Chapter 3
"I don't know why fate has presented me with this problem."
"What are you talking about?" she looked at the dark-haired young man with keen interest.
"It had to be fate," he sighed. "I've been so clever in being able to keep women away from me.
"Why would you want to keep women away from you?"
"Because they are trouble for me," he explained. "They keep me away from my work. They drive me crazy. It's just like what you are doing to me now."
"I'm not doing anything to you."
"Oh, no? Then why am I so excited? I should have been writing hours ago. Instead, I'm sitting here with a fifteen-year-old girl, getting stoned, and not knowing what the fuck is going on."
"Oh, I see what you mean. But I'm not stopping you from working. You could go and work right now if you want."
"You know I can't. Some forces are playing games with my head." .
"Are you a crazy man?"
"No, I am not a crazy man! I think you are a crazy girl. And I wished I had never met you."
"But maybe what you say is true. Maybe we were meant to meet. I think it's exciting to think so."
"Jung called it synchronicity," he said.
"Who is that?"
"He was a German psychoanalyst," Mark explained. "He had this theory that there is a reason for everything that happens in our lives. That there is no such thing as accident."
"That sounds sort of mystical to me."
"It is in a way."
"Are you feeling better now?" she asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm so confused. I have feelings for you, Tammy."
"It is sort of strange to be sitting her naked on the bed with you," she smiled. "We are stoned, and your cock is still stiff as a board, and you are talking philosophy to me."
"What should we talk about?"
"About us."
"I thought that's exactly what we were doing."
"I mean about our future."
"Oh, and so now we even have a future together," he laughed. "I don't know if things are ever going to be the same for me now. You have me so confused."
"You keep blaming me. I just don't understand that."
"Listen, sweetheart," he was growing impatient again. "Let's get one thing straight. You are a woman, and I am a man. You may be fifteen years old, but you are rather well developed for your age."
"I thought they were kind of small, actually," she touched her breasts.
"I don't mean your tits, God dammit!"
"Do you have to lose your temper again. It's so undignified."
"I think you know exactly what's going on," he said. "I think you want something from me. And I'm not sure exactly what it is. So just lay your cards on the table."
"I thought it was you who wanted something from me."
"Okay, let's approach it from that angle. I would like to make love with you. I know you are only fifteen, and it's against the law. So, why don't we make a deal?"
"That makes me like a prostitute, doesn't it?"
"Well, in a way, I suppose," he admitted. "But married women are prostitutes in a way then also. Aren't they? The marriage contract just sets the ground rules."
"So, then, what you are saying, if I understand you properly," she was looking at his cock, "is that if I agree to become your lover, you will give me something in return."
"Precisely, now we seem to be understanding each other."
"Now, what would I want?"
"How about free room and board?"
"You mean I could stay here, and you'll buy me clothes, and feed me, and give me say $100 a week?"
. "You think very fast for such a naive young lady."
'I catch on fast, that's all."
"I don't think I could quite afford those terms," he said. "I was thinking more along the lines of free room and board, and I will try to get you a good job on Seventh Avenue."
"What's on Seventh Avenue."
"That's the fashion capital of the world, my dear. We can lie about your age, and perhaps get you a sales job. I think you are certainly clever enough. You definitely are getting out of me exactly what you want."
"I think you are projecting."
"And you are a lot more intelligent than you let on as well. Something about you scares the hell out of me but I have to have you."
"Judging by how long your cock has remained hard, I would say you want me pretty badly. I'll tell you what. I will except your terms if you put it in writing."
"You are a clever little wench. But I should point out to you, because you are not eighteen, a written contract isn't legally binding."
"Well, it's not exactly going to be a contract," she smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of a statement."
"A statement?"
"Yes, go to your typewriter and write the following: I, Mark Browning, thirty years of age, have initiated a sexual relationship with Tammy Korning, age fifteen."
"Jesus Christ," he protested. "You could ruin me with that."
"Only if you make me if you don't live up to the bargain." She placed her hand on his cock, and stroked it. "I'm worth it," she smiled. "And I promise when I am eighteen, I will destroy the note."
"When you are eighteen," he correctly observed, "it won't be a problem. I can't be prosecuted for what happened before you became of age. Shit you really have me over a barrel."
"Oh, don't be such a baby," she continued stroking his cock. "I'll be worth it."
"Show me. Suck my cock."
"First type the note."
"Shit!" he screamed, and getting off the bed, moved over to his typewriter. He typed the note, and handed it to the very clever fifteen-year-old girl.
"Okay, sign it, and date it."
"Fuck!"
After he had done as he was told, the girl disappeared from the room for several minutes. "Where did you go?" he asked. "I hid the note."
"Do you think I could find it?"
"I'll tell you what," she smiled. "If you can find the note, you can tear it up and the contract will be broken."
"I don't want to break it. I haven't even touched you yet."
"But you want to, don't you?"
"Listen, sugar," he said, "no more talk. Let's make love."
"What do you want from me?"
"I would like you very much to sit on me like you were before let's pretend that we haven't had this delay."
The lovely, naked young woman sat on the writer's thighs, and began stroking his cock.
"Put the lotion on," he requested.
"Yes, we might as well make it slippery."
"Slippery like you," he smiled, "accepting that he had just been had by a very clever young girl. But he was so horny, so filled with the heat of desire for her young flesh, that he didn't mind. For the time being. The pact was complete.
"Oh, that does feel nice," he moaned while the young girl stroked his firm, hot stick.
She had a devilish smile on her face, and her eyes twinkled with mischievous delight while she stroked him harder and faster.
"Oh, yea," he moaned, "that feels so very nice."
He reached up to her chest, and began caressing her little tits. Her pink nipples rapidly became erect, and she cooed with pleasure. Now she was offering him all the youthful lust she had hidden so well.
Sliding down off his thighs, the pretty young blonde kissed the tip of his dick, and the horny young man nearly had a spontaneous orgasm.
Her pink young tongue glided gently over the crown of his manhood, and as she took the entire head of his stick in her mouth, she placed her fingers around his nuts and began caressing him.
The heat surged in his loins immediately: He thrust his pelvis forward, and cooed with ecstasy as the length of his penis slid deeply into her hot mouth. She began sucking him with inspiration. Squeezing his balls lovingly, she took his entire nine inches in her mouth nearly gagging on it and gave him the best blow job he had ever had.
His hands moved lightly through her golden hair. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have the beautiful young girl sucking him off. He looked down at her face, watching the fat cock move slowly in and out of her mouth. He took delight in seeing her mouth stretch to take him in.
Faster and faster she sucked. He directed his toes against her pussy, and felt her sticky lubricating juice seep from her hole. He began gently frigging her by rubbing his toes against her clitoris, and as the little tease became increasingly stimulated, she sucked him faster, and harder.
He could feel a load of jism begin to build. He was pumping fast in and out of her mouth. His throat was dry with anxiety, and excitement pounded in him.
"Oh, honey," he moaned, "swallow my juice. I'm almost there. Oh, yea."
He pumped faster and faster, and suddenly released his load of jism into her mouth. He writhed wildly on the bed. All afternoon had been a torment for him. And now he took delight in the pleasure at hand.
He watched her gulp his juice as he drove his cock in and out of her mouth. Droplets of jism dripped out the sides of her mouth as he moved his cock in and out.
Faster, and faster he moved his spitting, cock in her mouth. It was a glorious feeling, and he reveled in it.
The young girl obviously enjoyed the sensation immensely. She squeezed his balls lovingly as her mouth moved back and forth over the stiff penis.
When she had finished swallowing his spent jism, and Mark and ceased his writhing and moaning, he slid his meat from her mouth, and reaching for her head, brought her lips to h is.
"That was wonderful," he sighed, kissing her, taking delight in her youthful beauty and sexuality.
"I'm glad you liked it," she smiled. "I really wanted to do it all along. I just had to make sure that I wasn't going to get the shitty end of the stick."
"You are very clever," he smiled, hiding his anger, which was now surfacing following his ejaculation. "How about if I have a little taste of your sweet pussy?"
"Fine with me," she rolled over on her back, and spread her legs wide. The young man climbed between the firm thighs, kissing the blonde down-covered inner thighs, and taking delight in the hot fragrance of her fifteen-year-old pussy as his mouth drew closer and closer to the fountain of pleasure.
"Oh, my sweet young girl, how I have longed to do this all day." '
"Don't talk about it," she giggled, "just do it. I've been waiting patiently, too."
"Oh, you are a little devil," he snorted, as his lips pressed against her warm gash.
His tongue searched around inside the opening of her sex, sliding over the dewy sides, and swallowing her hot lubrication. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed her pussy up firmly against his mouth.
He was sucking her like a man possessed. And he was that. Placing his hands beneath her lovely ass globes, he pressed his tongue firmly against her magic button.
His hands moved to her tiny breasts, which he squeezed mith mad passion, while his tongue flicked, and wagged, and probed, and searched.
"You suck so nicely," she moaned. "You are going to give me such a nice orgasm, I can tell."
He didn't bother answering. He simply continued to suck. And their passion mounted swiftly. The bed was rocking with their passionate movements. Faster, and faster he sucked. And her fingers dug into his scalp. Her finger nails dug at the flesh beneath his curly brown hair. But he was oblivious to pain. He was intent on making her come. Driving her wild with passion controlling her.
Faster and faster he sucked, and she writhed, and bucked and then she came.
"Oh, yea," she groaned, "you sweet little pussy sucker. I love it, I love you. . . "
He sucked harder and faster. And as she bucked and kicked and moved swiftly up the ladder to orgasmic oblivion, it was clear that a beautiful sexual liaison had been formed albeit at a heavy price.
"Enough, enough," the girl called out.
"You're hurting me."
"Sorry," the randy young man moved his juice-covered mouth away from her steamy slit, "I guess I was getting carried away with myself."
"I wish you wouldn't use your teeth on me like that anymore."
"Okay," he smiled. "But you have me worked up so much."
"I understand," she sat up, but I think a little rest would do us good."
"A rest hell!" he shouted. "I've been wanting to fuck you all day. Nothing is going to stop me now."
"Let me rest," she said. "Are you kidding?"
"No, that was a lot for me. Don't forget, I'm just a little kid."
"A little kid my ass. Now, get down, and spread your legs. I've had about enough of your cock-teasing."
"No!" she giggled, still persisting in her sadistic teasing, and shjumped off the bed, and ran out of the room.
"Not so fast," he ran after her. "This isn't funny, you bitch. You've pushed me past my limit. I won't stand for anymore of this." , She was fast, but not fast enough. He caught up with her in the living room. He tackled her, and threw her to the ground. The way she was kicking and biting, it wasn't clear whether she was serious or not.
It didn't matter, however. Mark was intent on taking his pleasure in her pussy, and he wasn't about to let anything get in his way.
The wrestling excited him. He fought with, her for several minutes, and despite the struggle she offered, the stronger male managed to pin her to the floor and move between her lush thighs.
"Oh, please don't rape me like this," she tormented him.
"Don't pull this crap on me, girl."
"No, let me be ready for you. I want it to be beautiful. Really."
But he wasn't buying it. The struggle had excited him, and as he held her wrists to the carpeted floor, he used all his pelvic force to move in between her thighs. His cock pressed against the moistened opening, and he sank slowly into the tight opening.
"Well, it's obvious you haven't been fucked too often," he grimaced, as he had to shove his way inside.
"Please be gentle," she moaned. "This is all so new to me."
He wasn't sure whether or not he should believe her. Tammy had been lying to him all day. And he felt that she had made quite a fool of him as well. But she was extremely tight. And though there was plenty of lubrication, it was a bit of a squeeze.
"Oh, this excites me so," he moaned, pressing deeper and deeper into the tiny pussy. She struggled against him, but he sank in deeper and deeper despite her efforts to pull away.
Very slowly, she began to grow used to the sensation. Her whimperings were transformed into moans of pleasure. And then her legs were spread wider and wider, and he managed to sink all nine inches of his manhood inside of her.
"Oh, Mark," she swooned, "it is nice. Yes, I like it."
"I'm so glad," he sighed, "it's nice. It feels wonderful to be inside you."
Mark pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her passionately as his cock moved slowly in and out of the tight young pussy. She matched his movements with slow, sensual gyrations of her pelvis. They were locked in a hot embrace of pure pleasure, and were both moaning in the grip of extremely hot pleasure.
The young-woman reached her hand down to her clitoris, which she began stroking slowly, working on bringing herself to the doorstep of orgasm. His meat turned and pushed back and forth, and the movements of her finger tips against her clitoris matched his in and out movements.
"Oh, it's so good," she swooned. "Are you going to come soon?"
"Not in your pussy," he smiled, moving his cock slowly back and forth in her tight box.
"What do you mean?" she suddenly pulled her fingers away from her pussy. A look of fear was painted across her face.
"You'll find out soon enough."
"If you are thinking about doing what I think you are thinking about doing, the answer is no."
"You don't have a choice."
"You want to put it in my ass-hole don't you?"
"You're very clever."
"That's a sin. It even says so in the Bible."
"Don't quote the Bible to me, you scheming little bitch. So, you want to be my house guest? Well, you're going to pay for it."
"Don't forget our bargain," she smiled. "I could always turn you into the police for rape."
"You could."
"You make it sound as though I won't."
"I'm just not so sure I care."
"Of course you care," she laughed. "And I mean it. I'm not going to stand for doing anything I don't want to do."
Mark suddenly pulled his cock from her pussy.
"Why did you do that?" she protested, sitting up.
"I told you I didn't want to come in your pussy."
"Because you are afraid I'll get pregnant?"
"That wasn't what I was thinking about, to tell you the truth," he said. "But it is a good reason."
"I guess I should get some birth control pUls."
"I'll send you to the doctor tomorrow."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to suck you off again."
"You know what I want to do."
"Yes, I know, and the answer is no."
"Why are you so adamant?"
"Because my father tried it once, and it hurt terribly. I swore I would never go through that again.
"Of course," she went on, "I didn't let him do it."
"How did you stop him?"
"I hit him over the head with a whisky bottle."
"That was sweet of you."
"He was trying to fuck me in the asst And I told him not to. He was drunk. He's a monster when he gets drunk."
"But I want to so much."
"You only want to because I don't want you to. I know how you think, Mark. You like being able to get away with things. like you like the idea of making love with a fifteen-year-old girl."
"Of course I do," he admitted. "And I bet there's no man who wouldn't like to do that."
"Maybe so."
"Let's make a deal."
"What sort of deal?" she asked.
"What can I give you that would allow me to take my pleasure in your ass?"
"What do you think I am, a whore?"
"All women are whores," he announced. "And we've been making deals all day long."
"But this is different," she said. "I've enjoyed all the things we've done together today except you were a little rough fucking me."
"I promise to be very gentle. I have a special technique."
"I think you are just lying. There are no special techniques. You just want to shove that big fat cock of yours up my pretty little anus. And that's more pain than I can deal with."
"Do you like cocaine?"
"Yea, a whole lot!"
"I'll get us a gram of coke if you let me."
"Really!"
"Yea, I won't lie. You'll find that out about me."
"Well, I just don't know. That's a lot of pain to go through. But cocaine is sort of nice. Oh, well, if you promise."
"I do, I do,"
"Do you have any vaseline."
"Yes."
"Okay, go get it. Better yet, bring it into the bedroom. You sure do drive a hard bargain."
"J think you are getting the better deal," he said. "Cocaine in New York City costs $125 a gram." '
"Yea, well you don't have to take that giant sausage up your ass. I am a very little girl and you are a very big man."
"I told you I'll be gentle."
The young girl went into the bedroom while Mark got the vaseline out of the bathroom.
His cock was pounding with desire as he entered the bedroom, to find the young girl lying on her stomach on the bed.
"I don't know about this," she said. "I'm not sure if I should go through with this."
"I thought you like cocaine?"
"I do," she pouted, tears forming in her eyes, "but I'm not sure if I like it nine inches in the ass worth."
"Don't be a baby. We are going to have to get used to each other. Don't you have any kinky things you're into?"
"Of course, but no pain," she answered.
"How about the psychic pain you laid on me today?"
"The what?"
"Ail that lying and teasing. You wrapped me around your little finger, and made a total fool out of me. I feel like Dr. Faust signing a pact with the devil."
"Well, it's not like that. I was just trying to protect myself. Here I am in the big city, all by myself. And it's pretty scary."
"Well, sugar," he sat on the side of the bed, and stared hungrily at her firm little ass globes, "I have to protect my interests, too. If I am going to be wrapped around some fifteen-year-old's finger, I want to at least feel like I'm getting something out of it."
"Wasn't it nice the way I sucked you. And I let you fuck me, and suck me."
"Big deal."
"Okay, but promise to be gentle?"
"Yes," he smiled, thrilled with lust. He opened the jar of vaseline and covered his cock with it. He used an extra-large helping, making certain that the girl would not be excessively disturbed in her ass.
She turned her face to him and watched.
"You r cock looks like a greased pole."
"That's the general idea, honey," he smiled. "I want it to slide right in."
"Maybe it would be better if you put some vaseline on my anus."
"Okay, sugar," he smiled, pressing two fingers deeply into a jar of vaseline he kept handy for just such an emergency.
Pressing the thick, clear goo against her little pink anus, she wriggled with fear mixed with pleasure.
"Oh, you will be gentle, won't you?"
"I'll do my best."
"Could we smoke a joint first?"
"Why?"
"Oh, I just think it would help me relax."
"Always it's delays with you."
"I really don't mean to be a tease," she said. "Before I had to. I'm just a little girl. I have to look out for myself. But I want to please you. You've been good to me so far. I think you understand me. Please try to remember, I am only fifteen, and all of this is so new to me."
"Yes, I understand," he smiled. "I'll roll a joint. But don't you go anywhere. No more of your tricks."
"No more tricks," she smiled. "I promise."
Mark rolled a joint, his greased cock still pounding with hot desire for penetration into the deep, dank depths of the young girl's anus.
Lighting the joint, he sat back on the bed and shared it with the tense young woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her ass.
"Are you sure there is no way I can get out of this?"
"You mean the sodomy?"
"Sodomy?"
"Sodomy, buggery, ass-fucking it's all the same. What it means is me shoving my big, fat cock up your sweet little young ass."
"Do you have to make it seem so perverted?"