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by Jodie Halliday


  “Beautiful,” she whispered. He nodded, smiling but at a loss for a reply. She was wonderful, exhilarating, fully aware and responsive despite her tender age.

  He held her hips and lifted her a little, indicating what she might do while his cock was still firmly inside her. She responded, rising a little as she looked down between her legs to see his shaft emerging from within her. Her blonde hair fell over his chest, tickling a little as the morning sun sparkled. Far from the inexperienced youngster of last night she moved with deliberation, rocking back and forth as she aimed his cock at the pleasure zones inside and her clit stood out proudly at the entrance to her sex. She gathered her long blonde hair and pulled it up onto her head with both hands. She ground back and forth, sliding on his cock in a very sensual manner as her hips moved in rhythm although her breasts and head seemed to remain in place. Frank wondered where she had learned that and presumed it was something that she had seen in one of her adult videos and had been waiting to try. After several moments she orgasmed mildly as he sensed a small ripple of delight from her vaginal walls.

  Frank reached behind her to grab her little buttocks, guiding her back to a vertical motion so that she rose and fell, pushing himself up into her in sync with her movements. His fingers teased her, gripping, tugging as he worked closer to her anus once again. She felt light, like a little toy above him, maneuverable and now purely for his enjoyment. He looked down at his cock and saw her clit, now bulging above her opening, moving a little with each stroke as she sank down and he disappeared totally inside her. Thin lubrication still dribbled from the girl giving him a feeling of absolute heaven as though her sex was only there for him and his orgasm.

  He touched her anus with his middle finger and she immediately brought her lips down to meet his, licking his lips as his finger slowly teased its way in.

  “Oh Frank, god….”

  “You feel so good on my cock, so tight, so warm.”

  “I’m so goddam wet, I’m going to come again.”

  As they kissed he once again heard the wet tell-tale signs of impending orgasm and knew that he was some way from his own. As her pace increased he grabbed her hair and pulled, making her shriek and increase the force with which she fell onto his cock. He pulled harder and pushed deeper into her anus, twisting his finger to create a sense of internal pleasure for her. She plummeted four or five more times, crashing down onto his cock before the first gushes of her orgasm squirted from her and coated his cock and lower stomach. With two more heavy thrusts into her he felt the hot liquid as it dribbled down his balls, along the crack of his buttocks and onto the mattress.

  “Oh good girl, come all over me!” he said, pulling her tighter against his cock. He could feel her cervix nudging against the end of his shaft and lifted himself up higher, penetrating her as far as he possibly could. She rode him with abandon, her head rocking from side to side even though he still had hold of her long blonde hair. She squealed loudly now, not caring whether someone might be near so he pulled harder and slipped out of her anus to slap her buttocks with the flat of his hand. Shrieking as he slapped her, she squirted several more times as she whimpered, her energy sapped, her pleasure complete, her face descending towards his for a final loving kiss. Leaning down against his neck he felt her chest rising and falling, sweaty and slick, her breathing slowing as she relaxed. Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead and he pulled her close to lick them away. He placed his hands on her sides and guided her over so that they lay facing each other as he slowly slipped out of her pussy with a quiet slurping sound. She looped her leg over his and kissed him deeply, feeling along his sides and down to his legs before bringing her little fingers over to touch his wet cock. She pushed down on the slick skin, exposing the bulbous purple head and twisted it in the palm of her hand. Frank was delighted that she seemed to have a huge appetite for making love as he felt the fingers running up and down his wet cock and even gripping his balls carefully in her fingers before pulling roughly as she had seen him do the day before.

  She swung round and without hesitation took his cock in her hot mouth. Frank gasped at the feeling, her little mouth and tongue sucking hard on his steely rod.

  “Oh yes. Can you taste yourself?”

  “Mmm!” said Leslie.

  “That’s it, taste your cum. You’re making me so hard! Come here!” He turned her a little more so that she straddled him, her pussy directly above his mouth. With both hands on her hips he pulled her down, covering his mouth with her soaking pussy. He lapped at her vagina, teasing more of her cum from inside before pulling her down further and probing her anus. She stopped cucking his cock and her head fell against his thigh.

  “Oh jeeze. Oh god yes! That’s so dirty.”

  “I’m going to come soon.”

  “Inside me. Please, do it!” she demanded, sliding around to look at him. She grabbed his cock with the confidence of a girl twice her age. He groaned with pleasure, then after pushing her roughly onto her back he knelt over her and shuffled between her legs.

  Without ceremony he dived down, licking her bald pussy and tasting the sweet nectar that had soaked down to her thighs. She groaned at his audacity, lifting her buttocks up as his mouth closed around her pussy and her head rocked from side to side with the immense pleasure coming from such a sensitive area. He lapped at her continually, the sweet, salty taste of their sex coating the insides of his mouth. He kissed higher, around her newly-shaved mound, up over her navel, and then ravaged her tiny breasts with his tongue. Smiling at his good fortune and the effect he was clearly having on the teen he leaned down towards her, slipped his hands under her buttocks and positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina where he could again feel her wetness and the stickiness of her previous orgasms.

  “Oh Frank!” she said, pleading as she pulled him closer. His cock slid gently inside, home again, warm and inviting in her tiny tunnel. He slid up higher, pulling her buttocks hard to gain maximum depth, then started a constant pounding into her. Her legs came up again to grip his thighs, then travelled higher, once again locking behind his buttocks. Frank knew he was close to orgasm and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers seeking out her anus underneath. She grabbed his hair, imploring him to push inside her and he rewarded her with two fingers very slowly inserted into her spotless asshole. He pounded away, not caring now about her orgasm, only his. She lifted herself with her feet, grinding against him, farting quietly as his fingers slipped out. He licked her ear, nuzzled against her neck and savoured the sweetness of her youthful energy as the point of return came for Frank and that familiar deep pumping sensation began at last.

  “Come inside me!” she whispered into his ear, her fingers doing the pleading as she dug her nails in to his back.

  He dropped his head to the mattress beside the little girl and he inhaled her sweat, shampoo, breath and the musty smell of the old bed. He felt and heard once again her orgasm, the increased lubrication and her nails scratching along his sides. With a huge groan and brutal thrust Frank came inside the teen, pounding into her with every stroke, with every shot of his cum that filled her inside. His hands gripped her head and she screamed with either pain or pleasure but Frank was past worrying. His temples pounded with blood and pleasure, white lights flashing behind his eyes with the erotic intensity of the girl who seemed to have limitless energy for his satisfaction. His ecstasy was complete and he knew that she had given him most probably the best orgasm he had ever had. His paced slowed and as she relaxed the tension in her legs she dropped back to the ground which gave Brian another chance to grip her tiny, muscled and soaking buttocks. She looked up at him and he caught her gaze, her smile and the wondrous look in her eyes. He felt his rigid cock gently moving against the tight walls of her pussy, feeling every delicate fold of her as he tenderly kissed her lips.

  “Oh Frank!” she said quietly, breathlessly, shaking her head in disbelief and close to tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing his l
ips with a wondrous look in her eyes.

  “Les!” he said, his motion stopped but still deeply lodged inside the nineteen year-old. After almost a minute savoring the feeling of their mutual orgasm and multiple kisses of adoration, she pushed him lightly and he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. The mattress was soaked but he lay there happily as he listened to her breathing and a skylark somewhere above. The wind cooled his skin and he felt the dampness on his legs that was a mixture of her ecstasy and the morning dew. She reached out to find his arm and her fingers then found his, gripping him tightly to make sure he stayed lying next to her, entwined as silent lovers while the clouds slowly passed in the new morning light.

  Frank wasn’t sure but thought that they may have fallen asleep together on the mattress. Leslie was lying next to him with her arm across his stomach and she was most definitely asleep. He kissed her hair, hoping to wake her so they could wash, get breakfast and look in on Brian. When she continued to sleep he kissed her nose and she stirred, smiling at him as she realised they had both dozed off in the sun. Without speaking he pulled her up and guided her to the warm spot in the river where they washed themselves before padding back up to the cabin, hand in hand.

  Chapter 8

  Brian was still asleep as the entered and Leslie pulled the blanket up over him before rejoining Frank in the kitchen. As they were finishing off their porridge Brian groaned and came out of the bedroom to lean against the kitchen door, his cock bobbing up and down between half-erect and flaccid as though it was waiting for a signal.

  “Hey, that’s a very good sign, you’re up and about again!” said Frank, standing to let him sit down.

  “I feel a bit dizzy you know,” he said, supporting his head with his hand.

  “You need something to eat. You’ve had nothing for a couple of days really,” said Leslie, getting up to wash a bowl for him. “I’ll make you some breakfast. Tea?”

  “Mmm, please. Have I been asleep long? When did you get up?”

  “You were asleep most of the night. We’ve been up for a couple of hours,” said Leslie, warming the water for tea.

  He had breakfast, eating slowly but gratefully even though it seemed his shoulder still caused him some pain.

  “You still have no clothes on?” asked Brian.

  Leslie shrugged. “Seems OK to me.”

  “Yeah, it’s fine Brian, no need to get dressed around here until you leave for home,” said Frank, touching his head. “This looks a little better than yesterday I think. Shoulder still hurt?”

  “Yeah, it does but I know what not to do now to keep it from really hurting. Just have to move carefully.”

  “Can you raise your arms?” asked Leslie, clearly anxious about him.

  Brian raised both arms but could only get to about shoulder height with his left. “That’s about as far as I can go with this arm, the other one is fine.”

  They made their way out onto the grass and sat in a circle, warming themselves in the mid-morning sun. Leslie leaned back, eyes closed, smiling at the way nature was treating her body.

  “Les, what happened to you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Down there,” said Brian, nodding between her legs.

  Leslie looked down, then smiled. “Oh, I had a major operation while you were out cold,” she said, rubbing her palm across her smooth pussy. “You like?”

  Brian looked at Frank. “You helped her do it?”

  Frank nodded, frowning and nodding as though it was perfectly normal. Brian’s cock grew rapidly as he looked more closely at the smooth, hairless lips of her pussy. He smiled and nodded. “That’s what they did to me, shaved off all the hair.”

  “Who did?” asked Frank.

  “Some guys Brian hung out with,” said Leslie with distaste.

  “I can understand it for a girl but not for a young boy,” said Frank.

  “I didn’t have much choice, it was infected” responded Brian before relating most of the story again for Frank’s benefit. He finished his tale at the point where the doctor came inside him and the account seemed to have been potent enough to give Frank and Brian full erections which they did nothing to conceal.

  “Don’t forget to tell him that they drugged and raped you afterwards,” said Leslie, clearly annoyed with Brian for treating the episode so casually.

  “What?” asked Frank.

  “Afterwards, they gave me drugs and a load of people took turns.” He touched his cock, stroking it absently as he looked at Leslie then Frank.

  “Jeeze, that’s really crazy. Not just the sex but allowing someone to drug you who you think wasn’t a doctor at all.”

  “Huh, I never thought of that.”

  “You could have caught god-knows what from the injection. Or he could have given you the wrong dose or the wrong drug.” Brian was silent, clearly disturbed about the thought. Frank turned to Leslie. “So how did you hear about this?”

  She shrugged. “Dunno, we were comparing notes yesterday.”

  “Yesterday?” asked Brian.

  “Yeah, you’ve been out of it a while.”

  “She had a girl-girl thing with someone at school.”

  “That’s pretty common at your age. It is great way of finding out about yourself without any of the risks that might happen with a boy. What did you do?”

  “Oh come on, not again!” said Leslie, smiling a little and turning towards them.

  “He told us about his doctor’s visit,” said Frank, touching her thigh. She smiled and returned the gesture, her fingers trailing along the inside of his leg, brushing against his cock with the back of her hand. Brian looked at them both then smiled. “Have you two, you know?”

  “What?” asked Frank

  “Like, had sex?” asked Brian

  Leslie and Frank smiled at each other. “Yes, while you were out of it,” said Leslie.

  Brian gave a huge grin. “That’s good, I’m pleased. But tell me about the girl thing. Sammy was her name, right?”

  Leslie leaned over to Brian and rested her head on his thigh with her hand between his legs, her bubble-butt towards Frank. Brian adjusted his position so he leaned back against the old garden seat and smoothed the girl’s hair out of her eyes. Frank was pleased that the boy didn’t groan as he moved which gave an indication that he was in better shape than two days before.

  “Sammy was first, just touching. Then there was Jenny. She’s from school, lives miles from me,” said Leslie dreamily. Her fingers found his cock and she ran her index finger from base to tip slowly, lightly. “Her parents are really, really well off and she has a fabulous bedroom. A gazillion teddy-bears and a beautiful bed.”

  Frank touched her calves, massaging her, encouraging her to become intimate with Brian.

  “I went to her place a few times. Nothing happened the first time as we were doing a school project. The second time I stayed for dinner and we went to her bedroom afterwards. It’s bigger than our living room, can you believe that?”

  Leslie turned slightly and flicked her tongue over the head of Brian’s cock. The boy groaned a little and again caressed her head in thanks. She opened her legs slightly to give Frank a better view of her tiny, hairless pussy. Frank took the hint and ran his fingers along the inside of her thighs as the young girl took the boy’s cock between her lips. She sucked for a little while then lay back against his stomach.

 

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