Chapter 1
Bobby paced back and forth in front of Carta's bed, his bare feet pounding the floorboards. The muscles of his naked, teenage torso quivered with tension. His hard cock strained the faded denim of his tight bluejeans. The boy thrust his hands into his pockets. He chewed his lower lip. His face glowed.
"Please, Carla?" he said in a whiny voice. "Please?" He sounded as if he might burst into tears any second.
Carla reclined on her bed, watching him. Inside, she was gloating. Outside, she gave the boy her best innocent-little-girl expression.
"But Robert," she pouted, "you know that I'm just not that kind of girl. You know that I don't believe in sex before marriage. Why, if I let you do it to me-well-you just wouldn't respect me anymore."
She filled her lungs with air, making sure to lift her pointed tits high under her thin yellow T-shirt. Then she sighed loudly, forcing her tits to jiggle as her ribcage suddenly deflated. The friction of her hard, excited little nipples against the cotton material of the shirt made warm tingles tickle her wet cunt.
"But I will respect you," Bobby said. "I'll respect you even more. Oh please, just let me put it in you. Just once. I'll just put it in you and hold it there. I won't even move it. Then I'll take it out. I won't even come. I promise."
Carla stroked her bare foot up and down her leg. As she turned onto her side, she glanced at the crotch of her white shorts. Just as she suspected, the shorts had ridden up obscenely between her legs, and shiny curls of her black cunt hair had crept into view.
"Oh, Robert, please!" she said as if dusgusted. "We've been through this a hundred times. If you put it in me, I won't be a virgin anymore. It doesn't make any difference whether you hump at me or whether you come. Even if you just put it inside me, you'll have fucked me, and I'll no longer be a virgin for my wedding day."
Bobby's eyes burned into Carla's crotch. He licked his lips as his eyes followed Carla's sexy bare foot sliding up and down her tan leg. His cock throbbed visibly in his pants, like a snake trying to escape.
"I'll marry you," he blurted out. "I'll marry you today."
Carla laughed. "Silly boy, we're both too young. We can't get married for two whole years yet."
She spread her legs, hoping to display a few more curls of pussy hair to her whimpering boyfriend.
"We could run away and lie about our ages," Bobby said. "Or we can get our parents' permission. My old man wouldn't give a damn. He's marking off the days on the calendar toward when I'll be eighteen and he'll be rid of me."
Carla pulled her shiny black hair over her shoulder and let it dangle down over her tits. She wrapped some of it under her chin. She stroked her tresses as if they were a mink stole.
"Robert, I am not going to run away, and my parents would never sign for me to get married before I'm eighteen. So let's just cool it. Let's do something besides argue. How about a game of Monopoly?"
Bobby threw his hands up in the air. He groaned. He turned toward the wall and beat his head against it none too gently.
"Robert!" Carla snapped. "Stop acting so childish." She sat up at the edge of the bed and rested her feet on the floor.
Bobby turned around. "Jeez, Carla, you don't know what you're doing to me. You let me feel you up and make out with you for an hour, and then you wouldn't let me fuck you. You don't know how hot a guy can get. My prick's so hard it hurts. My nuts are almost exploding. If you won't let me fuck you, then at least blow me-suck me off. Or give me a hand-job. Anything! Just don't leave me up in the air like this."
He pulled open his jeans and his hard prick snapped out and up. The fat cockhead glowed purple. The ivory shaft jerked in the air. The plump nuts pulsated in their sac.
Carla stifled a gasp, but she couldn't stop herself from flushing. Everytime she saw Bobby's cock she tingled all over. It wanted her! The big thing wanted to get inside her! It looked so hot and smooth. It would probably feel really good up her cunt. It would probably taste luscious in her mouth. It looked so hot it would probably burn her hand. But she wouldn't fuck it, she wouldn't suck it, she wouldn't touch it. That would spoil all the fun.
Once Bobby got his way, there'd be no stopping him anymore. Once Bobby got his way, torturing him like this just wouldn't be the same anymore. And, if there was one thing that delighted Carla more than the thought of Bobby's cock inside her,, it was the look of absolute frustrated lust on the boy's face and the agonized twitching of his horny cock.
Bobby paced toward her like a gunfighter, his big fleshy prick sticking at a forty-five degree angle out of his tight young loins. His thick brown forelock fell over his eyes, and he tossed his head so he could see again. When his cockhead twitched just inches from Carla's nose, he stopped.
Carla could smell it-a sweaty, boyish scent. Her pussy drooled. She salivated. More than anything she wanted to open her mouth. Oh, would she love to suck that big thing! But she fought her impulse to do it. The masochistic satisfaction she got from denying boy herself and the boy was exquisite. Her eyes crossed with both fascination and masochistic ecstasy as she watched the guy's hot dick dribble cum. Bobby's loins made small uncontrolled humping motions at the air.
"What are you waiting for, Carla?" Bobby's voice was pained. "Oh, please suck it! Just this once, take it into your mouth. You owe it to me."
Carla lay her warm bare toes across Bobby's. She stroked his bare insteps with her toenails. She blew on his cock, watching it jerk so hard that a gob of warm cum flipped off against her cheek. She let the hot juice remain on her sensitive cheek. She imagined her flesh absorbing it.
"Silly boy," she said. "I owe you nothing of the kind. Quit talking so filthy. What kind of girl do you think I am? Imagine-you wanting me to actually put your thingamajig in my mouth! Disgusting!"
Bobby grabbed her shoulders. His hot cock burned against her lips-silky.
"You're gonna suck it," Bobby said. He sounded crazed, like a madman, a rapist. "You're gonna suck my cock until my jism shoots down your throat."
Carla clenched her teeth, fighting both Bobby and her own unbearable lust. Bobby's cock felt like a hot steel rod banging against her clinched lips. Her pussy was burning up. She squeezed her legs together, making her pussylips rub against her sopping wet underpanties. She shook her head "no." Bobby's hot cum dripped from her chin.
Bobby grabbed her long hair and yanked.
Carla screamed. "Goddamn you!"
Bobby leapt backward, his mouth hanging open. "No need to get mad," he said, his voice shaky. "I was just fooling around."
"Like hell you were," Carla said, rubbing her scalp. Then she smoothed her mussed hair. If there was anything she couldn't tolerate it was somebody tampering with her nearly waist-long raven-black hair. How dare he actually pull it!
"I'm sorry, Carla," Bobby said. He hung his head. He looked like a little boy being scolded. The sight was comical: jeans down around his knees, hands folded contritely over his nuts, prick sticking straight up in the air.
"You better be," Carla said. "Now let's play Monopoly or something."
"But Carla, I T" Bobby said. "Not like this." He looke. bitching cock. "I can't do anything else until mis goes down."
"Well, how long will that take?" Carla said, trying to sound disgusted.
"I don't know-hours maybe. Unless I take care of it."
"So take care of it, then," Carla said. "Who's stopping you?" Carla smiled inwardly. Ooh, this was fun!
Bobby turned toward the door. He pulled up his pants.
"And where do you think you're going?' Carla asked.
"To the bathroom." Bobby looked at her over his shoulder.
"Like hell you are," Carla said. "You're going to do it right here in front of me. If you're going to treat me with such disrespect, then you'll have to suffer some embarrassment yourslf. Now get to work and tame that wild creature before I become angry and cut it off."
Bobby grabbed his cock and started pumping it.
"Turn toward me," Carla said. "And take off your pants. I want to see you in your birthday suit while you play with yourself."
Bobby sheepishly turned to face her. He dropped his pants and kicked them off. Without a word, he gripped his turgid cock and pumped his fist up and down the length of it. His ass wiggled as he pumped, and all the muscles of his long adolescent body spasmed. His heavy brown forelock fell over his eyes, but he didn't bother to toss it aside. He appeared to be hiding behind it as he beat off in front of his girlfriend.
Carla studied the boy. Fascinating! She'd heard about boys giving themselves hand-jobs, but she'd never witnessed it. So this is what Bobby always wanted her to do to him-just grip his cock in her fist and pump it.
The cockskin appeared to be loose around the hard shaft, and Bobby slid it up and down over the shaft. At the same time, Bobby's hand appeared to slide back and forth over the cockskin. The big purple cockhead popped in and out of Bobby's fist like a succulent plum, and his fat, egg-shaped nuts banged back and forth under his fist.
All the while, gobs of clear thick cum oozed from the gaping piss-slit at the tip of the cockhead and trickled down over Bobby's strong brown knuckles. As the boy worked on his cock, his lithe young body swayed, and he muttered to himself under his breath.
Carla had never seen anything so exciting.
Carla began clamping her thighs open and shut with the same rhythm as Bobby was beating his cock. Her pussyjuice ran out hot. She shimmied her sexy bare legs against each other. She wiggled her toes.
Bobby was so intent on beating his cock that he didn't notice Carla squeezing herself off right in front of him. The boy's heavy forelock hung nearly to the tip of his nose, blinding him to Carla's hot pussy-rubbing.
Silly boy! Carla thought. Foolish, silly boy! What fun it was to bring herself off right in front of his nose without his knowing it! What fun it was be so hot and worked up in front of this silly boy while he was thinking she couldn't care less! Oh, if only Bobby knew how she really felt inside-he'd probably blow his nuts right off!
Carla licked the cum off her lips and chin. Her eyes stayed focused on Bobby's hot prick and his trembling hand moving up and down over it. Oh, how she wanted to taste more of that sweet cum-to lick it right off his knuckles-to sip it right out of his cock! Today was the first day she'd ever tasted the stuff. It reminded her of sap from a maple tree. The next thing she was going to taste was the boy's cum whole load-the thick white stuff that, shot out of his cock when he had an orgasm. She'd only seen that stuff once.
It was only last week that Bobby had gotten so excited that he'd yanked his cock out of the fly of his jeans-the first time she'd ever seen a hard cock-and jumped on her on this very bed on which she was now sitting. The moment his hot, silky smooth prick touched her bare thigh it shot off all over her skin. The jism was hot and wet. It drenched her thigh. Bobby gasped as if he were having a heart attack. He bit her neck.
Carla was stunned, but also terribly excited. For a moment she'd imagined that Bobby was a vampire and that she was his victim.
Carla didn't get the chance to taste Bobby's full load that day because Bobby had quickly wiped it off her thigh with his handkerchief the moment he'd regained control of himself. Then he'd apologized for what he'd done and fled the house. Two days passed before he called Carla, and then he was still so embarrassed for what he'd done that he could barely talk.
Carla loved the boy because he was so shy and timid. She had a ball toying with him. More than anything, she loved to get him all worked up so she could watch him squirm. Then she'd push him until he lost control of himself, after which he'd be extremely embarrassed.
She couldn't think of a more exciting way to learn about sex and boys than to drive a boy until he couldn't help but to act by pure animal instinct. One of these days she'd drive Bobby to rape her. Oh! How that thought did excited her!
She'd seen the beginnings of a rape instinct in Bobby just moments ago when he'd tried to shove his cock into her mouth. But Carla wasn't ready yet to be raped. She'd only just begun to toy with the horny youth. He had months of torture ahead of him!
Bobby's knees shook. His skinny loins humped back and forth. His hand became a blur over this cock. His big nuts flapped. His breath came heavy and fast.
Carla clamped her thighs together hard. Her clit stood up like a raw, wind-nipped rosebud. Tingles ran up and down her cunt. Goddamn it-come! she thought. Shoot that white stuff now so I can come with you! Damn it, Bobby, shoot your jism!
As if he'd read her mind, Bobby gasped loudly and shot. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
His hot white jism shot three feet through the air and splatted on the polished floor just inches from Carla's clenched toes. The moment his first round of jism landed, his second fired-then his third, fourth, and fifth.
Carla's eyes swam. Her vision blurred. Oh, God! she thought. It was too exciting! All that hot boycum shooting out of that big pumping cock and splashing near her toes like warm raindrops. Oh, Jesus! Her pussy spasmed. She crossed her legs and hugged her knees, holding on while the orgasmic sensations licked through her loins.
She wanted to squeal with pleasure. She wanted to let go and roll on the floor. She wanted to crawl toward her naked boyfriend and suck his hot jism right out of his cock. But she didn't. The torture of denial gave her such intensely painful pleasure that she didn't want to give it up.
Bobby milked the last of his jism out of his softening cock. He lifted his forelock and glanced at Carla sheepishly.
Carla swallowed hard. A few flickers of orgasm still moved through her cunt. She did her best to control her breathing.
"Well, Robert," she said, "I hope you're proud of yourself."
Bobby giggled uneasily. "You told me to do it."
"Of course," Carla said, "but only because it was the only way I could get any peace around here. If I hadn't told you to do it, you'd still be trying to rut at me like some common mongrel mutt. Honestly, Robert, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I don't know how long we can go on like this. You seem to be losing all respect for me."
While Carla preached, Bobby quickly pulled on his clothes.
"I'm sorry, Carla," he said, tying his shoe. He stood up. "It's just that you get me all worked up sometimes and I can't help myself. I'll try to do better, though. Honest."
"You'd better," Carla said, "if you value my company."
Bobby smiled. "Should we play Monopoly now?"
"No, Robert. I'm afraid the disgusting scene I've just witnessed has given me a headache. I'm going to lie down and rest now. Call me this evening if you'd like to take me to a movie or something."
Like a disciplined dog, Bobby hung his head and left. The moment Carla heard his footsteps on the stairs, she was down on her hands and knees on the floor. First she sniffed the boy's cum, then she licked it. The taste was alkaline, salty-sweet. All she could think of was that it tasted like boy.
Her pussy tingled. Even if the wood floor hadn't been clean as a dinner plate, Carla would have licked up every last drop of the boy's precious juice. It was delicious, like nectar!