Chapter 1
This was definitely the biggest turn-on so far in her almost eighteen years. Eighteen years spent in being shifted from one safe cloister to another. And always with someone to watch over her. Making sure she did not go astray. Making sure she kept herself a good, sweet little girl.
But all this merely added fuel to the fire that raged within little Lisa. Lovely little Lisa, that's what everyone dubbed her. Lovely little Lisa with the sweet angelic face! The cute all-American princess who could do no wrong. Who always followed the straight and narrow. The example for all those others to pattern themselves after. A paragon of virtue!
If only they knew! Knew about that raging hot, very volatile volcano that steamed inside her body. That kept her awake at nights tossing and turning. And sweating it out until she sought the satisfaction of her own fingers. Her lithe fingers walking around her pretty pussy, walking and running and massaging that hot cunt of hers until, at last, finding some inner peace, she went off to sleep. But give or take the very few close friends she had, no one knew of this side of lovely little Lisa.
Soon she would change all that! No more keeping the lid on things. If she had her way, well...
Lisa couldn't decide what was getting her hotter, the thoughts searing through her mind, or the little scene unfolding right before her wide, amazed eyes, at that very moment. This was the world that she wanted so much to be a vital part of. Not that fairy-tale illusion that all her father's money had created. That only served to keep her out of touch with the real world-the real world where she could have cock, in all its infinite variety of size and shape, length and thickness, with all the diverse variations of capability and caliber. Cock, glorious cock, to whom she sang a morning hymnal of praise. Cock, so illusive for all of her life. But now a distinct reality, a very genuine possibility. Cock would be hers, all hers till the end of all time! She and cock would be one!
The best things in life are not the ones people sit down and meticulously plan. No siree, they are the things that happen quite by accident. As if the hand of Fate reaches down and touches your very life at that time.
And just such a thing had happened to lovely little Lisa! Her beautiful red Mercedes 450 SL had wandered into a ditch and help was needed to right the poor car again. Well, it was not as if the car had ditched itself with no help from the driver. If her hot little hands were where they should have been, on the wheel and not down in her sweet tight juicy cunt, and if she hadn't chosen to come just as the road took a sharp turn, and if her . . . But that's another story.
We should look at the facts. And these they were.
It was one of the very few times she'd been allowed out of the house all by herself. And like we said, the Mercedes was ditched. She could wait for help, some passing motorist could always be counted on to inform the Highway Patrol, or a black-. and-white would cruise by. Or she could go find it
The second possibility seemed the better since it would eliminate any embarrassing questions from the powers that be. And too, she was in luck. Not more than fifty yards ahead of her was a house lit up like a Christmas tree. Surely there'd be two strong men about. Merely thinking about two strong men set her insatiable pussy to juicing up again. If there were not more pressing business at hand, her fingers would call the plays again. But there was the problem of the car.
She covered the distance to the house quickly and was just about to knock on the door when a voice materialized from a big chair on the front porch.
"Wow! Ma-a-a-a-an! What a looker! When Jerry picks 'em, he sure picks out the best!" The owner of the voice was now coming closer, slowly and unconsciously rubbing his bulging crotch, "Baby, you're for me!" he said, squeezing one of her apple-sized tits as if it were the most natural greeting in the world.
It was the first time a man had actually touched her, and instead of the revulsion her teachers had taught her to expect, a warm glow of passion swept through her body.
"Give us a kiss there, dear!" he said, and before she could straighten out her confused thoughts, this tall man with sun-streaked blond hair had already grabbed her by the chin and was twisting her face into his. Just as his lips came down heavily against hers, his tongue shot out, forcing her mouth open, and she found herself swallowing yards of his sweet-tasting tongue.
All thoughts of the Mercedes in the ditch fell from her mind. Here was something infinitely more interesting and pressing. Once more her flaming pussy sprang to action. The waves of pleasure coming from that twitching twat of hers were like something she'd never known before. It was all juiced and ready for any action which might follow. There was one thing to be said for her beautiful box-it always rose to the occasion! And how it was rising to this new situation now! Juicier than a sweet California cantaloupe, and twice as delicious.
The masculine taste of liquor and cigarettes filled her mouth and lungs. His smooth-muscled body rippled against hers. Still he kept his hand firmly on her throbbing titties, massaging the aching flesh with his very talented fingers. Lovely little Lisa was on fire! She reached out a trembling hand toward his bulging crotch, wanting to touch.
"Go on, baby. It's all yours," he said, taking her small hand in his and rubbing it gently over the bulge. God, it was bigger than she'd imagined. And so hard. Just when she reached the head, the whole thing jumped in her hand, like a small captured animal, seeking to get out of its cage. "That means he likes you. Why don't you do that again?" When Lisa followed the suggestion, his cock jumped so much she thought it would burst the zipper.
"Not yet, baby, not yet," he whispered, pulling her hand away, "I gotta wait for the man. He gonna bring some shit over, then you and me can really boogie, eh! Say, why don't you go on out back with the others, have a drink, relax, you know, and as soon as I've scored, I'll come back there and join the party. Anybody bug you, just, tell 'em you're with me. Mark, that's my name. Remember now, you belong to me, baby. I't's me that's gonna ride your sweet ass." With that he slipped his big hands down the back of her jeans and grabbed her ass. "Wowe-e-e-eee! That feels great!" he shouted. "Just great!"
His hand burned into her tight ass flesh. She never knew the touch of a man could be so electric. As she turned to enter the house he playfully slapped her ass. The slight tinge of pain excited her too. At long last, she was on her way toward losing her hated cherry, toward having a man take care of that burning in her hot wet cunt.
She followed the sounds of music and laughter until she found herself on a wide-open sun deck with a few lounging chairs bunched together in one corner, an assortment of towels and beach paraphernalia close by. Paper cups, plates, empty beer cans, and such were strewn all over the place.
She took it in with one sweep of her innocent eyes. None of this was really important. It was the action on the beach that really grabbed her. Rockin'-sockin' action, it was.
Men and women, of all ages and races, perhaps forty or fifty all told, in all phases of dress and undress imaginable, spread out before her on the beach, everyone of them intent on doing his own thing. The one thing that could most certainly be said about these Malibu Beach people was that they really knew how to enjoy themselves.
Lisa had never seen the likes of this before in her life. She knew this kind of world existed for, despite the ever-watchful eyes of those nuns in her exclusive boarding school, some of her friends were still able to sneak copies of Playgirl in and out of their rooms. But nothing she had seen in any mag could describe what she saw now, right before her very eyes, in living color, complete with the latest disco sounds too.
Would she have something to tell her friends about! This was an orgy, an-honest-to-God fucking orgy! And was it exciting her! No one had to tell her; already her fingers had begun to dig into that warm and wet receptacle between her legs. Somehow her fingers always seemed right at home in that dark damp kip of hers. Now she was getting a chance to have something else feel right at home there too. Somewhere among all those bodies was a cock just right for her hot juicy box. Somewhere right in front of her was the man with the key that just fitted her succulent, tight, locked box of a cunt Now she would really have something to describe to her friends in all the most intimate detail!
Her father would raise the roof if he ever found out. But, so what. It all seemed so trivial now. Fuck his money. Sure it bought her the very best of everything, it made her life very safe and secure from all want, etc., etc. But there was one thing that she wanted most of all. And none of his money could give it to her. She had to get it for herself. If he had his way, she'd remain a virgin forever. But now, she was going to have her way for once in her life. And the first thing that she was going to take care of was that cherry of hers.
Christ! How many times had she come close to ridding herself of that badge of purity-"stupidity" was a better word, she thought-with her own hands. Once, with a candle, three or four years ago, another time with a cucumber she stole from the kitchen, another time with a . . . The list could go on and on.
Each time she'd resisted the temptation at the last moment, saving her sweet tight cherry-cunt for a good stiff hard cock. A fleshy weapon wielded by an experienced hard-muscled man. No one her age. Intuition told her they would not really know how to give her that most exquisite pleasure. No wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am for her. What she always dreamed of was a long slow sweet ride, a pile-driver peter moving in and out of her quivering quim, making her squirm with delight, making her want more and more.
Yessirrreee, of this she was quite certain. What she wanted was a man! Boys were just that, boys. Only a man could satisfy the fever in her blood. Only a man could give her what she wanted.
She liked the way Mark's dong came to rigid attention the minute he squeezed her hard tits. She liked the way it jumped when she stroked it. If there was ever a cock ready for action, it was that one. And she liked the size too! She'd always thought if you're gonna go for a cock, make sure you get a big one. With a body like hers, why not go for the best? And the biggest?
There she was, standing on the sun deck surveying all the bodies before her, wild thoughts racing through her mind, hot juice flowing through her steaming split
By now, her eyes were fully adjusted to the flickering light given off by the roaring bonfire. Now what was only a mix of sex and shadow, laughter and love, began to take on a definite shape. It was easy to see that there were more men than women. Those odds were definitely the kind she liked; they meant she could have two or three to herself. And with her tight compact package, they would be the pick of the lot! Well, maybe.
A group of about seven hot horny studs were frolicking in the surf with two well-proportioned older women. Another group of nine or so men had four hamburger-stacked females going through acrobatic paces high up on the sand. Two naked guys, their dongs flapping in front of them, were busy chasing a cute little Mia Farrow-type with enormous knockers which rolled and bounced with every stride. Beyond the fire, more groups were tightly knotted together. So intent was each person on pleasure that no one, not a single soul, paid any attention to her. This she would soon alter, once she rid herself of all that restrictive clothing.
Quickly, with deft fingers, she unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, revealing the firm young flesh of her well-molded legs, the kind you only saw on some chorus girl in Las Vegas. Classic legs, they were, long and slender and smooth right up to the little string bikini panties she wore under her jeans, panties that just barely covered her mound and the crack of her ass, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive any red-blooded male right out of his mind. And that's just what she intended. Out of his mind and into her pussy, pussy that was so soaking wet, the crotch of her bikinis was drenched.
In a flash the expensive cashmere sweater was also gone, joining the jeans in a pile. The cute little-girl bra that she always wore to please her teachers-she felt much more comfortable without it-came apart with a sharp snap, and her super-cute apple-size titties showed themselves. Lordie, were they hard! They were hard ever since Mark squeezed them between his expert fingers. Now they were extremely hard, standing up to attention, jutting out proudly from her bosom, the little brown nipples as taut as could be, tighter as the warm ocean breeze gently caressed them.
What she wanted now was to feel a man's hands on them. Not through the sweater, like with Mark,, but actually on them, flesh on flesh with nothing in between. A man's hard firm expert hands squeezing them, playing with the nipples, licking them, sucking them, even nibbling softly on them, that was what she wanted more than anything else in the world!
With her most shy innocent smile plastered on her beautiful face, she walked toward the fire, slowly and unhurriedly like the little hot piece of temptation that she really was. Fuck bait, pure and simple. Just itching for the right opportunity. And the right opportunity was now! Here and now.
The hot little rebel quickly attracted attention. Before she'd taken a dozen steps, two randy studs were running toward her, their tools ramrod straight, as if sniffing a willing, warm puss.
She shot side glances at both of them. Hhhmmmmm, she thought, they would do nicely for openers. And after them, well... Three more horny guys were coming directly at her from out of the surf, their flagpoles straight as an arrow in front of them. And others were already walking toward her too, all wanting to appraise this hot little fuck that had somehow fallen into their midst.
Still she walked on, like an angel in hell, that innocuous, little, innocent-as-a-lamb smile drawing them like flies, all wanting a piece of that tight hot cunt hidden just behind that narrow string bikini panty.
And the more she walked, the more her legs rubbed together, the hotter she got. Just seeing all those cocks together drove her wild. The actual thing in the flesh. No more fantasy about length or shape or size. One thing she found out for sure; every one was different. That settled one question in her mind.
The other question was what to do about the pressure that was building inside her steaming snatch, the very walls of her cunt filling with her sweet juice, the muscles gently rippling, touching together, rubbing up a storm in her little pleasure palace.
"Lisa, Lisa! Come on! Will you? Come on, baby! Get going!"
Suddenly Mark was in front of her, smiling encouragingly, all the while rubbing his cock with a slow steady motion. But now he was as naked as the others and she was looking directly at the little monster, the stiff snake that he so playfully stroked as he waved at her. Come on, baby, come on.
Wow, she thought, look at that, just what the doctor ordered. Just the right size and shape to jam into this hot little breadbox of mine. No more fingers, this is the real thing, and so much better, so much better.
"Come on, baby! Don't keep Daddy waiting!!"
Mark was just standing there, still smiling but now working his cock with long slow strokes, impatient to get it into that tight, little-girl cunt of hers. She began to run, running toward that hard cock waiting for her, running toward the ultimate in pleasure, running toward heaven on earth.
But now, Mark's face slowly dissolved, only to be replaced by, of all persons, her father's. Yes, it was her very own Daddy. With his hairy chest and massive arms, her Daddy was stroking his dong just like Mark was only a moment ago. Now he was gonna play games with her. How she'd wanted that all her life!
When she was a little girl, she loved the way he used to bounce her on his knees and tickle her. His knee was a horsy and she was the rider and she'd bounce, bounce away until her mother would come into the study and take her father away from her.
Somehow her mother would always interrupt just at the moment when she wanted his fingers to roam into her underclothes, into her little love-box, her rosebud asshole, her tight little titties, and play games like "Pussy, pussy, who's got the pussy?" and bounce her cute body up and down his knees, all the while sliding down toward that bulge which always grew in his crotch whenever they played that game. How she'd always wanted to let that bulge out of its prison and take it in her hands and play with it and put it in her mouth and lick on it just as if it were a cherry-vanilla cone from Baskin-Robbins. And then she'd bounce on it, up and down, up and down, and she'd know that she was really his favorite little girl, all Daddy's little girl, in truth and in fact, not just because he said so, and she'd love him the more for it, for she was the happiest little girl in the whole wide world.
And it was Mark's face again. Her crotch was nothing but a pure hot volcano about to ooze its hot juicy lava at any moment. Hot juice that would only serve to ease the way, the better to take that big prick. One brief moment of pain, a fleeting pin prick, and then her cunt would be wide open. Wide open to pleasure.
"Little Lisa, come on baby, let's get going!"
Now she was looking right into his face, and when she saw how excited he was, she knew that she'd made the right choice. Gently he lowered her body to the sand, spread her legs wide.
"Daddy's waiting, baby girl. Come on, will you?"
Somehow her cunt developed a mind of its own, the fleshy lips parting to allow him to jam his hard cock into her wet split. His hand grabbed her shoulder, steadying his body, readying her for the ride of her life.
"Baby Lisa, open your eyes for Daddy. Come on, be a good girl."
The voice was now right in her ear, the hot breath sending a shiver through her spine almost as strong as the electric current jolting her hot cunt. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure, squirming and wiggling around, the better to get that magnificent cock deeper into her body.
"Daddy's gonna take you for a ride, Lisa. Come on, now!"
"Oh, I'm coming, coming . . ." she whispered sleepily, gasping for breath and opening her eyes at the same time.
Her father was looking down at her, smiling.
"I thought you wanted to try out that new horse this morning. Don't you want to go riding with me?" he asked.
It was morning. The bright California sunlight streamed in through the windows of her bedroom. Mark and the orgy were just another dream, just like all the others she was used to having almost every night.
While in her actual real everyday life she was still a chaste virgin, in her dreams at night . . . well, they were something else. The net result was that she always woke up with a slow fire burning in her pussy, a fire that she'd work on with her fingers while she sat in the tub.
"Some dream you were having, baby, it must have been very exciting. I called and called, then shook your shoulder over and over." Her father's voice was very gentle and patient, more coaxing and encouraging than anything else. Whenever he looked at her he still saw her as a child. Despite all the outward signs of her blossoming body, she was still his little girl. "Want to tell me what you were dreaming about?" he asked.
But how could she? How could she tell him of that aching in her cunt, that aching for cock that followed her day and night? He, who always gave her anything in the world that she wanted. A red Mercedes 450 SL, expensive clothes, jewelry, the best schools, and now, a beautiful chestnut horse stabled right in their own backyard. Everything she always wanted except the thing she wanted most. Christ, she was almost eighteen and still a virgin, still afflicted with that hateful cherry. How much longer could she stand that situation? None of these things could she tell her father. In his misguided paternal-love way, this would only fortify his justification to keep her away from anything that might trigger the deflowering of his only girl child.
But as determined as he was that she should keep her cherry, with all the precautions he took and all the "nurses-nannies-chaperones"-whatever he called them, they were nothing but watch dogs, accompanying her wherever she went, "for your own protection," he said-she was doubly determined to lose the damned thing and become a full-fledged woman in her own right before the summer was through, before she had to return to those nuns and that nose-in-the-air exclusive finishing school in Switzerland.
Sure that world had its benefits, it advantages, but at the moment she would have preferred the street world of Sunset Strip, or "The Strip" as insiders called it, or even Hollywood Boulevard. Sure, five minutes on "The Boulevard" and her cherry would be a thing of the past. Or maybe one of those blond hitchhikers, the ones who wore their surfboards like it was another arm or something, one of those would do just fine. Now she was even willing to settle for a boy, whereas before she'd wanted a man. Anything to get rid of that cherry, that thin membrane that held her prisoner. It simply had to go, she decided, as soon as possible.
"Breakfast in half an hour, sweetheart?" Her father's voice broke her train of thought and brought her back to the present. She nodded her assent, anything to get rid of him so that she could quench the fire burning in her cunt.
"And I'll have Vic saddle the horses, and bring them around. Okay?" That was one of the main reasons they lived out in one of the canyon roads, high in the Santa Monica mountains overlooking Malibu Beach. Horses. Her father had a passion for riding, and privacy. That added up to this big house up in the hills. And still quite accessible to the best shops in Los Angeles.
Her father was waiting: she realized some answer was necessary. "Yes," she replied, "At the pool?" It always gave her a thrill to eat breakfast while watching the world go by on the Pacific Coast Highway far below her. That and the huge breakers crashing against Malibu beach. Right now she felt like one of them, just moving with the tide. But one day soon...
As soon as the door clicked behind her father, she jumped out of bed to face the day, full of the boundless energy that only the young and innocent possess. One more typical day in the life of a sweet, super-cute, genuine American princess eager for that first taste of real-down-to-earth life.
She stretched and touched her toes a few times to get the circulation going. But this only made her titties stand up and stare her straight in the face. The sheer see-through material of her expensive nightie rubbed up against them each time she bent down. Some kind of static electricity seemed to be flowing from the fabric into her body. Goose pimples covered her skin and already her fingers had begun to creep toward her favorite little button toy between her legs. But there was no time. Daddy had said half an hour and he didn't like to be kept waiting.
Still she was steaming. What to do about it? Pulling the nightie over her head slowly, she glanced sideways at her pink body in the full-length mirror. She had to agree. It was an exciting, if not yet fully developed body. Smooth as silk, as clean as an alabaster statuette, and a healthy pink in color. Just like a well-cultivated rose. And long lovely legs to top it off. She'd have time for a better inventory after their ride.
Moments later, she lowered herself into the hot sudsy fragrant tub, watching her hard apple tits float above the surface of the water like two islands adrift in a sea of white foam, the copper-brown nipples jutting out tight and hard like the tops of two brown hills, the heat from the water only serving to make them stand out firmer and tighter.
Submerging her body until only the little flower-bud nipples remained, she piled suds on them so that her two brown hills now became snow-capped mountain tops. This was definitely fun. When she was just a little kid, she had her rubber ducky. Now that she was a super cute teenager, there was her button-toy clit and her hard-at-the-mere-thought-of-cock tits. She really liked filling the tub up and splashing around in the water. It gave her a chance to explore her body in the buff.
But Daddy was waiting and so she daintily applied the washcloth to her ears and neck, down to the smooth curve of her soft-skinned shoulders and under her armpits. Her skin tingled at every pass of the washcloth. Even her cunt joined in the act. It was all atwitter. Now her entire body developed a tantalizingly warm glow. If a washcloth could do this to her, what would the touch of a real he-man be like, she wondered.
Delicately, one after the other, she lathered her feet and heels, then up her perfectly formed legs and creamy thighs to her own private jewel box of a cunt. As you can well imagine, with this, her prize possession, she took even greater, more painstaking care, lovingly dabbing at the soft sensitive internal membranes with the utmost of caution. Even then she had to fight the temptation she so often had of jamming the washcloth right up inside her aching cunt and claiming her own cherry. It could be so easy, she thought, just wrap it around two fingers, spread her legs wide, close her eyes, and push. A little stab of pain, some blood, and it would be all over. She'd be liberated.
But, alas, discretion got the better part of valor and she backed down at the last minute, saving that exquisite moment until she could share it with a true-to-life, honest-to-goodness cock. A cock battering her pretty pussy. Oh, how much longer would she have to wait for that exciting experience?