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Sated
by Realoldbill (address withheld)
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A young stud's busy afternoon at work and play. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st, rom)
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"Billy, you pig," Mona said with a smile as she
screwed herself still deeper on my upright shaft with
my gripping hands squeezing her hard nipples out
between my splayed fingers. "Don't just lie there; get
to work."
"I'm fucked out, baby. Sorry. You're about the twelfth
girl to mount my prong, and it's sore and tired. I've
done the two hours you asked for."
She wriggled in the saddle, getting comfortable with
my more or less rigid penis well up inside her and
rubbing her folded-in clit as well. The little beauty
gritted her teeth, but I really was worn out. "You are
one big horse," she said with a grin as she started
leaning forward and bouncing. We were in the basement
playroom of her big home and toward the last phases of
her sweet-16 party.
My poor eager cock, with the help of injected drugs of
course, Edex I think, had been one of the highlights
of her rowdy party. I wondered from time to time what
she had done with her parents as the bedrooms filled
with humping couples and the booze disappeared. And I
had to admit that I enjoyed the first five or six
girls I let mount up and get a ride. The ones that
posted were a problem but most of them did not last
long. My thickness is what gets them I'm sure.
But now as things got quite, it was just the two of
us, and this was the first time I had ever boned Mona,
one of the prime sub-debs in my high school. I looked
up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her
mouth open as she whimpered and gasped. I released her
lovely boobs, grasped her trim waist and held her to
my belly as I drove every inch I could muster up into
her and held it there until it flexed and jumped.
She climaxed with a scream and fell down on me,
blubbering, mashing her ample jugs and oozing fluids
out over my shriveled balls. When she recovered and
rolled off, I found my clothes, thanked her for
inviting me and accepted the fifty she had promised
for entertainment.
In the passenger seat of my car, sound asleep, was
Mona's little sister whose name was Ginger and who,
despite the fact that she was only thirteen, was some
hot babe with long legs and a great ass. Now I have to
admit that I like breasts; I'm very fond of them and
certainly enjoy squeezing and sucking or nibbling any
hooter that at least fills my hand, but in truth, I am
an ass man, and little Ginger, even when she wasn't
wearing heels, had a great set of firm and shapely
buttocks, like a pair of over-inflated soccer balls
that she had known how to use for some time, probably
since she started to walk.
I've really tried this year not to fuck girls under
sixteen, but, of course, I have failed numerous times
when some horny youngster spread herself for me and
begged to be ravaged. I felt my tired cock swelling
again although I was sure the drugs had worn off. I
had not ejaculated more than twice and my balls were
still full.
"Oh Billy," Ginger sighed, getting up on her knees and
leaning toward me so that her fine round breasts fell
right out of scooped-necked, ragged-hemmed, chop-top
t-shirt, "I'm dying for it. I watched you with that
blonde one, you know, the tall one with the plastic
boobs, and I just couldn't believe how big and
beautiful your penis is." She licked her lips and
blinked her eyes as she arched her back. "It's like a
huge piston, isn't it?" Her drooping shirt slipped all
the way off one shoulder and down to her elbow. Her
nipples were tiny, pink gumdrops.
I reached around and grasped her butt with both hand
and pulled her to me, capturing her mouth with mine as
I wriggled out from under the steering wheel and got
down on the floor in front of the passenger seat. I
freed her mouth and turned her around so her back was
to me and then I yanked down her shorts and tiny
panties and got my mouth up between her ass cheeks and
my tongue into her immature pussy.
I was amazed to feel my over-taxed cock quiver and
surge, bending double in my pants, leaking lube. I
licked and kissed her buttocks, patted them gently,
then smacked them hard and got back into her slit as
she wiggled and moaned, urging me on, begging me to
take her as she creamed.
Ginger squealed when I found her hidden clit and then
she shuddered and climaxed, soaking my face as I
reached down and unzipped. When I pulled her to me and
my rigid cock entered her slippery little cunt and
lifted her right off the seat, I knew I had another
virgin and slowed down as my hands went up under her
loose-fitting shirt and covered her fine little boobs,
teasing out her small nipples. Tight and rippling, the
best kind. Her hymen stretched. Another irresistible
temptation.
"Don't hurt me; please, please, don't hurt me," she
whimpered as her buttocks moved in concert with my
still-eager ram, up and down, up and down, rolling and
thrusting, eager for pleasure. It didn't seem to
matter how many females or how many ejaculations I had
enjoyed, when there was another one to plunder, I
erected and then I penetrated and ravaged and usually
spurted semen.
Ginger squealed and kicked when I split her hymen and
then pressed another half-foot or so up into her tight
and fluttering pussy and pulled the lever to lower the
top of the passenger seat. My huge manhood became
wonderfully curved and wrist-thick when I took them
from behind and seemed to fit most female bodies
perfectly as I mounted, my head right on the car roof,
tearing deeper and deeper, ripping her open as her
rounded ass jerked from side to side.
Once I was all the way in to the balls, I started
working on Ginger's nice little tits with my thumbs
and fucking her in four-ram groups, holding the fourth
one until it flexed, bending forward and bracing my
feet on the dashboard. The girl made strange and
continuous animal noises, whimpers I guess you'd call
them, as I put my body on automatic pilot and just
enjoyed the ride, rocking the car from side to side,
doing I'm sure a hundred thrusts without pausing.
The seats of my car had already had plenty of virgin
blood so I certainly didn't worry about what I felt
flowing over my churning balls. Her squeals were music
to my ears. The sounds of our coupling were now rather
squishy but accelerating toward an even nosier climax.
I teased out her tits and whispered in her ear, "Are
you protected?"
She shook her head and gasped out something negative
so I shifted my grip to her lean hips, pulled my prick
out of her with a sucking plop and flipped her around
so her legs were over the seat back and her upside-
down head was right where I wanted it.
I came in her mouth and throat, just two gobs of my
creamy cum with almost no power behind them and then
got back under the wheel and told her to get out
quickly. Sobbing, she got untangled, whimpered, "Thank
you," and left, limping and dripping, my slime running
down the inside of her plump thighs, shorts in her
hand, her incredible buttocks rolling wonderfully like
a pair of big ball bearings.
Another cherry popped. I'd paint one onto the
dashboard tomorrow where there was a row of bright,
red globes. I stuffed her panties into the glove
compartment with a few other souvenirs, mostly bras.
I drove over to George's house where he had promised
me a surprise, something I'd really like. It turned
out to be his sister. I didn't even know George had a
sister. He wasn't home, but she was, and she was a
lean beauty, and I guess George had told her about me.
She invited me in, came right into my arms and kissed
me good and proper, mouth open and tongue extended.
"Being in a girls' school was awful, just awful," she
said, stepping back and pulling her sweater over her
head. "I haven't had a boy since last summer." Her
overstuffed bra landed on the floor, her big jugs
thrust out with rosebud tips, and she took my hand and
we headed for the basement, shedding clothes along the
way. Her big breasts were high and pale and bobbled
wonderfully.
Five minutes later she was spread out and crying for
me to hurry, one foot on the top of the sofa and the
other up on my shoulder. I screwed the blunt head of
my big cock into her pulsing labia and felt her inner
lips begin to suck it in when she looked up at me,
smiled and said, "You know, don't you, that I'm only
thirteen."
"No," I said as I backed off a fraction of an inch and
tensed my groin muscles and buttocks, "George didn't
tell me that."
Damn, I thought, two in a row; so much for good
intentions. Then I shoved a half-foot of thick, hard,
rigid man-meat into her, and she cried out and arched
so only her head and shoulders were still touching the
leather. I recoiled and gave her four or five more
thrusts until I was in to the hilt, to the tired
balls. She was very tight and very active, pulsing and
rippling like crazy.
It must have taken a good twenty very deep
penetrations before we got together and started really
smacking our flesh, rutting and grunting, snorting and
pawing in concert. She was very good and her legs were
soon around my middle and her little clit was being
crushed on every single thrust. I don't know how many
times she came, but each time she went stiff,
absolutely rigid, and I just held it up in her until
she relaxed and we got back to full-tilt fucking.
"You safe?" I asked somewhere in there as I felt my
balls churning and drawing up tightly to my surging
cock. She was making a bunch of odd noises I guess
you'd call whimpering and her clasping tunnel had
liquefied.
She shook her head, sobbed, "No, no, no," and I eased
it out of her and laid it between her fine, upright
boobs, pushed them together and ejaculated all over
her chest, face and neck.
When I quivered to a halt and backed away, she rolled
to the floor and sucked me dry, licked me clean,
sucking my testicles gently and then got to her feet.
"Be right back," she said with a smile as she trotted
away, hands between her legs.
I just sat there trying to get my breathing down to
normal and feeling my balls still pulsing. I tried to
remember the last time I had enjoyed a pair of a
thirteen-year old and my memory came up with Susan
Bland's lovely twin sisters who jumped on me down at
the pool. I could still recall their tiny bikinis.
Then Kristy was back and I had no time to think, just
fuck. She rode me hard and long, bouncing and grinding
with her big jugs in my hands and her knees in my
ribs, when she came it was as if she had gone
absolutely rigid and she fell on me like a cut-down
tree, sobbing with pleasure. I was getting close, so I
rolled her over and put it in her mouth just before I
ejaculated. She looked up at me big-eyed as she sucked
and swallowed.
"Having fun?" asked George from the bottom of the
steps.
"I could use some help, pal," I told him sincerely.
I watched as he freed his big prong, stroked it hard
and then came to pry his kid sister off of me. While I
dressed I admired the way my friend mounted the
youngster, almost bending her double and driving
nearly straight down into her as her head and
shoulders bounced off the floor.
I waved and headed home, sated I'm sure is the right
word.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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