At lunchtime it became quickly apparent that I’d altered history, as it was, a little already. As I waited in the snack bar line, and as I found an empty seat on the quad, I could see that people were pointing at me and looking at me. When I would turn to look at them, they would cast their eyes away. I figured the word had spread about my fight with Richie. People were probably in disbelief. I could almost hear the conversations they were having. Him? That little wimpy guy? Kicked Richie’s ass? Sent him to the hospital? How? Does he know karate or something? He must!
I didn’t mind. Obviously the word on the fight had not leaked to the wrong set of ears. If it had, I probably would have been pulled into the principal’s office to talk to the cops. After all, what I’d done was felony assault. Not that I was worried about that either. Would the cops really believe I could have done such a thing?
Finally someone came over to ask me about it. It was one of the hard-core stoner crowd, a group I’d sometimes hung out with but had never really been a part of. I remembered smoking grass with the guy, who was a junior, on occasion, but I could not remember his name. He had long, unkempt black hair and the beginnings of a mustache on his lip. I wondered if he knew how ridiculous it looked. He approached carefully, as if I might suddenly lash out at him.
“What’s up, dude?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “Not much. What’s up with you?”
“Nothin’.” He paused. “I heard you got in a fight with Richie Fairview today.”
“You could say that,” I agreed.
“I heard you put him in the hospital.”
“Wouldn’t know about that,” I replied. “But I doubt he’ll be rippin’ off people for a while.” I smiled. “And if he does decide to go back into business, he might just think twice about who he fucks with.”
The stoner who’s name I couldn’t remember grinned. “You know karate or somethin’?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Just a little about psychology and life.”
His eyes widened. “Trippy,” he finally said, reminding me of a phrase I hadn’t heard in a while. “Listen, me and Raisin and Debbie are gonna blow this scene and head over to Raisin’s house. Smoke some buds and listen to some AC\DC. You wanna come with us?”
I didn’t have the slightest idea who Raisin might be, but I knew who Debbie was, even without a last name supplied. She was a cute, though skanky redhead who hung out with the stoners. She always kept close to whomever possessed the little baggie, hanging all over him and flirting with him. But, if I remembered correctly, she very rarely gave up any pussy. The polite term for her would be cock-tease. And no matter how many times they failed to get laid by her, they still fell for it every time. Thinking of her made my dick stir a little in my pants again. She was older than I was, sure, but I was definitely more experienced. Could I seduce her? And even if I couldn’t, the thought of smoking a little grass was appealing in and of itself. As a paramedic we were drug tested. I hadn’t smoked any pot in the last seven years.
“I’m in,” I told him, standing up and throwing the remains of my burrito in the nearest garbage can.
Apparently Raisin was the one with the pot. I remembered him when I saw him. He was a short, bleached blonde who, like many short people, had adapted humor as his defense. He was one funny motherfucker. We climbed into his car; an early seventies Ford Falcon. My as-yet-unnamed friend and I climbed in the back. Debby climbed in the front with Raisin, who was looking real hopeful about his chances.
As he screeched out of the school parking lot Debbie giggled. “Fire up a joint now, Raisin,” she said. “C’mon. Getting stoned always get me horny.”
“Can’t, baby,” Raisin replied, turning a corner at near-suicidal speed. “Don’t have any rolled yet. Just hold your titties for a few. We have to get some papers.”
She feigned a pout at his words and I took a moment to appraise her. She really was pretty good looking in a future trailer trash sort of way. Her red hair appeared natural, her tits firm and jiggly. As was the style of the eighties, she had on way too much make-up. But I felt I could live with that.
She was a sixteen-year-old girl, fresh no matter how skanky she appeared. I was determined to bag her. I thought I knew how.
Raisin pulled the Falcon into the parking lot of a gas station/convenience store. He backed into a spot near the back corner.
“Okay, here’s the deal,” Raisin told my back seat companion and me. “Bill, how much money you got?”
I shrugged. “About three bucks or so.”
“Good,” Raisin said. “You go up to the counter and buy a candy bar or something. Lonnie,” he turned to my now-named companion, “while he’s got the clerk distracted, you swipe a pack of papers from the display.”
“Man, I hate doing this shit,” Lonnie whined. “Why don’t we just use a toilet paper roll or somethin’?”
“Do I look like a fuckin’ barbarian?” Raisin enquired. “I refuse to smoke out of something that used to hold paper I use to wipe my ass with. Just get the fuckin’ papers.”
Lonnie exited the vehicle, still whining, and I exited with him.
“Why don’t we just buy the papers?” I asked, following behind him.
“Because,” he explained, as if I was an idiot, “they won’t sell ’em to kids.”
“As far as I know it’s not against the law to buy papers,” I opined. “Let me handle this.”
Lonnie was doubtful but obviously agreeable to anything that didn’t put him in harm’s way. I pushed through the door of the store, making a little bell chime. The clerk was smoking a cigarette and watching a small television set. He was about twenty or so and looked as if he’d been rolling up some herb himself. He eyed us suspiciously as we entered.
I pulled out my money and then pulled a pack of rolling papers from the display and put them down on the counter. The clerk looked at them for a minute and then looked at me.
“How old are you, kid?” he asked, taking a puff off of his smoke.
“Fifteen,” I said.
“Uh huh. And what are you going to do with those? Let me guess, they’re for your father.”
“Nope,” I said simply, shaking my head. “They’re for my friends and myself. You see, we just scored some killer bud and now we want to smoke it. That requires papers, as I’m sure you’re aware. So, how much?”
The clerk stared at me for a moment, not saying anything.
“Now come on,” I said reasonably. “Would you rather we came in and tried to steal them? That would be counter-productive for all concerned, wouldn’t it? We’re not asking to buy cigarettes, just papers. They’re not controlled substances are they?” I smiled. “C’mon, didn’t you used to cut school and get stoned? Help out the younger generation here.”
He stared for another instant and then began to chuckle. “Fuckin’ classic,” he said, shaking his head. He picked up the pack of zig-zags and rang them up. “79 cents.”
I started to hand him a buck and then paused, my eyes looking at a display behind him.
“Oh,” I said, “and how about givin’ me a three pack of those rubbers there? The unlubricated ones.” I winked at him. “I think I might find some use for them.”
He chuckled some more and grabbed the condoms, tossing them next to the papers and ringing them up. I paid him, thanked him for his customer service, and then we headed out the door.
“That was fuckin’ radical,” Lonnie proclaimed as we walked across the parking lot. “Totally!”
“Let me tell you somethin’, Lonnie,” I told him. “I’ve found that you’ll get a lot farther in life using that approach then tryin’ to sneak around the issue. Keep that in mind.”
“Trippy,” he said again. “But why’d you buy the rubbers? You don’t think you’re gonna get into Debbie do you?”
“You never know,” I told him. “It’s best to be prepared for any eventuality.”
“Avent-you-what?”
“Never mind,” I said, opening the back door. The condoms were in my pants pocket. The papers I tossed to Raisin. “Let’s go get stoned,” I told him.
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As I suspected she would be, Debbie was putty in my hands. We went to Raisin’s house, which was actually an apartment. I’d been in the apartment complex many times as a paramedic on calls. It was populated with various varieties of unemployed trash living on welfare. It was strange being in them in a way. They looked exactly the same as they had\would in my when. Raisin’s mom, a single mother, was employed and spent the day at her job.
This made Raisin’s apartment a favored locale for school cutting, pot smoking teenagers. The apartment was cleaner than most I entered on calls, but not by much. It was a two bedroom and there were dishes scattered everywhere but at least the laundry was picked up and there were no roaches in evidence. The entire place reeked of stale cigarette and pot smoke.
Raisin put on an AC\DC album, Highway to Hell, and cranked up the volume. He then went about the task of rolling up a fat one which he lit and passed around. Predictably Debbie sat next to him on the couch, cooing at him and flirting with him. By the time the third cut on the album was playing, we were all pleasantly stoned; me probably more so than the others since I’d been away for a while.
“Isn’t Bon Scott the greatest fuckin’ singer on earth?” Raisin asked the room at large.
Lonnie gave a concurring opinion and even Debbie agreed, although it was easy to read her face and see she didn’t give a rat’s ass about Bon Scott. I tried to remember who teenaged girls had been into back in the early eighties and drew a blank.
The conversation traveled around the room for a few minutes, long enough for me to be appalled by its immaturity. Both Raisin and Lonnie were trying like hell to win Debbie’s favor but their attempts were pathetic at best. Lonnie was talking about how many push-ups he could do. Raisin was talking about how many beers he could drink before he puked. Had I been like this once? I feared I had. No wonder I hadn’t gotten laid until I was nearly eighteen. It was time to liven up the conversation a little.
“Have you guys ever considered,” I asked, “how much religion has fucked up our views on sex?”
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That got their interest. They all looked at me, wondering if I was telling a joke.
“What?” Debbie finally squealed.
“Think about it for a second,” I explained, knowing that when you were stoned it was real easy to ’think about it’. “The drive to reproduce is, aside from food and water, the most powerful urge in the human body. We want to have sex; we need to have sex. It’s programmed into us, into our genes and chromosomes. If a species didn’t want to have sex, which after all is for reproduction, it could not perpetuate itself.”
“Per-what?” Lonnie, his eyes open less than a quarter inch, asked.
“It could not keep the race alive,” I rephrased. “If we were not programmed with the urge to screw each other, we would have died out long ago. So, the urge to screw is given to us by God or chance or whatever, so that we will survive forever. It’s a natural urge that serves a basic function, right?”
“Yeah,” Debbie said, her eyes twinkling a little. Lonnie and Raisin had to agree with my logic too.
“Now we all feel these urges. I myself feel them very strongly.” I gazed meaningfully at Debbie as I said this. She blushed a little but held my gaze. “Sometimes it’s all I can think about. It’s a bitchin’ thing really. For the most part, guys want to put their dicks into a girl’s pussy. Girls want to have a dick put into their pussy. Am I right?”
“Fuckin A!” Lonnie proclaimed.
“Hell yeah,” Raisin agreed.
Debbie refused to comment, she just giggled.
“But then you got religion fucking us all up,” I went on. “There’s some other social factors in there too, but religion is the biggest one. Here you have a natural urge, the urge to reproduce. It’s a function of your body. But you got religion telling you it’s dirty. They make people feel guilty for these urges which occur through no fault of their own. They tell you that sex is wrong. They tell you to never do it before marriage, and then they tell you that it’s okay to do it when you are married but not to enjoy it. If you enjoy it, you’re sinning.”
“Yeah!” Lonnie put in. “That’s fucked up.”
“And if that wasn’t bad enough,” I continued, watching Debby carefully now. She was staring with rapt attention. “Religious influence throughout our history has led to the passing of laws against certain types of sexual acts. Did you know that in the State of Washington it is illegal for a man to eat a pussy?”
“What?” Debbie and Lonnie said together; Debbie blushing a little.
“Yep.” I nodded, picking up the roach in the ashtray and taking another hit. I was really rocking now. “And it’s also illegal for a woman to suck a man’s dick. Its called oral copulation in the penal code and it’s listed as a crime. Now here we have an activity that people enjoy doing to each other.” I paused, smiling at Debbie. “At least I know I enjoy the shit out of eating a nice pussy. An activity that hurts no one but that if fact brings a great deal of pleasure to people. At least when I do it anyway. But, thanks to religious assholes back in our history, it’s illegal. I could be arrested for, say, eating out Debbie there. And she could be arrested for giving me a blow job.”
“You’ve never eaten a pussy before,” Debbie giggled, her eyes shining.
I looked at her meaningfully. “Debbie, I’m an expert at eating pussy. I bet that I could make you come in less than ten minutes using only my tongue upon your gorgeous body.”
She swallowed nervously. “Oh really?”
“Really,” I said. “Come here a second.” I patted my lap.
“Why?” she challenged. Lonnie and Raisin were both speechless, watching this development.
“Just come here and let me give you a little sample of what my tongue can do for you,” I told her. “Unless you’re scared that is. Afraid I might make you lose control.”
“You talk pretty bold, little boy,” she informed me nervously.
“Come here,” I whispered, staring lustfully at her. “Let me show you a sample.”
She hesitated for another second or so and then curiosity got the better of her. She stood and walked over to me. I patted my lap again.
“Sit down,” I told her, reaching out and touching the side of her right leg. The denim of her jeans was tight. Tight enough to let me feel the muscle of her leg beneath it.
She sat on my lap, turning her face towards me, her eyes transfixed upon my face. “Well?” she said.
I reached up and took her face in my hands, feeling the soft skin of her cheeks. I pulled her forward, drawing her lips to mine. She came willingly, parting her lips. I kissed her softly, feeling her puffy lips meeting mine. I darted the tip of my tongue forward slowly, touching the inside of her lip and running it back and forth, tasting the smooth membranes and feeling the back of my tongue rubbing against her top teeth. I withdrew my tongue for an instant and then darted forward with it once more. Her tongue shot out to meet it this time. I swirled the tip of mine with hers, marveling at the fact that I was making out with a sixteen year old girl. My cock jumped to full attention.
I gave her my best kissing, sucking lightly on her tongue and lips, nipping a little at them. It was undoubtedly a far cry from what she was used to, which was probably some brute ramming his tongue down her throat. I used my tongue like an instrument, tasting her young mouth, and arousing her. She pulled herself closer to me, forgetting that two other people were in the room. Her sweater clad breasts pushed against my chest.
I kissed across her cheek to her neck, licking and sucking on it softly, working my way upward, nibbling at her soft flesh. When I reached her earlobe I nipped at it and then slid my tongue softly through the hollow of her jaw. I blew lightly in her ear and then began to whisper to her.
“Have you ever been kissed like this before?” I asked.
“No,” she groaned, her hands moving up and down my back.
“Do you like the way my tongue feels against your skin?”
“Yes,” she panted, trembling all over now.
“Imagine this tongue and this mouth sliding all over your beautiful body. Imagine it suckling your nipples like a newborn baby. Imagine it kissing your tummy, your legs, sucking on your toes, and finally going between your legs and licking you there. Eating you until you come in my mouth.”
“Ohh,” she squeaked.
“You want that, don’t you?” I whispered in her ear. “You want to come in my mouth, don’t you? Has anyone ever made you come before?”
“No.” She shook her head as I nibbled her earlobe again.
“I can,” I told her. “I can make you come until you beg me to stop. I can make you come until you scream. Would you like me to?”
“Oh God,” she whined, loud enough for the other two to hear.
“Would you?” I repeated.
“Ohhhh.” She was now trembling all over, her skin flushing.
I ran my tongue across the side of her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, until it was teasing the delicate skin in the hollow of her throat. I sucked a little and then raised up and kissed her again. Her tongue eagerly sought out mine, sucking it into her mouth a little harder than I liked, almost painfully. That was okay. I knew I had her.
I pulled her tighter against me, feeling her breasts push into my chest. They were firm and oh so young. My instinct was to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. But I didn’t want to do that. I wanted her to ask me, to beg me to take her there.
I put my lips back near her ear and began to whisper to her again. “You’re getting hot from my mouth, aren’t you, Debbie?”
“Yessss!” she hissed, breathing rapidly. “I’ve never… ohhhhh!”
“I’ve gotten you this hot by just kissing your face and your neck,” I whispered. “Imagine what else I can do for you. I can give you pleasure you’ve never dreamed of before. All you have to do is ask me. Ask me to show you.”
“Ohh God,” she moaned again, grasping me tighter against her. She was approaching the edge of control. I knew she was now mine, that if I stood up and led her to the bedroom, she would come. But I wanted her to ask me.
“Just ask,” I told her, nibbling her ear again. “Just ask me to show you and I will.”
“Please?” she said immediately. “Show me. You have to show me!”
I smiled, breaking the kiss. I gave her butt a little pat, indicating she should stand up. She did so, ignoring Raisin and Lonnie, just staring at me with glazed, lustful eyes. I stood too.
“Hey, Raisin,” I asked, smiling. “You mind if I borrow your room for a while? Me and Debbie have to talk.”
He was speechless, just staring at me. Though I didn’t want to, I could see that he’d sprung a woody watching the two of us.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, grabbing Debbie’s hand and leading her there. She didn’t even look back.
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“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, grabbing Debbie’s hand and leading her there. She didn’t even look back.
Raisin’s room was suprisingly pretty neat. I led Debbie inside and then shut the door. It was latched less than a half a second before her mouth slammed into mine and her tongue was probing for my tonsils. She pulled me tight against her, grinding her crotch into mine, rubbing her hips in circles.
“Oh God,” she said, breaking the kiss and licking at my neck. “I’ve never been this fuckin’ turned on before. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“I have that effect on women,” I said, kissing her back and leading her over to the bed.
We sat down on the foot of it and I kissed her again, running my hand up under her sweater. I felt her smooth stomach and the cups of her bra for a moment before pushing upward, lifting the hem of the sweater over her head. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it. I tossed it to the floor next to the bed.
I began kissing her smooth shoulders while my hands slid around her back, finding the clasp of her bra. With a quick flick of my fingers the clasp was undone, allowing the bra to sag free. I pulled it off of her and tossed it to the floor next to her sweater.
I leaned back and stared at her chest for a moment. Her tits were almost more than I take. I had to restrain myself from simply attacking them. Though large for a teenager, they were firm, unaffected by years of gravity pulling on them. The nipples were small but erect, standing out proudly. The flesh was slightly paler than the surrounding skin. Sixteen year old tits!
She saw my gaze and flushed deeper, covering them with her arms. Obviously my eyes upon her embarrassed her.
Gently I reached out and pulled her arms back down. “Don’t cover them up,” I said softly. “They’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
She was nervous, not saying anything but giving me a slight giggle.
I reached out and stroked them softly with my fingers, running the tips around the perimeter, feeling the young, springy flesh, testing the weight of them. She sighed a little as I did this. Again, she was probably expecting me to maul them as a normal teenager would. I let the tip of my fingers circle inward, finally just flicking her nipples. She shuddered at the contact.
She was actually trembling as I leaned forward and began planting kisses on her bare shoulder. I let the underside of my tongue slide downward along her flesh, across the top of her heaving chest until I encountered the swell of her tit. I began sucking and licking the delicate skin there, giving the occasional soft nip with my teeth. Her hands landed on the back of my head, trying to push me down to the nipple. But I refused.
I kissed and sucked my way all over her right breast, moving from top to bottom, running my tongue over the underside and her lower chest, relishing the taste of her young skin, driving her nearly crazy with my teasing, but avoiding the nipple. Finally I repeated the process on her left breast. I then slid my tongue between the two, feeling them pushing into my cheeks on either side. She was now whimpering, almost crying in her desire.
At last I moved my mouth to the right nipple. I flicked at it with my tongue, tasting and feeling its texture. At the contact she pushed her chest forward, trying to force it into her mouth, but I backed away at the same rate she advanced, frustrating her. I began sliding my tongue around the perimeter of the nipple, making it swell further. Finally I took it in my mouth and began suckling it gently, just as an infant would do.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, her fingers running through my hair. I pushed her to her back on the bed and went to work in earnest.
I worked on her nipples for more than ten minutes, moving from one to the other, tasting them, sucking them, loving them, until her hips began to move up and down. As I did this I reached down with my hands and pulled off her shoes, letting them fall to the floor. Her socks followed this.
Once she was barefoot, I began kissing my way downward, paying particular attention to her flanks, which I’d realized in my mid-twenties was a powerful erogenous zone on women when a tongue and mouth is applied to them with the right pressure. When I reached the waistband of her jeans I kissed along it, heading for her stomach, darting under the hem with the tip of my tongue. Her tummy was a work of art in and of itself. It was as smooth as the proverbial baby’s butt, unlined by stretchmarks or any other signs of time. I reached her bellybutton and teased it for a moment, making the muscles in that part of her body go into seizure. I then trailed the back of my tongue downward again, until I reached the top of her jeans.
She was wearing button-fly jeans. I reached up and slowly undid the first button, revealing just a hint of her lower stomach. The flesh there was even paler than that of her breasts. I kissed and sucked that which was revealed for a second and then undid the second button, repeating the process.
When I undid the third button the top of her panties came into view. They were sparkling white, a sharp contrast against her skin. I captured the cotton material in my teeth for a second, pulling them lightly away from her body briefly before releasing them. As I did this I caught the first whiff of her odor. It was fresh and musky, the scent of a teenager, and only touched my olfactory senses for an instant. But it was enough to make me pick up the pace.
I ripped open the rest of her buttons and disengaged myself from her, so that I was kneeling at the foot of the bed. I put my hands in the waistband of her jeans and began tugging.
“Raise your hips,” I commanded.
She instantly obeyed, obviously eager for me to get on with what I’d promised her. I pulled the jeans downward, struggling a little but finally removing the tight material from her body. They joined the sweater and the bra on the floor, leaving her lying before me in only her white, cotton panties.
I paused long enough to take off my own sweater, leaving me bare from the waist up. She stared at me lustfully as I did this, her legs twisting this way and that, unable to come to a rest. They were very pretty legs, smooth as silk, lightly tanned. Looking between them I could see that the crotch of her panties was wet, sucking lightly into her pussy. My mouth began watering as
I captured her legs and placed them on my shoulders.
I reached forward and grabbed the waist of her panties. She raised her hips without instruction this time and I pulled them off, tossing them to the floor and returning her legs to my shoulders. I was now looking at her pussy. An actual sixteen year old pussy. The lips were swollen and inviting, her clit peeking out of its hood. There was a growth of reddish-brown hair, thick on the top, sparse around the lips. Her odor was now strong in my nostrils, making me giddy, the smell of a teenager in heat.
“Have you ever been eaten before?” I asked her, letting my finger lightly slide between her wet lips, parting them.
“Yes,” she panted, still trembling. “Once.”
“How was it?” I asked.
“It was okay,” she said. “Please, do it now?”
I smiled. “Okay? Did you come?”
“No.” She shook her head and then repeated. “Please?”
“Then you were just licked before,” I told her, sliding my finger into her about a half an inch, far enough to feel that she was tight. “Prepare to be eaten.”
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as I moved my head forward.
I licked between those wonderful lips, tasting her nectar, feeling her smooth membranes with my tongue. I probed in and out, lapping like a cat a bowl of milk. She moaned as I did this, spreading her legs wider. I ran my hands up and down her smooth thighs while I continued to lick at her.
Her pubic hair tickled my face as I sucked each lip in between probes with my tongue. When her hips began gyrating on the bed I began making stabs at her clit. The stabs took her breath away, made her squeal in delight with each one. I ran my tongue around her erect clit for a few moments and then finally took it between my lips and began to suck on it gently.
“Ohhhh!” she screamed. “What are you… ? Ohhhhh!”
I increased the suction on it, stabbing rapidly with my swirling tongue as I did so. Her hips began moving up and down rhythmically. Her sexy legs wrapped around my back, pulling me closer.
“Ohhh yesss!” she cried. “Ohhh yesss! Oh God!”
Shortly her clit sucked back into its hood and her hips and pubis began slamming into my face. It became difficult to keep my lips where they belonged but I had experience reading the rhythm. I plunged two fingers into her, feeling that tight sheath contract around them. I almost came in my pants right there when I felt that tightness. Oh how good that was going to feel when I got my cock in there.
With a long, high-pitched scream she came in my mouth, her hips battering me nearly senseless and then finally slowing to a stop. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my face away from her but continued to finger-fuck her. I looked in her eyes as I did it. Her eyes had a mad glint in them; an expression she wasn’t supposed to wear for another five years or so. She was panting and licking her lips, her tits heaving up and down.
“Did you like that?” I asked her, driving my fingers in and out. Her hips already were picking up the rhythm again.
“Yess!” she hissed. “Oh god, I never knew anything could…” She couldn’t finish. She simply closed her eyes and humped back at my hand.
I smiled and then lowered my face to her crotch once more.
“Again?” she cried. “Ohh God!”
It only took two or three minutes to pull the second orgasm from her. The third took even less time. By the time I pulled my face away and stood up, she looked nearly insane.
“Are you ready to get fucked now?” I asked her, opening the fly on my own 501s.
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“Ohhhh!” she moaned, her eyes glued to my crotch.
“Answer me,” I told her. “Are you ready to get fucked?”
“Yes!” she yelled, nodding vigorously. “Oh yes!”
I kicked off my shoes and socks and then dropped my pants, pausing long enough to pull one of the condoms from the pocket. I tossed the condom on the bed by her feet and then dropped my underwear, letting free my straining, fifteen-year-old cock. It wasn’t quite as long and thick as it would eventually be but Debbie didn’t seem to mind. She spread her legs wider.
“C’mon!” she told me. “Let’s do it.”
I picked up the condom and ripped the package open, letting it fall to the floor. I rolled it over my cock expertly, giving it a tug to make sure it was on correctly. It was. Debbie watched this all with aroused curiosity. It was obvious she’d never seen anyone put on a rubber before, though I was sure, due to the lack of a hymen, that she’d been fucked. I understood. Teenagers didn’t give a shit, didn’t think about consequences. But I did.
I climbed back on the bed and positioned myself over the top of her. Our lips came together again, our tongues swirling back and forth once more. Her firm tits were against my chest and my outer thighs were against her inner thighs. I grabbed my cock in my hand and put the head against her wet lips, sliding it up and down a few times, wetting the condom.
“Do it!” Debbie yelled, pushing her hips upward.
Slowly I pushed forward, allowing the head of my cock to slide inside of her. Her tunnel grasped me tightly, feeling as if a hand was gripping me, and I could slide no further. I pulled out and pushed again, gaining a little more ground with each thrust. Finally I was all the way inside the tightest box I’d ever imagined, let alone been in. This was what sex was supposed to be like.
I began to thrust in and out, feeling her clamping on me as I slid back and forth. After a few moments she loosened up a little, allowing me to pick up the pace. I then began to slam in and out with practiced strokes, being sure to grind my pubic bone against hers with each thrust. She moaned and clawed at my back with her nails as I fucked her, her hips rising and falling counter to my own. Her skin began to perspire heavily, making our bodies slide exquisitely together, as if greased. She kissed on my neck and my ears, her tongue strokes copies of what I’d done to her earlier.
I suddenly got up to my knees, putting her legs on my shoulders while I continued to fuck her. I was able to look down upon her supine body, to watch my cock sliding in and out her slit, to see her sweaty tits bouncing back and forth, to see her face, to watch the rapture in her eyes. I stroked her legs up and down, kissing on her calves for a while and then I began feeling those beautiful breasts, squeezing them a little rougher now. I slammed harder and harder into her, making her grunt and moan. When she came again she pulled me back down to her and thrust her tongue back in my mouth.
I was at the end of my rope by then so I went for the final push. I fucked as hard as I could, sweat dripping off my face, that tight pussy gripping and releasing me. I felt the sensation of pure pleasure starting in my groin and spreading quickly throughout my body from there. I began to groan myself, losing control of my thrusting rhythm, only battering her like an animal. The pleasure of orgasm assaulted me, had its way with me, completely took my body over for an indeterminate amount of time. It was pleasure on the purest level. My God, I could not remember when orgasms had felt like that. It made the ones I had as an adult feel like a little spasm in comparison. I shot blast after blast inside of her (inside the condom actually), continuing to pound away until I fell exhausted atop of her.
We kissed each other for a moment and then looked in each other’s eyes. Hers were full of confusion and doubt.
“Wow,” she whispered finally. “That was… that was awesome. Totally bitchin’.”
I smiled, kissing her nose and pulling myself out of her so the condom wouldn’t come off in her pussy.
“Thank you,” I said, rolling to my back next to her.
She was still looking at me. “It was almost like… I dunno.” She shook her head.
“Like what?” I asked, grabbing the condom and pulling it off neatly, not spilling so much as a drop.
“Like you were, oh, I dunno, older or something. It didn’t seem like I was doing someone younger than me.”
I stared at her for a moment, holding the slick condom between my fingers. I chuckled. “I’m just wise beyond my years, baby. That’s all.”
She looked at me doubtfully as I tied a knot in the condom and stood up. “What now?” she asked. “Are we like, going together now?”
Going together? I accessed my memory again for what that term entailed. Finally I remembered. Boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. Not supposed to date anyone else. I certainly didn’t want that. “No,” I told her. “We were just two stoned friends having a little fun together. That’s all. Why does it have to be more complicated than that?”
Relief was evident on her face. She didn’t want to ‘go’ with anyone either. “I guess it don’t,” she answered, and then she soured. “But I guess I’ll be the school slut for a while.” She looked at me as I picked up my clothes from the floor. “You know, it was worth it though. Where did you learn how to, you know, make love like that?”
“Oh, here and there,” I answered. “But there’s no reason why you have to be the school slut you know. I’m not gonna tell anyone what we did.”
Her smile was cynical beyond its years. “Sure you won’t,” she answered. “You won’t tell anyone that you’re the one to bag Debbie Walker.”
“I won’t,” I said, pulling on my pants. “For what purpose would I do that? So all of you girls can talk about what a fuckin’ blabbermouth I am? How will I ever get any pussy that way? No girl’s gonna fuck a loudmouth. However, if you have the reputation as someone who can keep his mouth shut no matter what… well, where do you think I learned how to do what I did?”
She looked hopeful for a moment, wanting to believe me. But then she shook her head. “Even if you do keep your mouth shut, which I doubt, Raisin and Lonnie know what we did. They won’t keep their mouths shut.”
I shrugged. “I’ll tell them you wouldn’t give it up. I’ll call you a fuckin’ cock tease when I tell them about it, kissing on me and lettin’ me feel your tits a little through your sweater, but not lettin’ me go any further. They’ll believe it.”
“You are going to tell them that?” she asked, looking at me as if I’d just explained that there really was a Santa Clause and an Easter Bunny.
I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Sure,” I told her quietly. “You can trust me for that. You really can. I promise. And you don’t even have to trust me. Just say you didn’t do anything with me but kiss me. If I’m lying and I blab to everyone, how much worse off are you anyway?”
“I suppose,” she said doubtfully.
“But do me a favor,” I said.
“What?”
“Well, I know you don’t believe me now, but when a few weeks go by and you find out that I kept my promise, just keep me in mind the next time you get a little horny. I can be very discrete.”
“Discrete?” she asked.
“Never mind,” I said, pulling on my shirt. “Just keep me in mind. And if you and some of your friends ever get to discussing things like sex with each other, and if one of them ever happens to express frustration that she can’t get herself fucked without the whole school knowing about it.” I smiled. “Maybe you could just mention my name to them. If you know what I mean.”
She stared at me for a second and then started giggling. “Are you sure you’re only fifteen?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “The best age of your life, Debbie. Believe me.”
to be cont
seems such stories not so popular with bros…
i will stop posting this one n try get more hardcore sex action ones…. maybe this one action too slow liao… like story book like that…
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i tot a different style story mah.. actually this story is my fav of all time… time travel… n fantasy…milf…. young gals… anyways… look for other stuffs liao.. this story cmi here
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whiskynaam
i tot a different style story mah.. actually this story is my fav of all time… time travel… n fantasy…milf…. young gals… anyways… look for other stuffs liao.. this story cmi here
hey i like this story here..how abt letting us have more????or posting where u got this story so i can get to read in one short?
will up u don worry