Angie watched the lovely brunette trip down the steps and climb into her car. She stood at the door and waved at Laura as her stepmother wheeled the car around the drive, scattering gravel as she went. Laura would be gone for the afternoon. Mitch had driven over to town earlier in the day. Angie fell the excitement of knowing she was alone on the estate with Joe. Of course Carmen was here, but Carmen was busy. The maid would not get in the way.
The teen-ager ran happily up the steps to her room. She whipped open her closet and stood in deep contemplation. What outfit would provide the best enticement to the well-built handyman? Finally, she pulled a pair of low-slung shorts out. They were little more than bikinis. They should display her ass and thighs sufficiently. She kept on her ice-green panties beneath them, then slipped out of her blouse and tied her tits in a brief silk halter. She studied the impact and approved. The halter accented the shape and size of her tits without really covering anything. The nipples were clearly visible. The effect would do, she decided. Now to find the handyman.
She stepped to the window and looked down beyond the pool. He was not about the patio, nor could she see him working in the garden. Beyond the trees she could see the old guest house where he had a small apartment. The building had been converted to a garage with the upper portion made into living quarters. Angie had learned that Joe was an artist who had taken the job on the estate because it gave him plenty of free time for his painting. If he was not visible about the grounds, then he must be busy in his little studio.
Angie fluffed her hair as she came to the door to the carriage house. She straightened herself and arched her back as she knocked. She waited, then tapped again more loudly.
"I said come in!" a voice shouted from inside.
"Well I didn't hear you," she answered as she opened the door and stuck her head coyly into the house. She saw only a flight of steps. Damn, the girl thought as she closed the door. All her posing outside was a waste of time.
"I'm up here," Joe's voice came from the head of the steps. "I'm sorry, but I'm at a point where I can't take a break."
She slipped up the steps and stepped into a large room which was filled with easels, paints, canvases, and completed paintings. Joe's back was to her as he concentrated on the large nude which sat on an easel before him, Angie gasped in sudden shock. Laura smiled brilliantly from the canvas. Laura's tits jutted out from the painting. Laura's hairs glowed about her pussy as Joe's brush worked quietly around it. The blonde girl stood in awe of the ability of Joe. She was even more awed by the nude beauty of her stepmother. She had never seen such beautiful tits in her life. They were about the same size as her own. This she already knew. What she discovered from the canvas, though, was the luscious shape of Laura's nipples. They weren't small and tight like hers. They were large and soft and inviting. They were the prettiest nipples she had ever seen.
Angie waited in silence for Joe to finish the delicate strokes of his brush which gave fire to the individual hairs about Laura's cunt. Her eyes glanced over the room and took note of the other paintings. Mostly they were abstracts. When the handyman did paint more realistically, he seemed always to do it with a nude. There were half a dozen other naked women scattered about in various poses. Angie felt a spark of jealousy when she looked at the fabulous tits of the maid. How many times had Carmen posed for him? How did they relax after each sitting?
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Joe had finished his detail work. He turned and glared at the young blonde. His mouth tightened in a disgusted line. He looked at her sternly. Angie smiled as though he had given her a warm greeting.
"Everybody left me," she answered, "and I got lonely."
"So you decided to come over and distract me, did you?" Joe grumbled at her.
"Don't let me disturb you," she pleaded. "I'll just sit here and watch you. I promise to be as quiet as a kitten."
She puckered her lips and twisted her body to display her tits. She held her thighs tightly together and tiptoed over to a chair. Then she smiled shyly.
"See," she remarked, "I can be as quiet as a mouse. You'll never know that I'm here."
"I'll bet," he snorted. "I doubt that you could sit still for thirty seconds if your life depended on it."
He stared at her with anger in his eyes. He stared deeply into her, then let his eyes drop to roam over her body. Angie could feel her body warm under his slow, careful scrutiny. When he looked back and met her eyes, his expression had softened. He smiled suddenly at her. A twinkle had come into his face.
"You want to pose for me?" he asked her.
The girl stared at him, not comprehending for a moment. She glanced about at the tits and cunts and asses which glistened from the canvases about her. She looked back at the artist, eyes wide in excitement at the possibility.
"You mean like these?" she asked, indicating the nude paintings about them.
"Strip!" he ordered her and reached for a sketch pad.
Angie stood and waited for him to give her further direction. She waited in vain. He sat studying her as though she were merely part of the landscape he was about to paint. The girl suddenly felt very ill at ease. She was not going to be so exciting to him as she had planned. Her tits could not match those of Carmen. Her tits did not have such beautiful nipples as those of Laura. Damn!
"Well?" he asked her. "You suddenly turning chicken on me? You been prancing those tits and that ass of yours all over the estate and now you're suddenly modest?"
Angie glared back at him. Damn him and his taunts! The little blonde whipped off her halter and thrust her tits towards him. He looked at them and nodded his approval. Then he waited for the remainder of her body to be revealed. She slid the tight shorts off her ass and down her thighs. Joe's charcoal pencil was moving rapidly about his pad. He tore a sheet of paper from the pad and tossed it onto a table and began to sketch quickly on the next sheet.
"Come on," Joe urged. "Give me a look at your pussy."
Angie opened her mouth to answer. Instead she shrugged her shoulders and slipped the scant wisps of nylon down her hips and thighs. She stepped free of shorts and panties and held her arms out from her body in an indication that she was all his. Joe continued to sketch rapidly, tearing out pages and beginning fresh sheets. His eyes concentrated on her body, bringing stinging sensations to the girl as they roved about her young curves.
"You going to throw those sketches away?" she asked about the growing stack of paper on his table.
"Hell no!" he laughed. "I'm just getting a large number of working sketches of you. Now I want to do some work in pastels to catch the skin tones."
He got up and came to her. Electric sparks shot through her body as he touched her. He took her by the shoulders and turned her about, carefully observing every line of her lithe form. Then he took her to a large throw rug beneath a window. He placed her on the rug and stood back to study the play of light on her skin. He came back to her and posed her body. Angie felt the renewed thrills of his touch as he turned her body, his hands on her tits. He suddenly softened from his professional manner and smiled warmly at her.
"Feel more relaxed?" he asked. "It's always a little frightening to pose nude. You wonder if your body looks as good as the others."
His glance included the other nude paintings about the room. Joe patted her rump affectionately, then cuddled an excited tit.
"Don't worry," he assured her. "You've got a hell of a body. I knew that the minute I saw you out in the garden."
The teen-ager smiled up at him and nestled her tit into his hand. Her heart beat increased at the way he clipped her boob. She moistened her lips which were suddenly dry and parched. She swallowed quickly to cool an arid throat.
"I was afraid you didn't like it," she gulped. "Because I didn't stand there and pant over you?" he laughed. "Sure you've got a good body, a great body. It's worth putting on canvas. Whether it's worth panting over is something else. I look at full tits and round asses all day. They don't excite me that much. I'm much more interested in whether a girl knows what to do with them."
"I know what I want to do with them," Angie whispered in a broken voice. "I want to roll my tits all over your face. I want to feel your lips and hands and tongue on them. I know what I want to do with my pussy. I want to rub it all over your cock. I want to slip it over your cock and suck the hell out of a steaming prick."
She watched his expression. She had spoken more honestly than she ever had before. She had told him clearly why she came over to the carriage house. She hoped he would understand she came to be fucked. She did not come just to tease him. She reached for a hand and pressed it into her crotch. Let him feel the way her cunt was panting for him. She pushed her tit against the caressing hand. Let him feel the way it throbbed. She was no prick-tease! If that was what worried him, then let him forget his cares and get that big cock out of his pants.
"I almost believe you," Joe laughed, "I almost believe that you do want to fuck."
"I've wanted to fuck since yesterday when I met you," she said in her hoarse voice. "I've ached ever since I saw the way your cock swelled against your pants. I want it in me, Joe. I'm not over here to tease you. I'm not trying to flaunt my body around you for nothing. Fuck me! Screw me! I wouldn't have come looking for you if I didn't want you to."
The artist looked back into her eyes and read her passion. Slowly he accepted her honesty. Gradually he began to smile at her in admiration. His hand tightened about her tit. He pressed it against her chest and began to revolve it in delicious circles. His other hand caressed the mound of her pussy. He eased a finger into her excited gash. Angie lay back into the plush nap of the rug and twisted her body sensuously under the play of his hands. Her cunt received his finger. Her clit trembled at his touch. Her nipple burned from his thumbing.
She reached towards Joe. She reached for the swollen cock in his pants. She caressed the prick through his pants, tracing its shape beneath the taut material. She reached for the balls as the cloth stretched against them.
"Show it to me," she pled. "I want to see your cock."
"Can't you do that for yourself?" he asked as his lips made for her trembling, heaving boobs. He got his lips on the ecstatic tits. The sparks showered through the girl's jugs at the touch of his lips. He lapped at the nipples. He sucked on the tits. He caressed them above and beneath and between. He sucked and nibbled at the pounding tits, turning the blonde into a heaving, twisting bundle of ecstatic passion.
Angie ripped open his pants and pulled the cock free of its containment. She exploded at the feel of the mammoth prick. It was huge! She grasped it with both hands and began to pump at it. She played with his balls. She teased his balls. She taunted the pecker. She stripped back the skin along the shaft in strong, demanding strokes.
"You're quite a little hunk of pussy, aren't you?" Joe chuckled. "You go after that cock like you mean business."
He increased the intensity with which he sucked on her tits, with which he fingered her cunt. His hand and mouth assaulted her jugs with frantic abandon. His hand clutched about her cunt. He reached other fingers into the pussy and spread its lips. He shook the pulsing twat firmly and passionately. He plunged his finger deeply into its passage and fucked the cunt rapidly. He mashed the clit roughly until Angie was twisting in agonized desire.
She squeezed his pecker with a vigor to match his own. She squeezed and pumped. She ripped the skin back along the shaft. She twisted at the glowing knob. She pulled at his heaving balls. She reached beneath his balls and fingered into the crack of his ass. She plunged her finger into his butthole and pumped viciously.
"Damn if you don't know how to work a man up!" Joe cried in delight. "You have my cock so pumped up I could fill this room with cum."
"Me!" Angie shouted beneath his throbbing, pulsing body. "Fill me with your cum! Get your cock in my pussy and fill me with that big pecker! Fuck me, Joe! Ball my ass off! Fuck me, Joe! Fuck me!"
"Remember, you asked for this," he warned her as he rolled on top of her twisting body. "Remember you begged for this cock."
He brought the immense prick to the lips of her pussy. Angie kept her hands on the steaming rod and guided it to her cunt-mouth. She lifted her ass and arched herself to receive the monstrous cock.
She spread her thighs to provide maximum entrance into her horny box.
The little blonde screamed as Joe rammed his cock into her. Hot, tearing sensations ripping her cunt as the angry prick tore into her. She screamed in pain, then screamed in delight. Her pussy was full of cock. She felt a huge, rock-hard battering ram of a prick in her. Her cunt walls stretched from its size. Her cunt walls quivered in passion from its presence. She clenched her teeth in the mixture of searing pain and soaring pleasure.
The artist did not pause in his assault on her young body. He attacked her tits more eagerly with hands and mouth. His cock plunged and thrust, delighting in the tight cunt about it. Her narrow hole pulled the skin back with each delicious thrust. Her cunt pulsed over and about the excited prick. The great knob leaped within her twat, stretching to reach the deepest parts of her screaming pussy.
"Damn, you are good," he muttered hoarsely as he balled her intensely. "Damn if you don't have as sweet-feeling a pussy as I ever rammed my cock into."
Angie began to weave her body beneath him as she adjusted to the presence of his cock. Her cunt became more accustomed to his dick and more excited by it. She closed her thighs over his legs as he plunged away. Her ass hunched her cunt vibrantly over the powerful cock. The little blonde clung to him, pulsing with him, throbbing to his tempo, writhing in the delicious feel of cock, burning under the maddening caresses of his hands.
His mouth came over hers. His lips devoured the softness of her own, then parted them and sucked on the tongue she slipped against his. She felt the force of his suction drawing her breath from her. His tongue met hers, loved about its tip, then came into her mouth. He was possessing her! Her body exploded in the sensations of his conquest. He was filling her! His tongue filled her mouth. His cock filled her pussy. He possessed her. He claimed her. He crushed her against his chest, claiming her tits in lust maddened hands.
Her cunt exploded in constant sparks of pulsing fire. Her cunt flooded with gushing liquid. Her body throbbed madly as she was swept in the flood of liquid passion. She could not distinguish between one single, continuing orgasm or a growing series of climaxes. She only felt the flame. The only reality was the possession of her body by the artist. His cock made its conquest of her cunt total. She felt Joe begin to shoot his load inside her cunt. She felt the great cock tremble as it unleashed its jizz through her panting cunt. Her cunt sucked on the hot liquid which was pouting out of the pecker. She clung even more tightly to his thrashing body and rode with him through their orgasms.
"You give one hell of a fuck," he repeated as he lay quietly beside her. "Where did you learn to screw like that?"
"It came natural," Angie sighed, caressing his limp tool. "All I did was discover that I like cock."
She leaned over and kissed the prick which, even in its exhaustion, lay huge and exciting in her hands.
"And this big cock," she smiled, tasting the cum on it. "I think I'm going to like a lot – an awful lot."