Chapter 4

"Oh, my God please don't do this to me," the young girl wailed with pain as Mark pressed the head of his well-lubricated cock into her extremely tight, and obviously virginal anus.

"I'm really not trying to hurt you, darling," he said, pulling his cock back out. "There must be some way we can approach this so it doesn't hurt you so much."

"God, I hope so," she pouted. "I don't know if I can go through with this. Why is is so important, anyway?"

"Because it's there."

"like a mountain that has to be conquered?"

"That's a good way of putting it," he said. "But it's you who have to be conquered."

"I really don't understand men and their sexual trips," she sniffed. "I like sex don't get me wrong. I like sucking your cock, and feeling you inside of me. But it's so obvious that your cock is just much too big to go into my little ass-hole."

"It would be nice if I didn't have to force it," he said. "But I'll be dammed if I'm not going to be inside the sweet young ass of yours."

"I guess I just have to accept it. Do you promise I'll get used to it?"

"I promise. In fact, I'm sure you will be the one who begs for it."

"I can hardly believe that. But can I just ask you one more question about it, before we try again?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"Do you want it to hurt me? Are you trying to punish me?"

"No, it's not like that at all. I wish it didn't hurt at all. What I would like, is to have it all work smoothly. I would just like to be able to grip you around the waist, and press myself inside of you. That would please me."

"Okay, I guess I might as well try to get this thing over with," she said.

"Yes, let's do that."

She was on her belly again, with her legs spread wide. Mark's erection was still at full staff. He was enormously excited by this young girl. He simply couldn't get enough of her.

Placing his hands on her ass globes, he pulled her slightly apart, and stared hungrily at the pink opening. The tiny, puckered little entry seemed to yearn for him. But yet, it was gripped tightly. He pressed his finger against it, and it opened and closed like a sea urchin. He pressed in deeper, and it clamped him firmly. It was warm, and smooth inside.

His cock was pounding with desire now. But he wanted to stretch her still.

"Does that hurt?"

"No," she said. "I only wish your cock was as small as your finger."

"Really?"

"No, I guess not," she sighed deeply, wondering how in the world she would be able to fit his nine inch monster into her little girl's behind.

He pressed two fingers now into the opening, and then three. "How about now?"

"It hurts a little," she sighed, "but I think I'm much more relaxed."

"I have an idea," he said.

"What's that?"

"Pull your knees up under you a little," he helped her raise her ass up off the bed. "There, now your sweet little pussy is exposed."

Mark Browning began rubbing the young girl's succulent slash, pressing against her clitoris, and frigging her until she began to pant with excitement.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "that feels so wonderful."

"Now you do that," he said. "It will make all of this feel so nice."

The young blonde reached between her thighs, and began toying with her sex. She took hold of her glistening clitoris, and rubbed it gently, while the writer moved in behind, for the kill.

He could feel the heat radiating from her hot groin, as his cock took aim and came up against her little rosebud. Moving his hands up to her small breasts, he began caressing them, toying with her nipples, and his cock slowly slid inside the hot tunnel of love.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned. "You feel so good. Deeper, honey. Oh, yea."

He couldn't believe how easily it was all happening now. While she frigged herself onto the heights of pleasure, and he squeezed her little girl tits, his cock sank half way in. He looked down at the puckered opening, and felt a rush of excitement. He could feel the heat mounting inside. He felt a shudder of glorious, and victorious pleasure move along his spine.

He pressed all the way in, and groaned with sublime delight. "Oh, Tammy, that feels so good and hot."

"I like it, too," she groaned. "Just be gentle. I'm so sensitive back there."

"Oh, I will," he groaned, and pressed himself all the way he could, before pulling out to the tip of his cock, and then repeated the movement. She groaned with hot delight as the large penis filled her, and then emptied her. Her lingers danced merrily upon her throbbing clitoris, and her nipples were erect as little statuettes.

It was a thrilling experience for both. Mark's great pleasure derived from the joy of conquering the willful little girl. All day she had been teasing, and taunting, and inside he was thrilled to dominate, to force his cock into places where it was not supposed to go.

As the little brat became more and more excited, he began fucking her faster, and with more gusto.

"Oh, oh, oh," she mumbled in unison with his downward strokes. "I think I'm going to come soon."

He was still some distance from his discharge, and he was pleased that it would go on for some time. He was enjoying himself immensely. In and out, in and out, it was a thrilling rhythm his cock danced to.

As the young girl approached the precipice of orgasmic oblivion, she began wriggling around on the cock like a fish on a line. The sensation of the wriggling little golden girl on his pulsating stick filled him with additional pleasure. He could feel his balls tingling with excitement, churning hot come begging to spit far into her rectum.

"Oh, Mark," she groaned, "I'm coming, you make me feel so good."

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled, as he drove his cock in and out of her with increasing fervor.

As the young girl orgasmed, she relaxed, and collapsed to the bed on her belly.

She looked delightful, lying there on her belly. With long, delightful strokes, Mark continued to plunge in and out of the tight orifice.

The young woman was thrilled beyond description. She continued moaning as the stiff rod moved faster and faster. He was fucking her now as if he was in her pussy. He was rough, and his strokes were wild. Her anus was stretched completely, and she continued to moan with delight and hump against the hard invading stick.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, "I never dreamed it could feel so good."

"I knew you would like it when you got used to it," he sighed, continuing to plunge his mighty dick in and out, and press along the sides of the narrow tunnel.

"Tell me when you are going to come, honey. I want to make it especially nice for you."

"I'm almost there," he said. "Oh, yea, I'm going to come. Oh, get ready."

"I'm ready," she sighed.

And then the young man began convulsing with delight, ramming his stick in and out of her, spitting hot semen into her rectum.

She thrust her ass up against the invading rod, and used her sphincter muscles to grip him, to squeeze the jism out of him.

"Oh, you little fuck artist," he groaned, "you do that so well."

"Thanks, you are a good teacher."

They continued to grind and groan for several more moments, as she milked his cock in her ass. And then, when they were finally depleted, he withdrew his meat, and fell beside her on the bed.

"That was one hell of a nice ass fuck."

"And I enjoyed it," she sat up, cooing with delight. "I can't believe how good it felt. All I had to do was relax."

"Yea, I guess it's like doing anything for the first time."

"Next time I'll be much better," she promised.

"I know you will."

And then they fell into a deep sleep. Mark hadn't slept so well in weeks. Suddenly the novel didn't seem so important, nor the fact that he was totally alone in the world. Nothing seemed to matter but the knowledge that the lovely fifteen-year-old girl was by his side.

Tammy's dreams were also sweet. But even in the dream, she felt that she would have to be careful with Mark. Even at fifteen, she realized that dealing with men was a fine art. She would have to keep him in his place, if she wanted to gain the independence, and sense of security which meant so very much to her.

She was the first to wake. It was early evening. She sat in the bed and observed Mark. He seemed to be very deeply within his world sleeping like a baby. She studied his face. His long brown eye lashes curled up, almost like a woman's, and his face was so very full of character.

Tammy found herself falling in love with the young man. She thought about what it would be like to be with him always as a life partner. But she sensed that she could never let him know how she felt about him; at least, not at this stage of the game.

Placing some lotion in her hands, she began rubbing his back. She liked the feel of his muscles against her fingers. She liked the smell of his perspiration, and the way he smiled as he began to waken.

"Oh, yea," he moaned, "that feels so nice. What a pleasure to wake up to some one caressing me."

"Aren't you a lucky boy?"

"And are you a lucky girl?"

"Yes," she smiled, "I think we're both very lucky."

"Hey, I feel hungry," he said.

"Me, too," she agreed, "but I need a shower. I feel all sticky."

"But first, let's kiss."

"Oh, you are so romantic."

"You won't take advantage of that, will you?"

"Who, me?" she giggled, willfully.

Turning her over on her back, the writer pressed his lips passionately to hers, probing her mouth with his tongue, and running his fingers over her precious little breasts.

"You feel so very wonderful," she murmured, as he moved his lips down along her neck.

"But you're going to get me all hot and bothered again," she smiled. "Let's go take a shower."

Mark felt slightly embarrassed as he followed the young girl into the bathroom. His cock was fully erect again.

"What are you, some kind of pervert?"

"No, really I'm not," he said. "It's just that I like you terribly, and think you are a very sexy young woman."

"Thanks for the compliment," she smiled. There was something so very grown-up about the fifteen-year-old. Though she was built like a child, or perhaps a little boy, he thought of her as a woman, possessing all the magic, and mystique of a highly evolved woman.

Mark had to keep himself under control to fight against a natural desire to humble himself before the little angel. So much, he would have liked to act out his fantasies, to place her on a pedestal, and bow to her majestic beauty.

But he kept all those thoughts inside. He leaned against the tiled wall, and watched the precious young blonde open the shower door, and adjust the water so it ran quite hot.

"I like it hot," she smiled.

"I know," he winked.

"And you have a big fat erection again, don't you?"

"Well, that is rather obvious," he smiled. "It's difficult to hide my feelings."

"We'll have to do something about that," she giggled, as she stepped into the shower.

Mark followed her, enjoying the warmth of the hot water cascading down over his shoulders and back.

"I'll wash you, and then you wash me," she smiled.

"You have a deal."

Taking the sponge off the shower shelf, Mark lathered the porous material, and starting with her chest, lathered her titties, her arm pits, her belly, and then he concentrated on her pussy.

"You sure are washing me well down there," she observed.

"I just want to make you sparkling clean."

"I'll bet, you little pervert."

"Well, at least we understand each other."

With his penis still fully erect, Mark crouched down in the shower, and did her legs, and her cute little feet. Then, turning her about, he concentrated on her back, and her ass cheeks. Tossing the sponge aside, the handsome young man used his hand to wash the crack of her ass. He thrilled to the sensation of running his hand along the dank furrow, and down under her vagina.

She was warm, and sensuously moist.

His finger probed her sex, and she cooed with delight.

"Don't get me too horny yet."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to wait."

"Okay, " he said, "I'll take my time."

He watched the young blonde splash and play in the hot water, holding her arms up over her head to rinse the suds from her pits, and then using her hands to focus the direction of the water, she rinsed out her pussy, and anus.

"I feel really clean and good now."

"Good, then it's my turn."

With his reddened cock still erect, and pounding with excitement, the young man sighed with pleasure while the pretty blonde child lathered her hands and washed him.

She pressed her lips to his as her hands reached under his arm pits, and then over his chest, down his belly, and to his groin.

"Are you erect all the time?"

"Only when I'm with you," he smiled.

"Well, I should hope it's not with anyone else. You know, I'm rather possessive."

"I'll try to bear that in mind. Oh, yea, I like that just fine," he groaned, as she moved her lathered hand slowly over the length of his penis.

Reaching her hand under the massive stick, she took his balls in hand and squeezed them lovingly while with her other hand she began lathering his legs.

He was still in a never-never land of inner glory sexual glory while her hands moved down over his hairy legs.

She washed his toes very carefully, and then turning him around, she lathered his back, and moved to his ass cheeks.

"You have a cute ass," she smiled.

"Not as cute as yours, though, eh?"

"Of course not," she laughed. "You have a handsome ass, and I have a cute one."

"Are we all finished now?"

"No, not quite," she said. "I wanted to inspect your penis, just to make sure I got it all clean."

"I assure you it's the cleanest cock in town."

"Well, let me just see about that."

And turning the writer around, she took his cock in her hand, and began stroking it. "Gee, that feels very nice. You have such a big, handsome cock."

"You sure know what to say."

"I think I might just have to kiss it. What do you think about that?"

"It's all yours."

"I wish it was," she laughed, as she crouched down under the shower water, and pressed her lips to the hot red tip.

He sighed with approval, and put his hands on her blonde-covered head, rubbing her scalp gently, and thrilling to the joy of her mouth against his cock.

Her tongue slid gently over the head of his meat, and parting her lips slightly, she began to take the large stick inside.

With her hand cupping his hot nuts, she slid her mouth over the length of the fuck stick, and began moving her mouth back and forth.

"Oh, you suck so well," he swooned. "You really know how to turn a fellow on."

"You are good inspiration," she managed to mumble, with the cock still implanted in her sweet young meat. She began sucking him furiously now, moving her sweet young mouth back and forth over his pulsating rod.

"I think I'm only good for one load right now," he said. "You've really worn me out. I'm not used to all this sexual excitement.

"I do hope you aren't going to deplete all of my natural resources," he added.

"Well, should we fuck then?" she said, sliding her mouth off his cock.

"That would be nice," he was nearly panting with excitement. "Why don't you lean forward and hold onto the handle of the soap dish?"

"like this?" she said, leaning away from him so her sweet young ass was fully exposed to him. .

"Yes, that's quite nice," he said.

"You're not going to put in my ass again, are you?"

"Who me?"

"Yea, you."

"Perish the thought," he laughed, putting his arm around her waist. "I just thought a little rear-entry action would be fun."

"Oh, Mark, you make sex into an amusing, wonderful experience," she smiled. "I'm glad I found you."

"Who found whom?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I guess not," he said. "All that matters is we're here together. And I'm about to push my cock into your sweet young box."

"You make me feel so needed," she sighed, feeling the head of his cock press up between her thighs, from the rear, and slowly enter her pussy.

The young woman pressed her hand over her pussy, and began squeezing her clitoris as she felt the delightful sensation of cock pressing into pussy.

"Oh, what a cock you have," she groaned. "You make me feel so good. Shove it in all the way."

"Fifteen, and you already sound like an old whore."

"Please, don't belittle me," she said. "I like it only with you. With my father, I hated it."

"I should hope so," he said. "But let's not talk of that now. Let's simply enjoy the hot joy of our sex."

"Good idea."

With his hands planted firmly on her narrow hips, he pressed his cock as far inside her pussy as he could from the rear entry position. She used her pussy lips to grip him, though her young pussy was still quite tight, and while she rubbed her clitoris, they pumped against each other, the hot water running sensuously over their bodies, exciting them terribly.

"You don't mind if I change holes, do you?"

"Gee, I'm pretty sore back there, Mark."

"Oh, come on, be a sport," he sighed. "I'll be gentle. I'll use soap as a lubricant."

"Okay, but hurry," she said, "I'm almost ready to come."

"Why don't you just stop frigging yourself for a couple of minutes?"

"That's a good idea. You're so smart. I guess that's why you are a writer."

"It helps," he laughed, not sure whether it was because of his simple way of seeing things, or because he felt all that smart.

"At times, I feel rather stupid, actually."

"That's because you are so smart."

"I'm not sure if I understand that one," he laughed, pulling his cock out of her pussy, and lathering it abundantly with soap.

The young girl turned. "Don't you really understand what I mean?"

"About what?" he had already forgotten the discussion.

"About how only intelligent people realize how stupid they are."

"I think I'm much too , stupid to comprehend that," he said.

"Oh, now you're just teasing me."

"No I'm not," he laughed. "Please tell me what you mean."

"Are you really interested in the things that go on inside my fifteen-year-old mind?"

"Oh, yes," he said. "I really am."

"Okay," she blushed with excitement, "well, what I meant was that it seems to me that people who think they are really smart you know the type; the ones who think they have all the answers aren't really."

"Aren't really what?"

"Intelligent."

"Why is that, do you suppose."

"Well, I think it's because to be really smart means to realize that there is just so much to know that it's hopeless. The real genius one who goes around in awe of all there is to know, feeling rather stupid."

"You have a very cute way of putting things."

"Thank you."

"But what about Einstein, and Dickens, and people like that real geniuses."

"I think they must of thought themselves rather ignorant, really. I mean they spent their lives pursuing knowledge. I don't think they were ever really satisfied. To be satisfied is to just stop growing."

"Where did you get these kinds of ideas?"

"I don't know. I just sort of thought of it."

"Come on, something must have triggered it. Here we are, fucking in the shower, and you're talking about Einstein, and Charles Dickens. It is rather bizarre, don't you think?"

"What's normal?"

"Well, that's an entirely different subject. Let's save that for later. Just tell me what made you all of a sudden think about ignorance versus genius?"

"Oh, I guess I was just thinking how nice it is that a man like you a writer-likes me."

"Why is that strange?"

"Because you are so smart, and I am just a stupid little girl."

"Perhaps within the framework of your logic that means that I'm the stupid one, and you are the genius."

"Gee, wouldn't that be funny?"

"Yea, hilarious."

"Okay, let's just drop it. We'll both be geniuses, okay?"

"You've got yourself a deal there. Equality is nice."

"Now, what were we doing?"

"I believe," Mark smiled, "that I was just about to shove my well-lathered cock up your sweet young ass-hole."

"Do you have to make it sound so perverse?"

"I believe in calling things by their real names."

"Oh, Mark," she pouted. "Do we really have to do this?"

"Are you going to start up again? I thought you liked the way I buggered you."

"I did," she sniffed, "but now I'm all sore back there. But, I'll tell you what. If you promise to buy me some new clothes..."

"You women are so smart," he laughed. "Yes, whatever you say. Just don't torture me anymore. I have to be in your ass."

"Okay, then shake on it."

"Very well," he extended his hand to her.

"Not that way," she smiled. "Let's shake sexes."

"You know, press your penis against my pussy," she giggled. "That will be our special way of greeting and agreeing."

"But we can't do that in public."

"We can always find some place to do it," she said.

"You're nut," he laughed.

"Is that why you love me?"

"That's another subject altogether. We'll discuss that later."

"Why not now?"

"Turn around, and I'll show you why not."

The young blonde girl was quivering with excitement as she held onto the soap dish, and leaned forward, thrusting her ass up for the young man. He spread her lovely ass globes apart, and pressed the tip of his lathered cock against her hot little anus.

This time it slid right in.

"Oh, that does feel nice," she sighed, as she spread her legs, and felt the hot stick slide deeply into her behind.

"You're teaching me such nasty habits."

"I'm sure you'll make me pay for it."

"Dearly," she turned and smiled.

"I figured as much. Oh, God, that feels good. Just a couple of swift pumps in this lovely butt, and. ... Oh, yea. I'm cumming. So nice and comfortable."