Melissa was pacing the floor, waiting for Grant to come over. She’d made the date with him during lunch. She barely remembered what she’d said. But there was one thing-he’d seemed to be really hot for her bod now. No more of those silly fears he’d knock her up.
That lit her fire. She wanted his prick so badly she almost raped him right there in the cafeteria. It’d been a real strain to keep from sneaking under the table and taking out his prick and sucking on it.
But she didn’t want to scare him off.
Grant was a little shy and seemed to spook easily. The last thing in the world she wanted was to frighten him so much he’d chicken out and not even come over that night.
With both Sara and Jon out on the town, the girl felt safe in having the boy over. They’d have the house to themselves and could fuck in complete privacy.
She shivered a little thinking about what it would be like. Never had she gotten this horny before. Thinking on it, she wondered if it might not be due partly to seeing her mother and Jon fucking their brains out. That stud was so well-hung it made her satiny arms rough with gooseflesh.
That cock!
And to have it drilling deep in her cunt. She tried to force that out of her mind. She hated the guy. He could say good morning in such a way that she wanted to claw his eyes out. But, Christ, what a lay he was! Nervously, Melissa looked at the clock and saw it was still ten minutes
before she’d told Grant to drop in. She smoothed nonexistent wrinkles in her skintight jeans, unbuttoned another button on her blouse and critically studied herself in the hall mirror.
Not too bad, she thought. She pulled her shoulders back a faction of an inch, watching how
her tits pressed hard against the thin fabric of her blouse. The tiny bumps that were her nipples grew as she studied them.
She was getting hot just looking at herself in the mirror!
Opening the neck of her blouse a little more gave a clear view of her white, melon-like boobs. The surge of flesh was enough to make any red-blooded male get a hard-on. And that was exactly what she wanted most from Grant-a hard-on.
She twitched a little watching the effect. Her jugs swayed with youthful grace tracing out an invisible figure eight pattern. She took a deep breath and smiled when those lovely knockers of hers obeyed her unconscious wishes. They shivered to and fro in the most delightful manner she could think of.
Turning, she swayed down the hallway. Looking back over her shoulders, she was happy to see her ass rotating at just the right speed. She wiggled her ass a bit more but didn’t like the result. It was too artificial. And she didn’t want to run Grant off by making him think she was out to seduce him. She was, of course, but she must let him think it was all his idea.
Melissa jumped a foot when the doorbell rang. Grant!
She ran, her tits swaying. At the door before opening it, she carefully made sure her tits were in
just the right position. A swell of silky white titflesh poked up and out of her blouse. Right on!
"Evening, Grant. Come on in."
For a moment, she thought he was going to stand on the doorstep all night long. Or even worse, run like hell. His face was a little white. Maybe with shock at seeing such a seductive sight.
"What’s wrong, Grant?" she asked innocently. Her heart was racing. She wanted him so badly! She couldn’t blow it right now!
"I a… uh, nothing, Melissa. Nothing." He wiped perspiration from his upper lip and went into the house. He closed the door and then said, "W-we have the house all to ourselves?"
"Yes, my mother’s gone out. Won’t be back till early morning.
"Morning?"
"Maybe two or three A.M. She’s a real night owl."
"God!"
Melissa smiled. She knew exactly what was running through Grant’s mind. He was being offered a chance most teenagers dream of but never get. A house all to themselves.
A house. With a big bed. All night long. To do anything they wanted. Anything at all.
"Come on into the den. We can, you know, relax. You seem uptight tonight. Anything I said?"
"Oh, no, Melissa. Nothing you did. It’s just that things are moving so fast between us. I don’t know what to think."
"Sit down. A drink?"
"No, thanks. Uh, hey, maybe we could dance. I see you’ve got a super stereo."
Dance! That suited the girl just fine. She silently went to the collection of records racked beside the stereo and began looking for just the right ones. She found it finally and dropped it over the record player’s spindle.
"There. It’s a special record. Just for you. For us."
She licked her lips, the pink tip of her tongue flashing out to make a slow circuit around her ruby lips.
The record was suited exactly for her purposes. Slow music, ballroom type touch dancing.
Grant marveled at the way the girl fit into the curve of his arms. And her nearness bothered him. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was about her. Maybe it was the way her tits pressed into his chest. Those pointy nipples were sure exciting, the way they poked into him. But it could have been the clean fragrance of her hair.
Or possibly the way theft bodies moved so easily together.
That was it. Just flowing with the music was getting l m even hotter than be bad been. In. spite of himself, he felt his cock growing. He fought it down. He mustn’t do that!
Panic. He remembered the night before. He’d
been nervous about going to bed with Melissa. All the guys boasted of the number of chicks they fucked, but Grant was a bit more selective. And even then, this one meant something to him. He was feeling something more than simple lust.
When her body began moving more seductively, he noticed the tempo of the music had picked up, The beat was more sensual, more emphatic. She was pressing against him, moving against him, tantalizing him with the promise of her lush, young body.
"Uh, let’s sit this one out, huh, Melissa?" he said. He was acutely aware of how hard his prick had gotten. He was actually hurting. It’d been months and months since anything like this had happened to him.
Christ, he still remembered with dread when he’d gotten a boner during algebra class. That foxy teacher, just out of college, was a knockout. And he’d been daydreaming about the two of them by a pleasant team, fucking their brains out, when she’d called on him to go to the board.
He’d thought he’d die from embarrassment.
Having it happen again, after last night, with the promise of lots of real fun things to come this night, was almost too much for him to bear.
"No, Grant, I want to dance. Sit this one out if you want, but I’m going to keep dancing."
She moved away from him with a lithe grace that he found unbearably suggestive. The way she
cocked her hips to and fro as if she were fucking. The way she swayed in an almost boneless fashion, her lips pursed like she was sucking on something round and big like a cock.
A smile danced on her lips. She thrust out her tits in an unmistakable move. She asked, "Sure you want to sit this out?"
A tiny shimmy in time with the music sent her boobs bobbling from side to side. The boy had to lick his lips. This was almost too much to take. He could see her tits-hell, he could see her nipples in the center of the ruddy aureoles!
He remembered how good they tasted the night before. He remembered what was hidden between her slender legs. He remembered how much his cock was burning up with desire.
"N-no, I don’t want to sit it out. I want you!"
She smiled again and undid another button. The slow swaying caused her right tit to slip free of her blouse. He moved closer and gripped it in shaky fingers. It felt warm and vibrantly alive. He squeezed a bit harder and she moaned softly, moving closer to him.
Hotly, in his ear, she whispered, "Both of them. Take hold of both my poor little titties!"
"Th-they’re not little!" he stuttered, He was happy when she not only didn’t laugh at him but she actually unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way. His shaking hands reached out to engulf the twin mounds of succulent boob. They were warm
and vibrant under his fingers. He could feel the throbbing of her heart buried under the left tit.
Squeezing down a little more, the flesh flowed between his fingers. Intrigued, he tried to mold them into new patterns. The shape flawed a little but whenever he released the firm boobs, they always sprang back into the same tasty cone.
"Ummm, that’s nice, Grant. So very nice. But…”
"But what?"
"I want more. I want this!" Her fingers clamped firmly on the boy’s zipper and ran it down the track. His erect cock snapped to attention. Her hand grabbed it and began stroking.
He gulped. The sensations hammering into his balls almost made him come in her hand. He didn’t want to do that. No way. This was the night he was going all the way.
She pulled the throbbing cock closer to her still covered snatch. She began nibbling on his ear and told him softly, "I want to feel your cock moving back and forth in me. IN ME!"
He swallowed hard. This was everything he’d always imagined in his dreams. Never, though, had he figured it would actually happen to him.
"Okay, Melissa. Anything you say." His fingers were still almost painfully clutching her tits. Fiery red marks appeared whenever he squeezed down on her boobs. She didn’t seem to mind.
If anything, the pain heightened her senses. She
reveled in it. The slight pain made her feel the pleasure even stronger.
"Let’s go into the bedroom. We can really get it on there."
She pulled on his prick. The convenient handle was hardly needed to get the teenager moving toward the privacy of the bedroom where they could fuck all night long.
Inside, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Her cunt was beginning to water and ache horribly. She had to have that prick stroking powerfully back and forth inside her cunt. Nothing less would do.
"Down with those pants! Get naked, fast!"
Fumbling with his belt, the youth obeyed. His every instinct told him this was going to be a night to remember. When he was old and grey and playing shuffleboard, he’d remember the great fucking this hot little bitch had given him.
He kicked free of his pants, dropped his undershorts, then upped his shirt oft buttons flying everywhere. By this time, the girl was also bare ass naked.
For a brief second, they stood there staring at each other. Then they flowed into one another’s arms. The kiss started out chastely. Then, when the girl parted her lips just a little, the boy’s tongue came flashing m.
Their tongues met and erotically dueled. Over and under her tongue stroked his invading one. They were pushing each other’s passions to the
breaking point. Legs going weak, they collapsed to the surface of the bed. They barely noticed as their bodies twined around each other, snakes of passion unleashed.
"In, Grant, get your cock in me!"
She reached down and found his prick. Pulling strongly on it, she guided it toward her snatch. His body was crushing hers. She loved the feeling. It made her feel like a complete woman.
And when she got that cock into her cunt, fucking wildly, that would be sheer heaven!
"God, I don’t know, Melissa. Is… is this what you really want?"
"Goddammit, Grant, of course it is! I want you, you silly fool! I want to feel that cock of yours fucking the hell out of me. Now get on with it!’
He got it on. He slid forward just a little and managed to press the thick tip of his cock against her turgid pussy lips. The pink cunt lips were already juicy from her drooling twat. For a moment, he didn’t enter.
Dragging his prick up and down over her delicate pussy lips, he got his entire cock well greased for the plunge into her steamy interior. Then, his hips poised, he felt just the purpled glans of his cock penetrate her labia. The heat was intense. It almost caused him to shoot his load. He was embarrassed, humiliated.
To be this close to fucking this foxy chick and he was at the point of making a complete foal out
of himself. He had to fuck her as good as humanly possible. She trusted him. She wanted his cock-and no one else’s. He had to do it all right.
Levering himself forward, his cock vanished up into her seething cunt. They both gasped as his cock slammed home. His balls wetly slapped against her ass, but he barely noticed.
His head was filled with the sound of his pulse hammering wildly. Never had he been more aroused than now. His cock was entirely surrounded by clinging, fuming hot cunt flesh. The well oiled walls of her pussy stretched just enough to allow his prick to enter. Otherwise, he’d have thought he’d fucked into a surgeon’s glove filled
with burning hot lava.
"God, you’re so biiiig!" she moaned. Her head tossed from side to side sending her hair cascading out in a dim halo.
"And you, you’re so goddamn tight! You’re squeezing me off. I know what a tube of toothpaste feels like now.
"Fuck me. Don’t just sit there. Fuck me good!"
He hesitated. He felt too damn good to obey. His cock was entirely surrounded by the hot sheath of her cunt. The pulsing flesh massaged and soothed as it stimulated. He was feeling the heat of her burning desires all the way down into his balls.
The floppy sac holding his balls had slowly begun to tighten up. As he bathed in the heat and pressure of her cunt all around his prick, the hairy bag collapsed into a tight little sphere. It dangled under his cock and throbbed with need.
The balls inside churned and tumbled in a wild attempt to spurt free and blast his jism all the way out of his cock. He had to fight down the impulse to cream right away. He wanted to really fuck her. She expected it of a real stud. He had to prove to this hot little bitch that he was the best cocksman ever.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it!"
He pulled out. She screamed in reaction. It felt as if her guts were following his cock out her cunt. When his broad-headed prick split only the pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips, he paused for a moment. Then he came rushing back into her twat.
She screamed again. Her cunt was small, almost virgin-tight. His huge cock spilt and stretched and spread her cunt in new and excitingly different directions. She thought she was being torn apart-and she loved every excruciating second of it!
As his crotch ground hard into hers, she clutched at his naked back. Her fingernails left bloody tracks. Neither of them noticed so great was their mutual lust. The only thing that mattered was fucking the hell out of this tight cunt. That was what they both wanted.
She was sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. The salty tracks left were licked away by the youth as he continued to fuck her. His tongue pressed
down on her cheeks, her closed eyes, her mouth. And all the while his cock mechanically moved in the well oiled slot of her twat.
"More, damn you, more! I want more of your cock!"
He began to change his fucking tempo. Short, quick strokes set her cunt on fire. The friction mounted rapidly and robbed her of the last traces of her self control. She came.
And it wasn’t an easy come, either. Long days of longing were released by his driving cock. She let the tiny fires build into huge ones threatening to consume her entire body. As the orgasm blasted into her belly, spreading to her entire body, she rejoiced in it.
This was what she’d wanted for so long. This was the physical and emotional release that only a good fucking could give her. She came down from her sexual high only to feel herself being pushed back up to the brink of orgasm.
His cock drove mercilessly into her pussy. He touched every single nerve in her cunt. The fixes of desire blazed inside her. The short strokes of his fucking cock lengthened; he began probing deeper and deeper.
Her excitement mounted. This was what it was like to be fucked by a real expert. She’d thought he was inexperienced. He was showing her a completely different picture. She hadn’t believed he had this much ability.
Happily, she let go and fell head Lint into another climax. The huge, pulsating, throbbingly alive cock filled her cunt to overflowing. She was aware of nothing but that huge fuck stick reaming out her cunt. The juices squirted from her twat and ran down the inside of her thigh.
It tickled. And stimulated. She wanted more.
But through the haze of unbridled passion, she heard a car door slam. Two voices, laughing, came closer. When the front door slammed, she panicked. Her mother and Jonathan had returned home, hours too early!
"Grant, wait, oh please! My mother!"
The teenager had heard, also. His face drained with shock.
"Christ, what do we do?"
"Under the bed. I don’t think they’ll check on me too close. They’re too wrapped up in themselves."
As the boy scuttled under the bed, Melissa lay back puffing the covers over her naked body, waiting.
Waiting and cursing her rotten luck.