Chapter 1
Stan Greenwood had been badgering me for quite some time to go for a ride with him in his brand-new Porsche sports car.
I had been putting him off for a little while mainly because I had heard so much about how he expected a girl to put out too much too fast. I mean, even though I'm no prude at sixteen, and have had a few affairs, I don't like some guy who gives me the rush act.
Stan thinks that he's God's gift to women in the first place, and he gets away with most girls, mainly because his old man is such a prominent doctor in the community. He's loaded with money, and from the time he was a little kid Stan has been used to getting every-thing he's wanted. Naturally, now that he's a junior in high school, he expects all the young girls that he can get.
I let him drive me home, and, after we stopped for a few moments to have a soda, we got into his car and he drove me straight to-ward my place. He was actually conducting himself so much like a gentleman that I could hardly believe it. He didn't seem to be in character with the Stan Greenwood I had heard so much about.
He pulled his Porsche to a stop near a tree several doors from my house.
"But it's up there, Stan," I pointed.
"I know, but I've got a few other ideas," he grinned.
Next thing I knew he was sliding his hot red lips forward. They plunged with effervescent excitement against mine. I must say, that even though he took me by surprise, the kiss couldn't help but give me some terrific satisfaction, particularly down between my legs in my pussy.
I could feel the waves of titillation sweeping through my vagina as his lips continued to remain pressed firmly against mine.
As his lips remained locked securely against mine, ,he first reached down with both hands, letting his fingers cup around my buttocks. Even though he was feeling the material of my skirt, he gripped me so securely that I felt waves of sensation.
While his fingers were moving snugly against the material around my buttocks, his lips seemed to press against mine even harder than before. He put every bit of oomph that he could into his movements.
He released his lips from mine every bit as quickly as they had initially pressed against my lips. This time his tongue darted with magnificent ease inside my mouth. Before I even had time to gulp, his tongue was con-verging hungrily against mine. I loved the sensation of his tongue bathing against my own, even though I knew it would be a terrible mistake to encourage him. But for the time being he had me overpowered, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Yes, I did attempt to squirm free for a little bit, but my efforts were unsuccessful. The moment that my buttocks began to wiggle, he reached out and let his arms wrap securely around my body. He tugged good and hard, determined not to let me go.
He kept up his rhapsodic French kissing for a long time. It seemed like forever before he finally withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
He certainly wasn't through, not by a long shot. As a matter-of-fact, if he had had his way, we would have stripped and done it together right there in that car. I knew it, and that was what terrified me. He was every bit as bold as the girls I had talked to had said, if not even more so.
He went to work with his right hand, sliding it up along my left leg, then finally making penetration inside my skirt.
His eager fingers quickly found their way inside my panties. With great speed, and skill he slipped them inside my white silky panties, then let them begin to maneuver against my vagina.
"Let me go, damn it," I shrieked.
Stan figured that the best way to shut me up would be to let his tongue plunge once more inside my mouth, so that's precisely what he did. This time his long red tongue was darting with even greater excitement than before. With spectacular ease he smoothly moved it along against my tongue, generating additional electricity within both of us.
While our tongues continued to collide, he moved his fingers more swiftly than before against my velvety vagina.
I tingled as his fingers touched my blonde pubic hairs. He had my pubic mound in an uproar, and all it really took were a few well-timed finger movements before I began to juice a little. I mean, it wasn't what you would call a full-fledged orgasm, but I recognized that, with just a little more effort, I would soon be at the orgasm stage.
As the dew drops spilled against his fingers, he withdrew his tongue from my mouth.
"Oh boy, I'm already feeling some juice," Stan sighed. "I want to suck you, honey. I'm gonna pull down your skirt and panties, then bury my head between your legs."
"We're sitting in a car, you crazy son-of-a-bitch. A sports car at that"
"There's a top over it," he laughed. "I wouldn't think of doing something like this with the top down."
"You know what I mean. It's still risky."
"You get scared too easy. You're too much of a prude."
"I don't know you that well, Stan. I was told you were bad. But you're even worse than I thought."
"Quiet down."
By that time his fingers were curling around the back of my skirt. I knew that it would only be a matter of a few seconds before he would unzip my skirt, then pull it off.
I decided that if I was going to make a move at all, it would have to be at that moment.
Suddenly, I reached out with my right hand, delivering a swift, decisive slap which caught him on the side of the face.
The slap was good enough to do the trick. He dropped his hands suddenly, giving me a chance to make my escape from the car.
"What the hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing the side of his face.
By the time he sufficiently recovered, I was on the sidewalk and walking swiftly toward my house.
"Come back here," he called out frantically, jumping out of the car and walking toward me.
"That's my brother's car in the driveway over there," I pointed toward Mike's green Nova in the driveway. "You just better watch it. He's nineteen and a great athlete. I don't think you'd want to tangle with him."
"I know all about your brother's reputation," Stan said sarcastically. "You don't have to try and impress me."
"I'm not trying to impress you. I'm just trying to tell you what'll happen to you if you give me any more trouble."
"I don't want to make war, I want to make love," he said with disgust.
"Try it on some other girl who-likes to be treated like a tramp."
"You've got the wrong idea."
"I've got the right idea," I said, storming away.
Stan shook his head, then walked dejectedly back to his car.
Just as I was entering the front door of the house, I heard him gunning it. I turned around and watched him jotting off swiftly in the distance. He certainly didn't like to be thwarted once he had sex in mind.
As I opened the door and walked inside the house, I had mixed feelings. Even though I hadn't liked the idea of him coming on that fast, in trying to take advantage of me, I could never forget those beautiful sensations he supplied with his fingers. He really knew how to work them against my nest, and all it had taken were a few of his strokes for me to begin to spill some pussy juice.
The last few months I had had so many opportunities for sex that I couldn't even begin to count them all.
Maybe I'm only sixteen, but I've got the kind of face and body that make most women turn passionate red with envy. I know, because I've seen it happen enough times. My breasts are a perfectly formed thirty-eight inches, and my hips thirty-six. When you measure those assets against a twenty-two inch waist, coupled with long, flowing blonde hair and green eyes, you get the point. I'm in constant demand.
I surrendered my pussy for the first time just a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday, and since then the hectic race has been on. Every guy at school wants into my cock-pit, along with a number of guys who go to school with my brother Mike, even though they're afraid to make a move in front of him.
I entered the living room, calling out to my brother. My folks wouldn't be home from work for another hour yet, and, after Mike failed to reply, I figured he was probably in his room studying.
I walked quickly down the hall toward his room, deciding to look in on him just to make certain that he was there and studying. Since his car was out in front, my curiosity was aroused.
From the time that I was just a little tot, I had always had a profound admiration for Mike. At nineteen, he was all that a young guy could dream of being.
For one thing, he had a full 4-year athletic scholarship to State University, where he was their star miler.
I saw him in every one of his track meets and the hero worship I held for him seemed to increase rather than diminish the older that I got.
As I approached his room, I thought I heard strange sounds coming from inside it. It sounded like people panting. At first I thought that my ears were playing tricks on me, but when I opened the door just a crack, I got a full view of everything.
Mike was sprawled out in the middle of his bed, stark naked.
His legs were spread widely, and his face was reddening with increasing desire as he lay there, being spiritedly sucked-off by his girl friend, dark-haired Sarah Fletcher.
Since I had seen Sarah around the house a number of times with Mike, I kind of figured that they had a good deal going between them, but it was really something being jolted for the first time. I mean, actually seeing your own brother in the act with a good-looking chick.
Sarah was a senior, two years older than Mike, and had been a princess at the last homecoming-day festivities.
Her long, black locks bounced in her self-created breeze as her head bobbed up and down.
Sarah was also naked, and she possessed a body that was just about as beautiful as mine.
I observed her long, flowing breasts bouncing in all their firmness along with the rest of Sarah's body as she let her lip and tongue drag along the tip of Mike's hard penis.
She began to accelerate her movements over his throbbing member, which was swollen to full length. It bulged with flaming desire, ready to explode from the swift movements generated by Sarah's tongue.
"Keep sweeping your tongue over my dick," Mike sighed. "I love your movements, honey, keep the tongue moving quickly. As a matter-of-fact, you can even move it faster. I love what you're doing."
His words of encouragement sparked Sarah all the more. Her long, smooth, firm legs began to tremble from the burning activity that was in progress.
Her tongue, which had been concentrating on the burning tip of Mike's throbbing stock, soon began to extend itself to other parts of his phallus.
She began to let her tongue slide down the base of his long stem, and as she continued making fervent contact with his cock, she let the fingers of both hands start to wind their way around his balls.
She worked her tongue eagerly on his testicles, tickling his balls while she kept on sucking the full length of his cock.
I could soon see a difference in his reaction after she began to work her fingers around his balls. His buttocks began to bounce resoundingly on top of the bed, and as I heard the bedsprings begin to jangle, I couldn't help but feel those same tingles of delight in my pussy that had been there just a few minutes earlier when Stan Greenwood was getting fresh with me.