Chapter 9

Paula sank back into the pillow with a sigh of relief. From now on, she knew, everything was going to be all right.

The door closed softly, and Carl was corning into the room. "Here I am, baby," he murmured. "I want you, Paula. I want your body."

"And I want you, Carl." Breathless with excitement, the girl climbed out of bed and took hold of the boy she loved, pulling him into bed with her and crawling under the covers.

Panting in anticipation, Paula began to undress the boy. Carl closed his eyes and basked in the pleasantness of the sensation. He had never been undressed by a girl before. He had undressed plenty of them, but up until now he'd always taken his own clothes off before he got down to sex. But now this was nice, feeling Paula's soft gentle hands run over his body, divesting it of its clothing and flinging the garments onto the floor. Carl knew that he would not be needing his clothes for some time to come.

"Darling," Paula breathed, and then Carl was kissing her. She felt his hard tongue force its way into her mouth, probing the delicious moistness of the hot interior. And then she could feel something else growing hard too, something that dangled between Carl's thighs and was now pressing against one of her own. She knew what it was: it was Carl's cock. She wanted that cock. She wanted to feel its bigness inside of her, tearing her apart with its hard firm thrust.

Carl was taking Paula by the shoulders now, pressing her gently but firmly down into the warm white softness of the mattress. He straddled her hips with his body and tenderly stroked her breasts. They were beautiful breasts, he thought to himself. So round, so firm, so fully-packed. He bent his head gently and kissed them, teasing the soft brown nipples into red hard points of erectness that thrust upwards towards the ceiling.

And now he was spreading her legs with his hands and his knees, gripping her ankles and spreading them wide. He did not even have to look at Paula's cunt; he knew that it was there, and he knew tthat it hungered for the ripeness of his cock.

The boy and the girl both watched in reverent silence and awe as Carl's huge dong began to rise slowly until it was pointing directly at Paula's beautiful twat, and as the cock got higher it became bigger and more tumescent. The longer the girl looked at the thing the more unable she was to resist it.

"It looks so GOOOOD!" the girl moaned, and before Carl knew what was happening the girl sat up and rammed the huge organ into her mouth, sucking it, making passionate oral love to it. She wanted to be able-to taste this thing, to be able to feel its hot moist maleness inside of her.

A wave of delight passed over her boy friend's face. It felt good to Carl to have this hot mouth over his organ, to feel the red tongue moving across it in quick, delicious strokes. And suddenly, watching Paula eat that huge cock of his, Carl realized that he felt very hungry, so he suggested they sixty-nine.

Paula was more than delighted.

But suddenly they could both hear noises downstairs.

"I hear someone," Paula whispered.

"Oh, that." Carl laughed to himself. "When I went to the liquor store I met Wayne and Cindy. I told them I was going to be over at your place for a while and invited them up. I figured four could have more fun than two ... if you get what I mean."

Instantly Paula's face was wreathed with smiles. "Oh, that would be wonderful," she murmured. Her eyes went longingly to the door, "I'll invite them in."

"You do that," Carl replied.

The naked blonde girl walked lightly across the bedroom and threw open the door. "Come on in," she called out. She could see somebody standing in the hallway.

That somebody was Bertie.

The house reverberated with the sound of Paula's scream.

And then there was silence.