Chapter 1
Hayley Johnson's cunt itched and swelled as she thought about the boys she knew. Her body felt so good when she thought of a handsome guy's hands running up and down her body-especially between her legs. Oh, how her cunt throbbed, she thought.
"Hayley, would you mind going next door to the Brewers' and see if you can borrow Betty's pie plate? She's got a nice Pyrex one she told me I could use any time I needed it," said Ann, Hayley's mother.
Hayley blinked into the sun and shading her eyes with her slender tan hand, rolled over to look at her mother. She'd been happily dreaming about boys when her voice had broken into her thoughts and she resented the intrusion. She was fourteen and boys were a lot more interesting than Pyrex pie plates to her.
"Aw Mom, I just started on this tan. If everybody keeps interrupting me, I'll never get anywhere."
But she got up and straightened her skimpy red bikini and fluffed her hair. The cups of the swimsuit fit close against her white tits. They were small tits but nicely rounded and tipped with pink. She was aware of them all the time lately. They were sore from growing and in the evening in her room she liked to massage them gently with skin oil. The tingles and glow of pleasure she felt then were very, very enjoyable.
Walking barefoot, she crossed the lawn, exited through the side gate and made her way into the Brewers' back yard. Tammy Brewer was a good friend of hers and since they were near the same age, they shared many mutual interests, like boys. But Tammy was at church with her mother and Hayley said a silent prayer of thanks that her divorced mother wasn't a church goer. Hayley liked her Sundays to herself. She tapped at the back screen and listened to see if Mr. Brewer had heard her.
"Oh hell, I know where the darned pie plate is," she said to herself. "I'll just go in and get it."
Standing on tiptoe, Hayley looked in one high cabinet and then the next. She found the pie plate and was closing the cabinet door when she heard a sound like a groan.
Since she knew that Roger Brewer was the only person home, Hayley's first thought was that she had no business poking around in the house. But what if something was wrong? What if he needed a doctor or something? It sounded ridiculous because Roger was a fairly young man in good health. But Hayley crept down the hall anyhow, her ears perked. The sound came from an open bedroom. She stopped and looked in.
"Oh, God ..." she breathed, her eyes going so wide they stung. Her girlfriend's father was sleeping naked on a bed. But he wasn't just naked. There was something very different about his nakedness. And though she'd heard stories about how men changed when they were about to fuck, the size of Roger Brewer's cock made her want to faint!
Roger was a man of average height with a compact build and not much flesh that wasn't muscle. But the size of his cock in relation to the rest of him surprised Hayley. She had no idea an erection could get that big. She knew through hygiene class and whispered rumors that a male had to get a little stiff so he could poke his prick into a female's hole. Hayley had thought that the stiffness was sufficient to get the job done. She hadn't dreamed that a cock would grow in length and thickness.
"It must be s-s-seven inches long!" she whispered under her breath. To her surprise she found that her young cunt was seeping into the crotch of her bikini. She felt swollen down there, swollen and feverish and very slick. A slight movement of her hips let the surfaces rub together inside her cunt and her clit bulged suddenly with blood.
Roger Brewer moaned again and half rolled onto his side. He was dreaming. Hayley saw that now. His handsome face changed subtly as he pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. What might he be dreaming, Hayley wondered.
"I should get out of here," she sighed, stumbling. But the swollen cock jumped and hypnotized her. She looked closely at the heavy droop of his balls in their hairy sack and the veins that coursed under the white skin of his shaft! She swallowed and clenched her small fists. She had the wildest desire to touch herself. But touching herself was something she hadn't really come to terms with yet. Her mother implied that it was wrong, that a good girl kept her hands off her body except to wash it.
Sometimes in the heat of a summer night though, Hayley woke to find her fingers plastered against her young, almost hairless mound. And they were always slick with her juices. Usually it was a dream that triggered such unconscious behavior on her part so she didn't feel guilty. And Tammy Brewer told her in secret whispers that if a girl touched herself, rubbed herself in just the right way, she could have an orgasm. An orgasm was something every much like a climax, she guessed. By reading she'd figured out that a climax was what happened to a girl when a man put his cock inside her body to make a baby. She also knew that it was supposed to feel good.
"Uhhhh," Roger Brewer moaned, pumping his hips now. Hayley stared at the way the skin clung to the head of his penis. That was the glans, if she remembered the words in a dog-eared book one girl had brought to school. The swollen part of a cock was the part that went deepest into a woman's body during copulation. Hayley rolled the word silently on her tongue. Cop-u-la-tion. She liked the way it sounded. But to think of letting something like that, she thought while gawking at Roger's hard-on, inside her body was too scary to consider.
The foreskin had slipped back a little and Hayley could see the dark blue color of the man's cockhead. It was shiny with some sort of fluid. And it swelled like a ripe plum swelling in the sun. Hayley couldn't resist touching herself any longer. She eased trembling fingers under the edge of her bikini and searched through the sparse, light-brown curls to the place where her young cunt started. As she pried the soft lips apart a rush of cunt juice wet her fingers. She let out a hot breath and pushed deeper, deeper than she ever had before. Her clit sent a tremor of pleasure through her belly and loins and she had to lean against the edge of the door as she moved her finger around in her slick cunt.
Roger moved again and to her shocking surprise, Hayley saw his own hand slide up his thigh. He seemed to be only half asleep. His eyes were still closed, but as his fingers closed around his shaft and began to move slowly up and down, Hayley wondered again if maybe she should get the hell out of there. She didn't though. She couldn't.
"Uhhh, Uhhhnnn," Roger groaned. His chest filled and the muscles hardened. He had all that hair! It made him seem like a wild animal. And his cock looked bigger than ever before. Pulling her finger through her slickly clasping folds, Hayley shuddered with the pleasure that jolted through her flesh. Her back was arched sharply, her plump, pert ass stuck out behind her as she teased her dripping cunt with slow, shivery movements. Roger had a firm grasp of his prick now and he moved the skin up and down. On the down strokes, the swollen part was exposed. Hayley had never really seen a male penis before and the shape and color of that fantastic barb excited her. She couldn't think of anything in nature that looked like that. But now it seemed even longer than seven inches. And it swelled at the tip with a rhythm that Hayley herself felt as she massaged her slippery, blood-heated flesh more urgently.
Shivers of pleasure made her weak. She tried to control her trembling but there was a new hunger inside her now. Something that made her want to keep going, keep touching herself. On the bed before her Roger Brewer twisted and jerked. His hand pumped faster at his throbbing erection. The foreskin was stretched back to completely expose the barbed shape of his glans. It looked so big!
Hayley bit her bottom lip. The shock of what she was observing was real enough. She still couldn't tear herself away. She knew she'd never get a chance to witness anything like this again! How many girls ever would? She had to stay. And her young body was bathed with new thrills now as she continued to finger herself.
But what was happening to Roger was even wilder. His legs had gone rigid now and he was breathing like he might die or something. Hayley wondered if maybe he was having a fit. His cock looked angry at the tip and the dark blue color had changed to purple. His hand moved slower too, pausing when he brought the skin up against the flared barb of his tip before jerking downward again. A droplet of some kind of fluid formed slowly on the slitted orifice and Hayley's blood boiled as she stared with wonder at the spectacle of sex that was unfolding before her eyes.
"It's wrong to watch anything like this," she sighed. She was back in the hall far enough that there wasn't much danger of her being detected. It was educational too. Was it ever! Her thin fingers made slick noises up inside her mound.
When she realized that her girlfriend's father might be going to come, she almost bolted out of the house. It was that special, almost taboo word, the idea of whieh sent hot shivers of lust up and down the insides of her thighs. It was what happened to boys when they started a baby in a girl's stomach. Hayley knew it was something very similar to a girl's orgasm. Except something had to come out of the boy to make the baby.
"Ahhhh," Roger Brewer gasped and his face darkened as he writhed on the bed. His fingers tightened on his cockshaft as he jerked himself. Hayley sagged excitedly, barely able to stand. Her feet tingled against the carpet. Her toes fanned out as an itchy thrill seemed to build in waves around the underside of her body. Even her trim asscheeks glowed with the new sensation. She'd never rubbed herself so long, never experienced this kind of pleasure. Then, as she watched the gasping man on the bed, it happened.
Something white leaped from the tip of Roger's cock and went a foot into the air. It fell with a plop across his belly and almost immediately another jet of cream arched upwards.
"Ghhhuuh," he moaned, squirming his ass against the mattress. "Nnnhhhhhaaahh!"
Roger's prick seemed to shiver as it exploded more hot sap across his belly. Some spattered down on his arms and one droplet hit his cheek and dribbled off. There seemed so much of it! Hayley knew that she couldn't keep playing with herself much longer without passing out just from the pleasure. And now that she'd witnessed what a man could do to himself with his own hands, she was afraid that Tammy was right. A girl could manage the same thing. Hayley didn't want to do it here with her girlfriend's father milking his own cum right in the next room.
Somehow she managed to stop. On quiet, bare feet she walked to the kitchen, picked up the pie plate and eased the back screen open. Her fingers were still shiny with her body's juices and she could smell her musky aroma. She took the pie plate to her mother and hurried to her room where she shut the door and threw herself across her bed. The image of Roger Brewer was etched vividly in her memory. She thought of herself locked in his embrace, her hot young cunt penetrated brutally by his enormous cock!
As she enjoyed this dream, she skinned off the bottom part of her bikini and got into a comfortable position on her back. Her legs were bent slightly and open so she could work her fingers into her slit. She felt her hymen, still intact, and caressed the dainty petals of flesh that hid her clit.
"Ohhhh fuck me," she breathed, pretending. It was nice being able to make things up while she did this. To actually let a male even come close to her would have been unthinkable. She was a virgin, still not quite sixteen and totally inexperienced with anything more than casual petting through at least three layers of clothing. Even the idea of letting a boy put his fingers in her cunt made her blush. But she could make it all up.
"Roger... Uhhhh Roger," she groaned, closing her eyes and imagining that he was spreading her knees now, pushing his hot, swollen cock tip against her dainty wetness. Her lips opened as he thrust and she felt his hard, stiff shape stab her. Using a finger she pushed against the membrane of her hymen. It wasn't quite the same of course, but since she didn't know what it might really feel like, it was still exciting. She, kept probing gently, pumping her hips as if she were letting him slide deeper, deeper.
"Ohhh, darling, you're so big!"
Her skinny little finger wasn't big at all so she added two more and continued to stretch inwards against the thinly stretched flesh.
Brown hair whipped across her pillow as Hayley tossed her head wildly. The tingling thrills were coming faster now. Her nipples pressed against the small cups of her bikini halter. With a hurried jerk, she pushed the cups upward to expose the youthful swells. Her nipples expanded now and she caught one between thumb and forefinger and rolled it experimentally in a sexy, pinching movement. Immediately her cunt throbbed and poured out more juice. The connection was obvious and Hayley petted and massaged her tits as she continued to use her fingers in her twat.
"Ohhhh God, ohhhh God d-d-damn!" she whimpered, feeling ravenous pleasure for the first time. Her body couldn't keep still now. She tossed and bucked on the bed, her heels gouging the bedspread. She'd never felt like this before! She'd been excited by a boy's kiss or his arm around her waist, but this, never!
"Nhhhhaaahh, ohhhhh shit!"
She was going crazy. She was losing her mind. Her skin crawled with bewitching tingles of pure pleasure. Her nipples stood out, dark pink lumps on snow white swells. She arched her back up from the bed and her ass jumped wildly as the throes of her climax hung just out of reach.
"Yuuuhhhhhh!" she cried, pumping furiously against her clawing hand. She came then with thankful gasps. She came with hot pleasure throbbing through every nerve until she couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but touch herself and squirm in frantic wonder at what was happening to her. When the unbelievable shudders had passed and she could breathe again, Hayley blinked and opened her eyes.
"So that's what it's like! Ohhh God, it's like heaven." She felt as if she'd discovered sex for the first time. She'd been so dumb before. She had no idea that it could feel that good.
Hayley's mother was working in the kitchen when she went out again. The sun was warmer than before and she sprayed herself with the hose and glanced into the next yard. Roger Brewer was outside too. He was wearing a pair of shorts, kneeling by a small flower bed. With her imagination working overtime, Hayley let herself through the gate and ambled up behind him. She was pretending again, pretending that after making hot and furious love, they were going about life as usual. With Roger's wife and daughter gone it was easy for Hayley to pretend she was married to the good-looking man.
"Hi," she said, flopping down on the grass close by."
"Oh, hello, Hayley. Tammy's at church, but I guess you knew that."
"Yeah, I just thought I'd wait here for her to get back."
She studied the flat, muscular belly of her friend's father. She was remembering how he had looked all naked and squirming, his hand on his cock. The lump in the crotch of his shorts was only a hint of what throbbing flesh grew there. A tingle of excitement started at Hayley's toes and went all the way to the tips of her nipples. She rolled onto her belly in the grass and rubbed her pubes against the hardness of the ground. When Roger glanced over she stopped doing it and smiled innocently.
The look she saw in his eyes shocked her a little and excited her more. Of course he didn't know anything about her peeking on him a few moments before. Nor did he know that she'd hurried to her room and masturbated to climax for the very first time in her life. But his look couldn't be dismissed. It wasn't the kind of look the average man would give to the friend of his daughter. Hayley felt her ears glowing. She knew they must be red.
"I swear, Hayley, you young girls are prettier nowadays than when I was growing up."
"You're not all that old are you?" she teased. She pinched her thighs together. The juiciness of her cunt was still enough to make her remember how fantastic an orgasm she'd experienced. Hayley frowned and pursed her lips.
"Ohhh, I'm so lazy today," she exclaimed, rolling onto her back and opening her legs. Pointing her toes she stretched in the warmth of the sunlight. She felt her breasts lifting under their halter cups and felt her tummy pull in under her ribs. She peeked through half-closed lashes. Roger Brewer had stopped pulling weeds. He was staring at the coltish lines of her body. His eyes seemed almost to touch her. And when they lingered hungrily at where her tiny bikini cut across her abdomen another expression seemed to spread on his features. For the first time in her life Hayley experienced what it was like to be undressed by a man's eyes.
The pleasure surged once again through her tummy and loins. Though somewhat ashamed, she enjoyed the emotion. What was Roger trying to see? Was he imagining what she was like under the skimpy piece of red material? She was thrilled. Was he thinking of her cunt? Was he imagining that it had a lot of hair or only a little? Was he imagining it all swollen up and slick like it'd been just a few moments ago?
"Aren't you lazy?" she asked, pretending to keep her eyes shut.
"I'm sure as hell tired of pulling weeds," Roger said. His voice sounded strange. He was breathing a little faster. It was a little scary to see the reaction she was causing, but Hayley was terribly excited by it all too. She stretched again, this time opening her legs as wide as they'd go. She shivered as she felt her crotch being stretched. Her slit opened under the narrow band of nylon. She knew that when she was really stretched wide like that, the crotchband wouldn't quite cover her completely. Roger must have known the same thing.
"Gosh, what's keeping Tammy?" she said, sitting up suddenly. Roger turned back to his work with a jerk. Hayley's eyes wandered to the crotch of his shorts. She sucked in a quick breath at what she saw there. The material was all poked out. She knew why of course. She was the reason. He'd looked at her young body and imagined something naughty. And thinking those kinds of things, he'd gotten a huge erection! Hayley had thought of herself as too much a child to affect a grown man. The idea of finding her best friend's father getting an erection because of her was almost too much to take in all at once.
She tried picking a toe and saw that Roger was just as interested. She reached behind her to get an imaginary itch and pretending she couldn't quite get it, asked Roger to scratch for her.
"It's right up there between my shoulder blades," she said.
His fingers were warm and strong and the soft rubbing began to excite her more than she'd bargained for. Again she found herself wondering what it would really be like to have a man touching her all over. Not with her clothes on like it was on an occasional date. But flesh to flesh. Finger to tit. Mouth to belly.
"Ohhh," she gasped, the last image causing her cunt lips to flood with fresh, musky juice.
"Did I get it?" Roger asked.
"Thanks," she nodded. "Thanks a lot."
Hayley rose and pranced across the lawn. She felt as if she'd gotten into something over her head. While it'd been fun experimenting with her neighbor, she had been surprised at the results. And she couldn't even begin to consider the consequences.
As she turned and walked back, Roger had lit a cigarette and watched her without attempting to hide the fact.
"How old are you, Hayley?" he asked.
"Oh you know. Same age as your daughter. Fourteen."
"How tall are you," he went on.
"Five feet six. Mom says I'm gonna be tall."
"How much do you weigh?"
"Hundred and ten. Do you think that's too much?"
"Not at all."
Her friend's father dragged on his smoke. "Ill bet you're a virgin too."
"Mr. Brewer!" she gasped, feeling her face flush red.
"Oh, come off it, I've got a daughter too, remember? And I keep a close watch on her too. It's only natural that I'm curious about girls her own age."
"Well..."
"Are you?"
"A virgin you mean?"
Hayley felt so strange. She wanted to flee. But there was something about his persistence that excited her. It was like they were talking about her cunt, yet not really talking about it. Her clit tingled in response.
"Sure, I'm a virgin. Did you think I wasn't?"
"Not really. And I'm glad to hear that you are, Hayley." Roger Brewer pushed his wavy hair out of his eyes and beamed at her.
"I kind of feel protective about you. You not having a father and all."
Hayley was a little confused. First the obvious interest in her sexually. And now he was acting protective. But the thrill was still with her, and so was Roger's erection.
"If you ever have any questions you would normally ask your father, feel free to ask me," he said. "I know that a girl confides in her mother about some things. But a father is important too."
"That's nice of you Mr. Brewer."
He laughed.
"What's this Mr. Brewer stuff? You've never bothered with formalities before."
"I don't know what made me say that." She eyed him curiously. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're more than just pretty," he said.
That special look was in his eyes again. Hayley liked to think of it as a bedroom look. Her flesh tingled again and she hugged her arms.
"I mean if you were younger and you saw a girl that looked like me ..."
Roger cleared his throat and turned to his weed pulling again.
"I think I just heard my wife pull up out front."
Hayley rose and started towards the house just as Tammy burst from the back door.
"Boy, are you lucky," the red-headed Tammy exclaimed, "sunbathing on a Sunday while I have to listen to a boring sermon."
Hayley couldn't begin to tell Tammy what had passed between her father and herself. Or had there not been as much to it as Hayley wanted to imagine? But as she followed her friend into the house, she took one last look at Roger's tan back. He met her stare and winked. The wink went through her like a slow burn of pleasure and once again she was seeing his rigid, pulsing cock, white cream running thickly down it.
"Aren't you listening to me, Hayley?" Tammy scolded. "Aren't you listening to what I just said?"