(Mf, mast, oral, 1st, cons)
by Art Martin
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Don was really feeling frustrated. An untimely hard drive crash had set him back weeks and it was now impossible to finish his thesis and defend it before the Christmas break began. Fortunately he had it backed up... sort of, but that was two weeks ago and god knows how many revisions he'd done since. He really just wanted to be done with it and get on with his life, but now, he'd be here for the first few weeks after the Christmas holidays were over, figuratively reinventing the wheel.
"This is the fuckin' pits," he moaned into his beer. On the bright side he had a good paying job lined up, and they wanted him to stay and finish his master's before reporting to work. Otherwise, they wisely knew, he just might not complete it, which would lead to regrets afterwards. On the downside, he had to pay another month's rent on his apartment plus living expenses and that put a strain on his limited resources.
Still, it was best that he stay and finish it. Trouble was it was finished… was being the operative word, was as in past tense. Now it wasn't finished; almost, but not quite. Once he rewrote a few sections, he still needed to proof the text and get it properly formatted, but that task wouldn't take but a few days at most. If he humped it and if Laura, the departmental secretary, cooperated, it could be completed before the break started. If not, he was certain it would all be done within a week or so of returning from the Christmas break. He might as well go home for a few weeks, see the folks and enjoy the holidays rather just hang around in a ghost town until everyone showed back up and he could get through his defense.
He took a flash drive with his thesis files over to the departmental secretary for the final polishing. Laura was good at this sort of thing, very good and it just didn't pay to pinch pennies when she would get it exactly right the first time.
"Hey, Laura," he greeted the secretary. "Here it is… all ready for you to do your magic. You think you can get it done before the break starts?"
"Maybe… depends."
"Depends on what?"
"I'm planning on taking a cruise to the Caribbean during the holidays."
"With someone special?" he asked with a knowing grin.
"I'm not going alone, if that's what you mean, Don."
"So, let me guess. If you don't get it done before the break, it won't get done until after the break."
"Smart, boy!"
"So, you want some extra incentive to get it done?"
"Why, Don. You make it sound as if I'm going to blackmail you into paying extra."
"You're not?"
"No. Absolutely not! But I do need a favor, hon. You help me, and I'll help you."
"Okay, I'm listening."
"You're going to Dallas for the holidays?"
"Might as well see the folks. No telling what next year will bring."
"I thought so. And you're driving?"
"Of course. I can't afford to fly, that's for sure."
"I know what you mean. The airfares are outrageous over the holidays."
"I really wouldn't know, Laura. I didn't bother to check."
"Well, I did," she said.
"Here's the deal. I'm going on a ten day cruise with someone special. So I need to send my daughter to Dallas to stay with her dad. He's too cheap to spring for the airfare and like I said, it's outrageous. So, if you would, could you give Alison a lift to Dallas? I'll pay your gas expenses."
"That's all? That's easy. Of course I'll give her a ride."
"That's great! Thank you, Don! Thank you! You're a life saver! When do you plan on leaving and returning?"
"Let's see. I leave on the 21st and I'll return on the 2nd of January."
"Could you return on the 4th?"
"Can you get my thesis done?"
"Absolutely!"
"Then it's a deal, Laura!"
The day before Don was to leave, Laura informed him that she wasn't done with his thesis yet, but promised to have it done first thing when she got back. He was disappointed, of course, but it would actually only be an extra few days delay.
"You'll still take Alison with you to Dallas?" Laura asked.
"Of course, I will," Don replied. It still wasn't any skin off his back, besides he needed the gas money to help with next month's expenses.
At the appointed hour, Don pulled up in front of Laura's house to pick up her daughter. Don was surprised when he met Alison, she was much older than he expected. He really didn't know how old Laura was, but he never figured she had a kid this old.
The mother had a long list of last minute instructions for her daughter. She gave Don all the necessary contact information and emergency medical instructions, as well money for Alison's meals during the trip and the gas money she'd promised.
Soon the pair were on the road, traveling from Louisville to Dallas. Don figured that driving straight through and weather permitting, he could make it in twelve to fourteen hours... if he pushed it. The fastest route was south to Nashville and then west to Little Rock and then southwest to Dallas. With a little bit of luck, he'd beat the winter storm that was rumored to be heading in from the northwest and if not, he hoped it wouldn't be too bad.
Alison proved to be an amicable travel companion and kept up an agreeable chatter to help pass the time on the long road trip. She reminded him of her mother, same thick blond hair, green eyes and a easy smile that lit up a room. Also like her mother, she was stacked. Once he got to know the vivacious girl better he ventured to ask her age.
"I'm thirteen," she replied. "Almost fourteen."
"Wow, you look older than that. I had you figured for sixteen at least," Don commented.
"Lots of people tell me that. Most girls in my grade are still flat chested."
"Well, you're certainly not flat chested," he commented off hand. Immediately he regretted saying such a thing to the young teen.
"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"That's okay," she laughed. "I'm glad you noticed."
"Oh, I noticed," he replied with relief and a grin.
"So, how old is your mom?"
"You shouldn't ask that," she chastised.
"Well, I always figured your mother was thirty. She a very attractive woman."
"Yes, she is," answered the girl.
"Attractive or thirty?"
"Both!" Alison replied with pique.
"So how old are you?"
"Twenty seven."
"Wow! You're almost as old as Mom!" she exclaimed. The way she said it made Don feel like an old man. He clammed up and they rode in silence for the next ten miles.
While they rode, Don did the mental math and concluded Laura had gotten pregnant when she was fifteen or sixteen.
"Mom's not that old," the girl finally said. "And you're not that old either." It made Don feel better that the pretty teen didn't think of him as some sort of fossil.
After a short stretch and potty break outside of Nashville they headed west to Memphis. The latest weather forecast wasn't as optimistic as the forecast from last night, and was a cause for worry. They gassed up and grabbed a bite to eat east of Memphis and pressed on to Little Rock. The closer they came to Little Rock, the worse the weather became. The clouds got lower and lower until they ran into a drizzling rain. After another hour things took a turn for the worse, as the overpasses started to get slick. Then it went to hell in a hand basket. They were in the beginning grips of a major ice storm. Cars were appearing in the ditches with increasing frequency. Then someone spun out in front of them going sixty miles an hour. Fortunately the driver recovered and the only harm done was to the nerves of everyone who witnessed the close call. It was painfully apparent to Don that they had to stop and seek shelter.
They were somewhere east of Little Rock when Don saw an exit and a motel. It wasn't the newest motel around, but Don really had no choice. Still he figured he'd have to spend at least a hundred dollars per room and that was all there was to it. As he pulled in, he noted that there was a Denny's next door and a drug store next to that. At least they could get something to eat, as the motel didn't have a restaurant.
There were cars all over the place, as he wasn't the only one to call it quits for the day. Don found a parking place and went inside to get rooms for the night. He waited patiently in line at the check-in counter. Finally he was next.
"I need two rooms… the cheapest you've got."
"I'm sorry, sir. We only have one room left."
There were a half a dozen people behind him and he wasn't about to try and drive any further. Not one afraid to make a decision he responded, "I'll take it."
"That's will be Room 278," the clerk said. "Cash or credit?"
"Cash."
"That'll be one hundred forty five dollars."
"One hundred and forty five dollars!"
"Yes, sir. You want the room?"
"Uh, yeah," he muttered. "Do you take a debit card?"
"Of course."
As he headed outside and back to his car, he was glad that he took the room. There were even more people pouring into the parking lot, despite the fact that several cars were stalled out on the incline of the exit ramp. He'd just have to worry about the cost later.
Alison was freezing in the car when he got to it and the door handle was already iced over and frozen shut. If it weren't for Alison pushing from the inside, Don was certain that he wouldn't have been able to get back in the car.
"What took so long?" she whined as he poked his head into the car.
"We have a room," he replied. "C'mon, grab your stuff."
They grabbed their suitcases and necessary items and made their way to their room for the night. Naturally, they were on the wrong side of the motel and had to trudge quite a ways along icy sidewalks and stairs before they reached their room. By that time they were both chilled to the bone.
Upon entering the room they both saw the problem at the same time. There was only one bed. It was a big bed, but there was only one. There was a desk and a single chair, but that was about all. Don noted that the room did have a coffee maker, a microwave and refrigerator. They both looked at the accommodations and then looked at each other.
"Oh, my god!" exclaimed Alison softly. "Is this really the only room left?"
"It's either this or the elements," Don replied.
Fortunately the room was invitingly toasty warm, a fact they both appreciated. Having accepted the situation, they settled in as best they could.
Don turned on the TV and tuned into the Weather Channel. Things looked pretty grim. They tuned into a bad movie on HBO and watched to pass time. At some point Alison declared that she was thirsty. Don remembered seeing a vending machine nearby and set out to get them something to drink. Don was pleased that the vending machine was close by, but even more pleased that it worked, or sort of worked. The only selection still available was Sprite. He bought two, and then thinking ahead tried to buy another, but the machine just ate his money. Annoyed, he filled the ice bucket.
By the time he made it upstairs again, he was half frozen. Undeterred he stripped off his coat and set about fixing them both a drink; he a bourbon and Sprite, she a just a Sprite.
"Can I try yours," Alison asked.
"What would your mother say?"
"She's not here."
"Okay, just a little," he replied as he poured a shot into her cup.
"Hmmmm, this is yummy!" she declared.
Again they settled in to watch the horrid "entertainment" provided by HBO. Don finished his drink and was soon snoozing away. When he woke, there was a problem. Alison had helped herself to two more mixed drinks while he slept and now she was obviously tipsy. It didn't do any good to scold her as she just burst out into uncontrolled giggling. Don knew he had to do something, just what he wasn't sure, but he had to do something.
"Alison, why don't you go take a hot shower," he suggested.
She thought that was a grand idea and headed for the bathrom. Soon he could hear the water running. Then he remembered the drug store next to Denny's. Maybe he could find something there, some aspirin or something. Maybe they would have some snacks too or even something they could put in the microwave for dinner rather than having to eat their leftover Subway sandwiches. Having made his plan, he donned his coat and set off. It was getting dark outside as he left and by the time he returned with a sack of goodies, it would be pitch black winter dark and very cold.
When he did return he found Alison sitting on the bed, dressed in a sweats and watching TV again. She also had another drink in her hand. Then he heard the sound track consisting of bad music, grunts and coarse declarations such as "Fuck me with that big cock, you bastard!" Quickly he surveyed the screen. At least it was only one man and one woman screwing in the most graphic manner possible.
"Alison, what are you doing?" She pulled her hand from her sweat pants and grinned at him.
"I was just looking for something on TV. God, this is so hot!" Don was speechless, especially when her hand wormed back down her sweats and between her legs.
'Well, well, well,' he said to himself coming to grips with the situation. This trip promised to be better than he ever hoped for. Here he was, alone in a motel room with a smoking hot girl, iced in and she's hot and bothered watching a fuck video. Suddenly he regretted not buying a box of rubbers at the drug store when he had the chance.
Still, he knew he had be careful, after all she was jailbait. Or was she? What was the law in Arkansas for age of consent? It was eighteen in Texas and Kentucky he knew. He seemed to remember that it was fourteen in Arkansas, but maybe that had changed. Even so, she wasn't quite fourteen, but he could claim that he thought she was older… she certainly looked older.
Don knew he had to think about this, so he mixed up a drink for himself making it quite a bit stiffer than he normally did, as all the Sprites were nearly gone. He took one sip and saw Alison holding her cup out to him, rattling the ice in the otherwise empty plastic cup.
"Sorry sweetheart," he said, "We're out of Sprite."
"Oh, poo!" the teen girl pouted petulantly. Then she slithered off the bed and approached Don with a cat-like look. She took his cup from him and had a sip.
"Oh, my god!" she gasped as the strong drink burned her throat.
Taking a chance, Don bent down and kissed her lightly. "You're beautiful, you know."
"You think so?" she purred.
"I know so," he replied. He was about to kiss her again, but she spun about and sashayed back to the bed with an exaggerated swing of her hips.
Don downed his drink and decided that he needed to think about this situation, and not just with his dick. The room was comfortably warm, but his hands and feet still felt frozen from his trip to the drug store. Deciding that one way or the other, he needed to do something about the temperature of his hands, he headed into the bath for a hot shower. It would warm him up and at the same time give him a chance to think about things.
The shower did wonders for warming him up, but the booze did little to improve his judgment. After toweling off, shaving and combing his hair, he slipped back on his boxers and strode from the room. Alison was still on the bed watching the pornographic video with glassy eyes. She hardly realized when Don climbed in bed with her and laid beside her, if she had, she would have pulled her hand from out of her sweats and from between her legs.
"You like this movie?" asked Don.
"Uh, huh," she replied with a nod. "It's so hot!"
"Have you ever done anything like that?" he asked.
She shook her, ‘no', and replied with a slur, "I've heard about it and we all talk about it, but none of us has ever done it except for Jenny Patterson."
‘This is getting even better,' Don thought as he watched her hand moving again inside her pants. ‘A virgin!' "You want me to help you with that?" he boldly asked.
"Help? With what?" Suddenly her hand abruptly stopped as she realized that she was diddling herself right in front of Don! Her face turned a deep shade of red.
"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart," he comforted. "Everybody does that… it's just better when someone helps you."
"You think so?"
"Sure, sweetie. Trust me."
"Mmmm, I'm not sure." Alison paused and then added, "How come you're in your underwear?"
"I'm just getting comfortable, like you did after your shower."
"Oh, okay…
"Is that what I think it is?"
"What?
"That thing poking out your underwear."
"Oh! Excuse me!" he said without making any effort to rectify the situation. "But, it's not a thing. It's my… penis."
"Can I see it?"
Don had hardly spoken the word, "Sure," before his shorts were discarded and on the floor.
"Wow! It's so big! Does it hurt?"
"Not unless you bite it," he quipped.
"Well, some girls," he went on... like the one right now on TV, like to, uh, suck on a guy's dick."
"Jenny Paterson says it's lots of fun to do that, but she's a slut."
"A slut? Lots of girls do that and they're not all sluts," he replied.
"Really? But, it's just such a dirty thing to do."
"Not really. I just had a shower, so mine is very clean."
"Hmmm, I suppose so," she giggled.
"Ummm, would you mind if I touched it?" she asked.
"Not at all."
She reached out to touch his stiff cock, but pulled back saying, "You won't tell my mama, will you?"
"No! Never! It'll be our secret."
"Ummm, okay..."
Don gasped as she wrapped her cool hand around his cock.
"It's so warm!" she exclaimed with a delighted giggle. "And it feels like... Wow, it's so hard, yet it's soft at the same time."
Don hardly heard her as he was lost in his own thoughts about the smoking hot babe who was playing with his dick.
"That feels so nice," he managed to say in an effort to encourage her to do more.
"Yes, it does feel nice," she agreed.
"You know you're not being fair," he said.
"How's that?" she asked still gently exploring his cock and balls.
"I'm nude and you're still dressed. Go on and get comfortable. We're going to be here for a while."
"You won't tell my mama?"
"Absolutely not. What happens here in this motel will be just between you and me and no one else needs to know."
"I don't know..."
"Oh, c'mon. I'll bet you're a lot prettier out of that baggy sweat suit than in it."
"If I do take off my sweat suit, are you going do what those people on TV are doing?"
"Not if you don't want to. That will be completely up to you, Alison."
"You promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"Okay..."
As she went to pull the sweat shirt off, Don couldn't believe his luck. He also couldn't believe how delectable her big firm tits and perky pink nipples were either. Don could hardly breathe as she sat there grinning at him displaying her youthful charms.
"You want me to take the bottoms off too?" she asked innocently.
"Uh, sure, if you want. I won't mind." To his amazement she leaned back on her pillow, hiked her butt off the bed and slipped the offending sweat pants down and off.
"Do I need to take off my panties too?" she asked, oh so seriously.
"Uh, yeah!"
'Oh, fuck me,' thought Don as she did just that. He soaked up the breathtaking beauty of the nubile stacked hottie lying on top of the covers next to him. Even flat on her back her tits seemed to defy gravity.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, I am," Don answered. "I hate sleeping in clothes."
"Me too," she replied, "but my mama has a fit if I don't. But at my friend's house, Jenny always sleeps nude and when I sleep over with her, we sleep nude together. Her parents are so cool about it too."
"Really, you sleep nude with your friend?"
"Oh, yes. but Mama doesn't know about that. You won't tell her will you?"
"No, no, no. Whatever you might tell me goes no further than this room."
"Really? You don't think I'm bad for doing that, do you?"
"No, not at all."
"You know what I want to do?" Alison asked.
"No, what? What do you want to do?"
"Ummm, can I... ummm, touch your penis again?"
"Sure, touch it all you want." And she did. Once again Don's breath was taken away by the feel of her delicate fingers on his hard prick.
"Oooo, what's this slippery stuff? It's not your pee, is it?"
"No, that's not pee, its, uh, pre-cum, a natural lubricant."
"It's so slippery!" she declared as she smeared the clear seepage over the head of his cock. "And so smooth!"
"Jenny says that if you play with a guy's penis just so, stuff squirts out. Is this what she's talking about?"
"Uh, no... What's she's talking about is when a guy ejaculates semen."
"This isn't semen?"
"No. Semen is sort of white and rather thick."
"That's what makes babies, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, but you have to be doing what those two people on TV have been doing."
"Yes, I know that," she said giving a playful swat to his boner.
Grasping his dick again she went on, "Jenny says that you have to move your hand up and down on a guy's penis and make him squirt so that you can see it. Is it okay if I do that?"
"Yes, by all means yes," he replied in a whisper.
"Like this?"
"Okay, but it would be better if you, uh... let me show you." Removing her hand, he replaced it with his own, placing his thumb on the upper side of his stalk and three fingers along the cock tube just under the head.
"Like this," he said as he took a few demonstration strokes. "Now, you try it."
As he released his cock, she took it in hand again and began masturbating him. It didn't take very long before he felt the tingling welling up in his groin, a tingling that quickly grew stronger and stronger.
"I'm gonna cum," he whispered. "I'm gonna cum..."
And he did, blasting the first shot almost to his neck, accompanied by the delighted squeals of his companion. It was quickly followed by two more strong pulses that gained good air, followed by several weaker pulses that merely gushed forth from his prick, before running down his shaft and coating her fingers and hand.
"Wow! That's was so neat!" she declared before holding her hand up to examine the whitish goo on her hand. She sniffed at it asserting that, "It sort of smells like bleach, but not that strong."
Don was rendered momentarily speechless. Having caught his breath he pronounced, "That felt great!"
"Really? I did it okay?"
"Yes, you did it just fine, honey. Just fine.
After a long moment recovering he ventured, "Tell, me, when you're sleeping nude with your friend, do you girls jil each other off?"
"That's a very personal question," she huffed.
"What you just did to me was very personal too, so I think I have a right to ask you a personal question like that."
"You won't tell Jenny that I told you anything, will you?"
"No! Of course not. I don't have a clue who Jenny is."
"She's my best friend," Alison declared.
"I realize that, but when you two are in bed nude together, do you, ummm, mess around?"
"Promise you won't tell?"
"I promise."
"Okay, ummm... she touches my breasts."
"And do you touch her breasts?"
"Uh, huh."
"And do you two kiss each other's breasts?"
"Ummm, yes," she answered before burying her face with embarrassment.
"That's really hot," he told her.
"You really think so?"
"Yes, I do."
"You don't think I'm gay or anything, do you?"
"No, you're not gay," he chuckled. "And, uh, would you mind if I, uh, touched your breasts?"
She thought for a moment, then with a giggle spritely replied, "Okay."
'Damn,' Don thought, 'she's okay with me feeling her up!' Even given the go ahead, Don was reluctant to just grab her by the tit. Indeed, he knew he shouldn't touch her at all, but...
Even though he knew that this wasn't a good idea, his hand found its way onto her bare belly. With the lightest touch he drew circles around her navel, expecting her to tell him to stop. He would have stopped too, if she had told him to, but she didn't and the circles grew wider and wider until they were trailing over the very top of her pubic mound and brushing the under-shelf of her big tits. Not wanting to get too forward too quick and possibly ruin everything, Don stopped at the top of a circle and traced around the base of a breast. Still no complaint from her, so the two fingers circling the tit made smaller and smaller circles, climbing the fleshy hill to the capping nipple.
"Mmmmm," she moaned softly as he began rubbing her now stiff nip.
The fingers of his hand spread, his digits making five separate paths down the hill until he had her entire tit cupped in his hand, whereupon Don closed his fingers to gently squeeze her firm mammary. For a moment or two he groped her tit, then moved to its partner, repeating the same slow molestation he had done with the first tit. As he began gently squeezing the second tit, Don's lips found the nipple of the first tit.
"Mmmmm," she moaned louder as his lips surrounded her nip and circled the stiff fleshy nub with his tongue. Her hand went to the back of Don's head to hold him to her breast.
Meanwhile his free hand went south, down past her deep navel and onto her smooth hairless mound. Don paused there for a moment, just exploring the hill before encountering the nexus of her valley. Down into the moist slippery valley his fingers went until they encountered a bump. At this point Don expected her to grab his hand and pull him away from her pussy, but she didn't, instead her legs invitingly parted, giving him freer access to her nether charms. Not one to turn down such an invitation freely given, he slid his fingers past her bump and traveled the entire valley before traveling back up to explore the bump more thoroughly.
As his fingers circled her little bump, his lips surrounded her other nipple and she began mewling and rotating her hips. Her mewling morphed into a curious chirping and she clamped her thighs together and tried to twist away as the orgasm broke over her, but she was unsuccessful in dislodging his strumming fingers from her clit. She had better luck pushing his head off her now sensitive tit.
Don began kissing down Alison's torso, all over her tummy and down to where his fingers where still lodged, but not moving. Removing his fingers, he kissed her mons, then kissed the nexus of her labia while his hands set about spreading her legs apart. With just enough clearance, he licked down her slit. She was quite tasty! On the upward lick, the tip of his tongue parted her lips slightly. On the downward lick, his tongue ventured deeper.
Doubled over, he was in a somewhat awkward position, so he repositioned himself between her legs with his own legs hanging off the bed. He slid down, positioning his hips at the edge of the bed so that he was comfortable and by her legs, pulled her pussy to his greedy mouth.
"Oh, gawd!" she moaned as he orally attacked her cunt. "Oh, gawd, yes!" It was music to his ears!
Wet smacking noises filled the room as Don slobbered and sucked on Alison's tasty young pussy, returning time and time again to her clit. While he was down there he spread her inner lips apart and checked out her vagina. No hymen! He was a bit disappointed that he wasn't going to get to pop her cherry, but he also was pleased that there'd be no mess when he fucked her.
Zeroing in on her clit, Don gave it a tongue lashing. She went wild. Her thighs once again clamped shut, this time about his ears and she began twisting back and forth as her climax built to the breaking point.
She was ready, he thought. Ready for him to take his pleasure and fuck her. Swiftly he moved up and over the thirteen year old girl, firmly lodged between her splayed legs. Holding his weight off her with one arm, he reached between his legs, grasped his hard prick and raked the dripping head up and down her wet slit.
Her eyes flew open and she squeaked, "I'm a virgin!"
Don froze with his cock crown nestled in the maw of her vagina. Just one push and he'd be inside her.
"What?!" he nearly shouted as he struggled not to ram it in her.
"I'm a virgin!" she repeated.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he cursed and rolled away. "You've gotta be shitting me?"
"No, I really am," she managed to reply.
"But your hymen is gone."
"I know, but I've never really done it with a guy before."
"Could've fooled me," he said. "Just what have you done with a guy?"
"Not much," she admitted in a near whisper. "Just a little fooling around. I gave a guy a hand job once at a party."
"A hand job?"
"Yes, but we got caught and the mother of the girl who was having the party, called my mom. My mom had a cow, but later she was pretty cool about it."
"What do you mean she was cool with it?" Don asked, his once mighty organ having taken on a definite droop.
"Well, Mom took me a doctor. The doctor said I wasn't a virgin, but I was... I am! Mom didn't know whether to believe me or not, but just to be safe, she put me on birth control."
"You're on the pill?"
"Yes."
"When did this all happen?"
"Around Thanksgiving," she replied.
"Before or after Thanksgiving?"
"Oh, it was week or so before that she took me to the doctor."
"Then I guess I won't have to pull out."
"Pull out? What are you talking about?"
"Sex. You're hot to trot, honey and we're stuck here overnight and you're naked in bed with me."
"I still don't get it," she said genuinely perplexed.
"Intercourse. When we have intercourse I won't have to pull out to keep from knocking you up."
"Oh! Really?"
"Yes, really. And I'd say the odds of you remaining a virgin until day break are somewhat south of 50-50."
"Ummm, okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Jenny says it's really fun to do it with a guy and she said I should try it the first chance I got. So, if you want to..."
"Want to do what?"
"You know," she said blushing. "Do it."
Don had regained his wits about him. The girl may be willing, but he could also get into big trouble if he fucked her. Hell, he was probably already in big trouble from what he'd done already.
"Well, are you going to do it with me?" she asked impatiently.
"You know, I could go to jail for making love to you."
"Really? How come?"
"You're underage. You're what's called jailbait, and I don't want to go to jail."
"Oh, pooh on that! That's just not fair! If I want to do it and you want to do it and we do it, what's the big deal?"
"The law. That's the big deal."
"Well, how are they going to know?"
"They won't know unless you decide you just have to tell somebody and that somebody tells somebody else and somebody tells your mom..."
"I'm not going to tell anybody. I promise!"
"You're not going to tell your friend, Jenny?"
"She doesn't count! I tell her everything and she tells me everything. She won't tell anybody."
"I can't take that chance."
"Well, I want to do it!" she said impetuously.
"So do I, but..."
"What if I made you do it?" she said.
"How are you going to do that?" he asked warily.
"Easy. If you won't do it with me, then I'll tell my mom that you got me drunk, took off all my clothes and... and made me suck you before you raped me.
"Holy shit! I didn't get you drunk and I didn't take your clothes off, you did! And I didn't make you suck my cock and I certainly didn't rape you! I stopped when you said for me to stop!"
"I don't recall asking you to stop," she replied coyly.
"No, you said, 'I'm a virgin!' And I stopped."
"Maybe you shouldn't have stopped."
"Maybe I should put you over my lap and spank you!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
Alison screamed when he grabbed her and put her over his lap. POW! POW! POW!
"Ow! You're hurting me!" she cried while kicking her legs.
POW! POW!
Having reddened her ass cheeks, Don thrust his hand between her legs, the edge of his palm slicing between her cuntal lips. With his index finger pressed against her clit, he vibrated his hand. Her fussing ceased, replaced with groans of pleasure.
"You like that, you little prick tease?" he said.
"Ohhhh!"she cried out.
"You want me to fuck you? You're going to have to beg me!"
"Ohhhh!"
He slipped his thumb into her vagina and with a modified bowling ball grip shook her by her pussy, noting how tight her pussy hole was on his thumb.
"Ohhhh!"
He stopped and removed his hand from her pussy.
"Don't stop," she said. "Why are you stopping?"
"Because you're enjoying it too much."
"That's not fair!" she said looking back at him over her shoulder with lust filled eyes.
"You're a very naughty girl and shouldn't be enjoying your punishment."
"Are you going to spank me again? That was kind of fun!" Don could only roll his eyes.
"Look, I'm sorry I said that I would tell my mom," she said trying to win him back over. "I'd never do that nor tell her anything. And I promise, I won't even tell Jenny. Okay? Satisfied?
"Come on, Don," she pleaded. "This is my best chance ever of finding out about sex and you're a hunky guy too. You're really nice and I trust you. I bet Jenny would jump all over you if she had the chance. Please... I won't tell."
Don knew that he should just up and leave, but he wasn't about to go sleep in the car and freeze to death, not when he could sleep with a hot to trot willing gorgeous girl, even if the gorgeous girl was jailbait.
"Okay, if you want to fuck tonight, we'll fuck. We'll fuck until day break. But tell me, have you ever sucked a guy's cock?"
"No!"
"Well, you're gonna learn to suck cock now," he said pushing her off his lap. He sat up with his feet on the floor and said, "Get up and get on the floor, on your knees and between my knees." To his surprise, she did just that.
She looked up at him with her sparking green eyes. Placing his hand behind her head he pulled her down on him. "Just open wide and take my cock into your mouth. That's it, baby. Now watch those teeth and make love to my dick with your mouth.
"Yeah, that's good.... Now move that tongue, Good... Now slide your lips up and down... Hmmmm, you're a natural, honey."
She pulled off to declare, "This is so neat!" and took him back into her mouth.
"While you're doing that, cup my balls with your hand and gently fondle them. That's it... Yeah, baby, suck that dick!
"Now, shortly I'm gonna cum in your mouth, sweetheart. And when I do, just swallow it."
She pulled off and exclaimed, "Eww! Gross!"
"Get back to sucking!" he barked and she did.
"It's not polite not to swallow a guy's cum," he said when she resumed her task and while petting her blond hair. "It won't taste bad. In fact a lot of girls really like the taste. Now, are you gonna swallow?" Still bobbing her head on his cock she nodded that she would.
It wasn't the best blowjob he'd ever had, but then again he'd never had a bad blowjob either. But even with her novice technique, she soon had his balls boiling.
"I'm gonna cum soon," he whispered as the familiar tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger. "Get ready, baby, get ready...
"Ahhhhh," he grunted as a bolt of his baby batter shot through his dick and into the young teen's virgin mouth. "Ahhhh," he grunted again as the second wad lurched forth into her sucking maw "Uhhh," he grunted as the third pulse made its way from his contracting prostate and into her mouth. Still, she didn't miss a beat and continued sucking his cock like her life depended upon it while he finished ejaculating. The pulses weakened and finally stopped, but she didn't stop. But all too soon, he began to soften and his cockhead became super sensitive.
"Ah, ah, fuck! Stop!" he said with a laugh as he pushed her off his dick.
"I'm sorry! What did I do wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing. You didn't do anything wrong."
"Then why did you push me away. Did I hurt you?"
"No... it's just that after a guy cums, the head of his dick becomes very sensitive to the point that it almost hurts, but it really isn't painful, it's just... just give it a rest for a moment. Okay?"
"My clitty does that too sometimes," she said.
"Did I do okay? I mean..."
"Yes! You did fine, sweetheart. Are you sure you haven't given blowjobs before?"
"No, I haven't!" she said with feigned indignity. Her frown quickly morphed into a smile and she added, "You're the first guy I've had a chance to do that with.
"Jenny's right. Doing that is fun. Naughty fun. And it really doesn't taste all that bad... your sperm, that is. Your dick doesn't taste like anything, but it feels really nice. Can we do it again?"
"Sure, baby. You can suck my dick all night if you want."
"I don't know, my jaw is kinda sore already," she replied with a shy smile.
He reached down and helped her to stand, pulling her into him and latching his mouth on her tit. He gave her nipple a few playful sucks and then sucked the other. Pulling away he looked her in the eye and said, "You've got a really great pair of tits," then sucked her nipple again.
"Thank you," she giggled embracing his head, "and you have a nice, yummy dick!" He didn't answer as his mouth was otherwise engaged.
After a few minutes of him gnawing at her tit flesh, she pushed him away declaring, "Enough, okay!"
"But I like sucking your tit," he replied before attempting to latch onto a now sore nipple once again.
"No, stop!" she laughed deflecting his head from its target.
"But you have such tasty titties," he joked.
"No!" she said covering her tits with her hands to protect them.
Don replied by kissing her on the lips. The first kiss was soft, the second, she drove her tongue into his mouth while squeezing him tight. Soon they were lip locked rolling about on the bed. Alison really liked the way he kissed. It was Don who had to break off the feverish kisses from his young lover.
"Whoa, you're really a tiger," he said tasting a bit of blood. "What'cha say we fuck?"
"Mmmmm, okay!" she replied brightly. "But you're so big."
"It'll fit. Trust me."
"I trusted you to go on this trip and now look what you've done!" she giggled.
"You're having regrets?" he asked cautiously. "I don't want you to have any regrets about any of this."
"I don't have any regrets, silly. This is fun! A lot more fun than just driving down the highway." She grasped his semi-flaccid cock and added, "And I want to have even more fun with you and this big boy!"
"In that case, why don't suck my cock again and get me hard. Then we'll fuck."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, baby, I promise... Ooo! Remember to watch the teeth!"
She popped up momentarily to say, "Sorry," then aggressively took his expanding sex rod back into her mouth.
After a minute or so, he was fully erect and ready for the main event.
"Okay, okay," he said as he attempted to extract his hard-on from her mouth. "Okay!"
Looking up she said, "But I like sucking your penis!"
"I see that!" he exclaimed pushing her head away. "But it's time to fuck."
"Ummmmm, is this gonna hurt?" she asked her confidence having vaporized.
"Uh, we don't have to fuck," he replied sensing that she had changed her mind.
"But, I want to do it!" she declared. "I just don't want it to hurt. You're really big, you know."
"Look, if you have the slightest doubt at all, then we're not going to do it," he answered.
"Please... This is my big chance to do it with a guy and find out what it's all about."
Don thought quickly, as dangerous as having sex with this hottie was, he was loathe to pass up the opportunity she was presenting to him.
He rolled over onto his back. "Okay, here's how we're going to do it. You climb on top of me and sit your pussy down on my dick. That way, you're in charge. If you take it slow, you can stop at any time and get off. Okay? I'm not fucking you, you're fucking me. Got it?"
"Oh, okay... like that woman was doing in that sex movie?"
"Yes, she was riding his cock. It's called a cowgirl..."
"Oh, I get it!" With that she sprung up and straddled him. Lowering her hips, she completely missed him.
"You need to guide my cock into your pussy," he told her.
"Can't you do that?" she asked hopefully.
"No, you need to do that," he replied in an attempt to absolve himself of the responsibility. It was all up to her.
"Meanie!" she said playfully, and then took his hard sex rod and held it in position to penetrate herself with it.
Don watched as the head of his cock was approached by the lowering of her hips. Contact! He felt her moist pussy press into his glans. She lowered a little more and her pussy lips surrounded and embraced his cockhead. Slowly it began to disappear until the cock rim was just barely visible, then she stopped.
After a moment she pushed down some more, but nothing happened other than Don feeling the increasing pressure on his dick. Suddenly it slipped up inside her a fraction of an inch. Even so, he knew that she was going to be tight as hell. She pressed again and a half inch of cock gained entrance inside her pristine grotto.
"You're really big," she breathlessly said.
"Just take it slow. A little at a time and you'll be fine," he counseled.
She pressed down again and took another half inch of prick up her cooter. With an inch in and six to go, Don was grimacing, as she was so damned tight. He didn't remember ever before having his dick up a pussy this tight. Then again, he hadn't been with a thirteen year old before... not even when he was a horny teen himself. They both grunted as she pushed down hard again, taking another half inch of cock.
It took awhile, but she had half his cock up inside her virgin cock socket. "Rise up a little," he said through clinched teeth as he lifted her hips a little. "Now push down. That's it. Up again and down again," he said guiding her hips with his hands. "You're doing it, baby, you're doing it."
"God, I feel so full," she whimpered.
"Just give it a minute and you'll loosen up, baby. There, it's getting easier already.
"Now when you're ready, take a little more dick up your snatch... That's it, that's it... A little more, a little more... Yeah baby, we're fucking now. You like fucking?"
"Yes!" she hissed, "but you're so big!"
"It's fitting better and better. You go, cowgirl! Ride that cock! Break in your pussy!"
Soon their groins were meeting as she was taking all seven inches of his cock. Faster and faster she went up and down on his dick, until she was at a full gallop, her big tits bouncing about and her long blond hair flying about her pretty face as she fucked for the first time in her life.
Concerned that she might get too rambunctious and possibly fracture his cock, he grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. Now it was his turn to ram is cock into this filly.
"You like fucking, baby?" he asked while putting it to her.
"Yes! Yes! It feels so good! Ah, ah, ah..."
Her eyes went wide, she arched her back and her mouth froze into a rictus as her pussy violently contracted, squeezing his dick, squeezing it so hard that he found it difficult to piston her, but not hard enough to stop him from fucking her through her orgasm. However, it sapped him of his stamina and before he knew it, he was calling out as his vision dimmed and his sperm laden semen shot into erstwhile pristine pussy.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" he cried as his sex pulsed and pulsed, filling the girl with his semen and sending his little wigglers on their way in the vain search of an egg to fertilize, an egg which was unavailable.
All too soon, it was over, leaving two sweaty bodies mashed together as their euphoria gradually diminished and faded away. Coming to his senses, he rolled off the petite girl he was now crushing into the mattress, a mattress that had seen it all before many, many times.
Alison was the first to speak. "That was freakin' awesome!" she gushed. "Gawd, Jenny was right about how great that feels. She's gonna be so jealous that I did it with an older guy!"
At the mention of Jenny, Don bolted upright. "You can't say a word to Jenny! Not a single word!"
"I won't tell her your name."
"I don't care. When it gets back to your mother, she's gonna know who you did it with. Not a word, Alison. Not a word. I can go to jail for doing what we just did!"
"Oh, okay... Party pooper! I won't say anything to Jenny. Satisfied?" the petulant girl said.
'Oh, fuck me...' moaned Don to himself. 'You're screwed, you stupid bastard.' "Screwed!" he added out loud.
"Oh, can we?" she asked, now on top of him with her face mere inches from his face. "Can we screw again? It was so much fun!"
She began to rain kisses down on his face saying, between noisy wet smacks, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're the best, you know!"
"You're not so bad yourself, baby. But, I'm serious! You can't ever say anything about tonight to anyone. Ever! Please... I don't want to spend my life in jail."
"Oh, that'd be such a waste," she said taking his wet limp cock in her hand.
"Gawd," she rambled on, "I can't believe how good that was! Can we do it again?"
"Only if you swear on your and your mother's eternal souls that you'll never tell anyone about tonight."
"Okay, I swear," she replied brightly.
"Do you even go to church?" he asked.
"No, why?"
"Never mind..."
Having tasted the fruit, Alison was insatiable that night. Don, he just gave up worrying about fucking the underage hottie and concentrated on enjoying the moment. And enjoy he did.
When he woke after a night of illicit fornicating, it was already past 10 AM. It was still cold and grey outside, except for the ground, which was white. Opening the door to the outside briefly, he saw icicles hanging from the balcony overhang and a smattering of snowflakes crazily swirling in the air. Quickly he hung the "Do Not Disturb" placard on the outside doorknob, a precaution he knew he should have thought of the night before; but he really wasn't doing much thinking the night before, at least not with his big head.
Nude, he set about brewing up some coffee. He then turned on the TV to a local channel in hopes of getting an update on road conditions. The news wasn't good. The ice storm he was informed, was a doozy, one for the record books. Trees and power lines were down all across the state. Abandoned cars and trucks littered the roadways. The interstate was closed. It was clear to him that they weren't getting to Dallas today.
He looked over at the messy bed where his sleeping beauty lay, nude and available. A smile spread across his face and with his morning wood leading the way, retired for another twenty four hours of sex and more sex with the naughty young fuck-happy hottie.
THE END
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