Chapter 4
It was three in the afternoon before Tiffany woke up. She had cleaned herself up after Sammy had left, then lay down on her bed to take a short nap.
"Fucking sure tires a girl out!" Tiffany giggled to herself as she got up, noting that her nap had lasted four hours.
The pretty teenager wondered what she could do to pass the time before her parents returned home. She looked out the window and saw that none of the cars at the Thatchers-the neighbors on the other side of the house, away from Les' house-were in their driveway.
Tiffany didn't know the Thatchers very well; they had only lived next to them for a year or so. But she did know one thing. The Thatchers had a big, beautiful pool in their back yard, unlike her parents or Les, and swimming and lying in the sun definitely sounded like a cool way to pass the time on a hot day like this!
Hurrying to her closet, Tiffany found her swim-suit from last summer and skimmed into it. The radiant little redhead laughed as she saw herself in the mirror. The top looked like only good wishes were holding the straining straps together and the bottom looked positively indecent. It accentuated every dip and crevice in the voluptuous young body that had all but grown out of it in the last year.
"Well, there ain't no one home anyway," Tiffany told herself aloud in the mirror, winking. "And it's the only one I've got, so it's just gonna have to do."
The nearly nude teenager slipped on a robe and her dark glasses and picked up her transistor radio. She hoped the Thatchers had left the gate open as they usually did. There was no way she could climb a fence in this outfit.
The water felt truly beautiful as Tiffany floated in the middle of the pool on one of the Thatcher's air mattresses. She was sipping a plastic glass full of wine she had lifted out of her parents' supply on the way through the kitchen. She had to thank Les for turning her onto this stuff, Tiffany was thinking. It tasted really great out in the hot sun, and half a glass had toasted her brain almost as badly as the grass had earlier in the day.
"Oooooh ... waaaahhhh!" Tiffany sang along with the Beach Boys on the radio, giggling as she heard how badly her unschooled voice blended with the band's tight harmony.
This is the life, Tiffany told herself contentedly as she floated along. Music, good wine, good grass, cool water in the afternoon ... and hot fucking in the morning!
A shadow suddenly cut across the pool. Tiffany looked around quickly, almost falling off the raft and spilling her wine.
"What's this, a sea nymph in my pool?" an amused voice boomed across the water.
Tiffany shaded her eyes and saw it was Will Thatcher. The older man beamed down at her, his tanned body clothed in a pair of swimtrunks and a loud Hawaian shirt. She could see his eyes appraising her youthful figure even through the dark lenses of his sunglasses, and the big smile peering out at her through the thick foliage of Will's bushy white beard made Tiffany sure that he wasn't going to boot her out of his pool.
"Hope you don't mind, Mr. Thatcher," Tiffany said in her best little girl voice. "But the water looked so inviting, and no one was using it, and Will held up both hands. "Enough, fair maiden," he said in his resounding baritone. "You can float in my moat any time. Let me get this screaming shirt off and I'll join you. Damned thing looks like an explosion in a paint factory. Wife buys 'em for me."
Tiffany laughed. She didn't know Will very well, but he always seemed to make her smile when she did talk to him. He was a professor at the local university and he had a droll wit that Tiffany liked but didn't always understand.
That was probably because he had so much education, Tiffany told herself as she watched Will unbutton his gaudy shirt and toss it on a chair. That and the fact that he was a real old guy. Tiffany guessed he had to be at least fifty or close to it. That seemed as old as the Dead Sea Scrolls to the half tipsy teenager.
Will picked up the other air mattress and shuffled to the edge of the deep end. He gauged the depth to about shoulder high on his six foot frame and prepared to jump in feet first, the mattress under his arm.
"Once more into the breach!" the older man muttered as he stepped off the side.
Tiffany giggled as Will slipped off the mattress three times before he finally made it on. He paddled toward her, muttering more quotes from classical literature that she didn't understand. She decided that she really liked Will, or Doctor Thatcher as her father liked to call him when they joked together over the side fence.
"Well, I see it's going worse for your dad than he lets on," Will bantered with the young redhead as he rode up next to her.
"What?" Tiffany asked, not knowing what he was talking about.
"Why, good God, girl, it's plain to see!" Will pretended to be amazed at her inability to understand. "The poor man doesn't even have enough money to clothe his children. They run around almost naked!"
Will waved a hand excitedly over Tiffany's swimsuited form and she laughed. The young redhead drank the rest of her wine in a few gulps and felt the warmed-by-the-sun liquor hit her immediately. She winked at Will.
"You don't seem too shocked by my 'nakedness'," Tiffany told her friend the professor. "You seem perfectly content to float around out here with me, watching me drink my wine and eyeing my butt!"
Will laughed. "Well put, my dear, well put. I'll watch your butt any time. Half naked or totaly nude, makes no difference to me."
A wild thought rococheted through the young girl's mind. She looked around the pool, then shook her fiery tresses.
"Too many windows around here to be nude," Tiffany told Will teasingly.
"Nonsense, sweet child," Will smiled back through his well-combed beard, the leering quality in his grin making him resemble some sort of perverted, underweight Santa Claus. "The only windows that really have much of a view are those in my house and those in your parents'. My wife is still out shopping, spending my filthy lucre before I even make it. Is there anyone home at your house?"
"No," Tiffany admitted.
"Well then. Doff your duds, kid, if you want an all over tan. Old Will won't mind, I'll assure you of that," the professor urged her, waving his hand over her floating body once more.
Tiffany hesitated, but only for a moment. She remembered how great it felt, having Les and then Sammy staring at her nude young body. Tiffany didn't see what it would hurt having Will see her too. She thought it might be really a kick, really kinky!
"Okay," the red-haired temptress smiled at Will. "Here goes!"
Will's eyes widened behind his dark glasses as Tiffany reached down and unfastened the tie at the edge of her bikini bottoms. She tugged at the two hunks of triangular cloth that had scarcely hidden her ass cleft anyway, raising up slightly as she did so.
"They say the sight of the moon will drive men wild," Will commented as both of Tiffany's pert little cheeks came into view. "And they damned well may be right!"
Tiffany chuckled, delighted by Will's offhand "moon" joke. She wagged her butt at him and undid her top, the wide stretched straps of the too small garment snapping instantly apart like a halved rubber band. The now naked girl tossed both pieces of her shed swimsuit up on the patio, her tits wobbling provocatively in the sunlight as the tiny bits of cloth sailed up onto the concrete.
Will wasn't watching the swimsuit. When Tiffany turned back, she saw that his eyes were fused to her bouncing breasts. His intent stare felt as if it might burn holes in her exposed nipples.
"Why, Will. I DO believe you're turned on by my bare titties!" Tiffany teased the older man. "I'd best turn my back on you before your get too overheated out in this hot sun."
Tiffany was laughing to herself as she paddled her air mattress in a half circle, turning her butt toward the silver-haired professor. She was beginning to understand why girls toyed with men before seducing them ... it was terrific fun!
"Mmmm, this is better," Tiffany said aloud, letting her knees slide down into the water as she spoke.
The wider Tiffany's legs spread as they eased into the water "by accident", the better beaver shot the professor was afforded. The nymphet heard the older man's breathing becoming higher pitched and more frequent as her pink little snatch winked right at him.
Tiffany felt the mattress she was on start moving backward in the blue water. She felt the transfer of air as Will's fingers gripped the plastic surface and pulled her floating form back toward him.
There was a depression in the mattress right behind Tiffany as she drew close to Will's float. She felt his hand stroking her bare butt suddenly, then a warm, glowing feeling spread over her backside as the older man massaged her ass cheeks more gently in a sweeping circle. His fingers moved further down in Tiffany's openly displayed cuntal crack with each sensual sweep.
"Ahhhhhhhh, I ought to let you put some sun-tan lotion on that, Will," Tiffany sighed. "You have such a nice, soft touch."
Will let his soft touch work lower, until his hand was feathering its way up and down the teenager's hot, leaking cunt mouth. The old professor slipped a long, delving middle finger into the opening and Tiffany moaned softly and let her legs scissor out even wider.
The older man found Tiffany's distended love pearl right off the bat and he tweaked it lovingly. The red-haired teen whinnied with joy and paddled back in the water, shoving more of Will's other finger up into herself.
"Beautiful pussy, my dear," Will murmured, punching his finger in and out faster. "It flows like Niagara. But enough of the water foreplay. Let's get to dry land and see how this tiny treasure handles a cock!"
Tiffany restrained a giggle. She was flattered that Will had wanted to see her nude, and she didn't mind him playing with her cunt or titties. But she never thought a man as old as Will still fucked. She decided she still had a lot more to learn about this sex business as the silver-haired professor towed her toward the patio.
Will was a most willing teacher. The older man pulled his fingers out of Tiffany's cunt and jumped off his mattress as they reached the shallow end. He lifted the small girl off the plastic float and deposited her on the side of the pool, boosting himself out with strength and agility that surprised Tiffany.
"Why don't we just lie back here, on these chaise lounge mattresses, my dear?" Will offered, indicating the shaded area of the patio, near the house.
Tiffany was about to comment that there were no mattresses back there but Will had plucked them off the lounges and deposited them side by the side before she could even open her mouth. She let Will take her by the hand and lead her back to the shady area.
"Lie down, darling girl, and let me feast my tired old orbs on you," Will urged her.
Tiffany sat on the mattresses and then lay back. She grinned impishly up at the fiftyish professor and opened her legs wide. She fucked her lewdly displayed cunt up at him shamelessly, enjoying the look of rapt attention on Will's bearded face.
The horny professor put his hands on his hips, eyes never leaving Tiffany's pussy, and dropped his own swim trunks. The girl on the ground felt her heart fluttering faster as she eyed Will's short, fat cock. It was not very long, but it was the thickest prick Tiffany had yet seen, even in it's present half-hard state.
"Lick it a little, my love," Will suggested, stepping forward on the mattress until his dangling pecker head was right in front of Tiffany. "Come here, on your knees, and suck me, my little sweetheart."
Tiffany didn't move. She had heard about girls who sucked cocks but she had never done it. None of the men she had been with up to this point had ever asked her to. She didn't know if she could take the thick, floppy tube of man meat in front of her into her mouth without gagging. She wasn't sure she wanted to find out.
"Come, come, my dear," Will smiled. "A nubile, willing little minx like you must have had a number of cocks in your pretty mouth by now. Don't be bashful."
"I-I've never ... never done it before!"
Tiffany blurted under the older man's prodding. "I'm not saying I won't, I'm just saying I don't know how."
Will grinned. "Scoot right on up here, on your knees, child. It's the easiest thing in the world to learn, and I am an instructor, remember?"
Tiffany nodded. She got up onto her knees as Will asked and brought her head up even with his soft cock. The teenager licked her dry lips nervously.
"That's right, get 'em good and moist," Will whispered."Now take me in your tiny hand, my dear. Hold my cock in your palm and stroke it gently. That's right. Now, lick just the head of it with that hot little tongue of yours."
Tiffany did as he asked. The older man's prick began to pump up immediately as she held it and stroked the loose skin up and back softly. The short, fat cock jerked in her palm as Tiffany's tongue touched the warmth of Will's bullet-smooth prick head.
"All around, darling!" Will urged her, his voice a gentle, contented but compelling whisper. "Lick it all around a few times. Get it good and wet, then tongue the rest of it. Run your little tongue all along the bottom of it as it starts to get hard, right down to my balls!"
Tiffany ran her tongue around and around Will's pumping cock head. She could feel the blood pulsing into the ever-growing, mushroom-shaped dong tip, and the sensation delighted her. She grew bolder-deciding the taste of cock was quite nice, really-and let her tongue glide down the rest of the burgeoning dick staff. The aroused teenager lapped at the big blue vein that ran under the fat dong, then let her wandering tongue stray down onto Will's hairy, wrinkled nut sack.
"Ohhhh, that's tremendous, Tiffany, my little love goddess," Will murmured appreciatively. "Now take me in your mouth. Open your lips and let my cock slip right up into your warm, delicate mouth."
Tiffany was really getting into mouthing prick. She hastened to do just what Will coached her to do. The petite teenager opened her lips willingly and fed the helmet-like head of the old professor's dong into the small, elastic ring created by her tight lips.
"Ahhhhhh! Heaven on earth," Will sighed. "More! Get more of it in that hot, wet little cavern, darling. And caress it with your tongue as you suck it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Tiffany purred as she did what Will wanted. She wanted him to know that she was enjoying it too. The thick mass of his slippery cock felt great to the aroused redhead as she eased more of it into her mouth and circled her tongue lazily around the heated staff.
Will leaned down and slipped his hands around the kneeling girl's tits. He thumbed Tiffany's erect, burning nipples as she sucked at his quickly firming cock.
"Wonderful, dear, just keep sucking and licking," Will urged the young girl. He rocked his hips forward, burying the remainder of his prick in Tiffany's compressed lips and nudging the head of his cock right up into the front of the girl's throat.
"That's the girl," Will said reassuringly. "Open your throat and just let it glide in and out. Keep sucking and using your tongue!"
"Ullllppppppp!" Tiffany managed to burble past the wide hunk of cock meat sawing in and out of her bobbing mouth.
The turned on teenager was totally into sucking cock now. Tiffany's head moved hungrily up and down Will's firm prick, her cheeks hollowing with suction as she pulled at it with her wet, tight lips. The little girl's tongue never stopped lapping at the throbbing dong and her head moved faster and faster.
Will groaned and squeezed down hard on Tiffany's stiff pink nipples, grinding them between his thumbs and forefingers. He pushed his hips forward in time with the small redhead's quickening mouth lunges, his cock head berthing itself in the snug confines of Tiffany's throat with each stroke.
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm!" Tiffany hummed, her titties jerking and spasming under Will's expert touch. She knew he was about to cum and she could feel her boobies tightening for a shattering orgasm on her part. The hot-mouthed little teen put her slender arms around Will's ass and hugged him closer, sucking frantically at his pistoning dick. She wanted them to cum together. She wanted them to get off NOW!"
Tiffany got her wish. Abruptly, Will let out a gasp of intense pleasure and torqued down like a vise on the kneeling girl's eraser-stiff nipples. Tiffany felt an arc of orgasmic joy flash from tit to tit, then slam downward into her untouched pussy just as she felt the first jet of Will's cum spatter against her circling tongue.
"Oh! Oh, God, swallow it!" Will mumbled almost incoherently. "Drink it all, you hot little bitch!"
Tiffany kept sucking and tonguing the jisming prick, her neck working frantically again and again as she gulped down the salty flow. The firecracker cums exploding in her white-hot nipples seemed to grow more powerful with each gush of Will's cum, and Tiffany felt she just couldn't get enough of the molten male seed.
It seemed like an hour before the gobbling, sucking teen heard Will's voice gently imploring her. It was as if she were hearing him through the roar of a waterfall. She realized, as her senses returned to normal, that the roar was the pounding of her blood as it rushed through her climaxing body.
"... enough, darling girl," Will was saying. "You sucked out every last drop. Just lick it clean and let it go. An old fellow like me needs a long rest before his prick can get hard again. I'm no teenage buck, you know."
Tiffany swirled the last of the older man's thick, slippery sex pudding off the end of the deflating cock with her restless tongue. With a little sigh of satisfaction, the young redhead reluctantly let Will's prick slip from her sperm-coated lips. Tiffany licked the heavy cream-like cum off of her mouth and swallowed it.
"I think cum is delicious," Tiffany told the older man, looking up at him shamelessly.
Will laughed. "You'll attract a lot of boys if you let that attitude become well known, young lady. I predict you'll be very popular!"
"Am I popular with you?"
"Extremely," Will whispered, pulling Tiffany up to her feet and enfolding her in his arms.
Their lips met and Tiffany felt all the old feelings churn to life once again in her naked tits and cunt. She wanted to ask Will to fuck her. The stunning teenager was about to ask just that when they heard a car pull up in the driveway.
"My wife!" Will said disappointedly, hurring over to the spot where his discarded suit lay drying in the sun.
"Raincheck," Tiffany hissed toward the panicked professor. "I want you to fuck me!"
"Soon!" Will promised, tugging his suit back up into place.
Tiffany nodded enthusiastically and ran, giggling, toward the pile of wet cloth that was her swimsuit. There wasn't time to put it on. The laughing teenage girl ran out the side gate toward the safety of her parents' house, suit tucked under her naked arm.
Fucking was sure exciting, Tiffany chuckled to herself as she reached the back door and hurried inside. In more ways than one! She pressed her back against the closed door and stood panting for a few long minutes.
"You'd think a close call like that would discourage me," Tiffany said aloud at last, chastising herself for her wanton behavior.
But Tiffany knew it wouldn't. She could feel herself getting all hot and bothered again, just thinking about Will's flooding cock and all of that hot, tasty cum! The old itch was returning as she remembered Will ... and Sammy ... and Les.
Tiffany strolled to her room to get dressed. She chose her clothes carefully, wondering if Les would be home tonight....