Chapter 4

Sunday was a lazy day that passed slowly but surely. Kim called about three o'clock and Laura and her talked non stop for over an hour. They made vague reference to Bob and talked about what had happened the previous night. They felt that they could never be as intimate over the telephone as they could be in person. They could be overheard on the phone extensions that they both had.

After dinner that night, she helped her mother with the dishes and then watched a few hours of television with he and her father. Before she fell asleep that night though, her thoughts seemed to converse on Bob Nelson, the way he had taken her virginity thrilled her. As she lay in her bed she remembered how big, strong and powerful his young prick had been. She wanted it again.

Her desires would find fulfillment a lot sooner than she expected. But she had no way of knowing that she would get far more than she had imagined!

The next day in Fairfield began uneventfully. The bus ride, her homeroom period and her morning classes seemed to blur into each other. She thought only of the seventh period. That was the class that she was in with Bob. English Lit had been her favorite subject. It still was but for different reasons.

She arrived to the class seconds before the bell rang. As she settled into her seat she gazed around the room. Bob hadn't arrived yet. For the length of the class she would look around the room every few minutes in hope that her dream lover had arrived. He never came. She knew that he cut a lot but figured that he'd at least come to class that day. Saturday night had seemed so far away from her now. If she could only see him!

All hope was dashed as the bell rang at the end of the period. She would have to wait until the next day to see her Bob. As she listlessly walked out of the room she wondered what he was doing at that very moment.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tapping at her back. She turned on her heels to see who it was. "Bob!" she exclaimed happily. "Why didn't you come to class today? I was watching for you."

Dear Laura suddenly became serious and moved closer to him. She was so trusting. "I missed you. Did you like Saturday night?" I mean I didn't get a chance to talk to you or anything. You know, your band and all. Gee, you guys have a great sound!"

"Yeah, thanks. Listen, we are practicing this afternoon. Do you wanna come? We'll be finished before six. We are getting into some really good stuff lately. You'll like it."

Laura was overjoyed. Kim's observations about Bob had proven wrong. Bob really did like her. He spoke so sweetly to her.

"Sure! That would be great. I'll be ready at three."

Bob looked around. "You don't understand, Laura. I mean, right now. So, you cut one period! What's the big deal."

Laura was being led astray by a "groovy guy." She didn't mind.

"Oh," she replied indecisively. "I don't know. Gee, I have this assignment." Suddenly, she made up her mind. "Okay, Bob. Let's go."

For a few seconds she strode the halls with Bob, she felt great. Saturday night's concert had made him somewhat of a hero among the students of Fairfield. Bob Nelson had found a way to express all the adolescent frustration within him. And it was so hip, too! Laura felt like a star. Bob Nelson was her maverick, alright.

She pulled her coat closer to her as they exited the building. Some days in the Fall it could be so mild while others were cutting in their coldness, it was very confusing.

"Burrr! It's cold, eh?" she was trying to break the ice.

Bob said nothing. The couple walked briskly towards his van. The vehicle had become synonymous with sex for Laura. It as there she had lost her virginity only two nights before.

They both scrambled into the vehicle. Before Laura had her door shut, Bob had its engine on. As she settled in the high, uncomfortable seat he put it into gear and sped off for points unknown.

"Hey!" Laura asked enthusiastically. "Where are we going anyway?"

"Not too far," answered Bob. "It's in a garage. It's got a loft too. Sometimes one of us guys will sleep there when we're having a fight with our folks or something. It's really cozy."

After about a thirty minute drive they arrived. The garage stood behind a large, old house. Some of its windows were boarded up and a large "For Sale" sign stood in front of it.

Bob pulled his van into its dirt driveway and stopped in front of the garage. "This is it," he said matter-of-factly.

He then got out of the car and walked to its door. A large, cumbersome looking lock dangled exactly where the door met. Bob produced a long, shiny key from his pocket, inserted it to the lock and opened it. Laura's eyes lit up when he swung the doors open. All of the equipment she had seen on the makeshift stage of their high school gym Saturday night rested inside. Everything looked very neat.

She hopped out of the car and entered the garage. "Whew! You guys must have some time lugging all this stuff around all the time! Isn't it heavy?"

"It's heavy, alright. But not as heavy as our music."

Laura was beginning to read all kinds of different meanings into what Bob said. He seemed to have an organic kind of intelligence that defied book learning.

"Do you remember that 'jam' you heard Saturday night?" he asked.

Laura felt herself growing excited. It was the first time Bob had made reference to their night of hot passion.

"Yes," she answered. "It was beautiful!"

"Yeah," he replied. "We recorded it here one night."

Laura walked around the barn. Bob busied himself with some equipment. The place was so very quiet. It seemed that nobody would come to it, that afternoon. It had an isolated, very private feeling to it.

"I love this place!" she said. "How did you get it?"

Bob was busy behind an amplifier. "A friend," he managed to say.

She sat down on an old wooden barrel. She didn't care if her tight fitting jeans got dirty. They would look good on her no matter what condition they were in. She watched Bob as he worked. Her long, elegant hands rested on her legs just above her knees. She wore an authentic, navy 'pea' jacket. It always looked trim and well tailored. Beneath that a gray turtle neck sweater pressed against her young, eager body.

"Where's the rest of the band?" she asked eagerly. She really 'dug' the sounds of "Shallow Grave."

'They will be here soon," he replied.

About ten minutes later, Bob rose up from behind the amplifier and wiped his hands clean on a rag. "Whew! I'm glad that's done. This amplifier has been going out on us on stage. I finally figured out what was wrong with it. Simple thing! Someone had put the damn test tubes in wrong. Stupid bastard!"

Laura felt a slight twinge of fright. Bob was the sort of boy that could be really scary when he got mad. His natural sense of authority seemed to focus right in on whoever was around him when he did.

She tried to cool him out a bit. "So? You have it fixed now right?"

Bob laughed and walked over to her. She was grateful for his smile. He could be so kind.

"C'mon! I'll show you the loft." He took her by the hand to a ladder that stood right in the center of the garage.

"You go up first," he said.

His mouth fell open as he watched sweet Laura's round ass sway from side to side as she pulled herself up the ladder. He wanted to fuck that bitch raw. She was so sensual. It made his prick rock hard. He winced in pain as he rose up the ladder. His boner strained at the tight fabric of his jeans. It begged for release and sanctuary within the soft folds of sweet Laura's pussy. He felt powerful and virile. He would have this girl again and right now!

When Bob finally reached the top he looked at Laura. She was sitting on one of the large, multi-colored quilts that the band had stolen from one of the club owners they had worked for. that bastard refused to pay them. It was only right that they get something for their services!

Laura's knees were pressed together. She held her torso up by one arm and rested her head on her shoulder. She may have been a virgin only a few nights before but she could use her charm like a coy woman. Her blonde hair rested partially upon her soft shoulders. The rest of it dangled freely over her large breast.

It was warm and very private up there. They looked at each other. Bob moved closer to her and gently pushed her down upon the quilts. Her mouth opened as he pressed his lips against hers. Her entire being was hungry for him.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered coldly.

Laura was stunned with the harshness of his voice. Nevertheless, she complied immediately. Her little bush was beginning to churn for his prick. Bob knew what he wanted. There were so many 'nice' boys around. They were always asking if everything was 'alright' or if there was anything they 'could do.' But with Bob it was different. He never asked her anything like that. Those kinds of questions would always confuse her. She was always judging the boys she had gone out with. They seemed to encourage it too! She could never understand it. She had almost come to the conclusion that most boys were like that. But then she met Bob. Or rather he met her. He always knew what he wanted. It made things easier for her.

She opened her sweater and pulled it from her jeans. Then she stood up and pulled her skin tight jeans over her thighs and buttocks. When all she had on were he bra and panties Bob grabbed her face and kissed her mouth with a growing intensity.

"I love your fucking body! I love it!" he squeezed at her tits until she squealed out in pain. Then he dropped to his knees and grabbed her hot twat.

"Your cunt! I love it! But before I fuck you I want you to do something."

Without a word he stood up, unzipped his own jeans and stepped out of them. Laura's eyes lit up when she saw a huge, throbbing bulge in his tight, white briefs.

Bob pulled the stretch band at their top and lifted out his rock hard prick. He moved closer to Laura.

"Suck me off! Suck my prick!"

He grabbed a full clot of her hair and pulled her head towards his prick. She gasped with the sudden violence of his act. As she did so her mouth opened. Bob rammed his pole right in.

"Ughhhh!" Laura groaned as his thick, hot rod filled her mouth and throat. Bob then grabbed another clot of her hair and began to mouth fuck sweet, innocent Laura.

She tried to make him stop but it was no use. Every time she resisted him he would ram his prick further into her mouth. After a few seconds she gave up.

Every time Bob pulled her head onto his erect, ten inch boner, he would hump. This gave his efforts a greater efficiency. The warm, wet darkness of Laura's mouth would caress the base of his fierce rod while the stretching walls of her throat would give a warm, sensual massage to the tip and uppermost portion of it.

Out of desperation, Laura learned that she could get a breath of hair between Bob's cruel humps. Before he would plunge his prick into her mouth and throat for another time she gulped down all the air she could.

In less than a minute, she was enjoying it all. His prick was in her mouth. It was a secret wish of hers and she had regretted not being able to suck it on their first night together. She couldn't believe how big it was. The corners of her lips stretched to their breaking point with his every hump.

Bob began to relax. Laura was a fast learner, she began to suck at his prick with a fury that matched his humps. The loft became a darkened den where only the heavy breathing of Bob and the slurpings of Laura could be heard.

"Ohh! Eat it! suck it!" groaned Bob.

But dear Laura needed little encouragement now. She sucked his rod and blew on it like a child with a balloon. Her tongue flecked at his tiny slit at the tip as he withdrew after a throat filling thrust. She loved the hard, strong life that flowed through his joint. Her mouth was so sensitive to it. It was so masculine.

Her head began to bob up and down on his prick. She was on her knees before him with her head buried in his crotch. She began to feel her own crotch begin to churn. Her legs opened and she slid one of her hands down onto her furry cunt. As she sucked on Bob's prick she played with the quivering flesh of her pussy. When she could feel his cock grow harder and throb with greater and greater urgency she rammed four of her fingers into the gaping, humid hole of her twat. As she fingered herself wildly she sucked and blew on the busting prick lodged deeply in her mouth.

Bob began to hump faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum right in your cock sucking mouth, bitch! Get ready!" His passion had filled him with a mean, sexual anger that could only find fulfillment with the conquest of a woman. His balls swelled with their hot, sticky brew. His face tensed and the muscles of his buttocks flexed tightly.

Laura's whole body was moving. Her own fingered climax was about to explode in her and soak her probing fingers. She lumped her hand and pulled on her cunt bone with her free one. Droplets of saliva dribbled from the corners of her straining lips. Bob's cock slid in and "out of her oral opening with the ease of a well greased piston. His love muscle was flexed and ready.

Bob suddenly took a series of short breaths. His body shook wracked by its budding passion. His balls exploded and the hot cum within them began to flow through his throbbing prick.

"I'm coming!" he managed to groan.

His first blast roared into her. She breathed in and sucked the hot semen into her. It felt so hot, salty and strong. She slurped at his prick as his come shot from it in volley after relentless volley.

"Swallow it, bitch! Swallow my hot come! Suck every bit of it from my prick and swallow it!"

His come seemed to invade every part of her inner being. A blast of the sticky substance seemed to flow right to the heart of her pussy and ignite her own orgasm She fingered herself wildly as her whole body was warmed by the ecstatic pleasure of climax. She swooned from the joy emanating from her pussy. The cock in her mouth was responsible for it all and she was grateful. She swallowed harder and harder. Despite her feverish efforts to get every drop of his semen into her stomach, a small droplet of it hung from her chin. It glistened in the darkness of the elevated love nest.

Bob's body began to stoop. His thunderous orgasm had exhausted him. Yet, his come still flowed. Laura's hungry sucking made sure of it. As his prick began to lose its hardness she sucked harder. She wanted it to come to life right in her mouth. She wanted to suck him hard so he could stick his magnificent prick right up her cunt hole.

He lost his balance and fell onto her. As he did so, his now flaccid joint slipped from her mouth. But she hadn't finished with herself yet. As Bob lay next to her she continued to enjoy the spasmatic rushes of her own orgasm. She rolled from side to side as her eyes closed her mouth opened and her legs lifted from the floor. He could see his semen on her tongue as it dangled from her mouth. She was the horniest virgin he had ever fucked!

When she had finished, she snuggled up to him. Some of his scum smeared across her face and she wiped it from her with the back of her hand.

"Did you like that, Bob?" she asked eagerly.

His answer was without affection. "You sure did, bitch!"

She giggled and ran her hand across his hairy chest. "Oh, Bob! Can we make this go one forever. I mean, you and me?"

"My band isn't coming here today," he answered curtly. "I just wanted to take you to a groovy place, ya know?"

"Ummmmm," Laura moaned approvingly. "This place is really great."

"I know I'm the first guy you have ever been with, so I want to teach you a few things that you will really dig. Okay?"

Laura was in love. "Oh, yes. Anything. Anything you want."

"Good!" he answered. "Roll over onto your stomach."

As Laura did so, Bob pulled her panties off. Her sweet ass was creamy white and firm. He rubbed her buttocks lustfully. He then unsnapped her bra and pulled it out from beneath her. She was completely naked now, laying on her back in eager anticipation of whatever sexual act Bob had in mind.

Bob stood up and finished undressing. Laura's blowjob of only a few minutes earlier had been so spontaneous he hadn't had enough time to disrobe. He was naked now as he crawled to a dark corner of the loft.

With one hand, he lifted up the corner of a quilt and with the other he lifted from the floor a jar of vaseline. He then returned to the resting Laura.

He opened the jar and scooped a large portion of the thick lubrication onto his fingers.

"Open your legs, Laura." His voice was quite authoritative.

"Oh!" she squealed as the cold substance was rubbed around and in her anal opening.

"What are you doing?" she barked, as Bob's index finger forced its way into her tiny ass-hole.

"Shhhhh," Bob said reassuringly. "This is going to be terrific. Just you wait and see. Now sit up on your knees and rest your head on the blanket."

She obeyed without question. Anything for her lover. He was so kind and gave her such pleasure.

"Good!" he said with a growing excitement. "Now pull your ass cheeks apart." She did so.

His once flaccid prick was erect again. It pounded with a driving lust. Just to be sure, he watched his now red, throbbing ten inch prick with a lubricating portion of the clear, thick jell.

He moved closer to Laura's spread ass cheeks. He straddled her buttocks and positioned his huge prick at the entrance of her tiny anal flower. With one hand he clutched his weapon at her opening. He rested his other on the small of her luscious back. His face was suddenly seized with a macabre, cruel smile.

"Just keep them cheeks spread wide open, Laura honey." With this word, his body lurched and he slammed his hot, hungry prick into her ass-hole!

"Ahhhhh!" Laura screamed. 'Take it out! What is it! Ohhh God! The pain!" She began to cry out. "It hurtssss! Please! You're tearing my insides apart!"

Laura's body wilted. She felt as if someone had shoved a hot poker into her. She thought she was going to be split in two.

But Bob had just begun. The force of his first ass-fucking hump had driven his cruel rod only three inches into her tearing ass-hole. He wasn't going to be satisfied until the entire length of his boner was buried in her sweet, virgin rectum.

He humped her again and two more inches of his piercing rod disappeared into her anal opening.

"Take it out! Oh, please! Take it out!" She began to swing her closed fists at the body straddling her buttocks. But dear, sweet Bob had suddenly become a cruel, ruthless lover.

"That mouth fuck I just gave you wasn't shit, baby! I'll ass-fuck you raw! Ha, ha, ha!"

Laura continued to swing at him. Bob smacked her soundly on the back of the head.

"Don't resist me, bitch! I'm giving you a lesson in what it takes to be a good fucking bitch! Don't resist!" He smacked her head again. A loud smacking sound rang out from the darkened loft.

He humped her again. Two more inches of his prick moved into her. She had seven inches of thick, throbbing meat lodged deeply into her ass-hole now. The pain was agonizing. He humped her again. He felt something give inside of her. Three more inches slid into her as her anal muscles surrendered unconditionally to this strange, merciless invader.

Small capillaries burst deeply in her ass-hole. Bob felt a warm trickle of blood run over his cock. It provided added encouragement to his cruel act of sodomy.

He grabbed her quivering, flushed buttocks with his strong hands and worked his prick in and out of her ass-hole with an awesome speed and ferocity.

"Your ass-hole is good and tight! You got what it takes, bitch! I knew from the first second I laid eyes on your sweet ass that it would be great to stick a prick into! Ahhhh!"

His cruel act gave him sweet, dizzying pleasure. Laura's anal walls squeezed his prick in supplicant obedience. He had stretched them to their very limits with his cruel humps. His balls dangled close to her young bush and slapped against it with every thrust of his flesh dagger.

Each succeeding hump became easier until his prick moved in and almost completely out of her hole with a strange ease. Every time he rammed the full length of his throbbing rod into her rectum however, her buttocks would swell to an even greater fullness.

"Ughhhhh!" Laura moaned on the verge of unconsciousness. She began to pull at her beautiful, blonde hair. Her excruciating pain had reduced her to a mere ball of wasted flesh. Her ass-hole was merely a pleasure giving apparatus. Her eyes rolled in her head and thick globs of saliva dribbled forth from her open mouth. Her mouth twisted and contorted in pain and her red, flat tongue hung limply out of it like a dead fish. Her teacher was giving her a loathsome lesson.

Her body began to move back and forth on his pumping rod. Bob's arched body worked hard. Every muscle in his back, legs and neck was flexed tight as his love muscle swelled in the tight darkness of dear Laura's rectal hole. Her soft, supple flesh responded little to his plunging. Her torso moved from side to side as Bob rammed its bottom in repeated, relentless thrusts.

His balls filled with a fresh load of hot come. He felt it boiling. His throbbing cock would soon explode. This blasting volley of cum clots would tear through Laura's pathetic, yet perfect body like molten lead.

She lay there on her knees. The hands that had at first tried to fight off her cruel lover then had pulled fistfuls of beautiful hair from her own head dangled lifelessly on the floor. She was lost in a strange daze of pain. She felt both consumed and disgraced. The prick within her was evil. It took everything from her. She felt that a vital portion of her very being was being sapped from her young, beautiful body. She hated Bob and his fearsome prick. Yet, at the same instant she was overwhelmed by his strong sense of purpose and his cock's incredible hardness and size. She was defeated. She couldn't enjoy the cruel act of sodomy. The height of breath of her agony was too much for her. But somewhere deep in her tortured mind was the knowledge that in time, she would come to love his abuse, in fact, crave it like an addict craves drugs.

"Oh, no!" She cried out in her painful delirium. "Never!"

Bob couldn't hear her words. His heart was pounding wildly. His eyes were filled with the sound of his blood muscle. The beat it kept was in perfect rhythm with the throbbing of his cock. It was time.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Bob's short breaths and deep groans signaled his second climax.

Laura's flaccid body suddenly came to life. She seemed to be seized by some invisible demon. She shook wildly and sobbed bitterly. Bob's first bolt of searing come had tore deeply into her body.

"Ehhh!" she moaned like a mortally wounded animal. "Ughhhh."

Her body would suddenly tense up and then go limp. His ejaculation filled her body. with raw, sexual energy. She felt hot shocks of sensual electricity jolt every cell in her body.

Bob humped at her wildly as he came. Strangely enough his huge prick made deeper and more penetrating forays into her spent flesh. His come slit was open like the barrel of a gun. He shot off load after fiery load of his hot, come bullets. His hot, fucky victim writhed about as each come bullet found its mark.

"You slut! Your fucking ass-hole is wide open now! You'll be begging for this now, cunt!"

Dear Bob's anger was fueled by his driving, hungry passion. He wanted to destroy sweet Laura with his cock. He wanted her to be a docile little servant to his tyrannical manhood.

Bob Nelson had had more than his share of pussy for a seventeen year old. Yet, he had never come so much before in his life. Something about Laura drove his balls into a frenzy of come making. He wanted her body completely. He wanted to fuck her in his van, in his loft, in the bathroom at school, in unused classrooms, against the wall of the school building on dark nights, everywhere and anywhere.

His face contorted as his endless orgasm sent shivers of ecstatic pleasure through his young, lean body. His body weakened from the energy his prick demanded from every fibre of his body. He fell forward and closed his arms around her chest. She fell forward herself and he finished his cruel sodomy act with his full weight atop of her wasted frame. With his last hump, he clenched his teeth and squeezed her tits. They were so big and full that he felt he could get hard for a third time.

He rolled off of his victim. His prick was red from the blood of the tiny blood vessels it had broken. He looked over towards Laura. She had pulled her body into a tight ball and issued weak agonized moans. He watched her as her long, thin fingers gingerly rubbed her now, large ass-hole. He saw the tips of her fingers dab at the small droplets of blood dripping from his point of entry. Dear sweet Bob smiled wickedly. He had ass-fucked lovely Laura righteously!

He lay back on the thick, comfortable quilts that lined the floor of the loft. The ceiling was quite close to him but all he could see above him was darkness. It was very quiet. His spent youthful passion had subsided like an ebbing tide. His floodwaters filled the insides of the cringing, moaning girl next to him. He felt terrific. He was a man. Laura was so foxy. And he, Bob Nelson, had fucked her straight in the mouth and in the ass all in the course of three days!

But there was more he could "teach her" he thought. Her tits were so big!

In a sudden flurry of movement, he slid around moaning Laura and gazed upon her beautiful, large breasts. A deep cleavage had been formed between them as her cringing body pulled together in a feeble attempt to better suffer the inhuman pain he had inflicted upon her. Her beautiful, yet twisted face, was hidden by her disheveled hair and her lotus like position. He put his hand beneath her chin and lifted her face from the rubble of his cruel act.

"Hey! That wasn't so bad! You'll learn to like it! I'll promise you that."

She looked at him with pleading, sad, tear filled eyes. Her mouth fell open and she said feebly, "Why did you hurt me? I love you, Bob. Why did you hurt me so much?" Her sobs prevented her from any further words.

He didn't answer her. Instead, he cradled her twisted body in his arms and rocked her back and forth like she was a baby. She sniffled and responded in kind. Bob was a cruel lover indeed. He had managed to manipulate, innocent Laura into accepting his cruelty with only sobbing pleas. The thought of outrage or bitter hatred never entered her mind or heart. She accepted Bob and everything he did to her. It was her place.

"I have one more thing to teach you today, honey. You may not like this either but in time...." There was no need to finish. She knew that he was about to give her further abuse that she would come to love at some distant date.

He rolled her onto her back. "Close your eyes and open your mouth, Laura. This will be so groovy!" What he failed to say was for who it would be "so groovy."

Quickly and quietly Bob straddled her face.

Silently he lowered his crotch down upon her mouth. As his furry assole touched her lips he firmly grabbed her tits. She struggled and issued muffled sounds of pathetic protest when she realized what he was doing to her this time. But after a few, painfully strong squeezes of her large, erect breasts she gave up. She was then vanquished, again.

"Stick your tongue up my ass-hole, bitch! Ream me out!" Bob had resumed his role of the cruel ransacker of Laura's femininity.

Laura felt his hot, crusty rectum pressing upon her open mouth. Her lips covered it but her tongue recoiled from performing its demanded explorations.

Bob grew impatient. He squeezed her tits until the lovely mounds of young flesh were twisted and swollen. "I said to 'ream out my ass-hole,' you stupid bitch!"

The pain in her breasts was too much. Cautiously, her tongue moved out of its oral protectorate and into her lover's rectum. Her initial flecks were weak and hesitant. But as Bob screamed above her and pressed his rectum into her face, her tongue became bolder and bolder.

In minutes, her tongue licked at the inner rim of his hole, lapped at the dark, fleshy recesses of his rectum and sent shivers of intense pleasure throughout Bob's body.

"Ummmmm!" he moaned as he humped his anus into her mouth. "That's a good bitch! Lap it, lap my hole! stick your tongue as far as you can up my hole. Suck the crust from its lining, whore!"

And suck she did. His ass-hole was so masculine and hairy. His anal opening was wet and humid. She sucked, lapped and slurped at it like a thirsty dog. It was wet and juicy. It was Bob's. Her flecking tongue moved in and out of his anus like a slithery snake. Its venom of saliva thrilled Bob.

"That's it, bitch! Ream me out!"

His prick was fully erect now and he began to whack himself off as she ate out his ass-hole. As the now familiar warm, churning ignited in her crotch, she couldn't understand why she had been so reluctant to eat out Bob's ass-hole. Her lingers were soon lodged in her own twat once more and she fingered herself feverishly as her tongue went further into Bob's ass-hole providing him the most intense sexual pleasure he had ever experienced.

He felt his third orgasm rising up from deep in his crotch. His hand closed tightly around his prick as he whacked at his own prick.

His selfish plan of lust began to unfold. Laura's gorgeous tits shook on her lovely chest. He would put them to good use. Slowly, he lowered his prick between them. He then pressed her two suckable breasts against his rock hard boner and began to roll her flesh along its throbbing sides.

"I'll tit fuck you now bitch! Just keep reaming me out!"

He whacked himself off with her tits as she fingered herself and he neared climax. She pulled on her cunt bone with one hand and buried four fingers of her other in her gaping hole with the other. The only part of it that was visibly were her knuckles.

"I'm gonna come all over you now sweet whore! Your chest and stomach will be covered with my scum! You'll love it!"

His body lurched forward and it seemed wracked by some strange, sensual fever. His orgasm had arrived.

"Ahhh! Feel it on your body," he yelled.

His red boner began to shoot forth his climactic fluid. It squirted silently along her lower chest and covered her stomach. A small pool of his semen formed in her navel. Her body heaved below him. His flowing come had triggered her own self induced orgasm. She writhed about as her body was brought to new heights of inner ecstasy. As her orgastic juices flowed from her humid hole she humped wildly and sucked at Bob's ass-hole until he winced in pain.

His third climax of the torrid afternoon seemed the strongest. His cock spurted hot, white semen like a new oil well. But his "gold" was white not black.

As Laura's showering pussy juices sprayed from her bush, she removed her hand and rubbed Bob's hot come across her stomach and tits. Her young, naked flesh glistened from the hot, sticky substance. Laura loved it. She had had it in her cunt, mouth, throat and stomach, and rectum. She felt complete as she gingerly rubbed the hot pleasure giving juice around and across her sweet creamy flesh.

Her hand moved up to his come slit and cupped beneath it. His cock spurted forth a fresh clot of the living substance and it fell right into her eager hand. The hand immediately carried the precious fluid to her wet, grinding twat and slapped it against it. Bob watched as his semen dribbled from the pink folds of her gaping, breathing cunt hole.

"You've learned to love scum pretty quick bitch! Ram that stuff right up there!"

And ram she did. Her lithe hand returned to his cock where it received another hot clot of come. It immediately returned to her hole where she gently rubbed it into her hungry hole.

"Ummmmmmm," she moaned in pleasure beneath him. Her tongue reamed and flecked at his ass-hole with renewed intensity.

When he had shot his last volley of come, he slid off of her and lay down next to her. He watched as she held her legs off the floor and kicked at some imaginary demon as she worked Bob's hot love potion deeper and deeper into herself.

When she had finished, she lifted her body partially from the quilt bed and stared at her lover. Her eyes were filled with fear, hunger and guilt. She had gotten carried away with herself for sure. But Bob was the boy she loved. It was okay to do anything with him. He would love her for it no matter how it seemed. He would respect her despite her own driving lust.

She wiped her mouth and started to speak. "I...." She was unable to finish her words. While she was collecting herself from her first private orgy, Bob had reached behind and lifted a strange apparatus from under the quilt. He threw it carelessly at her as he rose to his feet.

"Here, you horny bitch! You've come a long way from the sweet little virgin you were last Saturday night! You'll probably need this when there's no cock around to fuck you over."

Laura looked down at the thing he had thrown to her. It was a long, thick piece of rubber approximately ten inches long.

She looked up at him quizzically. She didn't understand.

"You stupid bitch!" he yelled, "it's a dildo! Ram it up your hole when you are horny! It's guaranteed to get you off. Ha, ha!"