"You're such a pretty girl, Angie!" Cohn Brown told me as he sat by the couch.
I knew he wanted to fuck me but was frightened. Here it was two in the morning, his wife was sleeping in the next room, and I had never Been screwed before.
Still I wanted a man's hands on me. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock between my legs. When you're fifteen years old, well developed and healthy, there isn't much else that has the impact of fucking. A young girl thinks about it all the time until she goes crazy with desire.
"Oooooooo!" I moaned when I felt his hand push under the cover, fumbling for my breasts.
When they first asked me that evening to tend their kids I would have done it for free, because Cohn Brown was such a handsome man. Black bushy hair, thick eyebrows and a winning smile, he was a successful insurance salesman and I always wondered how many of those housewives he screwed when he was in their homes. I thought about it so often I got wet between the legs just imagining how big and hard his cock would be. So when they came home late and told me to spend the night, my little virgin pussy got to throbbing something fierce. I figured to sneak into their bedroom when they were asleep, lift those covers ever so carefully, and have a long look at that strange cock.
But I didn't know how bad Cohn wanted to fuck me. His wife must have gone right off to sleep from all that booze they drank, because I was just settled on the couch when Cohn came in. To tuck me in, he said. But when I felt his hand under the blanket I knew he meant to touch my little cunt.
"Oh my God, I can feel your tits!" he groaned as his hand slipped across my body.
I still had on all my clothes yet his fingers seemed to burn right through my blouse to the naked flesh. I could feel my little nipples rise hot and eager for his touch.
"Squeeze them harder!" I moaned, terrified yet desperate for this touch of sex.
"Do it harder, Mr. Brown!"
His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol while his hands were instruments of ecstasy. With every groping touch my blood ran faster, until he reached inside my blouse to pull at my bra.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" I moaned with joy. "Ooooowwww!"
There is nothing in this whole wide world that can bring a girl the pleasure, the instant, joy of such a moment. Sure there are other things to fill the hours of life, such as eating and sleeping and school and play. Still these are tiny things, beside the passion that turns flesh to butter and makes a female understand the true measure of her sexual capacity. I didn't care if the house burned down or if Mrs. Brown came in to catch us. With Cohn's hand on my tits, fumbling at my bra, I felt such pleasure I knew how I was going to spend the rest of my life in the hands of a man, aroused to sexual heights more grand than any emotion a girl can imagine.
"You have perfect breasts, Angie!" Mr. Brown groaned. "So big and firm, so soft and warm!"
He almost tore off one of my nipples in his greed to get beneath the bra, and when I felt those fingers pinch my nipples I came unglued.
"Unnnnngghhh!" I gasped, trying to squirm away from this burning sensation.
"Aaaaggghhhhhhhh!"
"I won't hurt you, honey!" Mr. Brown whispered, making me dizzy with the fumes from his boozy breath.
I wanted to go home.
It's one thing to dream of sex, to imagine how nice it would be to have a cock between your legs, while it's quite another matter when you're alone in the front room with a man who intends to fuck you. I was really scared, I wanted to get away from him, yet the fire in my loins was so desperate I was putty in his bands.
"Lemme get your bra off!" he panted as he lifted me to get at the snaps. "I gotta see those little tits right up close, Angie!"
He was very brutal, throwing me around the couch like a bundle of rags, and when he couldn't get the thing undone he broke the strap with a quick yank.
"Ooowww!" I yelped, feeling the straps cut into my flesh. "That hurts!"
"Shhh-hhh!" he cautioned. "Gloria might wake up!"
I sure didn't want his wife in here! Maybe he was too rough, and maybe it hurt when he got carried away like that, but when I lay there panting while he stared down at my naked tits it was worth it.
"Oh jesusfuckingchrist!" Mr. Colin gasped when he saw how nice my titties were.
"Look at those beautiful tits!"
The cool air of the room washed across my bare breasts for one second, then Mr.
Brown pounced on them. It was the first time I felt a man's mouth over my titties and it damn near sent me bananas.
"AAaarrrrggghhhh!" I gasped, unable to control my emotions.
"Ooooowwwweeee-eee!"
His tongue was wet, a snake that flicked over my nipples with a million tingling needles while his lips sucked at my titties like a vacuum cleaner.
"Slurp. Slurp. Suck. Suck." He tried to swallow my tits, tried to devour them like a cannibal.
"Ummmmppphhh!"
I tore at his head, trying to get him away from my titties, but he clung like a leech until it felt like blood was seeping through my nipples.
"Don't do it!" I cried. "I can't stand it! Don't do it any more! Oooooooo!"
Maybe it was the alcohol from his breath seeping into my nostrils, or maybe it was because my virgin pussy got to throbbing so, until all of a sudden I felt conquered. I wanted more. I wanted Mr. Brown to bite off my tits and swallow them whole.
"Do it harder!" I hissed. "Bite the fucking things!"
He tried to do it. Hearing that curse from my young lips triggered a new violence in Cohn and he got to sucking on my titties with such ferocity I had to scream.
"Don't make any noise for Christ sakes!" He put a band over my mouth. "You want my old lady to hear us!"
I kept screaming, and bucking on the couch, because I couldn't stand the joy of my own sexual response. I wanted a fuck so bad I was going crazy and I didn't care who found us in the living room.
To shut me up Colin kissed me. Hard. Brutally. With that whiskey breath and a stubble beard, he crushed my young lips in a kiss that exploded through my senses. I clung to him desperately, this grown man who wanted to fuck a young girl. I was happy that I had what he wanted, that I was pretty enough to tempt a virile male in his own house.
Until he put a hand in my cunt.
"Yeeeeoooowwww-www…!" I screamed with joy when he forced his big hand between my legs. "Aaaarrgghhh-hhhh!"
I knocked Cohn clear across the room into the fireplace with the aftershocks of my own sexual disturbance, and it felt like somebody had stuck a hot poker against my quivering pussy.
That almost screwed up everything.
Mrs. Brown woke up and hollered at Cohn, so he went to her to prove he wasn't up to anything. So I just lay there in the dark, with my senses raw, wondering what to do next.
I'll just go get in bed with them, and I'll play with his cock! I thought.
That would be crazy and I knew it, but right then it didn't matter. I wanted to touch his cock so bad I could taste it.
Taste it!
The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning until my mouth started to water.
Can you imagine! Having a real live cock, an honest to God pecker in your mouth!
The image was frightening to, my mind yet it seemed so natural, so glorious, that I sat up on the couch. It would be only a few minutes before they went to sleep, then I could sneak in there and suck his cock!
Oh! The sweet beauty of it!
Oooooo, I could taste it now!
Yet it didn't happen that way. Mrs. Brown couldn't hold her liquor and she crapped out again fast, so Colin came back into the living room.
"Gawd, I must be crazy!" he groaned as he stood there staring at my naked titties. "You're nothin' but a fuckin' kid, Angie! I could get my ass in a sling!"
He was right and we both knew it, only I didn't give a damn for rules. Right then, with my pussy wet and my breasts throbbing, I didn't care if they meant to kill us afterward.
I wanted a fuck!
Cohn got a beer from the ice box, trying to calm himself down. When the fridge door opened I could see that he was only wearing shorts. And I could see the outline of his pecker in the shorts. I almost passed out.
"You're so fuckin' pretty!" he groaned as he stood close to sip his beer.
"How's a guy supposed to resist a young girl like you?"
I didn't want him to resist. Yet I was innocent when it came to sex and didn't know what to do. My immediate response was to get on my knees, tear off his shorts, and suck his cock.
Still I was frightened. I sat there, trembling, wondering why sex made a girl feel so powerful.
"Man, I just gotta do it!" Colin groaned. "I don't give a shit what happens, I just gotta see your little cunt!"
He put the beer on the mantle and came aver to me. He got on his knees at the level of my cunt.
Right then, in that dark room, I felt love for this beautiful man.
"Touch me, Mr. Brown," I begged. "Please touch me!"
He pushed the blanket onto the floor, then pushed my skirt high onto my hips.
"Oh my gawd!" he panted as he stared at my white panties. "I can see the fuckin' hairs right through your underwear! Oh my gawd!"
He was helpless before this introduction to a young girl's body, while I was a slave to anything he wanted to do. Right then Mr. Brown could have cut off my tits, and I would be willing.
He put his hand between my legs to feel my little cunt.
"Oooowww-wwww…!" I gasped as the hot juices got me moist and ready. "That stings something awful, Mr. Brown!"
He moved me on the couch, carefully, gently, and then he slipped off my skirt.
"You've got a perfect shape, Angie," he whispered as he stared down at me. "So young, so soft, and so perfect!"
With trembling fingers he took off my panties, slipping them down my thighs as he stared at my cunt.
"Such nice soft hairs!" he groaned as he touched my crotch. "And your cunt is all swollen, ripe and ready."
I tried not to scream.
I tried my best to lie still while he played with my virgin cunt.
I could feel his hand. In my crotch. Messing with the soft hairs of my cunt.
And then I felt a finger.
Slipping between the lips of my pussy. Gently. Into the delicate tissues of my cunt.
"Aaaarrgghhh-hhhh…!" I screamed, holding a pillow over my face to keep from waking Mrs. Brown. "Ooowweeee…!"
It's one thing to dream of sex, or have somebody feel you up. But when a man puts his finger in your cunt, and starts to finger fuck you, that's a different matter. There isn't any power on earth to keep you from bellowing and bucking and screeching and screaming. It felt like rivers of ecstasy were pouring through my body, bringing me closer to a precipice of joy. Maybe I would have had my first real orgasm right then, but Mr. Brown wanted more than a touch of young cunt.
He wanted to fuck it.
And he wanted to kiss me, to feel me, to make love to me. I guess it was the best way for a young girl to have her first taste of sex, from a man who was grateful to touch sweet youth. Better than the clumsy misfits, the boys who did my girl friends. Left them unfulfilled, in doubt about the glories of fucking.
There was no doubt for me.
I felt the pressure of Cohn on top of me as he kissed me long, kissed me strong, and I felt the delicate strength of his fingers while he played with my breasts. It was a priceless moment, a fantastic beauty that no girl could ever bring to mind with imagination.
I would have been content to lie there forever, in that dark living room away from the cares of the world, while Colin kissed me into a universe of bliss.
But he was only beginning.
He wanted to taste my cunt, the way I wanted to taste his cock.
Almost before I felt him stop kissing, he was sliding down my naked body.
Down between my thighs.
To my quivering cunt.
I felt the hot lips, the sucking pressure, and I felt his tongue slip between the lips of my pussy.
"Oh fuckingjesus…!" I screeched.
It was horrible. Blistering hot, slurping lips that seemed to suck the life right out of my body. I wanted more, I needed more, yet my senses reeled from this terrible onslaught of joy.
Without meaning to do it I bucked so hard, and kicked so ferociously, that I damn near knocked out Cohn's teeth. We ended up on the floor, rolling in a mass of boiling flesh and responsive sexual organs. I don't know whether his pecker found the way itself or whether I helped it out a little, but the next thing I remember was the feel of a throbbing cock between my legs.
"Put it in!" I screamed. "Stick it in me!"
For a frantic instant it seemed as though Colin was trying to stop. Maybe his conscience bothered him about screwing a young girl, or maybe I kicked him in the teeth too hard, because he tried to stop.
He was halfway to his feet when I got hold of his cock. A nice, hard, normal-sized hunk of meat. As though I had been practicing for a million years, I got that cock in my mouth and sucked the fucking thing so hard I almost swallowed his balls.
"Suck the mothafucker…!" Colin hissed. "Bite the mothafucker right off, Angie…!"
It was glorious to taste a cock. The meaty, salty flavor was instant pleasure and I had the most awful urge to really bite the thing off. Sink my teeth in, bite it off like a hotdog and swallow that beautiful dong!
But my neck was bent. He was over me, and my back was out of kilter.
"Here, let's do it right, honey!" Colin gasped as he caught me from falling backward. "Lay down, Angie."
His voice was controlled, heavy with force, as I saw that terrible naked cock standing hard in the moonlight. He got me on the floor, spread my legs, and put his pecker against my cunt.
When that terrible cock, that glorious piece of meat, started to go into my cunt, I went berserk.
"Do it to me!" I hissed. "Put it in me, Mr. Brown! Do it to me!"
"I gotta do it!" he groaned. "Can't stop now and I gotta do it! Oh my god… !"
His cock hurt me.
It hurt with ugly ripping sensations when he forced that hard hunk of meat into the virginal tissues of my cunt. I felt the untouched depths of my cunt get ripped, torn.
"Ooooowwwww!" I groaned, a mixture of agony and ecstasy. "Aaaauuuggghhhhhh.. !"
Cohn was fucking me.
Lying hard upon my body, with his whiskey breath reeking in my nostrils, while his hairy ass went up and down, up and down, up and down.
"I got it in!" he groaned. "Oh fuck, I got it right in this kid! Oh my god!"
Maybe he felt bad morally but it felt good to him physically. I could tell that easy enough because be got to fucking me with such force it bruised my naked buttocks against the plush carpet. His pecker was deep inside my steaming cunt, massaging furiously. I was so filled with sweet joy that I could have stayed there for a year, letting Cohn drive that cock between the puffed lips of my sweet young pussy. I guess we would have done it too, or maybe we would have fucked until we died. Yet nature has a way of making even this most pleasurable act come to an end.
Cohn jizzed in me.
I felt the blasting fluid burn into my cunt even as I felt him give a jillion fast little humps, while he squealed like somebody stuck a corkscrew up his ass.
"I'm coming…!" he bellowed. "Oh good lord I'm gonna shoot right in her little twat! Oh! Oooooo…!"
I kind of forget what happened then. There I was having a beautiful little screw, when all of a sudden something happened inside of me. It felt like an atom bomb exploded in my guts as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Brown so tight it almost broke his ribs. He was pumping fast but I went faster, until I orgasmed so hard it blasted me right out of the galaxy.
I came so hard I lost my senses until the next thing I remember I was lying back on the couch, with Mr. Brown stroking my forehead with a wet towel.
"Are you all right, Angie?" His voice was shaking with anguish.
"Sure, I guess so," I sighed, happy and feeling beautiful.
"God, honey, I'm sorry! I never meant to do that to you, Angie. But you're so fuckin' pretty!"
"It's all right, Mr. Brown. I liked it."
"Jesus! What if we get caught! Oh man, I could lose everything!"
"I won't tell if you don't."
"Man, what've I done! Must've been the alcohol. Yeah, that was it! I was drunk!"
He stood up and pounded one fist into his other palm, shaking his head like he was in front of a jury.
That's the bad thing about being so young, and liking to screw as much as I do.
Men always want to touch me, and they stare at my tits as they lick their lips, but most of them are scared. Maybe some kids would tell on them but most of us wouldn't. Just because a girl is young doesn't mean she's stupid. And whoever made the rule that we have to wait so many years to get screwed, is all screwed up themselves. Hell, a young girl needs a fuck as bad, or worse, as any grown woman! And us kids appreciate it more, too!
That's why I like being a babysitter. Even when it takes an hour to calm down a husband, like Mr. Brown, it's still worth it. There's something about being in a man's house. A girl can have all kinds of fun if she plays her cards right.
You have to be careful though, because wives keep an eye on their men when a young chick is around. They were young once too, and they know how desperate us teenagers are to get laid. A moist pussy, and budding breasts, give us precious little else to think about. And after all, what could be as sweet as a good old-fashioned fuck!