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Introduction:

This is a nasty one, the wildest I've ever written. It won't be to everyone's taste, but for those who enjoy this sort of thing, I hope you like it.
Intro

I'm not exactly what you'd call the most successful guy of my generation. I've always been the kind who likes to just skate by, rather than really trying to excel at anything. From the time I was in first grade, I knew I could manage to get through, and get good grades, without really trying too hard, so I figured there's no reason to knock myself out when I don't have to. Besides, there was alway something more fun and interesting to do than put a lot of effort into studying.

Elementary school, junior high, high school, didn't matter. I did just what I needed to and nothing more. Even when I got to college, I still managed without trying too hard. Once I was out of college, of course, I had to work, and I was afraid at first that my easy life would come screeching to a halt. Silly me. I'm a writer, and I'm actually fairly good at it. Not best-selling novels or anything like that, I do technical writing. And it turns out that I can bang that out with no more effort than it took for me to slide through my classes in school. What's more, I do it all online, so I'm not tied to a desk or an office. It also helps that I don't have really expensive tastes, so I don't need to have a ton of money coming in. Life has been pretty good. I even get some women once in a while. I'm 5'10", a very solid 180 pounds, with short dark hair and brown eyes, apparently a pretty attractive package to some women. Not that I'm looking for anything serious. I'm not interested in being tied down to a woman, either.

So here I was, 30 years old, enough money coming in so I was comfortable, not much in the way of worries, when I got an offer that was too good to pass up. I may not be successful, but that doesn't mean that none of the people I know are. Like John Mason, for example. He's a college buddy of mine who got filthy rich with some Internet stuff just after he got out of school, and was smart enough to put the money away instead of spending it. We've stayed pretty tight since we graduated, so it was no big surprise when he gave me a call. What he wanted was, though.

"Yeah, Pete, I'm heading off to Europe for six months, leaving next month." This was in April. "I know you're not tied into any long-term housing situations," which was his way of saying I rented a ratty little apartment that embarrassed most of my friends. Like I said, not real big on the expensive tastes. "I need somebody to take care of the house while I'm gone, and I was wondering if you'd be interested. Free rent, just take care of the place."

"Dude, that sounds great! Love to." Of course I would. John lives in this fancy country-club type area in southern California. It's kind of in the hills and near the coast, and not far from the Mexican border if you decide you want to take a quick trip to where the law enforcement isn't quite as professional. I've been to the house a few times, and it's really nice, and not monstrously big like a lot of the ones his neighbors have. John lives alone, like me. Has the same aversion to commitment. We set up a time to get together to go over the details. It was beginning to look like it might be a good Summer.

New in Town

The original plan had been for John to still be around when I got into town so he could introduce to some of his neighbors and help me get oriented a bit. Things didn't work out that way. I had some personal shit go down, not really important or relevant, but it meant that I couldn't get to his house to get settle in until a couple of day before he left for Europe. He had told his neighbors that I was going to be staying there, so they wouldn't call the cops on my when I showed up. My first day there I spent some time unloading stuff from my car and getting it stashed where I wanted it, then headed for the shopping district. I needed to fill the car up with gas, and wanted to grab something for dinner.

I was inside the convenience store at the gas station when I saw a guy looking at me like I was from Mars. He was probably about 40, roughly my size, with hair that was just starting to go gray. He looked like my idea of the typical rich middle-aged California dude. Polo shirt, khakis, deck shoes, sweater tied around his neck (it was 75 freakin' degrees, for God sake), sunglasses on top of his head. My lack of interest in expensive shit extended to clothes. I was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a T-shirt, none of which were particularly new. I couldn't figure out why he was giving me the evil eye. Then, all of a sudden it was like a light went on in his head, he smiled at me and walked over.

"You must be the one who's staying at John Mason's house while he's gone. I'm Jack Stevens." He extended his hand, now that he'd decided I wasn't one of the barbarians come to overthrow his empire.

"Pete Newsome. Nice to meet you." I wasn't at all sure about that, but I had to live among these people for the next six months, no reason to antagonize them any sooner than I had to.

"Same here. By the way, I'm having a party on Saturday." This was Wednesday. "You should come over, give you chance to get to know some of the people around here."

"Sounds like a good idea. What's the dress?" I could tell I'd won a few points by asking.

"Just casual. You have an email address, I can send you all the details and directions."

I fished a business card with my email on it out of my wallet. Looked like the business card won me a few more points.

Jack headed out the door, saying, "See you on Saturday." I waved, wondering what I should wear to the party. I had a feeling that my idea of casual wasn't exactly the same as his.

The Girls

The rest of the day Wednesday was pretty much just getting settled in, figuring out where everything was in the house, and finding a few more things around town. I got my laptop set up and connected to the Internet, so I could work if I really felt the need. Given my generally lazy nature, and the fact that food was going to be just about my only expense for the next six months, I had a feeling the need wasn't going to be too pressing.

Thursday I decided to just indulge my lazy side as much as possible. I knew that eventually I'd get bored with doing absolutely nothing and get out and walk, or drive somewhere, or read, or, yes, maybe even work, but that was going to take more than a couple of days to kick in. Thursday was going to be the ultimate "do nothing" day.

I slept in until about 10:00. At that point even I couldn't stay in bed any longer, so I got up, made some coffee, and munched down a couple of cinnamon rolls I'd bought at the store the day before. Usually my laziness doesn't extend to food - I'm a good cook, and I enjoy it. But not today. Today anything I ate was coming out of a package. I wasn't even going to drive to a fast-food joint. Making the coffee was about as much effort as I was going to put into anything. And there I really had no choice. I just can't function without the coffee. Literally. I'm such a caffeine addict that if I don't drink enough coffee I get a vicious headache.

When I finished eating I spent some time surfing on the computer. No, not porn. Not that I don't indulge, but I just wasn't feeling particularly horny that day. Whacking off would have been work than I was willing to put into anything anyway. I just checked out some news, and looked at my email to make sure there was nothing work-related that required immediate attention. There wasn't, but Jack had been true to his word. He'd sent the me all the details for the party on Saturday, including directions on how to get to his house, which wasn't all that far away from John's.

After I got bored with the computer I settled in for some seriously lazy time. John's house has a kind of old-fashioned style to it, including having a porch that runs all the way around the first floor. I plopped down in a chair in front and didn't move for about four hours except to refill my coffee cup and make more. I actually dozed off a couple of times.

I was just coming to from one of those impromptu naps about 2:30 when I noticed a couple of girls walking down the street. At that point I was up for watching anything, there hadn't exactly been much traffic going by during the day, on foot or in cars. The girls were wearing matching white blouses and dark skirts that, even at a distance, I could see had to be school uniforms. As they got closer I could tell that they were talking, although I couldn't hear what they were saying. As they reached the end of the driveway, which wasn't as long as most around there, I heard one of the girls say, "Oh come on, what can it hurt." Then they surprised me by turning up the driveway and walking toward me.

I could see now that they were young, probably fourteen or fifteen years old. I'd been right about the clothes, definitely school uniforms. The two were about the same height, about 5'2". One of them was absolutely gorgeous. Blond hair, obviously natural, pulled back into a ponytail. an oval face with perfect blue eyes, a straight nose and a wide, bow-shaped mouth that just screamed "I want to suck a cock." Damn, maybe it had been a little too long since I'd had any action. She also had breasts that looked like a solid B-cup, not bad for a girl that age, and her hips had a nice curve to them, too. The other girl was positively mousy by comparison. Not that she was ugly, but she couldn't compare with her friend. Dirty-blond hair, also in a ponytail, green eyes, fairly thin lips. Her face was thinner, too, and her body looked like it hadn't developed as quickly as her friend's. She didn't look like a boy, but she definitely didn't have the same kind of curves as the other. It looked like the classic case of the class beauty and her plain Jane best friend.

The two climbed up the steps to the porch, and the prom-queen girl said, "You must be the one who's staying her while Mr. Mason is gone for the Summer." She had a gleam in her eye that I couldn't quite place.

"That's me. I'm Pete."

"I'm Tracy, this is Amber." I wondered how Amber liked having Tracy speak for her. She was probably used to it by now.

"On the way home from school?"

"Yeah, we're in eighth grade." I was right about the age, then, probably fourteen. "It blows. I can't wait until we get into high school next year."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I remember those days. I hate to disillusion you, but high school's not all that much better than junior high"

"At least there'll be some older guys." Ah, that was what the gleam was, the signature of the incorrigible flirt. I hadn't been expecting it from a girl her age. She was likely to cause somebody some real trouble before she was through.

"Tracy, we should get home, we don't want to be late and get into trouble." It was the first time Amber had said anything.

"You don't want to, you mean." That was probably true. Tracy didn't strike me as the kind who cared whether she got into trouble or not. "Okay, we'll go. See you later, Pete."

"Bye, girls." Tracy waved as they headed off down the driveway. Amber just looked nervous.

The Party

Friday was pretty much a replay of Thursday, except with no junior high girls walking up the driveway to relieve my boredom. I actually thought about sitting out on the porch about the same time that they'd come by to see if they'd stop again, but decided I wasn't quite that hard up for female companionship. Although it was getting close, it really had been a while since I'd gotten any.

On Saturday I was less lazy, although I still didn't exactly exert myself physically. I spent most of the day doing things on the computer, including some actual work. I'd gotten a request, with specs in my email late Friday afternoon. They wanted it by the next Friday, which was going to be a snap. I got most of it knocked out on Saturday before it was time to head for Jack's party. I just needed a conclusion and a little polishing, another hour or so at most.

I threw together some stir-fry chicken with rice pilaf for dinner, and dug out my best clothes to get ready for the party. If I was lucky my "best" would just meet the minimum requirements of what Jack and his friends considered "casual."

Jack's house was just about what I expected, big and ostentatious. I had an entry way that wouldn't have been out of place in a medium-sized art museum (complete with the art), and dual curving staircases that led up the second floor where, I presumed, the actual living quarters were. It looked like the entire first floor was set up for entertaining.

Jack greeted me like I was an old friend (you have to be a good actor and a major hypocrite to survive in that kind of society) and introduced me to his wife, Laura, a curvy blond who looked to be about the same age as Jack. Then came the surprise.

"And this is my daughter, Tracy." Yes, it was the prom queen-half of the two girls I'd met while lounging on my porch. I should have expected it; this was exactly the kind of family that would have a daughter like her. She was wearing a slinky, cream-colored dress that was probably inappropriate for a girl her age.

Tracy smiled, shook my hand, and said, "We already met, Dad. Amber and I stopped and introduced ourselves on the way home from school the other day. He was out on the porch when we went by. Nice to see you again." Tracy wandered off to do whatever teenage girls do at parties that are profoundly boring, while I spent some time talking to Jack and Laura and being introduced to other pillars of the community. That process also included ingesting large quantities of liquid refreshment. Alcohol is one of the things that makes that world go round, and I like my alcohol as much as anyone else. My poison of choice is beer, and they had some really good beer. The result, of course, is that I found myself with a serious need to find a bathroom in a house in which I had no idea of which way to look. I was lounging near the base of one of the staircases, trying to figure out which way to go, when Tracy walked up.

"Hey, you live here. Could you show me where a bathroom is, before I explode?" I grinned, and so did she.

"Follow me." She started up the staircase. I wasn't sure her parents would approve of her taking me upstairs to find a facility, but I was in no condition to argue. She showed me into a fairly large bathroom and disappeared out the door. I had just gotten my dick out and was prepared to unload the beer when the other door (which I hadn't really noticed) opened and Tracy walked in. She had an evil grin on her face. I was trying, not very successfully, to close my mouth.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you that this is my bathroom." Tracy locked the door behind her, walked over to me and dropped to her knees.

"Tracy..."

"Shut up." She wrapped her fingers around my cock and guided it into her mouth. I moaned as I felt her soft lips close around the head. Her tongue rolled around the tip, then licked the sensitive spot underneath. My cock started to swell, and Tracy took a couple of inches into her mouth, stroking the rest of my dick at the same time. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. I wondered exactly what the fuck I was doing, letting a fourteen-year-old girl suck my cock in her parents' house, while her parents were downstairs, but it had been a while, and the beer was affecting my ability to think. Yeah, that's it, I'll blame it on the beer.

My cock was completely hard now, and Tracy was kind of purring around it as she sucked. I wasn't sure how much more of that I could take. I pulled her mouth off my dick and looked down at her.

"You don't want me to cum in your mouth, do you?"

She gave me that wicked look again. "Not this time."

I helped her get up, at the same time unfastening my pants so my cock was more free. I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the sink, pushed her dress up around her waist, spread her legs. I reached between her legs, ripped the crotch out of her panties. (Not recommended, by the way, I almost took off a finger. Those things are tougher than they look.) I moved between her legs, pressed the head of my cock against the opening of her pussy. She was dripping wet.

"Fuck me!" It was almost like she was begging. I shoved my cock into her hard, felt her hymen rip. I hadn't expected that. Fourteen or not, she hadn't been acting like any virgin. I've popped a few cherrys, but I never had a girl react to it like Tracy did. She didn't cry or complain about it hurting. When I tore her open, her eyes got wide and she got this wild look in her eyes. The pain just seemed to turn her on more. This was one dirty little girl.

I started sliding my cock in and out of her, moving deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was clutching at me, shoving her hips out against me with every stroke. She moaned into my ear. She was enjoying this a lot more than I was used to with a virgin. I don't know how long I fucked her, the beer was making me a little fuzzy. It seemed like forever, but probably wasn't really very long. Suddenly Tracy stiffened, then gasped, her body shaking. She buried her face in my shoulder, bit down. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, and I felt my balls tighten, then send my cum rushing through my cock into Tracy's cunt. She shook more as I filled her with my semen, locked her legs around my hips. We both gasped for breath as our orgasms subsided, and I moved to pull out of her, my cock beginning to soften.

"Don't. Keep it there."

"Uh, remember why I came in here in the first place?" Now that I had shot my load, my bladder had decided to reassert itself.

"Just do it where you are!" I couldn't believe it. Tracy was still clinging to me, holding me against her with her legs. I didn't have any choice any more. I relaxed, felt a huge stream of piss pour out of me into Tracy's pussy, mixing with my semen and her juices, running out around my cock and down into the sink. That was a new experience.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Tracy's body shuddered again while my piss streamed into her. Damn, this girl was as wild as anything I'd ever seen. And probably as dangerous.

After I finished filling her cunt up with piss, Tracy finally unlocked her legs from around me so I could pull out and start putting myself back together. I was suddenly a lot more sober than I'd been a few minutes before, and wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I wiped myself off, pulled my pants up, flushed the toilet, and headed our of the bathroom. I could hear Tracy giggling behind me.

After I got back downstairs, I found Jack and made some kind of excuse for having to leave, not really sure what it was I came up with. I didn't want to be there if Jack figured out what his daughter had been doing in her bathroom. Although, as I left, I couldn't resist the thought of how much fun it would be to see the look on his face if he ever did find out.

Dirtier Girl

The next week nothing happened that was really noteworthy. I got to know a few more folks around the neighborhood as I ventured out a little bit, and ran into Jack and Laura a couple of times, but mostly it was just lots of reading and relaxation, with a few hours of work thrown in just for the variety. I was starting to think about what I wanted to do with my weekend. Heading for the beach didn't sound too bad. Or maybe just a long walk up into the hills. I was in need of some kind of exercise beyond pounding my fingers against a keyboard. I was also thinking that I might want to go somewhere that could offer the opportunity for hooking up with a member of the opposite sex. Fucking Tracy had been great, she was wild, she was tight, she let me piss in her (???), but it had been quick and wasn't something that was likely to be repeated. The main thing it had done for me was remind me just how meager my love life had been. Might just be time to do something about that.

On Saturday, about 10:00 in the morning, as I was trying to finally decide exactly what I was going to do with my day, there was a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anybody, and tried to figure out who it might be. Tracy wasn't one of the guesses, but that's who was standing on the porch when I opened the door. She had on a loose T-shirt and jeans, and it was pretty obvious by the way her tits were bouncing that there was no bra under the T-shirt. I'd have bet money that there was nothing between the jeans and her skin either.

She ignored by open-mouthed stare, breezily said, "Hi," walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it. She was on her knees and had my cock out of my jeans before I had time to do anything except close my mouth.

"This time I do want you to cum in my mouth." She took my limp dick into her mouth and began sucking on it, hard, at the same time starting to massage my balls with her fingers. Like I said, I may have been the first one to stick a cock into her pussy, but she'd definitely had some in her mouth before me. I started to get hard as soon as she started sucking me, and I was fully erect in seconds. She was doing a great job, her tongue was driving me crazy licking me, but I needed more. I reached down, locked my fingers into her hair, and shoved my dick into her mouth as deep as it would go. She gagged as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. I angled her head so I could get more of my shaft into her, and began wildly face-fucking her. She gagged and choked as I forced myself farther down her throat, and I was pulling on her hair viciously, but she didn't try to stop me. No surprise there. She had that wild look on her face again, the one that said she'd do anything, anytime, anywhere, with anyone. I could feel my balls start to tighten. I pulled on her hair again, drove into her mouth until her nose was buried in my pubic hair my cock filling her throat.. My cum exploded out of my cock, stream after stream pouring straight down her throat into her stomach. She didn't even have to swallow.

I finished shooting, released her hair and stepped back. Tracy coughed a couple of times, then looked up at me with an expression of unbelievable bliss. Her body was shaking as she said, "Omigod that was incredible! I almost came just from having your cock down my throat!"

"Just wait until what you get next, baby!" I'd decided I was going to find out if this girl had any limits after all. I was going to live to regret that.

***
With my dick still hanging out, I picked Tracy up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed a little when she bounced on the mattress, reminding me how young she was. I had my own clothes off in seconds, and it was time to start working on hers.

I grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and had it off over her head with one pull. Yep, no bra, just a really nice pair of B-cups, round with hard brown nipples. I stretched out next to Tracy on the bed and pressed my mouth against hers while I moved my hands to her tits. I started milking her tits, hard, twisting them, and pinching the nipples. I figured Tracy would like that. When she broke off the kiss to start moaning I knew I was right. Since my lips and tongue weren't occupied with her mouth any more, I decided to put them to other use.

I moved to earlobe, licked it lightly, poked the tip of my tongue into her ear. Tracy squirmed, gasped. I moved back to the earlobe, sucked it into my mouth, chewed it with teeth.

"Yeah, god, bite me. I want you to bite me." I assumed she meant in more places than just her ear. I moved my mouth to her neck, licked up and down her throat. I moved to the hollow at the base of her throat, set my teeth on either side of her windpipe, and bit lightly, while I pinched her nipple. Tracy's body jerked like she was being electrocuted.

"Fuck, yes, god!" I couldn't see her face, but I was pretty sure that wild animal look was back. I was going to have to be careful; it was obvious she was going to really like things that could be dangerous if I let them go too far.

I began to slide my hand down over Tracy's bare belly, feeling her muscles twitch as my fingers tickled her skin. That left her tit open, and I moved my mouth to it, running my tongue around the base, then licking up along the bottom of her tit until I reached her nipple. By now there was a constant stream of moans pouring from the teenager's throat. As I unfastened Tracy's jeans, I flicked the tip of my tongue over her nipple, teasing it, then pulled it between my lips, sucking on it.

"Uh uh, more, harder!" My fingers slide inside Tracy's jeans, reaching for her pussy, while I opened my mouth and sucked in about half her tit. I sucked for a second, then bit down, harder than I normally would have. Tracy's body writhed against me as I raked my teeth over her tit out along her tit to the nipple. I bit down. Hard. Hard enough for real pain. At the same time, my fingers had reached Tracy's cunt, and I raked my finger over her clit. She exploded.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Then it was just strangled, growling noises coming from her as the orgasm caused to body to thrash on the bed like a chained animal. (Hmm, might have to see how she likes being tied up.) I kept rubbing her clit and chewing on her nipple until she slumped back on the bed. I looked at her for a few seconds, saw her breasts moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath, her belly rippling. But mostly I saw that look on her face again, the wild animal look, the one that said the more depraved the sex got, the better she would like it. I felt a momentary twinge of fear, I'd never been involved with anyone quite this wild before. But I ignored it.

"Hey, baby, we're just getting started." I grabbed her jeans, pulled them off, leaving her naked on the bed. The look on her face said she wanted more.

***
I crawled between Tracy's legs, pushed her knees apart so she was wide open. She wasn't shaved, but didn't have a lot of hair. I had to remind myself again that she was only fourteen. The smell of her pussy was incredible, sweet and sharp at the same time, and I wanted my tongue on it. I used my fingers to spread open her slit, then lowered my face to her crotch and slid my tongue out against her lips. I licked the lips of her pussy first, savoring the smell and taste of her young hole, then shoved my tongue up inside her, lapping the juices out of her into my mouth. Tracy was beginning to squirm again, and I could hear her moans. She pushed her pelvis out against my mouth and I tongue-fucked her, rolling my tongue up and thrusting in and out. Then I pulled back and began to lick, long, slow strokes moving the entire length of her slit. I started at the thin strip of flesh separating her pussy from her ass, moved up just letting the tip of my tongue glide between the lips of her cunt, all the way until my tongue flicked over the bud of her clit at the end of the stroke. Then back down, repeating. On the third or fourth time, I let my tongue drift farther back at the beginning of the stroke and touch Tracy's asshole. She jerked. Probably the first time she'd been touched there by anything. I moved a finger between her ass cheeks, touched the tip to the ring of her anus, and began massaging it, not moving inside, just letting her feel my finger press against her.

Tracy had been moaning and gasping more as I licked her, but now she practically screamed at me, "Stop teasing me!" I had a pretty good idea of what would satisfy her. I moved my mouth to her clit, sucked it in between my lips. She gasped, hard, went rigid. I swirled my finger around the rim of her anus, then shoved it in all the way with one push. A second later I bit down on her clit as I curled my finger up inside her ass and wiggled it.

"Aaaaiiiieeee!" Tracy's back arched, her hips rose up off the bed. She froze there in a bow for a couple of seconds, wailing, then crashed back down, gripping my head and pulling it tighter against her cunt. Her shoulders jerked up as the muscles in her pussy and ass went into spasms. Her belly heaved.

"Uh uh uh, yes, god, don't stop!" I sucked her clit, bit it again, twisted my finger in her ass. Her body convulsed one final time, then she collapsed back on the bed.

"Oh fuck!"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I intend to do!" My cock by now was as hard as it ever gets, and ready for some serious action. Tracy actually managed to giggle, which wasn't easy since she was still trying to catch her breath. She still had that lust-crazed look on her face.

"I want you to put it in my butt." I chucked, and she shot me a dirty look. "What's so funny?"

"You're the dirtiest girl I've ever met and you say 'put it in my butt'? You can't say you want my cock in your ass?"

"Yes, I want your cock in my ass! I want you to fuck me in the ass!"

***
I rolled her over onto her belly, pulled her ass up into the air so she was on all fours. I knelt behind her, spread her ass cheeks with one hand, held my cock in the other and guided it to the little puckered hole. Normally when I take a girl up the ass I'm gentle, especially if it's her first time. With Tracy I was pretty sure I didn't have to worry about that. I pushed just hard enough to pop the head of my cock inside her, felt her ass muscles tighten around me. Then I slammed forward, burying my entire shaft in her ass in one movement.

"Ahhhh, god yes, fuck me!" Pain and pleasure seemed to be just two sides of the same coin to Tracy. Popping her cherry, opening her ass for the first time, biting her most sensitive spots. The more it hurt, the more she seemed to like it. Now I was pounding her ass, and she was practically screaming in bliss. She got her hands up on the headboard of the bed to brace herself, and began thrusting her ass back against me as I moved in and out of her ass. I reached around her with both hands, moved one to her pussy, the other to her tits. I was clawing at her, pinching and twisting her nipples, pressing my finger hard against her clit, then shoving two fingers up her cunt. My fingers and cock could feel each other through the flesh separating her two holes. I was grunting, she was squealing with every stroke. Her ass was as tight as anything I'd ever been in, and I didn't think I was going to last too long, but I surprised myself, was able to keep it up for quite a while. I brought Tracy to the edge of an orgasm three times, then backed off, slowing my strokes, moving my fingers away from her clit and nipples, letting her body come down slightly, before I picked things back up. Each time I eased up she growled, cursed me for being a dirty bastard, pushed back harder against me with her ass. And then rose even higher when I started fucking her in earnest again.

Finally, I couldn't take any more, and neither could she. I could feel my balls starting to pulse, knew I was going to cum soon. I leaned over and whispered, "Do you want me to cum in your ass?"

"God, yes, shoot it in my ass!" It was a hoarse rasp, she'd been doing too much screaming while she got fucked. I grabbed her chest, pulled her upright so she was leaning back against me, clawed at her clit. One final thrust of my cock, all the way into her ass, and I felt my semen begin to shoot out into her bowels. She shuddered, then spasmed hard. It was all I could do to hold her against me. This time she didn't scream, she just let out one gasping moan after another as I emptied shot after shot of cum into her. My balls gave their final shot, and I fell forward with a groan, taking Tracy with me, laying on top of her. She was panting.

"Shit, girl, you're a wild woman. And I've got lots more I can show you, if you're interested."

"Mmmm, yeah. I want to do it all." That didn't surprise me a bit. It wasn't going to be now, though. We both drifted off to sleep, and by the time I woke up, Tracy was gone.

Stranger Days

The next couple of weeks were among the strangest I've ever spent. Tracy was coming over about every other day, and every time she showed up, she expected me to have something new to show her, to do with her. She had an insatiable sexual appetite, both in the sense of wanting to be fucked often and in the sense of wanting to do something different. She hadn't been kidding when she'd said she wanted to try it all.

I was beginning to have some misgivings about the entire situation. First of all, of course, there was the fact that she was only fourteen years old, and if anybody found out about what was going on, I was going to spend a long, long time as a guest of the state. Beyond that, though, Tracy was an incredibly demanding lover, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to keep satisfying her. In fact, I wasn't sure any one man would be able to satisfy her for long. That brought up two potential problems. One was strictly selfish. I wanted to keep fucking her, she was as good as anybody I'd ever had, and this was the first time in a while I'd gotten anything on a regular basis. I was afraid that if I couldn't keep coming up with new ideas, she'd just toss me aside and look for somebody new.

The second possible problem was more serious. I could see the possibility that if she did get bored, she might not only dump me, but tell someone about what we'd been doing to punish me. Because it had become obvious that one of the reasons Tracy was such a demanding lover was that she was a spoiled brat who was used to getting her own way at all times. And she could be very vindictive when she didn't. I'd even seen her be that way toward Amber, who was her best friend, and followed her around like a pet dog. I didn't really want to take a chance on having her turn on me.

The sex, though, that was something else. She liked pain. She liked to be abused, tied, humiliated. I can't even tell you all of the things we did. Some of it is just a blur, anyway, and if I tried to run through all of it, it would take way too long to describe. But you have to hear some of it, just so you know just how wild this little girl could be, and what it was doing to me.

***
The first time I tied her up, I used a soft rope that I'd gotten for an old girlfriend who liked to be tied. I tied Tracy's hands together, then tied the end of the rope to the headboard of the bed, so she couldn't move. I got her on her knees, and was fucking her from behind, loving the way her tight little teenage pussy held onto my cock. Since she liked new things, I did something different. I slapped her ass, hard enough to leave a red hand imprint.

"Oh fuck!" Her pussy twitched around my cock. I slapped her again, even harder. She gasped, her pussy pulsed again, and she lowered her face to the bed. I reached up, grabbed her hair, pulled her head up.

"Keep your head up when I'm fucking you, bitch!" She growled deep in her throat. I pulled harder on her hair, slapped her ass again, and felt the spasms start in her pussy and spread through her body as an orgasm rolled over her.

"Hit me! Hit me again!" I did, over and over, and each time she gasped, until finally she had no strength left and slumped down onto the bed, whimpering. I still hadn't cum, so I pulled my cock out of her, moved so that I was kneeling next to her head. I lifted her head up by the hair, pointed my cock at her mouth.

"Suck me slut, until I cum in your mouth." She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, began sucking, although she was too worn out to do much. It didn't matter, by then I didn't need much. I was still holding her by the hair, and held her head in place while I fucked her mouth. Within a few seconds I was cumming into her mouth. She gulped down as much as she could, but some leaked out onto her chin, dripped onto the bed. When I finished cumming, I let go of her head, and she simply laid it down in the puddle of cum. I untied her hands, and saw that she had rubbed her wrists raw against the rope with her thrashing. Good thing it hadn't been cuffs, or a real rope. I looked down at her, lying in my cum, more of it on her face, her ass cheeks red from the beating I'd given them. Maybe I'd gone too far this time. She smiled up at me.

"God, Pete, that was unbelievable! That was the hardest I've cum yet!"

***
Another time, after we had finished up a hot session of sex in bed, Tracy decided that she needed to take a shower. That was fine with me, but of course I wasn't going to let her jump into the shower without taking me along. We were busily scrubbing each other, both of us getting hornier by the minute, when Tracy looked at me seriously and said, "Do you have to pee?"

I chuckled a little. "Well, yeah, but it can wait until we get through in here."

"No, I don't want you to wait. I want you to pee on me, now." She had the look of a wild animal again. I shouldn't have been surprised, since she'd had me piss inside her the first time we fucked, but it still shocked me. "Please, I want to taste your pee."

"Come, on, you don't really want that, do you?" I kind of chuckled, thinking she might be kidding, although I should have known better by now.

Her eyes flashed, not just the wild lust I'd seen in them before, but something different, even darker, something uncontrollable.

"Pee on me, now!" It wasn't a plea any more, it was a command. And I had no choice but to do what she wanted.

"Get down on your knees." She knelt in front of me, the water from the shower rushing over her back. I stepped back to the end of the shower. Tracy was looking up at me with anticipation, her mouth open. I relaxed, let fly with a stream of piss right into Tracy's face. I aimed it into her mouth, and she let it splash down her throat, gulped at it, trying to swallow as much as she could. It sprayed over her face, her tits, her belly. She giggled as my piss covered her, then leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth, letting it shoot into her throat, swallowing furiously.

My cock started to stiffen as soon as she wrapped her mouth around it, and was fully hard by the time I finished emptying my bladder. Tracy sucked it, taking it deep into her throat, and cupped the fingers of one had around my balls, squeezing and pulling on them. I was groaning. I held her head and shoved my cock farther into her mouth. Then Tracy slid her hand back, behind my balls, and I felt her finger digging between my ass cheeks.

"Oh shit, baby, what are you going to do?" She couldn't answer, with her mouth full of my cock, and all, so she just showed me. Her fingertip wiggled up into my ass.

I grunted. I jerked. She shoved more of her finger into me, and I felt like my cock had grown an extra inch reaching down her throat. My ass clenched around her finger and she started moving it in and out of me, finger-fucking my ass while I slammed my cock into her mouth. I felt like my cock was bigger and harder than it had ever been, and the sensation was so intense I couldn't hold back any more.

"Oh fuck!" I drove my cock as far down Tracy's throat as I could, holding her face against my crotch, and started shooting an incredible load into her, while my ass pulsed on her finger. I thought I was never going to stop cumming, and when I did I was so wasted I had to lean back against the wall of the shower to steady myself.

"Damn, girl, you'll do anything!"

"Just about." Tracy was grinning now, but I couldn't help thinking about how she'd reacted when I didn't do what she wanted quick enough. And wondering what would happen if I ever told her no.

Warning

I was walking out to my car to go do some shopping when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Pete, I need to talk to you." I tuned around and saw Amber in her school uniform. I think it was the first time I'd ever seen her without Tracy around. It was like she didn't really have any existence apart from being Tracy's mousy little friend. She walked over, stood between me and the car leaning back against the car door like she needed support.

"Okay, Amber, what's so important?" She looked nervous, maybe even a little scared.

"Tracy told me all about what you too have been doing." Oh, shit, I need somebody else knowing about that like I need to be castrated with a dull knife.

"What do you mean?" Yeah, play innocent. Maybe it's not what you're afraid of.

"She told me you've been doing it to her. She told me all of it, the first time in the bathroom, that you tie her up, that you put it in her butt. All of that stuff." Oh, damn. "You should be careful with her, she's dangerous."

"What do you mean?"

"Tracy will do anything to get what she wants. Anything." She really looked worried. I chuckled, even though what Amber was saying reinforced what I already begun to suspect about Tracy.

"In that case, I've got no problems, because she's getting exactly what she wants!" Amber reached up, ran her fingers across my cheek..

"I'm serious. I don't want anything to happen to you." I was worried about Tracy telling someone else what was going on, but it Amber seemed to be thinking about something else, like Tracy trying to do something to me physically. That I could handle. She was still a fourteen-year-old girl, after all.

"Don't worry. I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself." I grinned at her, but was actually moved that she was so worried about me. I touched her cheek, let my fingers drift down, along her jawline, farther, down to her throat. She swallowed as my fingers trailed past her Adam's apple, down to her chest. We were looking into each other's eyes, and Amber managed to look terrified and needy at the same time. I undid the top button of her blouse, then the second. The fear was still there on her face, but the want was overtaking it, and she was making no effort to move away from me. I slid my hand inside her blouse, cupped it around her breast, squeezed her through her bra. Amber closed her eyes and whimpered.

I bent down and pressed my lips against Amber's. She parted them, took my tongue into her mouth, sucked on it. So she wasn't completely innocent about what to do with a man. While I tasted her lips and tongue, I slid my free hand up under her blouse in back, found the catch of her bra, and worked it free. Now a could put my hand directly on her breast, feeling her skin against mine. Amber moaned into my mouth as I milked her tit, squeezed it, pinched her nipple. I moved my hand out of her blouse, slid it down over her belly, to the level of her thighs. I began pulling up the front of her skirt. Amber broke off our kiss, looked at me. The fear was back in her face again, but she still made no move to get away, or to stop me.

When I had her skirt lifted up to her waist, I laid my hand on her belly and slid my fingers down under the waistband of her panties. Amber sucked in her breath, licked her lips. I was pretty sure this was more than she'd ever done with a man before. My fingers slid lower, through the hair covering her mound, down between her legs. I let me fingertips brush over the lips of her slit.

"Oh god! Mmmm!" Amber began chewing on her lower lip. I curled my middle finger up and slipped the tip between her pussy lips and up inside her.

"Ah! Pete! Oooohhhh!" I slid my finger in and out of her a few times. I wanted to make sure she got something good out of this, and I was pretty sure that she wasn't the kind of girl who was going to get off on the pain of getting her cherry popped like Tracy. Amber was leaning back against the car, her eyes closed, and was beginning to thrust her hips out against my hand as I finger-fucked her. I moved my thumb to the top of her slit, searching for her clit. When I found it Amber jerked like she'd been slapped.

"Yes! God, right there!" Amber was sucking breath in through her open mouth. I rubbed her clit harder with my thumb, still sliding my finger into her pussy, which was soaking wet by now. With my other hand I undid another button on her blouse, then buried my face between her small tits and began licking and sucking them. Amber was mewling like a kitten now, holding my head against her chest, her pelvis moving against the thrusts of my hand. I knew she was close to an orgasm, and moved in for the kill. I pinched her clit between my thumb and finger, and squeezed.

"Ah! Ah! Ohhh fuuuuck!" Her hips bucked, the muscles of her pussy spasmed around my finger. Her belly tightened and released, tightened again. Then she relaxed back against the car, gasping for breath.

When she caught her breath, she smiled sweetly at me, and said, "Now I know why Tracy likes being with you so much. Wow!" Then she noticed that I was undoing my pants. She licked her lips as she watched me free my cock from my underwear. "Pete, are you going to do me?"

"Yes, Amber, I'm going to do you." I hadn't heard anybody say it that way in a long time.

"Like you do Tracy?"

"No, honey, you're a lot different than she is." As I moved toward her, Amber reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties, stepped out of them. I pushed her skirt up again, pressed the tip of my cock against the opening of her pussy. At least she was good and wet, that would make it easier. I wedged the head of my cock inside Amber and shoved into her hard. I felt her cherry pop, and my cock slid all the way inside her.

"God, it hurts!" Amber was biting her lip. Her eyes were closed tightly and I could see tears leaking out, running down her cheeks. I held my cock inside, her, didn't move. I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear.

"It'll only hurt for a minute, honey. Just try to relax." She sobbed against my shoulder for a few seconds, then lifted her face up to look at me. I felt her hips move out against me. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was still inside her, then shoved back in. She moaned, met my thrust with her own. I started fucking her for real.

I knew I wasn't going to last long, for some reason I never do with virgins. I held out as long as I could. When I felt the semen start to boil up out of my balls, I pulled Amber close, drove into her as far as I could, and let my cum pour out into her pussy. I grunted as I came inside her, my cock pulsing inside her tight cunt. Amber let out a gasp and shudder as she felt my cum filling her up. It wasn't a full-blown orgasm, but it was still a nice way to finish off her first fuck.

"God, Pete, that was nice. Did I do okay?"

"Mmmm, you were great, honey." I kissed her gently and started to pull up my pants, suddenly very aware that were standing in my driveway. Amber suddenly looked scared again.

"Oh god, we can't ever let Tracy know that we did this. She'd go crazy!"

"Don't worry, Amber, I'm not going to say anything." I grinned at her as I watched her button up her blouse and pick up her panties. "And now I've got to go to the store, and you've got to go home. She headed off as I climbed into my car for my shopping trip, feeling pretty good about myself. After all, it's not every guy that gets to pop two fourteen-year-old cherries in the same summer.

Two Lovers

It might sound like the perfect situation. In town for the Summer, you suddenly find yourself with two teenage lovers. One is girl-next-door sweet and loving, the other is an absolute wild woman. Both want to learn everything you can teach them.

Yeah, if you described it to me and said I could have it I'd have jumped at the chance. Funny how things aren't always what you think they're going to be.

Oh, the sex was great. I like variety in my sex, and between Tracy and Amber there was plenty of that. Actually, there was plenty of variety just with Tracy, as you probably noticed by now, and Amber was completely different in bed. Liked to cuddle and kiss, was into gentle rather than rough. She was also more passive, in the sense of letting me lead her into new things rather than being the instigator. She wasn't passive at all when we were actually fucking, she liked it just as much as Tracy did, she just liked a different format.

No, it was the other things that were making me feel like I was going nuts. Like the way Tracy was getting more demanding. I should have expected that, I was just too wrapped up in the whole crazy teenage sex maniac thing to pay enough attention to her personality. Even after the incident in the shower and the warning from Amber, it still took a while for just how much of a selfish control freak Tracy was.

And then there was Amber. She was scared to death of Tracy, or specifically that Tracy would find out I was fucking Amber, too. Amber was always going on about how Tracy would do anything to get her way, and if anybody crossed her, Tracy would make them pay. Well, she could certainly make me pay if she wanted to. If she opened her mouth about what we'd been doing together, I'd spend many years as a guest of the state. I knew some people who worked for the Department of Corrections. I'd heard the stories about what happened in the joint to guys who were in for sexually abusing kids. I suspected that telling the other inmates that the girls had begged me for it wouldn't get me much slack.

Amber's attitude, and my own feeling that Tracy just might decide to rat me out if she found out about Amber, meant that the two of us had to really sneak around to get anything in. I mean, even more than I'd normally have to sneak around to have sex with an underage girl.

I was pretty much becoming a hermit. I was afraid to go out in public and actually run into other people - I was sure that I'd look so guilty that they'd instantly have me arrested. The dream Summer was turning into more like alternating insomnia and nightmares. But there was still the sex. And it was still great. If I'd only had any idea of just how vindictive Tracy was capable of being, I'd have run away like a dog.

The End

Tracy was gone for a few days. Family vacation. It actually felt kind of relaxing to me. Less to worry about. It also meant that Amber and I could get together with only the usual paranoia, instead of having to worry about Tracy on top of everything else.

Amber came over on Saturday afternoon. I met her at the door with a big kiss. She always tasted sweet, and I was getting hard as soon as I felt her body pressing against mine.

"God, I want you so bad!" she gasped out after we finished the kiss. It had been a while, we hadn't both been able to get away from Tracy long enough to do anything lately. I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her into the bedroom.

Amber was wearing a tank top and khaki shorts, and I started stripping them off her immediately. As soon as I had her naked, she returned the favor, pulling off my T-shirt and jeans in nothing flat. Then she knelt in front of me, wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my cock, and swirled her tongue around the head.

"Mmmm, good, baby!" Amber was much more conservative at sucking cock than Tracy (surprise). she wouldn't take it back into her throat, and she never let me cum in her mouth. But she was so good with her tongue and lips, especially on the head of my dick, that I didn't care. I loved having her give me a blowjob.

Now she let the head of my cock slide into her mouth. She teased me with her lips, then took in a little more and used her tongue on the underside of the head while she began bobbing up and down on the top of the shaft and stroked the bottom with her fingers. At times like this, I could forget about all the bullshit and just enjoy myself. Now I just lost myself in the feeling of Amber's mouth and fingers on my cock. And that was one nice feeling. My balls started to tighten and knew I was going to cum soon. And I knew Amber would want me out of her mouth when I did. She usually didn't let me get this far.

"I'm about ready to cum, baby." Normally that was her cue to take my cock out of her mouth so I'd shoot on her tits and belly. This time, though, she just purred around my cock and kept sucking. "Amber, I...oh shit!" The first shot of cum boiled out into Amber's mouth, which was still fastened tightly on me. She took it, gulped, swallowed another, and another. I was ecstatic, but confused. When I finished shooting, and she finished swallowing every bit of it, I lifted her face up.

"I wanted to give you a surprise." She was smiling sweetly.

"Well, that was definitely a surprise. And a good one." I pulled her to her feet, tossed her onto the bed. She giggled as I crawled between her legs. The giggles stopped as soon as my tongue hit the lips of her pussy, replaced by moans. She was hot and wet, but I went slowly, licking lightly around her lips. I wanted to give my dick a little time to recuperate. When some stirrings started in that department I dove in, letting my tongue dip into Amber's cunt, licking up all the way to her clit.

"Yes!" It was a gasp, and about as much as she ever said during sex. She was a moaner and panter, not a talker. As I licked her, and teased her clit, I slipped one finger between her ass cheeks and let it move toward her anus. I'd never touched her there, wasn't sure she'd like it. But she'd let me cum in her mouth, and I wanted to see how she'd react. I rolled my tongue over her clit, let my fingertip brush over the ring of her ass at the same time.

"Mmmm." I popped the tip of my finger just inside her ass. "Ah! Oooohhh!" Amber pushed her pelvis down against my finger, forcing a little more of it up her ass. So much for that worry. I fastened my lips on her clit and started to suck as I wiggle my finger deeper into her. back entrance.

"Oh oh oh oh god! Uuhhnnn!" Amber shook, I could feel her muscles spasming all through her body. I kept sucking on her clit and reaming her ass as she gasped for breath until finally she pushed my head way. "Stop!"

While she panted on the bed, still trembling, I lifted myself up on my knees and showed her still cock.

"Look what I've got for you, baby." I grinned, so did she.

"Do me, please!" She still said it that way. I didn't care, as long as my cock got to be inside her pussy. Which was exactly where I put it now, lowering myself on top of her and fucking her with long, slow strokes. That was what she liked, at least at first. It really stimulated her. She was moaning and clutching at me in no time. I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, kissed her deeply, licked and sucked at her throat. Amber was on the verge of another orgasm now, her breath catching in her throat. I was about ready to cum myself. I felt Amber's body stiffen, her back arched up off the bed. Her muscles spasmed around my cock, and that was enough to cause my balls to contract and send a fresh load of semen pouring into Amber's cunt. I buried myself in her, held it there while I finished spurting my cum inside her, felt her body trembling against mine, listened to her moan out her own orgasm.

We relaxed, cuddling together the way we usually did after sex. And then the world ended.

"Is this what the fuck goes on when I'm not here?!" I don't know why Tracy was there when she was supposed to be out of town. I have no idea how she managed to get into the locked house. Amber always did say she knew things no fourteen-year-old girl should know. But there she stood, fury on her face and a carving knife in her hand. Amber jumped out of bed to face her.

"Tracy, what are you doing?" She looked terrified. Tracy's hand flashed up, down. About three inches of the knife blade buried itself in Amber's chest, next to her left breast. Amber looked at me, pleading, opened her mouth to say something, then went pale and crumpled to the floor in a pool of her own blood, the knife still wedged in her chest. She shuddered, then went limp, dead or dying.

I slowly pulled myself up off the bed, staring at Tracy to avoid looking at Amber's body on the floor. She had the look of a wild animal suddenly freed after living in a cage for years. The violence had unleashed something inside that terrified even me. As I stepped toward her, I noticed to my horror that my cock was getting hard.

Tracy saw it, too. She stared at my cock, breathing heavily, obviously turned on by everything that was happening.

"I'm the one you really want, right? You want to fuck me."

"Yeah, baby, I want to fuck you." My voice was low, almost a whisper, and raspy. I wasn't quite sure what I was doing or saying. I was sure that whatever life I'd had up to that point was over.

I reached Tracy and began ripping her clothes off. Her T-shirt hit the floor in shreds, I broke the clasp on her bra when I pulled it off. I jerked her shorts and panties off without even unfastening them. With every move, Tracy was breathing heavier, looking more out of control.

I picked her up, pinned her against the wall, and slammed my cock into her hard enough to knock the breath out of her. I started fucking her viciously, ramming her harder than I ever had with any woman before. She loved it.

"Yes, Pete, fuck me! Fuck me so hard I can't move! Oh, god, shit!" After that she was incoherent, moaning and making wild noises in the back of her throat. She was thrashing against me so hard she nearly knocked my cock our of her. I raked my nails along her sides and she almost screamed. I slapped her ass, hard, and felt her pussy contract around my cock. I licked her throat, sucked on it, then bit down. I thought I might draw blood. Tracy's body went rigid, then began to vibrate so hard she was almost going into convulsions.

"Fuck fuck fuck, yes, more!" she screamed as her body exploded in its orgasm. My balls twitched, sent the first pulse of my cum through my cock and into her pussy. As I started to cum, I closed my hand around Tracy's throat, lightly at first. She gasped as my cum in her cunt and my hand on her throat intensified her orgasm. It was all I could do to keep her pinned up against the wall.

As I felt my balls emptying, I stepped back, pulling out of Tracy, letting the last spurt of my cum splash against her belly. I closed my hand tighter around her throat, leaning against her for leverage. Tracy realized what was happening, mouthed "No!" unable to get enough breath to talk.

"Yes." That raspy whisper again. It was all I could say.

I saw Tracy's face turn a pasty purple, her eyes roll back in her head. Whiffed the smell of death as she voided her bowels and bladder. Felt her go limp as her windpipe collapsed under the pressure from my hand. I stood there for a few more seconds, squeezing, leaning against her, then let go. Tracy's body slumped to the floor. My arm was shaking. I was breathing in deep gasps. I felt like I was going to throw up.

No, I had to get some control of the situation. I took one last look at the bodies, then quickly got dressed and grabbed a few extra clothes. I was in southern California, Mexico wasn't that far away. Chances were that I was a dead man, that I'd never make it across the border before the girls were found and the alarm went off. But I didn't really have much choice. I'm on the road, now, on the way to Tijuana. The story will be on the news, so you'll know if they caught me before I hit the border or not. If they didn't, don't wait to hear from me.
9 comments

silvershadoeReport

2014-12-19 04:53:56
Great story. The ending was perfect.

anonymous readerReport

2010-09-12 19:03:54
i'm 13 and i think your stories are so hot. thjs kind of made me wish i had a neighbor to show me this stuff.

hmmmmmReport

2009-05-31 04:08:03
I loved EVERYTHING, but the ending. I'm not into murder and shit. But I loved how she finger fucked him. That made me REALLY wet.

Coldcase187Report

2009-05-13 00:40:00
Great story. Very hot and I loved the ending. Awesome. Just awesome.

little_miss_goth_childReport

2009-05-10 01:18:13
Yet another amazing work to come from your mind. I must say, your writing style intrigues me. A few small spelling errors but no one is perfect. Keep writing always.

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