Chapter 4
Sheila didn't know what to do with herself for the next few days. She couldn't concentrate on school work and her parents had begun to notice the nervousness and change in her. She wasn't eating and she didn't want to go anywhere.
Sheila kept her green eyes firmly fastened on the mailbox for a reply to her ad.
After a week, it came.
The red-haired young teenager almost had a climax opening the letter forwarded to her by the tabloid. She'd left her name and address so that the person answering the ad wouldn't know where she lived in case he sounded like a flake or a loser. She hoped this would be good. Sheila opened the letter and quickly scanned it. It was even better than she'd hoped it would be. The letter was typed neatly, but what it said!
"Dear Hot, Sexy Fox, "I'm just the guy for you. I've got a nine-inch pecker and know how to use it. I've just split with my last girlfriend because I wore her out too fast. Whenever we'd fuck, she was always begging me to stop and let her rest. It got to be a hassle so I want a chick who can take what I have to offer. If you're not a nympho, forget answering!"
The address-without a name-was a post-office box. Sheila considered staking out the post office and seeing who came to collect the mail, then she decided against it. She wrote a letter of her own in reply.
"Hi there Nine-incher, "I want to see if I'm deeper than you are long. If you think you can wear me out, let's meet and see!"
Sheila put in the name of a small, intimate cafe she'd heard all her friends talking about, then added a time in the early evening on Friday. This way she could dress up special for her date and they could spend the entire evening together without her parents getting suspicious. They'd just think she was going on an ordinary date.
Sheila felt deliciously sinful. And she just knew this guy was going to be what she'd been looking for. He had to be! She was so tired of all those kids she dated she was ready to scream. She wanted a real man. Nothing less would do.
She fell back on her bed and just stared at the ceiling of her bedroom after she mailed the response. She'd felt that three days from now would be enough time for even the lousy postal system to get the letter into the hands of her nine-inch lover. On Friday she'd get the fucking of her young life. She just knew it!
But that did nothing to relieve the horniness the red-haired young teenager felt now. Checking to see that her parents were out, she closed the door of her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her dresser. With trembling hands, she took out a vibrator. She'd sent off to a mail order house for it months ago. At first it had seemed like a joke, a secret to be kept from her parents and nothing more.
Now she realized how important this was to her. She needed something up her cunt, and if she couldn't get cock right now this would have to do. With a quick twist of the switch at its base, the vibrator began to hum and purr in her hand.
But that wasn't where Sheila wanted it.
She dropped back onto the bed and skinned out of her shorts. She hadn't bothered to wear any panties. It was a hot day and the fewer clothes she wore the better she felt. Not even her mother had bugged her about not wearing a bra today.
The slim girl ran the quivering rod of plastic over her tits. She shivered in sweet ecstasy as the vibrator touched her nipples and sent waves of desire rippling into her chest.
"No, not enough, not close to enough," she sobbed. The red-haired young teenager knew that she was going to have to develop a fantasy to go along with the vibrator running in and out of her already juicy twat.
The events of the past few days melted together in her head and she began to daydream of a man of monumental proportions-the man who'd answered her letter. She'd go to him, his cock still limp like a rubber hose. But the flaccid prick didn't bother her. She knew how to get him hard.
Her fingers curled around the base. Lacing through the jungle of his pubic fur, she let her agile fingers work back and forth on his cock. He stirred, moaning delightfully. Cupping his balls in one hand, Sheila began massaging the nuts. The man groaned again in anticipation and pleasure. She detected faint tremblings deep inside the furry little sac.
All the while Sheila was imagining this erotic scene, the vibrator quivered in the deep canyon between her naked, shivering tits. They bounced around like blobs of succulent jello on a plate. She touched first one and then the other of her rock-hard nipples with the blunt end of the plastic pleasure-wand.
And still she had to have more.
The red-haired young teenager moved the vibrator down her body, past the deep depression of her navel to the spot where she wanted it most. The fluttery feeling in her loins almost made her want to explode in wild orgasm. She held it in. She could get more.
"Oh, lover, come to me. Let me suck on your cock!" she moaned out as she touched her cunt lips with the tip of the vibrator.
Sheila stretched out on her bed nakedly lovely. Lifting her ass off the bed caused her cunt lips to part lewdly. The tip of the vibrator entered into that damp, sucking tunnel of pussy flesh. Sheila shuddered and moaned. To have a cock in her fuck channel. To feel a real man's prick up her belly, she thought.
To be sucking on one man's cock while another fucked her!
The vibrator worked its magic on her cunt walls, teasing and tickling, stimulating and driving her insane with need. It felt as if a million butterfly wings beat constantly against her most sensitive flesh. Her cunt had blossomed and come entirely alive.
The red-haired young teenager felt her pussy oils leaking out around the thick shaft of the quivering plastic rod. The fuck juices dribbled down into the crack of her ass and tickled and stimulated her even more.
And Sheila imagined her lover coming to her again, his huge boner almost bigger than she could put into her mouth and suck on.
He was hung like an elephant. And she needed it all!'
"Suck cock!" her fantasy lover said.
Sheila shook all over. One hand worked harder at the vibrator in her cunt. She twisted and pulled, shoved and spun it around in the tightness of her pussy. She was approaching her climax. The feel of the shaking plastic dildo inside her was almost enough to get her off-almost.
The slim girl imagined the prick of her lover moved closer so that it brushed her lips. She lifted one slender-fingered hand and caressed her own lips. The illusion was enough. These weren't her own fingers she sucked-it was the cock of the man who'd written her that great letter. And it was his prick in her cunt, too. She didn't care that that made no sense. The slim girl was past caring about logic. Her body dictated to her what she needed. She had to have more cock!
She fucked herself as hard and fast with the vibrator as she could. The lewd squishing noise filled the room as the vibrator broke the intense suction formed inside her pussy. The smooth plastic rod worked around and around in her guts until she came like a ton of bricks falling off a building.
She bit down hard on her middle finger until she left ugly red teeth marks in her flesh. The pain only added to the intense arousal she felt.
She came as hard as she'd ever come.
Leaving the red-haired teenager dazed and panting, the orgasm refused to fully die out inside her. The sexual tensions built up again slowly, working at Sheila's delicate cunt walls and her pussy lips. She sucked on her finger pretending it was a cock.
The feelings mounted inside her again.
Rolling to and fro on the bed made the vibrator seem more and more like a real prick. But not just any prick. The young girl's wild imagination turned it into her brother's cock. He fucked her with long, powerful strokes until she was sobbing with pleasure.
"Oh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey!" she moaned out. "Fuck me good. I need you inside me. My poor little cunt's not able to stand it without your wonderful cock fucking it!"
She speeded up the tempo of her self-fucking. The vibrator raced in and out of her pussy until she was soaked with sweat from her passionate masturbating.
And the finger in her mouth turned into the clerk's cock. The thought of her brother fucking her cunt hole as she sucked on the clerk's prick, made Sheila come again. Hard. Her entire body felt the jarring, jolting impacts of orgasm smashing through it. She trembled like a leaf.
The girl's sweat and cunt juice soaked fingers slipped off the end of the vibrator. With only the butt end of the plastic wand sticking out of her cunt, she lay on the bed and sobbed to herself. This was so depraved. And there was no way in hell she was going to stop.
"Oh, Jeffrey, fuck me," she muttered. Her slippery fingers found the end of the vibrator again. She rocked up to a sitting position. This caused the bed springs to creak in protest-and it rammed the vibrator all the way up into her cunt. The shaking of the vibrator soothed and aroused her. And she managed to get off again.
"Aieeeee!" she shrieked, not caring if anyone heard. But her parents were still gone and Jeffrey remained away, sulking, licking his emotional wounds over the loss of Pamela.By bouncing to and fro on the bed, she got a mock fucking. The vibrator's batteries were giving out. She cursed under her breath. She should have gotten some of the long-life ones, but she hadn't thought she'd be using this thing at all. It had seemed a neat gadget to show her friends and nothing more.
Now she desperately needed it to keep herself sane.
Sheila came to her hands and knees like a dog and fucked the vibrator in and out. This gave her a new and deliciously different angle of entry into her cunt. But it still wasn't what she wanted. She plucked the dildo from her pussy and brought it slowly up her body.
She hesitated when it came to rest between her dangling tits. The faint shivering of the vibrator sent shock waves into her body. She lightly touched the plastic wand to her nipples again. She shuddered. Now the vibrator was soaked in her own cunt juices.
The slim girl forced herself to move it slowly upwards. She wanted to rush this-but she didn't want it to ever end. Across her throat, up her chin and lightly over her lips she moved the vibrator.
Her own cunt juice dripped onto her lips. She closed her eyes and licked outward. She dragged her rough tongue over the shaking vibrator. She sampled her own womanly pussy fluids. And another come blasted through her loins. She felt her frothy inner juices boiling from her cunt and dribbling down the insides of her slender, milky thighs.
"Oh, God," she moaned softly. "I'm so evil. And this is so friggin' good!"
Sheila sucked on the blunt end of the still-running vibrator until her cheeks went hollow under the strain. She sucked off every single drop of her own cunt sauce and ran her tongue over the blunt end until her jaws ached.
And still she needed more.
By the time the batteries had died down, Sheila was exhausted-and still hornier than hell. She needed a man. And she'd have to wait three entire days to meet the stud who'd written her that letter. Nine inches.
It seemed a dream come true for the young girl. The slim girl sank back to the rumpled covers on her bed and lay there staring up at the ceiling again. The white vibrator was quiet in her hand. She idly rubbed it over her ruby lips, still tasting the saltiness of her own cunt. But it only caused her more sexual tension, not less.
Masturbation had always before given her an emotional and physical release. Now it added fuel to her inner fires. When Friday came and she met this man of her dreams-this man with the nine-inch prick-she'd fuck him all night long. And then beg him to fuck her all day long, too!
Horny and not very satisfied, Sheila drifted off to a fitful sleep. Her dreams were occupied with men with impossibly long pricks dancing around, taunting her, holding them just inches from her face and pussy. And in the back, his cock the biggest and best of all, was Jeffrey.
Her brother only smiled, his prick jutting up from his groin at a jaunty angle.
How she wanted him! Sheila came twice in her sleep before awakening. Friday was a long ways off.