Teen Sex Obsessions
(M+/Ff+, inc, anal, oral)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Anna Scott couldn't believe the strange sensations she had been having inside her pussy for the past week. Tingling, tickling, sometimes throbbing needs seem to surge through her loins at the slightest hint of sex or romance. And Anna wasn't quite sure in her fourteen-year old mind what the difference was! She knew, of course, what males and females did together. She'd seen the textbooks, but books are very dry and academic ways to really hear or learn about sex. In the case of Anna's experience, a much more graphic and direct route to being sexually educated had come the day she had overheard Mina Barton and Ellie Wilson talking in the girls' john at school.

Both Mina and Ellie had perfectly awful reputations, and Anna had wondered at the time if they would have gone right ahead with the obscene conversation even if they had known she was sitting in one of the stalls at the far end of the restroom.

"How was he?" Mina slurred, her voice low and husky but perfectly audible to Anna.

"As good as you promised," Ellie Wilson hummed. "God, I thought that sonofabitch was going to suck me to death before coming up for air!"

Anna heard Mina's lewd giggle. "You mean you actually got Kirk to eat you. Oh, wow, and I thought all he wanted to do was fuck!"

A crude shock had zoomed through Anna's body at the mention of Kirk Moore's name. He was captain of the football team, and he sat right next to her in English class!

"He fucked me, too," Ellie hummed again. "You didn't tell me what a big, hard prick he has. I think he made me cum three or four times before he got his own rocks off."

"He can shoot, can't he? He damned near knocked me off my ass when he...."

"Shhhhh! Somebody's coming!"

Anna had sat in the stall with her fists clenched tight and her face flushing with shame at the words her two classmates had bandied back and forth so glibly. Anna had never in her life let filthy words pass from her lips. She knew the words: fuck, pussy, shit, prick, and so forth, but she considered herself much too nice a girl to ever utter them! But Ellie and Mina seemed to be using the words as if they were as common as cat and hat! After the person had left the john, Ellie and Mina had continued their lurid details of what Kirk Moore could do to a girl.

"Did he try to make you suck him off?" Mina demanded, impatiently.

Her friend snorted softly. "Yes, but I didn't."

"You didn't? You're slipping, Ellie. Kirk just loves to be swallowed. He probably won't ask you out again. He told me that he had even taught his little sister to suck his cock."

Ellie gave a small gasp at that information. "He must have been lying about that, Mina. Dena Moore is only eleven-years old!"

"I don't care if she's a midget from Borneo," Mina purred, a grin in her voice, "if Kirk said he taught her to suck his beautiful, big prick, then I'll bet she does! Lucky little girl, if you ask me!"

"Y-you mean once upon a time you sucked on Kirk?"

"If you call last Wednesday night once-upon-a-time! We did it in the back seat of his car, at the drive in movie."

"Wow! How was it?"

"Listen, Ellie, if you have to ask how it feels, then you don't really want to suck a boy's prick. I think it's just the greatest thing since horseshoes!"

"You're terrible, Mina," Ellie husked softly.

"Oh, yeah? Well, apparently Kirk Moore thinks I'm pretty damned good. He's promised to introduce me to his cousin who's coming home on leave from the Navy. He said his cousin has a cock swinging between his legs that would make Secretariat look like a day-old colt!"

Ellie chuckled wickedly as the two girls passed back out of the john door. And Anna heard Ellie's last shameless words: "I'll take sloppy seconds on Kirk's cousin. They say a sailor does it better than anything on two feet!"

It had been a whole week now since Anna had overheard the lascivious conversation, and the day she had heard it had marked the beginning of her own problems. That tingling pussy. The numbing, painfully pleasant tingling along the edges of her nipples until they were firm and perky inside the cups of her training bra. It was driving her a little bit mad! She couldn't quite get her mind off of Kirk Moore! And yet Anna knew deep in her breast that she could never be like Ellie Wilson and Mina Barton. She just couldn't turn herself into that kind of wanton slut. Besides, even if a boy like Kirk would do the most bestial things with girls like Ellie and Mina, he could never respect them afterward.

Anna had seen Kirk and other boys follow Ellie and Mina with their eyes as the two little whores strolled down the high school hallways, their breasts sticking sharply out under their tight sweaters and low-cut blouses. Anna had seen how the boys grinned and whispered to each other, making lewd comments on what they would do with either of the two sluts. And Anna had also noticed with what politeness and gentlemanly consideration the boys treated her, especially Kirk Moore. And she liked that, even if she knew she was missing something else in life. Something that came sooner to girls like Ellie and Mina than it did to nice girls. But sometimes things do have an odd way of happening to even nice girls, and it happened to Anna one Saturday morning when she went down to have breakfast with her Mom and Dad.

"I told you the neighborhood was falling apart," Rita Scott was muttering to her husband as she dished his eggs into his plate.

Anna's father was paying very little attention to his wife, and he only put down his newspaper when Anna came around to the side of his chair and gave him her super nice, early morning, hello-Daddy kiss.

"Hi, skipper," Richard Scott grinned, giving his teenaged daughter a light slap on her butt as he had done since she was old enough to toddle. Anna smiled, then took her seat at the table.

"I don't even think you care about what kind of people move in next door," Anna's mother said, coldly.

Richard Scott sighed and glanced over at his worried wife. "Look, Rita, so some people move into the old Howard house right next door to us. They've got as much right as we have to improve themselves. Since you're from the Deep South, you ought to be grateful they're not black folks."

"Who moved in?" Anna asked, chewing at the edge of her toast.

Her Mom gave her a helpless glance. "They're white-trash, that's what they are. And I don't want you having anything to do with the boy."

Anna's heart bounced once or twice. "How old is he?"

Her Dad grinned and looked at his wife. "See? Your daughter isn't prejudiced."

"How old is the boy, Daddy?" Anna insisted.

"I'd say about seventeen, and Mr. Wright has a daughter, too. About your age, Anna. Or younger."

"That doesn't mean you have to rush over and become friends," Anna's mother snapped. "I don't like the idea of this Mr. Wright not being married."

"He was married, honey," Richard sighed, "his wife just divorced him, that's all."

"And so why didn't she take the children?"

Richard shrugged. "Maybe she didn't want 'em. None of our business, anyhow."

Anna took a small breath. "Do you think it'd be okay if I went over and met them, Daddy?"

"Sure, I don't see."

"Definitely not," Rita cut in. "Not until somebody convinces me that the Wrights aren't straight out of Tobacco Road!"

Richard Scott grinned, and winked at Anna. "Your Mom is a real friendly neighbor. Well, gotta go to work."

"On Saturday?" Anna inquired.

Her handsome father pushed back from the breakfast table and came around to give both his daughter and his wife a peck on the cheek. "I got some extra stuff to do at the office," he said, "but I'll be back at noon and then we'll take that ride up in the State Park I promised you, Pammy."

When her Dad was gone, Anna helped her Mom with the dishes then went up to her room to read.

She had no more than opened the book when she heard a sharp, muffled squeal of laughter coming through the window of her upstairs bedroom. It was coming from next door, apparently, the old Howard house that her Mom said some white-trash people had moved into.

Her curiosity mounting, Anna got off her bed and walked over to the window. She stuck her head just slightly out and peered down, and what she saw almost made her heart stop beating. She could see directly into a bedroom in the house below her, and a girl of about thirteen was sitting back on a bed which was covered only with a lumpy, soiled-looking mattress. Sitting beside her on the same mattress was one of the best-looking boys Anna had ever seen, even if he did need his hair trimmed. But the thing which had shocked and riveted Anna's attention at the first glance was the fact the boy had his hand up the girl's dress. In fact, he had it up under her dress to the elbow! Anna felt that instant hot-tingling sensation return to her virginal pussy! The boy and the girl were talking to each other, but in such low, whispered tones that she couldn't understand a word. All she could understand was that the boy was doing most of the talking, and the girl was grinning and nodding her head while her cheeks turned a deeper and deeper pink.

Anna found it hard to breath! Instinctively, with her legs trembling like dry leaves, Anna walked back across her bedroom and shut her door. Then she locked it before going back to the window.

Things had already gone much farther with the couple of teenagers in the room below her. The boy was now kneeling on the floor in front of the girl. He had hoisted her dress up to her thighs, and now he was pulling her panties off! Anna felt a raw surge of pleasure go through the rim of her cunt as she watched the handsome, slackly grinning boy pull the silky, white garment off the trim hips of the young girl. And then he raked the panty all the way down to her ankles, and completely off her feet. Anna stared at the puff of hair between the girl's legs. Even from her bedroom she could make out the pouting lips of the relaxed little pussy and see the deep, ripe crease that ran in a long, vertical line between the doughy folds. Despite the depths to which Anna felt her senses shocked by the crude things happening in the house next door, she couldn't stop what was happening to her own teenaged body. She could feel her own budding vaginal lips swelling out against the tight, nylon crotch band of her own panties as if every soft hair fringing her fourteen-year old cunt was tingling separately!

She saw the boy whisper something again to the girl on the bed, and then she opened her legs wide apart, quickly and willingly, making her pubescent pussy yawn open like a wet, pinkish little mouth!

Anna gasped softly as she saw what the boy did next.

Without a moment's hesitation, he put both of his rather large hands up high inside the girl's slender legs and forced her to open her thighs even wider. And then he moved his face between her brazenly sprawled legs and began to slowly and gently lick on the twin mounts of her girlish cunt.

Anna couldn't believe what she was seeing! She watched, her blood beginning to boil swiftly and hotly in her veins, as the boy lapped for eons on the outer lips of the girl's frisky little slit. Each time his long tongue rolled out to lick in longing strokes against the meaty ridges of the forbidden cleft, Anna felt the effect on her own pussy. Her own pliant cunny seemed to be responding with tingling, throbbing pleasure to what she was watching happen to the lucky girl down below! The whispered conversation of Ellie Wilson and Mina Barton came back to her on dark, evil wings. That was what boys like to do. That was what Kirk had done to both Ellie and Mina: licked their pussies!

But it was the expression on the young girl's face that quickly transformed Anna's ideas about what a girl should or should not do with a boy. The girl on the bed was obviously enjoying to the hilt having her quim licked on. She was squirming under the boy's lecherous attack, trying to buck her legs up and lift her thighs higher as the hammering thrusts of his tongue were getting between the moist crack of her cunt.

Anna watched with quivering pores as the strong, boyish tongue disappeared over and over between the stretching folds of the pulsing pussy! With a low moan of need, Anna knelt in front of the window and raked off her own panties! She rested her chin on the window sill so that she could continue to watch the couple as she rubbed her palmed hand between her legs. The touch of her flesh against the tender, muffin-soft humps of her own cunt shot thrills hot and sharp into her loins!

The girl below her had now thrown her head back and closed her eyes. Her straw-blonde hair seemed to fall back behind her like a yellow veil as her mouth opened under the sensuous joy of having her snatch eaten.

As for the boy, he was deep into her tight hole with his tongue, his head bobbing almost monotonously up and down, his ears touching lightly against the insides of the girl's legs on each downward drive.

Anna continued to rub her heating pussy, feeling the outer lips swell out in pleasurably throbbing hotness and feeling the inner lips growing slick and wet, and receptive for something to touch them, too. For the first time in her life, Anna slipped one of her fingers deep into the core of her teenaged quim. She wormed her finger as far as she could, sinking it up to the second knuckle in the warm, sappy folds of her sex. The pleasure was so suddenly intense that her face flushed and her breath came in quick, raw gasps! She found herself imagining that her finger was the boy's tongue, and to sharpen the fantasy, she began to move it back and forth the same way the boy was injecting his tongue into the girl's hair-rimmed hole! The simple pleasure of having her finger inside her cunt now turned to a lusty, honed joy as the finger moved in softly squishing rhythm in and out of the puckered lips of her slit.

"UUUMMMmmmmmm," Anna purred, smiling with quick, jerky pulls at the corners of her mouth. "OOHhhhh! Ah!!"

She felt something warm and hot trickle over her finger, and she would have been frightened, except that as the juice flowed the most exquisite kind of spasm rocked her sprouted pussy.

I'm cumming, she thought, this is what Ellie and Mina meant by CUMMING!

She kept working her finger in and out of her slavering snatch, loving the way her suddenly aroused cuntal muscles clasped and sucked at her knuckles! Except for one or two times when she had clenched her eyes shut because of the delicious rapture going on between her own legs, she kept her watch on the two naughty teenagers down below. The girl was completely under the boy's control now. She was lying back on the bed with one arm covering her face. Her legs were hanging almost limply down over the sides of the bed, and the boy's face was buried almost out of sight in the V of her thighs. He had quite obviously made the girl cum with his tongue, and now he was still sucking her! Anna felt her heated cunt throbbing all over again, yearning to experience just one more time the wildly lustful and sweet treat known as 'cumming.'

Since her pussy was well lubricated, Anna found it possible to force two fingers deep into her breach this time. And as she did so, she accidentally touched something at the upper part of her cunt that made her grunt out loud with joy.

She found the spot again! It was like a small lump a little under the top of her slit, no larger than the tip of a baby's finger. But just the tiniest bit of pressure on the strange, firm bud made her wince with ecstasy! She rubbed the small love-muscle with the tip of her fingers and found herself spinning toward another delicious orgasm. She closed her eyes again, and threw back her head the same way the girl had done. She parted her lips, and pushed the tip of her wet tongue slowly out of the corner of her mouth as the ambrosial throbs vibrated high up into her loins. Several more seconds of wanton massaging of the slick nub at the top of her cunt, and she spasmed violently! Once again, a warm trickle of salty liquids spilled over her fingers, and this time the flow was so deeply vaginal that some of the juice ran down the side of her thighs! When she had recovered from the titillating climax, she looked again into the room down below her-and was disappointed to see that the boy had risen from his crouching position between the girl's legs. All she could see now was the wet, yawning slit at the center of the girl's thighs. It looked open and wet, like two pieces of dark, reddish slabs of liver which had been not quite pushed together. The boy was standing in front of her, and Anna felt another strange feeling as she saw the front of the boy's pants.

There was a huge bulge there! She watched, breathing harder than ever as the boy started to unbutton his pants. And then her heart pounded with disappointment when the boy walked over to the window and pulled down the shade! Anna found herself still kneeling in front of her own window, her knees aching from the strain of the prayerlike position, her pussy still dripping wetly from her masturbation.

She had the feeling she had missed the best part. She knew she would have given anything to have seen what was happening right this minute behind the drawn shade. It was what Mina had slurringly called 'fucking'! The boy was fucking the girl down there right this minute! Anna was still trying to imagine exactly how they were doing it when her mother tapped lightly on her bedroom door.

"Anna? Open up, please!"

Blinking almost blindly, her face still suffused with a dark, brazen glow, Anna struggled back into her panties and pulled her dress back down as she managed to get to the door. When she opened it, her mother gave her a slow, curious glance.

"Why on earth did you lock yourself in for, dear?"

"I, uh, I didn't think I had, Mom. Sorry."

Her mother put one hand up to her daughter's brow, testing her forehead in the clinical way all mothers do.

"I could swear you look feverish," her room said, casually.

"I feel fine, mother. Really."

Finally, her mother pulled her hand away. "Well, I've been thinking, Anna. I've decided your father was right. The world is in such an awful mess that if we can't be decent neighbors, then how can we expect things to improve anywhere. Do you think you might like to meet the new family that moved in next door?"

Anna wondered if she could keep the quaver out of her voice.

"Y-yes, Mom. I think I would."

"Then I'll make a plate of cookies this afternoon, and you can take them over. You might as well be the first to welcome them to the new neighborhood."

"I'd like that," Anna breathed.

When her Dad got home for lunch, he looked weary from having sat at his office desk doing that catch-up work.

"I don't mind if we don't go riding, Daddy," Anna crooned, sitting on the deeply cushioned chair which was her father's favorite, and swinging her legs almost happily.

She was wearing her favorite cut-offs and a thin blouse.

Her Dad stood looking down at her, pipe in mouth, magazine in hand. Then he smiled. "Your mother told me that she had decided to call a truce with the new folks next door. You, uh, think you ought to go over there dressed like that?"

Anna grinned. "I always dress this way on Saturdays, Daddy. We don't want to make them think we're stuffy!"

He smiled, and she made way for him as he sank into the big chair himself.

Anna perched on the arm of the chair and draped one hand around her father's strong shoulder. She was sitting high enough above him that she could look down between his legs, without his being aware of it. It was the first time Anna had ever even thought about staring at a male the way she did now... especially her own father!... but she had to see if he was showing anything down there. And he was.

He was showing quite a bit, in fact.

To her surprise and consternation, Anna felt that same crawly itch coming back into her spicy little cunt.

It was shameless of her to sit there cruising her Dad's crotch as if he were some high school boy and she were Mina Barton!

Her Dad glanced up quickly, almost catching her staring like a little whore at the adequate outline of his penis. Anna colored at the cheeks and gave her father a jerky smile.

"You might invite Mr. Wright and his children over tomorrow night for some ice cream," her Dad said, casually. "I promised your mother I'd make some hand-freezer cherry. We might as well get to know the Wrights, eh?"

"Okay, Daddy."

He patted the upper part of her leg once or twice, then went back to his magazine. Anna could feel the imprint of her father's hand stinging on her flesh as if he had pinched her instead of patting her. Then she swung off the chair and went into the kitchen. Her mother had just piled a plate high with some of her favorite homemade cookies. The aroma filled the kitchen with the savory promise of very good eating, indeed.

"Anna? Are you going to prance over there in those awful cut-offs?" her mother asked.

"Oh, mother. I just went through all this with Daddy. He said I looked fine."

Apparently the small lie satisfied her Mom, because she handed her the big plate of cookies without a word. But when Anna was leaving the kitchen, her mother couldn't resist one last remark.

"See if you can find out what Mr. Wright does for a living, Anna. From the looks of the tacky furniture I saw them moving into the house yesterday, he can't be exactly wealthy."

Anna nodded, then skipped out of the house to make her first visit. It was only a short distance from the front door of their house to the front door of the Wright home, but even in that brief journey Anna's heart managed to work itself up into a steady beat. And she just hoped that when she faced the boy she had seen doing such wicked things to what had to be his own sister, that she wouldn't blush like a little nitwit in pigtails!

She knocked on the door, holding the plate of cookies up like an offering. Mr. Wright opened the door, and it was the first time Anna had seen him. He was a very tall man with broad shoulders and a slender waist. In fact, he was a bit lanky, reminding her of the pictures she had seen of Lincoln. But his face was much more handsome under the thick curls of crow-black hair. The only disturbing thing about his face was the almost coarse way his lips turned back when he saw her, giving her a grin that cut deep dimples into his strong jaws.

"Hi, little lady," he said.

Anna smiled back at the tall man. "I'm Anna Scott, from next door. Mom thought you might like some cookies."

He held the door open for her, and she literally ducked under his arm and into the house. When she turned back to him, she caught the grown man staring briefly at her legs. But he jerked his dark eyes up as she handed him the plate of cookies.

He lifted the napkin and sniffed at the pile of goodies. Then he winked at Anna, and said, "I'll bet there's some mighty good eating here. Thanks."

Anna stood with her hands behind her back as the man put down the cookies and took a few steps beyond her to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, Gregg! Come on down here and meet your new neighbor!"

After calling for his son, the man turned back and stuck out his large, rough hand. "I'm Garrett Wright, and Gregg is my boy. Sorry that my girl Tiffany ain't here, but she's gone out to do some shopping for the food we need. I was just gonna go pick her up at the store."

"I... I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Anna said softly.

The man grinned at her. "Don't think a thing about it. Gregg can entertain you 'til I get back."

Anna heard a shuffle of feet at the top of the stairs, but before Gregg Wright got down to them his father had leaned a little toward her with something almost like a whisper in his voice.

"How old are you, Anna?"

"Fourteen," she blurted, then hated herself. She had intended to say she was older.

"My Tiffany is thirteen. You and her oughta get along fine."

At that point Gregg came bounding down the stairs on his long legs, and Anna felt a flutter go through her body. If she had not witnessed what she did earlier that day, she would have thought that Gregg Wright was nothing more than any nice, good-looking boy at high school.

"Gregg, this here is Anna Scott from next door," Garrett said. "You two get acquainted while I go pick up your sis."

"Sure, paw," Gregg said, smiling and showing the very same dimples his father had. "Hi there, Anna."

As they shook hands, Garrett walked to the door and then stopped and hooked one thumb in the direction of the cookies. "Anna brought you something good to eat, Gregg," he drawled. "But now don't make a hog of yourself. You leave something for your sis to eat."

"Yeah, paw."

The second his father was out the door, Bob turned back to Anna and took in her whole body with one lazy sweep of his youthful eyes. His look was so honest and sexual that Anna hated herself for blushing.

"Hey, you wanta see the house?" Gregg said, grinning.

"I guess so."

On the tour, Gregg told her that they had come from West Texas and that his father had worked for years in oilfields as a roustabout. Then his Dad had got the chance to go in partners with a service station in town, and so they had moved here. Anna was trying to concentrate on what the boy was saying, but her mind was definitely elsewhere. Every time she looked at his face she seemed to concentrate on his mouth and lips. She had seen what he'd done to his sister with them! And the other part of him that sent a curious, wanton thrill through her loins was his crotch. She got a dozen or more secret glimpses of what looked like a heavy outline of his organ in his faded jeans. And the word 'prick' kept popping in her mind like a naughty devil with a pitchfork in hand!

"What's in the room downstairs," she asked finally.

The boy glanced at her, hands on his lean hips. "Which one? You mean that room off the right of the stairs?"

"Uh-huh."

"Nothing in there but a bed."

"And a mattress," Anna said, surprising herself at how the information came blurting out.

Gregg gave her a quick stare. "How did you know that?"

Anna's mind reeled quickly with the possibilities hinged on her answer, but she finally knew she didn't have the nerve to be honest!

"I... I just guessed," she breathed, meekly.

Gregg grinned at her. "You wanta see it?"

"Yes."

They went back downstairs and he opened the door to the room. It was indeed empty except for the bed and mattress. The shade was still pulled down, and Anna noticed that there was a deep lump in the middle of the old mattress, as if a great deal of force had been used there many times before.

"I don't know why we dragged that old bed all the way out here from Texas," Gregg said, casually. "It was my sister's idea. She used to sleep on it back home. Guess she just likes the way it feels."

"Could I try it?" Anna asked, softly.

"Huh? Oh, uh, sure. Go ahead."

With her blood beating wildly in her body, Anna walked across the floor and got into exactly the same position she had seen Gregg's sister assume earlier. She even moved her legs slightly apart, so that they dangled down over the edge of the old bed. Then she bounced lightly, making the springs creak lustily.

"It does feel good," she purred quietly.

The boy stood on his long legs looking over and down at her. He still had his hands on his hips, and the lean muscles in his seventeen-year old arms seemed to bulge with virility.

"I still can't figure out how you knew there was a mattress here," he said.

There was something about actually being on the bed that made Anna bolder than she had ever been in her life. But there was something else, too. What her Mom had said about the family obviously being white-trash. In her mind, that meant that neither Gregg nor his sister were really respectable young people, even if she hadn't seen what he'd done to his sister's body that morning, she'd have known Gregg Wright was the kind of boy who wouldn't be at all shocked by sex.

"Gonna tell me how you knew about the mattress, Anna?" he demanded, his voice a whole octave lower now.

She took a ragged little breath. "Maybe you should just keep that shade pulled down all the time," she whispered.

She saw the boy look dumbly at her, then glance at the shade as the meaning poured into his brain.

"Oh, shit," he husked, softly, his lips twitching up in an uncertain grin. "Don't tell me you saw what Tiffany and me."

His voice trailed off into a hoarse gulp.

The silence in the room was overpowering for a few seconds, and Anna didn't move. She simply remained on the bed, posed exactly the way Tiffany Wright had been right before her brother raked down her panties.

Finally, Gregg wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and took a few steps toward her.

The sound of his footsteps sent a ruttish ripple of excitement through Anna's pussy!

"Hey, I, uh, I guess you really got an eyeful, then," he breathed. "Boy, you must think I'm some kind of mean bastard to do something like that with my own sis."

Anna swallowed hard. "No, I don't think that. Not if she liked it."

Gregg grinned slackly. "Oh, hell, she likes it okay. I've been doing it to her since she was." He stopped, breaking off again in something between shame and lusty pleasure!

Anna waited, feeling the lips of her proud young pussy pouting out against the stretched tightness of her own panties.

Gregg glanced over his shoulder; as if to see Anna's Mom standing there, and then he looked back at her. His eyes were darker now, almost crackling with a sensuous, horny need.

"You, uh, you want me to eat you, Anna? I mean, hell, if you want me to, I'll...."

There was something about the careless, reckless way he propositioned her that drove a wedge between her modesty and her desires. She knew for the first time in her life what Ellie and Mina must feel all the time, the drumming need to experience just how lusty a boy can be!

And as if to underline her own growing excitement, she saw a thick bulge forming along Gregg Wright's leg.

He came quickly over to her, his mouth parted hungrily in a small, nervous smile. Then he whispered down at her as quietly as if the big house were crammed full of people trying to hear what he said.

"Lemme eat your pussy, baby, that's what you really came over here for, ain't it?"

The way he said it edged a small fear into Anna's tender, untouched young cunt. She shook her head.

"Hey," Gregg breathed, still standing directly in front of her with his hardon growing larger by the second, "don't back out now. Hell, there's nothing wrong with a little sweet thing like you wanting to have her pussy sucked. C'mon, honey, I'll bet your hot, cute little old slit tastes like peppermint. We got time before paw and sis get back!"

"No, I... I don't want you to," she whispered raggedly.

"What the shit do you want then," he husked back, trying to keep his voice from sounding angry.

Anna was so excited she could barely think. But she did know what she wanted, and she was surprised that she had not admitted it to herself from the very beginning.

"I... I want to see you, Gregg," she crooned softly.

She saw his face go blank, then the color creep agreeably into his firm cheeks.

"You want what?" he whispered.

Anna swallowed hotly again. "I want you to take your thing out of your pants. I... I've never seen a boy before."

His grin jerked the corners of his mouth up as his eyes twinkled lewdly. "Sure, baby," he breathed. "Hell, you can look at it if you wanta."

She watched with her heart in her throat as the boy eagerly unbuttoned the front of his pants and dug one hand deep into his fly. He had to pull and tug, but in one or two blinding seconds he pulled his hardening penis out and stroked it.

Anna stared for the first time in her life at a stiff cock.

The thing looked huge to her, a long column of flesh, with one large vein traversing the column, ending in the flared ridge of a smooth-looking, pinker cap of meat.

It throbbed strongly out of his pants, and she could see a dark bristle of hair at the root.

"Big enough for you?" he whispered, his grin wide and hot.

Anna didn't know what else to do, so she nodded her head, still staring in girlish fascination at the male organ.

She wondered if she could even reach her fingers around it!

Gregg Wright took a step or two closer, and his fully erect prick stuck obscenely out of his pants, so still that it barely wagged as he moved.

Anna's attention was riveted on the novel toy. She saw the way the cockhead curved at the bottom into a crease, and she saw the slit at the flared tip of his cockhead.

"Wanta touch it, Anna?" he whispered.

When she didn't reply, he moved a bit closer, so close that all she had to do was lift one hand and feel the rigid tool.

"Go ahead, honey," he pleaded, the edge of his voice raw with need. "Just touch it... just put the tip of your finger on the head of it."

After a pause, Anna lifted one hand up gingerly, uncertainly. Then she stretched one finger out and brought it up to just the curved end of his horny prick. When she touched it, the whole prick seemed to vibrate with pleasure.

"Touch it some more," he breathed, "use your fingers... all of 'em!"

She had lost something of her fear of his penis, and now she willingly cupped the tips of her fingers around the boldly bloated meatus.

Gregg grinned, his own hands hanging down at his sides as he watched her fondle just the bulbous head of his oversized, teenaged prick. Then he grunted with even more pleasure as her hand slipped down and grasped the column of his cock. Anna instinctively squeezed the hard pole of healthy, boyish flesh, and it responded to her touch by throbbing and pulsing between her fingers.

"Goddamn, that feels good," Gregg whispered, spreading his legs a bit further apart and thrusting his pelvis forward so that the entire length of his lewd cock rode up more snugly in her grasp.

Anna toyed and teased with his big prick for several more seconds, even bringing her other hand up to hold it. She found that she could get her fingers all the way around the center circumference of his penis, but barely.

Holding the big warm club of flesh in her fingers was making something happen to her pussy all over again. It was throbbing almost as hard as his dick. And deep, grainy prickles of joy were crawling up the walls of her unfucked cunt like thousands of tiny ants.

"You know what sis likes to do with that big thing?" he asked softly.

Anna shook her head, her cheeks burning with both shame and desire.

"She likes to eat it."

Anna glanced up uncertainly at the slackly grinning boy.

"Yeah, honey," he breathed, raggedly, "she loves to take it in her mouth and suck it for me. I suck her, and then she sucks me. That's fair, ain't it?"

Anna felt her tongue swelling almost uncontrollably in her mouth, and she couldn't fight back the gnawing curiosity of how something so long and hard and hot would feel against her tongue! Gregg took another step, and brought the flared head of his oversized prick right up to her lips, so close that her nostrils fluted open as the hot aroma of his male organ drifted pleasantly up to her.

"Suck it," he begged, softly;

She hesitated.

"SUCK GODDAMNIT, DO IT!"

As if she were in some kind of dark, erotic dream, Anna parted her pretty lips and ovaled them slowly around the spongy helmet of meat he was offering her. The head of his prick filled her circled lips like a hard-boiled egg, and she ran her tongue out wetly along the underside of it. She licked slowly along the firm ridge of his lecherous young cock, tasting the strange, exciting, forbidden flavor of her first stiff prick.

"Yeah," Gregg breathed hoarsely. "Oh, yeah, honey!"

He pushed his prick a bit deeper into her mouth, and she took him willingly. She sucked softly on his warm hardon, lapping her tongue in fluid circles and taking him inch by inch as he fed her.

Her jaws widened as if on hinges as his brutally distended penis rode easily into her throat. He paused now and then when she made a little gagging noise, and then he continued. He forced her to take him all the way to his crotch. And as her nose touched against the bristle of hairs pooching out of his fly, she could smell the darker, more exciting promise of something even beyond his brawny young nine-inch prick.

She knew only vaguely what was under the root of his big cock. She had heard Ellie say the word, she thought. The things which held his sperm. His balls. She was smelling his big, horny balls!

With a low moan, Anna began to suck more avidly on the boy's stone-hard organ. As if she had been doing it for years, she started moving her mouth back and forth on the slick, firm column of his cock, tonguing, slupping, kissing, sucking!

His cock grew harder and longer in her throat, and in only a few minutes of her greedy pumping the head of his stimulated tool flared and pulsed.

"Get it, baby!" he whispered. "Swallow it ALL!!"

She was totally unprepared for what happened next.

With a throbbing vibration which went from the root of his prick to the head, his prick suddenly shot glut after glut of hot, viscous juice into her fourteen-year old mouth!

GOD! WHAT IS IT?? her brain screamed, utterly shocked and unprepared to receive the boy's cum in her mouth.

Reflexively, she swallowed, then gagged on the unfamiliar taste and texture of hot ball-juice, and still he kept cumming and cumming in her mouth. She tried jerking her head back, striving to spit his hard, ejaculating cock from her previously unsullied mouth.

NOOOOOO!! her mind screamed blindly in the agony of this dirty, degrading act. It was like he was peeing in her mouth, in her pretty, pouting fourteen-year old mouth, and he had her by the hair, and she couldn't escape his hot, spewing cock as it fired gobbet after gobbet between her soft, wet lips. cum ran out the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as she tried to force all this filthy peelike liquid out of her mouth in repulsion for what this cruel boy was doing to her.

And then it was over, Gregg sighing in the ecstatic release he'd just enjoyed in this pretty little innocent virgin's mouth, and Anna, completely overcome by what he'd done to her, fell onto her side and curled into a fetal ball, crying and moaning softly, sticky white cum slowly drying on her chin and pretty neck.

That night Anna lay in her bed in the darkness, her eyes wide open. Even in the privacy of her bedroom, and with nobody to see her, Anna could feel her face burning with secret shame. She had sucked Gregg Wright's big prick! Her tongue rolled around for a few seconds in her mouth, a lonely and tortured organ. The realization that only a few hours before that same tongue had been oily and greedy around the blunt head of Gregg's cock made her flush with discomfort again. What a filthy, wicked thing she had done!

And yet there had been something so powerfully exciting in the oral act that she couldn't get it out of her mind for even an instant. She couldn't sleep as much because of her guilt feeling as for re-living the experience. There had been something madly pleasurable about teasing the boy's stiff tool with her lips and tongue, toying with it, kissing and sucking it, forcing it by the gentle persuasion of her mouth to finally explode, and to send the gushing spunk from his balls deep into her throat! Despite herself, Anna grinned in the darkness and let one hand slip down between the top of her pajamas to find the virgin crease of her cunt.

As she touched her pliant, sensitive cuntlips and began to gingerly work the tip of her finger back and forth over the lightly haired mound, she remembered Gregg's whispered words to her: "Come back tomorrow, Anna... and I'll teach you how to fuck!"

A tremor of fear and joy went through her sultry young pussy at the remembered promise of Gregg. Could she possibly let such a rough, horny young male have his way with her? Could she stand to feel that large thing of his trying to push between the tight folds of her cunt? Her pussy seemed to yawn open wetly at the thought, the softly whiskered lips spreading a bit as her clit rose up firmly. She sighed deeply as her fingertip found that odd little fang that felt so good when she touched it. She knew she'd have to ask Gregg what it was down there that made her shiver with lusty pleasure at this simple touching of her fingertip.

As she wormed her finger around the prominent, stiff little love-muscle, she imagined it was Gregg's tongue doing it to her. His strong, eager, pointing tonguetip that was lightly rubbing the easily stimulated nub that pushed up between the upper folds of her sex. For the next twenty minutes or so she lay with the covers back and her hand down between her legs, teasing the larger growing clit until she brimmed on the edge of delicious orgasm. Each time she felt herself approaching a spasm, she would draw her finger away, much too reluctant to have the sustained pleasure come to an end. Then, when she was breathing more regularly, she would once again sneak her fingertip down and begin to rub the titillated spot again. She performed this stop-start, start-stop ritual until she was so excited that her tongue was crowded out of the side of her lips. And as her passion mounted to an undeniable peak, she closed her eyes and whispered hotly to her pillow, pretending it was Gregg's ear.

"Suck me, Gregg, please! Suck me! Suck-suck!... SUCK!!"

Her throbbing clit triggered a sudden deep, wet spasm of exquisite pleasure, a climax so strangely deep and lustful that she groaned softly in the darkness. She felt her fingers grow damp and hot with the expended fluids from the core of her cunt, and after a few moments with her hand still touching the cloying lips of her pussy, she pulled her fingers away. Since there was nobody there to see her, she put her fingers lightly to her nose and sniffed the humid aroma of her aroused and now satisfied slit. The smell was vaguely exciting to her, reminding her of the stronger, male scent of Gregg's beautiful organ right before she cupped her lips around it. The orgasm released her finally of the nervous tension, and she slipped into a calm, happy sleep. The next day was Sunday, and when Anna dressed and went down for breakfast, she saw her father standing at the picture window in their living room and staring out. His pipe was forgotten at the corner of his mouth, and his Sunday paper was still unopened in his hand. Anna sneaked up behind her Dad, intending to put her hands over his eyes to surprise him. But before she could do that, she saw what was holding his attention.

Gregg's young sister was taking a sunbath on the front lawn of the old Howard house. She was lying on a green blanket on her stomach, and she was wearing only the skimpiest kind of bikini, a bathing suit much too brief and daring for a girl her age. She even had the bra straps untied so that she would tan evenly, and the firm, smooth humps of her pretty little buttocks were sticking up sensuously.

For some odd reason, Anna felt a sudden little quiver of jealousy go through her loins as she realized that her Daddy was staring at the girl.

"Hello, Daddy," Anna snapped.

Richard Scott jumped as her voice broke into his thoughts. He turned, taking the pipe out of his mouth. A flushed, guilty look spread over his face for a few seconds before he regained his composure.

"Oh, hi, skipper," he breathed.

Anna smiled, and then glanced again at the Wright girl out on the lawn. "If mother sees Tiffany Wright out there half naked, she'll have a fit," she said casually.

Her Dad grinned uncertainly. "Yeah, she'll go into her white-trash sermon again. Did you, uh, enjoy your visit with the Wrights yesterday?"

"Yes."

"Did you invite them over for ice cream this evening?"

Anna shrugged. "Oh. I forgot, Daddy."

She saw the small disappointment in his eyes.

"You still want me to invite them?" she said.

Her Dad shrugged too, and started not to reply. But then he took a small breath, and nodded. "Sure, honey, go ahead and invite them. We ought to be friendly. I, uh, I'd like to get to know Mr. Wright."

But Anna knew it wasn't the father that was on her Daddy's mind at that moment. It was the hot, bitchy little ass of Tiffany!

Anna invited the Wrights over by telephone, and precisely at six o'clock the whole family came trooping over.

Garrett Wright had on a cleanly laundered jumpsuit with his first name stitched over the pocket. Gregg was wearing tight, neatly ironed wheat-jeans and a sports shirt, and Tiffany was dressed in shorts and a halter. It was difficult for Anna to realize that Tiffany Wright was only thirteen, despite her pretty babyface. She looked more mature than that, with her pointing young breasts and the slightly flared thrust of her hips. And Anna found herself trying to find things wrong with the younger girl, even trying to convince herself that her blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes did nothing to make her at all pretty. But Anna's father seemed to deny there could possibly be a single flaw in such a lovely young creature. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl when he thought nobody was looking! They made the ice cream in the back yard, and Anna's Dad had set up tables and a couple of picnic umbrellas. At one point early in the evening while Tiffany was helping her Mom with the plates and spoons, and her Dad and Garrett Wright were talking around the cream freezer, Gregg managed to get Anna to himself over by the carefully tended clump of rose bushes.

"Hey, I thought you were gonna come over this afternoon," the boy whispered, a slack smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.

"I... I thought I shouldn't," Anna whispered back.

Gregg winked at her, glancing briefly over his shoulder to make sure nobody was in earshot of them. "C'mon, Anna, don't tell me you didn't like what we did yesterday. You did, eh?"

Anna blushed, the answer twinkling treacherously in her eyes!

Gregg's grin widened. "Yeah, I knew you liked it. But there's a helluva lot more to having fun than what you did. I wanta teach you some wild fucking positions."

The words were whispered almost casually, but they made Anna's ears burn!

She found her voice, but it came out in a ragged, breathy whisper. "Does-does Tiffany let you do that to her?"

Even at his youthful age, Gregg knew a lot of male psychology. Without even a pause, he grinned and said, "I've been fucking my little sis since she was twelve."

Anna felt her heart jump. "That's what you did yesterday when you pulled the shade down."

He winked. "You're right, baby. If Tiffany doesn't get a taste of my big prick every day or so, she can't sleep at night."

Anna thought of her own sleepless night and flushed again. She glanced over at the young girl helping her Mom, remembering how her legs had been sprawled apart on the lumpy old mattress. And how the front of Gregg's pants had bulged with excitement right before he pulled down the shade.

"Hey, I got a great idea," Gregg whispered, suddenly. "After all this bullshit ice cream stuff, why don't you and Tiffany and me go for a ride in paw's pickup. I'll fuck her, and you can watch. Maybe it'll give you a good idea of how much fun it can be to ball with a guy."

Anna felt a sluttish surge go through her body at the suggestion.

"I... I don't know if Mom and Dad."

"Hell, leave that up to me. I'll bet I can softsoap your old lady into anything!"

Despite Anna's doubts, Gregg proved his word later in the evening. While Anna and Tiffany busied themselves cleaning up the dirty ice cream dishes, Gregg and Anna's Mom got involved in some kind of deep conversation at one of the tables.

In the kitchen, Tiffany Wright grinned at Anna as she stacked the dishes into the washer.

"I think your Dad is real cute," Tiffany said impishly, her blue-green eyes sparkling. "How old is he?"

"Thirty-five, I think," Anna said, again hating herself for the ripple of jealousy that seemed to center on anything concerning her father and the wicked girl.

"That's young," Tiffany breathed. "My paw is almost forty, but you wouldn't know it. He's kept so young and strong from all that hard work in the oil fields."

There was a lull in the conversation until Tiffany leaned her pursed young lips close to Anna's ear. "Gregg told me what you and him did together yesterday afternoon."

Anna's cheeks burned!

"Don't be ashamed of it," Tiffany purred, softly, "I do that to Gregg all the time. I've done it to, uh, others, too."

"You have?" Anna echoed numbly.

Tiffany smiled, showing her perfect teeth behind the girlish curl of her full, pretty lips. "I did it once to the TV-repairman when we lived in Texas. But don't tell Gregg!"

"I... I won't."

Anna's fingers were trembling as she tried to arrange the last of the plates in the washer. But her mind was racing with curiosity about such a young girl like Tiffany having done something so blatantly lewd with a grown man!

"Did you-did he... I mean...."

Tiffany interrupted Anna's fumbling questions with a low, soft giggle. "If you mean did the TV guy like it, you can be sure he did. I think I scared him to death at first. We were in the house alone because both Gregg and paw were working. I just asked the nice man if he would let me suck him off, and after he thought about it and made me promise on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't tell anybody, he let me."

"H-how was it?"

Tiffany grinned, little points of color coming into the curve of her youthful cheeks. "Better than Gregg. Bigger. Men always have bigger ones than boys, and it takes them longer to get satisfied."

Anna's throat was dry as sand. "How long did it... uh, take the man you?"

"Well, I didn't time it, or anything," Tiffany laughed, softly, "but I must have sucked on him for twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. It was just so big and long that I had trouble getting it all in my mouth at once, so I sort of licked it a lot. He liked that, too. Gregg always wants me to just gobble him real fast, but a grown man wants you to take your time. It's more fun that way, because when he finally does cum." The lurid, whispered conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Anna's Mom and Gregg. Gregg had a smug smile on his face, and Rita Scott's eyes were moist and twinkling.

"Anna, would you like to go riding with Gregg and his sister?"

Anna could hardly believe her ears! After the three of them had crowded into Garrett Wright's pickup, Anna turned to Gregg and demanded to know how on earth he had worked such a miracle on her Mom.

Gregg grinned. "Hell, all we talked about were her damn roses. I worked one summer in a greenhouse, and I know a lot of shit about flowers. I think she'd have given me the moon after she found out I liked roses. She wants me to come over and help her mulch the stupid things."

Anna smiled, delighted in her teenaged way at seeing her mother so easily tricked. After all, adults were always tricking them!

"I don't know much about this goddamn town," Gregg said impatiently. "You know a good place to go?"

"I... I guess we could go to the State Park," Anna breathed.

"Good and dark out there?"

"It should be."

Anna gave the directions on how to get to the park. It was the favorite Saturday morning drive for her and her Dad. But she had never dreamed she'd be riding out there in a rattling old pickup to watch some boy fuck his own thirteen-year old sister!

Gregg was again the expert when it came to finding just the right spot to park. He nudged the old car backwards up into a clump of dark bushes, then turned off the motor and lights.

There was just enough moon to let them see each other.

Without the smallest kind of formality, Gregg told his sis to take off her panties while he got the blanket from under the seat.

"Come on," Gregg husked, "I can't screw good in this damned cab. Let's have some fun in the pickup bed!"

Numbly, Anna got out of the car with them and climbed into the flat part of the truck, behind the cab. Gregg spread the blanket out, and his sister eagerly lay down with her shorts and panties off.

"Hell, might as well take off your blouse, honey," Gregg breathed hoarsely, helping his sis unbutton the thin garment she had worn under the halter of her shorts.

Anna sat crouched beside the eager young girl as Gregg snapped open the fly of his jeans and pulled out his already partially stiff cock. The big column of meat rode out in the shadowy light like a club. As the lustfully aroused penis throbbed, Gregg glanced over at Anna with a wicked grin.

"Sure you don't want a little of this big prod first?" he whispered.

"F-fuck her," Anna heard herself mewl softly.

With another slack grin, Gregg used his hands to push his sister's slender, trim young legs wider apart. And even in the bad light, Anna could see the lightly haired slit between Tiffany's legs yawning open with a glimmer of moist juice just at the center.

Anna watched as Gregg eased himself close between the sprawl of his sister's thighs. Then, just before he nudged the flared head of his prick into the relaxed folds of her teenaged cunt, Gregg paused.

He sat back up for a second and unbuckled his belt. Then, with Anna's eyes slitted with excitement, he husked his jeans down over his strong, lean buttocks all the way to his knees.

"Come around here, Anna," he breathed, urgently. "I want you to play with my damn bails while I fuck her."

It was almost as if the boy had read her mind, Anna thought. Ever since she had sucked his libidinous cock as it rode out stiffly from his open fly, she had wondered about his balls. Wondered how they looked, how they would feel in her fingers, how they might taste to her stroking tongue. All she knew for certain about those fascinating male appendages were that they were the storehouse for the hot cream that was always so eager and ready to shoot up a cunt or down a throat!

She moved on numbed and tingling legs around behind the bare, gleaming buttocks of the lecherous young boy.

His nuts were hanging down just beneath the dark crack of his ass... large, smooth globes of lightly haired flesh.

"Touch 'em," he whispered, raggedly. "Play with 'em! Heat me up, baby!"

Anna reached out both of her hands, taking one ball with each. They felt marvelously firm and soft at the same time, and more than just warm to her touch!

Instinctively, she began to lightly massage the strongly made testicles with the tips of her fingers, moving them this way and that as she felt the circle of her cunt growing hotter and wider.

"Nice," Gregg husked, throatily, "just keep playing with those hot babies while I ball the shit out of sis!"

He was into his baby sister in only seconds, his roguish young prick squishing into the tight but lubricated folds of her pussy like a hard bar of iron.

As his buttocks rose and fell, Anna kept to her appointed task of teasing, his balls. She cupped them together with one hand, then with the other. She played with only one for a while, using both her hands to titillate it while the free ball joggled alone. She toyed and fondled and manipulated those lusty bags in every way she could think of while Gregg fucked his young sister like a trojan!

Anna could hear the throaty gasps of pleasure coming from Tiffany as her brother's oversized and horny cock was driven up to the hairs in her gulping cunt. It was more than obvious that she had been pleasured hundreds of times like that, and equally obvious that she never got enough of it.

As the wild screwing continued, Anna's own lively and growing need to experience sex crawled hotly through her blood. Her pussy pounded harshly between her legs, growing wet and soft as each thrust of Gregg's tool seemed to send a vicarious thrill through her loins.

She did want fucked like that.

She did!!

With a soft moan of wanton greed, Anna stopped fingering the large, warm balls and lowered her head to taste his nuts as she had already tasted his prick. Her tongue darted out over the spongy globes, licking here and there, lapping now strongly and now softly. And for the first time in her life Anna felt the whorish, totally abandoned joy of satisfying her deepest and darkest needs. She stroked the lusty balls with the flat of her tongue while they were gleaming in the moonlight with her saliva,

And then she did the wildest, most shameless thing of all.

She began to move her whisking tongue up over his buttocks!

As if slightly mad with the need to kiss Gregg Wright's ass all over, she smacked her wet lips against the firm and thrusting curves of his buns. And then she moved her driving tongue deep into the dark bud at the center of his buttocks, sucking the humid core of his delighted anus!

She was directly behind him now, with both of her small hands placed low on the bottom curves of his naked buttocks, her face buried in the crack, sniffing and tonguing him with salacious pleasure as his sperm boiled out of his quivering balls and fed itself in splashing spurts into his sister's sucking cunt!

Anna was right there when he pulled his veined and swollen cock out of the well-fucked thighs of Tiffany. And even as it glistened with the combined spunk and juice of his nuts and his sister's pussy, Anna took it into her mouth and sucked it dry.

"Tomorrow," Gregg husked at her, his strong fingers at the nape of her neck as she slupped her tongue against his soft prick.

Tomorrow, her sluttish mind sang, tomorrow I want fucked, too!!

Anna slipped out of her second-hour class and headed for the front door of the high school.

She saw Mina Barton and Ellie Wilson standing in the corridor talking to one of the star football players. He was towering above the girls, and grinning at something one of them had just said.

Anna's heart literally sang with relief that she felt no biting jealousy today toward the two whoring young bitches. Why should she feel envy toward them, she thought, when she had Gregg Wright waiting for her?

And today was the day! She was deliberately leaving school early in order to meet Gregg, and she had made him promise that nobody would be at home but him. After all, she didn't want that pesky little sister of his around for her initiation into the art of fucking! Anna found herself too impatient to wait for the city bus, so she walked the block necessary to catch a taxi. She told the driver to let her off at a corner well away from where her house and the old Howard house sat side by side. Anna knew that above all she didn't want her Mom to see her sneaking in the back door of the Wright's! She paid the taxi driver and skipped down the back alley with her school books clutched close against her already swelling young breasts, and by the time she reached the back door of Gregg's house her heart was beating as rapidly as a snare drum. She tapped on the door, and in seconds Gregg opened it. He was dressed in a pair of oil-stained coveralls, and he had a service station cap pushed high back over his thick, rather tangled hair. He grinned at her as she darted inside so that he could lock the door behind her.

"Boy, you sure made it in record time," he breathed. "I just got here myself."

"Did your father want to know why you wanted off from work at the station?" Anna asked breathlessly.

Gregg shrugged. "Hell, who asked him? I take off whenever I feel like getting a little pussy."

He grinned again at the shock value of the crude word, then turned to Anna and put both of his strong hands on her hips. "Man, I've been thinking about fucking you ever since last night. I think I was even thinking about it while I was balling my sis. Honey, you don't know how you turned me on, playing with my balls. I've never had a girl do such wild stuff to me, so you don't have to say you like my body."

Anna blushed, remembering how easy it had been in the half darkness of the old pickup to play with Gregg's nuts and do those lascivious things to him with her tongue. But now, in broad open daylight, she felt much more modest.

"You wanta have a beer first?" Gregg drawled, reaching one of his hands down lower on the curve of her buttocks and patting her.

"No, thanks,"

He smiled. "Don't touch the stuff, eh? You might try it some time. Nothing is more fun than getting a few beers in you and then getting down to some old-fashioned screwing. Mind if I have one?"

"N-no."

She trailed him to the kitchen and watched him pop open a can of beer and take a swig. Then he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and motioned with the can for her to follow him.

This time they didn't go to the spare room where the lumpy mattress was. Instead, they went upstairs to his own room.

In the couple of days which had gone by since she last saw his room, Gregg had done some interesting things to it. He had pin-ups of naked females all over the walls. Most of them were from respectable magazines like Playboy, but a few of them were much more explicit. The good ones he had right over his bed, color photographs of women with their legs boldly spread apart so that their open cunts looked wet and inviting.

"What does your father say about having pictures like that all over your walls?" Anna asked uncertainly.

Gregg smiled and took another swig of the beer. "Hell, paw don't care. He comes in and looks 'em over all the time to see if I've got any new ones."

Anna couldn't imagine her own father being interested in looking at filthy pictures, despite the way he had stared at Tiffany Wright.

"Your father likes... uh,"

"Sex? What do you think, Anna. He's still a young guy."

The statement made her wonder just what Gregg's father did for sexual fulfillment, but she didn't dare ask.

"Hey, horse out of your clothes," Gregg breathed, putting down his can of beer and unsnapping the top buttons of his coveralls. "I can't really be gone from the station forever, but damned sure long enough for us to have our fun."

Anna felt herself trembling all over as she slowly crawled out of her things. A flutter of fear went through her as the moment of truth approached, and once or twice she thought of simply calling the whole thing off!

"Hurry up," Gregg said casually.

He was down to his shorts now, and Anna could see the big, slightly curled lump bunched at his crotch. It looked even larger than she had remembered, and it wasn't even hard.

Gregg was built like a younger version of his Dad, with wide, powerful shoulders and muscled arms. He had very little hair on his chest, and his flat male nipples were an amber color. He did have a line of hair starting just below his navel and turning darker and thicker at the top of his shorts, and his legs were bristly with short, black hairs. He stood by the bed, taking longer and deeper swigs of the beer as he waited for her to get her final undergarments off. And when she raked her panties over her ankles, he looked over and grinned at her.

"Wow, you've got a cute body, Anna. I'll bet those high school punks have their damned tongues angling out of their mouths when you walk by."

She felt the tips of her budding breasts begin to firm at his words, and a spicy, tickling feeling crept slowly but surely into the core of her virginal pussy.

"You will be, uh, careful with me, Gregg?" she asked meekly.

His grin grew even slacker, and his handsome, lecherous young face seemed to flush a bit.

"Hey, honey, you know I wouldn't hurt you. I'm gonna teach you how to fuck... not rape you."

She felt another wild fullness making her tits press out into the bra cups as she unhooked the snap at her back.

The bra jerked forward a bit as the pressure was released, and Gregg helped her pull the garment free.

He whistled low under his breath at the sight of her perky, still-growing young boobs, and he touched the left nipple with just the tip of his index finger.

He moved the spongy little pap back and forth, thrilling Anna and making the dark nipple swell and extend out from the pink aureole.

"I'll bet you've never had those goodies sucked on," he whispered hungrily.

She didn't answer. She couldn't make her tongue work in her suddenly dry throat!

Without asking her if he could, Gregg bent his face down to one of her tasty little tits and sucked the peak of it into his mouth. His tongue wormed warmly, wetly in circles as the cone of her quickly aroused breast throbbed and pointed upward.

He moved to her other tit and sucked it, leaving both of her pubescent globes gleaming with his lusty spit. And at the same time he slipped one of his hands down between her legs and gently rubbed the mossy, pouting lips of her cunt.

"Oh, Gregg," she purred softly.

He continued sucking and rubbing for a few seconds, then pulled his lubricious mouth away from one quivering nipple.

"Lemme eat you awhile, Anna. It's better to get your pussy heated up for a big prick like mine."

His words stunned her, but she couldn't have resisted if the roof had suddenly fallen in!

"O-on the bed?" she asked breathily.

"Naw, you sit in the chair over there and hook your legs up over the sides. It's better eating for both of us that way."

He gave her trim, naked buttocks a little spank with the palm of his hand as she hurried over to the big chair in the corner. She got into the position he had requested, and it forced her thighs wide open, pulling the folds of her moist cunt almost an inch apart.

He came to her, his cock still sheathed in his jockey shorts, but larger now. He knelt at the front of the chair and cupped his hands just under her butt.

"Scoot out a little more," he breathed. "Stick your pussy out over the edge of the chair."

Again she did as she was told, and even the separate hairs fringing her girlish slit tingled with excitement.

"That's real nice," he whispered, staring directly into the soft gash of her teenaged quim.

Then, as she watched him from above, he lowered his mouth to within a half-inch of her snatch and slowly rolled his tongue out to lick just the surface.

The touch of his strong tongue against the meaty, soft lips of her pliant cunt sent a million reverberating thrills through her loins!

"UUUMMMmmmmmm," she crooned.

He licked her a few more times, gently at first, and then with a more demanding kind of pressure. He moved the sticky crease of her tender pussy wider open by the force of his tongue until he was worming it halfway into her hole. On each inward push, he licked to the left and right, making the inner lips of her heating cunny throb with pleasure!

She felt her whole cunt spreading like warm jello as the lustful tongue demanded more and more of it. He thrust his face deeper between her thighs, and she quivered as she felt his chin touch against the lower part of her sex.

The sudden, sharp joy of having her pussy sucked made her legs flop almost off the arms of the chair. But he quickly brought both of his hands up and held her in position, forcing her to stay spread open for him as he slowly and hungrily ate her maidenly hole.

The pleasure became so quickly intense that she began to moan softly, and the nipples of her recently sucked tits grew deliciously firm and pointing, almost top-heavy for the coned base that had to support them.

Gregg was taking his sweet time with her, not really thrusting his tongue too deep or too fast. He seemed to want to give her all the long, drawn-out sweetness of a good tonguing before he went on to anything else.

But when the tip of his tongue rubbed over the spot high up in her cunt that she had learned to rub with her finger, she gave a little muffled squeal of joy.

He lifted his grinning lips from her pouting gash and glanced up at her.

"Like that?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Y-y-yes!"

"That's your clit, baby. It's like the head of my prick, and there's nothing more fun than to have a guy suck it for you. You wanta cum real good before I fuck you?"

She nodded, her brain blazing with passion and her eyes slitted greedily.

He ducked his carnal mouth 'back down between her legs and found her fanged clit with his tongue. This time he did more than just tease it. He began to gently roll it around between his lips, working his tongue roughly against it from all sides. He got his face pushed deeper into the trench of her thighs, so deep that the soft hairs covering her cunt made a little thin beard against his chin.

"God!" she hissed, her voice ragged with rapture.

His hands held her lustfully against the chair, and his tongue curled like a wet finger over and over around her tingling, throbbing clit.

"UUUNNNkk!" she gasped, "Ah! Ah-hah! AAAHHHhhhhh!!"

She was cumming... passionately and madly... and his lewd mouth was sucking the hotness right out of her thighs!

As she felt the first tremulous spasms hammering up from her womb, he did something to her that tripled her joy. He brought one of his hands down off her leg and touched his rigid index finger gently up into the tiny, brown bud of her ass.

As if she had been prodded by an electric prick. Anna jerked violently and achieved the deepest orgasm of her young life!

Her pussy seemed to explode against his worming tongue, and a hot trickle of her wanton juices dribbled quickly down over his chin.

He held his finger in place against her fluttering anus and continued to almost casually suck and lap her trembling cunt. To get every drop of her sluttish liquid, he turned his head to one side and slid his whole tongue deep into her shimmering slit, making her spasm yet again!

He kept his tongue burrowed to the root in the succulent warmth of her sleekly cushioned quim until her orgasm had run its delicious course, and then he slowly pulled away.

She was much too weak to move or speak. It was as if a warm blanket had been thrown over her whole body, and she was drifting in the air.

She still had her legs hooked whorishly over the arms of the chair when he stood up, but through her pleasure-glazed eyes she could see how the front of his shorts were tented out with the abnormally stiffened erection of his prick.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then smelled his hand as he grinned.

"That was really good stuff," he breathed. "And now I'm gonna fuck you, honey. You don't know what good cummin' is until you've been forced to juice off by a hard prick."

He pulled her up by her arms, and she came to a standing position like a rag doll!

He helped her over to the bed and made her lie down lengthways. Then he ripped off his shorts and stood looking down at her as he slowly stroked his sturdy cock with one hand.

His hardon was one of the best he'd ever had, over six stiff inches of horny meat throbbing to get into her soft gap!

He crawled on the bed with her, positioning himself above her supple young body on his hands and knees. His lustfully aroused cock rode out from between his legs like a lead pipe.

"C'mon, Anna," he husked, softly, "see if you can get your legs up around my waist!"

Weak as she was, she managed to lift both of her trembling feet and hook them brazenly around the strong young body hovering above her. And almost before she was finished, she felt the blunt head of his stimulated tool nudging eagerly between the sappy folds of her lubricated cunt.

Her pussy sucked in the cockhead of his stout prick with no trouble, but when he began to inch the powerfully gorged column deeper into her humid hole, she felt the quick, sharp pain of being fucked for the first time.

"N-no," she gasped, meekly. "Please, Gregg, it hurts!"

"Not for long, doll! Take more of me!"

"No! NO!!"

But the horny stud trying to screw her untouched slit was beyond taking anything but YES for an answer!

He held her down by the shoulders as he forced his brutally extended cock further and further into her tight, twitching pussy.

She could feel the precious agony of having a cockhead force the mossy walls of her hot cunt apart, and as if by instinct she made her vaginal muscles constrict to stop him. But the very constriction made her whole vagina pulse with pleasure! The grainy, lickerish channel of her sex seemed to both reject and suck in his lecherous prick!

"Take it, baby!" he hissed softly. "Yeah, take my big pack right to my fuckin' balls!"

Despite her furry moans of protest, he thrust his naked buttocks once or twice and drove his hellish young prod up to the hairs in her gulping cunny.

He stopped only when his balls were pressed snugly against the very rim of her stretched pussy, and his thick pubic hairs were mingled with her softer cunt fuzz.

To Anna's happy amazement, the pain had been transformed into the most delicious kind of joy.

Her whole cunt vibrated with the pleasure of having such a brawny cock pushed almost against her womb!

"Gregg," she purred kittenishly, the corners of her mouth turning up in a little pink valentine of happiness. "Oh, Boooooo!"

"Let's fuck, you cute little bitch," he whispered down at her, his flushed face framed by his thick, tangled hair. "I've been wanting to get my prick into your beautiful little cunt since the first minute I saw you!"

Her pussy contracted greedily as he whispered the lewd invitation, and the lips of her gorged slit closed like warm pincers around the strong base of his bestial young prick.

Without another word, he began to gently pump his buttocks up and down. Her pussy was so tight that his large cock barely moved in its sheathed pleasure, but bit by bit her sappy hole relaxed enough so that he was soon massaging her cunt with oily thrusts of his whole prick.

Anna closed her eyes and let her mouth fall slackly open. The drumming, erotic rapture of feeling Gregg's oversized cock pound in and out of her slavering snatch brought her to the brim of another delectable orgasm. She held off as long as she could, but when the winnowing, prickling spasms of completed lust overtook her, she didn't resist!

"F-f-fuck me!" she whispered, her voice deep and hot. "Oh, God, please fuck me!!"

His animal young body rose and fell above her with the monotonous regularity of a robot, and with each stroke he was forcing her pussy to suck the whole length of his strongly stiffened meat.

With an upthrusting of her own buttocks, Anna spasmed hard against his promiscuous prick, flooding the battering head with a warm balm of juices.

He didn't pause even when her cunt throbbed and bloated out, spilling salty fluids down over his balls. He simply kept fucking her as if nothing at all had happened.

Then it happened again.

Her frisky, inexperienced young pussy absorbed his hardon right to her smoking womb, and she climaxed all over again!

Anna soon lost count of the times he had made her cum.

All she could feel now was the numbing, spreading joy of his big cock sluicing in and out of her pouting cunny, and the nice way his large balls slapped against her buttocks with wet, obscene noises.

Her final orgasm was the one which triggered his own lusty balls to shoot. Her vaginal muscles contracted like a hot vice around the hard pole of flesh, and literally squeezed his sperm up from his testicles!

"S-s-shit!" he growled, opening his mouth and letting his tongue wag wetly out to one side as his balls tensed, then exploded. "Shit, it feels GOOD!"

His horny tool stiffened like stone in her hot pussy, and then she felt a torrent of spunk shoot like rockets high up into her womb.

She thought he would never stop cumming, and with each violent lunge of his draining prick the pleasured depths of her well fucked cunt responded by tightening even harder around his spurting cock.

When he was finally finished, and his grossly swollen young prick was pulled with a slurping sound from between the pink, wet, pooching lips of her pussy, Anna had never felt so satisfied in her life.

Even as the boy lay on his back, his penis jerking wetly over into a relaxed condition against his leg, she was curling up against him again, her lips warm against his ear.

"Fuck me again, Gregg," she pleaded softly.

He lay there, listening to her beg to be screwed again while his prick got softer and softer.

Finally, he pulled her flushed buttocks against his body with both hands and grinned into her hopeful face.

"I know somebody who'd love to fuck you, Anna, somebody who can go as many times as your damned little cunt can take it."

"W-who?" she breathed, hotly.

She had never seen such a wicked twinkle in a boy's eyes before as Gregg placed his lips against her small pink ear and whispered the forbidden word.

"My pa!"

As Anna slipped out the back door of the Wright house, it was if her mind had been stabbed by something long and blunt.

What Gregg had suggested to her so casually had shocked her speechless.

He wanted her to have sex with his own father!

She could still hear the boy's voice, low and husky against her ear. "I get girls for pa all the time, baby. He likes 'em real young, like you. The younger the better, pa says. And you oughta see the prick on him. Hell, if I'm ever half the man my pa is, I'll be the luckiest sonofabitch in the world. I watched him fuck four girls one afternoon... four of Tiffany's friends-and he made every goddamn one of 'em cum!"

She had listened, her cheeks flushed hot and tingling.

"Whatd'ya say, Anna? Wanta see if you can take one as big as pa's? I can arrange it."

That was when she had jumped off the bed and started pulling back on her panties!

Gregg had merely stayed on the bed, naked and sprawled, his own large and gradually thickening penis rising a bit off his leg.

"Hey, honey, don't run off mad. If you don't want a good screwing from pa then I'll give you another one!"

But she had shook her head no, and before Gregg could get his clothes on to follow her downstairs, she was out the back door and rushing up the alley.

She could never, she told herself, let Gregg Wright's father touch her. It would be like letting her own father fuck her, and even the thought of that sent goosebumps of discomfort down her spine.

When she reached home, her Mom was on the phone. Anna was still nervous as a wildcat, and she wanted to run on up to her room, but her mother stopped her with a sharp call from the phone.

"Anna? Come here!"

Anna went reluctantly to where her Mom sat with the phone in her hand, looking very worried.

"What is it, mother?"

"It's your grandmother, dear. She's worse, in the hospital. Do you want to take a couple of days off from school and go with me to Chicago?"

Suddenly the idea of escaping the little sexual cobweb she found herself tangled in with Gregg, and his horrible suggestion about his father, appealed strongly to Anna. She didn't really know her grandmother very well, and so she felt nothing in particular about wanting to see her. But she did want to escape!

"Yes, Mom," she said quickly. "Of course I'll go."

Less than six hours later, and after a hurried flight with hastily packed luggage, Anna and her mother stood in the hospital by the old lady's side. It was Rita's mother, and so she was in tears as she watched the withered face laboring to breathe under the oxygen tent.

Anna didn't really feel much of anything, except a general kind of pity for her Mom. After all, Anna had seen her grandmother only a couple of times in her life. They weren't exactly a close-knit family.

As they stood there, the hospital room door opened and another member of the family came in, Anna's Uncle Marvin, again somebody she hadn't seen since she was a tiny thing in pigtails. He was a large, slightly balding man with hair even on his knuckles. He was very well dressed, and he had a diamond ring on his little finger and a large, black cigar in the corner of his mouth. Although the cigar wasn't burning, he seemed to be puffing on it all the same.

Her Uncle Marvin kissed and hugged her Mom, then waltzed his strong arm around Anna and hugged her, too.

Then her Mom and her brother huddled around the bed, whispering in hushed tones about the condition of their ailing mother.

Anna finally wandered out of the room and down into the coffee shop of the big hospital. She ordered a coke and flipped through some movie magazines until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

It was her Uncle Marvin, smiling at her. And in the better light of the coffee shop, Anna could see that he looked very tired.

"Well, Anna, your Mom thinks you and I should go see how everything is at your grandmother's apartment. She says she wants to stay maybe all night at Mom's side, but I've got to get some rest. I just flew in from Europe, you know."

She didn't know, but she felt a tingle of excitement that her more or less long-lost uncle was so rich and important that he could fly from Europe to Chicago.

Her uncle had left his bag down at the emergency entrance of the hospital, so they went there and picked it up. Then they took a taxi to her grandmother's apartment, and rode up in the elevator together. When they got inside the well-furnished place, her uncle looked around through the rooms.

"You can sleep in there," he said casually.

"Oh, I'm not tired, Uncle Marvin."

He smiled and shrugged. "Well, I'm bushed, honey. You don't mind if I take a quick shower than fall into bed. I've got to get some sleep so I can relieve your mother later this evening."

"Don't worry about me," Anna insisted. "I'll watch TV or something."

"Fine."

He started away from her, but paused and looked back, as if seeing her for the first time.

His eyes twinkled in his craggy, moderately handsome face. "Say, you've grown up like a weed, little lady. I think the last time I saw you, you were still in rompers. It's a shame my import and export business keeps me so darned far away from everybody."

Anna smiled. "Where did you fly in from, Uncle Marvin?"

"Denmark, and that's one heck of a long trip. Hey, open my bag for me, will you? There's something you can have right on top."

"Really?"

"Sure. Just what a cute little girl like you might like."

While he took his shower, Anna popped open the expensive traveling bag and rummaged through the things at the top. She found a carefully wrapped package, then called out to her uncle if it was what he wanted her to have.

"Yeah... the package. Open it!"

She opened the package and found a beautiful little music box. It played Singing in the Rain with a lovely, tinkling sound.

She was toying with the nice gift when her eye fell on other things in the bag. She knew she shouldn't look, but since her uncle was splashing loudly in the shower, she decided to sneak a couple of quick, furtive glimpses of what other goodies he might have brought back from Denmark.

And that was the way she saw the dirty book.

It was stuffed to one side in the bag, and the instant Anna pulled it up the title jumped out at her in glaring letters. It was called SUCK MY BANANA!

Numbly, Anna flipped through the pages, gasping softly as the well-done color photos sprang up at her eyes, shocking but fascinating her.

Every photograph showed a man having his prick sucked by a beautiful and naked female! The poses were endlessly inventive, with close-ups of mouths circled wetly and hungrily over large, stiffly erect cocks. There were pictures of young boys being sucked off by older women, very young girls eating the hairy pricks of older men, black females licking on white cocks, and white females greedily sucking very large black organs! And there was one picture of three girls not one bit older than herself avidly licking and sucking on just one prick. The camera had angled so that all you could see were the faces of the three females turned so that they were sharing the fully erect, stout penis: one was sucking on the head of it, another was licking the column, and the third was stroking the big balls which hung below!

Anna felt her heart pounding savagely in her youthful breast as she stared at the picture.

Her Uncle Marvin was nothing in the world but a dirty old man!

Anna jumped nervously as she heard the shower tap being turned off and she barely got the pornographic book stuffed back into her uncle's bag before he came out of the bathroom, a bathrobe wrapped around his large, hairy body.

"Hey, you look a little flushed, Anna," he said, slowly. "You feeling all right after your trip?"

"Y-yes."

"You like the music box?"

She nodded, the corners of her mouth jerking up in an attempt to smile.

"Good. Well, I'm going to hit the sack for a while. Don't get into any mischief while I'm asleep. We'll go have a good dinner when I get up... okay?"

"Yes, Uncle Marvin."

He left his bag in the living room, went to the bedroom he had chosen for himself and shut the door behind him.

The room was suddenly as quiet as a tomb, and all Anna could hear was her own softly panting breath.

She waited until she was sure her Uncle Marvin was probably asleep, and then she pulled the book again out of his bag! She took the prurient thing to her own room and shut her door. Then she piled on the bed and began to look through the pictures again.

She had never dreamed that people could do such things in front of a camera. Such obscene things. Such abandoned, smutty things!

But as she poured over the pictures, the tingling hotness of her pussy couldn't be denied. The photographs were arousing her, and she found herself wishing with this photo and that one that she was the female doing the sucking, the lapping, the wet, hot licking!

She couldn't deny how much she had enjoyed eating Gregg Wright's big prick, and she wished for him right now. She could just imagine how his lusty young eyes would sparkle if he could peer over her shoulder at the lewd pictures. Such lurid ideas represented in the book would make Gregg's horsy young cock stand up between his legs like an iron bar!

The itch now spilled higher up into Anna's twitching little slit. She felt the tips of her sex pouting out hard against her panties, the cuntal hair quivering, her clit rising like a small, damp fang through the folds of her pussy.

As if in a dream, she quickly got off the bed and pulled off her clothes. Then, her slippery young body as naked as the day she was born, she crawled back on the bed and opened the book again.

The first picture she saw was of a lovely teen-aged girl sucking a grown man's penis. The girl had her lips ovaled snugly around the large head of the brutal, hairy prick. Her slender fingers, covered with cheap dime-store rings, were feathered up around the thick column of gorged flesh, and two or three fingers were pressed lower against the, firm swell of the oversized, black-haired balls.

With a low moan of frustration, Anna slipped one hand down between her legs and began to softly finger her throbbing cunt. The tip of her finger slipped easily into the sappy hotness of her cunny, and she moved it back and forth almost lazily as she turned the pages of the salacious book.

As her pussy turned on, so did her tits. The cones seemed to spring out like quickly filling little balloons, and the nipples turned a dark pink and firmed, hard and pointing.

She came to a picture that sent another harsh ripple of passion all the way up to her womb, making her sink her finger even deeper into her hungering hole.

The photo showed two girls eating one man. He was sprawled so that his legs were hooked up around the shoulders and necks of the two wanton cock-suckers. Each of the girls handled one of his massive nuts, their fingertips pressured deep into the whiskered globes. One was moving just the tip of her tongue over the flared ridge of his cockhead, outlining each lusty curve. The other girl had her tongue as far out of her mouth as she could get it, and it was curled halfway around the hard column of the man's meat.

Anna closed her eyes tight, a hot smile spreading up the corners of her lips as she pumped her finger gently in and out of the elastic warmth of her quivering cunt.

It was at that moment she heard the low, soft chuckle behind her.

Anna whirled her head around, popping her finger out of the sucking lips of her hot pussy. She stared right into the face of her Uncle, who was standing in the open doorway, still dressed in his bathrobe.

"Uncle JOE!" she gasped, flushing scarlet with shame.

He grinned slackly, his own cheeks dark with color, but not shame. He had obviously been enjoying the show she was putting on for some time.

"Like my book, honey?" he whispered.

"I... I..." Anna broke off, knowing full well that it would be hopelessly idiotic of her to try to wriggle out of such a whorish circumstance. Then she gulped in a quick breath and hissed softly back at him. "Y-you won't tell mother, will you?"

Her uncle grinned again, winking. "Are you kidding, Anna? Why in hell should I tell your Mom anything? She's got enough to worry about."

Her uncle took a step toward the bed, and at the same time he brought one of his thick, hairy hands up and slipped loose the cloth belt holding his robe in place.

Anna stared, her flesh tingling with wild, uncontrollable excitement as the robe fell open.

Her uncle had hair all over his body. It was a tangle of dark, matted ringlets on his chest and flat stomach. And it grew into a huge tuft below his navel and several inches out along the base of his prick.

But it was his prick that riveted Anna's most titillated interest. It was a very large thing, hanging softly down several thick inches below his balls. It was darker than his thighs, and the apple-shaped head at the end of it looked dry and clean. There were several huge veins that stood out on the sides of the mature penis.

Without saying a word, her uncle took the robe all the way off, then fumbled in the pocket of it for a cigar. He stuck the black thing in his mouth, then cupped his hands as he lit it. Then he blew out the match and tossed it aside, smiling again casually at her.

"You ever suck a man's cock, Anna?" he breathed, quietly.

She felt a lickerish thrill pound through her blood!

"I... I..."

"Maybe some boy?" he questioned.

The telltale flush over her face was all the answer he needed. His grin spread a bit, and he moved the big cigar over to one corner of his mouth.

Then he walked over to the edge of the bed, his large, lax cock wagging goatishly between his legs.

"There's a lot we don't have to tell your Mom, honey," he whispered, gently. "I won't tell her I had an idea you'd find that Danish pornography in my bag, and you don't tell her that you decided to find out all there is to know about sucking your Uncle Marvin's big prod."

Despite her initial fear, Anna felt her spicy young cunt throbbing wetly again!

She remembered what Tiffany Wright had told her about eating the TV-repair man, how his prick had been so big and juicy between her lips, and how it had taken the grown man much longer to cum than it did a teenaged male.

"C'mon, baby," her uncle husked, "let's do some of the things you've been looking at in the book, and to hell with using your finger on yourself. I've got a tongue in my mouth that would feel a lot better down there."

His drawled words held absolutely no threat in them, and the softness of his voice began to melt Anna's resistance!

"Play with it a little, Anna," he pleaded, gently. "See if you can get it hard for me."

Anna slowly changed her position on the bed so that she was on her hands and knees in front of her uncle. Then, with her fingers trembling with anticipation, she reached out and curled her hand all the way around his very large, soft tool.

She pulled his prick forward, feeling the first faint sign of a lumbering stiffness surging into the column.

"Suck it," he breathed.

Anna opened her fourteen-year old mouth and ovaled her lips lightly around the thick head of her uncle's cock. She ran her tongue wetly in circles, feeling the cockhead respond nicely to her wanton touches.

"Good," her uncle whispered, shifting the big cigar all the way over to the opposite side of his lips as she gingerly sucked at just the head of his prick.

Anna felt the whole column of his mature penis begin to fill with blood now, hardening to the delicious friction her tongue was making on the end of it.

Instinctively, she brought both of her hands up and cupped his hairy balls. They felt huge and warm between the tips of her fingers, and the matted hair covered her nails.

With a little moan of need, she took more of his strongly erecting prick into her mouth, sucking hotly as the flesh turned to stone.

Her uncle spread his feet apart and pushed his aroused cock gently further into her mouth, making the bloated head of it touch against the back of her throat.

Anna hummed softly as the taste of his grown and horny prick made icy ripples of pleasure crawl up her spine.

"Jesus, you do that good," he groaned. "You've damned sure sucked one of these before!"

As if to endorse his rakish observation, Anna pressed her fingers harder into his glowing balls and slid her stretched lips as far down toward the root of his cock as she could.

The black bristle of his pubic hairs touched against her nose before she slowly pulled back, leaving every inch of his massive tool gleaming with her saliva.

With another husky groan of delight, her uncle gently extracted his throbbing prick from between her reluctant, nibbling lips.

It stood rigidly out from between his hairy legs now, a burly, hot, purple-headed monster mad to be sucked longer and better by her cunning mouth.

He crawled on the bed with her, making the springs creak in protest as his large body joined with hers on the sheet. He was so strong that he literally pulled her into a sixty-nine position as easily as if she had been a cloth doll!

Anna had never experienced such a sex act, but she knew without being told that he was going to eat her pussy while she sucked his cock!

He forced her to get on all-fours above him, so that her pubescent cunt could be lowered right down over his face, leaving her perfectly free to suck his large prick in any fashion she chose.

His penis was now fully erect, standing up between his legs like a thick club, the dark hairs stubbled out an inch or two along the column.

With a kittenish sigh, Anna sank her mouth hotly down over the luscious morsel and began to gluttonously suck for dear life!

She sucked even harder and hotter as she felt her uncle's long, soft tongue worm lustfully up between the sprouted folds of her frisky slit. He pumped his tongue hungrily in and out of the dewy lips of her pussy, tasting her girlish charms as if he were eating pumpkin pie!

After a few moments of testing the hotness of her teenaged cunt, her uncle grunted with growing lust and slapped both of his large hands against the curves of her naked buttocks, holding her in place as he hammered his slobbering tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch.

The pleasure of having her budding young hole eaten was reflected in the greedy, voluptuous way Anna began to suck her uncle's big cock. She rode her wanton mouth all the way down to his balls with every stroke, constricting her cheeks very hard as she came back up so that the hard column of his prick was outlined on either side of her face.

It took almost thirty minutes of the most lascivious kind of sucking to make her Uncle Marvin cum. But she enjoyed every second of it, because for her trouble he repaid her by tonguing her into three or four of the most delicious orgasms imaginable. Her pliant, overheated young pussy almost drowned him with every gushing spasm of completed lust.

As for the cum Anna sucked so covetously to attain, it came in several savage, throat-gagging spurts, filling her throat like foiling honey!

The kind of hot honey from the male she was beginning to develop an insatiable appetite for!

As her Uncle Marvin's piping-hot spunk gushed thickly against the back of her throat, Anna sucked and swallowed with deep and stroking bobs of her head.

Her uncle groaned lustily as his large, grossly veined prick throbbed and ejaculated. Then, as Anna went down on him again until the thick black hairs at the base of his cock made a stubble against her nose, he stabbed his lecherous tongue back into her slick pussy and gobbled her sweet-tasting meat like an animal.

Anna moaned softly as the winnowing pleasure of having her tight slit so brutally tongued filled her loins like a fire. She wriggled her trim pussy hard against his slurping mouth, the girlish muscles in her buttocks tensing as one final spasm of joy rippled through her body.

The huge and hairy organ she had drained softened briefly in her mouth, but she kept lightly licking and loving it with her tongue. The pungent scent of his male sperm flooded like a perfume up into her nostrils, and the thick, fishy taste of his cream lingered in her mouth.

Her uncle finally pulled his lips away from her wet, pink cunt with a lewd smacking sound, leaving the hairs dripping with her expended juices.

"Jesus, what a hot little bitch you are," he husked happily. "I haven't had my cock sucked like that since I left Copenhagen!"

Anna grinned, giving the bloated, slimy head of his prick one or two more teasing licks with the flat of her tongue as she held it with both hands.

Then she slid back around and lay down on top of her uncle's hairy, somewhat corpulent body. Her own teenaged form seemed light on top of him, but she could feel his hairy chest and stomach chafing her warm flesh pleasantly.

She toyed with his warm ears, and then began to kiss him on his mouth.

With a savage grunt of fresh lust, her uncle placed both of his big hands at the sides of her head and pulled her delicious young mouth hard over his own. He drove his amorous tongue so deep into her throat that she gagged, but when he pulled back her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

The rim of her wanton little pussy was throbbing again now, and she could feel the numbing itch reaching high up into her womb. All she could think about was what Gregg Wright had asked her, if she would like to be fucked by his paw.

She knew the tasty treat now of a grown man's prick, and she could barely control the lascivious desire which had overtaken her and was driving such a blistering hotness up the channel of her adolescent cunt.

"Fuck me, Uncle Marvin," she whispered. "Please!"

The middle-aged man smiled lecherously at her, his eyes slitted and smoky with interest.

"Baby, I'm not one of your young bucks," he breathed helplessly. "Hell, couldn't you have said you wanted screwed before you sucked me off. I'm not good for much right now."

He saw the disappointment cloud her face.

He waited just a heartbeat, and then he cupped his mouth close to her ear, "You really need a good fucking, sweetheart?"

She nodded, her pulse pounding brazenly in her throat.

His large and hairy hands circled over the twin mounds of her small, naked buttocks. He pressured his fingertips into the firm, rosy flesh, making her pussy quiver against his hairy stomach.

"I know just the guy who can satisfy you, baby, but you gotta promise on a damn stack of courthouses that you won't ever tell your Mom."

"W-who?" she breathed back, knowing that she didn't really care!

"Friend of mine. The custodian in the building here. I've known Patrick from the time I lived here with Mom. He used to fix me up with girls, and I'd fix him up. Think you'd like to have him try to pump some of that mischief out of your cute little snatch?"

She nodded her head and nibbled at her uncle's earlobe.

Her uncle grinned, his eyes flashing. "Yeah, let me call old Patrick up here. Hell, maybe by the time he's through I'll be able to take a couple of rides on your beautiful little pussy myself!"

Her uncle got off the bed, leaving her sprawled in the middle as he walked back into the living room to the phone.

She heard him making some muffled conversation, and to pass the time she picked up the dirty book again and began to look at more pictures.

She found one of two Scandinavian sailors standing with their tight pants down on either side of a very willing girl. Both of the sailors had their stiff pricks stuck in the girl's mouth-one from each side... and her long, eager tongue was wrapped wetly around both of the cockheads. A beer bottle was stuck up the wanton slut's cunt, as if while she sucked she liked to have something filling her hole!

The naughty picture made Anna's own pussy tingle and quake.

Her uncle came back into the room, his large, soft penis wagging rudely between his legs. It looked larger and darker from the heavy sucking Anna had done, and one or two veins stood out prominently at the sides.

Her uncle casually lit his cigar again, then smiled at her. "Patrick will be right up, and he's horny as ever."

Anna waited, her nerves tingling with anticipation. Oddly enough, she realized that having sex with her uncle was like having it with a total stranger, and the man he had sent for would be even more of a stranger. And although she couldn't quite understand why, she felt less shame or fear from letting grown men she didn't know well toy with her body. After all, it wasn't as if either her uncle or this Patrick person lived next door to her!

When the knock came on the apartment door, her uncle hurried to let the custodian in, and when he brought him back to the bedroom, Anna's eyes bulged with surprise.

Patrick was as black as the ace of spades!

He was a tall, hard-muscled black man, much younger than her uncle. He had the kind of ebony skin that looks almost blue in the highlights, but there was something in the long, thick-lipped face and ridged brow that ignited the darkest sparks of curiosity and lust inside of Anna's youthful loins.

Without a word, Patrick took off his pants and shirt. She could see the large organ folded sideways in his white jockey shorts, and as he lifted his feet up one by one to pull off his shoes the imprisoned prick seemed to push out the front of his shorts like a fist.

Her uncle settled himself into a chair close to the bed, cigar smoking at the corner of his mouth. There was something about the almost boyish curl of his grin that suggested he had done this kind of thing many times before... watched another man fuck.

Anna felt a wild prickle of carnal need inside her cunt as Patrick raked off his shorts and tossed them down with the rest of his clothes.

His long, black prick swung out from between his legs like a snake. He was uncircumcised, and the wrinkled cowl of flesh almost completely covered the egg-shaped pink cockhead.

The size of the inky tool made Anna's tight little pussy constrict with both fear and pleasure.

Unlike her Uncle Marvin, the black man had no hair at all on his velvety-smooth skin. There was only a small patch of coarse fringe at the root of his oversized cock, and even his balls were smooth as satin.

He came to the bed with a wide grin on his face, and even before he reached Anna his cock was sticking straight out, as thick and hard and black as a big sausage.

With a wildly beating heart, Anna willingly opened her tempting young thighs just as she had for Gregg, and the sight of her gently parted cuntlips made the black prick stiffen into a final rigidity!

Patrick crawled on the bed, once again making it squeak with an erotic and musical sound. He positioned himself between her legs as if to thrust his large penis squarely up her slit, but instead he leaned over her and slowly took one of her perky little tits between his thick, sable lips.

Anna gasped as the negroid mouth began to suck and chew her spicy nipple, roiling it this way and that with a tongue that seemed huge to her.

Both of her nipples grew as firm as large pebbles!

Patrick released one tit, then slathered his wet, pink tongue over to taste the other one. He sucked back and forth from one swelling orb to the other, each time leaving her nipples firmer and darker and wetter than before. Before he was finished, he was sucking the whole cone of each breast deep up into his mouth, so deep that the tender white flesh crinkled around the dark lips sucking it.

The foreplay turned Anna on completely.

If before she had been afraid of the huge, dusky cock riding out between Patrick's legs, now she was demanding it!

Her panting breath made her uncle smile from where he sat, and he slitted his eyes to enjoy the spectacle of his well-built black friend about to fuck the small-boned, beautiful white girl.

The libidinous joy of sucking Anna's frisky young tits had made a change in Patrick's long cock. The pink head was uncovered now, and it looked like a large apricot attached to the end of the coal-black column of meat.

Expertly, Patrick forced just the cockhead of his titan prick between the succulent folds of Anna's eager pussy. Immediately, her sly young cunt sucked hotly around the invading bulb, moistening it all over.

"Y'all ready, honey?" Patrick whispered, his eyes glittering in his dark face.

For an answer, Anna brought both of her arms up and curled her hands around Patrick's strong, inky biceps. Nothing could possibly have looked more erotic in the filthy book her uncle had dragged back from Europe than the sight of her white, teenaged body, pussy spread and ready to take the immoderately long and large ebony cock of the grown black man.

He lifted his shiny dark buttocks and gave a short thrust, forcing the first inch or so of his prick into her pliant slit. The slippery-soft, white lips of her pussy rolled back moistly as the swarthy column of Patrick's penis rode crudely but smoothly into her cunny.

He paused, his large black prick throbbing lustfully just inside her twitching vagina, and then he drove it more than halfway up between her legs.

Anna gave a joyous little gulp as she felt the warm bar of dark meat pushing out the walls of her cunt. All along the channel of her pussy the tingling, tingling need for more of his cock triggered the deepest passion in her girlish core.

"More!" she hissed, softly, gazing almost dreamily up into the grinning, black face. "I... I want all of it, Patrick!"

The sluttish invitation to be fucked was all the muscular Negro needed! With the muscles bunching in his firm buttocks, he thrust his pussy-loving prick deep up into her lightly haired quim. It stopped a few inches short of his balls, and so he thrust again. He dug his dark knees deep into the mattress and bucked his hips forward until his jet-black cock was buried out of sight between the stretched folds of Anna's sex.

She could feel his African tool all the way up to her womb, and the pink head of it was touching lightly, teasingly right against her pulsing uterus!

"UUUMMMmmmmmm," she sighed, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a warm and grateful smile. "Fuck me, Patrick! FUCK!!!"

Her wantonly whispered words seemed to curl the black stud's hair even more!

With a grunt of muted lust he began to quickly stroke his gorged cock back and forth inside the broiling hotness of her adolescent snatch. On each stroke her pussy seemed to grow wetter and deeper, bloating out and constricting in tempo with his rhythmic pumping.

Her uncle still sat in the chair, watching-but his tired penis was showing some real signs of life again!

Patrick fucked her exactly the way he would have screwed one of his sisters in a cotton patch. He humped his blackish butt up and down as if it were oiled, and each time he pounded his prick home his firm, sooty balls slapped lewdly against the pale crack of Anna's ass!

She could feel the pleasure flaming up from her loins. Each staccato stroke of his long, hard dick sent a spill of ecstasy through her body, and in only seconds she was brimming on the edge of a deeply delicious orgasm.

With a little, soft neighing sound of delight, Anna lifted her legs and stretched them out on either side of Patrick's dark hips. She pointed her toes as the gushering joy of her spasming cunt overtook her like a rush of hot flames.

"GGGAAAHHH!" she gasped. "AHHHH... OOOHHHhhh!!!"

Her pussy flooded Patrick's slamming cock with a copious spending of juices!

He kept fucking her, making her spasming pussy suck hotly in one squishing gulp after another.

Her Uncle Marvin leaned forward in his chair as he watched her cum, stimulated by the sight of her pretty young face flushed with raw lust and pleasure. And stimulated even more by the sight of Patrick's stout, black prick as it oiled in and out of her irresistible slit, slimy as a snake with her joy-juice!

Having cum once, the fires of Anna's passion mounted even higher. With the agility of a jungle monkey being fucked by an ape, she climbed her trim white legs high up over the dusky back of Patrick, and then reached both her hands down to clasp the cheeks of his moving ass.

It was the final sight that her Uncle Marvin needed to make his own cock rise to the occasion!

He had seen his pal Patrick fuck a helluva lot of hot females in his time, but there was nothing in the book to compare with the way his young niece was making every pumping thrust count! From his vantage point, the view was electric enough to make a corpse get a hardon: Patrick had his buttocks flared apart so that his balls and cock could be free to hammer home into the roasted little cunt, and Anna had her legs curled like a love-vine around Patrick's waist, and both of her hands clutched like talons into his ass.

"Christ," the balding uncle rasped, feeling his own cock thicken rapidly, "I want some of this action, too!"

He got out of his chair and walked around and around the bed, trying to find some opening, more or less, for his own pleasure.

But Anna and Patrick were so lustily entangled that he could only stand there with his long, hairy prick throbbing helplessly until nature took her wanton course.

The course nature took was to finally squeeze the viscous fluid from Patrick's slapping nuts, and pour it like thick spurts of lava hard into Anna's pussy.

A low moan of salacious joy escaped Anna's lips as she felt the rapid injections of Patrick's black cock, filling her already wet and humid cunt like a big syringe!

Patrick's lust maddened climax triggered one for Anna, also. Her breath came in gasping, furious pants as her vaginal walls clasped Patrick's swollen organ and the juices seeped out over his testicles like warm honey.

Her Uncle Marvin was almost jumping up and down with lust!

"Pull out, Patrick," he rasped impatiently. "Lemme dick her!"

Patrick grinned almost lazily as the last drops of his hot spunk slupped from the tip of his satisfied penis deep inside the girl's hole. Then he slowly pulled his long cock out of the sappy softness, allowing it to make a popping sound as it pulled free of the clinging, reluctant lips.

Anna's uncle jumped right in the saddle, butting his thicker, more lecherous prod squarely up the foaming center of Anna's cunny.

Her uncle began to fuck her so hard that his hairy belly rubbed roughly over her warm, smaller stomach, and his bullish balls completely covered the thin crack of her ass.

Patrick stood by the side of the bed with his oversized prick drooping slightly, veined and slick from the powerfully expended juices of Anna's frenzied young cunt.

Then the black cock gave a quick jerk of attention as Patrick saw Anna wantonly signaling for him to come close enough to the edge of the bed for her to suck on him while she was being fucked.

Patrick didn't have to have the invitation engraved!

Like an old-time plantation slave bidden by his missus, Patrick nudged his black knees close up against the side of the bed and offered Anna's youthful mouth the feast of his magnificent black prick.

While her uncle savagely fucked her cock-maddened hole, Anna reached both hands up and grasped the slick, almost oily column of Patrick's big penis. It was still soft enough to feel like a sleepy snake in her fingers, but she pulled the dark snout of uncircumcised meat down to her lips and sucked it hungrily in.

Patrick stood with his long arms hanging limply down at his sides, staring down at the almost unbelievable sight of one of the cutest little white gals he'd ever seen trying her best to suck as much of his big, black pecker into her mouth as she could.

He grinned slackly, letting Anna feed any way she wanted to on his enormous prick.

As for Anna, she was lost in the scalding lust of the moment. With her cunt burning from the deep-massaging cock of her horny uncle, she sucked hungrily on the deliciously large black prick funneled down into her mouth. And the more she used her voluptuous tongue on the strapping penis, the larger and longer and harder it grew!

Patrick felt his erectile muscles stiffening into steel cords as the gobbling young mouth turned his cock into a dark club of lust.

"Atta baby," Patrick whispered, his thick lips riding back in a lascivious grin as he felt his prick twitch pleasurably between the tender lips of the young girl. "Eat it like cornpone! Suck my black dick! Mouth me good, honey!!"

Anna was too busy sucking to hear the feverish requests hissing from above her. With her eyes glazed in amorous passion, she bobbed her head back and forth, taking in seven or eight inches at a time of the thickly gorged dusky tool.

She could feel Patrick's lustful cock growing as stiff as stone in her throat, and she pretended that her mouth was her pussy and that she was merrily fucking him all over again!

In the meantime, her uncle was puffing like a choo-choo train as he worked to expel his sperm, to redirect the boiling juice from his balls to her cunt!

As his climax approached, the middle-aged lecher grabbed both of Anna's maidenly buttocks in his hands and lifted her high up off the mattress, literally slit-fucking her in mid air!

The novelty of having her pussy so royally treated brought a quick series of lovely spasms cascading through Anna's loins. Her whole vagina closed together around her uncle's delighted penis like a wet, soapy fist, and she experienced a prolonged and thrilling orgasm.

Juices dripped from the rim of her satisfied snatch as her uncle continued to pump his own exploding prick into her to the root.

Then, with the lusty roar of a satyr, her Uncle Marvin brutally unloaded his overheated balls into her squirming cunt. His powerfully ejected fluids cauterized the core of her pussy with one thumping splash of spunk after another.

And even as his weary testicles paid their ultimate tribute to such a beautiful and willing young hole, Patrick was reaching another point of no return.

His black prick was buried down Anna's throat to the nap of crisp pubic hairs at the root. And one or two lusty strokes of his tensed buttocks released the brimming level of his nuts to the searching young tongue.

Patrick filled her throat with enough sperm to populate half of Georgia!

It was several seconds later that Anna recovered enough to realize that she had the hot cream of two contented males foaming both out of her cunt and the corners of her mouth, and that she was loving every drop of it.

There was no doubt at all in her scheming, oversexed young mind now about what she would do when she got back home. And it centered quite shamelessly on none other than Gregg Wright's well-hung, cunt-craving pa!!

Anna woke up in her own bed back home and stretched lazily. She had made the long flight back from Chicago, leaving her Mom behind to stand watch over her sick but lingering grandmother. Her Uncle Marvin had driven her to the airport and seen her off, and Anna could still remember the grateful twinkle in her uncle's eyes as he kissed her good-bye and pressed a fifty dollar Richard into her hand.

"Sure hope to meet you again real soon, honey," he had crooned. "You've made an old man happy as a damn boy."

She had kissed her cute uncle back, whispering in his ear that he wasn't old, that he wasn't very much older than her wonderful Daddy.

The mention of her father's name had made her uncle grin. "Say, I'll bet that brother-in-law of mine really has to tie down his pecker with something like you parading around all the time."

"Why, shame on you, Uncle Marvin," she had breathed, "I'm sure Daddy never thinks dirty thoughts the way you do."

Her uncle made one of those husky "heh-heh" sounds that dirty old men are famous for, then lowered his voice to one final bombshell whisper of information: "Didn't your White Knight papa ever tell you about him and me and your Mom before they were married?"

"N-no. What?"

"You still got your sweet little hand on that stack of courthouses? You swear you won't tell?"

"I promise, Uncle Marvin!"

"Okay,