"Yes. B for bastard."
"Open up; I'll surprise you."
"Get lost, Brad," Angie said impatiently. "I know it's you. I saw you through the curtain. You'd better leave or I'll call the police."
Angie stood behind the door and listened. The footsteps moved around on the porch a little, then they seemed to walk away. She smiled to herself and went back to her room.
The excitement at the door had spoiled her contented mood. The book and the chocolates and Salome had lost their appeal. Her mind strayed hopelessly. The slightest sound interrupted her reading. The wind sighed in the trees and sounded ineffably sad. The house creaked. Loneliness seemed to creep out of its gloomy corners and sit watching her.
"My parents have been going out Friday nights for a long time," Angie told Salome. "I've never felt this frightened before."
She hugged the cat to her and listened for the next noises.
When she heard the doorbell ring again, she felt almost relieved. She padded down the hall to the front door.
Angie called out. "I'm going to count to ten. If you're not gone by then, I'll call the police, Brad."
"I'm not Brad," a muffled voice called back.
"Who is it?" Angie sneaked around to the window but the person was standing close to the front door and out of her range of vision.
"Doug," the voice said indistinctly.
"Who?" Angie called. The voice didn't sound like him.
"Doug," the voice said a little clearer.
The tone was funny. Maybe he's been smoking pot, Angie thought. Or maybe he's been drinking. The desire to tell him off good overcame her.
"You don't think I've forgiven you already, do you?" Angie ranted.
The second she opened the door a foot stepped in the crack. Angie looked up into Brad's grinning face.
"But you have already forgiven me, remember?" Brad said laughing.
Angie threw her body against the door violently, hoping to crush the foot.
"Angie, what's the matter with you?"
"I've changed my mind," she shouted angrily. "Go away."
Brad pushed the door open wider. He stepped inside and grabbed her. She kicked and scratched and bit him.
"No, you're not changing your mind," Brad said decisively. He struggled with her down the hallway to her bedroom. He threw her on the floor and held her down. He pulled off his pants and shorts. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled it hard until tears started in her eyes.
"Now kneel," he commanded, "we're going to take a little ride."
Brad pushed her body forward. Angie's weight fell on her forearms; her buttocks swung high in the air. Brad threw her robe and nightie over her head. His eyes drank in the sight of her ivory-colored fleshy cheeks, with the dark slit in the middle. Like a peach, he thought, as he ran his hands over the soft skin on each side. So soft. He slid a finger lightly down the slit, past the pink puckered anus, and felt her slightly open vaginal mouth.
No, no, no! Angie's mind screamed. I don't want to anymore. What if Mother finds out? Doug was right. Why hadn't she listened to him? She should stop having sex. It was too dangerous.
"Please," Angie begged. "Let me go, Brad. I don't want to anymore. My mother'll kill me if she finds out."
"You enjoy it," Brad said. "You were made for it. Besides, I need it tonight."
Brad's hands played over her warm, soft buttocks. He leaned over and licked her vaginal opening with soft light butterfly touches. He could feel it convulse under his touches. He kept licking faster.
Angie gasped loudly. Excitement ran through her blood. She could feel her vagina begin to burn with desire. I don't want to, she thought. But her heated young body ignored her mind. Her hips rocked involuntarily.
"Oh, please stop!" she begged. All the while she plead, her body swayed with desire. Pleasure, beginning in her vagina, traveled through her body and erupted from her mouth as groans of delight. "Mmmmm! Mmmm." Her groans turned into incoherent sounds of animal-like pleasure. It's wrong of me to love this, she told herself. But I can't help myself! Something must be wrong with me, to enjoy it so much. Why can't my body listen to my mind and stop? But it didn't. It smoldered with desire. Her body rocked back and forth.
"Can't wait, huh?" Brad said with satisfaction. "Don't worry. I'll give you the fuck of your life."
Bitch! Trying to keep him out. Go back on her word. He'd get even. You're going to be rocking those hips out of joint, pleading for me, he thought. His hand cupped her soft, hair covered loins.
The pressure of his hand over her sensitive vaginal lips and the hotness of his hand generated more heat which passed into her body and, in turn, generated sensual heat. Angie closed her legs tightly around his arm and wiggled her body, trying to get rid of the torturing hand.
Above the sound of his heavy breathing, Angie heard footsteps. Her parents! Omigod! She wanted to scream but no noise came. She couldn't think. She couldn't get up out of this degrading position. They'd see her! What would they say? What would they do? A heavy weight grew in her heart.
The bedroom door flung open and two boys ran in. She recognized Jim and Scott, two friends of Brad's. Quick relief that it wasn't her parents was followed by shame that two boys she knew at school should see her like this. Her naked buttocks waving sensuously in the air. See her private parts.
"Hey! Look at that!" Jim pointed a finger right at Angie and burst out laughing.
Angie closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped onto the floor. She wished she'd die. She felt herself fainting. Her body began to relax.
"Hey, you fucking bitch! Come alive," Brad screeched angrily. He slapped her hard on one of her buttocks.
The stinging slap brought her to. Confused thoughts fought for possession of Angie's will. She shouldn't do this. This hateful mockery of sex. Yet she had to. Because she wasn't strong enough to resist. To get away.
Brad laughed. He uncupped his hand over her vaginal lips and his fingers probed them to get inside, to find her clitoris. The slippery flesh of her rubbery lips began to turn more solid. His fingers found the little pronged clitoris. Lightly, like butterfly wings, his fingers stroked the limp hook. She felt it harden under his touch.
Angie's body twitched fretfully, searing electric shocks coursed through her body at his touches. Her vaginal area began to burn. She tried to remember that the two other boys were watching. That she didn't want to get hot and lose all control, but her mind began whirling. She couldn't remember. All she was aware of was the fingers, leaving hot trails of desire behind them. Her engorged clitoris, sending hot trails of passion through her body. The burning sensation deepened, penetrated her vagina. The walls shuddered, eager for action, and dripped with lubrication. The vagina was ready and waiting.
Brad's penis arched proudly erect. It's engorged head flamed. Purposely he pressed it against her buttocks as he leaned over her and began teasing her pink nipples with his fingers. They were already hard and erect. He kneaded her soft, jello-y breasts until they turned firm under his touch.
By this time, Angie was breathing heavily. Long, helplessly pleasurable moans came from her open mouth. Her pelvis undulated rhythmically in front of Brad's face. The muscles in her buttocks flexed and unflexed, making dimples in her cheeks then unmaking them. Her mother was forgotten. The boys. Her resolution. Her whole body writhed sensually. Her whole body wanted to. Overwhelming desire to be filled and to be released. Her buttocks began pushing backwards against Brad's penis, demanding fulfillment.
Jim and Scott watched Brad manipulating Angie's body. Excitement raced through their young waiting cocks when they saw her body respond.
Jim stuck an elbow into Scott's ribs. "Wow! Get a load of that!"
Scott's eyes couldn't pop out of his head anymore than they already were. "I'm ready. I'm ready." He tore his pants and shorts down; his penis stood up like a tree trunk.
Brad's pleasure mounted as he watched her flexing buttocks first hide then reveal her open, already wet vagina. He could see the vaginal muscles press outward. The soft, hair lined vaginal lips were flowered open and flaming red. The sight of them excited him; his hardened penis engorged even more. The head flamed a dull purplish-red. It felt like it was ready to burst. He held the shaft horizontally and teased her vaginal opening with his large leaden head. At the first touch, Angie's lusty open vagina lunged backwards greedily and impaled itself on the hardened cock, swallowing it all at once.
The soft, smothering grip of her vaginal walls on his penis shook Brad to the core. Turbulent passion whipped through him. Both their bodies swung into action. Uncontrollably they flailed against each other, uttering incoherent cries. Neither heard Scott shout, "Save a little for me!"
Angie pounded her buttocks hard against Brad. She felt his hard rod pound deeper and deeper into her. She wanted it. She wanted more of it! Her body fought against his. To be stuck together. Permanently. Her vaginal walls hardened and clasped his whole penis, straining to keep it. The walls ravished themselves and they ravished the penis.
Their bodies locked hard into position. Brad felt his penis jerk into life and pump his burning semen deep into her wildly quivering belly. Brad's mind fragmented. He let out anguished cries of joy.
Angie gasped when the pressurized semen beat against her uterus, spewing the hot, boiling sperm all over the walls. Unbearable pleasure staccatoed back and forth with delicious pain. She couldn't bear it! She uttered loud cries. Then her mind sank down, down, down. She passed out momentarily.
Brad's penis deflated and slipped out of her vagina. He dropped his body wearily beside hers. He was sated.
Angie's body had collapsed in a heap like a rag doll. Scott ran to her, concerned. "Don't give out on me, baby!" He straightened her body, pulling her legs apart.
Angie was only half aware of what he was doing to her. She felt an arm slip under her stomach. It tried to lift her but she was too relaxed for him to get a good grip. She felt the two hands exploring her nakedness. They seemed far away at first; gradually they left nerve-tingling trails in their wake. A hand cupped a breast, tantalizing a nipple. Burning sensations whipped down to her vagina and clogged there, re-activating her passion. When she felt the hard head of a penis rub against her thighs, her pelvis started working up and down.
"Hey, look at this, you guys," Scott ceased tormenting her body to gaze in appreciation at her sensual body. It shone with sweat. The dim lamp light reflected off her pert firm breasts, her rounded hips. "She's insatiable!"
Angie's pelvis stopped flexing. Scott leaned over and slipped his big cock between her buttocks. It disappeared into her wet, slippery vagina easily. The vaginal walls covered it like a glove, giving him a pleasurable jolt. His body crushed full length over hers. Each of his hands slipped under her hips and pressed her pelvis up against his as he see-sawed across her body. Her soft buttocks jiggled against his energetic penis. His body slapped loudly down on hers.
Jim watched Scott's penis pop in and out of sight, making loud sucking sounds in her open vagina. His own penis, already standing stiff, began to burn.
"Screw her, man!" he urged Scott excitedly.
Angie's body came to life again. Excitement drove her to bang her body back against Scott's. She angled her pelvis off the floor, straining to enclose his long, lust-hardened cock. Excited animal-like cries escaped from her lips. Their bodies rocked back and forth madly. Faster and faster until they rocked to a standstill. She uttered a sharp cry like a wounded bird. The pressure of his semen spurting against her uterus sent her into ecstasy. She pressed her vaginal walls hard against his penis, trying to hold it.
"Oooo. Oooo. It's so good," she moaned passionately.
When Scott relaxed his exhausted body on hers, his limp penis slipped out. He rolled his body onto the floor and curled up and rested.
"Now it's my turn!" Jim cried.
Angie rolled over on her back. Ohh, that floor was so hard! Her muscles ached all over. She held her arms out to Jim. "Not here. On the bed."
Jim's eyes appreciated the firm bouncing breasts, the soft belly, and the hairy delta at the junction of her thighs.
"Anything to make it easier," he said enthusiastically.
He lifted her off the floor, carried her in his arms over to the bed. He threw himself down on the mattress, still holding her in his arms. They rolled around laughing, feeling each other up. Teasing each other's bodies. Angie wrestled with him enticingly, caressing his penis fleetingly. Their wild cries, heavy breathing, and warm breath on their skin excited them. Jim clamped his mouth on hers and kissed her soundly. Their tongue explored each other's mouths.
Angie felt happy and free. Mom doesn't know what she's talking about. Sex is fun. The most exciting game I know of. As long as I relax and kid these guys along. Take each one as he comes, everything will turn out al right. Thank heavens they don't dip their wick, cum, and get out. Boom, boom, boom is no fun. You've got to take time. Play around. Burn a little before you light the fuse. Then you really get a bang! Ah, I waited so long for my life to begin. Now it has. I love it. Fucking is fun!
Jim's tongue filled her mouth, poking far in and stirring up excitement deep within her body. Angie threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly to her. She ran her hands down his back.
Jim pulled away. He kissed hungrily down her throat onto a breast. He sucked noisily on a tit.
Desire raced through her body again. Her body moved fretfully, wiggling and arching against his. She slid her body under him, pressing her pelvis against his. She felt his heavy penis pressing against her legs, then flopping against her stomach. Her body undulated sensuously.
She breathed deeply. "It's sooo good. So good!"
Jim enjoyed tantalizing her. How long should he wait to go in? He hadn't had enough experience to know. She couldn't be ready so soon!
Angie flipped completely. She couldn't wait. She could feel the fleshy rod of hardened flesh flopping between their bodies. She reached down, grabbed it, and pushed it down her to vagina. It sloshed inside, making wet sucking noises. She pushed her body up against its hard length, lifting her pelvis completely off the mattress. Her pelvis ground savagely against his. Her pleasure grew.
She gasped, "Uh, uh, uh."
Jim screwed deep into her. God, he thought. He'd drown in her. What a hot little wench! She could take on an army. He pounded her body into the mattress as hard as he could. His penis burned to go deep and deeper into her. His body moved faster, more rhythmically. He caught his breath. It was coming! He couldn't hold it! Uncontrollable spurts. Two, three rapturous spurts far, far up into her squirming little belly.
Their bodies locked together in a rigid embrace. She wrapped her legs tightly over his back, jealously holding him in. Preserving the passion between them. Too soon it ebbed. Emptied of its load the limp penis slipped out. Their minds stopped whirling and their bodies relaxed.
The excitement past, Jim kissed Angie delicately on the cheek. "Thanks, baby," he whispered in her ear.
"Come on, Romeo," Brad demanded, slapping Jim hard on his naked ass. "It's my turn."
Reluctantly Jim rolled off of Angie.
Angie felt it was degrading to be used like this, passed from boy to boy. As Brad was settling between her thighs her lust-dazed mind tried to form a protest. But as soon as Brad's stiff cock slipped into her swollen vagina, filled her deliciously, and began to stroke excitingly, all thought of protest vanished. Her pelvis pushed up, eager for stimulation. She groaned aloud with pleasure as Brad's initial thrust sank his stiff cock balls-deep, and, in only a moment, the two bodies were churning in unison.
The night wore on but the four sensualists didn't tire of their games. They played with each other, exciting and re-exciting themselves. Their young bodies, so lethargic when it came to carrying out the garbage, were bursting with sexual energy and re-heated time and time again. They couldn't seem to get sated.
When they finally left, they left because the hour was late and Angie's parents would be coming home.
"See you next week," Angie said at the door with a dreamy smile. "All of you!"
"See you," they called back happily.