by Ray Gordon
‘I’m studying this evening,’ I cut in. ‘I have to study most evenings, I’m afraid. But we’ll have plenty of time to see each other during the days.’
‘I could come round to your house,’ he persisted. ‘I have some studying to do too, so we could . . .’
‘I can only work alone, Alan. Not even my parents are allowed to come into my room when I’m studying. Do you go to the pub very often?’
‘I don’t really like drinking, to be honest. I prefer to go to the cinema. Maybe we could see a film sometime.’
‘Yes, maybe we could. Now relax for a while and, when your cock is hard again, I want you to fuck me senseless.’
‘You’re an amazing girl,’ he sighed.
I was an amazing girl, and I very much doubted that Alan would meet anyone else like me. But I knew that he was going to be pestering me daily. He lived just a few doors away and he’d be calling at my house and . . . I’d known that living two separate lives wasn’t going to be easy, but I hadn’t expected Alan to appear on the scene. It was my fault, I reflected. I should never have seduced him. But I’d wanted his cock, and I couldn’t help myself. I’d wanted him fucking me and spunking in my tight pussy and my mouth and . . . and now he thought that we were an item.
I sat up, reached over and grabbed his flaccid cock. I wanted Alan fucking me, I wanted to reach my orgasm as he reached his and pumped out his spunk. I ran my hand up and down his prick, rubbing my thumb over his slimy-wet knob as his shaft began to stiffen. When he was fully hard, I licked his knob and ran my tongue up and down his solid shaft. He was ready to fuck me to orgasm.
I knelt astride his young body and eased his beautiful cock deep into my spunk-bubbling vagina. Alan breathed heavily as I rested my naked buttocks on his legs and impaled myself completely on his shaft. I could feel his knob against my cervix, my pussy lips stretched tautly around the base of his cock. I threw my head back and I looked up at the trees as I tightened my vaginal muscles and squeezed his young organ. He gasped again as he reached up, and kneaded my firm breasts and tweaked my erect nipples. I sat still for several minutes, allowing his knob to absorb the heat of my cunt as my clitoris swelled against his solid shaft.
Raising my body until the petals of my inner quim lips lovingly hugged his knob, I then lowered myself until his cock once more impaled me completely. Moving slowly up and down, fucking myself gently on his lovely prick, I breathed heavily as my arousal heightened. My clitoris was massaged by his wet cock as I quickened my bouncing and I hoped that Alan wouldn’t pump out his spunk until my orgasm came and shook me. We had to come together, we had to fly up to our sexual heavens as one.
‘Is that nice?’ I asked him as I bounced up and down.
‘Yes, yes,’ he gasped, his eyes rolling, his head lolling from side to side. ‘It’s amazing, Ali.’
‘Are you pleased that your girlfriend didn’t turn up?’
‘You’re my girlfriend now.’
‘Yes, yes, I am.’
I was everyone’s girlfriend, I thought, looking down at my hairless pussy, my bald lips opened wide to accommodate Alan’s solid shaft. I recalled John’s huge cock fucking me, and wondered again whether he’d like my naked pussy. He’d asked me to shave for him and I was sure that he’d like my new look. Listening to the squelching of my vaginal juices as I bounced up and down on Alan’s beautiful cock, I thought that the situation was becoming more complicated. I was Ali the prude, Ali the slut, and now I was Alan’s girlfriend. The poor boy thought that he’d taken my virginity.
The day was sure to come when the truth stared him in the face and hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him – I didn’t want to hurt anyone – but I knew that I was only using him for my own sexual pleasure. He was a nice lad, but I could never love him. Could I love anyone? I wondered as my womb contracted and my clitoris ached for the release of orgasm. I’d enjoyed too much cold sex to find love. Did I even want to find love?
Alan gasped as his spunk flooded my tight vagina and my clitoris exploded in orgasm against his sex-slimed shaft. I bounced up and down faster, whimpering as I once more threw my head back and rode the crest of my climax. This was real sex, I reflected. Crude, dirty, loveless – sex for the sake of sex. I was a slut, a whore, but Alan thought I was the sweet teenage girl from down the road. He’d believed that I was a virgin, but I’d been fucked by several men and had even had a rock-hard cock fucking my tight little bottom-hole.
I felt no guilt or shame, which was most unlike me. I’d always been an honest girl, a good girl. The worst thing I’d ever done before was agree to be tied down by a boyfriend. Now that incident paled in significance. I was far from a good girl now. Discovering the other Ali had led me to discover the real me, the sexual deviant lurking deep within myself. My job at the DIY store was history, university would soon become nothing more than a memory. I had my new and exciting life – two lives – now.
‘No more,’ Alan gasped as his cock deflated within the heat of my sperm-frothing vagina.
‘You were good,’ I gasped as my orgasm faded. ‘You were very good, Alan.’
‘Are you satisfied now?’ he asked me, with a chuckle.
‘I’m never satisfied – I thought you’d realised that.’
‘You’re insatiable. For a girl who’s never seen a cock, let alone had sex, you seem to be incredibly experienced.’
‘It’s instinct,’ I said, sliding off Alan’s wet cock and settling on the grass beside him. ‘And I’ve been looking on the internet.’
‘I’d like to see you this evening, Ali. I know that you’re studying, but I’d like to see you for a little while.’
‘I don’t know,’ I sighed. ‘If I finish my work early, then maybe I’ll see you for a bit.’
Finish my work early? My so-called work was to satisfy John. And Alan reminded me of John in a way. John had said that he’d wanted all or nothing, and Alan was persistent about seeing me. I didn’t belong to anyone, I thought as I covered my young breasts with my bra and buttoned my blouse. I was my own person, my life belonged to me and . . . Or did my life belong to Ali the slut? She’d pushed me aside and taken over. I had to keep a balance, I concluded. I couldn’t allow the slut to rule my life completely.
After watching Alan pull his trousers back on, I stood up and straightened my skirt. I could feel his spunk pouring from the entrance of my inflamed vagina and streaming down my inner thighs. It seemed that every time I walked home now I had sperm pouring down my legs. My knickers were in my handbag, my pussy had no hair, and my sex hole was oozing with jism. I was a slut, I thought as I walked through the woods with Alan. A complete and utter whore.
When I reached my house I said goodbye to Alan and promised to see him that evening if I finished my work early. He was insistent, saying that he’d come round anyway. I had to be firm with him, and he finally wandered off. The last thing I wanted was my mother telling him that I’d gone out. Perhaps I shouldn’t have seduced him in the woods? I thought again as I went into my house.
‘What sort of secretary are you?’ my mother asked me, frowning as she gazed at my dishevelled hair, my dirty blouse. ‘You look as though you’ve been rolling about on the ground.’
‘I was clearing out an old storeroom,’ I lied. ‘There are files that have been there for years and –’
‘Where is the office? Is it in town?’
‘No, no . . . it’s a private house. The chap works from home. His wife works with him.’
‘Oh, I see. Well, you should tell him to warn you in advance if you’re going to get dirty. Then you could wear your old jeans. What sort of work does he do?’
‘He’s . . . he’s working for the government. I’d better go and get changed.’
‘Dinner won’t be long. You’re not going out this evening, are you?’
‘Yes, I’m seeing some friends later.’
‘What about your work, Ali? You’re supposed to be studying.’
‘I study every day, mum. An hour this mo
rning before I went out, an hour at lunchtime, and I’ll spend another hour or two when I get in tonight.’
‘That’s good. By the way, there’s a package for you on the hall table.’
‘Oh, thanks,’ I said, grabbing the small box before I went up to my room.
I sat on my bed, opened the box and stared open-mouthed at a pink vibrator. I had no idea who’d sent it to me. It must have been one of the men I’d met, although no one knew where I lived. But someone knew, I thought anxiously. Someone must have followed me home and . . . This was all I needed. Was it John? I wondered. Had Don followed me home? Some man must have seen me leave the pub one evening and they had followed me home.
I hid the vibrator beneath my pillow and went into the bathroom where I slipped out of my crumpled clothes. I caught my reflection in the mirror as I stepped into the shower. My bald pussy lips were puffy and inflamed from fucking. My crack was gaping open and sperm was oozing from my sex hole. Previously my pubic hairs had veiled my slit but now everything was on show. I looked like I had when I’d been younger, I thought, wondering again whether using the hair-removing cream had been a good idea.
I washed away the spunk and vaginal juice and wrapped a towel around my naked body before returning to my bedroom. I locked the door and dropped the towel to the floor. I looked again at my reflection in the mirror. My outer sex lips were still full and puffed up, while my inner lips protruded slightly from my deep slit. I glanced at my pillow and thought about using the vibrator. After checking that I’d locked the door properly, I grabbed the vibrator and lay on my bed.
The soft buzzing resounded around the room as I parted my bald lips and pressed the tip of the vibrator against my expectant clitoris. The wonderful sensations immediately transmitted deep into my contracting womb and I let out a rush of breath. I’d never known anything like it as I writhed and whimpered on my bed. Stifling my gasps in case my mother heard me, I ran the tip of the vibrator around the base of my solid clitoris. My naked body shook, my thighs twitched, and I felt my vaginal milk spewing from my opening hole as my climax neared. I couldn’t stop shaking as my clitoris began to pulsate. My heart banged hard against my chest and my breathing became fast and shallow. I cried out as my orgasm erupted within the swollen bulb of my clitoris.
Again and again, shock waves of ecstasy rocked my young body to its core. My eyes rolling, my nostrils flaring, I threw my head back and arched my spine as a second wave of intense pleasure gripped my trembling body. I didn’t know what was happening to me as wave after wave of bliss rolled through my naked being. I didn’t realise that I was experiencing my first ever multiple orgasm. Delirious, my mind blown away, I felt as though I’d left my body as my pleasure peaked again.
Whoever had sent me the vibrator must have known that it would blow my mind. As my climax finally began to fade, leaving me panting for breath, I wondered again who had discovered my address. My clitoris aching, my inner thighs splattered with my orgasmic juice, I drifted into a deep sleep as I imagined John using the vibrator on my clitoris. His cock ramming into my bottom, the vibrator teasing my clitoris . . . I dreamed my dreams of obscene sex with a man who was older than my father.
Five
I GOT TO John’s house at seven-thirty and apologised for being late. He looked down at my short skirt and grinned as he invited me into the lounge. Luckily, I’d managed to leave my house without my parents seeing how I was dressed. But I had to get back in later without being noticed. I’d cross that bridge when I came to it, I decided as I sat down on the sofa and John passed me a large gin and tonic.
‘You look stunning,’ he praised me, eyeing my naked thighs.
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘Ali, I was wondering whether you’d . . .’
‘What is it this time?’ I asked him. I smiled at him and giggled. ‘You want to do my arse again?’
‘No, I mean yes . . . It’s the money.’
‘Can’t you afford me?’ I frowned at him. ‘Aren’t I worth it?’
‘Yes, of course you’re worth it. It took me long enough to get you to agree to have sex with me, and I’m very grateful. The thing is . . . I don’t know how to put this.’
‘Just say it, John,’ I sighed, hoping that I hadn’t lost my job.
‘I have a friend. I thought that, if you want a hundred pounds every time you come round, I might share the cost with my friend.’
‘Share my body with him, you mean?’
‘Well, yes.’
I couldn’t believe what I was getting into as John gazed at me with expectation reflected in his dark eyes. Share my body? Did he mean that I was to have two men at once? Two old men groping and fucking me? I should have been shocked, but in fact I felt excited at the prospect. I’d gone through changes since I’d discovered Ali the slut, but I’d never thought that I’d be excited by the thought of having two old men groping my teenage body. The problem was that I’d given up my job at the store and I had to earn money. I had no choice, did I?
‘I . . . I suppose so,’ I muttered hesitantly, trying to conceal my enthusiasm.
‘Really? That is good news, Ali.’
‘Hang on, hang on. Do you mean, you both want me at the same time?’
‘Well, yes, if that’s OK?’
‘I don’t know, John. I’m a slut, but there are limits.’
‘One hundred pounds every time you come round? Several good orgasms and more spunk than you can swallow and –’
‘Well, all right,’ I conceded finally, my stomach somersaulting as I imagined having two hard cocks to enjoy. ‘When do you want to . . .’
‘Now, if that’s OK? My friend is waiting in the other room.’
‘Bloody hell, John. How did you know that I’d agree?’
‘Because you’re a –’
‘A slut – yes, I know. Go on, then. Go and get your friend.’
As John left the room, I knocked back my drink and raised my gaze to the ceiling. How far would the slut go? I wondered. Were there no limits to her . . . to my decadence? Hearing voices coming from the hall, I realised that I’d forgotten about my quest to track down the other Ali. I was supposed to be looking for my twin sister, not fucking two old men. What the hell would my parents say if they discovered that their innocent little girl was a common prostitute? Alan believed that I was studying in my bedroom. What would he think if he discovered the shocking truth about the little girl next door?
‘This is Ali,’ John said as he led his friend into the room. ‘Ali, this is Harry.’
‘Hi,’ I said softly, looking up at the second man. He was older than John, but he looked all right.
‘It’s a pleasure, Ali,’ Harry said. ‘What a beautiful little thing you are.’
‘So,’ John murmured, rubbing his chin and gazing at me. ‘Er . . . where shall we start?’
‘I suppose Harry would like to see me naked,’ I said. ‘After all, it’s my body you –’
‘If I might suggest something?’ Harry cut in. ‘May I undress you?’
I rose to my feet and smiled. ‘Go ahead,’ I said, thinking of the money I was earning. ‘I’m all yours.’
I unbuttoned my blouse and he slipped it off my shoulders and stared longingly at my small bra. I’d thought that he’d have been eager to see my tits, but he ran his fingertips over the smooth flesh of my hips and stomach. Stroking my long blonde hair, he ran his hands over my naked arms and commented on my unblemished skin. He was admiring my youth, probably thinking back fifty-odd years to the days when he was young enough to get his hands on girls in their teens. In a way I felt sorry for him. I’d felt sorry for John because he was old and desperate for a young girl but now I was beginning to feel sorry for all old men.
‘Such beauty,’ he breathed, kneeling in front of me and tugging my short skirt down to my ankles. Stepping out of my skirt as he locked his stare to my red thong, I wondered what he’d say when he saw my hairless pussy slit. I didn’t want to give him a heart attack, I thought, gig
gling inwardly. Maybe it was best that he was stripping me slowly. Too much too soon might kill him.
He stood, reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. John looked on as Harry released the straps and allowed the cups to fall away from my firm breasts. Harry focused on my elongated nipples and gasped, and I knew that he was pleased with his purchase. But I had more in store for both him and John. My hairless pussy was veiled only by my thong and I was as keen as the men were to unveil the most private part of my teenage body.
Harry knelt again before me and stared at my thong. He was deliberately teasing himself, I knew as he grinned and licked his lips. Leaning forward, he kissed the triangular patch of red silk and breathed in the scent of my pussy. His cock would be as hard as rock, I thought as he pressed his nose against the swell of my thong and breathed in my girl scent again. His hands reached behind me, clutching the rounded cheeks of my firm buttocks, and he finally looked up at me.
‘You’re an angel,’ he whispered.
‘Hardly,’ I replied, with a giggle.
‘It’s been years since I’ve seen a naked teenage girl. And it’s been decades since I’ve . . .’
‘Get on with it, Harry,’ John cut in. ‘We’ll be here all night at this rate.’
‘You don’t understand,’ Harry retorted. ‘Such rare beauty has to be handled with care, unveiled slowly and gently.’
John smiled at me. ‘Did you shave?’ he asked me.
‘You’ll have to wait and see,’ I said impishly.
‘No pussy hairs?’ Harry gasped. ‘To see a young girl with no pussy hairs would be . . .’
‘Harry, we won’t see anything unless you get on with it.’
‘All right,’ the other old man finally conceded. Releasing my thong, he pulled the material down slowly. ‘Yes,’ he gasped as the top of my crack came into view. ‘Perfection, don’t you agree? Now, slowly, slowly, down and down until . . . She’s a sex goddess,’ he gasped as my thong fell away and exposed the hairless cushions of my pussy lips. ‘A sex goddess sent from heaven.’