Chapter 1
With her hair flying in the wind, the blonde girl went running around third base, heading for home. Her cap had fallen off somewhere between second and third, and she had no time to think about it. She had to prove she was as good a softball player as any boy on the team.
Home plate was just ahead of her, and she could tell from the position of the catcher the ball was coming in. She went into her slide and zipped in right under the tag. And even though the opposition catcher started yelling at the umpire, he knew he'd missed her, and that the call of "safe" was correct.
The game was just about over. Kimberly had no idea what the score was, nor did she really care. What mattered was she put those smartypants boys in their places, proving she was just as good as, if not better than, they.
Retrieving her cap, she walked over to the nine boys on her team and said, "Well?"
Butch, the leader of the other team, said, "Okay. So you can play. So you're on the team. Be here on Thursday for the next game."
"Hey," Kimberly yelled as they started walking away. "Where are you guys going? We have an hour until supper."
"Yeah, well I don't know about you," Butch said, "but we guys are full of water, and we have to unload."
"There are no rest rooms around here," Kimberly said, innocently.
"We just go behind the old shack in the weeds over there," Butch told her. "Nobody sees us."
"Well, shit, now that I'm part of the team, don't you think I have the right to go with you?"
"No way," Butch answered, a sense of propriety oddly popping into his head. "We guys don't pull out our peckers and piss in front of no girl, no matter how good she plays. When they stop making separate men's and ladies' rooms, then you can join us. Until then, forget it."
Boy, are they dumb, Kimberly thought, walking away toward her house. What was the big deal about her watching them take a leak? She'd seen boys do it often enough when she was younger, but that was such a long time ago. A frown crossed her pretty face as she continued walking home. She had bright brown eyes and a short, turned-up nose. Her lips formed into a cupid's bow, and all the boys liked to tease her about her looking puckered and ready to kiss someone all the time.
She noticed her clothes were getting a bit small for her. Well, she was still a growing girl, even at eighteen. She really needed more than an tank top to cover the mounds of her upstanding breasts. But her pants had grown larger around her waist, even if the legs were somewhat shorter. What everybody called baby fat had disappeared, and was being replaced by more womanly roundness.
Unlike many girls her age and younger, Kimberly had never been particularly curious as to why boys were made differently from girls. She was certain she knew the answer without anyone telling her. If boys and girls were all made the same way, life would be very dull. But because they were built differently, each could play with the other as they might with toys. Kimberly had always wanted to play with a boy's penis as if it were a doll, caressing it, kissing it, making believe it was a baby that needed delicate handling. Funny, something she'd never seen fascinated her so. She pictured a penis to be like a big red candy stick, and she wondered if it tasted sweet.
It had been years since she'd played with dolls. She was ready to play with boys' penises. She was old enough for that now. She was going to be nineteen soon, almost a grownup. Grownups didn't play with dolls. Grownups played with each other.
It was five o'clock when she got home. Her mother was in the middle of making supper, and her best friend, Angela, was there, doing her homework.
She and Angela didn't look at all alike, even if they were as close as sisters. She had honey-blonde hair, while Angela had rich black hair. Both her parents had black hair, too, so Kimberly couldn't figure out why she should have been born with blonde hair.
Angela had also developed a lot faster than she. When Angela had been fourteen, she had been wearing a full-sized bra. She had needed it. And now Angela was wearing a really big bra, a thirty-eight with a C cup. Angela had solid breasts. They stood up very well, even when she t; ok her bra off. Angela did a lot of exercises, claiming they strengthened her pectoral muscles. But Kimberly didn't know the meaning of pectoral muscles. What she did know was, she didn't have to do any of those dumb exercises Angela did, because she was always out, competing with the boys, beating almost all of them at their own games. Her body was very firm.
While she was finishing with her shower, washing away all the grit and grime of the game, Kimberly heard the phone ring. While drying herself off, she went into her little room and, in passing the kitchen, noticed Angela was the one talking on the phone. She loved listening in on Angela's telephone calls, at least from Angela's end. She didn't dare pick up an extension. If she got caught, boy, what trouble she'd be in! Angela was always saying something silly, like, "You shouldn't say things like that," or, "I can hardly wait to feel it."
Feel what? What, in the whole wide world could feel so great, that her friend wanted to feel it?. Maybe she and her boy friend were going to Playland, the big amusement park. What was there to feel in an amusement park? This time as Kimberly listened, she heard Angela say, "All right I'll suck on it if you want me to that badly."
Was Angela's boy friend bringing along some different flavored lollipop or did he want Angela to suck something far more intriguing? And Angela was being so secretive about it! Kimberly had only barely heard her friend's whispered conversation, straining to hear what was being said.
"Her folks are going out tonight," Angela was saying. "We can come back here, and then I'll do it. But you have to do what I want, too."
This was really getting interesting. What was it Angela wanted her boy friend to do?
Kimberly planned to find out. She would be up in the attic, looking down through a hole in the floor that ran straight into her bedroom. She had been up in the attic before and she had seen the holes. There was one right over her room, and one over her parents' bedroom. She hadn't bothered peeking into her parents' room. What could those old farts do that was interesting?
Two or three times she had looked into her room while friends were changing, but she had been disappointed all those times. Angela was always primping in front of her dresser, or admiring her own breasts in front of the full length mirror on the back of Kimberly's door. But Kimberly hadn't been able to really see too much. The hole was directly over Angela's bed, and nothing ever seemed to go on there.
Now that she thought of it, what would she really be able to see tonight? If Angela was going to suck on something, she wouldn't really be doing it while sitting on the bed, would she? Well, what the hell, she'd go take a look, anyway.
Getting dressed, Kimberly went to greet her dad as he came home from work. Then everyone sat at the supper table and had two helpings of her mother's pot roast.
Since it was Friday night, Kimberly's parents told her they'd be out late, and not to wait up if she stayed home as planned. She nodded, knowing she wouldn't be watching TV later on, anyway.
Her parents were gone by eight-thirty, and Angela was gone a few minutes later. With nothing better to do, Kimberly sat watching TV for an hour and a half. She knew Angela would be bringing Mickey, her eighteen-year-old boy friend over shortly.
Taking an extra pillow and a blanket with her, Kimberly went up into the attic at ten and read some old romance novels using a flashlight, since she didn't want anyone seeing the lights on up in the attic. She was halfway through her first paperback, ready to doze off, when she heard Angela and Mickey come into the house.
When the light went on in her room, it came up through the floorboards. Kimberly took the pillow from behind her head and put it under her breasts as she rolled over, face down, so she could peer through the hole.
"Kimberly's gone out," she heard Angela say, coming into the room and shutting the door.
Mickey, the short, chunky, blond boy friend, was sitting on the bed, looking anxious. Kimberly couldn't see her friend's face, and wondered just what was going through Angela's mind.
"We could have some soft music," Angela whispered. "It would be cool."
"Great idea," Mickey nodded. "I always wanted it done to music."
"Remember," Angela said, her voice heavy with panting. "You promised to do it to me, too."
"Yeah," Mickey nodded, stretching out on her bed. "And I will, I will. But you go first."
Kimberly could see the bulge in Mickey's trousers at the groin.
Boy, she thought, why doesn't he do something to get rid of that swelling? It must be terribly uncomfortable.
Then she saw Angela ease herself onto the bed next to Mickey. She began kissing him, and he responded, eagerly.
It's just love mush, like in those dumb romantic movies Angela likes to watch, Kimberly thought. Boy, I'll bet this is going to be one dull evening.
Still, Kimberly kept her eye glued to the hole between the attic floorboards, and she saw her friend gyrating and pressing her full-figured form against Mickey. Even as she continued kissing him, Angela reached behind her and unhooked the top of her dress. She shrugged the dress down, lifting her body to peel it away from her breasts, then let it slide off the rest of the way, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Is she crazy? Kimberly thought, suddenly and strangely feeling herself start to get warm. Why the hell would she start getting undressed? Does she really intend going all the way with Mickey? Wasn't she going to stop at sucking?
She watched as Mickey's hand reached behind her friend's back and undid the snaps of her bra. Angela rolled a bit, letting Mickey pull the bra free, then he tossed it off to the side. The full, delightful globes of Angela's oversized breasts came bouncing against his shirtfront, rubbing their thickened nipples into him, making Mickey gasp.
"Shee-ittt!" he murmured. "I love these tits of yours. Every time I see them I wish I could have 'em cast in bronze and mounted, so I could look at 'em all the time."
"Well they're still attached to me," Angela giggled, "so you're going to have to enjoy them this way."
"Yeah," Mickey mumbled, and sucked her left nipple into his mouth as if he were nibbling on a grape.
Kimberly noticed her friend had soft brown nipples and aureoles, not pink like her own nipples. But Angela's were really big, and Mickey seemed to be having one big ball sucking on them. He was licking at the brown surfaces of her aureole, then lapping at the white neon-like flesh above.
The music in the room, though soft, had an insistent beat about it, and Angela was writhing in time to the music. Her panty-covered hips were squirming in fierce motion, twisting and turning. At one point, she pulled away from Mickey, got to her feet, and Kimberly could barely make out her friend doing some kind of rhythmic dance for Mickey. Her belly seemed to move in and out. And Angela had a nice, slightly rounded belly, not at all like the flat plane of Kimberly's stomach. Her white flesh seemed to shine all the more in the room, as she whispered, "D'you like what you see, Mickey?"
"I always like it," he replied.
Always? Kimberly thought. Mickey had seen Angela like this before? Why? True, her friend had a nice-looking body, but how could anyone just sit and look at a woman's body?
Yet, staring at the way Mickey was looking at her friend, Kimberly thought she might have to call a hospital. His mouth was hanging open, his tongue dangling out the side, and saliva was dripping into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed and stared. She could even see a widening stain on the front of his pants that she attributed to his dripping saliva, though the stain seemed to be getting larger while Mickey's drool was falling elsewhere. And she could also see his hard penis twitching under those pants.
Kimberly didn't know why, but she was warm, very warm. She couldn't figure out why, because the attic was nicely ventilated, and it wasn't a hot night.
Angela glided over to where Mickey was sitting and eased herself into his lap, sitting on his pulsing erection as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Boy, how dumb could that friend of mine get? Kimberly wondered. She must have seen how swollen and painful Mickey's penis was. Why did she go and sit on it?
Angela's tongue was swirling through Mickey's mouth, making him gasp for breath. She continued leaning into him, letting him feel the soft nakedness of her bouncing boobs as they hotly dug into his chest. Mickey could feel the heat from them coming through his shirt. He could even feel the light film of perspiration covering them. His hands opened and closed, revealing how much he ached to feel them. His nostrils were quivering with the desire building higher and higher in his body. He would smell her natural, feminine scent, and it caused that old familiar craving to shudder through his body, making his nerve-endings tingle.
He trembled as he felt her fingers reach between her thighs and touch the swollen bulge pushing his pants up. He could feel her running her tender finger tips lightly around the bulbous head. Man! She had done this so many times before, and it had always ended with his either prematurely ejaculating into his underwear, or her having to jerk him off with her fist. But not tonight. Definitely not tonight....
She slid off his lap and sat on the side of the bed, reaching her hand lower down, cupping his testicles inside his pants. She rubbed them lightly, feeling how like large marbles they felt, in their own private sac of living leather.
Kimberly stared, not quite able to understand what her friend was doing. She knew Angela was playing with Mickey's penis, but why? Was she really going to actually suck it? To touch it? For real?
Mickey seemed to be either liking it or suffering terribly, the way he was moaning. Shit, maybe he had some kind of physical problem, and Angela was helping him with it.
"Hey," Angela was saying, "Are you going to stay like this all night? Her folks'll be home in two or three hours. Get those clothes off, huh."
She stood, hooked her thumbs into her parity's elastic, and sinuously wriggled as she peeled them off. They slid down along her full, curving hips, then fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay pooled on the floor.
Mickey's face flushed a rich red as his eyes locked on Angela's voluptuous body. She never stayed out too long in the sun, and she was white from her forehead to the soles of her feet, except for the rich brown of her nipples and the thick, lush growth of black pubic jungle.
"Every time I see that fantastic body of yours I go crazy," he told her. "One day, I'm going to throw you down on the floor and fuck you like mad."
Fuck? Kimberly had heard that word countless times, but she had always thought of it as a curse word, like hell, or damn, or even shit. She had never considered it might actually mean what was actually going on right in front of her.
"I'm glad I have that effect on you," Angela was saying to him.
She was completely aware of what she was doing to him, but liked to hear him say it. She turned a full circle before him, then walked to the foot of the bed, and crawled onto it behind where he was sitting, spreading her arms and thighs wide apart. Her eyes looked invitingly at him, as if offering herself to him.
Kimberly stared jealously at her friend's high, rounded breasts, feeling her own titties as only slight swellings. Heck, there was no kind of valley whatsoever between her breasts, yet Angela had a deep, narrow crevice between two magnificent pillows of firm flesh. Kimberly wished her own breasts had grown as large. Her friend's breasts seemed so perfectly shaped and contoured, with just the right touches of white and brown.
Then her eyes moved, as if along with Mickey's, to the perfect curvature of Angela's waist and hips. Her eyes roved inward, over both of Angela's columnar thighs, and her fingers moved down through her pajamas to her own bare pelvis. She envied Angela the lush growth of black, curling hair she had covering her wide pelvis. With her own hands all she could feel was the silken smoothness of her own blonde, sparsely-furred pubes. As she touched her puffy little labia, she saw the way Angela's fleshy slices seemed to stand out beneath the dark hair, so rounded and inviting. And as Kimberly felt light, viscous ointment begin to seep out from between her own thighs, she could see droplets of the dew Angela was emitting soaking into her dark pussy-cat hair, glistening in the light of the room.
Angela was teasing Mickey, and she was getting a tremendous thrill from it. She was fully aware of the desirability of her body, and was enjoying watching him stand there, panting and squirming as he began tearing his own clothing off. She writhed a little, making her curves come alive with wanton magnetism, and she heard Mickey gasp.
"Hell! I've never been this hot for you before," he gulped, pulling down his underwear.
His hard, throbbing penis sprang into view, and Kimberly had to suppress a laugh. Damn, it looked so small, especially when she compared it to the mental image she'd always had in her fantasies.
Big throbbing cocks, as large as her arm, had populated her dreams for years, and Mickey's real thing came as something of an anti-climax.
At any rate, Mickey's was somewhere between five and six inches in length. She couldn't quite tell because the golden bush he sported on his own pelvis covered a lot of it. It was all white except for the knobby head, which was a brilliant red.
Did penises come in different colors as well as different shapes? Kimberly wondered. After all, she remembered her dream penis having a pink shaft and a throbbing purple head, which was completely exposed all the time. Mickey's seemed to have a small collar of flesh around the corona.
Mickey was standing against the bed now, facing Angela, letting his penis stick out over her white, lithe form. A small pearl drop of lubricant bubbled out of the tiny slit at the tip and clung tenaciously to the red knob.
"Hey, that really looks like something great," Angela said, telling Mickey what he wanted to hear. "I'm glad you're up and ready for action. Come, rest beside me on the bed and we'll get right down to it."
"Down on it," Mickey corrected, lying full length on the bed beside her, stretching his chunky body beside hers.
He lay on his back, a weak grin on his face, waiting for what he'd been wanting for such a long time now. He knew he wouldn't be able to fuck Angela. She was a virgin, and had sworn to her parents she would remain that way until she was at least half-way through college. She had another year to go. Ever since he'd been dating her, he'd been trying to get her to do something, though. At first, it was hard enough kissing her. Then, after two months, she'd allowed him to caress her breasts, but only over her dress. It took another month before she removed the top of her dress and let him fondle and suck her nipples. All this did was make his blue balls even bluer, but Angela refused to touch him.
Two months later, he was feeling her pussy, but just on the outside, since she refused to permit any kind of penetration. In return, she would squeeze his cock through his pants until he'd come in his underwear. And then, one evening, she'd pulled down his zipper all by herself and she'd taken it out. She'd teased it with her fingers, then wrapped her fist around it. But before she could do any jerking, he had shot another load. She jumped away, not wanting to get any of it on her dress. The next time she used a tissue and caught the sperm, though she'd had to tug on it a dozen times before he'd come.
For the past month, she'd allowed him to put his fingers into her cunt, though he had been careful not to pop her cherry. And she, in return, had been jerking him off with regularity.
Two days earlier, they had gotten their hands on the Kama Sutra, where Aupanshtaka, or fellatio, was described in detail. And Angela had agreed to suck his cock if he, in return, would eat her pussy.
Now Angela's delicate, white hand reached down and gripped his throbbing penis, feeling it throb all the more strongly as she touched it. She tugged lightly on it, watching the lubricant come bubbling up thickly, washing all along the reddened dome. Then her fingers eased down to the sperm-bloated sac. caressing the wrinkled scrotum with her open palm. She felt him shudder and bounce on the bed as her fingers danced over his skin.
"Hasn't anyone else ever touched you?" Angela asked, teasing him, giving it a squeeze.
Kimberly, her fingers still sticky and locked between her thighs, felt herself feeling funnier and funnier as she watched the way Mickey's mottled phallus seemed to swell a little larger as her friend continued caressing it. Maybe she shouldn't deny her desire to play with boys, after all.
"OOOOOOOOOH, BABBBYYYYY!" Mickey gasped, feeling her fingers touch sensitive areas, sending mad shivers racing up and down his torso. "I ... UHHHHH ... don't ask you about ... OOOH ... other guys ... AHHHHHHH ... just go to work, honey...."
Angela smiled and continued caressing the
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"Ohhh ... honey boy ... honey boy ... UHHHH! YESSSSSS!"
I gasped and moaned myself as I watched her brown fingers dig into the muscles of Kevin's ass. His skin was so white there! And hers so dark! She was pulling him even deeper now, opening her thighs farther than I thought it was possible for a human girl to spread. Silvy shook her body so hard that Kevin shook, too.
"Deeper," she growled.
"Oh dear heaven it's sooo good!" Her teeth clicked together as she bit at his cheek and ear and neck. Kevin grasped her dancing hips and pulled almost all the way out of her before shoving slowly deep again. The black girl's tongue lolled clear out of her mouth, and for a second I thought she was talkin'in tongues. I'd heard those words before outside a black church. White folks did it, too. Edith and Carl always told me it was the devil talking. But this wasn't any devil talking, it was poor Silvy! She was plumb out of her head! Something was making her just crazy, and I knew what that something was! It was Kevin Hawkins' cock.
With my fingers I could feel the place on my body that seemed to match the spot where Kevin had shoved into the black girl's body. It was that soft tunnel I'd found that very morning in the mirror. My cherry! It had to be. Nobody ever told me a damn thing. I just had to find it out for myself.
"Kevin ... OHHHH ... I-I'M CCOMINNNNN'!"
I almost whimpered when I heard Silvy carrying on like that She was rolling and plunging her
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She could hear Mickey sighing and moaning, banging his head repeatedly against the pillow. Angela's mouth was moving lower, forming an oval with her lips as she slowly, very slowly sucked the wet, red knob between them.
Angela could sense the mounting tension in Mickey's loins. It wouldn't be long, now. He was always quick to come. Her tongue began wildly swirling around the thick, penial head, pulling even harder with her tightening lips, raising her eyes and staring into the mirror on the back of her door, reflecting everything happening on the bed. The sight of herself sucking Mickey's hard cock was intensely arousing. To her, it was as if she were staring at some strange girl's face sucking on a penis, and the thrills built even higher as her head slowly went lower. She could feel the solid muscles in the underside of his penis pushing all the more solidly against her upper lip.
This was a new experience for Angela, but it was exhilarating. At one time she had thought something like this was disgusting, but having read about it in the Kama Sutra, she had become hungry to try it. She had been tempted to tease Mickey, lifting her head off it and making him beg for more and more, but she knew Mickey would come too quickly as it was, and if her head was off his phallus while he was shooting, he might not agree to go down on her, afterward.
Now her mouth was all the way down. She had the full length of his burning hot hard-on buried in her mouth, with the knobby head just barely able to touch her throat. Now she began pumping her head up and down, cadently, still staring at herself in the mirror, watching the way the white shaft came sliding out from between her lips each time she raised her head, then disappearing into her mouth as if she were sucking in a banana. It felt heated and solid between her lips, engorged as it was with his blood.
Her tongue began moving as if of its own volition, swiping across the head on every outstroke, making his phallus jerk maddeningly, almost as if heavy arteries were inside with blood continually pumping through them.
Kimberly was hypnotized and, in a fury of heat herself, her unknowing, inexperienced fingers digging into her own hot little twat, felt the oils inside her flood out all the more quickly. She was confused by the oils. At first she thought she might have urinated, losing control of her bladder. But she knew she had emptied herself just before coming up to the attic. It couldn't be urine. No, it had to be more like the sticky wet stuff she could barely see running down Angela's thighs. It was the same as the stuff that had formed drops in Angela's black pussy bush.
What was there about watching the way her friend sucked on Mickey's small prick that made her so hot inside? All she knew was she was enjoying it much more than she thought she would, and it was creating funny feelings inside her.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she heard Mickey urge between clenched teeth, his head still bouncing on the pillow as his hands now pressed on the back of Angela's head.
Shit, Kimberly thought. That's affecting him even more than it does Angela or me. Is it possible men have more nerves in their bodies and can feel things more intensely?
How many times had she seen her teammates or one of the boys at school, or even some strange man, quickly tug at his crotch when a pretty woman walked by. She hadn't thought too much of it at the time, thinking the man might be pulling on his pants because they were too tight. And so the pants were, because his phallus was longer and thicker than it normally was. And apparently the sight of the pretty woman had triggered it all. Gosh! To think women could affect men so strongly. And the sight of a naked man was just as appealing to a woman. After all she was a woman, even if she was not quite nineteen years old. And looking down at Mickey's naked body, even if it was a chunky body, got her feeling all funny inside.
Why? Kimberly wondered. Why should the sight of a naked man arouse her so much? She had so many questions, and no one she could ask. When she'd approached her mother or father, they would only tell her it wasn't nice for sweet, pure, proper girls to ask such questions or think about such things.
"Suck harder," Mickey was gasping, bringing Kimberly's mind back to what was happening in the bedroom below.
Angela's body was shining and glimmering with a heavy coat of perspiration. She could feel Mickey's fingers squeezing her ass cheeks, and it made her want to suck all the harder.
Kimberly could see Mickey was gasping and writhing. He looked like he was all ready to explode right out of his skin.
Mickey could feel the fantastic pressure building up in his balls, making them swell painfully against his shrinking scrotum. Oh man! Her handjobs had never affected him this way. She was terrific with that mouth of hers. If she pulled her mouth off his dick now, he'd be shooting wads of come all over the walls. He slammed his loins maddeningly up into Angela's beautiful face, and heard her gasp as the point of his hard cock actually pressed into her throat for a brief instant. He could feel her spit-filled cavern heatedly pressing around his anguished pike, and he knew his orgasm was there. Nothing in the world could keep it back. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
"Yeeeeeeeeaaarrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!" he bellowed, and fired the white, heated stream of semen into Angela's throat, gobs and jets of sticky jizz poured into her hot, sucking mouth.
The blast of burning sperm caught Angela completely by surprise, making her shoot her head straight up and off. His second shot of spu shot into the air and came splattering down on his belly before he could jam Angela's mouth back onto his throbbing cock.
Kimberly stared, utterly amazed at what was happening. He was releasing something from his penis. It wasn't urine, because she could see it was greyish-white, and sticky. When it plopped onto Mickey's belly, Kimberly could see it remained there in a thick, glistening pool.
Angela felt the first burst of sperm slide down her throat, inhaling the fragrance of it as well. The taste made her hungry for more, and when he jammed her mouth back onto his cock, she was in time to catch the third round as it washed across her tongue. She swallowed hungrily, greedily, gobbling all he had to offer, sucking madly, trying to pull more and more of it from inside his testicles. Her cheeks hollowed, sucking in, pulling on his penis with strong suction as the bullet-like spurts hit the back of her throat and were instantly swallowed.
"OHHHHHH, SWEET BABY!" Mickey gasped, "I have more and more. I never knew there was this much juice inside me. COME-MMMMM!"
His hands tightened in her hair, pushing her face deeper and deeper into his come-soaked pelvis, scrubbing her nose with his blond pubic steel wool. Angela continued madly sucking, drinking his sperm into her belly, not believing how much she was enjoying it. Her mouth remained locked tightly onto his cock, and even when it shriveled she continued sucking, draining everything she could from it. But she missed the last little spurt, and as she lifted her head from the tiny penis, it twitched once, shooting a drop onto the side of her cheek. When she rubbed her cheek along his thighs, part of it rubbed off onto him, but the rest of it smeared along her cheek. Her hands caressed his empty balls, making him jump and tremble as his over-sensitivity took control of him.
Kimberly continued staring, amazed at her friend's performance. Shit, she thought. Angela isn't only having all the fun, but she's drinking up all that white stuff. Hell! She's really swallowing it all. She LIKES it. I'll bet I'd like it, too. Damn! Damn! Damn! I'm going to have to find some guy who'll let me suck his penis until I can taste all that wonderful stuff. Mickey's not the only man who has it.
Mickey was gasping for breath, his heart pounding wildly inside him. Angela, who was licking the residue of sperm from his pelvis and belly, now sat up, her knees only a few inches away from his head as she sat back and looked at the happy expression on his face. There was an expression of pride for a job well done on her face. This had been her first time trying it. For a novice, she wasn't bad, she felt. She wasn't bad at all.
So that's what he wanted her to suck on, Kimberly thought, remembering Angela's phone conversation. And she had said something about wanting him to do something for her, as well. This was only just beginning to get interesting. What could he do for her?
Kimberly was wide-eyed with curiosity now, her hands still buried in her crotch, holding her pussy lips, not daring to believe she had really witnessed all this. And to think there was more to come. She had to see it all.
When Angela threw her head back for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, Kimberly could see the smear of sperm on the girl's cheek, as well as some droplets around her lips. Angela's tongue came out and licked in all the droplets.
"Well," Angela said to Mickey. "I told you I'd do it tonight."
"You sure did it," Mickey gasped, not yet feeling his strength starting to come back.
Angela's had been one talented mouth, considering she had never even tried something like this before. With practice, she was certain to get better.
Kimberly listened to them talk for a while about other guys and girls they knew, and she wished they'd stop talking and get on with the rest of it She was getting impatient.
As if she could hear Kimberly's thoughts, Angela leaned forward and let her breasts dangle down against Mickey's face. His tongue leaped out and licked at the nipples, both of which were fully extended and very thick. Rich, ripe fruit, fit for a king. As he sucked on one tit, Mickey rolled the other nipple between a thumb and forefinger, making Angela squirm with intense heat.
Kimberly watched her friend moaning softly, and one of her hands stole to one of her own nipples and began fingering it. It tickled.
Angela brought her knees closer to Mickey's face as his fingers massaged both breasts now, making her shudder with delight. She straddled his face with her thighs, then fell back, pointing her breasts as the ceiling as her dark hair fell onto his thighs.
To Kimberly, it looked as if Angela was looking straight up at her with her head resting on Mickey's knees. Angela's arms were outspread, as were her thighs, with her feet still tucked under her as her ass rubbed itself against Mickey's chest. Mickey's hands were stretched forward, palms pressing on her full breasts.
"Do it!" Angela urged. "Come on, Mickey. DO IT!"
Mickey, feeling her soft, rubbery ass cheeks pressing on his diaphragm, needed no further urging, and paused only to prop two pillows under his head, raising it to give him better access to the girl's wide-open, dripping honeypot. He was more than willing to accommodate her, now first really beginning to recover from his own towering orgasm.
With one hand continuing to play with her nipples, he pressed his other hand on her hairy pubic mound, as if bringing her slavering vagina closer to his anxious mouth as his tongue prepared to assault the pink citadel. His oral digit leaped out and sank directly into the center of her steaming hollow, and Angela screamed "YAAAAAAAAAA! ARRGGGHH!" She writhed her ass maddingly against his chest and throat, pushing her pussy all the harder against his mouth, feeling his lips kissing her sticky labia. The blissful wet contact with her fuming cunt sent her into spastic shudders as thrilling chills ran rampantly through her body.
And then Mickey's tongue reached out and licked at her shuddering clitoris, forcing her thighs wider at the same time. The contact of his licking tongue on her vibrating clit was like having a hot wire pushed all the way up into her small intestine. Her thighs gaped even more, affording him an even broader view of her delectable cunt as his sweating hand pressed down all the harder on her pubis, puffing her womanly temple even closer to his mouth. Her sopping pink gash was splayed open to his mouth like a sacrificial lamb to a knife.
Kimberly stared and gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth to keep any more sounds from issuing. He was licking her vagina. Not only that, but he was enjoying it. She could see the way his tongue stabbed into it again and again, stopping only to lick at the funny little bit of flesh at the apex of her vaginal lips.
Kimberly reached down with her fingers and began rubbing and searching, and sure enough, there it was. She could feel she had the same kind of flesh there, but it was hard and enlarging. Golly, but it was actually trying to protrude from her muff. She could feel the length of it with her fingertip. Heat swelled through her body, and it took all her will power not to utter any sounds. She could imagine how Angela must be feeling. And all the while she continued to watch the tableau below.
Mickey was gobbling Angela's tender pussy as if it were raw meat and he was a lion. His tongue circled the ragged edges of her inner lips as his hands pressed all the harder on her body. Then the hand on her breast came down between her thighs, and his thumb could tug on her left labia, revealing, in all its glory, the delicious sight of her wonderful venereal center.
The way Angela was lying, Kimberly could see it, too, and realized she must look similar inside, except that soft blonde fleece instead of dark hair -lined her soft pussy lips. She could see how wide Mickey's eyes were as he stared into Angy's flaming pit. He stared at it greedily, then silently sank his face into it again. His long, slithery tongue pushed deep into the vaginal corridor of Angela's enthralled cunt, causing her to bounce her ass on his chest and bang her head on his knees, rubbing her spine against his flaccid penis.
"Mickeyyyyy...... she gasped, whimpering and sighing as he licked. "OHHHHHHHH------- Mickkkkkkeyyyy...... "
Ecstatic delight charged through all of Angela's body as she gave vent to her passionate feelings, feeling his cheeks rub between her solid white thighs. His tongue noisily feasted on the heavy feminine secretions she was releasing, and since she felt none of it leak down her buttocks she knew he was swallowing it all.
"Ohhhhhhh ... WOWWWWWWW!" she chanted noisily, her head madly whipping from side to side, her black hair flowing and shining all over his thighs as his tongue lanced in and out of her pouting cunt lips, sinking into the pink morass within.
Angela gasped and shuddered. Never had she realized how good something like this could feel. Recently she had been allowing Mickey to finger her to a climax, and it had been a satisfactory one each time, but that was all it was satisfactory. Now she could feel more than satisfaction churning around somewhere inside her. There was only total sensation just waiting to come out of her. She realized this was what she had been seeking. Even if she had not yet surrendered her virginity, she had found the way to achieve more than mere "satisfaction".
Electrical charges of sheer delight wandered through her body, pulsating deep down in her upthrust belly and tingling through her extended nipples. She heard his mouth working in slavish obeisance to the temple of her thousand delights, his animal-like tongue lapping madly into her. And just as he was a slave to her pussy, so was she completely subject to the sensations wandering through her own body-sensations hiding in her, just waiting for this first opportunity to reveal themselves.
Kimberly, pressing her own finger against her sensation-crazed clitoris, her mouth hanging open, still kept her eye glued to the peep hole letting her see down into the bedroom. She stared at the hobbling white mounds of her friend's breasts, and watched the way her ass was wildly bouncing against Mickey's chest.
Oh wow! she thought. Oh man! I wish that tongue was working through me. Oh shit! How wonderful it must feel!
She watched as Mickey's thumbs tugged the wet lips of her sweet friend's heated cunt even wider apart so his lancing tongue could knife all the more deeply into her syrupy love channel, and Angela shuddered even more-as if more were possible.
Angela's virgin corridor was tight and anguished, gripping Mickey's tongue fiercely, trying to pull it in even deeper. Her vagina was burning with molten flame, and each time the sensual digit went probing into it, the temperature went up another degree.
Now Mickey's palms were resting on the insides of Angela's white thighs, pushing them wide apart, opening her up even more, displaying the plane of her sweet pussy completely to Kimberly's aching eyes. Angela, for all her exercises, couldn't open her thighs any wider, and finally felt him pushing her thighs back, lifting her ass as her knees came into contact with her swollen breasts. Her wide-open crotch was even more available to his mouth, as he sat up a bit more and eeled his tongue into her slavering, creaming center.
Kimberly continued rubbing her finger against her clitoris, her body shuddering and her thighs tightly enclosing her almost-crushed wrist. What she saw Mickey do next was unbelievable, as his tongue washed through Angela's creaming split, moving lower, licking at her perineum before cutting between her ass cheeks and licking at the brown pucker of her asshole. He had to be crazy!
But Angela didn't think so. She leaped, feeling the unexpected stabbing contact of his exploring tongue as it touched her anal center, and she tightly shut her eyes as she wiggled her ass in mad delight. She almost bit her own lips, she was so enthralled by the sensation racing wildly through every pore in her body.
"Again," Angela begged. "Again, again, again!" wildly rotating her buttocks against Mickey's hungry mouth, anxious to meet the plunge of his dry ice tongue-so cold it felt hot even compared to the torrid temperature of her twitching anus.
Mickey chuckled out loud, as if he'd found the one thing to make Angela his slave. His tongue began flicking at her anal orifice without mercy, stabbing deeper each time, trying to force its way past the rubbery ring of her clenching sphincter. He used both thumbs to press her asscheeks wider and wider apart.
"AARRGGGHHHH!" Angela groaned gutturally as goose pimples covered her sweet, white body. Her belly heaved and her breasts bounced as she sobbed ecstatically at the touch of his tongue. Tremendous floodtides of wonder and delight filled her nerve-endings, transmitting the joy to her anxious brain.
One of her hands was now all but tearing the hair out of his head as she tugged his face even closer to her anus. Her other hand rested against her cunt, and two of her fingers were rubbing her own clitoris. Her vaginal passage, starved to feel the return of his plunging tongue, bucked up into her fingers as one of them slid inside.
Kimberly, watching her friend, reached into her own cunt with her extended middle finger while her other fingers continued playing with her clitoris. Ohhhhhh heavennn! She'd had no idea people could ever feel things like this.
She moved her finger inside her tight, twitching little snatch in rhythm to the way Angela's finger continued plunging into her own vagina. And Angela's finger, in turn, moved with the beat of Mickey's lapping tongue at her asshole. Her entire being was lost in the wonderful sensations she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
Angela thought she would lose her sanity if she didn't feel that all-encompassing orgasm, soon. She felt no shame or despair at what she was doing. Even if the whole world disapproved, she knew she wasn't doing anything wrong. After all, who was being harmed? And at the same time, wasn't she making both Mickey and herself happy? She continued moving her finger in and out of her slippery twat, fingering her clitoris at the same time.
Mickey knew he had her totally enslaved at least for the moment. Sure, later on she would be trying things with other guys, but for now she was his, and she would do anything he wanted. He was only sorry his cock had enjoyed such a fantastic orgasm earlier. He would have loved to have gone on sucking her ass and cunt, feeling his stiff phallus in her mouth. Hell-next time it would be a sixty nine!
Seeing the way she was shoving her fingers into her cunt, he lowered her legs and brought her seething interior back against his face, using his tongue to flick her fingers away so he could lap into her again. He began thrusting his tongue ever-deeper into her burning feminine tunnel, using fractional seconds to lap at her clitoris. This made her buttocks writhe madly in frantic shuddering against his body.
Angela began stiffening, raising her buttocks a good three inches off his body, forcing him to elevate his own head in order to continue punishing her vagina with his tongue. She sensed that overpowering orgasm was almost there, working its way up more and more swiftly. His tongue was lapping into her with greater speed, working that much more quickly to bring her to the wonderful apex of it all. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled tightly, cramming his face against her cunt with all the power she could muster, and then it hit.
"I'm cuuuummmmmiiinnngggg too....oh, your tongue! Gaaayyyaaaggghh!!" Angela screamed, her voice blasting through the entire house.
Her body felt paralyzed with wonder as it peaked. Oceans of thick lubrication came squirting out of her deep cunt into Mickey's face. Most of it went into his mouth and down his throat, but a lot of it hit his cheeks, his closed eyes, and washed into his eyebrows and hair.
And Kimberly felt it had hit her, too. She grabbed the pillow jammed it over her mouth to stifle her own scream, but felt the hot trickle of cunt oil flow down her thighs as it splashed all over the finger she had embedded into her seething little hole.
Wow! she thought. Oh, WOW! Was that ever terrific. And think how much better it would feel when a man's tongue was making her feel it all.
She fell limply flat on the floor, and waited for things to wind down. Eventually, Mickey left, and she gathered up her pillow and blanket and went downstairs in time to encounter Angela, who was dressing hastily.
"Don't forget to wash your cheek," she said to the stunned girl as she went into her disheveled bedroom.