Paul Mall - Take A Toss With Tess

"What's that you say? No one can hear you… dear:"

One tear escaped and rolled down Eleanor's embarrassed cheek. "You win," she whispered.

"Still can't hear you, you motherfucker. What'd you say?" Tessie would settle for nothing but total victory.

"YOU WIN! Okay, bitch?" At least Eleanor's tears had stopped.

"Yes. Okay."

Tessie let her go and Eleanor rolled over, stood up, and disappeared through the crowd. From where she was kneeling on the ground, tits rising and falling as she caught her breath, Tessie bowed to the crowd. She looked around at all of them, grinning, but stopped stunned when her gaze fell on Nick. He was panting, his face waxen, and there was a large wet stain in the crotch of his pants. He came… he came, her mind whirled.

They made eye contact, Nick looking strangely at Tessie, and Tessie staring bewilderedly back at him, suddenly aware of her own sexual arousal.

The crowd dispersed, some of the kids going back into Nick's, but most of then, going to find a place to get laid. There had been a lot of heavy petting during the wrestling match, bare tits and kicking legs having turned the crowd on But Tessie just knelt on the ground, looking at Nick's hard-on rising anew in his pants, wondering why he… she… everyone… was so turned on.

"Here. You want this?" Nick had picked up her lipstick case when it fell out of her pocket, during the fight.

"Thanks." She looked up at him as he stood in front of her.

"Can I help you with… with this?" His hands started to the halter, but rested instead on her breasts. He touched them softly before his passion made him crush his palms against her.

"Oh, so nice," he rasped "

"Nick! What are you doing?"

He rested one hand on the stain in his light brown pants. "See what you did." Desire made him maul her tits roughly, squeezing them in his hands, pulling them to her sides, pushing them back together again. "You make me hot. A little bitch, huh?" A sinister laughed gurgled up his throat, frightening Tessie.

"Nick! Stop it."

He pinched her nipples cruelly. Kissing her on the lips, he sank his teeth into them, drawing blood from one. Tessie didn't struggle. Her panties were soaking wet from the pure randiness of the moment and she wanted Nick to throw her down on the ground and then fuck her – right there in the alley for all to see. She wanted him to tear her clothes off, what was left of them, and to take her, brutally, stabbing his Cock into the center of her being.

"Get up. We'll go down the cellar. I've got something to show you." Nick pulled her to her feet and into the store. He wanted this little girl, wanted her very badly.

There were only a few kids left in the luncheonette, so Nick locked the front door, telling those that were there to help themselves to whatever they wanted, and to leave their money on the cash register. He didn't think about what they wouldn't pay for, a small loss for this chance to finally get between Tessie's legs. He was going to show her what happened to nice little cockteasers.

Tessie had something else to learn after all… that there is more to sex than just fucking and sucking. A lot more.

Twirling around in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the inside of the closet, Jeanie admired herself in the long white skirt whirling and wrapping itself around her lissome legs. "Why'd you let him do that?" She tugged at the skirt's matching white halter, adjusted the two pieces of material crisscrossing her tiny breasts, and turned to face her friend. "Honestly, Tessie, sometimes I think you're crazy."

"It wasn't terrible. He made me come… twice." Tessie watched as Jeanie modeled the new outfit, admiring her tall, narrow frame.

"But you let him tie you up. How'd you know he wasn't going to kill you?"

The girls had just returned from a shopping spree, and their purchases lay sprawled all over Jeanie's bed and carpet. Tessie sorted through them, separating hers from Jeanies. Not that it mattered who bought what – both girls swapped clothing in much the same way they swapped boyfriends… frequently.

"Don't be silly. Why'd Nick want to kill me? Jeanie, I think you go to too many movies."

Undoing the halter, Jeanie let it fall to the floor, then unzipped the skirt. She glanced at her torso's reflection, proud of her budding breasts, confident that, by the time she was sixteen, they'd be rounder and firmer. Jeanie enjoyed watching the changes that were taking place in her youthful body, seemingly unaffected by the pubescent years. For her, it was an exciting time, a time of great promise.

"Can I try that on next?" Tessie had already shed her clothing and now slipped out of her white bikini underpants.

Unashamedly bare-assed, the two teenagers went through all the bags and boxes scattered about, trying on everything at least twice each while prattling about girlish importance, their conversation always returning to one thing.

"Tessie, why'd he want to tie you up in the fast place? If he wanted to fuck, and you wanted to fuck, then why couldn't you just do it?"

"First of all, he didn't tie me up. He just tied my wrists behind my back – and, he told me that he was going to do it… because I'd enjoy fucking that way. So… I believed him. And – damn it! I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah!" Tired of taking clothing on and off, Jeanie settled down comfortably on the bed, naked, and watched Tessie slip into a pale green knit dress. "What happened after he tied your hands?"

"Well… my halter was already off, so after he tied my wrists, he made me lie down on the ground. Yuk! It was all dirty and I kept expecting bugs to crawl on me." She tugged at the dress's bodice, fitting it snugly over her breasts. "Get this for me."

Jeanie went to Tessie's aid and slid the zipper up the back of the dress, her fingers lingering to touch the smooth skin beneath the green material. The darker girl's cologne assailed Jeanie's nostrils and she resisted the temptation to caress Tessie's soft flesh.

"And?"

"And… well, for a while, he didn't do any thing. He just walked in a circle around me, looking at me, and telling me how pretty I was. He told me I looked like such a nice little girl, and that he didn't understand why I acted so naughty all the time… that maybe I needed to learn a lesson… and that I shouldn't be such a cockteaser. That's when he started to change… He started to get angry, but I don't know why he did. He just started yelling at me."

"You still weren't scared?"

"Some, but as soon as he saw I was… frightened… he started to feel bad. At least, I guess he did, because then he told me not to worry, that he wasn't going to hurt me, that everything was going to be just fine. That's when I noticed how very hard his thing was, sticking straight out in front of him."

Listening to Tessie, and being so close to her, was turning Jeanie on. She quickly retreated the safe distance back to the bed.

"He took his clothing off, talking and looking at me all the time. Then he undressed me and made me stand up, and, touching my tits, he whispered about how nice they were. There were some crates in the corner of the cellar and he pulled me over to them… then… then he sat down and put me over his knees… just like I was a little kid. And… and he… spanked me.

"What?" Jeanie sat straight up, a look of pure astonishment on her face. "He what?"

"He spanked me, I said. Really! The first slap seed the shit out of me, the second one made me angry, and the third one made me wet. Jeanie, it was all very weird, but the more he slapped me, the wetter my pussy became. It hurt. I didn't like it. But, god, how turned on I was. And when he finally lay me back down on the ground to fuck me, I was begging for him to do it."