The note lay on the breakfast bar next to Brad's plate. While he feasted on steak, eggs, toast, and coffee he glanced at the piece of paper occasionally.
"Brad. We've all gone back to the school. Virginia Foster is going to have a big party for us before vacation ends. It will be a blast, I know! Especially now that we have found how much fun we can have with each other. Have a nice vacation. Enjoyed meeting you. Penny. P.S. All the girls say Hi."
He'd found the note in the kitchen when he'd come out of the basement. It had been about noon when he'd awakened. Upon reading it the first time he'd felt a surge of disappointment because they hadn't invited him to the party at the school. But after he thought about it, he decided that it was probably better this way. Now he'd have some time to himself.
But by the time Brad had finished eating and cleaning up the dishes and house, he again became aware of the quiet and loneliness closing in on him. I've been spoiled, he thought. Ever since I arrived at this house I was practically deluged with cunts. Now there isn't a soul around here. It was like a severe drought following the rainy season.
The night before, after the wild fucking session had ended with Virginia, he'd wanted merely to take a short nap. But when he'd opened his eyes again it had been noon, and Virginia was no longer in bed with him. Mentally computing the length of time he'd slept made him realize how completely the girls from the school had worn him down.
The many hours of sleep had really revived him. He felt great. And now with a good breakfast under his belt he became aware that he was getting horny. It seemed as though he hadn't had a piece of ass for months. Merely recalling the naked bodies his eyes had savored and his cock had plundered brought a warm and pleasant glow to his groin.
After he'd showered and shaved he slipped into his shorts; and now, as he'd done on the first day, he came out of the house and started to walk. He looked out over the sun-bathed countryside, trying to decide which direction to take. Just a few miles away was Greenwood Manor. He knew that there were at least four hot and horny cunts there. But because they'd hadn't invited him, he knew it would be a waste of time, dropping by the school.
He decided to take a long walk to expend some energy and see whether it would help his restlessness. Afterwards he'd come back to the house, get dressed, and maybe ride into town. If he didn't find any action there he'd probably pack up and leave the following day.
Up head of him he caught sight of the old shed on the Warren property. He grinned thoughtfully as he remembered finding Penny asleep on the lumpy mattress inside. Their meeting seemed like years ago because of all the other girls that he'd met after that. Even so, he could still vividly recall the sight of Penny's golden-fringed pussy, visible under the hem of her skirt.
Entering the deserted shed now he stood near the old bed. Staring down at it he remembered the way his cock had hardened and throbbed while Penny had stripped off her clothes, exposing her lusty, naked body to this gaze. And then the recollections became a series of flashbacks, starring Alta, Gwen and Virginia.
He remembered the creamy black, golden, and dusky tits, and the way the hot and honeyed cunts had sucked the juice and strength out of his shuttling cock. By the time Brad had again pulled his thoughts back to the present, he found himself with a huge erection. His cock was so big and gorged that his groin was laced with pain, and there was a hard and prominent mound under the fly of his shorts.
He unfastened the catch, opened the button, and then slowly and carefully pulled down on his fly. His hard and swollen cock leaped out of its confinement. He shoved the shorts down his thighs, and then let them slide down to his ankles while he admired his proud staff.
While his left hand lightly palmed his hot and heavy sac the fingers of his right hand curved around the thick and veined shaft. Slowly his hand slid upwards on the quivering staff, and the gorged head turned a darker purple in color and flared outward like a giant mushroom
Rapturous sensations surged through his cock and spread themselves through his groin. Sensually he drew his tubed fingers back down again. As his hand pulled the skin towards the base of his erection, it increased the intensity of his passion. Looking downward he even noted the milky fluid becoming visible in the eye of his florid cock.
What a kick in the ass, he thought. Only yesterday he'd been overwhelmed by a flock of hot cunts, and now he was about ready to jerk himself off because there was no one else around.
And then Brad whipped his head to the left because he'd heard the muffled snapping of a twig. His eyes widened as he caught sight of the young girl, standing just outside the open doorway of the shed.
The long, dark-red strands of hair that framed her sexy face reflected the rays of the sun. A pair of full, rounded tits pushed out the front of her white sweater, and aroused nipples making erotic mounds under the cloth because she wasn't wearing a bra. Her shorts were so brief and tight that Brad found it strange that her pussy hairs weren't visible at the juncture of her thighs.
Brad pulled his glance upwards until he was staring into her green eyes. The tip of her pink tongue was visible between her full, pouted lips, a restless bud that flickered sensuously.
Finally he remembered that he was standing completely naked and that he was holding his hot and straining erection with his hand. He smiled at her. The redhead was apparently another girl from Greenwood Manor, he decided. He guessed that Penny had probably sent the redhead over to visit him. Penny would come up with something like that.
He said, "I'm glad you found the place."
The redhead nodded. "Yes," she answered vaguely. Her glance seemed mesmerized by his erection.
His feet slipped out of his shorts, and then he began to move towards her. "I'm Brad. But I guess you know that."
"Yes. I know."
His arm was extended, an invitation to enter. "Won't you come inside? It's not much, but I like it."
He saw that she was coming towards him. She walked through the open doorway and stepped into the shadow of the shed, her shapely legs and sandaled feet moving across the dirt floor.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Laura."
Her right hand moved up and slipped the strap from her shoulder. The small leather pocket book settled to the ground.
"You're beautiful, Laura."
The words had come out so quickly and easily that Brad himself was surprised to hear the sound of his voice. But it was true. There was something about Laura that made her more special than all the other girls that had come over from Greenwood Manor. She seemed older than the others, and she radiated a simmering, animal lust.
"Thank you," she said. "And you are-so different than I imagined." Her hands were at her waist, the fingers fidgeting with the bottom of her sweater.
"Let me help you with that, Laura."
"Oh, I'd like that, Brad. Very much."
Her hands, warm and soft, settled onto the tops of his shoulders as he reached down and gripped the bottom of the sweater. When the knuckles of his hands touched her hot, velvety skin he felt her quiver, and he heard the muted moan deep in her throat
"You're overdressed, Laura. And we can't have that." The bottom of her sweater was now sliding upwards, revealing the dusky nakedness of her stomach and flanks.
"Yes," she murmured. "Whatever you say."
He continued to move the sweater upwards; she raised her arms. For a moment the mounded sweater concealed her breasts and face, but then he stripped the sweater off the top of her head.
"Oh, Laura," he muttered softy.
Some of the strands of her hair had tumbled forward so that the tips were screening the upper part of her breasts. She had a magnificent set of tits. Round and full with equally round and gorged crimson nipples. The moment he'd let the sweater flip from his hands he felt her hands closing around his wrists.
"Oh, Brad," she murmured.
She brought his hands up and fitted them over the ends of her jutting breasts, pressuring against the backs of his hands so that his palms were powered against the fiery, swollen nipples. The skin of her tits was soft and heated, like expensive silk. Gently he spasmed his fingers, letting his fingertips lightly maul the fiery skin and flesh while the hot nipples dug into his palms.
"That feels so good," she whispered. "Your hands-I'd like to feel them all over my body."
"I'd like that, too." His hands slid down to the tops of her shorts, his fingers searching for the catch. "Those shorts have got to go."
"No," Laura answered softy. "Let me take them off for you."
"Sure." He retreated a few steps and watched the quick movements of her hands. She unfastened her shorts and began to push them down her lush hips.
Lust throbbed in Brad's groin while he stared at the slowly descending shorts and waited for the instant when the fringes of her pussy became visible. Laura's rounded, voluptuous tits rolled sensually from side to side while the upper part of her shorts descended to the juncture of her thighs.
And then Brad's cock quivered and a droplet of cream squeezed out of its inflamed eye. Laura's pussy was now visible. Vaguely he understood now why he'd been unable to see any of her pussy hair visible at the crotch of her shorts. Because there wasn't a single tendril visible around her pussy! It was puffed and dusky, a delicious mound snuggled between her thighs. Without any hair framing it, it was so erotic and naked that it seemed almost obscene.
The shorts slid down her legs and settled around her ankles. Daintily she slipped her feet out of the sandals and pulled her bare feet out of the crumpled shorts. Each movement made the muscles ripple in her thighs and offered brief glimpses of her naked pussy. The tiny vertical slit between the swollen lips was a crimson line, glistening with her juices.
"Does it matter?" she asked.
"What?" Brad shook his head, unable to understand the meaning of her question. "Does what matter?"
"That I've shaved my pussy."
"Hell no."
He moved towards her and his hand went out to feel it. "I've never touched a girl with a shaved cunt."
As his upturned palm pressured against the hot, wet cleft he felt her thighs moving farther apart. They pressed body against his thumb and little finger while he mauled the lush and fiery mound with his palm. His other arm had curled around her waist, and the fingers of that hand were gently caressing the heated mounded buttocks.
"Would you please fuck me-before I rape you?" Her plea was husky and throaty. She slipped her arms around his neck.
His arms coiled around her waist and pulled her towards him so that her hot pussy and belly were smashed against him. The hot and lusty tits became cushioned against his chest while he lowered his head and smashed his lips to hers. Their bodies swayed and writhed while their hips churned savagely and their thrusting tongues probed each other's mouths.
Moments later they were clinging tightly to each other, letting their aroused and sensitive bodies savor each other while they panted and gasped for breath. Finally Brad pushed himself away from her.
His hand gripped her arm while he led her over to the old bed. The stained and lumpy mattress seemed a disgrace for her sexy and beautiful body, but she'd already settled her buttocks onto the edge of it. She leaned backwards and rolled her shoulders as they settled onto the mattress.
"Fuck me-" she murmured throatily, "-gently, and roughly, any way you want to. I need your big, hard cock."
He stood between her parted legs. With the edge of the mattress at the backs of her knees, the soles of her feet were several inches off the floor. He stared down at her and caught sight of the silvery thread of juice seeping out of her naked slit. He settled onto his knees and gently pushed apart her hot, quivering thighs. The musky scent of her heat and sex clogged his nostrils as his mouth neared her seeping well.
"You don't have to lick me," Laura murmured. "Your big and wonderful cock-that's what I want to feel."
He nodded silently. He didn't have to eat her, but he felt a wild and crazed urge to fit his mouth to her shaven, naked mound. He lurched forward and his lips pressured against the velvety softness of her cunt lips. They seared his mouth as he squirmed his head forward and crushed his lips against her fiery pussy. His tongue slipped forward, probed and lanced into the tight, delicious slit. Fire enveloped his tongue, and it became coated with her thick and creamy cunt juice.
He sucked hungrily while his probing tongue delved the musky entrance to her vagina. His fingers clawed and pulled at her shifting hips. And then his searching mouth found her erected clitoris and mauled it between his pursed lips. He heard her muted screeching. Her pelvis quaked and bounced under his furious licking.
And then his lust was so intense that he wanted only to still her writhing, pitching body with the brutal thrusting of his cock. His hands rode up the insides of her quivering thighs until his thumbs made contact with the fringes of her slick pussy. His thumbs spasmed and tugged at the mounded lips of flesh. With each movement they pulled apart her honeyed pussy lips, exposing to his gaze the dark red, glistening folds of her inner lips.
The opening seemed so small and vulnerable that he thought it impossible that his thick and gorged cock could fit inside of it.
"Love me, fuck me, kill me with your cock!" Laura murmured.
"No-I won't kill you. I'll just fuck you, and love you."
He squirmed forward, letting his knees bring his flared cockhead closer to her waiting, moist slit. Then he fell forward, to prop himself up on one arm. His other hand gripped his heated shaft and shoved downward on it so that his gorged knob was heading towards her pussy.
"Then do it now!" Laura panted.
The purple, heart-shaped knob of his cock neared her wet slit. He pushed his hips forward and watched the mushroom head wedge itself in between the mounded lips.
"Do it!" Laura urged. "What's taking so long!"
He couldn't answer her. His groin and pelvis were clotted with the fury of his lust. At the same time he was able to maintain control of himself, relishing each additional moment.
Laura groaned huskily as he powered his hips forward and his flared cockhead began to burgeon in between her waiting pussy lips. Slowly and steadily he continued to drive forward while he watched the penetration. The flared crown shoved apart the slick flanges of her cunt. His pelvis suddenly sank an inch and he watched his cockhead disappear in the heated opening of her vagina.
The sensations were suddenly so terrific that he was no longer able to maintain the slow and steady movement of his penetrating cock. With a lusty grunt he punched his hips downward. Then his body was caught in an overpowering tremor of ecstasy because his straining cock had slipped deep into her tight cunt channel.
The moment he felt his hairy thatch smash against her naked pubis he fell forward. His hands landed on the tops of her hot tits. Wildly he mauled and squeezed the heated mounds while his ass bounced up and down, plunging his tingling cock in and out of the delicious sheath.
"You did it!" Laura wailed. "Ohhhhh, it's too much. I-I'm coming-come with me, dear Brad!"
Her body bucked and her hips rolled. The tight and lubricated walls of her cunt channel suctioned vigorously at his thrusting shaft. The sensations were so wild and sweet and unbelievable that they triggered his come.
"You fuck so good!" Savagely he rammed his erupting shaft deeper and deeper. There was a flurry of arms and hands while they both tried to savor the touch of each other's writhing body.
"Uh-uh-uh," Laura grunted with each jolting thrust. "Now-come with meeeeeee!"
Her body became a wild and gyrating machine. Her pelvis rolled and her pubis slapped against his matted thatch. Her spasming sheath squeezed sheer ecstasy into his imbedded cock, and he was now caught in the keen and delicious finale of his come.
His fingertips dug into the fleshy globes of her raised buttocks while his face mauled her fiery tits. He began to suck on the thick, heated nipples. Each time he plunged his cock all the way into her seething channel he felt her responding to the jets of semen that pumped into her belly.
"It'sssss unreal," Laura whimpered. Her body jerked and rocked beneath him. Her legs clamped around his middle and held him locked tightly in her hot, climaxing body.
Their orgiastic sensations were so tremendous that they streamed through their stilled bodies for many minutes. He was content to lay sprawled out on top of her deliciously soft body. Idly he sucked and licked at the slippery nipples while his cock soaked in the hot juices of her vagina.
She began to purr softly, like a contented cat. One hand stroked his back while the fingers of the other hand toyed with his hair.
Finally she said, "She didn't really tell it right, when she told me about you, Brad."
Brad twirled the tip of his tongue around the base of an erected nipple. "Everybody makes mistakes." He was thinking about Penny, and he understood that she might have given Laura the wrong impression of him.
"I mean," Laura continued, "my aunt often describes guys differently than anyone else. You know Betty."
For a moment he stopped sucking on the delicious gorged nipple that nestled between his pursed lips. Like a computer, his mind whirled, trying to identify Betty with Greenwood Manor.
Suddenly he realized that he knew only one Betty: Betty Warren, Bill's wife, and the owner of the house and this very shed.
Quickly Brad said, "Well, Bill's always there-to straighten her out."
Laura squirmed. Her soft, silken skin rubbed sensually against him. Her hands caressed his arms and shoulders. "I'm so glad I finally met you, Brad."
"So am I. In fact, I'm delighted."
Although he was overjoyed with Laura, he couldn't tell her that neither Bill nor Betty had ever mentioned Laura's name to him. Not only that, he was still trying to understand Laura's reason for being here. Had she come up to the isolated house to spend some time here, too?
Slowly he straightened up. Then he moved away from her sexy body sprawled out on the stained mattress. She didn't move. Her legs were splayed apart, exposing to his gaze her ravaged, crimson pussy. Without hair, the mounded cunt lips framed the inflamed slit. Because of their nakedness it was an erotic sight.
He felt the wild urge to shove his face in between her thighs again, to feast forever on the unbelievable softness of her exotic pussy. But he held himself in check, remembering now that Laura was the niece of Bui and Betty Warren. She was such an exciting and lusty girl that he wanted nothing to spoil it when he ravaged her wild body the next time.
"Help me up?" Laura extended her hands. "And then let's go up to the house."
"That's a good idea." His throat was tight and his words were ragged, matching the excitement that he'd caught in Laura's remark.
While they were getting into their clothes he felt the heat that smoldered in his groin. His skin felt wonderfully warm and sensitive. When Laura had picked up her pocket book they began to walk towards the house.
She said, "I'm so glad they let you use their house on your vacation."
He'd already caught sight of the little sports car, parked near his car at the house's entrance. "Are you on vacation, too?"
"Not a real vacation. I've just got a couple of days off. So I drove out here, just to get away from the city."
When he heard that she might stay here for a couple of days his erecting cock began to quiver. He felt very lucky that he'd said nothing that would make Laura aware that he'd considered her just another girl from Greenwood Manor.
He was positive that none of the girls from the school would return again, but already he knew that he'd lock the doors of the house once they were inside. He didn't want anyone to disturb them while he was with Laura.
He took the suitcase from her car and carried it into the house. As he brought it into the bedroom she casually mentioned that she was a fashion model.
Then she added, "And it's so nice to get away from the job for a while." She squirmed out of the sweater and tossed it aside.
While the soft red strands of hair swirled around her naked shoulders her hands sensually caressed her dusky flanks and breasts. "It feels tremendous, being able to let your body breathe and glow without being smothered by clothing." Her hands loosened her skirt and she let it slide to the floor.
Brad stared hungrily at her naked pussy and felt the blood drumming through his groin. Savagely he shoved down his shorts and stepped out of them. He didn't have to look down at his crotch. He knew that his cock was thickening and swelling, the cockhead becoming flared and dark as it ascended.
His voice was husky. "How do you shave your pussy? With an electric razor, or-"
"Let me show you!" she interrupted. Her voice was husky and throbbing with passion. "Let me shave you-come on, you'll love it!"
He followed her as she went into the bathroom. When he got to the doorway he saw that she'd already found his razor and shaving cream.
"Oh, this will be wild!" she exclaimed. "Because you have the shaving cream that comes heated out of the can." She grabbed a towel from the rack and headed for the bedroom. "Get on the bed, Brad."
The towel was draped over her arm; the shaving cream and safety razor gripped in her hand. With the other hand she ripped the bedspread and blanket off the bed, exposing the sheet. Her swaying, jiggling tits were swollen, and the stiff nipples were crimson and on the verge of bursting open.
She spread the towel onto the sheet. "Right here, Brad. Put your butt on the towel and stretch out on your back."
The moment he'd settled onto the bed she knelt beside him. She bent forward over his crotch. His hands feathered over her naked body before his right hand cupped a hot, suspended breast. His fingers dug into the fleshy globe as the warm foam spurted from the can and mounded at the base of his quivering erection.
His pelvis twitched under the touch of her fingers. They curled around his throbbing shaft and pulled it up and away from his belly. The cutting edge of the razor began to shave him from the end towards the base. The razor moved in measured, steady strokes, and he felt the blade chopping off the strands of hair. The touch of her hand and the razor were so erotic that his groin became clotted with weird sensations.
"This is unreal," she gurgled. "I've never shaved a man before, but I've always wanted to. This really turns me on! Look at your big, hard cock!"
For an instant she stopped shaving him. Her head dipped downward; her moist lips smashed against his oozing cockhead in a wild and passionate lass.
Brad's mouth fell open. He panted raggedly while his hand slid between her heated thighs. His fingers probed gently, searching for her naked pussy. "Hurry, Laura, before I rape you."
"It won't be long now," she murmured.
She pulled her head up, and again the razor was moving in quick, deft strokes. Her knees slid farther apart, and her buttocks were tipped towards the ceiling. Now there was room for his fingers. His hand pushed forward until his middle finger was able to stroke her lubricated slit.
The wonderful sensations had now spread out from his groin and radiated through his limbs. His body fidgeted and trembled. Each second the sensations became more intense until the pain in his erection was almost unbearable.
"Laura," he mumbled, I need you." His hands clawed at her buttocks, trying to pull them down to his hungry mouth.
"There-there-I'm almost finished. It's not an expert job-but I need you, too." She slid off the bed and hurried back to the bathroom with the razor and shaving cream.
Brad pulled up his head and shoulders and stared down at himself. Except for a number of white globs of foam, his crotch was now as naked and slick as Laura's.
She came back into the bedroom now, carrying a damp washcloth. Her eyes glittered with wild lust, and her tits were stiff and distended. Brad watched enviously as the insides of her thighs rubbed sensually against the fringes of her mounded pussy.
Laura slid onto the bed beside him again, but this time she was positioned so that one knee pressed against his right side. He felt the heated, damp washcloth envelope the base of his erection. His pelvis spasmed in erotic response while she began to wipe away the shaving cream that had remained on his shaft and crotch. Her fingers were tubed around the end of his staff while she gently wiped its quivering length.
"Laura," he mumbled helplessly.
His hands massaged her heated buttocks, then they slid downward. Finally one hand slid in between her thighs. Lightly his fingertips explored the moist mound of her naked pussy. At the same instant he felt Laura's hands caressing the newly-shaven and sensitive skin of his crotch.
"I'm going to rape you!" he grunted.
"No-I'm going to rape you!"
Laura flung aside the washcloth. She straightened up and then whirled around. Her knees were suddenly at the sides of his thighs, locking his legs together; her heated bottom settled onto his knees. She leaned forward, and the lush strands of red hair streamed downward to frame her sexy face. Her gorged breasts became suspended above him, swaying only slightly because they were almost to swollen with passion.
Savagely his hands clutched and mauled her hot tits. Looking down between their bodies his glance savored the crimson slit of her naked pussy. His cock, gorged and hairless, quivered inches above his heaving belly.
"On second thought," she purred, "I won't rape you. I think I'll just fuck you beautifully."
"Then do it." His pelvis began to bob up and down. He groaned raggedly the moment she began to pull up on his strumming cock. Slowly she raised herself until her naked clotted slit was positioned directly over the end of his flared cockhead.
His hands released her tits and gripped her heated hips. Now that he had an unobstructed view of his cock and her pussy his passion became unbearable. "Put it into your pussy, Laura. Come on, let's fuck!"
Her panting was ragged and it matched his. Gently she fitted the tip of his purple-hued cockhead between her slippery pussy lips. He gasped because her vaginal honey was searing. It began to lubricate the tip of his cockhead, then the entire surface of his knob as he pushed up his pelvis and she lowered herself.
"So big and wonderful," Laura murmured. "And it feels fantastic going up into my pussy."
"Come on!" His voice was loud and husky. His hips shot upwards in his impatience. At the same moment Laura lowered her body. The flared crown of his cock wedged itself in between her swollen lips; then as it plunged into her she squealed and her hot pussy lips became a tight circle of naked skin clamped around his veined shaft.
"Oh, so good!" Laura cried out. Her mouth remained open while she continued to lower her quivering body. The stretched lips of her naked pussy moved down his thick shaft to envelop its entire length.
He was panting heavily. "Better-better than good-it's the greatest, Laura." The sensations were delicious and more intense than he'd ever experienced. "Verrry special."
The instant the naked lips of her pussy settled against the naked and sensitive base of his cock he knew what was so special about fucking her. The sight of her taut rounded cunt lips stretched around his thick imbedded cock was lewd and erotic; and it intensified the sensations that churned through his groin.
"Unreal," Laura gurgled.
"You're a wild, beautiful fucking cunt. A super cunt!"
"Love-lover," Laura grunted as she straightened up. Sitting upright, she began to ride him. In slow and erotic rhythm she began to bob up and down while her tits jiggled sensually above him.
"Big, unreal cock-going in and out of me-lover, love you, I love you-really, Brad."
The sights and sensations were so fantastic that he couldn't answer her. He continued to stare down across the plane of his heaving belly, watching his lubricated shaft thrusting in and out of her. Each time her tight round pussy went up he saw the red and glistening inner lips of her vagina clutching at the creamed skin of his vertical staff. Then it descended again and his thick dark cock disappeared from sight as his throbbing cockhead probed deep into her seething belly.
And then her hips began to move in slow and sensuous circles as she went up and came down. The tight slippery walls of her fiery sheath swirled around his straining cock. It was like a corkscrew going in and out of her. Fantastic sensations had completely engulfed his groin and sheathed his writhing body with ecstasy.
For some reason this wild, redheaded girl with the shaved pussy had turned him on more than anyone he'd ever met. For long and rapturous moments he began to think that he'd like to fuck her forever, for the rest of his life.
"Unreallllll," Laura whimpered ecstatically.
Yeah-that's it," he answered.
And as he felt the exquisite keening of his climax and felt her responsive twitching and quivering, the idea of fucking her for the rest of his life didn't seem unreal at all.