Chapter 6
Ann sat across the breakfast table from Jane. She had loaned the secretary one of her robes. The woman's big tits stretched out the flimsy fabric. Her nipples were dark under the white nylon.
She looked at her dad. He was absently stirring his coffee. His other hand was in his lap. She bet he was squeezing his cock, turning on looking at those tits straining to get out of that tight robe.
The girl frowned and sulked. She regarded Jane as a real threat. She wanted all her daddy's cock. All the time! What right did this bitch have to be so close to him all day-to tease him and suck him off and fuck him on his own desk? Ann wished he would stay at home with her!
She sighed. Jane looked at her, oddly.
"You were talking in your sleep last night," she said. "Who is Skip?"
Her dad shot her a quick glance. He was jealous! Good! Maybe he would hold Jane off, and come home early and fuck his hot daughter like she wanted him to! She knew the thought of her fucking around bothered him. What did he expect-that she would just go on fingering her burning clit after having found out what it was like to have a stiff cock reaming her fuck-hole?
"He lives next door," Ann said sullenly.
Her dad stood up, shoving his hard cock to a neutral corner of his shorts.
"Time to go to work. Stay in the house, Ann. Alone! I'll see about hiring some woman to be here with you. Don't bother fixing dinner. I'll be late."
The minute her dad and Jane had left, Ann skipped upstairs and ducked under the shower. Her head was full of plans. They were not about how to handle a stupid housekeeper!
She soaped her cunt and her ass. She rinsed off and slid the douche syringe up her touchy pussy-hole. Ann jerked it out and watched the water flow down her legs. She put the douche away and stood fingering her clit. She was thinking about the good-looking boy who lived next door. He was her age. Shy. Quiet. Skip hardly ever said two words to her when he came to collect for the newspaper.
Shit! That's it! He was due to come by today! She whisked into her bedroom and threw clothes in all directions-looking for just the right skirt and blouse to put on.
She picked out an old blouse. One with loose button holes. She chose a skirt that revealed the bottom of her smooth asscheeks when she bent over. The hell with a bra and panties! She wanted the action to roll right along. Ann jammed her feet into her sandals and hastily brushed her hair. Both her nipples poked out at her, in her mirror. The bruises on her face were almost gone. Marvelous what can happen when a girl's blood circulation was stepped up, she thought. Who needed a facial vibrator?
Ann frittered away the morning. Skip didn't come to her house. By noon, she was tired of playing with her pussy. Kid stuff. Fuck it. She wandered out into the back yard, trying hard to keep her hand away from her itching cunt.
"Hi! You got any oil at your place?"
Ann ran over to the fence. Skip was working on his bike. All he had on was a pair of old shorts. Her eyes riveted to his crotch. Her hands began to get sweaty. She could feel her nipples getting hard.
"Sure. I'll bring it over."
She ran into the garage and found a small can of oil. The gate banged behind her as she almost skipped into his yard. She squatted down beside him, watching him carefully oiling the front wheel bearings.
He reached for a rag and did a quick double take. She saw his cheeks getting red. Her heart began to thud in her ears. He could see her bare legs and the soft curve of her asscheeks as her skirt hiked up when she squatted down.
Ann moved like an Indian stalking his prey. She shifted around, opening her knees. He stared through the spokes of the wheel at her exposed cunt.
Ann was quiet, watching his crotch. Her fingers twitched. His cock-tip was sneaking out of his shorts and down his leg. She watched it swelling.
"That's nice," she murmured.
"What?"
"Your prick. You're getting a hard-on."
"It's your fault," he mumbled. "You don't have any panties on."
"I know that," Ann grinned. "If you'd like to get a really good look at my pussy, come on over. Nobody's home. I dare you!"
She stood up and looked him right in the eye. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She flipped it open. He stared at her tight tit-mounds, each one topped with a hard nipple.
"Jesus!" he muttered. "I'll be over." He stood up, turning red but letting her see his hard cock sticking up and lifting the leg of his shorts. "You sure are a hot chick. I-I never had a babe come on so fast."
Had he told the truth, he would have said he'd never had a babe come on at all. He was still cherry! Not that he didn't whack off every damn day-or watch her windows hoping to catch glimpses of her moving around without any clothes on. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he'd get her pussy practically right in the palm of his hand.
Ann glanced at his house and moved closer to him. Her hand closed around his throbbing cock. She turned around, keeping her back to his kitchen in case his mom was working in there. Her fingers pushed her blouse wide-open.
"Like them?" she asked. "You do. I can tell. Your cock is hard as a brick. Bring it over to my house. Now!"
Ann closed her blouse and patted his jerking cock. He'd begun to sweat already. She wondered how she could be so bold with him. Inside, she was shaking. She wanted to be fucked! He was handy and damn good-looking. It was almost impossible to let go of his cock, but he sure as hell couldn't walk down the alley and into her yard with his fantastic erection bobbing up and down. His mom would pee her pants if she saw him heading for a wild fuck session-following his hard cock like an arrow pointing straight in front of him.
Ann met him just inside her kitchen door. Her hand went straight for his crotch. He jumped. His prick quickly swelled and ached worse than it had when he once pumped off three loads in a row!
Her quick fingers ripped his shorts open. She knelt in front of him. Her hands lifted his rising cock. Without a single word, she opened her lips and slid his cock into her mouth.
He was in shock. What a wild chick! His balls tightened. Skip automatically reached out and grabbed her head. She slid down on his cock-shaft. He came to life with a sudden start and began fucking her mouth. He shuffled closer to her.
His confused mind flipped back to the one time he had seen his dad with a hard-on. He'd run into the bathroom and skidded to a quick stop, staring at his naked father with his hard cock almost out of sight in his mother's mouth. He'd backed out, stammering and apologizing, but he had never forgotten the look of utter bliss on his dad's face. Now he knew why! Ann's tongue was driving him ape! She licked his throbbing cock-shaft up one side, over his twitching cock-head, down the other side, and back up again. Her cheeks sucked in. He felt the fantastic suction of her mouth. His hips kept driving his hard cock deeper down her throat.
"Suck that fucker!" Skip gasped. "Suck me until you blow my damn balls off! You really know how to handle a guy's cock!"
Shit! What did he know. She might be the lousiest prick-sucker in the whole world. But to him, she was good beyond belief! His balls swelled. He was sure he was going to come. He could not stop his cock from wanting to go clear down her throat.
Ann pulled her head back. She looked up and smiled. Her tongue flicked out. She licked up the tender underside of his throbbing cock.
"Am I doing O.K.?" she murmured.
He wanted to tell her he thought she was terrific. Unbelievable! But he thought he ought to play it cool. Skip still could not believe he was standing naked in her kitchen with his hard cock in her mouth! He hoped to God his mom wouldn't go looking for him. She would have a stroke if she saw her cherry son getting his cock sucked off.
His mother loved to suck cock, too. When he'd burst into the bathroom, she hadn't stopped licking his dad's hard prick for even one second. Skip had fallen asleep each night, dreaming of shoving his cock in his mom's mouth and blowing his balls off. Now, he was having his erotic dreams come true. So fast! So easy! Ann had just come over, showed him her cunt and her tits, and invited him to a sex party for two. It was enough to make a kid really believe in Santa Claus!
"I think you're ready to fuck," Ann grinned at him impishly. "Want to do it right here? On the counter top?"
Skip was so hot to get his cock into her, he would have fucked her inside the refrigerator if that's what she wanted.
"Whatever you say. I mean, sure, that would be great!"
Ann slid her hot ass up on the top of the long counter. She pulled her skirt up and spread her legs, watching his eyes burning into her crotch.
His cock led him over to stand between her legs. His cock seemed to stretch out, like it knew exactly what to do and were to go. The intoxicating scent of her hot cunt reached his nose. His cock jerked. A long stream of thick fluid hung down from his prick-tip, like a silvery cobweb. He stared intently at her pink cunt-lips. Her clit thrust its way up through her tight pussy-curls.
"Well, don't just stand there. Haven't you ever seen a girl ready to fuck?"
Ann's impatient hands reached out and slid firmly around his ass. She jerked him up tight to her.
"Put your cock in me," she said in a low, husky voice. She leaned back. Her heels came up and the arches of her feet curved over the counter edge.
There it was! God damn! The first cunt he had ever seen up close. His cock kept jerking up and down, almost slapping against his bare belly. He grabbed for it and pressed it down. Wooow! Her cunt was burning hot! Slick! He moved his swollen cock-head around, trying to find her cunt-hole. Ah! He took a quick step forward. Skip heard Ann catch her breath. He saw her hands rip her blouse open, but he didn't want to look at her tits. It was too fucking exciting to see his hard cock going into her. Out of sight! Holy shit! He had just walked it right into her!
He stood stock still, thrilling to the erotic sensations of having a warm soft cunt around his cock. His cock had never felt this good! Not with Crisco smeared on his cock. Not when he bought a pound of liver and tied it in a roll and stuffed his cock into it. Some asshole in his class had told him that liver-fucking was the closest thing to feeling your cock inside a real cunt. That jerk. Ann's hot cunt was alive! Unbelievably hot! He could feel her inside cunt-muscles working on his cock like jillions of quick squeezing fingers. "Move!"
Ann's sharp command snapped him into life. He didn't know how long he had been standing like a dunce, shivering with the horny thrills of feeling his virgin cock being held in a velvet cunt-trap-that felt better than anything he had ever experienced in all his life!
His pole of rigid cock-flesh slid all the way home. Skip could feel himself at the very end of her tight cunt. He pulled back. Shit! Her cunt would not let him out. She had a grip like a vise! He moved forward, his knees banging against the cupboard doors under the counter.
Skip felt Ann's hands on his ass. They slid up around his waist. Skip suddenly jerked her ass off the counter, keeping his pulsing cock buried to the hilt. Her legs whipped around him. She muttered something, but he didn't really hear her. His ears were filled with a ringing noise. His balls hurt like a mule had kicked him. His cock knew what it wanted! It stayed all the way up in her cunt as he walked into the living-room, his cock Repeatedly butting at the end of her cunt-tunnel.
They fell on the sofa. Ann's legs instantly locked over his back. Her heels dug into him. She bit his neck. Her back arched, dragging her hard-nippled tits against his bare chest as he moved up and down, sinking every inch of his aching tool into her hot cunt-swamp.
"Fuck me, Skip!" Ann panted. "Fuck my ass off! Slam into me! I want to be fucked all day! All evening! My dad won't be home until late. He said so. Honest! Oh, Jesus you are good! So fucking hard! Jam it in me! Hurt me!"
She couldn't stop babbling. The words kept spilling out of her open mouth. She panted and gasped under Skip. Her arms tightened around his neck. Her hips whipped up and down, raising clouds of dust out of the old sofa cushions.
Skip was up in heaven! He was going out of his mind with pussy-lust! He met every snap of her hips with a harder thrust of his own. His cock seemed two feet long, and as big around as a fucking softball bat! He was so damn sensitive, he could feel every muscle in her cunt working on his cock!
"This is great!" he panted. "God damn, baby! My mom hollers and wheezes just like you. Every fucking night. She used to drive me batty. Now, I know why my pop fucks the shit out of her. There's nothing in the whole damn world like getting laid!"
"Save your breath. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Ann had broken her silence barrier. She was shouting! Screaming! Skip's hard cock had pulled her plug. All the times she had wanted to shout for joy, when she got off in her room with her mom on the other side of the thin wall, seemed to come together in one irresistible urge to yell at the top of her voice.
"Fuck me harder! Harder! Faster! Faster!"
Skip's knee slipped off the counter. Ann grabbed him, falling to the floor and ending up on top. She sat up quick as a flash, snapping her folded legs against his legs, riding like a mad woman on his stiff cock. Her hair flew around her face. Her mouth hung open. Saliva drooled down her chin.
Skip lay on the hard floor staring at his red cock going up into her slick cunt-hole. He could see her clit sticking out of her wide-open cunt-lips. He listened to the squishing noise his cock made every time Ann raised up and slammed her hot cunt down on his prick. For all he knew, all chicks fucked this wildly. She was doing it all! This was terrific! He lay back, grinning. His cock felt like it had swollen to twice its hard-on size-but that was terrific, too!
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! I'm coming, Skip, coming! Commmiinnggg!"
Ann's voice went up the scale. She started panting harder than ever. Her sharp nails ripped across his chest. Skip stared at the red tracks. He looked at his red cock. He stared up into Ann's red mouth.
Red! Everything was sexy red! Quick flashes of intense heat burned through his cock. What the fuck was happening?
"I'm coming, too!" he shouted. "My cock's squirting. I can feel it! Ooooooo, double shit!! It burns. My cum's burning my cock!"
Ann's knees came up. Her ass rocked down. She sat on him with all her weight. Her cunt milked his shooting cock, going after every drop of cum. She shuddered, wave after wave crashing over her in her fuzzy, cock-mad brain. Her lips twisted into an animal-like snarl. Her nails clawed at him like she was a she-cat getting fucked in a back alley.
If Skip hadn't been so concerned about his aching balls and how her cunt was squeezing his cock into numbness, he would have been scared shitless from the wild look in Ann's eyes. It was a look of pure, undiluted lust!
Fucking with Don had been wonderful. Turning on in spite of her fear and disgust when the salesman raped her hot cunt was another horny experience. Just now, however, she'd had her first do-it-to-herself fuck. Skip was just a hard cock. A nice good-looking kid, but not experienced fucker. She had used him without hesitation or shame. She'd made him come to her house. She almost put his cock in her cunt for him. Her reward had been an orgasm so thrilling, so deep, so seemingly endless, that she knew every waking moment was going to be torment, if she wasn't fucking a hard cock! Her pussy had taken her over. Now, she knew what she had become. The word "nymphomaniac" rang in her ears.