oh, okay,” Michele said and walked around the front of the car.
MacIntyre leaned across to open the door for her and she climbed in.
The little girl really didn’t want to see her Aunt Helen.
Listening to the old bag cough up green shit was not her idea of a good time.
MacIntyre drove aimlessly, at least so Michele thought, and soon they were on the straight country roads south of West Rushdale.
A lot of the roads were infrequently used, flat and straight.
This is where the boys took their wheels to see what they could do.
MacIntyre floored his sleek white machine and took her to ninety in seconds.
Part of Michele wanted to tell the boy he was acting like a fool.
But part of her was thrilled by the speed, and she could feel temptation over-coming her rapidly. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Michele screamed.
The wind whistled through her ears and she felt like sticking her face over the side of the car just to feel the intense air-pressure.
“Evergreen Hill,” MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.
Michele knew that there were only two reasons to go there.
If you were a bunch of guys you went there to drink and smoke pot.
If you were a guy and a girl you went there to fuck.
“I don’t think so, MacIntyre. I think you had better take me back,” Michele said, leaning over to get her mouth closer to his ear.
“I just want to talk to you,” MacIntyre said. “Seriously. There have been things I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time.”
“Why can’t you tell me now?” Michele asked.
“I want to say them, not scream them,” he said.
“Surely we could have talked before this. Someplace, uh, a little less suggestive,” Michele said.
“I was scared. I guess I have to keep up my image as a beast when the guys are around, you know what I mean?”
It had never occurred to Michele that there might be another side of MacIntyre.
She softened with this and stopped resisting. She knew that he was going to try and kiss her sooner or later.
It just wasn’t fair. Why did these things have to happen when she was horny?
The answer was simple. Michele Shakey was always horny.
MacIntyre slowed the car down gradually until he was crawling along.
He turned right down a dirt road that disappeared into a thick pine woods before starting to ascend.
Michele had never actually been to Evergreen Hill, but she had heard a lot about it from her friends.
From what she gathered a perfectly beautiful natural site had been littered with used condoms and empty beer bottles.
By the time MacIntyre got to the top of the hill, to the little clearing where the teenagers parked, Michele had changed her tune.
There was not the strewn ugliness she had anticipated.
In fact she thought that she had been taken to Heaven.
She could see all of the surrounding county, even the tallest building north in Rochester. It was awesome.
She lifted her butt off the bucket seat with her straight arms so she could get a better view.
“This is nice!” Michele exclaimed enthusiastically.
“You mean you’ve never been here before?” MacIntyre was astonished by this news but stopped short of a mocking tone that wanted to gurgle up into his throat.
MacIntyre thought that Michele was the hottest chick in all of West Rushdale High School, and he wasn’t about to botch things once he had gotten them this far.
“Nope,” Michele said, not feeling nearly as embarrassed as she thought she would at the confession.
“Well, there you go,” MacIntyre said, slapping his knee. “That fits right in to what I want to say.”
He looked at her huge firm tits pressing against her tee-shirt and he felt like drooling all over them.
He could see that her nipples were erect, and wondered if that meant she was horny.
“Tell me all about it,” Michele said. She looked right into his eyes. She could feel her face turning red. She was flirting with him. Michele couldn’t remember actually ever flirting with a guy before.
She could handle being called a goody-goody.
But Michele had never had any intention of being a prick-tease.
She knew that.
She was getting into dangerous territory.
“You are a very pretty girl…” MacIntyre began.
“Thank you,” Michele interrupted.
They both smiled nervously.
“But it never seems like you have any fun. This is really hard for me to say,” MacIntyre faltered.
“No, please don’t be shy. I’m interested in what you guys think of me.”
“Michele, I’m not telling you what the guys think of you, I’m talking about what I think of you,” he said sternly.
“Sorry,” Michele said meekly. She looked away from him for a moment, at the late afternoon sky. There were no clouds in it.
He was saying the right things. Things that a mature man would say.
She knew that her willpower was in deep trouble.
“I think that you are scared to have a good time,” he said. He sighed, glad that he had gotten it off his chest.
“I agree,” Michele said. He looked at her funny, like she had suddenly sprouted a second head or something.
“You do?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“I think I’m afraid of growing up,” Michele said. She thought about keeping her words simple, so she would not confuse the jock.
But then she realized that he seemed a lot smarter when he was alone than he did when he was hanging out with his friends.
“There is something very secure about being a little girl. I remember sitting on my daddy’s lap when I was little and I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world. Now things are kind of scary and I’m in a position to make decisions that can affect the rest of my life.”
“But what does that have to do with fun?” MacIntyre asked.
“You don’t understand,” she said looking at her hands, which were folded lady-like in her lap. Michele was wearing a pair of beat-up old blue jeans with equally faded denim patched sewn to each of the knees.
“I do understand. Every body is afraid of growing up. But that doesn’t mean that we hide in our bedrooms and read books. I know that you don’t want to drink beer and throw up like the football players. I don’t think that I’m nearly as dumb as you think I am. And I know that you don’t want to whore around and be called a tramp behind your back. That has nothing to do with it. You are too afraid to even kiss me!”
“Am not,” Michele said, and she could feel her lips tingling.
MacIntyre looked at her astonished, and then his face broke into a grin.
“No time to start having fun like the present,” Michele said. She parted her lips and felt the ache in her pussy growing as she saw the boy’s handsome face moving closer to hers.
“I don’t go all the way on the first date,” Michele said.
“Are you going to make me limp home?” Macintyre asked.
Michele realized that it would be cruel to get him all worked up and then not relieve his ache. She could handle being cruel to herself better than she could handle being cruel to MacIntyre.
“I’d make it worth your while,” Michele said sexily. She simply loved the sound of her voice. It was the first time she had ever sounded throaty and wanton when talking to a boy.
They kissed with their tongues and Michele could feel his hand moving to her large right tit.
Her natural instinct was to grab his wrist, but she didn’t.
MacIntyre could feel her jerk a little as she felt him get bold.
But she relaxed once again as he got his palm on her boob, fondling the flesh, making her pussy turn to molten jelly.
She wondered if she would ever be able to stop him. Michele knew that things had already gotten out of control.
She figured that the boy would be telling all of his friends what happened in intimate detail the next day.
She burned with her weakness, but moaned as she felt his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, making her shiver with passion.
The only thing she could do was end his passion. If she made him come quickly she would be able to keep her own desires manageable.
She placed her hand on the crotch of his tight jeans and felt the big bulge there.
She rubbed at it with her palm and loved the little whimpering sounds MacIntyre made in his throat.
She couldn’t believe that this big tough jock was making those tiny sounds.
He sounded so vulnerable. So lovable. She caught herself.
She knew that it would be easy to take off her clothes and let him give her thrilling sensations that she had never before known.
“Take down your pants,” she said when the kiss was over. “I want to kiss you down there too.”
She could feel her mouth watering at the thought of sucking his cock.
She could feel the crotch of her white cotton panties getting all wet from her pussy secretions.
She could feel the material uncomfortably crawling up both between the cheeks of her ass and the outer lips of her boiling honey pot.
The boy quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt.
He lifted his ass off the seat and pulled his pants and his underwear down at the same time, not stopping until they were both wrapped around his ankles.
He pointed his knees in opposite directions, his boner sticking straight up in the air from his lap.
“I’ve never seen one before,” Michele said. Her eyes were wide and she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed.
Her jaw insisted on sagging with her astonishment.
She just loved the way his erect phallus looked, long thick and purple. She could see it throbbing and she swallowed deliberately, licking her tingling lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
“Can I touch it?” Michele asked, never taking her eyes off of it.
She could see his balls dangling over the edge of the seat, and she could feel fresh goose bumps forming.
The boy picked a little at her nipples through her tee-shirt, and Michele moaned before begging him to stop.
“You are afraid of getting hot,” he said. She tentatively touched his piss hole with the tip of her right forefinger.
“Please don’t, MacIntyre. I’ll give you pleasure. Don’t worry about me. I’ll do enough worrying about me for both of us.”
He placed his hands on top of her head and caressed her cropped chestnut colored hair affectionately.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid her palm up and down slowly and lightly.
She had heard all about blow-jobs and hand-jobs from other girls who had wanted to save their virginity.
But most of those stories were on the old side. Michele’s girlfriends had all gotten laid since. She was the last remaining virgin in her gang.
Michele supposed that you had to get to the real dogs to find another cherry in her high school class.
Michele moved her right hand to his balls and got them in her cupped palm.
This made the boy’s whole body stiffen and she continued caressing his prick with her left hand.
The little girl lowered her head, glad that he wasn’t pressing with his hands, and puckered her lips.
She had expected him to smell bad down there, but found that his cock and balls smelled of soap. Then she remembered that he had showered after practice before picking her up.
It had been a long time since Michele had given any thought to her obligation to Aunt Helen.
The little girl was living foot-loose and fancy-free, at least for her, and she fully intended to do it without conscience.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock.
She used the flat part of her tongue, starting at the base and licking to the tip.
Soon his entire penis was wet and shiny from her tongue bath.
“Suck it, Michele. Please,” he said. He sounded so sweet.
He needed her, and there was no way she could turn down the request.
She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head.
She squeezed his balls at the same time and could feel him stiffen and tremble.
She didn’t want the come to spurt into her mouth, fearing that it would make her gag and vomit.
She sucked his cock noisily, drawing in her smooth fair cheeks, until he lifted his ass off the seat.
She could hear him crying out and she could feel his cock head start to spasm against her lips and gums.
She flicked her tongue back and forth across his swollen purple glans as she sucked him, pulling away just as he climaxed.
She grabbed the base of his cock with her right hand and pumped it hard, the tip still pointing at her pretty, though reddened face.
His piss hole puked his thick white fuck juice, spewing it into her face.
He screamed with pleasure and Michele could feel the sticky semen spilling over her right hand as she jacked him off.
Marlene and Bernard took a break. There was still a great deal of time before Margaret would be home so they pulled all the blinds and walked around the house naked, feeling like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Marlene made ice tea and they drank out of the same glass — a tall thin one with plenty of ice — out of two straws.
“I haven’t had a day like this in years and years,” Bernard said.
“Gee, Bernard, I’ve never had a day like this.”
“I think that you and I are going to be very good friends from now on.”
“I think this is going to play havoc with my sun-tan,” Marlene said.
“I can feel the ache coming back,” Bernard said. They sat next to each other on the couch. He stroked her nipples, pinching them until they were hard, and allowed his hand to rest on the inside of her thigh.
She set the glass down on the varnished wood coffee table on the rug in front of the over-stuffed couch.
“Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before?” Marlene asked.
Bernard remembered his single experience with anal intercourse.
He had been in high school, going out with a Greek girl.
Some girls gave hand jobs, some sucked guys off, all were afraid of getting knocked up in those days.
Her name had been Melia and her solution to the birth control problem had been to anew guys to fuck her in the ass.
At the time Bernard wanted real pussy and had only fucked Melia once before moving on to something new.
He remembered that a drought followed going out with Melia, a sexual drought, and he had spent a whole summer thinking how much better her asshole had been than his own right hand.
“Never,” he lied.
“Oh, Bernard, I want you in my ass very badly!” she said.
She opened her legs and sighed as she felt Bernard working his middle finger up and down her wet and slippery pussy slash. Her clit grew.
She slipped his finger up inside her cunt and wiggled it around playfully.
Marlene tensed her cunt muscle, squeezing snugly at his finger.
She moved her hand to his cock and squeezed at the shaft, feeling it grow harder and thicker against his palm.
They got off the couch and moved back to the rug.
Michele could feel the tingling in her ass getting very bad.
The yearning in her bowels demanded to be appeased.
She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him, opening her throat to him.
Soon he was hard and erect. He was ready to fuck her ass.
It was impossible to tell that he already had two orgasms under his belt.
Bernard was amazed at his cock’s ability to recharge itself.
It had been years since he had had occasion to get it up for the third time in a single sex session.
He thought about it and wondered if it had ever happened before.
He could count the twofers since he had been married on one hand.
When he was hard Marlene rolled over on her belly and stretched out flat on the soft shag rug. Marlene lazily stretched her arms up over her head. She had to keep her fingers relatively straight even when she made a fist because of her long red fingernails.
She could feel the man’s mouth on the back of her thighs, working up slowly toward her sweet ass.
She tensed and relaxed her ass muscles as she felt his lips on her buttocks.
He began to bite hard at her ass, leaving red marks, and she squirmed with the diving combination of pleasure and pain this caused.
He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and turned them so that the fingers were pointing inward.
He allowed his fingertips to creep slowly closer to the crack, increasing the pressure, puckering the yielding flesh.
He pulled her buttocks apart as if he were separating the sections of an orange.
The man began to lick enthusiastically at the crack.
He used the flat part of his tongue and drooled. This was on purpose. He wanted her asshole to be all wet and juicy.
“Do you want me to get something to grease you up?” he asked.
“Don’t bother, just smear some of the juice from my pussy on your prick. I want to be able to FEEL you,” she said, closing her eyes, resting her cheekbone on the rug.
He tongued her asshole, which felt very good and made her desire grow rapidly.
He pulled his face away from her ass and got up on his knees.
The little black haired girl pulled her arms back so that her palms were beside her face.
She placed her weight on her elbows and crossed her arms beneath her head.
She got up on her knees and arched her back so that her sweet ass rose in the air, stopping when it was at the appropriate angle for savage buggery.
She could feel Bernard placing three fingers between the swollen inner lips of her pussy. He stroked the walls of her cunt being stretched by the penetration.
He pushed those fingers as deep as he could get them into her twat, twisting them to get them as wet as possible.
He worked the fingers in and out a couple of times before pulled all the way out to smear the accumulated cunt juice on the head of his cock.
He straightened his back and Marlene could feel the tip of his prick touching the right cheek of her ass.
She knew that there would be pain when he pushed that thick rod inside her tight, puckered anus.
But she did not fear the pain in the slightest. She knew that the pain would be all but insignificant compared to the joy of having her third and last hole penetrated by the beautiful magic wand Bernard packed between his muscular thighs.
He placed one hand on each of her buttock and again pulled them apart.
Marlene could feel her asshole opening and closing, again feeling as if it were winking at him.
She shivered and panted as she felt him press his glans between those twin globes of ass flesh, finding her burning sphincter.
He pressed his wet cock head against her wet asshole.
He knew that he was going to have to hold the shaft of his cock to keep the tip from sliding away from the hole until the initial penetration had been accomplished.
Marlene tried as hard as she could to relax the muscles in her ass.
For a long time her asshole did not open and she thought that perhaps they were attempting the impossible.
She worried that it was a matter of physics his prick simply being too thick to fit in her hole.
But then she opened for him and he stabbed forward with his hips.
His cock was thicker than anything that had ever come out of that hole so that her ring of anus muscle was stretched further than it had ever been stretched before.
She could feel her sphincter wrapped around the base of his glans.
He was able to let go of his cock at this point, and he moved both of his hands to the base of her rib-cage.
He dug his fingers into her flesh hard enough to hurt her a little.
He pulled at her body as he pressed forward with his hips, using her as leverage.
She could feel the tip of his cock moving into the soft yielding tissues of her bowels a fraction of an inch at a time.
Bernard grimaced and turned red as he pushed harder, and it seemed like forever before his cock made it all the way inside.
Marlene let out sharp cries of pain as she felt tissues being torn by his probing penis, and she could tell that the man had drawn blood.
Her asshole was wrapped around the base of his cock and she felt stuffed once again with cock meat.
The pain equaled the pleasure, but Marlene enjoyed it all.
She pushed down with the palms of her hand and raised her upper body off of the rug slowly, stopping when only her erect nipples were touching the floor.
The man released his grip on her belly and slid the palms of his hands to her tits squeezing her boobs, loving the way her rock-hard nipples felt against the centers of his palms.
He pushed forward, giving the illusion of sinking deeper, and gyrated his hips, stretching even further at the walls of her inner bowels.
Bernard could feel her sphincter being stretched outward as he drew back with his prick, stopping when only his glans remained inside her. He paused and grabbed her tits very hard, and then thrust forward with his hips once again, and Marlene could tell that her bowels were about to convulse wildly, just as if they had the capability to orgasm on their own.
He fucked her ass, loving the way her spasming muscles felt around his shaft as he moved in and out.
She threw back her head and felt her mouth falling gaping open with her deep anal sexual bliss.
She arched her back as he fucked her faster and faster, and she could tell that his cock was even more slippery than before from the film of blood that was covering it.
Bernard looked down at his cock watching it appear and disappear with the motions of his hips.
He could see that a thick ring of blood was forming at the base of his pole and the whole thing was turning a red, color.
Bernard was ashamed of himself, but he found that he liked the idea that he had drawn blood with his cock.
It was kick. He had never thought of himself as a sadist.
He wondered what it was about this girl that brought out the real beast in him.
He could feel his come churning around inside his scrotum.
His testicles felt very swollen and heavy in the sack.
In spite of the fact that he had already shot his wad twice, his scrotum still looked filled to the brim with fuck juice.
The man removed his hands from her tits and slid his palms over her ribs and belly, seeking her love button.
He could feel the tickle. He knew that he couldn’t fuck for much longer.
The sight of blood had made his groin impatient for release.
He kicked into high gear as he found her engorged clit with the forefinger on his right hand.
He did not bother touching her gently there. He flicked his finger across her little man in the boat hard and fast from the very first stroke.
“FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY HOT ASSSSSS!!!” she screamed.
Marlene sounded like a hissing snake with the final sound.
Marlene felt like she was coming twice at the same time.
Her bowels continued to spasm, and her pussy was filled with joy as he touched her perky love button.
Then he pushed forward hard, ramming all of his cock in her.
Her asshole strained to grip at his cock base.
She could feel his cock convulsing for the third time.
He shot his come, though there wasn’t as much of the thick creamy stuff this time, and howled with his now familiar wounded animal coming sound.
He pulled his bloody cock out of her ass and her face was still contorted even after he had withdrawn.
She stayed on her hands and knees for a long time, her tits bobbing up and down as she caught her breath.
She didn’t think the burning in her butt would ever go away.
Marlene could tell that she was all fucked out. She collapsed onto her belly on the rug and moaned.
She thought that her lust was insatiable. But she felt thoroughly appeased.
She finally rolled over on her back and looked at the handsome man that had just satisfied her incredible lust.
“I have to get something to wipe myself clean,” Bernard said and started to rise to his feet.
The two of them were both covered with sweat and she knew what she wanted to do.
“Let me lick you clean,” she said, giving him a saucy wink.
He thought that it was a splendid idea and returned to his knees while Marlene moved to lick his prick.
On Evergreen Hill MacIntyre pulled a white rag out of his glove compartment and tenderly wiped his semen from Michele’s face.
He kissed her on the lips and said thank you.
“My pleasure,” Michele said. She wanted to go straight back to Aunt Helen’s guest room and jack off.
MacIntyre then pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.
“Did I do okay?” Michele asked sweetly, her voice quivering a bit.
“It was really nice,” MacIntyre said. “But it seems a shame that I get my rocks off and you don’t. It’s not fair.”
“Go slow with me, MacIntyre. I know that you want to enlighten me to all of the joys of the world, but a little girl can’t learn too much at one time. I’m still blown away from what just happened. I mean I can’t believe it.”
“Okay,” MacIntyre said.
He sounded sympathetic and sincere.
He allowed his lips to graze lightly across her cheek and kissed her ear.
The smacking sound he made with his puckered lips sounded very loud since he was so close to her ear-drum.
“I really have to get going,” Michele said. He knew she meant it.
He started up the car and turned it around so he could head back down the hill to the paved country road.
He got her back to her Aunt Helen’s house very quickly, once again flooring it on the open road.
Again the little girl felt the thrill of the speed, and couldn’t wait until she could drive a car so she could race around like that all the time.
She found that Aunt Helen had not woken up while she was gone.
Her chalk message was still there on the blackboard beside the kitchen telephone.
She ran upstairs to her room and locked herself inside.
Her cunt was a soupy mess and she went straight for her clit.
She didn’t even bother to take off her clothes.
She just sprawled on her back in the center of the bed and lifted her ass to hitch down her faded blue jeans and her white cotton panties at the same time.
She dipped her fingers into her drooling honey pot, searching around the top of the slit for the center of her womanly pleasure.
She only had to diddle herself for second before she was bucking and crying from the divine pleasure.
She knew that her orgasm was nothing compared to the sensations she would have received if she had allowed MacIntyre to pop her cherry up on Evergreen Hill.
Bernard and Marlene took a long loving shower together.
They washed each other sensuously, lingering over the erogenous zones.
Bernard had to keep pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
If someone had told him he would spend the day fucking the neighbor girl in all three holes when he got up that morning he would have said they were crazy.
They dried each other off with the bathroom door open to let out the thick steam that had filled the john during the shower.
When the shower was over Marlene put on her bikini, finding the two-pieces right where she had left them on the living room floor.
They paused in the kitchen to kiss and embrace one last time.
Marlene then crossed the Shakey’s backyard, into her own, climbed up on the pool platform and dived into the water.
Bernard stood in front of the sink watching her.
Marlene Parkinson told her very very best friend all of her secrets. She was in a jam. How could she ever tell Michele that she was having an affair with her father?
She hated the idea of keeping secrets from Michele, but she knew that she would never have the courage to confess. She thought that it would hurt Michele.
Being young and compulsive, Marlene felt a light bulb going on over her head.
She snapped her fingers and called up Michele on the telephone.
It was a week later and the girl had finished her stay at her Aunt Helen’s house.
Marlene decided that she would seduce her friend. If she and Michele were lovers it would be easier to talk about the affair she was having with Bernard.
Bernard answered the phone and Marlene used her sexy voice.
It was the middle of the afternoon. Bernard thought that it was a little bold to be calling him while Michele was home.
“Hi,” Marlene said chipperly. “How’s your old meat?”
Bernard stammered a little and said, “Hi, how have you been?”
He sounded phony. Bernard did not like the sound of his voice at all.
“I didn’t call to talk to you silly,” Marlene said with a little giggle. “I’m your daughter’s friend, remember?”
“Ah yes, it seems like an eternity ago,” Bernard said.
“Maybe it was just last week. Is Shelley around?”
“Yeah, I’ll get her.” Bernard could feel his face turning hot as he cupped his hand over the receiver and called out his daughter’s name.
She was upstairs in her bedroom looking at her rock star magazines.
“I’ll pick it up in your room, Daddy,” Michele called out cheerfully.
Michele was anxious to talk to Marlene about her incident with MacIntyre.
She knew that Marlene was the only person in the whole wide world she could tell about the first cock she sucked.
Bernard wanted to express lust and passion to Marlene, but knew that he had to keep his cool. He had never had an affair before and wasn’t used to deception as part of his daily routine.
“‘lo,” Michele said quickly after she heard her father click the receiver downstairs.
“Hey, come over here. Wanna drink some of my old man’s wine?”
Michele wasn’t much of a drinker. In fact she had never been drunk in her entire life.
But she was in the mood to learn. She knew that it would be easier to tell Marlene about MacIntyre if her inhibitions were starting to break down.
“Yeah, okay. I’ve got oodles of things to talk to you about.”
“Me too. It seems like we have a lot of catching up to do.”
Michele hung up ran down the stairs, shouted a careless good-bye to her daddy and ran across the backyards to the Parkinsons’ house.
Marlene was at the back screen door waiting for her and let her into the kitchen.
The two houses were very similar only reversed, since their backs were to one another, and Michele had found that she had no trouble finding anything in the Parkinsons’ house even the first time she had been in it years before.
“I went out with a guy!” Michele said excitedly.
“Who?” Marlene asked, pulling out a bottle of wine.
She filled two glasses with ice and filled both glasses to the brim with the wine.
The drink was a deep red color, the same color that the pretty black-haired girl painted her fingernails and toenails. Michele took a quick sip from the top of her glass and decided that she liked the flavor a great deal.
The wine wasn’t too sweet like the stuff she was usually served at Christmas time, and she thought she would be able to drink a lot of it.
“MacIntyre Symms,” Michele said. “I went for a ride in his convertible.”
“Where did he take you? Did he fuck you?” Marlene asked.
They both gulped at their drinks and Marlene refilled their glasses.
Within minutes the two of them were feeling tipsy. They were in the mood for anything.
“He didn’t fuck me, but I sucked him off,” Michele said.
“Did you swallow it?” Marlene asked. She couldn’t believe that Michele had actually gone out and done it.
Marlene thought that it would be years before her friend would go out with a guy.
She was amazed that Michele Shakey had found the courage.
“Did you like it?” Marlene asked. There was an expression on the black haired girl’s face that Michele had never seen before.
It confused her for a moment, but then she realized that her friend was flirting with her.
There was an expression of lust on Marlene’s face.
Michele thought that Marlene looked very very sexy.
Michele had never thought of herself as bisexual. All of her fantasies up to that point had involved becoming intimate with men.
But she started to think that it would be very nice to roll around in the sack with Marlene.
It must be the wine, she told herself. But the seed had been planted, and Marlene only became bolder.
“Tell me about when you masturbate,” Marlene said. Her voice was deep and throaty a voice usually reserved for her jock boyfriends.
“You really want to know?” Michele said with a giggle.
“I want to know EVERYTHING about you!” Marlene said.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I get naked and lay on the bed with my legs open. Then I touch myself. All over. Gentle like.”
“Show me,” Marlene said. She freshened up their drinks. They were both getting very drunk.
Michele giggled, putting her hand over her mouth.
“Why are you in such a naughty mood today, Marlene?”
“I don’t know. I thought that it would be fun to play doctor.”
“Okay,” Michele said. She didn’t feel like saying no. It sounded like it might be fun.
Michele decided that she had started a new era in her life. She was going to take a good look at MacIntyre’s lecture. She decided that he was right. It was about time she had some fun in her life.
“Are you going to get naked with me?” Michele asked. Her voice was tiny, making her sound like a child.
They had been friends ever since they were little, and their mannerisms indicated a retention of old habits.
“Uh huh,” Marlene said. They stood and moved together in the hall between the kitchen and the living room, only six feet from the stairway that led to their pink love nest.
Marlene placed one hand on Michele’s cheek and the other on her ass.
Drunk, they kissed sloppily, bold with their tongues, drool running down both of their chins at the same time.
Marlene took Michele by the hands and they intertwined their fingers up over their kissing faces.
They rubbed their torsos together, feminine hips grinding, breasts pressed flat, nipples hard and erect.
Their movements were sleek and graceful even in their eagerness to get down to the pink and wet stuff.
They both let out pitiful little whimpering noises of desire as the passionate kiss finally ended.
The tips of their tongues came apart long after their lips.
“Feels so good,” Michele said. “I had no idea that it would feel that good.”
“Think of an of the time we have been wasting, sweetie.”
“Never again. Let’s go up to your room and lock ourselves in.”
“That, my love, is the best idea I have heard all day.”
Their words were slurred and their eyes were a bit glazed.
But they weren’t too fucked-up to feel the aches in their pussies.
Both cunts were becoming engorged rapidly with their horniness.
Their breaths quickened and shortened. They scampered up the stairs like children, hand and hand, innocent in their lust, taking the steps three at a time.
They giggled wildly as they ran into Marlene’s room.
The door was slammed loud and the sound of the hook being put in the locking hoop could be heard from the hall.
Inside the girls were quickly pulling their tee-shirts up over their heads.
Michele’s breasts were larger, but both sets were firm and youthful.
Four erect nipples, two erect clitorises and twin pairs of tingling lips moved together at the foot of the bed once they were naked.
The cunt juices flowed freely. Michele thought that this was all very weird, and things began to get surreal.
The little virgin was not as used to carnal knowledge as her friend, and was in awe of the intimacy she felt.
She knew that they were going to lick each other’s pussies and make each other come.
Michele could feel her salivary gland going berserk as she thought about sticking her tongue into the black haired girl’s dripping honey pot.
They kissed and rubbed their bare bodies together, feeling their pubic patches pressing together.
They both moaned loudly and moved their hands to the other’s ass.
Fingers rolled through ass flesh. Cheeks were parted.
Cracks were explored and asshole were delicately massaged.
Both anuses were wet and slippery from the plentiful lubrication dripping from their swollen pussy slits.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Marlene said. “Get on your back. I want to kiss you allover. I even want to kiss your smelly parts.”
Michele giggled and she could feel the hot ache in her cunt get worse.
Their was a great pressure throughout her loins, and she could feel her clit peeking out from beneath its foreskin.
She moved quickly to the bed and sprawled with the back of her head resting on Marlene’s single foam rubber pillow.
She opened her legs as far as she could, feeling both her buttocks and the lips of her swollen poontang parting in the process.
Marlene sprawled on her belly at Michele’s side and began to kiss the side of her neck.
She quickly worked her mouth down to Michele’s breasts and took the right nipple into her mouth.
She licked and sucked at that nipple at the same time, making Michele squirm on the bed.
“BITE! BITE! BITE!” Michele called out, thrashing her head from side to side, her fair skin turning red as her muscles tightened and her jaw clenched.
Marlene got her teeth on Michele’s erect nipple and began to nip at it lightly with her pearly-whites.
Marlene began to tug at both nipples, one with her teeth, the other with a pinching thumb and forefinger.
Michele could tell that she was making a wet spot on Marlene’s bedspread, and assumed correctly that this was not an uncommon happening.
Michele figured that Marlene’s cunt juices were getting on her bedspread all the time, now that she knew her friend was so much like herself when it came to physical desire.
“Oh, God, it feels so GOOOOD!” Michele screamed.
Her voice was a high-pitched wail and filled the room.
Michele didn’t care if the whole world knew about her lust.
She would have hung a banner out the window saying, “I NEED TO COME!” but she didn’t have time to think about it.
Marlene allowed both nipples to snap back into place and rolled them at the same time between her fingers.
She massaged the tits with her hands, straining and failing to hold all of the breast flesh in her parted fingers.
She kissed in between those tits and the licked her way down to the little girl’s dimpled navel.
She stuck her tongue into the bellybutton boldly.
Michele let out a moan and moved her hips sensuously.
Michele was finding it increasingly difficult to keep still.
Her pussy felt as if it were filled with crawling insects of desire.
She couldn’t help but gyrate and writhe with her lust.
Marlene kissed the soft warm flesh of Michele’s abdomen.
She tugged at the chestnut patch of pubies with her teeth.
Michele lifted her right leg so Marlene could get her face between her patted thighs.
Marlene could see that Michele had a lot more pubic hair than she did.
It ran down along the sides of her vulva and was thick in between the cheeks of her creamy ass, especially around her puckered asshole.
Michele could feel her natural lubrication rolling down the crack of her ass in a steady flow.
She could smell the sweet scent of her emerging womanhood wafting to her nostrils from her soaked delta.
“EAT IT!” Michele called out, her lips quivering as they pulled back tight over her teeth.
She contorted her facial features into a grimace of pain, closing her eyes, wrinkling the lids.
She could feel tears of joy welling up in her eyes as Marlene began to lick her swollen outer labia.
Marlene placed her fingertips on the outer lips and pulled them as far apart as they would go.
She flicked the tip of her tongue up and down rapidly, exploring the folds of flesh between the inner and outer lips.
She got the tip of her tongue between Michele’s inner lips and stiffened it so she could penetrate.
She could feel the tip of her tongue touching the cherry.
She smiled inwardly as she felt the intact hymen.
She pressed until the maidenhead was taut from the tension.
Marlene then lightly pulled the sheath of flesh above the clitoris away from Michele’s feminine erection.
She licked upward to the point where her inner lips came together, finding the love button with her tongue’s tip.
She began to flick back and forth lightly, and Michele began to let out a series of sharp cries of pleasure.
Michele could feel the explosions starting.
Her pussy began to spasm, pulsating wildly with joy.
She could feel her clit being battered back and forth.
Marlene treated the love button as if it were a small punching bag.
The climax rolled up Michele’s spine to her reeling brain.
It was the best orgasm she had ever had — by far.
Michele could tell right away that being touched by another was a zillion times better than touching herself.
Marlene pressed the little man in the boat flat against the base of Michele’s moving pubic bone. The little chestnut haired girl was bucking up and down, and Marlene had to move her head to avoid getting her nose smashed.
Marlene puckered her lips and pressed them against the ballooning flesh surrounding the convulsing clitoris.
She began to suck, and Michele could feel her love button being drawn blissfully into Marlene’s mouth.
Marlene found that she could suck on the spasming clit and flick the tip of her tongue across it at the same time.
Just when Michele thought that the ripples of pleasure were bound to die down, she could feel that sucking bringing them all the way up to full intensity once again, and she thought she was going to faint.
“CCOOMMIINNGG!!” Michele hollered, but Marlene had already figured that part out, being a smart girl.
Marlene sucked very hard, drawing in her cheeks.
She did this until Michele collapsed on the bed.
Michele’s breasts heaved up and down with her panting.
Her pink skin had become wet and shiny with sweat during her come.
There was a straight row of perspiration beads across her forehead. Her eyes were filled with the tears that had welled during her climax.
Marlene pulled her face slowly out of Michele’s cunt, giving the slash a series of delicate kisses, making tiny smacking noises.
Michele could feel the most wonderful glow filling her lower torso.
She felt like she wanted to lie in that position forever.
Any thought of crossing her legs just then would have seemed absurd.
Michele blinked a couple of times so she could focus her eyes on her new lover’s pretty face.
She could see that Marlene’s lips were wet from her natural lubrication as well as the black haired girl’s drool.
“That was so very nice,” Michele said. “I had no idea it could be like that. I didn’t know that it was possible to feel something that good. I guess you learn something every day. You look so beautiful. I want to kiss you all over now.”
“Ummm,” Marlene said. “Lick my face clean.”
Michele was anxious to lick the sticky juices from her lover’s lips.
Marlene moved up on the bed so that she was sprawled on her belly directly on top of Michele.
Her legs were between Michele’s parted thigh, and their pubic patches were pressed tightly together.
They moved their upper torsos, kissing only with their nipples.
Marlene could feel her pussy aching wildly as Michele began to lap happily at her lips and chin with the flat part of her tongue.
This turned naturally into a passionate kiss that lasted a long time.
The girls rolled on the bed, almost falling off, so that Michele was on top.
Michele sucked on Marlene’s nipples and worked her way slowly and lovingly down toward the near bald honey pot.
The little girl could feel her lips gripping at the ring of scar tissue at the base of that cock head.
She began to push upward with her hips, feeling an arousal within her that she had not known with any of her other lovers.
He began to push down a little harder.
Marlene responded by pushing up with her own hips. She was used to having cocks slip into her pussy easily and then sloshing around until the guy came.
Even though her pussy was still fully engorged with the blood of her arousal, and her cunt juices were plentiful with slippery lubrication, it was still a tight fit and the man was going to have to exert himself to achieve the complete penetration that they both needed so badly.
The inside of Marlene’s cunt was on fire with lust.
She could tell that she was going to come the second his cock touched the magic spot near the mouth of her womb.
She placed her weight on the small of her back so that her cunt hole would be at the best angle for violation.
She lifted her feet up off the foot of the bed.
She drew back her knees and got herself in a position where she could squeeze at the sides of his slim yet powerful hips with the insides of her thighs.
Then the tip of his cock reached the magic spot.
Marlene let out a loud scream of pleasure and trembled. Her face was once again as red as a beet.
She tossed her head front side to side her long black hair falling in strands across her pretty features.
She blustered her lips to blow a few hairs out of her mouth as she felt the ripping pleasure moving up and down her spine like bolts of sexual lightning.
“Oh God, Bernard, make me… make me COME!” she screamed and the man hammered down with his hips.
He drove the entire length of his prick into her.
She could feel her inner pussy walls being stretched both length-wise and width-wise by that humongous tool of masculinity. She screamed again.
“CO-CO-COMING!” she called out, and she closed her eyes, her lips pulling back very tight over her straight white teeth.
He could feel her inner cunt lips gripping at the base of his cock.
She could feel his glans lodged in her inner belly, touching her in a spot that she didn’t even know could be reached from the outside.
Her orgasm was shorter and sharper than the ones she received through direct clitoral stimulus.
But the best thing about it was that she could tell it would be only the first of many that would follow during the course of the fuck.
Bernard could feel the entire length of his prick being squeezed blissfully by her talented cunt muscles.
Her pussy felt as if it were filled with magic fingers, all put there especially to give him pleasure. Marlene thought that he was going to start his savage fucking motion right away, just like the many jocks she had balled.
The man continued to grind downward with his hips, moving his hips from side to side, their loins pressed firmly together.
He stretched at the walls of her inner pussy in every possible direction with his ever-moving lance.
Then he began to pull out, and he could feel the magic fingers inside her tugging at the withdrawing shaft.
“So tight, so fucking tight,” Bernard said in a strained voice, his throat muscles tensed with his passion.
Marlene pointed her toes at the comers of the living room ceiling, making a vee-shape with her shapely gams.
She placed her arms across the tops of his shoulders and began to lightly stroke at his back.
She used her fingertips at first, and then switched to her long red fingernails, scratching at him.
She could feel his finely toned back muscles rippling and she made sounds like an alley cat in heat.
She sounded like a jungle beast as she drew downward with her own hips until only the head of his cock remained between her inner cunt lips.
Then he plunged down, she thrust up, and their loins slapped together loudly, their pubies intertwining.
The entire length of his prick went into her cunt at once and she could hear herself making a sloppy wet sucking noises, as ten inches of rigid manhood made its way though her tight, soaking wet, yielding poontang flesh.
Marlene’s eyes went wide open, so far that the whites were visible all the way around the pupils.
The little girl could tell that he wouldn’t have to do that too many more times before she would come again.
The man began to fuck her slow and steady, being sure to use the entire length of his prick with each stroke.
He steadily increased the pace of the fuck letting out sharp grunts with each downward thrust of his hips.
Once again the muscles in his buttocks were tight.
The cheeks of Bernard’s ass were tightly pressed together.
Marlene felt as if his cock were finding her deepest core.
She felt as if she were being impaled by his thick lampoon.
It really did feel as if his prick were going out her back and in to the bed, pinning her down.
And she loved every thrust and little more than the one that came before it.
She reached peaks of sexual pleasure that she had never before known.
The man was just as talented with his cock as he was with his tongue.
But Marlene had had faith in him from the word go. She wouldn’t have come over unless she knew the risk would be worth taking.
And it was worth it, she thought. Oh yes, it was definitely worth it. There could be no doubt about that.
She had her second orgasm which made the little sparks appear on the insides of her tightly clenched eyelids.
This was followed by her third which made the cunt juices gush out of her hole, looking a little foamy.
She was in total bliss and she could think of nothing but how bonkers her entire nervous system was going.
The man fucked her hard and fast and she could feel her orgasms getting closer and closer together.
After a time it felt as if she were having one continuous orgasm.
It was splendid. She realized that brand new doors were being opened for her sexually at the moment.
She felt as if she were being sent into another dimension — into the Twilight Zone — she had no perception of time nor space.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Marlene screamed. “HARDER!”
The little girl was thrashing about, out of her head with joy.
The man moved his hands to Marlene’s slim shoulders.
He used his weight to keep her relatively still.
He was afraid she would pull a muscle and hurt herself if she continued to buck around spastically.
Then Bernard could feel the tickle returning to the base of his cock and he knew that he was in the home stretch of the fuck.
He gave it once last kick and moved his hips so fast that they appeared to be a blur. Marlene clung to him as tightly as she could with both her arms and her legs, trembling with her breasts pressed flat against his chest.
He fucked her as hard and fast as he could until he screamed out like a wounded animal and thrust his cock all the way inside her.
She could feel the entire length of his cock convulse.
This triggered one last spectacular orgasm in her pussy.
She was pleased that the two of them were going to come at the same time.
In her entire sexual career, this was the first time that had ever happened.
“COME INSIDE! COME INSIDE!” Marlene screamed.
She could feel her inner lips wrapped about his cock’s base.
She could feel her inner cunt being bathed with his hot come.
They screamed out together, sharing the moment of bliss.
She felt as if there were only one orgasm, and the two of them were sharing it equally.
They had merged into a single sexual being — a blessed union — obviously the work of fate.
He fell limp on top of her and they shared a single afterglow.
Michele had almost reached Aunt Helen’s house when an old white Thunderbird convertible pulled up on the shoulder beside her.
The driver was MacIntyre Symms, the captain of the football team.
Even though it was still summer vacation for most of the kids, the football team had already started to practice.
He was wearing his numbered jersey and a pair of shorts.
On the bucket shotgun seat was his navy blue gym bag.
His blonde hair had been mussed by the wind, but Michele didn’t care.
She thought that he was very good looking even when he was all sweaty and dirty right after he got off the playing field.
This didn’t mean that she was pleased he had stopped.
She thought of him as the sort of guy Marlene would go out with.
He was loud crude, and threw up at parties after mixing beer and whiskey.
She thought that he was going to mock her or something.
Michele concentrated on placing an irritated expression on her face.
She cocked her hip to one side and placed a tense fist against her waist.
She tilted her head to one side and gave him an un-amused stare.
But he was smiling friendly, not mocking, and he seemed genuinely pleased to see her, although she couldn’t imagine why.
“Hi, Shelley!” MacIntyre said. “What are you doing here?”
“Staying at my Aunt Helen’s for awhile. She’s old.”
“Want to go for a ride?” MacIntyre asked. He reached over to throw his gym bag behind his seat. He patted his palm on the emptied bucket as an invitation.
Michele was feeling very horny all of a sudden and she cursed herself.
Sometimes having weak flesh could be a real pain in the ass.
“I don’t think so. Thanks. I gotta take care of my aunt.”
“Come on, just one spin around town. You don’t like my car?”
“I think your car is very nice, MacIntyre. I just have stuff I gotta do.”
“Climb in. I’ll only keep you a second,” he said.
“Do you promise, MacIntyre Symms?” She sounded maternal.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said, crossing his fingers along with his heart, making Michele giggle.
“Oh, okay,” Michele said and walked around the front of the car.
MacIntyre leaned across to open the door for her and she climbed in.
The little girl really didn’t want to see her Aunt Helen.
Listening to the old bag cough up green shit was not her idea of a good time.
MacIntyre drove aimlessly, at least so Michele thought, and soon they were on the straight country roads south of West Rushdale.
A lot of the roads were infrequently used, flat and straight.
This is where the boys took their wheels to see what they could do.
MacIntyre floored his sleek white machine and took her to ninety in seconds.
Part of Michele wanted to tell the boy he was acting like a fool.
But part of her was thrilled by the speed, and she could feel temptation over-coming her rapidly. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Michele screamed.
The wind whistled through her ears and she felt like sticking her face over the side of the car just to feel the intense air-pressure.
“Evergreen Hill,” MacIntyre said, turning up one corner of his mouth into a half-smile of inward amusement.
Michele knew that there were only two reasons to go there.
If you were a bunch of guys you went there to drink and smoke pot.
If you were a guy and a girl you went there to fuck.
“I don’t think so, MacIntyre. I think you had better take me back,” Michele said, leaning over to get her mouth closer to his ear.
“I just want to talk to you,” MacIntyre said. “Seriously. There have been things I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time.”
“Why can’t you tell me now?” Michele asked.
“I want to say them, not scream them,” he said.
“Surely we could have talked before this. Someplace, uh, a little less suggestive,” Michele said.
“I was scared. I guess I have to keep up my image as a beast when the guys are around, you know what I mean?”
It had never occurred to Michele that there might be another side of MacIntyre.
She softened with this and stopped resisting. She knew that he was going to try and kiss her sooner or later.
It just wasn’t fair. Why did these things have to happen when she was horny?
The answer was simple. Michele Shakey was always horny.
MacIntyre slowed the car down gradually until he was crawling along.
He turned right down a dirt road that disappeared into a thick pine woods before starting to ascend.
Michele had never actually been to Evergreen Hill, but she had heard a lot about it from her friends.
From what she gathered a perfectly beautiful natural site had been littered with used condoms and empty beer bottles.
By the time MacIntyre got to the top of the hill, to the little clearing where the teenagers parked, Michele had changed her tune.
There was not the strewn ugliness she had anticipated.
In fact she thought that she had been taken to Heaven.
She could see all of the surrounding county, even the tallest building north in Rochester. It was awesome.
She lifted her butt off the bucket seat with her straight arms so she could get a better view.
“This is nice!” Michele exclaimed enthusiastically.
“You mean you’ve never been here before?” MacIntyre was astonished by this news but stopped short of a mocking tone that wanted to gurgle up into his throat.
MacIntyre thought that Michele was the hottest chick in all of West Rushdale High School, and he wasn’t about to botch things once he had gotten them this far.
“Nope,” Michele said, not feeling nearly as embarrassed as she thought she would at the confession.
“Well, there you go,” MacIntyre said, slapping his knee. “That fits right in to what I want to say.”
He looked at her huge firm tits pressing against her tee-shirt and he felt like drooling all over them.
He could see that her nipples were erect, and wondered if that meant she was horny.
“Tell me all about it,” Michele said. She looked right into his eyes. She could feel her face turning red. She was flirting with him. Michele couldn’t remember actually ever flirting with a guy before.
She could handle being called a goody-goody.
But Michele had never had any intention of being a prick-tease.
She knew that.
She was getting into dangerous territory.
“You are a very pretty girl…” MacIntyre began.
“Thank you,” Michele interrupted.
They both smiled nervously.
“But it never seems like you have any fun. This is really hard for me to say,” MacIntyre faltered.
“No, please don’t be shy. I’m interested in what you guys think of me.”
“Michele, I’m not telling you what the guys think of you, I’m talking about what I think of you,” he said sternly.
“Sorry,” Michele said meekly. She looked away from him for a moment, at the late afternoon sky. There were no clouds in it.
He was saying the right things. Things that a mature man would say.
She knew that her willpower was in deep trouble.
“I think that you are scared to have a good time,” he said. He sighed, glad that he had gotten it off his chest.
“I agree,” Michele said. He looked at her funny, like she had suddenly sprouted a second head or something.
“You do?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you afraid?”
“I think I’m afraid of growing up,” Michele said. She thought about keeping her words simple, so she would not confuse the jock.
But then she realized that he seemed a lot smarter when he was alone than he did when he was hanging out with his friends.
“There is something very secure about being a little girl. I remember sitting on my daddy’s lap when I was little and I felt like I didn’t have a care in the world. Now things are kind of scary and I’m in a position to make decisions that can affect the rest of my life.”
“But what does that have to do with fun?” MacIntyre asked.
“You don’t understand,” she said looking at her hands, which were folded lady-like in her lap. Michele was wearing a pair of beat-up old blue jeans with equally faded denim patched sewn to each of the knees.
“I do understand. Every body is afraid of growing up. But that doesn’t mean that we hide in our bedrooms and read books. I know that you don’t want to drink beer and throw up like the football players. I don’t think that I’m nearly as dumb as you think I am. And I know that you don’t want to whore around and be called a tramp behind your back. That has nothing to do with it. You are too afraid to even kiss me!”
“Am not,” Michele said, and she could feel her lips tingling.
MacIntyre looked at her astonished, and then his face broke into a grin.
“No time to start having fun like the present,” Michele said. She parted her lips and felt the ache in her pussy growing as she saw the boy’s handsome face moving closer to hers.
“I don’t go all the way on the first date,” Michele said.
“Are you going to make me limp home?” Macintyre asked.
Michele realized that it would be cruel to get him all worked up and then not relieve his ache. She could handle being cruel to herself better than she could handle being cruel to MacIntyre.
“I’d make it worth your while,” Michele said sexily. She simply loved the sound of her voice. It was the first time she had ever sounded throaty and wanton when talking to a boy.
They kissed with their tongues and Michele could feel his hand moving to her large right tit.
Her natural instinct was to grab his wrist, but she didn’t.
MacIntyre could feel her jerk a little as she felt him get bold.
But she relaxed once again as he got his palm on her boob, fondling the flesh, making her pussy turn to molten jelly.
She wondered if she would ever be able to stop him. Michele knew that things had already gotten out of control.
She figured that the boy would be telling all of his friends what happened in intimate detail the next day.
She burned with her weakness, but moaned as she felt his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth, making her shiver with passion.
The only thing she could do was end his passion. If she made him come quickly she would be able to keep her own desires manageable.
She placed her hand on the crotch of his tight jeans and felt the big bulge there.
She rubbed at it with her palm and loved the little whimpering sounds MacIntyre made in his throat.
She couldn’t believe that this big tough jock was making those tiny sounds.
He sounded so vulnerable. So lovable. She caught herself.
She knew that it would be easy to take off her clothes and let him give her thrilling sensations that she had never before known.
“Take down your pants,” she said when the kiss was over. “I want to kiss you down there too.”
She could feel her mouth watering at the thought of sucking his cock.
She could feel the crotch of her white cotton panties getting all wet from her pussy secretions.
She could feel the material uncomfortably crawling up both between the cheeks of her ass and the outer lips of her boiling honey pot.
The boy quickly reached down and unbuckled his belt.
He lifted his ass off the seat and pulled his pants and his underwear down at the same time, not stopping until they were both wrapped around his ankles.
He pointed his knees in opposite directions, his boner sticking straight up in the air from his lap.
“I’ve never seen one before,” Michele said. Her eyes were wide and she had to concentrate on keeping her mouth closed.
Her jaw insisted on sagging with her astonishment.
She just loved the way his erect phallus looked, long thick and purple. She could see it throbbing and she swallowed deliberately, licking her tingling lips with the tip of her tongue to moisten them.
“Can I touch it?” Michele asked, never taking her eyes off of it.
She could see his balls dangling over the edge of the seat, and she could feel fresh goose bumps forming.
The boy picked a little at her nipples through her tee-shirt, and Michele moaned before begging him to stop.
“You are afraid of getting hot,” he said. She tentatively touched his piss hole with the tip of her right forefinger.
“Please don’t, MacIntyre. I’ll give you pleasure. Don’t worry about me. I’ll do enough worrying about me for both of us.”
He placed his hands on top of her head and caressed her cropped chestnut colored hair affectionately.
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and slid her palm up and down slowly and lightly.
She had heard all about blow-jobs and hand-jobs from other girls who had wanted to save their virginity.
But most of those stories were on the old side. Michele’s girlfriends had all gotten laid since. She was the last remaining virgin in her gang.
Michele supposed that you had to get to the real dogs to find another cherry in her high school class.
Michele moved her right hand to his balls and got them in her cupped palm.
This made the boy’s whole body stiffen and she continued caressing his prick with her left hand.
The little girl lowered her head, glad that he wasn’t pressing with his hands, and puckered her lips.
She had expected him to smell bad down there, but found that his cock and balls smelled of soap. Then she remembered that he had showered after practice before picking her up.
It had been a long time since Michele had given any thought to her obligation to Aunt Helen.
The little girl was living foot-loose and fancy-free, at least for her, and she fully intended to do it without conscience.
She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock.
She used the flat part of her tongue, starting at the base and licking to the tip.
Soon his entire penis was wet and shiny from her tongue bath.
“Suck it, Michele. Please,” he said. He sounded so sweet.
He needed her, and there was no way she could turn down the request.
She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cock head.
She squeezed his balls at the same time and could feel him stiffen and tremble.
She didn’t want the come to spurt into her mouth, fearing that it would make her gag and vomit.
She sucked his cock noisily, drawing in her smooth fair cheeks, until he lifted his ass off the seat.
She could hear him crying out and she could feel his cock head start to spasm against her lips and gums.
She flicked her tongue back and forth across his swollen purple glans as she sucked him, pulling away just as he climaxed.
She grabbed the base of his cock with her right hand and pumped it hard, the tip still pointing at her pretty, though reddened face.
His piss hole puked his thick white fuck juice, spewing it into her face.
He screamed with pleasure and Michele could feel the sticky semen spilling over her right hand as she jacked him off.
Marlene and Bernard took a break. There was still a great deal of time before Margaret would be home so they pulled all the blinds and walked around the house naked, feeling like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Marlene made ice tea and they drank out of the same glass — a tall thin one with plenty of ice — out of two straws.
“I haven’t had a day like this in years and years,” Bernard said.
“Gee, Bernard, I’ve never had a day like this.”
“I think that you and I are going to be very good friends from now on.”
“I think this is going to play havoc with my sun-tan,” Marlene said.
“I can feel the ache coming back,” Bernard said. They sat next to each other on the couch. He stroked her nipples, pinching them until they were hard, and allowed his hand to rest on the inside of her thigh.
She set the glass down on the varnished wood coffee table on the rug in front of the over-stuffed couch.
“Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass before?” Marlene asked.
Bernard remembered his single experience with anal intercourse.
He had been in high school, going out with a Greek girl.
Some girls gave hand jobs, some sucked guys off, all were afraid of getting knocked up in those days.
Her name had been Melia and her solution to the birth control problem had been to anew guys to fuck her in the ass.
At the time Bernard wanted real pussy and had only fucked Melia once before moving on to something new.
He remembered that a drought followed going out with Melia, a sexual drought, and he had spent a whole summer thinking how much better her asshole had been than his own right hand.
“Never,” he lied.
“Oh, Bernard, I want you in my ass very badly!” she said.
She opened her legs and sighed as she felt Bernard working his middle finger up and down her wet and slippery pussy slash. Her clit grew.
She slipped his finger up inside her cunt and wiggled it around playfully.
Marlene tensed her cunt muscle, squeezing snugly at his finger.
She moved her hand to his cock and squeezed at the shaft, feeling it grow harder and thicker against his palm.
They got off the couch and moved back to the rug.
Michele could feel the tingling in her ass getting very bad.
The yearning in her bowels demanded to be appeased.
She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him, opening her throat to him.
Soon he was hard and erect. He was ready to fuck her ass.
It was impossible to tell that he already had two orgasms under his belt.
Bernard was amazed at his cock’s ability to recharge itself.
It had been years since he had had occasion to get it up for the third time in a single sex session.
He thought about it and wondered if it had ever happened before.
He could count the twofers since he had been married on one hand.
When he was hard Marlene rolled over on her belly and stretched out flat on the soft shag rug. Marlene lazily stretched her arms up over her head. She had to keep her fingers relatively straight even when she made a fist because of her long red fingernails.
She could feel the man’s mouth on the back of her thighs, working up slowly toward her sweet ass.
She tensed and relaxed her ass muscles as she felt his lips on her buttocks.
He began to bite hard at her ass, leaving red marks, and she squirmed with the diving combination of pleasure and pain this caused.
He placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and turned them so that the fingers were pointing inward.
He allowed his fingertips to creep slowly closer to the crack, increasing the pressure, puckering the yielding flesh.
He pulled her buttocks apart as if he were separating the sections of an orange.
The man began to lick enthusiastically at the crack.
He used the flat part of his tongue and drooled. This was on purpose. He wanted her asshole to be all wet and juicy.
“Do you want me to get something to grease you up?” he asked.
“Don’t bother, just smear some of the juice from my pussy on your prick. I want to be able to FEEL you,” she said, closing her eyes, resting her cheekbone on the rug.
He tongued her asshole, which felt very good and made her desire grow rapidly.
He pulled his face away from her ass and got up on his knees.
The little black haired girl pulled her arms back so that her palms were beside her face.
She placed her weight on her elbows and crossed her arms beneath her head.
She got up on her knees and arched her back so that her sweet ass rose in the air, stopping when it was at the appropriate angle for savage buggery.
She could feel Bernard placing three fingers between the swollen inner lips of her pussy. He stroked the walls of her cunt being stretched by the penetration.
He pushed those fingers as deep as he could get them into her twat, twisting them to get them as wet as possible.
He worked the fingers in and out a couple of times before pulled all the way out to smear the accumulated cunt juice on the head of his cock.
He straightened his back and Marlene could feel the tip of his prick touching the right cheek of her ass.
She knew that there would be pain when he pushed that thick rod inside her tight, puckered anus.
But she did not fear the pain in the slightest. She knew that the pain would be all but insignificant compared to the joy of having her third and last hole penetrated by the beautiful magic wand Bernard packed between his muscular thighs.
He placed one hand on each of her buttock and again pulled them apart.
Marlene could feel her asshole opening and closing, again feeling as if it were winking at him.
She shivered and panted as she felt him press his glans between those twin globes of ass flesh, finding her burning sphincter.
He pressed his wet cock head against her wet asshole.
He knew that he was going to have to hold the shaft of his cock to keep the tip from sliding away from the hole until the initial penetration had been accomplished.
Marlene tried as hard as she could to relax the muscles in her ass.
For a long time her asshole did not open and she thought that perhaps they were attempting the impossible.
She worried that it was a matter of physics his prick simply being too thick to fit in her hole.
But then she opened for him and he stabbed forward with his hips.
His cock was thicker than anything that had ever come out of that hole so that her ring of anus muscle was stretched further than it had ever been stretched before.
She could feel her sphincter wrapped around the base of his glans.
He was able to let go of his cock at this point, and he moved both of his hands to the base of her rib-cage.
He dug his fingers into her flesh hard enough to hurt her a little.
He pulled at her body as he pressed forward with his hips, using her as leverage.
She could feel the tip of his cock moving into the soft yielding tissues of her bowels a fraction of an inch at a time.
Bernard grimaced and turned red as he pushed harder, and it seemed like forever before his cock made it all the way inside.
Marlene let out sharp cries of pain as she felt tissues being torn by his probing penis, and she could tell that the man had drawn blood.
Her asshole was wrapped around the base of his cock and she felt stuffed once again with cock meat.
The pain equaled the pleasure, but Marlene enjoyed it all.
She pushed down with the palms of her hand and raised her upper body off of the rug slowly, stopping when only her erect nipples were touching the floor.
The man released his grip on her belly and slid the palms of his hands to her tits squeezing her boobs, loving the way her rock-hard nipples felt against the centers of his palms.
He pushed forward, giving the illusion of sinking deeper, and gyrated his hips, stretching even further at the walls of her inner bowels.
Bernard could feel her sphincter being stretched outward as he drew back with his prick, stopping when only his glans remained inside her. He paused and grabbed her tits very hard, and then thrust forward with his hips once again, and Marlene could tell that her bowels were about to convulse wildly, just as if they had the capability to orgasm on their own.
He fucked her ass, loving the way her spasming muscles felt around his shaft as he moved in and out.
She threw back her head and felt her mouth falling gaping open with her deep anal sexual bliss.
She arched her back as he fucked her faster and faster, and she could tell that his cock was even more slippery than before from the film of blood that was covering it.
Bernard looked down at his cock watching it appear and disappear with the motions of his hips.
He could see that a thick ring of blood was forming at the base of his pole and the whole thing was turning a red, color.
Bernard was ashamed of himself, but he found that he liked the idea that he had drawn blood with his cock.
It was kick. He had never thought of himself as a sadist.
He wondered what it was about this girl that brought out the real beast in him.
He could feel his come churning around inside his scrotum.
His testicles felt very swollen and heavy in the sack.
In spite of the fact that he had already shot his wad twice, his scrotum still looked filled to the brim with fuck juice.
The man removed his hands from her tits and slid his palms over her ribs and belly, seeking her love button.
He could feel the tickle. He knew that he couldn’t fuck for much longer.
The sight of blood had made his groin impatient for release.
He kicked into high gear as he found her engorged clit with the forefinger on his right hand.
He did not bother touching her gently there. He flicked his finger across her little man in the boat hard and fast from the very first stroke.
“FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY HOT ASSSSSS!!!” she screamed.
Marlene sounded like a hissing snake with the final sound.
Marlene felt like she was coming twice at the same time.
Her bowels continued to spasm, and her pussy was filled with joy as he touched her perky love button.
Then he pushed forward hard, ramming all of his cock in her.
Her asshole strained to grip at his cock base.
She could feel his cock convulsing for the third time.
He shot his come, though there wasn’t as much of the thick creamy stuff this time, and howled with his now familiar wounded animal coming sound.
He pulled his bloody cock out of her ass and her face was still contorted even after he had withdrawn.
She stayed on her hands and knees for a long time, her tits bobbing up and down as she caught her breath.
She didn’t think the burning in her butt would ever go away.
Marlene could tell that she was all fucked out. She collapsed onto her belly on the rug and moaned.
She thought that her lust was insatiable. But she felt thoroughly appeased.
She finally rolled over on her back and looked at the handsome man that had just satisfied her incredible lust.
“I have to get something to wipe myself clean,” Bernard said and started to rise to his feet.
The two of them were both covered with sweat and she knew what she wanted to do.
“Let me lick you clean,” she said, giving him a saucy wink.
He thought that it was a splendid idea and returned to his knees while Marlene moved to lick his prick.
On Evergreen Hill MacIntyre pulled a white rag out of his glove compartment and tenderly wiped his semen from Michele’s face.
He kissed her on the lips and said thank you.
“My pleasure,” Michele said. She wanted to go straight back to Aunt Helen’s guest room and jack off.
MacIntyre then pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.
“Did I do okay?” Michele asked sweetly, her voice quivering a bit.
“It was really nice,” MacIntyre said. “But it seems a shame that I get my rocks off and you don’t. It’s not fair.”
“Go slow with me, MacIntyre. I know that you want to enlighten me to all of the joys of the world, but a little girl can’t learn too much at one time. I’m still blown away from what just happened. I mean I can’t believe it.”
“Okay,” MacIntyre said.
He sounded sympathetic and sincere.
He allowed his lips to graze lightly across her cheek and kissed her ear.
The smacking sound he made with his puckered lips sounded very loud since he was so close to her ear-drum.
“I really have to get going,” Michele said. He knew she meant it.
He started up the car and turned it around so he could head back down the hill to the paved country road.
He got her back to her Aunt Helen’s house very quickly, once again flooring it on the open road.
Again the little girl felt the thrill of the speed, and couldn’t wait until she could drive a car so she could race around like that all the time.
She found that Aunt Helen had not woken up while she was gone.
Her chalk message was still there on the blackboard beside the kitchen telephone.
She ran upstairs to her room and locked herself inside.
Her cunt was a soupy mess and she went straight for her clit.
She didn’t even bother to take off her clothes.
She just sprawled on her back in the center of the bed and lifted her ass to hitch down her faded blue jeans and her white cotton panties at the same time.
She dipped her fingers into her drooling honey pot, searching around the top of the slit for the center of her womanly pleasure.
She only had to diddle herself for second before she was bucking and crying from the divine pleasure.
She knew that her orgasm was nothing compared to the sensations she would have received if she had allowed MacIntyre to pop her cherry up on Evergreen Hill.
Bernard and Marlene took a long loving shower together.
They washed each other sensuously, lingering over the erogenous zones.
Bernard had to keep pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
If someone had told him he would spend the day fucking the neighbor girl in all three holes when he got up that morning he would have said they were crazy.
They dried each other off with the bathroom door open to let out the thick steam that had filled the john during the shower.
When the shower was over Marlene put on her bikini, finding the two-pieces right where she had left them on the living room floor.
They paused in the kitchen to kiss and embrace one last time.
Marlene then crossed the Shakey’s backyard, into her own, climbed up on the pool platform and dived into the water.
Bernard stood in front of the sink watching her.
Marlene Parkinson told her very very best friend all of her secrets. She was in a jam. How could she ever tell Michele that she was having an affair with her father?
She hated the idea of keeping secrets from Michele, but she knew that she would never have the courage to confess. She thought that it would hurt Michele.
Being young and compulsive, Marlene felt a light bulb going on over her head.
She snapped her fingers and called up Michele on the telephone.
It was a week later and the girl had finished her stay at her Aunt Helen’s house.
Marlene decided that she would seduce her friend. If she and Michele were lovers it would be easier to talk about the affair she was having with Bernard.
Bernard answered the phone and Marlene used her sexy voice.
It was the middle of the afternoon. Bernard thought that it was a little bold to be calling him while Michele was home.
“Hi,” Marlene said chipperly. “How’s your old meat?”
Bernard stammered a little and said, “Hi, how have you been?”
He sounded phony. Bernard did not like the sound of his voice at all.
“I didn’t call to talk to you silly,” Marlene said with a little giggle. “I’m your daughter’s friend, remember?”
“Ah yes, it seems like an eternity ago,” Bernard said.
“Maybe it was just last week. Is Shelley around?”
“Yeah, I’ll get her.” Bernard could feel his face turning hot as he cupped his hand over the receiver and called out his daughter’s name.
She was upstairs in her bedroom looking at her rock star magazines.
“I’ll pick it up in your room, Daddy,” Michele called out cheerfully.
Michele was anxious to talk to Marlene about her incident with MacIntyre.
She knew that Marlene was the only person in the whole wide world she could tell about the first cock she sucked.
Bernard wanted to express lust and passion to Marlene, but knew that he had to keep his cool. He had never had an affair before and wasn’t used to deception as part of his daily routine.
“‘lo,” Michele said quickly after she heard her father click the receiver downstairs.
“Hey, come over here. Wanna drink some of my old man’s wine?”
Michele wasn’t much of a drinker. In fact she had never been drunk in her entire life.
But she was in the mood to learn. She knew that it would be easier to tell Marlene about MacIntyre if her inhibitions were starting to break down.
“Yeah, okay. I’ve got oodles of things to talk to you about.”
“Me too. It seems like we have a lot of catching up to do.”
Michele hung up ran down the stairs, shouted a careless good-bye to her daddy and ran across the backyards to the Parkinsons’ house.
Marlene was at the back screen door waiting for her and let her into the kitchen.
The two houses were very similar only reversed, since their backs were to one another, and Michele had found that she had no trouble finding anything in the Parkinsons’ house even the first time she had been in it years before.
“I went out with a guy!” Michele said excitedly.
“Who?” Marlene asked, pulling out a bottle of wine.
She filled two glasses with ice and filled both glasses to the brim with the wine.
The drink was a deep red color, the same color that the pretty black-haired girl painted her fingernails and toenails. Michele took a quick sip from the top of her glass and decided that she liked the flavor a great deal.
The wine wasn’t too sweet like the stuff she was usually served at Christmas time, and she thought she would be able to drink a lot of it.
“MacIntyre Symms,” Michele said. “I went for a ride in his convertible.”
“Where did he take you? Did he fuck you?” Marlene asked.
They both gulped at their drinks and Marlene refilled their glasses.
Within minutes the two of them were feeling tipsy. They were in the mood for anything.
“He didn’t fuck me, but I sucked him off,” Michele said.
“Did you swallow it?” Marlene asked. She couldn’t believe that Michele had actually gone out and done it.
Marlene thought that it would be years before her friend would go out with a guy.
She was amazed that Michele Shakey had found the courage.
“Did you like it?” Marlene asked. There was an expression on the black haired girl’s face that Michele had never seen before.
It confused her for a moment, but then she realized that her friend was flirting with her.
There was an expression of lust on Marlene’s face.
Michele thought that Marlene looked very very sexy.
Michele had never thought of herself as bisexual. All of her fantasies up to that point had involved becoming intimate with men.
But she started to think that it would be very nice to roll around in the sack with Marlene.
It must be the wine, she told herself. But the seed had been planted, and Marlene only became bolder.
“Tell me about when you masturbate,” Marlene said. Her voice was deep and throaty a voice usually reserved for her jock boyfriends.
“You really want to know?” Michele said with a giggle.
“I want to know EVERYTHING about you!” Marlene said.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I get naked and lay on the bed with my legs open. Then I touch myself. All over. Gentle like.”
“Show me,” Marlene said. She freshened up their drinks. They were both getting very drunk.
Michele giggled, putting her hand over her mouth.
“Why are you in such a naughty mood today, Marlene?”
“I don’t know. I thought that it would be fun to play doctor.”
“Okay,” Michele said. She didn’t feel like saying no. It sounded like it might be fun.
Michele decided that she had started a new era in her life. She was going to take a good look at MacIntyre’s lecture. She decided that he was right. It was about time she had some fun in her life.
“Are you going to get naked with me?” Michele asked. Her voice was tiny, making her sound like a child.
They had been friends ever since they were little, and their mannerisms indicated a retention of old habits.
“Uh huh,” Marlene said. They stood and moved together in the hall between the kitchen and the living room, only six feet from the stairway that led to their pink love nest.
Marlene placed one hand on Michele’s cheek and the other on her ass.
Drunk, they kissed sloppily, bold with their tongues, drool running down both of their chins at the same time.
Marlene took Michele by the hands and they intertwined their fingers up over their kissing faces.
They rubbed their torsos together, feminine hips grinding, breasts pressed flat, nipples hard and erect.
Their movements were sleek and graceful even in their eagerness to get down to the pink and wet stuff.
They both let out pitiful little whimpering noises of desire as the passionate kiss finally ended.
The tips of their tongues came apart long after their lips.
“Feels so good,” Michele said. “I had no idea that it would feel that good.”
“Think of an of the time we have been wasting, sweetie.”
“Never again. Let’s go up to your room and lock ourselves in.”
“That, my love, is the best idea I have heard all day.”
Their words were slurred and their eyes were a bit glazed.
But they weren’t too fucked-up to feel the aches in their pussies.
Both cunts were becoming engorged rapidly with their horniness.
Their breaths quickened and shortened. They scampered up the stairs like children, hand and hand, innocent in their lust, taking the steps three at a time.
They giggled wildly as they ran into Marlene’s room.
The door was slammed loud and the sound of the hook being put in the locking hoop could be heard from the hall.
Inside the girls were quickly pulling their tee-shirts up over their heads.
Michele’s breasts were larger, but both sets were firm and youthful.
Four erect nipples, two erect clitorises and twin pairs of tingling lips moved together at the foot of the bed once they were naked.
The cunt juices flowed freely. Michele thought that this was all very weird, and things began to get surreal.
The little virgin was not as used to carnal knowledge as her friend, and was in awe of the intimacy she felt.
She knew that they were going to lick each other’s pussies and make each other come.
Michele could feel her salivary gland going berserk as she thought about sticking her tongue into the black haired girl’s dripping honey pot.
They kissed and rubbed their bare bodies together, feeling their pubic patches pressing together.
They both moaned loudly and moved their hands to the other’s ass.
Fingers rolled through ass flesh. Cheeks were parted.
Cracks were explored and asshole were delicately massaged.
Both anuses were wet and slippery from the plentiful lubrication dripping from their swollen pussy slits.
“Let’s get on the bed,” Marlene said. “Get on your back. I want to kiss you allover. I even want to kiss your smelly parts.”
Michele giggled and she could feel the hot ache in her cunt get worse.
Their was a great pressure throughout her loins, and she could feel her clit peeking out from beneath its foreskin.
She moved quickly to the bed and sprawled with the back of her head resting on Marlene’s single foam rubber pillow.
She opened her legs as far as she could, feeling both her buttocks and the lips of her swollen poontang parting in the process.
Marlene sprawled on her belly at Michele’s side and began to kiss the side of her neck.
She quickly worked her mouth down to Michele’s breasts and took the right nipple into her mouth.
She licked and sucked at that nipple at the same time, making Michele squirm on the bed.
“BITE! BITE! BITE!” Michele called out, thrashing her head from side to side, her fair skin turning red as her muscles tightened and her jaw clenched.
Marlene got her teeth on Michele’s erect nipple and began to nip at it lightly with her pearly-whites.
Marlene began to tug at both nipples, one with her teeth, the other with a pinching thumb and forefinger.
Michele could tell that she was making a wet spot on Marlene’s bedspread, and assumed correctly that this was not an uncommon happening.
Michele figured that Marlene’s cunt juices were getting on her bedspread all the time, now that she knew her friend was so much like herself when it came to physical desire.
“Oh, God, it feels so GOOOOD!” Michele screamed.
Her voice was a high-pitched wail and filled the room.
Michele didn’t care if the whole world knew about her lust.
She would have hung a banner out the window saying, “I NEED TO COME!” but she didn’t have time to think about it.
Marlene allowed both nipples to snap back into place and rolled them at the same time between her fingers.
She massaged the tits with her hands, straining and failing to hold all of the breast flesh in her parted fingers.
She kissed in between those tits and the licked her way down to the little girl’s dimpled navel.
She stuck her tongue into the bellybutton boldly.
Michele let out a moan and moved her hips sensuously.
Michele was finding it increasingly difficult to keep still.
Her pussy felt as if it were filled with crawling insects of desire.
She couldn’t help but gyrate and writhe with her lust.
Marlene kissed the soft warm flesh of Michele’s abdomen.
She tugged at the chestnut patch of pubies with her teeth.
Michele lifted her right leg so Marlene could get her face between her patted thighs.
Marlene could see that Michele had a lot more pubic hair than she did.
It ran down along the sides of her vulva and was thick in between the cheeks of her creamy ass, especially around her puckered asshole.
Michele could feel her natural lubrication rolling down the crack of her ass in a steady flow.
She could smell the sweet scent of her emerging womanhood wafting to her nostrils from her soaked delta.
“EAT IT!” Michele called out, her lips quivering as they pulled back tight over her teeth.
She contorted her facial features into a grimace of pain, closing her eyes, wrinkling the lids.
She could feel tears of joy welling up in her eyes as Marlene began to lick her swollen outer labia.
Marlene placed her fingertips on the outer lips and pulled them as far apart as they would go.
She flicked the tip of her tongue up and down rapidly, exploring the folds of flesh between the inner and outer lips.
She got the tip of her tongue between Michele’s inner lips and stiffened it so she could penetrate.
She could feel the tip of her tongue touching the cherry.
She smiled inwardly as she felt the intact hymen.
She pressed until the maidenhead was taut from the tension.
Marlene then lightly pulled the sheath of flesh above the clitoris away from Michele’s feminine erection.
She licked upward to the point where her inner lips came together, finding the love button with her tongue’s tip.
She began to flick back and forth lightly, and Michele began to let out a series of sharp cries of pleasure.
Michele could feel the explosions starting.
Her pussy began to spasm, pulsating wildly with joy.
She could feel her clit being battered back and forth.
Marlene treated the love button as if it were a small punching bag.
The climax rolled up Michele’s spine to her reeling brain.
It was the best orgasm she had ever had — by far.
Michele could tell right away that being touched by another was a zillion times better than touching herself.
Marlene pressed the little man in the boat flat against the base of Michele’s moving pubic bone. The little chestnut haired girl was bucking up and down, and Marlene had to move her head to avoid getting her nose smashed.
Marlene puckered her lips and pressed them against the ballooning flesh surrounding the convulsing clitoris.
She began to suck, and Michele could feel her love button being drawn blissfully into Marlene’s mouth.
Marlene found that she could suck on the spasming clit and flick the tip of her tongue across it at the same time.
Just when Michele thought that the ripples of pleasure were bound to die down, she could feel that sucking bringing them all the way up to full intensity once again, and she thought she was going to faint.
“CCOOMMIINNGG!!” Michele hollered, but Marlene had already figured that part out, being a smart girl.
Marlene sucked very hard, drawing in her cheeks.
She did this until Michele collapsed on the bed.
Michele’s breasts heaved up and down with her panting.
Her pink skin had become wet and shiny with sweat during her come.
There was a straight row of perspiration beads across her forehead. Her eyes were filled with the tears that had welled during her climax.
Marlene pulled her face slowly out of Michele’s cunt, giving the slash a series of delicate kisses, making tiny smacking noises.
Michele could feel the most wonderful glow filling her lower torso.
She felt like she wanted to lie in that position forever.
Any thought of crossing her legs just then would have seemed absurd.
Michele blinked a couple of times so she could focus her eyes on her new lover’s pretty face.
She could see that Marlene’s lips were wet from her natural lubrication as well as the black haired girl’s drool.
“That was so very nice,” Michele said. “I had no idea it could be like that. I didn’t know that it was possible to feel something that good. I guess you learn something every day. You look so beautiful. I want to kiss you all over now.”
“Ummm,” Marlene said. “Lick my face clean.”
Michele was anxious to lick the sticky juices from her lover’s lips.
Marlene moved up on the bed so that she was sprawled on her belly directly on top of Michele.
Her legs were between Michele’s parted thigh, and their pubic patches were pressed tightly together.
They moved their upper torsos, kissing only with their nipples.
Marlene could feel her pussy aching wildly as Michele began to lap happily at her lips and chin with the flat part of her tongue.
This turned naturally into a passionate kiss that lasted a long time.
The girls rolled on the bed, almost falling off, so that Michele was on top.
Michele sucked on Marlene’s nipples and worked her way slowly and lovingly down toward the near bald honey pot.
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