Chapter 5
Mike Traynor pushed the pile of paperwork to one side of the desk and glanced at the wall clock. It was almost four, and he was the only agent still in the office. With a little firming of his handsome lips, he dragged the telephone nearer and punched out his home number, smiling when Lisa's voice answered.
"How would you like for a tall, unbelievably attractive man to come over and fuck your brains out?" he growled into the phone.
Her hesitation was so brief that Mike failed to identify it as such. "I'd love it," she answered in a sultry drawl. Then her voice changed. "But that man has to go by the dancing school and pick up Carol. I was just about to call you, darling."
His shoulders dropped an inch and he sighed. "I thought she'd given up that damned thing."
"She only mentioned giving it up," Lisa reminded him, "because she thought you objected to the cost. I talked her into going on with them."
"Okay," he said without enthusiasm. "What time?"
"Four thirty," was her answer. Again the hesitation, this time more noticeable. "Mike? Be nice to her. She's just a kid."
Twenty minutes later, the car wedged between a Volkswagen and a Lincoln, Mike entered the large studio of Yvette LaBelle's dance school, trying to appear inconspicuous as he made his way to one of the several chairs scattered along one wall of the big room.
There were only about ten girls on the floor, and only two of them in motion. The others, including Carol, sat cross-legged in a semi-circle watching the dancing pair. Mademoiselle LaBelle, a bosomy chick whose tits, Mike had concluded, were more authentic than her name, hovered over a portable record player, waving the girls on and hissing occasional instructions which he could not decipher.
Both girls wore skin tight leotards, and from the way their delicate pussy mounds were outlined, nothing else. Mike leaned forward in fascination as he noticed that both girls had unusually large breasts, and that the nipples were quite discernible as protruding buds beneath the clinging fabric.
They weren't leotards, he corrected himself, but body stockings, covering everything, but accentuating it by the singleness of color. He found his cock stirring as he stared. In the flesh toned garments, it was easy to imagine the two youngsters were completely naked.
The music was a sensuous piece, with a rhythmic back beat that sent little tremors through his balls, for the dancers were moving their slender hips in time with the heavy beat, and there was little doubt that the pelvic bumps symbolized exactly what Mike was thinking of as he watched.
It was an interpretive dance, he realized, having picked up some knowledge of the art from hearing Carol explain it to Lisa. There were basic steps choreographed by Yvette, but the girls were expected to add their own creativity in the execution of the number.
In this one, Mike observed, the taller of the pair, a black haired girl with extremely long legs, seemed to act the role of a male lover bent on seducing the blonde whose jugs were doing the most interesting tricks under the thin covering.
He wasn't interested in the theme, once he had figured it out, but he found himself fascinated by the continued hunching of the girls' delightfully curved hips, especially when the taller girl bent the blonde almost to the floor and pumped her meaty cuntal mound against the shorter girl's crotch.
His prick was rigid, and he was glad there were no other spectators. It was impossible to completely conceal the tenting of his trousers as he stared at the writhing figures, imagining how it would feel to have their cute little asses move like that with his cock inside those hot pussies.
They weren't children, he justified his mounting lust. None of the group was younger than Carol. That meant, he reflected, that most of them had already surrendered their virginity on the altar of pleasure and modern liberation. In all likelihood, the two dancers were merely reproducing the motions they used when a stiff prong invaded those inviting young cunts.
His pulse beat quickened when Mademoiselle La-Belle silenced the record player and sent Carol in to replace the blonde, giving her instructions which Mike could not hear.
He ran his eyes up and down Carol's body, noting the perfect thrust of the high breasts, and dwelling on the provocative curve of her undeniably attractive ass. The kid, he admitted, was stacked for action. That boy she chased around with, Jimmy Blalock, was a damned fool if he wasn't sticking more than his tongue in that plump little crease between her exquisite thighs.
The music blared again, and his prick thumped to each thrust and gyration of his sister-in-law's hips. Carol threw her whole body into the dance, and her ardor communicated itself to her partner, resulting in a grinding of bodies that would never be permitted on the legitimate stage.
Mike was sweating when the music ended with the tall girl smashing her cunt against Carol's rapidly hunching crotch in a parody of successful seduction. He waited only long enough to wave to the girl, then dashed outside before Yvette could collar him. His cock was impossible to hide, and too excited to retreat from its throbbing erection.
He slumped behind the steering wheel and sucked on a cigarette while he waited, unable to shake the desire Carol's uninhibited performance had aroused.
When the girl appeared, tossing her small case into the back seat and climbing in with a flurry of sleek thighs and a jiggling of those pert young tits, he glared at her with a look she interpreted as anger.
"Have I done something wrong, Mike?" she asked, her lower lip pushing out, wet and trembling. She was still flushed from the excitement of the torrid dance, and her tits pushed swollen tips against her blouse with the rapid breaths.
He shook his head, his eyes falling to those inviting mounds. He licked his lips, nervously and hungrily, his fingers curling and uncurling about the wheel. His palms were damp.
"I watched your dance," he said, his voice thick. "What the hell were you supposed to be doing?"'
Her slight frown disappeared, and her eyes twinkled. "If you saw the dance," she said laughingly, "you know the answer to that. Yvette insists on realism in our interpretations."
Mike reached down and turned the key, slipping the Olds into gear and backing from the slot, he found his gaze dropping to her bare thighs where the short skirt rode almost crotch high.
"I'll admit," Carol said, settling back in the seat as they pulled away, "that I had to guess at a lot of it."
"You made it look pretty damned real," Mike grunted. He shot her a quick glance. "What do you mean about having to guess?"
She hesitated, locking her fingers together in her lap. "I'm still a virgin, Mike," she said softly. Quickly, she added, "I don't know why, really."
Mike found the information adding to his desire. His cock throbbed in its fabric trap, and he felt a warm wetness spread about the swollen head. He tried joking.
"We'd better change the subject," he said, "before I forget that you're Lisa's sister."
They drove in silence for several seconds before Carol twisted to lean against the door, staring at him with half closed eyes.
"What would you do if I weren't?" she asked, her voice tense.
Mike risked a quick look, his lips moving as though beginning a smile that died before it could register. He turned his eyes back to the road.
"Don't ask me that, kid," he growled. "We both know what would happen."
She startled him with her insistent, "What difference does it make who I am? The important thing is how we feel, isn't it?"
"The important thing," he answered, his voice quivering, "is that you're fifteen and I'm twenty-eight."
"What's wrong with that?" she demanded, moving her body impatiently, the pointed tits jiggling. "Do you think I'm too young?"
His hands worked on the wheel, restless and eager. "No, damn it I If you were just some starry eyed female, I wouldn't even think about ages. But you're still Lisa's sister."
The tone of her voice sent a painful surge of lust through his loins as she murmured, "Lisa doesn't have to know about it, Mike."
He shot her another frowning glance. "You're asking for it, Carol," he warned softly.
Her cheek dimpled with the faint smile. "I wondered when you'd realize that."
He slowed for the turn that would put them on the suburban street where they lived. Suddenly, giving a little grunt of decision, he wrenched the wheel to the left, nosing the Olds up the hill that overlooked the coast and the ocean, away from the house.
Neither of them spoke until Mike found a narrow lane that led from the road to a sharp drop, two hundred feet above the pounding surf. He eased the front wheels against the restraining barrier and cut the engine, glancing about to assure himself that they were alone.
Behind them, a slight curve hid the Olds from view to traffic on the road, while both sides were effectively screened by a dense growth of trees and shrubs.
"Oh, Mike!" she cried as he pulled her into his arms, closing his mouth over her soft lips and sucking the delicious tongue that darted eagerly between his teeth, flickering experimentally and happily.
Mike's big hand cupped her right breast, squeezing the resilient mound until her felt the nipple swell against his palm. He released it to trace the curve of her slender waist and lush hip, sliding the fingers down the sweep of her thigh until he reached the hem of her skirt and touched the warm velvet of her young flesh.
His cock thumped wildly as his hand crossed the delightful curve to begin its journey upward along the soft inner thigh. Carol quickly shifted her hips and spread her legs in welcome, coaxing his tongue inside her mouth and sucking it with a savage vacuuming that sent repeated thrills through his tense body.
Her hips jerked as he touched the soft torrid wetness that was her crotch, the thin panties soaked with the juices of her aroused pussy. The tips of his fingers traced the outlined lips, pressing the. fabric deeper into the dainty cleft with his caress. Her lips retreated from his avid kiss.
"Let's get in the back seat, Mike," she whispered, her eyes wide and excited. "It's so cramped up here, and I want it to be perfect."
He gave the plump mound between her thighs a little squeeze, pulling his hand away reluctantly, noting that the fingertips were wet. He reached across Carol's legs to open the door on her side, following her out and putting his arms around her as she stood beside the car.
It was impossible to reach her lips without surrendering the arousing pressure of his throbbing prong against her belly, and the delightful imprint of her distended nipples on his chest. Mike settled for burying his face in her sweet-scented blond hair while his hands crept down to fondle the trembling cheeks of her tight little ass, sighing when she worked her body to caress the engorgement of his cock with a sensuous massage.
He opened the door and watched her climb into the rear seat, pulling her skirt zipper down and bouncing her hips as she wiggled it down over the lovely thighs. Mike stared at the pink sheen of her panties where they cradled the lush ridges of her labia, seeing the source of the wetness that still tingled his fingertips.
Carol gave him a smile as she slipped out of the blouse, displaying the ripe thrusting of her nubile tits with their cherry tips centered in the strawberry aureoles. As Mike, standing outside the open door, began undressing, she lifted her hips and rolled the panties down.
The possibility of some other car turning into the dead end lane had worried Mike. Now, drinking in the beauty of Carol's blond cunt, he stripped with feverish haste, no longer caring about anything but mounting the waiting girl.
He unveiled his throbbing prick, expecting Carol to gasp in surprise or fear. But her only response was a little pursing of her lips as Mike stepped out of the last garment, his cock bobbing and dancing in its engorgement.
Carol was impressed with the size of his shaft. But she had handled Jimmy's eight-inch spear, and she had expected Mike's to be at least that large. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her pussy as she considered the fact that she was about to be initiated with a nine inch cock. Once her vagina had accommodated Mike's huge weapon, she would be able to take on any man she wanted.
Mike was too aroused to delay the assault on her virgin snatch. Climbing halfway into the car, he gripped her left ankle and urged her legs apart, placing her foot on the back of the front seat. Staring down at her delicate slit, its lips parted by the position of her slender legs, he lifted the other one and urged it up onto the back of the rear seat, leaving her thighs spread and the pink trench of her pussy gaping its virginal lips in slippery readiness.
For the first time, she displayed a more of apprehension. "Will it hurt?" she whispered as he leaned over her naked body, bracing himself with two powerful arms.
"If it does," he said hurriedly, "it won't hurt but a minute or so." He looked down at the waiting cunt and groaned with desire. "Jesus! You've got a beautiful snatch!"
She smiled nervously, slipping her arms about his neck and lifting her lips for his kiss, driving her tongue into his mouth and moving her tit under the light touch of his hairy chest.
His hips moved and she felt the meaty head of his prick jab her belly, just above the blonde curls. Instinctively, she jerked to escape it, and Mike pulled his head back.
"It'll be easier," he whispered, "if you put it in."
She switched her hands to his sides, lingering there as she demanded, "If I ask you to stop, will you do it?"
A little smile tugged at his handsome lips. "I'll try, kid. Once I get into that pussy, I'm not sure what I may do."
He closed his eyes when he felt her fingers slide about the strutted thickness of his prick, testing and pressing, her body trembling as she steered the huge knob into the moist cleft of her labia.
Mike's hips eased down just enough to force the wedge of swollen hardness between the resisting lips, feeling them tighten even more as his cock stretched the sensitive membrane into a quivering circle. The heat and wetness bathed his glans, and the vagina clenched his entering prick like a powerful hand, denying and beckoning with the same pleasure producing spasms of delicate young pussy-flesh responding to its first probing cock.
He opened his eyes to see Carol's face contorted in a frown of surprise and momentary discomfort. Her cunt was tight, and his prick was expanding the walls with its throbbing bulk as he slid it deeper into the delightful embrace.
Her fingers, still locked about the base of his dong, gripped him with painful force. Her breath sucked through bared teeth.
"Wait, Mike!" she gasped. "Please! Wait!"
The unbelievable pressure eased as Mike halted the descent of his hips, but the three inches of prick inside Carol's pussy seemed to be swelling, stretching the tender walls into an even greater circumference.
She knew, from her personal explorations, that there was no hymen to halt his progress. It was only the sheer size of his cock and the inexperience of her vagina to expand that produced the difficulty.
"Want me to stop?" he asked, watching her eyes. His face was flushed with excitement and the pleasure of that pulsating encirclement.
"Just give me a minute," she panted. "I don't know what to expect."
"If you'll let me put it all in," he urged, "you can stop worrying." He tried to kiss her, but she rolled her face aside. "Come on, kid. One quick shove, and you'll have it all."
The fingers slipped from the base of his shaft and crawled about his hip, joining her other hand on the upper swells of his taut buttocks. Slowly, bending his arms until he could rest his weight on elbows and knees, he let his chest touch her tits again, shaping his hands on either side of her head and holding it in place for his kiss. As his tongue flicked against hers, he jiggled his hips to friction her tightly stretched labia, and her ass wiggled on the seat, helplessly responding to the caress of the exposed nerves in the cuntal ring.
He made his plea against her soft, moist lips, breathing the words into her mouth as his cock teased her pulsating vaginal entrance. "How about it, Carol? Let me slip it in there."
Her body tensed and the fingers dug sharp tip into the cheeks of his ass as she tucked her lower lip between her teeth and gave him a reluctant nod.
Slowly, Mike pulled his prick back until the head was all that remained inside her. Then, watching her lovely face, he rammed his hips downward with a powerful thrust.
She did not cry out. But her eyes bulged and her mouth gaped with the sudden filling of her untried cunt. Her legs stiffened over the backs of the seats, quivering with strain, and her ass jiggled beneath him as nine inches of throbbing cock-flesh drove up into the tender embrace of her young pussy, packing every curve and fold of the vaginal channel, and jamming its slippery knob against the palpitating mouth of her womb.
Her juices rained over the full length entrenchment, and the prick trembled inside her, his huge balls pressing gently against her trembling ass cleft, waiting for the slow adjustment of the internal muscles before he began the frictioning that would end far sooner than he wished.
Her features relaxed a little, and she licked her lips, the eyes staring into his in disbelief. He brushed his mouth against hers.
"See, baby?" he murmured, struggling with the desire to fuck her hard and fast. "Now, all you have to do is relax."
The hands left his hips and climbed to pull his lips closer. Mike drew his cock slowly and enjoyably from the writhing depths, back to the flexing entrance, then slid it back again until his pubic arch pressed hers in complete hiking.
Slowly, he repeated the motion, pausing at the peak of each rise and descent to test the readiness of her cunt for the next stroke. The walls were slippery, and each entry was less difficult. He could thrust and retreat without pausing, and he began fucking with an easy rhythm that her young hips could not resist.
With her legs spread, but able to gain leverage on the backs of the car seats, her ass answered with the same exciting motion he had witnessed in the dance studio, hunching up to receive the thick cock, and working in a deft grinding that massaged the shaft as it slid through the undulating grip of her pussy.
"That's it, baby!" he whispered, burying his face against her shoulder, and giving her more weight on those delightfully firm tits. "Work that sweet ass for me! Christ! You're good!"
Carol did not answer. Once her body had recovered from the shock of that erotic intrusion, she had felt nothing but pleasure. Each movement of the cock sent thrills shuddering through her cunt, demanding that she increase them with those pelvic gyrations that Mike found so pleasing.
Mike was stroking faster, his ass pounding between her thighs as he drove his prick in and out of the torrid sheath of responsive tissues, and Carol felt the familiar tingles of an approaching climax ripple through her pussy.
The feeling was familiar because she had produced it with her fingers so many times. But she knew this one would surpass all the others in its violence. Always, before, the pleasure had been concentrated in her clitoris and the area reached by her massaging fingers. This time, Mike's prick was frictioning every part of her cunt, and jabbing the sensitive cervix with thrusts that jarred her wiggling ass.
Carefully, each movement reflected inside her tightly packed vagina, she pulled her legs from their perches on the backs of the seats and wrapped them about Mike's arched waist, hunching her ass up to insure the maximum penetration by his thick cock as her pussy convulsed in an orgasm that made her cry out softly with the exquisite thrill of completion.
Feeling the cuntal embrace flex about his prick, and the hot juices lave his probing glans, Mike slowed his assault to let the girl savor the ecstacy of her first cock-induced come.
He kissed her gaping mouth, licking her tongue and her teeth as his prick pistoned slowly through the clenching folds of her snatch, and the girl's arms pulled him more tightly against her rapidly heaving tits, her hips grinding and bucking with the powerful shudders of her climax.
"Good, Carol?" he demanded, grinning at her fierce nod. "Hang on, baby!l I'm gonna make it with you this time!"
Her only answer was a tightening of her slippery vagina about his cock. She pulled his head down until his cheek pressed hers, and she worked her ass with savage intensity as the masculine hips pounded her enflamed crotch, his prick seeming to thrust even deeper into her juicy snatch, massaging, frictioning and filling until she hovered on the brink of another orgasm that she fought against with all her will.
In a moment, if she could only wait, she would experience that incredible thing she had envisioned so many times during her masturbatory sessions. Mike's semen would splash into her belly, and she was determined to time her climax with that long anticipated seminal shower.
The car swayed with the force of his hammering between her scissoring thighs, and Carol could no longer hold back the little cries as the huge cock thundered up into her pussy. They escaped her clenched teeth as short, explosive grunts, but the rapid grinding of her youthful ass let Mike know that she welcomed the savagery of his fucking.
His balls, wet with her expelled juices, rapped her anal cleft with his quick hunching, and his belly slapped hers with noisy suction. He groaned with the goodness of her hot young cunt.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" he panted into her ear. "I can't hold it any longer!"
"Yes!" she cried, inserting the words between the little grunts as the cock filled and emptied her hungry pussy. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"
She was dying! She had to be. It was impossible that her body could tolerate the wrenching ecstacy generated by her exploding cunt. Mike's prick was buried inside her belly, throbbing and spurting the incredibly hot cream against her womb, and every nerve in her churning vagina was dancing with such pleasure that she could not breathe.
Her whole body arched, her ass twisting and bucking, grinding the lips of her pussy about the base of his spitting cock. Her belly sucked the delicious semen, drinking it with a thirst that had been building since her first discovery of that tender slit between her thighs.
She clawed at his straining back, her heels hammering his buttocks, and she managed to draw a shuddering breath between her drooling lips. "UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Goddamn!" Mike groaned, his hips jerking with the violence of his own ejaculation. "You're gonna chew my cock off with that fuckin' thing!"
"MMMMIIIIIKKKEEEE!"
She couldn't stop. Her pussy continued its ecstatic convulsions when the throbbing prick had been milked of its last drop of come. Her hips gyrated madly and hungrily, demanding that he begin stroking the fevered sheath once more. He responded with a sensuous groan, fucking her with deep, short thrusts, building toward the full length strokes that she wanted most.
Her tongue wiggled into his ear, wet and hot, and her lips nibbled as she panted, "Oh, yes! Again! Please! Again!"