Chapter 1
Eighteen-year-old Cherie Tyson could feel Frankie Scarletti's lecherous eyes burning into her smoothly curved ass from behind as he followed her up the stairs carrying her suitcases. Sex seemed to be the only thing the darkly handsome man had had on his mind ever since he had met her in-coming flight from Los Angeles at Kennedy International Airport an hour before. He probably still had that huge bulge in his pants, too, she thought, as familiar, hotly throbbing sensations began to flow down in her tingling pussy. Cherie felt almost naked in her sheer pink silk blouse and light cotton print skirt, and she knew that the older man was staying so far behind her so that he could admire all of her luscious young body. Lord, his mind was so dirty that he probably would sell his soul to fuck her the beautiful blonde fashion model was thinking when, suddenly, a strong gust of wind rushed up the stairwell, sending her skirt flying above her head.
"Holy Shit!" Cherie heard Frankie gasp excitedly from behind her as she quickly pulled her skirt back down and continued up the stairs.
I hope he got a good view of my pink silk panties, she thought, flushing angrily, because it's the last he'll ever see of them!
"You going all the way to the fourth floor?" Frankie said, unable to keep the lecherous amusement out of his voice.
"That's right," Cherie answered, ignoring his tone and trying to sound undaunted and friendly, even though she was embarrassed and did not like the man at all. She knew that she would have to be dealing with him; he was the public relations man for the Gaylord Montague Agency, one of the largest model agencies in New York. Since she had a contract with them, she wanted to do nothing that might make him angry at her. She couldn't have prevented him from seeing her panties when the gust of wind had blown her skirt above her head, or prevent him from drooling, as he surely was, at her smoothly curved asscheeks, slapping warmly against each other, up and down, up and down, as she climbed the Stairs, but she would be damned if she was going to let him think he could do anything else.
"You know the elevator works," he said, panting from the climb.
"I like the exercise," was her response. "It keeps me in shape."
"Yeah, babe, and you look like you get a lot of exercise," he leered through his bated breath. Cherie nodded slightly, seeing that she had been right in her appraisal of him. He was like so many other men she had met. Just because she had a lovely body and took good care of it, almost everyone thought she spent most of her time getting fucked. Well . . . she didn't really care what Frankie Scarletti thought of her, just as long as he didn't try anything she didn't like.
"You're from California, right?" he asked as they reached the fourth floor landing. "If you've never been to New York, you're talkin' to the right person to show you around. Mama and my old man came over from the old country, Sicily, but I was born here in the city and I know it like the back of your ass!"
Cherie stiffened and fumbled through the pocket of her skirt for the key to her new apartment that the doorman had given her, pretending she hadn't heard the young man's lewd comment. She noticed that he had caught up with her and, standing at her door, tried to work the new lock. He moved himself close enough so that she could feel his hot breath on the luscious twin peaks of her large, sensuous tits, and she tried to avoid looking at him as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that he was running his gaze up and down her ripe, eighteen-year-old body.
"Of course, I don't imagine a chick like you would have trouble finding any men, but if you do, well, all you have to do is ring and I'll come running," he said, his eyes fixed on her evenly tanned thighs. "Part of my job."
"Yes . . . yes, I'm sure it is, Mr. Scarletti," she said as she finally got the door opened. She felt much relieved now that she was in her furnished apartment. There was something about the Public Relations, or PR man as he was called in the business, that made her uncomfortable. She wished he weren't so obvious about stripping her with his eyes. Frankie picked up her suitcases and followed her in.
"I hear Kelly Walker got you this place," he said matter-of-factly. "Lives right next door to you. Now there's a hot chick. If I can't help you, she'll be able to, for sure!"
"How do you know about Kelly finding me this place?" she asked, trying to make conversation, even though she still wished he would leave her alone.
"Hey, babe ... I know everyone and everything that goes on in this business. That's my job. Yeah, Kelly told me about you and how she found you an apartment right next to hers."
He stood by the door next to her suitcases, chewing -gum while she wandered though the apartment. Even though she had been told what to expect, she was still pleasantly surprised. There was a living room, small dining room, kitchenette and her bedroom. Cherie glanced over and saw that Frankie was shifting about as though he expected something. "Is there anything you want?" she asked, hoping now that he would take the hint and leave.
"Climbing those stairs sort of took a lot out of me," he told her, his eyes focused on her thighs rather than her sky-blue eyes. "It sure makes a guy thirsty."
"I suppose you want a drink," she said coldly. "But as you know, I'm just moving in and haven't any liquor. Besides, I don't drink. Except socially."
"Too bad . . . everybody's gotta have some fun sometimes," he said, his eyes trailing slowly up to her large sensuous tits.
Cherie was totally put off by his approach, but she said nothing. If he thought that he was impressing her by his constant references to sex, and stripping her naked with his dark, lecherous eyes, the man had a shock coming. It'd be a cold day in hell before she'd ever let him fuck her pussy!
"Have you ever met Kelly?" he asked as he saw her eyes drop accidentally to his crotch and then widen in alarm as the voluptuous blonde saw the obscene bulge in his pants.
"No ... no, I haven't met her. Is she nice?" Cherie flushed.
"Well . . . like I say, if you have any trouble getting dates, you can probably have one of hers. She's got so many offers she doesn't know what to do with them half of the time."
Cherie picked up one of her suitcases and carried it into the bedroom. "Of course, I don't think you'll have any problems in that department," he shouted after her.
"Thank you for picking me up at the airport," she said as she reentered the room. "Now, if you don't mind, Mister Scarletti, I'd like to get settled."
"Sure, but call me Frankie," he said as he backed out so as not to miss one last fleeting look at her shapely young body. "Don't forget now. I live in the building too, and am as close as the telephone."
"Don't worry," she said as she closed the door. "I won't forget." After the door was closed, she locked it, sighing. The man was unbelievable, and she hoped she wouldn't have to be around him very often when she was working. She certainly wasn't going to encourage his friendship, either. Well, enough of that, she had her unpacking to do.
But before I get settled, she thought to herself, I want to take a long, hot bath and relax.
Taking a towel and robe from her suitcase, the voluptuous blonde entered the bathroom and drew the water in the tub, quickly taking her clothes off. Once she was naked, she felt much better. She had been wearing the same clothes all morning and most of the afternoon on the plane from Los Angeles, and she was glad to be rid of them for now. She had never been on an airplane before, and the trip had been sheer hell. The take-off had been delayed for over three hours because some joker had called in a bomb threat. The airline had had to unload all the baggage and passengers and search them thoroughly. Cherie, herself, had been taken into a room and had had to strip naked in front of two lecherous lesbian security guards who had made off-color jokes about her being a bombshell!
As Cherie listened to the water filling the tub, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length bathroom mirror. Well, the two women had been right; her body really was beautiful. She ran her hand through her shoulder-length, golden blonde hair, pulling it away from her face. The soft fluorescent light bathed her nipples and danced on her huge, nakedly billowing tits. Even though she was tired from the trip and had not applied any makeup, her pretty heart-shaped face did not show it. That was one of the reasons why the agency had jumped at the chance to sign her on. Artificiality was out, the natural "California look" was in, they had raved.
Cherie playfully turned to one side, casting an admiring glance at her voluptuously naked profile. She looked down to her hugely billowing young tits and the girlish arc of her slender, hour glass waist, her eyes resting on her flaring hips, then tracing a casual path across her soft, golden-haired cuntlips down to the full, well-formed thighs that tapered to thin, delicate calves. She stood like that for a moment, her classically sculpted young woman's body catching the soft reflection of the white bathroom tile in the mirror and exuding a luxuriant glow of good health and youthfully ripe female sexuality all its own.
In spite of herself, she could easily understand why Frankie Scarletti had been leering at her and trying to strip her naked and fuck her . . . just as she understood why almost every man leered at her and wanted her naked. There were times when being beautiful was as much a curse as it was a blessing, but as long as she was endowed with such a lushly ripened body, she was determined that she would keep it in as good a condition as she could. People would just have to learn that she did not hop into bed and let any man who came along fuck her, even though she looked like she might. Her azure blue eyes, classical nose, and full ripe mouth with its lower hp protruding slightly into a coy little pout, added up to a teasing sensuality that was simply not part of her personality. There was nothing she could do about it if someone wanted to lust after her near virginal little cunt. She had learned that as early as junior high school. There was more to sex than just looking like a good hot fuck. She had to have strong feelings for whomever she slept with. Anything else was cheating. The boys at Washington High back in Bakersfield had learned that, and she had acted that way in Los Angeles. She wasn't going to change now, just because she was starting up the ladder to fame.
Yes, you'll be famous someday, you beautiful California girl, she thought smugly to herself as she lowered her curvaceous young body into the now full tub of bubbling tepid water. Somehow, the cleanliness of the bath seemed to be a sort of baptism. Relaxing her body for the first time all day, she raised her legs so that her softly curling pussy hairs were exposed, gold and glistening with the bath water. Her hand wandered of its own accord over the firm, sensuously floating titties, down across her submerged, tanned little belly to the softness of her cunt. Her fingers pressed at it for a teasing moment, slowly circling the tender pink pussy in a smooth oval over the hair-rimmed pussy lips, and then slid down to caress her firm, full thighs.
Cherie Tyson saw this bath as the second step in the beginning of her new life. Her boyfriend, Spencer, a well-known fashion photographer in his early thirties, had been in Rome and Paris for months now. She had met him in her senior year when he had come to her High School to speak about careers in photography. He had seen her at the back of the class, listening attentively, and after his lecture, had started a conversation with her. That's how it had all begun. He had asked her out that night, and she had accepted, much to the disapproval of her strict parents who felt that Spencer was much too old and would be a bad influence on her. He had told her that her body was healthy and beautiful, that she had fire and excitement in her eyes and that she was just the girl he was looking for to shoot the layout for Baby Bonnie fashions. She had fallen madly in love, and had run away to Los Angeles with him.
How I miss his huge cock fucking in and out of my pussy, she thought lovingly, as she ran her washcloth over the smooth curves of her body. Suddenly her mind wandered back to the first time she and Spencer had fucked. Even though there had been a good deal of petting before and after she had run off with him, she had been determined that she would wait until after she was married before she went "all the way" with a man. That afternoon . . . her first cunt-sizzling cum with a man had been sheer heaven. Alone in the studio shooting stills for the Baby Bonnie layout, Spencer had approached her, his hands caressing her sensuously throbbing tits through the sheer nightie she had been wearing. Then, he had reached under the bottom hem, and massaged her nakedly quivering titties into a warm tingly hardness. Finally, he had taken one of her ruby-colored nipples in his mouth and sucked, going farther than she ever had with him before . . . with any boy before.
The gentle licking of his tongue swirling around her hotly erect nipple had made her pussy tingle all over and had driven her nearly insane, and she hardly noticed when his hand had slipped down and begun moving up between the creamlike whiteness of her hotly parted legs. She recalled now that she had frozen, her hands clenched down against his muscular chest at that moment as she fought him with all the fears of her first fucking, for she knew that she had lost all control. Yet he had been gentle, and she had finally overcome her fears.
Cherie smiled as she slid the washcloth up over her hips and then down softly through the water, until it covered the golden shield of pussy hairs spreading in a small enticing triangle over the sheath of her quivering cunt.
That first passionate time she had ever fucked had been total heaven, even though there had still been the fear of the unknown. She had never seen a man's cock before. But his hands had kept stroking at her, roving the full length of her lush young body, over the smooth plane of her belly and down to the pan-tie-covered softness of her cunt hair. It had felt just the way her pussy-exciting fingers caressing gently at her hotly quivering cunt felt now, and she had not squirmed or tried to pull away, as she had thought she might.
Finally Spencer had wormed his outstretched middle finger beneath the tight elastic cuntband of the black baby-doll panties and found her warm, moist pussy slit. His lewdly searching finger had caused a heated tingling sensation down there in her virginal cunt that she had never experienced before . . . not even when she had finger fucked her own pussy, and she had pushed her smoothly curved belly forward against him in lewd abandon.
Even now the memory of that first time sent more chills of quivering pleasure racing through her cock-hungry cunt. She recalled the metallic sound of his zipper being released and the sudden thrilling sensation of his hotly throbbing prick pulsing lewdly against her naked thigh.
That had been the first time she had ever experienced the touch of a man's cock and it had momentarily alarmed her . . . and sometimes still did when she thought about it. She had backed away coyly on the bed in the studio they had been using as a prop for the stills, and his hands reached out to her own, gently pulling them around his hugely throbbing cockflesh and moving them up and down his long, thick hardness. Then his finger had wormed itself part way into her moistly quivering little cunt, and he had been encouraged by the warm wetness that dampened the blonde, curling pussy hair that hid her desire-swollen cuntlips.
In the next instant, he had pulled down his pants, and she excitedly recalled now the huge profile of his erect cock seen for the first time in the soft light of the studio. She remembered how he had risen over her and gently spread her young thighs apart, still standing, then thrust the blunt, lust-swollen cockhead beside the partially pulled aside cuntband of her black baby-doll panties until the heatedly pulsating tip had rested against her naked pussylips. He had pressed her fingers around his hardened cock again, and instinctively she had adjusted the cuntband of her panties so that her hand fit entirely around the rigidly growing rod of his cock and she had guided it up toward her moistly quivering little pussy.
Cherie swirled the washcloth around her pink glistening cunt, splashing water in gentle waves against her thighs as she remembered him fucking his single outstretched finger into her pussy while his long thick cock lay close beside, and she recalled how she had lurched back in sudden fear when he had stretched the fragile ring of her still intact little cherry. He had been hunched up halfway on top of her, and then had suddenly tried to roll over her, and against the pain she had clamped her legs and thighs tightly together, trapping the rigid shaft of his cock between them. Spencer had eagerly fucked forward again and tried to force his lust-swollen prick into the tiny opening, and then he had managed to slip the hotly throbbing cockhead under the cuntband of her panties, and he was fucking into her openly spread cunt, ripping her cherry painfully!
At first the searing pain had been more than she thought she could bear, but it had passed, and she had been left with the delightful sensations from Spencer's rock-hard cock fucking into her tightly gripping little pussy, fucking hard and deep as her nearly naked body thrashed wildly like a wounded fish beneath his cunt-splitting hardness.
"Ooooooohhh. Oooohhh. Ooooooohhh!" she had cried. "Fuck my pussy . . . yes . . . like that . . . ooooooh, fuck my little pussy!"
She had given herself to him totally after that . . . totally and without reservation. The heaving moons of her asscheeks had pounded and pitched crazily on the mattress beneath them and she had been washed away by the flood of hot pussy juices flowing around his savagely fucking cock. His searing cum had finally mingled with hers, overflowed from her hot juicy cunt, and coated her already matted pussy hairs and thighs with his obscenely spewing whiteness.
Cherie stopped moving the cloth around her now excitedly throbbing cunt, not wanting to defame the delightful memory she had of that first time. Even though that had been the first time she had ever been fucked by a man "all the way" . . . and it had been wonderful . . . many new and different sensations had been awakened down there in her pussy.
The next morning, she had still been incredulous. She had woken up in her lonely room, for she had insisted Spencer take her home and go back to his own apartment, and looked out the window at the sunny California sky, not wanting to get up, preferring to lie languidly alone and think about the day before. She had slowly pushed the confining sheet off with her feet and, looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall facing the bed, stretched voluptuously in the sunlight flooding the room.
Her short, almost transparent, clinging white nightie hid practically nothing of her voluptuous naked young body beneath. The firm peaks of her thrusting titties formed small tents in the fabric with the tiny erect nipples serving as little struts. Her skin showed through the flimsy fabric, a smooth creamy tan color. The dipping swirl of her tiny rounded navel moved evenly up and down with her light breathing, and her taut, smooth belly formed a slight arch to the small triangle of softly curling, blonde pussy hair and her full hips. Her large blue eyes had a dreamy look, and her velvet-lipped mouth was slightly parted in an imitation of the little vertical smile on her pussy lips up between her beautifully curved legs. Cherie arched her back delightedly as she stretched, forcing her softly quivering tits up and causing the rounded globes of her asscheeks to press firmly into the mattress.
Spencer Stanton-her very own boyfriend-a famous fashion photographer, had told her she was the most beautiful model he had ever seen. And he had said that he had looked over more than two hundred young women's portfolios, some of them real professionals, before he had found her. Her pussy had tingled with excitement when she had remembered his deep voice telling her that soon her face and body would be on the covers of Vogue and a poster of hers would be pinned across Farrah's. She never wanted anything else now but to model. She had wanted, then, more than anything, to become famous and rich, but ...
"I'm sure you are already aware of this, Cherie," he had said. "On this level, modeling is not a way of making a living, it's a way of life. You have to give everything you've got or you won't get to the top." She had nodded her eager agreement, and felt shyly that there was a lot more to what he was saying than he was spelling out.
Cherie rolled slowly over onto her side in the bath as she remembered, pulling up one knee revealingly so that the softly curling strands of young, blonde pussy hair up between her firm-fleshed thighs showed at the top of her long, slimly tapered legs. Her whole body was aching with a feverish little hunger, and she didn't know what to do to stop the tantalizing ache. She traced her fingers down over the flowing mound of her hip and traced the curve of her narrow waist up to her softly fleshed tittie, cupping it lightly in the palm of her hand. That feels a little bit better, she thought hotly as her memory went back to the last night she had gone out with Spencer, and the thought continued on with her now in the quietness of her bath. After a delicious dinner at Chasen's on Beverly Drive, sitting at a table right next to Frank Sinatra, Spencer had driven her out to Mulholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills, overlooking all of Hollywood and Los Angeles. This was where, he had explained, he had always taken the chicks when he was in high school. She hadn't wanted to go, but he had driven there resolutely.
Spencer had started off as usual, telling her how beautiful she was, softly kissing tenderly at the lobe of her ear. Spencer could drive her nearly crazy, and he always did it when she wasn't really in the mood to play around. She had kept staring straight ahead while he whispered airily into the silkiness of her golden hair, praying inwardly that her body would refuse to respond to him as he ran his moistly heated tongue around the inner folds of her ear.
Soon she had been nervously breathing a little faster, and he had teasingly wormed his tongue-tip as far as it would go into her ear, at the same time moving his hand stealthily from her bare white shoulder to cup her hotly trembling tittie still encased in her tightly restraining bra. Cherie remembered how her pink-tipped nipple had begun to harden under his gently pinching fingers and the fiery glow begin up in her pussy. It always made her so ashamed that she couldn't keep herself from becoming wildly excited when he touched her. She had been taught by her mother that she should never even let a boy's hands touch her body, but her cunt would nevertheless get so heated up in spite of herself that she would almost completely lose control. She would shamelessly begin to revel in whatever he tried to do to her.
Spencer had teasingly urged the uprising nipple to a hardened firmness and ran his nibbling lips along the unprotected nape of her neck. Cherie had twisted nervously on the car seat with a small complaining moan, and she had known that Spencer had known she was heatedly waking up to his caresses despite her hesitancy.
"Oh, Jesus, Cherie..." he had growled and reached under the warm back of her now loosened blouse to unhook her lace bra. His nails had run lightly over the bare skin of her naked back as he had reached surely up to the clasp, and she had shuddered in anticipation. The large bulge of his heavily pulsing cock in his imprisoning pants had already been excitedly clamoring for her attention, but he had not seemed to want to rush her.
Her bra was loose now, useless, and he had furtively slipped his hand under her smooth, white-skinned arm and firmly cupped her quivering tit, the hard little nipple warm and firmly erect between his grasping second and third fingers. Cherie had made a low, stricken sound deep in her throat and twisted her eager young body so that her legs were pressed tightly against his. Her heatedly throbbing cunt had begun hot little circular movements that she could barely control, though she reviled herself violently for her shameless reaction to his hands. His gentle tweaking of her cresting nipple had flared a torch-like sensation up into her tight young pussy, and Cherie had reserved a part of her mind with which to stop him before he could go too far. She hadn't wanted to lose control as she had that one day in the studio. She had her morals, she was a "good girl" and had vowed never to go all the way again with a man until she was married. She could remember feeling her racing pulse throb almost unbearably down in her hot cunt, and she had rubbed her knees together to brazenly squeeze the hot pleasure point up between the now fully moistened lips of her pussy.
She had pressed with her hotly perspiring hands on the back of Spencer's neck and heatedly pulled his wet, sucking mouth away from her naked, softly trembling tittie and up to her lips, feeling the cool night air flowing over her saliva-wet nipple. Her searching tongue had thrust immediately into his half-opened mouth and sought his own, their sexually heated saliva mixing wetly. Spencer's tongue had snaked forward, pushing hers back and she had closed her teeth on it loosely, sucking at it voraciously, as she wanted it touching her all the way back in her throat. He had breathed heavily on her silken cheek, and this had excited her even more. She had groaned hopelessly up into his mouth and pressed her back into the corner of the seat, pulling him with her, and she had spread her legs wide apart, one knee high up on the back of the seat, the other stretched out full length under the dashboard.
Spencer had begun grinding his eager pelvis slowly and hungrily into her body steaming pussy, and pressed his hard, throbbing cock forcefully against her widespread young cunt. Cherie knew that he could feel the torrid sexual heat being generated by her sensuously aroused pussy all the way through her restraining panties and his pants.
Spencer had held both her full, nakedly billowing tits in his massaging hands, his own chest pressing urgently against them as he unrestrainedly ground and rubbed his thickly pulsing cock against her pan-tie-covered pussy. His cum-swollen balls had seemed to be on fire, filling with a hot impatience, swelling his lust-hardened cock with even more of the great, unbearable hardness inside his tightly filled shorts.
Cherie remembered that she had been panting in frenzied excitement when he had suddenly rolled on his side on the seat and pulled her down roughly beside him, slipping her blouse and loose bra up beneath her armpits, revealing her sensuously throbbing titties in all their naked glory, the small pink nipples nearly bursting in aching hardness. At the same time he had put his head down closer to the heaving white orbs and began circling the tiny erect nipples with his wetly quivering tongue, occasionally nipping the firm red buds with his teeth. His insistent hand had caressed the soft inner flesh of her thighs and pressed into her body pulsing crevice to feel the warm pussy juices dampening the cuntband of her thin nylon panties.
"Ohhhhh . . . Spencer. Nooooooo. I can't stand it!" she had moaned, helplessly, her eyes closed tightly, her head thrown back in shameless abandon. "Push your fingers harder against my panties down there. Ooooohhhh. Harder. Harder!"
Cherie had felt her erect, throbbing clitty jerking body against his pressing hand, and she had ground her pussy wantonly up into it, rhythmically churning her firmly rounded hips on the seat below. His wet lips were burning her hotly quivering titties, and she had brushed them up against his face, feeling his nose and his chin sinking into her taut, resilient flesh.
Against her thigh, his virile, lust-hardened cock had rubbed up and down, up and down, and she had pushed her hips forward into the thickly bulging shaft as he groaned deliciously in pleasure over the savory feast of her nakedly throbbing tits.
"Spread your legs wide," Spencer had ordered suddenly, hissing against her hardened nipple, and he had slipped two fingers into her body flowing pussy lips, pressing them lengthwise over the moist little cunthole. Cherie had ground her cunt down on his invading fingers as hard as she could, and the insides of her smooth, fleshy thighs had shuddered in ecstasy. He had turned his hand and slipped his outstretched middle finger under the tight elastic cunt-band of her panties and into the softly curling pussy hairs now wet with her excitedly flowing juices. She had shivered in uncontrollable excitement and arched her back as the probing fingers had moved teasingly around the moist, swollen lips of her cunthole, teasing at the thin, blonde, curling pussy hairs, flicking body across the passion-drenched little split up between her thighs. Finally she had ground her pelvis upward and found his fingers further under her panties to touch the sensitively vibrant clitoris; he had circled it lightly before slipping his middle finger deep down into the well-juiced hole of her eager young cunt
Cherie had shuddered and sighed even as she recoiled from the brutal force of his remorseless probing, and then had pushed her heatedly quivering pussy back down onto the impaling middle finger. He had shoved at the hotly pulsating little pussy hole, and felt it sucking hungrily back at his fingertips. Her hips were grinding wildly up against him now, and her beautifully curved tits were heaving their fleshy whiteness into contact with his face as he nipped and sucked at the budlike nipples harder and harder.
At last he had felt what he had been aching for. Cherie had begun scrabbling at his belt line, trying to get under to grab his heavily throbbing cock. He had shifted to help her and in his lust-swollen balls he had felt a sudden flash of heat from the boiling cum building up inside them. Then she had unbuckled his belt and her self-willed fingers had slipped slowly down inside his enclosing shorts, her pink lacquered nails rubbing lightly through the crisp dark half on his belly until her fingers found and circled around the heatedly pulsating tip of his long, thickly throbbing cock.
"Ohhhhh, God," he groaned. "Squeeze it, Cherie. Play with it. Play with my prick, Cherie!"
Slowly, tantalizingly, she had run her nails all around the thick pulsing head of his cock and pinched it from time to time, making wantonly incoherent sounds in her throat as she twisted impatiently on the seat. She had explored the smooth rubbery skin of the head and etched her pink nails around the sensitive little rim beneath it, the soft palm of her hand pressing teasingly against the ever-moistening tip of his painfully jerking hardness.
Cherie had stopped writhing for a moment as she concentrated lewdly on his thickly pulsating prick, making a tight, cunt-Like circle of her fingers that moved tantalizingly and slowly down the full fiery length of his lust-hardened cock until she had felt the bristling hair on his cum-swollen balls. Gently, with great consideration for his pleasure, she had cupped his aching balls in her hand and squeezed them. His now slightly oozing cockhead had trembled against her forearm.
As she had begun stroking and pulling more intensely at his balls, pausing sometimes to clasp the excitedly quivering cock and massage the loose outer skin up and down, Spencer had continued carefully stroking her slickly gripping cunt, his middle finger worming farther up inside the moisture-covered lips until it was finally fucked all the way up to the palm of his hand into the greedily sucking little hole. He had pulled reluctantly away from the inward suction to press forward with his hot, intruding knuckles tight up against her body vibrating clitoris.
Cherie had squirmed her cunt around on his obscenely insistent finger, and Spencer had been suddenly inflamed beyond control. He had slipped his pants and shorts down a little more at the same time, then leaned over her, grinning lewdly, as he kissed her wetly glistening lips, all the while holding his stiffly throbbing cock in his hand.
Having pulled her panty cuntband aside again, he had searched for the throbbing, passion-soaked pussy slit with his thumb and touched the head of his painfully throbbing cock to her near virginal young pussy, and she had known that he could feel her hot cunt juices wet and heated against the tip of it. He had begun sliding it up and down the entire moistly pulsating pussy slit, probing teasingly, making her moan passionately.
Cherie had found his cock with her fingers and had explored it with the same sense of obscene wonder she had felt the first time she had allowed her hand to be put there.
Now that she knew his cock well, knew what he liked for her hands to do to him, knew what it would do when taken to the raging limit, his massively throbbing cockshaft had inflamed her hot young cunt even more than his lewdly teasing hands ever could.
She had found the tiny thin slit in the end of it and had used her thumb to rub the flowing pussy juices around the pulsing tip. She had stroked down the full vibrating length of the excitedly quivering prick and palmed the heavy, cum-filled softness of his balls, and her already wildly quivering cunt had grown even hotter and wetter. He's finger-fucking my cunt! she had thought, with a thrill of excitement
He's playing with my pussy. And I'm tickling his cock and balls! She had wondered wickedly what he would think if she used those dirty words out loud, but she hadn't dared shape the words with her mouth. His lewdly worming finger was urging her moist young pussy to open wide and suck wetly against his hand as the body sucking lips of his mouth nipped at her pebble-hard nipples. Spencer had pushed her back flat onto the cream colored leather of the car seat and leaned forward to pull down his pants all the way off so that she could get to his excitedly jerking cock more easily.
Cherie had known instinctively that he would soon be cumming now, and had wanted it to go on longer.
She remembered the rock-hard length coming free of its restraints and standing up eagerly in the moonlight, his white, hot pre-cum lubricating the shining tip. She had wanted him to start finger-fucking her hungrily waiting pussy again, and bring her to a rocketing cum. She had closed her eyes tightly, thinking prick, cunt, pussy, cock, tits. Then she had felt him moving back into place. Something blunt and hard had nosed against the entrance of her curl-fringed cunt lips.
"No! Spencer, no! I won't let you. I told you, you could never fuck my pussy again." She had felt the invading tip of his heavily pulsing cock touch the body aching little spot between her wide-stretched legs and had almost let him do it again, almost let herself think he was pushing with his finger, so much had she wanted his huge, desire-hardened cock to fuck into her cunt. But she had pushed him away by his hip bones and sat up, her large, nakedly heaving titties squeezing tightly against each other.
"Oh God, Spencer, I told you, you could never do that again. Take me home," she had said, pulling down her blouse over the luscious white mounds of her tits.
"Cherie, I'm dying. I've got to fuck my cock into your cunt!"
"Home, I said." Her voice had not carried real conviction, and she had known that Spencer had known that this only meant that if he would settle for what they usually did, she would go along. He had resigned himself to that, resenting her interruption, and had resolved to get back at her somehow while he was persuading her to stay. When she had relented, he had suddenly kissed her hard, their tongues lashing hotly together in their mouths, her hands feverishly drawing his kneading fingers onto her tits.
He had milked hungrily at the huge, young mounds as she stroked his thick, long cock with both hands, dipping down lower to the softness of his cum-swollen balls with each lust-inciting stroke.
"Now let's do it a different way," she had said with a wicked little grin on her lips. His mouth had come away from hers as he had thrust his aching prick into her teasingly working hands.
She had raised up higher on the seat and slipped her flimsy white panties down over the smooth white globes of her asscheeks, slowly inching them off, handing them finally to Spencer. He had reached out and dropped their silky softness, perfumed heavily by her body juicing cunt, on the dashboard and she had leaned back expectantly. She had pulled her skirt up to her waist and had leaned back seductively against the door and looked at him with another wicked, suggestive little smile as she had reached down to touch her own hotly steaming pussy juice with one hand while with the other she had moved to stroke her own nakedly throbbing tits. She had pinched hard at one of the firm erect nipples and then at the other, still smiling at him, licking her lipstick-glistening lips.
Spencer had watched her take off her silken panties, smiling as he looked at her smoothly curved young ass. Suddenly the cum had seemed about to geyser its way right out of his balls, and when she had touched the hair-rimmed lips of her hot little pussy before his eyes, the head of his prick jerked and more of the clear white cream bubbled out of the open little slit in its hugely swelling head. He had squeezed his ass tightly together and concentrated on the way she had cupped her own hot little pussy and was finger-fucking herself up inside her widely spread cunthole.
As she had fondled her own titties, her eyes ecstatically closed, her fingers searching and finally finding her hot, moist clitoris, the straining pink trigger of her cunt slit, she had known he was thinking that she was such a hot piece of ass that someday she would surely give in to him again. Her tongue-moistened lips had opened wider then, and she was breathing harder, her fingers rubbing her hot, eager young pussy and moving in a definite rhythm matched by the lewdly displayed swaying of her hips. The firm globular mounds of her young asscheeks had ground down against the car seat, and she remembered that she had felt the cool sensation against the naked little pucker of her asshole. Tentatively, Spencer had touched the body blazing length of his cock, and she had opened her eyes wide to look at his hand circling his own rigid prick.
"Yes, honey. Do that. I want to watch you do that while I . . ." She had wanted to say something dirty, but she had been afraid of what he would think of her. "Talk dirty to me about what we're doing, Spencer, talk dirty to me!"
She had never asked him to do that before, but she had been so damned hot! Her hungrily clasping little pussy had been gushing out all over her fingers and her body throbbing tits had felt like they would burst. She had looked down and seen them, ripe white fruits with tiny erect nipples vibrating nakedly in the air. She had seen Spencer's hand curl around the rigidness of his cock and move up and down again. "Ohhhhh ... I love to see you do that, Spencer, I love to see your hand on your. ... "
She stopped speaking again, not able to say the word out loud.
"You love to see me skinning my cock back and forth," Spencer had snarled at her, a sudden note of frustrated cruelty in his voice. "Is that it? You don't want me to fuck you, you hot little bitch, but you like to spread your legs and finger fuck your pussy in front of me, don't you? You like to watch me jerking off my prick, and say things like 'fuck' and 'cock,' but ... "
Suddenly he had tightened his hand around his throbbing prick and started pumping his cock faster and harder. She had been watching him with widely bulging eyes and fingering her wide-stretched young pussy in a wanton frenzy, too, and she had squeezed her firm ripe titties until it seemed that the two would burst and explode in his viciously accusing face.
"Ohhhh. Ohhhhhh. Cherie, Cherie baby, I'm dimming. I'm cummmmmmmmming!"
She had leaned forward, still rhythmically fingering her little aching cunt and had grasped for his body jerking balls, kneading them feverishly while he came. She had felt them jerking and the cum throbbing up out of them and the lewdness of what she was doing had made the bud of her clitoris quiver wildly under her desperately fucking fingers. She had watched the huge expanding head of his crazily pulsating rod flare and pulse uncontrollably as the cum had spurted thickly out, and, grabbing them from the dashboard, he had caught it in the white silky fabric of her panties. He had groaned deeply in his throat, still fucking the rigidly throbbing cock into the silk of her panties around it as suddenly she felt the frenetic beginning of her own cum.
"Ohhh, God, Spencer, I'm cumming too! I'm cumming too!" She had leaned her head back on the window of the car in obsessed abandon and thrust her desperately quivering pussy out at him. She had wanted him to see her doing this sinful thing, she had wanted him to watch her finger fucking herself; she knew it was dirty and forbidden and she had wanted him to see her do it!
She had felt her pussy juices flooding out of the hot, open little slit of her cunt, flowing down over her hand. "I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming. Blow on my pussy, Spencer! I'm cummmmmmmmmming!"
Her softly curved asscheeks had jerked and quivered crazily as she had fucked into her pussy harder and harder, and then Spencer's head was down there by her exploding young cunt and he had blown his hot breath over its desperately grinding wetness as she finger fucked herself wildly to ever-increasing heights of ecstasy.
It had been too good, it had been almost more than she could bear, her tiny pink clitoris quivering insanely under the hot blast of his excited breath.
The cum had seemed to run out of every pore in her finger-ravaged cunt. She had thought she was through for a moment and clutched tightly at the wetly flooded curls of her cunt hair when Spencer had put his hand on top of hers and said; "Finger it more, you hot little bitch. Keep on finger-fucking. You like to finger fuck your hot juicy little cunt, so do it, hot little bitch. Fuck it, finger fuck it!" His hand had pushed down against hers and the two of them had had her eager young pussy going again, and again, and again.
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh! Spencer, help me, help me finger fuck myself. Help me cum. Ohhhh, honey, I'm cumming again. I'm cummmmmming! Prick! Cunt! Cock! Balls! I'm cummmmmming!"
She had felt every nerve-ending in her young body blossom into firecrackers of unbelievable ecstasy and her again body exploding pussy had pulsed like a blinking red light in between her passion-drained legs. She had felt weak and leaned forward, resting her head on Spencer's legs, holding his now limp cock in her cum-drenched hand. She had thought she must have passed out for a few minutes, and when she came to herself she had been afraid to raise her head and look at him. She had kept her eyes closed and cursed herself unmercifully for losing control. How could she have said those awful, disgusting things in front of him? He must think she was a terrible person after that! Slowly she had taken her self-offending hand from his deflated cock and moved to the other side of the seat without facing him and begun to recover her scattered clothes. She had felt so horribly humiliated. She could barely control herself whenever Spencer put his hands on her. She should have known that by now. And then to say all those filthy, unthinkable words. God, he must really think she was a slut.
He must have been dressing at the same time without her noticing it, because by the time she had sat down fully clothed in the seat, staring dully and ashamedly at the bright lights of Hollywood in the distance in front of them, the engine had roared to life and he had whipped the car around and started driving away furiously without saying a word.
When he had squealed to a stop in front of her place, he had turned to her and said, "Listen Cherie, I've had about all of this I can take. Why don't we just skip seeing each other for a while. I mean, it's been fun, but I've about had it. Somebody is going to really fuck the hell out of you some day and I wouldn't mind being the one to do a good job of it, but I'm going to be free-wheeling for a while before I lose my temper completely and rape-fuck the shit out of you."
She had cried and told him he needn't worry, that she was so ashamed she didn't want to see him any more, and besides she was going away to New York for a modeling job.
He had been racing the engine impatiently with his foot. She had gotten out and closed the door with a bang. As she had started the walk up to the dark apartment, he had called her back and she leaned in at the window.
"Better take these with you," he had said, and thrown the tiny bundle of silken white panties to her so that they struck her in the face and she could feel the wetness of virile young cum smeared in them. Then he had dug up the gravel on the drive as he sped off into the dark night
As Cherie lay in her bath thinking about that last night with Spencer once again, she found her neglected young pussy coming to life and stole her hand slowly down to her cunt to relieve the aching and burning. She ground her awakening pussy slowly up toward her searching hand and flexed the smoothly rounded flesh of her asscheeks ...