Chapter 4

Maxine threw her tanned legs around his waist and squeezed his meat like a vice. "Fuck me, oh, fuck me ... fuck me, fuck fuck fuck ... aiieeeeee!" she screamed, reaching her climax at last. Waves of heat flashed through her young cunt like a roaring fire, and she worked her ass up and down for several seconds afterwards from the force of the excitement.

It was only as she lay on her back getting her breath back that she realized Teddy had come when she did. She was so caught up in the intense thrill of her own orgasm that she hadn't even noticed his. She glanced over and saw him sprawled on his back with a big smile on his face. Maxine had no way of telling it was his first fuck, but his expression made it easy to tell how much he enjoyed it. She sneaked a finger down to the warm, slippery surface of her pussy lips and brought it up to her nose. He had shot off in her all right, she found. The exciting scent of spermatozoa was strong on her finger.

She quickly snatched the top of her panties and jerked them back up on her where they belonged. Now that her passion was spent, she felt a deep pang of shame over what she had just finished doing. As quietly as possible, she began adjusting her clothes. She hooked her bra back on and pulled the blouse in place over it, then slipped the skirt up from her ankles and zipped it up. She was combing her hair when Teddy finally looked her way.

"Hey, what gives?" he asked, surprised to find her dressed.

She didn't answer. She just kept combing her long blonde hair, slightly averting her face from his view. When he finally sat up and leaned over to get her attention, he saw that her face was set in a frown.

"I take back what I said about you not knowing what to do with those big boobs of yours," he said, trying to put her back in a good humor.

She whirled facing him and said, "Just keep your mouth shut about my body, will you? You're just like all the other kids-always making fun of my ... my shape!"

Her sudden anger took him by complete surprise.

"Making fun of you?" he protested. "But I wasn't-"

"Don't try to change what you said," she broke in. "And you better not ever tell any of the kids at school what you tricked me into doing, either, smarty!"

The chip on Maxine's shoulder about her tits was still there. Teddy didn't understand what was wrong but it was clear that there was nothing he could do to set things straight. They hopped on his cycle and buzzed back to town.

"Listen," he said as he let her off, "I'd really dig seeing you some other time. How about a date? You name the time."

But she only shook her head without looking at him and slid off the cycle. She headed for her house without even looking back. Teddy simply thought she was mad at him. But the real reason for her strange behavior was that she enjoyed being fucked so much she was embarrassed. The thought of the way she showed off every sexy, naked part of her body made her so ashamed of herself she didn't know what to do. And there, right in front of her, bounced the reason for it all.

These tits may be the best of any girl in my class, she thought to herself, but it sure makes me mad the way everybody makes such a big thing of them. You'd think I didn't even have a pretty face or a nice pair of legs, the way some people act.

At home, her mom wanted to know how the movie was.

"Fine," said Maxine, without elaboration.

"What's all that dirt on your skirt?" her mom asked. "Did you wear a skirt that dirty to the movies?"

Mildred had unwittingly given her daughter an alibi. Maxine was much more willing to cop to that charge than to admit the real reason her skirt was so dirty. She knew very well that if her mother had looked closer, she would have discovered dirt on her panty bottom as well.

"Oh, gee," she replied, "I guess I did. I didn't notice it was that dirty when I took it off the hanger. I'm sorry."

Mildred forgave her, but told her to watch what she wore closer in the future. She said she was going to ask her new boyfriend, Bob, over some night for dinner at their house. She didn't want him to see her daughter wearing dirty clothes.

"Don't worry, Mom," assured Maxine. "I'll be mo careful. And if you bring any friends home, I'll be especially careful about what I'm wearing.

Neither she nor her mother knew how prophetic t" statement was. There was no way for them to know what would happen when Mildred had Bob over for dinner. But plenty happened to Maxine before that night rolled around. Things that her mother would never find out about at all.

A few days later, after school, Maxine called her friend, Trudy, and asked if she could come over and visit. Her mother was working late again at the clothing company office. They could have the whole place to themselves.

"And I've got a surprise," she told Trudy just before hanging up. "Wait till you see."

"What is it?" asked Trudy.

"No," Maxine held out, "you have to wait till you get here. Having you see it is part of the surprise."

As soon as Maxine finished talking she headed for her mother's bedroom and went to work on her brainstorm. By the time Trudy got there everything was ready.

When the little brunette knocked at the front door, Maxine opened it and stood before her with a mischievous grin on her face.

Trudy did a double take.

"Come on in," said Maxine. "Don't just stand there on the porch with your mouth open."

Trudy came in and sat down, still gawking at Maxine's outfit. "I barely recognized you all dressed up like that," she finally said. "What's going on?"

"Good," said Maxine. "That's the idea. I'm trying to look different by borrowing a few of Mom's things."

"How come you want to look different?" asked Trudy. "Are you hiding from somebody?"

"No," explained Maxine. "I'm not trying to look like some other person. I'm just trying to-wait, let me ask you a question. How old do I look to you? Tell me the truth."

Trudy eyed her up and down. "You sure do look older than thirteen," she admitted. "More like, like-"

"Yeah, how old?" interrupted Maxine excitedly. "How old would you think I was if you didn't know?"

"Seventeen or eighteen," Trudy replied. "Jeez, maybe even nineteen. You sure do look older than thirteen, that's for sure."

"Great!" cried Maxine. "That's what I'm trying to do-look as old as I can. This is the surprise I was talking about on the phone."

Trudy was looking more closely at Maxine's outfit now that the original shock was over. "Wow," she observed, "you're even wearing pantyhose. I tried to get my mom to buy me some and she said I couldn't wear them until I'm in high school."

Maxine looked down at her legs. She knew darned well the pantyhose made her legs look longer and sexier. She was pleased Trudy noticed the new appearance of her legs. She had thought Trudy would probably notice other things first.

"And how about my minidress?" asked Maxine. "Pretty wild, huh?"

"I'll say," exclaimed Trudy. "It's so short you better not try to wear it to school. It makes your legs look really groovy with those pantyhose and high-heeled shoes. Are they your mom's?"

"Yeah," said Maxine. "We wear the same size shoes. She's taller than me though, so I saved my lunch money and bought the pantyhose on the sly one day."

"I think the main thing that makes you look older is the mascara and make up," Trudy said.

"Is that all?" Maxine said, pushing for compliments.

"Well," giggled Trudy, "something looks awfully strange about your top, too."

"You mean my titties?" Maxine said, enjoying the use of the word in Trudy's company.

"Yeah," the little brunette answered, "your titties." She wanted to show Maxine she wasn't afraid to say the word back. "I know you have a pair of whoppers ... but they always look big. Now they look even bigger."

She stared at Maxine's full blouse front and suddenly hopped up from her chair and playfully ran her hand over it. "You aren't wearing a bra," Trudy exclaimed, "that's what makes them look different."

Maxine had the feeling Trudy kept her hand on the front of her breast a little longer than necessary but she wasn't sure. She forgot about it and walked to the mirror. Looking at herself as Trudy sat back down on the chair, Maxine said, "You aren't just kidding me? You really think I look older?"

"Heck, yes," Trudy replied. "No one would ever know you're just thirteen years old. But you still haven't told me why you did all this? What's going on, anyway?"

That was the part Maxine didn't intend to tell. It was her own secret. "Oh, it's not for any special reason," Maxine lied. "I just wanted to see what I'd look like. Don't you ever play around like this?"

Trudy smiled. "Sometimes," she said. "But I can't make myself look nearly as old as you can."

Although Trudy was much slimmer than her blonde friend and hadn't yet developed much titty flesh, she was easily as tall.

"You probably could if you did a bunch of stuff to yourself like I did," Maxine consoled, not wanting to emphasize the obvious difference in their physical growth.

"No, I couldn't either," grinned Trudy. She was quite aware of the difference but apparently not a bit self-conscious about it. "For a couple of reasons," she continued, pointing at her chest.

Maxine saw the tiny outlines of Trudy's small titties. They were completely normal for her age and suffered in comparison only with Maxine's big ones.

"You'll probably have yours start growing a lot before long," said Maxine, acutely aware once more of her advanced development. "As big as mine."

"I guess so," said Trudy with unconcern. "But I don't care. Mine are big enough. I doubt if they'll ever get as big as yours are, though. Yours are so nice, Maxine ... wow!"

There was a funny tone in her voice, Maxine thought. Well, it wasn't important. She had to get moving and get her plan underway. She told Trudy she had to clean up the house before her mother got home. After Trudy left, she stripped off her mom's clothes and showered. Her head was buzzing with exciting plans. The next day after school she would be ready to put some into action.

She turned down her covers and slid onto the cool sheet. Since boys her age had always teased her about her big tits, she wanted nothing more to do with them. She was setting her sights on a man. Hadn't the guy who picked her up in his car and gave her reds that day thought she was older? And even Teddy said she looked fifteen-he knew her and still said that. Since her tits made her look older than she was, she'd just start being older, she decided. There was no way to make her tits smaller so she would look her true age, so with the help of a little makeup and older clothes she would just do it the other way around She'd palm herself as being as old as her tits made her look like she was.

She was warm under the covers. She hopped out of bed and took off the nightie her mom always made her wear. If she was going to start her secret little dealings after school, she might as well begin feeling older right now. And no grown-up lady forced herself to wear a dumb nightie every night. She slipped back between the sheets with only her panties on and felt much better. Ummm, she thought to herself, feeling this cool sheet across my nipples is groovy.

But the minute the thought entered her head she immediately felt nasty for thinking such a thing. Her tits again. She sighed to herself. Having giant ones at the age of thirteen wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world. They were always right in front of her and the two little nipples were forever getting hard and sensitive over the dumbest things. She snuggled her nose into the pillow and went to sleep hugging her arms around the satin-skinned, juicy troublemakers.

She could hardly wait to get out of school the next day. She had already checked with her mom and found that she'd be working late again. She could dress up and strike out like she'd planned. Mom sure was working late an awfully lot lately, she mused. Maybe some of that "work" was really dates with her boyfriend. She didn't care what the reason was as long as she was gone when she needed privacy for dressing and undressing in her grown-up outfit. Having Trudy see her in it had given her even more confidence. She was sure she could pull it off.

As soon as she hit the door of her house, she dashed in and stripped off her school clothes. Her shoes sailed into the corner, her socks went into the clothes hamper and her skirt and blouse were tossed on the bed. She had a second thought and pranced to the bed, her tits jiggling inside her brassiere and her panties sticking damply to her butt, then took the skirt and blouse to her closet. It wouldn't do for her mom to see her clothes lying around like that.

Eagerly she donned the other outfit-pantyhose, short-hemmed minidress, and grown-up looking shoes and blouse. As she applied makeup to her face she felt the smooth flesh of her tits grazing across the inside of the blouse and grinned to herself. It sure felt nice to have them naked and loose under there.

It was early still-just after four in the afternoon. She left the house and set out for the downtown area. She met a few boys her own age and some that looked high school age. Apparently her disguise was working fine. They all looked furtively at her without meeting her eyes and gave her wide berth on the sidewalk. It was plain they thought she was much older. She smiled to herself and headed on. Things were going to work out just great. She would be able to interest a real grown-up if she played her cards right. The question was where to go. She even considered bars but thought that was too risky. She thought a restaurant would be too tame for her purposes.

Then it hit her-the library! She went there and milled around among the magazines for a few minutes. The librarian, a grey-haired woman about fifty, came over and asked, "Could I help you, miss?"

She said, "No thanks, just browsing. I think I'll go to the book section."

Beautiful! Even the librarian had been fooled. She was certain the old battle-axe would never be that nice to a little thirteen-year-old girl. She walked deep into the book stalls. No man yet. The only males she's seen were either her age or younger. Not even any high school or college boys. She saw a book that interested her on the bottom shelf and bent down to examine it. She was poised on the balls of her feet and crouched down to the level of the bottom shelf when she heard a movement in the next aisle. She glanced through the open book stall and saw a man there. He was watching her but when he saw her face turn his way he cleared his throat and looked away. He looked about forty-five, she thought. Just beginning to grey at the temples and very distinguished. Maxine was immediately attracted to him. A few months ago she would have thought of him as a father type-much too old for her. But now that she wasn't a virgin any longer, she thought of him in a completely different way.

He was as old, but much more handsome and well groomed, than the bum in the park who had taken her cherry. I bet he won't make dumb jokes about my tits like the creepy kids at school, Maxine thought to herself. He'll treat me like a woman.

She shifted on her feet and pulled out another book. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw the man's eyes on her again. He was being very cagey about looking at her, and for a very good reason. Every time he turned her way, she saw him doing his best to see as much of her legs as possible. And the way she was hunkered down on the balls of her feet with her miniskirt riding high, she knew she was giving him plenty to see. She was very careful to not let him know she saw him looking.

Feigning deep interest in the book she was holding, she nonchalantly pivoted around and let her thighs come a little way apart. She knew darned well she was giving him a good look up her dress then. Even before she moved he was undoubtedly able to see well up the inside of her tightly encased thighs. Now she was pretty sure he could even catch a little flash of her crotch. She saw him lick his lips and put his hand to his collar to loosen it.

He came around to her side of the book stall rather abruptly. As he went by her, she felt his fingers brush ever so lightly against her long hair. She still never looked up. Then he started going through the books on the other side of the aisle and crouched down like she was. He moved along till he reached her and she felt his fingers graze her firm and protruding little ass. He did it in such a way that if she protested he could maintain it was an accident. She not only didn't protest, she settled backwards an inch or so and let him get a better feel.

"Oh, excuse me," she said, speaking as huskily as possible. She was afraid her young voice might give her away.

He was overjoyed she'd spoken. And she was claiming the clandestine touch was her fault! He couldn't respond fast enough-said it was all his fault and made a joke about being clumsy. He told her she seemed awfully intent on the book she was holding and asked her if she was studying chemistry in college.

She swallowed hard. What a dumb book to have selected ! But he thought she was a college girl ... fantastic !

"Oh, no," she replied. "I don't go to college. I ... I'm just here visiting my cousin. I live in another city. This town's so dull I just stopped in here to have something to do."

His eyes lit up. He told her he didn't live there either. He was in town for a business convention. If things were so dull for her, would she enjoy taking a ride with him? They could go to his hotel room and have more fun than in the library.

Her heart beat faster. "I guess so," she said, giving him her sexiest smile. "I don't have to go home--er, meet my cousin for a few hours. If you really want me to."

They left the library and were in his hotel room in twenty minutes. On the way there she hardly talked at all, just sat in the seat beside looking mysterious and making sure he got an nice eyeful of her long tanned legs every once in a while. He told her his name was Joe, which she doubted.

He became much more direct. "Hey listen, don't be offended now-but you're not a pro. are you?"

She wasn't quite sure what that meant. "No, I'm a ... secretary," she said, hoping the answer made sense to him.

He laughed at what he thought was her joke. "If you're a secretary, honey," he told her, "then you must be used to having men look at those pretty legs of yours. I'll tell you one thing. If you were a secretary in my office back home, I'd never get much work done."

She was delighted. It was nice having her legs complimented once in a while instead of her tits. She was sure he had noticed her jugs all right, but for a girl the age he thought she was they didn't stand out as being so enormous.

"Well, you're not at the office now," she said insinuatingly.

He took her lead and then some. He put his hand on her neck and she melted sideways, pushing her warm cheek against his palm. He was so pleased at her acceptance of his overtures that he drew her against him and kissed the top of her head, then fit his free hand over the firm swell of her provocative ass and squeezed.

"Ummmm," she cooed, her warm breath on the front of his shirt. "I didn't know you were going to do things like this. I ... I better leave if I don't want to do something I shouldn't."

Maxine wasn't even half serious about what she said. But the languorous, sexy way she said it made him even more anxious to get his hands on her body. He moved his lips from the thick, sweet-scented blonde tresses and she felt herself being kissed on the temple and cheek. He nibbled on her earlobe and she felt herself get damp under the arms.

"Joe," she purred, "that's not fair. Don't .. . ooooh, don't do that. It makes me too hot."

He darted his tongue in and out the delicate shell of her ear. "No wonder you're too hot, honey. You have too many clothes on. Here, let me take you where it's cooler."

He scooped her up and carried her toward the bedroom. The way he was moving his hand all over her ass and thighs made it clear the big drops of sweat on his forehead weren't just from exertion. She let herself go limp.

"Let me tell you something, honey," he rasped as he lay her down on the bed. "You're exactly the kind of girl I like-real petite, but with all the curves in the right places."

She knew he would shit his pants if he knew he was carrying a thirteen-year-old teenager to his bed.

"I guess I take after my dad," she said. "He's not a very big man. I've always been kinda small."

He fell on the bed beside her and she let him kiss her on the mouth. He hugged her trim form tight and ran his hands up down her back as he pressed his big wet lips on the moist rosebud of her mouth. When she opened up and let him feel her tongue he knew he'd gotten into something even better than he'd hoped. She moved herself against him and let him get a good feel of her fat little tits.

"You aren't wearing a damn thing underneath, are you?" he whispered, realizing for the first time she was braless. He had been so intent on seeing up her skirt he hadn't even noticed the most luscious part of her girlish frame.

"Sure I am," she teased, "... my panties."

She knew what he meant but she thought it'd sex him up and convince him even further how grown-up she was.

"Your -panties, huh?" he repeated, his breath coming faster. She could tell he loved to hear her talk about what she wore under her clothes. She had a good idea he'd get even more turned on if she really got dirty and started talking about was inside her clothes.

"Sure, I go without my bra a lot but I always wear panties. If I didn't I'd probably sweat through my skirt on hot days, silly," she said to him, her voice sensually mocking.

He ran his hands over the front of her blouse and her firm tits pushed back like rubber. She let him touch her all he wanted to there and he quickly slipped a hand in her front and made for her tits. When she felt his fingertips at the base of one she wriggled toward him on the bed to absorb as much pleasure from it as possible. She began unbuttoning it and when her hand was on the bottom one she paused.

"If you're feeling me up this much," she said huskily, "you might as well see 'em." She flapped open the garment and exposed the succulence of her big beauties before his transfixed eyes. She dropped her head in shame and mumbled, "You did this, Joe. You're the one that got me so hot in my clothes I had to let you see. I don't usually show myself off to a guy like this."

"Jesus christ, honey," he cried, "don't apologize. Just keep it up. C'mon and let me strip your skirt off too."

She lay on her back in the bed and threw her forearm over her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch him do it. She felt his nervous fingers on the hook of her skirt and then felt him peel it off. She heard other noises and knew he was taking his clothes off.

"Shut the door," she begged him. "Make it darker in here, okay? I don't like to-"

"Oh, one of those gals that likes to do it but gets shook if she sees too much of what's going on?" he asked. "Don't worry, I'll close it. I can see plenty of what you've got to offer even if you don't want to look at me."

He closed the door and came back to the bed. He was just wearing jockey shorts. She could see through her squinted eyes that he had a big lump in the center of them. Now all she wore was her pantyhose and a regular pair of panties underneath. They were plain white cotton, but the sheer, green-colored material of the pantyhose made them look more "mature" than if she'd been dressed in school clothes.

Joe lay on his side by her and turned her toward him. She was loving every minute of it but she could barely stand to admit it to herself, much less to him. He wrapped his arms around her and for the first time she felt the harness of his hairy chest against the complete nakedness of her bare, fat tits. Automatically she stuck her long legs forward and pushed them against his.

He kissed her mouth, still a little too red from the excess lipstick she wore, and began a rocking motion against her. Every time he pushed forward she could sense the stiff end of his cock against the warm mound of flesh between her legs. He took her two nipples in his thumbs and forefingers and caressed them gently and softly. "Like that, honey?" he asked, his voice shaking with desire.

"Yes," she admitted. "Oh, yes!"

"Like this too?" he asked, running one hand down her flat stomach and approaching the waistband of her panties and pantyhose.

"Go lower," she whispered, ashamed of herself for the words. "You're making my tits feel real good. Get in between my legs and play me with there if you want to."

"If I want to?" he repeated. "You just lie there, honey, and I'll show you how much I want to."

When his fingers slipped under the tight elastic band she shuddered and made a little noise in her throat. He could see small drops of sweat starting to pop out on her upper lip.

"Damn," he exclaimed, "you're wearing panties under these pantyhose, aren't you?"

"A girl has to do all she can to deep her pussy covered," she whispered. "Every guy I see on the street looks at me like he wished he could see everything I've got."

"What, baby?" he made her repeat. "Keep what covered up?" Hearing her refer to her own organs had obviously set him off.

"My pussy, darn it," she said again, her young mouth forming the word with petulance. "They never think maybe a girl might not want some guy thinking nasty things about what he'd like to do if he could get her pussy out in the open."

He sank his hand farther between her legs and ran his fingertips through her cunt hairs.

"You like it when I do it, though, don't you?" he teased.

"I'm sure not stopping you from fingering me down there, am I?" she answered. "If I didn't like it I wouldn't let you even see up my dress, much less put your hands in my panties."

He skinned the pantyhose down her slender legs and she could see him gloat over getting to see her naked legs. She still had her eyes shut but she liked to peek at what he was doing to her without letting him know she was seeing so much.

She raised her legs in the air and put her feet together, rubbing them back and forth till her pantyhose dropped off. Watching her put her long, pretty legs to work made Joe's cock swell more even though she was only getting out of her hose. In the back of his mind he was picturing how it would be to have her move like that with his arms around her and his prick sunk between them.

I wonder if he'll notice I don't have too much pussy hair yet, thought Maxine. Everything else passes inspection, but I'm a little shy of having as much hair as an older girl would.

It was true that she didn't have a really full growth there yet, in spite of her precocious tits and her firm little filled-out ass. But there wasn't nearly enough difference for him to notice. And anyhow, the luxuriant softness and clear blonde color of her little muff more than made up for any imagined lack of hairs on it.

She lay under his hot gaze with nothing on but her white cotton panties to interrupt the mellow, tanned expanse of her smooth skin. And inside the front of them, his hand was busy at work. She loved what he was doing to her. He didn't go straight for her slit like both her earlier lovers had done. He fooled around all over the plump swell of her mound, teasing her with the expectation of how it'd be to feel his fingers finally slide into the moist center.

She wiggled her butt in erratic, sensual little circles as he kept it up. He let his fingers go on to the tender warm skin of her upper thighs and traced little designs on their sensitive inner surfaces.

"Like that?" he asked.

She gave a short laugh.

"How about here?" he continued, teasing his fingertips upward toward the pouting, full lips at the center of her soft blonde muff.

"Uh huh," she agreed.

"And here?" he asked.

Now he was touching the bottom of the exposed lips. Soon he would be out of her little grass forest and onto the warm, hairless skin of her fleshy cunt.

"Uh huh" she answered emphatically. "And do my titty more. It's all hard at the nipple now and-"

He lay forward and replaced his titty-rubbing hand with his mouth, causing Maxine to sigh and dig her heels into the bed. With his face buried over her plump tit, she felt safe about opening her eyes. She looked down and watched his hand at work on the glistening slopes of her pussy lips and couldn't wait any longer to have something separate them and press on inside.

She opened her thighs and, with his mouth still going to town on her firm tit, raised her ass off the bed for more contact. He felt her move and granted her, her wish. He knew very well he'd been teasing her for a long time and she was making it clear she wanted to get down to the real thing. At the moment she reached the highest point of her rise, he snaked a finger into the bottom of her tight cunt and heard her grunt.

"Need something in that pussy, don't you?" he teased.

"Gosh, yes!" she exclaimed.

"Something like this, right?" he persisted, giving a little wiggle with the finger.

"That first," she gasped, "but something else in a minute. Are you hard yet?"

"Here it is, honey," he told her. "Feel for yourself. I'm not bashful. Let me see if you know what to do with a cock!"