The Nymphet's Slave
by Sally Schuster


CHAPTER ONE 

"Gee, Mary, I'm going to miss you," the pert little blonde-haired girl said 
to the other blonde-haired girl, who was getting into her parents' car, 
about to be taken to the hotel where she would join all the other kids who 
were going to summer camp. 

"I'm going to miss you, too, Jo-Ann," the chunkier girl said. "But my 
parents signed me up for camp, and there's not much I can do about it. I'll 
see you at the end of August, though." 

"Sure thing," the prettier, more slender young girl nodded, and stood there 
as Mary was driven off in an old, gold Plymouth Valiant. 

She was going to miss Mary, but somehow the prospect of just running around 
the block with the other girl and her older sister, or playing hopscotch, 
skip-rope, or any of the dozen other games they had played for the past 
seven years just didn't seem to appeal to Jo-Ann Carlton any longer. She was 
getting older, now. Her body, which had been straight as a board, was first 
beginning to develop curves. Granted, they weren't deep curves, and the 
roundness of her hips was far from accented, just as her breasts were only 
now starting to push against her white-and-yellow-striped polo shirt. Her 
dark-blonde hair would shortly be bleached a brilliant gold as the summer 
progressed, and her skin would turn to a rich tan. 

Though no longer a pre-teen, Jo-Ann was still too young to appreciate the 
fact that she had an astonishingly beautiful face. Her eyebrows naturally 
arched upward at the outer ends, and her wide blue eyes also had the 
littlest bit of a slant, though there was no Oriental blood in her. Her nose 
was short, pert, and only slightly turned up at the tip, and she had a 
heart-shaped pair of lips that appeared as if aching to be kissed, even 
though no one had ever done so. At the moment her gold hair was pulled back 
into a pony tail, the end of which almost touched her waist. 

Suddenly there seemed to be more to life than kids' games, and Jo-Ann, 
standing abandoned on the street corner, wondered just what more there was. 
She was growing up, and she wondered if grown-ups really ever had any fun. 
She had often asked her mother about it, but her mother was a hard worker, 
as was her father. Both left the house at seven in the morning and didn't 
return until five. It was up to Jo-Ann to get dinner for the family, which 
usually consisted of either putting a chicken in a pot, or making steak or 
lamb chops, along with frozen string beans, peas, or carrots. But she had 
plenty of time before having to make dinner. 

Her hand touched the metal key in her white shorts, the key to her front 
door. She always locked the door when she left the house. Her parents had 
ingrained in her the necessity to do so. 

Now she walked along, scuffing her sandals on the sidewalk, feeling lonely 
as the July sun began beating down on her. It was going to be a nice day, 
not too hot, not too humid. There would be no need for air-conditioning. 

As she passed the large corner house with the chain link fence, a dog on the 
other side came rushing up to her, panting and standing on its hind paws. 
The dog's name was Pretty, and she looked like a half-grown German Shepherd, 
all black and tan. The truth was, she was a mongrel and would never grow any 
larger, but she had managed to retain a Shepherd's features. 

"Hi, Pretty," Jo-Ann smiled. "Are you lonely, too?" 

The dog squealed in reply, and Jo-Ann wondered if Pretty's owner would allow 
her to come into the yard and play with the dog. He had permitted her to do 
so in the past. 

Jo-Ann liked Pretty's owner. He was an "old" man by her standards, maybe 
even as old as her father, who was in his mid-thirties. He was tall, slim, 
with naturally dark skin and black, shiny hair which he combed to the side, 
letting it curve over his forehead a little to create the impression he had 
more hair. Over the years he had treated other kids on the block to ice 
cream, along with Jo-Ann, usually when he was out walking Pretty. He usually 
bought a small cup of ice cream for the dog, as well, and Pretty had enough 
German Shepherd in her to sloppily splash much of it on the curb while 
licking it from the plastic cup. 

No matter how mature Jo-Ann felt she was, she still liked playing with the 
dog. Since there was no one else around, she felt it might be a good idea if 
she asked the owner's permission to play with Pretty in the yard. 

The front door was open, and the screen door was unlocked. Jo-Ann had been 
here many times before, and like other kids in the neighborhood, didn't 
bother ringing the doorbell or knocking. She opened the white screen door 
silently, noting the dog was at the far end of the yard, chewing on a bone 
at the moment, and she entered the house. She wanted to call out, but she 
realized, in all the years she had been living here, she had never learned 
the man's name. 

She walked up a half-flight of steps to the kitchen, then heard sounds 
coming from further upstairs, to her right. Silently, she trod on the 
carpeted steps, going up to the master bedroom, which seemed to be the 
second door on the left. The innocent young girl was about to call out when 
she heard a female voice say, "Who says adults can't have fun?" 

It was almost as if the woman in the room was able to read Jo-Ann's mind, 
and curious, the blonde-haired nymphet moved closer to the bedroom, her feet 
noiseless on the thick carpeting. The bedroom door was open, and sure 
enough, there was the man, at the moment wearing a t-shirt and slacks, 
sitting on a chair in the right corner of the bedroom, and across the room 
from him, on the other side of the huge king-sized bed, stood a redheaded 
woman. Jo-Ann had seen the redheaded woman before. She was Susan King, the 
daughter of Fred King, the restaurateur who lived across the street. Susan 
still looked like a little girl herself, though she was already in college, 
and Jo-Ann had always looked at the redhead with awe, wondering if she would 
ever grow up to be as lovely as the older woman. Susan was a well-developed 
woman, her white blouse poking way out in front of her, attesting to her 
well-developed breasts. The shorts she was wearing hugged her rounded hips 
tightly, and from the way the man was looking at Susan it was obvious he was 
aware of nothing else. 

Jo-Ann had no idea there was any kind of friendship between Susan and the 
man. She had never seen the two of them together before, though it was 
obvious Susan wasn't the kind of girl who lacked for male companionship. 
Still, Jo-Ann had always thought of the man as living alone, save for the 
dog, living a quite life, having nothing to do with women, especially since 
he wasn't married. 

Jo-Ann knew she was intruding, looking in on something that wasn't her 
business, but she remained rooted to the spot outside the doorway, only one 
eye peering in. After all, Susan had said something about adults having fun, 
and Jo-Ann wanted to discover just what kind of fun adults had. 

"You really shouldn't be here," the man was saying, perspiring somewhat as 
he stared at Susan, who was sipping a drink. 

"Now come on, Hank," the redhead smiled, swirling her drink in her glass. 
"You know damn well you like me and you've wanted to get into my pants for 
the longest time." 

Now why would Hank, the man, want to get into Susan's pants? 

Jo-Ann was unable to understand what was in a woman's pants that might 
fascinate any man. Silently she stood there, watching, determined to learn 
just how a man and a woman had fun together. 

Hank stood, and the drink he was holding spilled on him. 

"Shame, shame," Susan teased, and she turned around and went to the folding 
doors of his closet. Opening them, she took out a thick robe and tossed it 
to him, saying, "Here, put this on." 

Hank caught the robe, pulled off his t-shirt, put the robe one, then turned 
his back and slipped out of his shorts. He dropped everything on the back of 
the chair in which he had previously been sitting, then picked up his drink 
from the walnut-stained armoire and sat again. 

Jo-Ann noticed the blouse Susan was wearing was cut very low, even for a 
summer blouse, exposing the white tops of her breasts. She wondered why the 
lovely redhead, with hair fluffed out wing-like on either side, was trying 
to be obvious. Still, it was better to remain silent and watch. There was 
more to be learned from allowing the couple to proceed without knowing she 
was there. 

Susan wrinkled her upturned nose and took off her rimless glasses, making 
her look even younger as she giggled. It was plain Hank had an erection 
under the robe. It was making the lower part of the robe stand up like a 
tent. 

Jo-Ann hadn't missed it, either. But Jo-Ann was an extremely innocent girl, 
never having been told the facts of life by her parents, and as a result, 
she had no idea why the bulge was there, between the man's thighs. 

"Your glass is empty," Susan told him, walking over to him, momentarily 
blocking Jo-Ann's view of the man. She sat on the corner of the bed, curling 
her feet kittenishly under her, handing the remnants of her own drink to 
Hank. Then she took the glass back and sipped from it, looking at him with 
her wide blue eyes staring over the rim. 

'Christ! She's just a college kid!' Hank thought. 'Maybe she has hot pants, 
but I'm almost old enough to be her father. I must be seven different kinds 
of a shmuck to let her come here so early in the morning. I must be a really 
big jerk to fall for the crap about her being locked out of her house 
because her parents had gone off to run the restaurant.' 

He was still unsure of how she had conned him into making them scotch and 
soda, and then teasing him into showing her his bachelor bedroom. 

"You look tired," Susan was saying. 

"That's because I slept poorly last night," he told her. 

"You need a rest. What do you do for a living" Susan wanted to know. 

"I'm an outside salesman for an aluminum company," he replied. "At the 
moment I have a month off and I'm trying to just relax around the house." 

"How can any man relax without a woman?" Susan asked, standing again. 

"If I weren't so tired, you'd be sorry you were teasing me," Hank told her 
as she somehow maneuvered herself between the back of the chair and the desk 
in the corner. Her soft, slender fingers began massaging the back of the 
man's neck, smoothly working with a practiced expertise, enticing him. Her 
talented hands seemed to be saying it all. Words were unnecessary. The 
redhead wanted him! Susan already felt the taut masculine urgency tightening 
the cords of muscle in the man's neck. She understood how hard he was 
struggling to keep himself under control, but she was equally aware it was a 
losing battle. Though the man was a bachelor it was well-known he enjoyed 
female companionship, and Susan had decided a long, long time ago that she 
wanted to find out just what kind of lover Hank Justin was. She usually 
worked as a nurse at the local hospital, which was why she was so good with 
massages, but she only worked four evenings a week, from eleven at night 
until seven in the morning, and she had not worked the previous night. So 
she was refreshed and all set to go. Often, while at the hospital, she 
allowed herself to be coerced into bed with certain patients who were 
willing to pay for the privilege. But this was one man she wanted to enjoy 
solely for himself. His reputation with women was well-known in the 
neighborhood, especially since he made a point of avoiding the wives of 
other men. 

The touch of his solid, muscular, leathery flesh beneath her fingers made 
Susan tingle and she was excited beyond belief. She ached for the man to 
leap to his feet and tear off her blouse and shorts and rape her then and 
there, on his bed. His strong, powerful, bull-like body loomed in her mind 
like the shadow of an approaching tiger. She knew it was dangerous to 
continue teasing the man. Whether he was a lover or simply a neighbor, he 
was no one with whom to fool around. Well Susan sure as hell wasn't fooling 
around right now. 

Hank was clearly aware of the tingling messages telegraphed by her nimble 
fingers. She worked them around his broad neck, then slowly, gradually began 
sliding them, little by little, an inch at a time, in wider and wider 
circular sweeps to his shoulders, down to his collarbones, and then to the 
almost hairless front of his chest. Her nimble hands moved back and forth, 
rubbing his masculine nipples, then sliding to his back, pulling his robe 
down his shoulders on the way. She wrapped her bare arms around his naked 
chest and pressed her soft lips into the side of his throat, making the man 
shudder. 

Hank was unable to keep himself under control any longer. He had restrained 
himself all this time, enduring her loving caresses in the hope of being 
able to maintain self-control, certain if he showed no response, the 
college-going nurse would stop her ministrations. But now he knew there was 
no way he was going to be able to restrain himself. Hell! This woman was 
deliberately all but throwing herself at him, and there was no question but 
that she was an extremely tantalizing and delightful woman. 

Hank didn't like fooling around with neighbors. It was a bad policy to play 
around with women belonging the man next door or across the street. Still, 
Susan wasn't anyone's wife, and even if she was a neighbor's daughter she 
was certainly old enough to know what he was doing, and old enough so that 
the neighbor didn't have the right to take a poke at him. 

Little by little his self-control slipped away as he rationalized that the 
girl had, after all, gone out of her way to seek him, and to deny her his 
body would be a cruel thing. Certainly he wouldn't hurt the lovely redhead, 
and he knew damn well he was capable of satisfying her. 

He turned a little in his chair, reached around and grabbed Susan by her 
waist, and with an effortless twist born of much practice, tugged her into 
his arms in such a way that she sat on his lap. Her arm automatically 
reached out and wrapped itself around his neck. 

"Have you any idea just what the hell it is you're doing?" the older man 
asked in a hoarse, choked voice. 

Susan didn't waste any time with words. She covered his firm masculine mouth 
with her soft feminine lips, running the tip of her slender pink tongue 
between his teeth, darting it in and out with flash of speed, flicking it 
back and forth again and again until it found his own tongue responding. 

The lovely redhead began moaning, making Jo-Ann wonder if the man was 
hurting her. But the young, innocent blonde realized the red-haired woman 
was clutching the man too tightly to be feeling pain. Whatever was taking 
place was happening because Susan wanted it to happen. It was obvious the 
two of them were enjoying one another immensely, and Jo-Ann felt the first 
prickling sensations of desire teasing her. For the first time she realized 
there were indeed things grownups were able to do that were fun. What was 
more, there was no reason why she ought not to be able to do them as well. 
Heck! She had feelings, even though she was first aware of them now. Even 
so, she was certain they would sprout and enlarge, and seeing this new kind 
of fun the adults were enjoying, she decided there was no reason on earth 
why she ought not to enjoy it as well. Still, it would be wise of her to 
watch what was happening and learn more before deciding what she, herself 
should ultimately do, and with whom. 

Susan's moans continued getting louder, sounding almost like the muffled 
yowls of an alley cat. Her body writhed against that of the older man as she 
sat up, and then her hand was reaching into the folds of his robe, her 
fingers eagerly running up and down over the man's anxious body. She stroked 
and teased him with patience, eager to feel his response, anxious to find 
out if he liked her touch. 

Hank ran his strong hands over the smooth roundness of her short-covered 
hips, reaching around her, seeking, finally finding the zipper in the fly 
front, pulling it down. Susan wasn't a tall girl, not by any means. She was 
small, delicately framed, slender, with burning eyes and a taunting mouth, 
and she had a voice that sounded like that of a little girl. She wriggled as 
Hank's hands slid her shorts down, revealing she had no panties on 
underneath. His fingers gripped the silken white mounds of her buttocks, 
tightly grasping and squeezing the delectable asscheeks, his nostrils 
flooded with the overpowering delectability of her natural feminine perfume. 

His hands slid under her blouse and he realized, without surprise, that she 
had no brassiere on, either. Her breasts were firm, yet soft, and when he 
tugged his hand away, he felt her nipple digging against his chest as if 
demanding more attention. He undid the blouse then slipped it from her 
slender ivory shoulders expertly, revealing her shapely torso as if she were 
a ,sculptor's model. Her tantalizing lips and taunting tongue moved ever so 
lightly across his face and neck, making him feel as if burning cinders were 
touching him all over. His mouth found each of her ears in turn, his tongue 
delving into and examining the sensitive openings with an erotic expertise 
few men possessed. The two of them began to pet as their faces nuzzled one 
another, rubbing very lightly as tongues continued licking - moving with an 
increasing tempo. Everything was softly punctuated by Susan's insistently 
demanding cries of pleasure. 

He suddenly stood from the chair and in a single motion lifted her with him, 
holding her deftly in the cradle of his strong arms. He carried her tender, 
pliant body over to the huge bed, which had not yet been made, and he placed 
her on the rumpled sheets. All the while Susan continued moaning eagerly, 
her blouse now on the floor along with her shorts. 

Jo-Ann stared, wondering just why seeing this was affecting her so strongly. 
She had seen her own body naked often enough, and she'd felt nothing when 
looking at it in the mirror. Why should looking at another woman's naked 
body have this effect on her. In school, in gym, she had seen other girls 
naked, and it hadn't affected her. Why should this bother her? 

Hank was sitting on the edge of the bed and he pulled Susan into his lap. 
She lay across him, her own breath now coming in very quick, feverish gasps 
as she continued kissing him, letting her flicking tongue attack him again 
and again. Her wing-shaped red hair blocked Jo-Ann from seeing her facial 
expressions as Hank continued kissing her. 

His hand reached down and touched the red-gold triangle between Susan's 
slender white thighs. Jo-Ann silently gasped, not knowing why the sight of a 
man touching a woman in that secret spot should affect her so. She was 
astonished a moment later when Susan's hand tugged aside the robe Hank was, 
wearing, revealing the gigantic spear of masculine meat standing up with the 
mottled purple head. Jo-Ann had never seen anything like it and she wondered 
just why men had something like that between their thighs while women 
didn't. Golly! She sure had a lot to learn about the differences between men 
and women. 

Susan was anxious to feel Hank's hard, masculine arms encircle her, just as 
she ached to feel his ramrod of hard muscle thrusting its way between her 
thighs. She was anxious to feel the heatedly pulsating jets of sperm 
squirting into the tender tunnel that was her feminine center. 

She cupped his throbbing organ in her hand, letting her tantalizing fingers 
run up and down the smooth expanse of huge cock, admiring its magnificent 
spearhead of rubbery skin - skin that was totally different from other skin 
on either his or her body. 

Jo-Ann was awed by the sight of the redhead deftly fondling the long, thick 
masculine appendage. The wide-eyed blonde realized the lovely red head was 
very familiar with such an organ and obviously enjoyed her familiarity, and 
so she was determined that she ought to be familiar with it, as well. 

Susan, as always, was entranced by a hard, masculine cock. In this case it 
was a long, very long, very thick length of javelin, one capable of giving 
tremendous pleasure. He had no foreskin as did some of the other cocks with 
which she had played, and the huge, delta-shaped head reared itself proud 
and free at the striking edge of the hot, meaty shaft. She liked that - so 
clean and so definitely ready. Too, without a foreskin it meant he had less 
sensitivity, and as a result he would take longer in coming. That meant she 
had a good chance in achieving satisfaction, herself. Though she was pretty 
good when it come to climaxes, there were occasions when the men came too 
quickly. Her hand continued stroking and caressing the swollen organ as if 
she were caressing her first fur coat. 

Hank's hands were continually busy, as well. They continued exploring the 
tenderly soft flesh of her inner thighs, running over the slender line where 
her soft cuntlips came together, finally pushing them gently apart until his 
forefinger slid between the moist, smooth walls of her womanly passage, 
seeking the hard, round, pink pearl that was her clitoris. 

"Uuuuuu uuuuhh hhh! Hank! aahhh hhhhh! Oh, you have no idea how good that 
feels," Susan gasped. 

Now Jo-Ann was more curious than ever. How good did it feel? 

Susan spread her slender alabaster thighs and allowed the man's expert 
fingers to explore the potential of this sensitive center of her entire 
being. His thumb and forefinger compressed very tightly around the coral 
pearl, holding it firmly, yet gently, and he slowly manipulated and massaged 
and rubbed it with the sweetly maddening pleasure he was capable of 
generating. 

His touching went on and on, and the lovely redhead began leaking more and 
more fluid, eager for the expert plunge of his penis. Jo-Ann stared, 
wondering if the woman was urinating, so much fluid was coming from her 
vagina. No, no, it wasn't that. The fluid was clear, almost frothy, and it 
was sticky. Jo-Ann had no idea there was any other kind of fluid inside her. 

Susan gasped as Hank surprised her by arching his own body upward, drawing 
in his legs and crossing them over each other so that his heels rested 
firmly on his thighs and he was in the lotus position. Susan stared at the 
odd posture he had assumed and wondered how he was able to do it without 
breaking any bones. It was obvious the muscular man's body was very limber 
and seemed capable of much more than she had initially believed. He looked 
totally relaxed, ready and waiting for her. 

She moved to her knees while facing him. The tan-fleshed man smiled widely 
and slowly began drawing her closer, holding her by her slender waist. She 
followed anxiously, more than a little curious, thinking of him as some kind 
of sitting Brahmin, cross-legged as he was with his long rod standing from 
his lotus center like the solid limb of a tree. 

He lifted her up and tugged her lovely body firmly against his own, burying 
his face between her pink tipped, alabaster breasts. At the same time Susan 
wrapped her legs tightly around his back under his arms. He lowered her very 
gently, slowly, inch by inch, perching her tender-lipped vagina on the head 
of his throbbing organ, then slowly eased her down until her moistly humid 
container totally covered the erect stanchion that was his throbbing cock. 

Jo-Ann was startled to see the immense length and breadth fit itself so 
easily and comfortably into the narrow opening between the red-haired 
woman's thighs. Golly! So this was what adults did for fun! It sure looked 
enjoyable from the mask of ecstasy written across Susan's face. The latter 
had turned her head a little, giving Jo-Ann a view of her countenance, 
making the naive blonde aware of her shuddering feelings. 

Susan's lips had curled back in a snarl of lust, the fingernails of her two 
hands digging into the firm flesh on the man's strong shoulders as the head 
of his hard length slid deeper and deeper into the tender cupola of her 
feminine sanctuary. He penetrated deeper and deeper into her, the sweet, 
wetted down length of solid meat driving upward, probing that much further 
into her, making her tighten the lock of her thighs around his body. She 
squeezed with the strength of a woman gone insane. 

"Like it?" Hank asked. 

"It's uhhhhh different," Susan gasped. "Oh, wow!" 

"That's what makes it that much more enjoyable. Always do things different," 

She was trapped, locked into a pillar of pleasure, held in an unbreakable, 
delightful copulative union. The man's hard, thick penis dug into her like 
an upside-down root, impaling her to the deepest part of her anxious cunt. 

One thing Susan truly enjoyed was the face-to-face intimacy the two of them 
were able to share because of the position. This also left their hands free 
to explore one another's body to their personal satisfaction. The lotus seat 
he had formed for her held her comfortably and she felt very secure as his 
hands ran delightedly over the fullness of her swollen, upright breasts, 
teasing her flat belly. All the while she continued rubbing his back and 
sides with her thighs. His hard hands continued waging a subtle campaign 
over her shuddering body, probing the skin with his nails, touching each of 
her ribs as well of her spine, cupping her pendant breasts, so plentiful in 
his hands, gently and continually tweaking her rosebud nipples making them 
bloom and flower with ever-greater passion. She shuddered because of his 
fingerings. 

Then his hands moved behind her, traveling to ultra-sensitive spots just 
below her quivering shoulder blades. He pressed in lightly with the tips of 
his fingers, sending signals of delighted pleasure racing madly through her 
trembling nervous system. Then his hands rose to her neck, stroking her 
pulsing jugular until her lovely head fell back, her eyes unseeing as they 
rolled up in her head because her body was so totally invaded with lust. 

Hank kissed the pulsing arteries in her throat, nibbling at the soft flesh 
at the same time, using his tongue as well as his teeth so she was expertly 
bitten and kissed, and yet there was not a mark on her. He looked like a 
predator pantomiming a carnal feast, and Jo-Ann stared, more wide-eyed than 
ever, perspiration breaking out all over her as she wondered just how it 
felt. It was obvious the red-haired woman was enjoying it all, struggling 
from side to side, aching to move up and down. 

Yes, Susan felt her body screaming to move, sizzling in its need to start 
churning, desiring the frenzied grinding of her vagina against the throbbing 
staff of his cock that would trigger the long-delayed orgasm. 

"Please, Hank," she gasped. "Oh, please, please, please, you know what I 
want. You know it! I need it desperately! Give it to me, now!" 

"No," the man insisted. "Don't move just yet. I want you to think about what 
it is you're doing." he insisted. "I want you to close your eyes tightly and 
see into the center of yourself - into you hot little cunt. I want you to 
see and feel the full length and breadth of my hard cock pressing into you, 
and I want you to see your vaginal walls squeezing themselves around my 
cock. See that, and nothing else!" 

Jo-Ann had no idea what the man was talking about. The words he was using 
weren't unfamiliar to her. When one went to her school one learned them, but 
mostly as curse words. She had not idea what he was suggesting to the 
redheaded woman, yet it was obvious Susan knew what it was he was talking 
about. She was concentrating, closing her eyes, visualizing how the great 
solidity of the tumescent organ probed her feminine depths to the utmost. 
She waited, spiked there, completely unmoving for the moment, her cuntwalls 
opening and closing, promising delights to him in exchange for the pleasures 
he was offering her. She felt the throb of his cock as if demanding she 
exert every effort to discipline herself and be worthy of the thrill he was 
offering her. 

Little by little Susan's willpower began gaining control and her vaginal 
walls didn't merely open and close around the probing length of penis. 
Rather they squeezed tightly, sucking it, caressing it, loving it with all 
the conscious attentions she had given it when she had used her hands. She 
was no longer a woman with a vaginal center, but rather she had become the 
vaginal center, a deep, hot, tight cunt that dripped great quantities of oil 
lubrication. 

She found the spasms slowly but surely becoming more and more automatic as 
her body continued squirming against the root of his penile length, her 
vaginal lips sucking with a life of their own, pressing, rubbing, coaxing, 
trying to urge the white sperm to come forth into her, her inner walls now 
working like the hands of a milkmaid on a cow's udder. 

The pressure became too much for her and Susan began squirming, writhing up 
and down on the throbbing organ. Hank's hands reached out and pressed on, 
her shoulders as he said, "Don't! Let your sweet cunt do it all, honey. In 
the end, you'll find the sensations that much greater for your efforts." 

She found herself ecstatically and exquisitely tortured beyond endurance by 
the discipline he was demanding of her. Nevertheless she was also aware of 
the climax slowly but surely starting to build in the. center of her 
shuddering body. She was on an ascending scale of anxiously frenzied, 
undulating tissues as they continued flexing against the mighty pole of his 
penis. 

"Hhhhhhaaaauuuuuunnnnnggggghhhh! Please! Please! Hank! I have to have it! 
I'm dying for it! I want it! Don't make me wait any longer! Give it to me!" 

"You do have it, honey!" he insisted. "You have it all. Don't force it, 
though. Be patient. Don't think about it. Let it simply happen, honey." 

His calm, reassuring, almost detached voice eased. the urgency mounting 
inside her, chastising her for her childish demand for immediate 
gratification. Yes, she was greedy, all right. But then, what woman wouldn't 
be with something this good inside her? 

She relaxed, resting on the length of the throbbing penis, feeling it probe 
that much more deeply into her than before. The great length of the 
quivering phallus was like a musical instrument begging to be played. It was 
a stiff, hard, unyielding foil to her insatiable demand. The two sat locked 
in the marvelous embrace. of complete physical love, and to an observer they 
might have seem cold and unmoving, except that the one observer there had 
seen the passion building earlier and knew better. She saw the grimaces of 
unfulfilled pleasure on both their faces, causing them to tighten in a mask 
of lust. 

Hank was well aware of the frenzied pulsating of her vagina around the 
probing length of his shuddering penis. Long hours of practice with 
countless women kept his own ejaculatory reflex under complete control, and 
he smiled to himself, knowing the torturous agony and quivering pleasure the 
redheaded woman was experiencing. He was well aware she had never done 
anything like this before, though by now he was certain she was quite 
practiced in all other aspects of sex. Had she been a novice he would never 
have experimented with her this way. Only the fact that she was so used to 
plain-old-fashioned fucking had made him decide on this course of action. 
What he was doing prolonged penetration, but it also prolonged ejaculation, 
and total pleasure for both of them. 

By now, Susan knew her orgasm was fast approaching. It was just the littlest 
bit away. She ached for the man to give the smallest thrust which, she was 
certain, would trigger that climax, and gasped, "Fu-u-u-u-u-ccccck 
meeeeeeeeee!" in a plaintively eager, frustrated tone of voice. 

"Shortly now, Susan, very shortly," he whispered to her, and yet he remained 
as stolid and unmoving as a rock. 

Susan was quickly becoming angry to the point of total fury because of the 
anguished suspense she was undergoing. Did this man hate her? She had come 
to give him pleasure, and he was rewarding her with agony. Did he think she 
was some kind of infant? Heck! She needed a good fucking ... now! 

Abruptly she realized the agitated squirming of her silken center had 
suddenly settled into a slower, steadier, more rhythmic contraction, timed, 
it seemed to the beating of her heart. She felt the sudden brush of a slight 
orgasm, only a hint at first, and then another, and another. The beat 
continued on inside her, her muscles constantly contracting around the 
upthrust penile probe throbbing with a steady, hard, pulsating thrill. 

"GGGGHHH HAAAAA NNNNGG GGHHHH... UUU UUNNNN HHH ... HHH HHAAAA UUUUUN NNNGGG 
HHHH ... WWW WAAAAUUU UUNNNN GGGGGH HHH ... GGG GGGHH AAAAAR RRRGGG GGGHHH 
HH!" 

She fell forward, collapsing like an emptied balloon, hysterically clinging 
to the neck of the man in whose lap she sat, feeling much like a piece of 
driftwood being carried out on a tide - a tide which seized her in its grip 
with a mountainous rush of orgasmic delight. The climax squeezed her body to 
its limits, rocketing her past every plateau of thrilling sexual pleasure 
she had every previously known or experienced, and still there seemed no end 
to how far she was traveling. 

"COMMMM MMIIII IINNNN NNGGGG GG ... HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHH ... CAN'T 
STOPPPP ... OOOOH HHHHHW WWWAAA AAAUUU UUUGGG GGHHHH ... COM MMMMM III-NNN 
NNNGGG GG ... MORRRRE MORRRRRRE ... GGG GGHHHH HHUUUU UUUNNNN GGGGGG HHH ... 
HHHAAA AANNNHHHH!" 

She writhed and squirmed and moved wildly about, a squealing, shrieking, 
frenzied woman in the depths of total delight, writhing and twisting on what 
seemed to be a still quiescent length of solid hose, forcing out every last 
little ounce of delighted pleasure her body was able to wring from within, 
her legs wildly pumping against the sides of his body. Her spine rippled up 
and down as her buttocks now pounded wildly on the full length of his 
upthrust cock. 

Susan felt ready to pass out, totally lost in a sea of thrilling orgasmic 
waves which buffeted her until her muscles began quivering with uncontrolled 
exhaustion. The roaring tide of thrilling pleasure which had all but swept 
away her consciousness now slowly subsided by degrees until her vision 
cleared and she stared into the wide-open eyes of the man who had fucked her 
without literally moving a muscle. 

"How was it?" she asked. "Was it as good for you as it was for me? Tell me! 
I have to know! For me it was terrific! Was it just as good for you?" 

Jo-Ann stared, unable to believe what she had witnessed. The redheaded woman 
had gone out of her mind with ecstasy, and suddenly the petite little blonde 
girl knew this was a feeling she had to experience. What was more, she knew 
any other man might louse it all up. Though she knew absolutely nothing 
about sex per se, she did know the man in the bedroom was an expert at it. 
There were probably many other men equally expert, but she was certain there 
were no boys this good. As a result, she knew it would have to be with a 
man. This was the only man she knew, and so she was determined Hank Justin 
would be the man. 

Jo-Ann was about to leave when she heard Hank say to Susan, "We've only just 
begun, honey." 

"Are you saying you haven't come yet?" Susan asked, her eyes wide with 
disbelief. 

"That's what I'm saying," he nodded. 

That was when Susan was suddenly aware the rippling, pulsating sensations 
charging through the center of her body had not yet died away. Her vaginal 
walls had once more returned to their previous rhythmic, steady pounding 
which had heralded the start of her initial orgasm. Her cunt now continued 
throbbing around the impaling shaft of the man's upthrust prick, squeezing 
with the steady pressure of a ticking watch, then slowly beginning to build 
all over again. 

"This time allow your mind to go completely blank," Hank told Susan. "I 
don't want you to think of a single thing. Don't ask for anything, don't 
make any demands, don't instruct your body as to your needs. Just allow your 
body to have its own way." 

At first Susan didn't know how to make her mind go blank. She permitted her 
brain to wander through clouds of abstract thought, as if she had fallen 
into some kind of trance. Her body began wildly undulating, moving slowly to 
the pulsating pace set by her throbbing vagina, and the squeezing muscles 
rippled beneath the thin sheathing of her female wall of inner fat, fat that 
caused her, as a woman, to have curves that differentiated her from men. She 
found herself beginning to live as if her vagina were now the control center 
of her entire body, and she discovered that rather than looking at the world 
from some point inside her head just beyond her eyes as she had done all her 
life, she now existed in the very depths of herself, along her spinal chord, 
feeling it control the march of rippling, writhing, undulating movements 
charging continuously through her quivering body. Her hands began to once 
again journey over Hank's body, touching, here, feeling there, but bypassing 
her brain entirely so she felt directly through her arms, hands, and 
fingertips to touch the soft textures of flesh as well as the hard contours 
of muscle. She felt as if her entire body was now a hand fondling a gigantic 
penis. 

Another hint of climactic sensation began brushing through Susan's interior. 
The shocking pleasure began spreading in a rolling wave from the central 
point of her inner vagina like rippling circles, ever-widening in a pond, 
moving to the extremes of her hands, feet and head. The wave within her 
broke, then rolled back again. Her brain seemed no longer attached to her 
body, an unused, unnecessary part of her as she found herself alive in the 
depths of the womb of total delight as this new orgasm went on and on and 
on. This time she endured it silently. 

Jo-Ann watched, amazed any human being was capable of feeling so much 
pleasure. Even more amazing was the fact that any one other human being was 
capable of offering so much pleasure. This was what grownups did for fun, 
and it sure looked like one heck of a lot more fun than anything she had 
ever done with Mary or any of her other friends. She definitely had to find 
out about all this first-hand. 

Susan was certain she was dead at this point. She was certain her inner self 
had stepped out of her body shell, and now she was coldly watching herself 
and Hank, locked in the lotus embrace and sitting on a misty cloud of total 
pleasure. Yes, her body had definitely taken on a separate existence, 
feeling as if the man's throbbing penis had swelled and enlarged inside her 
until it had pushed her insides out of her. The hard cock had become a 
living thing unto itself at this moment, rippling its muscles with the 
sinuous gliding motion of a cobra sliding through leaves, moving up into 
Susan's belly while her orgasm paced each wonderful wave of satisfaction. 

Susan actually felt the first bead of seminal fluid as it bubbled from the 
tip of the powerful man's thick penis, splashing against the rear of her 
vagina before dripping down the back wall. Then a powerfully throbbing wave 
pushed its way up the heavy, fleshy shaft of masculine power and erupted 
from the tip of that huge, wonderful, spade-shaped head, spewing through her 
vaginal trough in a stream of constant whiteness. The cock paused for less 
than a brief moment, then began another pushing explosion, followed by yet 
another overpowering wave, and then another and another. The fornicating 
couple undulated from head to toe in constant rhythm with their orgasmic 
attainment, and Susan was suddenly aware of how each of her heartbeats, each 
constriction of muscle, had given over its will to their mutual pleasure so 
that each cell in her body felt as if it were being fucked by each cell in 
his body. They danced horizontally in a mutually undulating mazurka of 
coition and ejaculation. 

Susan felt as if it would never stop - never! She was breaking through some 
kind of ethereal barrier, like a fish breaking the surface of a pond for the 
first time, and then falling back again, as if into the eternity of constant 
orgasm. 

The lovely redhead surrendered herself to the blackness, shutting out the 
vision of her brain looking at the two of them. 

AAAAAN NNNAAA AANNNN GGGGGGH HHH ... ON FIRE ... HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG 
GGHHHH!" she gasped as the pair of them whipped their bodies into a 
maddening frenzy like two runaway dynamos - juggernauts pounding madly 
against one another with such overpowering force their parts had begun 
melting into one another. 

Just as Susan reached the borderline, that separation beyond which she would 
be catapulted into a eternal nirvana or madness, the thrilling wave inside 
her began to slowly subside and her vision cleared. Her feminine muscles 
felt weak and she sagged with exhaustion as she all but collapsed into a 
catatonic relaxation - as if every bone in her shuddering body had been 
withdrawn through her pores after having been melted down, leaving only 
flesh and tissue. Slowly she sank into the torpor of sleep. 

Jo-Ann knew it was time for her to leave. She quietly backed out and moved 
down the stairs, then down the second half-flight. Looking out the screen 
door, she saw Pretty was nowhere in sight, so she quietly opened the door, 
stepped outside, and shut it again. At that instant the dog came bounding up 
to her and stood on its hind paws throwing its forepaws against her. She let 
out an involuntary "Oh!" 

"Who's there?" Hank Justin called down from upstairs. 

"It's me, Jo-Ann," she shouted through the screen door from outside. Is it 
all right if I play with Pretty?" 

"Just keep her in the yard," Hank called down. "When you leave, make sure 
she doesn't get out as you open the gate." 

"I'll be careful," Jo-Ann promised. 

For the next half hour she played with the dog, but her mind wasn't on it, 
just as her heart wasn't in it. All she thought about was what had taken 
place upstairs, and her determination to know some of that "grownup fun" was 
becoming stronger by the minute. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The following morning, Jo-Ann, who had spent a restless night, determined 
she would try and put into practice what she had thought out in her mind. 
She was outside even earlier than usual, right after her parents had gone 
off the work. Her house was on the same block as that of Hank Justin, five 
houses south. It was garbage day, which meant Hank wouldn't let Pretty out 
in the fenced-in yard because the garbage men always left the gate open, and 
as a result the dog would take off and sometimes not be seen for hours. 

Even before she reached the corner, Jo-Ann's surmised that Hank would take 
Pretty for a walk to the lot down the block became a reality. He came out in 
white slacks and a white t-shirt, his wrist through a black leather loop 
which, in turn, was attached to a chain leash. It had to be a chain leash 
since Pretty always chewed through the material leashes. 

As Jo-Ann, wearing the same white shorts and a fresh, yellow polo shirt came 
to the corner, she met Hank. They smiled at one another, and somehow Jo-Ann 
felt no less normal, smiling at him now, than she had when she always had 
smiled at him not knowing about the kind of fun he had. 

"Did you have a good time with Pretty yesterday?" he asked. 

"We had a wonderful time," Jo-Ann lied, since her mind hadn't concentrated 
on playing with the dog, and as a result the dog had done very little 
running around. 

"Good!" Hank nodded as the two of them fell into step, heading for the lot a 
half block north of his corner house. 

They were silent for a time, and when they got to the lot they had to watch 
where they stepped as Pretty went sniffing around before finally deciding to 
"do her duty." Then they walked back to Hank's house, and he entered the 
yard, saying, "I'm sorry, but this is garbage day, so I can't turn Pretty 
loose in the yard until the garbage men have come and gone." 

"That's all right," Jo-Ann nodded. I wonder if I can come inside for a 
little while." 

"That might not be too wise," he told her. "How would it look for a grown 
man to let a young girl like yourself into the house? I mean, if anyone saw 
it, they might get some wrong ideas." 

"There's no one around to see," Jo-Ann told him, "Besides, you weren't too 
worried about what people thought when you let that redheaded lady into the 
house, yesterday. 

"Oh?" he asked. "You saw her come into my house?" 

"I know she was here," Jo-Ann told him. "Not only that, but I know what the 
two of you did." 

"Oh? Just what did we do?" he asked, a smirk on his face. 

Remembering the word she had heard Susan use the previous day, Jo-Ann smiled 
sweetly at him and said in a low voice, "You fucked!" 

"Is that a nice thing for a girl like you to say?" he asked. 

"Well, that's what you did," she insisted as he colored a little. 

"This isn't something to talk about in public," he insisted. 

"Well, then let me come in so we can talk about it in private." 

"There really isn't very much to talk about," he insisted, opening the 
screen door, holding it open so Jo-Ann was able to go inside. She had won a 
small victory. 

When Hank followed Jo-Ann into the room, he not only closed the screen door, 
but the large wooden front door, as well. He had no intention of risking 
shouts from either himself or the girl being heard by some passer-by in the 
streets. Not that he was afraid he would really shout, nor was he worried 
about the girl being afraid of him since, pretty as she was, he had no 
intention of frightening her or laying his hands on her. 

"Why can't we talk about it in public?" Jo-Ann asked, following him up the 
half flight of steps to the kitchen. "I mean, is it such a terrible thing?" 

"It isn't a terrible thing at all," he told her, going to the refrigerator 
and taking out a bottle of soda. He poured some into two glasses and handed 
her one of them. 

"For her, scotch and soda, and for me, Coca Cola, huh!" Jo-Ann remarked. "Do 
you think that's fair?" 

"Among other things, I don't want anyone charging me with corrupting a minor 
by teaching her to drink liquor," he said, outwardly smiling, inwardly 
cursing. 

"Okay, so tell me why I shouldn't talk about fucking in public." 

"We live in a society that frowns on that unless it takes place between a 
husband and wife," Hank explained. "Even then, it's something done, but not 
talked about." 

"Well, gee, that woman wasn't your wife." 

"No, she wasn't, nor will she be," Hank nodded. "You see, even though 
society outwardly frowns on it, everyone quietly does it, even when not 
married." 

"I don't," Jo-Ann insisted. "At least, not yet." 

"That's because you're still young," he smiled. "Don't worry. When you get 
old enough, you'll do it, too." 

"How old is 'old enough'?" Jo-Ann wanted to know. 

"I suppose most girls indulge somewhere in their late teens." 

"I bet a lot of girls my age do it." 

"If they do, they're foolish," Hank insisted. "They don't use any kind of 
protection, and in case no one's told you, that's the way babies are made." 

"Wow!" Jo-Ann gasped. "You mean that woman you had here is going to have a 
baby?" 

"No," Hank replied. "She takes certain precautions to prevent it from 
happening. She takes what is called a birth control pill." 

"What's to stop girls from my age from taking the same pill?" Jo-Ann wanted 
to know. 

"Nothing, except how are girls your age going to get such pills? First, you 
need money to buy them. Second, do you think any reputable druggist would 
give you birth control pills?" 

"If I really wanted them I suppose you might get them for me," Jo-Ann 
insisted. 

"Me?" Hank asked, surprised as he finished his soda and put his glass down. 

"Sure you. The druggist would give them to you." 

"But why should I get such pills for you?" Hank asked. 

"Because I want you to fuck me," Jo-Ann told him, and Hank just stood there, 
thunderstruck. 

"Now wait a minute, young lady," he told her. 

"No," she said, raising a hand. 

She finished her own soda, then put the glass on the oval kitchen table, and 
said, "I've thought about this all night, and I've come to this conclusion. 
You and the woman had one heck of a good time, yesterday. Now I'm going to 
be home the rest of the summer, all alone, and I need to have some fun. I 
don't want to do anything with some dumb boy who doesn't really know what 
he's doing. But you know what you're doing. So I want you to fuck me." 

"This is not something we just agree on casually," Hank told her, a drop of 
perspiration running down his nose. 

"Sure it is," Jo-Ann nodded, "unless you think I'm too ugly." 

"You're a long way from ugly. It's just that I'm used to girls a lot closer 
to my own age. I'm thirty-seven." 

"Just how much closer was that redhead you had here, yesterday?" Jo-Ann 
asked. "She wasn't that much older than I am. Look at it this way. If you 
don't do it, I'm going to find some other man to do it. The other man might 
botch things up and then I'll become pregnant. Then it will all have been 
your fault." 

"No," Hank said, shaking his head. "It will have been your fault. The 
redhead knows how to protect herself. You don't." 

"So you teach me. Explain to me how to use this pill." 

Hank shrugged and for the next five minutes explained how the birth control 
pill had to be taken. It was simple enough for Jo-Ann to understand since 
she knew all about menstrual periods. Her own was due in three days, if it 
followed its regular pattern. 

After he had finished explaining everything to Jo-Ann, Hank smiled and said, 
"See, I don't dare do anything, right now. You can't take the pill just 
yet." 

"Oh, come on," Jo-Ann insisted. "Are you telling me there's nothing you can 
do? I'll bet a man like you, who seems to know so much about this kind of 
fun, can figure out a way to make us both happy. How about it, Hank?" 

"You're getting pretty chummy, calling me by my first name." 

"Well, considering how friendly I expect us to be, what should I call you." 

"Jo-Ann, I feel this just isn't right." 

"It is right," the pretty nymphet insisted, stamping her foot. "Look, I'll 
be honest with you. The whole idea of it happening to me scares me more than 
a little, but to be honest with you I'd rather do it with you than anyone 
else. So even though I'm scared, and even if I try to back out of it, I wish 
you'd just come ahead and do something to reassure me that it's all right." 

He shook his head and said, "I'm just not that kind of man." 

"Come on, Hank. Be a sport. If you don't, I'm going to have one heck of a 
boring summer. I promise you I'll never tell anyone else about it - never, 
honest. It'll be just our secret. Please, Hank, Please!" 

He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and he decided it might be a good 
idea to throw a scare into her. He didn't really have to do anything to her. 
But when she was scared enough, he would stop and she would go home, and she 
would threaten to tell on him. Even though she hadn't actually made such a 
threat, Hank felt it was implied. 

"Come upstairs," he said, and he let her precede him up to the bedroom where 
he had fucked Susan the previous day. 

When Jo-Ann entered the bedroom she was pleased to see he had changed his 
bed sheets. 

"Now," he told her. "I want you to go into the bathroom, get undressed, and 
I want you to take a shower. I want you to take special care in the shower, 
washing your pussy." 

"My pussy?" 

"Your vagina, that lovely little slot between your thighs, you know, that 
pink slash just below the hair on your pelvis." 

"I don't have too much hair down there," Jo-Ann blushed. 

"All the better," he assured her. "Now go. When you finish showering, get 
dressed again and come out here." 

With her heart thudding, almost rising into her mouth, Jo-Ann wept to the 
bathroom, shut the door, and turned on the shower. Then she hastily 
undressed, made sure the temperature was right, and stepped under the shower 
closing the glass door behind her. She took twenty minutes in the shower, 
and she soaped her vagina five times, always careful to rinse it, afterward. 
Fortunately the soap in the shower was the kind that didn't irritate her 
mucous membranes and she felt no discomfort or irritation. 

When she stepped out of the shower, she looked at her slender naked body in 
the full length mirror on the door. She felt as if she were looking at 
someone else, and for the first time, her reflection aroused her. Her 
breasts were just budding, but then her mother had once said all the women 
in the family where late bloomers. Her nipples had already started 
enlarging, and they were a very soft pink, though the areolae around them 
weren't too large just yet. She had a very slim waist, and though her hips 
were slightly rounded they would never be as curved as Susan's. Susan also 
had a lush red bush on her mons veneris, while she, Jo-Ann had little wisps 
of yellow fuzz. 

After drying off, she dressed again and returned to the bedroom where Hank 
was waiting. She was almost terrified now, because she knew something new 
was going to happen to her. It had looked so easy, so simple when it was 
happening to the redheaded woman. But now that it was going to happen to 
her, she was scared. 

"I'm afraid," she gasped as Hank motioned for her to sit in the chair by the 
desk. 

But Hank knew if he let her get away now, she would probably get up her 
courage another day and come back. He had to discourage her now, once and 
for all. 

"Just relax," he told her, and he slid behind her, as Susan had moved behind 
him the previous day. He began massaging Jo-Ann's slender, tensed shoulders, 
and his thumbs worked on just the right areas, making the slender blonde 
pubescent girl relax. 

What Hank didn't realize was, he was beginning to become entranced by this 
slender little innocent girl. Young as she was, she was starting to sexually 
affect him as his hands kept massaging. 

"Like another Coke?" he asked, pressing sensuously on her back, smiling to 
himself. 

He had purposely made her dress again before leaving the bathroom, knowing 
it would be more difficult for her to follow though with her original desire 
if he had to undress her all over again. Had she walked in with only a towel 
on, she would have already mentally accepted her desire to continue what she 
had originally come to him to do. 

"Uhhhh ... no thanks," she gasped, still uneasy, yet inwardly determined to 
carry this through now that she had started. 

"Lean back and relax," he told her. "You're all tense and nervous. This is 
no way to start off a relationship." 

"A relationship?" the frightened young blonde asked. 

"Of course," he said, smiling down at her, still perspiring as he realized 
how absolutely delicious this young nymphet looked. He had never looked at 
her in a sexual way before, thinking of her as being too young. Now, for the 
first time, he realized she had grown up, physically, quite a bit more than 
he had realized. "When two people become embroiled in what you want us to 
do, it's very personal, and it becomes a relationship - of sorts. Come, 
let's sit on the end of the bed and you can relax more easily." 

She stiffened when he made her stand and walked her over to the bed. He sat 
at the foot of the bed and had her sit beside him, his hands still working 
on her shoulder blades. He massaged them expertly, his voice almost hypnotic 
as he continued speaking to her, lulling her into the sense of security she 
had initially imagined she would feel. The strong masculine scent of him 
filled her nostrils, arousing her all the more. 

She allowed herself to lie back against the older man, her eyes closed as 
Hank continued massaging her. She was trying to blank out the fears she had 
first started to feel when re-entering the room after having taken the long 
shower. Jo-Ann was aware of the uncertain ties that had cropped up in her 
mind, yet she was determined not to let them get in the way. Having 
witnessed the pleasure this man had given Susan King the day before, she 
wanted to be sure some of that pleasure would now come to her. 

Hank Justin continued to reassure the pony tailed young blonde, soothing her 
with gentle tones, sounding more like a kindly uncle than a prospective 
lover. With becoming fully aware of it, his desire for her was mounting to 
the point where he was no longer interested in frightening her away as much 
as he was interested in making her want him. He had never enjoyed a girl 
quite this youthful, this wholesome, and subconsciously he realized what a 
treat she would be. But he had to be careful. With the morality that still 
prevailed, other people around might distort anything he did with Jo-Ann and 
create a feeling of guilt in her, afterward, thereby ruining her future sex 
life. He had to make things good for her to the point where she would not 
only understand the continued necessity of absolute secrecy, but would be 
able to eventually drift into a satisfactory relationship with other men and 
never feel guilty about having enjoyed him. 

Yes, even though he had started out doing this to teach her a lesson and 
make her back off, now he wanted to see this through and enjoy her, bringing 
her along his way and teaching her to know the total, ultimate pleasures one 
was able to receive from such an association. The lovely little blonde was a 
delectable treat, a living, breathing young goddess whose desires would be 
as strong as her youthful beauty. 

He continued deftly massaging her slender neck and young shoulders for quite 
some time, making no overt move. He waited until he had established a 
definite trust with her, feeling the knots of tension loosen in her as Susan 
had expertly loosened them in him the previous day. Very casually he began 
slowly working his left hand lower, first in back, touching her shoulder 
blade, then in front, moving downward until it touched the small swell of 
her growing young breast. He felt her breath quicken as he fingered her 
nipple through her dress, but she didn't fight him or try pushing him away. 

Jo-Ann felt overwhelmed by what he was doing. The sensations were totally 
different from those she had imagined, and far stronger. Oh, yes, no doubt 
about it, the sensations were very strong and very delectable. She enjoyed 
it all much more than she had thought, even though she was inwardly 
apprehensive, knowing sooner or later they would get down to removing their 
clothing. She didn't know if she had the courage to handle that huge python 
of flesh between Hank's thighs the way Susan had. She rationalized that she 
would never be able to do it as well as the redheaded woman, and it 
therefore might be a good idea if she didn't even try. 

By now, she was well aware of the burgeoning bud of her young nipple as it 
swelled as never before. Her entire small breast seemed to strain under her 
t-shirt, and when he flattened his palm against it and made small, 
undulating circles, she found herself gasping for breath. 

"Ohhhhhhh ... don't ... please ... Hank ... I'm afraid ... don't do anything 
else," she pleaded, but it was a mumbled plea, mumbled half-incoherently as 
she made no physical attempt to stop him. It felt too good to make him stop, 
afraid as she was. 

"It's all right, Jo-Ann," the older man murmured, his voice a soft whisper 
in her shell-shaped ear. "I'm not doing anything wrong. After all, I'm not 
hurting you in any way. You just relax and take things easy, I'm going to 
teach you not to be afraid. Don't you worry about a thing." 

His right hand moved down and came to rest on her slender, girlish thigh. He 
was well aware she quivering under his touch, but the quiver was as much 
from expectation as it was from fear. 

Jo-Ann felt him pull out the elastic waistband on her shorts and edge his 
strong hand inside. She shuddered as his fingers slowly slid down her belly, 
rubbing against the nylon of her pink panties, then moving lower until the 
tips of his fingers touched the crotchband. She was astonished to realized 
she was wet down there, and she knew for a fact that she hadn't lost control 
of her bladder. In fact, to make sure something like that wouldn't happen, 
she had voided just before showering, Now she was certain the wetness down 
there was a totally different kind of fluid. 

"Now, Jo-Ann," the tall, handsome, tan-skinned man whispered, "this was why 
you came here in the first place. You wanted to know what it was like to 
feel really good the way adults do. Well, I'm going to teach you. I'm going 
to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life. Believe me, 
you'll love it, and when it's all over, you'll be calm and relaxed, and 
you'll understand just why it is that people do these things in spite of 
foolish laws made up by frigid people to keep them from enjoying 
themselves." 

His fingers continued moving relentlessly, slipping a little lower, finding 
the edge of the crotchband, tugging it aside, and finally coming into 
contact with the little fluff of hair on her pubic mound - straying, curling 
wisps - single strands rather than a powderpuff. Aware of his finger, Jo-Ann 
suddenly jerked herself upright as if stung by a bee, her eyes widening as 
she suddenly felt very much afraid. 

"Oh, no!" she gasped. "No, Hank, no! Don't touch me there. I'm afraid!" she 
exclaimed, trying hard to pull her lower half away from him. 

He smiled at her, his fingers clinging to the ultra-sensitive flesh between 
her moisture-soaked thighs as his left arm tightened around her shoulder, 
firmly holding her. 

"Listen, Jo-Ann, you know darn well you like the feeling I'm giving you, 
otherwise you would have stopped me long before this. What's more, you like 
the way my fingertips are stroking that hot little girlish pussy of yours. 
You do like it, so stop fighting me," he insisted, his masculine voice deep 
and husky. "Come on, let me hear you admit it. You do like what I'm doing, 
don't you? Otherwise you would have stopped me long before I slipped my 
finger inside your panties." 

"I ... uhhhh ... I mean ... I don't know. . . ." she gasped, feeling a 
mixture of apprehension and thrills, not knowing which sensation would 
predominate. 

"Come on, Jo-Ann, this is why you came here in the first place. This is what 
you wanted me to do, and you have to admit, all I've done so far is make you 
feel very good. I can tell how much you like all this by the heated wetness 
down there. All that fluid coming out of you is lubrication, stimulated by 
what I'm doing. The more you lubricate, the more you like what I'm doing." 

A pink blush began staining the beautiful blonde girl's features as she 
realized what he was saying was the truth. She definitely did like what he 
was doing to her. There was no way she would be able to lie her way out of 
it. She loved the feeling of his fingers, and what was more her body was 
letting him know as much. 

"I'm really not like that redheaded woman," Jo-Ann gasped. "Honest, I'm not 
here to make you do things. All I really wanted to do was find out just how 
much enjoyment grownups get out of life, and how they manage to do it..." 

"That makes sense," he smiled, still massaging her petal-soft cuntlips. "I 
certainly don't think poorly of Susan, and I think even more highly of you 
for being so daring and wanting to learn about life's pleasures at such a 
relatively young age. I admire the fact that you came to me instead of 
fumbling about with some inexperienced young boy." 

What he said seemed to make a lot of sense to Jo-Ann. She no longer had the 
desire to resist him. His last words merely confirmed what her inner desires 
had made her feel. She had seen how he had built thrills in Susan King the 
like of which not even Susan had known existed. Little by little she 
expected he would build the same kind of thrills in her. She felt more 
confident with him now, knowing he wouldn't rush things. If he wanted her to 
handle that long, purple-headed snake between his thighs, she would do just 
that. She would do anything he wanted, but more important, young as she was, 
she realized the necessity for keeping this a secret. As he had explained, 
others would never understand. More important, if anyone else ever found 
out, it would end what appeared to be one heck of a terrific kind of fun. 
Hank Justin was a nice man, warm and sympathetic, and he understood how 
lonely she was. In fact, after leaving his yard the previous day, she had 
moped around the neighborhood all day with nothing to do. Hank would take 
care of some of the loneliness she felt during the summer. When the winter 
finally came, well, she and Hank would find a way to work something out 
then, too. 

Hank was shuddering inwardly, suddenly overwhelmed with desire for this 
innocent young blonde. He hadn't felt such an overpowering desire for a 
female in many years. He realized it was the newness, the freshness of her 
than made her so appealing. She was virgin clay, ready to be shaped and 
molded as he wished. 

His questing fingers inched forward yet another centimeter, the ball of his 
forefinger and middle finger coming into contact with the tantalizing and 
pulsating outer folds of her wetly tremulous vagina. Jo-Ann was already 
aware of the way her body was inwardly throbbing, and she was equally aware 
of the way her inner labia opened and closed in time to the way she was 
breathing. 

"Now!" he whispered, and without hesitating for a moment, slowly pushed his 
fingers deeper, the middle one sliding into the tightly resisting tunnel of 
her vagina. Her cuntwalls clamped tightly around the probing digit, making 
him realize just how tight she was in there. After all, she was still a 
young virgin. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhh ... it hurts, it hurts ... be careful...." the 
lovely young blonde admonished, crying out almost helplessly as she writhed 
her rounded buttocks in a frantically belated attempt to resist the 
pressure. 

But Jo-Ann was in a daze, and she was so caught up in it, she really had no 
desire to escape from it. With part of her mind she was still aware of the 
way Hank was stroking and caressing her tender vagina, and the other part of 
her mind was only too well aware of the comforting inner sensations she felt 
from the stroking in spite of the fact that the delving finger had stretched 
the mouth of her girlish womanhood. The more he touched her the more she 
realized how much she craved him to continue. She ached to feel more. 

Hank continued deeply probing the soft, quivering wet folds, moving 
carefully, remembering he was dealing with a virgin, enjoying the way her 
vagina was squirming around his probing finger. He managed to plunge it 
slightly more than two inches into her, not daring to go any deeper, moving 
it in and out, building the thrills in her young body to a point where he 
knew she would all but kill him if he didn't continue. 

The young girl's slender white thighs began spreading of their own accord 
now, little by little, wide and wider, and he undid her shorts and eased 
them down along with her confining panties, leaving them dangling just below 
her knees. At last he had the plane of her tender pink pussy totally 
exposed, and it hit Hank at just how sensuous a pussy with so little hair on 
it looked. His mouth salivated and he had to swallow to keep from drooling. 
Gently, tenderly, his fingers played in the satin softness of her widespread 
inner labia, making the lovely blonde girl gyrate and twist as she leaned 
against him. She felt sensations of pleasure and delight building in her in 
a way she had never been able to fathom. 

Abruptly the man's middle finger came into direct contact with the tiny 
little nodule that was her pink clitoris, the penis-like organ attached to 
the female designed solely for pleasure and nothing else. He began to 
instantly titillate the erogenous little bud, palpating and massaging it, 
making Jo-Ann gasp. 

"Hhhhhoooonnnnnnnnhhhhhh!" the lovely little blonde sighed as she 
unconsciously slipped her body forward toward the edge of the bed, widening 
her thighs even more. 

Jo-Ann was unable to believe the tingling sensations of pleasure blistering 
through her quaking body. Like wisps of smoke the enjoyment began curling up 
inside her and she fell madly in love with the gentle way Hank was fingering 
her pussy. Her writhing, gasping torso let the man know he was really 
getting to her, and the beads of perspiration on his brow broke out all the 
more heavily as he realized how much he wanted to satisfy, and be satisfied 
by, this lovely slip of a girl. Any qualms she might have had when he had 
initially touched her were now totally overpowered by the continual feelings 
of pleasure she continually experienced. 

"Ummmmmmmm ... yesssssss ... aaaaaannnnnhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhhhhhh..." she 
gasped softly, giving herself over completely to her sensuous inner 
longings. 

She was now totally devoid of any resistance whatsoever, and was more than 
willing to acquiesce to anything Hank wanted. Without realizing it, she 
found herself involuntarily grinding her pelvis rhythmically against his 
nakedly impressing fingers as they swirled around and around in the tight, 
narrow little opening, never probing more than two inches into her. She 
hurled her pelvis up and down, trying to force her desire-driven flesh to 
surround more of his pleasure-giving digits. 

Hank's fingers, darting and flicking into her with an agility matched only 
by his expertise, continued tickling the tiny fluted inner lips on each 
outstroke, making her vaginal opening open and close all the more swiftly 
now. She mewled and gasped with arousal and excitement as his fingers 
continued taunting her tantalized flesh. She gasped all the louder each time 
his middle finger forced its way into the narrow center of her cunt, 
wondering why he never probed more deeply. 

"Gggghhhhhuuuuunnnnnggggh hh! " Jo-Ann gasped, feeling thrills continuing to 
mount in the center of her shuddering body. 

By now, the soft inner mouth of her vagina began responding by tightening 
around the thrusting finger, reluctant to release it. Walls of velvet closed 
tightly like a fist around the tip of his plunging finger, sucking on it 
like a calf at its mother's udder. Hank worked his finger in and out of the 
now hungry and welcoming channel, simulating fucking, even though only two 
inches in and out. The bedroom filled with the lascivious wet sounds of his 
finger sliding in and out of the tight little coral cunt. 

All this time his other hand didn't remain idle. Rather it reached inside of 
lovely Jo-Ann's t-shirt and flatly pressed itself first against one small 
breast, and then the other. This served to provoke more deep sighs and gasps 
of delicious reeling from the now helpless and sexually frustrated young 
girl whose body was first wakening to its full potential. 

He finally pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it off to the side 
revealing her small, girlish paps with their rich pink nipples standing as 
far out as possible. His eyes stared at the small swells and his mouth once 
again watered. 

Jo-Ann felt lightheaded by all that was happening, and wondered if she ought 
to protest at least one more time. But she knew it would sound foolish for 
her to do so, and so she didn't. Instead, she simply enjoyed what he was 
doing. 

Her eyes suddenly popped wide open when he lowered his head and his hot, wet 
mouth closed around the bud of her nipple, sucking on it, pulling on 
whatever there was of the small mammary, letting it slide in and out of his 
mouth as his lips compressed firmly around her luscious flesh. Then he took 
the swollen nipple between his sharp-edged teeth and bit it very lightly, 
erotically, sending overpowering spasms of delight charging through her 
nerves the like of which she had never previously known. 

It was beautiful. Yes, as far as Jo-Ann was concerned, it was all so 
beautiful. She supposed she was able, to some extent, to understand why her 
parents might object to her indulging in something like this. After all, if 
she had chosen some inexperienced boy, whether or not she would have enjoyed 
it, the boy would never have mentioned anything about the possibility of her 
having a baby. She knew it was still shameful for a single girl to have a 
baby, and if it happened to her, her parents would be mortified. But with a 
man like Hank Justin she had nothing to worry about because he would take 
all the necessary precautions and she would be able to enjoy this to the 
utmost without having to worry about consequences, after. 

Hank knew he had the blonde girl just where he wanted her. Had he followed 
his original course, he would have whipped out his penis, possibly 
frightened her, and convinced her to wait a bit longer before indulging in 
something like this. But his want for Jo-Ann was far greater than her desire 
for him, by now. He was going to bring her along slowly, very slowly. 

"Do you like what I'm doing, Jo-Ann?" he asked, looking at the ecstatic 
lines on her lovely young face. 

"Yes, oh, yes, Hank, I love it," she readily admitted. "Please, do more." 

"Enjoy it all, honey," he told her. "Just relax and enjoy. Today, I do the 
giving, you do the receiving." 

He moved his hungry mouth to her other breast, now. All the while his 
probing middle finger continued sluicing two inches in and out of her 
sucking pussy. The little blonde girl was like a crazed woman, twisting and 
turning, her body bouncing and leaping on the bed, her slender white thighs 
as licentiously splayed as possible considering her panties and shorts were 
still below her knees. All the while her softly rounded small buttocks 
continued to incessantly grind into the mattress. Hoarse, soft, girlish 
cries of lust began escaping from between her soft, heart-shaped lips. She 
was beyond caring about anything at this point other than feeling all this 
sensation come to a head as it had with Susan. All that really mattered were 
the unbelievable spasms of totally thrilling delight continually and 
violently shooting through her at the speed of thought. It all emanated from 
the fiery tingles being built up in the center of her body as his finger 
moved in and out, in and out. His constant sucking of her nipples added to 
the sensation, and she wriggled and squirmed, realizing how filled with pure 
sensation she felt at that moment. Jo-Ann had never know anything like this 
existed. 

Urged on by the continually mounting tide of her pleasure, she pounded her 
turgid little clitoris against the heel of his moving hand while at the same 
time attempting to coax his finger that much more deeply into her feminine 
center. Her cunt was a greedy, grasping opening the ached to suck on more of 
the probing digit. 

At that moment Hank abandoned her breasts and moved around in front of her, 
kneeling before her as she fell back on the bed with her thighs still 
parted. 

Everything happend quickly. He tugged her panties and her shorts down and 
off, pushed her slender white thighs that much farther apart, and before 
Jo-Ann realized what was happening, there was that first searing contact of 
his tongue on the lips of her vagina. She was so astonished she would not 
have been able to stop him even if she had wished to do so. She was too near 
her climax at this point. Pleasure, in maximum force, had been building up 
inside her. The unexpected and thoroughly maddening touch of Hank's oral 
digit as it teased the small bud of her pulsating clitoris brought her 
almost instantly to her first orgasm. 

"AAAAAI IIIIIE EEE ... YYYYA AAAIII IIGGGG GGHHHH ... HHH HHEEEE EEEYYY 
YYAAAA AAIIII IIGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAA NNNNNN GGGGGH HHH!" she squealed, unable 
to control herself. 

Her body was flailing wildly, thrashing insanely out of control as wave 
after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her, hitting her with 
the power of breakers against rocks. She felt flooded with sensation as 
never before. Each wave brought her to a new height of rapture. She had 
never, but never been able to imagine anything as powerful as the feeling 
rolling constantly through her quivering body. All the tension that had been 
building since Hank had started working on her suddenly ebbed out of her, 
and she lay there, limp, totally exhausted. Her mind drifted, and she 
realized she was going to fall asleep. But she didn't care. 

Sleep did overwhelm her, and when she awoke, she found her panties and 
shorts had been slipped back on. 

Hank was not there. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Hank was sitting in his large playroom, at ground level, watching some TV 
program, Pretty, the dog, was lying on the carpet beside his reclining 
chair, her head between her paws. When she saw Jo-Ann, she picked her head 
up and began wagging her tail. 

"Well?" Hank asked, smiling at Jo-Ann. "Do you think you've had enough for 
one day?" 

"It was great," Jo-Ann admitted. "Tell me, is it better when you fuck a 
woman?" 

"Supposedly," he nodded. 

"Well, then, when will you fuck me?" 

"I told you, once you've started on the pill. Since your time of the month 
is three days away, that means we have to wait eight days." 

"Oh," Jo-Ann nodded, looking disappointed. 

"But that doesn't mean we can't do other things," Hank told her, still 
feeling more horny than ever. He hadn't found any means of relief, and as a 
result still had the urge to do something with the sweet little blonde. 

"Well, I want to do whatever I can to make both of us happy," Jo-Ann told 
him. "You made me happy before. What can I do to please you?" 

"There are ways," he nodded, inwardly feeling the adrenalin pumping all the 
more quickly through him. 

"Teach me!" Jo-Ann insisted. 

"Back up to the bedroom," he insisted. "Though this is a playroom, there are 
certain games we don't play here." 

The two of them climbed the stairs, Pretty remaining down in the playroom 
because she didn't like going upstairs. Going upstairs meant it was time to 
go to sleep as far as the dog was concerned, and it was much too early in 
the morning to even consider sleeping. 

They entered the bedroom and he motioned for the girl to undress. She did 
so, not hesitating for a moment, this time. Naked, she stood before him 
while he proceeded to undress, himself. She sucked in her breath when she 
saw his penis. This close, it looked even larger than it had when he had 
fitted it into Susan's tiny pussy. Under the penis was his dangling scrotum, 
containing his testicles. 

"First," Hank told her, "we get you in the mood again by doing what we did 
before. You don't mind that, do you?" 

"Not at all," Jo-Ann admitted. 

He fell to his knees between her slender girlish, thighs and pushed her back 
so that her buttocks pressed against the edge of the bed. he pushed her back 
and she fell onto the mattress, and then he lifted her thighs over his 
shoulders. Moving forward, he rubbed his belly against her cunt as he began 
sucking on her nipples again, using the same expertise he had used earlier, 
biting on her flesh, yet leaving no marks. 

"Gggghhhhhuuunnnnnggghhhh!" was all Jo-Ann was capable of saying as the 
lassitude in her body once again gave way to fresh waves of thrilling 
arousal. The man's lips triggered thrills in her body, making her writhe, 
and she shuddered to the pressure of his belly rubbing against her cuntlips. 

Jo-Ann used her own hands this time, gripping the man's head and forcing his 
face all the more firmly against her breast, thrilling to the way his mouth 
continually chewed. He tongued her nipple now, the flat of his lingual digit 
swiping it again and again, sending more enchanting waves of pleasure 
spasming through her quaking body. 

Jo-Ann continued groaning as the wonderfully marvelous sensations shot 
through both her breasts, and then, as if there were a direct connection 
between her breasts and her vagina, she felt sensation sweep through the 
depths of her cunt, as well. Her coral clitoris was vibrantly extended 
again, reaching for pleasure as the man continued working the flat of his 
tongue against the young girl's swollen nipples - nipples that appeared just 
the tiniest bit larger as a result of having been kissed by a man, earlier. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Jo-Ann gasped, sobbing with passion. "Oh Hank, you're 
wonderful ... you make me feel so terrific!" 

The handsome older man stopped his hungry sucking and fondling and began 
smiling at the wriggling, cooing young girl. She was his, there was no doubt 
of that. If she had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, she would be his 
for a long, long time to come, and he would teach her all he knew. She would 
put women like Susan King to shame. 

Leaning forward, he moved his head from side to side and kissed her nipples 
in turn so rapidly it was almost as if he were sucking on both of them at 
once. Had her breasts been larger, that was precisely what he would have 
done. Then he began once again licking his way downward, moving his tongue 
toward the blonde girl's hot and waiting cunt. This time there would be no 
resistance of any kind. This time she would be only too happy to have him 
lap her pussy. 

"You relax and enjoy for the moment," he told her. "Your turn to please me 
will come right after this." 

He was hungrily breathing all over the rich pinkness of her viscous slit, 
the virginal opening all but actually begging him to tongue it. 

The excited young blonde merely lay there, propped up on her elbows, 
watching intently as the handsome, dark-haired man licked his way down the 
flatness of her tight, smooth tummy. He massaged her extended nipples in 
unison, maintaining her cunt-boiling contractions coursing through her 
arteries and veins as he slowly allowed his tongue to vibrantly travel 
through her navel and down to the sparse lint that passed for hair on her 
pelvis. 

"Yes, yes, yes, do it again, do it again!" Jo-Ann crooned to him, delicious 
thrills shooting through her body without control. 

The heat of his burning breath covering her extended clitoris let the lovely 
blonde know he was there and all set to perform again. She groaned and 
gripped the palms pressing against her small breasts, pushing them against 
her body all the more firmly, feeling her nipples dig into his palm. She 
groaned as he softly blew on the pink bead of her clitoris and flashes of 
pure, unadulterated joy flamed through her sodden vaginal cave, timed with 
the pulsating throbs of burning lust constantly snapping through her small, 
extended nipples. She was already on the verge of another orgasm. 

No, no, she had to learn to hold back - to restrain herself. The best was 
yet to come. She knew this from experience, now. She therefore fought off 
the urge to yield to the oncoming orgasm. 

This time, he didn't merely flatten his tongue against the clitoral 
extension. This time, Hank formed his tongue into a scoop and pressed it 
into the lower vaginal hole. At the same time he compressed his thumbs and 
forefingers around her nipples. The pressure of his fingers and the movement 
of his tongue sliding up her slippery inner canal more than an inch as his 
upper lip caressed her tingling clitoris made the girl squeal and shudder, 
moving her body in time to the rhythm of his tongue-thrust. 

"Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhhhaaaggghhhh!" she growled with passion shooting 
from every pore. 

The beautiful little blonde sprayed a heavy quantity of lubricant all over 
the face of the older man, but he ignored it. The girl continued writhing, 
squealing and wriggling, and then she came as she hurled her orgasming 
vagina against his eagerly licking lips. His tongue kept on probing into 
her, wringing even greater spasms from the center of her shuddering body. 

"Gggggh hhhhaa aaannn nggghh hhh! Ooooon nnnnng ggghhh hhhh! YMYA AAAGGG 
GGHHHH ... HHH HHAAAA AAIIII YMYA AAAAGG GGGHHH ... GGG GGHHHH AAAAAR RUGGG 
GGHHHH!" she screamed in a series of wild gurgling gasps and yelps that were 
as rapid as her orgasm. 

Now he withdrew his tongue from her inner honeypot and began swiping it from 
side to side against her trembling clitoris, causing the lovely blonde to 
moan even louder. She gripped his head with both hands and slammed her 
vagina against his open mouth again and again, holding his face tightly to 
her spasming pussy until he had just about drained all the fluid from within 
her. When he lifted his head she saw him licking her colorless cream from 
his lips. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes," Jo-Ann murmured. I'd like to have you do that to me all 
day." 

The second orgasm, while not quite as powerful as the initial one, was still 
terrific, and she had the feeling that with the passage of time, she would 
be able to feel even stronger climaxes. This man did things to her no one 
else had ever done, and she wondered just how many men were really 
knowledgeable as to how to do it the right way. She felt as if she had all 
but blasted through the roof. 

Because her orgasm wasn't quite as all-consuming as the initial one, the 
lovely blonde didn't have that urge to fall asleep. She opened her eyes and 
stared lovingly at the man who she had always thought of as a friend, but 
whom she now thought of as a lover. He had introduced her to the "ways 
adults have fun" in such a manner she knew she was fast becoming an adult. 

Looking down, he saw the rigid pole of his throbbing cock and knew she had 
to do something for him. It wasn't fair for her to continue receiving 
without actually giving. Besides, seeing how much the man had enjoyed giving 
to her, she decided she might enjoy the giving as much as the receiving. 

"Are you sure you don't want to try and fit that in here?" she asked, 
pointing to his cock and then touching her vagina. 

"All in good time," he assured her. "Not today. Today, you have to become 
familiar with the cock. It's also called a penis, a phallus, and a prick, 
but cock is as good a word as any." 

"Uh, huh!" she nodded, eager to learn. 

He sat beside her on the bed and said, "Kneel down in front of me, honey. 
The only way you're going to get to know the penis is for you to touch it. 
Don't be afraid of it. It doesn't have a life of its own, and it can't hurt 
you." 

Though slightly apprehensive, the lovely blonde knew if things were to 
continue pleasantly for the two of them she would have to do as he said. 
Sighing, she slid off the bed and fell to her knees between his thighs, 
staring at the huge tan poker of flesh with the mottled violet head. 

"Touch it!" he ordered. 

Reaching out with her right hand, she let her palm press against the bole of 
the penis. It was hot, and though the outer flesh was soft, the underneath 
part was as hard as iron. She slowly wrapped her fingers around it and 
squeezed. The harder she squeezed the hotter it seemed to get, and she was 
pleased to hear the man groan. Lord! She wondered what it was going to be 
like to take something as long and as thick into the tight, narrow channel 
of her vagina where the initial probing of his finger had caused some mild 
discomfort in the beginning. 

Hank was on fire. Her small hand with her slender, delicate fingers wrapped 
around his mighty stalk had him shuddering. God! It felt fantastic to have a 
hand like that wrapped around his throbbing organ. 

"Careful!" he gasped as she automatically began pumping it. "I don't want to 
come too fast, and that's just what'll happen if you keep on doing that." 

She stopped jerking her small hand up and down and opened her fingers, 
feeling the huge penis jump in her hand. There was something in the urgency 
of the man's gasping voice that told her he was on the edge of releasing the 
same stuff he had pumped into the redheaded woman's vagina. 

"Well, what should I do now?" the lovely little blonde asked. 

"Ah, now there's a good question. You're still a virgin, and what's more 
you're not taking the birth control pill just yet so we have to use another 
orifice." 

"I don't understand," Jo-Ann shrugged. 

Smiling, he reached forward and cupped her head with the back of his right 
hand. Slowly, he brought her unresisting face closer and closer to the 
bobbing head of his throbbing penis. He continued tugging her face forward 
slightly until the hot tip brushed against her soft, heart-shaped lips. 

"Your mouth," he told her. "don't worry. After all, didn't I use my mouth 
between your legs? All you're doing is returning the compliment, and believe 
me, you're going to like sucking on my cock as much as I enjoyed licking 
your cunt." 

The lovely blonde allowed her tongue to experimentally lick out. She was 
frightened he might choke her to death with such a long, thick bludgeon, and 
yet she instinctively knew she would be able to trust this man. The tip of 
her tongue pressed against the underside of his penis, and then, like a 
paintbrush, it began licking up and down, up and down, tasting the hot, 
tangy masculine flesh. Some of his colorless leakage touched her tongue but 
it didn't taste bad. She even pulled it into her mouth and swallowed it. 

Soon her tongue was licking the penis from top to bottom, all over, swirling 
over the head, slurping all over the full length of the throbbing, pulsating 
organ. 

"Are you going to shoot that white stuff into my mouth?" she asked, pulling 
her head away. 

"Not only that, but you, like a good little girl, are going to swallow every 
last little delicious drop of it. It's an acquired taste, but you'll soon 
learn to love it, believe me." 

The idea of him shooting that hot, heavy white cream down her throat didn't 
exactly appeal to Jo-Ann. She wanted to think about it and opened her mouth 
to object, but he didn't give her an opportunity to do so. She gasped with 
surprise as he pulled on her head while hurling his lower half forward, the 
length of his hot prick nudging between her open lips, depressing her 
tongue, and pushing into her mouth. The rich scent of him made her head 
whirl as the meaty taste actually tantalized her tongue and palate. She 
compressed her lips around the corona of his penis, holding the throbbing 
tip in her mouth, letting her tongue wash from side to side on the 
underpart. She didn't quite know what else to do. 

Opening her mouth some more, she allowed her tongue to continue rampantly 
along the underside, buffeting the full length of the organ the way his 
tongue had worked on her clitoris, earlier. The man moaned a loud, satisfied 
moan, and the little virgin knew she was on the right track. She swirled her 
tongue around and around the organ as he pushed more and more meat into her 
mouth, letting the head scrape her palate. She basted the throbbing phallus 
with her sputum, well aware of the man's fingers in her yellow hair. She 
made no more to resist as he tugged her face even closer to his groin. 

"Yes, yes, yes, you have the hang of it," he gasped, sighing. "Suck me while 
you keep on using that lovely little tongue of yours. Don't let the edged of 
your teeth scrape the skin too hard. Lick and suck, lick and suck!" 

It hadn't occurred to Jo-Ann that she was actually sucking on the meaty 
length of cock, but that was just what she was doing. She pulled all the 
more heartily on the organ, increasing her suction, and as a result the man 
groaned that much louder. 

Jo-Ann understood now what was expected of her. What was more, Hank was 
right. She did enjoy what she was doing. She moved her tightly ringed lips 
back and forth on the heavy prod, feeling the rubbery head of the penis hit 
the back of her throat again and again. Her lips pulled out each time the 
penis retreated, and then folded in on themselves each time he thrust 
forward. All the while she continued swirling her tongue around and around 
the throbbing penis, causing the weighty staff to jump and leap and twitch 
in her grasping mouth. 

"Yes, yes, yes," the man gasped, his voice excited now, letting Jo-Ann know 
how capable she was of arousing and exciting him. "Keep on doing that. I'm 
so close now, so close. I'm going to fire my sperm into that sweet and 
lovely mouth of yours, and you're going to drink it all down, honey, all of 
it. Don't be afraid! It can't hurt you!" 

"Mmmmmmwwwffff!" she responded, nodding her head to let him know she was 
quite willing. 

"Cup your hand under my balls," he said, pointing to his sac. "Squeeze them 
very lightly and they'll jump as I shoot. It'll make the orgasm that much 
better, honey," 

he gasped. 

Jo-Ann didn't know why, but the heat in her own loins was continuing to 
mount. The sight of this strong, powerful man suddenly putty in her hands - 
or to be more correct, in her mouth - made her suddenly feel a chilling 
sense of shuddering desire. She rubbed his penile base with one hand while 
her other hands squeezed his balls, but what she noticed most of all was the 
fact that each time the tip of his penis touched the back of her throat, she 
felt a tingle, almost as if she were about to attain another orgasm, 
herself. 

Her lips moved all the more rapidly up and down the firm length of his thick 
penis, and had it not been so thick, she would have tried cramming it into 
her gullet. Each time she pulled her head back, she sucked hardily on the 
rounded knob of his glans, feeling the sponginess of it, and then she pushed 
it to the back of her throat in order to feel the mounting sensation of 
climax in her own quivering young body. At the same time she continued 
squeezing his hairy scrotum, enjoying the convulsive feel of the testicles 
jumping up and down in the sac. 

"OOHHHHHHH HHH ... HHH ... AAAAAA NNN ... HHHHHH .... YYY YYEEEE AAAGGG 
GGHHHH... AAA AAUUUU WWA AAAAAR RRGGGG GHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGGHI-HHH UUUGGG 
HHH!" he bellowed, shouting with joy, his testicles all but exploding as his 
throbbing organ shuddered and twitched out of control. 

The creamy semen seemed to explode inside the small girl's mouth, filling 
her oral cave to capacity, and she had just enough time to swallow before 
the next blast burst in, followed by countless others. 

Yes, she swallowed ... and then swallowed, and then swallowed again. The 
initial spurt of the hot, white juice, while not really scalding, was still 
hot enough. It had a cloroxy taste, sour, salty, and yet ... yes ... as she 
thought about it while swallowing, she decided she definitely would be able 
to learn to like this taste. The burning young blonde sucked all the harder 
on the man's throbbing, gushing length of hosepipe, gripping the base with 
her fingers and tugging it wildly back and forth, milking uncounted waves of 
the frothy white seminal fluid from the tip of the expanded penis. 

"Ummmmm mmmmmm mmm! Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmm! Yummmm mmmmmmm! Sss ssssss IIIIII 
Irrrrr rrpppp ppp!" she mouthed hungrily, drinking all the orgasming penis 
had to offer, drinking it into her gullet and letting it fall into the pit 
of her belly, giving her a warm sense of security. 

In point of fact it gave her much more. The spirting sperm hit the series of 
nerve-endings in her throat that had been titillated by the head of the 
man's penis, and as a result, when he came, his sperm triggered an orgasm in 
her, as well. She found herself bouncing up and down on her knees on the 
carpeted floor as she continued hungrily sucking on the masculine length, 
mewling with uncontrolled pleasure at the discovery that his orgasm, even 
this way, was enough to make her climax. The orgasm rippled through her 
thighs, and hot, wet cunt juice gushed from the pit of her feminine being 
down her thighs. 

On impulse, the beautiful young blonde nymphet pulled the heavy penis from 
her mouth and let the last few spurting drops splatter against her cheeks 
and forehead, and then she rubbed the leaking head of his penis against her 
nipples, not satisfied until each pink extension was coated with his 
leakage. The hot length of penis was already starting to shrivel in her 
hands, and for the first time she realized the prick didn't remain hard at 
all times. As a result, she felt somewhat disappointed. 

"What's the matter?" Hank asked, seeing the disappointment on her face. 

"I thought it stayed hard and long all the time," she told him. 

"Don't worry," he told her. "A girl like you will be capable of making any 
man attain a new erection in almost no time, flat. However, since we really 
can't do too much more today, I suggest we both rest, especially since I 
assume you want to do this all over again tomorrow, and possibly the next 
day." 

"Well, tomorrow, sure, but the next day is Saturday, and my folks will be 
home." 

"Well, then, we'll just have to wait after tomorrow until your time of the 
month is up. Then we can get down to the real thing." 

The real thing! Yes, that was what Jo-Ann now wanted more than anything - 
the real thing! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Jo-Ann had often wondered just what it was her parents had done on those 
weekend mornings when they had closed and locked their bedroom door. Now she 
knew, but just for the heck of it, she wanted to observe. 

Friday, she had gone to Hank Justin's house, and he had once again licked 
her pussy, after which she had sucked his cock, but here it was, Saturday 
morning, and she wanted to see her own parents in action. Yet she had no 
idea just how she was going to go about it. After all, they not only closed 
and locked the door, but also pulled down the window shades. 

Jo-Ann finally decided Saturday morning was out of the question. Her period 
had come a day sooner than expected, which was just as well, since it meant 
she would eventually lose her own virginity a day sooner. She had gone to 
sleep that Saturday night feeling somewhat frustrated, yet she didn't let it 
bother her that much. 

She woke to pitch darkness and looking at the illuminated hands of the small 
electric clock in her room, realized it was a little after two in the 
morning. After a moment of intense listening, she realized voices she had 
heard were not voices from a dream, but real voices. They were coming from 
downstairs in the family room. They had drifted up to her because her own 
bedroom was directly above the family room. 

Curious, she slipped silently out of bed, moved down the two flights of 
carpeted stairs, hidden by the darkness. But as she got to the bottom, she 
realized there was a small lamp on in the family room, and peering inside 
she saw her parents. They had just returned from a party, they were 
half-drunk, and they were giggling. 

"Come on, let's do it down here," her mother was saying. 

"Fran, are you sure?" the father asked. 

"Of course I'm sure," she nodded. 

The mother turned around, and the father pulled down the zipper of her 
dress. Then there was the rustling of clothing as the two of them hurriedly 
got undressed. 

"Dave, that prick of yours is really something," Fran was saying, making 
Jo-Ann realize her mother used the same words Hank had taught her. 

The little girl looked at her father's penis. It was a large one, all right, 
though neither as long nor as thick as the one sported by Hank Justin. 

"What about Jo-Ann?" her father whispered. "She might wake up." 

"She won't," his wife assured him. "You just relax, for heavens' sake. She 
never moves once she's in bed. She'll be asleep until the morning and I'm 
not in the mood to climb the stairs and lock a door behind us for me to get 
this!" she insisted, gripping his throbbing cock. 

As Jo-Ann watched, her mother fell to her knees and began sucking on her 
father's cock ... Jo-Ann's father's cock! She stared, astonished, finding it 
hard to believe her own parents did things like this, yet sure enough, there 
they were. So what Hank had taught her was, as he had said, something not 
perverted, but pure adult fun. After all, her parents were adults, and they 
were indulging. 

Fran sucked loudly, enjoying it, making noises Jo-Ann had never made the two 
times she had sucked on Hank's penis. She noted the easily familiar way her 
parents moved, with her father holding her mother's cheeks between his palms 
as he pumped his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. Jo-Ann assumed this 
came from years of familiarity, and she wondered if she would fall into such 
an easy pattern once she was married for a length of time. Well she didn't 
have to worry about anything like that. Marriage was still a good many years 
off. 

"Sit on the edge of the lounge," Fran instructed her husband. 

"Yes, that's it," she said as the man followed her instructions. 

"Come on, spread your legs farther apart. Oh, for God's sake, Dave," she 
hissed impatiently. "Take your pants off from around your ankles, will you. 
I can't even get at your balls like this." 

Dave got to his feet and Jo-Ann was able to see as he stepped out of his 
shoes and pulled his feet out of his pants. Fran almost knocked her husband 
down in her eagerness to get at the penis and pull it into her mouth. 

Jo-Ann went on watching, listening, thinking she might learn something. But 
so far, everything she had done with Hank had been more fun than she saw her 
parents doing. 

Jo-Ann's mother was on her knees, and the young girl heard the greedy sounds 
of the older woman's slurping as she formed her lips into a tight vacuum 
around the throbbing penis. 

"Ummmmmm ... hey, you're leaking lubrication, honey," Fran said to her 
husband. "Ummmmmmm! God! I just can't get enough of that luscious beef roll 
of yours. I love the size of it, the shape of it, everything about it. With 
a cock like this, you're a real Greek god. Ummmmmmm yummmmmmmm..." 

Jo-Ann noticed her father had an extra cup-shaped piece of skin on the tip 
of his penis, something Hank didn't have. She noticed her mother using her 
tongue inside the foreskin, making her father moan and groan, after which 
she made an oval of her lips and began pulling on the red glans. 

Dave shifted his muscular hips and continued hurling the full length of his 
cock into his wife's mouth with uncontrolled delight. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he whispered. "Fuck it with your mouth, honey ... fuck 
it! You love my big piece of meat, don't you? Ohhhh ... easy there, careful 
... watch those lovely teeth of yours. I ... uhhhh ... don't want you biting 
anything off. Yeah ... uuuunnnnhhhhh ... hhhhhaaaannnhhhh ... yeah ... 
that's it ... that's good ... you have a mouth as tight as a virgin's cunt. 
Jeee-ssssussssss ... I think I can feel those tonsils of yours. Oh, what a 
sweet pair of lips you have on you, honey." 

Jo-Ann felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of what her parents were 
doing. She shuddered as she dipped fingers into her pajama pants and touched 
her clitoris, feeling sizzling sensations charge wildly through her as she 
touched herself. 

"Oh, wow!" her mother was gasping. "My jaw hurts, lover. Mmmmm ... tell me, 
did you like what I did?" 

Jo-Ann smiled to herself. If her mother's jaw hurt from sucking her father's 
penis, she wondered how her mother's jaw would feel after sucking Hank 
Justin's. She knew her own jaw always ached a little, but it never really 
hurt. 

There was the heavy sound of Jo-Ann's father's breathing. He was making 
small gasping sounds like. "Aaaaannnnnhhhhh ... ooonnnnnhhhh. . . ." as he 
continued fucking his wife in the mouth. 

Jo-Ann felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she continued rubbing her 
clitoris in spite of the fact that she had a pad on to absorb her menstrual 
leakage. Because she was still so young, she didn't really bleed heavily, 
and she had just replaced a pad before going to bed. The newer pad was still 
dry. 

"Oh, my, this is so good," Fran was gasping, and once again used her mouth 
to cover the broad, blood-swollen knob. 

She supported the base of it with her hand as Jo-Ann had done with Hank, and 
then let her mouth slide up the full length of it, withdrawing her hand at 
the last moment, sticking and slurping all over the throbbing organ. Jo-Ann 
realized her mother had to be taking a lot of that cock in her throat, and 
she understood that she was probably just as capable of doing the same thing 
with Hank's cock. From the way Dave was tensing, it looked as if he was 
getting ready to shoot into Fran's mouth. 

But Jo-Ann was astonished to see her mother slip out of her dress and squirm 
from the grip her father had on the older woman's face. She was totally 
naked underneath, having removed her underthings when Jo-Ann had come down 
the stairs. She smiled at her husband and said, "Do it in the ass, this 
time." 

"In the ass?" her husband asked, as she walked to the downstairs bathroom 
and returned with a tube of lubricating jelly. 

"Right up the old kazoo," Fran smiled. 

Jo-Ann was astonished. It never occurred to her a woman was capable of 
taking a penis in her rectum. 

Dave took the tube of jelly, smeared some on his fingers, then pushed his 
fingers into his wife's behind. 

"Not too much now," Fran warned. "I don't want you either falling out or 
going all the way up to my large intestine," she told him licentiously. 

She was still wearing her high-heeled shoes which did add a sense of 
sensuality to her as she bent over the small lamp table after removing the 
lamp, her rear cheeks upward and quivering, inviting Dave to come on in. 

Dave rubbed his fingers in widening circles on her rectal opening until he 
had covered all of the puckered rubber ring as well as the inner walls 
beyond with the jelly. He pressed first one finger in and out of the rectal 
opening, then two, and finally three. 

Fran tightened and straightened up a little, her wide-apart asscheeks 
clenching around his probing fingers. She began moaning and writhing, 
squirming uncontrollably as he continued probing his fingers in and out, 
pushing the trio of fingers ever deeper into her narrow rectal opening, 
wearing down the stubborn will of the puckered sphincter. The woman's 
rounded assglobes pouted at him like two, white shiny orbs against the 
tanner color of her lower thighs. 

Jo-Ann stared, awed by it all, fascinated as her father's fingers continued 
working in and out of the narrow aperture of her mother's ass. She wondered 
if her father might actually split her poor mother right in half with his 
hard cock. 

Fran kept wriggling her buttocks toward her husband each time he thrust his 
fingers forward, helping him as he pushed the jelly deeper and deeper into 
her rear-end. 

"Come on, come on, get on with it already," she panted. "Fuck my ass, Dave. 
Put that luscious pole of yours all the way inside me ... split me wide open 
with it like you always do ... stop fingering my little hole." 

Dave reached out and grasped the blonde woman's writhing body as their 
daughter continued watching from the dark stairway. He wrapped one arm 
around her waist and gripped his throbbing organ with the other hand. He 
pushed his wife even farther across the lamp table until she was lying 
completely across it with her breasts dangling down one side of and her legs 
dangling down the other side, her toes just barely touching the floor. He 
parted her cheeks with one hand and nosed his hard penis against the 
well-greased opening as she strained her rear-end toward him. 

Their heavy irregular breathing was the only sound in the night air. 

Dave reached under Fran, and finding that difficult, reached around and 
finally managed to grab one of her full, dangling breasts. Jo-Ann wondered 
if she would have breasts as full as her mother's when she was fully 
matured. Dave jammed his thrusting cock against the tiny anal star, and the 
blonde woman slammed her rear straight back. That was when penetration 
occurred. 

"Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh! Oh, Christ! Wowwwwwwwww! Yesssssssss!" 
the blonde woman moaned aloud. 

She tightened her muscles for a moment, then relaxed. In the instant that 
she relaxed, he probed forward, jamming his penis that much more deeply into 
the center of her rear canal, feeling the rubbery narrowness of her anal 
opening clamp tightly around his driving thickness. 

"Be mean to me!" Fran moaned. "Hurt me ... fuck me hard in the ass ... don't 
stop ... fuck me ... fuck, me ... fuck me..." 

Jo-Ann realized her mother was enjoying what her father was doing, and she 
came to the natural conclusion that if she was capable of attaining 
satisfaction with a penis rubbing against her gullet from the inside, it was 
probably equally possible to attain a similar satisfaction with a penis 
rubbing the walls of her rectum. No wonder her mother was enjoying it so 
much. 

Dave pulled almost all of his throbbing penis from her narrow stricture, 
pausing for a brief instant more for effect than anything else, and then he 
crammed it right back in again with a wildly vicious drive. His hands were 
gripping his wife's hips and Jo-Ann was able to see his fingers biting into 
her mother's skin. In, then out, in, then out, and she moaned and made small 
efforts to escape, only to arch her back again as he began another drive. He 
ploughed into her ass as if it were a virgin cunt, his hard cock plunging 
between the mounds of her white cheeks, standing there like a Greek statue, 
tightening, and then gasping, "AAAAAA RRRRRG GGGHHH HHH ... GGGGGH HHHAAA 
AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHHU UUUNNN NNGGGG HHHHHA AAAUUU GGGHHH!" as he fired his 
load of seminal fluid into her rectum. 

Fran had her own orgasm, but it was a silent one, and she shuddered and 
shook the entire time, her rectal tunnel squeezing her husband's throbbing 
cock so tightly, it appeared she might uproot it. 

The half-drank woman kept wriggling her ass toward her husband as the two of 
them came and came and came. Jo-Ann, still touching her clitoris, was so 
entranced by the sight of her parents fucking, she didn't realize she had 
also had a minor orgasm of sorts. It had never occurred to her to even try 
taking a man's penis in her rectum, and she was certain Hank Justin would 
never have suggested it to her, because she knew her asshole was so much 
tinier than her vaginal opening, and he had forewarned her, the first time 
they fitted his stiff length of fleshy prod into the narrow osculum that was 
her cunt the stretching would be uncomfortable, at best. How much more 
uncomfortable would it feel to have a penis in that tiny little tunnel in 
her rear. Yet her mother had handled it with no trouble whatsoever, loving 
it even when it seemed to hurt. As far as Jo-Ann was concerned, this meant 
she ought to be able to handle Hank's penis anywhere in her body. 

Turning, the lovely golden-haired imp made her way back up to her bedroom 
where she slid between the sheets. Her orgasm had overpowered her and she 
was now more tired than she had believed. Slowly she began drifting off to 
dreamland, but not before she was aware of her parents coming into her room 
to cheek on her. 

"Look at her," her mother was whispering, "Doesn't she look like an angel?" 

"Yes," her father nodded. "To think, someday she'll grow up." 

"And some man will do to her what you do to me," the mother smiled. 

"I'll kill the son of a bitch first," Jo-Ann's father growled, and then the 
lovely blonde was asleep. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Aroused as she was by the sight of her parents, Jo-Ann managed to keep 
secret what she had seen until the fifth day following the start of her 
period, by which time said period was over. She and Hank Justin had seen 
each other, and she had found it intriguing to be with the older man and not 
do anything physical. The young girl discovered how much she simply enjoyed 
Hank's company, thinking of him as a kind of second father when he wasn't 
erotically handling her. They went walking for a whole afternoon, once she 
had finished her home chores. But she had been anticipating the end of her 
period, and it had finally come. 

That morning, once her parents were gone, Jo-Ann had followed Hank's 
instructions concerning the washing out of her vagina. Then she had hurried 
to his house, dressed only in a small blue halter and blue shorts, wearing 
only rubber sandals on her feet. That was when she told the older man about 
what she had witnessed between her parents. 

"Yes," Hank had nodded. "People do occasionally fuck that way. I don't think 
you're anywhere near ready for it, though. When you are ready for it, if you 
want, I'll do it to you. But for today, I think we should concentrate on 
something that will be pure fun for the both of us." 

"You said it would hurt a little," Jo-Ann reminded him. 

"Only the first time," he assured her, "and if done right, the hurt will go 
away quickly and be replaced by pleasure. Are you really sure this is what 
you want to do?" 

"Yes," Jo-Ann breathed in reply. 

The two of them were standing in Hank's kitchen, and he produced the plastic 
holder with the birth control pills. They agreed it would be wiser to keep 
the pills here in Hank's house. She would stop by every day, and whether or 
not they actually did anything, she would take a pill. 

As she swallowed it with a glass of water, a little thrill of wonderfully 
forbidden desire coursed through her nymph-like form. It was the thrill of 
taking the next monumental step in her young life after having learned how 
to perform fellatio. As a result, she felt a sexually arousing thrill far 
stronger than anything she had ever previously felt. In the core of her 
youthfully maturing body she felt a molten heat the like of which she had 
never previously known. She was at an age where what had once been a mystery 
to her was finally becoming knowledge. The lovely blonde girl was certain 
one or two of her other friends already knew some of the things she knew, 
even if they hadn't actually indulged in them as she had. It would be a 
treat to stand and listen to the other girls talk about what they imagined 
sex to be like, while silently knowing all about it, herself. Yes, she 
wanted to be fucked. Fucked! What a lovely word. It had always seemed like 
such a dirty word before. Now it sounded so wonderful. Her breasts, still 
really undeveloped save for a slight swelling, had nipples that were 
beginning to grow as long as the top joint of her little finger. She knew 
her buttocks were starting to round out much like her mother's, and though 
she really had no hair on her pussy, it, too, would shortly start to grow. 
More than all this, she had discovered how strong was her need for sex. 
Youthful as she was, she was passionate, perhaps even more passionate than 
her mother. 

The images forming in the lovely blonde girl's youthful brain were already 
beginning to have certain physical effects on her - images of what she and 
Hank had done, as well as images of what the pair of them intended doing. 
She inwardly felt a gentle twitching in the shuddering depths of her 
quivering belly, and the soft pink lips between her slender, girlish thighs 
began leaking, secreting heavy droplets of hot, wet, sticky vaginal oil. It 
was a secretion far stronger than anything she had ever previously felt, and 
this caused her to unconsciously tighten and loosen the muscles in her 
cuntal depths until they were moving in a sexual cadence. Her girlish 
nipples were already hardening under her halter as the picture of what she 
and Hank would shortly be doing sharpened in her mind. Looking down, she saw 
the stiff cock of the older man pressing against his pants, and she knew he 
was as aroused as she. It thrilled her that much more to know that she, a 
young pubescent girl, was capable of arousing so much desire in this 
handsome older man. 

Hank moved over to her and put his arm around Jo-Ann's shoulder, sensing the 
way the lovely young blonde was trembling as something deep and animalistic 
began taking control of her sexy young body. For the umpteenth time he 
chastised himself for allowing himself to feel as he did about a girl this 
young, and yet he was unable to help himself. He had discovered her to be 
more sensuous and desirable than any woman he had ever previously known. It 
wouldn't be long now. Soon the hammerhead of his throbbing cock would be 
smashing its way through the membranous barrier in her narrowly tight cunt, 
and he would be thrilling to the vaginal pressure she would exert on his 
massive organ. 

Picking her up, he carried her trembling young body upstairs, telling Pretty 
to stay downstairs. The dog didn't need to be told. She didn't like going 
upstairs during the day. He carried Jo-Ann into the bedroom where he'd had 
the sheets pulled back, ready and waiting, and deposited her on the bed, 
sitting beside her. The man began stroking the young girl's shoulder, 
allowing his hand to slide slowly and lightly down the length of her arm, 
moving more slowly than ever before, as if he had never touched her. He was 
well aware the tips of his fingers were having an electric effect on the 
lovely young girl as she leaned toward him and buried her beautiful face 
against his chest while her hands clutched at the tee shirt he was wearing. 
He sensed a quickening of her breath as he continued stroking her. 

Bringing his hand up, he slid it across her slender back now, then let his 
fingers move down, down, down, almost to the curve of her sweet young 
buttocks only to bring it up once again and tease along the ridge of her 
backbone. All the while he breathed heavily into her golden hair, whispering 
to her, "The time has come, Jo-Ann. Just you and me. We don't have to wait 
any longer. Believe me, I've done this with countless women and every one of 
them loved it. It's the most wonderful thing that can happen between a male 
and a female. You're going to love it, Jo-Ann. You'll love it more than 
having your cunt lapped, or sucking my cock. Just tell me one more time that 
you're certain you're ready. I don't want you thinking I'm forcing you into 
this." 

"You're not forcing me, Hank," she replied in a soft, girlish voice. I want 
you to fuck me!" 

She was panting more and more heavily, breathing hot fire through the thin 
fabric of his tee shirt. She knew precisely what he was saying, knew the 
implications of it, and knew the answer she had given, and as a result her 
heart began beating that much more quickly. 

This all seemed so right. Nothing had ever seemed more right. Having seen 
her parents in action, and having indulged in sex to some slight degree, she 
had to know it all. She didn't want to grow up like other girls, learning 
about sex through frustrated groping in parked cars. She wanted to do 
everything, and she wanted to do it all with Hank, a man who really knew 
what he was doing. Some girls thought they needed some kind of excuse to 
indulge in something like this, but Jo-Ann knew the only reason for doing 
something like this, was simply because she wanted to do it, and she enjoyed 
it. The fact that she had seen her mother doing it merely reassured her 
there was nothing wrong with it. She found herself quivering with arousal, 
knowing for certain the moment of her initiation into actual fucking was at 
hand. She looked forward to it, welcoming it with open arms, or in this 
case, with open legs. 

Hank sensed the internal fires burning within the lovely young girl, but 
then he would never have suggested they go this far had he not been 
absolutely certain of her. At this moment she was ready, really primed, and 
he knew what she had seen with her parents had aroused her that much more. 
He gently moved his hand to her rounded young shoulder again, and then 
lightly let his palm drift down until it was resting flatly against her 
young breast. He rubbed the nipple with his open palm again and again, as he 
had done so often, feeling the shivers charge through the girl. It wasn't as 
if he hadn't done this before, but this time they both knew what he was 
doing would lead to the ultimate act - the act for which she had girded 
herself by taking the pill. His thumb depressed the hardened young nipple, 
his heart pounding that much more wildly in his chest and the stallion-thick 
cock leaping like a wild beast seeking to escape from his trousers. 

'Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssss...' Jo-Ann thought, feeling all kinds of tingling 
sensations charging uncontrollably through her quivering young body. 

Yes, yes, she wanted more, much more. She knew she was going to love it, 
just as her mother loved having a penis in her rectal opening. 

'I'm going to be fucked. Fucked! What more wonderful thing in the world is 
there?' 

The handsome older man continued to skillfully stroke her nipples, 
compressing his fingers around the rubbery extensions all the more firmly. 
He felt the way they welled up inside the halter top that all but lay flatly 
against her body. Then, as his fingers had done so often before, they dipped 
into the halter to touch the bare smoothness of her silken young flesh. 

Jo-Ann's hips began helplessly writhing on the bed, spiraling in delight 
because of what she was feeling. She turned her lovely body a bit more 
toward Hank, her sweet face lifting, her eyes softly closed. He leaned 
forward and covered her mouth with kisses, flicking his tongue between her 
teeth, letting it rest against her own oral organ and the two of them licked 
and kissed hungrily, silently exchanging vows of carnality. 

His fingers were now firmly pinching the solid bud of her shuddering nipple, 
squeezing almost to the point of pain, letting Jo-Ann understand why her 
mother had asked her father to "hurt her" when fucking her in the. ass. 
There was a point at which pain became arousingly pleasant. All the while 
Hank's tongue continued to probe mercilessly in and out of the lovely 
pony-tailed girl's young mouth. She made tiny excited purring sounds. 

His strong hands slid from her tiny halter and moved lower, touching the 
flesh of her bare thigh, sliding along her heated young skin, moving higher 
and higher under the loose legband of her summer shorts. 

Farther and farther his fingers moved, causing the lovely girl to shiver 
with continually mounting passion and erotic arousal. Then the tips of his 
fingers, as they had done before, were touching the damp crotch of her 
panties. His practiced digits slid beneath the elastic and began rubbing 
teasingly, moving up and down the wet, hairless little crack of her sodden 
vaginal slash as Jo-Ann automatically spread her thighs to help him that 
much more. 

Good as it had felt all the other times, it felt that much better today to 
the young blonde. She was drunk with passion, aroused as never before, his 
fingers, to her, feeling so much better than when she had titillated her own 
clitoris that previous Saturday night. Ohhhh yesssssss ... she was going to 
become a whole woman, at last. 

The strong seemingly penis-like probing of his driving fingers pushed the 
passion-drenched crotchband of her filmy pink panties aside, and Hank 
extended his expert middle finger, letting it slip into the wetly trembling 
center of the lovely girl's virginal pussy. This time he pushed the 
fingertip in strongly, deeply, not stopping until it had encountered the 
elasticity of her virginal membrane. Then he slid the finger back and out, 
letting it move higher until it began massaging the tiny bud of her 
clitoris, feeling her drenching oils follow his manual digit. He gripped the 
clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly, making 
Jo-Ann gasp aloud. Then he alternately stroked and tweaked it again and 
again. He was exciting her by the feel of what he was doing, and he was 
becoming more and more aroused by her youthful softness as well as the 
vibrating shudders coming from her firm young body. His breath came in heavy 
pants, his tongue plunging between her lips, fucking her mouth as 
mercilessly as his cock had done twice before. 

There was no stopping the two of them now, and both, the man and the young 
girl knew it. There was only one ending to all this; one fulfillment; one 
finality to what had all started out when Jo-Ann had teasingly come to him 
the previous week and asked him to do with her what he had done with Susan. 
Jo-Ann didn't feel fear. She had seen Susan's reaction and knew her own 
would be equally strong. She was a sensual female, and if pain had to be 
endured for her to attain that ultimate pleasure, then so be it! Susan had 
cried out with bliss. So had her mother. There was no reason on earth why 
she ought not to do the same. The sooner it happened, the sooner she would 
know what it was like to really be a fulfilled young woman. 

Hank made her lie back on the firm foam-rubber mattress, his probing middle 
finger continuing to tantalize her naked clitoris, his tongue continuing to 
rub in and out of her mouth as his cock had previously done, enjoying the 
sensual way she sucked on the lingual organ, much the way she had sucked on 
his cock. Abruptly, he pulled his hungering lips from hers, then hoisted 
himself to his knees above her supine young form. His feverish fingers went 
to work, unsnapping the buttons on her shorts, hooking into the waistband of 
the garment as well as the waistband of her bikini panties. Slowly, oh, so 
slowly he began sliding the shorts and soft panties down over her youthfully 
firm, albeit trembling thighs and knees. Obediently the trembling young 
blonde arched her lovely back and lifted her buttocks in order to help him. 
Once again the loveliness of her bare vagina came into view, more arousing 
than any cunt he had ever seen with hair around it. He felt thrilled and 
excited, more desirous than ever, knowing he was shortly going to plumb 
those tight and luscious depths. 

Finally he slipped her shorts and panties from her ankles, tugging them off 
and tossing them to the floor. Jo-Ann lurched, sitting up, panting heavily 
as she pulled on her halter before realizing she had to unsnap, it. This she 
did, slipping it from her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Then. she lay 
down again. She was once again totally naked and lying on Hank's bed, 
completely at the man's hungering mercy. He sat there, drinking in her 
youthful loveliness, accepting her delightfully tender nubile form. She 
watched the way he looked at her, feeling her vagina grow wet because of the 
inner excitement she was feeling. 

The beautifully aroused young girl began feeling new kinds of spasmodic 
jolts ripple through her naked pussy, and she realized she was having a 
mini-orgasm merely from having Hank stare at her. She shuddered even more 
when his hands reached out and flatly impressed themselves against the small 
swells that would one day grow into large, round firm breasts. Her lack of 
mammary flesh didn't seem to bother him at all. She heard him gasp with 
delight when he pressed his palms against the satin loveliness while he 
pressed against the budding rubberiness of her extended nipples. Then he 
once again began rolling his fingers across the diamond-like buds of 
innocence, tweaking them to a state of even far greater arousal. Thrill 
followed thrill as he once again lowered his head, pressing his lips to her 
chest so that his mouth was able to nurse on the extended nipples. His 
hungry oral cave opened wide, then clamped down on the throbbing buds as he 
flicked maddeningly with his tongue and built arousal that much more 
strongly inside her. 

Jo-Ann groaned again, her hips beginning a slow and undulating rhythm on the 
bed, a rhythm that was instinctive in all women who had the urge to be 
fucked, 

Hank continued sucking the young girl's nipple while he moved closer to her 
on the bed, moaning out his excitement at the perfection of her youthful 
body. His hands removed themselves from her at that moment, and Jo-Ann, with 
her eyes closed, was aware the man was hastily undressing. He was on his 
feet next to the bed, and he said to her, "Take a good look at it, honey. 
Look at the cock you've sucked twice, and know it's the one that's going to 
pierce that wonderful little love-tunnel of yours." 

The desire maddened young girl slowly opened her lovely eyes and stared at 
him. She saw him kneeling on the edge of the bed beside her, his body was 
naked as hers, his face grimacing with as much desire as she. Her gaze moved 
along the length of his muscular form and came to rest on the fulcrum of his 
body. She stared at the thickly swollen, solidly enlarged, purple-headed 
phallic fencepost she had already taken into her mouth twice before. Just 
looking at it made her salivate and she drew her breath sharply inward, her 
eyes wide with lust. She had sucked it, tasted it, drank the essences that 
came from its tip, and still merely looking at it took her breath away. She 
wanted to feel it in the depths of her vagina. 

Lord! After having seen her father's, Jo-Ann realized just how much larger 
this penis was. It was the first cock she had seen up close, the only one in 
fact, since her father's had been across the room. At the moment it looked 
more immense, harder, more blood-filled and swollen and desirable than at 
any other time. She imagined that monstrous shaft burying its full length as 
far as possible in the soft and fleshy depths of her tantalizing vagina, and 
a quiver of longing vibrated through her. Yet she wondered how her narrow 
canal was going to open wide enough to handle such a monster. 

Her body temporarily went rigid on the bed as her mouth opened in awe. Yes, 
it was hers, all hers! She was going to have it buried in the center of her 
being. 

"You just relax, gorgeous little girl," the handsome man panted, staring at 
her. "The pain will be minimal, and over with before you know it. After 
that, it'll be pure pleasure. Trust me!" 

His words had a relaxing effect on the lovely little nymphet and her 
tantalizing body slowly relaxed. He had promised to keep the pain down, and 
if he said he would do it, then she believed him. She trusted Hank Justin. 

Once again the roaring desire for his cock consumed her inner self and she 
acted as if she had been mesmerized by his magic wand. Her imagination was 
running wild as her mind pictured how it would feel to have such a monster 
inside her. She was certain she was already able to feel the joy it 
promised. 

Dreamily she watched this older man, who had become her lover, hoist himself 
beside her, lying down next to her own form. His head once again moved to 
her chest, his mouth wandering willy-nilly across her breasts, his tongue 
licking at the upstanding nipples. 

She moaned softly with inner desire as she watched the way he tongued first 
one nipple, then the other, sucking each into his hungering mouth. He licked 
and sucked at the rigid points until she ached to scream because of the 
thrilling pleasure she was feeling coursing through her vibrating form. 
Though he had thrilled her with his kisses before, the knowledge that he was 
about to fuck her heightened her senses that much more. 

Hank's eyes stared hungrily at the lovely whitish pink of the lovely 
blonde's outer labia lined in the center with a deep rich pink. Her slender 
thighs had a whiteness to them down to where her shorts normally ended, and 
from there on down, her legs were hued a rich bronze. But between those 
luscious white thighs was her treasure trove, coral, cute, open to his eyes, 
not hidden in any way by hair that would one day grow around it. 

Jesus! She was one beautiful young girl, really beautiful. He had never 
known a full-grown woman to be as delightfully exciting as this sweet and 
innocent girl. That cunt - that tight pussy - God! He had tasted it twice, 
and it had a flavor that was so rich and tantalizing, he would have crammed 
his mouth against it once more had he not intended to use his cock there. 
The sight of it, so cute ... just waiting for his throbbing prick, had him 
boiling over. 

The man's hungering brain was a boiling ocean of wanton lust. He spread the 
lovely slender thighs wider apart, really exposing the full splendor of her 
inner labia, letting his eyes feast themselves on the luscious beauty 
within. Then he hoisted himself directly over her, moving between her 
palpitating young loins, inching slowly forward so that the purple head of 
his throbbing phallus just touched the moistness of her delightfully pink 
crack. She began jerking convulsively the instant she felt the initial 
contact and quivered as the head of his cock slowly forced her tenderly 
narrow lips to widen. Her clutching little tunnel found itself being made 
wide and wider, and a tremor of fear passed through her. She didn't know if 
she would be able to withstand this much longer. The inner stretching was 
uncomfortable. Granted, she felt no real pain yet, but she imagined that she 
would feel the hurt as the penis sank deeper. 

Her body shook and trembled when the cock-head touched her still-intact, 
stretched-across hymen, and she moaned loudly, her head wildly flailing from 
side to side, her pony-tailed blonde hair whipping about her beautiful young 
face. Her tiny nipples bobbled a little, betraying the fact that her breasts 
were somewhat more swollen than she had believed. Shuddering, she prepared 
for the first complete invasion of her vagina by a penis. 

Hank would have thrust his penis solidly into her, snapping the cherry 
instantly had she been an adult woman, but because she was still growing and 
so inwardly narrow, he controlled that powerful erotic desire to thrust 
firmly into her. This time it all had to be done slowly to keep her tunnel 
from widening too quickly, thus causing her heavy bleeding. Being gentle 
with her would pay off, since he intended fucking her as much as possible 
for at least the rest of the summer. 

Drawing back a little, he once again pushed the rock-hard head of his 
phallus into the narrowly tight and elastic hole of her squeezing little 
cunt, holding his breath to maintain perfect control. The man's powerful 
knees were placed so they held the luscious young blonde's thighs wide open, 
keeping her tight pussy available to the driving length of his solid cock. 
The hollows of her sculptured inner loins jerked strongly, drawing his body 
ever closer between them as if he were being pulled into her by an 
electromagnet. He pressed forward every-so-slowly, shoving more and more of 
his magnificently throbbing phallus into the tightness of her 
never-before-breached vagina. He watched her youthful face grimace as she 
struggled beneath him, feeling mild pain that would shortly, very shortly 
turn into unchained and totally unleashed and maddening passion. 

Finally, at last, as the lovely girl felt she was ready to scream, something 
inside her gave. It hurt even more, but it was only for an instant, and then 
the pain began slowly diminishing. The mighty truncheon now powered forward, 
sinking deeper and deeper until it was finally buried to its full length in 
the teeming center of her. Her clasping pussy tightly clamped itself around 
the organ, sucking on it as eagerly as her mouth had done. 

Jo-Ann, her body oscillating between agony and passion, felt the mighty 
muscle filling her with its massivity, an organ that was swollenly thick and 
hard. Her inner muscles, which she had unconsciously exercised earlier, now 
worked around the fence-post of cock, clinging hungrily, anxiously to it, 
overwhelming her with a feeling of completion now that the pain was 
disappearing. God! It was good, really good, and the pain only made her 
appreciate it this first time that much more. The thick priapic probe was 
much more than she had ever dreamed. There had been pain, as he had warned 
her, but because he had warned her, she had been ready for it, possibly 
expecting much more. As a result, there was no sweeping agony. Young as she 
was, and narrowly tight as she was, Jo-Ann realized her cunt was holding the 
entire length and breadth of the man's throbbing cock, and since she was 
able to handle all of him, she knew the rapture would build higher and 
higher. 

Slowly now, easily, not wanting to frighten her, the man started sliding his 
throbbing organ backward until all but the cock-head was out of her. Then he 
fucked that marvelous pillar right back into her young, gloriously taut twat 
using careful, even, lengthy grinding strokes. Every fiber in her youthful 
body clamored for more, and Hank in order to hold back that part of him 
screaming for immediate release, tried concentrating on something other than 
what he was doing. Somehow he had to alleviate the great pressure building 
in his balls without coming too quickly. He had to make this really good for 
Jo-Ann. 

The thick length of his burning phallus once again sank into the deep 
recesses of the lovely, squirming young blonde's vaginal trough, retreated, 
and then submerged again, the head butting against the back wall of her 
vaginal interior. The hot, wet walls of her ever-intensifying cunt began 
tightening that much more strongly around the hardened length and girth of 
the mighty column. 

"Ohh hhhh ... hhhhha aaaaaa nnnnnh hhhhh ... wow wwwwww wwwww!" the young 
girl gasped. "It's good, really good. Cuntlapping was terrific, but this ... 
this is something I was never able to imagine. Gee! I never realized it was 
this good. I'm glad you introduced me to fucking, Hank. I'm really glad." 

"Not as glad as I am," he gasped. 

"I'm ... uhhhhh ... almost there," she told him. I think ... if you come ... 
it'll trigger me. Come inside me, Hank. I want to know what it feels like to 
have that tasty sperm jetting through me. Oh, wow! I can hardly wait!" 

Her words drove the handsome man into a fevered pitch, making him move his 
body that much more swiftly. She had told him she wanted him to climax, and 
climax he would, right inside her. Her hot cunt was completely fastened to 
his throbbing cock now and there was no need for him to hold back. Being 
tender at this point would be a waste. What they both needed for a 
satisfactory orgasm was a hard-driving series of slams. 

Hank began slamming his pulsating wand into the sodden depths of her sucking 
cunt, nailing it in as deep and as hard as possible, driving every last 
millimeter of his thick steampole all the way into her youthful belly, 
feeling the tight walls of her sucking interior all but skin the outer layer 
of flesh from his prick. The gigantic, swollen sac of his weighty testicles 
rammed against her wetly quivering flesh, moving between her widespread legs 
as he machine-gunned his throbbing poker in and out of her, withdrawing, 
ramming forward, withdrawing, ramming forward. Faster and faster his mighty 
cock continued slamming into the narrow tunnel, widening her two pairs of 
labia as she heaved and bucked under him over and over. She was a young mare 
under a stud stallion, rapidly learning alt the movements involved in sexual 
union, her thighs now locked firmly around his hard-driving hips. Hank knew 
he was going to fire at any moment. 

Abruptly, he found himself spurting, the fountain of his hard cock jerking 
out of control into the softness of her elastic vagina, feeling her convulse 
with him. 

"HHHHHHA AAAIII YYYYYA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAANNN NGGGGH HHHAAA RRRRRG GGGHHH 
UUUUUW WWWAAA ANNNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA AAGGGG HHHHH!" Hank bellowed as great 
waves of delight swirled through his testicles each time he fired another 
salvo of fiery sperm into the young girl's receptive pussy. 

He splashed fluid into her again and again, a never-ending flow of white 
fluid filling her girlish center. The semen overflowed and dripped out of 
her, falling in a pool on the sheet beneath her quivering ass and thighs as 
she heaved her crotch upward again and again. 

Now it was Jo-Ann's turn. She was aware of the searing heat of his seminal 
fluid splashing against the walls of her interior self, and that was when 
her own gasping orgasm finally took place, far greater than anything she had 
ever previously known when he had used his tongue or she had sucked his 
cock. 

"EEEEEI IIIIIY YYYAAA IIIIIG GGGHHHHHHAAAA IIIIIE EEEEY YYYYYA AAAIII YYYYAA 
AAAGGG GGHHHH WWWWWAAAAII IIIIII YYYYYA AAGGGG HHH" she shrieked out her 
release, letting him know how totally fulfilled she felt as her entire frame 
quivered with wave after wave of blissfully delightful sensation pouring 
over and through her. 

At long last it was over, and the man collapsed on top of the pretty blonde 
girl. He lay there for uncounted minutes, and Jo-Ann was astonished to. 
realize she was able to hold his weight. As time passed, her strength waned, 
and he began getting heavy. By then, he rolled off. 

"Golly!" she smiled. "So that's what it's all about." 

"That's what it's all about," he nodded, taking a Wet One from a container 
on the night stable near his bed and wiping his groin, letting her see the 
light smear of her virginal blood. "The only difference is, now you won't 
have to worry about pain. In the future it will all be pleasure." 

"Do I have to take a pill just before we do it each time?" she asked. 

"One pill a day takes care of everything," he assured her. 

"Hey, I liked it a lot," she admitted. "But this doesn't mean I want to give 
up all the other things we've learned." 

"Don't be silly," he laughed. "We can do a little bit of everything. In 
fact, now that you no longer have a hymen, I can teach you how to douche. 
Once we've douched all that sperm and virginal blood out of you, and I've 
regained some of my strength, I'll want to do a little feeding." 

"Oh, my, yes, I'd like that," Jo-Ann nodded. 

He ushered her into the bathroom and showed her how to use the syringe bag, 
and as she sat in the bathtub, cleaning out her interior, Jo-Ann smiled to 
herself, thinking, 'I believed this was going to be a dull summer. Goes to 
show how wrong a girl can be.' 

This was only the beginning of the summer, too. 

CHAPTER SIX 

If there was one girl Jo-Ann had wished had gone away for the summer it was 
Maggie Troy. Maggie was one year older than her sister Mary, who was Jo-Ann 
Carlton's best friend. But in order to send Mary to summer camp, Maggie's 
parents had to keep their elder daughter home. 

Maggie was almost two inches taller than Jo-Ann, and her hair was a slightly 
darker blonde. Unlike her chunky sister, she was skinny, skinnier than 
Jo-Ann, and yet for all her thinness she had started rounding out very 
nicely. Facially she had the misfortune to resemble her father rather than 
her mother, which meant she had a long nose and thin lips. Her father was a 
handsome man, but he would have made an awful-looking woman. As a result, 
Maggie was a far- from-beautiful girl. This caused her to develop an 
inferiority complex, and this, in turn made her pick on all of her sister's 
friends even though her mother had promised that when her nose had stopped 
growing, she would take Maggie to a plastic surgeon. So day after day during 
the school year Maggie would pick on her prettier sister and pick even more 
on the beautiful Jo-Ann. Was it therefore any wonder that Jo-Ann wanted 
nothing to do with Maggie during the summer vacation? 

However, Maggie, like Jo-Ann, was home all the time, and she lived down the 
block from Hank Justin's home. As a result, she saw Jo-Ann going there all 
the time. At first, she thought it was because the younger girl wanted to 
play with Pretty, the dog. But when she saw Jo-Ann go into the house day 
after day, and Pretty remained out in the yard, she knew it was something 
more. 

Maggie, for all her obnoxious behavior, was an extremely intelligent girl, 
and as a result was a year ahead of other girls her age in school, which 
meant she was two years ahead of Jo-Ann. This also meant she was privy to 
discussions that went on between girls older than herself, and Maggie had 
more than an inkling as to what sex was all about, though no boy had so much 
as hinted he was interested in her. Quite naturally, Maggie became somewhat 
of a prude outwardly, since if boys showed no interest in her, she, in turn, 
refused to show an interest in them, But internally she was burning up with 
curiosity. 

It followed then that when Maggie saw Jo-Ann going into Hank Justin's home 
day after day she began to suspect what was going on. Her initial 
inclination had been to tell her parents who, in turn, would tell Jo-Ann's 
parents. That would fix that little brat. But without realizing it, Maggie 
had reached what might be called the reasoning age. She reasoned that it 
would do her no good to tell on Jo-Ann since all it would do would be to get 
Jo-Ann, and possibly Hank Justin, in hot water. The idea was to get Jo-Ann 
out of the picture but at the same time keep Hank Justin around and make use 
of him herself. So telling her parents was out. But being an avid watcher of 
TV, Maggie understood the word blackmail, and she was going to blackmail 
Jo-Ann into letting her learn whatever it was Jo-Ann was learning from Hank. 
She knew she was no raving beauty, but if she was able to make Hank Justin 
do "things" with her, she'd be able to forget about how plain she was. 

So the Monday following Jo-Ann's defloration, when the younger blonde, 
dressed in her halter and shorts was walking toward Hank's house, Maggie, 
coming from the opposite direction, intercepted her. The taller, older girl 
was proud of her developing breasts and wore no bra under her white t-shirt. 
Her dark nipples stood out clearly against the shirt, but she seemed not to 
notice. 

"Well, well, well, going back to Hank's house again, huh, Miss Smarty 
Pants?" 

"Hank's a nice man," Jo-Ann defended. "He let's me play with Pretty. He'd 
let you play with her too, but you don't like dogs." 

"Pretty? Who do you think you're kidding. I've seen that dog running around 
the yard while you're in the house with the door closed." 

Jo-Ann felt a cold hand clammily constrict around her heart. The rotten kid 
knew, and what was more, it seemed as if she was threatening to tell her 
parents. 

"You're inside with Hank," Maggie went on. "What's more, I know what the two 
of you are doing. I'll bet you screw." 

"Hush!" Jo-Ann gasped. "You don't know what you're saying." 

"Sure I do," Maggie teased. "Jo-Ann and Hank screw-ew," she sang out loud. 

"Stop that!" Jo-Ann insisted. 

"I'll stop it," Maggie told her. "I'll stop it as soon as you go inside and 
you tell Hank that I want some of whatever he's giving you. If you don't 
tell him, I'll tell the whole neighborhood what you're doing." 

"You're terrible," Jo-Ann gasped. 

"Well, why should you have all the fun?" Maggie wanted to know. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Well I'll talk to Hank," Jo-Ann said. "You wait here, and I'll see what he 
has to say." 

"If you don't come out in five minutes I'm going to scream it out to the 
whole neighborhood," Maggie insisted. 

"You just take it easy," Jo-Ann told her, opening the gate, walking inside, 
and closing it. 

Maggie knew the closing of the gate was not symbolically telling her to 
shove off. Jo-Ann and Hank were always worried Pretty might get away. If she 
did, she wouldn't be back for two or three hours. Granted, Maggie would have 
liked to see Pretty disappear forever, but she knew if she hinted as much to 
Hank she would never get in on any of the fun he and Jo-Ann were probably 
having. 

Jo-Ann hurried inside without knocking, running up to Hank and kissing him 
solidly on the mouth as she did every morning. She told him what had just 
transpired with Maggie, and he nodded, saying, "Don't worry. Maggie's a 
lonely kid who needs some friends. She's not nearly as ugly as she believes. 
Once a doctor gets to work on that nose of hers, she'll be more than 
passingly pretty. If she wants in on the fun, I say okay, provided she can 
keep her mouth shut, and provided the two of you can come here without being 
observed by any other neighbors. In fact, we can do something different 
today. You know how you've always wondered why I enjoy eating your pussy so 
much? Well, here's your chance to find out." And he outlined his plan to 
her. 

Jo-Ann listened, made a face of distaste, finally smiled, and nodded, 
agreeing she would try anything Hank told her to try. Then she went outside 
and beckoned to Maggie to come in. As Maggie closed the gate and came toward 
the house, Jo-Ann opened the front door and let Pretty outside. The 
black-and-tan dog barked loudly at Maggie, then went sniffing through the 
yard while the older blonde went into the house and Jo-Ann shut the door. 

"We're going to let you in on what you term the fun," Hank told Maggie, "but 
only on two conditions. First, you must never tell anyone, not a single 
soul, about what we do. You can't even talk about it with Jo-Ann outside 
this house." 

"Well, I guess that's fair," Maggie nodded. 

"Second, like Jo-Ann, you have to promise to do everything I tell you to do. 
Everything!" 

"What does that mean?" 

"First, promise!" 

"Well, I'd like to know what I'm promising." 

"Gee, you can see I always come back for more," Jo-Ann insisted. "If you 
promise to do everything Hank says, believe me, you'll also come back for 
more." 

"Okay," Maggie sullenly nodded. "But you'd better not hurt me." 

"To begin with, I think you girls ought to familiarize yourselves with one 
another," Hank told them. "So get undressed, and then you can eventually 
both indulge in cunnilingus and see why I love it so much." 

"Cunniwhatsis?" Maggie asked. 

"He wants us to get undressed, lie down, and kiss each other on our private 
parts," Jo-Ann explained. "I've never done it before, but I think I'd like 
to give it a try." 

"That's crazy!" Maggie gasped. "I don't want to put my mouth down there on 
you. It's dirty!" 

"It is not!" Jo-Ann snapped defensively. "I'm nice and clean. If anyone's 
dirty down there it has to be you." 

"Not me!" Maggie insisted. "Mommy taught me how to wash down there each time 
I pee. I'm always nice and clean," 

"Well, then, you're both nice and clean," Hank said to them. "How about 
getting down to business!" 

"Well," Jo-Ann teased. "Why should the two of us get undressed while you 
stay there with your clothes on? Don't you think you should undress, too?" 

"If it'll make you girls feel any better, I'll undress along with the two of 
you. Come on, let's go up to bedroom." 

Maggie was feeling more than a little jumpy, but followed the other two up 
to the bedroom. When she saw them unhesitatingly taking off their clothes, 
she finally undressed, too. But as she stood nakedly in front of Hank, 
seeing his long penis dangling between his thighs, she suddenly felt so 
terribly helpless, and she raised an arm to cover her breasts, breasts that 
were blossoming very nicely. The brown nipples were thicker than Jo-Ann's, 
and Hank knew when the girl was properly aroused her nipples would be 
considerably longer than Jo-Ann's. In spite of her long nose, she had 
sensuous eyes, and as a result Hank felt himself becoming aroused looking at 
Maggie. Her pubis was sprinkled with dark-blonde hair, but it was so sparse, 
he was able to see her pussylips almost as clearly as Jo-Ann's. 

Maggie felt her heart thudding inside her when she realized Hank was looking 
at her. For the first time a man looked at her like something more than a 
freak. He actually seemed aroused at the sight of her, and it both, 
thrilled, and unnerved her. 

"I've n-never done anything like this before," she said, as if by way of an 
apology. "I mean, I hear girls talking about it, and I've even seen one or 
two magazines that explain how it should be done, but I've never done it." 

She began feeling more anxious than ever with the, man continually staring 
at her nakedness. She saw the way he was licking his lips and it frightened 
her more than a little, making her think she was some kind of main course at 
a banquet rather than a sexual delight. Her knees became like rubber, and 
reaching out, she held onto the bed headboard to keep herself from falling 
down. Then she looked at Jo-Ann, hoping the younger girl might say something 
to help her through this situation. 

Jo-Ann had seen the way Maggie's firm breasts wobbled under her t-shirt, but 
this was the first time she had actually seen her naked. Though she had seen 
other girls in her gym shower room totally naked, this was the first time a 
naked female body actually had an effect on her. For the first time she saw 
a nude girl's body differently than she always had, before. She found 
herself looking at Maggie as a man might. Having been touched and felt by a 
man who really knew what he was doing, she began to understand just how men 
looked at women. She felt slightly jealous of Maggie because Maggie already 
had nicely swollen breasts. True, Maggie's breasts were nowhere near as 
large as her mother's, but they were still full and complete, and even if 
they never grew any larger, each was still more than any man might fit in 
his mouth. Hank had always jestingly told her not to grow too large a 
breast, claiming, "More than a man can fit in his mouth is waste." 

Maggie's nipples, though chocolate when compared to the pink strawberries 
Jo-Ann had were much thicker, and each areola was so much larger than the 
ones sported by Jo-Ann. 

Jo-Ann did learn on thing about Maggie she hadn't known before. When in her 
backyard, alone behind the eight foot wooden fence, she sunbathed in the 
raw, because she was tan all over with no white stripes on her. Her flesh 
was clear, firm, unmarred by pimples, and she already had nicely rounded 
hips. Her behind was larger than Jo-Ann's, and the younger girl realized it 
wasn't because the other girl had a fat ass, but rather a nicely rounded 
one. 

"Hey, stop worrying," Jo-Ann whispered to the older girl, feeling the 
littlest bit of kinship to her now that the two of them were about to share 
an experience with Hank. "This is all going to be fun 'cause Hank really 
knows how to make a girl feel good, really good." 

"Jo-Ann keeps coming back for more," Hank said. 'so I must be doing 
something right." 

As Hank had instructed, Jo-Ann was standing near Maggie, and under Hank's 
orders, she reached out and pressed her palm flatly against the older girl's 
nipple, feeling what it was like to cup a round breast in her hand. 
Remembering what Hank always did with her, she began rubbing her hand in 
circles, and as a result little ripples of pleasure began flaring in the 
hidden depths of Maggie's young body. 

Jo-Ann took one of Maggie's hands and all but forced the older girl to press 
her palm against her own breast. Jo-Ann's nipple popped out the instant 
Maggie's hand flatly pressed it. For a moment Jo-Ann thought Maggie might 
try to back out, but no, when Jo-Ann took her hand from Maggie's, the older 
girl not only kept her palm pressed against Jo-Ann's breast, but began 
imitating the younger girl's circular motions. 

Jo-Ann felt Maggie's nipples swelling, and she was surprised at their length 
when they achieved turgidity. They were long, brown little fingers, nearly 
twice the length of Jo-Ann's, and certainly much, much thicker. Maggie read 
the envy in Jo-Ann's eyes, envy she had never seen in anyone's eyes before. 
Imagine, someone was actually jealous of her. It felt really good. She was 
going to like this. She was going to like it a lot. 

Hank found himself staring at the bodies of the two females, one a nymphet 
about to sprout, the other a little sprite already in the process of 
blossoming. Hell! He had already fucked one of them and now the other one 
was being offered on the proverbial silver platter. But Maggie knew nothing 
about birth control or protection, so he would have to be careful and stay 
away from her cunt with his cock until she was properly schooled. 

"Maggie, turn around slowly and let me get a really good look at you," he 
told her. 

The older girl blushed, but it felt good to hear the man say that, and so 
she slowly did a three-hundred and-sixty degree turn. She was awkward in her 
movement, but nevertheless she had a childlike grace that made Hank hunger 
for her all the more. A body like hers was meant to be used, and he wanted 
to be the first male to use it. He noticed even Jo-Ann was staring, getting 
fulfillment from looking at Maggie's lush body. 

Maggie gasped when she faced Hank again, seeing his hard cock standing 
straight out, swollen and thick. It was the first real erection she had ever 
seen and she had to admit she was entranced by it. Golly! It was so immense! 

Jo-Ann was amused at the look on her former enemy's face as Maggie continued 
gazing at the phallic extension attached to Hank. Now she knew what she must 
have looked like to Hank the first time she had seen his erection in 
close-up. 

"You are going to be one helluva fuck, when the time comes," Jo-Ann told the 
older blonde. "You're nice and slender, with a flat belly and nice, rounded 
hips for a man to grab." 

Hank stared at the flatness of the older girl's belly and he realized the 
lovely Jo-Ann was absolutely right in her estimation. The absolute flatness 
of her stomach made the puffiness of the older girl's pink-slitted Pussy 
appear to stand out in bas-relief, even though it had the littlest bit of 
fluffy hair covering it. He had already been the first male to enjoy Jo-Ann, 
and now he was going to be the first man to initiate Maggie, as well. He 
would be the first man to touch her softly delicate flesh, taste of the 
juices of her teeming cunt, and enjoy the fullness of her swelling young 
breasts. Hank had no doubt both girls would eventually go on to enjoy a bevy 
of different men after they finally left him, but the fact remained, he 
would be first. Just as Jo-Ann had led to Maggie, he felt Maggie might 
eventually lead to yet another young and luscious girl. He was fast becoming 
turned on by these nymph-like females. 

Jo-Ann was still far prettier than Maggie, yet Maggie had the more 
curvaceous body. It was rounder and even if her breasts had not yet achieved 
their full size, they were still large enough, and there was something 
exceedingly sensual about seeing a body with such delightful twists and 
turns on so young a girl. Even her pussylips had a nice rounded pout to 
them, and that tight but solid ass of hers was something a man was really 
able to enjoy. Both girls had an innate sexuality, and he was certain he'd 
be able to turn them onto each other as well as to himself, so that when he 
wasn't around, they'd find a way to amuse themselves while together. 

"All right, ladies," he said to the two luscious girls. "Let's get on with 
it already. Jo-Ann, you know all the things I've done with you. Start doing 
them with Maggie, and when the time is right, I'll join the pair of you." 

Jo-Ann was standing slightly behind the older girl at the moment, and Maggie 
quivered with static delight as the younger girl's fingers began running 
slowly up her slender back only to move down again until encountering her 
rounded buttocks. She trembled even more when Jo-Ann, remembering how Hank 
turned her on, leaned forward and actually kissed Maggie on the nape of her 
neck. 

"Let's get a good look at that lovely ass while you continue rubbing it," 
Hank insisted, I mean, let's face it, Jo-Ann, Maggie has one fabulous set of 
hind cheeks, and I like looking at them." 

So Jo-Ann turned Maggie so the latter was facing away from the older man 
while continuing to massage her butt with delicately working fingers. Now 
Hank had a view of both sets of asscheeks at the same time, and he 
salivated. 

"You have really smooth, nice skin," Jo-Ann complimented the older girl, 
"Except for the goosebumps." 

Maggie quivered all the more as Jo-Ann continued touching her. She knew her 
parents would throw a fit if they ever found out about this, but she had to 
admit the younger blonde was making her feel really good. She threw her 
lovely head back and allowed Jo-Ann to caress the front of her throat before 
shuddering as the shorter girl's hands came rubbing down across her nipples 
again. 

"Let's really give Hank something to look at," Jo-Ann whispered. "He loves 
looking at pussies. Lie down and spread your thighs as wide as you can, and 
this way he'll get an eyeful of what you have lodged down there." 

Feeling more and more relaxed, allowing herself to succumb to suggestions 
simply because she felt good doing so, Maggie obediently allowed herself to 
lie on the bed, her head resting on one pillow while yet another pillow was 
used to prop up her rear-end. She felt kind of weird, seeing Hank walk 
around to the foot of the bed so he was able to better glimpse her feminine 
slash. But the brilliant light in his eye made her feel that much more 
pleased. She was well aware he was enthralled at the sight of her, and it 
meant so much to the girl. All the boys her age and slightly older had 
always snubbed her, calling her ugly, yet here was a man of experience who 
found her not only attractive, but almost beautiful. This was, after all, 
what she had always dreamed would happen. True, she hadn't expected Jo-Ann 
to be part of her dream, but now that the shorter, prettier girl was in it, 
Maggie felt all the more thrilled by everything. It was as if Jo-Ann's 
presence reassured her, preventing her from feeling apprehension. 

"Come on, come on," Jo-Ann was softly whispering to her. "Part those lovely 
slender thighs and let Hank get a really good look at the part of you that's 
really beautiful." 

Hearing the younger girl refer to part of her as beautiful was all Maggie 
needed to trigger her. She opened her loins that much wider, seeing Hank 
still standing there, the sputum almost falling from his hungering mouth as 
he slavered, staring at the rich coral color inside her. 

Sensing there was still some apprehension in Maggie, Jo-Ann sat on the bed 
and leaned forward, pressing her palms against the insides of the older 
girl's slim thighs. It took more than a little effort on her part, but 
little by little she shoved the long-nosed blonde's thighs farther apart, 
and the two girls clearly heard Hank's audible gasp. 

"Will you look at that," the man said, hungrily staring, licking his lips. 
"Those cuntlips look just like the petal of a tea rose. They're absolutely 
marvelous!" 

Maggie felt so totally and completely exposed it frightened her. She began 
quivering. 

"You wanted in on this," Jo-Ann reminded her. "It's too late to back out 
now. But heck, it's all a lot of fun!" 

"You have one fabulous little cunt there, honey," Hank told Maggie. 

"Hey, Hank," Jo-Ann teased. "You've already fucked me. How would you like to 
fuck this cunt, as well?" 

Hank blushed a little. He was trying to be diplomatic and bring Maggie 
willingly around to his way of thinking. He didn't like the idea of Jo-Ann 
being so blatant. Yet he dared not chastise the younger girl. He had to 
remain soft-spoken at all times. 

"You won't fuck me, will you Hank?" the horrified older girl gasped. "I 
mean, my folks told me all about such things and how I might make a baby if 
you do that to me." 

"I won't shoot my wad inside you, honey," Hank assured the frightened girl. 
"But you do have a lovely little virgin crack there, and I'd love to fit my 
cock inside it for awhile. I've already shown Jo-Ann how to avoid having 
babies, and if you eventually want to go all the way with me, I'll do the 
same thing for you." 

Jo-Ann, still sitting on the side of the bed, spread her own thighs and 
rubbed her slender fingers slightly up and down her wet coral opening. It 
looked so tightly closed at the moment it was almost unseen save for the 
twin swells of her vagina] lips. 

"I'd like to feel what it's like to have each cunt in turn surrounding my 
cock," Hank told them, heavy drops of perspiration beginning to form on his 
brow. "But I know better than to try. Hell! The minute I shoved my cock into 
just one cunt I'd probably fire a heavy load. Only one of you is protected 
at the moment, and I have no intention of taking a chance with you, Maggie." 

Maggie felt awkward, lying on the bed as Jo-Ann lay beside her in order to 
offer Hank a better opportunity to see her cunt. The older girl still felt 
so terribly exposed to the man's hungering eyes. Her own body now had a 
light sheen of sweat covering it, and this made her flesh seem to shine. She 
was aware of heavy droplets of perspiration forming between her thighs, as 
well. 

She started when the younger girl's fingers lightly touched her sensitive 
vaginal lips. No one had ever touched her there before. Jo-Ann's fingers 
were gently pressing on them, parting them to reveal the coral richness 
inside. 

"The two of you are going to be a pair of really wild young ladies in a 
little while," the staring man assured them. "I just hope, when you're 
initiating younger men into the sexual rites, that you don't forget your old 
teacher altogether." 

Jo-Ann's newly acquired talent displayed itself as her fingers continued 
lightly caressing her one-time enemy's damp cuntlips, and Maggie, who 
realized how much she had wanted to become involved in some kind of loving, 
was now aware this all might be more frightening than reassuring. She had 
always pictured everything in a romantic frame, yet there was nothing 
romantic about being here with Jo-Ann and this older man, no matter how good 
it felt. She'd had no idea such a young girl was this far advanced when it 
came to sex. Why it seemed Jo-Ann knew more than girls two and three years 
older than herself. To her, Jo-Ann had always been one of those prissy 
little pretty girls who never seemed to know much of anything. After all, 
Jo-Ann's family was so much more close-minded than her own family. Her mommy 
had taught her about the birds and the bees two years earlier, but as far as 
Maggie knew, Jo-Ann's parents were still close-mouthed about everything. 

But it was obvious Jo-Ann was totally relaxed, not the least bit disturbed 
about touching her, and little by little the older girl began relaxing, as 
well. After all, Maggie was always the one who dreamed about having some boy 
gently massage her breasts, even though no one had shown any inclination to 
do so until now. She had been aching to know what it felt like to be touched 
by someone else, and if she hadn't wormed her way into this, she would still 
be wishing to know what if felt like. But Hank had promised she would feel 
no pain, and she had the feeling the older man ought to be trusted. 

Maggie gasped and jumped as Jo-Ann began probing with an extended middle 
finger, much the way Hank had done with her. Little by little her finger 
slid between the Pouting flesh drapes of Maggie's outer, then inner 
cuntlips, slowly, carefully, surely moving itself into her. It was only one 
finger, a slim, girlish finger at that, but she was so tight inside, and her 
muscles within were so clenched, she was aware of all her inner walls 
suddenly being massaged, and much to her chagrin she had to admit it all 
felt good. Though very moist inside at the moment, her hot little cunt was 
still far from being arousingly wet, and the one driving finger made her 
squirm and wriggle because of the tightly delicious way it pumped in. Little 
by little the older girl relaxed, sighing, allowing her rear-end to relax on 
the pillow beneath it, and then she moved her sexual center up and down, 
automatically aiding the younger girl push her finger a bit more deeply into 
the sucking center of her quivering vagina. She was well aware of Jo-Ann 
starting to revolve her finger around and around inside, and then she felt 
the lovely blonde girl's thumb touch another extremely sensitive part of 
her. She was very familiar with her clitoris, her mother having explained 
its existence and the reason for it. It was the one organ meant purely for 
pleasure and nothing else. Men didn't really have a clitoris, her mother had 
explained. It was sort of built into a man's penis, an organ that had two 
other functions voiding and assisting in reproduction. But the clitoris had 
only one function, and that was to bring total pleasure to a woman. She had 
never touched her own clitoris, except to wash it, and had never really 
understood how much pleasure it was capable of offering her. Now, with 
Jo-Ann touching her there, she was aware of the new and wonderful chills 
shooting through her. 

"Look at that," Hank was heard to murmur, his eyes wide with delight. "Look 
at that lovely girl's clitoris grow. Most full-grown women don't have one 
that big. Kid, you were really made for pleasure." 

Jo-Ann looked at the other girl's swollen clitoris, and sure enough, it had 
gown very long - almost a half inch in length. It gave Jo-Ann the 
opportunity to see how much it resembled a circumcised penis. It had a 
sensitive little head of its own, as well as an erect shaft. 

"Ummmmmm ... I like that, I like it a lot," Maggie was saying, panting and 
gasping. 

Jo-Ann took her other hand from between her own thighs and slid it between 
Maggie's buttocks and the pillow on which she lay. This caused the other 
girl's center to lift even higher, allowing Jo-Ann to squeeze her round 
cheeks. 

"Come on, Hank," Jo-Ann invited, for the first time trying to take the lead. 
"Feel Maggie's asscheeks. They're so full and plump you'll love them. I'll 
bet she's just aching to feel what it's like to have a man touch her." 

"They're as nice as yours," Hank diplomatically said as he reached down and 
gripped the older girl's buttocks between his squeezing fingers. 

But even as his hands continued manipulating Maggie's plump assflesh, his 
eyes remained on the slender body of Jo-Ann. He licked his lips, something 
Maggie noticed, and lifting her head, the older girl was able to see beyond 
her own body to the throbbing penis extending from between Hank's thighs. 
God! It was immense! The sight of it ought to have frightened her, but it 
didn't. On the contrary, it aroused her that much more, thrilling her more 
than she believed possible. She ached to caress the fullness of his hard, 
masculine staff. Though she had heard girls in school talking about how they 
sucked on boy's penises, Maggie didn't think she was prepared to do 
something like that just yet. After all, this was her first sight of a 
really erect penis, and in this case it was a truly enormous cock. Still, 
she ached to touch it. 

Maggie realized her cunt was getting hotter and wetter, the fluid seeping 
from within as Jo-Ann's probing finger continued slithering in and out. 
Jo-Ann, remembering her own hymen, was careful not to probe deeper than the 
second knuckle. When the time came for Maggie to lose her cherry, Hank would 
do the job, not she. But she had gotten Maggie's cunt so hot and wet she was 
able to slide a second finger in and out, though with a bit of difficulty. 
Jo-Ann's fingers moved more rapidly now, making Maggie gasp and shudder. 
Golly! It really felt good! 

Jo-Ann shoved her fingers carefully deeper, just a little, and the older 
girl began squirming and writhing uncontrollably, unaware of her movements. 

"Maggie, you really have one tight pussy," Hank was telling her. "When the 
right time comes, I intend sinking my cock into it, if you'll let me." 

"S-sure," Maggie nodded. "When the right time comes." 

"But she isn't ready for it right now," the lovely Jo-Ann reminded the man. 
"Aside from her not being on the pill, she's not really primed for this the 
way you primed me. She's just as tight inside as I was, and it would take an 
awful lot of stretching, just as you stretched me with your fingers, before 
your cock would be ready to go into her." 

Hank realized Jo-Ann was feeling jealousy. After all, this was the first 
time he had outwardly hinted he wanted to fuck a cunt other than the one 
belonging to the pretty younger blonde. 

Maggie, in the meantime, was continually enjoying what was happening to her 
shuddering body, thrilling to the way Jo-Ann was fingering her sodden 
vagina, causing new and thrilling sensations to work their way through her 
entire body. At this point she was becoming so aroused, she knew if she had 
to allow Hank to fuck her, she would agree. One thing was certain, and that 
was ! she had to he brought to some kind of satisfaction. She knew about 
that from what her mother had told her, and she also knew the way she was 
feeling now, all jittery and crazy, would drive her up the wall unless they 
did something for her. Wow! She was feeling all kinds of wild thrills from 
this. 

Jo-Ann's thumb was wreaking havoc with her stud-like clitoris, pressing 
somewhat harder, rubbing that much faster, and she was rotating her 
asscheeks that much more quickly, pumping them up and down in time to the 
way the lovely younger girl's fingers were moving in and out of her 
quivering body. Her mind was thinking of all the sexy words she heard the 
older girls in school use - words she had never dared use - until today. 
There was fuck - cock - cunt - twat - prick - screw. As each word echoed 
throughout her mind she became that much more aroused and thrilled. 

Her youthful body felt hotter and more thrilled than ever. The heavy 
perspiration covering her was falling off in buckets. Her thighs appeared to 
be spreading ever wider, her muscles stretching and becoming more and more 
elastic. She was able to hear the dry rasp in Hank's throat as his eyes 
bulged. 

There was a sensuousness in Maggie that very few females had, adult or 
child. She was the kind of girl who instantly adapted to physical pleasure, 
and it was obvious she was allowing Jo-Ann to make her feel really good. 

Jo-Ann, who had been jealous of Maggie's presence, originally, now felt 
suddenly thrilled at the idea of playing with this girl. The sexual scent 
rising from the feminine pit into which her two fingers were delving 
thrilled her all the more, and for the first time she began to understand 
just why this man was hungering to taste her cunt all the time. She was 
salivating, actually thinking about pressing her mouth to Maggie's pussy. 

Hank was staring at Maggie's vertical slash, looking as if he were in some 
kind of trance. He saw the way her tightly clinging pussylips were now 
automatically opening and closing in response to the way Jo-Ann's slender 
fingers were thrust in and out. The older girl was moving wildly, totally 
out of control now. It amused him to think that all this arousal was really 
being caused by one girl massaging the other. 

The young blonde had really learned her lessons well. She seemed to know 
what sex was all about by now. Though she lacked the innate sensuality 
Maggie had, she had "learned" her sensuality, and because she was such a 
good student, she always came back for more. He always had more to teach 
her, and with the addition of this new girl, he would have even more to 
teach. 

The neighborhood was crawling with girls hovering between the ages of the 
two he had with him. Hell! Wouldn't it be something if he managed to build a 
harem of his own? Hell! All these luscious young nubile females, all fucking 
for him, all sucking his cock, all licking his body. That would really be 
something. Then he wouldn't have to go looking for those cock-hungry older 
women all of whom had marriage on their minds. Marriage would be fine in 
about fifteen years, when he needed a cheap housekeeper. A good fucking, 
food, shelter, and clothing would be all any older woman would want. But to 
enjoy fucking to the fullest, Hank had discovered there was nothing like 
young, untrained pussy - pussy to be trained his way. 

Maggie felt her extended clitoris vibrating uncontrollably at an even faster 
rate. Her asscheeks were clenching involuntarily, slamming violently up and 
down, hitting solidly against the hand firmly squeezing them. Unconsciously 
she was drawing her knees up to her chest, still keeping her loins wide 
apart. Gasps came tumbling heavily from her throat - a throat so dry it felt 
swabbed and lined with cotton. Her body continued writhing and squirming in 
time to the way Jo-Ann's fingers continued probing into her simmering female 
cauldron. Every squishing sound of the fingers moving erotically in and out 
was a licentious delight to her ears, and the more Hank stared and Jo-Ann 
panted, the more aroused she inwardly felt. 

"Look at the way the oil is pouring from her tight pussy," Hank muttered, 
more to himself than to Jo-Ann. "The fluid is running between her asscheeks 
onto the pillow." 

As if to make the older girl aware of what Hank was talking about, Jo-Ann 
used the fingers of the hand she had been using to rub Maggie's buttocks to 
catch some of the falling fluid as it dribbled down and rub it against the 
anal star that was Maggie's tiny asshole. Maggie, feeling the finger rubbing 
her anal opening, tightened at first, then relaxed, well aware Jo-Ann had 
nothing but pleasure in mind for her. Initially there was some expected 
resistance as Maggie's sphincter attempted to reject the finger trying to 
push past it. But with the passage of time the lovely girl rubbed the 
rubbery ring until it completely relaxed and she was able to worm a finger 
into the lovely older blonde's rectum. When her finger was halfway in, she 
suddenly felt it being sucked the rest of the way in as she continued 
massaging the two fingers of her other hand into the lovely cunnus of the 
quivering older female. It gave Jo-Ann an awesome sense of power and she 
realized just what it was Hank felt when he did this with her. 

Maggie had initially feared she might feel some kind of hurt or irritation 
when the younger girl had probed into her asshole, but Jo-Ann's fingers had 
an automatic gentleness about them so that all Maggie felt was pure 
enjoyment. The new enjoyment in her rear tunnel merely enhanced the thrills 
she was feeling in the center of her vagina. 

"Even her asshole is sensuous," Hank muttered. "Now that's a part of her I 
could fuck without worrying about risking babies." 

"Well, heck," Jo-Ann pouted. "We talked about something like this more than 
a week ago. If you're going to initiate an asshole with that lovely cock of 
yours, you're going to use it on mine, first." 

Hank realized the younger girl was feeling jealousy and he smiled. He 
nodded, and Jo-Ann breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her task of 
making Maggie feel good. She leaned over and began kissing Maggie's body, 
offering her ass to Hank. The man rubbed the girl's buttocks, then began 
moving his finger toward Jo-Ann's rear rictus. This made Jo-Ann suck on the 
swollen nipples attached to Maggie's solid breasts, causing her to undulate 
madly. Then Jo-Ann quivered as she felt Hank's tongue start to work on her 
rectal opening, licking and slurping. Cheez! If she didn't have Maggie's 
body on which to lavish her oral affections she probably would have gone out 
of her mind. She rammed her two fingers that much more deeply into Maggie's 
cunt, the tips almost touching the virginal membrane within. Her other 
finger reached even more deeply inside Maggie's asshole making the older 
girl pant with overpowering lasciviousness, squirming out of control. The 
tongue slowly moving into Jo-Ann's narrow little sphincter made the younger 
girl gasp as particles of slivered ice showered through her entire nervous 
system. Wow! The feeling was fabulous! 

Maggie, completely unaware of what Hank was doing with Jo-Ann, saw the 
younger girl's mouth near her own throat. As Jo-Ann's mouth moved higher, 
the older girl had the strangest compulsion and she yielded to it. Turning 
her head, she kissed her newfound friend for the first time, but kissed her 
as a man might. Her tongue twisted itself around the thrusting organ in 
Jo-Ann's mouth and her lips pressed firmly against those of the beautiful 
young blonde as surely as they would have against the mouth of any boy. Her 
lower half was humping madly up and down, hurling itself against the fingers 
stabbing into her, Her eyes were presently closed tight, and she still 
thought Hank was looking at her. This built up the thrills inside her that 
much more. 

Crazy, almost insane feelings were charging their way uncontrolled through 
her quivering form, starting from the center of her boiling pussy and 
swelling outward. Her ears no longer picked up any sounds other than the 
loud continual roar being caused by the fantastic orgasm welling up inside 
her. It was a feeling she had never even dreamed about. 

Something marvelous swelled within her tumultuous depths, building ever 
higher, bringing her own inner emotions to the summit of delightful wonder. 
Her moving loins were lancing themselves against the continual probe of 
Jo-Ann's driving fingers, moving ever more swiftly as the twin digits 
ploughed themselves that much more deeply into her blistering pussy. On each 
downward retreat into the pillow beneath her rounded buttocks Maggie felt 
another thrill as a finger probed into the depths of her narrow rectum. 

Thrill chased after thrill throughout her quivering body, building within 
her feminine self a quivering desire to reach that marvelous summit about 
which she had read and heard so much. She was continually speeding up her 
body movements in the hope of attaining that will-o-the-wisp feeling that 
seemed to be eluding her. Her bouncing torso was almost totally out of 
control, even with her mouth still pressed hungrily o that of the other 
girl. Then she knew she was going to attain that magnificent peak. She felt 
her budding orgasm ripening, enlarging, swelling within her quivering body, 
and then the sensations were moving upward, charging right out of her. Her 
lathered vagina began firing even heavier quantities of thick oil as she 
tightened all her inner muscles, going totally rigid. 

"AAAAAI IIIYYY YYEEEE AAAAAG GGGHHH HHUUUU WWWWWR RRRGGG GGHHHH GGGGGL 
LLLLPHH HHHMMM MMWWWW UUURRR RRGGGG HHHH!" she bellowed into Jo-Ann's mouth 
as she began bouncing maddeningly, a total slave to her internal feelings. 
"HHHUUU NNNHHH HH ... GOD ... AAANNNGGGHHH ... OOOOOHHHH ... WWW WWAAAA 
AAHHHH!" 

Then, in a rigidly crushing, vibrating, shuddering expulsion of muscular and 
nervous release, she felt all the climaxes within her flood forth. Her 
violently gyrating form was completely out of control, and she jerked and 
moved so swiftly, she found herself pulling away from Jo-Ann. 

Jo-Ann and Hank were completely astonished at the lovely girl's twitching 
reactions. Maggie was presently in a world all her own, her mind completely 
oblivious to anyone or anything else. Darkness seemed to hover over her and 
then slowly seep into her brain as her entire physical self slowly relaxed, 
recovering as it were from a mental blackout. She smiled as delicious and 
secure warmth spread throughout her shuddering body. 

Hank, who had taken his wet tongue away from the dark crinkle of Jo-Ann's 
asshole, was staring at Maggie, his tongue literally hanging out. 

"Christ! I'd love to fuck her right now!" he muttered, but he knew that was 
impossible. 

Jo-Ann knew it was impossible, too. So she waited quietly, knowing he would 
come up with the right solution as he always did. 

"I wish I were able to plumb that pussy of hers," he muttered again. "Hell! 
I'm going to have to get that kid on the pill as soon as possible. Still, if 
I don't get my rocks off shortly..." 

"Want me to teach Maggie the fine art of cocksucking?" Jo-Ann asked. 

"Her mind is in too much of a fog," Hank replied. "She'd never even notice. 
Hell! She wouldn't notice right now if I jammed my cock up her ass." 

"Speaking of asses, I though that's what you intended doing to my ass," 
Jo-Ann insisted. 

"Are you sure you're ready?" Hank asked. "Remember, that back tunnel of 
yours is much narrower than your cunt. It'll have to go through one heck of 
a lot of stretching." 

"I saw my ma take it that way, and anything she can do I can do better," 
Jo-Ann insisted. 

"I wouldn't be the least bit surprised," Hank smiled. 

During their conversation Maggie lay in a sort of semi-comatose state while 
lying flat on her back. Now Jo-Ann kneeled beside her with her bottom 
sticking up in the air. Hank kneed his way onto the bed, moved between her 
trembling thighs, and with his hands he began working her lovely asscheeks 
apart. Jo-Ann felt a world of delight chill her. At last she was about to be 
fucked as she had seen her father fuck her mother. It was her last unused 
hole. Heck! If she was able to take such a monster in her cunt, she was 
certain she'd be able to handle it in her asshole. 

Her body automatically jerked and stiffened as she felt the throbbing dome 
of his prick touch her anal pucker. She was aware of her tightly narrow 
sphincter resisting, and then she squirmed, forcing her ass muscles to 
relax. Slowly, very, very slowly the head of his penis began widening her 
anal opening, stretching the rubbery ring. Heavy droplets of perspiration 
coming from his face fell on her back, and that was when she began feeling 
pain. She gasped out to him to stop, but the man didn't seem to hear her. He 
was clenching his teeth solidly together, shoving hard in spite of the fact 
that she was verbally objecting to what he was doing. She gasped aloud, 
heard by no one other than herself. Maggie was still in some kind of stupor, 
and it was obvious Hank was temporarily beyond hearing. She was aware of the 
stiff, thick pole shoving a little deeper into the tightness of her' back 
tunnel. Her fists hit the bed beneath her as, little by little, the phallic 
length totally buried itself in her rectum, the head poking into her colon. 

Off behind her, to the right, she saw a small mirror sitting on the dresser, 
and it happened to be tilted so that she was able to see his cock in her 
ass. She was astonished at the way her rectal interior had opened up to take 
such a monster, and the man had not used any kind of grease as her father 
had done with her mother. 

Slowly he began sliding his throbbing cock out of her backside, pulling it 
back until only the head remained inside. It was when his cock was pulled 
this far back that she realized he hadn't torn any of her interior 
membranes. The glistening secretions now covering his pole were lubricant, 
most if it coming from his own throbbing penis. 

Wow! This was one terrific sight, even if she wasn't exactly crazy about the 
feel of it at the moment. Just looking at it made her think of what her 
father had done to her mother, and she thought that her own buttocks looked 
even more arousing with a cock between them than her mother's had looked 
when her daddy had poled her mother's asshole. Heck! If her mom had learned 
to love being fucked in the ass there was no reason on earth why she 
shouldn't learn to enjoy it, as well. 

He pumped back and forth very slowly, and little by little she internally 
expanded until the discomfort and pain had slowly faded away. As time passed 
she realized the feeling was almost pleasurable, and then it became 
delightful. Yes, yes, now she was able to understand how her mother had 
enjoyed being sodomized. As Hank's massive log of flesh continued working 
its way in and out of her she discovered the delight starting to build even 
higher. Even more thrilling was the whacking of his scrotum against the lips 
of her pussy, hitting her clitoris. 

He was pumping her asshole with regular rhythm now, his massively throbbing 
penis working its way in and out of the tight canal that was her anal 
tunnel. She was very much aware of Hank's flat, hard stomach smacking 
noisily against her round white buttocks each time he sank his hard pestle 
into her. Jo-Ann felt him wrap his arms firmly around her waist so he was 
able to pull her back all the more firmly on his meaty skewer. 

Now Jo-Ann was really enjoying herself, feeling tingles shoot from her ass 
through her body into her cunt. She sighed, pushing her roundly dimpled 
behind backward, letting it surround the meaty length of his driving prong 
again and again. All the while she maintained her weight on her forearms, 
allowing her knees and feet to lift off the mattress each time the man 
stabbed the full length of his fleshy dagger into her. 

She was more aware than ever of the way he fucked into her ass with 
stronger, harder, more driving strokes. His lancing cock was enchanting the 
tunnel of her rear as it continued heavily secreting the oily lubricant that 
constantly smoothed its way. 

At the same time Jo-Ann's aching cunt felt hotter and hotter, and with one 
hand she reached between her trembling thighs, feeling for, finally finding 
the extending stem of her nubile clitoris. The thorn-like growth felt 
wonderful against the ball of her finger, so she continued rubbing and 
massaging it as his driving steampole consistently powered its way through 
her tiny little rectum, bringing her joy the like of which was unimagined. 

Her free hand moved higher, seeking and discovering her girlish nipples as 
she took some of the weight of her upper body on her shoulders, pressing 
them into the mattress along with the side of her face. The orgasm she had 
longed for was beginning to build now, first in her finger-massaged 
clitoris, and then, oddly enough, in her rectum. Just as she had seen her 
mother climax from being anally fucked, so she, too, was feeling thrills 
mount in nerve-endings in her rear-end. Wildness was building with more and 
more rapidity in her squeezing rectal tunnel, and now she fully understood 
why her mother had insisted her father fuck her there. The feelings brought 
on were unaccountably fabulous and fantastic. Her inner intestines felt 
twisted in turmoil as the climax finally hit her with the power of a Patton 
tank in her ass. At the same time a second climax erupted through her 
clitoris, the result of her fingers massaging the little bud. 

"EEEEEI IIIYYY YYAAAA IIIIIG GGGGG HHH ... GGGGGH HHHHHA AAAIII IIYYY AAANNN 
NNGGGG GHHHH ... HHH HHAAAA UUUUUW WWWAAA GGGGGH HHHHH!" the smaller blonde 
shrieked, butting her tiny round asscheeks against the man's thighs and 
belly, no longer thinking of him. At this point she was solely interested in 
herself and her own inner sensations. Concentrating hard, she squeezed down 
with the tube of her rectum to compress his phallus with such overpowering 
ferocity, Hank thought she might change it from a hard cylinder to a soft, 
flat-shaped probe - like a tongue depressor. Then her quaking body fell to 
the bed all doubled up. The tug of her trembling asshole pulled the man down 
on top of her girlish body, but Hank continued pumping into her like an 
uncontrolled rabbit. 

Jo-Ann's mouth had been fantastic, and her cunt had been out-of-this-world, 
just as he knew the two orifices in Maggie would be almost as good, if not 
as good. But the asshole of this slender young blonde was unbelievable. It 
was as if she had been born for asshole-fucking, Jesus H Christ! Even now he 
felt the bubbling sperm continuing to build to higher peak and he wondered 
if Maggie's asshole would be half as good. 

This was it! It was going to be the most glorious orgasm he had ever known. 
Now! 

"GGGGGY YYYAAA GGGGHH HHHUUU NNNNGG GGGHHH. AAAAWW WWWAAA AARRRR GGGGGH 
HHAAAA GGGGHH UUUUUN NNN HHH HHHAAA AAGGGH HHH!" he bellowed, firing the 
heaviest load of spurting cream he ever remembered unleashing into the tiny 
anal tunnel that was Jo-Ann's crushing ass. He blasted away for what seemed 
to be an exceptionally long time, and even then he was unable to pull his 
cock out because her sphincterial tightness prevented the blood from leaving 
his cock, and as a result 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jo-Ann was amused by the fact that Maggie was stunned by what had happened. 
Quite naturally, she was irritated at having to share Hank with the girl who 
was a year older than herself, but she knew if she displayed jealousy, it 
would only result in her losing Hank that much more quickly. Therefore, 
almost against her will, she found herself becoming friendly with Maggie. 
All this did was lessen Maggie's antagonism toward her, and little by little 
the inferiority complex that had been with the older girl for so long began 
fading away. 

There were times, especially during the afternoon, when Hank was away at 
work, that the two girls "discovered" more about themselves by going to the 
house of one or the other and touching, feeling, and, after awhile, licking 
and lapping, just as Hank had wanted to see them do. They became very 
proficient at satisfying one another, but at the same time had the good 
sense not to allow any of the other girls they knew to "discover" what they 
were doing. Neither was mature enough to handle a situation of discovery 
should it arise, and as a result, both took great pains to see it didn't 
arise. 

Every morning, after both sets of parents had gone off to work, the two 
girls would meet at Hank's house and involve themselves in sexual hi-jinks. 
Maggie's period was due shortly, and when it passed, she, too, would be 
introduced to the contraceptive pill. 

In fact, it was because Maggie's period finally did come that Jo-Ann was 
able to see Hank alone for three days - only three, since the weekend 
intervened and as a result she had her next lesson. 

CHAPTER NINE 

It was a bright Monday morning, the third day of Maggie's period, so Maggie 
would not be able to join with Jo-Ann and Hank in hanky panky. As a result, 
the older blonde girl had the good sense not to show up at Hank's house 
because she didn't want to be tempted or aroused by anything she saw. 

Jo-Ann, thrilled with the idea of having Hank once again to herself, was 
looking forward to today. She knew her own period was due in about a week, 
and then it would be she who would be staying home while Maggie paid Hank a 
visit. At least she would be around to watch Maggie's defloration, and she 
felt a chilling satisfaction at knowing she would witness the other girl's 
dehymenization, even though Maggie had never seen hers. 

Wearing pink shorts and a yellow halter she knocked at Hank's door, and when 
the door opened, she almost felt her heart sink. It wasn't Hank standing 
there, but a slightly shorter man, with dark-brown hair, a thick mustache, 
and a strange glitter in his eye. 

He smiled and said, "You must be Jo-Ann." 

"Who're you?" she asked, refusing to step inside as Pretty went dashing out 
into the yard. The dog yapped loudly. 

"Jo-Ann," Hank called out, coming down the stairs, wearing blue slacks and a 
white tee shirt. "This is Mike Starr. Mike works with me from time to time, 
and last night we worked late, so Mike came here instead of going home. I 
figured you might like to meet Mike." 

"Why?" Jo-Ann asked. 

"Well I've been with two girls. How would you like to be with two men? In 
fact, I'll turn complete control over to you, this once." 

"To me?" the young girl asked, not sure what he meant. 

"Sure! I'll let you do the directing. Imagine, a young girl like you is 
going to control two grown men. D'you like the idea?" 

"Gee, I don't know what to do or say?" 

"Oh, come on," Hank teased. "Are you going to tell me all I've taught you 
has been in vain? The idea is for you to become a take-charge person one 
day, when you no longer have me around. Now here you have two adult males, 
both ready, willing, and able to use that luscious body of yours, offering 
you two masculine bodies in return. Imagine, you can do anything you want 
with us. Two sturdy masculine bodies, and two long, thick solid cocks - 
cocks you can take into any part of your body." 

Just thinking about what Hank was saying made the lovely Young girl 
salivate. Two grown men, with two full-sized penises. She imagined Mike's 
penis to be as long and as thick as Hank's, and the idea of handling two at 
once thrilled her. 

"Okay!" she nodded, "I'll do it! I'll take control. My first order is, we 
all go up to the bedroom." 

Making sure Pretty was happily romping in the garden, Jo-Ann locked all the 
doors, then led the way up to the bedroom. 

"What next?" Mike asked, an amused smile on his face. 

"Well, now," the lovely young girl said, "I think we should start by really 
getting to know each other. The best way to do that is to undress. I mean, 
we have to look at each other without feeling embarrassment." 

Mike looked at Hank, a glitter in his eye as if to tell Hank he had really 
trained the young girl well. Hank merely nodded in assent as if to accept 
the compliment paid him. 

"Well," Hank said aloud. "Let's do as the young lady says." 

"I'm with you," Mike nodded. I have the feeling this is gonna turn into one 
helluva session." 

"Stop talking and start undressing," Jo-Ann insisted. "I mean, I can't 
exactly do anything with the two of you men if you insist on keeping your 
clothes on." 

Staring at the lovely young blonde, Mike Starr felt the weirdest kind of 
hunger starting to build in him. He had never fooled around with a female 
this young. All his women had previously had big tits, big asses, and deep 
cunts. But the idea of playing with this one seemed more and more intriguing 
with every passing moment. His hand was already undoing his belt, and the 
only thing that stopped him was his watching Jo-Ann undress. Her body was 
slender, just beginning to take on the curves of a woman. She had almost no 
breasts at all, though there were definite tell-tale swells more than 
slightly visible. Even her young, pink nipples, first starting to mature, 
seemed exciting to the man, and he stared at the little nubbins as if they 
were tasty bits of meat and he was a hungry lion. The more clothing she took 
off, the more impatient he became, not knowing where to begin with her. 

Hank knew he had better not waste time. Mike was the kind of guy who, once 
aroused, was impossible to stop. The faster he undressed, the faster he 
would be able to enjoy some of Jo-Ann. While Mike was still gawking, he was 
hurriedly removing his clothing. In almost no time he was down to his bare 
flesh. His throbbing, pulsating phallus stood straight out in front of him. 
Looking at Mike, he saw the other man remained unmoving, save for the fact 
that his throbbing cock was making a thick bulge in his pants. Reaching 
over, he yanked Mike's zipper down, and because Mike hated the feel of 
underwear next to his skin, refusing to wear any, his extended organ jerked 
right into the open. 

"Hey, watch those hands!" Mike snapped at Hank. 

He looked at the other man, then remembered he was also supposed to be 
getting undressed, as well. He hurriedly removed his clothing then turned 
and stared at the wonderful body of the lovely blonde female before him. 

Jo-Ann was staring at Mike. He wasn't as tall a man as Hank, and he was 
somewhat more slender. But he did have more muscles. His weighty balls 
dangled heavily inside the wrinkled sac between his thighs, looking like two 
massive golf balls inside a rubber bag. 

Not really knowing what to do next, Jo-Ann smiled uncertainly and said, 
"Come on up here, Mike," and she patted the bed. 

Mike, his mustache wiggling, putting on airs like a man of the world, lay 
down beside the spunky young blonde. Though he had often had two girls at 
once, this was his first experience at sharing a girl with another man, and 
such a young girl at that. It disturbed him to have another man looking at 
his naked body, and he wondered why Hank had wanted to do this in the first 
place. He didn't have the other man's worldliness, and thus was unaware Hank 
felt it his duty to teach Jo-Ann everything about sex. 

Jo-Ann wriggled her slender body down on the bed. and all but rolled on top 
of him, using her small hands to part his hairy thighs while looking at his 
heavy masculine member. It looked to be a little longer than Hank's, but it 
was also somewhat thinner, which was a little disappointing. Jo-Ann liked 
Hank's thick phallus. The thicker the better. A thick cock filling her 
mouth, stretching her lips and cheeks always gave her a feeling of security. 

Mike wanted to look at her hairless pubis some more, but the front of her 
body was pressed into the bed at a right angle from him, and aside from her 
beautiful asscheeks and slender spine, all he was able to see was the hungry 
way the young girl was staring between his own thighs. The voraciousness in 
her eyes almost made him feel afraid - fearful she might actually bite, off 
his cock because her lovely mouth seemed so tiny. He stared as she lowered 
her pretty blonde head and slowly sucked the red tip of his throbbing penis 
into her narrow oral opening. 

This was the first cock Jo-Ann had touched and enjoying herself tasted other 
than Hank's. She was enjoying herself. Thin as it was, its difference made 
everything that much more enjoyable. 

Her small lips held his tantalizing corona between them for a long moment, 
then she slowly moved her head shakily from side to side, letting her tongue 
press against the webbed underside of his phallic dome, making the handsome, 
mustached man gasp with a delight he hadn't expected to feel. Then her tiny 
tongue began moving up and down, just touching the underside of his 
cock-head and no other part. 

Mike, who actually thought so young a girl would never really get him fully 
aroused, realized he was feeling a thrillingly chilling feeling, course 
through him. It blistered through his entire interior, making him feel 
desire beyond anything he had ever known with any other mature woman. The 
man gasped, quivered out of control, and shuddered as the lovely little 
blonde's lips pressed the extended coronal rim that much more firmly. 

"Hey, take it easy," Hank told Mike. "I told you, she's like no other chick 
you've ever known. Just let her do all the work." 

Very slowly now, Jo-Ann's hungering young mouth began sliding downward, 
moving to the bottom of the long, somewhat slender rod probing between her 
sucking lips. Down, down, down, and the long penile head probed into her 
gullet. Because it wasn't as thick as Hank's, she was more easily able to 
swallow it in. As a result, her mouth went further down, and soon her lips 
were caressing the hairy base of the man's pelvis. The rubbery head massaged 
the sensitive nerve-endings in her gullet, and had her mouth been the 
littlest bit larger, she would have opened it wider in order to suck in his 
balls, as well. 

Mike jumped when the young girl's lips touched his pelvis. No girl had ever 
blown him this well before. They all either merely sucked the head of his 
cock or went halfway down the length of his penis. Hell! He was going to 
unleash a torrent of sperm down her throat in no time flat. Somehow, he 
forced himself to relax. Jo-Ann, feeling him settle back on the bed, slowly 
began sliding her head up and down the length of the long cock, sucking on 
it as if it were a long peppermint stick. Her lovely head was bobbing in a 
regulated rhythm and Mike, unable to control himself, began automatically 
countering with his hips, thrusting them up into her beautiful young face as 
her tight mouth came nibbling its way down, then retreating as her lips slid 
back. He loved the feel of her oral cavern, vibrantly shaken each time her 
lips pressed into his hairy pelvis, and he enjoyed the sensation of having 
the base of his cock massaged by her tongue on each down-stroke. Her small 
lips formed a firm ring, sucking hard, and each time her mouth lowered 
itself to his pelvis, they tightened harder before sliding up. At one point 
she even gripped his throbbing length of cock with her teeth and bit, just a 
little. 

"Wow!" Mike gasped. "I'm gonna come!" 

Jo-Ann, not wanting him to climax just yet, eased her oral grip on him, 
returning to the stroking of his slender penile length with her mouth using 
long, oral strokes and hard sucking licks. Oh, yes! His urethra was 
throbbing and she knew he was close to reaching his peak. If she stopped now 
she would ruin the climax for him. Her lips sensed the rapidity of the beat 
in his urethral tube. Then she placed one of her delicate hands on his huge 
balls, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure as if trying to 
milk the seed out of him. Her other hand was pressing flatly on his stomach, 
aware of the shivering throbbing within. She gulped strongly each time her 
small head went all the way down, compressing his phallic tip between her 
tongue and her palate. 

Mike was losing total control of his body, unable to hold back the floodtide 
within his shuddering inner self. He rammed his hairy pelvis into her lovely 
young face over and over, his mind completely unaware of what was taking 
place as his heaving torso continually responded to the tightly pulling 
pressure created her sucking jaws. 

Jo-Ann felt him fucking into her tender mouth with solidly irregular strokes 
as he continued heavily panting in a ragged way. His chest was moving in and 
out as he lost the last final bit of control he had maintained. His head 
flailed wildly from side to side as he opened his mouth and began screaming 
out loud, I FEEL ITTTTT ... AAAAAN NNNHHHH HH ... GODDDDDU HHHHHH!!! I CAN 
FEEL IT ... I'M HHHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GGHHHH ... COMMMMMMIIIII IINNNNNN 
GGGGGG ... YYYYYA AAAGGG HHHH!" 

"Wow!" Hank murmured, staring at the way the lovely young blonde worked her 
mouth, obviously enjoying the way her lips were pulling and sucking on the 
long, slender cock. Mike was uncontrollably bouncing, bucking, jerking and 
hurling his fulcrum upward, his strong hands gripping the young nymphet's 
blonde hair tightly as he wildly thrashed all over the place. 

Even more surprising to Hank was the way the young blonde girl reached out 
and grabbed his somewhat thicker phallic length, her fingers magically 
caressing it with knowing concern, letting him understand it was about to be 
his turn, and he had better get ready. After all, she wanted to go to work 
on his cock in order to give Mike a chance to recover. 

Hank, as always, was ready and waiting for the lovely blonde. He had been 
ready and waiting ever since the precocious little blonde had walked into 
his home, knowing she would be more than willing to undertake anything he 
suggested. The fact that he had allowed his guest to use her first hadn't 
taken the edge off his hunger for her, He wanted her more than ever, having 
viewed firsthand, for the first time, just how good she really was. He had 
turned her into an expert fell trice. 

Mike, lying on the other side of the bed, had his two hands pressed against 
his crotch, and he was groaning with delight, punctuating it with an 
occasional sigh of desire. She had sucked him so expertly, he was unable to 
decide whether he was in pain or in paradise. The few leaking drops of semen 
rubbing against his palm reminded him how much seed he had fired into the 
lovely young girl's mouth. There was not so much as a smear of it on her 
face, which meant she had swallowed it all. God! She was fabulous, really 
fabulous. He had never known a mouth like that before in his life. 

Hank stretched himself out on the bed on the other side of Jo-Ann, and 
moving his head down, began sucking on her right breast. His lips pulled 
hard, expertly draining sensual delight from her rubbery point, making it 
stand out to its full length, forcing more and more blood to flow into the 
sacs in her nipple, making it elongate even more than it had done 
previously. 

Mike, though a bit shorter than Hank, obviously had amazing recuperative 
powers. A reserve of stamina flooded through him, and as he watched the 
other man suck on the young blonde's nipple, he decided he wanted to taste 
her, as well. Drained as he was, he felt renewed energy surge through him, 
and lying on her left side while still on the bed, he leaned over and began 
sucking on her left nipple. Hell! He didn't want both her breasts covered 
with the other man's saliva before he had an opportunity to taste her. This 
caused Jo-Ann to tug her young shoulders back, forcing her long nipples to 
enlarge even more, even if she had no breasts to swell, and this gave each 
man a bit more on which to chew. Her pink nipples seemed to enlarge and move 
inside the mouth of the two older men, and the males sucked all the harder, 
as if trying somehow to drain milk from her. Each one pressed a hand into 
her flat little belly while using his other hand to rub her spine. With her 
weight on the palms of the hands of the two men she found herself forced to 
sit up, having the presence of mind to keep her thighs spread wide apart. 
This gave Mike the opportunity to actually sit on her left leg, feeling her 
knee press into his groin. At the same time Hank sat on her right leg, 
pressing his penis and testicles against her soft Young thigh. 

Reaching out Jo-Ann used her two hands to pull the backs of their manly 
heads against her slender body, feeling their anxious mouths pull on her 
nipple flesh that much more eagerly. They both sucked more hungrily than any 
calf nursing at its mother's udder. It was obvious, good as Mike was, Hank 
was still more experienced when it came to sucking, and he was pulling on 
her girlish nipple as if he expected it to come off in his mouth, He was 
sighing and groaning, wriggling around on her thigh. Pressing his solid 
organ and clumpy testicles all the more vibrantly against the lovely blonde. 

Mike's long cock was still shriveled at the moment, but Jo-Ann still felt 
thrilled as it continued rubbing against her body. After all, she also felt 
Hank's cock, and this was the first time in her life she was actually 
feeling two penises at the same time. It felt damned good, and she vowed 
that at some time in the future she would take on two-or-more men again. 
Imagine, soon she would be taking both penises into her body. Hank had 
already proven, with his breadth that she was capable of taking a cock in 
any of her three holes. But to take two at the same time? Wow! This was 
heaven, itself. She was so glad she had walked in on Hank and Susan that 
particular day. It had changed her entire life - and for the better. There 
were some girls who supposedly were the worse for having it suffered 
outrages on their bodies while young. But with a man like Hank there was no 
suffering, only pure pleasure. 

For the first time Jo-Ann reflected that when the summer was over it was 
going to be difficult, if not impossible to meet with Hank. His job let the 
two of them get together every morning, even if it meant having Maggie join 
in. But once school started, she wouldn't be able to come here in the 
morning, and by the time school was finished, he would be off to work. By 
the time he came home, her parents would have also come home. The only ruse 
she might use is claiming to go see Maggie to talk to her about schoolwork. 
After all, Maggie was two grades ahead of her and might be able to help her. 
Then the two of them might be able to sneak off to Hank's house together. 

Mike's penis was slowly starting to enlarge again, looking like an elongated 
balloon that was growing longer and longer. Jo-Ann was aware of it pressing 
against her thigh as it continued rubbing her while swelling. But no matter 
how long it grew it was unable to match Hank's thickness, and as far as she 
was concerned, her cunt had come to adjust to Hank's. She wondered if Mike's 
cock might not feel loose inside her. 

Taking a deep breath, Jo-Ann put the thought out of her mind. She would 
worry about size when fuck-time came. She shut her eyes tightly, simply 
lying there and enjoying the way the two men worshipped her girlish breasts 
with their mouths. Their strong, sandpapery, masculine tongues continually 
flicked across her sensitively upstanding nipples, making her writhe that 
much more with wanton enjoyment. She was already able to sense the 
difference in each mouth. Hank had the larger mouth, and as a result seemed 
to encompass more of her flat breast. But Mike had a nice, sensuous tongue. 
His lips also seemed to linger in one place a bit more and pull all the more 
strongly on her nipple. 

Once Mike's long, slender organ was fully erect, he began stroking the organ 
back and forth against her slender young thigh, moving higher and higher 
until he pressed the head of his cock into her belly. The penile point moved 
back and forth from belly to thigh, occasionally lodging in the crevice 
where thigh was joined to torso. Hank was moving too wildly to allow his 
cock-head to rest in the crease on the other side of her slender body. In 
fact, Jo-Ann had to reach down and press the head of his cock against her 
with her hand in order to appreciate the feel of it that much more. 

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhh!" Hank gasped, no longer able to remain majestically 
silent. 

The two solid masculine organs continued rubbing themselves back and forth 
while each of the men continued sucking on the young girl's extended 
nipples. This drove the beautiful blonde to the brink of insanity. 

"Fuck me!" she whispered to Hank. I want you to fuck me, right now!" 

God! She had to have that monumental shaft of cylindrical flesh buried in 
her tumultuous depths as far as was humanly possible. She ached to feel it 
rubbing her interior walls, probing into her feminine trough, bringing her 
uncounted thrills - thrills he had taught her to enjoy over the past few 
weeks, and she didn't want to wait to enjoy it any longer. What she needed 
was one good, solid fucking, and she needed it now. God! How she ached to 
feel his mighty poniard of muscle sink itself into her. 

Hank's practiced hand was already sliding carefully between her slender 
young thighs, first touching the all-but-hairless mons veneris, then moving 
lower to tantalize the ripe pinkness of her tantalizing vaginal labia. His 
fingers slid carefully across the slickly sticky lips, and then his 
practiced finger slid with ease between them, moving directly into the 
slurping groove of her hot and swampy young cunt. 

Jo-Ann was electrically charged with the need for satisfaction and shuddered 
when she felt the pressure of his thick finger sliding delectably in and 
out. Her tight elastic interior slowly adjust to the thickness of the 
finger, surrounding it as if her membranes were a white blood corpuscle 
surrounding a germ. Then her cuntwalls began sucking, pulling on the finger, 
tugging it deeper and deeper into her shuddering body until she felt his 
palm flatly pressing against her sodden labia. Even then, Jo-Ann wanted more 
length and thickness inside her body. She wriggled with ecstatic delectation 
as her four vaginal walls tightly clamped down around the probing finger, 
feeling it continually rub and massage her, internally. 

"Hey, don't hog all that tight young pussy," Mike insisted. "I wanna know 
what she feels like in there, too." 

"Stay cool Hank said to Mike. "You're a guest in my house, so I gave you 
first shot at Jo-Ann. She's already made you come once, and I don't hear you 
complaining about the way she went about it. I'm still looking for my 
initial orgasm . So you just relax and allow me my own climax for the 
moment." 

"Hey, I don't mean to be pushy, man," Mike replied. "It's just that looking 
at the young chick I feel hot and bothered all over again. I'm not really 
trying to horn in, but I sure would like to have some more." 

Jo-Ann, remembering she was the one supposedly in charge, said to Mike, 
"Don't worry, I'll be able to take on the both of you. But after all, it is 
Hank's turn. I want to feel his cock moving in and out of my cunt. You'll go 
next, Mike." 

"Hey, I've got an idea," Mike said. "Why don't the two of us fuck you at the 
same time." 

"You mean in different places?" Jo-Ann asked, thinking that with a penis in 
her vagina, another one in her rectum might hurt because the one in her 
vagina would narrow her rectal tunnel. 

"Hell, I've been around the world and I've made studies of women. I've seen 
skinnier, smaller females than you who have been fucked by horses. A horse 
cock is one helluva lot thicker than Hank's and my cocks combined. So I 
figure your cunt ought to be elastic enough to handle two cocks at once, and 
then snap right back to its narrow size, afterward." 

For a moment Jo-Ann was terrified. She was certain her tight little pussy, 
stretched though it had initially been by Hank's cock, would never open wide 
enough for her to handle two pricks. Still, wouldn't it be something to feel 
two penises inside her? Imagine feeling the two heads at once moving in her 
vagina! It would be worth a try. After all, if it hurt too much, she was 
certain she'd be able to stop them. 

Looking from one man to the other, seeing the wicked gleam in both pairs of 
eyes, she finally nodded and said to them, "Okay, I'll give it a try on one 
condition. If it starts hurting too much and I tell you to stop, you have to 
stop." 

"Absolutely!" Hank agreed. 

"Which one is going in first?" Jo-Ann asked, thinking she would sit on one 
cock, then bend forward and let the other man fit his cock into her, But 
Mike had a different idea. 

"Honey, you lie on your side," he suggested to Jo-Ann, and Hank seemed to 
know what the mustached man had in mind. 

"Yeah," Hank nodded. "This way the two of us can fuck into you together." 

"Well gee, just what is it the two of you are thinking?" the tiny blonde 
wanted to know, lying down facing Hank. 

"You'll see," Hank told her. "It'll all be so simple." 

Reaching down, the man raised the girl's pillarly left thigh, pressing the 
head of his burningly hot prick against the fiery slash of her vagina. At 
the same instant, she was aware of Mike's longer, thinner penis probing 
against her from behind, aware of the two penile heads touching each other, 
head to head. Now the two men began maneuvering about, moving until both 
heated tips were tugging her slick labia apart in an attempt to slide in her 
all at once. 

Jo-Ann felt the most wonderfully maddening surge shoot through her. Somehow 
she was certain the two organs were going to fit. They would have to work a 
little, but both would slide right into her - granted with a bit of 
difficulty, but nevertheless, they would slide right into her. 

"Now!" Hank said. 

Together the two men began pushing. Little by little the twin phalluses 
began to slowly slide into the lovely young girl, gently stretching her 
inner walls. For a brief instant she was afraid she would feel pain, as she 
had felt when she had initially been deflowered, but the little bit of hurt 
she did feel merely enhanced the pleasure for her, and instead of being 
repelled by it, she felt she wanted more. Her interior was definitely being 
widened, but the stretching wasn't nearly as bad as she might have imagined, 
and she was certain she would be able to handle it. 

The two men shoved together, grunting. They were more than two inches into 
her flaming tunnel before stopping to rest. 

Jo-Ann realized she was breathing heavily, actually panting, in reality 
gasping with delight as she continued enjoying the pleasurable sensations 
within her. 

"Are we hurting you?" Hank wanted to know. 

"Well, not really," she admitted. "I mean, it feels crazy, kinda different. 
Gee! I've never felt anything this wildly enjoyable in my entire life." 

The walls of her vagina felt the distinct impression of the two different 
penises. Each even seemed to give off a different degree of heat. 

She began writhing, squirming, wriggling, trying hard to shove the two men 
all the deeper inside her. They responded by pushing that much harder, as a 
result sliding father into her simmering interior, feeling the bubbling oils 
within. Jo-Ann's only real discomfort was in having to keep her leg lifted. 
She finally brought her foot to rest by letter it sit on her knee. All the 
while her tight, vaginal elasticity continually surrounded the two throbbing 
male organs. Her cunt was actually sucking them all the more deeply into 
her. The penises shuddered and twitched against one another, and the girl 
was able to sense the differences in their lengths and thicknesses. Hank's 
felt so much thicker than Mike's, yet the longer, thinner penis was of equal 
importance as it continued pushing deeper and deeper. It was curious to feel 
the head of a penis below the head of another penis inside her cunt. The two 
created the feel of a double-headed penis with one head just below the other 
head. 

The two men began working in tandem, almost as if they had done this before. 
They stroked back, then shoved forward, cramming a bit deeper into her. Back 
again, then forward, back, then forward. Each time forward they sank a 
little bit deeper into her, then pulled back and shoved into her all over 
again sinking in as far as the pair were capable of going. Mike's left thigh 
was on top of Hank's right thigh as the pair shoved their cocks in 
repeatedly, their balls rubbing against each other, pressing harder and 
harder until the two sacs were flatly against one another. 

"Awwwwwwowwwwww!" Jo-Ann gasped. 

Mike, who was behind the lovely waif, reached around and flattened his hand 
against her left breast, tweaking her nipple between talented fingers. 
Meanwhile, Hank's mouth was once more sucking on her right nipple, building 
additional flames in her burningly anxious body. The two men tensed 
themselves and began moving back and forth together. 

In unison the pair slammed into the girl's shuddering body, a motion they 
were unable to keep smooth because of the different pressures of the two 
penises. Still, they stroked again and again. 

"Ooooooooh ... wowwwwwww ... wwwaaaannnnggghhhh..." Jo-Ann gasped. "Yes, yes 
... that feels so good ... keep fucking me..." 

"You really feel it, honey?" Hank asked. 

"I feel all of it," Jo-Ann nodded. "Keep squeezing and sucking my nipples 
while you fuck." 

The two of them obeyed her, Hank chewing on her right nipple, Mike 
titillating her left one. Hank's thicker cock was dictating the speed at 
which the pair were thrusting into her. Their penises rubbed against one 
another as well as inside the wet confines of Jo-Ann's feminine container. 
The friction of cock against cock might have burned up both of them had 
Jo-Ann not unleashed enough fluid to cool them off. 

Jo-Ann felt her tight, inner vaginal tract being unevenly stretched, yet her 
walls tenaciously clung to the strange shapes of the thrusting phalluses. 
She was aware of them twisting in and out, almost contorting themselves to 
fit comfortably inside her. 

Jo-Ann felt a new, delicious satisfaction as the two men continued plunging 
into her, building a tautness that wended its way through her body. Though 
she missed the feeling of the full length of either cock being thrust into 
her, she loved the feel of the two solid organs trying to pull and stretch 
her labia and walls without actually causing pain. 

Hank wriggled and gasped, aware of the way her tight inner feminine chalice 
pressed his solid cock firmly against that of Mike. Now he was aware of the 
monstrous climax building in his shuddering body, shivering and trembling as 
his balls tightened. 

"I ... uhhhhh ... don't know if ... aaaaannrmhhhh ... I can hold it!" he 
gasped. 

"You have to hold it," Jo-Ann insisted. "I'm not ready yet." 

The two men hurled their bodies against hers, stabbing their twin cocks into 
her again and again, and the pressure was enough to make the young blonde 
realize she was more ready than she had initially believed. 

"AAAAAI IIIYYY YYEEEE AAAAAG GGGHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG GHHHH!" Jo-Ann shrieked, 
and the two powerful masculine pumps continued moving in and out of her, 
building and enhancing her orgasm even more, heightening her enjoyment to a 
point far greater than she had ever expected. 

Jo-Ann moved wildly, ecstatically, thrilled to enjoy all this feeling while 
not having to suffer any additional pain because of being stretched. Delight 
broke against delight within her as tumultuous spasms continually struck her 
with repeated violence, making her lovely body shiver and quake. She tugged 
Hank firmly against her as her inner vaginal walls squeezed both cocks 
equally hard. Her tongue protruded from between her pearly teeth as Hank 
sucked on it, hurling his cock into her all the harder, causing Mike to 
speed up his movement, as well. 

"Gonna come!" he gasped. "Can't stop it, this time ... gonna come ... gonna 
come..." 

"I'm not ready," Mike insisted. "Wait for me!" 

"YYYYYY AAAAAN NNNGGG HHHAAA AGGGGG HHHHHH AAAAAR RUGGG GGHHH!" Hank 
bellowed, squirting his geyser into the narrow tunnel of Jo-Ann's girlish 
cunt. 

Mike felt the other man's semen washing around his cock as he continued 
plumbing it in and out of the narrow interstice, maintaining the rhythm Hank 
had set. Then a funny thing happened. He felt Hank softening while he 
remained hard. 

Jo-Ann was no longer able to feel the thicker weight of the broader cock 
lodged in the tightness of her young quim. But her elastic walls began 
adjusting, this time shrinking as Hank softened. This way the internal 
pressure remained constant. Even when Hank popped out of her cunt, falling 
away from her, Jo-Ann felt her interior tighten that much more and squeeze 
itself solidly around the longer, thinner cock. Mike was aware of what it 
was like to have all four cuntwalls embrace his throbbing penis. As a 
result, new thrills began surging through his shuddering body. Jesus! There 
really was something to fucking these young chicks. 

His two hairy arms were around Jo-Ann from the rear, both hands flatly 
pressed against her breasts, feeling her nipples spiking into his palms. He 
humped wildly now, feeling insane thrills shudder through him as he pounded 
into her over and over. 

"Wow!" he gasped to Hank. "I never dreamed any cunt in the whole world was 
this good." 

Jo-Ann shut her eyes, feeling the heat of the man's hirsute body press 
against her young back. He was all but lying on top of her, feeling the 
tickle of her smooth thighs as well as the tantalizing tease of her vulva as 
he powered his great length into her again and again, letting her soft, warm 
walls appreciate the shape of the lengthy organ. 

His ass pulled back again, then powered forward, and now he was sinking the 
full length of his long cock into her shuddering cunt. Jo-Ann reached behind 
her and used both tiny hands to grip the man's hairy ass, saying, "Don't 
move! Please don't move. Just lie still until I tell you otherwise." 

Since Jo-Ann was supposedly running the show, Mike stopped moving, his total 
length buried in the vault of her cunt from behind. His body shivered, his 
hands pressing flatly against her body, squeezing them as hard as possible. 
He kissed the nape of her neck. As a result he tasted her salty 
perspiration. God! He wanted to fuck! The man felt the strain on his long 
cock, and for a moment he thought the penile length was thickening inside 
her. Then he realized the girl's already tight pussy was crushing down even 
more tightly as it surrounded his cock so solidly, it created the impression 
he was enlarging. 

Jo-Arm's hands gripped the bedcovers as she wished Hank or Mike were in 
front of her so she would have someone to hold onto. Her vaginal walls, 
anxious to keep on feeling the breadth of the slender cock, squeezed all the 
more tightly around the phallic wand making Mike lose his cool. He began 
stroking again. 

Jo-Ann gasped, feeling as if the head of his cock was cutting into her 
lungs, all but forcing the breath from her body. Blood pounded madly in her 
veins as a haze covered her young eyes. 

"That's the way, Mike," Jo-Ann urged. "Fuck me harder." 

"I'm fucking you as hard as I can," Mike gasped, letting Jo-Ann know how 
much energy the man was using up in fucking her. 

He violently slammed into her, showing no mercy, losing all awareness of 
everything other than the hole into which he was sinking his cock, 
repeatedly. He felt as if her tightly luscious pussy was actually swallowing 
up all of him, balls and all, and Mike figured if he had to die, this was as 
good a way as any. 

Hank, who had been watching all this, and who normally took a while to 
recover, was igniting all the more quickly from having watched what was 
going on. He felt his cock lurching violently into erection, and he realized 
he was capable of at least one more climax before having to relax. Hell! 
Mike was on the verge of his second come, there was no reason for him not to 
enjoy another orgasm. 

Kneeling on the bed, he crawled over to where Jo-Ann lay, then saw she was 
face-down. Mike was riding her from the rear, knifing his hard cock into her 
teeming cunt as far as possible. Jo-Ann was oblivious to all but the 
pleasure she felt. 

Moving around in front of her, Hank slid his thighs around the young 
blonde's head, shoving himself closer and closer to her face. When she 
lifted her face to grasp for hair, he shoved his crotch underneath. 

Jo-Ann had temporarily lost her awareness of Hank. Seeing the hard length of 
his solid cock slide beneath her face, she automatically opened her mouth 
and allowed her tight lips to firmly encase the thick cock. Her lips slid 
all the way down to the base as the cockpoint crammed itself into her narrow 
gullet. The mighty organ began shivering, and now she was doubly thrilled. 
The long, slender penis in her hot cunt was working at breakneck speed while 
the one in her mouth was probing into her esophagus, expanding and rubbing 
against her cheeks and palate. She sucked all the more strongly, her teeth 
automatically nibbling on the base of the pulsating monument to masculinity. 
Then her licking tongue was washing his wrinkled scrotum, making his 
testicles tremble violently against one another in their protective sac. 

Jo-Ann sucked so strongly she wouldn't come up for air. Just as her 
oven-like pussy had sucked Mike's solid spike all the way in, holding it 
there, so for the moment did her mouth cling to the base of Hank's trembling 
organ, keeping the full length of it locked in her pharynx and mouth. Her 
tongue began licking the underside strongly, and this made sparks shoot 
through the man's quaking system. Hank found himself bucking up and down, 
doing his best to move the hard length of his pylon through her 
quicksand-like mouth. At the same time, Jo-Ann was aware of Mike beginning 
to pick up speed and she knew her orgasm was mere minutes away. 

This was what heaven was all about. Yes, yes, this was the kind of feeling 
for which she and all females would unconsciously always strive, whether 
they know it or not. This was more than simple pleasure. This was 
everything. Every passing second was greater and greater enjoyment for 
Jo-Ann, making her pity all the other girls with their moral upbringings. 
Poor, poor, unknowing girls. She even pitied her parents their own outdated 
moral attitudes. It was all right for them to fuck because some manmade law 
said people over whom a minister spoke words were supposed to do so. But 
people who were not yet married were not supposed to enjoy sex. They were 
supposed to go around inwardly frustrated, mentally bathed in ignorance as 
her parents were keeping her ignorant. Heck! If it weren't for this chance 
happening with Hank, there was every possibility she might actually have 
inadvertently fallen prey to some boy slightly older than herself who didn't 
give a damn about whether or not she became pregnant. Too, he might have 
taken her hymen far more painfully than Hank had done. All in all, her 
entire life had changed because of her feeling for one little dog who barked 
at just about everyone else who passed Hank's house. Had it not been for her 
desire to play with Pretty, she would not only have had the most boring 
summer of her life, but would have remained steeped in ignorance. 

The slender cock in her cunt was starting to thicken, the urethra throbbing, 
letting her know the man fucking her dog-style was on the. verge of his 
second satisfaction. 

"I'm gonna come!" Mike gasped. 

"Come!" she gagged out around Hank's cock. 

"YYYYYE EEEAAA AAAGGG GGHHHH AAAAAN NNNGGG HHHUUU UUNNNN GGGGGH HHHAAA 
AAUUUU WWWWA AAANNN NNGGGG GHHHHH AAGGHH!" she heard Mike bellow, his cock 
slamming deeper into her. 

Jo-Ann felt the white-hot load of seminal fluid shoot into the narrow depths 
of her tightly squeezing cunt. It seemed to be all she needed to set off 
another series of orgasms in her body, aided by the friction of the cockhead 
in her gullet. She tightened her lips firmly around Hank's thrusting penis, 
squeezing all the harder, then gutturally gagged out, "MMMMMW WWWWWR RRRGGG 
GGGUU UUFFF AAAAAU UUUFFF WWWMMM MMHHHH UUUUUG GGGWWULL UUUHHHH RRRRGG 
GGHHH!" 

Thrilling fireworks invaded her entire body from cunt to crown, sending 
vibrating chills blistering from all her pores. She moved her head, bobbing 
it up and down, up and down, all but chewing on the thick stanchion locked 
in her gullet. 

Hank was in paradise. God! He had really taught this lovely girl how to 
suck. What was more he had taught the other one how to suck as well, but 
Maggie still had a long way to go to keep up with Jo-Ann. This little girl 
was the best all-around sperm receptacle he had ever encountered, and good 
as other girls in the future might be, he was beginning to wonder if any of 
them would ever really totally compare to Jo-Ann. 

His hard cock stiffened even more, and then he was firing droplets of sperm 
into Jo-Ann's mouth. Considering the heavy orgasm he had previously enjoyed, 
the few drops he fired now, by comparison, were miserly. Yet Jo-Ann 
gratefully accepted them, drinking them down, comparing the taste of his 
sperm to the taste of Mike's, and certain Hank's tasted somewhat better. 
Both her mouth and her cunt pulled until the two penises were drained, then 
the two men pulled out of her, and all three of them lay down on the broad 
bed and relaxed. 

CHAPTER TEN 

The summer was fast coming to an end. Next week would be Labor Day, and that 
heralded the beginning of school. Both Maggie and Jo-Ann were morose about 
it. May, Maggie's sister, had returned from camp, and the youngest of the 
three girls was unable to figure out why Jo-Ann had grown so close to Maggie 
and had become somewhat distant toward her. Not that Jo-Ann was unfriendly, 
but often, she and Maggie would leave Mary behind for no reason at all and 
seemingly disappear. Mary had no idea where they went. 

But one morning, right after her parents and left the house to go to work, 
Mary, dressed in red shorts and white t-shirt from camp, followed her 
sister. She saw her meet with Jo-Ann, then saw the two of them enter Hank's 
yard, closing the gate behind them. Even more surprising was Maggie's 
growing friendship with Pretty, the dog. Maggie had always hated dogs. Then 
the two girls had gone right into Hank's house without knocking while Pretty 
remained in the yard. Well, in a way that wasn't unusual. Mary and Jo-Ann 
had often walked into Hank's house in the morning and asked if they might 
play with Pretty. But when the other two girls didn't come out again, Mary 
became curious. She was even more curious when she saw her sister close the 
front door. 

Opening the gate, Mary entered the yard, then shut the gate behind her. She 
petted Pretty while staring at the door, then on a impulse, went over and 
tried it. The door was locked. 

Wow! What a gyp! Why were Jo-Ann and her sister locking her out of Hank's 
house when she wanted to ask for permission to play with Pretty? 

Mary's initial impulse was to run home and call her mom and tell her what 
Maggie and Jo-Ann were doing. After all, she didn't like the idea of being 
left out of anything. But she was so angry, she began punching the doorbell. 

Two minutes later, the door opened, and she saw Hank standing there, smiling 
at her. 

"Hi, Mary," he said. "Come to play with Pretty? She's there in the yard." 

"Oh, no!" Mary snapped. I wanna know just what's going on with my sister and 
Jo-Ann, Gee, Hank, I know you like Jo-Ann, but you always used to like me 
better than Maggie. It's not fair to leave me out here while Maggie and 
Jo-Ann are inside. Gosh! What are they doing!" 

"Playing." Hank shrugged. 

"Well, I think I'm old enough to play with them. I'm only two months younger 
than Jo-Ann." 

"So you are,' Hank nodded. "But this is a special game. It's so special, you 
can't tell anyone else about it, not even your parents." 

"Is that why Maggie never said anything to me?" 

"That's why," Hank nodded. 

"Is it a fun game?" Mary asked. 

"Lot's of fun," Hank assured her. 

"Well, then, I want to play, too. I won't tell anyone, either." 

"Then come on in," Hank invited, opening the door. 

As Mary entered the house, the door shut behind her, and Pretty, the dog, 
continued romping in the yard, barking at the world. 


THE END
