Chapter 10
Art jerked and pounded and rammed me with his tremendous, spurting prick. His cum shot into me by the quart, it seemed. He came so hard he damned near broke his hard cock off inside my twisting, heaving pussy.
He was filling my upturned, horny cunt with shot after shot of thick, bubbly cum. It poured all through me, bathing my cunt in a warm, wet blanket that made me whimper and cry with joy.
And then I answered him with my blast of cunt-juice. His hot, throbbing prick-reaming out my cunt with vigorous, hard strokes-was too much to take.
"Here it is, you sweet prick," I yelled. And then all hell broke loose. I couldn't keep my ass under control. I just went crazy. My ass bounced lewdly up and down on the couch, and the cum spewed and flew in all directions.
His cock was pumping my cunt so hard that every time he lunged it into me, he splashed into loads of my cum on the way out. The hot juice spurted in all directions. It hit his belly and spattered all over our legs.
But neither of us gave a shit. All we could think of at that moment was fucking the ass right off each other. I took all the cock he had to give me. I didn't tell him, but I could have taken a horse's cock that afternoon.
My cunt opened up to him and I was ready to let him fuck his big prick right up into my brains. It felt so fucking good I wanted to scream and scream and scream.
My clit was on fire with an incredible, aching deliciousness. Swirling, rampaging waves of pleasure rolled through my body, over and over, from my toes to my temples.
"Jeesus, Art ... my God . . . you're fucking me . . . out of ... my fucking . . . mind!" I wailed. My back was arched and my cunt was thrust up to him. He was filling it to the brim with his hard, thick, spurting cock.
Both of us were filled with a sweet, pleasure-agony that whined and roared through our bodies. I had never been fucked so hard or so beautifully.
I clung to him with my legs and wouldn't let him even back off an inch. His cock stayed right there where I wanted it-impaling my cunt with a hard, tight rigidness!
When we had finished fucking that first time, Art didn't even take his cock out. He just sort of dozed off for a few minutes right on top of me. His cock was still deep in my cunt and I didn't even think of disturbing him.
I stroked his hair and squeezed my cunt-muscles every once in a while. Every time I did that, he lunged a little, pushing his cock into my cunt in the cutest way you can imagine. He was sound asleep . . . and still fucking me in his dreams!
It didn't take him long to rest up. When he woke up, we fucked twice more. By that time, it was almost four-thirty, and I was afraid Ronnie would walk in on us. He usually came in about five o'clock. So I told Art we'd better quit.
But he told me he just wanted to lick my cunt for a couple of minutes. I started to protest, but the next thing I knew his head was right down between my legs and he was pushing his face right into my wet, aroused cunt-lips.
It felt so good, feeling his warm tongue licking over the pink richness of my cunt, that I was powerless to fight him off. I let myself relax and lay back on the couch. I pulled my legs up as high as I could and welcomed him into my big pink cunt.
He ran his hot tongue up and down my cunt-lips lightly, just making me tingle with excitement and anticipation, then drove it right inside my wet, hot cunt.
It was an exquisite rapture that took hold of me as he wormed his tongue all over the insides of my sweet pussy. I squirmed and twisted to escape his hot lapping, but it was no use. Wherever I turned, he was right there, still hungrily kissing and sucking and rolling his red-hot tongue over my fiery flesh.
He took me higher and higher and I was screaming in ecstasy, getting all set to come again. My cunt was burning and aching and my loins jumped and jerked with lustful passion.
The sweet moment of orgasm was getting closer and closer, and Art licked my cunt faster and faster as we both felt it getting near.
Then the front door opened . . . and Ronnie walked in!
My legs were way up in the air and my furry cunt was completely exposed to my brother, who stood only a few feet away.
Art's face was buried in my hot twat, and when he suddenly snapped upright-staring blankly at Ronnie-his face was covered with cunt-juice. He looked like a boy who had just been caught in the cookie jar.
"What the fuck ...?!' Ronnie exclaimed. At first, his face was blank. Then he got mad.
"Get the fuck out of here, you little bastard!" he yelled at Art. "Get the fuck out of here, before I kick the living shit right out of you!"
Art scurried to get his clothes on. He didn't say a thing. He was a well-built kid, but he wouldn't have stood a chance in a fight with Ronnie.
Ronnie just fumed, his face beet-red, and watched as Art zipped up his pants and hurried out the door.
I had not gotten dressed. I still lay there on the couch, naked and hot as hell, and hoped against hope that Ronnie would rip his clothes off and come and fuck me.
But he didn't. He just bawled me out for fucking some fresh young kid, as he called him, and maybe getting myself pregnant. He made me feel even worse than when he told me he was getting married. My cunt ached with a terrible longing for my brother's cock, but he went up to his room and left me there, unfulfilled and lonely.
I dressed and ate supper and went to my room and cried my eyes out that night.
Apparently I was still looking pretty dragged out and down the next day in school. Our gym teacher, Miss Wendy Boyd, was pretty perceptive. She noticed my hang-dog look and called me into her office.
"What's the matter, Mindy," she said. "I've noticed that you look like you've lost your last friend."
I couldn't tell her everything, but I did say that my brother wasn't very thoughtful of my needs. I told her he wouldn't let me date boys in school and that I was just lonely and didn't like myself much.
"Now, that's silly, Mindy," she reassured me. "I don't want to hear that kind of talk from you. You're a very beautiful girl and you have a great deal to offer to people."
She touched my hair, fondling it a little, then put her arm around my shoulder. She brushed my hair and stroked my back and hugged me a little.
"Just remember that you always have a friend if you need one. I will be your friend and I'll listen any time you have a problem.
Anytime you just want to talk, give me a call, or come over to my apartment. You'll have my ear."
"I was really grateful to her. I felt like somebody cared about me. I felt warm and good all over toward Miss Boyd. In fact, I told myself, I just might take her up on her offer.
The next time I did get down, which was a few nights later, I called Miss Boyd and asked her if I could come over. It was a Friday night, and I didn't have a date, and Ronnie had gone to his fiancé's house. I was all alone and I wanted to go to bed with some boy and feel his big prick fucking my cunt like mad.
But I didn't really want to call any boys. And no boys called me. When Miss Boyd answered the phone, I should have guessed what the story was, but I didn't.
"Of course, you can come over, my darling," she said. "I'm just lying around here in my robe. I just took a shower and was watching some TV. Come on over and we'll talk as long as you want to."
When I got to her apartment, sure enough, she was in her robe all right. In fact, the robe was a sheer, frilly negligee, and Miss Boyd didn't have anything on underneath it. I could see her tits, including her big, full nipples, and even her bushy, full dark pussy nestled between her legs.
Miss Boyd was only about twenty-five, and she was built beautifully. She had long black hair, and dark eyes that seemed to penetrate right into your soul when she looked at you.
Her body was one of the best I'd ever seen on a woman. I guessed it was because she had worked on it, being a physical education teacher. Her tits were big and meaty, and they stood out firm and round. Then her body tapered down perfectly to a slim, flat waist.
Her hips and thighs were rounded just right, flaring out in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. Her ass was round and smooth and swayed provocatively when she walked.
And her legs. My God, I've dreamed that someday mine will look like that. Jesus, they were nice. Just full of curves and long and firm. There wasn't a guy in school-from the youngest, rosiest-cheeked freshman to the oldest of the teachers, Mr. Birnbaum-who didn't turn and watch Miss Boyd as she passed them.
Anyway, she was radiantly beautiful as she greeted me at her door. I was pretty surprised to see the way she was dressed, but I had to remind myself that, after all, this was her home and she was entitled to dress any way she wanted to when she was relaxing.
"Come in, my dear," she said, grasping my arm and closing the door behind us. "Come on in the living room and tell me what's eating you."
Almost as soon as we sat down, she slid her arm around my shoulder and sat very close on the couch. At first, I thought she was just trying to be helpful. But the more I talked, the closer she moved, until she was pressed hard against me. Her big, soft tit was squeezed against the crook of my arm, and she was running her hand up and down my other shoulder.
"So your brother doesn't want you dating boys," she said. "That's very interesting. Maybe he's doing the best thing for you, Mindy."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I like to date boys. I'm lonely just sitting home at night."
"But boys can be very unappreciative," she replied. "I know. I was a young girl myself, and not that long ago. My parents wouldn't let me date, either. Then I met an older woman, who taught in my high school. We became very, very good friends. And I learned that I didn't need or want boys anymore. And I became much happier."
"Really? I don't understand."
"Well," she said. "Boys only seem to want one thing. They always want to take you to bed, and shove their big . . . well, you know . . . their big, hard cocks, to be very blunt about it, right into your cunt."
I was shocked to hear Miss Boyd use those words, but I had to agree with her. That's what boys had on their minds most of the fucking time.
"Then, when they've fucked you until they're tired of you," she went on, "they'll drop you faster than a hot potato. I found out that women are not like that. They're much more loving, tender, understanding. It's all different with a woman."
It suddenly dawned on me what she was talking about. She meant that she had gone to bed with that older teacher when she was a kid my age. My God, I thought, she must want to do the same thing with me.
I felt her arm squeezing me tighter. I had put my head on her shoulder, and we could not have been any closer if we'd tried. I felt her lips kissing my hair.
My cunt was aching a little, and I started to feel drops of cunt-juice dripping down through to my cunt-lips. Even my tits tingled with excitement as I thought of Miss Boyd sucking my tits and playing with my clit.
But still, it was a forbidden thing, and I was scared of what would happen if anyone found out. I decided I'd better get out of there before I let her have my body. I jumped up and straightened my hair and my skirt.
"Well, thanks for listening to me, but I think I'd better go now," I said, and started for the door.
But I had not been prepared for what happened next. I never dreamed she would force me to stay, and I didn't think about how strong she was. But any gym teacher is stronger than most women, I came to find out.
"Sorry, my darling, but this has gone too far," she gasped. Her face was flushed, and I could see that she was really worked up. "I can't let you go now. I've got to have you. I've got to lick your hot little cunt. I NEED YOU!"
And with that, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me, yelling and protesting, to the bedroom. But it was no use. She was too big for me. When she got to the door of her bedroom, her robe was already open, flying in the breeze she created by whisking me in there. She let the whole thing drop to the floor and stood next to me naked and beautiful.
"I'm going to have your ass, baby, whether you want me to or not," she said hoarsely. "But I know once I start giving you a tongue bath that you'll melt in my arms. Now, start stripping!"
"NO!" I shouted. "I won't take my clothes off for you or any other woman!"
"If you don't, I'll rip them from you. Then what will you tell your darling brother? That some boy violated your hot little cunt again?"
That did it. I was afraid of what Ronnie would say if I came home with my clothes torn. Besides, if she really ripped them off, I wouldn't even be able to go out on the street.
I started to unbutton my blouse. Miss Boyd sat down on a chair by the door and watched. As I pulled the blouse off, and my big, juicy young tits came into view, I could see her lick her lips. She stared at my overflowing bra and seemed to be in a daze as she looked at the tight bra cups cutting into my soft, plump tit-flesh.
My skirt came down in a hurry. I just unzipped it down the side and let it fall. I stood a few feet from her, in only my see-through, too-small bra and a little pair of flesh-colored panties. My long, blonde hair hung lustrously around my shoulders. And if I do say so myself, I was a luscious picture of young beauty.
I knew I was turning her on hard. And, strangely, I felt a growing excitement in my loins. She was a beautiful woman, and looking it her bare body-with those big, full-rounded its and her shapely curves-I began to fantasize about what it was going to feel like to have her make love to me.
Then I unsnapped my bra and could feel my big, ripe tits fall out deliciously. On a whim, I cupped them in my hands and slowly raised them up and pressed them together.
The cleavage between my tingling young tits was enormous for a kid my age. None of the girls in my class had anything like I had. So I knew that I had something Miss Boyd wanted very bad. She even acknowledged that herself.
"They're gorgeous," she said, almost purring. She was staring at my tits with rapture. "They're the most beautiful tits I've ever seen on a girl your age, Mindy. Just wait until I get you into bed. I'm going to give them a sucking you'll never forget! I'm going to turn you on so hard you'll come for an hour!" Listening to her just made me hotter and hornier. I was really getting worked up by then. My cunt began to churn with anticipation of what she was going to do to it. I felt rippling waves of tension in my hot cunt.
I couldn't hold off anymore. I yanked them down my panties and gave Miss Boyd a complete view of my soft, shapely young body. My tits were covered with goose pimples and my nipples were standing out hard and ready for her.
My pussy glistened with cunt-juice up and down my cunt-lips-and my pussy-hair was a shiny, lustrous golden nest, eager for her touch of rapture.
That's when she got up and started for me. That's when I was going to get my first tongue-job from a woman.