Allen Whitten - The teaser next door

Most of her parents' friends had come under her scrutiny; she had daydreamed about several fucking her, plunging their pricks in her, becoming more than mere friends, becoming lovers with whom she could share herself.

It had been a friend of her father's who had first fucked her.

She had inadvertently entered the wrong bathhouse at the country club where she had seen her first naked man, a business associate of her father's. He had stood embarrassed, and she had watched him flush. She had been entranced, unable to move, thrilled by his nakedness.

She stared in fearful fascination as his flaccid prick had begun to rise. He had fucked her right there in the bathhouse, her ass perched on his beach towel, plowing through her cherry and giving her what she had always wanted – a hard cock fucking the shit out of her.

He had been embarrassed and fearful when it was over, realizing that he had committed jailbait rape by giving her the fucking she had wanted and had not fought against. The mere insertion of his prick into her fourteen-year-old cunt was enough to condemn him if he were found out. He muttered apologies and fled, and though she too had quickly gathered her swimsuit and slipped it back on, slinking out of the bathhouse, it was with no remorse over what had happened, but with a glow, a sense of her womanhood, a desire to pursue this new-found thing.

Phillip unzipped her miniskirt and eased it over her hips. His hands trembled as he slipped the garment down her thighs and off her legs. He cast it away.

Surprisingly he began to kiss her feet, her ankles, her calves, his mouth working up toward her steaming cunt. When he paused at her knees, she flopped her legs open, offering him a good look at the red meat of her pussy.

He began to lick the warm flesh. His tongue brushed lightly across the velvety inner region of her thighs. When he was within several inches of her pulsating pussy, he tasted her cunt juices, still flowing down her thighs. He imagined the thick bush of her cunt winking smugly at him. He gulped, as much in fear as from his arousal. He had seen pictures of wide-open cunts, but he had never been this close to a juicing cunt in his life. He was drawn to it like a magnet.

He nuzzled between her thighs, his face so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath even through the silk of her panties.

He kissed her then, right on the dampness of her crotch, felt the flesh beneath the fabric oozing softly and saturating the crotch. She moaned and pushed herself up to him, lost in her own lust, stoking the flames of need.

"Oh, God, kiss my pussy!" she whispered wildly, quivering and undulating in savagely eager jerks. She clamped her legs tightly about his head, entrapping him in their viselike grip, holding him to her.

He fought to get out, and she was afraid she had frightened him with her boldness, but the need was getting stronger within her cunt, was coursing trough her tits. She bucked and rolled to the strange rhythm, the erotic sensations of her need making her place her heels on the couch and push her pussy upward.

"Your fingers. Hurry and get me ready!" she begged, placing her hands on her panties as if to draw them down and away from her. The panties were smothering her pussy, holding in the heat that sought to escape, they were a buffer between her and the fucking she so desperately needed.

Phillip eased her panties off then placed his hand on her pussy and pressed. He watched her in fascination. His cock throbbed, the blood shooting to the head, swelling it so that he thought that any second it would burst from the immense pressure.

She had been massaging her tits for several moments, pulling them, tugging forcefully at her nipples. Her belly shivered with lightning-quick bursts of breath that were forced through her open mouth, and her tongue flicked frantically over her lips to keep them wet. For some reason they had become dry.

"Hurry!" she demanded.

Phillip slipped one knuckle of his middle finger into her cunt. Her breath whooshed out of her lunges.

"AHHHH!" she moaned. "More. Give me more of it."

She bucked against his hand, but he withdrew the finger so that her cunt could not envelop it. He was enjoying tantalizing her.

The flesh of her pussy was dark, but as he separated the cuntlips with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand, he saw that it was almost crimson on the inside.

He dipped deeper into her pussy, giving her a second knuckle, catching her erect clitoris with the motion. He could feel the clit right above his hand, and he was amazed at how stiff it was. He moved his hand so that his thumb brought pressure to bear on her clit while he eased his finger into her pussy.

"All of it!" she cried. She grabbed his wrist with her hand and shoved forward with her hips so that he could not escape her this time.

"Alihhh, there. Finger-fuck me, Phillip!"

He began to plunge his finger in and out, and when she responded, he slipped her a second finger. All the while he was stroking his cock with his other hand.

She fucked his finger for almost a minute, and then shouted, "Your cock! Give me your cock!"

He was all too happy to oblige.

Phillip's balls hurt from trying to hold back his wad.

He moved atop her, stretching himself out. The heat pouring out of her cunt was fantastic. She opened her legs for him, opened her arms. He rested on his knees and touched the tip of his cock to her cunt. He slid the knob across the slit several times, letting her feel the size of his prick, moistening his cockhead from the frothy cunt juice pouring out of her and glistening on her pussylips.

Her cunt flesh was incredibly soft, incredibly warm, and his cockhead spread the puffy outer lips as he moved forward.

He groaned as he felt her cunt flesh envelop his stiff cock. Wendy's pussy yielded to him gave very little resistance as he slid all the way to the hilt. He could feel her bushy cunt mound clasping at the base of his prick. Her pussy clasped every inch of his cock, and the outer muscles began to contract around the base.

"I didn't know you could make a pussy bite," he breathed, trying to hold himself back. The way she was milking his cock he felt like he would explode into her clasping cunt any second.

Her pussy clamped his cock again. He clenched his teeth.

Wendy, sensing the urgency gathering in his balls, relaxed the massage her cunt was giving his prick. She did not want him to shoot just yet, not till he had fucked her through a climax.

"Fuck me, Phillip! Stick your cock all the way up into my belly. Fuck my pussy with all your might!"

He began to move then, bringing his hard-on almost all the way out, then fucking forward with savage thrusts. She took the cock, matched its rhythm, and began to hunch back.

When she rose to meet him, their bodies pounded at one another. He lowered his chest to her, kissed her with mounting passion, then buried his face in her neck and felt her delightful young cunt stroking his cock.

Wendy reached down and grabbed his asscheek with her right hand, while encircling his neck with her left. She tugged at his ass, trying to draw him deeper into her pussy. The slap of his balls against her ass sent shimmering thrills racing through her. She moaned.

This is so wonderful, she thought. I love to be fucked! A man's cock fucking my pussy is the only thing worth living for. Oh, fuck me, Phillip! Fuck me and don't stop!

She became aware that Phillip was ready to release the pent-up cock cream from his swollen balls. And yet she was far, so very far, from achieving the same release in her cunt, of feeling the shuddering impact of an orgasm.

She slowed her pace, hoping that she could impede the rush of cum gathering in his nuts.