Chapter 10
Amy was hot to fuck. She had been ready for a cock for six months, but something had held her back from letting Art get his hand on her cunt. She was afraid he would hurt her. Even though she had opened her virgin cunthole with her own fingers, she knew it would still hurt like hell to be spread by a thick cock.
She wished with all her heart that he would call her up and ask for another date, but she didn't really blame him for not coming around. After every date, she'd had to finger-fuck herself for hours to get her nerves calmed down. And she was sure he was tired of just jacking off, after getting steamed up struggling with her.
Shit! Why was she so fucking chicken?
Amy gazed soberly at her naked reflection in her mirror. She cupped her luscious young titties in her hands, jiggling them up and down. The tips of her fingers teased her nipples up. She felt good, alive, hot!
She glanced at her bedroom window. It was splattered with big drops of rain. Shit! Art wouldn't call her on a day like this. He'd get soaked to the skin riding his motorbike over to her house.
She wandered into her mother's bedroom, her finger deep inside her cunt. Idly, she rummaged through her mom's dresser drawers. She was looking for a sex book that she knew was somewhere in the room. Ah! Under a pile of panties she discovered the thick book-and a long box that was tied with a pink ribbon.
Clutching her stolen treasures, she skipped back to her room and jumped upon her bed. She ripped the ribbon off the box and lifted the lid.
"Oh wow!" she breathed shakily.
She lifted out a nine-inch white vibrator. Her trembling fingers flicked the switch on the side of the wicked-looking tool. It buzzed. Her fingers tingled.
Her pink tongue flicked over her dry lips. She knew what she was going to do. In her bedside drawer was a small jar of Vaseline. She'd bought it to lubricate her ass when she fucked herself with her strong middle finger. She spread the thick gunk over the tip of the vibrator. Her hand moved down between her legs. For good measure, she rubbed the vaseline inside her cunt.
Now she was going to fuck herself-really open herself up. She had to lose her fear of being hurt by a boy's rigid cock. Art would never ask her how she'd lost her cherry. He'd be glad it was gone.
Amy eased the buzzing tool inside her cunt-entrance. Her mouth flew open. It felt so weird, so tingly! She licked her lips and slid down on the bed, her back pressing against the huge stack of pillows that held her partly upright. OK, push, she told herself.
To her astonishment, the vibe slid into her virgin cunt so easily she wondered what the hell she'd been fussing about. Of course, her pussy was so fucking hot and tingling so much from the vibration of the plastic cock that her nerves couldn't handle all the weird feelings she was getting.
Amy peered down between her legs. "Oh, look at that!"
Almost half of the long white rod was up her cunt. She fell back against the pillows, her eyes wide with surprise. Shit, it hadn't hurt a bit to take four full inches of that thing in her cunt.
She closed her legs. "Wheeeee!" she gasped. "This is something else!"
Her legs opened. She lifted her knees. Her hand closed around the end of the vibe. Push ... pull. Ummmmm! Push harder. Ease it out. This was what it must be like to be fucked by a boy. It was terrific!
Now she knew why her mom shrieked so loudly in the night when she heard the bed springs squeaking faster and faster. Her own bed was bouncing up and down as she rammed the plastic prick in and out of her pussy.
"Too much! Too fucking much!" she gasped.
She left half the tool in her cunt, holding it in place with her heel. Amy leaned back, trying to catch her breath. The next time Art touched her, she was going to rape him! Absolutely rape that boy!
She picked up the sex book. The words blurred before her hot eyes, but the illustrations showed a pretty woman fucking a man who had a cock twice as big as the buzzing devil she'd stuffed in her hot cunt.
"Damn! I didn't know there were so many ways to fuck," she muttered.
Her body kept quivering all over as she turned the pages. Her head swam with erotic thoughts. When the phone rang she jumped up in shock. The vibe fell to the floor. The book flew out of her hands.
"Hello ... who is this?"
She heard Art's chuckle. Her hand clamped over her tingling cunt. He was asking to see her. He hadn't given up, after all! Amy breathlessly made a date for eight-and not to see a dumb movie. He wanted to show her something in his brother's workshop in back of his house. It never dawned on the hot chick that what Art had in mind to show her was a real cock-a hot, ready-to-screw, honest-to-God cock!
She dropped the phone back on its cradle and fell on her bed. A horny smile lifted the corners of her soft mouth. Tonight! Her time had come!
She walked through the warm summer night with her hand firmly clasping Art's strong hand. Deliberately she hit her heels on the hard sidewalk, making her tits bounce a little. She caught the gleam in his eyes, watching her boobs jiggling.
No bra! The way her tits moved under her blue angora sweater made his fingers close around her sweaty hand like a vise.
"Around here. The workshop is out behind the pool." His voice sounded deep and husky.
Amy's pussy was creaming as she walked along the narrow cement path to the tiny shed. Her eyes strained to see his cock outlined by his tight pants. Already she could feel it going into her virgin pussy. She clung to his hand, stumbling in the dark.
His hand brushed her firm ass when he ushered her into the tiny shed.
No pants!
This was a first. What had happened to his girlfriend? Why was her hand sweating so much in his?
The moment the door closed behind them he swept her into his arms. He kissed her on the mouth, hard. His cock was killing him! Jesus, Amy was hot! What the hell had switched her around? She'd always been a good kisser, but now her hips were grinding her pussy-mound against his throbbing cock. Her hands were sliding around his ass, pulling him tightly against her.
She twisted her mouth away, gasping for breath. His hands slid under her sweater. This time she stood perfectly still, letting him feel her up. Her nipples hardened. She looked down to see her white tits gleaming in the soft light filtering in through the cracked windows.
"Suck my titties, Art. Suck them. Bite my nipples!"
The horny boy could not believe his ears. Had some other guy gotten to her? Had she been fucked? Had some rotten son of a bitch beat him to her cherry pussy? Why was she panting and tugging at his fly while he hungrily sucked her nipples?
"I don't care what you wanted to show me, Art honey. This is what I want to see."
He stared at her shaking fingers lifting his swollen prick out of his fly.
"That was it."
He grinned.
She giggled hotly. Her fingers played up and down his bobbing shaft.
"We're going to fuck."
Her voice was shaky but calm. She'd made a flat statement. She was going to fuck with him right now!
Holy Jumping Christ! Some stud must have turned her on. But he didn't care. His turn was now!
He lowered her shaking body onto an old sofa Bobbie had salvaged from the Goodwill bin on the supermarket lot. Amy whimpered and twisted under him as he pulled her sweater up over her head and buried his face in her hot tits.
He licked and sucked on her luscious tit-peaks, his hand tugging her short skirt up around her belly. Her cunt was hot and wet, soft as silk. He groaned with desire to get his cock inside her.
She spread her legs to him. His middle finger found her sweet fuck hole ready and slick with hot juice.
"Jesus, Amy!" he groaned, driving his finger into her. "It went right in. But it's tight in there. Have you been fucking around with another guy?"
"No, honest! I just made up my mind to stop being such a silly dumb chick. I want you to fuck me, Art. God, how I want you to fuck me!"
He jerked her skirt down her legs and stared hot-eyed at the prettiest, pinkest cunt he had ever seen.
Out of her mind with cock-lust, Amy ripped his fly wide open.
Art stood up, stumbling with eagerness to get naked. His pants flew through the air. He crashed down on her hot body.
Her arms whipped around his neck. Her tongue probed hotly into his open mouth. Her cunt moved up and down his rigid shaft.
"God damn! You're really hot, Amy!"
"Don't talk ... fuck me!"
Her whispered urgings made his dick so full of pounding blood that it felt like a rock when he grabbed for it and pointed its ready head at her open cunthole.
His prick rammed into the slick pussy-hole that welcomed his quick, snapping movements. His nuts crashed into her writhing little ass each time his rod thrust into her slit.
"I'm fucking Amy. I'm fucking Amy!" he mumbled over and over again.
He could believe the sudden switch. She'd been so damn uptight, he had to fight just to get his hands on her bare boobs under her clothes. Now she was panting and fucking back at every hard thrust of his flaming hot prick. And she had taken every inch on the first hard push!
"Screw me. Fuck my cunt clear off. I want you to fuck me all night. Do you hear me?"
Her sharp teeth bit his ear. Without realizing it, she was imitating her mother-the erotic gasping instructions that had filtered through the thin wall between her room and her parents'.
Art's experience at pussy-pounding was very limited-not in hours, but in women. Never had he had his cock in such an active cunthole. She gave him back every snap of his hips. She fucked like a wild woman.
Amy didn't give a shit about having him play with her clit or her bouncing boobies or her asshole. She just wanted to fuck his cock.
The dust of a thousand bygone fuck sessions rose like a mist out of the old sofa cushions. It filled the small shed like an atomic cloud. The kids coughed and choked, but they wouldn't have stopped screwing if the she had caught fire.
"Come, Amy! Why the fuck don't you come?"
"To hell with coming!" she panted. "Fuck me! I don't want to waste time coming. Later, maybe. Screw me, Art honey. Fuck the livin' hell out of me! That's what I need."
He renewed his grip on her sweating body. His aching cock plowed into her insatiable cunt.
Amy had totally abandoned herself to her urges. She was being sucked into a whirlpool of cock-lust. The hot shed spun like a top before her glazed eyes. Her nails raked bloody streaks down his back.
He never felt them. The blast furnace heat of her squirming body made the sweat pour off his body. It dripped on her heaving tits. It ran down over her belly, collecting in a tiny puddle in her belly button. He kept wiping his hands on the dusty cushions, trying to keep her twisting body under him on the narrow couch.
Amy whimpered with ecstatic little gasps of joy. Her mom could keep her damn vibrator. Fuck it! It hadn't felt half as good as the real thing she was taking up her hot cunt.
"You have to come, Amy," Art panted.
"Why? Who cares?"
"I do, God damn it! Concentrate on how good my cock feels. Get off! Climax!"
"Fuck it!" she burst out. "It's not your fault I don't come. I-I can get off with my fingers, but this is my first time with a boy. What the hell do you want from me?"
He looked down at her red face, at the tears coursing down her flushed cheeks.
"Shit! I'm sorry, honey. I ... well ... I thought all women came when they fucked."
"And how many have you had your cock in?" she snapped at him.
Art kissed her soft mouth. He eased his pace. Her legs came up and wrapped around his sweating body. Christ! They were fucking and arguing-like they were married, for God's sake!
"Art! Take your cock out."
"What?"
"Take it out, that's all. Don't ask me dumb questions."
Jesus, she was one fireball-a hot, no-nonsense fucker. He jerked his slick cock out of her pussy.
"I want to do everything in the book," Amy panted. "You're going to fuck me up my ass ... for starters."
Art blinked in surprise. So she had a fuck book, too! He watched her getting upon her hands and knees, grabbing for the back of the old sofa to steady herself.
"Do it!" she commanded him. "Fuck my ass!"
Art galvanized into action. He slammed his slick cockhead between her back thrust asscheeks. Amy yelped with the sudden pain of his hard shove. Art paused, his cock only halfway in her asshole.
"Don't stop. It has to hurt. I'm really cherry back there. Fuck my asshole, damn it!"
He lunged toward her. She crumpled up, her forehead digging into the cushions. Her hands tugged her titties. She bared her teeth in a wild grimace of cock-lust.
Her butthole was tight-so fucking tight! His cock bent every time he moved into her. This was torture. He wanted back in her slick, warm cunt. But somehow she had taken over the action. He felt lost. What a woman! Confused, he still managed a wry grin, looking down at his shadowy prick reaming the hot chick's asshole.
Amy lurched forward, falling flat on the sofa. She groaned, trying to turn over.
"A small sample of that is enough," she muttered. "It hurts."
Art sat down on his legs folded under him. His hard cock stuck straight up in the air. She lay looking at it. He could almost hear the wheels clicking in her fevered mind. Amy was flipping through that sex book in her head. She was thinking about what she wanted to try next. Art felt like a little kid waiting to be told what to do. This strange horny girl had him in shock.
"Stand up in front of me."
He stood up. She stared at his erect rod jerking in front of her face. She looked up at him. Her eyes didn't seem quite so wild and unfocused.
"I want to suck you off, Art, but ... but your cock's all shitty."
Eager to help her, he jerked the shed door open. The pool reflected the light of the summer moon. He motioned her to follow him and ran over to dive into the blessed coolness of the water.
He rose to the surface, flinging his head around to whip the water off his hair. She bobbed up beside him, grinning and puffing.
"This is great! I never swam naked before."
"Are we going to swim or are you going to suck me off?"
"Guess which," she giggled.
He was glad to see the old Amy coming back. The hot bitch on that couch in the shed had half-scared the piss out of him. This girl he knew he could handle!
His strong hands slid a pool float under him. He lay back, his cock pointing at the star-studded sky. She dog-paddled after him, pushing his float into a corner of the pool.
Her hands closed around his rigid cock. Amy pulled him toward her. She lunged up onto the float, almost sinking them. She giggled and choked, but her mouth found his erect cock.
"Oh my God!" Art gasped.
Where the hell had she learned how to work on a boy's prick that way? It had to be instinctive-he hoped. Fuck, there was no other boy in her life. Who the hell was he so jealous of?
Her broad tongue licked up and down. Her sharp teeth nipped along his throbbing shaft. She deep-throated his rod, making him groan with pleasure. There wasn't a page on cocksucking that she had missed in the sex book she had industriously studied as that white vibrator had buzzed in her hot cunt.
She got his cock slick with her saliva. He felt her fingers curl around his aching shaft.
"I'm going to jack you off ... this is on page seventy-seven." She laughed.
Art grinned. Crazy wonderful bitch! Sex with her was so different than when he had fucked Janie or his mom. Was every woman a new experience?
He lay back on the float. His eyes were closed. He was relaxed. What wild fucking nights lay ahead of them! How super it was to float around and watch the stars twinkling while his cock throbbed in the hands of a horny broad.
"Pay attention," Amy told him. "I want you to shoot. I want to see this cock shoot a big wad of cum."
Her hands moved faster. She squeezed harder and harder. Her body jammed the float against the pool wall. Amy stood up in the shallow water, spreading her legs so he could finger-fuck her slick pussy while she beat him off.
"Come ... come ... come ..." she chanted.
Her fist was a blur, whipping up and down on him. Art wished perversely that he could keep from coming and giving her a dose of the frustration he'd felt when he couldn't make her climax on the sofa.
"Oh damn! Jesus H. Christ! You're making me shoot ... I'm coming ... commmiiinnng!"
His body stiffened. His finger was rammed all the way up in Amy's hot pussy. Her eyes glowed in the dark, watching his cock whipping one jet of hot cum after another into the cool night air.
"There," she said with great satisfaction. "Now your balls won't hurt so much."
"That information was in the book, too, huh?"
They grinned at each other. Then her soft mouth was pressed against his. It was the longest, sexiest kiss he had ever experienced in all his young life.