I was very secretive about my fucking. It wouldn't do if all the girls found out about it, because then the competition would be worse. All of us were growing up, we had budding breasts and moist pussies, until there was little else besides sex that was important. Sure we had our school studies, and we had our little chores around the house, but the only thing that was constantly on our minds was the reality of our sexual maturity.
"I get so hot sometimes I could cry," Paula Carter told me one day.
"Yes, I know what you mean."
"I mean I really get hot and bothered." Her dark eyes flashed with the delicate subject. "Sometimes it gets so bad I have to masturbate, Angie. Do you ever do that?"
Paula wasn't a bosom buddy so I didn't confide in her. How she took care of her sexual needs was her own business, and if she was dumb enough to spend the next few years crying herself to sleep while she "saved" herself for a guy who was already fucking somebody else, that was her loss.
When Adam Sorenson's wife asked me to sit for them it gave me a thrill. They lived just two houses down from us, and I had seen Adam watching me sunbathe in my front yard. He wanted some young pussy and I knew it. I got so hot just thinking about his pecker that I got to their house an hour early.
"We aren't ready yet, Angie," Cora Sorenson told me.
"That's okay, I didn't have anything to do. You won't have to pay me for the extra hour."
Actually I hoped to watch Adam get dressed. I sat in the front room playing with John, their baby, while I imagined what was going on in the bedroom. Adam would be half-dressed, and if I could peek through the keyhole maybe I could see his cock.
Still a girl had to be careful, so I pretended to ignore Adam until they were dressed and gone. The next hours were agony. I kept thinking up ways to seduce this husband and I even went into their room and checked through his dresser.
The sight of his underwear sent shivers of pleasure through my body and when I touched his shorts it made me moan with anticipation.
Seduction isn't easy.
Some people think a young girl can get screwed any time she wants it. That just isn't true. Maybe an older guy does want to stick a pecker into us teenagers, but there are consequences he must face. It drives a man away most of the time.
That's what happened with Adam.
When they came home from the party I gave Adam a real come-on, stretching in front of him until my titties were pressed hard against my blouse.
"Gee, I'm tired!" I lied.
Adam ignored me, while Cora told me to go off to bed. Naturally I had made it a condition of babysitting that I got to stay over, because once I was in the house my chances were increased enormously. Still Adam ignored me as he went into the bedroom.
They had a separate room for me, with a single bed in it, so I went in there to undress. Being real sneaky I left my door ajar in the hope Adam would catch a glimpse of my fresh young body.
Nothing happened.
The lights were all turned off and we went to sleep.
Well, I reasoned before I fell off, you can't win them all. Some men just aren't willing to take the chance for a tender body.
I was wrong with Adam.
I knew that the minute I woke and felt a hand groping at the covers.
My back was turned to him and I didn't dare let him know I was awake as he slowly slid the blanket away from my sensitive body.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" I heard him moan in the moonlight.
It's a desperate feeling to lie quiet while a strange man stares at your flesh.
I was only wearing my panties and I wanted to turn over, lift my arms, and welcome Adam into an hour of pleasure.
Yet I sensed that he didn't want to get involved. He wanted a look at my young titties, but he didn't want to pay any price for the peek.
I tried to hold still, but it was hard to keep from breathing hard, and it was almost impossible to keep from moaning with joy.
I felt his hand touch my back. Gently. Stealthily.
This was a cruel punishment for me. How can a girl pretend to sleep when every fiber of her flesh wants to scream with ecstasy!
Yet even a touch of sex is better than nothing, and besides, the way Adam was stealing a moment of sex gave such quivering joy to my body that I felt like I was' ready to orgasm. I lay there with my legs doubled up while Adam touched my buttocks, my thighs, and I felt him lean over to get a peek at my titties.
"Wow, they're beautiful!" he groaned.
A finger on my nipple.
I screamed silently, using all my will power not to move a muscle, while the juices in my pussy made the crotch of my panties soaking wet.
I felt his hand between my legs. Tugging softly at the elastic in my panties.
Adam pulled some hairs when he lifted my panties away from my leg.
And I could feel his eyes staring wildly at my young cunt.
"Cripes, I can see the fuckin' thing!" he groaned with a sort of animal pain.
"I can see her fuckin' cunt!"
I would have to be dead not to feel his trembling fingers between my legs, yet Adam was so passionate he must have imagined himself being undetected. He touched my little moist pussy. Gently. Ever so gently.
While he gurgled with passion so violent I thought he was going to choke.
I heard him jacking off.
Adam stood right by my bed, while he took peek at my hair-covered cunt, and he jacked off.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted as I heard his fist slapping against his balls. "Oh man, that's beautiful!"
His grunts were coarse, ugly, yet incredibly beautiful as I lay there quivering in desire while Adam masturbated in the dark room.
"Ooooowwwwwwww!" he moaned."
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhh…!"
I could tell by the pain in his voice when he shot his load, and I felt a bit of his love juice spurt against my nude back. That was the worst time of all for me. All I had to do was roll over, spread my legs, and Adam would have to give me a fuck.
But I went along with his desperate desires.
I let Adam jack off while he looked at my soft body, then I lay still while he slipped off his shorts and rubbed the jism off the floor and off my back.
When he had slipped guiltily from the room, I put the pillow over my face and masturbated myself. Paula wasn't the only girl who knew how to relieve the dreadful urge. And Cora Sorenson couldn't hear me screaming with joy under the pillow.
When something is so beautiful and fills your life with satisfaction, you have to tell somebody. I meant to keep the secret to myself but nobody can really keep a secret, especially a female.
"Oh, you didn't really, Angie!" Paula exclaimed when I told her. "Why, that's terrible!"
We were sitting on my front porch and it seemed I had just loaned Paula a measure of power she never had before. Even her protestations were tinged with excitement.
"Sure I did, Paula. And what's more, I'm gonna screw them all if I can."
"Aren't you ashamed? Don't you have any conscience?"
"Why should I feel ashamed? Everybody does it, you know. I just found a better way. How many of the girls do it in the back seat?"
"Most of them," Paula admitted. "At least they brag about it all the lime."
"How about you? Did you ever try it?"
"Don't be vulgar!" she frowned. "I don't want to be a little tramp."
"You'd rather be frustrated?"
"I ain't frustrated, Angie!"
"Yes you are. How many times do you play with yourself?"
"That's none of your business."
"Wouldn't you like to try some real sex?"
"Maybe I would," she admitted. Everybody is a schemer. Once you set your mind to something you always need an alter ego, somebody who can share the discovery. That always makes it better. Except that I couldn't figure out how to get Paula screwed. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and long black hair, a sweet teenage figure all blossomed out with' big, titties and a real nice ass, and she was ripe for plucking. She needed a fuck something terrible so we had that in common, a base from which to operate. Still we didn't know how to go about it. I had a taste for mature men, while Paula was such a babe in the woods she couldn't tell the difference between a cock and her own probing finger.
There's a reason why married men keep away from us teenagers. It's too easy to get blackmailed, the way we did to Colin Brown. I got to thinking about him until it made me all hot and bothered, especially thinking about Paula too, so I called him at work and told him I needed a little fuck.
"Criminey, Angie, you shouldn't call me here!" I could hear the panic in his voice.
Maybe it was from the blackmail, the truth of my seduction at his hands, or maybe Colin wanted some more of my young pussy. Anyway, he agreed to meet us.
"You know that motel on Front Street?" he told me. "The Seagull Motel?"
We met him there at two in the afternoon. I meant to have Colin fuck Paula until I saw that bed and felt the mighty urge of my own loins.
Colin was nervous as hell. He didn't know I was bringing a girl friend.
"Geez, you're gonna get me thrown in the slammer sure as hell, Angie!"
It was a wicked way to get a little screwing and I knew it, but a girl throws caution to the wind when it comes time to hive a little screw. Girls have been known to go to any lengths to seduce a man.
"Kiss me, Colin!" I pushed against him while Paula gasped with shock.
Colin really liked me. He told me so while he felt me up and then carried me to the bed. We could have had a nice little fuck right then except for Paula. The sight of us touching each other's genitals, and French kissing and getting ready to enjoy sexual intercourse, was too much for that gentle girl.
"I gotta try it!" she squealed as she threw herself on the bed with us. "I gotta have some too…!"
Now there isn't any man who can take care of two young females when the heat is in their flesh, and I knew that. And it was my fault for bringing Paula along in the first place, so I had to sacrifice. I had to let Colin do it to her.
In a way that made me even hotter, to watch while somebody else got laid. There is something about seeing two people fuck that is every bit as exciting as the feel of fucking.
"You kids are gonna ruin me!" Colin groaned when I told him he had to fuck Paula.
"We won't tell nobody!" Paula echoed my own sentiments as she lay on the bed, squirming with anticipation. She looked beautiful at that moment, black hair on the white pillow case, a nubile body filled with the juices of spring. Right then I wished I was a man so I could fuck her myself. With her dress slipped high onto her thighs Paula represented a touch of sex that was both frightening and desirable. In the next little while she was going to be introduced to the most glorious reality of the human spirit, the fulfilling act of fucking. There would be no more dim images in her world after that. No more sleepless nights while she pondered the mystery of male and female.
"I'm so nervous I don't know if I can do it," Colin said as he sat on the bed and looked at Paula.
"Touch me here…!" Paula placed a hand at her breast. She was ready to be seduced, while I sat next to the bed and trembled with contained desire.
"You, have nice titties." Colin stared down at her. "You sure you know what you're doing? You ain't a dumb virgin like Angie was, are you?"
"No, I've done it a lot of times!" Paula pressed her head deeper into the pillow, already lost to the consuming needs of her flesh.
She was lying and I knew it, but a man can't always tell if a girl has been screwed before. Lots of guys have married a "virgin" and never realized they weren't the first.
"Man, I could use a drink!" Colin was sweating.
Before we could object he was out the door, and he could have gotten away from us. But he came right back, with a bottle of whiskey that he got from his car.
There were some glasses in the motel sink, all wrapped with paper, so he took one and filled it half full of water, poured whiskey in the rest of the way, and drank it quick.
"Ah, that's better!" he Sighed happily. "Now, where were we?"
He looked at me with a sort of wistful desire and I had the feeling he would rather fuck me, yet we had set the rules for the day and he went along with them.
It was lovely, the way Colin undressed Paula. He sat on the edge of the bed and methodically took off her dress, then fumbled with her bra.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped. "Oooohhh-hhhh!"
It was already feeling good to her and I sat there with deep envy, feeling the juices of my own body get mighty disturbed. It was a double sexual experience for me, with twice the passion, because I shared the joy of Paula while Colin played with her tits.
"Oh my golly!" she gasped when he massaged her naked tits. "Oh my golly.
Her boobs were nice, firm and white with teeny little nipples, and when Colin bent down to kiss them Paula tried to get away.
"Don't do that!" she squealed. "Oh, don't bite them, Mister!"
Colin sucked her tits. He got one of them right in his mouth and sucked on that goddam thing like a lollipop while Paula clawed hide off his back.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screeched. "Uuuuunnnngghh-hhh!"
I felt my own nipples get rigid with sympathetic reaction so I couldn't stand it any longer. I got on the bed with them and began to play with Paula's other breast.
"Whatcha doing!" she screamed. "Oh good heavens, don't do that Angie! Oh!
Ohhhh! Ooooooo!"
I tasted her sweet breasts and twirled her little pink nipples between my lips.
It was all Colin and I together could do to hold her down, and when he finally grabbed a handful of cunt she got loose.
"Aaaarrrgghh-hhh!" she screeched. "Let it go! Take your hand out of there, Mister! Ohhh! Aaaarrrnnnggghhh!"
In her sexual frenzy Paula was incredibly strong and she knocked me right off the bed. When I got back on, Colin was finger fucking the girl.
"Yeeeoooooo!" she screamed. "Do it some more, Mister! Do it harder, Mister!
Unnnggghhh…!"
Her little ass was pounding savagely against the bed while Colin sat there finger fucking her. The black hairs of her pussy were parted so I could see the lips of her cunt, all pink and soft and delicate, while her little poophole was snapping with the fury of her pleasure.
"Man but she's tight!" Colin gasped as he stood up and quickly removed his clothing. "I don't know if I can get the mothafucker in. You sure she's been screwed before, Angie!"
He didn't wait for my answer. Like a tiger on a defenseless deer, he pounced on my young friend. His hairy body lay heavy atop her while he got his cock into position.
"Don't do it!" Paula begged, suddenly terrified. "Oh please don't do' it to me, Mister! I don't wanna do it!"
Colin got his cock between her legs, pushed his ass toward her, and his cock slipped into her virgin cunt.
"Yeeeeooowww-wwww…!" Paula screamed with pain. "Oh my goodness! Oh my golly! Oh! Ooohhhhh!"
I saw her try to escape the fury of his attack as she tried to melt through the mattress. But Colin clung to her fresh body as he forced that big cock deeper into her quivering snatch.
"It's goin' in!" he groaned. "I can feel it goin' deeper. Man, is she tight Ugghhh!"
There was pain in his pecker and he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth as he forced that cock down into her juicy young cunt. When it was most of the way inside of her Colin began to fuck, moving his ass up and down while Paula lay there screaming with joy.
"Do it some more! Do it some more!" He did.
He got to humping faster and faster, groaning with the effort of reaming out her tight little cunt, until I felt the strokes myself.
"It hurts, Mister!" Paula bellowed. "Oh golly it hurts something awful!
Ooowwwww!"
Colin didn't hear the girl. He kept fucking faster and faster, building up to his orgasm, while I stood there shivering with my own sexual needs. I must have been crazy to give away my own piece of ass this way, still it was a sweet moment that added fuel to the fires of my sexual needs. I could identify with the reactions of Paula until I could almost feel myself being fucked, and I noticed how Paula got one leg pounding on the bed when it started feeling real good to her.
"Do it deeper!" she squealed. "Do it deeper, Mister! Ooooooo! Aaaauuugghbhh!"
It isn't every girl who gets an orgasm on her first piece of ass. Some of us have to learn how, to be able to relax and forget the pain, while some of us are lucky enough to come the very first time. Paula was lucky. Or maybe it was because she practiced with her finger before. At any rate she was a healthy girl, with desperate needs, and when Colin got ready to shoot she flipped out.
"I'm gonna come…!" he groaned when he started those little hard jerks. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come in her!"
"Don't do it, Mister!" Paula tried to climb right up the back of the bed.
"Don't shoot that stuff in me, Mister! I don't wanna have a baby!"
Colin jizzed in her.
The hot stuff shot out of his cock while he bellowed with joy, and when Paula felt that jizz spurt into her cunt she really went bananas.
"Yeeeeee-ooooowwww…!" She pounded her little ass so hard against the bed it knocked a lamp off the table. "Oh wow! Ohh! Aaaauuugghhhhhhh…!"
She must have come a doozie because she got that leg to pounding so hard it made the whole room shake, and when Colin tried to roll off her bo4y she clung to him with a desperate need.
"Do it some more!" she hissed, half unconscious with her orgasm. "Do it some more, Mister! I need it some more!"
But that's the trouble with men. Or boys. Or any member of the male gender.
Once they bust their nuts a valve shuts off or something, and they ain't worth a damn for the longest time! A girl can go on screwing for hours, for all night if they get the chance, while a man collapses like a balloon.
Paula lay there screeching for more only Colin couldn't do her any good. When he finally got loose of the girl he lay on his back, sweating and groaning with pleasure, while his limp pecker dripped the remaining semen onto his leg. Paula tried to replace his cock with her practiced finger, yet any girl knows there isn't anything to take the place of a real man-cock. She bawled and she bellered, she masturbated and she pounded the bed with her leg. Finally she must have got herself another orgasm because she sort of gurgled, quivered for a moment, and then wrapped her legs around her own hand. She appeared happy.
Pleased. Because she was smiling with a beauty I had never seen on Paula's face before.
That didn't help me a bit.
I was so hot I was ready to bust, except there wasn't anybody to fix me up. I thought of getting the guy from the motel desk but I didn't want to make trouble for Colin.
In desperation I sat on the bed to play with Colin's limp pecker. It felt sticky, very soft, and I wondered just how many cunts this terrible thing had been in. I had been told a man would fuck a porcupine when he got a hard-on so it was easy to imagine the multitude of pussies this hunk of meat had penetrated.
That didn't help me one bit.
And it didn't help Paula either, because she still wanted more. She was moaning and groaning as she played with her cunt. I watched her finger massage the little clitoris while she finger fucked herself, until out of curiosity I had to try her myself. With a gentle touch I placed my hand between her legs and massaged her puffy pussy lips. They were incredibly soft, warm and wet from, the juices of her own body and those of Colin. She felt my hand. She opened her legs to let me have a better feel.
My finger went into her juicy cunt easily. It was very hot in there, so moist and slippery it was unbelievable, and two seconds later she had her legs wrapped around my arm.
"Do it for me, Angie!" she hissed. "Play with me down there, Angie! Ooohh, I always did love you, Angie!"
I couldn't have got my hand out if I wanted, the way she wrapped her thighs around me, and she almost pulled my arm out of the, socket when she got to fucking my fist.
"Aaaauugghhhhh!" she moaned with renewed sexual fever. "Ooooooo… "
She came real fast, until the vibrations of her heaving hips made a squooshing sound inside her wet cunt. I liked the feel of her pussy, the softness of her flesh, and the response of her body was glorious. I finger fucked Paula into two more orgasms until she lay exhausted on the sheets.
That day with Colin didn't get me laid, and in fact I was in misery all through the night. Still, it gave a special sort of beauty to my life. There is something about sharing sex. A feeling of joy that persists long after the act.
Paula became my closest friend after that day, and she tried to give me her new polka-dot dress in payment for showing her the glories of sex. Naturally I couldn't take the dress, but I did let her play with my titties once in a while. We both enjoyed that. Sex with another girl brings a tenderness that is incomparable.
Paula was such a good friend that she promised not to baby-sit the homes I had as targets. It didn't really matter to her anyway because she had the hots for one of our school football stars. She screwed that boy, Rodger Hastings, right under the grandstand one night. She fucked him so bad he got a rupture and they had to suspend him from the team, yet they became sweethearts. They were fucking all the time so Paula didn't really need the grown men I wanted.
That's the same time I found out how many people in our neighborhood were swingers. It happened accidentally, one night when I was sitting for Susan Lovely.