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April, Slut - 2
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)
***
April, a beautiful fourteen year old smart black girl,
discovers she likes cock... lots of it. (mf-teens,
youths, voy, inc, intr, mast, oral, anal, orgy)
***
Time passed...
Skating down the street that leads toward the baseball
field, April savored the ache she felt between her
legs. Like rubber bands that had been stretched well
and then released, all her muscles rebounded with the
tingling sensation of life, especially the strong
muscles of her inner thighs. She had spread her young,
supple legs wide to the force of life and it had rushed
into her and pulsed inside her and filled her. And now
some of it was dribbling out. She shielded herself
beside the first convenient tree and used some Kleenex
she had taken from Damon’s bathroom to stuff between
the tender lips of her pussy.
There were boys at the ball field and she paused to
look at them. Each one was subject now to a more
sophisticated evaluation by the adolescent girl than
they would have been just yesterday.
That one was probably seventeen and he was still too
gawky. That other one was too skinny. And in fact a lot
of them were pretty ordinary. But that one, over there,
now that was a hot number! Look at the way he moved.
Look at the nice long fingers. And his beautiful strong
legs; she’d like to have those wrapped tight around
her. She knew his name was Aaron and she hoped he had a
big dick. She skated away. Each flex of her adorable
little ass proclaimed her new desire: "fuck me" it
said. In fact, even when still it spoke in four letter
words.
***
Meanwhile, the boys had cleaned themselves up, pulled
on trunks, and headed for the beach. The cloud cover
was beginning to lighten and the breeze was dying down.
The low pressure was moving northeast rapidly, out into
the Atlantic.
The water was warm and they swam and played about
casually, but both were more quiet than normal, and a
little pensive. It wasn’t the fact that he had just
fucked his cousin -- incest, Alex realized. What had
him thoughtful was the ease with which the deed was
done. April hadn’t been fucked before, that was clear,
but the way she had slurped up his dick, the way she
had bent over to take it up the ass, well, she wasn’t
like any other girl he had screwed. April was more like
a little whore. He hadn’t had to coax her to do
anything and in fact she pretty much took the lead.
And then there was Damon. Handsome Damon. He had liked
the feel of Damon’s hands when he applied the oil. He
remembered thinking how beautiful Damon looked with his
head between her legs and his glowing golden body
stretched across the bed. And Damon actually had his
mouth on Alex’s cock and balls as Alex was fucking
April. Wild!
But the problem was, he and April went to the same
school and Alex didn’t know how these new events would
change things there. True, she would be a sophomore and
he a senior and they each had their own friends, but it
could get complicated.
Damon was preoccupied with his thoughts also. It was so
fine, he thought, to watch April slide up and down
Alex’s big rigid dick. All of it disappeared deep
inside her and when it emerged he couldn’t help but
lean forward and lick his friend’s shaft. And when he
eased his own cock up the girl’s asshole he could
actually feel his friend’s cock inside there too.
Damon’s only regret was that he hadn’t sucked Alex
himself, and as they lay side by side on the sand,
these thoughts caused an erection in his tight
swimsuit. It was now only a matter of time, he knew,
before he would seduce Alex.
Neither had spoken for some time when Damon said simply
and quietly, "I always wanted to fuck April."
Some kind of grunt sound came from Alex, which they
both took to mean, "doesn’t everybody want to fuck
her?"
***
By now April had reached the beach, but about a mile or
so to the east of where the two boys were. She got out
of her skates and used a convenient drift wood log as a
pillow. Her body was still reverberating with her
recent orgasm; she was aware of the slight sting in her
cunt and the very exquisite throb of pleasure in her
asshole. Amazing, it was just amazing, and more than a
little shocking to her that a very short time ago she
had a boy’s cock in her mouth, a cock up her ass, and
one in her cunt. She looked at the clouds breaking
apart to reveal blue sky, and she formally pronounced
the words to herself: "I am no longer a virgin."
The sky was brightening and the clouds were getting
whiter and lighter. "A pussy" she whispered softly to
herself. "A fucked pussy."
Her muscles absorbed the warmth of the sand under her.
She let her back sink into it and opened her legs
slightly. Within the new sensations down there between
her legs she noticed nevertheless something was
missing. Not her cherry, forgodsakes and good riddance.
It was something lower down and more basic: it was an
absence of muscle tension.
She now realized she had been going around — how long
had it been? — with her thigh muscles slightly
clenched, as if to resist having he legs opened against
her will; in other words, to resist being raped. But
she hadn’t been raped, she had been fucked silly, and
it was her own choice. The realization made her muscles
even slacker, and she melted more into the sand.
When she awoke her heart was beating very contentedly.
The sky was almost all blue now and the light breeze
across the beach was warm and soothing. She lay for
awhile listening to the small, thin and far off sounds
that voices make at the beach. The laughter of the
children, the calls of the adults blended with the hiss
of the surf made her feel at ease and safe.
Well, not completely. Almost everyone around her was
white. She was black, young, a teenager. But... Things
were getting better weren’t they? She might even marry
one of them, who knows? She wondered if white boys had
big dicks. In the meantime, she had all the dick she
wanted.
***
Aaron had noticed April stop outside the ball field
fence to gaze at the boys for a few minutes. Aaron was
always aware of April. She was one of his best jerkoff
fantasies. He was sixteen and had his hand around his
cock at least once everyday. He usually pulled his
prick at night in bed, but there were some days he just
couldn’t wait for night. Today was one of those days,
and it was because April had stopped to watch. He had
gotten a hard-on soon after she arrived, and it would
not quit.
The little bitch had a gorgeous body. He always watched
her when she was around: her long black lashes over
almond eyes, her long neck and light skin. It enflamed
him just to look at her firm tits and nipple buttons
under the fabric, and the way her pussy was molded by
the lycra shorts. And when she was in front of him his
cock tingled because he could almost feel how the deep
cleft between her ass checks would caress his rod, and
how he would come. It was getting up the courage, not
his dick, that was the problem.
But right now he had to jerkoff. That’s why he
separated himself from the game and drifted to the far
end of right field. There was a small cinderblock shed
there low to the ground. It had been used years ago to
store equipment when there was a minor league team on
the island, and the door was missing, but it provided
enough privacy that now the kids used it to smoke and
suck each other off.
Aaron went to the darkened far corner, tossed down his
glove and shirt, unhitched his belt and pushed down his
shorts and underpants. When he was this hot sometimes
just this action alone was enough to make he spurt. He
knew the rest of the boys would figure what he was up
to since most of them had put the shed to exactly the
same use, but he knew he’d be finished quickly and
didn’t care.
***
On the beach, April’s more run of the mill bodily
demands asserted themselves. She was starving like
crazy! She must have been asleep for hours. Mid-
afternoon no one would be home. She could sure do with
a burger or two from Caesar's. But she was at the wrong
end of the beach for that. Unless...
If she cut through some woods across the beach road
really carefully she could get their pretty quick. She
was still comfortable there on the sand and could stay,
except for her stomach. Really, she thought, what more
do people really have a need to do except eat, shit,
and fuck? Life didn’t have to be so friggin'
complicated.
She raised herself with some effort, brushed of, flung
the skates over her shoulder, and set out.
Actually, April was destined never to have that burger.
Not that day. Beyond the road a short distance and
hidden by the woods, was a paved bike path she needed
to cross. She was going to fuck up her white socks
doing this, but she was too hungry to care
After crossing the road she stepped around lightly and
started looking for a clear way deeper into the woods.
That’s just when her eye caught a flash of red. She was
far enough from the bike path to assume she was alone,
but there was something, or someone in there with her.
She froze.
No one seemed to be around. There was no sound, none
except the innocent sounds of a summer’s day. But then
she did notice, maybe fifty feet away, in front of her
on the right, some blue, some purple, and some
movement. Then, shit, she understood.
Somebody, a white person, was over there, not too far
away, and was naked, and there was more than one of
them.
"Shit!" April thought, all senses alert.
She also thought she should get the hell out of there
and leave the white folks do whatever their crazy asses
were doing. Maybe they were just taking a piss, or
whatever, but maybe they were up to no good and a young
black girl alone in the woods would not stand a chance
against a bunch a whites. She ought to get her fucked
black ass out of there before it got fucked in a nasty,
bad way. But if they were up to no good April couldn’t
just walk away, she had to see what was going on. Her
teenage imagination was kicking in. Maybe they even
murdered someone!
Whatever was going on was absorbing the whites’ total
attention and April was able to creep ever so slowly,
ever so quietly, closer. It took a while, but she got
near enough to see the action and still, she was sure,
stay well hidden. And damn, the action was hot!
There were three of them. Two pretty young women and a
cool dude, and though they seemed old to April they
were college age, maybe twenty or twenty-two. The women
were very buff, with beautiful breasts, and the guy was
rather well made himself, athletic, and he had a tight
ass. His face was buried in the one girl’s cunt, and
the other girl was under him, sucking on his cock.
April smiled to herself. "Well!", she thought, "some
white guys have big ones".
Her instinct told her to back out of there and get
away. But having engaged in the very same act for the
first time just a short while ago, April’s curiosity
about the mechanics wouldn’t let her leave. It was a
beautiful sight, actually, the way these bodies were
connected. Fucking: an odd thing, but such a wonderful
thing. The animal nature of it was a powerful thing to
see. So stimulating. April’s hand went down to her
crotch and began a light, very gentle massage.
The three that she was watching had ridden their bikes
to this spot: that bit of red she first spotted was one
of the bikes. The girl getting her cunt eaten had lay
back on the thick cushion of soft pine needles and was
holding her legs up and wide open, knees bent. He was
on his hands and knees, so he only had to thrust
slightly to run his dick into the other girl’s mouth.
She in turn was stretched out on the ground with her
head between his knees. All three of them were making
small cooing sort of sounds.
It all looked very delicious to April, and she got an
idea of what she must have looked like with the boys
just a short time ago.
***
That evening April had a quite dinner with her mother.
Sally Henderson looked a little more closely at her
daughter that evening. She seemed to sense, in a way
that mothers know these things, that it had been a big
day for April, that something important had occurred.
Sex was the first thought in Sally’s mind. April was
one stunning girl and her mother was proud of her, but
also worried. Long ago she had made sure April knew how
to keep from getting knocked up. But sex itself wasn’t
the issue for her mother.
April, she felt, was old enough to get laid if she
wanted it. And besides, in high school Sally herself
had all the young cock she had needed and not to allow
April some freedom now would be hypocritical. But she
knew April probably magnetized the sperm in the balls
of every man who had a heartbeat and was within a mile
of her daughter. Rape is what worried Sally. She had
told April a number of times not to wear such sexy,
tight clothing and never to get herself alone and
isolated with someone she didn’t know.
Each time, April would patiently reassure her mother
that she was always, always very careful, and that she
liked to wear the clothes she wore (because [this part
unspoken] she liked being a cock-tease). Finally, what
also had to be taken into account is that her girl was
also an excellent student at the private school she
attended. April was an A plus student, well spoken and
poised, was well liked by teachers, and was winning
awards for her work.
She was a leading student to which other students
deferred. She played on the volleyball and the baseball
teams. She worked hard on the school newspaper and did
volunteer jobs. She was articulate and forward and all
the adults who knew her felt April had prospects for a
bright future and would go far. Lenient and indulgent
by nature, Sally couldn’t bring herself to be too
strict with the child.
After dinner April called her friend Cali, another
maximum beauty, and asked her to come over so they
could get ice cream, then walk to the park. They had to
talk, April said, she had something important to tell
Cali that just couldn’t wait. April had to tell someone
right away even though she was certain her friend
wouldn’t believe her story.
Cali is fifteen and an island friend. A youth like
April, all tits and ass in shape, she could be mistaken
for the younger sister of the pop singer Lauryn Hill.
Cali exudes the same degree of sexuality as does April.
The two had become friends because Cali mentioned one
day she liked to write poems.
This impressed the younger girl so much she asked if
she could read one of them. Cali took her to her house
and in her room read a poem about a far away place in
which a sweet princess was sad at the death of the pear
tree, under which she had been born. It made April cry
and Cali was so moved by April’s reaction she hugged
her, and they kissed.
They went for the ice cream. As usual, Cali brought her
dog Pete, and they found the perfect bench—their
favorite—where they could watch the boys, look out over
the sea, and still be seen by anyone who cared to
notice two young, hot, spermy brown-skinned chicks.
As soon as they were settled, April launched into the
story, telling in great detail what had happened and
how she felt. Finally, she said that watching the white
dude with white girls had turned her on and though she
felt scared discovering them she wished she had been a
part of it. Cali was skeptical about the story,
nevertheless she pressed April for more and more
details. Through the long telling of it Pete the dog
keep nuzzling his wet nose into Cali’s crotch, no doubt
because he could smell her becoming aroused. Goddamn
Pete! He couldn’t wait until bedtime, the little pig.
The story April was definitely, positively not going to
tell Cali was about Alex. She wasn’t about to risk
having to share Alex with any competition. And beside,
she liked the idea of feeling a little bit superior to
her friend, even though she was a year younger.
But child, let me tell you this: April’s little musk
melon ass would have fallen right off that bench if she
had known the truth—that Cali in fact had been sucking
off Alex for, what was it now, a third summer—which
means she was a tender twelve years old the first time
it happened! Cali had swallowed so much sperm from Alex
she was worried she might start growing hair on her
face.
***
That night in bed Cali relived the story she heard from
April while the ever faithful Pete used his long juicy
tongue on her swollen hot clit, just as he had been
well trained to do from puppyhood.
As April lay in her own bed awaiting sleep, she
reflected on the day’s events. Well, now. First off,
she was no longer a virgin. Second, sex was terrific.
Thirdly, if sex was so good, why did adults seem to
always act weird about? Sex was everywhere you looked
around: on television, movies, in the songs and
magazines, clothes, and ads she saw and books she read,
so it should be all right, right?
It looked like fun. But from what she could see, the
adults seemed to think sex was some mysterious,
difficult thing that kids needed protection from, as if
kids her age weren’t supposed to have a sex life and
had to be protected because sex was really not fun. Not
fun for them! They almost acted like it was bad. It
made no sense. At school, for instance, she could get
condoms, but was not allowed to look at pornography on
the internet.
For April, what made sense was this: her body was ready
for sex so it must be the right time, otherwise what
was it for? It really was fucked up and made her wonder
if adults really knew what they were doing, not only
with sex, but a lot of other things as well.
Alex, before climbing into his bed had washed, and was
now checking himself out in front of the full length
mirror in the bathroom. His naked body glowed with
health. Not extraordinarily vain about his body, Alex
nevertheless did appreciate himself whenever the
occasion arose. And on this occasion the thing he
appreciated most arose very prominently, stiff and
round, between his legs. He knew that his dick was big,
that was certain. It wasn’t an unsightly monster, it
was just... well... large.
What he liked most was its beautiful proportions and
the way it dangled when soft. The way, when it went
rigid, the head gleamed, and how when he squeezed his
groin muscles the head flared even bigger. It looked
like a well handled tool, a golden brown object
burnished with years of care from loving hands. He had
had his hands around it ever since he could remember;
it was one of his earliest memories. Lately, it seemed
as though many other hands were getting around it. The
thought of April made him go fully rigid. Then Damon.
Then he remembered the girls who used to suck him off
last summer. And before that, the first girl he fucked.
And before that, the queer guy who used to blow him in
the back seat of his car. And even before that, the
teacher, a young woman, who used to feel him up during
the play rehearsals in ninth grade and got him so hot
he would excuse himself to go squirt off in the boys’
room. He ran the palms of his hands over his smooth ass
and thrust his hips forward. Yes, he thought, they sure
love Alex and his body, especially the dangly thing
between his legs, don’t they? They sure loved to get
their hands on his rod.
Meanwhile, Damon was fast asleep, the stiffy between
his legs tenting out his mother’s percale sheets
against the summer moonlight.
***
April stayed out of sight the next day, Friday.
But by Saturday she was ready for Alex again, and she
knew just where to find him. Weekends, Alex worked at
the Oak Bluffs Amusement Arcade. It opened at eleven,
but he had to be there by nine to mop the floors, wipe
off any cup rings from the tops of the pinball machines
and make shine the things that should shine for the
customers who would drop hundreds of quarters through
the slots of amusement machines each day.
The rest of the day the humpy teen gave out change and
enjoyed himself greatly with the girls and women who
flirted with him. More than a few times an older woman
had pinched his ass or brushed her tits against him,
and the boldest had rubbed his crotch. Mostly white
girls and women. The beach made everyone hot, even when
the sun didn’t shine.
The room smelled of old wood and cardboard. April led
Alex to the far end, by a little window. It had a
couch, the very place, April surmised, where her mother
got fucked. There was a small table and a few random
old wooden chairs, scores of cardboard boxes and a
small bookcase upon which sat a small black-and-white
television and a tabletop refrigerator.
The room was used mostly to store things and April had
been here before. It was next to Tom Stafford’s office,
which April used to visit when little. Stafford was the
owner of the Arcade and April’s mother had worked for
him nearly eight years. These two rooms on the second
floor were connected by a wide hallway which contained
some file cabinets, and a desk at which Sally worked
when she did the books.
April sat on the couch and Alex stood in front of her.
She could see he already had an erection. She carefully
unzipped his jeans, pushed them down, and started to
suck him off.
"You know," she said softly, "I didn’t get enough of
this the other day. You shot so fast!" She was dressed
in old faded cut-off jeans, her snuggest pair, and a
white sleeveless blouse, also snug, under which
operated the sheerest, most transparent and sexiest
bra. The effect of the bra was to just barely hold her
wonderful breasts in place while enhancing the profile
of her erect nipples, letting them show through the
blouse.
"Yeah," sighed Alex, "I was way too... you know,
damn... you’re hot April..." he panted as she began to
slide her moist tongue all round the large head of his
cock, "you were like, just... like a little... ah,
dog... really... ready to get fucked!" He stopped
himself from saying bitch. As it was, he was afraid he
had insulted her with what he did say. He looked down,
a little apprehensive.
His cousin looked up at him with her beautiful doe
eyes. There was no expression on her face except one of
utter bliss. "Woof doggie doggie, woof!" she replied,
and gave him the cutest, beguiling smile, then went
back to her slurping.
Alex just threw his head back and chuckled. It was
going to be a busy summer, indeed.
She got a good long time on his rod that day. Both of
them were much calmer than they were the first time.
She was able to concentrate on her technique now, and
to try different tongue movements and nibbles. They
discovered they both liked it when she licked the
underside of his balls. Alex showed her how to squeeze
gently to make the skin taught over his balls and then
apply her lips and tongue to the extra sensitive skin.
She loved the way her young athletic cousin smelled
between his legs. It sent her into a sexual rapture to
imagine he was her stallion and it was her job to take
care of him. She spread her legs wide and began to rub
her labia through her jeans, a film of perspiration
glazing her forehead.
She now moved to concentrate on his dickhead,
increasing the pressure of her lips and tongue and
rubbing the glans on the roof of her mouth. Before long
Alex started to moan and show signs he was ready to
shoot. He warned her, then grabbed her ponytail to hold
her head tight against him. This time she was ready.
Alex’s large penis was stretching her mouth, but she
nevertheless tried to jam the head of it down her
throat.
This action pushed him to the final level and he pumped
four long jets of semen into her. She broke away and
fell backward, trying to jam a finger up into her cunt
despite her jeans, all the while whimpering and tasting
his jism and rolling it on her tongue. She motioned him
to bend down and they kissed with open mouths, Alex
able to taste the warm sperm that had been inside him
only moments ago.
They recovered after a short rest. She had reached a
peak but hadn’t actually come. Alex’s remark about
being a dog still excited her. They quickly stripped
out of their clothes and the girl leaned over the back
of the couch, her smooth golden ass offered to the boy.
"Fuck me like I’m a dog!" she declared. "Stick your
dog-dick in me," she demanded, stressing the word with
guttural sounds.
Alex was excited by the image, and his cock, which had
softened slightly, now regained it’s full rock hard
stiffness. She snuggled down into the cushions to be
more ready for his weight.
If April was the golden retriever, he was the sleek
black Doberman, his member dripping with natural
lubrication. He put it where she wanted it and began to
push in. She was incredibly wet and also incredibly
tight. He had only a few inches into her when he
encountered strong resistance and for a moment thought
it would be a repeat of the first time, when they had
to stop because it hurt so much. But suddenly his young
cousin opened up and gave way and being so wet this
time his whole dick now slid up into her quickly,
causing him to moan and she to gasp with the sudden
pleasurable invasion.
Her 110 pound frame looked delicate next to her
cousin’s bigger body, the same sleek body quietly
admired by many girls on the football field of their
school. For not just a few white girls at school it was
very stimulating to think of a black dick against their
extra virgin, pampered Caucasian pussy. So naughty, so
dirty... so dangerous, and so delicious! The forbidden
fruit was therefore all the more the object of desire
for many more virgins than Alex could guess. Any one of
them would have traded places with April instantly.
The ripple of burnished muscles along Alex’s back and
shoulders and ass grew stronger as she loosened to him
more. Still, though, his cock was gripped tight, a hot
and strong clenching juvenile embrace between the two
of them. He began small in and out movements. The
morning light gaining in the window bathed their smooth
taught bodies in a golden color.
Yes, she thought, they were like two young dogs because
they just had to fuck, it was their instinct and their
right, and, jesus, she could now feel his heavy balls
slap against her labia as he began to thrust with
greater and greater force. And then there was that
other thought. The one that wouldn’t go away and that
she in fact liked and which finally pushed her up to
the highest hottest level of her young life: she was
being fucked, and fucked real hard, right in the same
place where her own mother got her own fucking.
Right here is where her mother got dick in her, right
in the same cunt from which she was born fourteen years
ago.
As her orgasm took over and she crumbled down into a
panting, crying heap, Alex furiously pumped his big,
slick, and hard dick into her and shot a second strong
load.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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