Chapter 3
"Don't worry, sweetie," he told her. "My cock may be a little too old to get hard again for you so quick, but I can still bring you off with my fingers."
Maxine strained her sweaty cunt up to meet his hand and he began to make light, rapid motions with his fingers. Before fucking her, he had just fingered her pouting little lips and the inside of her hole. Now he turned all his attention directly to the sensitive sides of her clitoris. She went for it like crazy. He knew she was almost about to come just before he shot off, and he aimed to keep her from losing her steam and having to start all over again.
"Oh ... oooh," she moaned, catching back up to where she was before. He knew she was going to be able to keep herself going.
She huffed and puffed till her face and crotch were covered with sweat but she still was a little bit short. Then it came all at once. The careful touch of his fingertips finally paid off for her. She jerked her ass faster and faster, made little whining noises in her throat, and was rewarded with a short but intense sensation unlike anything she had ever imagined.
Even after it was over her cunt felt somehow fuller and more alive than she had ever experienced. The feeling lasted several minutes. She turned onto, her side and lay breathing slower and slower till she Was back to normal. She felt wetness on her inner thighs and sat up quickly. She was afraid she was bleeding. It was the first time she had actually looked at her pussy since having the man's cock buried in it. She was pleased to discover only the slightest traces of blood. Evidently she had one of those cherries that didn't bleed much.
What she had felt was a slow-running glob of the man's come. It had come from the depths of her not overly long vagina and was just now making its way out. "Yecch!" she said, wrinkling her nose. "I didn't know about this part. I gotta clean myself up."
She grabbed her panties and wiped away at her pussy till it was clean. She could toss them and go home with no panties under her skirt easily enough without anyone knowing. Home! It suddenly struck her that she had been gone at least an hour and a half longer than it took her to get home from school. And wait a minute-where was the old creep who fucked her, anyway? She glanced all around and realized he must have hightailed it while she was recovering from the episode. After all, it was her very first time at such a thing.
And now that it was over, Maxine felt terrible about it. At least she tried to convince herself that's the way she felt. But even as she berated herself for letting herself get in such a fix, her freshly fucked young pussy was still warm and full from the sensation of having a man's cock inside it. She brushed herself off as best she could and, ignoring the warm afterglow that squished between the juicy lips of her cunt, began walking out of the park.
Within an hour she was in sight of her house. All along the way she had felt people's eyes on her as she passed. Even though she had cleaned her clothes up till it was impossible to tell what she'd been doing, she couldn't shake the feeling that somehow people could tell. She crossed her fingers and prayed that her mom's car wouldn't be in the garage. If it was, she had an awful lot of explaining to do. It wasn't. She was saved.
"Whew," she breathed, wiping her brow and dashing inside. "That was close. Now I gotta get out of these clothes and get under the shower." She stripped down, taking care to put her clothes in her own room where she could wash them later herself, then dove under the welcome hot water of the shower. She caught a glance of herself in the bathroom mirror and saw a girl with messed up hair, spots of dirt on her face and arms, and one fat nipple redder and bigger than the other. Even after she closed the curtains, the thought of how the nipple got that way made her blush.
As the water cascaded over her nubile nakedness and she felt it pour over her soft skin, she turned directly facing it and let it flood the junction of her thighs. She cupped her hands under the fat-lipped slit of her pussy and shivered as its temperature made her delicate tissues pulse with new arousal. Maxine was a very clean youngster and always took great pains to wash her pussy out well, but after what had happened there seemed to be more reason than ever. She parted the tight crack and massaged the inner skin of her little hole as far back as she could reach. At first she pretended she was just giving her "nasty place" an unusually thorough cleansing. But pretty soon the pressure of her wet fingertips began making her hot, just like when the old lecher had been playing with her with his fingers.
She jerked her fingers from her pussy. "My gosh," she said aloud to herself, "what am I doing to myself! I better watch it or I'm gonna get all worked up like I did with that old creep in the park."
It dawned on her that what she had almost started doing to herself must be what he meant when he asked her if she ever "played with" herself, and then didn't believe her when she told him she never had. She wondered if other girls ever did such things. She looked down at her big naked, dripping tits. Maybe a girl had to have her titties and pussy hair before she was old enough to play with herself.
Then out of foggy past recollections, she remembered a few vague times in her life when she had accidentally stimulated her young pussy. Once was when she was riding a merry-go-round, once was when she was riding a slender stick horse. It had felt real good when she squeezed it between her legs under her dress, where nothing but her little-girl's panties came between it and her undeveloped cunt.
She stopped herself. Jeez, I must have only been a little kid then, she thought to herself. Seven or eight years old-a long time before I started my titties. That's . . . that's awful! I must be imagining things. Surely I didn't make my pussy hot at that age! And she put the thoughts out of her mind.
As she finished herself, the phone rang. It was Mildred Lester, her mother. She told Maxine she was going out with a man on a date and that she wouldn't be home until pretty late. She asked if Maxine minded fixing dinner for herself. Maxine could hardly answer fast enough. Of course she didn't mind! She was so glad that her mother hadn't been home earlier enough to catch her coming in with her clothes all messed up that she wouldn't have minded anything.
After the call she thought about her mom's dates. For the last few weeks Mildred Lester had been going out more than usual. At first Maxine resented it a little, but she gradually came to like it. For one thing, it gave her time to talk on the phone to girl friends in her class at school. When her mom was home she always made Maxine get off the phone after a few minutes.
Also, she had noticed that her mom always seemed to be in a better mood after her dates with guys. Sometimes it would last for days. A new thought struck her. Could it be that Mom let the guys she went out with do ... do dirty things to her? Did Mom let anyone get her in bed and ... fuck her, Maxine wondered? It had never occurred to her before. She tried to imagine her mom letting a man take off her clothes and putting his hands in certain secret places. She knew that her mother wasn't a bad-looking woman at all, for her age. She was thirty-five, Maxine knew. Maybe guys that old thought her mom was sexy and maybe her mom liked it when- The phone rang again. This time it was Trudy, one of her best girl friends at school. Trudy, a slim, dark-headed girl in Maxine's class, was the only girl who didn't act catty about Maxine's overly developed tits. In fact-although Trudy's were small like most of the other seventh grade girls--she seemed to think it was super that Maxine had such nice ones. It made her feel good when Trudy would mention, as she sometimes did, that she thought Maxine was real cute and wished hers were as big. The compliment made it a little easier to live with the other girls' envy and jealousy.
They started talking about boys almost at once. Until this year, it seemed the subject never came up between them. Now that's all they talked about. Sometimes they even talked about secret things they both knew they couldn't let their moms hear.
"When I get big I'll let a boy play around some with me, you know," said Trudy over the phone. "But I don't think I'll ever let him do ... everything. It would hurt too much."
"You mean if he went all the way?" Maxine asked. "If he got inside your panties and put it in you?"
"Yeah," said Trudy. "I heard a cousin of mine say it really hurt to have a guy do that to you. And you bleed and everything. It might make the boy feel good, but not the girl."
Maxine was dying to confide that it wasn't nearly as bad as Trudy thought, and that she knew because she had just done it that afternoon. But she didn't dare tell even Trudy that.
"Oh, I don't know," she replied. "It might not be so bad. I guess you bleed some the first time a boy does it to you, all right. But maybe it doesn't hurt all that much."
She paused and then ventured further. "I bet it would sure feel good to have a boy at least-uh, touch you there," she went on. "You know, just with his fingers maybe, or something like that. Have you ever thought what it would be like?"
Trudy giggled. "Yeah, I've thought about it some," she admitted. "Heck, though, you don't have to worry about having a boy stick his thing in and hurt you if you just want to see what that feels like."
Maxine was surprised. Trudy usually got flustered and changed the subject if they talked about boys in too much detail. She wondered how much Trudy knew.
"What do you mean," followed up Maxine, "have you ever done it-had a boy touch you in the panties?"
Trudy became coy. "No, not that," she said. "But maybe something like it. I'm not saying. Have you?"
Her friend's coyness made Maxine feel better about keeping her own affairs secret. But it made her awfully curious about what Trudy was referring to. Could it be that her classmate did things to herself .. . things like that man had mentioned? Did Trudy maybe play with herself sometimes when in bed or alone in the bathroom?
"Have you ever?" Trudy repeated. Maxine realized she hadn't answered her question yet.
It was her turn to be mysterious. "I might have, or I might not have," she said. "If you're not telling, then I won't either. But what did you mean when you said you might have done 'something like it'? What we were talking about was having a boy . . . uh .. . finger your pussy. Right? What's it like having a boy finger your pussy?"
Trudy was a little shocked at hearing her say a nasty word like pussy, Maxine could tell. They talked about sexy things a lot, but they never used the dirty words. It gave her a kind of thrill to say the word to Trudy, she realized. Made her feel she was more mature than Trudy in other ways besides just having larger titties.
"Boy, if your mom ever heard you say that," criticized Trudy, "I bet you'd be in big trouble. I sure don't ever let my mom hear me say anything like pussy or titty!"
It was the first time she'd ever heard her friend use such words. It sounded sort of exciting to hear them from Trudy's lips, Maxine thought.
"Okay, okay," Maxine agreed. "But they can't hear us now. So answer my question. What do you mean you might have done something like letting a boy finger your pussy?"
But Trudy copped out on her. She said her dad was coming upstairs and she had to hang up.
Hmmmm, thought Maxine after the call, wonder what things Trudy's done? Bet she's never let a guy go all the way like I did-she's too scared of how it might hurt her pussy. Sometime I'll have to find out.
At school the next day, Maxine sat in class feeling very smug. She was almost sure that of all the girls in her class, she was the only one who had become a real woman. Of course she hadn't exactly planned what happened with the old guy in the park-far from it. And maybe those reds she had taken made her relax and enjoy it more than she normally would have, too. Anyway, she no longer wore her cherry around in her panties. She looked idly around the room and thought about every girl there talking about boys all the time while she had done something.
She thought about how if each of her classmates' dresses were to be raised and her panties pulled down, there would be that cherry still stuck prim and tight in the girl's pussy. Well, she thought, since she was the girl with the biggest tits in class it was only fitting that she be the first one to be fucked.
She looked twice at one or two girls. They had a certain sparkle in their eyes that made Maxine think they might possibly have let a boy do things to them too. But she was almost sure they hadn't ever spread their legs for a guy and let him slip his cock in. They might have let a boy feel them up through their undies or maybe let one get a good look at their titties or pussy -but no more. As for the boys, she was absolutely sure that none of them had ever done anything. They were all so dumb. But a few boys in the ninth or tenth grades had done things with girls, she thought. Maybe she'd have to start letting some of them talk to her. There were a few that had tried, that was for sure.
The following Saturday Maxine's mom let her go to a matinee movie by herself. She suspected it was mainly just to get her out of the house so Mildred could entertain her boyfriend there but she didn't care. Anything to get to go alone. Usually Mildred wouldn't let her go unless she went with her.
On the way back home a ninth-grade boy passed her on a motorcycle. She recognized him because he was considered one of the best catches in his class. He had wavy black hair and was tall for his age. When he waved at her as he went by it made her pulse beat a little faster. It was one thing to have some old creep get in your panties-how would it be to have a good-looking guy like Teddy do things to you, she wondered.
When he got to the end of the block he turned and came back. "Hey, wanna ride?" he asked.
For a ninth grader to ask a seventh-grade girl if she wanted a ride was unheard of. Maxine was overjoyed. But she told him what her mom had made her do-she couldn't have anything to do with a boy unless he was in her own grade at school. Older boys were out.
"That's really dumb," commented Teddy. "Heck, the boys in your class are no good for you. I've seen the way they are."
"I didn't think you knew who I was," answered Maxine.
He smiled. "I've noticed you around," he said. "And I've seen those dumb kids in your class tease you. Those boys aren't your speed, you know it? They're okay for most of the chicks in your class, maybe. But not for you, Maxine."
She felt her face flush. If Teddy had heard them teasing her then he knew what they were teasing her about. And at that very moment, the objects of all the teasing were sticking out firmly from her chest, their ample outlines quite visible to Teddy.
She acknowledged his left-handed compliment with a flutter of her long eyelashes. She kept walking, but very slowly. He rode along beside her and kept talking to her. He tried to talk her into taking a ride with him. She told him she thought he only fooled around with girls in his own grade. What did he want to take her on a ride for? She reminded him she was only thirteen and he was fifteen.
"Heck, is that what you're worrying about?" he said. "Then forget it. You look fifteen. There's plenty of chicks in the ninth grade that aren't built nearly as well as you-most of them. Face it, Maxine. You've got what it takes. Especially in certain places."
His words made her warm inside. Her mom wouldn't have to know. She was sure she could get away with it this once. But his insinuating comment barbed her.
"Don't get smart now," she said to him. It made her mad when boys made references to what was inside her brassiere. "Don't tease me about that, Teddy."
"Who's teasing?" he asked. "I think it's groovy you're built so neat like you are."
She stopped walking and he pulled the cycle over beside her. She gave him a small smile. "You don't think my-that I'm built freaky?" she asked.
"Are you kidding?" he replied, his eyes on the place where her tits, pushed out the front of her blouse. "Heck no! You just got a headstart on the girls your age, that's all." Then he grinned at her. "Or are you afraid to ride with me? Afraid a ninth grader's too much for you to handle?"
The challenge did it. She hopped on and they were off. He took her to a creek about five miles out of town. As they rode along, she held the strap behind him with her hands for support. He told her to hang on and put her arms around him so she'd be sure and not fall off. But she had a good idea what the real reason was.
"This is okay," she said. She knew she was teasing him, that what he wanted was to feel her jugs pushing into his back as he rode along. It gave her a sense of power to know he wanted something it was up to her to give. Then he told her his steady girl always rode that way.
Maxine surprised him by doing what he asked. She reached her arms around him and clasped her hands together over his stomach. She knew who his steady girl was and knew good and well that the girl didn't have tits as nice as hers.
He turned his head so she could hear him over the wind. "It feels different when she does it," he said.
Maxine knew what he meant. Although she had her arms around his waist, she was being careful not to let her breasts touch his back like he wanted her to. She grinned to herself when he turned back around and hugged him tighter, letting the lush weight of her tits mash against his back. "Does it feel like this when she does it?" she teased.
Teddy felt her hard nipples punching him in the back through her blouse. Hers were easily bigger than his girl friend's. "No, it feels better than when she does," he cried, gunning the motor and turning off the main road. He stopped the cycle by the creek and they got off. That's when he really started getting fresh. He said now that he knew how she felt behind him, he wanted to see how she felt in front of him. He grabbed and pulled her to him. The fat swell of her juicy twins pressed hard against his chest and his face was inches from hers.
"Are those groovy things just strictly for looking at, or do you know what to do with them?" he boldly asked.
She might have slapped his face if he'd been someone else-or if he didn't have his arms around her, already beginning to make her feel willing for more.
"What do you think?" she retorted. She smiled at him, her damp lips only inches below his. "How about you?" she brazenly asked. "Do you know what to do with them, Teddy?"
He dropped his mouth on hers and she received his hard, aggressive lips with a shudder of pleasure. "Ummmm," he said, pulling her even closer.
His mouth was still closed. She opened her lips slightly and exposed the tip end of her tongue flesh. The touch of it against his mouth was like lightning. He met her tongue with his and made sucking noises as he mixed spit with her.
"Over here," he mumbled, taking his lips from hers only long enough to speak. "C'mon, Maxine. Under this tree."
She let him lead her to the spot and allowed him to pull her down beside him. He started kissing her face and neck and working toward the open neck of her peasant blouse. He sneaked a hand under her arm and she felt the pressure of his thumb on her tightly encased tit. When he tried to put his whole hand on it she stopped him.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she demanded. Her voice had less force than she intended. The question had been as much for her as for him, really, even though she was aware of it.
"I think you're the kind of girl who likes to make out, that's all," he said. "And I know darned well you're the kind of chick that gets me hot to trot."
The blood was racing faster in her veins. The closeness of his body and the effect of his good looks were having their effect. When her hand dropped into his lap she tried to pretend it was an accident-even to herself. Teddy had never had a girl do that before. He quickly caught it and forced it down harder. She felt the stiff shaft of his young cock pulsing under his pants.
"No, Teddy," she warned. "Don't make me touch you there!" Deep inside her brain, she very much wanted her hand there to feel not only its shape, but its warm, meaty nakedness. The nastiness of the thought was too much for her to accept responsibility for. She let him keep her hand on the spot.
He wrestled her fingers open and made her keep feeling his hard cock. He was dying to do the same to her. "Even if I do these for you?" he breathlessly asked. "C'mon, you play with mine and I'll play with these."
What he meant were her tits, but she was getting hot enough that she wanted even more than that. It gave her strength to know she was ready for more than he was putting out.
Teddy greedily squeezed his palm over her nipple and massaged her tit through the fabric of her blouse and bra.
Ummm, she thought to herself, that feels super but I ... gosh, I shouldn't be letting him do this. I ... I can't let on how groovy it makes me feel to have him rubbing me there.
He reached into the top of her peasant blouse and ran his hand back and forth across the front of her bra cups.
"Teddy!" she cried.
Her tone made it impossible to tell whether she was protesting or urging him on. He didn't care. It was so great to have his hand inside, he had to have more. He awkwardly stuck his fingers into the top of one of her cups, crazy to have a nice handful of her sweet, soft tit.
Against her will, she felt her hand rubbing the hard outline of his cock. The touch of his fingers inside her brassiere was too much for her to handle. He grabbed his zipper and tore it open.
"Come on, Maxine, play with it, will you?" he gasped. "We won't do any more than that. I promise!"
She was much too ashamed of what was happening to reply in words. Her answer was by hand. She took his prick in her fingers and squeezed it gently for a few seconds, then couldn't hold back any longer. She began masturbating him in earnest, jacking her hand up and down like crazy. Teddy was going wild inside her bra. He crammed his hands under her blouse and undid her bra from behind, then took both firm tits in his palms. He hadn't touched many girls' tits so he was kind of rough with them, but she was so excited it felt good, anyway.
He kept saying, "Oh, wow, this is great. What great boobies you've got. Let me feel 'em up as much as I want, will you? Jeez, I can't get enough of 'em."
But very soon something unexpected happened. The boy's hot blood and inexperience made him unable to hold back the tide of his passion. He began to make little grunts in his throat and before she knew what was happening, he had shot off all over her hand. She looked down in amazement as the thick, white cream rolled down the shaft and the drops on her hand glistened in the sun.
But the worst thing was that he slowed down the action on her tits. He still had hold of them, but he was just sitting there breathing hard and barely feeling them up. Maxine began feeling frustrated awfully fast. She was so hot she needed to get on with the show. And even if she was too embarrassed to say anything about it, her damp tits and her gradually heating little cunt left no doubt about the matter.
The old guy in the park made her think everything was all over after a man shoots off. But she didn't know it was only because of his age. Teddy, at his young age, was able to get another hard-on just minutes later. When she felt it start growing again she was delighted. He mumbled something about being sorry for what he'd done to her hand but she didn't care. She was so glad things weren't finished she didn't know what to do with herself.
She boldly took his hand and placed it on the warm crease of her skirt. When he realized she was offering a feel of her pussy his rod shot back to original size fast. She didn't stop at just letting him have a few feels through the clothes like most girls he knew, either. She wiggled herself under his touch till his hand was higher, almost to the bare skin of her stomach.
"Can I feel in your dress?" he asked, his youthful inexperience highlighted once more.
She lay back against the tree and looked at his naked, come-covered cock with hungry eyes. She wasn't talking, but he took her silence for approval and awkwardly unfastened the waistband of the skirt. When he opened it all the way, Maxine drew her legs apart and he could see she meant for him to do more. His hand trembled and his cock quaked in her hand as he slipped his eager fingers in the top of her panties and felt the damp mass of hair underneath.
She swooned and rubbed her bare tits against him, forcing her blouse up around her neck and acting like a real little slut. He'd never seen a girl his own age act so sexy before, much less a younger one. He was incredibly stimulated by her. When he felt up the center of her hairy little mound, she stretched her thighs still wider apart and moved her ass slowly back and forth against his fingers.
"Oooooh," she moaned. "Oh ... oh ... uuuuum."
Her sounds raised his temperature even higher. He gulped. She was going to let him go all the way. She was going to let him do everything to her. He'd come close with a few girls before but he'd never quite accomplished it. Maxine was offering him his first fuck!
He lay down on her and she wriggled her ass till her skirt was down around her shins. Her tan legs stuck out of her panties and her feet were lost somewhere inside the shucked skirt. She still had his cock in her hand but was being careful this time-she didn't want him to go limp and not be able to keep it in her. She remembered how the old man had done that to her and had to bring her off with his fingers. What she wanted was the red meat of Teddy's prick inside as long as he could keep it hard for her. She took pains not to move her hands much on its shaft, hoping he'd soon cram it in her.
She didn't have long to wait. He played with her cunt with his fingers only a short while before rolling over and covering her slick-lipped little pussy with the head of his cock. She wanted him to frig it for her for a long time first but when she felt it at her wet little door, she wasn't about to refuse it.
"Ummmm," she moaned, feeling the hot glans slip the first half inch inside her.
It wasn't as big as the old park bum's had been but she didn't care at all about the size as long as it stayed stiff for her. When Teddy felt the wet thrill of having the end of his cock completely enclosed in the sweaty vestibule of her cunt, he drove it home with a single strong stroke. He felt the walls of her vagina rush past the shaft, then came back out ready for more.
He jammed it in and out like a hammer handle and she loved it.
Oh, wow, she thought to herself, my pussy's so hot and juicy I must be about to come real quick. Gosh, that feels so good. I just hope he keeps at it till I can make it.
Teddy was huffing and puffing so much she was afraid he would shoot off any second. Then it started for her. She'd only had a prick between her legs once in her life, but there was no mistaking the hot, wet throbbing that preceded her climax. She also found that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She'd managed to keep quiet during the whole thing so far-out of her shame over what she was letting Teddy do to her. Now it was too much to hold back on. She grunted some, moaned a little, then started mouthing off.
"Do it to me, Teddy," she cried, her voice rising. "Oh, darn it, give me all you got!"
He pumped away, the juicy sound of his entry making them both hotter than ever.
"Yes, yes!" she went on. "That's what I ... oh, wow, that's what I need you to do. Ummmmm .. . oh, yeah!"
The girl's words were more than he had expected. The filth she was yelling made him rise higher toward orgasm. "Ummm ... stick it in all the way," she encouraged. "Go ahead and cram my pussy full of it, Teddy. Make me feel it all the way to my asshole, will you? Oh, I need it... I need it!"
He dug his knees into the dirt and rammed his virgin prick into her hot little pussy as fast as he could go.
"You like it, don't you?" he panted. "Damn, you love this, don't you? You're about to get your jollies, ain't you?"
The sweat rolled off her tits and her hard, flat stomach glistened like quicksilver. She gasped and he saw her lips move, but he couldn't hear a word. Her eyes were closed and her neck cords strained as she jerked her ass up and down under him. She was terribly close but needed more to get there. She pushed her fat tit high by arching her back and mumbled, "Suck me, Teddy ... go ahead and suck me. You know I love it... you know I love to feel your cock in my hot pussy." She panted, her breath coming and going like a pint-sized bellows, and arched her tits toward his face.
"Suck you ... suck you good," Teddy repeated, so excited he could barely speak. "Damn right I'll suck your tits for you ... lemme get my mouth on one ... here ... there ... mmmmf!"
His words stopped as he closed his wet mouth on her bursting tit and all she could hear was the wet, muffled sound of him trying to talk with his mouth full. His cock rammed in and out faster and faster and she felt the heat build up in her cunt.
"That's it!" she cried. "Oh, yeah, that's it, Teddy! That's the way to fuck me."
His ass went up and down over her and he shoved himself up and down with his hands on the hard dirt.
The sweet, wet heat she craved flooded into her cunt like a river. "Now," she screamed, "now I'm gonna come! Oh, fuck me good ... fuck me and keep fucking me! I'm nearly there!"