Chapter 1

Mr. Harris sat at his table in front of the class and marked the roll, calling out our names in his deep voice, his handsome face looking up at each name to ensure the bearer was actually present. My eyes were fixed on his crotch. All the girls were fascinated by that part of him, but not as much as I was. To me that thick bulge represented everything I wanted and everything I wasn't getting. My eyes burned into his crotch, X-raying it, bringing that thick snake to life before my mind's eye and examining it from every angle. It would be brown and hairy, with thick veins girding its long stem, and I just knew he'd have an exposed knob, the kind Larry had. No fluted foreskin for Mr. Harris. His glans would be rosy and it would fit into my mouth as if it had been custom made for me.

"Wanda Fuller," he said, and for a brief second his cool, blue eyes rested on mine. I swallowed and said I was present. He nodded and called out the next name. Didn't he know? There I was with a mind swimming with visions of having his knob lodged down my throat, my body burning with lust, my pussy soggy wet on the hard, school chair, yet to all outward appearances I was just another school girl. I stuck my hands into the pockets of my skirt and leaned back to project defiance. He had to start taking notice of me one day.

Somehow my hands came to rest awfully close to my pussy and when my eyes returned to that alluring bulge in his pants I couldn't help but caress myself a little—nothing serious, just a stroke. His knob lit up before me, pink and swollen, a helmet on a squat soldier, heading for my parted lips. My tongue extended itself fully and lightly brushed along the smooth yet rough surface of his glans, tasting its manliness as the pulsing of his blood transmitted itself through my tongue into my body. There was a small hole in one of the skirt pockets and my index finger pushed through it to touch down on my panties. They were moist and I felt it was time to think about something else, like the mathematics Mr. Harris taught. He had put the roll away and stood with his back to me, writing figures on the blackboard. My eyes caressed his ass, two hard, muscular buttocks which just happened to be clenching his trouser seat between them. My finger pushed harder in spite of my common sense.

All the other girls in the class knew what sex was all about. The girl next to me, Judy, put out regularly and she had a string of boyfriends trailing after her like horny dogs wherever she went. And Judy wasn't even pretty! The others had steady boyfriends who fingered them and kissed their tits and poked them now and again in the backseats of cars. But I had four brothers who regarded it as their mission on this planet to guard my chastity.

I sighed bitterly and moved the index finger up under the elastic of the panties to bring me consolation through clitoral stimulation. That's all I ever did anyway, lie in bed and play with my pussy and tits. It wasn't fair! Other girls were sucking dicks and sitting on them and everything but all I had was my fingers! How could I explain to my dear brothers that losing my virginity wouldn't hurt them one bit? Our parents were to blame for it all, of course, with their narrow-minded notions about what girls should be and how every man wants to marry a virgin. Damn it, I wasn't a doll! I was a woman, nearly eighteen, and deep down I knew I had a real talent for sex. Other girls were good at hockey and others knitted like fiends—but something told me it was my avocation to fuck, fuck, and fuck some more!

I squirmed in my seat with frustration. Lifting my ass slightly and pulling with both hands I brought my panties down and then widened the hole in the pocket to slip another finger into the fray. God, I was so wet I'd be sure to stain the seat or leave a big wet mark on it. Well, what of it? It was a hot day, people would think it was sweat. Unless they bent down and took a whiff of it, of course. When everyone was looking through their math books to find the place I brought the finger up to my nose and took a little smell of it myself. Delicious! I loved the taste and smell of sex, even my own. How would it be then with someone else's?

My fingers were deeply embedded in my pussy, caressing the inner smoothness and fiddling with the hard pleasure button down there, the one that had gotten me through so many nights. Mr. Harris was talking about cosines and other irrelevant things, and I was thinking of his big dick and his muscular buttocks and his strong brown arms and his wavy hair. I'd imagined his heavy body on top of mine so often that it was no effort to slip back into that routine fantasy. He'd overpower me and his big cock would bayonet into my defenseless pussy so as to devastate me and turn me into a screaming, crying mass of ecstasy, and I would never be frustrated again! That's how it went, and each time I got to the part where his dick dug into me a shudder ran up from my feet and rebounded off my skull to fill me with a warm pleasure that at least took the edge off my urgent needs.

"What is the function of the cosine of angle A in this triangle, Miss Fuller," I heard him say, and I became aware that my face was flushed and that my eyeballs had turned back into my head. Not only that, by my dress had folded itself to reveal the fact that both my hands were virtually inside my cunt! I pulled myself together as best I could but he had to repeat the question before I was able to open my mouth.

"One over the square root of two," I said, doing my best to sound as if I knew what I was talking about.

"Very good." He passed on to the next person and left me to return to my daydreams. No one seemed to have noticed me abusing myself in the middle of the class and I couldn't stretch my luck any further that day. But in the pit of my belly a terrible lust burned on, demanding satisfaction, making it imperative for me to at least provide it with a sop. I began to think of the evening when I'd be alone in my room with my Play girl magazines, beating off slowly and majestically over a bunch of disembodied dicks dangling off the glossy pages. Yes, that's what I'd do—and I wouldn't stop till sleep claimed me.

But when I came out of school a different opportunity offered itself to me! Usually one of my brothers waited for me outside the school gate and walked me home like a member of the Shore Patrol taking a drunken sailor back to his ship. Well, not as sternly as that. My brothers were darlings in their own rough and tumble fashion. They just weren't enlightened. Or smart. On this day, however, no one awaited me, and it didn't take much figuring to work out that they'd all gone swimming. If they loved anything more than my virginity it was sports, and on a hot day like this one they would be compelled to go swimming. For once I could be allowed to walk home alone. And, as if that wasn't enough, Mr. Harris walked by me as I hesitated at the gate.

"Oh, Mr. Harris!" I cried out, making a snap decision ... well, it had been rehearsed over and over, of course, but I had to decide to decide. "Could I ask you a question, please?"

"Why, yes," he said, glancing around and slowing down for me to catch up with him. "What is it, Miss Fuller?"

"It's about the slide rule," I said, contriving a question as I talked. He listened earnestly and nodded as I talked. Did he really think I cared about the slide rule? Apparently he did because he gave me an exhaustive answer to my question. That led to other matters, all of them mathematical, and before we knew it we were standing in front of the apartment building where he lived. I knew it well. Every time we passed it on the way to the store I thought of him inside it doing something with that big dick of his. As far as I was concerned Mr. Harris spent his leisure time fucking, masturbating, and getting sucked off by a bevy of faceless girls.

"Well, Wanda," he said, looking slightly ill at ease when I stood close to him, "I'd like to invite you up to continue this interesting discussion but I'm afraid ..." He let the sentence trail into nothingness, the way people do when they expect you to understand delicate matters. But I shook my head and asked what he was afraid of. Nothing could stop me now. We were alone at last and my pussy yearned for him passionately. If he were to reject me I'd have to find someone else, but I would be fucked one way or the other.

"I'm afraid I have a guest," said Mr. Harris.

"Can't you get rid of him?"

'That's the whole problem." He looked red and very uncomfortable now, which surprised me. "It's not a he but a she—she's waiting for me, you see."

That pulled the rug out from under me. He had a woman up there already? That was the one factor I hadn't counted on. There was nothing to it but to give up. But, I was too desperate to retire gracefully. "Why don't you tell her to go fly a kite," I said softly, getting so close to him that I felt his thigh connect briefly with my pubic bone. "Tell her three's a crowd." The moment I said it I wished I hadn't. What kind of an idiot must he think me? A mere schoolgirl doing a Mata Hari! The strangest part of it was that it worked.

"All right," he said, his voice soft now and his eyes took on a weird glitter. "Why don't I do that—if you think it'll be worth my while, of course."

"Oh, it will be, it will be," I assured him, my heart bursting now. I would have jumped into the fire for him at that moment, and when I followed him into the elevator my knees were so weak that I almost fell down a few times. When the door closed I pressed into him and embraced that strong masculine body and breathed in the smell of tobacco and after shave lotion the way I'd dreamed of doing. Mr. Harris caressed my hair but I could tell he was holding himself back for the moment when we'd be in his place— alone!

He told me to wait behind a pillar in the hallway, and then he went into his apartment and closed the door after him. I heard a feminine voice talking and then his deep bass but it was impossible to make out what they were saying. A minute later the door opened and a very attractive woman walked out, her face registering fury. "All right, bastard!" she yelled, glancing back over her shoulder while waiting for the elevator. "Ill go! But don't expect me to come back to you! Damn, this is the last straw. Fucking men. I'm going to turn dyke and forget about all of them, that's for fucking sure!" She stormed into the elevator, and a moment later peace reigned again.

"Come in, Wanda," said Mr. Harris. I was still wondering why he would send such an attractive woman away just to be with me, but the minute he got me alone I found out. "God, I've hoped this would happen," he told me, sitting me down on the couch and coming in very close to me. His arm rested on my shoulder and one hand toyed with my long, blonde hair. "I've looked at you so often, Wanda, and thought how I'd like to get to know you better."

"Have you really, Mr. Harris?"

"Call me Frank. Yes, I have—but I'm sure you know that. Women always know these things ahead of time. I've tried to be cool about it in class but you must have seen my lusting over you."

"Gosh!" I was very flattered and my love or passion for him grew by leaps and bounds. "I'm happy to hear that, Frank... because I've had a lot of thoughts about you, too."

The big bulge in his lap was within touching distance now but I didn't have the nerve to go ahead and seize it. Frank would want to seduce me in his way. All the girls told me men don't like to be swept off their feet. Besides that I was all atremble at the prospect of that snake uncoiling and burrowing into me. He paused for a while, gazing at me with an expression I'd never seen on his face before. He wanted me all right. Naked lust shone in his eyes and my pussy quailed at the very sight of so much desire. His hand moved up and down along my bare arm and squeezed my flesh softly but I sensed he was just biding his time.

He began to tell me how he liked my hair, that it reminded him of flax and that he loved the feel of it when he ran his fingers through it, how big my blue eyes were and how well developed I was compared to the other girls in the class. "In fact" he went on, caressing the outline of my tits on the outside, "you're very well developed compared to most women I know. I've always wanted to know if you wear a special bra or if they're really that firm."

"Why don't you check and see," I said. I found myself a little short of breath at that point. The touch of his hand on my tits was enough to set my pulses racing. No man had touched me there, only I had toyed with my tits and that was hardly the same. I noticed that his hands were unsteady as he undid the buttons of my blouse, and I looked on with a rising sense of pride as he drank my tits in with his lust-filled eyes.

"They're beautiful," he said, swallowing heavily. "Let me take the blouse off altogether, these breasts have to be admired in their proper setting." I leaned forward and he divested me of my blouse in an instant. His hands cupped my breasts gently, seeming to weigh them and then, with a strange little sound coming out of his throat, he pressed his face against them and his tongue licked both nipples in their turn. One half of me was ready to streak away into the land of orgasms but the other half remained on the alert, curious to see what he would do with me. I loved the way he held and kissed my breasts but I liked the way he looked at them even better. He was admiring me with all his heart and that was also a new experience for me. Of course, boys whistled at me in the streets and a lot of them had asked me out on dates, but I had never felt beautiful until that moment. Then I saw myself reflected in Frank's eyes, and I knew clearly that I not only had talent for sex, I also had the required equipment for it.

His tongue aroused exquisite little sensations in my tits that accumulated into dense clouds of pleasure that discharged their burden in flashes of ecstasy, and all I could do was lean back into the couch in abject surrender. I was so happy at that moment. His warm breath brushed along the skin of my tits and excited them more than all the savage mauling I'd treated them to had managed to conjure up. Lamely, I felt his arm through his long sleeved shirt. Somehow that was enough for the time being.

Frank was much more ambitious, though. After he'd regaled my tits with the finest of pleasures, he let one hand stray down my belly to the waistband of my skirt. I became a little tense at that because it suddenly occurred to me that Mr. Harris must be thinking of me as an easy mark. I didn't want him to see me that way, so when his hand began to gather up my skirt in an attempt to reach my thigh, I pushed it away and shook my head as if I meant it. He merely kissed me on the lips and went back to it. Again I pushed him away, but that was enough. When he tried to next time I let my legs relax so that they parted unobtrusively. What the hell, I thought, let him think of me as he will—as long as I can get that big dick of his into my hands nothing matters.

"Beautiful," he murmured over and over. His hands were all over me now, sampling this and that before concentrating on my tits and pussy with considerable skill. His hands were so big and strong, and when he took all of my cunt into the palm of one hand I felt as though I'd swoon with delight. One by one my intense little erotic dreams were coming true. If only I could force myself to touch his dick!

He took my skirt off and then stood up to remove my panties in style. He drew them down slowly, letting them slide along my legs right to the ankles. Then, staring straight at my snatch, he zipped them over my feet and caught me by the heels to open my legs wide. I was kind of embarrassed. After all, no one but the family doctor had seen me in that position. But then I saw the light in his eyes again and I became like putty in his hands. Frank went down on his knees and rested my legs on his shoulders while he shuffled forward with his head coming closer and closer to my pussy. This was an unknown quantity to me, so I gazed at him in fascination. Surely he wasn't going to...?

"Do you mind me doing this?" he asked without taking his eyes off my cunt. "Some girls don't like it, not till they've tried it anyway."

"Oh, go ahead," I said and my voice sounded very high all of a sudden. "I'll try anything." .

"Good." I saw his tongue appear, pink and wet, and then he was into my pussy with his whole face and only that movable tongue distinguished itself by licking and probing while the rest of him brought pressure to bear on my clit and all those other sensitive areas. My head was spinning from all the pleasure that gave me. At first the idea of him wanting to kiss my pussy was enough to throw me into convulsions, but not long after that devilish tongue of his established itself as a major erotic force. It worked its way into my cunt hole and licked where I'd only fingered, then it moved up along the slit till it bumped into my erect clitoris and treated it to totally new delights. I was prepared to lay there all day while he ate my pussy. Unfortunately, just as I was getting to love it better than anything else in the world, Frank looked up and said: "You really liked that, huh?"

"I loved it!" I squealed. "But are you sure it's as much fun for you, Frank?"

"Well, I like it pretty well," he said, "but people ought to be reciprocal about these activities—if you know what I mean?"

I didn't at first but then he took off his shirt and tie, baring a broad, deep chest with hair growing along the breastbone and another trickle of it running down from his flat belly into his pants. Then he undid the belt and zipper and let his pants fall to the floor. Now he only had on briefs, and the bulge in them looked bigger than ever. His knob came all the way up to the elastic waistband, and my breath caught in the back of my throat as I contemplated having that monster between my legs. Surely it wouldn't fit! He took his briefs off and stood before me, arms akimbo, while his cock poked up and out like a flagpole.

"Wow!" I said. It was just as I'd imagined it, brown, with a rosy glans that topped his cock like a hammerhead. His balls hung low and looked like two eggs in a brown pouch that was covered in long brown hair. Frank just stood still but I knew what we both wanted. I sat up and embraced him about his ass to draw him nearer. Now the swollen knob was right in front of my eyes, no imagination, just the real thing, and my mouth opened wide, wider than it had to in my dreams, to accommodate this thick stalk. I couldn't get over how hard and thick it was, yet it was also very sensitive, as I found out when I accidentally bit it.

"Careful, careful!" he said angrily, pulling away. .

"I will be," I said, "but I've never done this before."

"Haven't you?" His anger was instantly displaced by bliss. "Well, just remember to keep your lips between your teeth and my cock and you can't go wrong."

"Okay." For a moment, it was a teacher-pupil relationship, but only for a moment. Then his cock towered up before my eyes once more and my mouth watered copiously as it endeavored to fit as much of the rock-hard meat into itself as was possible. He was too hard and his cock pointed up at too sharp an angle, so I made him sit down and I curled up between his legs. Then, just to realize all of my cocksucking fantasies, I began to draw the tip of my tongue along his cock and balls, savoring the masculine virility of tie throbbing cock and the heavy veins, swallowing his balls for a brief moment's pleasure and breathing in that sweaty, pissy, he-man fragrance that blended so delicately with the smell of his skin and soap. This exploration made it much easier for me. I had the measure of this man, I knew how big his dick was, how wide and how deep it would go, and when I got up on my knees to admit him once more his cock slipped in between my lips easily until it bumped into the back of my palate.

A powerful urge to gag almost ruined the whole act but I fought it back and began to breathe regularly through my nose. The impulse was a violent one but it passed. Frank groaned way down in his belly. I looked at him to find him the picture of happiness. I clamped my lips around his cock and drew them up and down his tautness, inducing a sympathetic rhythm in his loins. It absorbed me so much that I forgot about the urgent demands of my pussy. It was wet and hot, aching to be filled with his hot meat, but everything was secondary to his satisfaction then. My lips and tongue combined to make him a happy man, and the more he groaned and the more he tried to shove his entire prick down my throat, the more I tried to oblige him.

The more he enjoyed himself the more I did, but at a certain point he left me way behind, His hands clasped the back of my head and kept on pushing me down while his cock thrust into my face as though he was fucking it, and his moans turned into bestial grunts. I just struggled to keep up with him, sucking and licking for all I was worth. Nothing had prepared me for the finale, though. One second I had a mouth full of hot cock and the next great dollops of hot cream burst out of it and filled me up, doubly. I couldn't breathe, the stuff choked my throat and even my nose and it seemed that the more of it I swallowed the more streamed out of him. I could feel it trickling down my chin and dripping on my tits, and Frank meanwhile bucked about like a berserk horse, and I thought I would die of several causes in that short stretch of time. But I persisted, swallowing and sucking until all of his sperm was down in my belly except for the overflow. And I wiped that off my chin and tits with the back of my hand, only to lick it off. Frank couldn't be happier.

"Oh baby," he said, shaking his head in wonder, "if this is your first time at blowing I'd love to be around when you get a bit of experience at it."

"I guess it comes naturally to me," I said, still relishing the salty, even spicey taste of his cream. "But now will you make love to me? That's what I want to do most of all."

"As soon as I get my dick up again," he promised, groping around for his cigarettes. I found them for him and lit one.

"How do you get it up again?" I asked.

"Well, there are several ways," he said. The smoke dribbled up to the ceiling in intricate blue lines and he gazed at them absently as he talked. "You can make me feel good by taking it into your mouth again or you can play with it manually, so to speak, or you can turn me on in other ways. Why, haven't you had much to do with men?"

"No," I said, but I didn't go into details. A

girlfriend of mine had told her boyfriend she was a virgin and he immediately resolved not to screw her till they were married. So she'd had to go and he to another guy just to get laid! I wasn't going to make that mistake.

"God, and I thought you were the most popular girl in school! Well, you are obviously but you've done nothing about it."

"Thanks to my brothers my private life is a bit limited," I said, making it lighthearted. "I can't go anywhere without a couple of them trailing me."

I took him limp dick into both my hands and shook it about, not knowing what else to do with it. Frank said nothing, he just kept on smoking his cigarette and gazing into the smoke. I took it into my mouth for a moment and found it was nice and soft now, quite chewy, but I knew better than to use teeth. But I couldn't get into eating him again. I was too restless. My pussy felt as though it would catch fire if something wasn't done about its condition soon. To allay its agony I sat on Frank's right thigh and rubbed it against his hairy muscles there. At once his cock started to swell up and my pussy began to drip with lust. Not long after that, he put out his cigarette and took my tits into his hands to pinch the nipples and squeeze the flesh, as if I needed to be warmed up!

When his cock had reconstructed itself he made me sit on top of it, facing him. My pussy was far too tight to take more than half an inch of his stalk, and I got quite depressed. It was too big! That was all there was to it. He'd never fit inside me and I would have to wait for another opportunity and another man to get myself fucked. Frank didn't seem to be upset, though, which gave me a little hope. His big strong hands held me by the waist and moved me up and down ever so slowly, working his knob into my pussy hole so that the inside flesh was pulled forward and my clitoris got chafed by it. That made me even wetter, though I hadn't thought that possible either. And bit by bit his large organ eased its way into my tight hole, distribute ing the juices to smooth its path, relaxing me to stop my cunt from contracting, and at last his thick knob slipped past the barrier, taking my labia into the hole with it.

Frank's hands came up from under my thighs and pulled my hairy pussy lips back out of the way. He supported me at the same time, lifting me and then shoving his dick deeper into me. So far it was just painful. I was thrilled but apprehensive. How much further could he get without ripping me into two equal halves? I felt as though he was disemboweling me or impaling me on a tree trunk! Yet he kept coming in, patiently, persistently, till half of his cock was inside me.

But then it stopped. His knob bumped into something in my box that was very painful. I bit my lip to stop from crying out because I wanted him to go on in spite of everything. He lifted me a little and then let me drop an inch or so. Something tore deep inside my body and I let out a bloodcurdling yell. Warm fluids sprang up in my cunt and flooded down, past his cock and out of me to drip down on his balls. It was blood. Before Frank saw it, though, it oiled his dick and I sank down on him all the way.

I was crying and laughing at the same time, so happy to have made it and in such God-awful pain that I didn't know what to do. I lay on top of him with my arms around his neck, keeping my cunt clamped about his cock and keeping it very still so the pain would subside. But Frank didn't know what I was going through so he turned us both over until I was on my back on the couch and he was hunched over me with his dick sliding back out of my cunt. I wanted to warn him, to tell him he'd kill me if he pushed his dick back inside, but the words wouldn't come. His cock stopped, the knob barely touching my splayed pussy hole. I held my breath and said goodbye to everyone I knew. His great shaft began to move forward and I held on to him for dear life, not daring to breathe.

It felt wonderful! His dick slid along my cun-tal walls and stroked them the right way, arousing me in a new and maddening way. The pain melted into obscurity and in its place was pure delight. Reality was far preferable to dreams, just then. The weight of his body on top of mine was like a cosmic caress, and the sensation of his thick cock pushing in and out of my cunt and forcing the muscles about the entrance apart, while bringing his bushy pubic bone down on my clitoris, all added up to a pleasure that I couldn't have imagined prior to experiencing it. I clung to him with all my might and let him push me from one level of pleasure to the next. But again, just as I was getting lost in it all, I felt a different sensation, a small geyser of hot stuff breaking loose inside me, and a moment later Frank withdrew.

"Is that all?" I asked, unable to disguise my disappointment.

"I'm afraid so," he said. "That's all for today, anyway. You're welcome to visit me anytime. In fact, I insist on it. Hey, look at that," he exclaimed suddenly, pointing at his cock, "you're having your period, aren't you?"

"No, that's virgin blood," I confessed shyly. . "What? Oh no, don't tell me ... well, 111 be damned!" he grinned. "And I thought you'd been fucked as often as I've eaten breakfast. That goes to show you how wrong you can be, doesn't it?"

"I guess," I shrugged, finding it less than amusing. "By the way, you'd better get me a towel before I ruin your couch."

He hurried to get one and watched me as I wiped the blood and sperm off my pussy. Now that the deed was done I became very worried. What if my brothers had decided to go home early and found me not there? They'd surely rush back to the school and ask around to see if anyone had noticed me doing anything out of the ordinary. The last thing I wanted was for them to discover my secret. They'd beat Frank up, big as he was, and he didn't deserve that at all.

"Can I take a shower before I go," I asked, "you know, just to get rid of the evidence?"

"I'll have one with you," he said, and together we walked into the shower and stood under a cascade of cold water. Once my body was used to the temperature it began to tingle all over in a most sensual way. And seeing Frank all gleaming wet with his pubic hair plastered down to reveal the full outline of his cock, also aroused me. But Frank didn't seem to notice. He washed my back and I washed his but then he got out of the shower and dried himself, content to look at me. I felt let down about that for some reason. I knew he was tired and that his cock didn't want to stand up anymore, but my body overruled my senses. It still needed something, a dessert of some kind, and I knew it wouldn't rest till it got it.

When I told Frank that he became quite annoyed. "Now wait a minute, honey," he said, slipping his pants back on, "you have to learn that a man can only do so much and no more. If you're not satisfied after all we've done together, that means you're just not experienced enough to make the best of it. Don't worry about it for now, you'll soon get the hang of it. And if you really want to get a lot of experience in a short time come around again tomorrow and the next day and the next, as often as you like. Will you do that?"

"Ill see," I said. Even though I didn't know what else he could do I figured there had to be something. He might have rubbed my pussy for a while or he could have sucked on my tits, that would have made me feel better. But he wasn't about to start anything and I had to get home anyway. "I don't know if I'll be able to give my brothers the slip too often."

"You will try, though, won't you?" He looked anxious now.

"Oh sure, as often as I can." I got dressed, checked my appearance in the mirror, and left him standing there. Once outside the apartment building I began to hurry. I wanted to put as much distance between him and me as possible so my brothers would never know who deflowered me, even if they discovered I was no longer in tact. Besides that, I wanted to get home to bring that little extra relief to my system. If Frank wouldn't do it, I had to do it myself, that was all. Some of my girlfriends told me they always masturbated after kissing their boyfriends good night. Otherwise they'd be tense all the following day. Apparently it was a woman's lot to need both men and her own fingers to keep herself happy.

I was relieved to find no one home when I got back. There was a note on the table saying that the folks had gone to visit some relatives in the neighboring town and wouldn't be back till dinner. And the boys were probably still swimming in the lake, frolicking with all the girls from my school. It was all right for them to fuck around but not for me. Well, screw them, I thought bitterly as I made my way up to my room and locked the door. At least this time I had something concrete to fantasize about.

With a sigh I took off my clothes and opened the drapes wide so I could keep an eye on the driveway. The boys had a way of bursting the small lock that safeguarded my privacy, barging in with boisterous good humor, and I didn't want them to catch me at it. The familiar routine began, fixing my mind on Frank's big cock, taking both tits in hand and squeezing them softly until the blood had been warmed up and my loins were itching for a little attention. Then one of the hands snuck down my belly and extended a solitary finger that located my clit and rotated over it slowly but firmly. I could feel the last of my lust getting drawn up to the surface, a heavy lump of it, and I rolled over on my side to clamp my finger between my thighs while the other hand rubbed my tits vigorously. How I longed for Frank at that moment! His hands on my tits, his cock in my pussy, fucking me into oblivion and subduing this deep itch in my pussy once and for all. Ah, but at least I'd been laid once and that meant it would happen again and again and again! My finger snuck into the cunt hole, normally tight and resistant but now wide open and almost sucking the digit into itself. I could hardly wait for the next man. I'd be so much better the second time because I'd know what to expect! I wanted him so much I could feel him inside me! And that was all I needed to get over the last hill. A mild but purging orgasm swept through me and left my body at peace for once. I closed my eyes and savored the warm glow inside me, mindless and content for the moment.

Then the front gate opened and shut and I saw my brothers coming home, their hair wet and towels around their necks. I dressed quickly and opened the lock, then lay down with a hand on my forehead so it would look as though I had a headache. In the back of my mind I started to wonder what would happen if I were to ignore them for once.