Connie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom and examined herself carefully. The teenager wasn't sure what she was looking for; she was just curious. Both boys and full-grown men became excited at the sight of her, and they all wanted to do dirty things to her. She wanted to know why. Maybe a good long look at herself would give her some answers.
She was nude but for her panties, a tiny triangle of white lace at her crotch. Her tits hung heavy but high on her chest, golden and luscious, separated slightly by their weight. Her nipples stuck up high, as usual, tough brown buttons that looked as though they should have ornaments dangling from them. Her pretty navel winked back at her from the center of her flat, golden belly.
Well, I'm certainly built sexily, she admitted, stroking her fingers down her thighs. But then, so were lots of girls her age. There must be something else about her that made men want to drop their pants at the sight of her, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She stepped closer to the mirror and stared into her eyes.
Maybe that was it. Maybe it was the innocence in her face. She had the body of a full-grown woman and the face of a young teenager. It might be the combination of the two things that drove men crazy. Maybe they wanted to spoil her innocence, to corrupt her or something, make her feel dirty. Why else had Mel Hastings wanted to jack off into her face?
She took one more look into her blue eyes, then stepped back from the mirror. The flash of pale lace at her crotch caught her attention, and she slowly hooked both her thumbs under the elastic waistband at her hips. She forced downwards, and the white triangle slid lower, inch by inch, revealing a sliver, then a whole swath of bristling blonde pubic hair.
There sure was a lot of hair down there, she thought, easing her panties farther and farther down her hips. It had all sprouted almost overnight, too. One day she'd had no hair at all down there, her pussy had been completely clear, just like when she was a little girl. Then, in a matter of days – well, weeks, anyway – the great blonde bush had grown. And her pussy seemed to have changed with it.
She had the panties down off her crotch completely now, stretched tight between the tops of her slender thighs. Connie sat on the bed, still in front of the mirror, and placed her fingers on each of her pulpy outer cunt lips. She massaged her fingers around, then pried her cunt lips apart at the same time. She stared into the mirror, fascinated.
Ragged hunks of pink pussy tissue burst out from between the hairy slabs of her outer cunt lips. There was a weird oval of skin, like a mouth turned on end, and on top of this a swollen button of pink flesh. More slices of raw meat oozed out, like petals of some exotic plant. And the whole mass started to gleam brightly, dampened by her warm cunt juice.
"Connie, your date's here," a voice called out from the foot of the stairs. It was her father. He always sounded as though he thought she had no business having dates at her age.
She tensed at the sound of the voice but stayed where she was, gazing into her blossoming cunt, her panties stretched between her knees. She called out that she'd be right down, trying to make her voice sound normal. Then, slowly, she dipped a finger into the depths of her pussy, wriggled it around, forced it deep. She shivered and sighed raptly.
God, what was happening to her? She'd never taken such an intense interest in her body before. Was she turning into a sex-fiend, or what? Up until a few days ago, she'd never had anything much to do with sex at all. Since then, she'd done all kinds of dirty things with three different males. And now there was this new date to consider.
She'd thought a lot about her experiences of the past few days, and she'd come to the conclusion that grown men didn't seem to know any more about romance than boys her own age. As a result, she'd decided to accept a date with Gary Hehns, a boy only one grade ahead of her, even though he rode a motorcycle and had a reputation as a troublemaker. Surely she couldn't get herself in any more trouble with Gary than she had with her two teachers?
She slipped out of her panties, then into a bikini. Gary had said something about riding up to the lake to catch some sun. Then she pulled on a halter-top and cut-offs. She applied makeup quickly, brushed her hair, and bounded downstairs to relieve poor Gary of her parents' disapproving company. They never liked her going out with boys; they just never had the gall to say she couldn't.
She hustled Gary out of the house and, in minutes, they were speeding out to the lake on his huge motorcycle. He didn't tell her what he thought of her parents, and she didn't ask. All he told her was how to hold onto him as they rode. About that, he was very specific. He even placed her hands on his lower belly the way he said he liked them.
"Are you sure I should be holding you so low down?" she asked innocently as the peeled out along the lake highway. She could feel the heat of his bulging crotch below her fingers.
"Sure, I'm sure. Just hold on tight. In case of an emergency, just grab my hard-on, and you can't go wrong. If we're hurt, at least I'll enjoy it." He roared with laughter and revved up the motorcycle. The wind whipped through Connie's hair.
Once at the lake, Gary didn't waste much time. He parked the bike in a secluded spot near the water's edge, in amongst thick clumps of trees. Then he stripped off his motorcycle gear, winked at her lewdly, and plunged naked into the cool lake. Connie caught sight of his long, pale cock swinging between his legs as he ran.
He yelled for her to join him, and she smiled weakly. She peeled off her halter-top and cutoffs, but hesitated to go any further. She stood there in her string bikini for a moment, then loped down to the water and plunged in after him. The freshness of the water took her breath away.
"How come you left the bikini on?" he wondered, swimming up alongside her and snaking his arm around her tiny waist. "You shy, or what?"
"A little," she admitted. "We don't know each other very well."
He was forcing his naked body against her, and she could feel the solid pole of his cock rubbing her thighs.
"Actually that bikini's so fucking sexy, I almost wish you would keep it on," he wheezed. "The way it makes your tits hang out and everything… but there's no need to be shy with me. You'll see."
As if to prove his point, he slipped his hand under the hip-string of her bikini bottoms and into her bushy pubic hair. He separated the outer lips of her pussy and lunged two fingers into her cunt before she could resist. He began driving his fingers back and forth in her already greasy fuck-hole.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Connie gasped. She'd suddenly gone weak, and she had to curl her arm around his shoulder for support.
"You like that? That feel nice?" he asked, leering. He swirled his fingers around as if he had them deep in a honey pot.
"Mmmfff!" answered Connie. Here we go again, she thought. The guys she came in contact with lately sure didn't waste much time getting right down to it, did they?
"What do you say we skip the swim and head back to the beach?" he suggested, snuggling his mouth up against her ear. "I mean, we could give it a try out here in the water, but we might drown ourselves in the process."
Connie didn't say anything. She let herself be tugged to the shore, then hauled up the beach. Gary took his hand from her bikini bottoms long enough to guide her back to the shade of the big bike. Droplets of water clung to her golden skin, making her glisten. Her corkscrew blonde hair dripped sexily. Her tiny bikini seemed to have shrunk.
"I got kind of a weird idea," he continued. "Come over here to the bike."
Connie had expected him to lay her out on the sand but, instead, he was pulling her toward the low-slung motorcycle. He had her lift up her leg to straddle the machine, as if she were about to ride it. Once he had her astride the saddle, he undid the string of her bikini bottom at the hip, the peeled off the wet triangle.
"What are we doing?" she wondered aloud, twisting her head around to look at him. The wide leather saddle felt weird and exciting between her outspread legs.
"You'll see," he teased, pulling her back towards him. "Lie down on the bike. Squish your tits against it. Lower, lower."
Connie did as she was told, and he quickly undid the string at her back so that the wet bikini harness fell away from her tits. Her full tit globes hung down freely like ripe melons. She mashed them into the motorcycle saddle as he told her, wondering what the hell he was up to. Was he going to try to fuck her, or what?
"What a gorgeous little ass you got, sugar," he grunted. Gary had taken his long, pale cock in his hand, and he was pumping it slowly, bringing it to full stiffness.
But suddenly, he stopped playing with his cock and came up close behind her. He gripped her hips, tugged her back so that her legs were scissored on each side of the rear of the machine. He lodged his cock in her ass crack, then began driving it up and down between her lush little ass cheeks.
It was going to be just like in the store room at school with Mr. Dean, Connie thought. He was going to fuck her from behind while she was straddling his motorcycle. But no, he was nudging his cockhead against the puckered circle of her asshole. He was settling in there.
He was forcing forward.
He couldn't be! Yes, he was! He was trying to fuck her up the ass with that long, pale cock of his.
"Shit, this is gonna be fun. I've always wanted to ass-fuck someone on the back of this thing," he crowed. He was mauling her pretty ass cheeks in his hands, prying them apart to make room for his bulging prick. The circle of her asshole was growing wider under all the pressure.
"What are you going to do?" she asked foolishly. She was caressing the huge teardrop gas tank of the machine.
"I'm going to fuck you up the ass, little girl," he crowed. "I'm going to shove every last inch of my cock up that sweet, girlish little ass of yours."
He was pressing harder, and the satin head of his cock was stabbing into the widened chamber of her asshole. It went in surprisingly easily, he thought, and he pressed on without hesitation. He was sure she'd take to assfucking with no problem at all. Her asshole was sucking him in eagerly. Inch after inch of hardened prick vanished between her pale ass cheeks.
"Ungh! Ungh!" Connie moaned. This couldn't be happening, she thought. He couldn't actually be boring his long cock into her asshole. People just didn't do such things.
"It's going so easy! You must have done this before, huh?" He grinned. Already, half his cock had slid into Connie's sucking asshole. Her pretty ass cheeks were molded around his piercing prick tightly.
"What are you doing? Ungh! What, ohhhhhh!" Connie groaned.
She was so confused. The blonde felt so ridiculous stretched out on the bike like that, a cock halfway up her ass. Now did she get herself into these situations? In not one of her sexy adventures over the past few days had she been made love to in a bed by someone romantic. She was always standing up, or kneeling, or stretched out like this.
"Feel it go! Feel my cock go all the way up your ass!" Gary sneered. He was prying her ass cheeks wide apart so that he could watch the progress of his cock. His prickshaft was all inside her now, except for the final two inches. The puckered ring of her asshole was stretched as far as it would go.
"Ohhh, my God! Ohhh, my God!" Connie whimpered. It felt so strange, his cock going into her like that, like someone was shoving a baseball bat up her ass.
He inched forward a little more, and his wiry crotch hair crinkled against her pale, smooth ass cheeks. His cock was buried in her shitter all the way. He paused a second, took a deep breath, then began lunging back and forth in her, fucking her ass as hard as he could. His prick slid in and out of her asshole much more easily than he would have thought.
"You're doing it! You're fucking me up the ass!" she pealed as her body thrust forward again and again on the leather saddle. Her nipples were rubbing against the rough surface, and growing long and hard. She was becoming more and more excited as he rammed his cock into her.
He circled her tiny waist with his large hands, holding her still while he forced cock into her. He watched as the pale pole of his prick slid out of her tight fuckhole, shined in the afternoon light a moment before plunging back into the depths of her shitter. Each time he drove forward, his cock disappeared completely between her ass cheeks.
"I… don't… believe… it…" Connie grunted, a fine film of sweat forming on her forehead. "It… feels… so… weird."
"Believe it, little girl. I bet that candy-ass, Bobby, never fucked you up the asshole, did he?" Gary said. "I bet he never had the guts to ass-fuck you, did he?"
Connie didn't answer. Gary didn't sound like he needed an answer. He was gloating, thinking how great he was because he was assfucking the girl Bobby Turner had been dating for all those weeks. Connie was thinking of Bobby, too, for the first time in many days. Gary was probably right. Bobby would never have suggested that she let him do something like this. The time she'd jacked him off in his car seemed like so long ago.
"Shit, he doesn't know what he's missing!" Gary moaned. "Suck a sweet little girl ass! Just made for hard cock!"
He was lunging into her more harshly now, if that were possible. He was ramming against her ass cheeks and making them joggle. His balls swung back and forth between his legs. He was aware of the heavy load of cream inside them and how close he was getting to the edge. He sliced his cock in and out of her viciously, burying his cockhead deep inside her.
"I'm gonna come!" he announced suddenly. "I'm gonna shoot all my cum up your asshole!"
Connie clung to the bike and tried not to lose her balance. She waited for what she knew was coming and found herself wondering what it would feel like. She'd gotten used to the long, hard cock inside her asshole by now. In fact, the girl had decided she rather liked it. It wasn't really unpleasant. It was just different.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" he grunted. He drove his cock up her asshole one more time, and his orgasm exploded, splattering heavy globs of jizz deep inside her. Once, twice, three times, his cock expanded, trembled, then spat out a thick knot of jism.
"Ohhh, my God. Ohhh, my God," Connie murmured. She felt so helpless, spread eagled there on the bike, her thighs split wide, her ass cheeks cranked apart.
Jism fired off up her ass, sizzling her shitter. It belched out in thick gobs, clogging her passage and greasing it for his lunging cock. White cream oozed out the tight ring of her asshole, clinging to his stiffened prick. It drooled down her ass crack and seeped into her wide-open cunt below.
"Spread 'em wide! Gotta get in there deep!" Gary grunted. Each time he plunged forward, his balls smacked into the wet gash of her oozing cunt.
And more and more jism poured out from his cock, backed up and slid from her reddened asshole. It was dribbling in heavy streams now, over the pink, pulpy flesh of her pussy, making her cuntlips shine brightly. It dripped down onto the bike saddle, making the leather gleam.
"So much stuff! So much stuff!" Connie groaned. She certainly seemed to bring out the best in the guys she fucked. They couldn't stop shooting jism into her.
He blasted another load up her shitter. And another. Hot pellets of cum were spurting deep inside her raw asshole. But at last, he was drained. Gary hauled out his cock, wedging it between her ass cheeks, letting it drip goo into the small of her back. He humped it back and forth gently, gazing down at his swollen prickhead.
Cum flowed freely from her asshole now in a pale, whitish stream.