Chapter 2

Kristine was so excited she didn't know what to do first. School was out for the summer, her parents had just kissed her good-bye and flown off to San Francisco and a bouquet of red roses had arrived before she'd even gotten out of bed. She'd taken them from the deliveryman in her robe. The name on the card was no surprise. Julian Spencer knew her parents were gone, too.

She put the flowers in a vase, added enough water to keep them going and put them on the dining table. The feeling that Julian was still pushing at her was exciting! Even if she was a little tired of his talk. A little tired of his style. Kristine liked to sense that a man wanted her. She liked the way it made her resist. It was a little twist in herself, she knew. .. a little perversity. In junior high she'd learned quickly that a girl could drive a man up the wall and still not give him satisfaction. She'd been called a prick-tease. But boys didn't stop asking her out. She'd gone with one guy for a few months steady, long enough for him to talk her into things she really didn't want to do. Like jack him off.

The hot, thick feel of a man's cock in her hand was lovely. But she liked to keep it that way. She liked to get him so excited he couldn't talk and then kiss him good night. When a guy actually got his rocks off, it took the charge out of everything. The tension drained away, the electricity died. Usually the guy wasn't interested in making any more passes then. He grew drowsy and comfortable. And it was always at that point when Kristine realized that she'd come up with the short end of the stick.

Kristine was always more excited to work things the other way around. She liked to come. She liked to come while the boy . . . or man, as the case was with Julian . . . still had a steely-hard cock and a big hunger. Sometimes she could come twice, just sensing his frustration, his helplessness to get her to bring him off. That was the best part. Knowing when she kissed him good night that he was dying to fuck her and would be dying to fuck her all night and still dying to fuck her when he woke up the next morning.

She looked at the flowers, her head tilted to one side. Julian was dying to fuck her. He wanted to screw her so bad he could taste it. Kristine giggled and tossed her robe on the back of a chair. Then she pranced through the house naked, falling in a chair, bounding over the back of another. She straddled the back of the sofa and writhed her cunt against it, panting hard in a pretense of sudden passion. She felt naughty. She felt like giving a man a hard-on. And since Julian was her current hard-on, why not him? The flowers had revived a little of her interest anyway. She danced up the stairs and into her room. It didn't take her long to dress. She had dozens of ploys to get to a man's libido. This morning it would be her lost-waif costume.

The mirror told her nice things. Kristine had carefully braided her hair and tied small, red

ribbons at the ends. A hint of blue eyeshadow on her lids. She blinked her grey eyes, decided not to darken her lashes. The eyeshadow did it just right. Made her look a little bruised . . . sullen. She wrinkled her nose, happy with the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks. Then she pulled on a T-shirt that had faded to a blue pastel from so many washings. It had shrunk, too, and when she stood straight, her belly button showed. It was a nice belly button. Kristine thought of doing something to call attention to it but decided that would mess up the waif effect she was trying for. She wiggled into a pair of cut-off jeans instead, forgetting the panties. She liked to go without panties. It seemed so daring. It made teasing a man that much more exciting. He could get that much closer to paradise and still not have it! Kristine giggled and buttoned the jeans closed, hiding the dainty fluff of her blonde cunt hair. Then she went downstairs and out, jumping into her MG barefoot. She rapped the engine, enjoying the sound of the mufflers. But the neighbor's dog started barking so she pulled out and drove downtown.

"Kristine! What a nice surprise." Julian Spencer moved coolly around from behind the counter. Kristine knew he was putting on a little act for Miss Jones, one of his salesgirls. Good old Julian. Always so good at keeping up a front. She could see the swelling in his pants. Even that was discreet. It was the way Julian dressed while at the shop. Sexy enough to fit the image of a hip, young boutique owner. Cool enough so he could enjoy a hard-on when she came in.

"Have you seen the new tops that came in?" he said, ushering her smoothly to a rack towards the back. Miss Jones looked out at the street in a bored way. Kristine noticed carefully that Julian had no other customers. When they got behind the clothing rack, she whimpered and put her mouth up to be kissed. Julian's dark eyes darted to the side. He seemed nervous. He reminded her of some Italian in a B movie who was cheating on his wife. She slipped her hands under his suitcoat. His body was warm against her palms.

"I don't want to see the new tops," she simpered.

"I really wish you wouldn't come here," Julian breathed. She could hear his heart pounding. His hands touched her under her T-shirt. She arched her belly against him and moved it around. Julian looked to the front of the store again and then took her against him hard. She let him put his tongue between her teeth but only sucked it enough to make him grunt hungrily. His hands smoothed her naked back, trembled hotly against the plump swells of her ass. He pinched the denim and panted hard against the side of her head.

"You're not wearing any underwear, are you?"

"Mmmmmmm..." she cooed, pulling his fingers around to the front. Julian was shaking again as he unbuttoned the front of her shorts. She let her own hand tease the hot, hard lump of his cock.

His finger slid under the warm fur of her cunt-mound and then she choked on a breath as she felt her slick gash stroked open. Julian petted the squishy lump of her clit until the familiar tickle spread down her long legs and glowed between her toes. She rubbed her bare feet against the nap of the rug.

"Ohhhh. .. that feels nice. . ." She found his fly. The zipper was halfway down when Julian took her wrist.

"Not here . . ."

"I wanted to thank you for the flowers," she teased. It was so easy to be cool with a guy. It came natural to her. It was like breathing. She strained against his grasp and Julian let her open the front of his pants.

"Damn it. I feel like a fool whenever you're around." He kissed her again. She wouldn't suck his tongue at all this time. Her fingers searched lightly inside his shorts. His cock was very hot and damp. She straightened it and began to work the skin up tight against the flared knob and then back again. Julian's mouth went slack. He looked again to the front of the store. Miss Jones was straightening up some clothing on a rack near the door.

"You'd better stop . . ."

"Ohhhh, your cock's so hard!" Kristine stroked the lovely hard prick up and down. Julian opened his mouth against her neck and held her against him. She let her fingers stray back along his shaft until the wrinkled softness of his balls filled her palm. She massaged the hot eggs gently and smiled at the change in Julian's expression. His right knee began to tremble.

That's what she loved! She was sixteen. A weak, girl not yet mature in body or mind. And she could make a grown man weak with hunger. She felt the sharp glow of pleasure as Julian tried to excite her with his finger. She didn't really need that, though . . . not right now. Conquering him in his own shop was pleasure enough. She jacked his cock faster.

Julian's pants fell farther open in front, barely hanging on his hips. She could see the dark hair on his thighs and the dark, angry look of his cock-tip whenever she brought her circled fingers up hard against the flared edge of it. Julian was trying to excite her clit, but she had brought him along much faster. She licked her lips and watched the head of his cock growing.

Men were built so strangely! It excited her to feel the potent energy building in his body. She wouldn't admit the tinge of fear she always felt when a man's cock was so long and stiff and ready. There was nothing to be fearful about, really. Julian was a gentlemen.

"Am I hurting you?" she whispered, slowing the movement of her fingers on his prick.

"Damn it. . . no!"

"I'd better stop..." Kristine had sensed a subtle change deep inside Julian's body. Like a pounding she couldn't hear. An explosion on the verge of detonation.

Julian thrust his hips forward, fucking at her lightened grasp.

"You've gone this far," he breathed, "why don't you go ahead and finish it?"

"Finish what?"

Kristine gave his cock a few more strong pumps and slipped her fingers from his shorts. Then she put her arms around his neck and began to kiss him very lightly on his lips. Julian groaned and pulled her body hard against him. She felt him pumping his naked, hot cock up against her belly. When he tried to put his tongue in her mouth again, she turned her face away. A soft chime sounded as a customer entered the store.

"Sonofa . . ."

". . . bitch," Kristine finished it for him. "When are you going to come see me?"

"I'd be crazy to go over there. If someone found out, I'd be ruined in Martinsville. There wouldn't be a mother in town who'd let her daughter enter my door."

"Ohhh, we'll be careful. You could walk over and come in the back way." She let her fingernails scratch at the nape of his neck. Julian zipped his pants and got his shirttail back in. Then he buttoned up her cut-off jeans. The customer was talking to Miss Jones. Julian ran a comb through his thick, dark hair.

"I don't know. . ."

"You could. . ." Kristine stuck her tongue out and curled the tip upwards. Then she giggled in a way to fit her lost-waif act. Julian held her from him by her shoulders and shook his head.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that? I don't know why I sent those damned flowers. I should try and forget you. My wife suspects something She can tell I'm all screwed up about something."

Julian looked to the front of the store again. She could smell the nervous sweat of him strongly. Kristine danced away a few steps and stopped, bare feet wide apart on the rug. Then she pouted, poked the end of a braid in her mouth.

"I'll leave the door open. I'll be upstairs. On my bed. I'll leave some clues so you can find the way." She put the wet braid end under her nose like a mustache. "Bye, Jules . . ."

Kristine held her laughter till she was half a block away. Then she leaned against the warm bricks of the First National Bank and gave way to the giggles.

Kristine was starting to worry a little when she heard the screen door open downstairs. She smiled and took an excited breath. Jules was coming in the back. About then he would be finding one of her sandals. The other one was at the foot of the stairs. Kristine held her breath so she could hear him move through the house. He was on the stairs now, probably picking up her pale-yellow panties. The ones she'd worn all afternoon just so they'd have the scent of her cunt juice on them. And Julian loved that aroma. He was probably rubbing the lacy things against his nose at that very moment!

"Kristine?"

She gritted her teem and shivered. He was at the top of the stairs now. She'd left a skimpy bra there, even though she rarely wore one. For effect this time. Julian would appreciate it all. She knew Julian. He was crazy for her! The candle on her bedside table flickered as a breeze swept through the room. Julian entered. She could just barely see him through her half-closed lids. She pretended sleep. He was standing at the end of her bed now, adoring her lanky nakedness.

"God, you're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life," he gasped.

"Mmmmmm?" Kristine pretended to come awake slowly. She rubbed a fist against one eye and then looked at him. "Ohhhh . .. Julian. Hello!

His pants hit the floor. He stepped out of his underwear as he climbed over the end of her bed. There was a funny look in his eyes Even in the candleglow she could see it clearly

"Julian? Is something wrong?"

"I want to make love to you, Kristine. I must make love to you!"

"Nooo! "She closed her thighs tight. "My parents would know. My mother has me checked by our family doctor every month."

She let a sob catch in her throat to make it sound good. It was a terrible lie. She was even thinking that she'd gone too far. Even Julian wasn't that gullible.

"Has you checked?" he mumbled, slipping his body alongside hers.

"It's awful!" she whined, trying for tears. "It's the most humiliating thing in the world to have to face!" She peeked at him through the cage of her fingers.

"So that's why . . ."

"I want to, darling, but I just can't! Not for a while!"

She hugged him quickly to cover the smile that forced its way onto her lips. God, a man would believe anything! Kristine was flabbergasted at how easily she'd pulled the wool over Julian's eyes. He hugged her and rubbed his hard prick against her thigh. She snaked a hand down between their bodies. Julian grunted when she found his cock and squeezed it.

"So now I'm just supposed to eat your pussy again." His voice shook. "While I go up the wall, half out of my mind! Is that it?"

Kristine pretended confusion. "I don't understand . . ."

"Are you really as innocent as you seem?"

He held her face between his hands. Kristine knew she could look like the sweetest, uncalculating angel in the world when she really tried. She really tried. Julian moaned with frustration and buried his mouth in the warmth of her neck. She closed her eyes as the warm thrills surged over the surface of her body. She could feel Julian's tongue sanding the tender places, the hollows and bumps. He worked down her chest until he'd wet the flesh thoroughly around one small tit. Then he sucked the pointy nipple between his teeth and swathed it with licking.

"Uhhhhhh!" Kristine arched her back sharply and her nails dug into the back of his neck. "When you lick me like that, I don't care about anything else in the whole world! Ohhhh, I love you, Julian!

It was funny what words did to a man. Just telling that small lie was like grabbing Julian's balls. He moaned and lapped at her quivering titty until she was panting harder than ever. She wriggled her hips around and pushed gently downwards on his shoulders. She knew what she really wanted him to do! That was the sole reason for him being there as far as she was concerned. Her whole body trembled for it! To feel his lips brush her cunt hair to the side so his tongue could ...

"Ohhhh, Jules honey! Ohhh, don't stop kissing me!"

She guided his lips down to her belly. His tongue stabbed deep into the shallow crater of her navel and she squirmed her hips eagerly on the bed. Julian must know how she wanted it, wanted his loving mouth against her delicate slit! Just thinking about what was about to happen excited her terribly!

"Hnnnnnnn! Ohhh, God, I can't wait!"

Her fingernails cut into his shoulder. She moved her hips up and down, up and down. Kristine had already widened her legs and now she widened them more. She felt her outer cunt-lips come wetly apart, exposing the inner heat of her cunt. Julian scooted lower on the bed. His lips wet the place where her sparse, blonde beaver began. Then he was kissing the fluffy cushion itself, inhaling the musky aroma of her snatch.

"Jules . . . honey . . . ohhhhh, do it! Do what you did before!"

That one time Julian had eaten her pussy had been like being born all over again for Kristine. She couldn't believe anything could feel so good. And for once her ideas of teasing males had been a little confused. Now she had three things that excited her. Playing with her cunt until she came had been her first discovery. Teasing a male to madness, bringing him to the brink of creaming his jeans and then cutting him off-that had become her second hunger in life. And now this! Letting a man feast on her soft, slick pussy! Letting him lick and rub and kiss her pink gash until she came gloriously!

"Nnnnnhhhuuuuuu ! "She wiggled her swollen cunt-lips down hard against Julian's mouth. He made a sound deep in his throat and brought her clit throbbing upwards with the tip of his tongue.

"Honey . . . yesssss!" She clawed his hair. Her belly was taut with tension. Her nipples burned. She ground her slim hips around as he explored the dainty corners of her cunt.

"You're so pretty. Oh, Christ, you're fantastic!"

Kristine loved to hear Julian tell her those things. She was beautiful! She knew it. She opened her legs even more. Julian's mouth was completely covering her pussy! It was so hot to feel his spit dripping down the underside of her ass. And his tongue! Now it was going crazy! Like a tiny, rough-smooth animal that wanted to eat her clit!

"NHHHuuuu! Ohhhhh, Jules! Harder, honey!"

She rolled her butt, jabbed her spread cunt hard against his teeth. It seemed to feel better when she hooked her heels up over his back and dug in. She knew she was pulling his hair, hurting him a little. But he was making her crazy! The aching tickle in her cunt built until she didn't think she could stand it without losing her mind. But she did stand it! She wanted more!

Kristine felt Julian try to take his mouth away from her swollen, pounding cunt. She knew what he wanted. He'd tried that before. He wanted to climb up over her squirming body and bury his cock inside her virgin cunt. But Kristine didn't want that at all. It would destroy their little game . . . her little game. She didn't want to lose control of Julian. That was what gave her the excitement. Of making him do what she wanted. And she didn't want to get knocked up. She didn't want to have his thick cock breaking a hole in her clean, soft pussy.

"Noooooo, Julian. Ohhh, keep doing what you're doing to me, honey. Don't stop ever!"

And men she felt the tickle shatter into a thousand other tickles that spread over her skin. She held her breath and let her ass go crazy on the bed. The sound of Jules licking her gash hungrily took her to the edge of the cliff and she felt the white-hot ball of pleasure grow huge inside her cunt. Then it burst and she bucked violently, jamming her gushing snatch against his mouth, twisting her fingers deeper in his hair to keep him from getting away. For an instant she wasn't sixteen and kind of skinny and weak. She was an all-powerful goddess riding roughshod over her slave. She could feel it so clearly. She liked the way it made her come! Every fiber of her young body screamed with the delirious ecstasy. Then she fell limp, her head to one side, her tongue lolling out. Julian rested on his knees, looking down at her. Her slick cunt juice coated his chin and cheeks.

"Jesus," he mumbled. "I don't believe you!"

Kristine managed to push blonde hair from before her eyes and smile at him.

"Mmmmmmm. . . you sure did that nice, Jules." She let her lids close again.

"Kristine?"

"Uh-huh."

"I've got to make love to you!"

She watched him hold his cock up. It was long and hard and darkened at the tip. His balls swung below the shaft. God, men were such babies. They couldn't think of anything else but sticking their pricks in a girl's cunt. Didn't they realize how dangerous it was? Didn't they have any feeling at all for the chances a girl had to take?

"We talked about that. I told you why we couldn't."

"I don't care about all that."

He moved the skin slowly on his cock-shaft. Kristine watched a droplet of juice form at the tiny slit at the end of it. She rolled into her stomach and pulled her thighs tight. Then she pinched her butt taut, too-just to let him know he wasn't going to do any of those awful things he had on his mind.

"Ohh, God. I'm crazy about you! I'm risking my marriage and everything just to be here, and you don't want to-"

"Does it bother you so much not to come?" she snapped.

"Yes, goddamn it!" He put his hands on her ass. She kept her arms pinned tightly to her sides! legs together, face buried in the pillow. "And if you don't let me fuck you, you'd damn well better think of something else. Quick!"

Kristine felt panic. She'd never heard Jules talk like that to her! She bit her lip and tried to figure out what to do to keep him cooled down. He'd been so easy to manipulate before. What had happened? She remembered stories of girls being raped and the fear grew in her guts. She lay there on the bed, her ass-cheeks pinched tight, her legs trembling. Then Julian fell against her back. She felt his cock press between the plump halves of her butt. She squirmed and tried to crawl out from under his weight, but his fingers curled over the tops of her shoulders and held her.

"Nooooo!"

"Yes, damn it!" He kissed her back and the nape of her neck. His teeth cut into her shoulder and she tried harder than ever to buck him away. But his legs were forcing hers apart!

"Ohhhh, Jules, I'm sorry I said what I did! Please stop and let me go to the bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom!"

"You're not fooling me, cunt!"

His hands were rough against her slender body. His words were like a slap in the face. This was a part of Jules she hadn't known about. He'd exploded suddenly. And was it all because he hadn't been able to come? He pushed his cock forward and the cheeks of her ass started to be forced apart. The shock of what he was trying to do made her mind go wild.

"Honey, I'll make you come. I'm sorry I was acting so shitty. Julian, do you hear me?"

He stopped moving around on top of her back. He rolled over beside her and took her face in his hands and kissed her mouth open. She gave him her tongue, thankful that he was still reasonable. She was shivering from what had almost happened.

"Do something," he gasped, "do something before I do something myself."

Kristine could smell her own cunt-musk on his lips. They kissed slower now, tonguing each other passionately. She slipped a hand down his belly and circled the hard, hot cock that had threatened her moments before. Slowly, evenly she began to jack the skin up and down. Julian rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes. Kristine squatted on her heels there beside him. The flared crown of his prick bulged each time she brought her fingers up against it. His balls moved in their sac. She watched the veins pulsing with blood as they fed the swollen tip.

"Suck my cock. .

"Ohhh, nooo! I can't do that! Julian, I just can't!"

"Suck my cock!"

She shook her head hard. Sure, people did it. She'd heard a few rumors at school that she knew must be true. And the book Julian had given her was full of that kind of thing. But the idea of actually putting a man's cock inside her mouth . .

"Kristine, if you don't put your mouth-"

"Okay. . . okay!"

Kristine had no intention of touching her lips to Julian's cock. She wiggled around like she was getting into position. But all the while she jacked his prick as fast as she could, praying that he would come before she had to . . . ugh.

It was funny the difference between imagining how a grown man's prick would be in her mouth and then actually being so close to one! With Valerie, she felt she could brag and pretend some sophistication. But Jules had suddenly pushed her into another world. She didn't like him anymore at all. He had begun to bore her even before this. Now he'd turned into a beast!

"Hurry . . . Huuhhnnnn!

He reached for her, but she jerked her head away. His hands flailed the air as she continued to move the skin of his cock with quick, jerking motions. Oh, why wouldn't he come?

"Kristine. .. NUUhhhh!"

Julian had almost sat up but suddenly he fell back again and his slender body writhed on the bed. She watched his belly heave and felt the stiff shaft throb bigger in her palm. Then the first bubble of jizz formed at the tip of his cock. Kristine had never seen any before. Her eyes widened, and she slowed the movement of her hand. Jules grunted something that wasn't a word at all and jerked his body around like somebody had a knife in him. The glop of whitish stuff grew until it began to dribble down his prick towards her fingers. Kristine jerked her hand away.

"Damn. . . you! GHAAAA!"

Julian grabbed at her. For a moment his fingers closed on her shoulder, but Kristine twisted from his grasp and fell to the floor on her hands and knees. She crawled until she bumped the wall. Then she stood up and pressed her naked back against the coolness and watched with wide, scared eyes.

Julian grabbed his cock and pumped the skin wildly. A powerful white streak of jizz arched into the air and fell with a plop on his belly. He pumped his hips as he jacked his cock violently up and down. More hot seed flooded out and down the sides of his prick, washing over his fingers and balls.

Kristine fled from the room and locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't want to turn on the lights, didn't want to look at herself. Julian hadn't behaved like she wanted him to. And her body felt so strange. More excited than she thought she should be. What had done that to her? Not watching a man make himself come, surely. And then she knew it was the sight of that, that mysterious stuff. The milky, stringy-looking fluid that was so potent when it got inside a woman's cunt! The sharp odor of it, the way it had boiled from the tiny place there at the tip of Julian's cock! She rubbed her fingertips together, wondering what it would have felt like. Slick, probably. It looked slimy, all right. .. and hot, of course. She sat down on the commode and put her face in her hands.

Kristine didn't count the minutes, but when she went back to her bedroom, Julinm was gone. What a lousy evening. It hadn't turned out at all like she'd wanted. She'd wanted more promises of devotion from Jules. She'd wanted... Well, she hadn't wanted him to lose his cool like that and make her feel so rotten.

Kristine felt a huge gap in her confidence. Maybe it was just temporary, but she didn't like the feel of it. She paced around the darkened house naked for a while. It was still early. And then she remembered what Valerie was always saying about her brother. Johnny dug her! He'd liked her for a long time really, always admiring from a distance.

Kristine went to the phone and dialed the number. She had no intention of dating her best friend's brother. But she certainly needed a little shoring up right now. And she was sure Johnny would give her that. When she finally got him on the line, he sounded completely confused and asked her if she wanted to talk to Valerie.

"No, Johnny, I wanted to talk to you." She cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear and put her heels on the edge of the chair. "Tell me what you've been doing lately . . ."

Kristine smiled as she listened to his voice. And the adoration for her was there like she knew it would be! She guided the conversation around until at last Johnny made a vague suggestion that they do something together sometime. That was when she gave him a very sexy good-bye and hung up the phone. Kristine felt better now. She knew there were dozens of them out there . . . men . .wanting her.

She slipped into bed and lay there, feeling the swollen rawness of her pussy where Julian had eaten her out. Well, that had been nice, anyway. The bastard would sure never have a chance to put his mouth on her body again. She entertained the idea for a while of working something up with Johnny Mooney. But it seemed a little sticky, being that Valerie was his sister and was the only close friend she had. Anyway, Johnny worked in a gas station downtown and drove a beat-up old pickup around and wore blue jeans all the time. She'd have to look further. That was all there was to it.

Kristine rolled over and closed her eyes. She drifted off, thinking of who her next worshiper might be.