BEE-6831A

Take A Toss With Tess

by Paul Mall



Chapter 1

Tessie could hear the blare of the jukebox as she ran along the pavement. Shrill voices and the sound of splashing water indicated that something was going on behind Mims house, but Tessie couldn't see that far. It was an overly hot summer night and she was anxious to get into the cool water of the pool.

Summer was just about over. Tomorrow, Tessie would return to the city to spend the nest two weeks preparing for the start of school. She was excited about entering Thoreau High; her junior year, and she was feeling very grown-up. And, Tessie did do a lot of growing up this past summer.

When Tessie's sister first approached their mother with the idea that Tessie spend the summer out in suburbia, away from the grimy city, the answer was a flat "No!" But the two sisters won the argument when they barraged their mother with newspaper clippings of murders, rapes, and other city everyday events. Was that a place for a nice fifteen-year-old like Tessie to spend her days? One week later, Tessie, five suitcases, and one overstuffed teddy bear made themselves at home in Tessie's sister's house. Tessie had more freedom that whole summer than she had ever had in her life. She came alive, blossoming both physically and mentally, and as sad as she was about summer being over, she was eager to see what it was going to be like, all grown-up, back in the city, back in school with all those boys she left behind two long months ago.

As Tessie ran across the lawn in front of the large house, she slipped off her sandals. She could see all the kids now. There were more kids than she had expected and it looked like the ply was in full swing. Mim ran up to Tessie and the two teenaged girls embraced.

"How come you're so late? Can't you even be on time for the biggest party of the summer?" Mim pretended to be annoyed, but she really wasn't at all.

"I didn't know what to wear. Half my things are packed and I couldn't find a top to match my shorts, and --"

"Hey, they're setting up the band. Come on!" Mim ran towards the group of boys who were setting up band instruments.

Tessie had been to this house every day almost, for the past two months, but still she couldn't believe it. Mim was so lucky, she thought. That great big house, a real, under-the-ground swimming pool, complete with diving board, bath houses, and lounging chairs. And a jukebox, too. Tessie didn't even know you could own a jukebox, unless you were a restaurant or something like that. Mim's family must be very rich.

Tessie caught up with Mim and watched with her as Gene, Ray, and Johnny set up the drums, and all the electrical equipment. The piano had been moved outside from the house, and a microphone was hooked up next to it.

Someone handed Tessie a beer and she drank it down with all the experience she had gathered during the summer. Someone else handed her a joint and she toked gingerly on it. Marijuana still scared her, but she was too grown-up to refuse just a toke or two, now and then.

There were lights all around the pool area, but the grounds behind the pool were dark. The bath houses were back there, and Tessie imagined that the kids would take full advantage of the darkness and the six small houses.

"Goin' in the water?"

It was Bob, the same Bob that made Tessie's insides quiver every time she spoke to him. "Uh, yes. Maybe later."

Bob, Mim's older brother, was much older than Tessie. That's probably why he excited her so. He was twenty-three, and Tessie figured he must be very sexually experienced. She looked into his deep brown eyes and the quivering began.

"Why wait?" Bob linked his hand into the long brown strands of Tessie's hair and smiled sexily at her, making sure to flash his perfectly white teeth in the process.

"I -- I, uh, just got here. ... There's some people I want to say hello to." She shivered slightly.

"Okay. Maybe later I'll race you across the pool" He turned away from her and walked toward the diving board.

It was at that precise moment that Tessie knew it would be Bob that she'd visit the bath houses with.

"Come on! Gene is getting ready to play." Mum took Tessie by the hand and both girls moved to get a seat by the piano, close to Gene, the blond lead singer of the group.

Beer flowed in abundance: down throats, over heads, into the pool, and down bathing suite. The heavy anima of marijuana filled the air, and the kids became a blur of movement, making loud noises in the night.

After the music, Tessie played tag, danced, and swam. But she didn't see Bob anywhere. Climbing out of the pool, she looked disappointedly toward the bath houses, hoping not to see Bob emerging from one of them, some lucky girl on his arm. Maybe he's in front of the house, she thought, and went to see. There were some kids by the, wishing well on the front lawn, but she couldn't make out who they were. As she approached them, it was evident that Bob wasn't there either. She turned to walk in the other direction.

"Lost, Tessie?"

"No! That you, Gene?"

"Yeah! Want a toke of some good Mexican?"

"Okay."

Ray and Johnny were discussing a new arrangement with Gene and it looked as if they had been arguing about it. Gene put his arm around Tessie's bare, suntanned waist and held her close to him. Tessie was very stoned, grateful for the chance to rest her head on Gene's shoulder. He suited her five-foot-five frame just perfectly. Clad in a brief bikini borrowed from her sister, she felt her akin become atingle as it grazed against the hairy flesh of Gene's thigh and chest. She felt dizzy and the aroma of his masculine body made her even more heady. Tessie was aware that the nipples of her small, firm breasts were standing rigid.

One look from Gene's icy blue eyes, and Ray and Johnny made their excuses and headed back towards the pool, leaving Gene alone with the aroused young girl. Gene turned his attention back to Tessie and his icy blue stare had its effects on her too. A moment later Gene was crushing his lips against her softer ones. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, in short, rapid licks. Each time his tongue entered her mouth, she'd suck briefly on it, proud of how well she had learned to kiss during this glorious summer.

Gene ran his hands up and down her sides, pausing to teasingly stick his fingers into the waistband of her bikini bottoms, tugging at the red material, making her wish that he'd just rip them from her body. Then he cupped one hand on her breast, gently holding the firm orb in his palm. She clutched her thighs together, sucked in her stomach, and jutted her breast deeply into his palm, crushing it against his hand. This kind of fondling was new to her, too. Before this summer, no boy had ever touched her breasts or her pussy. Now her body eagerly awaited the new found thrills of petting. Gene's other hand moved to the mound of her pussy. Slowly she gyrated her body against his hand. The thin material of the red bikini hardly cushioned his touch, and she felt as if she were standing there naked as he caressed her body.

"Gene, let's sit down."

"Under that tree over there." He led her to the weeping willow, a few yards away, and they sat down, leaning against each other. "This better?" He licked her earlobe.

"Mmmmmm. Yes."

He licked down from her ear to her neck, up under her chin, then kissed her softly. Gene returned his hand to her breast and gently lowered her down till they were lying side by side. He kissed her again, more passionately this time, and she responded by wrapping both her arms tightly around him. He glided his tall, muscular frame over her body until he lay atop her. His body was well filled out and the seventeen-year-old boy was very aware that the girls in his crowd considered him well-hung. He had a hard-on and he shoved it and his ego between Tessie's thighs. She parted them, just a little, to accommodate him.

"Let me open the top of your bathin' suit."

"No. Please don't."

"But you let me touch your tits, you let me put my hand under the material. Why not just take it off?"

"No!"

He didn't say anything else. Gene bent his head forward and kissed the flesh bulging from the top of the bikini bra. Tessie moaned loudly and squirmed under him, causing his erection to rub against her pussy. She moaned again and arched her body up against his. His tongue forced itself into her mouth and she eagerly sucked on it. He pumped his groin against hers, and gently kneaded her breasts with his hand. His other hand inched slowly across her thigh, and he stretched his fingers towards the elastic that held the bikini bottoms tightly against her soft flesh. He could feel the stray strands of pubic hair that jutted out from under the elastic, and he pulled gently on them. Tessie moaned deep in her throat and tightened her clasp on him.

"I'm going to miss you, Tessie. Oooh so much." He whispered the words slowly into her ear.

Tessie's thighs spread further apart.

"Maybe you could come out on weekends, or I could come to the city, and --" He began licking the swell of flesh that oozed now from the top of her bathing suit. Gene's hand darted quickly between their bodies and he cupped the mound of her pussy, feeling the spread of wetness that coated the crotch of her bikini.

"You'll really miss me? Really?" Tessie clawed her nails down his back and shut her eyes tightly.

"Mmmmm. Very much." Two fingers quickly shoved under the red material and he pressed them down against her clitoris.

"I'll miss ... oooh!" Her legs were wide apart now, bending at the knees. "Gene! No! Please don't!"

"Tessie, please. It's our last night together." His fingers parted her cuntlips and teased the wet flesh between them.

"Gene. You promised. Not under my pants." She wrapped her legs around his body and humped wildly against the palm of his hand, causing his fingertips to slide slightly into her spasming cunthole.

"Please, Tessie. Please! All summer I've wanted you and all summer you stopped me." With his free hand, he fumbled at the snap of his shorts. It opened and he tugged at the material. The zipper slid quietly open and his cock, thankful to be free of the confines of his denims, loomed out from the pants' opening. "Don't stop me tonight, Tessie."

He held her hand and guided it towards his throbbing organ. "Touch me." He placed her hand on the naked flesh of his penis and it pulsed at her touch.
Tessie withdrew her hand. "No!"

He put her hand back on his cock. "Yes!" He held her hand firmly on the organ. "Feel how hard I am. For you. ... I'm hard for you, Tessie."

Awkwardly she gripped the male flesh. He released his hand from hers and she let go of him. He put her hand back and she gripped his penis again.

"Oh Gene."

He masturbated her clitoris again, underneath her bathing suit, and pumped his cock in and out of her hand.

"Gene!" Tessie felt a nervous flutter in her stomach and she felt her vagina clutch open and closed around Gene's fingers. "Gene, stop. I feel strange. I have to pee."

His fingers moved quickly now, rotating the little bud of her girl flesh between his fingers, pressing it gently against her. In response, her fingers gripped tighter around his cock and he pumped even faster. "It's all right, Tessie. Relax. Relax and enjoy what's going to happen." He stabbed his tongue into her ear and blew a steady stream of hot breath at her earlobe.

"Gene! Gene, what's happening?" She squirmed her ass against the ground beneath them, and her legs kicked against his back. She felt the fingertips enter her hole, just slightly, and the she lost control completely. "Ooooh! Oh, Gene!"

Gene knew that this was Tessie's first orgasm ever, and the expression on her little-girl face caused his cock to throb wildly in her hand. She kicked frantically at him. He watched her head toss from side to side on the ground, her brown hair splayed across the grass, some of it wrapped around her face as she lost herself to the throes of this first orgasm. One nipple poked itself out of the top of the bikini bra, as the suit became twisted from her frenzied movements. Gene quickly sucked the little brown hard nipple into his mouth and bit it gently.

Tessie came again and her hand squeezed Gene's prick. The rod jumped in her hand and then Gene poured come into it, down her arm, splattered her thigh, and puddled on her stomach. Both teenagers were breathing heavily, their bodies heaving against each other. And then they lay quietly in the grass, she feeling ashamed and he feeling proud of his achievement.

"What happened to me?" She didn't look at him when she spoke.

"You came. You came twice, in fact."

Gene explained to Tessie about coming; he showed her the drying sperm that stuck to her flesh and told her that was the results of her own passions. All the time he spoke to her, he held her tightly in his arms, sensing that she needed the reassurance of his presence. They shared another joint together and by the time they finished smoking it, both were ready to rejoin the party around the pool. Tessie didn't feel ashamed anymore. Coming wasn't anything to be afraid of. She liked it.

He helped her to her feet and they both ran towards the pool, racing each other. There were a lot of kids in the pool and a large beach ball was being tossed about the water. The ball sailed through the air and bounced onto the concrete around the pool, stopping when it hit against Tessie's feet.

She scooped the ball into her hands and was about to toss it back into the water when someone took it from her. It was Bob.

"Hi." He flashed his white teeth again. "Where you been?" He raised his eyebrows and winked as he looked back and forth, from Gene to her.

Tessie blushed, convinced that Bob and everybody else had watched her with Gene. "Around."

"Want a beer?"

"What happened to racing me across the pool, Bob?"

"Too late now. I'll never make it. How 'bout the her?"

"Okay." Tessie turned to look at Gene, but he was already in the pool, dunking some girl's head under the water.

Bob slipped his arm under Tessie's and led her towards a table of food that was set up, near the bath houses. He tossed the beach ball back over his shoulders and it splashed loudly into the water.

All around the pool there were clusters of kids. Some were in small circles, passing amend cans of beer, or joints, or both. Some curled up and went to sleep, others sprawled op lawn chairs. Couples that had paired off for petting were scattered about, openly fondling each other. Along the fence that enclosed the large expanse of property were couples who preferred to shield themselves in the dark shadows of the night. The music had long stopped and except for an occasional giggle, or sigh, the night was quiet. The kids who had been in the pool slowly took the silence as their cue that the party had turned in a different direction.

Bob and Tessie reached the food table and filled their paper plates with what was left. Bob led Tessie to a vacant spot against the fence. On the way, Tessie tripped over something and Bob caught her arm.

"Hey! Watch out!"

"Sorry! I didn't see --" Tessie's mouth hung open. She looked down to see Mim, completely naked, her legs spread wide and Johnny kneeling between her thighs. "Wha -- "

Bob tugged at her arm and the bewildered, young teenage girl numbly followed him. Tessie looked closer at the couples around the fence. Many of them were naked and some of them were actually having sex -- all the way sex. Tessie felt a twinge of fear, but mostly she felt excited. She remembered Gene's words, and what she had done with him under the willow tree. Coming, she thought, coming is nice. I like it. She held Bob's hand tightly and together they sat against the fence, propping the plates of food on their laps.

They ate in silence, and Tessie listened to the sounds that murmured around her. "Harder!" she heard someone say, a girl's voice, she thought. "Ahhh, more ... harder!" said the same voice. Tessie listened to the sounds of raspy breathing, to inaudible whispers, to the rustle of clothing. Her nipples were hard again, and she ate her bologna sandwich, unaware that she was doing so. The touch of Bob's arm against hers made the hairs on her body raise with electricity from her skin. "Swallow it!" someone said. What does that mean? Tessie wondered.

The young couple finished eating and Bob took their plates and tossed them aside. He put his arm around Tessie and passed the cigarette that he just lit towards her. She took a tiny puff and blew the smoke out, never inhaling it. Tessie didn't know how to smoke cigarettes really, and it suddenly dawned on her that there was a lot she didn't know how to do. As Bob's arm tightened around her, Tessie wished that she hadn't agreed to come here with him. He was so much older than she and she didn't want him to see how naive she really was. Feeding like a little girl, she sat quietly in the grass, not knowing how to act, what to do.

"You seem frightened. Why?'

"I'm not," Tessie lied.

"Yes you are. I won't bite ... not too hard anyhow."

To the side of them someone spoke. "I'm coming. I'm coming, shove it all the way up. Agggggg!" Tessie flattened her cant against the ground and squirmed. Bob felt her movement and took advantage of her momentary arousal to plate a tender kiss on her lips.

Tessie pushed away from Bob. "There's some thing I want to tell you," she said, rushing the words at him.

He kissed her again, not so gently this tine, and his lips opened wide. He licked his tongue around the inside of her mouth. Tessie pushed him away again.

"Bob, listen!"

"Ssshhh."

His hands went to her breasts and he kneaded the mounds roughly in his palms, pulling the material of the bathing suit away from her body. In two seconds the snap undid itself and the bikini bra fell away from her hardening young tits.

"Bob, everyone can see. Stop!"

"No one can see, Tessie. And if they .can, they're too busy themselves to be bothered with what we're doing." He flung the bra to the ground and lifted one tit to his mouth. "You want this and you know it."

Now that made Tessie angry. Just who did he think he was? She didn't care that he was gorgeous, twenty-three and experienced. He just couldn't get away with that. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Bob --"

He was pulling at the bottom of her briefs, inching the bikini down, trying to pull it also from her body.

She looked down at what he was doing, but her eyes caught sight of something else. From under his shorts poked his cock. It was hard and it looked big -- very big. "Oh no!" Look, Bob, there's something that I really --"

"Okay, okay." Bob said.

Tessie sighed with relief.

"We'll go to the bath houses if privacy is so important to you." He scooped up the discarded bra-piece as he stood, and then pulled her to her feet. "I forgot when you're fifteen that privacy is still important."

Tessie was insulted. Did he think she was just some little girl who didn't know what she was doing ... that she didn't know all about sex? She'd show him, she sure would. Indignantly she followed after him as he led her towards the bath houses.

They walked for a few feet and then Bob stopped. They approached a naked couple lying in the grass. The couple was fucking and Tessie couldn't believe that Bob just walked up to them, knelt down and tapped the shoulder of the boy who was imbedding his prick into the writhing girl sprawled beneath him.

"Huh?"

"How's things, pal?" Bob said, laughing at his friend who hadn't missed a stroke.

"Shit, Bob. What the fuck you want?"

Bob whispered something into the boy's ear and all Tessie could hear was something about someone who probably didn't have any pills. She wondered what kind of pills they were talking about.

"Okay. In my pants' pocket." The naked boy turned to look at Tessie and he grinned at her, "Now would the two of you get the hell out of here, please." He resumed fucking the girl beneath him.

Tessie couldn't stop staring at the couple. From where she stood, she could see him pumping into her wide open, very wet slit. She saw his balls bang against her asscheeks and Tessie was completely fascinated. She had never seen a cock from this angle, in fact, she had seen only one or two cocks, period. From the corner of one eye, she saw Bob fetch something from the boy's pants and stuff it into his own pocket, but she couldn't see what it was.

Bob's friend was fucking with all his power and the girl under him was coming.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried. "Ooooh ... do me good, lover."

He must have been doing her real good because she screamed her ecstasy loud enough for all to hear. "I'm COMINGGGGG, COMINNnnnnnngggggg!" Her legs went straight up in the air and the boy atop her shoved into her with a sense of urgency.

"Take it! Take it, bitch," he moaned above her.

"Give it to me, then. Come on, pour it in," she answered.

He came then, and Tessie saw his sperm ooze out from between the girl's cuntlips, to slide down to her gaping asshole. The scene took Tessie's breath away. She wanted to fuck, very badly. For the first time, Tessie was aware of her clitoris and how big and hard it was. She felt her own cuntlips flutter open, and she felt the liquids within her ooze down, slipping out from between the tremoring lips. She watched as the couple on the ground nicked together. She watched as they pumped at each other, draining the last drops of each other's orgasm. Tessie watched, unconscious of the fact that her own fingertips were pulling at her exposed nipples.

Bob's hand slid around Tessie's waist. "Come on," be said. "Let's try the first house."

"Okay!" There were no more protests. Tessie willingly and eagerly followed next to Bob. She hoped the first house would be empty. She was tired of watching, she just wanted to fuck.

Bob opened the door to the first house and turned on the light. "Ooops, sorry." He shut the door quickly but not so quickly that Tessie couldn't catch a glimpse of Gene shoving his cock down Kathy's throat.

Neither speaking, they moved to the next house. This time Bob knocked. "Not now," came a hoarse voice from beyond the door. And they moved on to the third door. Bob knocked and when there was no answer, he opened the door and turned on the light.

"Come on, this one's empty."

Tessie timidly stepped into the small room and looked around. The room was empty and dimly lit. There were no windows, just a vent in the ceiling. A blue shag rug covered the ,floor and the walls were tiled a lighter blue. A shower stall, small sink, and a toilet took up one corner of the room, and except for a small couch, and some hooks on the walls, the room was bare.

Bob sat down on the floor and looked up at Tessie. "You have nice tits."
Remembering her partial nudity, Tessie blushed, her arm moving to cover her breasts.

"Don't cover yourself up. Move your arm. Let me see you."

"No. I'm em --"

"Don't be shy. You have a nice body. Show it to me."

Tessie dropped her arm back to her side, her eyes focused on the floor.
"Look at me. Tessie, put your head up and look at me."

Slowly, she lifted her head. Her breath came in short reaps and her cheeks colored pink. A new kind of pride swept over her and she stood erect, staring back at Bob.

"Take the bottoms off now." Bob smiled at her and licked his bottom lip. "Do it slowly."

Reality tapped at Tessie and her eyes widened. "Oh, no ... Bob, I ..."

"No more teasing. Take them off."

"Bob, I'm not teasing you. Really!"

"Then take them off."

Heat surged up from her loins and swelled in her breast. She felt dizzy, and the room seemed to spin for a moment. "Okay." Tessie looked back at the floor as she slowly peeled the bikini pants down her legs. She stepped out of them and stood before Bob, completely naked and trembling.

Bob stood up and stripped off his jeans. The pants were all that he had worn, so now be was naked, too. He took her by both hands and lowered her to the floor with him.

They sat there, next to each other, looking at each other and saying nothing. Bob held her chin and raised her face to his. Gently he kissed her cheeks and forehead. Then he took her in his arms and held her clue to him. She could feel the hairs on his chest tickle her nipples. He held her lie that for several minutes, and then kisses her along the side of her face.

"I love your tits." He held one breast in each hand and looked at them, as if appraising their merits. "So firm, your akin so smooth. And look at these beautiful nipples. ...'

He kissed each nipple and then ran his tongue in wet circles around each of them. He licked from one to the other, squeezing her tits with his hands as he oozed saliva over each orb. Then he ran a wet trail with his tongue, up from her breasts to her neck, just under her chin.

Tessie's head was swung back and her eyes were closed. A pleasant smile danced on her lips and she breathed in long sighs. As he licked at her neck, he ran his hands down her sides, till he reached her buttocks. He pressed .his fingertips into her flesh and. kissed her roughly on the mouth, shoving his tongue deep into her throat.

Her body tensed and she moved to push Bob away from her. Her movement caused her to lose her balance and she fell backwards, Bob falling on top of her. His arms went around her to stop her fall and he eased her gently to the rug. He knelt nest to her and looked down at her naked body.

Sweat glistened on her stomach and her silky brown pubic hair was damp with sweat and love juices. Her legs spread slightly and her love bud stood proudly under the sparse growth of hair. Her waist was tiny and her hips almost boyish.

Bob placed one hand on her mound and rubbed his palm against her. Her legs stiffened and her nipples throbbed. He placed two fingers on the bud and began to masturbate her. Her eyes clenched tight, her breathing became irregular and she grinded her cunt against his hand.

"Oh yes, I do like that."

"You'll like this even more."

"What?"

Bob didn't answer her. She refused to open her eyes, even when she heard him moving next to her. She lay there with her eyes shut and her mouth open, waiting for what he was going to do next.

"Ohmygod," she gasped. "Bob, what are you doing?" Tessie tried to sit up, her eyes opening wide now. "What --"

Bob was kneeling. between her thighs, his head bent to her cunt. He was licking it, really licking it, and Tessie couldn't believe what she saw, what she felt. His tongue wiggled into the folds of flesh and teased her small hole.

"Oooohhhh. Why are you -- ooohhhhhhh!" Confused, Tessie closed her eyes and lay back down. She squirmed her cunt under his lips, locking her thighs tightly around his head. She looked down at him, lifting her head so that she could see. His face was buried between her legs, his tongue trying to force its way into her juicing cunthole. "Oooohhhh!"

No one had ever done this to her. She didn't know about this strange thing that Bob was doing to her. This was even more intimate than fucking. Was she suppose to do that to him? She thought about what it would be like to lick him there, between his legs, and she felt her tongue parch. Her nipples ached to be touched, her breasts were hard and eager. Whatever it was that Bob was doing, it was so pleasurable that she was sure she would come from it.

Her hands went to her own breasts and she fondled them. With her fingers, she pulled at her nipples, pinched them, and then crushed the palms of her hands flat against her tits.

"Ooh, Bob ... I'm going to come. You better stop that or I'll come while you're doin' it to me." Her legs spread and she pushed her cunt up to his mouth. "Bob, you better stop."

Bob lifted his head and looked up at her. Saliva trickled down from the corners of his mouth. He smiled and licked his tongue around his lips. "What's the matter?"

"I feel like I'm gonna come."

"In your mouth, while your ... your tongue is there?"

"Why not? Tessie -- has anyone ever done this to you before?"

She lay her head down again and stared up at the ceiling. She felt very embarrassed. "No!"

Bob looked down at Tessie's young body. He tried to remember how much he had done at fifteen and he sensed something about Tessie that he hadn't before. He saw her for the innocent child that she was, a child whose body was just beginning to bud into womanhood.

"Well, then you are in for a treat. You go ahead and come. It's what's suppose to happen." He lowered his head and snaked out his tongue again.

The touch of his moist tongue on her clit pushed away her final reserves and she lay back to enjoy what he was doing to her. She spread her legs and rotated her ass on the rug. The blue wool fibers of the shag tickled at her anal opening, furthering her pleasure. Her arms lay unmoving at her sides, and her fingers pulled on the long shag rug. Her body grew hotter and hotter.

"Yes it is nice." Her legs stiffened as the pleasure became more intense. "I'm going to come, I can feel it." She humped up at him, totally abandoned to this . new sexual thrill. "Oh Bob!" His tongue rotated around her love bud until she felt it stiffen and throb against the fleshy wedge beating at it. Her cunthole spasmed open and shut, her juices pouring out of her. "Novel I think I'm gonna come now."

He ran his tongue down from her clit to her asshole. He stabbed his tongue at the small puckering brown hole and then darted it back up to her cunthole. Shoving his tongue in and out of her cunt, he fucked her wildly with his mouth organ. Then he trailed a long, wet lick back to her asshole and again stabbed into it before returning to her quim.

"Yes, I am going to come. I feel it. ... I can feel that I'm gonna ... oooohhhhhhhhh! Oh, Bob, I'm --"

Bob sucked her clitoris into his mouth and chewed gingerly on it. Her body thrashed about on the floor and her arms reached for him. He sucked again, harder, and her hands buried themselves in his dark hair, pulling at the long strands. He sucked even harder.

"Commmninnnng. I'm COMING."

Bob's head moved up and down between her legs and she lifted her head to watch him. The sight of his tongue darting in and out between her spread cuntlips, licking at her gash, heightened the intensity of her orgasm and she collapsed back to the floor. Pleasure permeated every ounce of her being and she succumbed to the orgasm. Coming was all that mattered now.

"Oh so good. Bob, I like it. Like it!"

He continued to lick and suck until her thrashing stopped, till her legs fell open, spread wide around his shoulders. When he was sure that her orgasm had finally faded and that she was sexually content, he lifted his head from her quim and then sat up.

"Tessie, your cunt is delicious."

"Oh Bob." Some of her initial embarrassment returned.

"Now it's my turn."

"Huh!" She sat up, too, and looked at him.

"Look at this. I still have a raging hard-on. You forgot about me."

Bob held his cock in his hand and shook the eight-inch rod at her. Tessie's eyes widened, shock was evident on her face. He was big, she thought, very big, very wide.

"Bob, remember there was something I wanted to tell you before?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm a virgin, Bob."

"A what?"

"Virgin!"

"A virgin?"

"I feel like I'm suppose to say I'm sorry."

"No one's a virgin."

"I am."

"You can't be."

"Why not?"

He looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. My god, he thought, a real virgin. She must be tight as hell inside that snatch. His cock hardened even more and it looked bright red and menacing, pointing straight at her.

"But you're Mim's friend"

"SO?"

"My sister isn't a virgin. I thought you and she were --"

"How do you know that she isn't?" Tessie didn't believe that Mim wasn't a virgin. She was fifteen, too. Then she remembered Mim, lying in the grass, naked, with Johnny kneeling between her spread thighs.

"'Cause I fucked her before anyone. I took her cherry myself."

"Your own sister? I don't believe --"

"Honey, you got a lot more to learn than you think."

"Well, I'm practically not a virgin. I've come -- several times already."

Tessie didn't want to be a virgin anymore. She wanted to be fucked, like Mim was, like the other girls at the party, like a woman.

"Bob, fuck me now. Take my cherry, too, like you did Mim's."

His hard-on jumped, and a drop of precoital juice bubbled out from the hole of his fat cockhead.

Tessie watched She was aroused again. Very aroused. It seemed that each time she got aroused, she reached new peaks of need. She shut her eyes and visions of naked couples fucking, sucking, and coming floated by her mind's eye. She remembered what had happened with Gene, under the willow tree, and it seemed like that was long ago, not like it had been only a couple of hours ago. Her clitoris rose hard and expectant again, and she grew bolder.

"Bob, fuck me. Please, I want you to put it in me."

"Put what into you?"

"Put your -- your thing into me."

"It isn't a thing, Tessie. It is a cock, a prick, a penis, a rod, but it is not a thing."

"Okay, then put your cock into me. Put your prick into my cunt." Tessie lay down and spread her legs wide apart, posing obscenely for Bob. "Come, we don't want to forget about you ... put it in."

Never had there been a more tempting sight before him, except for the time he walked into the garden shed to find his sister petting with one of her dates. A tight fifteen-year-old cunt with all its eagerness, innocence. To be a girl's first fuck was exciting and Bob was more than excited. He was almost insane with the desire to shove his prick all the way into her.

Bob moved over her body and lay atop of her, his cock nudging at her pebblelike clit. She lifted her legs straight up in the air, following her instincts and trying to imitate what she had seen the other girls do around the pool and in the bath house. She rocked from one asscheek to the other, feeling his thing ... his cock ... his prick ... his beautifully hard and throbbing rod, sliding up and down on her clit, titillating her virgin hole. Her juices leaked out of her, wetting his hard-on, causing it to slide easily along her reddened alit. She felt as if she could come again, even before he put it, put his cock into her.

"Bob, hurry before I come."

"Go ahead. This feels good and I could come this way, too."

"No, put it in. Bob, please."

"No. Get someone else to bust your cherry. Not me."

"Why?" Tessie felt as if she were going to cry. She felt humiliated.

"Look, I don't want that responsibility. I don't need this kind of trouble."

"I don't understand. You fucked your own sister, who's the same age as me. Bob, I want you to fuck me. Please!"

"Mim may have been a virgin, but she wasn't naive. She knew a hell of a lot more than you do. Look, it isn't that I don't want to, that you aren't one hell of a knockout, a great body and all, but I'm not taking your cherry."
Tessie started to cry.

"Shit. Now don't start that. Look we could hump together like this. We'll both come, and I'll come all over your cant. You'll feel my sperm slide around your slit and juice up your asshole. It'll be like practice. The next guy will bust your cherry."

Tessie continued to cry, tears rolling down the sides of her face.

"Tessie, please don't cry. I like you. I like you very much, and maybe the next time you come out to visit, well, then maybe we'll fuck. But not now. Let me be the one who taught you how. This is just like fucking, only I won't put my cock into you. That's the only thing, and when you get fucked for the first time, all this learning will be behind you. You'll be terrific at it, you'll enjoy it more than if you do it now. Trust me."

Resigned that he wasn't going to fuck her, feeling good that he cared enough about her to go through all this for her, she began to concentrate on the hardness that teased at her slit. Her clitoris ached and she soothed it by rubbing it against his manflesh.

"Oh that feels nice."

Bob pumped his organ between her legs, forgetting her tears, forgetting everything but the fact that he was going to come now. He felt her cuntlips open and close around his shaft. His cockhead hit against her clit, slid down and nudged into the tiny opening of her still-to-remain-virgin cunt. His balls ached, needing release.

"I'm going to come. Bob, I'm gonna come again."

He watched the smile that spread across her lips, the look of girlish innocence mixed with the results of womanly pleasure. He watched her small, firm tits heave up and down as she breathed rapidly, her orgasm about to break from her insides.

"Now, it's starting now. I'm gonna come nowwww. Ahhnnnnn!"

Her hole gaped open and he was tempted to shove his cock up inside .her. Oh how he wanted to do that. It seemed as if fire were coursing up his shaft, swelling in the red bulb of his cock. Her legs wrapped around him, and they kicked in the air. Her ass pumped up at him, bouncing back to the floor only to smack up at his cock again.

"Don't stop. This is the best. Ohgod, this -- is goooood!"

She came and came and came, juices gushing out of her, staining the rug beneath them, coating his shaft, smearing on his balls. He shoved his body against hers, reached his hands to her tits and squeezed them, pinching the nipples between his fingers. Her face was the picture of total abandonment and pure joyful pleasure.

"I'm coming again. Oh, Bob. I'm coming again, Bob, again."

Come spurted from his cock, splattering hotly against her clitoris, squishing in the folds of her girlflesh, trickling down her slit to coat her asshole. The brown hole puckered open and closed, and drops of his come entered the tiny orifice.

"Again, Bob ... again, oh again!"

He came for a long time, humping her madly, enjoying the thrill of a virgin cunt beneath him. He came and pumped, came and pumped, and then he fell exhausted onto her body. He lay there on her, coated in sweat, his cock still hard between her legs, completely drained, sexually fulfilled.

Tessie held Bob in her arms, as if to comfort him. It should have been she that needed the comforting, she thought. But virgin or no virgin, she was no longer innocent. A small little thing like a hymen wasn't going to be a problem. Sex was wonderful, not all the naughty things her mother inferred it was. When she got back to the city, back to school, she was going to get her cherry busted by the first available taker. She was going to start fucking. If what she had done with Gene, with Bob, was this good, fucking had to be better, though she just couldn't imagine how.



Chapter 2

Tessie pushed her way through the. crowded corridor of Thoreau High; glancing back and forth from the small white card clutched in her hand to each door she passed. Young boys and girls, most of them also clutching little white cards, moved, scrunched against each other, all trying to find the nest classroom on their new schedules. "Christ! Watchit!" she grumbled to the faceless person who had just stepped on her blue sandaled foot.

Finally she spotted Room 354, her American History 1 class. There were only a few other kids in the room, and Tessie looked them over quickly, stopping to give the blond boy sitting near the window a nose-wrinkling smile. He smiled back and Tessie let a maybe register in the back of her mind. She took a seat about halfway down the second aisle and stared blankly at the dusty blackboard.

The day had been pretty disappointing so far, school amounting to nothing more than delaney cards, dress codes and rules -- lots and lots of dumb rules: no talking in the hall; go up the steps one at a time, and, of course, on the proper staircase. Tessie figured that you could probably get expelled if you wore the wrong color blouse on the wrong day of the week, and got caught while talking with a friend, going up two steps at a time on a down staircase. The rules alone challenged Tessie to try just that as soon as possible.

"You got a cigarette?"

Tessie was surprised by the girl who had slid into the seat that was attached to the one she was sitting in. She turned to look at the girl and recognized her from another class. She couldn't remember which one though.

"I had to ditch my pack when the Girl's Dean made a search in the Third Floor bathroom."

"Made a search?" Tessie asked as she reached into her tiny purse for her cigarettes.

"Yeah. I hear she does that for the first few weeks, checks all the bathrooms to catch girls smoking. She comes in and says that she smells smoke and wants to see who has cigarettes on them. All she found was four bowls of floating butts.

Tessie handed the girl a cigarette and remembered her name. "Sandy? Right? English, this morning."

"Uh-huh. Prick of a teacher, but this one is okay."

Tessie glanced at the white card still clutched in her hand. She looked for the name of the teacher who hadn't yet arrived to the class. "Mr. Sands, you know about him?"

"Yeah. He flusters easily, passes all the girls who wiggle their tits at him, and he's cute."

"Good afternoon, girls and boys, or .should I say young men and la -- I mean, women." Cute Mr. Sands closed the backdoor of the classroom and angled himself between the textbooks and pocketbooks cluttering the aisle. "A nice size class, that's good."

Reaching the front of the room, he turned slowly and faced his students.

"Welcome to my classroom. I'm Mr. Sands, your teacher for the new term." He sat down behind his desk and spread open a large folder, then began placing little white cards into its neat little rows of slots. "I'm going to ask you each to tell me your name so that I can get acquainted with all of you, and so that I can write your names on the proper delaney cards. Please do not change your seat or you will not be where your card says you are."

"Shit," grumbled the blond boy whose hair glistened from the sun streaming in the window. He looked at Tessie and grinned.

She giggled and enforced the maybe into her thoughts.

Flustered, Mr. Sands just continued slipping cards into slots and wished to himself that he had been an accounting major in college instead. "Okay, let's start with the first row, first seat. Your name, please."

It came Tessie's turn, and she sat up straight and tall in her seat, and smiled. "I'm Tessie," she said, wiggling her tats at him, "Tessie Mathesom"

He couldn't help but linger his gaze, just a bit, on the firm breasts that jiggled in front of him. Her red sweater pulled taut on her flesh and her nipples were clearly outlined for him. "Uh, nice ... name. Yes, nice name. Thank you." He went cat to the next person, and then the neat, in constant awareness of those hard nipples.

Tessie watched his every movement throughout the rest of the period, knowing that he was purposely avoiding her. That was good, she thought, he is a definite contender for my cherry. As he issued books and gave reading assignments, Tessie thought about how she could seduce him She realized she was going to have to be quite bold with this man. He was older than Bob, probably over thirty. Yes, she'd have to be very bold.

At long last, a loud shrill bell rang through the hallways, announcing that there were five minutes left to class. Actually, class ended the moment the bell started to ring. The first sound of it caused a noisy shuffling of books to drown out its ring. By the time the second bell blared, the one that tells you that you may move silently to the next room of indoctrination, all of the classrooms were already emptied of students, and most of the teachers were equally eager to get the first day over with.

Tessie didn't run for the door. Instead, she remained in her seat until the class was empty and she was alone with the very nervous Mr. Sands. She stared at him, one hand playing with a strand of her chestnut hair.

"Aren't you eager to get to your next period, Miss Matheson?"

"I'm not eager to get my feet stepped on again. I thought I'd wait till the halls aren't so crowded."

"Oh!" He was flustered again, and he looked down at some papers in front of him. "Very well."

Tessie took a deep breath and stood up. She pulled at her sweater, and took another deep breath. Courage gathered, she walked slowly up the aisle towards his desk. "Um, Mr. Sands ... um, could you tell me which staircase to take to be on the right side to get to this classroom, this one here." She thrust the crumpled white card at him and bent over his desk, at just the right angle, the one she practiced in front of her mirror that morning, to show off the top of her breasts and a good amount of cleavage between them.

He didn't look at her, just at the card. "Uh, the one down the middle hall, the first one you come to."

She retracted the card and waited.

"Is there something else, Miss Matheson?"

"Yes."'

"What?"

"You are dynamite."

He turned then, his eyes widely opened by the sight of Tessie's smooth-skinned, round, firm, and very young breasts falling half out of the top of her sweater. They were so close he could have bit them.

Tessie rose, turned, and walked out of the room. Well, she thought, at least that ought to keep him thinking about me.

Her next period was Study Hall; and Tessie decided that she'd cut the first session and thus avoid having a delaney card filled out for her. This way, she figured, she'd never have to show up for it at all. That was her last class before going home, and it made no sense to stay in school an extra period just to sit on a hard seat in the auditorium -- only because the school didn't know what else to do with her for the last 45 minutes of the day. Drawing a cigarette out, she pushed her way through the crowded, smoke -- filled Third Floor Girl's Room.

"Can you share that?"

"Hi. Sure," Tessie said, recognizing her friend, Jeanie. "How'd it go?"

Jeanie inhaled on the cigarette and passed it back to Tessie. "Boring, how else can the first day of school be?"

The two girls had grown up together, both living on the same block, both going to the same schools since Kindergarten. In the third grade they had become blood sisters after having pierced their fingers with a safety pin, and, holding the fingers together, they had sworn undying friendship to each other. Now, in their junior year of high school, they were still very close friends.

"I'm going to cut out. I'm skipping Study and going across to Nick's. There should be a crowd there by now."

   Jeanie brushed the long strands of her straight, light brown hair from her face. "There's going to be a party at this guy's house. Jimmy's. He's in my Science Lab, and he's beautiful. Wanna come?"

"I wasn't invited."

"Yes you were," Jeanie giggled, "I just invited you. It'll be all right with Jimmy. I'm sure."

Tessie didn't need much encouragement. It would be a chance to meet some more people. "Okay."

Jeanie decided that her art class was as unimportant as Tessie's study hall, and the two girls left the school through the back of the building, ran across the school yard, through a hole in the black wire fence, and kept naming the three blocks to Jimmy's house.

Jeanie was right, Jimmy didn't mind an extra guest, especially when he saw Tessie. He lived in a small apartment on the first floor of a large apartment house. The apartment was crowded with kids, most of the teenagers holding beer cans, but a few were smoking grass. Some sat in clusters, talking and laughing. Many had paired into couples and were trying to make or were making each other. Boys and girls petted openly, under and over clothing.

Tessie followed Jeanie to the kitchen where they found the beer, about twenty cans of it, chilling in a sink full of ice. They helped themselves to a beer each, and were about to go back to the living room when Jimmy ushered Jeanie away, leaving Tessie in a kitchen full of strangers.

"Hi. I'm Bill. You go to Thoreau?"

Tessie turned and looked into the most beautiful blue eyes she ever saw. "Uh-huh. You?"

"Yeah. I'm a senior."

"I'm a junior, my first year in the school. My name is Tessie."

"Hi, Tessie. Do you know anyone here?" Bill held his face close to hers and slipped his arm around her waist. He was much taller than Tessie, and he used his size to woo her closer to him.

"No, just Jeanie, and she's --"

"I know, I saw." Holding her tighter, he turned her around. "Come on," he continued, leading her into the other room, "I'll introduce you to some of my friends."

Bill's arm felt good to Tessie. Besides being tall, he was well built, very muscular, and his arm around her waist made her feel very secure. He introduced her to several of his friends, not moving his arm from her. They chatted awhile, finishing their beers, and then he guided her into the hallway, first getting them each another beer.

"It isn't so noisy and smoky here. Let's sit on the floor and get to know each other better. I like you." Bill sat while he spoke, pulling Tessie gently down next to him, not giving her a chance to answer. Then he opened the two cans of beer and handed one to her.

"I don't know ... I don't think that I should drink another one."

"Why not?"

"I get drunk easily."

"Good."

Tessie laughed; running her hand nervously through her hair, causing it to fall in loose waves across her face. "Oh, so you are the type who gets 'em drunk, and ..."

"Yep." Bill laughed, too, his blue eyes twinkling into her brown ones.

Tessie drank down the second beer.

"Now you've done it," she said. "I've got to go to the bathroom, and I'll probably have to go every five minutes now that you've forced me to drink so much beer. Beer does that to me."

She stood up, lost her balance and sat down again. She rested a moment and then stood again, this time succeeding. "Where's the bathroom?"

Bill rose up and once again made Tessie aware of his size. "This way," he told her and led her by the hand, down the hallway.

They passed a bedroom and Tessie saw several couples on the bed. They were all either naked or partially naked, and all heavily engaged in various sexual acts. What she saw made her stomach muscles flutter. The sight of those couples, the effects of the beer she had consumed, and Bill's manly body brought back to Tessie's mind, her promise to herself ... her promise to get rid of her virginity. She liked Bill, and he was a turn-on, and there was sex going on at the party, and -- and, well why not?

"This is the bathroom. I'll wait here for you, so you don't get lost when you come out."

Tessie entered the bathroom, locked the door behind her, peed, and then combed her hair in front of the mirror hanging over the once-white porcelain sink. She dabbed a little powdered rouge onto her cheeks and inspected her teeth in her mirrored reflection. Satisfied that she looked okay, she lifted the hem of her blue wool skirt and pulled down her pale blue nylon briefs. With her fingers, she fluffed up the sparse growth of brown pubic hair and rotated her clitoris between two fingers. Her nipples hardened, poking noticeably through the ribbing of her red sweater. She looked again at her reflection in the mirror, and saw that her cheeks were flushed and that her eyes looked glassy, sexy.

She masturbated for a few more moments, long enough to start her vaginal walls to secreting sex fluids. Then, she pulled up her panties, dropped her skirt back into place and smoothed it down neatly. She sniffed the fingers that had titillated her clit and then licked them, rolling her, tongue around the long fingers. The last thing Tessie did before opening the door and returning to Bill was to wash her hands.

When Tessie came out of the bathroom, she didn't see Bill anywhere. She was about to go back into the living room to look for him, when he returned, carrying two more cans of beer.

"That isn't for me, I hope. I can't possibly drink anymore."

"Look," Bill said, "I got this terrific idea. You're worried about getting too drunk, and about having to run into the bathroom every five minutes. So I promise to see to it that you get home safely, walking straight for your mom, and . . ." He ushered her back into the bathroom, .closing and locking the door behind them. "And, we'll drink it right here so you don't have to travel far to the john." He popped open both cans of beer.

"You're crazy." But Tessie didn't make a move towards the door, or say another word on the subject. She took the can from Bill and started drinking the cold fluid down. She was well on her way to being drunk.

"I have another terrific idea," Bill said, reaching into his shirt pocket. "Let's smoke a jay, too." Again, Bill didn't wait for Tessie to answer. He had a joint already rolled and was putting it to his mouth.

For a short moment Tessie felt nervous. She didn't know Bill at all. To give her virginity to a total stranger, someone she met not even an hour before, may be the wrong thing to do. She toked on the marijuana that he passed to her, holding the harsh smoke down for as long as she could. She was getting better at it.

"We could sit on the floor."

Tessie looked at Bill through hazed eyes and noticed for the first time how really handsome he was. His eyes were just so perfectly blue, so seductive, and long brown lashes fluttered down over them. His nose was perfectly shaped and his mouth soft and wet looking. He had wavy hair, light brown -- almost blond, and when he spoke to her his head tilted forward, the long brown waves framing his face, emphasizing his creamy, flawless complexion. After looking at him for a few more seconds, her reserves were gone. "Okay, we can sit here by the tub, so we can lean against it.

They sat down and finished smoking the marijuana, hardly more than brief, awkward conversation between them. Then they stopped speaking altogether. Just as Bill was about to put his arm around Tessie, to draw her to him, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Yeah?" Bill asked.

"What the hell do you mean, yeah?" came a voice from the hallway. "Open the door and let me in."

Bill recognized Frank's voice, one of his friends. "I'm peeing."

"No you ain't, you got a chick in there and I need the john."

"Damn! All right."

Bill got up and opened the door for Frank. "Make it fast, please."

"Why don't you two use the bedroom, or the living room? Don't you like being seen or something

"Look, we just want to be alone for a little while, so hurry."
Tessie stood there, wondering if Frank was going to go to the bathroom while she was present. She kind of hoped that he would.

"Okay, you two get out and I'll hurry."

Disappointed, Tessie took the hand that Bill extended to her and they went into the hallway to wait. A few moments later Frank came out and they re-entered the small room.

"Don't lock the door."

Bill looked at Tessie, surprised.

"Someone may have to use the bathroom again, and it is a drag to have to keep getting up to open the door."

Bill realized that Tessie's logic came partially from her being stoned, but suddenly -- maybe because of the glint in her eyes, or the way she stood there, thrusting her hip sexily forward -- he knew she had something planned ... something good.

"Okay, but we'd have to get up to wait outside anyhow."

"Well, now I have a terrific idea," Tessie said, looking him straight in those blue eyes, and licking her bottom lip suggestively. "Let's sit in the bathtub, close the glass doors, and not let anyone know we're in there."

"Honey, you're on!"

He climbed into the tub first, taking all the towels he could find with him, then helped Tessie in after him. As she lifted her leg to climb over the side of the tub, her short skirt slid up her thigh and he could see up between her legs to almost where the rim of her panties were. He started breathing faster, aware that Tessie was saying yes to the question he never got a chance to ask. She fell forward onto him, and he caught her with both arms. She leaned against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her legs spread slightly.

As he reached behind her to close the sliding glass door, he tightened his arms around her, bringing her body as close to his as possible. She looked up at him and parted her lips, prepared for the kiss he leaned forward to place softly against her mouth. Slowly he pushed his tongue into her mouth and then withdrew it again, pressing his lips firmer against hers. He thrust the tongue in again, licking at hers, and once more withdrew it. His lips pressed firmer onto hers and he thrust the tongue in a third time, this time with more force, and his tongue lingered in her mouth until she sucked on it and teased it back with short laps of her own wet mouth organ.

A moment later, he had cushioned the hard tub with the towels and helped her down with him into a sitting position. They were cramped next to each other, in the small space, but neither seemed to mind much, immediately having resumed their wet kissing.

Bill shifted his position so that he was lying against the shallow front end of the tub, his legs spread and his feet resting on the spigots at the opposite end of the tub. He pulled Tessie between his legs, so that she was facing him, resting on her knees, leaning forward, the top part of her body against his chest. He licked down at her ear, trailing warm wetness along the back of the earlobe. With one hand, he lifted her head up and gently kissed her opened mouth. His other hand molded itself around one breast and he slowly rotated the palm of his hand around the fleshy orb. He kissed her harder and at the same time inched his fingers up and then down under the wide-scooped neckline of Tessie's red sweater, seeking out her nipples. When he found them, they were tremoring and hard between his fingers.

"Ohhhh!" Tessie thrust her body against his chest, flattening her breast into his hand. "Oh, I love that. Do both of 'em."

That was all the cueing that Bill needed. Holding her up with one hand, he started to pull the sweater up Tessie's out-thrust chest. When she realized what he was going to do, she helped him remove the sweater. Her pert tits naked to his view, he licked his lips, smiled lustily into her eyes, then opened his mouth and bent his head between her breast mounds. He licked the rounded flesh between the tits, then blew a hot trail of aroused breath at each nipple, one then the other, then went back to licking between them.

"Suck them Bill, suck my tits!"

He drew one quivering dark nipple into his mouth and sucked as if to extract fluid. He did that for a few moments and then his sucking became more gentle and soft.

She ran her hands up and down the length of his arms, still in a kneeling position, her body stiff and straight, savoring the pleasure of his sucking mouth. One hand went up to the unattended nipple and she pinched it, pulled on it, and then flattened the whole tit into the palm of her hand.

Tessie's whole body was trembling with want. Her legs spread and she felt the dampness flooding down from her insides into her panties. She rubbed the top of her thighs together, causing the panties to swish back and forth across her alit. Her clitoris was erect and she could feel her virgin hole dilating slightly. Oh how she wanted something shoved inside of her, how she wanted Bill's cock.

"Take out your ... cock! Bill, take it out and let me see it, let me touch it."

His mouth still on her nipple, biting it gingerly, he moved his hands to the top of his pants and undid his belt and zipper. His cock popped out of the pants opening and it throbbed, all red and menacingly, at her. He was very, very thick and about eight inches long. Taking his pulsating rod in his hand, he jerked it off for a moment, a small drop of clear fluid bubbling out from the prick hole. He wiped the discharge over the tip of his cock, causing the flesh to glisten.

"Lie down!" His tone was urgent, his hands pushing her back, lying her down. "I don't want to wait, lie down ... please."

Without any hesitation, Tessie lay down and spread her legs as best she could in the confined space of the bathtub. She pulled her skirt up, and arching her ass slightly, she inched her panties down over her hips and waiting mound Bill, cock in hand and aiming it for Tessie's gaping pink slit, loomed over her, and then began to lower himself onto her, his cock coming closer and closer to her soaking wet gash. Her arms went around him, urging him to hurry.

"Yes, Bill. Do it ... do it. Take my cherry!"

"Yes," he moaned. "I'm gonna do that right now. I'm gonna take it ... take your ... cherry!"

Tessie was so hot, so turned on that her legs were already raised high in the air on either side of his body. "Please hurry. I can't wait Put it in ... put it in!"

"Cherry?" Bill's body stood suspended inches above her, his cock stretching itself desperately at the waiting hot hole of her virgin bog. "You're a virgin?"

"Yes, hurry ... hurry and fuck me."

"No!"

"No? Yes! Yes, fuck me, you prick."

"It is gonna take me exactly one second to come. I'll never get it in. You bitch, why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't think it mattered. I didn't think you'd object to being a big shot, you know -- first to fuck her, and all that."

"Okay, crazy girl, I'll fuck you. I'll take your cherry, but you take this load first. Take it in your mouth and then when I fuck you, I'll be able to take all the time needed to break your damn hole open."

"My mouth?" Tessie wasn't sure that she knew what he meant That must be like what Bob did to her at Mim's party, only in reverse, she thought, looking at his Cock and swallowing hard. His cock is so big how the hell do you do it, she wondered, getting more and more turned on at the idea of it "Show me ... show me how and I'll do it"

"This is my lucky day. First fuck, first head-job. Far-out!" At the realization that he was in for a sexual treat beyond what he expected, Bill sat up against the base of the tub. "Get comfortable here, between my legs. Bring your head up close to my prick and I'll tell you exactly what to do."

Tessie moved to where Bill had directed her, and bent her head down over his cock. Her tongue snaked out and licked around the rim of his smooth, circumcised penis tip, licking it round and round. She looked coyly at Bill's face to see if he appreciated her willingness. He did.

"Lick it all over, holding my balls while you do ... and don't squeeze them."

Tessie licked her tongue around the tip of his cock again, licking into its tiny puckering hole, lapping up the slight wetness there. Then she ran her tongue under the sensitive reddened ridge of the cockhead, and when he moaned at that, she did it faster, pressing her tongue flatter against his maleflesh. Her hands were between his legs, fondling gently the balls that hung down heavily from his body.

"That's good. You're gonna give -- me a great blowjob. Suck now, slowly, taking a little more of my cock into your mouth as you suck your way down -- as far as you can." To enforce his directions, Bill lifted his body up an inch or so and thrust his cock at her mouth. "Suck it!"

Tessie drew her lips from his organ and placed a soft, wet kiss on the very tip of it. Then she opened her lips a fraction and rested them on the saliva-coated bulb. Her lips began to slide down the length of his shaft, parting a little more as she lowered her mouth onto him. She sucked it as if it were a candy stick and she wasn't yet sure if she liked its flavor. Between her own legs dripped a thick discharge, her hole open and ready for what nature meant to happen nest. It ached there, between her legs, ached for something to fill the hot virgin sea channel. In one movement, she lowered her mouth as far down onto Bill's cock as she could, one of her hands burying itself in her snatch, two fingers wildly masturbating her hard clit. The other hand continued to fondle Bill's balls.

"Yes, suck it like that ... suck it hard ... you'll have it in a sec --"

The bathroom door thudded open and the sweat-oozing passionate couple startled momentarily. Bill slid his hand quietly up to the glass door and inched it open slightly. Holding Tessie's mouth down on his shaft, both hands pushing on her head, grabbing into her hair, he moved his face closer to the door and peered through the opened crack. He saw a very drunk male party guest, one of the guys he didn't know, trying to find his way to the toilet, pulling desperately at the fly of his pants.

Wrestling her head against Bill's hands, Tessie succeeded in pulling away from Bill's cock, so that she could also see who had entered the bathroom. She oozed her body up Bill's and peered out. When she saw the boy standing before the toilet, he had managed to free his cock and was now trying to aim it at the center of the toilet bowl. At the sight of him, holding his cock in his hand, his fingers kneading the flaccid penis, Tessie shivered all over.

"Ssahh!" she said to Bill, fondling his balls with one hand, pinching one of her nipples with the other. "Sssshhh! Don't let him know we're here, I want to watch."

"Suck me, damn it, suck me!" Bill tried to push her head back onto his angry prick, but she was determined to watch the unsuspecting intruder. "Christ, I can't wait to fuck you. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you for this torture."

Tessie licked her lips and gleamed delightedly at Bill. "That sounds terrific, now ssshhh!" she said, the hand on her breast sliding down her body to between her legs. She resumed masturbating herself; faster now, wanting to come. At the same time, her other hand began to masturbate Bill. She jerked him off, and herself, squinting out at the boy trying to pee.

She was so hot, so close to orgasm, her body tensed and waiting. Sweat trickled down the sides of her forehead and under the swell of her jiggling tits. Her nipples stretched taut in the air, searching for a suckling mouth. The boy started to urinate, missing the bowl by an inch. He stopped, re-aimed his penis and relieved his bladder in a long, steady stream. That was what Tessie wanted to see. She wanted to know everything a male did with his beautiful cock ... the organ that she had come to love, to want so very badly inside her cunt, on her belly, in her mouth, shoved anywhere, maybe even into her asshole. As soon as the boy left the bathroom, she lowered her mouth down around Bill's cock again, so turned on that she took his whole prick down into her throat, sucking it with every ounce of her being. She tried to swallow it.

"Yes ... oh yes ... suck it ... suck it ... oh, god, I'm gonna come!"

And Tessie sucked and sucked and sucked, her hand working madly in her cunt. She pressed her fingers down on her clitoris, then pulled on it, shoved her palm against it, rotating her hand rapidly. She shoved three fingers inside her and then spread them wide, pushing. her hole open from the inside. Wetness flowed down over the fingers, making them sticky. Her palm caught her juices and then wiped them all over her cunt, matting down her short brown cunt hairs. Her clitoris seemed to swell and she rotated it round and round and round.

"Coming now ... now, don't stop. Ughnnn!" Bill shoved his cock deeper into her throat, his breath coming harsher and more rapidly. He pushed his groin as close to her mouth as she could, his hands busy at squeezing his balls, as if to urge out the sperm that boiled in them.

She opened her mouth wide around his thick shaft, giving it room to pulsate in, letting it hit every part of the inside of her mouth.

"Now!" He gave a final thrust down her throat and his come poured into her open mouth, down her gullet, in one steady, unfaltering stream.

Her mind flashed to an image of the boy who had urinated for his unseen audience, her hand moving in a blur between her legs, and she swallowed greedily all the fuckjuice that Bill had to give her.

"Take it! I'm coming. Swallow my come ... swallow it ... all of it."

Tessie began to come, her orgasm taking over her entire body, shaking it, heating it, melting it down around her hand Her mouth filled with Bill's come and drops of it trickled out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and fell onto her tits. And when she had swallowed the last drop of it, she lifted her head quickly and looked up at Bill. His eyes were closed and a satisfied smile played across his sweat-streaked face.

"Fuck me now. You said you would."

"Hey, give me a minute to recover. That was very good. You give great head."

"I want to fuck. I don't want to wait anymore."

Her eagerness for his cock and for fucking spurred him on. He wanted very much to fuck her, to pierce his cock into her, stabbing away that protective tissue deep inside her tight hole. He wanted to see the drops of her virgin blood on his cockhead.

"Okay, lay down again and spread your legs."

About to do what he said, she was stopped by a sudden loudness of voices from outside the bathroom. "Oh Christ," she heard someone say, and then there was a rush of footsteps in the hallway. The door of the bathroom flung open and Jimmy's head poked in. "Get out quickly."

Both Tessie and Bill scrambled to adjust their clothing, and Tessie grabbed for her discarded sweater. She slipped it over her head as Bill climbed out of the tub. He fastened his pants, his now limp penis stuffed back inside them. Bill helped Tessie over the rim of the tub and the two of them ran into the hall. Tessie expected to see flames leaping up from some part of the apartment, but what she saw instead was a fat old woman running madly around the rooms, swinging a long loaf of Italian bread in the air.

"Sonsofbitches," the woman screamed. "Disgusting sonsofbitches. Get out of my house -- Get out!"

"Oh wow!" Tessie ran passed the woman, ducking from the swing of the bread, ran into the kitchen, scooped up her books and her pocketbook, and ran for the front door. It was open and the kids who weren't scrambling out of windows, some of them dressing hurriedly as they went, were trying to push through the door. Tessie got through and ran from the building, laughing loudly. It had to be the greatest experience ever; it was invigorating. But about two blocks from the building, her breath returning to normal, her heart still thumping rapidly from her exertion, Tessie became aware of the frustrating fact that again -- again, she was left with an unfucked cunt.

I'm still a virgin, she thought bitterly. But, then she consoled herself with -- but I give great head!



Chapter 3

There were only three other passengers on the bus when Tessie boarded it. She smiled at the driver who, to her, looked just like Norman Mailer. She deposited the fare.

"Hi beautiful," he said.

"Hi beautiful, yourself," she said and took the seat right behind him.

"Where you comin' from, this hour?"

"A friend's house. We were ... er, studying."

"I'll bet you were. A beautiful young thing like yourself must have better things to do than to study. Call me Jack."

"Okay, Mr. Jack Busdriver. I'm Tessie."

Jack pulled the bus to a halt at the next stop and opened the doors. One man got off, no one got on, and Jack zipped the bus back into the middle of the street and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal, the bus picked up speed.

"You got far to go?" Jack asked, looking through squinted eyes into the rear view mirror at her.

"Uh-uh, not too. About three more stops."

"Oh," he frowned at her. "I get a break at the end of this run, thought I could buy you a beer, or somethin'."

"I'd like to do that, but I just can't tonight. Uh, maybe another night." Tessie hoped he'd ask for her phone number. She didn't want to just offer it to him. Jack smelled so masculine, his shirt clinging to him, perspiration wetting the back of it. She was fascinated by the rippling of his muscles under the tight-fitting flannel.

"Yeah, another night. How old are you?"

"Fifteen. How old are you?"

Jack gripped the wheel, his cock coming awake. Fifteen! Oh, baby! he thought. "I'm thirty-four."

Tessie squirmed down into the rough plastic of the bus seat. Thirty-Four! she thought. A tingling sensation leaped through her loins.

The bus came to the next stop and the last two passengers got off. Again no one got on. Tessie and Jack were alone on the bus as it zipped along the darkened streets, entering Tessie's neighborhood.

"Oh, it's the next stop that I have to get off:" Tessie got up and stood next to Jack, in front of the white line that the passengers were suppose to stand behind. Tessie liked disobeying that order. She liked disobeying a lot.

"Hey," Jack said. "I'm not letting you get away without promising me a ... a date."

"Jack, you don't want to date me. I'd be embarrassed to have to admit something to you after goin' out with you and bein' alone with you ... and..."

Jack slowed the bus down and parked it in the shade of some trees. "Tessie, what are you trying to tell me?"

When she realized the bus had come to a stop, she bent to look out the front window. Turning to him, confused, she gripped the back of his seat and tensed, becoming a little frightened. "Why'd you stop here? This isn't a bus stop."

"I'm not going to do anything to you. I just think you're somethin' else, and I'd like to buy you a drink. That's all. You said you get off at the next stop and I didn't want you to get away before I had a chance to make ... er, a date."

Calmed now, believing him, and liking the idea of going for a drink with him, she decided to be honest. This was a man she was dealing with, not a boy like Bill or Bob, and not a shlump like Mr. Sands. They were the type you played with; they deserved it, but not Jack.

"I'm a virgin ... a fifteen-year-old virgin, who'd like to fuck you, but who doesn't like being called a ... a cocktease." She let her breath out slowly, looking him straight in his pale, pale blue eyes, relieved that her secret was out in the open.

Jack may have looked like a strong man to Tessie, but to himself he was a quivering bowl of jelly, a big, mushy marshmallow, his mind reeling and his cock pulsating inside his uniform pants, the brown baggy material concealing the fact that he had a raging hard-on. He would have said something sooner, but his mouth was too dry and his brain too stunned. He hadn't seen a virgin in years, and the possible opportunity of getting away from loose, flabby cunts, the type he'd been having lately, and getting into a nice, tight pussy, the quim of a virgin fifteen-year-old, brought him back to the present.

"You said you want to ... er, make it with me?"

"No, I said I'd like to fuck you." Tessie realized then, that when it came to sex, most men must be alike. It reduced them to where she could handle them. Taking control of their budding relationship, she continued: "Please start the bus, I've got to get home."

Jack started the bus and they rode the next two blocks in silence. He kept thinking of her and how she'd look on the back seat of his bus, her legs spread and his prick stretching her little hole wide open. She was thinking the same thing. The bus slowed and Tessie moved to the front door, turning to look at Jack.

"You think about it. You think about being the first cock inside my fifteen-year-old, unused pussy. I just bet I'll catch your bus again real soon." The bus stopped and the doors opened. Tessie stepped down the two steps and looked over her shoulder at Jack again. "You can let me know the next time I see you." Then she walked away, down the block towards her house.

"Ma, I'm home," Tessie called out, dropping her books onto the dining room table.

"It's about time! Did you eat? -- Jeee-sus, Tessie, get your books off the table. I just washed and ironed that cloth." Mrs. Matheson stood in the doorway that led in from the kitchen. She was drying her hands on the terry cloth apron tied around her waist. "Oh, and Mrs. Arlen wants you to babysit Saturday night. I told her you'd call her tomorrow."

"Where's Daddy?"

"Sleeping. And, god, don't wake him! He's in a bitch of a mood."

"Well, that's Daddy for you: sleeping, eating, or in a bitch of a mood."

"Now don't talk about your father that way, young lady." Mrs. Matheson spoke as she returned to a pile of dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen sink. "You know he works hard to support us. You don't mind spending his hardearned money filling up your closets, but --"

"I'm goin' up to my room, to do my homework," Tessie said, cutting her mother off mid-sentence, already on her way up the steps. to the top floor of their very comfortable, very elegantly decorated middle-class home.

"You've been at Jeanie's since school ended, to do homework. It is 10:30 P.M. and you haven't done it yet?" Mrs. Matheson padded in slippered feet across the thick Persian carpet after Tessie, but the girl was already at the top of the stairs.

"This is from a class I don't have with Jeanie. I'm going to bed after I finish it. Good night, Mother." Tessie entered her room and then came back out again. "Wake me up at seven in the morning ... I want to get to school early." She went back into her room, closing and locking her bedroom door behind her.

Mrs. Matheson returned to the dishes in the sink, shrugging off the rebelliousness of youth. After all, it was only normal, just like her husband needing sleep after a hard day's work.

In the dark of her bedroom, Tessie sat on the windowsill, looking out over the row of houses, all similar to the one she lived in, and she wondered what all the people behind alt those windows were doing. Smoking a cigarette, blowing the smoke out through the open window, she saw in her mind's eye children being tucked into beds, husbands and wives watching television ... couples fucking. She tried to see into the windows of the house directly across the street, but the shimmering leaves of a tree blocked her view. In the distance, Tessie saw a bus, its lights vividly yellow against the black of the night, and she wondered if it was Jack. Crushing the cigarette out on the bricks outside, just beneath the window, she smiled smugly, wondering if she had gotten him hard enough so that he had to jerk off ... during his break.

Tessie pictured Jack, sitting behind the wheel of his bus, jerking himself off. She imagined his cock to be very big, thick, and red with power. Quickly, she shut the window, pulled down the shade and closed the curtains. The room was taken over by total blackness.

She stepped forward, instinctively holding her hands out in front of her, and slowly moved towards where she knew the bed would be. She sat down and slid up on the mattress until she could feel the headboard against her back. Then, reaching behind her, Tessie groped along the shelf built into the back of the bed, and found the flashlight that she kept there. She rested the flashlight on the bed, next to her, and removed all of her clothes, dropping them quietly to the floor.

She loved to be naked. Often she would come up to her room after school, strip completely, and then do her homework, or read, or write letters, but do it all naked. The "up" feeling of such total freedom was equal to taking two of those little green pills that the guys called Dex. Now, in the darkened room, Tessie spread her legs and pinched both her nipples with urgent fingers, feeling so deliciously naughty.

Closing her eyes tightly, she concentrated on bringing back the image she had of Jack jerking off. When she pictured him just the way she wanted to see him, she relaxed her body and slumped down more comfortably into the bed, one hand continuing to pull on her erect nipples. The other hand tickled its way down her flat, smooth-skinned stomach, pausing to press into her small belly button with one finger before continuing in a path down her abdomen, coming to rest at the first touch of her soft pubic hair.

Her hand going from nipple to nipple, occasionally squeezing one breast or the other, Tessie raised the hand near her mound, letting it teasingly threaten her clitoris. She thought about Jack's hand pulling at his male meat, stroking it -- faster and faster and faster. Her hand lowered onto her mound and her fingers reached down to cup her cunt in them. She arched her body up into the hand, clenching her vaginal muscles as tight as she could to savor the impact of that first touch. Then she opened and closed the muscles, feeling the fleshy lips swell in her hand. She urged one finger into the wet hole of her box and stirred it around, scratching the inside flesh with her nail.

The picture in her mind of Jack's cock got bigger and bigger and bigger, her body arching up higher and higher and higher. Her breathing became ragged, her mouth dry, hanging agape as ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. She saw huge white drops of male come gush out of the tremendous cock, and an orgasm rolled down from inside of her and flooded her fingers. The orgasm subsided and the image of Jack's cock vanished, the darkness of the room surrounding Tessie again.

Sitting up, she turned on the light that hung from a chain over the bed. She looked down at her body, and with the sheet, wiped away the patina of perspiration that coated her. She got up and lit a cigarette, not bothering to open the window. Let her mother smell the smoke, she'd have to find out that Tessie smoked sooner or later. She already hid enough things from her parents, and it delighted Tessie to know that her mother was downstairs, probably watching television, completely unaware that her little girl was upstairs jerking off to the image of a thirty-four-year-old man's cock.

She looked down at her cunt, bending all the way over, spreading her legs wide, trying to see under her, into her slit. If the size of Jack's body was any indication to the size of his prick, Tessie knew it had to be big. She wondered if he would hurt her, if, her cunt was going to be big enough to take a man-sized organ. She wanted to see inside herself, but couldn't quite get her head down far enough.

Determined, Tessie went over to her bureau and fetched her make-up mirror. Sitting down, she angled the magnified side of the mirror face up, under her cunt. She shut off the lamp and turned on the flashlight, aiming its ray of light directly at the mirror. In the reflection she could see her cuntlips through the soft brown hairs of her pussy. The lips were dark, almost brown, and were squashed down flat against the mirror. She pushed them open with two fingers and revealed the pinker flesh inside, her clitoris protruding boldly out. The small bud was very pink, whitening at its tip from being erect. Pulling the clitoris gently upward, the fleshy cunt stretched into a slit, the lips closing as she tugged at them. Her vaginal muscles automatically contracted in pleasure and when she let go with her hand, the lips opened again, and a tiny white drop of thick discharge secreted from inside her. The droplet came to rest, looking like a tiny pearl, at the bottom of the slitted opening of her cunt. She squeezed her hole shut and then relaxed, and the drop of whiteness oozed down onto the mirror.

Tessie got up on all fours, and then lowered her cunt again over the mirror. Looking down under her body she could only see the top of her sparse bush, but looking into the mirror, the flashlight showing it off nicely, she could see her quim, wet and glistening in its reflection. Holding the flashlight steady, trying to maintain her balance in this awkward position, she opened her hole, spreading it with one hand. Opening her slim thighs wider, she supported herself on her knees. Looking inside her hole, she saw the brown flesh lighten to pink and then into a redder color further up inside. She clenched her muscles open and shut and watched as the wetness oozed slowly from inside, barely coating the outer lips of her cunt. Her fingers spread the hole further and further, elating Tessie when she found that arousal and manipulation made the tiny orifice open wider and wider. He'll fit, she thought. He'll fit!

She lowered her cunt onto the mirror and rotated her body against it, pretending that the reflection was someone else's cunt -- maybe Jeanie's. Yes, it was Jeanie's, she decided. Grinding against the mirror, more wetness slipping out of her, she turned off the .flashlight and dropped it onto the led. In the dark she grinded against the mirror, faster and faster, thinking about it being Jeanie under her, the girl squirming her opened wet cunt against her own equally wet one.

Tessie wanted to come again, but she couldn't do it this way. She turned on the lamp and got up, gathered her clothing, the mirror and the flashlight, and put them away. Then, from the shelf, she took down a little stuffed dog that someone had won for her at an amusement park. Back into bed, under the covers, the light out once again and finally out for the night, Tessie lay flat on her back. Her legs spread wide opened, her taut nipples teasing themselves against the softness of the sheet, the stuffed dog between her legs, she humped her cunt against its soft fur.

Pinching her nipples, pulling on them, teasing them, her pelvis humped madly against the toy. She imagined it to be Jeanie's cunt, her thighs raising off the bed to the fantasy. The tail of the little play dog tickled at her asshole, and the little brown opening puckered from the stimulation. Then she turned the dog around and placed its tail slightly into her cunthole, pretending now that it was Jack's cock ... Mr. Sand's cock ... Bill's cock ... anybody's cock ... her father's!

Her legs opened wide, as wide as she could spread them, her ass lifting up off the bed, her hole opening more and more, readying itself for the intrusion of a gigantic cock, spewing sperm and throbbing violently. The furry tail flitted across her clitoris and the tiny bud swelled with heat, quivering and tense. The tail moved down her slit again, teasing into her young, virgin hole, opening it, soaking up the flood that was pouring out of her.

Tessie reached her hands up to her small breasts and cupped one orb into each palm. With all her might, she squeezed her tits, her fingers hurting the firm flesh, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure. She closed her legs and held them tightly shut, the toy dog wedged between them, its tail lodged between her cuntlips. She rocked back and forth on the bed, mauling her tits, squeezing the toy viciously into her body, against her clit, its fur teasing her asshole into total arousal. Again she saw a giant cock ... Jack's maybe ... it didn't matter. She saw it pour forth white gobs of come, spurting them high into the air, down onto her belly, splattering onto her tits, into her pubic hair, dripping into her wet slit, filling her wide open cunthole, collecting in her asshole, and she arched high into the air, her hole searching for that cock, and she came, came and came.

   "Agggghhhh! Off. christ, ohhh!"

She let go of her breasts and slid both hands down between her legs. She pulled the dog away, tossed it aside, and pulled at her cunt hairs. She swirled the fleshy cuntlips in large circles, her fingertips threatening to jam all the way inside of her, and she came another time, and then another, and then another. She came for Jack, for Jeanie, for Mr. Sands, for Bill -- the orgasms rolling out now, one right after another.

"Agggghhhhh! -- Oh, mama, I'm comin'! Coming! Agghhhh!"

Then the room fell silent. Tessie sprawled exhausted on the bed, breathing rapidly, her chest heaving, her nipples melting softly into her tits, to flatten in rest. Except for her breathing, and an occasional shivering from the dying embers of her orgasms, her body stopped moving.

There was a knock on the door, and she heard her mother's voice. "You okay, baby?"

"Huh ... yeah. Why?" Tessie said, drawing the sheet up in an instinctively protective movement.

"I thought I heard you call out, dear. Something wrong?"

"No, Ma. It's all right. I had a charley horse. Must be sleeping in a bad position."

"Okay, dear. I'm going to bed now. Good night."

Tessie heard her mother shuffle down the hallway to her own bedroom, to Tessie's snoring father's side. She put the stuffed dog back on the shelf and took down her teddy bear. Cuddling it, she pulled the covers securely around her and drifted off into sleep, the worn bear clutched very tightly in her arms.



Chapter 4

Brenda Arlen checked her make-up -- and the lines in her face -- one last time in the hallway mirror. Wrapping her shawl around her shoulders, she looked at Tessie through the mirror, appraising the teenager carefully. "You seem to be ... er, filling out some, Tessie. Very nicely, I may add."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Arlen," Tessie said, giggling and blushing.

"Don't be shy about it, you'll come to regard your ... your figure as an asset one day." Brenda walked over to Tessie and put her arm maternally around the young girl's waist. "Now, are you going to be all right for so long into the night? You've never babysat so late for us."

"Oh, I'll be all right, Mrs. Arlen. I have the number where you are going to be, and Mom's only a few blocks away, and, boy, do I have plenty of homework to do ... miserable science teacher."

"Well, I do trust you. You've always been such a perfect sitter." Brenda gave Tessie a gentle hug. "If Neil comes in, tell him I just went to get my purse. I'll only be a sec."

Alone in the large room, Tessie spread her school books across the coffee table and settled down on the sofa with one of the text books. A moment later, Neil Arlen entered the house.

"Hi, she still not down yet? The car's ready."

"Hi. She's getting her purse and'll be right down."

"Studying?"

"Yeah."

"That's good."

Tessie closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, bending over so that her braless breasts swayed forward to dangle invitingly for Neil's benefit. Then she stood up, tugging at the thin-materialed tee-shirt, accenting her breasts and pert nipples even further for him, and she looked at straight into his eyes. Her tongue slowly licking her bottom lip, she smiled an I know what you're thinking! smile.

"Why's studying good, Mr. Arlen?" Tessie tittered girlishly.

Sweat breaking out on his brow, his hands shaking, a twitching inside his briefs, Neil Arlen blanched "Um ... 'cause that's how you ... learn."

"Learn what?" she teased.

"Learn what you're suppose to learn ... in school."

"Oh!" She wrinkled her nose at him, a grin widening on her face, and then looking him straight in the crotch, she added: "There's plenty of things to learn ... that you don't have to study for ... and they're not taught in school ... Mr. Arlen."

"Tessie, I don't know what you're -- " Neil was thankfully interrupted by his wife's return.

Clutching her purse, Brenda took Neil's arm and looked at Tessie. "Are you sure you're going to be all right, dear?"

"Please Mrs. Arlen, just have a good time. I promise you that you have nothing to worry about." Then, with innocent, twinkling eyes directed at Neil: "I'm old enough to handle things, really. And, like I said, I have lots of studying to do." Tessie licked her lips, emphasizing the word studying for Neil, who blanched once more, his penis rising to full erection.

Hurriedly he went out to the car, Brenda following him. Once the door was locked behind them and their car pulled out of the driveway, Tessie walked over to her books -- and put them away.

On one wall of the living room there was a bookcase, and from the top shelf, Tessie took down a movie projector. She sat it on the coffee table, facing it at one of the cream-colored walls. Then she reached into her satchel and took out the film that she had sneaked from her father's dresser drawer. She had discovered many such reels of film, and some other rather interesting pornographic material there. Tessie wondered if her mother knew about her father's little collection. Probably not.

She opened the small can of film and held the first few frames up to the light. Well, she thought, she hadn't lied to the Arlens. She was going to study tonight. She was going to study fucking. After checking on the Arlens' little boy, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead, she went into the master bedroom. From the bottom drawer of Brenda's night table, she removed the vibrator that she had found the last time she babysat, and took it with her back to the living room. Another check at the lock on the door, and she shut all the lights, using only the dim hallway light to see by. She threaded the projector and flicked it on.

Tessie removed her jeans as she watched the film, and when she had them off, she lit a cigarette and sat on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table, her thighs spread wide apart. Then she just watched the film, doing nothing more than that and smoking the rest of the cigarette. When the film had run through once, she rewound it and started it again, this time ready to get more into it ... ready to masturbate and come all over the Arlen's pretty pale blue sofa.

The film began and Tessie watched as a young girl entered a small room. In the room there was a closet, a chair, and a bed, nothing more. The girl removed her coat and then completely undressed. For a moment, she stood in the center of the room, her hands squeezing her overripe melons, nipping them, lifting them up to her mouth to suck at her own huge, round nipples. Tessie envied the well-endowed girl's ability, and settled for just caressing her own smaller breasts through her tee-shirt.

Tessie grabbed for the vibrator and placed it between her legs, pushing her cuntlips open with it. She held the vibrator there, pressing it into her clitoris, further awakening the girlflesh. When she looked back at the images flashing on the wall, she saw that the girl was in bed now, her legs drawn up and her hands between them, three fingers from each imbedded deep inside her pulpy cunt. The fingers went in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm to her finger -- fucking. Watching with wide, unbelieving eyes, Tessie began to swirl her clit with two fingers, her belly heaving in anticipation.

The scene changed and Tessie watched as a man peeked through the opened closet door, his cock out and in his hand. The man had a lecherous look on his face and he licked his lips hungrily as he jerked his long, thick, spongy organ up and down, up and down, up and down. The girl on the bed was climaxing, revealed clearly by the abandoned look on her face, the arching of her body, and the stiffening of her legs. And, obviously, this was all too much for the peeping tom hiding in the closet. He stepped out and showed himself to the orgasming female who immediately opened her legs wide and held her arms out to him. She mouthed the words: "Fuck me, fuck me" at the seedy-looking man who was climbing most willingly between her legs, prick rigid and throbbing, aiming right for her gaping hairless gash.

The doorbell rang.

On the brink of coming, Tessie didn't hear the doorbell. When she finally did, it took a few minutes for her to understand what the sound was. Then she panicked. Jesus, what if it is the Arlens she thought. No, they'd use their key. Becalm she told herself, be calm. Quickly Tessie shut off the film and donned her jeans, wetness staining the denim material. Her cunt-lips squished together as she walked to the door, and she called out, "Who's there?"

"Chris. I live downstairs."

"Oh! Just a minute." Tessie looked around the room, checking to see if there were any telltale signs of her actions, besides the obvious projector which she figured she could somehow explain away. Spotting the vibrator, she called out for him to wait again while she shoved the sex toy into her satchel.

She remembered who Chris was, although she had only seen him once. About six months ago, the Arlens had rented out their basement apartment to him and his pregnant wife.

Without taking the chain lock off, she opened the door a crack and peered out. When she was sure it was he, she opened the chain and let him in.

"Is Brenda or Neil home? I'd like to use the telephone."

"No. They're out. I'm Tessie... babysitting."

"Oh, I need to use the phone, mine's out. Actually, they shut it off yesterday. Please, it's important."

"Listen, go ahead, I'm sure it's all right. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes." Chris went into the small hallway between the kitchen and the living room and used the wall phone that hung there.

Tessie sat on the sofa and watched him, listening to his conversation. He telephoned the hospital and was asking how someone was ... and if she had it yet. When he finished the call, he returned to the living room, a disappointed look on his face.

"Thanks," he said to Tessie, barely looking at her. "My wife is in the hospital ... having a baby ... our first. Seems it's going to be a long time. I stood in the hospital for hours till they finally sent me home."

He looked worried and Tessie felt sorry for him. "That's normal. First babies always take a long time."

"Who told you that?"

"My sister ... after her first baby."

"Oh!"

"Want a cup of coffee?"

"Do you mind? I gave the hospital this number and they said they'd call as soon as there was some word. Maybe it will be soon after all."

"No, I don't mind ... glad for some company. Turn the TV on, if you want, while I make the coffee."

While Tessie busied herself in the kitchen, Chris sat down on the sofa, eyeing the projector curiously. When Tessie returned, carrying two steaming hot cups of coffee and some cookies on a tray, Chris was still sitting there looking at the projector.

"What are you watching?"

"A history film I borrowed from the school library."

"Oh! He took the coffee and sipped it, realizing he had absolutely nothing to say and wished that he'd gone back to his own apartment.

She stood in front of him, a few feet away, appraising his looks and sipping her coffee. He was good-looking, big muscled, and she judged him to be about six feet tall. His skin was very pale, a slight pink to his complexion, and his hair was a pale baby yellow, combed straight back. Tessie guessed that he was only a few years older than herself and wondered why he married so early. The quiet began to make Tessie edgy, but she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. She wondered how well he knew Brenda and Neil. Were they good friends?

"Do you want to watch TV?" she finally asked in a low, timid voice. "I don't know where the TV Guide is, so I can't tell you what's on."

"It's in the little slot behind the TV."

Tessie looked at him, trying to read something from his expression, but drew a blank. "You seem to know this house well, must be good friends of the Arlens."

"I've known Brenda for a while. Er, she used to take her car to the garage where I work. That's how I found out about the apartment downstairs. I guess we are sort of friends." A trace of a smile on his lips and a momentary glint in his eyes indicated that Brenda and he were probably better friends than he was telling. Then, looking again at the projector, he changed the subject. "Let's watch your history film."

"No!" It was Tessie's turn to give a secret away. She answered him too quickly, too shrilly.

"I'll bet it isn't a history film at all. Is it?"

A tinge of anger in her voice, she answered: "No, dammit, it isn't." And then a little fearful for her fairly steady babysitting job: "Please don't tell the Arlens. It wasn't hurting anything to watch it."

"Watch what?" Chris already figured out what kind of film it was, but he enjoyed teasing Tessie.

"Dammit ... a stag movie, you know ... dirty, dirty and all that." She walked over to the table, closer to him, and picked up her cigarettes. She lit one and then looked at him, facing whatever it was he was going to say. "So, now what are you going to do? Tell the Arlens or not?"

He smiled broadly. "Not! Let's watch your stag movie ... together."

"Together? You're waiting for a call from the hospital ... about your wife and ..."

"Look, my wife has been pregnant for a long time, and the last few months have been ... well, they actually haven't been ... sexually. And, if you were watching the film you must've wanted to get off. So, let's do that ... together."

"What about the Arlens?"

"Say something and get you fired? No. It'll be nice having a trustworthy babysitter around. I'll probably call you a lot myself now that I'm going to be needing a ... sitter."

Tessie shut the lights, crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and sat next to Chris on the sofa, very close to him. She flicked the projector on, and the film began where it left off when Tessie had hurriedly shut it.

The seedy-looking man who had been hiding in the closet was now crawling on his hands and knees. He was jerking off with rapid strokes, aiming the oversized piece of flesh at the gaping hairless slit of the girl, and she was begging him to shove it inside her.

Tessie heard Chris grunt when there was a close-up shot of the obviously orgasming quiet. The screen was filled by her giant cunt, the outer lips spread wide open and the fleshy inner lips spasming and fluttering. Each time they opened, you could clearly see the dark inner recesses of female flesh and small drops of wetness slipping downward. When the girl shoved two fingers from each hand into her pussy, pulling the puffy lips even further apart, Tessie felt Chris's hand sliding up her thighs.

Her eyes still on the screen, watching as the man touched the tip of his prick to the outer rim of that beckoning pussy, Tessie began to undress, stripping her shirt off, over her head in one easy movement. Then she opened her jeans, stood up and peeled them off. Putting one hand to her clit, masturbating it, and, the other hand on her breast, massaging one tit roughly, Tessie urged to Chris, "Get undressed. This courtship is over."

Chris, wasting no time, was undressed and crawling all over Tessie within seconds.

Tangling with him, she giggled at his excitement. "Hey, you really are eager. But, I want to watch the film. I want to watch them fuck."

He sat up and put his arm around Tessie's shoulders, pulling her closer to his naked body. His hand directed hers to his cock and they watched the film that way -- her hand holding his spongy shaft ... stroking it, squeezing it, taunting it, and his hand extending down to tease the top of her breast.

On the screen, the man had his prick buried to the balls inside of the thankful young girl. She had wrapped her legs up around his waist and was humping frantically under him, her legs serving to batter his body into hers. His ass went up and down, up and down, and his balls dangled down obscenely, a sparse growth of hair covering them. In and out, in and out, he pumped. Back and forth, urgently moving against each other, the couple fucked mindlessly.

Chris lay Tessie down on the couch and spread her legs apart. She continued to watch the film as Chris buried his head between her thighs, his tongue darting back and forth across her clitoris, his nose tickling in her silky cant hairs. Tessie moaned softly, watching the cock fucking in and out of the plump girl on the screen, feeling Chris's tongue going in and out of her own slit, driving her into the frenzied throes of orgasm. Tessie came quickly, almost out of necessity, and then started to build towards a second climax.

In the movie, the man continued to fuck the horny feline beneath him, and then the camera switched to show them from a different angle. Now, Tessie watched the couple fucking, looking down the top of the girl's body, seeing where his groin slapped against hers, his short cock hairs brushing across her smooth cuntflesh. Up and down went his body, her belly heaving under him, her tits flopping sloppily, their fat nipples pointing straight up in the air.

"Give me your cock," Tessie whispered to Chris. "In my mouth, give it to me."

Chris positioned himself on top of Tessie, in the traditional sixty-nine pose. Her mouth opened and he slipped his wide cock into it. Her jaws strained as she tried to fit him all in, her lips sliding down the meaty shaft, taking his width slowly in. She felt Chris's tongue drawing erotic wet circles around her pussy and she felt his saliva tickling her shivering flesh. Then he folded his tongue and wedged it up inside her tiny hole, opening it and fucking it, as if his tongue were a tiny prick. She opened her mouth wider, taking a deep breath, and swallowed his prick, tightening her lips around it.

"Ughh!" Chris lifted his head from Tessie's snatch, his eyes going to the film. What he saw made his balls draw up and his shaft redden and tremble inside Tessie's mouth. His pre-coital juices washed over her tongue. "Suck hard!" Chris returned to eating her out, his tongue flitting frenetically inside her pussy. He licked her everywhere; the image of the fucking couple seared into his mind.

Tessie angled her head so that she could watch the last minutes of the film and suck Chris off at the same time. She watched a closeup of the man's prick going in and out of the girl's cunt. Each time his cock sank in, her sloppy lips opened wide around him and swallowed his organ, squeezing it down deep inside of her. When he pulled out the lips opened, her flesh clinging to his thickness, sliding down with his outstrokes.

The porn film couple fucked slowly, then rapidly, then slowly again. Juices flowed copiously from the girl, bathing her cunt, glistening on the maleflesh going in and out of her and trickling down to coat her pillowy asscheeks. The man started to fuck her steadily, faster and faster, his hand guiding his prick in and out of her. She humped her body urgently, her ass lifting both of them from the bed, only to crash down onto it again. Suddenly he stiffened, his cock remaining buried in her while she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her ass denting the mattress, squirming into it. A moment later he pulled his huge cock out, his hand aiming the jumping rod at the girl.

The man was coming, his cock twitching in his hands, his scum jetting out in thick creamy blobs onto the girl's cunt and her belly, and up to splatter her watermelon tits. On the girl's face was a look of pure ecstasy and she scooped up some of his spunk in her hand, then licked it off her fingers, sucking greedily, gulping as much of it down as she could. Then she took the rest of his jism and wiped it onto her belly, shoved some into her cunt, and coated her tits with what was left of it. The film ended and a steady stream of yellow light poured toward the wall.

Tessie and Chris were oblivious to that light and to the constant hum of the emptied projector. They were buried between each other's legs, sucking and licking and swallowing for all they were worth.

"I'm going to come again," Tessie squealed, her legs going high into the air, stiffening from the heat rising within her.

"Mfff," was all Chris could muster. Then he came, filling Tessie's mouth with a full load of male nectar.

She was licking his hardness as if it were a melting ice cream cone, but when she realized that he was coming she stilled her mouth, in order to taste the first salty drops. She tried to savor them on her tongue, but he came a lot, in long steady gushes, puffing out her cheeks, and she had to swallow quickly. His come was warm in her mouth and flowed smoothly down her throat. Tessie sucked, pulling his flesh into her mouth, swallowing and then sucking for more. And she came. She came for as long as he did, her legs now flopping exhaustedly open, her pussy splayed wide for him, her cuntlips wiping across his tongue.

It was moments later, while they were resting side by side, still in the same reversed position, that the telephone's shrill ringing brought them back to reality. It took a few rings before either of them had the strength to make a move, but the fourth ring jarred Chris's memory and he bolted up and darted for the phone.

Chris returned to the living room, grabbed for his clothes and dressed hurriedly. "I'm a father. ... A girl ... ain't that something?"

Tessie started dressing, too. "That's great. Glad to be one of the first to congratulate you."

He finished dressing and looked at Tessie. "Again - sometime?"

"Well, you said you'd be needing a sitter. You can get my number from ... Brenda."

They smiled at each other, a silent agreement made between them, and then he left. His wife was waiting.



Chapter 5

Tessie sat huddled on the floor in the corner of the room, her knees drawn up in front of her and her head resting on them. Something touched her and she looked up, squinting her, eyes, trying to focus them. A pink blur whirled by. Tessie's hand clutched a paper cup and she raised it to her mouth to sip cheap wine onto her dry tongue: She remembered now. It was a party. Whose, though? Tessie couldn't remember. She sipped some more wine and it sloshed out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. Tessie didn't notice.

The party was in a large apartment, and had been going on for several days, a kind of continuous open house, with a steady pouring in and out of people. Roy had taken Tessie to the party -- where was he now, she wondered -- and she had started drinking around seven P.M. By eight P.M., she had passed out.

"Enjoy your nap?"

Tessie looked blankly at him. His thin face gradually focused and she recognized Roy. "Was I out long?"

"No, about fifteen minutes. Here, have some coke ... you'll feel better."

"Coke and wine'll make me puke."

"Not this coke." He held out a long, slender hand to her, a white powder billed in the palm of it.

Tessie peered intently at the mound, her brow wrinkling. "What's that?"

"Coke. ... You know, The Lady."

"No." She looked at his eyes. Tessie loved Roy's eyes. They were deep dark brown pools that drew her totally into his gaze. She sighed and smiled at him.

"This is gonna bring you 'round again. Here, I'll show you." Roy took a straw that had been cut down in size and placed it delicately above the powder in his hand. From the other end of the straw, he snorted up. 'a look of placid pleasure on his face. He did that twice with each nostril, then held the straw and the remaining powder out to Tessie. "You now."

Tessie followed the same procedure that Roy had, and then she looked at him, expecting further instructions. He just grinned at her. "So?" she shrugged.

"Give it a little time."

Tessie sniffled. Her nose felt cold and she rubbed it with her fingers.

"Take some deep sniffs and swallow hard," Roy said.

She did and then shook her head, feeling more awake now. "My throat feels funny." Then her mouth pouted and she looked at him again, "Yuk, that tastes horrible." She took a long sip of wine.

"You're okay now, baby." Roy got up and disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling terrific, Tessie sat on the floor and looked around. The pink blur she had seen before turned out to be a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was naked, dancing around the room, her eyes wide and expressionless. On the couch, in the center of the room, was a fat girl with long stringy blonde hair. She was being gang-banged by about six very spaced-out boys. They seemed to be going at their fucking task very seriously; the girl was getting the most fun out of it. The room reeked of marijuana, cheap wine, and vomit, but Tessie was glad that she had come.

Being at this party was Tessie's defiant finger in the air at her mother, whom she had fought with earlier in the evening. But the party was also an attempt to break from the depression she had felt lately. School was boring; Tessie managed to keep her grades up without opening a book for studying. Here it was, the third month into the term and nothing great had happened. She was still a virgin. She didn't care anymore though, figuring that sooner or later it would just happen and to the best man would go her cherry. Tessie certainly didn't do without sex, and, in fact, she had lost count of the guys she had come with -- one way or another. Gulping down more wine, Tessie pushed her thoughts away and concentrated on the naked dancing girl.

The girl was very slim, not too tall, and her skin was a baby pink, pulled taut over a slender frame. Her vacant eyes continued to stare and her blonde hair swirled around her gaunt face as she danced. At first it seemed that she had no hair on her dainty slit, but, at closer look, Tessie saw that it was a fair blonde, an almost-white pussy patch. The girl's ass was round and firm, but tiny and her breasts were only just buds. Tessie was entranced by the girl.

Without thinking much about what she was doing, Tessie stood up and went to the girl who continued to dance in a slow circle. Tessie had to step in her path to make her stop, and then she just stood still, saying nothing. Tessie dropped to her knees and looked closely at the pink pussy. Except for the faintly colored silky hairs, it looked like a baby's bottom. Tessie licked her tongue across the girl's clit and the girl shuddered. Tessie continued to lick in rapid strokes until the girl climaxed. Looking straight ahead, the drugged girl said nothing, not even after coming, and after a moment she began to dance again. Tessie watched her for a while longer and then walked into the next room, stunned. I licked pussy! she thought. I really licked pussy.

In the bedroom there were couples fucking on the floor, on the bed, and up against the wall. Mostly everyone was naked and Tessie felt conspicuous in her clothing. As she watched the couple closest to her as they fucked, she undid the buttons of her blouse and slid the cloth from her body. She dropped the blouse on the floor and then took off her jeans. Slipping out of her sandals, she was now as naked as the others around her. Tessie continued to watch the couple fuck.

A dark-haired boy whose face she couldn't see was on top of a girl who looked familiar. The girl's mouth was open and her short red hair clung to her neck as her head rolled back and forth on the carpet. She was breathing heavily, perspiration beading her milk-white tits. The boy was fucking her at a steady pace, his body hovering above hers, his back arched and straight. She was grinding her pelvis in small circles around his assaulting piston, her arms at her sides, her hands grabbing and pulling at the rug fibers. She looked like she was about to come.

I licked pussy and now I'm gonna lick tits, Tessie told herself, and she crawled along the floor to the couple. Her mouth closed around one rose-colored nipple and the redheaded girl moaned in appreciation, her eyes reflecting pure lust. Tessie sucked on one nipple, then the other. She stuck her tongue into the girl's ear, licked her neck, and then returned her attention back to those flopping tits.

The boy watched as Tessie's mouth caressed each breast and his cock stabbed deeper into the girl. A moment later he came. His eyes closed and his facial features seemed to melt with relief. The girl under him gripped him with her legs and shoved her cunt up to him, clinging to his body as it shuddered with orgasm. She came with him, her tit thrust into Tessie's mouth.

Tessie was totally turned on. She wanted to come and she looked around the room for a partner. She saw Bill, the guy she had made it with in the bathtub at Jimmy's party, and she was about to go over to him when there was a lot of screaming in the living room.

"Cops!" someone yelled and Tessie froze. A drug bust, a damn drug bust, her mind whirled. Tessie grabbed her clothing and ran like hell, not even stopping to dress.

About eight mean-looking cops ran through the rooms, some with guns drawn, but their attention was primarily on the boys and the narcotics. Tessie slipped past two policemen who were trying to hold onto a teenage boy, his hand clutching a large plastic bag of pills as he fought desperately to get away. When her path was blocked by another policeman, she stopped, one hand going to her pussy. She began to masturbate, smiling seductively at him. He looked down at her cunt and she ran past him and out of the apartment.

There were more police cars coming down the street, their sirens wailing. Lights blinked on in the surrounding buildings and Tessie ducked into the shadows, dressing while she ran, her eyes searching for a hiding place. As frightened as she was, she revelled in the thrill of the experience. It was exhilarating. The lights from the high school caught her attention; figuring that night classes must be still going on, Tessie ran across the school yard and into the building through a side door. Out of habit, she went up the stairs to the third floor bathroom.

From the bathroom window, she could see the police cars, their red lights flashing eerily, and she could hear the static of their radios. A crowd was gathering, but she was too far away to make out what was happening.

Catching her breath, Tessie slumped against the white-tiled wall, relaxing for the first time since fleeing the apartment. Still pretty high, she splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to shock away the drug-induced fuzziness she felt. In one pocket of her jeans she found some loose change, a joint, and some lint. In the other pocket was a crumpled tissue, her cigarettes, and a pack of matches.

Tessie turned the white garbage pail over and sat on it, lighting up the joint, figuring to pass the time while she waited for the coast to be clear and the cops all gone. Toking, she wondered where Roy was; if he'd got caught. He's gonna pull some time for coke ... and grass ... and all those pills. If they pick him up. She hoped he'd gotten away. The more she smoked, the more she relaxed, and the fear that she hadn't allowed herself to be conscious of before now crept up her spine. A wave of paranoia swept over her and she threw the roach into the sink and left the bathroom. Suddenly, Tessie didn't want to be alone.

Pressing the elevator button, she looked nervously up and down the long corridor. There was no one around and Tessie was frightened, very frightened. She calmed herself, rationalizing that if the lights in the classrooms were on, people had to be around. Mr. Sands teaches at night, she remembered, and his daytime class was on this floor. Maybe his night class was, too.

Peeking in through the glass window of the door, she saw him, and, as easily as fear had come, it disappeared. She watched unnoticed for a while, beginning to think of seducing her history teacher again. She hadn't had much success with him, so far. Her stoned brain and the unchanneled sexual drives of her fifteen-year-old body brought her hand to the doorknob. She entered the room, disassociated from herself, not sure of what she was going to do, and she staggered forward and leaned on Mr. Sands' desk.

"Hello!"

"My god, Tessie! What the -- "

"I was in the neighborhood? Forgot something in my desk?"

The room was filled with people, most of them older men and women who were trying to get the high school diploma denied to them in their youth. Theirs was the generation that had gone to work at an early age, quitting school after only the third or fourth grade. Some of them laughed at the sight of Tessie flopping her body in front of Mr. Sands' bewildered face, but most of them just stared in confusion.

"Tessie, you're a sight. Where've you been? My god!"

"To an orgy. We missed you."

Someone gasped and someone else laughed, but Mr. Sands only paled. Rising, he took Tessie by the shoulders and straightened her up. He led the giggling girl towards the door.

"You are crazy. Goddamn crazy," he admonished once they were out in the hallway. "Are you drunk, or hopped up?"

"Hopped up?" She laughed at him until his face reddened in embarrassment. "Christ, where'd you get that? Hopped up! I'm a little ripped, that's all." She snuggled her body up to his, and squirmed against him. "Wanna fuck," she whispered.

"My god."

"Wanna?"

"You are crazy ... out of your mind!"

Tessie tried to kiss him.

"Tessie, stop it. Stop it, stop it!"

"Come on, I wanna fuck." Tessie was taking full advantage of the fact that she could blame her wanton behavior on being stoned. Not that being stoned didn't help her courage.

"Look, here's a pass key. You go up to the infirmary and lie down. Class will be over in fifteen minutes and then I'll come and get you."

"Oh wow!"

"Not for that Tessie. I'm going to drive you home ... so you don't get into any trouble ... in your condition." Looking at her, appraising her -- condition -- he remembered her nipples thrusting through that red sweater that first day of school, and his hand trembled on her shoulder.

Tessie giggled. "Yes, in my, er ... condition, I sure need to be driven home." She giggled again and blinked her eyes. "You will drive me, won't you.

"Uh-yeah. Yes, yes. I'll drive you ... home." He went back into the classroom, but he couldn't seem to remember why.

Feeling very up, Tessie walked to the elevator and pressed the button again, listening to the car clank up through the shaft. The doors opened noisily and a short, balding man peered out.

"You been playing with the buttons?"

"Sure, now I'm gonna play with you."

She entered the elevator and the doors closed. The short, balding man looked intimidated.

"Four, please," she said, winking at him.

"There's nothin' on Four at night."

"I'm gonna be. Mr. Sands told me to go there and ... wait for him." Her hint was on purpose, to titillate the already bewildered operator.

His eyes widened and then a smile danced across his lips. "What for?"

"I don't know. He just told me to go up there, lay on a cot, and wait. Gotta listen to the teacher, you know." She slithered towards him. "But, he won't be up for about fifteen minutes, so maybe I can stay here and ... talk to you." She put her hand between his legs and searched the folds of his baggy uniform pants for his penis. "Do you mind? I hate being alone."

His penis found her, rising up under. his pants. She massaged it through the worn material until it was fully erect and pulsing with want. Her hand moved slowly to the top of his pants and then she slid it down inside of them, her fingers quickly pushing the bottom of his soiled teeshirt out of the way. She pulled the elastic band of his shorts away from his body and thrust the palm of her hand against the naked flesh of his cock.

"Oooooo!" Eyes closed and his bald head resting against the glossy brown elevator wall, his hand pushed some kind of lever on the driving mechanism and then he turned the key, locking the elevator. "You are some nutty little girl." Her hand squeezed into his fleshy organ, and he pumped his body back and forth, his prick sliding in and out of her palm.

"I just want to thank you for being so nice." She watched his face as she masturbated him, her wrist hurting under the binds of the elastic in his shorts and from his belt, but she didn't stop. She wanted him to come, to come in her hand while she watched his face.

His eyes were closed, perspiration beaded his forehead, and his pink face flushed red. He licked his lips and took air in through his open mouth, smiling, pleasure clearly visible in his expression. Then he looked pained and his brow wrinkled, his nostrils flared, and he gritted his teeth: In her hand, his cock hardened and throbbed and twitched. She squeezed her fingers around it and pulled the skin down the shaft, gripping tighter and tighter.

"Agggghhhhhhh!" He slumped against her, both hands pawing her tits, pulling open the buttons of her blouse. One button popped off and fell to the floor. "Tit, give me your tit." His mouth circled one of her nipples and he sucked it in, biting it, hurting it. "Agggghh!" Her hand filled with his sperm and it slimed through her fingers, saturating the cotton of his briefs, staining through to his baggy trousers. "Cunt!" He came some more. "Fuck!" And the last thick blob spurted out. Within seconds he was flaccid again.

Tessie withdrew her hand from his pants and massaged her sore wrist. She licked her sperm coated fingers, eyeing him to see his reaction. "Good?"

"Yeah!" He was trying to clean the puddle of sperm in his shorts by stuffing his handkerchief down inside his pants. In spite of what had just happened, he was embarrassed to unzip his fly.

"What's your name?"

"Johnny."

"Will you take me to Four, Johnny?"

His face showed appreciation. She was going to give him a chance to clean himself without embarrassing him further. As it was, it was going to be a long time before he even realized what had happened to him. The elevator reached the fourth floor just as the bells rang out through the halls. Tessie hurried to find the infirmary, to wait for Mr. Sands, leaving Johnny with only a few seconds before the elevator buzzer would be sounded from all floors.

"Tessie," Mr. Sands whispered tentatively. "Tessie, you in here?"

"Over here, on the cot."

"Where's the light?"

"There's a switch by the door, but don't turn it on."

"Why not? What are you doing?" He tried to see Tessie, but the room was totally blackened. The shades must be drawn.

"I was dozing, the light'll hurt my eyes."

"Well, I'm afraid I have to put it on. Come on, I'll drive you -- "

The light flooded the room and Mr. Sands gasped at what he saw. Tessie, lying on the cot on her back, her legs far apart, was masturbating, her fingers squishing in the folds of her quiet. She was totally naked.

"I've been waiting for you, getting ready for you to drive me ... like ya promised."

That was it. If Edwyn Sands ever had any sense of reason, any kind of control at all, it was all gone now. The tantalizing sight of the fifteen-year-old nymph displayed brazenly before him, her smooth flesh and young ripe breasts, the wet gaping pink slit leading into her tight little pussy, blinded him to anything else. The door closed behind him and the lock clicked.

Dazed, dreamlike, he moved towards her, his eyes blinking, his chest heaving, shaken and stunned by what had to be make-believe. ... Not real, he thought. Not real ... can't be ... can't be. His hands went to his belt and undid the buckle. Fantasy ... has to be a fantasy. His pants dropped to the floor. Pussy! Pink, tight pussy. He knelt between her spread thighs, naked from the waist down, except for his black socks and black shoes with one lace coming undone.

Tessie drew her legs up, tightening them around his body. His cock was pointed straight at her snatch and her arms encircled his waist to pull him down onto her. "Fuck me, now. I want you to fuck me."

"Yes. Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

"Already?"

"I'm sorry "

"Do you always come that quickly?"

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

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

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

"Why not?"

"I'm not fifteen."

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

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

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

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

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

"I can't. I won't come again. I -- "

"Jerk off ... over my face."

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

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

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

"I love it, love your cock... love it."

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

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

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

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

"Yes ... yesssssssss ... yessssssss!"

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

"Come. I want to see you come."

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

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

"Agggghhhhh!"

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

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

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

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

"Wow!" Tessie said.

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

Tessie laughed and then he did, too.

"Can we fuck sometime?" she asked.

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



Chapter 6

"You want anymore?"

"Nah!"

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

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

"Okay. Want to split a dex?"

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

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

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

"I'm tired ... up late last night."

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, and working will be better, right?" Jeanie, argued. "Or are you going to sit home and help your mother clean all day long? At least school is a free ride."

"I figured I could get a job ... doing something ... and make some money." Tessie sat back in the chair and gazed out of the window. It was a sunny day and the sky was a crisp, very clear blue. It would be more faded by the time school ended. "Just being here is a drag."

A few students entered the classroom and sat down. Jeanie cleaned off her desk and brought the garbage up to the rusting trash pail next to the teacher's desk. When she returned, Tessie was brushing her hair and flirting with three boys leering in at her from the back door. One of them stuck his tongue out at her and she licked her lips and blew him a kiss. The three youths slapped each other on the back, laughed, and yelled a lot of "yeh-heys" as they did a mock jive-walk away.

"Jesus, Tessie!" Jeanie, her hands on her hips, shook her head back and forth. "You flirt with anybody."

"Why not?" Tessie laughed. Male attention, any kind of male attention, always elated her. "That's one of the things I do best." She finished her soda, sipping it noisily through the straw, slurping up the last bit of it.

"Jeanie, are you really a virgin?"

Jeanie sat down, turning away from Tessie, towards the window. "Why?"

"You aren't, are you?"

"No."

"You really aren't?" Tessie hadn't expected that. "Who? When? Why didn't you tell me?" She was genuinely hurt; they always told each other everything. Everything!

"I was going to tell you, but I was embarrassed." She looked like she was remembering something, and then Jeanie smiled. "Besides, I knew you were cherry and you'd be jealous as hell."

"I am not."' Tessie sure was. "Who?"

"Some guy you don't know. Someone I met over the summer."

"And that's the only time?" Tessie hoped so, but she didn't believe it.

"Yes, the only time. It just happened. We were out with a lot of kids, at the beach, late at night, all very drunk. In fact, I hardly remember it or how it happened. Sometimes I'm not even sure it did, except that I did hurt for days afterwards, especially when I peed."

Tessie looked depressed again, and Jeanie felt sorry for her friend She cupped a hand under Tessie's chin and placed a gentle kiss on the pouting girl's nose. "So, that's what's bothering you. You decided you were going to do anything and everything this year, and did. Now you need to get laid, good, hard and real."

"Well; god, I'm trying. Almost made it with Jack last night"

"Jack? That gorgeous, hairy-cheated bus driver?" It was Jeanie's turn to be jealous.

"Yeah," Tessie answered rather smugly. "He stopped the bus up on that big hill. You know, the one almost near the end of the run. He stopped there, turned off all the lights, and we went to the back seat. He had a twenty-six minute break and then the bus had to go back to the garage."

"Weren't you scared to be alone with him?"

"Scared?" Tessie laughed at Jeanie who looked back at' her in awe. "I couldn't wait, I was so excited"

"But, he's so gorgeous, and big, and old"

"Thirty-four!" Tessie revealed, superiority dripping from her voice. "Do you want to hear about it?"

Of course, Jeanie wanted to hear about it, every dirty detail, and Tessie couldn't wait to tell her. The class had filled up quite a bit, so the two girls huddled their heads together, giggling while they got comfortable.

"I had told Jack that I was a virgin and that I didn't want to be. It really jolted him ... seems young cherries are turn-ons to him. So, last night -- we had planned it all -- he parks the bus and we go to the back."

"And you weren't nervous at all?"

"Well, I guess I was ... a little. But first he lights up a cigarette and passes it to me. Then he sits me down and just stands there, his crotch in front of my face, grinning down at me. He told me how pretty I was, and how he liked the nice convenient green dress I wore. You know, Jeanie, the one with the zipper down the front."

"You couldn't have made it easier for him if you had gone naked."

"I told you I was trying." Tessie went on with the story; both girls enjoying talking about sex.

"I know we talked for a while, but I can't remember what about. I kept looking at his fly, my panties getting wet. He must have known that I didn't need any more relaxing, 'cause he saw me staring directly at his crotch, watching his prick rising up and pushing his pants towards my mouth. I had to fight back this compulsion to kiss him there."

"Wow!" Jeanie said, squirming.

"He laid me down, real gentle and slow, coming down on top of me. Really, it was like in slow motion; and he undid his pants as he came towards me. I'll tell you, he really knew what he was doing. By the time he was right on top of me, he had undone his pants, taken out his cock and opened. the zipper on my dress. He did that all while laying me down ... imagine that! I felt him on top of my naked body, my dress opened to my sides. All that was between me and his cock was a pair of wet panties, and he had them down and off of me in about three seconds, his cock wedging between my thighs, shoving up tight against my slit. It felt so big and hard that my lips just squished open around it, and I got so wet that his cock must have been covered with my discharge.

"Then he started to slide his prick up and down between my pussylips and, it felt so good Oh, Jeanie, he was so big you wouldn't believe it. Honestly, and I think that frightened me a little ... a lot ... yeah, a lot. But I still wanted him to fuck me, probably more than before."

"Hurry up and tell me what happened." Jeanie was all flushed, her brown eyes glassy and wide. "Come on, before class starts and I don't get to hear it all."

"Okay. He didn't try to fuck me right away. First he licked my tits, all over them, till they were supersensitive. Then he licked me all over, down my stomach, all the way down till he was licking my pussy. I came when he did that ... and when I was coming, before I even finished, he climbs back on top of me, comes down hard and buries his cock in my nest, its head pushing at my hole. He wasn't being gentle anymore, and I didn't want him to be. I was coming and I wanted him to shove his prick inside, all the way inside until I screamed"

"And he didn't?"

"No. He was so big... Jeanie, God, so big ... and he had trouble getting into me. He pushed down and I pushed up. He got a little bit in, it hurt and I automatically pulled back from him. Then he'd come out and have to try all over again. He pushed, grunting like an animal, and I just kept coming. I don't think I stopped coming ... that fantastic body. Wow! Anyhow, he had gotten in, as far as he could go without having to jab it painfully the rest of the way. We both knew that and we stopped for a minute, to catch our breaths. He was real nice about it ... told me it was going to hurt, but then it'd feel real good, and that he was going to see to it that my first time was what it should be -- Jeanie, let me tell you, he couldn't have made it any better. Then he kissed me, tenderly, then harder and harder and harder, his tongue pushing down my throat, his chest heavy on me, crushing my tits. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I don't remember the next couple of seconds ... I started to come so much that it was like I was blanking out or something. What a trip! I don't remember anything but coming, over and over again, until my mind couldn't take anymore and it floated away. Now, that is the ultimate high ... no drug anywhere can beat that."

"So ... he broke you!" Jeanie looked confused.

A frown wiped the arousal from Tessie's face. "Nah! This little old lady comes out of nowhere -- what the hell she was doing out, at that time, beats me, but there she. is banging her umbrella against the bus door. We figured she'd go away, but she didn't and Jack had to get up. You should've heard him cursing ... I thought he wanted to kill her. Anyhow, he was going to tell her that the bus was broken down, and that she'd have to wait for the next one, or hail a cab -- hoping she'd hail a cab. But when Jack opened the door to speak to her, she got right on the bus and saw me in the back, trying to adjust my dress -- Boy, for a little old lady, she sure could yell a lot. Threatened to get Jack fired, maybe thrown in jail. But she settled for cab fare from Jack, and he hailed the cab. I made him hail one for me, too, and pay for it. I figured his break was over."

"Well, you'll still be the envy of all the girls in school if that story gets around ... virgin or no virgin. All the girls dig Jack." Jeanie decided to pass the story around and Tessie decided to let her.

Before long, the class was filled and the teacher was trying to take attendance. "Please sit down -- take your seats!" he shouted several times, finally giving up and marking everyone present. Mr. Keyes hated homeroom. After taking attendance, there was nothing to do but see that coats were hung up, the closet locked, the aisles cleared, and that everyone remained quiet until the bell rang for First Period. He saw himself as a race starter, readying the horses at the gate. He had to get the students behind the mark, one foot on the white line, ready to go at the sound of the bell.

Mr. Keyes turned away when one boy gave the finger to another, he tied his shoelace when Doris kissed Richard's ear, and he yawned when the class toughie threatened to beat the shit out of the class ass-kisser. Every day the same. At least they gave him a chance to teach during the second and forth periods ... at least he made an honest attempt.

A voice came over the loudspeaker, announcing that it was time to rise and say "The Pledge of Allegiance." Almost all of the kids rose, their hands placed over their hearts, some of then really saying the words. Tessie flirted with Joey in the nest row.

Jeanie had a thing for Joey, and since Jeanie had gone and lost her virginity before Tessie did, Tessie figured that gave her the right to try to win Joey as a boyfriend.

During the "Star Spangled Banner," when more kids sat down, Joey flirted back, and, on the way to First Period, he asked her if she'd like to stop for a coke after school. She accepted, of course, and then ran to catch up with Jeanie, to tell her.

Jeanie was thoroughly pissed, and she snubbed Tessie all the way through Fifth Period. Then the two girls met in the Third Floor Bathroom, shared another pep pill, and became good friends again, each bubbling with chatter about what some boy had said to either of them, who had passed what note to whom, and what teacher was a fuck about term papers or assigning books. By the end of Seventh Period they were plotting together, planning strategical moves on how each would try to seduce Mr. Keyes. They agreed that the slightest hint to Mr. Keyes that they were trying to make him would do him in. But they were going to do it anyhow.

When Tessie left school, she was in a very up mood, and she waited for Joey by the main gate, smiling at the yellow sun and feeling giddy about Spring finally showing itself. She spotted Joey running down the steps of the school towards her, and she felt good that he was so eager to meet her.

"Hi! Waiting long?" Joey dropped his books and bent down to pick them up, his glasses sliding down his nose as he lowered his head. He was late.

"No, just a few minutes."

"Good." He stood up and adjusted the books under his arm again. "Feel like walking?"

"Where to? I thought we were going to Nick's for a coke?"

"Oh! I never go there ... too crowded."

Nice, Tessie thought. He wants to be alone with me. "Where do you want to go, Joey?" Her voice flirted with him.

"There's a candy store about three blocks from here. They have a book rack in the back ... and then I have to go to the library. Want to come?"

"To the library?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay

Tessie handed Joey her, books and he looked at then, taking a few minutes to figure out that he was supposed to carry them for her. He wondered why, but took the books anyhow. They walked the three blocks to the candy store in silence, and, when they got there, Joey ordered two small cokes and then looked at the books while Tessie sipped her soda, alone at the counter.

On the way to the library, Joey told Tessie all about the author who wrote the book he had just bought. He told her all about the book, and all about the books that he had to find in the library. He told her all about the paper he was going to write, and about the ideas he had on the subject assigned to him. At the library, he went from shelf to shelf, pulling out books, putting them back, occasionally pausing to jot notes into a black and white notebook. Tessie sat at one of the tables, alone, watching him.

He's crazy, she thought.

When they left the library, Joey invited Tessie to his house, to see his book collection and to listen to music. Tessie figured that he had his school work done and was now ready to settle down to regular boy-girl games. She accepted the invitation and they walked the several long blocks to his apartment. He lived on the first floor of a twenty-family building.

Joey walked her through the alley next to the building, and then to the back of it, stopping under the last window.

"You stay here and wait for me," he said, looking around.

"Why? Where are you going?" Tessie was confused, and getting angry.

"My mother is home and I don't want her to know anyone is in the house. It's. a thing I do ... when I want my privacy. You'll see. Just wait here."

Tessie stood there, waiting for whatever Joey was going to do. When he left, she began to feel nervous. Maybe he really is crazy and is up to something horrible. Tessie backed herself against the brick wall. The window suddenly slid open behind her, and she jumped, a yelp escaping her lips.

"Sassh! Here ... I'll help you climb in." Joey was leaning out the window towards her, his arms extended.

"Hurry up, and be quiet!"

Tessie shrugged, handed him her pocketbook, and let him help her climb through the window and into his bedroom.

"What's this all about?" she asked, looking around the pale blue room, noting first the wall of books, then the large stereo and then the bed, covered by a brown, worn-thin spread The bed looked comfortable. "What's going on?" she whispered

"My mother is in the nest room." He clicked on the stereo and turned up the volume. "I told her that I had a lot of studying to do, and a paper to write. She thinks I'm all alone in here." He pointed to the lock on the door. "And now she won't disturb me ... us ... for at least two hours ... till dinner." He smiled, sheepishly.

Tessie giggled, flopping down on the bed, bouncing on it. Maybe. he isn't so crazy after all, she thought. "What's that playing?"

"Bowie!"

"Yuk, he makes me sick."

"You probably don't understand him."

Tessie frowned, but turned toward his books and changed the subject. "You sure read a lot."

"Of course, I read a lot. I love to read"

"Did you read all those books?" she pointed to the hundreds of books on the shelves.

"Oh!"

She looked at him, studying his features, noticing for the first time how very good looking he was. Black shiny waves of hair, thick hair, the kind of hair you want to burrow your fingers in, framed his rugged face. The glasses he wore magnified his brown eyes, eyes dark enough to make you wonder what secrets they hid. And his lips, kissing lips, soft lips, smiled sexily.

"Uh -- you want to hear a special record?" He rocked on his heels, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black pants.

"Which one's that?" Moisture collecting in her slit, she appraised the expanse of his chest, noting the black hairs there and thinking how manly he looked, with his white shirt opened that way.

"Uh-no ... I mean, is there something that you want to hear ... a particular record? I have a lot of --"

"No, nothing special. You can play whatever you want" She posed seductively on the bed, fluttering her eyelashes as she spoke.

"Oh!" His forehead wrinkled.

Tessie giggled as she watched him absorb the full meaning of her words. Repositioning herself on the bed, sitting Indian fashion in the center of it, she toyed with the top button of her white crepe dress. The dress buttoned down the front, and the way she touched at it drew Joey's attention to her breasts and how easily accessible they were. Just two buttons would bare them. Her thighs parted ... only a fraction of an inch, but enough to allow the front panels of the dress to separate, showing flesh all the way up to her crotch.

"Would you like a coke? You could hide in the closet while I open the door and --"

"No."

Strange how nervous he is, she thought. No guy was ever nervous with her before. Joey was different than all the other boys she knew. He fascinated her and she wasn't just sexually turned on, but turned on to him and what he was all about.

"You're strange."

"What the hell kind of thing is that to say?" He looked hurt, but he sounded angry.

"I didn't mean it to insult you, but you are stra -- er, I mean, different."

"How? In what way?" His head cocked to one side and his eyes squinted at her.

"You don't like crowds, you're a book nut, you sneak girls through your bedroom window, and you ... you don't ..."

"Don't what?'"

"You don't ... you know."

"No. I don't know. What?" He was thoroughly exasperated now.

"Fuck! You don't fuck." There, she said it, and, for some reason, she blushed.

His eyes widened; Joey was stunned. "Who says I don't?"

"Well, all afternoon I'm practically throwing myself at you, and you don't even bite once. Don't you like me?" She pouted, biting her bottom lip.

"Of course, I like you, stupid! -- You threw yourself at me?"

"Yeah!"

"I didn't notice." Grinning, he rocked on his heels again and sucked in his stomach, letting his chest muscles ripple impressively.

"See, I told you that you were strange. Does that mean that you want to?"

"Want to what?"

"Joeyyyyyy! Fuck! ... Do you want to?"

"Of course! Yes . ... Of course, I do."

Joey was only a few months older than Tessie and she was going to be his second lay. The first time, the most important time, he had been drunk and would never forgive himself for not remembering it. In fact, he hadn't even known it had happened until the next day, when the girl told him. This time he was going to enjoy it ... and remember it.

"You act like you don't do it too often ... or maybe you don't do it at all." The idea of being his first excited her.

"Don't be silly. I've done it lots of times, I just didn't know that you wanted to ... that's all."

Tessie unbuttoned her dress, all the way down, and drew the material of each panel to her sides, exposing her body to him. She uncrossed her legs, spreading the long limbs open so that he was able to see up to the crotch piece of her damp, sheer pink panties.

"Oh!" His hands fumbling at his shirt buttons, he started to undress, gazing steadily at that damp spot. His penis hardened painfully beneath his trousers.

"Hurry!" She watched his pants rise to make room for the growing erection, her eyes widening in astonishment when she realized the size of him. He was so much younger than Jack, how could he be as gigantic as the older man? "Hurry! Take it out, I want to see it." Tessie was very hot, very impatient.

"Yes, okay." Joey shed his clothes quickly and dropped them to the floor. He crawled on the bed, up between Tessie's thighs, then brought his weight down on her. "Yes ... yes," he assured her.

Her arms went around him, her fingers clutching at his hair, pulling his head towards hers. Their lips mashed together, and their tongues dueled. His chest rubbed against hers, flattening her tits between them, the brittle nipples scratching at him. His pelvis rested on hers, and they ground their sex together, only the flimsy panties separating his cock from her dilating hole.

He arched his body above hers and bent his head so that he could suck her tits, one nipple, then the other, then back and forth until Tessie was writhing beneath him. As he sucked, he trailed his fingers along the sides of her torso, titillating her flesh, bringing her entire body alive with desire. His fingers continued shimmering down her body, grasping tighter when he reached her thighs. His tongue darted madly at her titflesh now, driving her deeper and deeper into a sexual frenzy, while, with one hand, he slowly skimmed her panties down and cupped her hairy mound.

"Yes. Do that, please." She rolled from one asscheek to the other, aching to feel his finger touch her clit "Touch me there." She humped her cunt at him, more frantically when he didn't respond.

"Close your legs." Hs voice was raspy from excitement.

Tessie closed her legs, tensing them in anticipation. His continuous attention to her tits drove her on and on until she wanted to scream. She was really turned on. Excited! Excited for the first time, she realized. The others weren't like this ... They were nothing compared to this -- nothing. He touched her everywhere; he controlled the situation, took it right away from her. She was going to seduce him, and now here he was, breaking down her resistance. If Tessie had never wanted to lose her virginity before this, she would still be shoving her pussy at Joey now.

As soon as her legs were closed, he slid her panties down quickly and threw them to the floor. Then, taking her completely by surprise, he buried his head between her legs, his mouth engulfing her clitoris. No warning at all.

"Ohhhhh! Christ! You are good. Very good. The best ... the very best!"

Pussy! Real pussy ... up close. Joey sniffed ... and licked ... and explored the whole area with his tongue. His cheeks and chin were slimy from her discharges, but he didn't care. He had never seen a cunt up close before, had .' never touched one -- that he remembered -- and now he was licking a hairy slit and loving it.

"If you want to fuck you better hurry up. I'm gonna come."

"From this?" He honestly didn't know that girls could come that way. For a moment he felt intimidated. Tessie apparently knew much more than he did about sex. Maybe he shouldn't be fucking -- for practically his first time -- with a girl who was so experienced. He didn't want to be laughed at.

"Then come. I want you to," he said, having to go on.

"Oooo. Please don't tempt me. Stop. I want to come while you are fucking me. I want to come when you are all the way inside of me ... in my pussy."

Well, that was that. Joey climbed on top of Tessie and let his prick dangle above her cunt, pointing it straight at its mark. He looked at her, hesitated for a brief moment, then lowered himself slowly. His cockhead grazed her cuntflesh, rustling the wispy growth of hair covering it. She closed her eyes, expectancy in all her features, while, with one shaky hand, he guided his prick to the tiny opening of her slit.

Her pussylips opened to welcome him between them, and they clung to him as his penis inserted itself further inside of her. He oozed in slowly, enjoying every wet second of sensation. He met with resistance and stopped moving.

"Relax!" he coaxed.

"I am," she said. Tessie was everything but relaxed.

He slid in a little more; her innerlips now opened She was hot in there ... very hot, and, for a moment, blackness covered him as pleasure washed through his body. Then Joey lowered himself further, his hard-on twitching against her flesh more aggressively. ... More resistance!

"Tessie, relax."

"Joey ... just shove ... real hard."

He studied her face for a moment, the veins in his neck bulging from the strain of holding himself so steady and stiff above her. A thought tried to penetrate to his consciousness but his lust erased it immediately and he shoved down into her, his cock searing its path.

"Ow!" Her insides burned. The pain stung, and she clutched her vaginal muscles, squeezing him slightly out of her again.

"It hurts?" His surprise was genuine.

"Yes ... it hurts ... but go ahead ... shove hard like I said."

Joey took a deep breath and shoved down into her again, driving his cock another half inch into her pussy. She stopped him again, and more thoughts tried to surface. Sucking in one brown quivering nipple, he concentrated on fucking.

"Yes! ... Suck my tits while fucking me. ... Oh, wow, that's so good. Come on! Push!" Tessie's nails dug into his ass, forcing him to dick into her quicker. "That's it! Push ... push ... owww."

My god, she's a virgin! Tessie is a virgin! All those stories about her, at school were lies. His cock widened and hardened even more.

"I'll be careful ... I won't hurt you. I promise, Tessie. ... I promise. Just please, please don't stop me."

He arched his body up again, his shaft still deep within her, and kissed along her neck, her breasts, her cheeks, her lips, while one hand petted her gently ... calming her. She relaxed some, her stomach rising and falling gently as he, administered pleasurable stroke after pleasurable stroke to her tingling skin. And as he did all this, Joey rotated his pelvis in small circles, causing his cock to churn inside of her, opening the slit and allowing himself to slip further and further into it.

When he reached that little piece of tissue, that silly thing called virginity, he ground down quickly, full force, and pierced the damn thing away.

Tessie screamed and he covered her mouth with his, stifling the scream. Her body twisted and turned as burning pain coursed through her loins, blinding her momentarily. But when he had penetrated to depths that had never been touched before, and when he moved in and out of her, his hot male flesh massaging her tender female flesh, it began to feel good.

"Oh, Joey, that feels so nice, so very nice." The tears that had begun when he took her so brutally dried and she participated in their fucking.

Tessie's pussy was going to burn for days, her legs were going to wobble when she walked, and maybe even some guilt would nag at her, but right now Tessie had Joey's cock ... a real hot flesh-and-blood male cock ... buried in her snatch, squishing in it, scratching away the ache that she had felt there for so long. Finally, Tessie wasn't a virgin anymore. Tessie was being fucked! Being fucked by Joey who was concentrating on the tight drawing in of his cock by her pussy, on burning the moment into his mind, searing it into his memory.

"Uh-uhhh!" Nothing had ever felt this good. Tessie loved fucking. "Uhhhh!" She rocked back and forth, humped up and down, his cock filling her, stretching her, touching her womb and prodding an orgasm into bursting. "Oh Joey. ... Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! ..."

Joey looked at Tessie's face as she came. Her pleasure was clearly displayed there. Knowing that his cock, his hard, raging inferno of a cock, was making Tessie come brought him to his own breaking point, and he tried to hold back the juices bubbling in hiss balls.

She mumbled incoherently, coning, soaring higher and higher, the orgasm never peaking. A numbness overtook her and she felt nothing but the shattering orgasm. Joey's cock went in and out with rapid strokes, then his balls tightened and his cock jumped fiercely inside her pussy, his come shooting into it.

When Tessie realized that he was coming, that the sudden rush of heat she felt was his come flooding into her, she wrapped her legs lightly around him, digging her heels into his ass. She held him there, her pussy clutching his cock, squeezing it, juicing it. Another orgasm overlapped the first one, and Tessie became delirious as, one after another, orgasms flowed from her.

Each time she squeezed herself around his cock, he would spurt another thick gob of come into her, emptying his balls, draining them completely . And, like an experienced lover, he fucked her even after he came, making sure that the both of them were completely satiated, and then he rested on her, his cock finally softening.

They lay like that, huffing and puffing from their exertions, reality seeping back gradually. Then they separated, and cuddled next to each other.

"Wow!" Joey said, exhausted.

"Mmmmmm!" Tessie giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Not funny ... just good ... I feel good."

"That's good."

She giggled again, then suddenly serious, she asked: "Joey, do you like me?"

"That's a stupid thing to ask me. We just fucked, didn't we?"

Tessie started to cry. It was the aftermath of losing her virginity, and most girls cry when they lose it, but Joey didn't know that.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Don't cry."

Tessie kept crying. Joey cushioned hex against him, his protective arms tenderly holding her.

"Hey girl ... I like you ... I like you a lot."

"Really?" she sniffled "Really!"

"You want to do it again?"

They both giggled.



Chapter 7

Tessie crossed the street, zigzagging to avoid the oncoming cars. She couldn't remember a June so hot, and she tugged at her halter, un-sticking the orange jersey material from her skin, wishing that she had worn a skirt instead of the snug-fitting jeans.

Tessie found it hard to believe that her first year at Thoreau was going to end in three weeks. But when she thought about it some more, thought about the changes she had undergone, then it seemed like the first day of school was years and years in the past. And all the changes made her feel insecure, unsure of everything. She wasn't what she had been then ... a little girl ... but what was she now? A grown-up?

She wiggled through the mob that gathered in Nick's. It was like that every afternoon after school: young teenage boys and girls jamming themselves together in a smoke-filled, greasy-smelling, small area, being deafened by a much too loud jukebox, with only one goal in mind -- to hang out. If you didn't hang out, you didn't belong.

An arm slid around her waist and pulled her sideways. Then someone's lips pressed against hers. She squirmed free of whomever it was.

"Love your bra. Where's your blouse?" It was Billy and he was ogling the flesh spilling from the top of her halter. '

"Don't you think this covers enough?" she said, thrusting her tits out at him; then she continued to make her way to the back where she expected to meet Jeanie.

Nick winked at her as she passed and she blew a kiss to him. Tessie knew that he liked her, that he wanted to make it with her, but it was always too crowded for her to get close enough to seduce him, and he never attempted to seduce her. In fact, Nick, as friendly and kind to the kids as he was, never had more than a business relationship with any of them. He smiled a lot, talked a lot, but said very little, especially about himself.

"Can you send a cheeseburger to the back for me, and an order of fries?" she yelled across the counter, so that he could hear her above the din.

Nick nodded and smiled, his white straight teeth showing themselves, accenting his deep, year-round, tanned complexion. "And the coke is on me." He returned her kiss, blowing it over the tips of his fingers.

She finally reached the back of the store and found Jeanie, scrunched between the wall and the jukebox. Jeanie was stoned on something and stared straight ahead, absorbed in her own thoughts and images. She didn't even recognize her friend.

"Great! What's she on?" Tessie asked Vince, who didn't look like he really knew what was happening, either.

"Dropped a quay. Want ... while they last?" His eyelids struggled to stay open.

"No. Who wants to be a zombie?"

"You don't know what you're missing, babe."

"Yes I do. That's why I don't want any." She walked away from him, not wanting to explain that she was sick and tired of ups and downs. Except for grass, she was bored with drugs, and with beer and cheap wine.

Besides, Joey didn't take drugs. He didn't even. smoke grass, or drink. And he didn't approve of Tessie's using drugs. She wished that she was with Joey now, instead of in this crazy place. She liked being with Joey; she always felt at ease with him, and would see him every day if she could. He worked after school though, so they could only be together twice a week. They covered a lot of ground in that short time, however, fucking a full seven days' worth.

After Joey had taken her virginity, Tessie had fucked other boys, too, and some men, but none were as good as Joey was, and Tessie found herself depending more and more on him -- for a lot of things.

"Here ... you can sit here," Sandy called to her, pointing to a small space on the bench against the back wall of Nick's.

Tessie squeezed her way behind the table and sat down. Nick brought back her order and she ate, talking to Sandy between bites.

"I like your nail polish ... best shade of green I've seen yet," Tessie said, then stuffed two French fries into her mouth.

"My father says that it makes me look like I have some disease," Sandy giggled. "My mother wants to borrow it though ... to antagonize my father, I think."

"Your mother is an okay lady. I lice her."

Sandy's thinly plucked eyebrows raised. "She's a shithead... always trying to be like me ... as if to prove something. I just wonder who she's trying to prove it to."

"Hey, what are you doing this summer?" Talking about mothers made Tessie feel uncomfortable, so she changed the subject.

"I don't know, probably go to summer school. Beats working. What about you?"

Tessie shrugged. "Same I guess."

"Smart girls; like Tessie here, don't have to go to summer school. Do they?" The sarcastic voice belonged to Eleanor Stuart, Thoreau's biggest female toughie.

"Yeah. What's that supposed to mean?" Tessie answered, unintimidated by the girl she thought of as a bitch dyke. Tessie had learned fast that if you act intimidated by someone like Eleanor, all you get is your ass kicked in.

"Well, you know, all you gotta do is lick ass and you get a passing mark ... like with Mr. Sands in history." Eleanor bent over the table, bringing her face an inch from Tessie's. "Ain't that right?"

"Honey," Tessie snickered at Eleanor. "It isn't just the ass you're supposed to lick. No wonder you fail everything.

"Bitch! How'd you like me to tear your eyes out?"

         Looking the overweight girl straight in her heavily made-up eyes, Tessie asked if she could finish her cheeseburger first. Infuriated, Eleanor grabbed Tessie by the hair, yanked her head back, and banged it against the wall.

"Fight!" someone screamed, and kids bled about, making room for the after-school entertainment. "Girls ... the girls are gonna fight!" someone else shouted, and the plug was pulled on the jukebox. A hash fell over the place. There were only two things that could bring quiet to Nick's at this hour: the cops or a fight. The kids favored the fights, but the cops were also always good for a kick or two.

When Eleanor let go of her hair, Tessie regained her composure in seconds. She was frightened, hurt, and confused, and verb determined to keep that a secret from Eleanor. She stared coldly at the girl, defying her to try it again. Eleanor raised her hand, as if to strike Tessie, and Tessie stood quickly, moving the table away with a quick swing of her hip.

The table shoved into her belly only angered Eleanor more. She wasn't about to be made a fool of in front of all the kids. At least not by Tessie, the one girl she hated the most. Always with another guy ... just because she wore those fancy purple rhinestone -- studded platforms and wiggled her slim ass at every pair of balls that passed by. Eleanor slapped Tessie across the face, and, less than a second later, Tessie was over the table, grabbing Eleanor by her stringy mousey brown hair.

"Outside girls. Outside, please," Nick begged. "My store. It can't stand no more bustin' up." He flung open the heavy black steel door, hoping that the girls would listen to him.

They didn't, but Vince did, and he grabbed each girl by the back of her jeans, dragging them outside. He wasn't being nice to Nick, it was just that everyone could watch the girls wrestle better out there, and the long stretch of dirt and pebbles would give the girls more room to go at each other in.

Once outside, the two young girls circled each other, waiting for the first strike, their eyes glaring widely, both with hands on hips. The. sun beat down on them, and on the large crowd they had attracted.

"I'm gonna cream you," Eleanor threatened.

Tessie didn't answer her. She just smiled wickedly.

"Gonna wipe your ass up and down this fuck' alley."

Still Tessie didn't answer.

"You hear, sonofabitch ... you hear?"

Mocking her on purpose, Tessie laughed at Eleanor. Then: "Come on ... if you dare." She hissed the words, through clenched teeth.

Eleanor hinged at Tessie, both her hands going for Tessie's hair again, but Tessie, hands still on hips, slid gracefully out of her way.

"Come on, fat girl. Can't you move any faster than that?"

Eleanor's face turned scarlet, fire blazed in her eyes, and once more she lunged, this time falling flat on her stomach as Tessie again swerved away. But Tessie didn't taunt Eleanor anymore, knowing that you can just do that so often before it loses its effect. Instead, Tessie pounced on Eleanor's back, and, not so gracefully, sat on the girl, pinning her down.

Tessie pulled Eleanor's arms up and wrapped them behind the girl's back, while, with one hand, she grabbed long strands of her hair. She used the hair as a handle and wiped Eleanor's face from side to side on the ground.

"Eat dirt, you fuck. Just jealous 'cause you ain't got no boyfriends. Not my fault you're an ugly bastard. It's your father's ... if you got one." Tessie was not about to rely on' physical strength to save her from this skirmish. She'd rather bend Eleanor's mind all out of shape, and win that way. It was all so much easier, and so much less painful.

The crowd went wild. The boys yelped and whooped and carried on, cheering mostly for Tessie, but really not caring who won. "Let's see some tit," one of them shouted and then they all started yelling it.

The girls took the fight a little more seriously, rooting for the girl most like themselves.

"Come on, Tessie ... tear her head oft," Jeanie managed, just before she passed out.

"Kick her in the cunt," Sandy screamed as Vince slid his hand inside her blouse.

The pinned girl managed to flip herself over so that now Tessie rested precariously on Eleanor's stomach. She scrambled to get off the heaving softness beneath her, but Eleanor drew up her legs and swung to the side, tossing Tessie two feet away, to land tit-down in the gravel. Eleanor raised one leg in the air to stomp on the frailer girl, but Tessie rolled over and grabbed Eleanor's leg, sending her reeling backwards to fall on her ass.

"That's it. You're finished," Eleanor menaced, rising awkwardly.

Tessie came at her quickly, her blood-red nails like claws aiming for Eleanor's face. Eleanor managed to duck her head out of the way, but Tessie wasn't going to retreat. Instead she ripped the front of. Eleanor's blouse; every button popped off, leaving Eleanor's sagging tits to flop about.

The boys cheered, the girls giggled and Eleanor went completely crazy.

"My my, whatcha gonna be like when you're forty, my dear?" Tessie took advantage of the momentary gain to thwart Eleanor.

But all she had was that one moment. As soon as Eleanor got over the shock of being almost naked in front of everyone, she resumed her attach, more viciously than before. A flip of her wrist, and the neckpiece of Tessie's halter was undone; the halter slid down Tessie's body and rested around her waist.

Only Tessie wasn't as upset about being chestbare. She thought it was exciting. And the sun didn't bother Tessie like it apparently was bothering the heavier girl who was huffing and puffing, sweat dripping down her body. The sun made Tessie feel alive and she pointed her pert breasts to the sky, the heat arousing her nipples.

The boys whistled, the girls applauded and Tessie showed off by wiggling her hips and taking a bow. She was going to win now. No question about it. The fight was over. Eleanor just stared at her firm breasts, covering her own up with the shreds of the white blouse. The fight went on, but only for show. Eleanor, defeated, fighting her tears more than she fought Tessie, threw some weak punches, made some feeble attempts at wrestling the girl to the ground, and cursed a few quiet tames. When Tessie held her by the neck and kicked her to the ground, Eleanor meekly gave up.

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, so nice," he rasped "

"Nick! What are you doing?"

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

"Nick! Stop it."

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

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

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

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



Chapter 8

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

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

"But you let him tie you up. How'd you know he wasn't going to kill you?"
The girls had just returned from a shopping spree, and their purchases lay sprawled all over Jeanie's bed and carpet. Tessie sorted through them, separating hers from Jeanies. Not that it mattered who bought what -- both girls swapped clothing in much the same way they swapped boyfriends ... frequently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?"

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

"You still weren't scared?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow, Tessie! That's far-out."

"Hey; you look turned on."

"I am. ... Do you ... never mind."

Tessie giggled at Jeanie's hesitancy. She knew that ever since she had told Jeanie about licking that spaced-out chick's pussy, Jeanie, who had never done anything sexual with another female, wanted to do it too, but could never admit it aloud. Tessie's girl-sex experience was limited to only that little bit, the night of the ill-fated party. The same night Roy had been. ...

"Yes, Jeanie. Let's do it!"

Looking like a four-year-old finding toys under the Christmas tree and clapping her hands together, Jeanie said: "Tessie, do you mean ... er, that we could ... you know ... together?"

"Uh-huh. Jeanie, I'll lick your cunny, if you'll lick mine."

"Oh!" Reality slapped Jeanie. "I don't know how. ... what to do."

Okay, scaredy cat, I'll show you."

Tessie cleared the bed of everything but its yellow gingham spread and Jeanie. "Lie down," she told her, undressing at the same time. "Is your door locked?"

Jeanie nodded, her attention focusing fully on Tessie crawling up the bed towards her.

"We're both going to like this. We should've done it a long time ago."

Tessie lay next to Jeanie, one arm going around the girl's shoulders, drawing her closer. She kissed Jeanie timidly on the lips, and at first Jeanie stiffened, afraid to make any overt move. But then her libido took over and she pressed her lips back against Tessie's. They kissed with closed mouths until their natural instincts came through, then they kissed more passionately, each tongue exploring the hungry mouth of the other.

Their bodies came together; breast to breast, pussy to pussy, and they clung to each other, feverishly embracing. Again Tessie took the initiative and placed one hand on Jeanie's chest, excitingly feeling the small tit mound of her friend's quivering body. Again Jeanie responded. Their hands explored every inch of reachable flesh; they twisted and turned on the bed, their legs wrapping around each. other so that their cuts touched, heightening their desires.

"Lick me ... like you did that girl ... like you said you would." Jeanie pushed at Tessie's shoulders, sliding her further down on the bed. "Please, Tessie, do it."

Kneeling on the bed, Tessie's eyes scanned Jeanie's frame, excited by what was happening. She masturbated for a few moments, unable to resist touching herself. When Jeanie saw what Tessie was doing, her head went to her own slit and she jabbed two fingers inside her hole.

"Tessie, oh please ... do like you said you would."

Tessie lay back down on the bed, this time in the opposite direction from Jeanie. And ... in this Sapphic position, the girls once more holding tightly to each other, Tessie's tongue first, then Jeanie's, snaked out in anticipation of their first real Lesbian encounter.

At the first touch of Tessie's tongue, Jeanie shuddered. "We're really doing it. Tessie, we really are," she said breathlessly.

Both girls licked each other's slits, licked with all the fervent eagerness of young children delighting in a new discovery. But like women, like women of sexual maturity, they made female love to each other, bringing one another into a new world of sensuality. Female. flesh against supple female flesh, soft, downy pubic hair against the soft, moist lips of the other's opened mouth, they sixty-nined, together swimming in a flood of pleasure.

"Put your finger in me," Tessie urged Jeanie. "Fuck your finger into me ... like it was a cock:"

"You too, then," Jeanie bargained, slipping her middle finger between Tessie's cuntlips, parting them to reveal her fuckhole.

Jeanie was awed, seeing the inside of a cunt for the first time. Looking at her own gash in a mirror held no comparison for this up-close view of Tessie's pussy, and she watched her finger disappear into the stickiness of the pink gash. Then, when Tessie's finger wiggled inside her own cunt, Jeanie tingled all over, an orgasm brimming.

Tessie licked up the squirming girl's discharges the way a kitten laps up milk, and she purred as Jeanie's fingers tickled at her slimy entrance. She too was about to come.

As Jeanie peaked, low, guttural sounds being emitted from deep inside her throat, she continued to play with Tessie's mound, fascinated by the protrusion between Tessie's cuntlips. She pressed down on the excited bud. It whitened from the pressure of her thumb, springing back red and alive when she released it. Her orgasm became more intense and she jabbed three fingers deep into Tessie's wiggling quiet.

"Ugnnnn!" Tessie felt as if an electric current seared her cuntflesh. With Jeanie's fingers pummeling in and out of her hole, while watching her own fingers dipping rapidly around in Jeanie's orgasming boa, Tessie also began to come, hot flowing liquids seeping down from somewhere inside her belly. "Ugnnnn!"

Both girls licked and fingered each other to total orgasm, forgetting that they were novices at girl-lapping. They moved to the rhythms of natural sexual desires, seeking to be satisfied, seeking to satisfy. Lick ... lap ... slurp ... fingers in and out, cants wiggling, asses pumping, breasts crushing against warm female curves. Coming and licking, over and over again.

Exhausted, but laughing giddily, they finally sat up and held each other lovingly, stall stinking each other's bodies.

"You have a big clit -- you know that? Jeanie said "It's lie a tiny baby penis."

"I guess there are sizes to clitorises, like there are with pricks." Tessie looked at her pussy, smiling at the possibility that maybe she was well-endowed down there. "Want to compare? ... Boys do that, I heard, so why can't we girls? Come on, let's see what you got."

Jeanie sat on the side of the .bed, her legs touching the floor. She spread her thighs wide and, with her hand, pulled open her cunt, presenting Tessie with a raunchy treat. "Come on and look... real close."

Kneeling on her hands and knees before Jeanie's very wet snatch, Tessie examined the vermilion slit; poking and prodding at it, evaluating it. "You've got a good-sized clitty, nothing to worry about."

"Gee thanks, as if I was worried. Ain't had no trouble about it yet. But ... you better check again ... just to make sure that you're right ... . And check to see if I'm big enough inside -- to take a grown man's prick."

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't oblige ya?" Tessie gently parted Jeanie's slit, diddling her fingers about, turning Jeanie on again. "Stop wiggling so I can see inside."

Jeanie lifted her small ass off the bed, pushing her cunt closer to Tessie, and Tessie began to masturbate her. Jeanie lay the rest of her body back down onto the bed, getting more comfortable, hoping that Tessie would bring her off again. She didn't even try to reach for Tessie, to return the sexual favors, she just wanted to come again. Tessie seemed more than willing to comply with her wishes.

Searching the floor around her, Tessie spotted her pocketbook and grabbed at it. Inside was a hairbrush, and Tessie took it out, casting the pocketbook away again. Continuing to masturbate Jeanie, she inserted the handle of the brush inside her own cunt and oozed down onto it, fucking it into herself.

"Oh Tessie, I could come again. Let me ... I'll do you again, later. I promise."

"Go ahead, Jeanie. I want to watch you come. Don't worry about me, I'm having a ball. Go ahead."

Jeanie rotated her hips under Tessie's fingers. The bedspread beneath her, bunching up from her movements, wrinkling into the crack of her ass, further titillated her, and she felt her cunt spasm It was waiting for some sort of penetration, and she wished that there was a cock shoved in there. Jeanie so desperately wanted to be fucked now.

Tessie twisted the brush inside herself, her hand blurring as she felt another orgasm about to happen. She watched Jeanie's hole wink open and closed, little drops of juice trickling out of it, oiling the crack of her ass, making it all shiny and inviting. One hand masturbating Jeanie, one hand on the brush, she brought them both to a new plane of arousal. Her finger slid from Jeanie's clitoris, following the wet path of her flowing discharge, and came to rest at the tiny asshole. As her orgasm burst, coating the white plastic hairbrush, a substitute prick, Tessie shoved her middle finger into Jeanie's ass, penetrating the virgin hole and piercing it open.

"Ohhhh. Christ!" Jeanie's eyes opened wide and the ceiling seemed to come closer. "What are you... oh, wow... ohhhhhh.

When Tessie realized what she had done, and how much Jeanie obviously enjoyed it, she shattered in orgasm. Then as the orgasm subsided, leaving her with the tingling sensations of post-orgasm, Tessie shoved the handle of the hairbrush into Jeanie's twat.

"Ahhhhh! Oh, oh, oh, oh ... Tessie, what -- Agggggggg!" Jeanie, with Tessie's finger buried in her ass, the brush filling her cunthole, convulsed madly on the bed, seized by uncontainable tremors as she came.

Somehow, driven on by sexual madness, Tessie managed to get back onto the bed. She placed her hairy slit over Jeanie's mouth and lowered her pussy onto Jeanie's lips, still fucking Jeanie with the brush, still slipping her finger in and out of the tiny asshole. And when Jeanie's mouth sucked in her lovebud, biting it erotically, Tessie licked rapidly at Jeanie's clitoris, driving the already crazed girl further into her delirium. Tessie came so hard she thought she was going to burst wide open down there, the last orgasm burning out of her almost painfully.

At the end of their lascivious amusements, both girls promised that this would not be the last time they'd indulge in Lesbian lovemaking. Once being truly never enough.



Chapter 9

"You're very quiet tonight. Something wrong?"

Since leaving the movie theater, Joey and Tessie had walked, side by side, in silence. It was a hot night, and Joey's pale yellow knit shirt clung to his back. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to unstick the shirt from his skin. Tessie's quietness made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Did I say something to upset you?"

Looking at the ground as she walked, Tessie shook her head to indicate that he hadn't. Tears brimmed in her eyes and she didn't want him to see them.

"Tessie, please talk to me. You're making me feel terrible."

She looked at him then, tears trickling down her cheeks. "It was the movie: it made me sad."

"The movie made you sad?" he asked incredulously. "I didn't know you found time to watch any of it, what with all that we were doing."

Tessie laughed, appreciating his attempt to make her feel better. "I guess that was a silly answer. I'm just depressed, I guess. Nothing big deal though."

They walked a while longer, silence between them again. Tessie didn't say anything else and Joey felt awkward, not knowing how to handle the situation. He liked her, liked her more than he wanted to, and he felt bad that she was upset.

"Tessie, why don't you talk about what's bothering you? Maybe I could help." He put his arm around her, drawing her closer to him and hugging her affectionately. "I'd like to help."

"Why? It has nothing to do with you." For some reason, Tessie said the words defiantly. Immediately feeling sorry, she added: "I don't want to burden you with my problems. ... Besides, I'm not even sure I know what the problems are."

Slightly annoyed by how she had spoken to him, Joey dropped his arm from around Tessie's shoulders. "It isn't a burden. ... We have been going out for a long time now." And, adding sarcasm to sarcasm: "You'd think you'd trust me by now."

"Joey! It has nothing to do with trusting. If you want to know, I'm just concerned about ... about ... well, about a lot of things. They'll puzzle themselves out eventually."

They walked past an all night diner, and, seeing that it wasn't too crowded, Joey asked Tessie if she'd like to have something to eat. Always eager for a midnight snack, Tessie agreed and they entered the diner and found an empty table, all the way in the back, against the wall. Tessie always picked the most remote table she could find and this night was no different.

After the waitress took their orders, pancakes for her, cheeseburger for him, they looked across the table at each other, each pair of eyes seeking a clue as to how the other felt. When their eyes met, they both smiled. Joey looked away, embarrassed by his show of affection, and Tessie giggled, glad for it.

"I'm sorry, Joey. I didn't mean to snap at you. I really would like to talk to someone ... to you." Her eyelashes fluttered.

"I'm still listening." Joey poured ketchup on the cheeseburger in front of him, then salted it and placed the pickle directly in the middle of the burger., "Talk to me now, there's no one close enough to hear anything."

Tessie stopped forking the heavily syruped blueberry pancakes into her mouth and took a swill of hot coffee. It burned down her throat but she took another sip anyhow. Then, sighing, she sat straight back against the red plastic seat, and fumbled in her bag for a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, inhaling deeply, she was ready to tell Joey what had been bothering her.

She told him all about how she wanted to lose her virginity and how she had plotted to do so. She told him about Mr. Sands, about Nick, and about Jeanie. And she told him that now she was all confused, not sure what sex was really all about, or what she wanted from it. She admitted to liking it, liking it very much, that she was bothered that maybe she even liked it too much.

All the while she spoke, Joey stared wide-eyed at her, amazed by every detail, hardly noticing that he had eaten his entire cheeseburger and two pickles. out of the bowl on the table. He had had no idea that Tessie was so promiscuous. He was stunned and he was hurt.

"Jesus, Tessie! Was I part of your fucking plot? Do I get a prize for being the lucky bastard who split your cunt?"

Tessie jerked her head in astonishment. She didn't understand why Joey was angry. Why should he be angry? Who she fucked around with shouldn't bother him, and besides, he should feel good about being the one to have gotten her cherry. Only one guy in the whole world could get the damn thing. It was a prize of a sort.

He shoved his plate out of his way and put his coke in its place: "So what's your problem? Don't know who to fuck next?" He sipped the coke up through the straw, angrily drinking down the sickly sweet soda, trying to fill his belly with something else besides pain.

"Joey, what the hell are you mad at? I really don't understand." Tessie felt like she was about to cry again.

He looked at Tessie, his eyes squinting, concentrating on her. She looked helpless, frightened even. His anger left him and he wanted to hold her again, he wanted to kiss her. Joey called the waitress to bring the check, and he put a tip on the table.

"Come on, we'll take a walk, and we'll talk.

I'm not really mad, I just wasn't prepared for what you told me. It just isn't what I expected."

Joey paid the bill and they left. Walking down a side street, he took her hand and squeezed it tightly, glad that the night was dark and she couldn't see his face ... or he see hers.

"Tessie it hurt me to hear about all those guys. I ... I thought that I was the only one that you did it with. I guess that was foolish. I just took it for granted. There really isn't any reason for you not to ... er, not to go with other guys, or play around with Jeanie."

She tried to look at him, but it really was too dark to make out his features. "Joey, don't you fuck other girls? She was afraid he'd say no, more afraid he'd say yes. She tried to shut her ears, grimacing her face up in the attempt.

"Well, yeah! But not half as much as you ... as you fuck around. Christ, Tessie, I don't think anyone does." At least he hoped not. He'd hate to have been missing out on something good.

"Well, maybe I like it more than most. Is that so terrible? Is it, Joey? I really want to ... really need to know."

He thought about it a moment. He wanted to tell her that it was, that she was wrong, that she should stop, but he couldn't find a logical reason to give her. He had to face the fact that his reaction was just pure jealousy, that he really cared more for Tessie than he had allowed himself to believe.

"No," he unhappy conceded. "It isn't terrible at all. It is very normal and very healthy ... for your head and for your body. I'm sorry that I said what I said." He dosed his eyes and took a deep breath, screwing up his courage to say just one more thing. For him, these were the hardest words of all. "I like you, Tessie, very much, and I'm jealous of all those others. What you've done isn't wrong, but I ... I don't like sharing you."

They turned down another side street, still. holding hands. The night had grown slightly cooler, and occasionally they'd see a cluster of stars, twinkling faintly against the blue-black sky.

"I like it best with you, Joey. With you it's different. I never think of you the way I think of the other guys. With you I feel relaxed, like it isn't just fucking, but something else."

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

"Oh."

"I feel something good with you." She thought about it another moment. "I think it is because I like you and I don't necessarily like the others."

"Did you like me when you got me to take your virginity?"

Tessie laughed ironically, and shook her head "That's the funniest part about it all. You are the only person I didn't figure on. I didn't even think of you as having a cock when I first went to your place that day."

"Thanks."

"Oh come on," she soothed the ego she had offended. "Honestly, all I meant was that I liked being with you, 'cause you were nice, and different -- right from the start. Besides, you didn't even think of sex, if you remember. I had to throw myself at you."

"Well, I'm the type you gotta hit on the head, I guess." He squeezed Tessie's hand again, feeling even closer to her now.

"Joey, I'm glad it was you. I'm glad you were my first, 'cause no matter how much time goes by, I'll always remember the first time with you and how nice you made it."

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.

"Do you really not want me to... do it, with anyone else?"

"I'd like it if you wouldn't, but I don't know if I'd make such a promise."

"Maybe I won't then, I gotta think about it some more."

"Me too."

He stopped walking and took her by the hand, bringing her up against his body. Joey's arms went around her waist, and he kissed her, softly, fondly on the lips. And a moment later he was thrusting his tongue passionately into her mouth, suddenly very much aroused.

Tessie parted her lips and hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth, then licked at it with her own eager tongue. She slithered her body along his; his cockhead nestled between her legs. Tessie's panties slipped between her cuntlips and nudged her clitoris awake.

"Joey," she whispered, "I like you very much. With you it is very special. You've taught me that sex isn't what I thought it was. ... It is really so much more. ... It's -- "

He kissed her again, his hand sliding up to cup her breast through the lightweight summer shift she wore. He felt for her nipple and, finding it, crushed the palm of his hand against it.

"It's more, Tessie, because we are ... you and me. We mean something to each other. Tessie, I ... I have a lot of plans, plans that I want to carry out, and ..."

"Joey, we are fifteen years old, and we both have plans. Let's just ride it out. Okay?"

"Okay."

They looked at one another, each staring deeply into the other's mind, each wondering, each confused. Their hands held tightly for a moment, and then they kissed again. This time Joey caressed both of Tessie's breasts, melting the flesh concealed beneath the dress.

"You want to go up to the roof?" Joey indicated the building behind him.
"Mmmmmm."

The door of the apartment house was unlocked, so they opened it and climbed the six stories to the roof of the building.

It was dark and spooky on the roof, and cool summer breezes stirred sooty dust all about. But the young couple didn't notice all that as they embraced, leaning against the brick-enclosed skylight.

Joey's hands groped at Tessie's dress, lifting it up over her thighs and bunching it together around her waist. His right hand undid the zipper of his jeans, and he pulled free his penis, hard and ready to fuck into Tessie's creaming cunt. As he freed his hard-on, his left hand tugged at Tessie's panties, pulling them away from her body so that he could finger her pussy.

"Oh, nice," she breathed into his ear, and then licked her tongue around the sensitive earlobe. "Mmmmmm!"

His fingers found her moist slit, and he slipped one finger inside of it, as far as it would go. Tessie spread her thighs and squatted down onto the finger, rotating her pelvis at the same time. Her cunthole dilated, making room for the two more fingers he tickled up inside her. As he masturbated Tessie, Joey's cock throbbed against her belly, searching for the warmth of her body. Wetness coating his fingers, Joey was hotter than ever tonight, and he took his prick in hand and aimed it between her pussylips, bending awkwardly to maneuver the hot pole into her.

She stiffened her back and stood on tiptoes, trying to help Joey's cock get into her, and, between the two of them, they conquered the uncomfortable, strange position. His cock stabbed up into the hot entranceway, his thickness stretching her cunt walls open, and he was buried up to the balls inside Tessie's cunt.

"Aggghhhh!" Tessie drew in sharply, her breath catching in her throat as he fucked into her. "Oh, Joey, I like it. It feels so very good."

He pumped up into her, slid slowly down, and then pumped up into her again. On the down strokes, his prick shaft stroked along her clitoris, making the love button quiver with arousal and anticipation. On the in strokes his prick pressed the bud down, making it grow harder. She felt his balls slapping against her and she reached down to cup them in her hand, kneading them gently, squeezing them erotically. His cock grew harder, longer it seemed, and he filled her cunt with his heat.

"Oh, Joey ... I'm going to come. Come with me, come inside me." She wiggled her pussy on his prick, her cunt massaging the pulsating rod within her, her ass scraping against the brick wall as she leaned against it. "Oh, oh. ... nice ... it is ... ooohhhhhHHHHI"

When she began to come, Tessie's body went limp and she slumped against Joey, almost pushing him away from her. He held the wall with one hand, Tessie with the other, and he savagely pierced his cock in and out of her. Her juices coated his organ, making it slide more easily in and out, as he pistoned up and down faster now: Her orgasm induced his, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he came, both tongue and cock moving deeply into her, as if to meet somewhere inside of Tessie.

Tessie's orgasm started to subside, her hips slowing their movements, but when she felt Joey's sperm sear into her, filling her pussy with its stickiness, she fucked him back again. He's coming, coming inside my pussy, she thought, and the idea of his spunk jetting into her brought about still another orgasm.

Her come poured down onto his cock, coated it and oozed along its length. His come squirted up to her, filled her and then joined with all the other hot liquids bubbling inside of Tessie's gripping quim. Thick blobs of fuck juice leaked out of her spasming pussy, puddling between their bodies, both of them becoming smeared with the raunchy sex.

When their passions quieted, Tessie and Joey cleaned up the pools of come, using Joey's handkerchief, and readjusted their clothing. Afterwards, the young teenage couple stood at the edge of the roof, picking out familiar places as they spotted them, counting stars, and talking about everything, from what had happened in school that day to what they wanted to be when they grew up.

"That's my building over there," pointed Joey, remembering the English textbook opened on his desk, waiting to be studied.

"That's where I catch the bus to home," Tessie indicated, remembering Jack and wondering if she'd get his bus tonight.

"Maybe. we'd better be getting home," Joey suggested

"Yes, my mother is going to be really pissed. What time is it?"

"I don't know," Joey shrugged. "Probably close to morning."

Their bodies moved together again, and seconds later they were lying on the dirty, tarred ground of the roof, humping against each other, tearing at each other's clothing.

Once more, she thought.

Just one more time, he thought.

They fucked again ... and again ... and. ...



The End
