Simone Suchler - An adolescent affair

"Fuuuuucccck… meeeee… c o m m m m i i i i n n n n g g g g… yyyyaaaannnnggg'ghhhh… more… more… ohhhh Goddddd… more… more… yesssss… hhhhhaaaaiihyyy aaaggghhhh!" This last coming from the depths of her heaving belly as she tautened so constrictingly, hot juices flooded from within her all over his groin as his hard cock kept pumping. Chris grunted, firing his second dribble of sperm into her narrowness, nevertheless shooting so fast and so hard he thought his cock might burst as a result.

Finally he collapsed on top of the lovely, helpless girl. His limp organ slipped from inside her, and she remained there, falling flat on her belly for a short while, as Chris fell asleep.

When he awoke a little later, she was gone.

That evening, Jo Ann realized that what she had wanted was to have been ass-fucked. She was certain that if Chris hadn't been so near coming, he would have done just that. To insure her having it take place the next time, she would have to specify as much to the male with her. Also, to insure it not being too painful, since it would be the first time her ass would be taking a cock, the lovely young girl decided she would need a thinner cock. A thinner cock meant a younger boy. Well, why not? She was certain there were boys her own age or just a little older who would be more than happy to oblige her. It was merely a question of finding one capable of keeping his mouth shut, after. Though Jo Ann reveled in the idea of being a little bit of a whore, she didn't want it broadcast all over the school and eventually the entire neighborhood. Sooner or later word would get back to her parents, and that was one thing she didn't want. They were so prudish, they would keep a stringent watch on her after that, ruining her sex life for as long as she elected to live with them, which was a good many years yet.

She was pondering all this while sitting on a chair in front of her bedroom window, her chin on her arms, which in turn rested on the windowsill. Looking down, she saw the side door of the house next door open, and out came Charlie Harker. Charlie was a year older than herself, a nice, quiet kid for the most part. Jo Ann remembered seeing him sneaking into his house with girls whenever his parents weren't home; girls from her own classroom, who already had reputations for putting out regularly to become popular. They weren't especially pretty, and as a result they had to make the guys happy some other way.

Jo Ann knew for a fact that Charlie never broadcasted what he did with the girls to anyone else, basically because Charlie was a loner and didn't like talking to the other boys. He was tall, about five-nine or ten, and he had a lot of hair. His beard and mustache had come in while he had been very young, and now he looked like the wild man of Borneo, totally unkempt, but as clean and as gentle as he was hairy. Jo Ann knew, because his bathroom was opposite the one in her family's home, and she had often seen him go into the bathroom and pull the plastic curtain shut before turning on the shower light.

So the next day, Saturday, Jo Ann, wearing a simple blue skirt and white blouse, approached Charlie while he was sitting in his backyard, listening to the radio. Jo Ann also had her red coat on, though it was fairly warm out, and Charlie had on a short jacket as he lay on a lawn chaise. Though it was too cool to actually soak up sun or sit with next to nothing on, it was warm enough to sit outside without catching a cold.

"Hi," she said to Charlie, who was startled to see her, since she rarely talked to him, or for that matter to any member of his family.

"Hi," he nodded back.

"Charlie," she said, approaching him. "I need a favor."

"Figures," he nodded. "Any time a good-looking girl comes near me, it's 'cause she wants a favor. "Okay, what d'you want, Jo Ann?"

She looked him straight in the eye, leaning closer as she whispered, "I'm all hot and aroused, Charlie. I need to be fucked, but in my ass. How about it?"

The bearded boy looked at her with his eyes wide open, unable to believe such words had come from the mouth of such a sweet, innocent-looking young girl. Somehow he was certain he had heard wrong, that it was his imagination that had sparked such words.

"Would you mind repeating that," he said to her.

She smiled at him, nodded, and replied, telling him exactly what she had said the first time. He realized it definitely was not his imagination, this time.

"Why me?" he finally asked, still unable to believe she had come right out and said such things to him.

"Why not you?" she smiled. "The only question is, are you willing?"

"Hey, now, look, I mean this is kinda ridiculous… "

"Charlie," she whispered. "You're not exactly inexperienced. I've seen some of the girls you bring into your home… "

"Hush!" he snapped. "Okay, sure, I do things with girls. Why not? I'm human and I like sex, and these chicks are looking for some kind of love, even if only for a little while. I give it to 'em. But you have a loving family, Jo Ann. You don't need me."

"But you're wrong," she insisted. "I do need you. I need someone, one-time-only, who can sexually gratify me the way I've mentioned. Now, how about it, huh?"

"Wow!" he said, scratching his head. "I've had a lotta wet dreams about making it with you, but I never thought… "

"Well?" she impatiently asked.

"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "But not today. Look, I…“

"Today," she insisted.

"My folks are home. So are yours."

"So find somewhere else," she told him.

He looked at her, then nodded, saying, "School's empty today, but it's open. There are mats on the floor of the boy's gym. Okay?"

"Let's go," she smiled.

As Charlie had predicted, one of the school doors was unlocked, but the place seemed totally abandoned. The two silently made their way to the boy's gym, and Jo Ann noticed there was a lot more paraphernalia here than in the girl's gym. There were climbing ropes here, and the horses used for leaping and the parallel bars used for swinging. Yes, there were mats there, too.

Charlie was still unable to believe what this girl was trying to do, and to make sure she was serious, he began undressing her himself, the moment they arrived there. Jo Ann stood still and let him remove her blouse and skirt. Then he took off her small brassiere, revealing the perfection of her breasts, and by now his erection told him that he was going to do precisely as she wished.

Stepping back, Charlie decided to see if her seeing him naked would shock her, and so began hurriedly removing his own clothing. He didn't stop at his undershorts, but took off everything. As a result, he was completely naked in less than thirty seconds. Jo Ann had a chance to look at his hard cock, and as she had surmised, though it was a nice-sized one for a boy his age, it wasn't nearly as long or as thick as that of Chris or Dr. Joseph. She also noticed that although Charlie was very hairy from the neck up, from the neck down he had almost no hair. The fuzz under his armpits and on his groin was very light. Even so, seeing his extended penis made her aroused, and she automatically cupped a hand against her white, frilly panties. Her finger pressed into her vaginal slit, rubbing the extended clitoris, feeling the crotchband beginning to get wet.

Charlie stared at her, seeing her flush, albeit not with embarrassment. She was hot, really hot. Jeez! Who would have thought it? Jo Ann Blaine was a hot little doll.

"Hey," he said quietly, staring at her with desire filling him. "How'd you like it if, before I fucked that lovely little ass of yours, I sucked that pussy a little first?"

The idea was more than all right with Jo Ann. This was the first time a male was offering to do something for her without wanting her to suck his cock, first. She had actually come to believe that cocksucking was a ritualistic part of what went on between a male and female, and had really expected to go down on Charlie, first. But Charlie had made the offer to her, instead.