Asiaticus
10-06-2016, 07:48 PM
Chloe's Initiation
WRITTEN BY: BJ Cortland
Tony, a thirty year old bachelor, has watched Chloe from across the hall develop from a gangly eleven year old when she and her mother moved in four years ago to a very attractive teen on the verge of womanhood. What he doesn't know is that her curiousity about sex has reached it's limits, and she has her sights set on him to be her teacher.
Chapter 1
Tony placed his key in the slot and unlocked the main door of the apartment building he had called home for the past five years. He checked his mailbox and pulled out the usual assortment of bills and junk mail. Doing a quick sort, he deposited the junk mail into a recycling bin next to the mailboxes and shuffled through the remaining mail on his way over to the elevator.
The elevator doors opened as he crossed the lobby and a pretty young girl stepped out. Chloe from across the hall. Her long brown hair shone and her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, holding the doors open.
"Hi, Tony!" she said as he approached.
She was fifteen, with a set of tits that he was sure swelled a little more each day. He silently chided himself for thinking that way about his neighbor’s kid. But the truth was, she wasn’t really a kid anymore and was very quickly becoming a beautiful young woman. They had moved in about a year after he had. Her father had run off when she was only a baby, leaving her mother, Catherine, to raise her alone. Catherine worked nights and Tony, who had taken an instant liking to the precocious eleven year old, volunteered to look after Chloe while she was at work. He was a freelance writer so his schedule was somewhat flexible. Besides, she was a great kid; very smart and she somehow seemed impressed that he was a writer. That all stopped when she turned fourteen and was old enough to look after herself. But they remained close and he almost thought of her as a niece, or at least a close friend.
Catherine was also quite a looker. She was thirty-five, only five years older than he was, but looked much younger. She had the same green eyes and long, wavy hair as her daughter and a very pretty oval shaped face with high cheekbones and thick, pouty lips. He often lay awake at night masturbating and imagining those luscious lips engulfing his cock. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that she only thought of him as a friend and neighbor.
‘Oh, well,’ he’d thought to himself. ‘Plenty of other pretty women out there. And they don’t live right across the hall.’ That could complicate things. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t seem attracted to him.
Realizing he hadn’t yet greeted Chloe, he returned her smile. "Hi, Chloe. Thanks."
She gave him a quick salute, still grinning. "No problem!" She turned to go and Tony found his eyes drifting involuntarily to her cute ass inside her tight jeans. Suddenly, she stopped and turned, causing him to quickly avert his eyes.
"Oh, I meant to ask . . . are you going to be home tonight?" She didn’t appear to notice his roving eyes. He paused, taken by surprise at her question. It wasn’t like she never came to visit, but lately she hadn’t been over as much. Teenagers had much more important things to do with their time than sit around with their thirty year old neighbors, he had assumed.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," he replied, looking up at her from his mail. "Why?"
"Would it be ok if I came over . . . say around seven? I have an essay due next week and I could use some professional help." She flashed him a broad smile.
He nodded. "Sure, come on over."
"Great!" she said as the doors began to close. "See you later!" She turned and he got one more brief glimpse of her ass before the doors slid shut.
‘Tony,’ he told himself, ‘you behave yourself!’ He chuckled as the elevator stopped at the fifth floor and he walked down the hall to his apartment, the image of the pretty teenager still fresh in his mind.
Chapter 2
The dishes were drying on the rack and Tony was flopped on the couch watching some mindless sitcom on TV. He’d finished his column for the paper before supper and had e-mailed it off. He should be working, though. Like most writers, he had a book partially written and it wasn’t going to finish itself. He glanced at his watch. Six-thirty. Chloe would be here soon, anyway. No point in working on it now.
He was somewhat troubled by the impure thoughts he had been having ever since he spoke to her earlier. She was only fifteen, for gods sake! A kid! He flipped through the channels, hoping to find something that would take his mind off of her. He finally settled on a documentary about World War II on the History Channel. He was still watching it half an hour later when there was a quick knock at the door and Chloe came in, closing the door behind her. She went over to the kitchen counter and dropped a few books onto it.
"Hey, there. Mind if I borrow a Coke?" she asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.
"Help yourself," he replied, turning off the TV. He got up and went into the kitchen, where her cute little ass was sticking out of the refrigerator. "Find one?" he asked, playfully slapping her butt.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, straightening up with a can of Coke in her small hand and a bemused look on her face. "I was just seeing if you had anything to eat! I got the munchies!"
He opened a cupboard and tossed her a big bag of chips, which she managed to catch against her perky tits. "Will those do?" he asked and reached around her to get a beer from the fridge for himself.
"Uh-huh," she replied, opening the bag and stuffing some into her mouth. "Thanks," she mumbled as she made her way into the living room. She dropped to the couch and turned on the TV. "The History Channel again!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Man, you need to join the modern world!"
He sat down next to her and grabbed a handful of chips. "Those who don’t remember the past are doomed to repeat it," he said. She arched an eyebrow in a way that he thought made her appear much older and he added, "or something like that. I’m paraphrasing."
She munched on some chips and turned back to the TV, flipping through the channels.
"Whatever," she said absently, as only a teenager can do. She stopped on the Fashion Channel, where a scantily clad model was showing off the latest swim wear.
"I’d love to have one of those," she said. The white thong bikini was so small it left very little to the imagination.
"Very nice," he commented. "But I think your Mom may object."
She shrugged, then turned to him. "But don’t you think I’d look good in one?"
Uh-oh. A picture of the young girl next to him in a skimpy bikini suddenly filled his mind. She would look good in one. She really would. She may be only fifteen, but she was developed to the point where she could pass for seventeen or eighteen, or even older with the right makeup.
"Well?" she asked, a note of impatience in her voice. He realized that he had been staring at her.
"Well what?" he asked, trying to bring himself back into focus. He turned back to the TV and watched another too-skinny model strutting along the runway.
"Don’t you think I’d look good in a thong bikini?"
He sighed. There was really no right answer. "Sure, I guess," he finally replied, still staring at the TV.
"Really?" She was watching him closely.
He turned to her, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I said yes, didn’t I?"
"Ok, ok," she said sullenly, turning back to the TV. "I was just asking."
They sat in silence for a moment or two, absently staring at the images on the TV, until Chloe said quietly, "Have you had many girlfriends?"
He shrugged, wondering where she was going with this line of questioning. "A few, I guess. Why do you ask?" Was she trying to set him up with her mother?
She leaned back and took a sip of her Coke before answering. "We’ve been learning about sex at school. I was just wondering what it was like." She continued to stare at the TV, not looking in his direction.
He stared at her. "What do you mean, ‘what it’s really like’? Isn’t that what they teach you?"
She placed the nearly empty bag of chips on the coffee table. "Well, yeah, sort of. I mean, they tell us how it’s done . . . how babies are made." She glanced over at him. "But it’s all so . . . boring." She scrunched up her face. "And even a little gross."
Tony chuckled, remembering the clinical films and texts from his own sex ed class. He supposed it probably hadn’t changed that much over the years. "Yeah, I guess they can make it seem pretty boring." He found it difficult to meet her eyes.
"So it’s not really like that?"
He squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, yes and no. It’s . . ." He stopped, eyeing her suspiciously. "Shouldn’t you be asking your mother about this?"
A look of horror came over her face. "Are you kidding!? I could never ask Mom about sex! She’d think I was planning to screw every boy at school and I’d never be allowed out of my room!"
He gave a short laugh. "I don’t think she’d be that bad!" He paused, his mood growing more serious. "But she has good reason to worry. You are becoming a very beautiful young woman. The guys are soon going to be chasing after you relentlessly."
She looked at him, her green eyes sparkling and a smile forming on her lips. "You think I’m beautiful?" Her face blushed slightly and she looked so cute. So innocent. Oh, shit.
Realizing he was cornered, he knew he had to say something. "Well, of course. You must hear that all the time." He looked back at the TV, pretending to find the shampoo commercial interesting. She didn’t reply, but turned back to the TV. The commercials ended and more models prowled the runway in haute couture fashion. Weird shit. ‘Guess I just don’t get high fashion,’ he thought, trying to get his mind off the sexy teen sitting beside him. It wasn’t working.
Suddenly, Chloe picked up the remote, turned the TV off, and stood up in front of him. Her jeans were tight enough that her graceful curves were well defined and her t-shirt was the type that showed off a portion of her bare naval. His eyes moved up to her face, not failing to notice the tiny bumps of her hard nipples under her t-shirt.
"You really think I’m beautiful?" she asked in a timid voice, taking his hand. Tony swallowed, unable to think of anything appropriate to say. The truth was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the appropriate thing right now. She raised his hand to her breast and pressed it to the soft flesh, all the while chewing nervously on her lower lip. "Do you think I’m sexy, too?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Tony suddenly realized what was happening. His expression changed and he quickly pulled his hand from the soft, pliable flesh of her young breast. "Chloe! No, no! Absolutely not!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Whatever made you think I’d do that!?"
She moved a little closer. He could sense her trepidation, but she didn’t back down. "I’ve noticed how you look at me when you think I’m not looking." He swallowed hard and felt his face getting warmer. "And it’s ok. I don’t mind." She managed a nervous smile. "Actually, I kind of like it."
"It’s wrong," he muttered, shaking his head and staring down at his clenched hands.
Her hands were moving over her torso and across her curved hips. "Why? Why is it so wrong?" she asked. "You do think I’m sexy, don’t you?"
"Yes! No! I mean . . . aw, hell!" He took a deep breath and looked up at her. "Chloe, you’re only fifteen."
"I’ll be sixteen next month," she replied defiantly, her hands still caressing her firm young body. She certainly wasn’t making this easy!
He ignored that comment. "You’re fifteen. And I’m thirty. That’s why."
She took another step closer and moved one of her long, slender legs between his knees. "So what? I find you very attractive. You don’t even look thirty." She was moving her leg seductively against his inner thigh and her teenaged pussy was only inches from his face, leaving him at a loss for words. "And I did some checking. The age of consent here is fourteen, so I’m not jailbait."
He pushed her back, stood up, and quickly walked over to the kitchen, afraid that she might notice his hardening cock if she got any closer. He leaned against the counter that divided the two rooms and looked over at her, willing his cock to go down. It wasn’t working. Just the opposite, in fact. She stood where he had left her, looking very cute, very sexy, and still very young and innocent, dammit!
"Look, Chloe, you’re very beautiful and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. But legal or not, it would just be wrong!"
She sighed and slowly walked over until she stood at the opposite side of the counter, facing him over it. "Tony, I’ve decided that I’m ready and that I’m going to have sex. Soon." She paused for effect, searching his eyes, then continued. "I could easily find a boy at school or in the neighborhood, but he would be as inexperienced as I am. I’d rather do it with someone I know and trust. I’ve heard you telling Mom that you’ve had a vasectomy, so I can’t get pregnant. And we wouldn’t have to worry about diseases. I know how careful you are." He silently cursed himself for admitting to her once that he always used a condom unless both he and his partner had been recently tested, trying to impress upon the budding teen the importance of safe sex. It was becoming obvious that she had been giving this some serious thought.
He stared back into her hypnotizing green eyes. She made a good point. Oh, shit! Now he was starting to think with the wrong head! He sighed and looked down at the counter for a long moment before looking back up at her.
"If, and I do mean ‘if’, I agree to this, you have to promise to tell no one. And I mean no one. Not your friends; not in chat-rooms; no one! Understand?"
She nodded, a smile forming on her lips as she felt him giving in. "I promise, Tony," she said softly, placing her small hand over his. He studied her face until he was satisfied she was telling the truth, then let out a long breath.
"If I say yes, when would you want to do it?"
Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. "Right now. Tonight. My Mom’s away until Sunday." Tony remembered Catherine mentioning that earlier in the week. She had asked him to keep an eye on Chloe while she was away. Today was Friday.
"I see," he replied, feeling his cock twitch. "And what exactly did you want me to teach you?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "I want you to teach me how to . . . have sex," she said with a shrug.
"Yes, but what kind of sex?"
This caught her off-guard. "There are different kinds?"
He nodded. His cock was now straining at his jeans and he was glad he had the counter to hide behind. "There are many different ways to have sex. There’s intercourse - screwing, fucking - whatever you want to call it." She nodded, listening intently. "Then there’s oral sex," he continued, "blow-jobs, cunnilingus." She nodded again.
"I’ve heard girls at school talking about blow-jobs. They don’t seem to like it that much."
He shrugged. "Some girls do, some don’t. You won’t know until you try."
"What’s cunni . . . cunnil . . ."
"Cunnilingus. That’s when a man does oral sex on a woman. Just about every girl likes that." He grinned and she blushed a little.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"That’s the basics," he replied. "There are many different positions, different ways to give oral, but most are easier to demonstrate than to explain." She gripped both of his hands in hers and met his eyes with a pleading look.
"So you’ll do it, then?"
He sighed deeply and looked at the pretty young virgin who was practically begging him to fuck her. "Maybe. Just how much do you want to learn?" He was hooked, and she knew it. She grinned mischievously.
"Everything. I want to learn everything!"
He looked into her eyes for a long moment then nodded resignedly. "Ok, then. Just remember your promise. Tell no one."
She ran around the counter and embraced him, her firm body pressing against the hardness in his jeans. "Thank you, Tony!"
Despite his reservations, he returned her embrace. "Don’t thank me yet. I’m still not convinced that this is a good idea. In fact, I know it isn’t!" She released him and stood back, some of her enthusiasm waning. He took her hands, his voice softening. "And one other thing. The first time, there will be some pain. It may only be a little pinch, or it may really hurt. It’s normal. It happens to every girl. I just wanted you to know."
She smiled at him. "I knew that, but thank you for being honest."
He slowly took in her tight body, knowing that she was now his for the taking, for better or worse. "Ok. Shall we get started?"
She bit her lip and nodded nervously.
Chapter 3
Tony took Chloe by the hand and pulled her to him. He noticed that for the first time, she was trembling. Reality of what they were about to do had set in. He raised her tiny hand to his lips. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" he asked, giving her one more chance to back out. "Because it’s not something you can undo."
She paused before answering and he thought for a minute that she was going to change her mind. "Yes, I’m sure," she finally said, looking into his soft brown eyes. "I’m just a little scared."
He took her hand and led her over to the couch where they sat down, his cock leaving a prominent bulge in his jeans. He pulled her face to his and their lips met. He probed at her lips with his tongue and she immediately parted them, inviting him in, her tongue meeting his. She was actually a pretty good kisser.
After a moment, they pulled apart and he smiled at her. "You’ve french-kissed before."
She grinned bashfully. "Only twice. But I like it."
"What else have you done before? Have you ever given a boy a hand-job?" She shook her head.
"Have you ever seen a real cock?" Again, she shook her head, seeming embarrassed. He smiled and stroked her luxuriant hair. "That’s ok, honey. I just need to know how much experience you’ve had."
She smiled at his use of a pet name. It felt nice, like he was her boyfriend. "So what’s next? Do we kiss some more?"
"Later. Right now we have to get undressed."
This seemed to lessen her enthusiasm somewhat. "Oh . . . ok." Her hands went to the hem of her t-shirt and, after a brief hesitation, she slowly lifted it over her head, pulling it free from her long hair. She was wearing a white lace bra under it that she seemed to have outgrown. Her tits were straining at the thin fabric.
"Now take off my shirt," Tony said. He was wearing a white cotton buttoned shirt and Chloe’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons. When she finally finished, she pushed it from his shoulders, revealing his bare, toned chest and arms. He was no body builder, but he was comfortable enough with his body to go shirtless at the beach, often receiving lusty looks from female beach goers. "Touch me," he said. "Rub your hands over my skin." She reached up and did as he instructed, her small hands gently caressing his chest.
After a moment, he said, "Ok, now stand up." She stood up in front of him and he undid the button of her pants. As he lowered the fly and began to wriggle the tight jeans over her curvaceous hips, she looked down at him.
"Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?"
He met her eyes and smiled as the jeans slid lower, revealing her white cotton panties. "No, definitely not. Down, maybe, but never off." He slid the jeans down her long, slender legs and she stepped out of them. He detected a musky aroma and noticed a damp spot on her panties. He explained about the lights. "If you turn the lights off, you can’t fully appreciate your lover’s body or see their face. That’s very important. It’s also important for you to tell me what you like or dislike. Understand?" She nodded, looking very much like the little girl that she was, standing there in her little girl underwear. For the hundredth time, Tony wondered what the hell he was doing. Then the scent of her sex reached him and he once again switched operational control over to the other head.
"Good. So if I’m doing something that feels good, tell me. Get real dirty. Tell me to fuck you harder. Talking dirty during sex is a big turn-on." Once again, she nodded, seeming a little self-conscious standing before him in just her bra and panties. She folded her arms across her stomach.
"Are you sure you want to keep going?" he asked.
She nodded emphatically. "Yes!
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"Ok, just checking. You seem a little hesitant."
She forced a grin. "I’m just nervous. I’ve never been alone with a man wearing only my underwear before."
He smiled and stood up. "Ok, then, let’s level the playing field." He pointed to his jeans. Chloe undid the button and lowered the fly, her hands still shaking. She seemed to go out of her way not to touch the long bulge that went down his left leg. She knelt before him and began to work them down, her eyes riveted on the outline of his hard cock. When she had removed his jeans, her eyes once more went to his cock, now a small tent in his boxers. She started to stand up, but he placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "You might as well finish the job while you’re there." She hesitated, then reached out and gripped the elastic waistband of his shorts. She tugged them down and watched as his cock was slowly revealed, his trimmed pubic hair forming a dark patch near the base. With big eyes, she slowly lowered the shorts until they slipped over the head of his seven inch meat and it slowly rose to attention. By the time he had kicked the boxers off, it was pointing straight out at her, only a few inches from her astonished face. She stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up at him.
"I . . . I didn’t think it would be this big!" she exclaimed, her eyes once more dropping to the hard organ. "I don’t think it will fit . . ."
He pulled her to her feet. "It will," he said softly, then kissed her. As he did, he reached behind her and deftly undid the clasp of her bra. They moved apart and he removed the too-small garment from her nicely-formed pubescent tits. They were beautiful; full and round, roughly the size of softballs. And they were firm. She didn’t need a bra to keep them in place.
"Very nice," he whispered, gently caressing them and rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipples. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Does this feel good?" he asked, still rubbing his thumbs in small circles around her nipples and dark areolae.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Feels really good! Makes me all . . . tingly!"
He smiled down at her and continued teasing her hard, sensitive little nipples. "This is only the beginning, my dear." He took her hand and gently placed in on his hard shaft. She grasped it, her small fingers encircling it uncertainly. She was surprised at its hardness. "Stroke it. Slowly at first." She began to move her hand back and forth, her hand becoming slick from the precum that oozed from the hole in the tip. He sighed. "That’s it. That feels real good, Chloe."
He watched her tiny hand moving up and down his cock, awkwardly at first, then a little smoother as she became more comfortable. After a few minutes of this, he stopped her. She brought her hand up and stared at the wetness on it. "That’s called pre-cum," he told her. "Try it. Lick some off your hand." She lifted her hand to her face and sniffed it, then made a face and looked up at him. "Go ahead," he urged with a smile. "You said you wanted to learn everything."
She looked back at her wet fingers for a moment, then gingerly stuck out her tongue and touched it to one. She tasted it, gave him a ‘not too bad’ look, then tried a little more. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her sampling his juices. "Good girl. How is it?"
She shrugged. "Ok, I guess. A little . . . salty, but ok."
He took her hand. "Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I’ve got something to show you that you’re gonna love." He led her down the short hallway to his bedroom, opened the door for her, and followed her inside.
Chapter 4
She went over to the bed and turned to him. Wearing only the white cotton panties, she looked even more like the innocent little girl that she was. But there was no going back, now. She looked around and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Tony went over to her and kissed her. "Just lay down on the bed, baby. I’ll do the rest."
She looked up at him and he could see the fear in her pretty green eyes. "Please," she said in a quiet, plaintive voice, "please be gentle, ok?"
He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "Just relax, Chloe. We’re not going to do that yet." His eyes flitted over her nearly nude body. "I have something else planned first. To prepare you. Trust me, you’re going to like it."
She looked into his eyes and knew that she could trust him. She sat down on the bed and lay back, with feet hanging just above the floor. Tony looked down at her perfect little body, her tits flattening only slightly as she lay back. He knew she was scared and he hoped this would relax her a little. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her tongue darted eagerly into his mouth, exploring it deeply. He gently squeezed her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and moaned into his mouth. ‘Good,’ he thought, ‘sensitive nipples.’ He broke off their passionate kiss and began kissing along her jaw line and down to the supple skin of her neck, all the while still teasing her nipples. She responded with little sighs and tilted her head back to allow him easier access. He moved slowly, planting soft kisses along her neck and down to the small mounds on her chest. He paused for a second, then slipped one of her engorged nipples between his lips, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.
She inhaled sharply, thrusting her chest upward. "Yes!" she breathed, closing her eyes. He nibbled on it gently, bringing an even louder response, and causing her to squirm on the bed. He continued sucking and nibbling on it for a few moments before switching to the other one. After sucking on it for a while, he lifted his face from her succulent tits and smiled at her.
"Was that ok?" he asked, giving her a quick kiss.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her face breaking out into a wide grin. He ran his hands across her breasts and over her stomach to the waist band of her panties. Still looking into her beautiful eyes, he sensed her fear returning. He smiled and said, "Then just wait until you see what’s next!"
Without waiting for a response, he moved down, straddling her legs, and placed both hands on the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt from the bed so he could pull them down, exposing her tiny hairless pussy. He looked up at her, a surprised look on his face. "You shave?"
She grinned and nodded. "Just in case Mom lets me get that bikini!"
With a shake of his head, he stood up and she raised her legs so he could pull her panties completely off. She now lay before him on the bed completely naked. Her bare pussy, even though it was shaved, reminded him of just how young she was. But this was her idea. She had started it. And she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He tried to reconcile his doubts by telling himself that if not him, someone else would soon be doing this. Someone who may not care about Chloe’s feelings, or who may not be free of STDs. There was also no danger of an unwanted pregnancy from him. And according to the law, she was old enough. He had even tried to talk her out of it, right? His lower brain agreed wholeheartedly.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head and concentrated on the beautiful naked girl - no, the beautiful naked woman - lying on the bed before him. He took her feet in his hands and gently pushed her legs apart, holding them up so he could kiss his way along them on his way up to her sweet, virgin pussy. As he moved up past her knees, he knelt on the bed and continued his northward journey, kissing lovingly along her inner thighs. First one, then the other, until he was close enough to get a good sniff of her delicate little slit. He lightly ran a finger across her mons and she gasped, jerking slightly.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Uh-huh!" she panted.
He licked his finger and very lightly ran it along her tiny slit until he reached her erect little clit, stopping just short of the sensitive little sex organ. She moaned and squirmed under his loving touch.
"How about that?" he asked.
"Yes! Oh, god, yes!" she gasped.
"I would love to lick your pussy. Would you like me to do that?"
"Oh, yes! Please!" she cried, raising her head from the bed to look down at him with wild, pleading eyes.
He grinned. "Then ask me."
"Wh . . .what?"
"You have to ask me."
She looked at him, unsure what he wanted her to say. Hadn’t she just told him what she wanted?
"Please?"
"Please . . . what?" he teased, his grin growing larger.
"Please . . . do it."
He gave her a look of mock uncertainty. "Do what?" He smile again and kissed her stomach. "Remember what I told you earlier? You have to tell me what you want me to do." He ran his finger along her wet, swollen lips then stuck it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
Chloe sucked in a deep breath through her tightly clenched teeth as he touched her. She looked down at him as he sucked her juices from his finger, her eyes wild with animal lust.
"Please . . . lick my pussy!" she cried.
He smiled and licked his lips. "That’s better." Tony lowered his face to her pussy, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the entire length of it. Chloe practically squealed in delight.
"Oh, geez! That feels so good!"
He continued licking the tender flesh, pushing his tongue in a little deeper with each pass until he could reach no further into her warm wetness. She was so sweet that he could have spent hours lapping up her nectar. Chloe threw her head back, squirming on the bed, and gripped the covers so tight that her knuckles turned white. She had been masturbating for a couple of years now, but never had she felt such intense feelings! Tony moved up to her clit and pulled back the little hood that covered it. He touched the tip of his tongue to it and she gave a little yelp.
"Omigod, Tony! Do that again!"
Happy to comply, he flicked his tongue across the erect little bud a few times while she moaned in pleasure. When he slipped his lips around it and sucked, she cried out and arched her back off the bed.
"Oh, shit! Yes!" she cried through clenched teeth. She moaned and cried out, her head rolling from side to side. When he sensed she was about to climax, he released her clit and went back to licking her juicy pink flesh. This way, he could keep her on the edge for a while without pushing her over it.
He kept up this pattern for about ten or fifteen minutes until she was writhing on the bed in absolute pleasure, moaning and gasping. Deciding that he had teased her long enough, he took her tiny clit between his lips and began moving his tongue in concentric circles over it. At the same time, he pushed a finger into her dripping twat, being careful not to go too deep.
She cried out even louder and thrust her hips upward, trying to force his finger in further. But Tony had anticipated that and withdrew his finger enough that she didn’t accidently pop her cherry. Her moans became cries of pleasure as she continued to squirm under his experienced tongue. When he nibbled on her clit one more time, she lost it. The warm tingling feeling intensified tenfold, spreading from her belly to the extremities of her body, her muscles tensing as her climax built.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ooooo . . . .! Unh! Unh! Unhg . . .!" Her body went completely rigid and her cries faded to guttural groans as she experienced her first non self-inflicted orgasm, the sensations far more intense than any she had ever experienced while masturbating. Fireworks exploded behind her tightly closed eyes and her entire body jerked and twitched as if electrified. Tony continued sucking on her clit as her young body spasmed and twisted, her tight vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily on his finger. After a moment, he released her clit but continued to lick her drooling slit, lapping up all of her sweet juices.
She began pushing at his head with her hands, still trapped in the throes of her massive orgasm. "P . . . please! T . . . T . . . Tony! . . . Stop!"
He raised his face, her cum dripping from his chin, and looked up at her. He knew that after a while, a woman’s clit became so sensitive that it was painful to continue. Apparently, she had reached that level of sensitivity.
Wiping his chin with his hand, he slid up next to her. She lay panting on the bed, her neck and face flushed crimson red and her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her chest heaved as she fought to regain her breath, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. He lay beside her and watched as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high.
After a moment or two, she opened her glassy eyes and smiled dreamily at him.
"Hi," he said softly, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek. "Welcome back."
She looked back up at the ceiling, staring off into space. "Th . . . that was . . . incredible!" She turned back to him, her expression a mixture of disbelief and wonderment. "I’ve never felt anything like that before!"
"You’ve never masturbated?"
She looked back toward the ceiling, avoiding his eyes, and didn’t reply.
"It’s ok, Chloe. Everybody does it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about."
She looked back over at him, not saying anything for a few seconds. "Well," she finally said, averting her eyes again. "I guess I have . . . a couple of times." He cocked an eyebrow and shot her a dubious look. "Ok, ok, maybe more than a couple of times!" She managed a grin, then inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as if reliving her orgasm. "But it never felt anything close to that!" She draped her arm over her forehead. "Now I understand what people mean when they say they see fireworks!"
He laughed softly and caressed her damp skin. Suddenly, she turned to him, her eyes blazing. "Can you teach me how to . . . do that to you?"
He grinned. "You mean, you want to suck my cock?"
She giggled, remembering the rule. "Yes, I want to suck your cock!"
He stood up. "All right." He moved to her feet , took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again, then moved back a step. "Go ahead," he said, nodding to his erect member.
At first she just looked down at it, then slowly dropped to her knees so she was kneeling in front of him. His cock bobbed just inches from her face. She studied it for a moment, then looked up at him.
"What do I do?"
He smiled to himself. She was so innocent. "Just take in your hand like you did earlier to start," he instructed. She wrapped her hand around the hard shaft and began to stroke it. "That’s good," he said, watching her. "Whenever you’re ready, just put it in your mouth and suck on it, like you would a popsicle." She looked up at him and grinned.
"It doesn’t look much like a popsicle!"
He chuckled while she continued to slide her tiny fist up and down his slick rod. "True," he replied, "you’ll have to use your imagination. Just move it in and out of your mouth, and use your tongue. That feels really good."
She nodded. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
"That’s what making love is all about, honey," he said, smiling down at her.
She continued to jerk him off for another moment or two, working up the courage to actually put it in her mouth. He just watched, not pushing her, and enjoyed the pleasant sensations she was creating with her hand. When she moved her face closer, he held his breath. She stuck out her tongue and touched the soft tip of his throbbing tool. He gasped, exaggerating his reaction a little, trying to encourage her to do more. She glanced up at him and sampled his precum on her tongue. The taste was stronger than before, but not at all unpleasant. She watched his face as she moved in again, licking her soft, warm tongue along the side of his shaft and glans before pulling back. He moaned a little and smiled down at her.
"That was great!" he whispered. "Please don’t stop!" He grasped his cock and rubbed the soft head over her cheek, smearing his precum. It felt so warm and soft on her skin that she wanted, no, needed, it in her mouth. Tony released his hold on it and she grasped it. Once again, she watched his reaction and parted her lips, taking the head, then part of the shaft into her warm, wet mouth.
Tony sucked in a long breath and moaned. Part of it was for her benefit, but her lips felt so good sliding along his cock and her tongue caressed the sensitive underside that it wasn’t all an act. She seemed encouraged and pushed it in as far as she could before slipping it from her lips and looking up at him. Her hand still gripped it and she automatically began stroking him as soon as it was out of her mouth.
"Was that ok?" She was surprised by how much it had turned her on to have his cock in her mouth. She had thought it would be disgusting, but it wasn’t. Just the opposite, in fact. And the fact that it gave Tony such pleasure was an even bigger turn-on.
"That was perfect, baby," he replied, smiling down at the pretty naked teen kneeling before him. "How did you like it?"
Instead of answering him, she grinned, then took him back into her mouth, pushing it in until she began to gag, then she began moving back and forth, sucking and slurping on the hard phallus. Tony placed a hand on her head and closed his eyes.
"Oh, yeah! That feels wonderful!" Chloe kept bobbing her head, her hair moving across her shoulders and brushing against Tony’s thighs. The taste of his precum was even stronger now and the feel of his hard shaft and soft glans on her lips and tongue excited her even more.
"Oh, yeah! Faster!" he sighed, gently pushing her head faster. Anxious to please him, she applied herself, sucking harder. Her saliva hung in a long string from her lower lip, but she paid it no mind, instead concentrating on his pleasure. "Oh, shit! You’re gonna make me cum, baby!" he gasped.
Suddenly, she pulled her mouth free and looked up at him, her eyes wide. "You want to . . . cum in my mouth?!" she asked, making a face. She had never actually witnessed what happened when a guy came, but she had heard plenty of stories.
He smiled and shook his head, his hand stroking his wet cock. "Not if you don’t want me to. I’ll warn you in lots of time so you can pull off. I’ll shoot onto your tits and you can try some." He brushed the hair from her face. "It’s a real turn-on to cum in your mouth, though. Especially if you swallow it," he added.
She made another face. "Ewww! Girls do that?!"
Chloe had taken over jerking his cock and he nodded. "Oh, yes. Some girls love doing it. Others just do it to please their man." He shrugged. "And some girls won’t give blow-jobs at all."
She cocked her head and stared up at him. "Not at all?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She looked down at his cock, the head now purple. "I kind of like it," she said, almost to herself. "It turns me on." She looked back up at him.
"Well, maybe you’ll like swallowing. But you can try that later if you want to." He nodded back down. "Do you think you could finish me off? I promise to warn you."
She grinned, nodded, then slipped her hot little mouth over his engorged head and began to bob back and forth. Thoughts drifted through her mind. Would it be so bad? Does it taste like his precum? That wouldn’t be too bad. She wondered how much there would be? Those and other thoughts ran through her mind as she continued giving her very first blow-job. Tony’s eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming ragged. He was moving his hips, matching her rhythm.
She made up her mind. ‘What the hell,’ she thought. ‘He said guys love it and I want to please him.’ If it tasted bad, she could always spit it out, right? No big deal.
Tony began moving his hips a little faster, forcing her to increase her tempo. A few seconds later, he gasped, "Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum!" He started to pull from her mouth, but she put her hands on his ass and held him in place, still sucking hard and bobbing her head rapidly.
"Chloe!" he said, opening his eyes in surprise. "I said I’m . . . oh! Ohhh! Arghhh!"
A warm, salty, and thick substance hit the back of her mouth and began to trickle down her throat. Her mouth was filled with the semi-liquid cum a split second later as more of his hot load was ejaculated from the depths of his cum-filled balls.
Feeling a little overwhelmed and not expecting so much, she pulled her mouth from his spurting cock. A flood of white semen ran from her open mouth and dripped down her chin to her tits and stomach. She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Tony jerked the last remaining shots onto her tits. She had swallowed some, but most of it coated her mouth and ran down her chin. Her tits were also well splattered with gobs of the sticky goo.
She looked up at him. Strings of cum connected her upper and lower teeth. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her lips. "Was that ok?"
He caught his breath and looked down at her, concern in his eyes. "Didn’t you hear me warn you?"
She nodded and wiped some of his seed from her chin. "I changed my mind." With a grin, she placed her cum-soaked finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmm," she murmured, licking her lips. "Now that I know what to expect, I’ll be more ready next time!"
He chuckled and helped her to her feet. They kissed, his cum mixing with the remnants of hers in his mouth. They pulled apart and he looked at her cum-drenched body. "I think we could both use a shower. You, especially!"
She turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. She laughed at her appearance and turned back to him.
"I guess I could!" She kissed him again, then added in a very sexy voice, "That was really hot! Can we fuck next?"
He laughed and pulled her sticky naked body to his. "What have I done? Created a teenaged nympho?"
She narrowed her eyes and squinted up at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Does that mean yes?"
Chapter 5
Tony took her hand and they started toward the bathroom. Before they had taken two steps, the phone on the table beside the bed began to ring. They stopped and Tony glanced over at, then to Chloe. "Let the machine get it," he said, and took another step. Chloe didn’t move, but looked up at him, her mood somber.
"It might be Mom," she said, looking furtively at the ringing phone. "If there was no answer at home, she’d probably call here next."
Tony considered this, then nodded and went over to the ringing phone. Chloe perched on the bed while he answered it.
"Hello? . . . Oh, hi Cathy." His eyes drifted over Chloe’s naked body, splattered with his jism while he listened to her mother on the phone. "Yes, she’s here. She needed some help with an essay. . . No, no problem at all. Happy to help. . . .Sure, she’s right here. Hold on." He passed the phone to her.
"Hi, Mom . . . I know . . . yes . . . Soon. We’re just watching a movie . . . No, it’s finished. Tony was a great help . . . Uh-huh . . . Ok . . . Love you, too . . . Bye." She passed the phone back to him and he replaced it in the cradle. "She was afraid I was being a pest," she said and reached out to fondle his limp penis. He felt it twitch at her touch. "Am I?" She grinned up at him, cum still congealing on her chin and tits.
"Yeah," he laughed, "that’s what you are, all right!" He pulled heeer to her ft. "Come on, let’s get cleaned up."
He led her down the hall and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then stepped aside so she could get in first. He got in behind her and watched as the water beaded on her sweaty skin. She looked even sexier with the steamy down her flesh, washing away the remains of his semen. She turned to face him, wiping the water cascading water from her pretty face and smiling up at him. They embraced and kissed. Tony felt his cock regaining its hardness as it was crushed against her flat stomach, the warm water spraying over both of their naked bodies.
He picked up the soap and began to lather her up, working his way across her perky tits, down her flat stomach, and between her long legs. She closed her eyes and he heard her gasp over the sound of the shower as he slipped a soapy finger along her pussy, gently cleaning her. He dropped to his knees and soaped up her legs, then helped her rinse the suds from her skin. He couldn’t resist giving her mons a kiss and when she opened her legs instinctively, he began licking her tasty pussy. She moaned and placed her hands in his wet hair, holding his face tight to her little pussy. He lapped away for a few minutes, almost bringing her to the brink of cumming, before getting to his feet and kissing her.
She returned his kiss passionately, driving her tongue deep into his throat. Then she pulled her lips from his and glanced down at his semi-hard dick before looking back into his eyes. "My turn," she said with an impish grin, and picked up the soap.
She lathered up his chest and arms, taking her time, then slowly moved lower, her hands caressing over his stomach, then around to his butt before she dropped to her knees and did his legs. Finally, she lathered up her hands and began to soap his balls and now fully recovered cock. She made a big production out of cleaning his package, her small hands caressing and teasing him until he was aching for release. She rinsed him off, then with a wickedly bad grin, opened her mouth and slid half of his hard cock into it. He moaned as her warm mouth encircled his dick and began sucking. She wasn’t hesitant this time and attacked his cock like a pro, her tongue teasing it as her head bobbed back and forth.
He was able to take her improved ministrations for several minutes, but only because he had just came. Even so, the feel her hot little mouth and the sight of her wet head moving back and forth while she made love to his cock with her mouth was bringing him closer and closer to blowing another load down her throat. And he had other plans for the next load. Reluctantly, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her from his throbbing meat.
"Ahhh . . . Chloe, you better stop," he gasped. She gave him a disappointed look, then he helped her to her feet and they kissed again. "I need to stay hard if you want to fuck," he told her. She smiled dejectedly and nodded. Tony reached behind her and turned off the water, then picked up a towel and began drying her. He couldn’t resist kissing her firm tits and giving each nipple a little suck. He finished drying her off then allowed her to dry him, stopping her as she made a move to take his cock back into her mouth again. It was becoming all too clear that this little minx loved to give head! "Uh-uh," he scolded as he took a step back. She looked up at him and flashed a toothy grin.
"Aww . . .!"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Come on, let’s go back the bedroom. I think I can cure this lustful behavior there." She stuck out her tongue at him, jumped to her feet, then turned and ran from the bathroom, her cute naked ass bouncing down the hall. Tony laughed to himself, put the towels in the hamper, and followed her down to the bedroom. He stopped short in the doorway, his eyes taking in the scene on his bed. She was sitting on the bed, leaning back on one arm with her legs spread wide and her other hand rubbing her bare beaver. Her eyes were open, watching him, then she closed them and tilted her head back, sighing in pleasure as she masturbated for him. For a long moment, he just stood there watching this beautiful, sexy teen get herself off.
He couldn’t just stand and watch any longer. His hard cock ached to be in her tight little pussy and he crossed the room in three quick steps, kneeling before her widely spread legs. He watched her rubbing her clit then looked up into her eyes, wild with lust and desire. He pulled her hand from her engorged pussy and took her fingers into his mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. He let her hand go and immediately planted his face in her dripping snatch, licking as much of her wetness as he could.
She moaned and lay back on his bed, her hands going to her tits. She tweaked and teased her nipples as Tony lapped away at her pink flower. While her pussy tasted exquisite, he longed to be inside her. He lifted his head from between her milky thighs and leaned in to kiss her. She returned his kiss with a passion that surprised him. Her tongue explored his mouth feverishly, soft moans escaping her lips. He leaned in closer and allowed his prick to rest against the delicate folds of her labia. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips up in an attempt to increase the contact. Tony began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, her soft warmth renewing the feelings deep in his balls. She broke off the kiss and looked up into his face, her breath ragged and eyes sparkling.
"That feels so good!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Tony! Please!"
He wanted to do this slowly and savor the moment, but she was adamant, constantly pushing upward and trying to force him inside her tiny virgin twat. He kissed her softly.
"Easy, Chloe. There’s no hurry. It’ll be better if we take it slow at first."
She stared into his eyes for a moment, then gave a resigned sigh. "Ok, whatever you say. I just need to feel you inside me!"
"All right. Just try to relax." He reached down and positioned the tip of his cock at her opening. She wriggled under him, obviously enjoying the feel of his cock on her moist pussy. "Here we go. Remember to relax; just let it happen." She nodded, chewing nervously on her lower lip and he gently applied pressure.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then he felt her start to open up and, ever so slowly, he began to enter her. She inhaled a sharp breath as her pussy spread and she felt his cock slipping in. It didn’t hurt; not at all, which kind of surprised her. He kept going until he felt her vagina close around the base of his glans and looked into her face, which was twisted into a grimace, like she was waiting for the pain to begin at any second.
"Are you ok?" he asked. She opened her eyes and met his.
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding, and still biting down on her lower lip.
"Ok, just relax. You’re doing fine," he said soothingly. He pushed in a little further and she closed her eyes, her hands gripping his back, as another inch slid in. He knew her hymen wasn’t in much further and wanted to loosen her up a little before he touched it. He began a slow, shallow fuck and she grunted every time he pushed back in, but didn’t complain or indicate she was in any discomfort.
After a few minutes of this, he started to go a little deeper. He still moved slow, fighting back the urge to unleash his load in her tight, wet tunnel. She licked her lips and looked up at him, studying his face as he moved closer and closer to her cherry. He was constantly talking in low soothing tones, reassuring her that she was doing fine and that it would soon be over and she would never have to fear sex again.
Finally, the tip of his cock pushed up against her barrier and she cried out, her fingers digging into his back.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, wincing. He backed off and stopped moving, giving her a moment to recover.
"I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts, but there’s no other way," he said softly, kissing her forehead.
She looked up at him, the pain evident in her bottle-green eyes. "I know," she whispered. "Just give me a minute, ok?" He nodded, then kissed her on the lips softly, lovingly.
"Let me know when you’re ready," he said, smiling down at her.
She took a few deep breaths, then nodded. "Ok, I’m ready," she said. He could feel her vaginal muscles flexing on his shaft.
"You have to relax," he told her again. "It won’t be as bad if you do."
She closed her eyes and he thought she might start to cry, but the she opened them again. "I’m trying, but it’s really hard," she said.
He caressed her cheek and nodded. "I know it is, and you’re doing great. Ready?"
She took another breath. "Ok, let’s do it. I want to get it over with."
He began to move in and out again, being careful not to touch her hymen. He felt her relax a little, but she was still understandably tense. Their eyes were locked on one another as they continued the slow, shallow fuck. Then Tony went in deep enough to touch her barrier again. She let out a little yelp, but before she could react further, he pulled out and thrust through her cherry, stopping as soon as he tore through.
Chloe felt another twinge as he touched her maidenhead again but before she could do no more than cry out, he thrust in again and an intense pain filled her womb. She cried out and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, creating tiny red welts under her fingers.
"Owww! Oh, shit!" she cried through clenched teeth. It felt like her pussy was on fire and it throbbed against the invader that had penetrated it. Tony didn’t move, but watched her face until the pain eased a little and she looked up at him. Tears ran down both cheeks and her lower lip trembled. It pained him to have inflicted this hurt on her, but he vowed to make it up to her.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his face concerned.
She let out a breath and nodded. "I . . . I think so. That really hurt!" He kissed her teary cheeks.
"I’m sorry," he whispered.
"N . . . no," she said, shaking her head. "Don’t be. I’m glad it was you." She managed a pained smile and then grimaced as he moved slightly, causing the pain to flare up again.
He kissed her again. "Me, too." His expression turned somber. "We have to keep going, honey. It’ll hurt for a while, but I promise you it will feel better real soon." He looked down and saw that there was still a few inches to go before he would be completely inside her. She followed his gaze, lifting her head from the bed. Her eyes widened when she saw how far his cock was buried. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes, breathing through the pain.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him. He was watching her with a concerned look on her face. She managed a smile.
"S . . . starting to feel a little better," she said in a hoarse voice. Tony relaxed a little and returned her smile.
"That’s good," he replied. "Let me know when you’re ready, honey. The worst is over. It’s only going to get better."
She nodded and moved her hips slightly, wincing a little. "Ok, go ahead," she said. "I’ll tell you if I want you to stop."
Tony nodded and pushed a little further into her tight pussy. She gasped and closed her eyes, but didn’t tell him to stop, so he kept going. She tossed her head from side to side and her hands twisted the covers into knots. He continued to slowly squeeze his dick into her until he was completely inside her. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard to keep from erupting. She was so goddam tight! When he was back in control, he brushed a tear from her cheek and she opened her eyes.
"That’s it, honey. You took it all!" He leaned back so she could see that his cock was now completely inside her tiny body.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, her big eyes moving from their connected bodies to his face. She could feel it inside her, pulsating. Even though she was still hurting, she was beginning to feel just an inkling of pleasure.
"Ready to continue?" he asked.
She nodded, her pretty eyes pleading. "Uh-huh. Just go slow . . . at first."
"Of course," he said with a gentle smile. As Chloe watched, he slowly extricated his cock from her, coated with her juices and glistening in the light from the table lamp. He paused with just the head inside her, then began to push it back in.
Chloe watched until he was halfway in, then lay her head back. There was still pain, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening! She was actually having sex with the man she had decided long ago would be the one to take her virginity!
They kept up the slow, easy fuck until Tony noticed her body start to relax. She was still incredibly tight and it took everything he had to keep himself under control, but he was somehow managing. As she became more accustomed to his cock, he felt her vaginal muscles relax somewhat and found it a little easier to move. She began moving with him, meeting his thrusts and he started to pick up the pace a little. She began to moan, softly at first, then with more urgency as he picked up the pace.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, her eyes still closed. "Don’t . . . stop!" Obviously, she was now experiencing more pleasure than pain. He increased his speed more until he could feel his balls slapping against her ass. She was matching his pace, her young body pumping to meet his cock, forcing it deep into her newly deflowered cunt.
"Yes! Fuck me! Oh, yes!" He was more than happy to oblige her. He lifted her legs over his forearms and lifted her a little from the bed. He began to pound away at her from the new angle, which allowed him to get in just a little deeper. She cried out in pleasure. "Oh, shit, yes!" As he drove his cock into her tiny body over and over, he watched her tits jiggling as her whole body rocked from his powerful thrusts. Fuck, she was so sexy!
Chloe, now long past any pain, was completely caught up in the feelings of intense pleasure her body was sending to her brain. Tony would pump her furiously for several seconds, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then would slow down for a bit before speeding up again. Every time he fucked her to the edge, her orgasm seemed to build in intensity. She knew when she finally did cum, it would be like no other orgasm she had ever experienced.
"Oh, yeah!" Tony gasped as he began to pound into her again. "I’m . . . getting . . . real close . . . baby!" She felt herself building up to another release.
"Oh, yeah! Cum for me!" she cried, slamming her body against his. "Cum in my pussy!"
Tony squeezed his eyes closed and hammered away at her relentlessly. He wasn’t stopping this time until he deposited his seed in her tight little cunt. His breathing became ragged and he felt his balls tingling. Chloe was wailing loudly and meeting his powerful thrusts. He craved release and knew it was only going to be a few seconds.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned as his body stiffened and he felt his cock swell. He erupted into her, feeling his cum shoot from his overworked dick and fill Chloe’s little pussy. He held it tight into her as far as it would go, his body jerking as he shot load after load into her hot little fuck hole.
Chloe was determined that this time she was going to cum and began bucking her hips frantically against Tony’s. When he told her he was close to cumming, she felt herself start, too. Then, his sperm began to shoot against the sensitive lining of her womb and it sent her over the edge. She groaned as her orgasm built, then exploded. Tiny starbursts went off behind her eyelids and she felt herself becoming lightheaded as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her. She could feel the warm, slippery jism leaking from her tiny pussy as Tony’s cock forced it from the tight confines of her ravaged little cunt. Her body jerked uncontrollably as her orgasm began to ease.
Tony slowly pulled his shrinking member from her drooling twat, releasing a flood of their mixed juices to the sheets. He sat down on the bed next to her, panting with exhaustion. Chloe lay there, her legs spread wide and cum running from her gaping pussy. Her body was still buzzing and every few seconds she’d jerk as another small aftershock hit her. Tony flopped back on the bed, laying beside her. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat and they were panting for air. Chloe finally turned her head to him, then reached over and caressed his arm.
"Th . . . thank you, Tony!" she gasped with a warm, contented smile. "Th . . . that was amazing!"
He rolled onto his side and looked at her, a smile on his lips. He reached out and stroked her hair, damp with perspiration. Their eyes met and for a moment they just looked at one another, words unnecessary.
Finally, Tony spoke. "You are truly a very beautiful woman, Chloe." She moved closer to him and he wrapped her small body in his arms, holding her close.
They lay like that for a long time, whispering sweet nothings to one another and enjoying the feeling of being held. Finally, Chloe felt his cock beginning to rise again, pressing against her leg. She looked down, then back up to him and grinned.
"Again?" She giggled and shook her head. "As much as I’d love to, I’m afraid I’m a little sore!" She gingerly touched her tender pussy, wincing.
Tony laughed. "It’s ok, baby. It’s hard not to get aroused lying her with you, but I’ll be ok."
A very mischievous look came over Chloe’s face and she sat up, pushing him onto his back. She kissed him, then moved down to his chest, licking each of his nipples. Her hand went to his nearly hard cock and began to stroke it while her lips made their way down his chest and over his stomach. Tony watched with amused interest as she kissed around his pubic area, then looked up at him with a huge grin.
"I just love sucking your cock!" she whispered, then sucked nearly half of his cock into her mouth, her tongue moving sensually over it. He lay back on the bed, wondering if he could handle this teenaged nympho’s sexual appetite. He decided that there was only one way to find out, and sighed as she began to bob her pretty little head up and down. After all, they had all weekend!
And he had promised to teach her everything.
The end (?)
WRITTEN BY: BJ Cortland
Tony, a thirty year old bachelor, has watched Chloe from across the hall develop from a gangly eleven year old when she and her mother moved in four years ago to a very attractive teen on the verge of womanhood. What he doesn't know is that her curiousity about sex has reached it's limits, and she has her sights set on him to be her teacher.
Chapter 1
Tony placed his key in the slot and unlocked the main door of the apartment building he had called home for the past five years. He checked his mailbox and pulled out the usual assortment of bills and junk mail. Doing a quick sort, he deposited the junk mail into a recycling bin next to the mailboxes and shuffled through the remaining mail on his way over to the elevator.
The elevator doors opened as he crossed the lobby and a pretty young girl stepped out. Chloe from across the hall. Her long brown hair shone and her green eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, holding the doors open.
"Hi, Tony!" she said as he approached.
She was fifteen, with a set of tits that he was sure swelled a little more each day. He silently chided himself for thinking that way about his neighbor’s kid. But the truth was, she wasn’t really a kid anymore and was very quickly becoming a beautiful young woman. They had moved in about a year after he had. Her father had run off when she was only a baby, leaving her mother, Catherine, to raise her alone. Catherine worked nights and Tony, who had taken an instant liking to the precocious eleven year old, volunteered to look after Chloe while she was at work. He was a freelance writer so his schedule was somewhat flexible. Besides, she was a great kid; very smart and she somehow seemed impressed that he was a writer. That all stopped when she turned fourteen and was old enough to look after herself. But they remained close and he almost thought of her as a niece, or at least a close friend.
Catherine was also quite a looker. She was thirty-five, only five years older than he was, but looked much younger. She had the same green eyes and long, wavy hair as her daughter and a very pretty oval shaped face with high cheekbones and thick, pouty lips. He often lay awake at night masturbating and imagining those luscious lips engulfing his cock. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that she only thought of him as a friend and neighbor.
‘Oh, well,’ he’d thought to himself. ‘Plenty of other pretty women out there. And they don’t live right across the hall.’ That could complicate things. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t seem attracted to him.
Realizing he hadn’t yet greeted Chloe, he returned her smile. "Hi, Chloe. Thanks."
She gave him a quick salute, still grinning. "No problem!" She turned to go and Tony found his eyes drifting involuntarily to her cute ass inside her tight jeans. Suddenly, she stopped and turned, causing him to quickly avert his eyes.
"Oh, I meant to ask . . . are you going to be home tonight?" She didn’t appear to notice his roving eyes. He paused, taken by surprise at her question. It wasn’t like she never came to visit, but lately she hadn’t been over as much. Teenagers had much more important things to do with their time than sit around with their thirty year old neighbors, he had assumed.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," he replied, looking up at her from his mail. "Why?"
"Would it be ok if I came over . . . say around seven? I have an essay due next week and I could use some professional help." She flashed him a broad smile.
He nodded. "Sure, come on over."
"Great!" she said as the doors began to close. "See you later!" She turned and he got one more brief glimpse of her ass before the doors slid shut.
‘Tony,’ he told himself, ‘you behave yourself!’ He chuckled as the elevator stopped at the fifth floor and he walked down the hall to his apartment, the image of the pretty teenager still fresh in his mind.
Chapter 2
The dishes were drying on the rack and Tony was flopped on the couch watching some mindless sitcom on TV. He’d finished his column for the paper before supper and had e-mailed it off. He should be working, though. Like most writers, he had a book partially written and it wasn’t going to finish itself. He glanced at his watch. Six-thirty. Chloe would be here soon, anyway. No point in working on it now.
He was somewhat troubled by the impure thoughts he had been having ever since he spoke to her earlier. She was only fifteen, for gods sake! A kid! He flipped through the channels, hoping to find something that would take his mind off of her. He finally settled on a documentary about World War II on the History Channel. He was still watching it half an hour later when there was a quick knock at the door and Chloe came in, closing the door behind her. She went over to the kitchen counter and dropped a few books onto it.
"Hey, there. Mind if I borrow a Coke?" she asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.
"Help yourself," he replied, turning off the TV. He got up and went into the kitchen, where her cute little ass was sticking out of the refrigerator. "Find one?" he asked, playfully slapping her butt.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, straightening up with a can of Coke in her small hand and a bemused look on her face. "I was just seeing if you had anything to eat! I got the munchies!"
He opened a cupboard and tossed her a big bag of chips, which she managed to catch against her perky tits. "Will those do?" he asked and reached around her to get a beer from the fridge for himself.
"Uh-huh," she replied, opening the bag and stuffing some into her mouth. "Thanks," she mumbled as she made her way into the living room. She dropped to the couch and turned on the TV. "The History Channel again!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes. "Man, you need to join the modern world!"
He sat down next to her and grabbed a handful of chips. "Those who don’t remember the past are doomed to repeat it," he said. She arched an eyebrow in a way that he thought made her appear much older and he added, "or something like that. I’m paraphrasing."
She munched on some chips and turned back to the TV, flipping through the channels.
"Whatever," she said absently, as only a teenager can do. She stopped on the Fashion Channel, where a scantily clad model was showing off the latest swim wear.
"I’d love to have one of those," she said. The white thong bikini was so small it left very little to the imagination.
"Very nice," he commented. "But I think your Mom may object."
She shrugged, then turned to him. "But don’t you think I’d look good in one?"
Uh-oh. A picture of the young girl next to him in a skimpy bikini suddenly filled his mind. She would look good in one. She really would. She may be only fifteen, but she was developed to the point where she could pass for seventeen or eighteen, or even older with the right makeup.
"Well?" she asked, a note of impatience in her voice. He realized that he had been staring at her.
"Well what?" he asked, trying to bring himself back into focus. He turned back to the TV and watched another too-skinny model strutting along the runway.
"Don’t you think I’d look good in a thong bikini?"
He sighed. There was really no right answer. "Sure, I guess," he finally replied, still staring at the TV.
"Really?" She was watching him closely.
He turned to her, a hint of irritation in his voice. "I said yes, didn’t I?"
"Ok, ok," she said sullenly, turning back to the TV. "I was just asking."
They sat in silence for a moment or two, absently staring at the images on the TV, until Chloe said quietly, "Have you had many girlfriends?"
He shrugged, wondering where she was going with this line of questioning. "A few, I guess. Why do you ask?" Was she trying to set him up with her mother?
She leaned back and took a sip of her Coke before answering. "We’ve been learning about sex at school. I was just wondering what it was like." She continued to stare at the TV, not looking in his direction.
He stared at her. "What do you mean, ‘what it’s really like’? Isn’t that what they teach you?"
She placed the nearly empty bag of chips on the coffee table. "Well, yeah, sort of. I mean, they tell us how it’s done . . . how babies are made." She glanced over at him. "But it’s all so . . . boring." She scrunched up her face. "And even a little gross."
Tony chuckled, remembering the clinical films and texts from his own sex ed class. He supposed it probably hadn’t changed that much over the years. "Yeah, I guess they can make it seem pretty boring." He found it difficult to meet her eyes.
"So it’s not really like that?"
He squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, yes and no. It’s . . ." He stopped, eyeing her suspiciously. "Shouldn’t you be asking your mother about this?"
A look of horror came over her face. "Are you kidding!? I could never ask Mom about sex! She’d think I was planning to screw every boy at school and I’d never be allowed out of my room!"
He gave a short laugh. "I don’t think she’d be that bad!" He paused, his mood growing more serious. "But she has good reason to worry. You are becoming a very beautiful young woman. The guys are soon going to be chasing after you relentlessly."
She looked at him, her green eyes sparkling and a smile forming on her lips. "You think I’m beautiful?" Her face blushed slightly and she looked so cute. So innocent. Oh, shit.
Realizing he was cornered, he knew he had to say something. "Well, of course. You must hear that all the time." He looked back at the TV, pretending to find the shampoo commercial interesting. She didn’t reply, but turned back to the TV. The commercials ended and more models prowled the runway in haute couture fashion. Weird shit. ‘Guess I just don’t get high fashion,’ he thought, trying to get his mind off the sexy teen sitting beside him. It wasn’t working.
Suddenly, Chloe picked up the remote, turned the TV off, and stood up in front of him. Her jeans were tight enough that her graceful curves were well defined and her t-shirt was the type that showed off a portion of her bare naval. His eyes moved up to her face, not failing to notice the tiny bumps of her hard nipples under her t-shirt.
"You really think I’m beautiful?" she asked in a timid voice, taking his hand. Tony swallowed, unable to think of anything appropriate to say. The truth was, he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the appropriate thing right now. She raised his hand to her breast and pressed it to the soft flesh, all the while chewing nervously on her lower lip. "Do you think I’m sexy, too?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Tony suddenly realized what was happening. His expression changed and he quickly pulled his hand from the soft, pliable flesh of her young breast. "Chloe! No, no! Absolutely not!" he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Whatever made you think I’d do that!?"
She moved a little closer. He could sense her trepidation, but she didn’t back down. "I’ve noticed how you look at me when you think I’m not looking." He swallowed hard and felt his face getting warmer. "And it’s ok. I don’t mind." She managed a nervous smile. "Actually, I kind of like it."
"It’s wrong," he muttered, shaking his head and staring down at his clenched hands.
Her hands were moving over her torso and across her curved hips. "Why? Why is it so wrong?" she asked. "You do think I’m sexy, don’t you?"
"Yes! No! I mean . . . aw, hell!" He took a deep breath and looked up at her. "Chloe, you’re only fifteen."
"I’ll be sixteen next month," she replied defiantly, her hands still caressing her firm young body. She certainly wasn’t making this easy!
He ignored that comment. "You’re fifteen. And I’m thirty. That’s why."
She took another step closer and moved one of her long, slender legs between his knees. "So what? I find you very attractive. You don’t even look thirty." She was moving her leg seductively against his inner thigh and her teenaged pussy was only inches from his face, leaving him at a loss for words. "And I did some checking. The age of consent here is fourteen, so I’m not jailbait."
He pushed her back, stood up, and quickly walked over to the kitchen, afraid that she might notice his hardening cock if she got any closer. He leaned against the counter that divided the two rooms and looked over at her, willing his cock to go down. It wasn’t working. Just the opposite, in fact. She stood where he had left her, looking very cute, very sexy, and still very young and innocent, dammit!
"Look, Chloe, you’re very beautiful and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted. But legal or not, it would just be wrong!"
She sighed and slowly walked over until she stood at the opposite side of the counter, facing him over it. "Tony, I’ve decided that I’m ready and that I’m going to have sex. Soon." She paused for effect, searching his eyes, then continued. "I could easily find a boy at school or in the neighborhood, but he would be as inexperienced as I am. I’d rather do it with someone I know and trust. I’ve heard you telling Mom that you’ve had a vasectomy, so I can’t get pregnant. And we wouldn’t have to worry about diseases. I know how careful you are." He silently cursed himself for admitting to her once that he always used a condom unless both he and his partner had been recently tested, trying to impress upon the budding teen the importance of safe sex. It was becoming obvious that she had been giving this some serious thought.
He stared back into her hypnotizing green eyes. She made a good point. Oh, shit! Now he was starting to think with the wrong head! He sighed and looked down at the counter for a long moment before looking back up at her.
"If, and I do mean ‘if’, I agree to this, you have to promise to tell no one. And I mean no one. Not your friends; not in chat-rooms; no one! Understand?"
She nodded, a smile forming on her lips as she felt him giving in. "I promise, Tony," she said softly, placing her small hand over his. He studied her face until he was satisfied she was telling the truth, then let out a long breath.
"If I say yes, when would you want to do it?"
Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. "Right now. Tonight. My Mom’s away until Sunday." Tony remembered Catherine mentioning that earlier in the week. She had asked him to keep an eye on Chloe while she was away. Today was Friday.
"I see," he replied, feeling his cock twitch. "And what exactly did you want me to teach you?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "I want you to teach me how to . . . have sex," she said with a shrug.
"Yes, but what kind of sex?"
This caught her off-guard. "There are different kinds?"
He nodded. His cock was now straining at his jeans and he was glad he had the counter to hide behind. "There are many different ways to have sex. There’s intercourse - screwing, fucking - whatever you want to call it." She nodded, listening intently. "Then there’s oral sex," he continued, "blow-jobs, cunnilingus." She nodded again.
"I’ve heard girls at school talking about blow-jobs. They don’t seem to like it that much."
He shrugged. "Some girls do, some don’t. You won’t know until you try."
"What’s cunni . . . cunnil . . ."
"Cunnilingus. That’s when a man does oral sex on a woman. Just about every girl likes that." He grinned and she blushed a little.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"That’s the basics," he replied. "There are many different positions, different ways to give oral, but most are easier to demonstrate than to explain." She gripped both of his hands in hers and met his eyes with a pleading look.
"So you’ll do it, then?"
He sighed deeply and looked at the pretty young virgin who was practically begging him to fuck her. "Maybe. Just how much do you want to learn?" He was hooked, and she knew it. She grinned mischievously.
"Everything. I want to learn everything!"
He looked into her eyes for a long moment then nodded resignedly. "Ok, then. Just remember your promise. Tell no one."
She ran around the counter and embraced him, her firm body pressing against the hardness in his jeans. "Thank you, Tony!"
Despite his reservations, he returned her embrace. "Don’t thank me yet. I’m still not convinced that this is a good idea. In fact, I know it isn’t!" She released him and stood back, some of her enthusiasm waning. He took her hands, his voice softening. "And one other thing. The first time, there will be some pain. It may only be a little pinch, or it may really hurt. It’s normal. It happens to every girl. I just wanted you to know."
She smiled at him. "I knew that, but thank you for being honest."
He slowly took in her tight body, knowing that she was now his for the taking, for better or worse. "Ok. Shall we get started?"
She bit her lip and nodded nervously.
Chapter 3
Tony took Chloe by the hand and pulled her to him. He noticed that for the first time, she was trembling. Reality of what they were about to do had set in. He raised her tiny hand to his lips. "Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" he asked, giving her one more chance to back out. "Because it’s not something you can undo."
She paused before answering and he thought for a minute that she was going to change her mind. "Yes, I’m sure," she finally said, looking into his soft brown eyes. "I’m just a little scared."
He took her hand and led her over to the couch where they sat down, his cock leaving a prominent bulge in his jeans. He pulled her face to his and their lips met. He probed at her lips with his tongue and she immediately parted them, inviting him in, her tongue meeting his. She was actually a pretty good kisser.
After a moment, they pulled apart and he smiled at her. "You’ve french-kissed before."
She grinned bashfully. "Only twice. But I like it."
"What else have you done before? Have you ever given a boy a hand-job?" She shook her head.
"Have you ever seen a real cock?" Again, she shook her head, seeming embarrassed. He smiled and stroked her luxuriant hair. "That’s ok, honey. I just need to know how much experience you’ve had."
She smiled at his use of a pet name. It felt nice, like he was her boyfriend. "So what’s next? Do we kiss some more?"
"Later. Right now we have to get undressed."
This seemed to lessen her enthusiasm somewhat. "Oh . . . ok." Her hands went to the hem of her t-shirt and, after a brief hesitation, she slowly lifted it over her head, pulling it free from her long hair. She was wearing a white lace bra under it that she seemed to have outgrown. Her tits were straining at the thin fabric.
"Now take off my shirt," Tony said. He was wearing a white cotton buttoned shirt and Chloe’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons. When she finally finished, she pushed it from his shoulders, revealing his bare, toned chest and arms. He was no body builder, but he was comfortable enough with his body to go shirtless at the beach, often receiving lusty looks from female beach goers. "Touch me," he said. "Rub your hands over my skin." She reached up and did as he instructed, her small hands gently caressing his chest.
After a moment, he said, "Ok, now stand up." She stood up in front of him and he undid the button of her pants. As he lowered the fly and began to wriggle the tight jeans over her curvaceous hips, she looked down at him.
"Shouldn’t we turn off the lights?"
He met her eyes and smiled as the jeans slid lower, revealing her white cotton panties. "No, definitely not. Down, maybe, but never off." He slid the jeans down her long, slender legs and she stepped out of them. He detected a musky aroma and noticed a damp spot on her panties. He explained about the lights. "If you turn the lights off, you can’t fully appreciate your lover’s body or see their face. That’s very important. It’s also important for you to tell me what you like or dislike. Understand?" She nodded, looking very much like the little girl that she was, standing there in her little girl underwear. For the hundredth time, Tony wondered what the hell he was doing. Then the scent of her sex reached him and he once again switched operational control over to the other head.
"Good. So if I’m doing something that feels good, tell me. Get real dirty. Tell me to fuck you harder. Talking dirty during sex is a big turn-on." Once again, she nodded, seeming a little self-conscious standing before him in just her bra and panties. She folded her arms across her stomach.
"Are you sure you want to keep going?" he asked.
She nodded emphatically. "Yes!
"
"Ok, just checking. You seem a little hesitant."
She forced a grin. "I’m just nervous. I’ve never been alone with a man wearing only my underwear before."
He smiled and stood up. "Ok, then, let’s level the playing field." He pointed to his jeans. Chloe undid the button and lowered the fly, her hands still shaking. She seemed to go out of her way not to touch the long bulge that went down his left leg. She knelt before him and began to work them down, her eyes riveted on the outline of his hard cock. When she had removed his jeans, her eyes once more went to his cock, now a small tent in his boxers. She started to stand up, but he placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. "You might as well finish the job while you’re there." She hesitated, then reached out and gripped the elastic waistband of his shorts. She tugged them down and watched as his cock was slowly revealed, his trimmed pubic hair forming a dark patch near the base. With big eyes, she slowly lowered the shorts until they slipped over the head of his seven inch meat and it slowly rose to attention. By the time he had kicked the boxers off, it was pointing straight out at her, only a few inches from her astonished face. She stared at it for a few seconds, then looked up at him.
"I . . . I didn’t think it would be this big!" she exclaimed, her eyes once more dropping to the hard organ. "I don’t think it will fit . . ."
He pulled her to her feet. "It will," he said softly, then kissed her. As he did, he reached behind her and deftly undid the clasp of her bra. They moved apart and he removed the too-small garment from her nicely-formed pubescent tits. They were beautiful; full and round, roughly the size of softballs. And they were firm. She didn’t need a bra to keep them in place.
"Very nice," he whispered, gently caressing them and rubbing his thumbs over her hard nipples. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Does this feel good?" he asked, still rubbing his thumbs in small circles around her nipples and dark areolae.
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Feels really good! Makes me all . . . tingly!"
He smiled down at her and continued teasing her hard, sensitive little nipples. "This is only the beginning, my dear." He took her hand and gently placed in on his hard shaft. She grasped it, her small fingers encircling it uncertainly. She was surprised at its hardness. "Stroke it. Slowly at first." She began to move her hand back and forth, her hand becoming slick from the precum that oozed from the hole in the tip. He sighed. "That’s it. That feels real good, Chloe."
He watched her tiny hand moving up and down his cock, awkwardly at first, then a little smoother as she became more comfortable. After a few minutes of this, he stopped her. She brought her hand up and stared at the wetness on it. "That’s called pre-cum," he told her. "Try it. Lick some off your hand." She lifted her hand to her face and sniffed it, then made a face and looked up at him. "Go ahead," he urged with a smile. "You said you wanted to learn everything."
She looked back at her wet fingers for a moment, then gingerly stuck out her tongue and touched it to one. She tasted it, gave him a ‘not too bad’ look, then tried a little more. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her sampling his juices. "Good girl. How is it?"
She shrugged. "Ok, I guess. A little . . . salty, but ok."
He took her hand. "Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I’ve got something to show you that you’re gonna love." He led her down the short hallway to his bedroom, opened the door for her, and followed her inside.
Chapter 4
She went over to the bed and turned to him. Wearing only the white cotton panties, she looked even more like the innocent little girl that she was. But there was no going back, now. She looked around and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Tony went over to her and kissed her. "Just lay down on the bed, baby. I’ll do the rest."
She looked up at him and he could see the fear in her pretty green eyes. "Please," she said in a quiet, plaintive voice, "please be gentle, ok?"
He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "Just relax, Chloe. We’re not going to do that yet." His eyes flitted over her nearly nude body. "I have something else planned first. To prepare you. Trust me, you’re going to like it."
She looked into his eyes and knew that she could trust him. She sat down on the bed and lay back, with feet hanging just above the floor. Tony looked down at her perfect little body, her tits flattening only slightly as she lay back. He knew she was scared and he hoped this would relax her a little. He leaned over her and kissed her. Her tongue darted eagerly into his mouth, exploring it deeply. He gently squeezed her erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and moaned into his mouth. ‘Good,’ he thought, ‘sensitive nipples.’ He broke off their passionate kiss and began kissing along her jaw line and down to the supple skin of her neck, all the while still teasing her nipples. She responded with little sighs and tilted her head back to allow him easier access. He moved slowly, planting soft kisses along her neck and down to the small mounds on her chest. He paused for a second, then slipped one of her engorged nipples between his lips, sucking on it and teasing it with his tongue.
She inhaled sharply, thrusting her chest upward. "Yes!" she breathed, closing her eyes. He nibbled on it gently, bringing an even louder response, and causing her to squirm on the bed. He continued sucking and nibbling on it for a few moments before switching to the other one. After sucking on it for a while, he lifted his face from her succulent tits and smiled at her.
"Was that ok?" he asked, giving her a quick kiss.
"Oh, yes!" she cried, her face breaking out into a wide grin. He ran his hands across her breasts and over her stomach to the waist band of her panties. Still looking into her beautiful eyes, he sensed her fear returning. He smiled and said, "Then just wait until you see what’s next!"
Without waiting for a response, he moved down, straddling her legs, and placed both hands on the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt from the bed so he could pull them down, exposing her tiny hairless pussy. He looked up at her, a surprised look on his face. "You shave?"
She grinned and nodded. "Just in case Mom lets me get that bikini!"
With a shake of his head, he stood up and she raised her legs so he could pull her panties completely off. She now lay before him on the bed completely naked. Her bare pussy, even though it was shaved, reminded him of just how young she was. But this was her idea. She had started it. And she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He tried to reconcile his doubts by telling himself that if not him, someone else would soon be doing this. Someone who may not care about Chloe’s feelings, or who may not be free of STDs. There was also no danger of an unwanted pregnancy from him. And according to the law, she was old enough. He had even tried to talk her out of it, right? His lower brain agreed wholeheartedly.
He pushed those thoughts out of his head and concentrated on the beautiful naked girl - no, the beautiful naked woman - lying on the bed before him. He took her feet in his hands and gently pushed her legs apart, holding them up so he could kiss his way along them on his way up to her sweet, virgin pussy. As he moved up past her knees, he knelt on the bed and continued his northward journey, kissing lovingly along her inner thighs. First one, then the other, until he was close enough to get a good sniff of her delicate little slit. He lightly ran a finger across her mons and she gasped, jerking slightly.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Uh-huh!" she panted.
He licked his finger and very lightly ran it along her tiny slit until he reached her erect little clit, stopping just short of the sensitive little sex organ. She moaned and squirmed under his loving touch.
"How about that?" he asked.
"Yes! Oh, god, yes!" she gasped.
"I would love to lick your pussy. Would you like me to do that?"
"Oh, yes! Please!" she cried, raising her head from the bed to look down at him with wild, pleading eyes.
He grinned. "Then ask me."
"Wh . . .what?"
"You have to ask me."
She looked at him, unsure what he wanted her to say. Hadn’t she just told him what she wanted?
"Please?"
"Please . . . what?" he teased, his grin growing larger.
"Please . . . do it."
He gave her a look of mock uncertainty. "Do what?" He smile again and kissed her stomach. "Remember what I told you earlier? You have to tell me what you want me to do." He ran his finger along her wet, swollen lips then stuck it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
Chloe sucked in a deep breath through her tightly clenched teeth as he touched her. She looked down at him as he sucked her juices from his finger, her eyes wild with animal lust.
"Please . . . lick my pussy!" she cried.
He smiled and licked his lips. "That’s better." Tony lowered his face to her pussy, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the entire length of it. Chloe practically squealed in delight.
"Oh, geez! That feels so good!"
He continued licking the tender flesh, pushing his tongue in a little deeper with each pass until he could reach no further into her warm wetness. She was so sweet that he could have spent hours lapping up her nectar. Chloe threw her head back, squirming on the bed, and gripped the covers so tight that her knuckles turned white. She had been masturbating for a couple of years now, but never had she felt such intense feelings! Tony moved up to her clit and pulled back the little hood that covered it. He touched the tip of his tongue to it and she gave a little yelp.
"Omigod, Tony! Do that again!"
Happy to comply, he flicked his tongue across the erect little bud a few times while she moaned in pleasure. When he slipped his lips around it and sucked, she cried out and arched her back off the bed.
"Oh, shit! Yes!" she cried through clenched teeth. She moaned and cried out, her head rolling from side to side. When he sensed she was about to climax, he released her clit and went back to licking her juicy pink flesh. This way, he could keep her on the edge for a while without pushing her over it.
He kept up this pattern for about ten or fifteen minutes until she was writhing on the bed in absolute pleasure, moaning and gasping. Deciding that he had teased her long enough, he took her tiny clit between his lips and began moving his tongue in concentric circles over it. At the same time, he pushed a finger into her dripping twat, being careful not to go too deep.
She cried out even louder and thrust her hips upward, trying to force his finger in further. But Tony had anticipated that and withdrew his finger enough that she didn’t accidently pop her cherry. Her moans became cries of pleasure as she continued to squirm under his experienced tongue. When he nibbled on her clit one more time, she lost it. The warm tingling feeling intensified tenfold, spreading from her belly to the extremities of her body, her muscles tensing as her climax built.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ooooo . . . .! Unh! Unh! Unhg . . .!" Her body went completely rigid and her cries faded to guttural groans as she experienced her first non self-inflicted orgasm, the sensations far more intense than any she had ever experienced while masturbating. Fireworks exploded behind her tightly closed eyes and her entire body jerked and twitched as if electrified. Tony continued sucking on her clit as her young body spasmed and twisted, her tight vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily on his finger. After a moment, he released her clit but continued to lick her drooling slit, lapping up all of her sweet juices.
She began pushing at his head with her hands, still trapped in the throes of her massive orgasm. "P . . . please! T . . . T . . . Tony! . . . Stop!"
He raised his face, her cum dripping from his chin, and looked up at her. He knew that after a while, a woman’s clit became so sensitive that it was painful to continue. Apparently, she had reached that level of sensitivity.
Wiping his chin with his hand, he slid up next to her. She lay panting on the bed, her neck and face flushed crimson red and her body covered in a sheen of perspiration. Her chest heaved as she fought to regain her breath, her nipples hard enough to cut glass. He lay beside her and watched as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high.
After a moment or two, she opened her glassy eyes and smiled dreamily at him.
"Hi," he said softly, brushing a strand of damp hair from her cheek. "Welcome back."
She looked back up at the ceiling, staring off into space. "Th . . . that was . . . incredible!" She turned back to him, her expression a mixture of disbelief and wonderment. "I’ve never felt anything like that before!"
"You’ve never masturbated?"
She looked back toward the ceiling, avoiding his eyes, and didn’t reply.
"It’s ok, Chloe. Everybody does it. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about."
She looked back over at him, not saying anything for a few seconds. "Well," she finally said, averting her eyes again. "I guess I have . . . a couple of times." He cocked an eyebrow and shot her a dubious look. "Ok, ok, maybe more than a couple of times!" She managed a grin, then inhaled deeply and closed her eyes as if reliving her orgasm. "But it never felt anything close to that!" She draped her arm over her forehead. "Now I understand what people mean when they say they see fireworks!"
He laughed softly and caressed her damp skin. Suddenly, she turned to him, her eyes blazing. "Can you teach me how to . . . do that to you?"
He grinned. "You mean, you want to suck my cock?"
She giggled, remembering the rule. "Yes, I want to suck your cock!"
He stood up. "All right." He moved to her feet , took her hands, and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again, then moved back a step. "Go ahead," he said, nodding to his erect member.
At first she just looked down at it, then slowly dropped to her knees so she was kneeling in front of him. His cock bobbed just inches from her face. She studied it for a moment, then looked up at him.
"What do I do?"
He smiled to himself. She was so innocent. "Just take in your hand like you did earlier to start," he instructed. She wrapped her hand around the hard shaft and began to stroke it. "That’s good," he said, watching her. "Whenever you’re ready, just put it in your mouth and suck on it, like you would a popsicle." She looked up at him and grinned.
"It doesn’t look much like a popsicle!"
He chuckled while she continued to slide her tiny fist up and down his slick rod. "True," he replied, "you’ll have to use your imagination. Just move it in and out of your mouth, and use your tongue. That feels really good."
She nodded. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."
"That’s what making love is all about, honey," he said, smiling down at her.
She continued to jerk him off for another moment or two, working up the courage to actually put it in her mouth. He just watched, not pushing her, and enjoyed the pleasant sensations she was creating with her hand. When she moved her face closer, he held his breath. She stuck out her tongue and touched the soft tip of his throbbing tool. He gasped, exaggerating his reaction a little, trying to encourage her to do more. She glanced up at him and sampled his precum on her tongue. The taste was stronger than before, but not at all unpleasant. She watched his face as she moved in again, licking her soft, warm tongue along the side of his shaft and glans before pulling back. He moaned a little and smiled down at her.
"That was great!" he whispered. "Please don’t stop!" He grasped his cock and rubbed the soft head over her cheek, smearing his precum. It felt so warm and soft on her skin that she wanted, no, needed, it in her mouth. Tony released his hold on it and she grasped it. Once again, she watched his reaction and parted her lips, taking the head, then part of the shaft into her warm, wet mouth.
Tony sucked in a long breath and moaned. Part of it was for her benefit, but her lips felt so good sliding along his cock and her tongue caressed the sensitive underside that it wasn’t all an act. She seemed encouraged and pushed it in as far as she could before slipping it from her lips and looking up at him. Her hand still gripped it and she automatically began stroking him as soon as it was out of her mouth.
"Was that ok?" She was surprised by how much it had turned her on to have his cock in her mouth. She had thought it would be disgusting, but it wasn’t. Just the opposite, in fact. And the fact that it gave Tony such pleasure was an even bigger turn-on.
"That was perfect, baby," he replied, smiling down at the pretty naked teen kneeling before him. "How did you like it?"
Instead of answering him, she grinned, then took him back into her mouth, pushing it in until she began to gag, then she began moving back and forth, sucking and slurping on the hard phallus. Tony placed a hand on her head and closed his eyes.
"Oh, yeah! That feels wonderful!" Chloe kept bobbing her head, her hair moving across her shoulders and brushing against Tony’s thighs. The taste of his precum was even stronger now and the feel of his hard shaft and soft glans on her lips and tongue excited her even more.
"Oh, yeah! Faster!" he sighed, gently pushing her head faster. Anxious to please him, she applied herself, sucking harder. Her saliva hung in a long string from her lower lip, but she paid it no mind, instead concentrating on his pleasure. "Oh, shit! You’re gonna make me cum, baby!" he gasped.
Suddenly, she pulled her mouth free and looked up at him, her eyes wide. "You want to . . . cum in my mouth?!" she asked, making a face. She had never actually witnessed what happened when a guy came, but she had heard plenty of stories.
He smiled and shook his head, his hand stroking his wet cock. "Not if you don’t want me to. I’ll warn you in lots of time so you can pull off. I’ll shoot onto your tits and you can try some." He brushed the hair from her face. "It’s a real turn-on to cum in your mouth, though. Especially if you swallow it," he added.
She made another face. "Ewww! Girls do that?!"
Chloe had taken over jerking his cock and he nodded. "Oh, yes. Some girls love doing it. Others just do it to please their man." He shrugged. "And some girls won’t give blow-jobs at all."
She cocked her head and stared up at him. "Not at all?"
He shook his head. "Nope."
She looked down at his cock, the head now purple. "I kind of like it," she said, almost to herself. "It turns me on." She looked back up at him.
"Well, maybe you’ll like swallowing. But you can try that later if you want to." He nodded back down. "Do you think you could finish me off? I promise to warn you."
She grinned, nodded, then slipped her hot little mouth over his engorged head and began to bob back and forth. Thoughts drifted through her mind. Would it be so bad? Does it taste like his precum? That wouldn’t be too bad. She wondered how much there would be? Those and other thoughts ran through her mind as she continued giving her very first blow-job. Tony’s eyes were closed and his breathing was becoming ragged. He was moving his hips, matching her rhythm.
She made up her mind. ‘What the hell,’ she thought. ‘He said guys love it and I want to please him.’ If it tasted bad, she could always spit it out, right? No big deal.
Tony began moving his hips a little faster, forcing her to increase her tempo. A few seconds later, he gasped, "Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum!" He started to pull from her mouth, but she put her hands on his ass and held him in place, still sucking hard and bobbing her head rapidly.
"Chloe!" he said, opening his eyes in surprise. "I said I’m . . . oh! Ohhh! Arghhh!"
A warm, salty, and thick substance hit the back of her mouth and began to trickle down her throat. Her mouth was filled with the semi-liquid cum a split second later as more of his hot load was ejaculated from the depths of his cum-filled balls.
Feeling a little overwhelmed and not expecting so much, she pulled her mouth from his spurting cock. A flood of white semen ran from her open mouth and dripped down her chin to her tits and stomach. She watched in wide-eyed wonder as Tony jerked the last remaining shots onto her tits. She had swallowed some, but most of it coated her mouth and ran down her chin. Her tits were also well splattered with gobs of the sticky goo.
She looked up at him. Strings of cum connected her upper and lower teeth. She closed her mouth and swallowed, then licked her lips. "Was that ok?"
He caught his breath and looked down at her, concern in his eyes. "Didn’t you hear me warn you?"
She nodded and wiped some of his seed from her chin. "I changed my mind." With a grin, she placed her cum-soaked finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "Mmmm," she murmured, licking her lips. "Now that I know what to expect, I’ll be more ready next time!"
He chuckled and helped her to her feet. They kissed, his cum mixing with the remnants of hers in his mouth. They pulled apart and he looked at her cum-drenched body. "I think we could both use a shower. You, especially!"
She turned and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. She laughed at her appearance and turned back to him.
"I guess I could!" She kissed him again, then added in a very sexy voice, "That was really hot! Can we fuck next?"
He laughed and pulled her sticky naked body to his. "What have I done? Created a teenaged nympho?"
She narrowed her eyes and squinted up at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Does that mean yes?"
Chapter 5
Tony took her hand and they started toward the bathroom. Before they had taken two steps, the phone on the table beside the bed began to ring. They stopped and Tony glanced over at, then to Chloe. "Let the machine get it," he said, and took another step. Chloe didn’t move, but looked up at him, her mood somber.
"It might be Mom," she said, looking furtively at the ringing phone. "If there was no answer at home, she’d probably call here next."
Tony considered this, then nodded and went over to the ringing phone. Chloe perched on the bed while he answered it.
"Hello? . . . Oh, hi Cathy." His eyes drifted over Chloe’s naked body, splattered with his jism while he listened to her mother on the phone. "Yes, she’s here. She needed some help with an essay. . . No, no problem at all. Happy to help. . . .Sure, she’s right here. Hold on." He passed the phone to her.
"Hi, Mom . . . I know . . . yes . . . Soon. We’re just watching a movie . . . No, it’s finished. Tony was a great help . . . Uh-huh . . . Ok . . . Love you, too . . . Bye." She passed the phone back to him and he replaced it in the cradle. "She was afraid I was being a pest," she said and reached out to fondle his limp penis. He felt it twitch at her touch. "Am I?" She grinned up at him, cum still congealing on her chin and tits.
"Yeah," he laughed, "that’s what you are, all right!" He pulled heeer to her ft. "Come on, let’s get cleaned up."
He led her down the hall and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then stepped aside so she could get in first. He got in behind her and watched as the water beaded on her sweaty skin. She looked even sexier with the steamy down her flesh, washing away the remains of his semen. She turned to face him, wiping the water cascading water from her pretty face and smiling up at him. They embraced and kissed. Tony felt his cock regaining its hardness as it was crushed against her flat stomach, the warm water spraying over both of their naked bodies.
He picked up the soap and began to lather her up, working his way across her perky tits, down her flat stomach, and between her long legs. She closed her eyes and he heard her gasp over the sound of the shower as he slipped a soapy finger along her pussy, gently cleaning her. He dropped to his knees and soaped up her legs, then helped her rinse the suds from her skin. He couldn’t resist giving her mons a kiss and when she opened her legs instinctively, he began licking her tasty pussy. She moaned and placed her hands in his wet hair, holding his face tight to her little pussy. He lapped away for a few minutes, almost bringing her to the brink of cumming, before getting to his feet and kissing her.
She returned his kiss passionately, driving her tongue deep into his throat. Then she pulled her lips from his and glanced down at his semi-hard dick before looking back into his eyes. "My turn," she said with an impish grin, and picked up the soap.
She lathered up his chest and arms, taking her time, then slowly moved lower, her hands caressing over his stomach, then around to his butt before she dropped to her knees and did his legs. Finally, she lathered up her hands and began to soap his balls and now fully recovered cock. She made a big production out of cleaning his package, her small hands caressing and teasing him until he was aching for release. She rinsed him off, then with a wickedly bad grin, opened her mouth and slid half of his hard cock into it. He moaned as her warm mouth encircled his dick and began sucking. She wasn’t hesitant this time and attacked his cock like a pro, her tongue teasing it as her head bobbed back and forth.
He was able to take her improved ministrations for several minutes, but only because he had just came. Even so, the feel her hot little mouth and the sight of her wet head moving back and forth while she made love to his cock with her mouth was bringing him closer and closer to blowing another load down her throat. And he had other plans for the next load. Reluctantly, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her from his throbbing meat.
"Ahhh . . . Chloe, you better stop," he gasped. She gave him a disappointed look, then he helped her to her feet and they kissed again. "I need to stay hard if you want to fuck," he told her. She smiled dejectedly and nodded. Tony reached behind her and turned off the water, then picked up a towel and began drying her. He couldn’t resist kissing her firm tits and giving each nipple a little suck. He finished drying her off then allowed her to dry him, stopping her as she made a move to take his cock back into her mouth again. It was becoming all too clear that this little minx loved to give head! "Uh-uh," he scolded as he took a step back. She looked up at him and flashed a toothy grin.
"Aww . . .!"
He chuckled and shook his head. "Come on, let’s go back the bedroom. I think I can cure this lustful behavior there." She stuck out her tongue at him, jumped to her feet, then turned and ran from the bathroom, her cute naked ass bouncing down the hall. Tony laughed to himself, put the towels in the hamper, and followed her down to the bedroom. He stopped short in the doorway, his eyes taking in the scene on his bed. She was sitting on the bed, leaning back on one arm with her legs spread wide and her other hand rubbing her bare beaver. Her eyes were open, watching him, then she closed them and tilted her head back, sighing in pleasure as she masturbated for him. For a long moment, he just stood there watching this beautiful, sexy teen get herself off.
He couldn’t just stand and watch any longer. His hard cock ached to be in her tight little pussy and he crossed the room in three quick steps, kneeling before her widely spread legs. He watched her rubbing her clit then looked up into her eyes, wild with lust and desire. He pulled her hand from her engorged pussy and took her fingers into his mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. He let her hand go and immediately planted his face in her dripping snatch, licking as much of her wetness as he could.
She moaned and lay back on his bed, her hands going to her tits. She tweaked and teased her nipples as Tony lapped away at her pink flower. While her pussy tasted exquisite, he longed to be inside her. He lifted his head from between her milky thighs and leaned in to kiss her. She returned his kiss with a passion that surprised him. Her tongue explored his mouth feverishly, soft moans escaping her lips. He leaned in closer and allowed his prick to rest against the delicate folds of her labia. She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips up in an attempt to increase the contact. Tony began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, her soft warmth renewing the feelings deep in his balls. She broke off the kiss and looked up into his face, her breath ragged and eyes sparkling.
"That feels so good!" she gasped. "Fuck me, Tony! Please!"
He wanted to do this slowly and savor the moment, but she was adamant, constantly pushing upward and trying to force him inside her tiny virgin twat. He kissed her softly.
"Easy, Chloe. There’s no hurry. It’ll be better if we take it slow at first."
She stared into his eyes for a moment, then gave a resigned sigh. "Ok, whatever you say. I just need to feel you inside me!"
"All right. Just try to relax." He reached down and positioned the tip of his cock at her opening. She wriggled under him, obviously enjoying the feel of his cock on her moist pussy. "Here we go. Remember to relax; just let it happen." She nodded, chewing nervously on her lower lip and he gently applied pressure.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then he felt her start to open up and, ever so slowly, he began to enter her. She inhaled a sharp breath as her pussy spread and she felt his cock slipping in. It didn’t hurt; not at all, which kind of surprised her. He kept going until he felt her vagina close around the base of his glans and looked into her face, which was twisted into a grimace, like she was waiting for the pain to begin at any second.
"Are you ok?" he asked. She opened her eyes and met his.
"Uh-huh," she said, nodding, and still biting down on her lower lip.
"Ok, just relax. You’re doing fine," he said soothingly. He pushed in a little further and she closed her eyes, her hands gripping his back, as another inch slid in. He knew her hymen wasn’t in much further and wanted to loosen her up a little before he touched it. He began a slow, shallow fuck and she grunted every time he pushed back in, but didn’t complain or indicate she was in any discomfort.
After a few minutes of this, he started to go a little deeper. He still moved slow, fighting back the urge to unleash his load in her tight, wet tunnel. She licked her lips and looked up at him, studying his face as he moved closer and closer to her cherry. He was constantly talking in low soothing tones, reassuring her that she was doing fine and that it would soon be over and she would never have to fear sex again.
Finally, the tip of his cock pushed up against her barrier and she cried out, her fingers digging into his back.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, wincing. He backed off and stopped moving, giving her a moment to recover.
"I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts, but there’s no other way," he said softly, kissing her forehead.
She looked up at him, the pain evident in her bottle-green eyes. "I know," she whispered. "Just give me a minute, ok?" He nodded, then kissed her on the lips softly, lovingly.
"Let me know when you’re ready," he said, smiling down at her.
She took a few deep breaths, then nodded. "Ok, I’m ready," she said. He could feel her vaginal muscles flexing on his shaft.
"You have to relax," he told her again. "It won’t be as bad if you do."
She closed her eyes and he thought she might start to cry, but the she opened them again. "I’m trying, but it’s really hard," she said.
He caressed her cheek and nodded. "I know it is, and you’re doing great. Ready?"
She took another breath. "Ok, let’s do it. I want to get it over with."
He began to move in and out again, being careful not to touch her hymen. He felt her relax a little, but she was still understandably tense. Their eyes were locked on one another as they continued the slow, shallow fuck. Then Tony went in deep enough to touch her barrier again. She let out a little yelp, but before she could react further, he pulled out and thrust through her cherry, stopping as soon as he tore through.
Chloe felt another twinge as he touched her maidenhead again but before she could do no more than cry out, he thrust in again and an intense pain filled her womb. She cried out and dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, creating tiny red welts under her fingers.
"Owww! Oh, shit!" she cried through clenched teeth. It felt like her pussy was on fire and it throbbed against the invader that had penetrated it. Tony didn’t move, but watched her face until the pain eased a little and she looked up at him. Tears ran down both cheeks and her lower lip trembled. It pained him to have inflicted this hurt on her, but he vowed to make it up to her.
"Are you ok?" he asked, his face concerned.
She let out a breath and nodded. "I . . . I think so. That really hurt!" He kissed her teary cheeks.
"I’m sorry," he whispered.
"N . . . no," she said, shaking her head. "Don’t be. I’m glad it was you." She managed a pained smile and then grimaced as he moved slightly, causing the pain to flare up again.
He kissed her again. "Me, too." His expression turned somber. "We have to keep going, honey. It’ll hurt for a while, but I promise you it will feel better real soon." He looked down and saw that there was still a few inches to go before he would be completely inside her. She followed his gaze, lifting her head from the bed. Her eyes widened when she saw how far his cock was buried. She laid her head back down and closed her eyes, breathing through the pain.
After a few minutes, she looked up at him. He was watching her with a concerned look on her face. She managed a smile.
"S . . . starting to feel a little better," she said in a hoarse voice. Tony relaxed a little and returned her smile.
"That’s good," he replied. "Let me know when you’re ready, honey. The worst is over. It’s only going to get better."
She nodded and moved her hips slightly, wincing a little. "Ok, go ahead," she said. "I’ll tell you if I want you to stop."
Tony nodded and pushed a little further into her tight pussy. She gasped and closed her eyes, but didn’t tell him to stop, so he kept going. She tossed her head from side to side and her hands twisted the covers into knots. He continued to slowly squeeze his dick into her until he was completely inside her. He closed his eyes, concentrating hard to keep from erupting. She was so goddam tight! When he was back in control, he brushed a tear from her cheek and she opened her eyes.
"That’s it, honey. You took it all!" He leaned back so she could see that his cock was now completely inside her tiny body.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, her big eyes moving from their connected bodies to his face. She could feel it inside her, pulsating. Even though she was still hurting, she was beginning to feel just an inkling of pleasure.
"Ready to continue?" he asked.
She nodded, her pretty eyes pleading. "Uh-huh. Just go slow . . . at first."
"Of course," he said with a gentle smile. As Chloe watched, he slowly extricated his cock from her, coated with her juices and glistening in the light from the table lamp. He paused with just the head inside her, then began to push it back in.
Chloe watched until he was halfway in, then lay her head back. There was still pain, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. She couldn’t believe it was finally happening! She was actually having sex with the man she had decided long ago would be the one to take her virginity!
They kept up the slow, easy fuck until Tony noticed her body start to relax. She was still incredibly tight and it took everything he had to keep himself under control, but he was somehow managing. As she became more accustomed to his cock, he felt her vaginal muscles relax somewhat and found it a little easier to move. She began moving with him, meeting his thrusts and he started to pick up the pace a little. She began to moan, softly at first, then with more urgency as he picked up the pace.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned, her eyes still closed. "Don’t . . . stop!" Obviously, she was now experiencing more pleasure than pain. He increased his speed more until he could feel his balls slapping against her ass. She was matching his pace, her young body pumping to meet his cock, forcing it deep into her newly deflowered cunt.
"Yes! Fuck me! Oh, yes!" He was more than happy to oblige her. He lifted her legs over his forearms and lifted her a little from the bed. He began to pound away at her from the new angle, which allowed him to get in just a little deeper. She cried out in pleasure. "Oh, shit, yes!" As he drove his cock into her tiny body over and over, he watched her tits jiggling as her whole body rocked from his powerful thrusts. Fuck, she was so sexy!
Chloe, now long past any pain, was completely caught up in the feelings of intense pleasure her body was sending to her brain. Tony would pump her furiously for several seconds, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then would slow down for a bit before speeding up again. Every time he fucked her to the edge, her orgasm seemed to build in intensity. She knew when she finally did cum, it would be like no other orgasm she had ever experienced.
"Oh, yeah!" Tony gasped as he began to pound into her again. "I’m . . . getting . . . real close . . . baby!" She felt herself building up to another release.
"Oh, yeah! Cum for me!" she cried, slamming her body against his. "Cum in my pussy!"
Tony squeezed his eyes closed and hammered away at her relentlessly. He wasn’t stopping this time until he deposited his seed in her tight little cunt. His breathing became ragged and he felt his balls tingling. Chloe was wailing loudly and meeting his powerful thrusts. He craved release and knew it was only going to be a few seconds.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned as his body stiffened and he felt his cock swell. He erupted into her, feeling his cum shoot from his overworked dick and fill Chloe’s little pussy. He held it tight into her as far as it would go, his body jerking as he shot load after load into her hot little fuck hole.
Chloe was determined that this time she was going to cum and began bucking her hips frantically against Tony’s. When he told her he was close to cumming, she felt herself start, too. Then, his sperm began to shoot against the sensitive lining of her womb and it sent her over the edge. She groaned as her orgasm built, then exploded. Tiny starbursts went off behind her eyelids and she felt herself becoming lightheaded as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her. She could feel the warm, slippery jism leaking from her tiny pussy as Tony’s cock forced it from the tight confines of her ravaged little cunt. Her body jerked uncontrollably as her orgasm began to ease.
Tony slowly pulled his shrinking member from her drooling twat, releasing a flood of their mixed juices to the sheets. He sat down on the bed next to her, panting with exhaustion. Chloe lay there, her legs spread wide and cum running from her gaping pussy. Her body was still buzzing and every few seconds she’d jerk as another small aftershock hit her. Tony flopped back on the bed, laying beside her. Both of their bodies glistened with sweat and they were panting for air. Chloe finally turned her head to him, then reached over and caressed his arm.
"Th . . . thank you, Tony!" she gasped with a warm, contented smile. "Th . . . that was amazing!"
He rolled onto his side and looked at her, a smile on his lips. He reached out and stroked her hair, damp with perspiration. Their eyes met and for a moment they just looked at one another, words unnecessary.
Finally, Tony spoke. "You are truly a very beautiful woman, Chloe." She moved closer to him and he wrapped her small body in his arms, holding her close.
They lay like that for a long time, whispering sweet nothings to one another and enjoying the feeling of being held. Finally, Chloe felt his cock beginning to rise again, pressing against her leg. She looked down, then back up to him and grinned.
"Again?" She giggled and shook her head. "As much as I’d love to, I’m afraid I’m a little sore!" She gingerly touched her tender pussy, wincing.
Tony laughed. "It’s ok, baby. It’s hard not to get aroused lying her with you, but I’ll be ok."
A very mischievous look came over Chloe’s face and she sat up, pushing him onto his back. She kissed him, then moved down to his chest, licking each of his nipples. Her hand went to his nearly hard cock and began to stroke it while her lips made their way down his chest and over his stomach. Tony watched with amused interest as she kissed around his pubic area, then looked up at him with a huge grin.
"I just love sucking your cock!" she whispered, then sucked nearly half of his cock into her mouth, her tongue moving sensually over it. He lay back on the bed, wondering if he could handle this teenaged nympho’s sexual appetite. He decided that there was only one way to find out, and sighed as she began to bob her pretty little head up and down. After all, they had all weekend!
And he had promised to teach her everything.
The end (?)