Chapter 1

"Oh, fuck me," the brown-haired girl cried, rubbing her ample tits all over the young man's chest. "Let me feel that great big cock of yours all the way up my pussy! Cram it to my tonsils, lover!"

Eighteen-year-old Matt Warnke did his best to do just what the girl wanted. Anita Jedson had one hell of a reputation around school. And since he began dating her a month before, he found out that she more than earned it!

It wasn't just that she was five feet four of green-eyed dynamite, with one hell of a lot more in the way of white translucent titflesh than any girl her had a right to have. Nor was it the way her skillful pussy gripped his rock-hard, thrusting cock like slick rubber-gloved fingers as he plied it in and out of the quagmire of her cunt. These things had a lot to do with it, of course-but they weren't all.

No. Anita Jedson had something that no other girl among the many Matt had taken to bed in his short life had ever had. It was some kind of sheer, wanton, animal sexuality that mader her different.

She didn't just fuck a man. She devoured him!

And that's what she was doing now. Her cunt seemed to be gnawing on his rigid prick, so expertly did she use the finely tuned muscles that sheathed her pussy-channel.

Matt's hands raked her back in a fevered massage. Her skin had the high gloss of a healthy animal's sleek hide. Her brown skin was coated with a thin layer of perspiration from her exertions as she gyrated her ass around his upright cock.

Her fingers stroked at the shrot black hair behind Matt's ears. Her tongue bathed his cheeks and chin and lips. It was a long tongue, and she could do things with it Matt never imagined poss­ible. When she sucked his cock, it seemed hertongue could twine almost all the way around his prick, thick as it was, and try to strangle it like a boa constrictor.

Now her tongue was delving into his right ear, and his hips were squirming uncontrollably on the sofa. He wondered what the marvelously agile tongue could do inside another woman's dripping cunt. He had a suspicion Anita had found out for herself-and more than once.

He didn't think there was anything the lush-bodied, brown-haired wanton wouldn't do for a new sexual thrill. She exuded raw, uninhibited car­nality. And when she was with a man, there was nothing he wouldn't do for her!

"Oh, God, Matt, you do that so well!"

He looked down the long graceful curve of her back to see her ass cheeks jutting into the air. Her lower body was raised so that only the head of his cock remained inside her pussy. She was tightening her muscles so that her pussy seemed to be sucking on his prick, applying pressure at that super-sensitive spot just below his cock-head. A drop of hot cunt-honey drooled from her cock-gorged pussy lips and rolled down the underside of his prick as it made the long journey down to his balls.

Sheer delight tied his muscles into knots. He grabbed Anita's shoulder blades and crushed her tits against his chest. Her nipples drilled into his pectoral muscles like diamond drill bits.

Her hips moved in a slow circle. Her pussy clamped his cock-head tightly. "Ahhhh," he moaned. He licked up the gentle curve of her jaw to her ear. She laughed and brushed back the black hair plastered to his sweaty forehead.

"You're good, lover, you're really fine," she said in a lust-hoarsened voice. "You know just how to do it. Somebody who wasn't as good as you would just ram his cock all the way up my cunt if I did-this."

For emphasis she squeezed his prick-head with her pussy. He clenched his teeth.

"But you know how to wait for it, big boy. You know to trust me to make you feel reeeeal good!"

She started bringing her hips down. She kept circling her ass in the air so that her sopping pussy swirled about the pulsing tip of Matt's cock. She then began spiraling her cunt downwards on that massive pole of cock.

Matt felt the muscles in the small of his back tense with the need to slam his cock deep in that tantalizing, torturing cunt. The warm clinging wetness of Anita's pussy swallowed his cock inch by maddening inch. His hands slid down to grip her upper arms. Her finger interlaced behind his neck. Her full red lips parted. He saw the tip of her tongue peeking out, and then they kissed.

He gave an animal growl and wrapped his brawny arms around her. His tongue slid up hers and into the moist cavern of her mouth. Her tongue flicked and teased at his, then wound against it fiercely.

He fought desperately against the urge to shoot his hips upward and fill her cunt with his steely cock. It seemed to be taking forever for Anita's pussy to take in all eight inches of his prick.

He wasn't the only one fighting for control. Beads of sweat dotted Anita's forehead. She moaned from deep in her throat as Matt's tongue scoured the insides of her mouth. Her pussy walls were stretched far apart by the thickness of the boy's prick. She felt the wild desire to cram her ass down onto his thighs, to feel all of that magnificent prick surging into her pussy at once. It wasn't every day her cunt got to fuck eight whole inches of cockmeat!

But she was savoring the slowness of their fuck­ing as much as Matt was. The rotation of her well-padded hips brought her clit into contact with the cock-shaft sliding up her pussy. The touch of turgid prick on her clit-button sent bright flashes of pleasure blazing into her pussy. And the cork-screwing motion of her hips meant that the great big cock stretched her pussy more and more, until her pussy was almost ready to burst from the fan­tastic fullness.

She could have Matt's cock hammered home in her cunt with piledriving force any time-and she intended to, eventually. But now was the time to enjoy a tantalizing torment that would leave both of them panting and hungry for more!

She felt the hard pole of his cock ram into her pussy. She felt her seething cunt oils percolating around the prick. She felt his body move beneath hers as her cunt consumed his cock. His hard chest muscles crushed her nipples deep into her pillowy tits. With small horny movements he rolled her nipples delightfully around and around. She loved the wholeness and the hardness of Matt's fit young body, loved the massive strength in the arms locked in a fever grip around her slim body. The sheer masculine power locked in Matt's body was almost as much of a turn-on as the pressure on her inflated nipples or the slow impalement of her pussy on an eight-inch spear of prick!

Her cunt was watering hungrily. Pussy juice cascaded down the sides of Matt's cock, dewed the curly hair at the base of his cock, ran in torrents over his balls. They left a stain on the old yellow couch. If Matt's mother noticed when she got home from work, he'd have a hard time explaining it to her.

He'd worry about that when the time came.

Right now there was the aching anticipation of the moment when every last inch of his throbbing cock would be buried in Anita's cunt, when her pussy lips would be squirming around the base of his thick prick, when he would feel the wedge-shaped cock-head expanding and contracting with his heartbeat far inside the moist mantrap of her pussy.

And then it happened. Her crotch ground against his. She purred with pleasure as her pussy lips splayed out to have their delicate insides rasped by the coarse hair around the root of Matt's cock. His heart raced, his pulse filled his cock and her pussy-and she went crazy.

He gave a wild shout of ecstasy and reached down to grab a double handful of her succulent assflesh. Her ass soared toward the ceiling, came driving down again, driving her pussy onto Matt's cock with a loud, lewd squelching sound that sent a spray of cunt-honey all over their legs and bellies. The naked pair surrendered all vestiges of control, and they became like a pair of wild animals rutting on the living-room sofa. It was as if the world didn't exist for them. All there was was tits and ass and cunt and cock and hardness and softness and the rich, heavy smell of slavering twat.

Veronica Warnke was lost in her thoughts. She had a science fair project that was nearing comple­tion. It was on her mind all the time these days.

It was a warm spring afternoon. The sunlight felt good on her bare arms and legs. Though her hair was black as high-grade coal, her skin was pale and delicate. She was trying to work up to a suntan gradually-not because she. particularly cared for the way a suntan looked on her, but to spare herself the agony of a sunburn once summer arrived.

For someone who didn't care what she looked like, young Veronica was truly something to look at. She was almost six-feet tall, but unlike a lot of extremely tall girls, Ronni was not clumsy or poor­ly proportioned. When she walked there was the grace of a born dancer about her. And her body was nothing less than spectacular.

She was very slender, almost skinny, a youth who had just begun to flower into young womanhood. And part of her was flowering more rapidly than the rest. Despite her lean frame, she had a pair of huge tits! Her tits were high and firm and conical, and they pushed out the front of her tee-shirt in a way that made heads turn in passing cars.

Her legs were long and slim and as perfect as the milky softness of her skin. Her cut-off jeans came just below the pert curve of her ass. She wore blue sneakers with yellow stripes, and somehow managed to look graceful in spite of them.

She knew there was something called sex; she knew this in a vague and dreamy sort of way. It wasn't that she disapproved of sex. She had her dream of winning a; Nobel prize in physics, and that was all that mattered to her.

She took a shortcut across the empty lot behind her other's house. It was weedy and full of old boards and broken glass, and she had to go out of her way several times to avoid the tumbleweeds that scraped against her lovely bare legs. She made it to the four-foot cinder-block wall and let herself in the back gate.

She opened the back door and she stepped into the kitchen. A window was slightly ajar to let in a cool, fresh-smelling breeze. She was hungry. She'd been at school, working in the lab since eight that morning, and hadn't had anything to eat. *** Nobody seemed to be home. Her mother would be at work. Though her mother had a high-paying job, they struggled for a good many years after Ronni's father died. Gradually, the financial situa­tion improved so that Mrs. Warnke didn't have to work six or seven days a week.

But Mrs. Warnke had gotten into the habit by then. That was shy she was gone.

In the basket on the kitchen table were a couple of bruised apples and a bunch of green bananas. Ronni's pert nose wrinkled with distaste. She didn't like apples or unripe bananas, but she didn't have much choice. She stripped the ripest-looking banana off the bunch, broke off the hard dry stem, and began to peel it.

Her mind was drifting back to her science pro­ject. The principle she was trying to illustrate was quite simple. But the device she was trying to put together was mechanically very complex. She had nimble fingers and was quick to learn, but some of the details were baffling her. With her pretty forehead creased, she started to walk into the living room.

She came to the doorway and stopped.

For a moment, she had no idea what was going on. The heavy drapes were drawn, and the room was dark. But there was somebody on the couch-two people-and they both seemed to be naked. They were writhing together like two wrestlers on a mat, and their bodies were shiny with sweat.

She heard the low sound that she'd been too preoccupied to hear when she came into the house: a low rhythmic grunting, a 'strange and bestial sound.

Then it came to her. The pair was fucking, right there on the living-room sofa! She gasped and leaned against the doorjamb for support.

"Oh, God," she heard the one on top say in a husky feminine voice. "God, Matt, fuck me hard!"

Ronni gaped. The woman's ass pumped up and down furiously. There was an odd squishing sound, like someone walking through mud. Ronni shook her head and tried to cope with what she was seeing and what she heard.

It was her older brother Matt fucking a strange, brown-haired girl there on the couch!

Ronni felt a hot flush begin in the pit of her bel­ly. It spread upwards through her tits and her cheeks turned a furious pink.

Her eyes were accustomed to the dark now, and she could sort out the details: big tits squashing against her brother's chest; the paleness of the strange girl's ass against her nut brown tan; the way that white ass rolled and jerked and fucked on Matt's cock. Matt had two handfuls of that ass, and he was kneading the resilient flesh fervently.

The two fuckers seemed to be in their own world. They could both feel orgasm approaching. Both of them wanted to stave it off for as long as possible, so they could enjoy their sweaty fucking just a bit longer. But they couldn't slow themselves down. There was a perfection to the way Matt's giant cock fit into Anita's tight pussy that drove them both mad with lust!

Erotic electricity seemed to charge the air of the room. Ronni breathed deep, and the air was thick with the perfume of Anita's hot cunt.

Ronni felt a rush roll over her. And she knew what it was. She was horny!

Consciously she'd always denied the existence of sex. But subconsciously she'd always known sex was there-and known that she'd wanted it!

Though she'd never admitted it, she knew her brother Matt had a reputation as a real stud at school. And now she could see why!

Her knees wobbled. Only slightly aware of what she was doing, she reached up to finger her tits. The touch thrilled her deliciously, even through her tee-shirt and bra. There was a tickling below her belly, in the recesses of her virgin pussy. The fresh smell of cunt filled her flared nostrils, and Ronni knew her own pussy was beginning to drip with the abrupt release of pent-up passion.

That brunette was fucking herself crazy on her brother's cock. Ronni felt a pang of jealousy. Right now she had a raging need to have something fucked into her own pussy!

Before she. knew what was happening, she'd un­done the fly of her shorts and was fingering her cunt. The black ringlets of pussy fur were crisp and silky. She slid her fingers lower, encountering wetness and the slippery feel of her pussy lips. The slightest brush of her fingers against the slit of her cunt sent shivers up her spine.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, Matt, I'm about to come!"

The shrill cry brought Ronni's head jerking up. The stranger had Matt's head in both hands and her ass was jerking from side to side with a frantic insistency. Matt kept rolling her round asscheeks together like mounds of dough. Ronnie could see Matt's thigh muscles tense as he shoved his ass off the couch and fucked his cock to the hilt into the brown-haired girl's pussy.

Ronni's jealousy intensified. She'd never even seen her brother's cock! What right did this total stranger have to be enjoying the feel of his cock inside her pussy?

Unconsciously, Ronni slipped two fingers into her pussy. Slick cunt-juice soaked them. She fucked her wet fingers in and out of her pussy. Her upturned palm filled with cunt-honey, and the pleasure ripped a-low moan of passion from her throat. But she needed something more. Her fingers just weren't enough to satisfy the raging hunger in her cunt!

Ronni looked down at her other hand. The banana was still there, its yellow peel hanging down her fist like the petals of a dead flower. Yes, it was the right shape. And unripe as it was, the banana would be firm enough for what she had in mind.

With fingers that dripped pussy oil she tugged her shorts down her tapered thighs, down below her knees. Then she spread her legs as far apart as the lowered cut-offs would allow, spread her cunt wide-open with her fingers, and stabbed the banana far up into her pussy.

The ecstasy 'that exploded in her brain, as the banana filled her cunt, made her legs give way. She sank to her knees on the rug. As her ass came down to rest on her heels, she started pumping the banana in and out of her slick, wet pussy.

With passion blurring his vision, Matt gazed up at the lovely heart-shaped face above him. Anita was biting her lip. Her eyes were screwed shut. She almost looked as if she were in terrible pain. Matt knew why she felt that way. The feel of her cunt working over his cock was almost too much to bear!

He pushed her asscheeks together as she brought her cunt slithering down the pole of his cock. He felt pulsations begin in his balls. The load of cum simmering in his nuts was about to blow into the clinging, demanding wetness of Anita's cunt!

Anita felt it too. "Yes!" she moaned, her breath hot on Matt's face. "Now! I can feel you getting ready-come in my pussy right now!"

Instead of raising her ass again, she ground her pussy against Matt's balls. Her cunt lips surround­ed the base of his cock until they almost swallowed his taut ball-sac. She sucked in a deep breath so that her belly flattened beneath his. Her pussy crushed his cock like a vise.

"Uggggh," he grunted.

His cock swelled within Anita's clutching cunt. Then he shot a fiery blast of cum into her ravenous pussy.

"Eeeeeeeeh!" Anita howled, clutching him. Her ass started pumping up and down again, fucking her pussy on his spurting prick. A white flash of light filled her brain, and then her climax snapped her cunt shut on Matt's cock.

Matt gasped. His eyes bulged. His prick shot blast after blast of jism into Anita's cunt. It felt as if his prick were a firehose jetting forth a tremen­dous stream of jism. He didn't know he had that much cum in him!

His cum streamed into Anita, sucked up by the greedy suction of her climaxing pussy. He felt her cunt-tunnel grow slipperier as his jism filled it, felt his come boil forth from her gaping cunt-lips and pour down over his balls. And still the spasming of her pussy pulled the jism from his cock!

The first wild fever of their shared climax pass-ed. Their naked bodies squirmed together, Matt's cock still fountaining jism and Anita's pussy still squeezing his prick as though trying to milk it.

There was a brief lull in their passion.

It was then they heard the screams.