Chapter 4
Carl leaned back in the chair, brought his thighs together. "Stand up here!"
Killy giggled and stood up on the chair, one foot to each side of him, her legs wide open.
"Hold your skirt up," Carl rasped. Killy drew her short skirt way up to her tummy and pushed her pussy forward for him. He filled his hands with her curvy asscheeks and licked her cunt all over. He had a worm's-eye view of her scrumptious tits.
So he licked, sucked and tongued her pussy, and took lots of peeks up at her jutting young tits. It was delicious to tongue-fuck her hot cunt and watch her horny tits quiver.
But he could do that only so long. Killy got very antsy after a while. She panted and gasped a lot, and got so hot that she couldn't keep still.
She humped her pussy and mauled her tits. "Carl! I wanna cum on your cock!"
So Carl unzipped his jeans and freed his aching cock so Killy could sit on it. He gripped her by the hips and pulled her down on it.
"Oh!" she gasped. "What a horny thing to do!"
She reached under her crotch, grasped his big cock, and got her wet pussy down on it. When she sat down, his whole cock disappeared up into her cunt.
"Oh, wow!" she cried hotly, and fucked her pussy on it.
Carl squeezed her hot tits as she rode up and down on his cock as if it were a pony. Killy came right away and her soaked, screwing pussy sucked him off. He thrust his cock up into her and busted his hot nuts.
"Ohhh!" Killy moaned. "How fun! Can we fuck this way again after lunch?"
"You bet!" Carl laughed, and they did.
Killy enjoyed it even more the second time, and as she came on his stiff cock, she rasped, "I never heard of fucking this way!"
"There are a lot of things you never heard of," Carl said thickly. "But you will. For today, though, we'll fuck this way."
"Goodie!" Killy laughed.
Since she liked being on top so much, Carl gave her a special treat after dinner that night. He had her get naked with him on the bed and he lay on his back with his cock sticking straight up in the air.
"Come sit on it," he invited.
Killy giggled excitedly and mounted him again. Her wet pussy sank down on his rigid cock and she went wild on it. She clawed and clutched her horny tits as she bounced up and down. Carl enjoyed her teen passion for fucking -that night and many more nights.
The clothes he'd bought her were great turn-ons. The very next day she wore her new minidress, and Carl fucked her on the sofa and later, on the floor.
The day after that she wore her blue outfit, the half-open shirt and shorts loose enough to show everything when she sat down. She was trying to do the dishes when Carl felt her up.
She giggled and turned in his arms, and he bent her back over his arm and sucked a peeking tit. He drew her to the table and got her on it. He pulled her shorts off and ate her pussy so good that she begged for his cock. He fucked her right there on the table.
He fucked her day and night for several weeks. Each day she wore a special outfit just for him, and he had the pleasure of removing it or fucking her in it. Killy had never been happier in her life.
Carl was counting on that. The more she liked him, the easier it would be to make the change that had to be made. He had already made a secret call to his friend in Oregon, and told him all about Killy and her hot, willing pussy.
Ben Stoner didn't believe it, but Carl convinced him it was true. No ropes, no gags, no whip, no cuffs. Nothing. Just a stiff cock! Then Ben could hardly wait to see her. So the arrangements were made.
Carl broke it to her slowly, cleverly. He waited until after she came on his cock and was just sitting there toying with it as he pet her purring pussy.
"Your pussy still looks like a virgin's," he said.
"I know," Killy giggled. "When I look at it in the mirror, I can't believe it had a cock in it."
Carl rubbed her tingling clit and said, "I have a friend who would love to see this."
"You do?"
"Yes. Ben Stoner. He lives up in Oregon, but he'll be here tonight." "He will?"
"Yes. So, why don't you put on your minidress? I'd like him to see how pretty you are."
Killy thought it was awfully nice of him to want to show her off like that, so she got off the bed and got into her tight little mini. Carl left the room to give her time to adjust to the idea-or put up a squawk. But Killy was still full of surprises.
She came out of the bedroom laughing and perched on Carl's lap.
"What tickled you?" he wanted to know.
"You," she giggled. "Ben must be a really good friend."
"He's like a brother to me," Carl said.
"He must be," Killy said, "if you're gonna let him see my pussy."
"Right now, I want to see it," he said, so Killy hiked her dress up in front and exposed her furry young cunt for him.
He was still playing with it when the doorbell rang. "Get that, will you, Killy?"
She pranced to the door and opened it and looked up into the face of a nice old guy with white hair and flashing eyes. He looked right at her half-naked tits and Killy smiled.
"Are you Ben?" she asked.
"Yes. You must be Killy."
"Uh-huh. Come on in."
Carl was on his feet and Killy watched the two men shake hands and greet each other like old friends. It gave her a warm feeling. And she wondered why people she knew couldn't be that friendly.
"Sit here," Carl said, and let Ben have his chair. Carl sat at one end of the sofa and Killy sat at the other, her eyes on the friendly visitor.
"Should I get coffee?" she asked Carl.
"No," he said, grinning. "Ben didn't come here for coffee. He came to see your virgin pussy."
"Oh, he did not," Killy scoffed. "You're just teasing me."
"Yes, I did," Ben said, and eyed her pretty legs.
"All the way from Oregon?" she gasped. "Golly!"
"Show him your tits first," Carl said.
So Killy sat back on the sofa and lowered her dress in front. Both men stared at her luscious, jutting tits.
"Show him your pussy," Carl said.
Killy drew her feet up onto the sofa, which exposed her cunt to the men right then, but she went a step farther and parted her knees so she could see it, too.
"Beautiful," Ben said hotly, and Killy smiled at him, because she thought he meant her pussy was beautiful. He did, but he also meant it was beautiful that she showed it to him so freely, just like Carl had told him she would. He shot Carl a private wink.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Carl told him. To Killy, he said, "Show Ben how you made yourself cum before you met me."
Killy knew exactly what he meant. He'd had her do it lots of times over the weeks-on the bed, in the kitchen, on the sofa.
She stretched her thighs wide apart and slipped one hand to her furry cunt. She rubbed it up and down until it was hot, then she worked a finger into it and ran it in and out real nice.
After a while, she made her thumb rub her clit, which had come out, as she finger-fucked her pussy. And, in no time at all, she came.
She threw her head back and her eyes fluttered. Her mouth opened and her tongue hung out. She gasped a lot as she squirmed her wet cunt on her clutching fingers.
"Jesus Christ!" Ben groaned.
"I told you," Carl chuckled.
Ben was hypnotized by her wet, humping pussy. He slid off the chair and crawled over to the sofa.
Killy's eyes were closed, so Carl said, "Take your hand away, Killy. Ben wants to eat your pussy for you. He'll make you cum real good."
"Ohhhmmm," Killy moaned, and moved her hand out of the way.
Ben plastered his mouth to her cunt and pushed his tongue into it. Killy caught her breath. He tongue-fucked her hot pussy and she gasped. He licked her stiff little clit and she whimpered.
"I'm gonna cum!" she screeched.
So Ben sucked her clit and worked his big thumb in and out of her pussy at the same time. Carl had never done that to her, not quite that way, so it felt deliciously different to her.
"Oh, golly!" she cried, squirming her pussy. "What are you doing with your thumb? Oh! Oh! Here it cumssss!"
Ben chewed her twisting clit and fucked her pussy with his large thumb, and Killy came like crazy. Her young body quivered all over as her hot pussy creamed and she looked beautiful when she came.
"Ohhh, wowww," she moaned when Ben kissed her pussy all over. "That was a juicy one!"
Ben looked at Carl and Carl said, "Well? What do you think?"
"Definitely!" Ben rasped. "The sooner, the better!"
Killy had no idea what they were talking about, but she didn't care, either. Ben was stroking her cummy pussy nice and she felt so creamy-dreamy that it didn't matter. She wasn't listening anyway.
"Do you have something for me?" Carl asked his friend.
"Yes," Ben said, eyeing Killy's cunt as it writhed on the finger he put in it. "It's down in the car."
Carl nodded and looked at starry-eyed Killy. "Killy," he said. "We need your help."
She looked over at him and he said, "Ben's wife died a few months ago, and he lives alone. I'd like you to go with him for a few weeks and help him with the housework-and anything else he might need help with."
Killy's heart went out to Ben right then. "Oh, you poor man," she cried, squirming her pussy on his friendly finger. "Sure I'll help you!"
"Settled then!" Ben said eagerly, and got to his feet. So did Carl, and Killy's eyes darted from lap to lap. Both men had big hard-ons.
To her surprise, neither man seemed to care. Their business was more important, whatever it was.
"Okay," Carl said to her. "Go get a suitcase out of my closet and pack your things. Ben and I will be back in a minute."
So Killy went into the bedroom and packed her sexy outfits, toilet articles, and her vibrator. When she carried the small suitcase into the living room, the door was open and Ben and Carl came in, hefting a rolled-up rug on their shoulders.
"What's that?" Killy asked.
"Oh, Ben's lending me a rug," Carl said, and they set the rug down on the floor.
"Ready?" Ben asked Killy. "We have a long drive ahead of us."
Killy looked at Carl. Tears stung her eyes and made them sparkle. She ran to Carl and, on her tiptoes, threw her arms around his neck, crushed her tits against his chest, and kissed him warmly.
"I'm gonna miss you!" she rasped.
"I'm going to miss you, too, kitten," Carl said. "But Ben needs your help bad. You be nice to him now."
"Oh, I will!" she promised, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. Then she rushed out the door so he wouldn't see her crying.
Ben and Carl winked at each other and shook hands at the door.
"Enjoy," Carl said and shut the door. He double-locked it and went to the rug. He untied its three ropes and slowly unrolled it.
There was a young girl in it. Stark naked. She was a cute brunette with a patch of black fur on her pussy. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her ankles were tied together. There was a wide strip of tape across her mouth. Her brown eyes were big with fear and wet with tears.
Kneeling beside her, Carl chuckled and said, "Welcome to California."
He pet her pussy. She wrenched it away from him, and he said, "I think Ben got the best end of this deal."
He was right. Killy was a gem right from the start. Ben turned to her in the car and took her into his arms and kissed her tears away, fondled her tits, and stroked her pussy a while.
"Don't you worry, kitten," he said soothingly. "I'm going to take good care of you."
The minute he called her kitten, she felt a lot better, little knowing that Carl had instructed him to call her that. She stopped crying and parted her pouty lips for his kiss. Then he was able to start the drive home.
To keep Killy from getting lovesick for Carl, Ben said, "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Put your feet up here on the seat."
So she leaned her back against the door and opened her legs on the seat. With his eyes on the road and a hand on the steering wheel, he slipped his free hand over and stroked her pussy all the way home. And that took hours. Killy came four times before he pulled up in front of a house and parked.