The fucking ache had been building for most of the day. Wendy even felt as though it had been building for much longer than that. A week at least. It had been that long since her abortive evening with Andrew.
Andrew. The name even sounded like that of a small child. And despite his six-foot height, he had been little more than a child when it came to fucking a sexually-eager seventeen-year-old girl.
Namely Wendy Halliburton.
If she really wanted to be honest, Andrew was the worst but his predecessors hadn't been the greatest set of fuckers she had ever known. Most of them were quick-shot artists like Red Hardy.
God, what she'd give for a good, honest-to-God hard fucking. A real first-class fuck.
Maybe tonight, with Phillip of the broad shoulders, and well-filled blue jeans, she would get her wish.
She gazed at herself in the mirror. She was wearing nothing but a pair of baby-blue panties, low-slung bikini bottoms, with the dark triangle of her pubic hair outlined just above the vee of her crotch.
Her firm young tits stood coral-tipped on her high rib cage, and her belly was sleek and flat. There was no baby fat on her teenaged body, though she could by no means be called lean. The flesh and muscle had achieved a happy medium on her nubile body. She was what the boys at school called stacked.
She took great pride in her big tits, reveled in the effect it had on those young bucks who lounged against the walls at school, whistling low and moaning softly when she passed, whispering lewd remarks just loud enough for her to hear.
Let them look, feast their eyes on her tits, dream their wet dreams, wake up in the morning with their shorts sticky. A man needed to have some sense of what paradise was.
And not many would argue that Wendy Halliburton was very definitely paradise – a paradise of pussy and perfect tits.
The doorbell rang in high-pitched tones. Wendy slipped into her white blouse and checked her appearance one final time in the mirror. Hair flowing past her shoulders, the bangs were cut just above her green eyes. Blouse neatly pressed and well filled with her tits. She rubbed the nipples through the fabric to make them stand erect.
She slipped on her miniskirt and twirled. Just enough thigh showed to serve as a tantalizing advertisement for the sweet pussy between her legs.
Hope it gets some action tonight.
The doorbell became more and more insistent. He'd just have to wait, since she was the only one at home. Her parents had gone for a weekend trip to the mountains, and they left the great big house to her.
She meant to make the best of it.
"I'm coming," she shouted, hurrying out of her room and down the stairs.
Damn, forgot the shoes.
She turned and went back up the stairs and slipped into a pair of sandals.
Guess he thinks I'm never coming.
She winced. That would be terrible, she thought, catching a secondary meaning of the word. I'd sure hate never to come again.
She paused in front of the big oak door.
This was her last chance with a young stud. If he disappointed her like the last two, well, she would just have to take on some better pricks. Ones with experience, who had something more on their minds than blowing their nuts as quickly as they could.
"Sure took a long time," Phillip said as she opened the door.
"Anything good is worth waiting for."
Wendy snuggled closer to Phillip on the living-room couch. She nestled her strawberry blonde head in the cradle formed by his neck and shoulder and draped her right arm across his belly.
"It's kinda nice to be alone, isn't it?" she purred, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
"Uh, sure is," he stammered, nervously stroking her back.
She edged her mini skirted thigh close to him, letting it rest alongside his. She could feel their mutual warmth mingling at the touch, and she smiled to herself, an anticipatory gleam filling her green eyes.
He wanted it. He just didn't know how to go about getting cunt. Or he was too damn afraid to try. How was it that all the young fellows she was attracted to were like this? She would just have to coax him, give him some encouragement, and maybe he'd take the hint. He may be inexperienced, but surely he wasn't retarded.
"You know, Mom and Dad won't be back for two days. We've got the complete house to ourselves."
Her fingers slipped inside his shirt and touched the flesh of his belly, tracing circles about his navel. The hair which gathered on his stomach, sparser and shorter than that which grew just a little lower at the base of his cock, tickled her fingertips.
She lightly massaged the slight depression and was reminded of a similar act in a very different place on her own body. Her motion was not unlike the tender strokes she often gave her sweet little pussy as she sought the delicate hump of clitoral flesh, rich with sensitive nerve endings.
She often resorted to finger-fucking herself. It was sometimes her only relief, her only method of releasing the hot desires which welled up inside her nubile young body. Slipping a finger into her cunt was not her favorite way of getting her sexual kicks, but she couldn't always be so choosy, and it was surely the most economical way of getting her tight little cunt a climax.
It was too bad that Phillip didn't have a clit buried in his navel. Things would be easier for all concerned. A few quick brushes of her finger and he would be ready to forget his shyness and aggressively pursue the hot little cunt that he hadn't the sense to realize was his just for the asking.
"You're sure awfully silent, Phillip. A penny for your thoughts."
He smiled sheepishly at her, embarrassed, and she was certain that he had been thinking of the thrilling action of fucking her cunt with his stiff prick.
He squeezed her arm. His palms were hot and sweaty, as though he had a fever.
"I didn't know that anything could be bought for a penny nowadays, what with inflation and all," he said.
She rubbed her hand across his belly, felt it quiver as she touched the strip of flesh just above his belt line.
"I'm willing to offer more."
She looked up into his eyes read the fire raging within them. His eyes seemed to be exploring her, trying to read her thoughts, to fathom her intentions, her willingness. She knew the signs of her desire blazed back at him, but he didn't know how to read them. He was unsure of himself, didn't know her well enough to reckon that she wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, bending his head toward her.
She lifted to meet his kiss. It was tender, his lips pressing lightly to hers. She wanted him to open his mouth, but he didn't and she was disappointed.
"Do you find me exciting?" she asked, her mouth still close to his, so that their breaths mingled.
She kissed him again, opening her mouth, her kiss warm and wet. For an instant, her tongue touched his lips, licked their fullness then withdrew. He started at her touch, but before he could respond she had gone.
"Terribly exciting," he said.
His hand stroked her cheek, his fingers tracing the soft outline of her jaw, then brushing across her mouth. She kissed his fingertips, licked the palm of his hand, nibbled at the ends of his fingers, all the while making a low mewling sound of pleasure.
"I'm no Goddess, Phillip. And I don't want to be adored. I'm real, flesh and blood, and I want to be loved like a woman. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
She shifted then, drawing herself up on the couch. She eased herself onto his lap, letting her arms encircle his neck. She could feel the hardness of his cock at her hip when she snuggled close, could feel his chest heaving with desire as she pressed her titties, all taut-tipped and fiery-hot with her growing passion, against his chest.
Her kiss was received differently this time. Their mouths locked, lips open. She licked the tender insides of his lips and felt the warm touch of his tongue seeking hers. She sucked his oral organ greedily.
His hand stroked her bare thigh, each stroke carrying him higher and higher until he caressed the flesh at the hem of her silken panties. He quivered from the excitement of the forbidden touch, then moaned at the passion throbbing in his cock.
She answered his response with a low moan.
Her panties had become soaked as her cunt became lubricated. The crotch was dripping with cunt fluid, and the juices had begun to slicken the tingling warmth of her white thighs.
His hand gripped her asscheek, gave it an affectionate squeeze, then pressed her closer to him. She could feel the powerful prick thicken and lengthen as he crushed their bodies together.
"You're incredible," he breathed. "I love…"
She covered his mouth with her hand, cutting off the words.
"Don't say it. It's not necessary. You don't have to give me an excuse to let you touch me."
He nodded. "You are real, aren't you? You may be only sixteen, baby, but I'm beginning to think you're very experienced."
She took his hand from her hip and placed it on one eager tit.
"You won't be the first, Phillip. Does that disappoint you?"
"No. It excites the shit out of me."
He kneaded her tit through the fabric of her blouse, and she felt the nipple blossom into fullness under the ministration of his hand.
"Then suppose we quit talking so damn much, and get to doing something."
He chuckled throatily. "I couldn't agree more." He pulled her to him, and their mouths sought one another.
Wendy sighed contently. She had just turned sixteen but she felt older, as though somehow the biological sense of time had gone awry, had brought her not only early physical maturity, but emotional maturity, far beyond what could be normally expected of her years.
Now Phillip was exploring her physical maturity.
His hand cupped one melon-shaped breast. She wore no bra, and was very proud of the fact that her tits were firm enough to stand by themselves.
She knew that other girls had bigger tits, but she always found them a little less perfect, a little less appealing to the eye. Too many times they sagged, or swayed fleshily. She liked to think that her tits made every man's mouth water in anticipation when she passed, and she felt that she wasn't far from wrong on that count.
Phillip tweaked her nipple, and then began unbuttoning her blouse. She tugged her blouse out of her skirt, then leaned away from him as he pulled the garment free.
Her breasts tumbled free, straining eagerly, the nipples like brown pebbles sitting on the mist-colored areolas.
"You've got some good-looking tits, Wendy."
"Kiss and suck them. It'll make my pussy more ready for your fat cock."
She felt the lightning jerk of his prick, and she reached down to pet it. She knew that men liked to hear dirty words.
"Can you wait, baby?" she asked.
He swallowed and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "I-I think so."
"We'll both enjoy it more. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. You going to suck my titties now, or not?"
"Now," he said, and he dived toward one thrusting brown nipple.
His mouth covered her nipple, and his tongue instinctively darted forward. He flicked his tongue across the hard point of her nipple, letting it circle the proud peak. Her other tit was being massaged by his left hand, his fingers plying the tiny brown bud excitedly.
He leaned her back on the couch, stretching himself out beside her. He draped one leg across her thighs and drew his knee up between her legs, pushing her short skirt up. His knee rested on the vee of her crotch right against the high cunt mound. She clutched his leg to hers, and began to hunch against it.
"Eat my titties, baby!" she murmured, burying her hand in his thick hair, holding his mouth to her breast. "Love me with your mouth and tongue. Yes, like that!"
He took the nipple between his lips, pressed them tightly against it, then slipped his teeth over the hard bud.
She tensed fearfully for a moment, afraid that he might hurt her, then she relaxed as she felt how gently he moved across her nipple.
He lifted from the tit, licked around the areola, then flicked the nipple with whip like motions of his tongue.
She moaned pressed her hand over his on her other tit guided it in circular motions, stroking his neck savagely and holding him tightly to her tits.
He licked the underside of her titties, nipping at them occasionally with his teeth, then laved the full area of her left tit until it sparkled with saliva.
"The other one. Suck it too, baby."
He moved. As he engulfed her right breast, he felt himself gripped by the power in Wendy's voice. He had always understood that in sexual matters, the male was the dominant figure, yet there was no doubt in his mind that it was Wendy who had assumed the dominant role in this seduction.
She had been the aggressor, while he had been manipulated all the way. If he plunged his prick into her burning pussy, then it would be by her own design, rather than by any sly plans or devious traps he had maneuvered her into.
He licked the area between her tits where the flesh drew tight over the breastbone before flaring outward to the high twin mounds. He moved higher to her neck, caressing each tit with his fingers and palms.
She could feel the hard prick poking into her belly, and she wrapped her legs around him, flinging her body toward him, so that her cunt mound massaged the base of his cock. He responded by hunching back at her, and for several moments they dry-fucked breathlessly.
"You're so hot," gasped Phillip.
Wendy poured out great waves of heat from the desire burning in her loins. Her cunt was raging with pent-up lust. The mouth of her pussy was swollen from the blood which rushed to her cuntlips, and her tangy twat twitched and fluttered in anticipation.
"I love to fuck," she whispered to him. Her hand slipped between their tightly pressed bodies, resting on his pants where his cock had risen. "Take off your clothes, and let me feel your naked cock."
He stood, kicked off his shoes, stripped his shirt slipped out of his trousers. She could see the jut of his prick in his shorts. He eased them down his pale thighs, revealing the gloriously ruddy shaft which was his prick.
His cock rose from the curling growth of pubic hair beneath his belly, long and straight, demanding her attention, jerking forcefully as the blood coursed through it. It was a powerfully hypnotic wand, pointing at her like an accusatory finger, demanding that she prove her femaleness. She felt as though she should bow before it, worship it.
She smiled at the tiny slit in its head, saw the thin clear drop of pre-cum ooze from it. She reached out, touched the swollen glans, spread the cum over the glistening cockhead. Phillip had not been circumcised. She wondered what effect that had on his pleasure when he fucked, and she hoped that it enhanced rather than detracted from it.
His balls hung in a heavy sac beneath his cock, and they were swollen, holding the sweet cock cream that would flood her cunt when he climaxed.
"You're really hung, Phillip. Finger my cunt. Get me ready. It'll make it easier for me to fuck your big cock."
She could not get over the mingling of fear and joy she always got when she stared at a hard prick. She wondered if all women were that way.
He knelt. She watched his body. He was beautiful, she decided, but naked men always fascinated her. She had books and books with pictures of naked men, and she always opened them and gazed at their cocks, both flaccid and erect, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by them. When she saw a good-looking man anywhere, she mentally stripped him of all his clothes, tried to picture his prick in her mind.
Most of her parents' friends had come under her scrutiny; she had daydreamed about several fucking her, plunging their pricks in her, becoming more than mere friends, becoming lovers with whom she could share herself.
It had been a friend of her father's who had first fucked her.
She had inadvertently entered the wrong bathhouse at the country club where she had seen her first naked man, a business associate of her father's. He had stood embarrassed, and she had watched him flush. She had been entranced, unable to move, thrilled by his nakedness.
She stared in fearful fascination as his flaccid prick had begun to rise. He had fucked her right there in the bathhouse, her ass perched on his beach towel, plowing through her cherry and giving her what she had always wanted – a hard cock fucking the shit out of her.
He had been embarrassed and fearful when it was over, realizing that he had committed jailbait rape by giving her the fucking she had wanted and had not fought against. The mere insertion of his prick into her fourteen-year-old cunt was enough to condemn him if he were found out. He muttered apologies and fled, and though she too had quickly gathered her swimsuit and slipped it back on, slinking out of the bathhouse, it was with no remorse over what had happened, but with a glow, a sense of her womanhood, a desire to pursue this new-found thing.
Phillip unzipped her miniskirt and eased it over her hips. His hands trembled as he slipped the garment down her thighs and off her legs. He cast it away.
Surprisingly he began to kiss her feet, her ankles, her calves, his mouth working up toward her steaming cunt. When he paused at her knees, she flopped her legs open, offering him a good look at the red meat of her pussy.
He began to lick the warm flesh. His tongue brushed lightly across the velvety inner region of her thighs. When he was within several inches of her pulsating pussy, he tasted her cunt juices, still flowing down her thighs. He imagined the thick bush of her cunt winking smugly at him. He gulped, as much in fear as from his arousal. He had seen pictures of wide-open cunts, but he had never been this close to a juicing cunt in his life. He was drawn to it like a magnet.
He nuzzled between her thighs, his face so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath even through the silk of her panties.
He kissed her then, right on the dampness of her crotch, felt the flesh beneath the fabric oozing softly and saturating the crotch. She moaned and pushed herself up to him, lost in her own lust, stoking the flames of need.
"Oh, God, kiss my pussy!" she whispered wildly, quivering and undulating in savagely eager jerks. She clamped her legs tightly about his head, entrapping him in their viselike grip, holding him to her.
He fought to get out, and she was afraid she had frightened him with her boldness, but the need was getting stronger within her cunt, was coursing trough her tits. She bucked and rolled to the strange rhythm, the erotic sensations of her need making her place her heels on the couch and push her pussy upward.
"Your fingers. Hurry and get me ready!" she begged, placing her hands on her panties as if to draw them down and away from her. The panties were smothering her pussy, holding in the heat that sought to escape, they were a buffer between her and the fucking she so desperately needed.
Phillip eased her panties off then placed his hand on her pussy and pressed. He watched her in fascination. His cock throbbed, the blood shooting to the head, swelling it so that he thought that any second it would burst from the immense pressure.
She had been massaging her tits for several moments, pulling them, tugging forcefully at her nipples. Her belly shivered with lightning-quick bursts of breath that were forced through her open mouth, and her tongue flicked frantically over her lips to keep them wet. For some reason they had become dry.
"Hurry!" she demanded.
Phillip slipped one knuckle of his middle finger into her cunt. Her breath whooshed out of her lunges.
"AHHHH!" she moaned. "More. Give me more of it."
She bucked against his hand, but he withdrew the finger so that her cunt could not envelop it. He was enjoying tantalizing her.
The flesh of her pussy was dark, but as he separated the cuntlips with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, he saw that it was almost crimson on the inside.
He dipped deeper into her pussy, giving her a second knuckle, catching her erect clitoris with the motion. He could feel the clit right above his hand, and he was amazed at how stiff it was. He moved his hand so that his thumb brought pressure to bear on her clit while he eased his finger into her pussy.
"All of it!" she cried. She grabbed his wrist with her hand and shoved forward with her hips so that he could not escape her this time.
"Alihhh, there. Finger-fuck me, Phillip!"
He began to plunge his finger in and out, and when she responded, he slipped her a second finger. All the while he was stroking his cock with his other hand.
She fucked his finger for almost a minute, and then shouted, "Your cock! Give me your cock!"
He was all too happy to oblige.