Sunlight streaming in the window woke the girl. Tammy stretched luxuriously. Her body was still tingly from the night before. She could feet Bart Williams' arms still around her. She still smelled the exotic scent of his cologne, still tasted the touch of his tongue in her mouth. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, twisting her luscious body beneath the sheet. It had been so nice to cuddle with him in his car as he sat in front of the house.
She had been surprised when he asked for a date. Tammy had almost decided that he was a lost cause for her. He had remained warm and friendly whenever they met on campus, but he seemed to avoid her when she positioned herself close to him in the student center. Tammy smiled at the memory of the embarrassment on his face as he backed into her tits, not realizing that she was behind him. He had been too flustered to speak.
"They aren't breakable," she laughed in her most sultry voice. She was afraid that she had really scared him off with that. She hadn't, though. She had almost finished her hamburger when he stopped at her table and asked for a date for Friday evening. She smiled at his conscious attempts to keep from staring at her breasts.
He had still been trying to keep his eyes off them as they sat beside each other during the concert. Tammy did not make things easier on the boy. She leaned toward him, letting the ripe tits pour over the top of her dress. She made sure he saw them. She made sure he felt them against his arm. On the way home she snuggled against him in his car, thankful that he had bench seats and hot a sports car with bucket seats that served only to keep a couple separated. Bart put his arm around her and hugged her tightly as he drove. They stopped in town for coffee and a sandwich, then drove in the countryside before returning to Uncle Paul's house.
She was waiting as he parked the car, waiting as he turned toward her. She looked up, lips parted in anticipation. He looked at her, almost frightened by her loveliness. He kissed her gently. He kissed her with increasing fervor. As she melted against him, he ran his tongue between her lips. They kissed and sucked at each other. Bart felt the surge of excitement along his cock. His prick began to swell inside his pants.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. She pulled his face back to hers and kissed him with deeper intensity than she'd ever kissed a boy. She sucked at the roving tongue he sent back into her mouth. She twisted her body slowly to let her tits roll against him. Her hand felt the warmth which was coming to his groin. She trembled in delight, waiting for the right time to let her hand steal over and grasp the cock.
"Ohhhhh, Tammy," he told her. "You're the softest, sweetest girl I ever kissed. Oooo, you are getting my heat up." His hand went around her waist, his palm just at the side of her tit. Tammy turned her shoulders and laid the tit squarely in his gasp. She felt him jump at the sudden feel of her tit in his hand. He kept hold of it, though, and began to hesitantly caress its firm curve. As Bart became more convinced of her willingness to have her tits played with he caressed it more fully, his hand trembling at the thought of holding such fantastic breasts. He'd wanted to do this since the first afternoon he saw her walk across the campus. Hell, every boy on the campus had been itching to get his hands on these beauties. The boys who had dated her, however, complained that the brunette wouldn't let them get their hands near her. She sure didn't have any objections tonight. He listened to her murmur softly as she yielded her body to his sensuous explorations.
"Ooooo, yes," she purred. "Love them, Bart. Love them up good, make them swell over my chest." Tammy shivered at the delight of his touch. Her hand stole closer to his cock, feeling the throbs which ran about his thighs as she came closer. Her fingers taunted steadily toward the pulsing bulge in his pants. She fingered the maddened pecker as he tightened his hold on her tits. The brunette clamped her hand on the cock and held him firmly, her body shaking with excitement as he slipped his hand beneath her sweater. The tits lunged into his caress, their satin skin glowing at his touch. Tammy pressed one hand against the outside of her sweater, crushing his hands over her throbbing tits beneath the soft knit. Her other hand groped about his cock more brazenly, tracing the outline of his warm tool until she felt she had its shape and size committed to memory. She suddenly clamped her fingers over its shaft and pumped happily as he jumped and lunged about the seat in excitement.
"God!" he exclaimed. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"
"As much as you are doing to me, I hope," she answered. His cock was even harder beneath her fingers. Her tits were swelling more delightedly against his hands. Her nipples burned. She wanted his fingers on them. She wanted them to be held completely in his hands. The damn bra was just in the way.
"Unhook me, Bart!" she whispered. "Unhook my bra and let me feel your hands all over them."
Tammy shuddered in expectation as he fumbled at the bra. She almost smiled, thinking he must be awfully unfamiliar with girl's underclothing if he was that fumbling with the hook. Still, she reminded herself, he knew where to fumble. She wished she had worn a front opening bra if he was going to fumble with it so long. Then she would at least get the thrill of his fingers about her tits while he struggled to release them.
He finally managed to release the bra. His hands came back to the front as the garment hung loosely. He grabbed her heaving breasts. His breath caught a moment as he felt the full ripeness of the tits. His fingers trembled over them, then pressed rapturously into the soft flesh. Tammy shuddered beneath his sensuous touch and tugged his belt loose. Her fingers explored along his pants until they found the zipper. Another moment and she was able to reach inside his pants and grab his steaming pecker.
"So big!" she gasped. "Ooooo, it feels so big and strong!" She pulled the long meat out of his pants and began to tease it with her fingers. She pumped the skin slowly along the throbbing, pulsing shaft while he kept one hand at her tits. His other slipped beneath her skirt and felt into her crotch. He fingered her pussy through hose and panties, pushing the soft nylon into the glowing little opening. Tammy closed her thighs about his hand and let her body go submissive and limp to his soft caresses. He worked at her until her tits and her pussy were tingling wildly. She cuddled his swollen cock between both of her hands, feeling the surging desire inside it.
"Damn!" Bart muttered. "I wish I had a way to empty this load into your pussy." He pulled her hose and panties down enough to get his fingers against her naked cunt. His fingers spread her cunt lips and rubbed her clit into insane trembling. Tammy grasped his cock more firmly and pumped frantically as he crawled over her in the confined space of the car.
"Yes! I want it in me, Bart. Ohhhh, yes! Slip it in there and let me feel it!"
Tammy slid her ass toward him, taking her hands off his cock long enough to slide her hose and panties far enough down her legs to let him bring the hardened meat up to her anxious pussy. It was awkward as hell, but they managed. She gasped as she felt the head of his prick jam against her cunt, then slip slowly into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, it's so sweet in there!" Bart panted. "Ohhh, I'd have died if I hadn't gotten it in you."
"I can't stay like this very long," Tammy told him. Her mind was aware of the possibility of a cop driving by or Uncle Paul seeing them from the window or, even, of Larry walking up to the car. This was far from the safest place they could have chosen to try to get in a fuck.
"Go ahead," she urged him. "Fuck me! I want to feel your prick unload in me. Come on! Fuck me!"
She could feel the excitement that rippled through his cock. He fucked her rapidly, driving the heavy pecker into her with frantic demand. Her pussy glowed at the touch of the firm male flesh along its passage. Her muscles contracted about the pecker, her nerves afire from the luscious contact. He drove at her wildly, as though he was determined to slam the cock all the way through her. This time it did not hurt her, though. This was Bart's cock in her. This was a piece of meat she had wanted in there. This was the cock all the girls at school had been trying to get up their pussies.
"Uhhhh!" he gasped. "Uhhh! Lord! What a sweet pussy!"
"Mmmmm," the brunette purred. "Mmmm, yessss! Fuck me, Bart! Hurry! Fuck me quickly! Oooo!"
She let her cunt suck on his prick. She hunched herself along the hot shaft, urging him with words and actions to go ahead and unload in her. Another night they could fuck at leisure. Tonight she just wanted to feel that massive prick unload in her. She lay panting and twisting in the confinement of the car as he fucked her roughly and crudely. His cock thrust wildly. His hands clawed about her tits, filling them with heaving, pulsing satisfaction.
"I'm coming," he warned her. "I'm about to empty this cock in you. Uhhhh! Uhhhh!"
"Ooooeeee!" she gasped as the hot juice began spurting from the maddened head of his prick. "Fuck! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oooooeeee!"
Tammy took the full force of his wad. She lay beneath him, her pussy alive and glowing from the sensation of the wonderful stuff filling it. The brunette ran her hands frantically about his hair. She tore at his shirt. She throbbed and pulsed in delight at the magnificent sensation. She had gotten Bart Williams' cock! She had fucked Bart Williams! Her head swam with the delicious knowledge. Her pussy panted at the warm, cozy feeling inside her. She let him empty his cock, then struggled up and straightened her clothing.
Tammy's knees were weak as they walked to the front door. She leaned against Bart as they stepped along the walk. She noticed Larry's car in the drive and frowned. She didn't think it had been there when they first parked. Perhaps she had been mistaken. Still, she felt a shiver of dread at the thought that her cousin had driven up while they were occupied out there in Bart's car.
Bart kissed her deeply and sensuously at the door. The girl felt her pussy spasm in response to the nearness of his luscious cock. She leaned her body against him, letting him feel how ready she would be for another fuck. He looked down at her eyes, then kissed her again. He held her tightly, hands slowly caressing along her curves, then filling themselves with her tits for a moment.
"I'll see you at school Monday," he told her. "I want to see a lot of you, baby. I want to see a hell of a lot more of you."
Tammy had been expecting to find either Larry or Uncle Paul waiting for her as she entered. She sighed thankfully as she walked into a darkened and silent house. The brunette slipped quietly to her room. She thought of taking a shower, then decided against it. That might raise suspicions in the household.
The lovely brunette stretched again, then slipped the sheet off and let the rays of the sun pour across her body. The soft curves glowed in the golden light. Tammy stretched again and breathed deeply and happily. She recalled Bart's words with a happy smile, then slowly drug herself from the bed. She rubbed her pussy until it tingled with delight. She caressed her luscious tits with affection. He had liked them. He hadn't thought they were too big. Tammy had been afraid he would feel they were too much, that they made her more like a cow than a girl. He had been turned on by them. He had caressed them as if they were the most delicate tits in the world, not the mountains on the chest of some overdeveloped freak.
Her finger smelled of dried cum as she pulled it to her face. Tammy wrinkled her nose at the unpleasantness of the odor. It had smelled so good last night. Now that it was dried, it stunk. She walked to the bath, started to shower, then changed her mind. She leaned over the tub and began drawing a deep bath of hot water. She stepped to the medicine cabinet and drew out a bottle of richly scented bath oils. It made her feel sensuous, exotic and sexy to pour a healthy amount of the lush oil into the water.
She lay in the tub for almost an hour. Her body sparkled from the light coating of the oils. She caressed the sweet fragrance over her thighs, about her pussy, up over her tits. When she finally rose from the tub she was sure that she was softer, more feminine and desirable, than ever before. She had been loved last night. She had pampered herself this morning. She walked back into the bedroom as soon as she was dry, her mind whirling from her memories, from her plans, from her erotic fantasies.
Larry Peters was sitting on her bed. His eyes glowed as he looked at her naked body. He ogled her tits. He licked his lips at the soft curves of her thighs. He swallowed hard as he focused his gaze on her dark cunt hair.
"Wow!" he gasped. "That's what I call a hell of a piece of pussy!"
"What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded, her eyes blazing in anger and resentment. This was her room! This was her privacy! She fought back the impulse to rush across the room and try to attack him. That's what he would like. She knew that. He'd love nothing better than to wrestle her down on the bed and fuck her again.
"Get out!" she demanded, stepping to the door and opening it just a crack. "Get out before I call Uncle Paul or Aunt Liz!"
The boy laughed at her. He sat on the bed, clad in an old pair of shorts. His firm, athletic body glistened in the sunlight as he smiled back at her anger. Slowly he shook his head. His eyes continued to rove about her body, now concentrating on the delicious thrust of her ass.
"So call them," he answered. "You'd better call loudly, though. They've gone, downtown for the day. Mom had some shopping to do and Dad went along. They said they'd be back late this afternoon. Go ahead and call them, baby. Yell as loud as you can. I still don't think they'd hear you."
Tammy turned back in mixed anger and apprehension. Damn him, anyway! He'd sure ruined her morning reveries. The smart bastard had taken her glowing happiness and shattered it against the wall. She watched as he stood up and slipped the shorts down his legs. His cock came upright, red and threatening. He patted it and smiled across the room at her. Slowly he crooked his finger to her and indicated her desire for her to join him at the bed.
"Just us, again, baby!" he muttered. "Just you and me again. I had planned on slipping in here last night after they'd gone to bed. Last night I played the best football of my life. All during the game, I kept promising myself a goof fuck with you. You know what you were doing when I got home? You were sitting out there in the car with that guy while he played with your tits."
He looked at her with anger on his face. Tammy backed away as he walked across the room toward her. He caught her by the arm and pulled her up against him. His cock was hot as it pressed against her bare skin. His breath was angry as he looked down at her.
"That was all right," he muttered hoarsely. "It was when you let him in your pussy that I got resentful. I had played my heart out all night and you sat out there and let some college Joe fuck you. I laid in here and ached to get my cock in that pussy, but you already had it filled with some other guy's pecker."
He dragged her to the bed and wrestled her onto the sheet. Tammy tried to struggle but he pinned her arms to the bed with his knees. She lay helpless as he held his raging prick over her, then slowly brought it down toward her face. Larry rubbed it over her face, then pointed it at her lips and shoved it into her mouth.
"Just for that," he panted, "I want a blow-job. Suck it, baby! You lay there and suck this old cock to make up for what you did last night. I'll make you give first choice to your own family. You can fuck the other guys after you've taken care of me, not before. Come on, now! Start sucking!"