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The club was dark, smoky and smelled of stale beer and cigarettes, and too make matters worse, the last dancer had a pussy that resembled something close to a fast food roast beef sandwich. Her saggy tits that just kind of laid on her beer gut which jiggled in a way to make me not to ever eat Jell-O again. She looked like my Aunt Denise and she’d been the best so far. I looked over at my buddy Jim, who’s birthday we were celebrating, and without a word we mutually decided that it was time to go. We both downed the last our overpriced beers and got up from the bar to head out onto the streets of what used to be known as the combat zone of Boston.
It was a warm summer evening in the early eighties, and I had just wrapped up my four-year stint in the Army. I’d been looking forward to this night for a while and it was disappointing that the whores in the strip club were so bad, but still, we drank some beer and seen some naked sluts. Even ugly naked sluts were still naked sluts. As we walked down the street to the T station where we could catch the train back to my truck the pay phone next to us began to ring. Jim looked at me with a grin and laughed, “Answer it!”
Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was just being young, but I laughed and crossed the sidewalk and lifted the handset from the receiver, “Hello.”
The voice on the other end sounded young and much sweeter than the raspy voices of the old strippers from the club. “Hi, who’s this?”
I told her my name and she said that her name was Jenny. I explained that this was a pay phone and asked who she was looking for. She explained that her girlfriend Suzie had dared her to call and flirt with the first guy who answered. I asked how old she was, and she told me 18, I had my doubts but continued to talk with her. She sounded really cute, but young, but then from my experience, the sweeter the voice the uglier and fatter the girl was on the other end. Still, we talked for a few minutes and against my better judgement I gave her my phone number before hanging up.
Jim and I laughed about the call the rest of the way to the subway station and through the trip back to my truck. We joked about how the voice on the end was probably an obese 65-year-old tranny. I then brought him home to his parent’s house before heading back to my small apartment. When I got home, I noticed the small red light on my answering machine blinking. I hit the play button and was surprised to hear the high-pitched voice of Jenny asking if I wanted to get together the next day.
I called her back and she answered on the first ring, “I was hoping that you’d call me back.” She talked in a hushed voice as if she didn’t want anyone to hear that she was on the phone, but we talked for almost an hour about pretty-much nothing and flirted quite a bit. In the end, I agreed to pick her up at the Dunkin’s just down the street from the pay phone from earlier. I told her to look for my red Ford pickup and that I would be there for noon, before hanging up for the night.
The next morning, I got up and fixed a coffee as usual. I debated whether I was actually going into Boston to meet this strange girl, but in the end, I figured that I had nothing better to do. So, a little after 11 I grabbed my keys and headed into the city still not sure who this girl was or even if she would show up. Worse come to worst, I could always pretend not to be the guy she was looking for if she turned out to be hideous, or a guy. She couldn’t have been as bad as the dancers from the night before, or at least I hoped not, so off to Boston I went.
Traffic on a Saturday morning wasn’t too bad, so I got there a little bit early. I pulled through the drive-thru and ordered an iced coffee before pulling into a spot to wait. I figured to give her until a quarter after before heading home. I didn’t have to wait long. A cute little brunette with a pixie haircut and the chest of a twelve-year-old boy under her AC-DC t-shirt, walked up to my truck and asked if I was Tom. She was pretty enough, but I doubted that she was 18. I should have said no, but I looked down at her slender frame and said that I was. She explained that she was Jenny.
Again, against my better judgement, I told her to hop in and as she crossed in front of the truck, I leaned over the bench seat and unlocked the door. Her short denim skirt rode high up her smooth thighs as she climbed into the passenger side of my pick-up. Once she was settled in, she looked at me with the prettiest grey eyes and asked what I wanted to do.
I knew that I couldn’t take her to a bar, or anywhere else without drawing attention, so I suggested that we go back to my place to get acquainted. To my surprise she said that sounded like fun, I’d actually figured that she’d call me a “perv” and scramble out of the truck screaming. I dropped the truck into gear and pulled out of the parking lot and into the busy Boston traffic. As I navigated my way back to the highway I asked, “So, how old are you really?”
She looked down at the floorboard of my old truck and admitted that she had lied by three years and asked if I was mad. I said that I wasn’t and added that she was really cute. We were just getting to the on-ramp for the highway and placed my hand on her silky-smooth thigh before asking if she still wanted to go back to my place.
She looked down at my hand, which was only a couple of inches from the junction between her thighs, and cutely bit her lip as she nodded. After bringing the old Ford up through the gears onto the highway I put my hand back onto the smooth skin of her leg, now only an inch or so from her crotch. I could feel the heat emanating from her and it started to create a reaction in my Fruit of the Looms. She might have been young, but she was sexy as hell and I hadn’t been with a woman in a while. We talked as I drove, mostly about her school and my work as a shipping supervisor at a local factory. She told me about her best friend Suzie, who had dared her to make that phone call. I asked her if she thought about how dangerous it could have been, not knowing who might answer the phone. “It could have been a serial killer who answered”, I suggested.
“You and your friend didn’t look like serial killers”, she laughed and then asked, “You’re not, are you?”
“Not what?”
“A serial killer.”
It was my turn to laugh, “I’m not telling.” It then dawned on me what she said, “What do you mean that Jim and I didn’t look like serial killers, you could see us?”
“Yeah”, she admitted, “I live in an apartment across the street from that phonebooth. I can see it from my bedroom. Suzie and I spend a lot of time people watching and when we saw you two, she dared me to call the phonebooth to see if one of you would answer it.”
“So, you and your friend spend all your time watching guys from your window”, I asked.
“Not just the guys, I watch the girls that work the streets too”, she explained, “Sometimes I watch them being picked up and wonder what it would be like to be used like a whore.”
Now that was an interesting twist, I thought as I turned the truck into the parking lot of my apartment complex and pulled into my assigned spot. I put my hand back down on her thigh and turned to her after shutting off the engine. “Here we are.” I got out of the truck and went around to the other side to get her door. She climbed down from the passenger seat and followed me to the door of the converted old brick factory. I was kind of hoping that none of my neighbors would see me taking this young girl into my place. I really didn’t want to deal with their questions and judgement. We made it to the door to my place without running into anyone and I let her inside. As a 23-year-old bachelor, my place was fairly spartan. Not a single piece of my furniture matched any other and a single Pink Floyd poster served as decoration. “Want something to drink”, I offered as I locked the door behind her.
She asked what I had, and we settled on having a beer. I grabbed two cans from the kitchen and showed her into the living room and turned on the stereo. She sat next to me on the threadbare sofa as we sipped our beers and listened to the radio. For once since this whole thing started, I was nervous about where to start. I reached behind her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. She took a big gulp of her beer and set her can down on the end table before turning to me with half closed eyes. Her lips tasted of strawberries and Busch Light.
As we kissed, I gently rubbed her bare thigh with my free hand. I don’t know if it was intentional but when she turned into our kiss her small hand landed in my lap. Intended or not, her slender fingers settled on my growing shaft and began to trace it’s outline through my jeans. I took this as a sign that she was willing, so I let my fingers move up her thigh until I reached the hot, damp crotch of her panties.
“Mmmm”, she moaned into my mouth as I lightly ran my finger against her slit. I rubbed a little harder and pushed the moist fabric of her panties between her lips and she responded by opening her legs to give me better access.
I let go of her hot little pussy and gripped the hem of her t-shirt. I pulled it up over her head exposing her flower-printed training bra, which quickly joined the t-shirt on the floor. Her pale tits were indeed tiny, little more than mere bumps tipped by nickel-sized dark nipples. I quickly latched my mouth onto one of her perky little nipples and sucked on it roughly. While I teased her teeny titties, I used my free hand to unbuckle my belt and jeans. “Take it out like a good whore.”
There was no hesitation before her slender hand reached into my underwear and fished out my hard prick. I lifted my ass a bit and pushed down my jeans and tighty-whities until I could kick them off. Once I was naked from the waist down, she wrapped her small fingers around my shaft and began pumping her hand up and down it’s length. I kissed her again roughly and told her, “suck my cock!”
Again, she submissively slid off the sofa to kneel between my knees. She bent at the waist and took the head of my dick into her sweet innocent mouth. She was certainly ambitious even if inexperienced and unimaginative as she bobbed her face onto my cock. “Lick it”, I instructed, and she pulled her mouth off of my knob and began to run her tongue up and down my rod. She was beginning to get the hang of it, alternating between licking my shaft and sucking my knob. She made herself gag a few times before she figured out how to relax her throat but eventually, she managed to take all of my cock.
As I said, it had been a while since I’d had anything other than my right hand and it wasn’t taking long before I could feel my balls beginning to churn. I grabbed her head and began to basically fuck her mouth as I edged closer to cumming. “Here it comes”, I warned her, “Swallow it all like a good little whore!” Holding her head still I unloaded what felt like a years’ worth of cum into her throat and like a good slut she swallowed every drop and even licked my shaft clean when I released her head.
Having taken my load, it was now time for her to feel good. I got up and pulled her up to her feet. I kissed her roughly, tasting my cum on her lips, but I didn’t mind. I turned her around and pushed her back onto the sofa. Leaning over her trembling frame I sucked on her petite boobs as I worked loose the buttons of her skirt. Once they were undone, I pulled it down her legs and leaned forward to lick the thin white cotton than covered her wet pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and the juices that damped her crotch even more so. She moaned loudly as I licked her and lifted her ass to allow me to pull off her panties. Her swollen pussy was covered with fine black hairs and glistened where her sweet nectar leaked from her hole. I used my fingers to spread her soft lips apart to inspect my prize. I could see that her hymen had been torn and wondered for a moment who the lucky bastard had been, but only for a moment.
Her wet cunt tasted heavenly as I licked from her taint to her clit and she gasped, “Oh shit!”
I licked her dripping gash and sucked on her small clit like a man possessed and soon had her writhing on thee sofa moaning and swearing up a storm as she came. I had to wrap my arms around her waist to hold on as she came on my tongue. Greedily I lapped up the gushing ambrosia that flowed from her little hole. When she settled down, I placed a finger at her entrance and gently pushed it inside. I teased the top of her tight canal with my fingertip and continued to work her clit with my tongue until she quickly began to cum again. With her second orgasm approaching I worked another finger into her tight wet hole and that seemed to drive her over the edge. Her soft thighs clamped forcefully around me head and her lithe body bucked uncontrollably against my face.
“Please, no more”, she pleaded and pushed my head away from her quivering twat.
“Baby, we’re just getting started”, I grinned as I moved up between her spread thighs.
Her eyes widened as I rubbed the head of my prick up and down her wet gash. “Fuck”, she swore and bit her bottom lip when I pushed the tip of my cock into her incredibly tight pussy.
“You like that cock, whore”, I taunted her as I pushed deeper into her.
“It’s so big”, she cried.
“Bigger than those little boys at school?”
“I’ve never let any of them put it in me”, she whined as I pushed another inch or so into her.
“Never”, I asked.
“No, I’m a virgin.”
I smiled and pushed one time until my sack rested on her asshole. “Not anymore, now you’re my little whore. Aren’t you?”
“Uh huh”, she nodded.
“Say it”, I ordered and began to slowly fuck her. It felt kind of awkward to treat her like this, it’s not normally my style but she seemed to be into it.
“Ugh”, she grunted as I bottomed out once again, “I’m your whore.”
Gradually, as her pussy stretched to accommodate my cock, I fucked her harder and harder until the sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the small apartment. I used my thumb to rub on her clit as I pounded her sweet little cunt with my hard cock. Her pale white skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing grew haggard.
She really started to get into it, wrapping her thin legs around my ass and matching my every thrust until finally her body clenched up and her tight canal squeezed my shaft as she came again. “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, she squealed as she climaxed for the first time ever from being fucked.
Once she released my ass from the death grip of her legs, I pulled out to stave off my own climax and lapped up the cream from her now opened cunt before rolling her over on the couch. With her ass pointing towards the ceiling I slammed my cock back into her. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her cute little ass while I fucked her with piston-like strokes. Doggy is probably my favorite position and I knew that I wasn’t going to last too long with this tight little teenager, but while I could, I was going to give her a fucking that she’d never forget.
I pounded her from behind until finally I couldn’t hold back. I pulled my slimy cock from her and spun her around on the sofa. Instinctively, she opened her mouth when I pressed my knob against her lips. She sucked on the head of my prick while I jacked my shaft until I erupted with powerful jets of cum. She swallowed hard with each spurt of my thick goo as it filled her mouth.
By this time, we were both spent and needed to take a break, so I got us each a cold beer and we sat on the couch enjoying the post-coitus euphoria. She curled up next to me on the sofa and we kissed for several minutes. We spent the next hour sitting there naked and getting to know each other better. We talked about her friends at school and my time in the Army, not that there was much to tell. I had been in supply, and really hadn’t been anywhere interesting.
I looked at the clock on my cable box and suggested that she take a shower before I had to take her home. She giggled and agreed that it was probably a good idea, but only if I would join her. It’s not like I was going to refuse that offer so I showed her to the bathroom. We stood under the hot water washing each other. Her silky skin felt great as I washed every inch of her tight young body. Okay, maybe washing is the wrong word, more like groping with soapy hands. It felt even better as she washed me, her petite hands explored every inch of my body, and left nothing untouched. By the time she finished “washing” my cock I was rock hard once again. She turned away from me and pressed that nice firm ass against my shaft. I pushed against her back until she bent at the waist and reached for me from between her legs. She guided my cock towards her entrance and I easily slipped into her wet snatch.
One of the few benefits of apartment living is the near endless supply of hot water. I fucked her for almost twenty minutes and gave her two more orgasms before I had to pull out and give her a third mouthful of cum. The whole time I praised her for being a good little whore.
We washed again and by the time we got out of the shower it was definitely time for me to take her home before dinner. We dried off and went to the living room to find our clothes and get dressed. After getting presentable again I locked up behind us and we headed back to Boston. As I got ready to turn onto Washington street, I asked Jenny if her first time had been everything that she’d hoped for. She thought for a moment and after I pulled into the Dunkin Donuts parking lot, she kissed me and asked if we could do it again next weekend. Before I could agree she sweetened the pot by suggesting that she might be able to get Suzie to come along.
It was a warm summer evening in the early eighties, and I had just wrapped up my four-year stint in the Army. I’d been looking forward to this night for a while and it was disappointing that the whores in the strip club were so bad, but still, we drank some beer and seen some naked sluts. Even ugly naked sluts were still naked sluts. As we walked down the street to the T station where we could catch the train back to my truck the pay phone next to us began to ring. Jim looked at me with a grin and laughed, “Answer it!”
Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was just being young, but I laughed and crossed the sidewalk and lifted the handset from the receiver, “Hello.”
The voice on the other end sounded young and much sweeter than the raspy voices of the old strippers from the club. “Hi, who’s this?”
I told her my name and she said that her name was Jenny. I explained that this was a pay phone and asked who she was looking for. She explained that her girlfriend Suzie had dared her to call and flirt with the first guy who answered. I asked how old she was, and she told me 18, I had my doubts but continued to talk with her. She sounded really cute, but young, but then from my experience, the sweeter the voice the uglier and fatter the girl was on the other end. Still, we talked for a few minutes and against my better judgement I gave her my phone number before hanging up.
Jim and I laughed about the call the rest of the way to the subway station and through the trip back to my truck. We joked about how the voice on the end was probably an obese 65-year-old tranny. I then brought him home to his parent’s house before heading back to my small apartment. When I got home, I noticed the small red light on my answering machine blinking. I hit the play button and was surprised to hear the high-pitched voice of Jenny asking if I wanted to get together the next day.
I called her back and she answered on the first ring, “I was hoping that you’d call me back.” She talked in a hushed voice as if she didn’t want anyone to hear that she was on the phone, but we talked for almost an hour about pretty-much nothing and flirted quite a bit. In the end, I agreed to pick her up at the Dunkin’s just down the street from the pay phone from earlier. I told her to look for my red Ford pickup and that I would be there for noon, before hanging up for the night.
The next morning, I got up and fixed a coffee as usual. I debated whether I was actually going into Boston to meet this strange girl, but in the end, I figured that I had nothing better to do. So, a little after 11 I grabbed my keys and headed into the city still not sure who this girl was or even if she would show up. Worse come to worst, I could always pretend not to be the guy she was looking for if she turned out to be hideous, or a guy. She couldn’t have been as bad as the dancers from the night before, or at least I hoped not, so off to Boston I went.
Traffic on a Saturday morning wasn’t too bad, so I got there a little bit early. I pulled through the drive-thru and ordered an iced coffee before pulling into a spot to wait. I figured to give her until a quarter after before heading home. I didn’t have to wait long. A cute little brunette with a pixie haircut and the chest of a twelve-year-old boy under her AC-DC t-shirt, walked up to my truck and asked if I was Tom. She was pretty enough, but I doubted that she was 18. I should have said no, but I looked down at her slender frame and said that I was. She explained that she was Jenny.
Again, against my better judgement, I told her to hop in and as she crossed in front of the truck, I leaned over the bench seat and unlocked the door. Her short denim skirt rode high up her smooth thighs as she climbed into the passenger side of my pick-up. Once she was settled in, she looked at me with the prettiest grey eyes and asked what I wanted to do.
I knew that I couldn’t take her to a bar, or anywhere else without drawing attention, so I suggested that we go back to my place to get acquainted. To my surprise she said that sounded like fun, I’d actually figured that she’d call me a “perv” and scramble out of the truck screaming. I dropped the truck into gear and pulled out of the parking lot and into the busy Boston traffic. As I navigated my way back to the highway I asked, “So, how old are you really?”
She looked down at the floorboard of my old truck and admitted that she had lied by three years and asked if I was mad. I said that I wasn’t and added that she was really cute. We were just getting to the on-ramp for the highway and placed my hand on her silky-smooth thigh before asking if she still wanted to go back to my place.
She looked down at my hand, which was only a couple of inches from the junction between her thighs, and cutely bit her lip as she nodded. After bringing the old Ford up through the gears onto the highway I put my hand back onto the smooth skin of her leg, now only an inch or so from her crotch. I could feel the heat emanating from her and it started to create a reaction in my Fruit of the Looms. She might have been young, but she was sexy as hell and I hadn’t been with a woman in a while. We talked as I drove, mostly about her school and my work as a shipping supervisor at a local factory. She told me about her best friend Suzie, who had dared her to make that phone call. I asked her if she thought about how dangerous it could have been, not knowing who might answer the phone. “It could have been a serial killer who answered”, I suggested.
“You and your friend didn’t look like serial killers”, she laughed and then asked, “You’re not, are you?”
“Not what?”
“A serial killer.”
It was my turn to laugh, “I’m not telling.” It then dawned on me what she said, “What do you mean that Jim and I didn’t look like serial killers, you could see us?”
“Yeah”, she admitted, “I live in an apartment across the street from that phonebooth. I can see it from my bedroom. Suzie and I spend a lot of time people watching and when we saw you two, she dared me to call the phonebooth to see if one of you would answer it.”
“So, you and your friend spend all your time watching guys from your window”, I asked.
“Not just the guys, I watch the girls that work the streets too”, she explained, “Sometimes I watch them being picked up and wonder what it would be like to be used like a whore.”
Now that was an interesting twist, I thought as I turned the truck into the parking lot of my apartment complex and pulled into my assigned spot. I put my hand back down on her thigh and turned to her after shutting off the engine. “Here we are.” I got out of the truck and went around to the other side to get her door. She climbed down from the passenger seat and followed me to the door of the converted old brick factory. I was kind of hoping that none of my neighbors would see me taking this young girl into my place. I really didn’t want to deal with their questions and judgement. We made it to the door to my place without running into anyone and I let her inside. As a 23-year-old bachelor, my place was fairly spartan. Not a single piece of my furniture matched any other and a single Pink Floyd poster served as decoration. “Want something to drink”, I offered as I locked the door behind her.
She asked what I had, and we settled on having a beer. I grabbed two cans from the kitchen and showed her into the living room and turned on the stereo. She sat next to me on the threadbare sofa as we sipped our beers and listened to the radio. For once since this whole thing started, I was nervous about where to start. I reached behind her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. She took a big gulp of her beer and set her can down on the end table before turning to me with half closed eyes. Her lips tasted of strawberries and Busch Light.
As we kissed, I gently rubbed her bare thigh with my free hand. I don’t know if it was intentional but when she turned into our kiss her small hand landed in my lap. Intended or not, her slender fingers settled on my growing shaft and began to trace it’s outline through my jeans. I took this as a sign that she was willing, so I let my fingers move up her thigh until I reached the hot, damp crotch of her panties.
“Mmmm”, she moaned into my mouth as I lightly ran my finger against her slit. I rubbed a little harder and pushed the moist fabric of her panties between her lips and she responded by opening her legs to give me better access.
I let go of her hot little pussy and gripped the hem of her t-shirt. I pulled it up over her head exposing her flower-printed training bra, which quickly joined the t-shirt on the floor. Her pale tits were indeed tiny, little more than mere bumps tipped by nickel-sized dark nipples. I quickly latched my mouth onto one of her perky little nipples and sucked on it roughly. While I teased her teeny titties, I used my free hand to unbuckle my belt and jeans. “Take it out like a good whore.”
There was no hesitation before her slender hand reached into my underwear and fished out my hard prick. I lifted my ass a bit and pushed down my jeans and tighty-whities until I could kick them off. Once I was naked from the waist down, she wrapped her small fingers around my shaft and began pumping her hand up and down it’s length. I kissed her again roughly and told her, “suck my cock!”
Again, she submissively slid off the sofa to kneel between my knees. She bent at the waist and took the head of my dick into her sweet innocent mouth. She was certainly ambitious even if inexperienced and unimaginative as she bobbed her face onto my cock. “Lick it”, I instructed, and she pulled her mouth off of my knob and began to run her tongue up and down my rod. She was beginning to get the hang of it, alternating between licking my shaft and sucking my knob. She made herself gag a few times before she figured out how to relax her throat but eventually, she managed to take all of my cock.
As I said, it had been a while since I’d had anything other than my right hand and it wasn’t taking long before I could feel my balls beginning to churn. I grabbed her head and began to basically fuck her mouth as I edged closer to cumming. “Here it comes”, I warned her, “Swallow it all like a good little whore!” Holding her head still I unloaded what felt like a years’ worth of cum into her throat and like a good slut she swallowed every drop and even licked my shaft clean when I released her head.
Having taken my load, it was now time for her to feel good. I got up and pulled her up to her feet. I kissed her roughly, tasting my cum on her lips, but I didn’t mind. I turned her around and pushed her back onto the sofa. Leaning over her trembling frame I sucked on her petite boobs as I worked loose the buttons of her skirt. Once they were undone, I pulled it down her legs and leaned forward to lick the thin white cotton than covered her wet pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and the juices that damped her crotch even more so. She moaned loudly as I licked her and lifted her ass to allow me to pull off her panties. Her swollen pussy was covered with fine black hairs and glistened where her sweet nectar leaked from her hole. I used my fingers to spread her soft lips apart to inspect my prize. I could see that her hymen had been torn and wondered for a moment who the lucky bastard had been, but only for a moment.
Her wet cunt tasted heavenly as I licked from her taint to her clit and she gasped, “Oh shit!”
I licked her dripping gash and sucked on her small clit like a man possessed and soon had her writhing on thee sofa moaning and swearing up a storm as she came. I had to wrap my arms around her waist to hold on as she came on my tongue. Greedily I lapped up the gushing ambrosia that flowed from her little hole. When she settled down, I placed a finger at her entrance and gently pushed it inside. I teased the top of her tight canal with my fingertip and continued to work her clit with my tongue until she quickly began to cum again. With her second orgasm approaching I worked another finger into her tight wet hole and that seemed to drive her over the edge. Her soft thighs clamped forcefully around me head and her lithe body bucked uncontrollably against my face.
“Please, no more”, she pleaded and pushed my head away from her quivering twat.
“Baby, we’re just getting started”, I grinned as I moved up between her spread thighs.
Her eyes widened as I rubbed the head of my prick up and down her wet gash. “Fuck”, she swore and bit her bottom lip when I pushed the tip of my cock into her incredibly tight pussy.
“You like that cock, whore”, I taunted her as I pushed deeper into her.
“It’s so big”, she cried.
“Bigger than those little boys at school?”
“I’ve never let any of them put it in me”, she whined as I pushed another inch or so into her.
“Never”, I asked.
“No, I’m a virgin.”
I smiled and pushed one time until my sack rested on her asshole. “Not anymore, now you’re my little whore. Aren’t you?”
“Uh huh”, she nodded.
“Say it”, I ordered and began to slowly fuck her. It felt kind of awkward to treat her like this, it’s not normally my style but she seemed to be into it.
“Ugh”, she grunted as I bottomed out once again, “I’m your whore.”
Gradually, as her pussy stretched to accommodate my cock, I fucked her harder and harder until the sounds of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the small apartment. I used my thumb to rub on her clit as I pounded her sweet little cunt with my hard cock. Her pale white skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat and her breathing grew haggard.
She really started to get into it, wrapping her thin legs around my ass and matching my every thrust until finally her body clenched up and her tight canal squeezed my shaft as she came again. “Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, she squealed as she climaxed for the first time ever from being fucked.
Once she released my ass from the death grip of her legs, I pulled out to stave off my own climax and lapped up the cream from her now opened cunt before rolling her over on the couch. With her ass pointing towards the ceiling I slammed my cock back into her. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her cute little ass while I fucked her with piston-like strokes. Doggy is probably my favorite position and I knew that I wasn’t going to last too long with this tight little teenager, but while I could, I was going to give her a fucking that she’d never forget.
I pounded her from behind until finally I couldn’t hold back. I pulled my slimy cock from her and spun her around on the sofa. Instinctively, she opened her mouth when I pressed my knob against her lips. She sucked on the head of my prick while I jacked my shaft until I erupted with powerful jets of cum. She swallowed hard with each spurt of my thick goo as it filled her mouth.
By this time, we were both spent and needed to take a break, so I got us each a cold beer and we sat on the couch enjoying the post-coitus euphoria. She curled up next to me on the sofa and we kissed for several minutes. We spent the next hour sitting there naked and getting to know each other better. We talked about her friends at school and my time in the Army, not that there was much to tell. I had been in supply, and really hadn’t been anywhere interesting.
I looked at the clock on my cable box and suggested that she take a shower before I had to take her home. She giggled and agreed that it was probably a good idea, but only if I would join her. It’s not like I was going to refuse that offer so I showed her to the bathroom. We stood under the hot water washing each other. Her silky skin felt great as I washed every inch of her tight young body. Okay, maybe washing is the wrong word, more like groping with soapy hands. It felt even better as she washed me, her petite hands explored every inch of my body, and left nothing untouched. By the time she finished “washing” my cock I was rock hard once again. She turned away from me and pressed that nice firm ass against my shaft. I pushed against her back until she bent at the waist and reached for me from between her legs. She guided my cock towards her entrance and I easily slipped into her wet snatch.
One of the few benefits of apartment living is the near endless supply of hot water. I fucked her for almost twenty minutes and gave her two more orgasms before I had to pull out and give her a third mouthful of cum. The whole time I praised her for being a good little whore.
We washed again and by the time we got out of the shower it was definitely time for me to take her home before dinner. We dried off and went to the living room to find our clothes and get dressed. After getting presentable again I locked up behind us and we headed back to Boston. As I got ready to turn onto Washington street, I asked Jenny if her first time had been everything that she’d hoped for. She thought for a moment and after I pulled into the Dunkin Donuts parking lot, she kissed me and asked if we could do it again next weekend. Before I could agree she sweetened the pot by suggesting that she might be able to get Suzie to come along.
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