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Wild Days
Chapter Three
The phone remained obstinately silent though I sulked around the
house all morning waiting for its signal. Instead, the doorbell
rang at noon and I opened the door for Susan. To my delight she
wore a thin summer dress cut low enough to reveal her cleavage and
lack of bra. The points of her nipples made nice impressions in the
fabric and the hem was suggestively high on her legs. I wondered if
she wore panties.
"Hi," she chirped and entered the house. She swayed to the sofa and
sat down.
"Hello," I replied as I took a seat on the couch facing her. She
was showing more thigh than was polite, yet not enough for me to see
anything. She was a good tease.
"Did you look under her bed?"
"Yes." I blushed as I remembered how I had sucked on the dildo. I
made a mental note never to do it again.
"What did you find?" she asked wickedly.
"Two magazines: a Penthouse that I think she stole from me and
another that was full of stories about incest. I also found the
dildo."
Susan winked. "Did it turn you on?"
"Yes." I stared into her eyes. "I jerked-off and came in a pair of
her panties."
"Leave them under the pillow for her." Susan laughed and opened her
knees a few inches. "I know she'll love to find them."
"How long has she been using a dildo?" I had to look down because
she was indeed without panties and her bush stared out from between
her thighs. I licked my lips and wanted to see more.
"Does it surprise you to know she uses a dildo?"
"Yes." I reached for my cock to adjust it. "She's only fifteen."
"I'm fifteen, too!" Susan inched her knees apart further apart.
"Do you think I use a dildo?"
"I don't know. Do you?" I stared at her pussy. The bush was
thick, but not so thick as to hide the fat lips that nestled
underneath. Even though her labia were swollen with maturity, it's
crevasse was clamped shut with youthful tightness.
"Yes." Susan shrugged. "The dildo belongs to me and I let her
borrow it. What do you think now?"
"I think I'm bigger and better," I said and reached for my zipper.
It rasped open and I reached in to pull out my straining erection.
It was wild; stroking myself in front of her while she watched as
though it were a normal thing to do.
"That looks like an offer." Susan blushed. "Would you make the
same offer to Mary?"
"She's not sitting in front of me with her pussy staring out from
between her legs. But if she were--and knowing what I
know
now--Yes, I'd probably make the same offer." My heart raced at
the
confession.
Susan pointed at my crotch "I'm not the only one showing off.".
"Would you like me to put it away?"
"No." Susan looked into my eyes and changed the subject. "I
dreamed about you last night. Did you dream about me or Mary?"
"That's a loaded question."
"It's okay." Susan giggled. "I can imagine what was in your mind
last night, but I hope you thought about me just a little bit."
"I thought about you a lot." I fondled my swollen balls and gripped
my shaft more tightly. She must have enjoyed watching; the nipples
were hard under her dress and her pussy lips grew puffy and flowered
open to reveal the juicy pink inside. Her clit looked as hard as
her nipples.
"Take off your dress."
Susan rose to her feet and reached for the hem. She pulled her
dress up and off, over her head in one quick, incredibly graceful
motion. The garment trailed from her hand for a moment before
flutter- ing to the floor. She stood naked before me for an
eternity, then lifted her hands and cupped the mounds of her
breasts. She held them up, offering their pink nipples to my stare.
"They're beautiful!" I licked my lips and stroked my cock faster as
I imagined what it would be like to kiss and suck her huge nipples.
"Turn around and show me your ass."
"You're a real pervert!" Susan teased as she turned her back to me
and bent forward slightly. Her hands slid slowly down her sides
until they were on her buttocks. She fondled the cheeks like sexual
organs for a few long moments, then spread them playfully open. I
whistled appreciation of her tight puckered anus and she responded
by bending double to reveal a wet rear view of her youthful pussy.
She searched my wild eyes from between her legs while her hands
moved up the back of her thighs. She smiled and winked when the
fingers grazed her vulnerable pussy lips, then straightened and spun
around to face me.
I was breathless. "You have a nice ass, too!"
She obviously knew the mind of a sixteen year old boy. "And you
have a nice erection." Her eyes stared at it.
I was curious. "How many have you seen?"
"Four:" she smiled.
"One belonged to the guy who took my virginity. That was almost a
year ago. I let him take it two dozen times over a two-week period
just to make sure the job was done properly. It was fun.
"One belonged to a jerk who thought he was going to get some, but
never got more than a look.
"One belongs to you, and the other is my brother's."
"Paul?" I stammered. "You've seen him hard?"
"Yeah; he spies on me all the time and I've spied on him a couple
times. He'd probably flip if he knew I watched him jerk-off." She
had a mischievous look in her eyes.
"You watched him jerk-off?" I asked, incredulous. "Has he seen you
do... I mean... has he seen you with that dildo?"
"Hell no!" she laughed. "I'd fuck him before I tortured him like
that, and I have no intentions of fucking him because he doesn't
turn me on."
"Good." I relaxed. "But why do you spy on him?"
"You're worse than your sister!" Susan sat down on the sofa and
spread her legs wide. "I do it because it's naughty and I love to
do naughty things."
My eyes widened at the sight of her fully open pussy. Her clit
jutted stiffly from the top of the pink slit and flowered inner lips
dripped from the excitement within.
"Why am I worse than my sister?"
"Both of you are jealous." Susan slid a hand to her pussy. One
finger dipped briefly at the bottom before running up the crease and
pausing at her clit. "If Mary knew what we were doing right now, I
don't know who she'd be more jealous of--me or you."
"If she's jealous of you, I'd be glad to please her just as I'm glad
to please you." I laughed and licked my lips for the finger cycling
the length of her slit. Her teasing was taking it's toll and my
hips began thrusting my cock into my hand. "But if she's jealous of
me, then you have a problem."
"What makes you think that would be a problem?" Susan's face
blushed and she rammed a finger deep into her pussy.
"Jesus!" My eyes bulged and I held my breath. This kind of visual
stimulation was new to me, and I couldn't take my eyes from her.
Neither could I ignore the implications of her last remark.
Susan's feet lifted to the sofa and snuggled on either side of her
ass. When her thighs opened again she was spread completely. Hands
left her ankles; one to rub her clit while two fingers of the other
probed her tight, creamy hole. She removed them and the aroma of
her sex permeated the air as the glistening digits approached her
lips. She licked them with apparent gusto and her eyes rolled as
she tasted herself. Then she looked wildly at me. The fingers
returned to her waiting pussy and plunged in. Susan gasped and
began furiously to finger-fuck herself.
Something snapped--perhaps it was the look in her eyes--and I
knew
this was no longer simply a nasty game for her. Her desperate
mastur- bation was truly amazing. I dropped to the carpet and knelt
with my face less than a foot from her gyrating vulva. She moaned
and fingered herself ever harder under my scrutiny, the tight pussy
yielding at each thrust. Lubricant poured forth and matted her hair
before running down to the sofa. Knuckles smacked tender labia with
such force that I wondered if she was consciously adding pain to her
pleasure.
Finally she rammed her hand home and rolled her knuckles against her
engorged pussy while the other hand furiously rubbed her clit. She
moaned loudly as her ass rose from the sofa and her thighs began to
ripple. Her fingers stopped moving, then squeezed her clit roughly,
as though trying to pull it from her pelvis while her body thrashed
in orgasm. Even though two fingers plugged her hole, I saw it
pulsate around them and gush an abundance of cream. It was too much
for any man to bear.
My face tilted up and my back arched. I jerked my cock with blind-
ing speed and moaned loudly in warning as I came. My eyes were
closed, but I knew my sperm was landing on her body. That thought
extended the orgasm for what seemed forever. The intensity faded at
last and I opened my eyes to see Susan smearing come over breasts
and belly as though it were a precious balm. Perhaps it was.
I tensed and began to come again, this time landing on her pussy.
Susan stretched it open and smiled. I moaned and leaned forward,
adding new moisture to her matted thatch.
Susan's eyes glazed as my cock drew closer. I knew she wanted me,
but the intensity of a double orgasm had been too much. My cock was
too soft to serve when I nestled it at her slippery slit. Slender
hands tried to stuff me in, but it was no use.
I looked into her eyes with the expression of the boy who lost
Christmas. She began to laugh and I had to laugh too. But it
wasn't really funny; I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted my next
breath. Susan must have sensed my embarrassment; she pressed her
lips to mine and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth and we
tongue-fucked for several minutes.
Susan rolled out from under me and rose to her feet. She reached
for her dress and in silence I watched her put it on. It looked so
innocent and sweet on her and it turned me on to know that
underneath she was naked and smeared with my come.
I suddenly wanted her to stay. "Please don't go."
"I have to." She looked at me a sparkle in her eyes.
"Why?" I was puzzled.
She winked. "I have to go to the clinic."
"The clinic?"
"Yeah," she laughed. "Where else do you think a fifteen-year-old
can get the Pill?"
I brightened. "Are you serious?"
"Does this look serious?" She lifted her dress and pulled her pussy
open to show the white, frothy come in her cunt.
"Yeah." I stared in wonder. "You have a nasty way of making your
point."
"The nastier the better." Curved fingers gathered our juices and
lifted them to her lips. Her tongue darted out and she tasted the
sticky substance, then smiled lewdly.
"Jesus..." I felt my cock throb. "You better get to that clinic
before it's too late. I might be forced into holding you hostage if
I get hard again."
"Okay." She walked to the door and She was about to step outside
when she looked back over her shoulder. "Should I get enough pills
for two girls?"
"Damnit..." My cock sprang up and I went after her. "...I warned
you."
Susan ran down the porch and into the yard. I followed to the
bottom of the steps before I realized that I was still naked. I
stopped and covered myself with both hands. Susan laughed and
taunted me, lifting the front of her dress. If not for the children
playing in the neighbor's yard I'd have tackled her, right then and
right there. Instead I ran back into the house. She must have
known I'd be watching out the window because she stopped and blew me
a kiss just before she turned the corner and disappeared.
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