Grace Wilkinson - Angie makes friends

"You're not welcome until eight," Angie said coldly.

"I have nowhere to go," Brad said self-pityingly.

"Walk around the block a few times," Angie said, unmoved.

"You wouldn't throw me out," Brad protested lightly, with a dangerous tone in his voice.

Angie could see that he had no intention of leaving and she knew she wasn't strong enough to throw him out alone. She decided it would be smarter to play along with him.

"You can look over the records in the rumpus room while I get a bottle of wine," she said, leading him to the rumpus room.

Brad looked approvingly at the elaborate stereo set built into the wall and the shelves filled with records.

"Make yourself at home," Angie said, turning to go. "I'll be right back."

She hurried up to the kitchen and rushed into the breakfast nook and dialed Doug's phone number.

"Who're you calling?" Brad asked behind her.

Angie jumped in surprise. She turned to see Brad lounging in the doorway, grinning at her in an oppressive way.

"Hello," Doug's voice said in the phone, "hello."

Angie hung up the receiver. "My mother told me to call her at the dinner party they're at. But no one answers."

She smiled appealingly at Brad and slipped past him to the kitchen. "I put a bottle of wine to cool in the refrigerator. Do you like port?"

"I can take it or leave it," Brad said pompously, following her.

With the wine and three glasses on a tray, she led him back down to the rumpus room. She set the tray on a table.

"Would you like some now or shall we wait until Doug comes?" she asked.

"Why not now?" Brad asked, playing a sophisticated man-of-the-world type.

"You pick out a record while I open the wine," Angie directed.

Good gosh, he was hard to talk to! And he kept looking at her in that insinuating way. She must reach the front door first to warn Doug. She kept hoping the doorbell would ring soon.

Brad pretended to look for a record. Is she nervous! he thought. Those two must have been up to something. I'm going to be there when old Douggie boy steps in the door. He put a record on and turned the volume down low so he could hear the doorbell.

Angie poured wine into two glasses. "Turn the volume up, I can't hear it," she told him innocently.

Brad turned it up a little bit. They smiled at each other sincerely.

Angie handed him his glass of wine. They continued to measure each other with their eyes. Panic began to gain possession of Angie. Doug should get here any minute, she kept thinking. I've got to be upstairs when he comes! She tried to think of an excuse to leave.

"Oh, dear!" she said. "I forgot the coasters. Mother'll be so mad. Wait here. I'll run up and get them."

She dashed upstairs. Brad followed at a discreet distance. She went into the kitchen. Brad watched her open a drawer and take some coasters out. Then she stood uncertainly, not wanting to leave. The doorbell rang. Brad watched her dash down the hall and open the door.

In a high voice, Angie said, "Doug! I've got to tell you…"

Doug, stepped in the door saying, "Hi, baby!" and grabbed her and kissed her soundly.

Angie struggled to get him to stop but Doug responded by bending her body backward and running his hand up her skirt to the crotch band of her panties. Angie tried to pull his hands away. In vain.

"Well, hello, you love birds," Brad said in an amused tone.

Doug and Angie pulled apart guiltily.

"Just as I thought," Brad said happily. "There's nothing like learning from experience, is there?"

"What's he doing here?" Doug asked Angie angrily.

"She invited me," Brad answered quickly.

"Why?" Doug asked Angie, humiliation and, rage colored his tone.

Angie was devastated by the quick turn of events. "I–I…" she faltered. She hadn't anticipated such a disastrous end.

"Why not?" Brad sneered. "You're not going to be selfish and keep all the experiences for yourself?"

Doug glared angrily at Brad; then he looked at Angie. She just stood looking back at him, with dumb black eyes. She's not even sorry for what she's done, he thought, enraged.

"Let's show him what we can do. That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Doug shouted at her. And before she could make a protest, he picked her up and ran with her down the hall to her bedroom. Brad ran after them. Doug tore her clothes off and tore his own off and threw her on the bed. He began manipulating her naked young body. His kisses bruised her lips. She tried to keep her teeth closed but when she gasped in pain at his brutal caresses, his tongue drove in deep. It filled her mouth and she choked and fought back now he swirled his tongue around and around and in and out. And… in spite of her revulsion of another boy watching, she could feel her body begin to get hot when he played with her breast, lightly touching the nipple.

No, no, she thought. I don't want to. Not like this! But he moved his hand down between her legs and lightly brushed up the smooth inner softness of her thighs. Desire flamed in her and her body voluntarily opened her legs. Gently he caressed her clitoris and it erected. Her excited body ignored her mind. It began writhing in answer to his touches. Her buttocks began flexing, rocking her body back and forth. She pushed her pelvis up against Doug's pelvis and felt his hardened cock slip wetly into her open vagina.

All this time, Brad watched them fascinated. He saw Doug sink his hardened rod of quivering flesh deep inside her soft hair-lined pussy. He watched it pump up and down, in and out, making an exciting wet sucking noise as it probed faster and faster. Their bodies banged into each other; their faces began to look tortured. He had never imagined anything like this! Contorted muscles, wild breathing. His cock erected and his body began to burn. He began undressing so that he would be ready to fuck this wild young chick when his time came.

Caught up in her passion, Angie pulled her legs farther back and began to grind her young excited cunt more and more wildly up against Doug's pelvis. She could feel her orgasm coming; and then Doug's body locked on hers. While her body burned in frustration, he jerked and emptied great gushing streams of hot, white cum deep up into her wildly clasping cuntal passage.

Doug collapsed on her and then rolled off, a limp heap on the bed.

"I want to try it," Brad said eagerly, grabbing the helpless girl's ankles and spreading them far apart. He looked at her vagina to see where he should ram his cock in. It was all red, open and surrounded by a tantalizing ring of soft curly pubic hair. My God, he didn't think a girl that small could have such a big hole! He dropped down between her open thighs and his large hard penis slipped in easily; an electric thrill shot through him when he felt it close wetly and snugly around the shaft. He began rocking back and forth like he'd seen Doug doing. His penis got more and more excited. He pushed harder and harder and faster and faster in her. He felt like pushing his hardened penis all the way through her until it reached up and came out of her mouth.

Angie hadn't had time to think between the time Doug had rolled off of her and the time Brad had got on. Her vagina felt full again with a penis. Passion had dulled her senses. She couldn't fight back. Naked desire ran through her body again. She began pushing up and down against Brad. She could feel his penis push in and pull out, sliding up and down against the wet, slippery sides of her vagina. The walls were engorged with blood and formed a warm tight fitting tunnel around the swollen shaft of his penis. She strained her vaginal muscles hard against Brad's impaling cock, enclosing it tightly. The walls tried to lock it in her; not to let it out. To make it go deeper and deeper into her. To swallow it. To squeeze all the pleasure and life-giving sperm completely out of it.