Chapter 3

Hayley and Tammy had already put on their nighties when they decided to play a game of scrabble. Roger, Tammy's dad, was busy with some papers in his study but after a little nagging, told them he'd play too.

Hayley always enjoyed spending the night away from home. And with Tammy's mom gone, she'd enjoyed herself even more than usual. Throughout the evening she'd played a kind of game with Roger. Hanging around his study, asking dumb questions about this and that just to see if he noticed her. She was curious about the reaction she'd gotten that day a week ago. And she couldn't forget the spectacle she'd observed while borrowing a pie plate. When she closed her eyes at night all she could see was that huge, jerking cock, white cum boiling out of it. No, she couldn't get it out of her head.

So when Roger got down on the rug with them to play scrabble, Hayley was overjoyed. She dared to give him a big wink while Tammy was busy turning over the lettered wooden tiles. Roger winked back. He had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing else. He looked at Hayley's nighty like it wasn't even there.

The game went fast. It was easy to see that they were no competition for Roger. And when he made Hayley's word, cop into copulation, both girls giggled with embarrassment.

'That should win it for me," he said, starting to pick at the few remaining tiles to fill out his hand.

"Are you sure you can use that word, daddy?" Tammy said, giving him a scolding look.

"Hayley, you've got the dictionary. Look it up."

Her ears glowing, Hayley leafed through the Webster's until she located the word in question. Not that she questioned it at all.

"Copulation," she read, "is the noun. Copulate is the verb. To engage in sexual intercourse."

She and Tammy giggled again.

"That's not fair, daddy," Tammy protested. "We're girls, we don't think of words like that."

"Oh you don't, do you?" Roger's look was for Hayley and she had to drop her long lashes when she felt the flush on her tits.

"Well, you won anyhow," his daughter said, adding up the scores. "But it was a dirty trick."

Hayley padded upstairs with Tammy to her bedroom. They talked about boys for awhile before jumping in the bed and turning off the lights. Then they talked about boys some more.

"Would you ever go all the way with a guy who wasn't married to you?" Tammy wanted to know.

"I'm not sure. I guess it depends on the guy. Lots of girls have affairs nowadays. So I hear anyway."

"Yeah, but if they get pregnant, they can really screw up their lives. And guys don't give a damn about stuff like that. All they want to do is squirt their cream."

"I know," Hayley agreed. "It just takes a drop of that semen to really get a girl in trouble."

Tammy turned, her voice excited. "Did you hear about Rosey Russell? What she did to Bob Baxter?"

"No."

Hayley was all ears. When Tammy had a rumor, it was usually a spicy one.

"She was over to his house one night last week and he asked her to kiss him on the cock and she did!"

"Wow!"

"That wasn't all she did."

Tammy squirmed under the sheet. Hayley knew her friend was sliding a hand under her gown. "She actually swallowed his stuff when it came out."

"You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not! She said she gagged a little but it wasn't too bad after she got used to it."

They lay there in the darkened room, imagining Rosey with her lips tightly curled around the tip of Bob Baxter's cock. Hayley heard the soft, wet noise of her friend as she continued to touch herself. She pretended to be asleep. It was excruciatingly exciting to listen to the slurpy sound of Tammy's finger sliding along her open cunt. And the girl's breathing grew shallow and fast as she brought herself to a quick boil.

"Ohhh," she whimpered, rolling onto her belly to stifle her groans in the pillow. "Mmmmmhhh-uuuuhh," she babbled again.

The sheet had been thrown back and Tammy's nighty was tangled around her wait. In the moonlight her softly curved ass rose and fell, her long arms disappearing under her belly. Hayley knew what her fingers were doing to her cunt.

"Annhuuh, nhhuuh, nhhuuhh," the girl gasped out, her bottom plunging furiously now. Then she shivered and she wasn't breathing at all. Hayley was beside herself with excitement to watch all this. Tammy was trying to keep quiet. She didn't want to awaken Hayley but she just had to come! And as the throes knifed through her, a tiny squeal exploded into Tammy's pillow. With grateful lunges of her ass, she rubbed her mound against her clawing fingers as the ravenous pleasure throbbed through her. Within a few minutes, Tammy was snoring softly.

"God," Hayley sighed, rocking her own hips under the covers. She considered doing the same thing to herself. After all, she'd finally mastered the technique after years of uncertain fumbling. In the last week she'd done it at least twice a day. But she felt like she wanted something more than just a finger rubbing her clit. She thought of those vibrators that some girl had told her about. Yes, it'd been another tale from Rosey. And she'd implied that every woman over the age of twenty-one had one of those things to use on herself whenever the spirit moved her. Hayley imagined a vibrator in every woman's purse. She wished she had one too.

"I'm just not sleepy," she breathed to herself, swinging her long, slender legs off the bed. Beside her, Tammy dozed on. Hayley walked barefoot to the door and let herself out. Maybe she could find a snack in the refrigerator. Maybe a glass of milk would make her sleepy. She went downstairs and past the front room where Roger was watching a late movie.

The milk did taste good and she found a cookie to eat with it. After washing out her glass and turning the light off she went back down the hall to the stairs. It was Roger turning to look at her that made her hesitate at the first step.

"Can't you sleep?" he asked.

"Yea. I had a glass of milk, though. Maybe that'll help.

She put her narrow foot on the first step.

"Why don't you watch this movie with me for awhile. It's boring enough to make anybody sleepy."

Something inside Hayley told her to get her little butt directly upstairs and into bed with Tammy. But something else made her wish she didn't have to. There was something not quite proper about the situation. Roger's wife gone, Roger's shirt off, Roger looking at her like that. Or was all this what was right? She shrugged suddenly, feeling silly about the whole thing. She'd just done a little harmless flirting with her best friend's dad, that was all. She felt perfectly safe in his presence. He wasn't about to do anything so dangerous as make a pass at a fourteen-year-old.

"What's it about?" she asked, nodding at the flickering screen as she plopped onto the sofa.

"It's a mystery. But I think they forgot the plot."

Roger eyed her closely. His chest was broad and muscled and hairy and Hayley found herself peeking at him too. He was sitting at the other end of the sofa, a can of beer in his hand. She curled her legs under her and tried to concentrate on the television.

"That private eye is trying to talk his client into going to bed with him," Roger filled her in.

Hayley started remembering the frenzied details of that day she'd blundered into Roger's house and stayed to watch him jerk off. Then she was thinking about Tammy and the smothered whimpers her friend had smothered in the pillow as she'd had an orgasm. Orgy ... didn't it mean a lot of people doing it to each other all at the same time? She wondered idly what the asm part meant.

But Roger's casual mood of relaxation made her feel easier. She straightened her legs and stretched and tried once more to follow the lame plot of the movie. She wasn't aware of Roger's attention until her eyes flicked over at him. He was staring at her long, bare legs, naked from the upper thigh on down. She tugged at the short hem of her nighty, but couldn't do much to hide them. She was about to curl them under her again when her friend's dad grabbed her ankle. She squealed with surprise.

"Don't hide those pretty legs, let me look at them a little."

"Mr. Brewer, I..."

"You call me Mr. Brewer at the weirdest times," he laughed.

Hayley laughed too. The tight grasp of his fingers around her ankle had the most exhilarating effect. His touch was hot and strong and when he began to pet her instep with his free hand, Hayley let out a pent-up breath.

"Ohhh, that tickles!"

She squirmed and with the squirming a flood of hot juice leaked from her cunt. She felt suddenly very slick down there. And since she never wore panties to bed, there was nothing to absorb the extra moisture. Roger's rubbing of her foot continued. Now he gingerly pinched her little toe. She tried to hide her sigh.

"Roger ... Roger, please don't. You're driving me crazy with all that tickling."

"Does it just tickle?"

"Sure, what do you mean?"

She bit her bottom Up and tried to jerk her foot back. He held it all the tighter. A shudder of pleasure went through her.

"I'll bet you five bucks I can make you giggle," he said.

"Okay, you're on.

Hayley pressed her lips together and clenched her fists resolutely. She knew that if she could just concentrate, she could win the bet. And the five bucks would sure come in handy for buying something new to wear.

But she wasn't ready for what Roger did next. He moved over close enough to hold her thin, white foot in his lap and then bent to lick her smallest toe. The touch of wet heat was excruciating and another hot tremble went through her. Maybe if I don't watch him, she told herself. But that didn't help either. She felt his lips caress the little toe and she writhed on the sofa, her cunt wetter than ever. It was throbbing too and a certain electric-like thrill kept going through the core of her body. She'd never guessed that toes were that sensitive. But they seemed to be linked directly to her poor little cunt. And now Roger was gingerly chewing on three toes at once. She muttered a low groan and her long lashes fluttered.

It wasn't the sort of thing that would make her giggle. But it was doing something else. Something that couldn't be ignored. Something powerful. She rocked her slim hips and as the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbed together, she let her shoulders droop forward. Her nipples were tingling someA-thing awful. She had the wildest desire to pinch or rub them. They poked out the sheer material of her nighty even though her tits weren't all that big.

The little contest to see if she would giggle was turning into something else. Roger was starting to kiss the bottom of her foot now. He was licking and sucking on her skin. The pulsing sensations traveled up her long legs and zeroed on her pussy. She was going to win because she hadn't the least desire to giggle. Instead her cunt was running over with slippery juice. And her clit had swelled up out of its hood, swelled out between her labia like an angry little bee. She rocked her hips again and moaned. Now Roger was licking her ankle. Even that seemed to have a devastating effect upon her will. She knew that something strange was happening but didn't have the power to stop it. In fact she couldn't dream of stopping it! It was a heavenly experience! Even if it was weird.

"Ohhh, ohhh, you'd better quit. I'm not gonna giggle anyway."

"You're not?" Roger asked in surprise. But his mouth crept up her leg now. He had gotten down on the cushions so he could kiss her calf. Hayley stretched that leg, pointing and fanning her toes. The stretch made her cunt swell plumper with hot blood. And a musky perfume was in the air now.

The aroma of a young, overheated pussy. Hayley knew that Roger must be able to smell it too.

"Where's my f-f-five bucks?"

"You haven't passed the acid test yet," he smiled, pressing his open mouth against the soft white flesh in the crook of her knee. This sent Hayley into a squirming fit. She gasped and clawed at the sofa cushions as her slender body twisted around so that she was half laying on the rumpled cushions. Her gown had hiked up accidentally but Hayley was experiencing such powerful sensations of pleasure that she hadn't noticed. She had no idea that her friend's father was taking long looks at her adolescent cunt and the way the brown hair was curlicued damply together. The little game had gone far enough, hadn't it? Or had it? She couldn't thing straight. All she could do was feel the wonderful thrills that went over her flesh in waves.

"Nhhuuh, ohhh, God, Roger, I told you I'm not going to giggle!"

"There are things better than giggling," he murmured, kissing up the back of her thigh. Now it was getting to the point where Hayley knew she was on dangerous ground. Roger Brewer was breathing fast, like the sweet scent of her cunt was making him drunk with passion. She knew too that it was wrong! Very wrong for a married man to be acting like this. But though it was her duty to control him, Hayley couldn't quite bring herself to take the step. Every touch of his mouth, every wet brush of his tongue was bringing her sensations that she'd never in her life experienced. She was curious and hungry for more.

"Hayley, you lovely little nymph!"

His mouth was dangerously close to her cunt. He was practically putting his head in her lap. And now she saw that her gown was hiked up to expose her brown triangle of cunthair and the moist droop of her swollen cuntlips. She found herself panting rapidly. A blurry realization went through her mind. It was already too late. And even as Roger reached a finger up to her slit she knew she wouldn't stop him.

"Uhhhh, Roger, I... I..." With her eyes wide she watched him tenderly pet the bulging dark flesh. A droplet of her juice clung to his fingertip and he put it to his lips and licked it off. Then he pushed the finger a little ways into her slit. Her outer lips curved softly around his touch and she felt it, felt everything with excruciating intensity.

"I want you, Hayley. I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. I love you Hayley ..."

His finger moved up across her clit and a jolt of pleasure went up into her tummy. The thrill was so wonderful that Hayley drooled a little. Then her lips moved weakly when she tried to say something. Only a murmurring of half-words came out. She was fascinated with the way Roger's finger was getting deeper. It was buried between her outer lips, buried to the first knuckle. And every caress he gave her clitoris made her belly tighten, her hips rock.

Now he slipped down under where her hymen stretched across her virgin opening. The smack of her juicy folds around his touching made her shiver. She put a small hand out to hold onto his wrist. But the pressure she exerted was weak and uncertain.

"Ohhhh, don't do th-th-that."

She didn't mean a word of it. She was shocked, embarrassed, half scared. But she was overcome with pleasure too. A pleasure too acutely enjoyable to want it to end ... ever!

"You smell wonderful," Roger whispered. His finger pressed up against the lump of her cherry. He pressed harder, working around in a small circular pattern.

"What are you doing?"

"I told you how badly I want you. But I can't have you with this in the way, can I?" His finger pressed harder. For the first time Hayley felt a sting of pain. It wasn't much more than a pinprick in intensity. But she knew that if Roger kept pushing like that...

"Stop, please stop! Ohhhh, Roger, what's happening? What's got into you?"

"It's more what I want to get into you," he told her. The slight movement of his hips made Hayley look at the crotch of his jeans. She hadn't noticed him slipping his cock free of his underwear and jeans but there it was! It seemed huge, the streamlined tip fat with blood and rounded. His foreskin was pulled back so she could see the whole, glistening barb. Just imagining that thing penetrating her body made her sigh. Just to imagine anything penetrating her body made her realize what being a virgin was really all about. Roger was talking about making a hole in her body! But she didn't even feel like she had a hole! She was smooth as wet sating down there. There were lumps and hollows and delicate, velvet-soft folds. But no hole!

"Ohhhh, let me go, let me up ..."

"Quit struggling you little angel. This is something I've waited for years. I've watched you grow up. I've watched those legs get longer, those sweet tits swell out and grow nipples. I've watched the curve of your hips as you began puberty. And now I can't stand it any longer. I'd go to jail for this!"

"... jail," she babbled, not knowing what he was talking about. Knowing only that she was in deep water and couldn't remember how to swim. But Roger's thumb was exciting her clit while he probed against her hymen. The itchy pleasure was making her hips lurch and jump. She clung to his wrists with both hands, her body wiggling more wildly than ever.

"If you obey me, you'll experience more pleasure than you ever thought possible," he whispered. "If you do what I tell you, you'll never forget this moment as long as you live."

"... as long as I live," she repeated as if in a trance. Her half-lidded eyes darted down to the V of her cunthair. As Roger caressed her with his thumb and fingers the smacking wetness of her cuntlips grew louder.

"Hold on tight," he said, his voice more urgent. The finger against her cherry drew back slightly and then was thrust steadily upwards. Hayley began to pant very rapidly and her heart pounded in her chest. The pain was sharper now but concentrated on a very small area.

"Ghhhaaahh," she whimpered, tossing her brown hair out over her shoulders as she felt the first surge of panic. "Nhhooo! Ohhhh, nhooo!" Her fingernails cut into Roger's wrist. But he kept pushing.

Hayley squealed shrilly. The squeal turned quickly to a soft gurgle as she slumped forward. Roger pressed his lips to her neck and murmured affectionately as he eased his finger past the ruptured membrane and deep into her spasming pussy. For the first time in her life, Hayley was being touched in there, inside that secret hollow of her body that seemed so taboo. She was still panting. Her breasts ached so strangely. Her belly was pulled in under her ribs. She was only dimly aware of Roger taking his finger gently from her fresh wound and pulling her down on the sofa. Now she was on her back, legs spread apart, nighty tangled just under her tits. Roger bent to kiss her navel. As his tongue explored the shallow hole she whimpered again and pumped her hips inA-stinctively. Something warm was trickling down, down the crack of her ass. She knew she was bleeding. But oddly enough she felt absolutely no fear.

Roger kissed her again, below her navel this time. He kept kissing his way toward her sparse cunt hair until she felt his tongue slide down into her slit. Then her clitoris throbbed with exquisite sensations of pleasure and she bucked on the sofa cushions, her heels thrusting and digging. Roger slid his big hands under her young ass and kneaded her flesh as he burrowed his hungry mouth deeper into the stretched heat of her cunt.

The small sting of pain told her that Roger was actually kissing the place he'd ruptured. He was licking her fresh blood! He was kissing her broken cherry and loving her with his soft lips. Again she began to pant like she was having a fit. This time her trembling fingers dove into his hair and she felt his subtle movements as he bathed her smoldering surfaces with hot spit.

"Huuuhhhnnn, uhhhh!"

Her hair flew out again as she tossed her head wildly. Her knees bent as she dragged her heels along the cushions. She pulled her knees back so far they almost touched her chest. She felt totally exposed, totally open to Roger's hungry mouth. And he took advantage of her surrender to feast excitedly at her teenaged cunt.

Hayley's clit had become a firm, small finger. Roger's upper Up brushed it repeatedly and she grew to yearn for the next brush, the next hot thrill. For the first time since it had all begun, Hayley realized she was very close to a climax. Her heat beat fast, her lungs filled and emptied. Her head spun with bright images as the electric pleasure throbbed through every nerve.

But it was around her clit where the pleasure was most intense. Her clit bulged and tingled as she pumped her hips up and down, rubbing her dripping folds across Roger's loving mouth.

"Whhuuh, whhhuuuhhh, whhhuuuhhh!"

Roger eased his mouth away from her pussy. She looked at him with sex-hungry eyes. He wasn't just a friend's father anymore. She felt totally different about him now. She thought she was in love with him. And the smear of her own blood on his chin made her realize that she'd stepped into a new and wondrous world. The world of sex!

"I want your first come to be unforgettable. Too many virgins have a bad experience because the guy rushes things. But you're really nice and slick now. And I measured you with my tongue enough to know that I won't hurt you going in."

"What? Won't hurt..." She was too excited to keep up with what he was telling her. But she knew what he wanted as he slipped his jeans off his hips and then his underwear.

He was so much more muscular than boys her own age. The upward jut of his prick scared her. It looked so huge! But the tip was as shiny slick as the surface of her cuntflesh. Very gently Roger rubbed the feverish head against the inside of her thigh. A bright smear was left behind as he nestled his glans against her pink labia. Hayley whimpered. As excited as she was, she was still scared.

"I'm going to take my time. I want you to feel everything. And I don't want you to be frightened you lovely angel."

He kissed her bare shoulder. She watched him slip the straps of her gown off and down. As if he were uncovering two precious treasures, he uncovered her tits. Then he went to work on them with his mouth. As one nipple was sucked hungrily between his teeth, Hayley arched her back and let out a long, shuddering moan.

"Ohhhh, Roger, ohhhh, darling!" She knew she was in love now!

"Touch me now," he told her.

Shaking more than ever, Hayley put her hand down between their bellies and found the hot stiffness of his erection. Her fingers curled around it and she squeezed to discover just how hard he really was. He was hard!

"I thing you're ready," he smiled.

For an answer, Hayley let her lashes drop and a soft flush made her cheeks glow. Almost imperceptibly she nodded.