Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

"Yes. Yes."

His shirttails covered his cock as he bent over her, and he pushed them aside. He took hold of his small penis and held it firm, aiming it at the pink slit of Tessie's pussy. His eyes were riveted to the hard nipples, the nipples that had haunted his memory. Her ass lifted off the cot and her cunt came up to meet his cock, as he nestled the tip of its head in the soft wet lips of her pussy.

Fantasy! Not real… not real… not real. He looked into Tessie's eyes and she stared back at him, a wild sexual glint defying him to push his cock into her hole, all the way into her. He felt the velvet touch of her cuntlips and he jumped, withdrawing his cock, sucking in his stomach. Real… Very real!

"Oh-oh-oh." He looked like he was about to faint. "Ohhhhh!"

Her hands pressed against his white asscheeks, her nails dug into him, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, shoving her cunt against his body, urging. him to fuck into her.

"I'm sorry. Tessie, I'm sorry… This is awful. I'm sorry!"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"What do you mean, you can't?"

"Tessie, I came. You got me so damned excited, I just came."

"Already?"

"I'm sorry "

"Do you always come that quickly?"

"No." He sounded hurt, embarrassed, and a little angry. "You teased me so much, made me want you so badly, that I couldn't help it. My cock has been hard for you since the first day I saw you."

Her legs were still wrapped around him, her belly just under his, and she felt the cold puddle of his jism on her flesh. She rubbed her body against his, catching his limp penis between her legs, tight against her snatch.

"Tessie, it's no use. I won't be able to get it up again… not for a while anyhow."

"Why not?"

"I'm not fifteen."

Tessie didn't care. If he had been so excited that he couldn't hold back, that he couldn't contain himself and keep from coming, had wanted her so badly, then she felt wonderful "Sit up, so I can see you."

He sat up, and, on her hands and knees, doggie-positioned on the cot, Tessie looked him once in the eyes, and then bent her head down between his shaking thighs. She licked his cock dry. From her belly, she scooped up his come and massaged it into her skin. Then she lay back down and asked him to stand up, dangling his penis over her face.

He did as she asked, partially out of guilt for not having satisfied her, partially out of shame for not having been able to hold back in coming, but mostly out of curiosity. He had never met anyone as sexually turned on and open about it as Tessie was. Mr. Sands watched, mesmerized, as her body twisted and squirmed on the brown leather cot.

She looked at his cock, masturbating herself, pushing drops of his sperm into her hole. She couldn't stop staring at his cock. She loved looking at it. She reached up and touched it, and she loved touching it. She sat up and licked it, and she loved licking it: She sucked it and loved it, watched it harden and loved it. It twitched and she loved that. She let go of it and it softened – and she loved, loved, loved it.

Her hands twirled madly in her pussy, her lips fluttered open and closed, her asshole puckered and tightened, and her stomach sucked in. "Jerk off, too."

"I can't. I won't come again. I – "

"Jerk off… over my face."

Mr. Sands took the soft flesh in his hand and squeezed it. He was small and his hand hid his organ from her view.

"Let me see it. Let me see your cock."

He gripped the flaccid penis and jerked it up and down, rapidly, almost frantically. His mind said come and he wanted to convince his cock.

"I love it, love your cock… love it."

He was hard and getting harder. He didn't believe it. Harder. He kept masturbating, his hand blurring as it moved, almost afraid that if he let up for a second his penis would shrivel and die again. He jerked it, pulled it, yanked on it, his body gyrating. Harder. His heart pounded, painfully pounded.

"Do I excite you? Do I make you want to come so bad that you can't hold it back, that you just shoot right in your pants?"

"Christ, yes." He was hard, very hard. He couldn't believe this was happening. "Christ. Christ, I'm gonna come… come again."

"Do I do that to you?, Just gotta come, just gotta cream all over me. Don't you?"

"Yes… yesssssssss… yessssssss!"

Her finger sloshed in and out of her slit, up and down, sliding and slipping in her pussy flesh, her body bouncing off the cot.

"Come. I want to see you come."

"Yes!" His chest was going to explode and the pulsing of his heart thundered in his ears.

"All over me. On my tits and cunt. Come on me."

"Agggghhhhh!"

"Yes, now. Shoot your creamy, delicious jism all over me."

Tessie sat up, her hand working feverishly at her cunt, and she watched his prick. He held it in one hand and it was quaking in his grip, the tiny hole spasming. A spurt of soft white cream fell onto her breast and it felt red-hot to her flesh. Her body became rigid and Tessie started to come.

"Coming again… Tessie. Oh, what you can do… comingcomingcoming!"

Creamy sperm, blobs of it, gobs of it, dripping onto her tits, sliming down her skin, splotching in her cunthairs. A coming cock, right before her eyes, coming onto her body, hitting her in the face, on the mouth. She opened her mouth to catch a drop of the delicious liquid. She curled her tongue around the meager drop, trying to savor its delicious taste before gulping it down her greedy throat. Cock, she thought, coming for me. For me… and Tessie came, reaching a new peak of excitement, then coming again… and again… and again.

"Wow!" Tessie said.

"I gotta sit down. I think I'm gonna die." Mr. Sands said.

Tessie laughed and then he did, too.

"Can we fuck sometime?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, confidently. Mr. Edwyn Sands had been flustered for the last time.

"You want anymore?"

"Nah!"

Jeanie shoved the paper plate of French fries back into the greasy brown bag and then crinkled the bag up. "Yuk!"

"Want more soda?" Tessie offered the can of grape soda to her friend.

"Okay. Want to split a dex?"

"Mmmmm. I could use something to perk me up."

Jeanie broke the small green pill in half and they each swallowed a piece, washing it down with soda. The two girls met every morning at 7:30, picked up some breakfast at Nick's and brought it up to their homeroom class. Usually there'd be no one in the room, and they'd put on the make-up that their mothers didn't know they wore, do the homework they'd skipped the night before, and they'd talk, mostly about boys and clothes.

"What's the matter?" Jeanie stood a small round mirror on her desk and leaned into it, gingerly applying a light green line along her eyelid, her large, brown eye staring back at her from the magnified mirror.

"I'm tired… up late last night."

"You sound depressed." Jeanie applied the make-up to her other eyelid then sat back and admired her reflection. She made a funny face at herself. "I know you better, Tessie Matheson." Jeanie said, practicing a seductive expression. "What's up?"

"I think I'm going to quit school."

Jeanie turned to her friend, startled. "You can't do that. Why, anyhow"

"I'm bored. The year is almost up and it has been a total waste of time. I can't think of anything I learned that was worth knowing or that I didn't know before. I thought school was for learning. So, I cut up a frog, learned some number games in algebra, went on a school boat ride, and I can say aunt, school, and girl in French. So, Jeanie, so what?

"And… and the boys are boring, the parties are boring, the pills, the grass, the wine, the whole trip is boring. Jeanie, it's all a crock of shit."