Chapter 2: Getting There

It would be another two weeks before I would see Erin again: Cinco de Mayo to be exact on the date. I picked her up at her house, and we just drove around The Valley. She was wearing this turquoise maternity-styled shirt (that for some reason is popular these days) and blue jeans. I had a gift card to E.B. Games, and she showed me where the nearest one was; I took her to my grandmother’s house; and then I drove us out of The Valley and into the Calabasas/Westlake area where I lived.

On the way there, however, we were listening-to/blasting The Smashing Pumpkins’ song Bullet With Butterfly Wings, when she decided unzip her pants and cover herself with the black Guinness sweatshirt that I had lying in the backseat of my car.

After she had been fiddling around down there for a minute, I put a bit a bit of restrain in my voice, and I asked her, “What are you doing?” in a tone that suggested that I knew perfectly well what she was doing.

Nonchalantly, she replied, “Masturbating.” She then proceeded to bring a very wet finger to her mouth and suck on it. “Yummy.” She quickly took her other hand, which had also been under the sweatshirt, and wiped it on my forearm. “Sicko!” I yelled, not mad at all.

I looked at her, looked at the road, looked at her again to make sure that she was watching, and licked her juices off my arm. “Hmm, you’re right,” I said. “Simply delicious.” One could see she was shocked, in a happy way, and then she started busting up, laughing.

I drove to my favorite tobacconist and bought a cigar with her, which I recall to be an intoxicating Litto Gomez (LG) Diez. We talked with the proprietor, who was a friend of mine, and I lit up while sitting with Erin on one of the leather couches provided at the store.

I had just taken a puff when suddenly, fiercely, kissed me, stealing the smoke from my mouth. I passed the cigar to her, she took a puff, and she passed the smoke to me, via another kiss. Suck, lean forward, kiss, blow, lean back, pass. Wait, watch, lean forward, suck, lean back, reach. We finished my cigar off like that.

The combination of nicotine and loss of blood (it was going to other areas of my anatomy besides my brain) almost caused me to rear-end someone on my way to take Erin out to my favorite sushi bar.

I ordered a little bottle of warm sake for us and some Santa Barbara Sweet Shrimp. I had been telling her about the shrimp some time previously. It’s my favorite thing on their menu. It’s live, then they kill it, cut off the tail, cut the tail in half, turn that into regular sushi, and while you eat the tail in the sushi roll, they flash fry the rest of the shrimp so that by the time you finish the tail, you are served the rest of the shrimp, and you eat that whole. It tastes like tempura, and the shell is all crunchy and tasty.

Anyway, we had been affected by the sake, so we just sat in the front seat of my car, snuggling and listening to Tommy Lee’s song Good Times. It set the mood for the rest of the day.

I drove her to this little park by my house and we ran around there for a while. She’d run from me, I’d chase her, tackle her, and pin her to the ground (Wrestling was one of the three sports I’d lettered in that I told you about in the first chapter of my story).

Then she’d give, get up, and start running away all over again. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. After a moment, she rolled me off of her, and we ended up in the spoon position, lying on the grass. Erin started giggling, like there was something naughty on her mind. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

She rolled over onto her stomach, and grinned at me, biting her bottom lip. Liking the possibilities of what I thought her look might entail, I repositioned myself so that we were forming a one hundred degree angle and the sun, which was starting to disappear behind the mountains at Erin’s back, shone through one side of her hair.

Our faces were less than a foot away from the other’s, and Erin took my right hand in both of hers, slowly unbent my index finger, and took it into her mouth. I straightaway pulled my finger out of her mouth, looked her in the eyes, and playfully said, “Don’t tease me.”

She proceeded to cast her eyes downwards, adopted a pout, looked back up at me, made a cute whining noise in the back of her throat, and took my hand again. “Allright,” I said, rolling my eyes. She gave a happy “Yay!” and continued to imitate oral sex with finger, slowly taking it in and out of her hot mouth, and rolling her tongue around it.

Having never experienced head before, on any part of my anatomy, even this faux blowjob was causing my toes to curl, my balls to contract. “Too much!” I cried, yanking my hand away. This, of course caused her to laugh hysterically. “OK,” I said, “Let’s see how you like it.” I grabbed her hands. Serious now, she asked me “What are you doing?” “You’ll see.” I replied, and I uncurled the thumb on her left hand.

Keeping both my hands around both of hers, I leaned my head in, turning to the side so that she could continue to get a good view, opened my mouth, and started flicking her thumb with my tongue. She gave a start, then said “Whoa,” in a heavy expulsion of breath. “OK, OK, OK,” she said. “I get it.” Laughing, I pulled her to her feet, kissed her, and led her back to my car.

We drove to my house. I parked the car and we went inside. My parents were just about to leave to go to dinner and asked us if we’d like to join them. Seeing as we’d already eaten, we declined. We were left alone.

Erin had been losing handfuls of the extensions in her hair all day, and we took this opportunity to take out the extensions (My gosh, did THAT take a while.); but we took advantage of the opportunity and the necessary closeness to fool around.

She had her hands up in her hair, I grabbed her waist and started kissing her neck. She instantly turned around, started kissing me roughly, and shoved me against the show door. I picked her up right under her ass and walked her over to the counter, where I placed her.

But it was then that she broke the kiss. She hopped off the counter, and we started in on her hair again.

She washed her hair free of the product that was in it, and I helped blow-dry. When I was finished, I started to pull up her shirt, using my palm so as to keep my fingers in contact with her skin. “Don’t do that.” She said. “Why not?” I asked. “This is why not!” And she turned around and lifted her shirt up and off her petite little body, revealing two perfect spheres of flesh. The maternity shirt had been hiding the fact that she hadn’t been wearing a bra!

“Holy Mother of…” I drifted off. Her areolas were magnificent in size: a good 2 ½ -3 inches in diameter. I hadn’t seen her tits before, not in all their liberated glory. But I did the only thing that I could have done. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her back onto the counter, and started sucking on them.

Erin has this wonderful scent about her. Most describe it as vanilla-like. I have a good sense of smell, and I pay attention to everything. She doesn’t smell like soap, it’s all her scent. Like vanilla, yes, but also a light, smokey tone from Djarum Blacks (her preferred cigarette), and a freshness one can find when driving around bodies of water.

One’s personal scent is derived from so many varying factors, and it tells a plethora of things about you. What kind of soap, shampoo, deodorant, and detergent you use on your body and clothes; what kinds of food you eat; how often you exercise and other activities that you do.  Scent is one of, if not THE strongest sense that is linked to memory. Things you haven’t smelled in years can bring memories rushing back. I will never forget Erin’s scent.

I had been going at her breasts for nearly a minute when Erin pushed me arm’s length away, got off the counter, grabbed me by the hand, and started leading me towards the door. As we exited the bathroom, Erin asked me “Which one is your room, again?” “That one,” I answered, pointing to the door on the right. “But…” Not waiting for me to finish, she threw open my door, jumped on my bed, and started burying herself in covers and pillows.

She looked at me, grinning this beautiful smile, and gave a “Come here” gesture with her right hand. I couldn’t believe my luck! This half naked hottie was in my bed, telling me to “Come here.” There was just one downside.

I walked over to the bed. I laid down next to her, making a show of staying above the covers.  Slipping my hand underneath the top sheet, I uncovered her left breast (Poncho), and started playing with it. I leaned in to kiss Erin. Just a quick peck. “We can’t do this here.” I started. “Why not?” She asked. “Because my parents could come back any second, they’re the kind who check on their kids. Because I wouldn’t be comfortable doing it here, going directly against what my mother asked me not to do just before she left.” I was feeling like such a pussy!

Erin waited a moment, then, wistfully, “Could you go get my shirt?” “Sure.” I said, and I left for the bathroom. When I got back, Erin was out of the bed, still topless, and just after I turned the corner she tackled me. I ended up on my back, with her straddling me. Weight on her palms and knees, she started to kiss me, right there on the floor of my room.

Did I mention she was topless?

After I was starting to breath heavy, she could sense resistance forming, and she broke the kiss. Sitting there, still straddling me, face inches away my mine, she said, “We can continue now, or we can go somewhere else. You don’t have to worry about disappointing me.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” I said, jokingly. “However, much as your plan has worked to get my blood going, we are going to have to go somewhere else. Let’s not start what we can’t finish.” “Allright.” She pouted. She took the shirt from the floor where I’d dropped it, and put it back on before getting off me.

I grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the hall closet while she fixed her hair. Coming out from the bathroom, Erin saw the items in my arms and asked knowingly “What are those for?” “Oh, these? Well, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

As we passed my parent’s bedroom, I abruptly dropped the blanket and the pillow, grabbed Erin, pulled her onto my parent’s waterbed, “attacking” her. Our legs were still dangling over the edge of the frame, bodies side by side, and I pushed myself up onto one arm, kissing Erin forcefully while sliding my free hand under her shirt. Erin pushed her deeper into the giving water, yet again breaking our kiss, and, mockingly, said, “Let’s not start what we can’t finish!”

I laughed. “Well, we can’t finish here, but we will finish!” I helped her out of the bed, picked up the blanket and the pillow again, and with that, we left my house.

Chapter 3: The Action

I shoved the items which I had temporarily plundered from the hall closet into my back seat. I told Erin to come with me, and I walked her down a short path till we got to the bridge that spanned the two sides of the creek near my house. She lit a cigarette, and we each leaned into the railing of the bridge, facing the moon. I took a puff of her cigarette, and positioned myself her, enveloping her against the railing. I started in on her neck, nuzzling the hair away.

“So what are we doing here?” She asked. “Nothing really,” I replied. “Just taking in the scenery.  It’s what I like about this spot. But we can be done now, so let’s go. I have another great place to show you.”

I drove into a residential area I knew that was zoned for the owners to keep horses. I had a buddy that lived there, and I knew where a big, dark, empty lot was. But the best part about this neighborhood was the fact that cops never patrolled in it. I parked in the lot, and we got out of the car, bringing my blanket and pillow with us.

“How about over there?” I pointed to a dark corner where a tree was. “Looks good.” Erin said, so we spread the blanket over the light brush and sat down, pillow between us. Now, I’m usually one of those guys that “runs hot.” I.E., I’m never cold. But because I know this, I’m usually worried for my female companions, making sure THEY’RE not cold. But for being early may and having no cloud cover, I noticed that, although cool, the night was rather warm.

“You’re not still hesitant, are you?” Erin asked. “No, it’s just… this is big.” “Oh yeah,” she said. “I forgot that you’re losing your virginity tonight!” I AM? I was emboldened. “Oh, great.” I replied. “The last thing I need is for the girl to be all, ‘That’s so Cute!’ on me about it.”

Butterflies in my stomach, I leaned forward over the pillow and kissed Erin. Contact. Response. She wanted this… possibly as much as I did. Mouths melded together, I placed the pillow behind Erin and slowly guided her down onto it. We were laying side by side, just making out for a few minutes, when I slid my hand across her belly into pants behind her, squeezing her ass and pulling her hips closer to mine.

I was as hard as I had ever been, with Lancelot sliding down the right side of my thigh. Erin reached her hand between us and felt the shaft. She responded to the knowledge of my obvious arousal by breaking the kiss, sitting up, taking off her shirt, and telling me “I want to blow you.”

‘Well, hey, that’s good enough’ I thought. So I sat up and slid my pants off. Erin was on her knees, and as I was taking off my over shirt, she tried to free my tool from it’s confinement. I watched her try in vain to get my prick out of my boxer-briefs for about twenty seconds before I laughed at her and said, “Here,” exposing myself in one deft movement.

 Mumbling, she stroked the shaft with her fingers, not getting a firm grip, just bridging the top of it while she massaged the glans with her thumb. Leaning lower, she kissed the tip of me, swirled her tongue around the head, and finally, she took me into her warm, wet mouth.

Oh, the feelings being awakened! The pleasure she had brought me by merely imitating this act on my index finger paled in comparison to the real thing. Jerking me with one hand, she used the other to play with my balls. Then she started to deep-throat all 6 ½ inches of me. Sliding her puffy wet lips all the way down my shaft, she drew her head back slowly, inhaling through her nose and sucking on my penis with all the power of a vacuum. With the base of my penis firmly held between her thumb and forefinger, she began bobbing her head up and down, up and down on my cock, occasionally giving my balls a slight squeeze.

I didn’t want to come like this, so I said “That’s enough.” Looking up at me with her big, green eyes, she took my balls into her mouth, sucking them, and pulling her head down till they popped free. Then she stood on her knees to face me.

I reached down, and pulled her jeans and panties down in one swift jerk. Chest heaving, she pulled my boxer-briefs down. We threw ourselves onto our backs side by side, in a race to see who could take their clothes the rest of the way (from the knees to the feet) off.  Being only in boxers… I won.

She was mere seconds behind me, and she spread her legs just as I rolled between them. Now I was hesitant. “Allright,” I asked, “How do we do this?” “I’ll guide you,” She said. I moved in closer just as she started to tell me to. She grabbed hold of me. I lowered myself onto my arms as she positioned me at her opening. “Ready?” She asked. “Oh, yeah.” “Then go.”

She kept hold of me till I was halfway inside her. Our breathing started to quicken. Then I was buried to the hilt inside of her. I took a second. “How’s that feel?” She asked. “To be honest… weird.” “Weird?” she laughed. “We’re having sex, and it’s weird?” “Well hold on,” I defended. “You build a portion of your mind and your life around this ‘act,’ and when you finally do it, yeah, it’s weird. But, it’s good. And you feel great.”

Now I was starting to move in and out of her pussy. But being inexperienced, I started moving my whole body instead of just my hips. “You don’t have to move your whole body,” she instructed. Thinking quickly, I replied, “Well if I didn’t, then I couldn’t do this.” On my next forward movement, I gave her a kiss, pulled back, forward, another kiss. She giggled.

I pulled out too far, and pulled out completely. As Erin moved to reposition me, I grabbed her ankles, pushed them above her head, and started pounding her faster. That got her going. Then she decided to go for a change of pace. She brought her legs down so that I was still on my knees and she was sitting with her legs to either side of me and her hands were holding her back up, and she was able to push herself towards me and meet my thrusts.

Without breaking our rhythm, Erin pushed me onto my back and was straddling me, raising herself up two inches, and lowering herself back down onto me. “This would be easier if I had a headboard or something to hold on to, but I love this position too much to not use it,” she said. We had been fucking together for almost ten minutes when I told her that I was getting close.  She told me to “Go for it” because tonight was all about me. “Ok, but do you want me to come inside you?” “I hate condoms,” she said. “So I went on the pill three years ago. So yes, I want you to come in me.” Music to MY ears.

My breath started to get shallow, so she stepped up the pace. I started to grab her waist, using my thumbs to rub the V where her legs connected to her loins. I started to thrust upwards, farther into her. My mind was aflame with senses. My only thought was to “Get There.”

“Oh, fuck, Erin!” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m…” I tightened my ass cheeks, rushed a few slippery strokes, “CUM!” Balls tightening, I felt myself spasm inside of her pussy, gripped by her slick walls. Again, pushing upwards, again, again. “Oh, FUCK,” we said in stereo, and she collapsed onto my chest.

We laid there on the blanket, in the dark, breathing heavy for a minute of two before I broke the silence. “THAT, was awesome.” “Thanks… you’re still hard inside me.” “I know, it’s gonna take a few minutes of walking before I go soft.”

“Well,” she said, sitting up on me. “You took such a long time, my legs are exhausted, and I have to get home.” So she pulled herself off my cock and we got dressed. I picked up the blanket, she got the pillow, and we walked back to the car.

As I drove her home, she admitted to me that she had only expected me to last maybe two minutes, MAX. “Well, next time we can see how long I can really go, and I’ll get to eat you out.”

"Yeah," she said. "Next time." 

            The story I am about to relate to you happened because one night I was feeling particularly nasty and all evening I had been struggling to contain my impatience as my daughter Jess and her best friend Amber, who was staying the weekend, dithered and procrastinated over going to bed. I had a new DVD that I wanted to watch and it promised to be great.

            Finally, after what seemed like an age, they went to bed, and after another eternity or two the light in my daughters room went off. I waited for about half an hour, reading a novel and trying to ignore the images from the DVD box that kept flashing up in my brain (specifically the cover shot of a girl with bunches and the cutest, wide-eyed expression on her face sucking just the tip of a massive, veined cock.)

            Then it was simply too much and I couldn’t wait any longer, as excited as a kid at Christmas I went to the hiding place and got out the DVD, while I waited for the main menu to load I made myself comfortable and got out my dick. Something I should explain here- often I laze about the house in nothing but a pair of shorts or boxers because I find it comfortable, my daughter doesn’t think anything of it as she grew up with that sort of attitude and often wanders around in underwear herself, Amber for her part has been around our place enough times so she doesn’t even blink an eye at our ‘casual dress’.

            It didn’t take me long to get hard as I watched the opening credits, the girls were cute and the guys were hung, it was promising to be a great one. The first scene was with the cover girl who had haunted my imaginings and resolved itself into one of those ones where an older woman is making a young girl do nasty shit to her husband, all the wile admonishing her with dirty words for her whorish ways. It was first class. The video was showing a POV shot of the man using the girls bunches as handles to fuck her sweet mouth while, over her shoulder the older woman was fingering the girl up the ass and telling her what a nasty bitch she was for wanting a cock up her ass. I was as hard as a rock and slowly stroking my hand up and down my shaft to prolong the enjoyment until the money shot when suddenly I heard the stairs creek.

            Lightning speed I had switched the TV to a movie that was playing on the history channel (got to have a backup plan in case something goes wrong) with one hand and pushed my hard dick in through the slot in the baggy boxers that I was wearing, drawing my legs up and covering my lap with my T-shirt to cover the tent. To get into the kitchen in our house one must go through the lounge door and back into it as the two rooms adjoin. The door to the lounge opened slowly and the head that peeped around it was Ambers.

            “Hey Mr. McKay.” She said. She calls me that, my name is James McKalister and I had tried to get her to stop addressing me as “Mr. McKalister” and call me James for a long time and eventually we settled on this as a middle ground. I secretly loved it, finding it cute and endearing.

            “Hi Amber, what’s up? Couldn’t sleep?”

            “No I’m okay, I just wanted to get a drink of water.”

            “Okay, just go through and help yourself sweetie,” I said. Inside I sighed with relief, she was acting normal so she couldn’t have overheard the porn flick.

            I watched her as she walked away from me to the counter of and as sometimes happens with me I took some time to get in a harmless look. Now I am not a pervert and I don’t have designs on my daughter or any of her friends, but I have occasionally checked her out with more than a fatherly eye.

            I should probably take this opportunity to describe her so you can have some idea of what I am looking at. She is a short petite girl, no more than 4’8” tall with long blond hair that went most of the way down her back and a remarkably mature slight curve to her figure, which allowed her ass to sway seductively as she walked away from me. Her tits were A-cup and perky- often around our house she didn’t wear a bra (as not, clearly) and two of the pointiest nipples in the world showed themselves at such times. Her hair was up in a high pony-tail tonight and she was wearing a T-shirt that came a quarter of the way down over her round little bum. Underneath she was only wearing panties, which was her normal attire for sleeping. But what panties! The light that the lounge cast into the kitchen revealed them to be classic cut cotton in a very light pink/off-white with a big dark pink heart right in the middle, covering most of her luscious fifteen-year-old butt. I was ashamed to feel my cock throb at the sight. I took the opportunity to further disguise my aroused state by tucking my cock into the waistband of my boxers.

            She went to the kitchen and raised herself up on tiptoes, leaning over the counter to grab a glass and as she did so her t-shirt rode up, uncovering not just her ass but the curve of her waist.

            She couldn’t reach the glass.

            “Can you give me a hand Mr. McKay?” she asked with out turning round or changing her position.

            Now I got up to help her reach a glass and I know what you are thinking but at this point I was simply hoping that she wouldn’t turn round to and nothing would happen to reveal my aroused state.

            I walked up behind her and placed my left hand on the counter beside where hers was placed to push herself up while I reached up with my right hand to grab a glass, mimicking the pose she was making but making sure that I didn’t press against her while I did it. I knew that any such act was a stupid one that would probably sound good in a porn film but end me in prison in reality.

            This was the point that disaster struck. Stretching up made my boxers shift position and my cock slid out from my waistband, it slid straight down and out the slit in my boxers and landed with a firm bounce right on the upturned ass of my daughter’s fifteen-year-old best friend. Smack bang in the middle of the big, pink heart.

            Oh Fuck.

            We stood frozen like that for what seemed like an age, as motionless as insects trapped in amber, (ha-ha!) me with my hand up holding a glass like the fucking statue of fucking liberty and Amber             on tiptoes, bending forward over the counter slightly and stretching up to take the glass from my hand as soon as it came into reach- and me with my fully hard cock balanced right in the middle of her taunt panties at the point they bridged her butt crack.

            I could not for the life of me think what to do about this.

            “Mr McKay?” Amber said in a whisper.

            “Uh… yeah?” I barely breathed in reply. And for all my life, I swear I was not even remotely prepared for what she said next.

            Still in a whisper: “Is that… Is that your big hard cock resting right in the middle of my fifteen-year-old ass crease?”

            “Uh… yeah?” I whispered once again. This was weird, where was the fear in her voice, the disgust? And there was definitely something wrong with her choice of words.

            She turned her head round and glanced over her shoulder at her own bum, putting her right hand down on the counter edge and arching her back, pushing her ass out even further in the process. Making it appear even more inviting.

            Now my brain may not have known what the hell was going on but my cock and balls certainly did. My cock (of course I’ve measured it, everyone does) is a shade under ten inches long and really thick and veiny. My balls are really big and hang nearly four inches below in a roomy scrotum. My dick is the reason my wife married me. Right now a good couple of inches of it rested on this little sweethearts ass and started to throb.

            “Oh God Mr. McKay! Your dick is really fucking big!” she whispered.

            The pressure in my dick seemed to push the whispered words out of me without conscious thought, “Do you like it Amber?”

            “It is so long and thick, I could never take it up my little-girl cunt!” She paused, “would you be angry if I said that I had seen it before?”

“I won’t be angry. Tell me.” My whispered tone had taken on a gruff throaty edge.

“Once, when I was nine I peeped into the bathroom while you were shaving and saw you naked. Your cock and balls hung there all big and soft- but firm too… and you looked so brave and strong and that night when I was at home I rubbed my little cunt and even poked a finger in and thought of how brave you looked and imagined you holding me in your strong arms as I rubbed myself… And came.” At this point she started to move her butt in small circles, almost imperceptibly, it was intoxicating.

“Was that the first time you diddled you cunt Amber?”

“No,” she breathed, “I’ve done it as long as I can remember, I used to hump my teddy bear.” Her ass was moving in slightly bigger circles now.

Taking courage I leaned forwards so my mouth was right by her ear.

“Do you finger-fuck yourself a lot Amber?”

“Oh God Mr. McKay! I need to do it nearly every day, sometimes twice! I am always wet,” She was looking over her shoulder at me as she said this.

I began to thrust ever so slightly and slowly, running my cock underside up and down the material that bridged her ass chasm.

“What do you think about when you finger that juicy teenage cunt of yours?” I loved talking dirty and with every step we took I was gaining confidence, my fears dissipating as my brain filled with horny thoughts.

“Nasty words, fucking big cocks, dirty little bitches- taking it rough from behind, little ass-lickers! Little girls licking each other’s assholes! Men! Big-cocked, hairy man cock! Sweaty men fucking girls up their sweaty anal fuck-holes!” The words spilled out of her, the most enticing stream of filth that I had ever heard. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily.

My lips brushed her ear as I asked “And where did you learn to talk like a filthy little cock-slut?”

“Me and Jess watch your porn when you’re out, we finger our cunt’s while we watch it, you like those young girls don’t you Mr. McKay?”

“I do like little girls, yes. Do you touch each other little girl?

“No, but sometimes we stick our fingers up our cute little assholes while we do it… is that naughty Mr. McKay? Is it slutty?”

            “Yes Amber, It is. It sound’s like you are being really bad, a bad little girl.”

            “A slut?”

            “Yes Amber, an anal loving slut, that is how you are behaving.”

            She shuddered. I was openly grinding my dick up and down her ass crack as she pushed back, the warm cotton felt amazing on the underside of my dick.

            “You are such a dirty old man Mr. McKay, rubbing your fuck-tool against a fifteen year old girl’s panty-covered ass!”

            “Your little ass feels good sweetie, really good, I want to fuck you,” I breathed into her ear heavily now.

            She moaned as I said this, but said “Oh Mr. McKay, I can’t let you, I don’t want to get pregnant!”

            Oh Jesus! Fuck! This was going to be hard to restrain myself but I know now that I am not a rapist, as I would have done it then if I had been.

            She pulled her top up to show her tits; her nipples were puffy and firm, pointing outwards.

            “Pinch my tits Mr. McKay, make them hurt nice.” She whined to me.

            I reached around her and with my left hand and started to tug and twist and pinch on her lovely, girlish nipples, causing her to moan and rub her ass on my dick even harder. I used my other hand to tug down my Boxer shorts, freeing my whole length and my swinging balls. I then reached for her right hand and, still hurting her tit-flesh with my left, guided it to my ball sack and told her to stroke my balls with her fingertips.

            “Oh, Mr. McKay, They’re so fucking big and hairy and I can feel your ball sweat!”

            “You are very good at doing what you are told, little girl, a real well behaved little slut!”

            This time her whisper was barely even more than a breath, “Thank you…” She ran her hands up my sack to the shaft of my cock and rapped her little fingers around it, sliding the ample foreskin up and down with her hand. “Oh god it’s big, so fucking hard and hot, I love it! I could never take this monster in my fuck-slot! It would split me in half- Oh god it would hurt!”

            “You want it to hurt don’t you?” I punctuated it with a hard twist on her nipple.

She Shuddered and, squeezing her eyes tight shut, nodded her head.

“Do you want it right now, do you want me to fuck my big cock up inside your tight, fifteen year old fuck box? I bet it is all wet and ready, it would hurt you really nice,” I said borrowing her phraseology. By this point she was bent over really far and her hand was actually rubbing my dick-tip over the peachy outline of her puffy slit-lips. They felt hot and slushy under my cock.

“Oh, god, I can’t Mr. McKay! I can’t get pregnant!” She paused, rubbing my dick around more, jacking as she did so. “There is something I do want you to do though.”

She took her hand off my dick, drawing both to the waistband of her panties. I took my hand off her and took a step back, flicking the light switch beside me to get a better look as she pushed her ass out and slowly peeled off her panties.

Her pussy had puffy outer lips, almost hairless, a really sweet mound. At the end a big, clit hood protruded. Her hole gaped ever so slightly and I could see the wet, pink interior- so inviting!

“Do you like little girls’ sphincters Mr. McKay?” She asked as she spread her ass cheeks, looking over her shoulder at me, I dropped my gaze to her pucker just in time to see it twitch.

“You really are a filthy anal slut!” I muttered, almost to myself as I stood entranced.

“Well how would you like to press the end of your massive, hairy dick against my ass, don’t fuck me, you are way too big, I’ll scream. But you can press it against my ass-opening while I finger-fuck myself to orgasm.”

Without waiting for any further invitation, I stepped up to her and pulled her cheeks apart, pressing my dick against her anal fuck pipe opening, releasing her butt cheeks so that they squeezed lightly on the head of my dick. Straight away she straightened up slightly and slipped a hand between her thighs and began violently finger fucking herself with her two middle fingers

            “Oh, you are such a good girl!” I breathed.

            “Oh god! So fucking big! I want you to rub your hairy sweaty balls all over my face and cum all over me and rub it in with you cock and balls and make me lick them clean! Oh! …. Big! …. Hairy! …. Nasty! …. Cock!

            Jesus, she was really going for it! I couldn’t believe the filth that was spilling out of her mouth but I loved it! My dick tip had been leaking precum and her ass pucker was getting really wet and slippery, it felt really good and I was fisting my dick as she fingered herself.

            “Have you ever pressed your dick against a little girls asshole before Mr. McKay?” She said, looking me in the eye over her shoulder? As she fingered herself, she pressed her ass back against me, grinding it. God she was driving me toward the edge!

            “Good girl, good little slut! Keep fingering, make yourself come for me now little girl, come on. You love having a dirty old man press his fat hairy cock against your tight little, fifteen-year-old ass hole, don’t you? I bet you would love to take my come in your face!”

            “Oh! …. God! …. Yes Mr. McKay!”

            “Good girl, and what are you?”

            “I’m a filthy little… Uh! …Little slut who… Uh! …Likes to let filthy old men do dirty… Uh! …Things to me with their big hairy cocks!”

            “Yes you are, aren’t you!?”

            She was starting to spasm with the first twinges of orgasm. It was too much for me, I started to cum, but this caused me to push my hips forward uncontrollably but firmly. The first squirt of my juice lubricated her perfectly and as she pushed back, grinding her little teen ass back on me as she came. Her ass must have been loosened by her arousal as the helmet of my cock slipped in.

            “Oh god! I am squirting my come up your ass! Right up your fifteen year old asshole!”

            “Oh god it hurts so much! Big! Fucking! Dick!” As she spasmed on the counter, her twitching ass muscle milking the last of my come out of my cock.

            As we both came down from our high, she suddenly didn’t seem like the filthy mouthed teen whore she had a second ago. She seemed small and vulnerable, curled up around the dull ache that her subsiding orgasm and my still hard dick were causing in her loins.

            “Did I do it good? Did you like it Mr. McKay?” She asked in a small, shy voice.

            “Yes sweetie, you did wonderfully!” and with that I turned her chin gently towards me and, my softening cock head still in her ass, we shared our first kiss.

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 It was the last week of school and the report cards were mailed home. Of course my parents opened mine and went beserk when they saw the semester grade of 48. It was a core class and if i didint pass it, i didnt pass the 11th grade. So a plan started to grow in the back of my head.

 My parents grounded me and had already talked to the teachers. They had arranged for me to come in on friday after school to retake the semester test. That gave me all week to study, though i didnt even crack a book. I knew my idea would work.....it would have too.

 That friday morning i dressed hot. I put on my favorite thong, black with pink polka dots on, and it cupped my ass perfectly. I put on a pair of tight fitting jeans that fit me like a glove. I put on my white blouse that i rarely wear and headed out the door. I drove to school, went to all my classes going over my routine in my head. I had it down perfect.

 When the bell rang, i left mrs. smith's room and went to my locker. I put my books up grabbed my purse and went to the bathroom. I made sure no one was in there and sat my purse down. Quickly, i unbuttoned my blouse revealing a black bra on my huge tits. I was already a little horny and i slowly undid the back clip, and gently slid the bra off. My large tanned boobs tumbled out and rested against my body. I rubbed my big red nipples just enough to get them semi-firm. I put the bra back in my purse, put the blouse back on and undid the top button. My wonderful cleavage peeked out over the white of the shirt and my nipples gently began to poke through the fabric. As i left the bathroom, i already felt a little dampness growing in my thong.

 The door was closed and i knocked gently on the wood. "Come in, its open" a voice said from inside. I did as i was told and stepped in quietly.

 "Hey Mr. B, its me" I said in a peppy voice.

 "Ok kalie, i got the test right here, fill in the blanks and do it in pencil, you have 45 minutes."

 I sat down my purse and walked over and grabbed the packet. I set down at the closest desk. I stared at the papers for a good 15 minutes, acting like i was scanning over each sheet. When i flipped over the last page, Mrs. Walker came in. "Hey John (Mr. Bledsoe) im leaving, lock up when your done"

 He looked up from his desk and said "Ok see ya later linda"

 We were the only ones in the school....

 I figured now was the time to act. I waited patiently till i heard the front door click shut, then i stood up and walked to his desk. I set down the test on his desk and slowly leaned over, showing the full view of my breast. I said in the sexiest, gentlest voice i could "You know Mr B, this test is reaally hard...i could really use some help" I moaned to him. He looked up and i saw his eyes wonder to my cleavage, then back to my eyes.

 "I know it is Kalie, but there's nothing i can do about it. Im sorry i really am, but all of my students took this on there own"

 I looked dissapointed and put a small frown on. I looked down. "I have this problem, and I think its affecting my grades"

 He looked up and took my frown seriously. He looked somewhat worried. "What is it kalie?"

 "I dont really like to talk about it, its kinda embarassing"

 He dropped his pen and took off his glasses. He crossed his arm and said "Tell me Kalie, i can help"

 "Well...you see" I looked down again and gently put my hands at the bottom of my boobs. "Its these. I hate them! They're so....annoying and big!" I jiggled them a little and my nipples were starting to get harder. He looked shocked and shifted in his chair a little.

 "Kalie i dont think we should be..."

 "See you hate them too! They're so ugly!" I slowly unbuttoned my shirt without protest from him, swinging the front of it open. My boobs then hung free, their firmness and tanness glowing in the light. "Arnt they hidious?" Again i put my hands under them and lifted them up.

"Kalie I...like them.."

"No you don't! your just saying that to make me feel better" I leaned over farther and i now mashed them together. I looked over the desk and saw a small bulge growing in his khakis. My nipples were now close to fully erect.

"No Kalie i really do.."

 I had already started to rond the corner of the desk while saying "Oh yea? Show me how much you like them" I straddled him firmly and instantly felt the bulge against my crotch. I completely removed my shirt and threw them aside. I leaned over and met his lips with mine, sneaking my tounge in his mouth. It was the passionate kiss that i had longed for, and it was now the appitizer for a longggg day...   

TO BE CONTINUED COMMENT IF YOU WANT ME TO FINISH

 His strong, commanding hands reached up and grabbed my boobs. He gave them a gentle, passionate tug and I shivered wonderfully down my body. As we were kissing, i slowly began to rub my fully clothed clit against his growing errection. I dry humped him for several minutes and we both were longing for more. He rubbed my nipples with his hands, squeezing them. He broke the wonderful kiss with me, and moved his lips down to my titties. He licked them softly at first, teasing me horribly. He then picked up the speed, clicking his tounge up and down against my verrrrry hard nipple.

 "mmmmmm" I let out a soft moan and i was now gently shaking all over. This went on for a good while, and I finally pushed off of him. It was his turn. I broke the straddle and turned around to where my ass was facing him. I jiggled it a little for him, the unbuttoned them. I slowly brought them down over my huge mound of an ass, revealing my thong that split my ass in half perfectly. I jiggled it once again for him and he reached out for it. I slowly turned his arm away and gave him a sexy look of refusal. I then continued pulling my jeans down and stepped out of them. I then turned around to look him in the eyes and slowy got on my knees. I lifted up his polo shirt and felt his abs with my hands. I leaned forward rubbing my tits over his clothed cock and i kissed his abs, slowly moving down his stomach line. When i reached the belt buckle, i licked it just a little. and unbuttoned it. I threw his belt aside and worked his pants downs to his ankle. A huge mound of dick sprang free, restrained by the cloth of the boxers. He tryed to whip it out but i wanted to make it last longer. I licked the outline of the shaft up and down a few times, then brought my hand in on the action, going faster and faster until i felt the precum seep through the cotton. My eyes met with his, then he threw his head back in pleasure. I pulled his boxers down as well now, his huge penis softly slapping me in the face. When they were at his ankles i looked up and down at the wonderful perfect cock that laid before my eyes. It was about 8 inches in length and a perfect mushroom head at the top. The whole thing was throbbing violently, begging for attention. I proceeded on. 

  I licked his scrotum and slowly ascended up the shaft stopping at the head. There i planted my mouth on the purple head and went down on him, taking him in all the way. I fought back gags and i felt his cock hit the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down slowly at first working out the tension, then picking up the speed, sucking his cock violently. He moaned silently, and planted his hands on the back of my head. I kept at it now moving my own hands down to my tits and giving them a much needed squeeze. My thong was flooded with pussy juices and i moaned at the thought of that huge cock filling my dripping clit. I kept at this for close to five minutes, not breaking the rythmn keeping at a steady work. When i felt the tension in his shat grow i quit and my mouth made a popping noise coming off of his moist dick. It was shaking majorly and the cum was building deep in is scrotum. I faced him, still on my knees and mashed my tits together. "fuck my titties" i said in a commanding voice. He didnt have to be told twice. He slid his lubed cock in between my D cup boobs and began fucking them. He couldnt take much of it, and me adding the lick at every full stroke took him over the edge. He came like a storm, violently shooting loads and loads of cum onto my titties face and mouth. I licked up all i could get then looked at him once more. I got up on the desk and looked at him propped up on my elbows. "Stuff me with that big fucking cock"

  Again like a obediant kid he stepped out of his pants and slowy proceeded forward, his still fully errect shaft in one hand, slowly stroking it. He moved over and slid my thong down my tan slender legs and threw it aside. My tight shaven pussy was flowing with juice and it begged to be fucked. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my slit, painfully teasing me with his member. "mmmm god fuck me" He then slowly entered, his cock stuffing my walls. He started out slowly, giving me awsome pleasure up my vagina and throughout my body. He then picked up the pace, gripping my hips, thrusting his shaft into me as hard as he could. I grabbed my titties in pleasure, carressing my nipples in time with the fuck. I moaned loudly in pleasure. "MMMMM god yes Fuck me Fuck me! mmmm god i love fucking my teacher" He moaned louder and fucked me as fast as he could. He told me that he was close to coming and asked if i wanted him to pull out. "No baby i want your hot cum deep inside of me" He did just that, and after that he shot another huge load of creamy hot cum into my vagina, seeping out of the slit. He moaned as he pulled out and i wondered if he could go another time. I was close, real close to cumming my self and i needed it to be done. So i stood up on my feet and pushed him back in the same chair that i sucked him in. I mounted him slowy, my boobs in his face. His dick was still hard and i just rode him myself, allowing him to work my titties up and down. "MMMM FUCK YEA! GOd your dick is so big, I love your big huge dick in my cunt! mmm!" Within a few minutes my pussy contracted and signifyed my orgasm that had been long awaited. Plopped down on his cock and felt another load of cum launch into me, deep inside. I hugged him and whispered in his ear. "Do you think i did good on the test?" He smiled and looked up "oh yea kalie, ill help you anytime you like"  

 At that time he didnt ejaculate but still had orgasms. He and my brother masturbated together a lot and they often pulled each other off.

Because I liked him and fucking him was good fun I let him do it to me as often as he wanted to and that was nearly every day. My brother only fucked me every now and again - he had another girl he fucked as well.

I guess we fucked hundreds of time for about 6 months and then one day he was fucking me and he came inside me and he didnt know he was going to - it was the first time he cummed. He was really excited that he could cum but I was worried I might have a baby. His cum stayed in me for hours and even when I had a bath later on it was still leaking out of me so I thought if it all comes out I wont have a baby.

After he cummed he masturbated himself 3 more times and we both watched as his cock spurted out cum - it was fascinating and good fun.

i was a bit scarred the second time he wanted to fuck me after he could cum but I let him and it leaked out of me again. I thought that was ok. After that we just fucked as often as we did before and I never got a baby.

It wasnt until I was 13 and a half and I had my first period that my mother explained what periods were. I was shocked to learn I could have had a baby if his cum had got up inside me. Even before my first period its possible for me to have a baby she told me. I never told her what I had been doing for almost a year letting him cum in me and my brother had been too whenever he fucked me as he started cumming not long after his friend.

After that I wouldnt let him cum inside me and he had to pull his cock out when he was nearly cumming and wank himself - or get me to do it until he came. Thats when he suggested I suck him off and I did and swallowed his cum rather than put it inside me.

I got to like sucking as well and after a while I got him to suck me and after that we sucked each other almost as often as we fucked each other - we both loved being sucked and I didnt mind drinking his cum. e had lots of fun fucking and sucking.

Then my brother got his girlfriend pregnant. That was horrible as everybody found out that we were all fucking one another - we had orgies and everybody fucked every body else at them. Some times I was fucked by 4 or 5 boys in a night. Somehow I never got pregnant though.

That stopped everything for ages but I did it sometimes with my friend but never let anybody know we were still fucking each other. He started to use condome with me and that stopped me getting pregnant.

When we all got caught out fucking each other I found out my mother had been letting other men fuck her too. She wasnt married any more so she said it was allright. I said I wasnt married and why was it different. After that she didnt care and let me fuck with my boyfriend and she got me pills to stop me getting preganant and he didnt have to use condoms any more.

Now I am 15 I guess I have been fucked more times than a lot of girls and I still like it - I do it with boys I like and its really cool. I suck a lot of boys too and I like drinking their cum.

Some girls call me a slut but that doesnt bother me. When I am 16 I might becaome a prostitute because I enjoy fucking and you get paid for it. I dont know if I could let an old mena fuck me though - I will only let boys I reckon.

Sophie hadn’t noticed me, and she didn’t seem to notice the mess on the bed. I turned straight around and walked out, then leant against the wall, waiting for her to start bathing. When she did, I headed in, stripped the bed, and then pulled off the plastic covering. I seriously didn’t know why my mom had set it there instead of the cloth one I preferred, but it shure saved my life. It meant that the mattress would be safe. I quickly went and put it all in the wash, making sure to add more soap and set it to “extra rinse”.

Then I went over to my shower and joined Sophie there.

“Hey Chris. By the way, what ever you did to me this morning was incredible.” She commented.

I glanced at her. “I don’t know. All it was was me fucking your ass.” I wasn’t used to using there types of words, but it was growing on me.

We soaped each other up and scrubbed each other. Then I commented, “You know, you kicked my balls when you orgasmed.” I felt a bit offended when Sophie fought a smile.

I simply got out of the shower before she could answer and I grabbed a towel. Then I pulled on some shorts and a rugby shirt. I walked up to the kitchen, following the scent of eggs and bacon. I walked in to find Roberta dressed and talking to Camilla, who seemed to be ok, other than she was keeping her legs apart. I hoped Roberta didn’t ask.

Over breakfast, we talked about things, or should I say, they talked about things, and I merely listened. I was feeling tired, and drinking a lot of water. Haha, I thought Charlie was joking when he told Alan that dehydration was the enemy in Two And A Half Men. Roberta was sitting next to me, her hand almost always on my leg. After breakfast, I washed the dishes and then walked out to the living room. They were sitting there, Sophie chatting with Camilla and Roberta had her eyes closed.

“So what do you girls want to do today?”

They glanced at each other, then Roberta said, “What do you want to do?”

“Well, The Cherry Bomb I ordered arrived yesterday. It’s a snare drum made by the Canadian company UDrum. Ive got to go pick it up. Maybe you people want to come?”

They all nodded. I then asked who could ride a bike.

A while later, I was headed to the Casa Veerkamp, a really good music store, on my pair of roller skates and Roberta on my bike, and Sophie on her own set of skates. Camilla had gone to get her own bike at her house. When we arrived at the store, I walked in and said hello, then asked about the drum. Sure, said the salesman, and he went into a backroom. He came out holding a largish box, which he set on the counter. I thanked him, tipped him and left. I couldn’t wait to get home. When I did, I tore the box open and pulled out the beautiful cherry red snare. You can look it up by going to Udrum.com. Its on the front page.

Roberta then begged me to play, and Sophie agreed. Camilla just went a long with it. She didn’t seem too comfortable, and I felt guilty. I gave them some ear plugs and played a few songs. Nothing too complex. Later we went out to the movies. Camilla wanted to see Inkheart, and since I had read the book in seventh, I backed her up.

It turned out to be a good movie, but it didn’t follow the book. Half way through Camilla said she needed to go to the bathroom. Roberta got up to go with her, but I told her I would go.

I followed Camilla to the bathroom and watched her go in. A few minutes later she hadn’t come out, and there was no one around, so I went in to see what was up. I walked in, and the fact that there were more stalls than in a men’s bathroom disoriented me. Camilla peered out of the third stall and I went towards her.

“What’s wrong? I was wondering when you would finish.”

“Yeah, well what took you so long?” She shot back. Then I understood.

“But are you ok? Aren’t you hurt?”

She shook her head, and I glanced around. Ok then, I thought. Then I walked in and she stripped her clothes off. I found the whole idea of being caught exciting. I eased up against her, and slowly slid in with difficulty. She winced, but did nothing else. I went in a little way, and then pulled out. I went in and out slowly, barely going in father than two inches. She shuddered beneath me as I started going in further slowly.

After about ten minutes I finally pushed her completely open. I had hit the far end of her vagina, where her womb started, but I wasn’t completely in. I began to push harder, pushed harder, forcing my way in further. I stopped then pulled out when Camilla complained. I started working faster, knowing that one of the girls might turn up. We were working up to climax when I heard Roberta calling, “CAMILLA! Are you in here?”