Chapter 1
As soon as I saw Beth standing by my car, I knew I was going to get laid. And the closer I got, the gladder I was.
I felt pretty good that night. We'd won the football game against Sandhurst College by a score of 21-6 and clinched a place in one of the Bowl games. The weather, too, was invigorating. The wind was very crisp and dry, but not cold enough to freeze the water that was left in my hair from my post-game shower. The mud and the sweat of the game were, by then, well on their way to the river, and I could see that I was on my way to an orgasm or two. I don't know how I knew. I could just tell.
To tell the truth, I hadn't expected to see her standing there. Often chicks caught me outside the locker room after the games and begged me to touch their hot little bodies, which I made it a point to do. This was the first time one had ever waited by my car, away from the rest of the action. As a rule, the girls were students from my own school or one of the others in town, with an occasional high-school bubble-gummer thrown in as a tidbit. I got. lots of pussy by simply standing still, but I tried not to get a swelled head about it. That particular class of fuck-for-glory chicks wanted only my name, not my cock; the former being, in my case, Rodney Linker, quarterback.
I could tell immediately from the uniform she wore that the girl was from the Jason Maxwell School for Girls. The Maxwell girls didn't get to town very often. It was rare to see a group of them putzing around the town square or ogling the "latest fashions" at Wards, like most girls. They did, I remembered, come in groups for football games sometimes. The Maxwell school was a huge, Victorian-looking building that sat on the top of a brambly, thorny knoll. Only a true masochist would ever attempt to scale the slopes. It was like a prison. The only way to get to the school was on the road that wound up the west side of the hill. Between the bottom of the hill and the school building, though, the road was blocked with at least ten gates and guard posts, the gates electrified and about fifteen feet high with spikes on top of the bars, and the entire hill was surrounded at the bottom with a fence of the same size and characteristics. It was way out in the country on a very secluded road. All in all, the Maxwell school was a virtually impenetrable fortress.
I don't know if this was done as much to keep the horny local underclassmen out as it was to keep the girls in. I'd heard from several people that the girls who went to the mysterious Maxwell school had all been in trouble, but had seen the error of their ways. I guess the fence prevented relapses. From the looks that the girls gave the boys on those rare occasions that they were out, I don't trunk that there was an ounce of repentance among the lot of them. They came into town for football games a lot, though, and I never saw one that looked bad at all-physically, anyway.
"Hello," I said, as soon as I got close enough.
"Hello," she replied, her voice clear and low. I walked right up until I was almost touching her and smiled-leered, really-and she just smiled back. The girl had lots of guts.
"Pleased to meet you," she said at last, smiling even more broadly and extending her hand. "My name is Beth. Beth Annis."
I took the hand; it was cool and dry. "Glad to make your acquaintance," I rejoined. "My name is..."
"I know your name," she interrupted. "Rodney Linker." She paused. "Can I call you Rod?"
I wanted to tell her that she could not only call me Rod, she could play with my rod as well, but I kept a civil tongue in my head somehow. "Sure," I said.
"I've been wanting to meet you," she explained. I looked down at her, and I'll be damned if she wasn't leering, too, and looking straight at my crotch. Jesus, I thought, I was afraid that I was going to get raped. No wonder they had to keep the girls locked up.
"How did you get out of school?" I asked conversationally. She tore her eyes off my pecker for a second, which was just as well, because I was starting to get a hard-on.
"I ditched the bus," she said naughtily.
"Won't you get in trouble?"
"Lots," she assured me. "But I don't care."
"Would you like a ride somewhere?" I offered. "Back to the school or something?"
"Sure," she said flippantly.
I was kind of floundering around for something to say, which was unusual for me. I don't know, maybe I'm a little inhibited or something, but I just couldn't bring myself to say "Hot shit, let's go rub pee-pee's" just like that. I mean, I'd only known her for about a minute. There was no doubt that she wanted a ride less than a riding. I'd never met a chick before with such a singleness of purpose. She was going to get what she wanted, though, that much I knew.
She was a good-looking little cunt. She had smooth, white skin and dark brown hair, almost black, that spilled over her shoulders and hung down her back. I really get off on hair, anyway, and hers was very thick and very close and clean. It was natural-looking, too. I mean, it didn't look like she'd rolled it and fucked with it, which they probably didn't allow at Maxwell anyway. She was wearing a very simple white blouse and a purple blazer with a patch embroidered over Beth's left tit. Matching that was a purple-plaid kilt-like skirt, which was only as low as it safely could have been, and fastened in front with a big safety pin. She wore white knee-socks and saddle-oxfords and looked like everybody's vision of The All-American Virgin. If she was, I snickered to myself, she wouldn't be soon. Her tits were small and hard-looking and her legs were only so-so. Her ass I couldn't see. It dawned on me that she was just a kid, really, and yet she was sexy and willing. Ever wanted to rape a kid?
It seemed like it took me forever to find my car keys and open up the passenger's door of my new El Camino, which is a very sleek half-truck, half car made by Chevrolet. I've owned about thirty trucks in my life, but the El Camino had the best of everything-vinyl, power, airthe works. And, of course, a pickup bed, for pickups.
I looked down as she got in. She sat her ass on the seat first, then swung her legs in one at a time, letting me look long and hard under her kilt. I observed that the skin of her thighs was very white, as was all her flesh, but not quite as white as her panties. She left her legs spread their widest for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, so that I could see the cunt-hair spilling down her inner thighs, probably an inch into each leg. She pretended not to notice what she was doing. It probably felt good to get some air on her pussy. I could see that the double crotch was dripping wet and sticking in the groove. She pretended not to notice what either of us had done, for that matter-her giving me a beaver-shot, or my watching. I could see that I was going to enjoy fucking her. She was scrubbed and clean and virginal, which I liked, but at the same time she looked not only like an experienced fuck, but a wild fuck. It was clear that she was ready to go. Things were moving so quickly that it almost made me dizzy.
"Where to?" I asked, hopping behind the wheel.
"Wherever the nearest motel is, Rod," she said simply. I started the engine and looked over at her. Her gaze was steady, she seemed sure of herself. I faced forward again. I admit that I was hard up for a quick comeback to that line, save for putting the truck in gear and doing what she said. We hit the highway like Sterling Moss, which Beth apparently found exciting. I watched her off and on during our trip to Ye Olde No-Tell Motel, of which I was a steady customer, and saw her squirming around on the seat, clamping her legs together and spreading them. She gasped a couple of tunes, too, and when I glanced over she grinned back sheepishly, like she'd just come. I don't think we said a word all the way over there. I made the trip in record time, though, since watching her squirm her hot pussy all the way to climax (twice, no less) had really turned me on. I was about to go off in my pants, too.
"I'll sign in for you," said the night clerk as I started in the motel office door. He was a wizened old man with an all-knowing grin. "Here's the key." He hurled the key and ring to Cabin #4 at me. I knew it well; it had once been a bridal suite and had an erotic, extra-big bathtub. I never had to enter the office. "Don't leave no ring," he said, beaming conspiratorially.
"You know that I never .leave a ring," I punned. "Thanks." I walked out.
"You better pay me tomorrow..." the clerk called after me. There were probably some expletives in his comment, but the closing, door cut them short.
Beth was out of the car and waiting. "All set?" she asked. She patently was.
I put my arm around her, a hand on her ass. "You bet," I said. It wasn't a bad ass at all-very round and soft. I could feel heat against my palm.
"Let's go," she said, her voice taut.
"You don't need to tell me."
I'm no nostalgia freak, but as soon as we entered Cabin #4 I felt at home. I'd fucked a lot of girls there. The bed didn't vibrate, but it was such a firm mattress that it was still a groove. It was like fucking on the floor, which was a trait that I admired. On some motel beds, a guy's got to have a foot-long cock just to compensate for the sag in the springs.
I closed the door and carefully locked it against burglars and pranksters. When I turned around, I saw that Beth already had most of her clothes off. She didn't lose any time, I thought, which reminded me that she'd already creamed her pants at least twice. For all her passion, she arranged the garments neatly on the chair by the door. I figured that she wanted to look straight to get back into the school. I didn't know how she was going to pull it off, as tight as security was said to be.
I started in on my own buttons. "How do you figure to get back into the school?" I asked her. "There are an awful lot of guards and doors to get by." I was really curious.
"Oh, they already know I'm gone," she explained. "I'll tell them that I just missed my bus, and started walking home. It's a long walk, so the timing will be right. The guard will let me in, if I bribe him." She grinned naughtily.
I was having trouble with my belt-buckle. "Bribe him?" I asked. "How?" I could tell by the glint in Beth's eyes that it had something to do with sex, but then, everything connected with her seemed to as well.
"I pull my dress up for him," she answered matter-of-factly, but still grinning, adding, "He never has me take my pants off, though."
"Does he ever touch you?"
"No. One time he had me pull my dress down again, then squat and wet my pants for him." I could see the disdain on her lips. "He's pretty sick, but that's the name of the game."
"His old lady never gives him any."
"She must not," Beth agreed. "He has to do it all himself."
"How do you mean?" Her story sounded more like a wet dream than reality.
She made an "okay" with her right hand and waved It forward and back in front of her genitals. "He jacks off."
"In the open?! " Jesus Christ! And she looked like such a virgin. She must have been brought up on depravityweaned on it.
Beth undressed well. She took her socks and shoes off first, then her jacket, then her skirt, then the blouse. When she got down to her bra and panties she put her hands behind her head, posing for me. "You can finish," she said. My own clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, as opposed to being neatly folded, but I was ready, too. I took the few steps that separated us and wrapped my arms around her. I held her eyes as I slipped the bra off of her without even unfastening the clasp, sliding it down over her arms and waist. Then I grabbed the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, too. Beth had to reach down and unstick the crotch so that they'd drop to the floor like they should, and stepped out of them. She was naked now, and I retraced a step to take it all in.
Beth was physically a kid; there was no doubt about that. Her figure was still filling, though it would be rounded out soon. Her tits were small, with nipples that were only about as big as quarters but very swollen, not to mention raised in the centers. (I had Beth figured to be about 16 or 17.) But she had a lot of hair on her cunt for such a young girl. Her bush spread out wide over her hipbones and down her legs. It was dark and so thick that I couldn't see a bit of skin in its center. Between her legs the hair was wet and shiny. My cock jumped at the revelation of her pussy-there were two of us that were ready to go.
"I hope you won't be disappointed," she smiled without a trace of insecurity. "I don't get a chance to do this very often."
"I won't be," I told her. She grinned and pulled off my shorts.
My cock's only about seven inches long, but I guess that that was good enough for her. She kind of whimpered and rubbed herself between the legs a couple of times. I watched her abdominal muscles ripple as she came for the third time since I'd known her, which wasn't a bad record for 20 minutes.
"Blow me," I commanded. She nodded, almost eagerly. She bent and put her mouth around my prick without so much as a moment's hesitation. Her breath was hot as she exhaled over the shaft of my pecker while sliding it in and out of her mouth. She took as much of it in as she could without gagging. She hadn't mastered all the whores' tricks, but I found her abilities satisfactory. In a few minutes I was about to cum. "Get off," I choked, "or I'll cum in your mouth." But at that warning, instead of stopping, she put two fingers in my ass and started humming "Yankee Doodle".
"Unh!" I grunted, and popped my nuts gloriously against her tonsils. She tried to swallow it all, but a good portion ran out of the corners of her mouth and trickled down her chin. I couldn't remember when I'd cum like that before. And she said that she wasn't good!
But even that didn't stop her. I started to go soft, but she kept on sucking and humming and trying to hit my prostate so that I got hard again in a hurry. Once my cock was more fully erect, she got off and wiped my cum off her face with the back of her arm. "Now it's my turn," she said.
I thought that she wanted me to eat her cunt, which I would have gladly done. Much to my surprise, she dropped down onto all fours and wiggled her ass at me. "Do it to me dog-style," she said, almost moaning. Her voice was almost as dripping as her cunt. "Hurry up. I need a dick so bad it's driving me nuts." I was happy to oblige.
I stood on my knees between her legs and slid my cock into her hot, slippery hole. It went in easy, which surprised me. I still couldn't shake the notion that she was only a once-busted cherry from virginity. I started sliding in and out slowly, playing with her clit with one free hand and reaming around her ass-hole with the other. Her ass-hole was small and pink, surrounded by lots and lots of dark hair. But like I said, I get off on hair.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "You know how to do it."
"You bet, Beth," I grunted in return. I knew that ft wouldn't take much to make her cum, but I was worried about controlling myself. I left her butt alone for a moment and used both hands to massage her outer pussy-lips and tickle her inner lips. Then I used both to massage her ass. I pulled the buttocks apart and shoved them together, kneaded them, lightly stroked the delicious crack of her pert ass. She was loving it. I started pumping a little harder.
"That's it... I'm cuming..." she announced, and I could feel the spasms around my cock. Her cunt-juice dripped through my pubic hair and ran in rivulets under my balls, a pleasant liquid caress by itself. I started to slow my strokes a little.
"No!" she fairly screamed, as though she were in actual pain. "I'm still cuming... keep fucking me. Bang me hard ,."
" harder! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She took one of her own hands and diddled her clit. As I banged her I could feel orgasm after orgasm tightening around my prong.
"That kind of pisses 'me off," I teased, referring to her manual manipulations. "All you had to do was ask."
"Just... shut up... and keep fucking," she panted. Her contractions ceased, but I knew that she was about to start cuming again. I stretched over her, reaching for her little titties. One almost brutal squeeze on the two of them together drove her over the brink. She groaned and squirmed her ass across my stomach, trying to take me deeper inside. I was about to cum myself, but I figured I could hold out one more go-around. I licked the top of my middle finger and rammed it brutally into Beth's ass-hole as far as it would go. I could feel it hit something solid and she gasped with what might have been pain had she not been too delirious to worry about it. I fucked her as brutally with the finger as I did with my cock. I was trying to get her to cum as soon as possible... I couldn't wait very much longer.
Beth was going nuts. Suddenly she took the weight off of her arms completely and transferred it to the top of her head as she grabbed her tits the way I had done. I figured that we ought to have every exit covered, so I punched at her clit with the forefinger of my free hand and we both came like nothing else in the world. Her orgasm forced the ringer out of her ass-hole like a shot and the contractions of her cunt felt like they would cut the circulation to my poor pecker off entirely. I pulled out and collapsed backwards, she forwards, both of us too beat to move.
"That was far-out," Beth managed weakly at last "They'll have my ass at school, but I doubt if anybody is going to have it like you just did." She crawled over to where I was lying, staring at the ceiling, grooving on the waves that were still going through my body. She lay down beside me and cradled my head, then leaned over and kissed me. I didn't really like the idea of eating my own dick, which, in effect, I was, but I responded anyway. Beth was just too irresistible. She was all soft lips and tongue, and before we knew it we were squirming all over each other again, and I was getting another hard-on. I reached down and touched Beth's pussy and felt it come alive under the touch. Her cunt-juice ran down the sluice of two fingers together.
"Let's fuck," I suggested.
"Great, Rod-you're the Sahib," she said, not without eagerness.
"I'm also a very horny Sahib," I told her. She giggled and flip-flopped my cock between two fingers.
"Follow me," I instructed and rose, a little unsteadily, and padded over to the bathroom. Beth watched me for a second then rolled to her feet and did-likewise. It was great to watch her walking around naked. Her small boobs bounced only a little bit, the nipples making a spiral motion with each step. Her luxurious pubic hair made a perceptible rustling as she walked, though she hardly stomped. Her walk was graceful and candid, as if no one was watching her. I could see dimples form alternately on each hip as she strode. A memory of her ass formed in my mind, conjuring an image of it in motion, which completed my hard-on. God, she was so desirable! Beth was certainly not the most beautiful girl I had ever had in Cabin #4, but I think I probably wanted her more than I had most of the harlots that it had been my pleasure to plug during my college years. She had an aura of sexuality that she put out like a smokescreen. It seems kind of funny to say that about someone who could have been my kid sister, but that was the way it was. Another thing, too, was the honest, open way that Beth wanted me between her legs. She didn't want me between her ears, so to speak, the way that most of the broads that I'd fucked had-they wanted me to marry their silly asses or something. I shut the bathroom door with my foot as soon as Beth entered.
"Feel like a shower?" I asked.
Beth smiled. "I feel like a nymphomaniac. Seriously, though, a shower sounds good, Rod. My pussy feels like a glue-pot."
"I believe it." After two orgasms in my pants and two out, my pussy would feel like a glue-pot too-that is, if I had a pussy, which I don't. Beth will vouch. "Your panties are probably so stiff you could wear them as a chastity belt," I suggested.
"That'll be the day." Her smile broadened. Chaste was the last of many adjectives that could be applied to Beth.
One of the greatest things about Cabin #4 was the bathtub. It looked more like a porcelain vat for mixing cement-it was very wide, but not very deep. It was cordoned off with a shower curtain and had a shower head that was actually adjustable-not just "supposed to be." Simply, the tub had been designed to do "double duty"; that is, so that people could ball in it. That was rather what I had in mind.
"A nice clean tub," I suggested, "for two dirty minds."
"Great," Beth said again, enthusiastically. "What a head on those shoulders!" She kissed me quickly, lest I be pissed at her sarcasm. She stalked past me and turned on the shower, adjusting the water until it suited her, then she stepped in and pulled the curtains shut. Immediately her head reappeared, though, and she said "Last one in eats rotten eggs." She stuck out her tongue and vanished once more. That little whore was going to find out who had rotten eggs, I mentally vowed, and stepped into the bath.
I used to jack off in the shower a lot, when I was 12 and 13. It was groovy to have the water beating down on my skin while I was beating on my prick. Also, I got a tongue-lashing one time when I flogged my dong in the more placid bathtub-some of my cum stuck to the tile on the wall, unbeknownst to me, where my old man subsequently found it. In a shower, though, there was never that danger. All the gallons of cum I poured into the river by my own hand could never compare to balling in the shower, I'd found, just like whipping the lizard could never compare to actual fucking.
"You can soap my back," said Beth luxuriously. The water was just a little cool for my tastes, but nice anyway. Beth had stopped the dram, so that the water filled the tub, and the two of us sat down in it. I watched raptly as she lay back and parted her thighs and cleaned her sticky cunt with the washcloth. Beth had a maddeningly exciting way of parading her intimacies in public as if no one was within a country mile.
"That feels good," she confessed. "My bush was starting to feel like a scrub-brush."
Abruptly, Bern began doing what I have often done in the shower: playing with herself. At that I had to draw the line. "Hold the show," I said, feigning anger. "None of that shit." I knelt down beside her-the tub was wide enough for the two of us to lie abreast, and I take up a lot of space. Beth giggled and rolled over onto her side in the water, all shimmering and warm, and put her arms around me. "This was a marvelous idea," she said. She kissed me again, deeply, while she stroked my balls and the base of my cock. Twice that night I'd cum as if I'd never cum again, but already I desperately wanted to fuck her again. We idled around in the water and laughed and got each other squeaky-clean. I really dug washing Beth's tiny titsit seemed almost illegal to be fucking around with such bite-sized boobs. I mean, she wasn't flat-chested, she was just young, though she would never have really big knockers. I liked exploring her, although I'd seen pretty much all of what there was to see in the times we'd fucked before. I soaped her boobs up and started raising them off with my tongue.
"What the hell are you doing?" Beth asked, surprised but grooving on the sucking I was giving her.
"I have blasphemed," I explained. "I'm washing my mouth out with soap."
"Couldn't you just say a few 'Hail Mary's?"
"That's for virgins."
"Oh." The shower actually washed most of the soap off. I was more concerned with lipping her nipple than I was with a few soapsuds. Her hands started playing over my body with urgency that said she was turning on quickly. She squealed a little bit when I undertook to wash her ass because I took a soapy forefinger and reamed her ass-hole with it. Suddenly I wanted to kiss her there. She was all clean-I'd seen to that-I mean, what harm could it do? I'd never put my lips to an ass-hole before.
"Kneel down, Beth," I instructed. "On all fours, the way you were a minute ago."
"What for?"
"You didn't have to ask that last time," I reminded her mysteriously. "If I had to guess, though, I'd say that it had something to do with sex."
She must have really thought that something was afoot, because she made it clear by her hesitance that she was slightly afraid. Christ, I wouldn't have hurt her. I'm a big mother, but I've never hurt anyone intentionally, except on the football field, and that's another story entirely. She looked over her shoulder and waited for me to do whatever, like she really expected me to flog her. It might have insulted me, but I was so fascinated with the idea of anulingus that I wasn't thinking along those lines at all.
I figured I'd kind of sneak it up on her, so I knelt down out of the spraying water and started eating her pussy from behind. The outer cunt-lips were spread apart wide by her stance and I had no trouble getting down to the nitty-clitty.
"That's right," she moaned, a renewed order of cunt-juice dripping into my eyes. "Eat my pussy! Gobble it all up, Rodney! Oh, eat it!" She started bucking like a bronco under my tongue, pressing her oily cunt into my face as hard as she could. Without warning I broke off and started poking at her clit with my fingertips, a veteran trick, while I dived between her buttocks and started to munch.
Beth stopped squirming and looked over her shoulder. I could tell that she was about to say something snotty by the disgusted look on her face, but suddenly the look changed from one of disgust to kinky enjoyment. As well as she could in her position, she shrugged.
"Different strokes for different folks," she said. For my part, I loved eating her ass. The texture was rough where the skin puckered, and dry, not like her smooth, oily puss. How the fuck could Beth have complained anyhow? Once, in a church, I drank some holy water when no one was looking. I got a hot flash through my whole body when I did-the uncertainty of surviving such a forbidden thing. I felt the same way about Beth's poop-chute. I loved both experiences. And, I noted, judging by the pressure of the girl's lower torso against my face, so did she. I shoved two fingers into her hole and moved them in and out rapidly, massaging her clit with my thumb. Her rib cage started heaving, but I didn't want her to cum until I did. I pulled the hand out of her cunt and lowered my face into its place. I said goodbye to her ass with regrets, but I was about to cum, too, and I wanted to go off in Beth's vagina. I wanted to fill her up to the brim with my cream, and by God, I would do just that.
"Ready to rub pee-pee's?" I asked. It was a rhetorical question. Beth was always ready. She nodded.
"Then you get on top," I said. I lay back in the warm water, my head against the back of the tub, while Beth clambered eagerly aboard. The water ran out of her hair over her nipples. The hair was stringy but still nice. Framed by it, her face glowed with moisture, lust, and little-girl eagerness.
"Get ready, Rod," she warned. She lowered herself onto my pecker with excruciating and yet glorious slowness, until she sat on my abdomen. She kept most of the weight on her knees lest she crush my balls like eggs, and began rocking back and forth. Her searing cunt drove me wild with lust for the third time-in only a few strokes I was on the brink of cuming, and there was no way that I could restrain myself.
"Here it goes, baby," I choked. She apparently felt the sperm rising because she commenced pumping harder, driving me dizzyingly high as I popped my nuts, blowing hot cum as high as her Adam's apple. She kept going, though, and I was almost starting to go soft when I felt her pussy tighten against my meat. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she rocked precariously on the perch buried seven inches into her body. I reached my arms out and encircled her waist, pulling her forward on top of me. She was as limp as a rag doll. It must have been the shower, I mused-it was doing lots for my afterglow, anyway. I gloried in the feeling of her hard breasts against my chest and looked into her eyes. They seemed dreamy and far off.
"Okay?" I asked softly.
"Okay," she mumbled. I met her lips and kissed her slowly, without urgency. We had all the tune in the world.
I dropped her off several blocks from the school gates. It was around three in the morning, but she assured me that she could get in. She leaned across the seat and pecked my cheek, then got out of the El Camino unassisted.
"Thanks a lot, Rodney," she said, smiling at me. It had taken a while for her strength to come back after that last climax, and she looked a little wobbly yet. "It was memorable," she added. Her hair was still a little bit damp, but a walk in the night air would soon dry it. Until next time..." she waved and shut the door. I watched her start towards the school, but suddenly she stopped dead and, facing away from me, dropped her pants in the middle of the deserted road, squatted down quickly and fingered herself. She wiped the fingers on the lining of her skirt, pulled her panties back up, and walked on. She never once looked back.
I started the engine and popped the truck into gear. Jesus Christ, I thought, what a chick. I wondered how many more there could possibly be like her.