Chapter 1
Melissa Hardy was pleased, excited, and more than a little astonished that Peter Selby had invited her to go for a drive in the country in the expensive new sports car his father had given him for his eighteenth birthday. The car was the talk of the isolated Georgia town. None of the other boys from the right side of the tracks, as the townspeople would put it, had ever dared to be so openly interested in Melissa-who was nothing but poor white trash from the wrong part of town. As though the hick backwater in which she'd been born, and was condemned to grow up in, had a right part! The other boys Melissa had been going out with were perfectly willing, even eager, to sneak around after dark, meet her on street corners, go for rides on lonely lovers' lanes; but none of them wanted his stuck-up family to know that he was courting the daughter of the late town drunk, who lived on a ramshackle and unproductive farm on the edge of town with her two crude, factory-worker older brothers. , But Peter was so open, so warmly friendly and natural, whenever he stopped to talk to Melissa at school between classes... he even walked her partway home, until he got the car-then he drove her all the way home, right through the town square, indifferent to the gossip that resulted. Melissa was proud to be Peter's girl. She felt a rush of warmth, just looking at him: he was so much handsomer than any of the lower-class boys she'd dated. God! how the other girls in town must be swooning with envy after seeing Peter Selby, the rich banker's only son and heir, dating Melissa Hardy-walking beside her-driving her around-laughing at everything she said when she tried to make entertaining conversation.
Melissa had been taught by bitter experience that her only chance of escaping from the grinding poverty and ugliness that surrounded her was to get her hooks into a boy from a better family; and she couldn't hope for a more suitable candidate than Peter. Melissa was only fourteen, but she was already a woman-almost a woman of the world, for her lack of solid formal education-she didn't do very well in school, although she tried her best-was amply compensated for by an innate shrewdness and common sense that sometimes amounted to cynicism.
She knew that she had only one asset-her youth and her beauty. And even the people who sneered at Melissa had to admit that she was one of the town beauties. She'd always looked mature for her years. Her breasts had always been fuller than those of the other girls she knew; she'd been the first in her crowd who needed to wear a bra. And her period had begun when she'd been only eleven. Her slender but already voluptuously curved body swayed involuntarily when she moved, turning on every male in the vicinity whose switch wasn't broken. Melissa's long, thick hair was golden brown, with copper highlights when the hot Georgia sun kissed it. Her clear, unblemished forehead, perfect straight nose, uptilted lips lightly touched with the glossy pink lipstick that became her so well, and her pertly rounded chin made her, as the cliche would have it, a picture of loveliness and the envy of less fortunate girls. Nobody looking at her-at her full-blown tits and strongly molded hips-would guess that she was only fourteen.
Nor would an uninformed observer imagine that sweet, innocent-looking Melissa Hardy was already well on her way to becoming the town tramp! Melissa looked virginal; but she was no virgin. She'd already given her lush young body to two of the horny young boys she'd gone to the drive-in movies with-and how glad she was that she'd discovered how exciting and enjoyable sex could be, while she was still young enough to savor it to the fullest! Seducing Peter Selby and persuading him to ask her at least to go steady (if not to marry him!) was Melissa's current project...and some sixth sense assured her that this afternoon would be the crucial moment. She'd already allowed Peter to put his hot hand inside her bra and caress her ripe tits. Now it was time to bring in the heavy artillery.
"It's so stuffy and sultry out today-even here on the porch," was almost the first thing Melissa said when Peter drove up in front of the unpainted and ill-repaired Hardy place, of which Melissa felt so ashamed. She was grateful that Peter pretended not to notice the dilapidation and filth and general air of sullen misery that seemed to hang over the house and the unused barn. Even the board fence was full of gaps-Melissa was unable to get either of her shiftless, no-good brothers to fix it up, no matter how much she nagged. "Maybe if we went for a nice long ride in your beautiful new car, Peter-somewhere-anywhere it's cool would be simply divine! It's just so hot out here! I'm burning up!"
"Whatever you want to do's just fine with me," Peter drawled.
Melissa climbed into the low-slung, open Triumph two-seater. Easing herself down into the bucket seat gracefully was a difficult maneuver, and although she managed it well, her short skirt was hiked up in the process, baring the top of her bargain-basement nylon stocking, the cheap lacy garter that she hadn't wanted Peter to see, the creamy flesh of her upper thigh, and even a glimpse of her cheap panties. Melissa pulled the skirt back down with a modest gesture, but only after making sure that her wealthy boyfriend had obtained a good long look as he got into the car beside her and turned the ignition key with a hand that, she was pleased to notice, shook just a little. Peter was hot for her, all right. But she'd have to play her cards right. If only she had a little more experience in handling men-in manipulating them-in getting what you wanted out of them, without risking too much in return! God damn! The confessions magazines and pulp romances that Melissa bought at the drugstore with the meager allowance her brothers gave her helped some, but not enough. In those stories seduction was always easy-but the girl was always punished for throwing away what the preacher called her virgin flower. Melissa wasn't interested in being a flower, virginal or otherwise. She wanted to be a rich man's wife! Banker Selby's filthy-rich daughter-in-law!
They drove through town and out into the depressingly monotonous rural landscape. Farms-pigs rooting in the mud-plowed fields. It was all ugly and uninteresting. There was no excitement in the life here. Well, Melissa was about to inject some excitement into her life. She let out a languid little sigh as the air ruffled her hair, and moved over closer against Peter as he steered the car-no mean trick with bucket seats. Her ripe little butt bumped his hip "accidentally." She clung to his arm as he steered the Triumph with one hand over the bumps in the dirt road. The jostling sank his Strong young biceps repeatedly into the soft fullness of her breast. It seemed to poor unsuspecting Peter that all of his sensory perceptions were concentrated in that arm muscle. Almost all.
Melissa wriggled again and her hip snuggled harder against his body. He felt a hot, flashing reaction deep in his loins: they seemed to contract and his rod got hard with shocking abruptness, standing rigid and pressing eagerly against the taut fabric of his worn jeans. The front wheel hit a pothole and jostled them roughly; Melissa deliberately used her free hand to grasp Peter's thigh for support, emitting a squeal of mock-fright. Her fingers "accidentally" closed around the solid muscle she was touching. And-thrillingly-her hand brushed against the bulge in Peter's pants for the briefest second before she reluctantly took it away. He felt huge and she was beginning to feel a stirring between her own clamped-together thighs. Melissa was still too inexperienced to understand fully what these sensations meant, but she knew one thing-it sure felt good!
Peter caught his breath sharply and, wetting his lips with his tongue, stared into the rearview mirror and tried to concentrate on the road. But there was no traffic; he could almost drive the car by feel alone. He was certain that Melissa's hand had touched his dick quite by accident. Still, it had happened and his cock ached, heated up, throbbed with lusty young life where the back of her hand had struck it. If only he could get her to take it out and play with it this time, once they started necking and petting-shit! It was almost enough to make a guy come in his pants just thinking about it!
Melissa knew he was hard. She knew how much he must be lusting after her. She'd even obtained a quick idea of how well he was hung down there now! She smiled and pressed closer. Things were going exactly according to plan.
He exhaled through his parted lips, wondering if she was deliberately crushing the resilient plushness of her breast against his arm. Jesus! Such tits on such a slender girl. And only fourteen! There ought to be a law against such early bloomers-there probably was. There was certainly a law against screwing girls that young. Statutory rape was the term for it. And rape, period, was what was beginning to drift into Peter's overheated mind. He just had to have this sexy little bitch-no matter what. After all, a guy could go crazy from wanting it and not getting it. He'd pop his cork instead of his load!
"Doesn't that glade over there look inviting, Peter?" Melissa breathed. "Over there." She pointed; it was a secluded spot, surrounded by trees and on the bank of a tiny stream. Peter braked the Triumph at once. "Oh-doesn't it look pretty?" Melissa gushed, as her boyfriend pulled the car off the road and yanked the emergency brake lever with a rough gesture that was oddly-well, erotic. "Doesn't it look cool?" Melissa added, getting out of the car with a repeat performance of the hiked-up skirt routine. She sounded breathless with anticipation. And she was! "So fresh and coolI'm just burning up all over. You know?"
Know? His old man was always telling him he was too dumb to ever make it in the business world; but right now Peter could've written a book on the subject of burning up. Melissa had already run into the trees, laughing, calling to Peter to catch her. He pursued her. He seized her and pulled her eagerly into his arms; she fell against him with a gesture of abandonment that was almost painfully arousing, her ripe breasts flattening against his chest. He closed his fingers around one of those sensational tits and squeezed. Melissa shivered, moaned, her breath warm on his cheek as, still cupping and caressing her tit, he bent down quickly to kiss her. The familiar shock waves shot through his body as she kissed back fiercely, passionately; his legs began to feel weak... her warm mouth tasted fresh, soft as it opened against his. Peter knew that, in all his rutting around the countryside, he'd never met up with a girl so responsive-so eager-hell, just kissing her, feeling her kiss back with her mouth and tongue in that wanton, virgin-whorish way, was more exciting than fucking most other young cunts!
He wanted to get closer and closer to her body, to taste it, to enjoy the purely sensual delight of it crushed against his larger, sturdier frame. Melissa pressed her wide-open mouth upwards for him in a bruising kiss. He felt her quiver as his tongue slid between her teeth... shudder upon shudder, racking her entire body. He thrust his tongue as deeply towards her throat as he could; the delicious sweetness of her juicy mouth almost drove him insane with lust-the way she completely surrendered to him, seeming to have no desires of her own, wishing only to satisfy his. There was nothing liberated about Melissa Hardy! His hand squeezed her plump, swelling breast; he could actually feel the stiffening nipple through the thin top and lacy brassiere she wore. His cock was now so rigid he was in sexual agony.
She caught his free hand and pressed it as hard as she could over her other heaving tit as, panting for breath, she took her mouth away from his long enough to gasp, "I wouldn't let anybody else do that to me but you... oh, Peter!... you make me feel so wild-so hot! I don't know what to do...we shouldn't, don't-oh play with my titties! I-I just don't know what I'm doing, I love you so much!" Nonsense! She knew exactly what she was doing, getting Peter Selby so hot for her body that he'd become her sexual slave! But Melissa was getting excited. Horribly excited. So excited that she could feel herself losing control of the situation. She was rapidly approaching the point at which she wanted Peter's hard young body and cock every bit as much as she wanted him to desire her. She didn't know if she'd be able to tease him much longer without dying of frustration herself.
She was gazing up at his handsome, sexy young face, her blue eyes glazed over as though she were sleepy or drugged-or horny! He kissed her on the lips, then drew his wet mouth along her jawline, licked behind the curved shells of her earlobes, ran his tongue down her throat. She moaned and trembled. He slipped one hand up under her top and worked his fingers beneath the lacy cup of her bra. He cupped that ripe tit in his moist palm, feeling the turgidity of the nipple against his skin. Peter began to work her clinging top upwards to expose both breasts inside their artificial support. He reached behind her and daringly unfastened the catch of the bra, so that he could tug it downwards and away, and let Melissa's tits spill out into his waiting hands, naked. She did not protest or resist, only moaned louder and pressed her boobs against his spread fingers, inviting him to grasp and fondle them as he wished. He tore one hand away with the utmost reluctance, to fumble for the zipper of her skirt. In one gulp he was accomplishing more than he had in the course of half a dozen dates with her, and he intended to take full advantage of Melissa's sudden, inexplicable willingness to go further with their explorations of one another's bodies than they had up to now. Peter was now almost sure of it: he was going to get laid!
She was standing in front of him, trembling, half-stripped in the golden wash of the sunlight, breathing hard through parted full lips, eyes tightly closed in ecstasy. Peter felt that he could do anything he wanted to her, with her, in that moment and the feeling gave him a sense of sexual power that was almost overwhelming in its intoxication. He kneaded her bare breasts roughly, sucked on their points, tasted them, licked them with his tongue, kissed the small but rigid nipples until Melissa was whimpering with delight-and desire. He ached with his throbbing need.
"Do you like me?" she whispered passionately, caressing his blond hair with one hand as he sucked on her tits.
"Hell, yes!"
"Would you-like to-see me all over? I mean, naked?"
He almost shot in his pants at the thought. "Yeah! Yeah! Take it off, Melly-let me take your clothes off, honey-let me see your beautiful sweet cunt! Let me look at all of your fucking bod!"
He was hers! she thought with a wild feeling of triumph. She'd gotten him so turned on that he would say anything-do anything-promise anything-to get inside her! Melissa, too, was almost frantic with lust. Her hot breath seared his cheek as she lowered her head to whisper into his ear, "I'll let you see all of me-touch all of me, Peter... if you want!" He groaned as though she'd struck him full in the groin! There was no mistaking her meaning! That sensational young body was his to touch-to fuck! They were going to do it right here on the grass, out in the open! Sweet ever-fucking Jesus Christ!
"If," Melissa added as an afterthought, even as Peter began to tear her skirt down from her writhing hips, "you'll be nice to me!"
"Nice?" he asked, panting, as he continued to strip her with shaking hands. "What do you mean, honey? I'll be real nice to you if only you'll let me... don't be afraid... I won't hurt you none! I done it before with other girls! They all came back begging me'for more!""
Melissa didn't doubt it. But she was going to be the only one who got more. "I didn't mean that, Peter darling. I mean-you know! If I were your sweetheart... your steady girl. If everybody knew that I was. If you took me to nice places-or eveninvited me to your house to meet your parents and their friends!"
Peter went on caressing her naked breasts, her thighs, her belly, even the mound of her cunt through the panties she put a hand down to keep him from ripping off-but his erection subsided just a notch. He was horny, and not the brightest young man under the best of circumstances; but he wasn't dumb, either. He knew what she was after. Oh Christ, these social-climbing young cunts! Always trying to make deals! At a moment like this, when he was so hot and bothered he was ready to promise her anything in exchange for the fuck she dangled out in front of him as a lure. She was just Like the rest-oh, she probably wanted his body, but she was after his daddy's money too! God damn! But Peter had to admit, even amidst his bitter disillusionment, that the bargain was a fair one. Melissa's body was worth all the dull parties his mother had ever thrown in her life. Maybe he could get out of it somehow-but to hell with worrying about it now! His parents would kill him if he ever brought a piece of white trash Like
Melissa Hardy into the house. But he'd die anyway unless he rammed his throbbing hard-on up that sweet, juicy, conniving, little cunt!
"I'll take you lots of places-buy you some nice presents," he suggested breathlessly, as a compromise.
"Couldn't you tell your folks-how nice I am? How much you like me?" Melissa insinuated, caressing his disheveled blond hair.
"They wouldn't believe how fucking nice you are!" he gasped, with complete sincerity.
She giggled and bent down to kiss him, pulling her breasts out of his reach for a moment. Then she arched her back so her breasts rose up proudly and fell back against his groping hands. "Oh, you...you know what I mean," she said-only too accurately. "You'll tell your folks how you met a nice girl you might like to marry, and wouldn't they like to ask her to come over sometime to meet them? You could do that-if you really like me as much as you say you do-if you love me, Peter-if you aren't just using me-if you'll still respect me after... after what we're about to do!"
She tore herself away from him and threw herself down on the grass; Peter knelt beside her, and she pulled his head down to her swollen bared breasts and aching nipples as he muttered some incoherent promise into the fragrant, freshly sweet cleavage between her jutting firm mounds, moaning in uncontrollable desire. If he was thinking at all now, he was thinking with his hips as he ground his still-clothed body down against her glowing near-nudity, his fingers groping for her panties as he sucked her tits one after the other. Melissa caught his hot, flushed face between her hands, raised his head and kissed him, using her tongue to excite him even more than he already was. She soul-kissed him frantically, moaning, as though she wanted to suck his tongue down into her throat. He had her moist panties yanked halfway down her thighs; her cunt was exposed. The hilly mound was covered with a thick patch of golden-brown pubic curls, and the pink slit that split the fur in two looked as though it had never been touched, let alone penetrated. But the lips were moist and parted slightly, and the tiny blade of Melissa's stiffening clitoris had begun to peep out from beneath its hood of protective flesh. Despite the heat of the afternoon, and the warm sun that beat down on her body, she couldn't stop shivering as Peter's hands explored her nudity with clumsy haste. She was stripped except for her stockings, and Peter was beginning to fumble with the fastenings of his own mussed clothes. He gaped down at her, his eyes agonized, his breath coming and going in labored, dog-like pants.
"I've just got to fuck you, Melly," he whimpered. "I just got to! I can't stand it-I'm going to die unless we fuck!"
Unlike other girls, who reacted in prim token shock to the four-letter word, she only nodded, misty-eyed, her hips writhing against his as he stripped off his unbuttoned shirt and flung it aside. He reached down to open his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. Melissa lay back quietly, waiting, her long legs in their cheap stockings drawn up to press against his thighs on either side and hold him in place between hers as he pushed down his pants and worked the taut-stretched, damp synthetic material of his expensive, fly-less French underpants free of his hard-on. It popped out from its long confinement and trembled in the open air, enormous. Melissa, looking at it, gasped as Peter grasped it in one hand and thrust the other down over the delicate triangle of light-brown hair over her pussy mound and rubbed the liquidly glistening lips of her vulva with his fingertips as he masturbated himself with a few strokes in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure and tension her teasing had created within his cock.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from that big hard thing. It was noticeably thicker and longer than the cocks her other two lovers had shoved between her thighs. Their clumsy, unsubtle fucking had hurt her a bit, especially at first, before her natural lubrications were tapped and wetted her penetrated loins, easing the fierce friction. And Peter was hung like a stud horse compared to those two other muscular young high-school jocks! It might kill her, or at least damage something inside her tender young cunt. But God! how badly she wanted it, now that she had set eyes on it at last!
"Oh, Peter-fuck me!" she heard herself blurting out. She was shocked by her own words: she wanted to excite Peter, all right; wanted him to get hot for her and fall in love with her-but it wouldn't do to let him think she was unladylike or a slut!
It was too late to worry about his private opinions of her sudden forwardness. He took her at her word, and shoved her down on the grass. She spread her trim, nylon-sheathed legs as wide as she could, knowing from her limited but intense past experience that this would open up her cunt and make it easier for her to take Peter's monstrous penis without too much discomfort or difficulty. He was falling on top of her, groping wildly at her buttocks to pull her hips upwards against his groin as he tried to jam the thick smooth head of his hard cock between her tiny labia-and succeeded! He thrust that first solid inch of himself up into her cunt opening, and Melissa cried out and squirmed as her pussylips were brutally thrust asunder and compressed ... Peter was too excited to be gentle or patient with her. He had the sensation of molten heat, of a fierce, searing intensity, bathing the head of his prick as it rubbed around frantically in Melissa's gradually yielding pussy pit, trying to push deeper between those soft clinging folds of delicate feminine tissue. He was sinking down into her lush hot body inch by torturous, exquisite inch!
"Ahhhhhhhh-fuck IT! CGGGGGGGGG! " the girl screamed hysterically as half of the rigid shaft of his prick tore into her cunt.
Melissa, impaled on that lusty young prick and loving it despite the considerable pain the steady insertion was causing her, squirmed slightly, moaned; biting his lip in concentration, Peter pushed harder and gasped in delight as he felt Melissa's cuntlips yawn to accept all of his blunt cockhead between them. Sweat running down his handsome, tanned face, the ruthless, horny stud shoved even more roughly and the semi-conscious girl groaned in ecstatic pain as the rest of the thick, solid prickshaft penetrated the depths of her cervix, the wet mouth of her stretched pussy forming a wide-open, surprised-looking O of lust around the cylindrical bulk of the cock now implanted in her body.
"Oh, Peter!" Melissa moaned happily as her lover began to fuck her with fast, hard strokes'. She thrilled to the strange but satisfying feeling of warmth and pressure that was building inside her cunt. Peter grasped the cheeks of her ass and crushed them between his fingers as he pinned her body beneath his and drove the full length of his dick up into her wet hot snatch again and again. Melissa's well-developed cunt muscles had already sprung into action, involuntarily closing about his shaft and massaging it eagerly, responding to his every thrust...Peter got even more excited, his movements more abandoned, as he humped his body against Melissa's, fucking her with wild rutting glee, feeling his tough hard prickmeat pumping in and out of those juicily lubricated, tender, bruising vaginal tissues that flexed violently with every new withdrawal or downward thrust. She loved it, the bitch! She just loved to fuck! She was the hottest, horniest piece of ass Peter had ever had the good fortune to plow! Melissa was shamelessly responding to her stud's thrusts now, encouraging him, begging him to screw her harder, to make her come-she threw both arms -around Peter's muscular nude torso and pressed him to her breasts, her trim legs automatically tightening around his hips as he screwed her furiously, each lunge seeming more violent, more exciting, than the last.
Peter calmed down a bit, forced his raging body to slacken its pace somewhat, so that he could enjoy the ride by rearing up on his elbows and looking down between their joined bodies to see how his cock slid in and out of Melissa's tight hot cuntmouth. Her thick creamy fluids were leaking out around the throbbing shaft as it forced apart the lips of that lush young pussy with no effort at all now. His plunging tool tore into her body, meeting only enough resistance to make it exciting. He put his hands over her sweaty breasts and squeezed the beautifully pear-shaped mounds with their large dark nipples that were now pointed and hard with intense arousal. Peter leaned over, thrusting deep into her, to bury his hot face between those enticing tits as he molded them with his fingers.
Melissa, moaning uninterruptedly as he fucked her, roused herself from her sensuous languor and began to take a more active role in their screwing; she wrapped her thighs around her fucker's strong narrow waist and hips, angling her pelvis so as to open her cuntal canal up even wider and accept more of that lovely cock that was drilling in and out of her. She humped her ass upwards against Peter's grinding body with mad erotic abandon, screaming as his cock tore into her, the hard shaft scraping over the point of her erect clit and nearly killing her, the sexual charge that resulted from this accidental contact was so intense!
Ignoring the pain that shot through her body each time his immense stud dick stabbed deep into her mushy loins, Melissa matched each of Peter's thrusts with a fierce upward hump of her own. Her clit was rubbed again and again, until it felt so good that she was afraid she'd faint, moaning and crying out shrilly as her whole body responded to the pressure exerted on its most responsive point. Her arms trembled as they clasped Peter's body and ran over his hot damp nakedness, caressing his head, his neck, his back, his bare, writhing, muscular buttocks that provided the impetus behind those incredible fucking thrusts.
"Oh lover-honey-fuck my cunt!" the girl cried, utterly shameless now as she surrendered completely to the animal passions she craved. Their naked bodies meshed in a blur of heat and sweat and erotic frenzy as Peter neared his climax. "Fuck me, Peter! Fuck my cunt! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Do it! Do it to me! Fuck me in my hot cunt! Screw me, screw me-oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Jesus Christ-you hot bitchin' piece of ass!" he gasped, driven half out of his mind by the way her eager cries and pleas and writhing, whore-like movements only multiplied the intolerable sensations he could feel building up quickly to their inevitable explosive climax inside him. He pulled back, away from her writhing body, again, nearly coming at the lewd sight of the way his dickshaft was being gripped and caressed by the hot-pink, flushed, inflamed-looking lips of that damp clinging pussymouth. With a cry of near-orgasmic excitement, Peter toppled forward again, burying his pulsing rod deep inside her cunt, until their bodies pounded together and he was jammed all the way up inside her, filling her completely with hard cock. His come-swollen balls swung between his husky, quivering thighs as he fucked Melissa in a rutting frenzy, preparing to empty the liquid contents of his aching nuts into her.
"Oh fuck-oh yes-I'm....coming-!" Melissa cried suddenly, her taut, flushed face lighting up with an even more sultry glow as the wild, overwhelming sensations of approaching orgasm hit her like a body blow. It was the real, deep, good thing: a full, flooding vaginal orgasm that seemed to send ripples of molten fire through her bloodstream until her shivering flesh melted into hot, steamily moist nothingness around Peter's prick. He had terrific endurance for a horny and overexcited stud of his age, but Melissa's fierce vaginal contractions as she came were just too much for him; as that tightening cuntal canal threatened to crush his cock, he grunted and felt the familiar sense of helplessness sweep over him-and he knew that he was going to get his numbed rocks off at last! There was a burning and buzzing sensation in the base of his cunt-buried cock...he gasped for breath, then held it and tensed-drove himself deep into Melissa's slushy sexual swamp for one last time-then groaned aloud with relief as his entire body shook in the convulsions of an unusually intense and satisfying come. Hot sperm shot from his dick to drench that dark, wet interior he'd just possessed so ruthlessly, lubricating the canal so that his wild, involuntary thrusts back and forth inside it were easy now as he pumped his come into her cunt, filling it with gush upon fiery gush of the warm wet seed, until his overcharged balls felt depleted and sore from the relief that had been too long in coming. Panting, the young stud glued his mouth to one of Melissa's erect nipples and sucked on it greedily as he allowed his shaking, sweating body to calm down, and his excitement was replaced momentarily-by a warm, sweaty languor in which he felt that nothing could ever be as good as what he had just experienced.
Melissa had come, too, and was breathless and exhausted from the intensity of her physical responses. Now, her sore pussylips still contracted and relaxed rhythmically around the bulk of Peter's still-hard prick; she could feel the wet stickiness of his semen trickling down her thighs, and for the first time the possibility of pregnancy entered her mind. She panicked for a split-second, then relaxed again as she realized that it would be so much the better if she did get herself knocked up. She'd be able to force Peter to marry her, despite her tender age and whatever objections his stuck-up parents might raise. O God, give me a baby! she prayed, with a fervor she rarely displayed in church on Sunday mornings.
Peter pulled out of her and sat up, looking dazed, as he reached down and drew Melissa into his arms. He did love her, she was certain, despite the whorish way she'd thrown herself at him. Her silken hair was loose and mussed as it fell around her face; she still had the wanton expression that had thrilled him during their lovemaking. She tried to reach for her discarded clothes to cover herself, but he stopped her.
"Don't-I want to play with your pussy... touch it-finger it!"
"Oh yes!" Melissa breathed.
He pushed his hand between her parted thighs, forcing her legs apart, then worked the tips of his fingers into the rich, hot liquidity of his melting come mingled with the natural lubrications she'd secreted during their fucking. He heard her breathing grow labored as his fingers found and stroked her rigid clit and she opened her thighs wider in wanton invitation. Christ! the bitch loved it! She'd do anything he wanted! Peter was getting horny again, his cock throbbing with new life-as though he hadn't had that orgasm that had seemed to drain him completely only minutes before!
Melissa was incredible; she could give a dead man a hard-on in his pine box in the funeral parlor... She lay there beside him, half beneath him, spread-legged, shamelessly offering her cunt to his probing digits, as he explored her moist sticky vaginal interior and played with her clitoris until her hips ground like a stripper's and she moaned in fierce sexual hunger-hunger for his cock! She closed her own delicate fingers around the dripping phallus and moved her clenched fist up and down on it with an expertise that suggested considerable prior acquaintance with the workings of this piece of the male anatomy. They were going to do it again before the hot afternoon sun had dipped much lower in the blue sky-that much was pretty certain. Peter couldn't wait. He pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt and pushed her flat on the crushed grass where they'd screwed. Then he went back to work on her clit, moving his thumb and forefinger more rapidly on the tiny love button until Melissa was writhing beneath him and trying to shove his dick between her thighs as she jerked it for him with an equally hasty rhythm.
"Oh Peter-! Do it-do it please-do it to me!" she moaned, tossing her long hair about in the grass, wetting her panting lips with her glistening pink tongue.
"Do what, Melly? What do you want me to do to you?" he demanded, wanting to hear her say it-wanting proof of her uncontrollable lust for his body, for the pleasure he could give her in exchange for her own.
"Fuck me! I want you to fuck me, Peter... I want it so bad, your big hard cock in me-in my cunt! Fucking me! Filling me up! Making me feel good! Because I love you so much. I don't care if somebody comes and sees us fucking." So much the better, she thought wildly: proof that he'd seduced her-ruined her! After all, she was still way under age! "Fuck me good and hard, Peter darling-fuck me with your beautiful big man's cock!"
She was begging for what most guys only dreamed of talking girls into accepting, and Peter, his cock masturbated to full new rigidity by those skilled fingers, was unable to resist any longer. He shoved her hand away from his hard-on, grasped the turgid meat in his own fist, and leaned over her, aiming the head of his dick at her beckoning cunt. She threw herself back on the grass, spreading herself for him with her knees bent as his free hand forced open her labia. Her taut breasts rose, their nipples like two hard-closed rosebuds, as she sucked in her breath at the first contact of his cockhead against her hypersensitive pussylips. "Fuck!" Peter gasped out loud as he began to shove himself back into her. He was so excited he expected his heart to burst inside his heaving chest-either that, or he'd shoot off again even before he had it in her again.
Melissa offered no resistance when Peter seized her by the hips and, throwing himself on his back in the grass, pulled her on top of him; she instinctively sensed that he wanted her to straddle his body and, although she'd never "done it" in mis position, she eagerly threw herself into the exciting new game. Peter was lying beneath her now with his strong legs parted, his cock gripped in his fist and jutting upwards like a flagpole, his shaggy hair spread out over the forearm he shoved under his head as an improvised pillow as he gaped lustfully at Melissa's nudity.
"Sit on my dick and shove it up your snatch so we can fuck with you on top," he ordered her roughly.
Melissa was a little upset by the coarse way he told her what he wanted, but it was too late to play the prude now, and, besides, she was too inflamed by their previous coupling to act coy or take her time obeying. She straddled Peter's muscular body, her thighs parted as far as she could get them, her breasts swaying like twin pendulums as she thrust her pelvis forwards to open her labia and slowly but eagerly lowered herself over Peter's crotch, as though she were squatting over the toilet bowl to take a pee. The thought embarrassed her and it seemed very daring and wicked to be on top this way; no doubt Peter felt the same and that was why he liked it. And, Melissa discovered, in this position he could easily play with her boobs or her clit as they fucked. It was wonderful. But she was still blushing bright scarlet as she groped for the head of her lover's prick and, lowering her body the rest of the way, thrust the big cockhead up between her pussylips and used her weight to impale herself upon Peter's dick. Her cunt was sopping wet and felt chafed from the rough fuck they'd already indulged in, but Melissa was thrilled by how readily her cuntmouth opened up to accept
Peter's big tool. She gasped with excitement and relief as she felt all of that hard, solid cock jamming its way right up into the depths of her cunt.
Peter sat up suddenly with a brutal, thrusting jerk of his strong hips, and Melissa couldn't help shrieking as hall of his immense dick plunged deeper into her cunt for a moment, then pulled back as he began to screw her for real with fast, long strokes. God! He was so big! So hung! That cock of his seemed to fill her body completely, making it stretch-surely it must be tearing her inside, bruising the delicate walls of her vagina, scraping her poor cuntal canal raw-?
"Take it all and get fucked! God damn!" Peter exclaimed before he shoved his head down to suck on one of her nipples, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. His hot hands were all over her trembling body, gripping her spread thighs to push her down on his stabbing, impaling cock-shaft, stroking her clit and her wide-spread, compressed labia where they formed a large, snug oval around the base of his dick, caressing her sucked-in, quivering belly, roaming higher to squeeze her breasts and jam them against his open, moaning mouth as he tongued first one hard nipple, then the other. Writhing, she felt her body sliding up and down on the shaft of his prick, her cervix contracting and relaxing, but always seeming to stretch-wider-wider-to accommodate the massive male implement that had been forced up into it so violently, that was fucking her with such lusty indifference to her discomfort and growing alarm.
"Ohhhh!" Melissa groaned, gripping Peter's shoulders to steady herself as she rode his penis shamelessly. "It hurts! It's going in me so far! Oh Peter-fuck me! Make it feel good for me! Fuck me, . make me come again, make it feel good the way it did before!"
"Like this?" he grunted, driving himself up into her innermost vaginal recesses with a single masterful stroke. She saw only blinding red pain for an instant; then, catching her breath, the agony was replaced by a rush of pleasurable sensations as her cunt thrilled to the fierce, hot friction of the huge cock that was sliding ruthlessly back and forth inside it, rubbing its shivering, quaking walls raw and reducing them to so much throbbing vaginal jelly. Melissa was getting into it now. Her body was receiving each thrust of Peter's hips, of his cock inside her, with a wild involuntary downward lunge of its own, designed to increase the delightful friction. Melissa could feel herself letting go, casting off all inhibition, all shame-all restraint; becoming nothing but a hole to be filled-a fire to be stoked-a cunt to be fucked by a cock!
"Give it to me, Peter-please fuck me good! I love it, I love your cock in me! In my hot cunt! In my juicy pussy! I'm going to come any fucking minute now, I just know I am, I feel all wet and hot down there, there, where your dick's going in and out of my pussy, oh shit does it ever turn me on! I can't stand it! I can't get enough of it! I wish we could just fuck forever and never have to stop. Oh Peter fuck me, fuck me-fuck me! Oh yes, yes, yes! Fuck me-yes-fuck me, oh fuck me!"
She no longer knew what she was saying, no longer would have cared had she been able to hear the lewd invitations and encouragements she was punctuating with her gasps and cries as Peter plowed her cunt from below with such devastating efficiency. Melissa was wild with lust and only knew that she was being coaxed steadily towards another intense orgasm. She was a women now, no longer a stupid, inexperienced girl: she'd been fucked and she loved it! She could satisfy a man-even an experienced, sophisticated young stud Like Peter Selby. "Fill me! Fill me!" she began to chant, in time to her up-and-down movements on his cock. "Fill me! Come in me, Peter, come in my cunt! Come in me! Oh please, will you fucking come in my cunt!"
"Jesus," Peter grunted, between mouthfuls of her breast, "I'm going to-can't hold it back any longer-fuck-God damn it-you horny bitch, you've got me so fucking hot-can't hold it back, here I fucking come! Take it, Melly! Take that hot load! Take it and come too! Come with me, baby, I want to see you come on my cock! Ahhhhh-!" He let out a loud, shuddering cry as he crushed her tits in his hands and slammed his groin up into hers again and again, with mounting speed and ferocity. "Ah! Fuck! Here it comes-!" He moaned as he began to shoot up into her. Melissa knew that she was coming; she wondered if what she felt was the multiple orgasm she'd heard and read about: the contractions were so strong, so fast as each succeeded the last, that she couldn't count them, couldn't even seem to draw a full breath as her vagina tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, gripped Peter's exploding prick and released it for an instant, over and over again.
His cock made quick hard jerks and thrusts deep in her as he fired his thick, warm semen into her. Peter was moaning, open-mouthed, his handsome face contorted and damp with sweat, as he pumped what felt like a quart of creamy come into Melissa's trembling, responsive, multi-orgasmic cunt, flooding it. She let out a cry as a final, fierce climax shook her to the depths of her being for a long moment, and then she collapsed altogether, desperately drawing air into her lungs in an effort to cool her overheated flesh.
Peter gave himself only a few seconds in which to begin to recover from his own orgasm before he eased Melissa's limp weight off him and let her bury her face in his hot, sweaty chest. He had shot so much come into her, and she'd wet herself so thoroughly with her own emissions, that his still-hard cock slipped out of her dripping pussy with no difficulty at all. Melissa was sure that if the two of them kept it up like this for long, she'd get pregnant and Peter would gladly marry her. After all, she told herself facilely as she clung to him, she wasn't using him. He was having his fun, too, and then some: she hadn't heard any complaints about her sexual performance so far! And she loved him. Melissa was quite certain about that now. She loved Peter... and she would have still loved him even if he wasn't rich.