Chapter 3
While Margaret had been having lunch at the Barristers, Carolyn and Charlie had slipped away from school, driven into town and stopped at a drive-in restaurant for a hamburger. The girl ate listlessly, her shamelessly aroused young body, now that she had made the decision to go all the way, craving more than food. Charlie, who generally inhaled his meals, toyed unhappily with the hamburger.
"What's wrong?" Carolyn asked softly.
Charlie glanced on both sides of the car, then took her hand and placed it on his bulging trousers. "That's what's wrong."
Carolyn felt the familiar thrill go through her as her fingers caressed the swollen prick through the rough material of his Levis.
The boy moaned low in his throat. "If I don't get to fuck you, I'll die. Do you know, last night I didn't sleep a wink ... it was hard and hurting all night."
"I know," she said, staring down at the half-finished hamburger and Coke on her tray. "It was the same way with me."
"We've got to make love - all the way - or we'll both go nuts," he said, nodding his head for emphasis. "I think I'm already losing my mind."
Carolyn was quiet for so long that he glanced over toward her in puzzlement. Finally she took a deep breath and exhaled it in one shuddering sigh. "All right, darling. This afternoon, right after the fifth period. I've got a test in History, then, or we'd go now."
"You mean it? Honestly?" Charlie's voice, only two years out of adolescence, cracked in excitement.
Carolyn, face flushing, shook her head several times, then said, "Yes."
"Oh God! I can't wait. Can't you ditch History? Please?"
"No. Besides, Mr. Martin knows I'm in school today. He talked to me in the hall this morning." She saw the car hop, a shapely little blonde wearing a terribly tight pair of hot pants, wiggling toward the car and quickly removed her hand from Charlie's lap. Two minutes later, as they were driving back to school, Carolyn's hand moved over of its own accord, zipped down his fly, wormed its way through the jockey shorts opening and began a slow, tantalizing stroking of his thick, heavily pulsating young cock. When Charlie began making frantic little punching movements of his pelvis, Carolyn asked teasingly, already knowing the answer, "Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh God, no! I'm about to cum."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a handkerchief, wrapped the purplish, blood-engorged head of his throbbing cock in it, and began her jerking motions once again - increasing in tempo as she felt his penis swelling prior to ejaculation. Then there was a pulsating life beneath her fingers and a hot stickiness in her hands, as Charlie's pent-up frustrations came boiling out in a spurting volcanic eruption of white hot young semen. He groaned loudly, shuddered, and sighed . . . never taking his eyes off the road.
"Do you want me to finger-fuck you and make you cum too?" Charlie asked, as the last dribbles of his cum seeped their way to the surface of his already deflating cock.
"No. I want to save it for the real you, darling." And it was the truth. She knew her body was just about as aroused as it could be; it needed and demanded relief, but she could wait and it would be a sweet two-hour agony until his hard young prick sank down for the first time ever through her fevered virginal pussy lips into the warm secret heart of her impatiently waiting belly. The wait would be self-inflicted torture, and she had a feeling that her desire would feed on itself until it became an all-consuming raging fire. Even now, as he parked in the student lot, the crotch band of her thin white nylon panties was saturated, in spite of the fact that he had not touched her there; so "saturated" in fact that she had to lift her miniskirt and use the handkerchief between her legs to staunch the flow of love juices that seeped from her cunt and ran in a tiny silver rivulet down the insides of her smooth inner thighs.
The waiting turned out to be even worse than she had thought it would be. Predictably, she did poorly on the test, unable to concentrate and with her mind actually blank of all thought for minutes at a time - except for that hotly twitching little mouth between her thighs. She had no way of knowing that Mr. Martin, noticing her erratic breathing, bright eyes, high color, and obvious difficulty with the test, thought for sure that the judge's daughter was "high" on something and deliberated keeping her after class to discuss the dangers of drug use. But then at the end of the period he was asked a question by one of his students, by the time he had finished answering the bell had rung and Carolyn was out of the room like a shot out of a cannon.
Charlie drove like a maniac toward her house; twice he ran through caution light signals and she had to ask him to slow down. Although she was pleased with his eagerness, she didn't want it to happen so fast. This was a big moment in her young life, she wanted it to be "right" and "romantic." Thus it was that a protesting Charlie was forced to get into his swim trunks and swim with her for twenty minutes - a period that seemed an eternity to him. Every time he tried to grab her lithe young body, she got away from him - laughing and teasing - always elusive as a sleek dolphin. Finally, though, he gradually edged her toward the corner of the pool where no escape was possible. Then, with one lunge, he grabbed her and savagely dug his tongue into her wide open, laughing mouth, while at the same time yanking down his swim trunks under the water.
The laughter left Carolyn's throat, to be replaced by a sudden tightness as she realized the moment had come. She pushed against his chest. "Not here," she said, feeling his hands impatiently cup her supply rounded buttocks and pull her squirming body into his eagerly thrusting prick.
"Where?" he demanded.
"In my bedroom. Let me go first, then come to me in three or four minutes." She freed herself from his grasp and swam to the shallow end of the pool, then climbed out and padded across the dichondra grass which felt surprisingly hot against her bare feet.
In the bathroom, she quickly stripped off her suit and felt a slight chill as the cold wet limp garments were removed from her skin. Grabbing up a towel to dry herself, she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Cold air and the excitement had brought a pinkish tint to her creamy-smooth skin. She rubbed her breasts with the rough towel and saw goosebumps spring to life; along with them, the nipples slowly hardened and grew erect. She seriously studied the reflected image of herself for a moment. She had a good body and knew it. Not as ripe or as well-built as her mother's, of course, but better than average . . . actually, far above average! She had always been pleased with the long tapered length of her legs, her narrow waist, and the flat, smoothly rounded tummy. She stood there, feet apart, and toweled the light, corn-silk colored pubic hair, drying it of the moisture from the pool. Then, throwing aside the towel, she took a final stance with feet wide apart, staring at her soft, curl covered cuntal cleft where she could see the shadowy beginnings of the coral, pink hued vaginal lips which appeared already swollen from her rising anticipation. She sucked in her stomach muscles and the pelvis lifted slightly, enabling her to get an even better view of the fleshy outer layers of her pussy. She knew she was saying "goodbye" to her innocence, and somehow the knowledge troubled her. At these final moments before she made a gift of her virginity to Charlie whom she was "fond of" but did not "love," she suddenly felt less sure of herself. The thought of the physical pain surely to come did not bother her as much as the fact that she was doing this under her parents' roof - in a house where she was trusted to do the right thing.
Carolyn was almost pensive as she walked slowly back into her bedroom. She stared at the photographs plastered haphazardly on the walls, and at the one-eyed, one-eared cuddly bear she had kept for-years in spite of its threadbare grimy covering. Once, and not very long ago at that, she had whispered secrets to the stuffed animal and slept with it.
"Carolyn. . ." Charlie's subdued voice was asking permission to enter her bedroom.
She closed her eyes, blocking out the sight of the blind accusing stare of Teddy Bear, then replied, "Come in, darling."
Once the words escaped her throat, she felt an immediate surge of passion once again, wanting him . . . wanting his hard young prick shoved deep into her, bringing a blessed relief to the slowly building pangs of young womanhood she was now feeling. She turned to the door as it opened. Charlie stood there completely nude, yellow bathing suit clutched in right hand and the huge length of his virile young cock standing stiff and throbbing in front of him. He dropped the suit in the hallway. The two teenagers stared at each other for some moments in wonderment. Although they had been near-naked in the car several times, this was the first time they had seen each other in the daylight without any clothes on. Charlie's lithe, broad-shouldered, athletic build was pleasing to look at, she thought, taking in his heavily muscled thighs and legs, his powerful biceps. But always her eyes came back to his penis, standing nakedly erect in front of him. This had been what she had stroked, this is what had come to life under her fingers, this is what had spurted out its seemingly inexhaustible hot white message of sperm into her handkerchief once already today.
Then Charlie was walking light-footedly across the lime-green deep-pile rug toward her. He gathered her into his arms, her full, naked young breasts pressed tightly against his muscular body as he kissed her with a sudden implacable fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until her hot little tongue came out like a fighting fish - darting into his openly sucking mouth, scraping against his teeth and the roof of his mouth, challenging his own tongue to master her if he could.
A frightened hollowness sprang to life in the pit of Carolyn's stomach as she felt herself being picked up and carried toward the bed. It seemed as if they were one individual, his body moving with hers, the hard throbbing aliveness of his prick pressing and rubbing up against the soft quivering mounds of her whitely glowing young buttocks from below with each step he took.
The boy laid her gently on the open bed, and Carolyn felt the welcome coolness of the spotlessly white sheets pressing against her bare back and feverish buttocks.
Then Charlie lay down, turning on his side so that he faced her. His hands began to explore her body, and his fingers slid gently over the swell of her breasts. Under the touch of his masculine hand, she felt the naked nipple distend, becoming hard and erect; when he bent over and bit one, a low, guttural moan of passionate arousal escaped from her desire tightened throat. Charlie kept his mouth glued to her breast and dropped his questing hand down over her ribs and belly, making flat little circles as fingers and hand descended the white, warm plateau of fleshy softness leading to the silken forest of golden pubic hair and the excitement scented junction of her trembling thighs.
Carolyn groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed and twisted under caresses which were becoming less gentle, more urgent, now. Through it all, she was aware of the hot pulsation of his huge penis pressed against the smooth flesh of her right buttock. With the first touch of his fingers at her hot, desire starved pussy lips, Carolyn moaned loudly and spread her thighs apart, and-at the same time, dropped her hand to enfold his throbbing cock beating like a second heart against her naked hip. Now Charlie moved his hungry mouth from her tit to her mouth, savagely digging his tongue into her throat, as he used thumb and forefinger to splay open the tender lips of her passion drenched vagina below.
"Oh . . . darling," she moaned, as his middle finger began an assault on the vertically tingling little mouth, burrowing deeper and deeper up between her open legs. She jerked, rolling her head from side to side like a doll with a broken neck as she ground her nakedly quivering buttocks down into the mattress. A low cry of pain escaped Charlie's mouth, and Carolyn suddenly realized she was grasping his penis with almost super-human strength, that her fingernails had embedded themselves painfully in the hardness of vibrantly pulsating flesh.
His warm wet mouth pulled reluctantly away from her lips and began a little rabbit-like nibbling along her shoulder, sending erotic tremors cascading down her spine. Carolyn held her breath as thrill built upon thrill, quivering uncontrollably from the exquisite sensations as he licked from armpit to breast before his hungry lips fastened to an erectly trembling little nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure. His fingers left the hotly quivering refuge between her legs and began a circular stroking movement across her abdomen, a movement that gradually turned into a soft kneading of the firm flesh of her belly and smooth inner thighs.
Lost in the wickedness of it all, Carolyn could only put her hands up and cup his ears; she realized her pelvis was beginning to rise and fall of its own accord - like something bobbing inexorably on an incoming tide. She crooned gutturally as Charlie's mouth played for a long delightful eternity around her throbbing breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue etching a pattern of fiery hunger through the soft warm cleavage between the two pure white globes of succulent flesh as he alternated his attention to each - biting, licking, sucking, first one then the other.
Carolyn obediently spread her legs apart as she felt his knee begin to insinuate itself between her trembling thighs. Now he knelt down between her wide splayed legs, and she knew that when he chose to look, her defenselessly impatient little cunt was there in all its naked glory for him to see plainly for the first time in his life. She closed her eyes waiting for the first touch of his penis against her steaming hot pussy lips. It was with a feeling of growing impatience that she began to wonder why he was waiting; couldn't he tell that she wanted it as badly as he did? What could he be waiting for? Before she could put the thoughts into words, her boyfriend's greedily flickering tongue left her breasts and began a slow torturous journey down her belly. She gasped and cried out as his gently nipping teeth and licking tongue dug at her navel. Abruptly, she knew what Charlie was about to do! She had seen mention of it in a couple of guiltily scanned marriage manuals and had heard some of the girls in gym class talking about a boy "going down on it." Whatever words of protest she might have made died stillborn in her throat as his lips left her navel and burned their way in a maddening pattern of indecent sensation to her super-sensitive inner thighs. She felt his strong sure hands reach beneath her buttocks, cupping them, and forcing her hips up from the mattress. She was frozen and could make no resistance - indeed, had no desire to protest any longer - as the young boy hunched down between her legs and used his powerful shoulders to brace her thighs wide apart. His hands freed now, he used his thumbs to spread the softly curling strands of her honey colored pubic hair and the pinkly glistening lips of her vagina. She felt the blessed coolness of air blowing against the now nakedly flushed cuntal opening.
Then his tongue, like Midwest heat lightning at summer's twilight, flickered snake-like up between her legs.
"Aaaaaggghhhh, God!" It was almost a scream as the gentle lightning of his tongue struck the tiny almond-shaped bud of her clitoris.
He looked up, obviously pleased with her reaction. "Like that?"
"Ohhhh, darling! Darling, darling, darling! If you only knew. . ." She sighed deeply and made a feeble effort to raise her body. "But we can't. You mustn't lick me there. It isn't right."
Charlie paid no attention to her. He lowered his fingers and spread the feverish virginal opening to her pussy even wider apart, and then suddenly bent his head again and wormed his tongue deep into the pink, moist flesh of the slick, convulsively quivering cuntal passage.
"Ohh ... ohhhh . . . OHHHHH, Charleeeeeee!" The banshee wail of lewdly rising passion gurgled from her tortured throat as she jerked from the unexpectedly intense sensation - fighting it by attempting to burrow her buttocks deep into the mattress, and yet encouraging it at the same time by reaching down and wantonly pulling his face hard into her hungrily devouring pussy lips. She continued to mewl loudly as his hot, hard tongue maddeningly scoured around the inside of her wet, excruciatingly sensitive vaginal walls, causing her to react insanely in a sexual delirium that sent spasms of unimaginable erotic delight arcing hotly throughout her entire shamelessly writhing body. He began orally fucking her in earnest, using his tongue as a prick, driving deep, ever deeper, inside her cunt. Somewhere, from the far distant reaches of the outer limits of her mind, she thought, "My God! He's going to make me cum with his tongue." She could feel the pressure, the load limits building up in nerve endings down there in her vagina; it was only a matter of seconds before they shorted out in an awesome display of galactic fireworks. She had already begun reaching for it when Charlie abruptly lifted his head from her wildly thrashing pelvis. She continued to writhe, panting hoarsely, silently begging, as Charlie moved up over her, leaving her young, unsatisfied pussy on fire and about to burst.
"Oh God! I've got to fuck you now. I'm so hot I'm about to cum . . . even without putting it in you," he stammered, taking her hand and placing it demandingly on his cock. "Put it in for me, darling," he groaned, then kissed her by thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.
Carolyn could taste her own vaginal juices in his mouth, half-sweet, musky . . . tremendously exciting. Feeling the hot throbbing readiness of his massive young penis beneath her fingers, she instinctively began stroking and massaging it, rubbing the foreskin tantalizingly back and forth. With her other hand, she reached for his balls, their hairiness and silky texture delighting her. She held them gently, lovingly, in her palm, weighing them like golden red apples placed in tribute before an altar of love. Charlie was about to go out of his mind in desire. He grunted and panted, his eyes rolling insanely around in his skull.
"I've got to fuck you now, or it ... it'll be too late," he gasped.
"Yes, darling. Now! Fuck me now!" She had never wanted anything more in her entire life. All other feelings, emotions, sensations and needs evaporated, vaporized under the intense heat of her own implacable lust. She spread her thighs further apart, hoping her brain would maintain control of her inflamed senses. My God, she was so close to cumming herself that she was sure just the mere touch of that beautifully long, hard, throbbing cock against the blood-engorged, nerve-filled outer lips of her quivering, expectant cunt would be the signal for a cataclysmic explosion in her abdomen that would destroy her forever. She pulled his cock closer toward her waiting pussy lips and raised the tiny, beardedly nibbling mouth for easier entry. Charlie, however, was riding too high on her in his inexperience and eagerness. His penis was sliding from clitoris downward through the moistened fur-lined cuntal crevice, and he began thrusting his prick madly back and forth across the warmly quivering lips between her thighs in a frantic effort to reach the smooth, pink passage so long denied him. Carolyn continued to hold on to his cock, unable to do anything because every wild thrust rubbed against the erect bud of her clitoris and sent paralyzing wanton sensations roaring throughout her body. She knew she could cum this way, too - was about to cum!
Abruptly, as she grasped the thick, wildly stroking shaft, Charlie cried out like a wounded animal. "Ah God, No! Not yet!" and she felt his cock expanding and contracting crazily in her hands. The gasps of passion sputtered out of him time and again as the hot viscosity of his cum spewed wetly onto her rippling belly, spurting with such strength that it splattered all the way up against her breasts and ran down over her ribs to the mattress below.
Charlie collapsed on top of her, his breath coming in short hoarse gasps. "Oh God . . . I'm sorry... I... I couldn't help myself."
Carolyn wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth to tell him it was all right, when suddenly the door to her bedroom crashed open.
Margaret Dunn, holding Charlie's yellow swim trunks, gave one short scream of horror as she saw the two entwined nude figures jump guiltily apart.
"Oh Carolyn! How could you?" And it was a trial, a judgment, a sentence, and an execution all in one short question of anguish.