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Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 01

By: Styxman



My sexual revelation came when least expected and most needed. The relationship with the one who I thought was the love of my life had unraveled, and I was still wallowing in sadness and dismay.

I live in a one-bedroom garden apartment writing reviews for consumer magazines and playing drums in a cover band at a beach bar on the weekends. Recently I noticed that a teen-age girl and her mother had moved into the apartment across the courtyard from mine. At first I was more attracted to the mother, who is closer to my age though probably a bit older. She's tall and shapely with firm legs that suggest regular exercise. I'd seen her with a man but it appeared he didn't live there.  The daughter didn't strike me as a knockout but attractive. Couldn't help notice the round, jaunty ass that she flaunts with a sensuous sway. I hadn't gotten a close look at her face until one afternoon when I was cutting through a narrow, wooded path behind the apartment complex on the way to one of routes I run. To my surprise, this girl was splayed on the side of a small knoll in an embrace with a boy. He had her tank top pushed above her breasts and a hand in her jeans. She was biting her lower lip and had a dreamy look on her face. She didn't seem alarmed or change her expression when she noticed me. I hurried on past but had a clear enough look to recognize my new, young neighbor.

After that I kept a more attentive eye on the apartment across the way, but didn't get a clear look at the girl until she surprised me again late one night about a week later. I was walking through the parking lot and noticed a young guy on the driver's side of a small pickup truck. The way his head was arched back caught my attention, but the situation didn't register until another head popped up and I was again awkwardly face to face with the girl from across the courtyard. This time when our eyes met, she smiled slyly just before I got flustered and turned away. The one thing that struck me, aside from embarrassment and a twinge of envy, was that this was a different boy than the one I'd seen her on the grass. The guy in the truck had short, sandy-colored hair, while the one in the woods had black hair.

The next time I saw her I was eating a steak I had barbecued outside my apartment early one evening. It was early spring, the best time of year in Florida, and I wanted to be outside as much as possible. I was enjoying the steak, watching a nearly full moon peeking above the building across the way. I didn't see anyone approaching and was startled slightly when a voice said, "Mmm, smells good" Ah, my frisky neighbor strolling slowly past on the way to her apartment.

I said "Hi," she said "Hi," and I thought she was going to keep walking. My eyes were drifting down to her ass accentuated by tight jeans. She whirled around suddenly and asked if I had a match. She caught me staring, it registered in her eyes. 

I don't smoke but had half a pack in my pocket from lighting the grill. She took it, lit a cigarette and remarked that it wasn't "very neighborly to have a cookout and not invite your neighbor."

I said, "Gee, sorry, but I haven't met my new neighbor."

She giggled. "Guess we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Tammy."

She hung around and smoked her cigarette while I ate my steak. The smoking didn't thrill me, but I was happy for her company. Now that I had a close look at her face, she was cute enough with mischievous brown eyes and soft, full lips. 

Gradually the portrait of Tammy emerged. She said she was 20 and worked as a receptionist at an auto body shop. As I'd figured, she was living with her divorced mom, who had a boyfriend and taught a spinning class at the same gym I belonged to.

"She's nagging me to quit smoking and start classes at the community college. I don't smoke that much, so it's not a big deal. I'm trying to save some money for college, but I'm not in a hurry. Don't really know what I want to do yet. I just want to have some fun right now and I'll figure it out later."

Feeling self-conscious eating in front of her, I offered a piece of steak and was surprised by the enthusiasm with which she accepted. She stomped out the cigarette and took the meat off my fork with her teeth. She took her time chewing it, giving it the Rachael Ray treatment of appreciative moans and facial expressions of rapture. Have to admit, I felt a twinge down below from watching the pleasure on her face.

"Damn good!" she said. "So, do you always eat alone?"

"No, not always, but quite a bit lately. I'm in ... ah ... transition."

I told her about my recent breakup and what I was doing. Not that much to tell, really. I said I'd traveled a lot by myself and didn't mind being alone. She said she preferred company. Her mom was often busy with her boyfriend, but fortunately she had a lot of friends. She kind of smiled when she said that and looked away. She thanked me for the matches and the bite of steak and said she'd catch me later, then sauntered off with a sensuous gait that was clearly for my benefit. It was a nice sideshow to my meal, and I looked forward to our next encounter.

Late that Friday night I was sitting outside with a martini unwinding from the gig, enjoying the fresh air, gazing at the moon. Once again she caught me by surprise.

"So now you're out here drinking alone. That's not good."

Tammy was barefoot, sandals in hand. I said 'hi' and she said 'hi' back but kept on walking to her apartment. I watched her go inside, saw lights go on and thought that was it. But a few minutes later she came out and headed across the courtyard in my direction.

"Sorry couldn't stop and chat before. Had to pee like crazy."

She sat down and pulled out a partially-smoked joint, said "Hope you don't mind," and lit it before I could reply. I watched her suck it in, noticing the way her lips puckered, and declined when she reached out to pass it – didn't want to start up with that again.

She stretched her legs out on the chaise to the right of where I sat on the metal glider as she sucked in the last few tokes. I sat there taking it all in: denim shorts and a white tank top that drew my eyes to a pair of prominent points visible in the dim light. No bra, I thought, and scanned the expanse of legs, crossed at the ankles, to feet that rocked to a beat in her head as she inhaled. I offered a sip of my drink and she said, "Wow, that's really good. Nice and dirty. Just the way I like it."

She accepted my offer to make one for her. When I returned with two brimming Grey Goose beauties, Tammy was lounging comfortably, knees up, fingers tapping playfully on her thighs. I wondered what music she was hearing in her head.

"You probably think I'm really bad," she said after a long, satisfying sip. "All these vices."

"I'm not making any judgment at all. I barely know you."

"I'll have you know, I've been off the other kind of cigarettes for a couple days. I went to the gym yesterday, working out my bod. And I'm thinking about enrolling for a couple of classes. Maybe. . ."

"That's good if it's what you want to do."

"We'll see. I just figure, why not enjoy the things you like? Can't take life too seriously."

Her knees were knocking together rhythmically and I was mesmerized by those creamy thighs in the moonlight, stealing glances at the dark strip of denim in between at each parting.

"So you're not dating anyone at all now?"

"Not at the moment. Not lately."

"How long since you had a girlfriend?"

"Not that long. A few months, I guess."

"Really? So you must ..."

"Must what?"

She laughed. "You know. ...Have to take care of things yourself."

"Oh, wow, that's kind of personal." I hoped she couldn't see me blush.

"Sorry. I can be kind of blunt. It's just the way I am."

"It's OK. Just wasn't expecting. . ."

She took another sip of the drink and leaned forward, chin resting on one knee, a sly smile on her face.

"So, did it excite you when you saw me with those guys?"

"Excite? I'm not sure that's the . . . It definitely surprised me."

"But didn't it turn you on a bit? Like later, when you thought about it, and you knew it was me and that I lived right over there. You did think about it, right?"

"You sure ask a lot of . . . interesting questions."

"Just curious, that's all. I know how guys are. I just wondered if you went home and got off thinking about it."

"Geez!"

She laughed. One of her hands was trapped between her legs, fingertips lightly drumming on the back of her thighs.

"You did, didn't you?"

I laughed, too, burying my face in my hand and shaking my head.

"Come on, fess up. You got to watch me having sex. You can at least tell me if you got off thinking about it."

We were both laughing – giggling, actually.

"I didn't watch you. I saw that something was going on. I didn't stay around to watch. What makes you think I'd think about it or fantasize about it or whatever?"

"I saw the way you looked at me the other night when I talked to you." Now I was really blushing. "Hey, it's all right. It's flattering. I know the way guys are – I like guys. The guys I know, if they don't get any for a couple of days, they get pretty desperate. You tell me you don't have a girlfriend to take care of things. So you must have to ..."

"Fantasize."

We both took a big sip of our martinis and sat there smiling at each other.

"Look, I don't mind that you saw me with those guys. I like sex, and I'm not shy about it. I think most people are way too uptight about sex. Look at you, you're all embarrassed and uncomfortable because I asked you about it. What's the big deal? We all want it. We all like it. Why not just enjoy it?"

"You have a point. It's just an uncomfortable subject for most people to talk about, especially if they really don't know someone. I get the feeling you like to shock people a little."

"I just like to have fun. And sometimes you have to shock a little to break down barriers. I mean, it's a natural thing, why pretend it's not?"

"All right, if it's so natural and you're so open, tell me something revealing."

"You mean like that all this talk and teasing is making me very wet? There, that'll give you something to think about later."

She smiled slyly and rocked gently in her seat.

"And what about those guys?"

"They're just friends. Guys I know, who like to have fun. The one – you saw us by the tree – calls me his fun, dirty girl. Oh, god." Her smile was ear to ear. "The other I know from work, actually. The one in the truck. Let's just say we share a common interest. I have a taste for salty things ... and he likes to help me satisfy my hunger."

"Really!" Now I was speechless.

"See, I shocked you. How's that for revealing? Now you have to tell me, did you wank off thinking about what you saw the neighbor girl doing?"

Her eyes were big as moonpies, and there was no escape.

"It wasn't like I consciously fantasized about you and what you were doing. I hadn't even met you then. I usually have to look at pictures on the Internet or read an erotic story or something to ... you know. So the first time, after I got back from running, having seen what you were doing kind of put me in the mood to look at some pictures. So I could guess you say you kind of inspired me."

"That's kind of nice, being an inspiration. Maybe I could tell you about my experiences from time to time, and you can tell me about what you do when you think about it."

"Tell you about it?"

"Or I could watch you while I tell you something I did?"

"You want to watch?"

"Of course. I like watching guys get all excited. Gets me excited, too. Makes me feel the power."

Tammy let her legs fall apart and lay back watching me with a hand cupping her crotch. I could feel a hum in my ears, part from the vodka, part from the vibes she was radiating. She smiled and started to get up.

"Something to think about for next time."

"Next time?"

She had to get up for work, and it was getting late. But before she left she offered a "sneak preview," a little background about her sexual history.

She got her first taste of it, so to speak, from her uncle. She had her first lesbian experience with an older neighbor and lost her virginity during a threesome with the same girl and her boyfriend.

"Real classic trailer-trash stuff," Tammy said with a shrug.

"Your uncle?"

"Yeah, my mom's younger brother."

"Geez, how old were you?"

"It was only a couple years ago. I was 18. I was a late bloomer. I didn't do that much with boys when I was younger."

"So it's only moderate trailer-trash stuff," I said, teasing her.

"Hey, we're not in Arkansas."

Uncle Drew stayed with them for a while after her mom's divorce, helping fix up the house they were living in to sell.

"He never fucked me, but he messed around with me. Touched me places. At first I was scared, but he had a way about him that I couldn't resist. So when he got me to rub him through his pants, I realized I was curious. One night when Mom was a work, he started fooling around with me on the couch, giving me a backrub. I had on a T-shirt, and he got his hands under and pulled it up and his hands felt so good and strong, I didn't mind. He started rubbing my breasts and playing with my nips, driving me crazy. I remember feeling all quivery between my legs, not knowing what was happening, making little noises in my throat. That really got him going. He was wearing shorts and he took my hand and guided it under the leg, and there was his cock all thick and warm and throbbing."

"I kind of jumped back at first, but he kept rubbing me and telling me it was OK and to just touch it and squeeze it a little. Next thing I know his shorts are off and I'm staring at this big thing between his legs, feeling it pulse in my hand. He's holding my hand on it, telling me it's OK, moving my hand up and down the shaft. I was still scared but at the same time very excited. I really was very fond of him, Uncle Drew. He left soon after that; he's in Seattle now working construction."

"So what happened?"

"He sort of pushed my head down there, said to please kiss it a little bit. The head was all swollen and red and sticky. I didn't know what it was, but I actually liked the taste. Like I said, I like salty things."

She was smiling, eyes on mine as she told the tale. I was the one feeling uncomfortable, embarrassed, but riveted at the same time.

"He pushed me down more so it went in my mouth, said to suck but be careful with the teeth. He kept moving my hand on the shaft. He started getting more excited, and I got scared and pulled away. That's when he shot off, mostly on my chest and chin. But some landed on my lips, and I didn't really mind the taste."

"Did your mom ever find out?"

"No, I never said a word. He said to just keep it between him and me, and he'd give me a nice present. He did give me a bunch of money when he left. He said, 'Our little secret.'

"So there, that'll give you something to think about until you see me again. And know that I'll probably be doing the same thing you are to help me get to sleep." 

Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 02



"Did you miss me?"

I had. It had only been a couple of days, but Tammy had been on my mind a lot. Now she was standing at my door, hand on hip, shoulders back and a sly smile on her face. I glanced from the smile to the breasts accentuated by a tight tank top, back to the smile.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

She practically bounded into my apartment, giving me a bump with a hip as she passed, a mischievous smiled on her face. I fetched us each a beer, and when I returned she had settled onto a corner of the couch with her sandals off. We sat there staring at each other and I asked what she was up to

"I came to get a report on what you did after I told you my story."

"I went to sleep," I said, playing coy.

"I want to know what you did before you went to sleep. You're not going to tell me you didn't play with yourself while you thought about me sucking off my randi uncle."

"Well, maybe a little bit." We were grinning at each other.

"You know you're not going to get off that easy. I don't want you to tell me, I want you to show me what you did while you thought about my uncle shooting all over my chin and boobs."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I told you before, I like to watch almost as much as I like to play. You, promised, remember," she said, arching her eyebrows.

"I don't remember promising, but ..." I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a slow spiral over my cock. I was wearing a pair of long, green surfing shorts that I like to lounge in. They feel tight and sexy, and I could feel my cock half-inflated and spongy against my leg. "If I'm going to do this, I am going to need some ... encouragement."

Tammy moistened her upper lip with the tip of her tongue and narrowed her eyes seductively she cupped a breast and thumbed the nipple through her tanktop.

"Like this?"

I stood up and slid my shorts down just enough to reveal the coppery crop of curls and the base of my cock, which was rapidly hardening to produce a lump for her benefit. I scooted onto the couch opposite her and leaned back with my legs slightly apart. I reached into the top of the swimsuit and squeezed the base of my cock between two fingers.

"This isn't easy to do. You're going to have to show me something or I might chicken out."

Without hesitation, Tammy pulled her shirt over her right breast, which was encased in a pale, blue bra. She wasn't exactly busty, but it was nicely rounded, a full B, with an enticing upturned center visible through the bra. She held it up for my viewing pleasure with one hand and tweaked the nipple with her other hand, making the point more prominent. She continued to pinch and tug as I raised my hips and pulled my shorts down a bit more.

"Yes, show me how hard you're getting for me."

I wasn't quite fully hard yet, feeling excited but at the same time still somewhat inhibited. I didn't know her well. She was my neighbor, a dozen years younger. But all these flirty chats, this curious dance, had been leading to this moment. And now all the cards were being placed on the table, although I was trying to play it close to the vest to get her to show her hand.

"I still feel a little strange doing this."

"Maybe I should tell you what I did after work, the reason I'm so wet right now."

"You're wet already?"

She pulled the crotch of her shorts aside to reveal the matching pale blue thing pulled tight over her mound. She pressed a finger into the groove and said, "I'm soaking through my panties. Show me your cock and I'll tell you about what happened after work."

My inhibitions and all reticence was gone. I raised my knees so I could peel off the board shorts and kicked them off onto the floor. I sat back with knees apart and gripped the base of my cock with my right hand, holding it up for her viewing enjoyment.

"Nice," she said and smiled, licking her lips in an exaggerated show of approval.

"So what happened after work?"

She rubbed a fingertip into her slit through the thong and sighed.

"I'm so horny. Stroke it for me and I'll tell you. ... I gave two of the guys hummers in the back of a Hummer."

"What?"

"I had to stay a little later after closing to finish the paperwork on some orders. Mark – he's the one you saw me with in the truck -- he came in from the shop, said he and Carlos were having a beer out there, did I want to join them? He said everyone else was gone, the doors were locked. Had this look in his eye like, 'Let's party.' I said, 'Sure, why not.' Carlos has only been there a few weeks, a Latin guy, pretty hot. I liked the way he looked in his T-shirt. We've flirted a bit; I've had my eye on him."

She was brushing her fingers over the crotch of her panties and toying with the same nipple. Her eyes were focused on my hand leisurely sliding the skin along the shaft of my cock.

"So you did them right there where you work?"

"They were working on this Hummer. Ha-Ha. It had a great stereo and they had it cranked up. Said, 'Come in, check it out.' We got up in the back. It was comfortable. They were teasing me. I was laughing. I slipped out of my sandals and put my feet up on Mark's legs. He started tickling my feet, then rubbing them and touching my legs. I started messing around with him, put my foot on his package and pressed on it. He said, 'You've got the right idea,' and he unzipped his pants. We were looking at each other, and I took my toe and slipped it through the opening in his boxers. He was already swelling up pretty good. ... Does this turn you on?"

"It's an interesting scene. You definitely turn me on. Can't you tell?"

My cock was pulsing in tempo with my quickening heartbeat, a dollop of sticky fluid seeping from the tip onto the swollen, purple head. I could feel that jittery surge of desire.

"You like watching this?" I asked, touching a fingertip to the crystal drop and pulling up a string of precum for her to see."

"It brings me back to this afternoon," she said with a laugh. "The way their cocks were standing up, making my mouth water. And that's not all."

"Yeah? Show me. Show me your hard nips ... and also what's watering."

She pulled her tank top up and off, then reached back and unsnapped the blue bra. Her breasts were as inviting as I envisioned. Dark, pink, rubbery nubs stood a half-inch from soft, puffy areolas. I imagined feeling the contrasting textures against my tongue and lips, and the ache in my balls intensified. She held both breasts up and pulled on the nipples.

"You like them?

"Uh-huh."

"My nips are so sensitive, it makes me so horny when they're pinched like this."

"So what happened with the guys?"

"Mark's cock popped out of his boxers and he says, 'How about a little lick?' I say, "I don't know, maybe.' Messing with him a bit. As if I hadn't seen it or tasted it before. Truth is, I love the way he tastes, especially after he's been working and he's a little sweaty and salty. It's like the sexomones are stronger. Makes me hornier than having my nips played with."

"Sexomones? You mean pheromones?"

"Yeah, but I call them sexomones. His scent and the way he feels in my mouth and tastes, makes me want to have sex and moan." 

We both laughed. She quickly unzipped her short-shorts and scooted them off. Settling back against the arm of the couch, legs apart, and continued pressing and rubbing her pussy through the thin material. A dark patch revealed the juicy center. "See, I told you I was wet," she said, running a finger into the slick channel. She reached a leg out and ran her toes along the calf of my left leg on onto the inner thigh. "That's it, pump it, baby. Make it feel so good you can't stand it."

I did and the pressure was starting to build.

"Did you fuck those guys at work?"

"No, I just got them off. I started sucking Mark, and then I felt Carlos touching me. I reached back and ran my hand up his leg until I found what I was looking for. He already felt pretty big inside his jeans. Then I heard his zipper go down and the next thing I knew his cock was out and he was putting my hand on it. It felt hot and hard. It was exciting having a cock in my mouth and another in my hand. So I slid onto the floor so I could work on both of them."

"You kept switching back and forth"

"It was exciting. I had a cock in each hand. I'd put one in my mouth and jack the other. I had them all slippery from my saliva. I'd lick them like ice cream cones and then slide my lips tight over the head. I could taste the precum on both of them, all salty and sticky. It made my pussy so wet I was going crazy."

The mental images and the real one of Tammy toying with her pussy through her thong was having the same affect on me. Suddenly she pulled it aside and confirmed the obvious: Her pussy was a teeming sex swamp. She has a close-cropped patch of light-brown fur atop her mound and the rest is shaved smooth beginning just above her slit. The outer lips were swollen and open with a river of girl juice visible the length of the channel trickling into the crack of her ass. But what made my mouth water was the spectrum of color, a light, luscious pink along the edges deepening to a delicious filet mignon medium-rare in the depths.

She yanked off the thong and tossed it at my cock as if to initiate a lusty game of Ring Toss. I whisked it up to inhale her scent as she began frigging her clit in a frenzy. A thick trail of precum seeped from the tip of my cock, and I used my thumb to turn the head into a glistening, slick bulb. I imagined how easily it would slide the fiery hole I was eyeing in her gaping pussy.

Natural lube coated the edge of my hand as I began pumping faster along the shaft, concentrating on the tender area just below my cock head. She was flicking the underside of her clit with a forefinger of one hand as she dipped the other into the tight hole and began humping her hips toward me.

We were watching each other through slitty eyes as I imagined how good it would feel to slide my cock where her finger was delving. The jittery stirring was just beginning when she surprised me by reaching out with a foot and pressing against the underside of my balls. Quicker than I expected, the first burst shot straight up. She kept pressing with her toes as the flurry of spasms pumped a stream of molten goo onto my stomach and the back of my hand.

About the same time, Tammy gasped and hit her own peak with a series of hip thrusts as she jammed two fingers into her hole and rode it out. We stared at each other expressionless as we caught out breath. She wiggled her toes, and I glanced down and noticed that some of my cream was cascading onto them. Without a word, she leaned forward, scooped some up with a finger and sucked it off.

All she said was, "Mmmmm."



Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 03



"You came a lot."

"As much as the guys at work?"

"Ha. Mark more than Carlos. I think Carlos lives with someone. He probably gets it every night."

"What about Mark?"

"We're friends. He sees people. I see people. We have fun."

"Did they both cum in your mouth?"

"In my mouth, on my face, on my tits."

"And you like that?"

"I like seeing guys lose control. Feel like I'm in command, that I'm controlling their pleasure. I like seeing it shoot out. I like the mess. And I really do like the taste . . . most of the time."

"Depends on the guy?"

"Some taste better than others. Maybe it has to do with what you eat. Probably part natural body chemistry."

"I've heard you should drink a lot of fruit juice, like pineapple. So what about those two guys?"

"You mean like a taste test?" She giggled. "I'm used to Mark. I can drink him all down. Carlos, he tasted a little more bitter. But he has a sexy cock. I like the way it felt in my mouth. And when he started getting close and thrusting, I was really creaming for it."

We were a sight lying there naked on the couch, legs apart, sweating, sticky and surprisingly uninhibited. An unlikely pair, to be sure. Her pussy glistened with her juices. I reached down and massaged her foot, using my cum as lotion. She didn't seem to mind. She wiggled her toes and smiled.

"Did they return the favor and get you off?" "It was a little hard for them to get at me when I was down on the floor. They played with my boobs. And after Mark came, he leaned over and rubbed my ass and got under my panties and fingered me a bit. But I didn't quite get off. So I needed that just now."

As if contemplating that need, she pressed the palm of a hand against her mound and gave a quick grind.

"You mean they didn't lay you down on the backseat of that Hummer and give you a good licking until your toes curled?"

"I wish. Some guys I know will go down on you for a while, but they usually don't stick with if for . . ."

"For as long as it takes?"

"Yeah. Maybe they don't like the taste. But mostly I think they just want to get you juiced up and then get on to fucking, 'cause it's more fun for them."

"Ah, then they're missing out on the best part. There's always time for fucking. Maybe most of the guys you know are young and they haven't figured it out yet. But I can never get enough, ah, you know . . . key lime pie."

"Hey, I know that song. Kenny Chesney, right?"

"That's right: . . . Not too tart, not too sweet, my baby loves to watch me eat her . . . key lime pie, her key lime pie. Song cracks me up, the way he pauses ever so slightly after he says, 'eat her.' "

"I know, I thought that, too. . . 'My baby loves to watch me eat her' . . . pause . . ."

We sang it together: "Key lime pie, her key lime pie." And I added, "Mmmm, mmmm, good."

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah, I love the stuff. Both kinds. Actually, the supermarket I shop at makes a great key lime pie. I'll have some for you next time, if you'll let me have a taste right now."

"Seriously?"

"You know how you said you love the creamy filling? I'm the same way, from the other perspective, that is."

We stared at each other for a moment as if contemplating a common interest. Then she said, "Go for it."

I didn't hesitate, I dove right in. My eyes had been riveted to her steamy valley, overflowing with girl juice from her much-needed O. She'd probably been wet for hours, since her escapade at work, and the scent of raw sex and desire was in the air, making my mouth water. Sweet, succulent poontang has always been my weakness. I remember my early experiences with my girlfriend in high school, playing in the dark and damp, in a basement rec room, in a backseat, until my fingers were pruney with her flavor. Taking it home with me like a badge of honor, not washing that hand so I could sniff her all night and fantasize about the next time.

I began lapping Tammy up like a cat at the only saucer of milk in town. I wanted every drop she could give me. I wanted to saturate my taste buds with it, to savor it. Then, after quenching my initial thirst, I slowed down and began concentrating on taking her to new heights. She seemed surprised by my initial assault, but as I began exploring all the folds and searching for the tender spots that stoked her desire, she settled back, opened up and made her pleasure my command.

I licked, lapped and probed, varying the pressure and the speed. I wasn't in a rush to make her cum, I just wanted to make sure she got there and we both enjoyed the journey along the way. Like her observation about men, some pussy is tasty, some a bit gamey. Hers was like Chesney sang about, and it was a delicacy I knew I could make a habit of.

I glanced up and her eyes were almost closed. She had her hands in my hair, and she began rocking her hips as I stirred her desire to a froth. I delved deep to sample the heat in her opening, coating my chin in her nectar. I was in pussy-eating heaven, my hands cupping her ass, drinking from the well of ecstasy. 

She began sighing and whispering unintelligible declarations. Words, phrases, encouraging me on, and then, "Oh, fuck, yeah!"

I was circling her clit, teasing it, barely touching it. Tapping the tip of it, swirling on the sides. She seemed to like best when I dragged my tongue up the underside and gave a snaking lick at the quivering tip. I repeated the pattern faster until her moan turned into a throaty cry of delight. I added the coup de grace, sliding my middle finger into her hole, pressing up and massaging the upper wall where the G spot resides. She started bucking uncontrollably against my face and hand, and I just held on for the whole wild ride as her joy juice poured out until she couldn't take it any more and she clutched my face with her hands and thighs until I slowed my assault on her pussy.

She continued to make sounds deep in her throat as the waves subsided. I stayed where I was, taking in all the sensual delights of her sex on display. Inhaling her scent as I felt her insides pulse around my finger and watched cum ooze out of her inflamed, swollen pussy. When I looked up across her belly, her eyes were half-closed, her tongue tracing the soft contours of moist lips. She was cupping her breasts and idly pinching her very erect nipples. She looked at me, smiled slightly and said, "hmmmmmmm!!" 



Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 04



As snug and juicy as Tammy's pussy felt around my finger as I continued to stroke her slowly after licking her into a frenzy, I couldn't help imagining how it would feel gripping my cock. But she made it clear that was off limits.

"If we fuck, it will complicate things," she said. "I want you to be my special friend. We can play and get each other off. I'll tell you anything you want to know, all my secrets. But we can't be official lovers, OK?"

Who was I to argue? We'd never work as lovers, but I do enjoy her company, am crazy about her body and captivated by the openness of her sexuality. And of course, I love her pussy and her eagerness to share it with me. 

I didn't know any girls like her when I was her age. So every new encounter is like an animated glimpse into a fantasy. It is a realm full of surprises and revelations. The best part, she makes me smile as much as she makes me hard.

The next time I saw her outside the apartment, she said, "Don't forget about my pie."

"How could I?"

She slowly sucked a finger between her soft lips, then pulled it out with an audible pop and mouthed me a kiss. "I'll be by late tomorrow night for a piece. That is, if you're available."

She arrived as advertised, in a tight jeans skirt and black tank top. She kissed me at the door and wiggled past with a doe-eyed glance over her shoulder. When I went to the kitchen to serve the key lime pie and mix two rum-and-oranges, she tagged along and pressed against me from behind and rubbed my cock through the nylon athletic shorts I was wearing. She game my ear a snaky lick.

"Someone's feeling playful."

"I've been extra horny since what you did to me the other night. I owe you one."

"That came without strings attached. But I won't argue."

"You mean, I came."

"So it seemed."

She draped a thigh over mine as we sat on the couch eating the pie. The sounds she made as she savored the sweet-tart filling reminded me of what I heard when I was between her legs.

I smiled and sang, "My baby loves to watch me eat her -- key lime pie."

She took a dab of whipped cream, wiped it on my cheek and licked it off. I told her I could think of other places she could lick that off. She said in that case maybe I should get another slice.

Then she said, "I've been all hot and bothered since my friend called and told me about the new guy she was with last night. She said they made so much noise the dog started barking in the apartment next door. That cracked me up. But it also got me all juiced up. And I was at work. So I had to go in the bathroom and get myself off."

"You sat on the toilet and played with yourself?"

"Yeah. It made me wet all day. Here, see." She took my hand and directed it under her skirt. She was wearing a skimpy black thong, and it was soaked through. I kept my hand there, stroking her through the thong. I moved the thong slightly so I could rub the soft contour of her mound, then pressed the material into her groove.

"Mmmm, feels good."

"What did you think about while you were getting off in the bathroom.?"

"What she was telling me about, what she did with the guy. How he gave it to her hard and it took her breath away."

"Did you imagine you were watching them?"

"Yes."

"You'd like that? To watch them?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Have you watched anyone have sex before?"

That was how we got around to talking about her first sexual experiences other than the one with her uncle. She has a close friend, Lainy, a year older, who was a neighbor before she and her mom moved here. Tammy confided in Lainy about what happened with her uncle, and Lainy told her about her own sexual exploits, apparently in explicit detail.

"That girl is a real slut. I mean that in a good way. Like, she doesn't do it with a lot of people. She's got a boyfriend. The thing is, that girl loves sex. She likes to talk about it and she likes to talk dirty when she's having it." Tammy giggled. "Like me. She taught me everything. At least to start with."

Lainy's boyfriend, Jake, was an OK guy, she said. He had a car and a job, and a voracious sexual appetite. Tammy thought he was cute, too.

"He gave me the eye and flirted with me, but he mostly behaved himself when I was with them. Lainy kept him pretty busy."

Tammy sipped her drink and snuggled close on the couch with my hand still between her legs. Slowly, methodically, I rubbed between her pussy lips through her soaked thong, then slipped under it and slowly fingered her slick groove. She wrapped a hand around the bulge in my shorts and caressed my shaft with the smooth material as she talked. The sensation radiated to my chest. Music videos played on VH1 Classic, but the volume was low and I was focused on her. She felt warm and vibrant against me.

"We hung out a lot like this, sitting close together on the couch. Sometimes all three of us, sometimes just Lainy and me. I'd sleep over at her house or she'd sleep over at mine."

"What does she look like?"

"Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sexy mouth. She's not real thin, but not fat. She's curvy."

"Taller than you?"

"Yeah. She's a bigger girl. But not too big. Guys dig her. Jake can't keep his hands off her."

After the experience with her uncle, Tammy needed someone to confide in. It helped to talk about what happened, relieved the burden she felt. Lainy had recently started having sex with Jake and was open with the details. It helped Tammy confess that she wasn't repulsed by having her uncle's cock in her mouth. She kind of liked it; it made her tingly down there.

"Lainy said, 'What's not to like? I can't get enough.' " "Did it turn you on when she told you these things?"

"Of course."

"Did you masturbate together?"

"I liked seeing how she did it and watching her cum. She gets loud."

"Did you touch each other?"

"Mmmm." She smiled. Her lips were close to my ear. "She was the first one that ever licked me."

The more I strummed Tammy's slit and toyed with her clit the easier the details poured out, in an increasingly breathless voice.

"She's the only one that made me cum like that until you did the other night."

"Really?"

"I told you, the other guys I've been with never stay with it long enough."

"So when did you watch her and her boyfriend have sex?"

"One night I went with her to his place. He had a couple of roommates. They were out. We were watching movies, drinking some beer and smoked a doob. Lainy says that always gets her horny."

Boyfriend Jake was helping that along with a lot of touching and teasing and occasional kisses.

"We were watching TV, but I was more interested in watching what they were doing. He'd touch her boobs and be kissing on her neck and whispering stuff to her. I could see she was getting hot and bothered. She had her feet on my leg, so I started rubbing her feet and legs, kind of teasing her, too. They start making out, kissing. He's squeezing her boob, pinching her nip and she starts to moan in her throat and is kissing him like crazy.

"I'm getting hot watching them and I keep touching her leg, rubbing up the outside of her thigh. He pulls her shirt up so he can get at her boob better."

"Did she have a bra on?"

"Yeah. Red. She pulls her shirt back down and looks over at me. I just smile and shrug, like 'Go for it.' They go back to making out some more, and I see he's pulled her hand to his crotch and she's squeezing him through his pants. They whisper to each other and then she turns to me all breathless and says, "We're going in the other room. You can come in too, if you want, or you can stay here and watch TV. It's up to you. But it's OK if you come with us.' She kind of moves her head toward the bedroom and looks back at me like she's saying she wants me to come along."

What did you do?"

"I waited a bit when they got up and watched them walk back to the hall that leads to the bedrooms. They had their arms around each other and she's leaning against him. Just before they get to the door she looks back at me, and I can see in her eyes she wants it really bad."

"What were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I want to see what's going to happen. I've seen people making out, but not going all the way. I'm feeling all antsy and horny, too. I waited a bit more and then went back therel. They left the door partly open to his room."

"Was the light on?"

"One light on low, but I could see them fine. Her shirt was already off and the bra straps pulled down so he could get at her boobs. He was feeling her up and they're eating face like crazy. She pulls his shirt off and he lays her back on the bed. He's over her, kissing on her. Sucking on her nips. He just loves her boobs."

"She has nice ones?"

"Uh-huh. I like them, too." She giggled at that.

"Hmmm. So what happened? Did you watch the whole thing?"

"They got naked. She sucked on him a while. He got a rubber out. She helped him put it on and he fucked her." She paused, eyes dreamy. "Fucked her hard."

"Did they know you were watching?"

"When she was sucking him she looked over at me and kind of smiled, then she ran her tongue all over the head of his cock."

"What did you think when you saw his cock hard like that and her playing with it?"

"I wanted to feel it, too. My pants were on fire."

"Like now?"

"Oh. Yeah."

My fingers were swirling around her clit, which was swollen like a ripe bud ready to bloom. She moved her hips in a tight circle as I dipped into her tight hole. My thumb toyed with her trigger and she went off. Her breath was hot on my neck as she pressed against me and rode it out, wave after wave.

Her hand still had a tight grip on my cock through my shorts. When her breathing gradually slowed, she squirmed out of my arms and started tugging at my shorts. I raised up and let her pull them off.

"She sank down between my knees, clutched my cock at the base and looked up, saying, "I've been wanting to do this for a while."

She wasted no time getting started but seemed in no rush to finish. She worked her lips over the head and down the shaft getting it all wet and slippery. Then her tongue went to work, darting around the tender area under the ridge, dancing along the thick vein on the underside and finally working over the bulbous head. She kept pausing to look at my cock, as if getting to know it. Then she'd look up at me as she slipped her lips over the head and worked up and down, sucking slowly but firmly.

I was in a dream state as I stared down at her eyes locked on mine. I felt a slight vibration as she seemed to be humming a tune on my shaft. She raised up and studied my cock for a moment before applying the tip of her tongue to the opening where precum was flowing freely.

She sucked me in again, then lapped all over the tip with the flat of her tongue. She looked up and her eyes were sparkling.

"I like the way you smell and taste."

I could see my cock throbbing with my quickening pulse as my heart beat faster and butterflies danced in my lower regions. She began tightening the grip of her lips, and as she moved up and down let her teeth lightly graze the shaft and tug at the ridge around the helmet. Her hand moved counter to her mouth as she increased the friction and raised my body temperature.

She paused long enough to say, "I want to drink you now."

With that she slid her other hand into the V between my legs, cupped my balls and began pressing with her middle finger on that magic spot that many women are not even aware of. Tammy knew just where to apply pressure and what the result would be. 

She knew the time had arrived before I did. Just before my thighs tightened my back arched, she locked her lips over the head of my cock and looked up at me. The first pulse felt like the head of my cock came off with it. She never blinked. There was a pause, then another surge. She kept her lips tight, breathing through her nose as I gave her the rhythmic drink she craved. The sensation was so intense I could barely stand it.

It was only after my body went slack that she let her lips slide off. She opened her mouth just enough to let me see the white goo on her tongue, then smiled and said, "That wasn't too bad."

The trace of a white mustache made her look like a poster girl for "Got Cum?" I couldn't resist. I pulled her up for a sticky kiss. 



Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 05



The kiss after Tammy sucked me off surprised both of us, but it felt so good the way the slippery residue of cum made our lips glide together. When we paused to catch our breath, her eyes stayed locked on mine, full of curiosity and intrigue. She saw me eyeing the sticky film on her upper lip and started to lick it off. I kissed her again, letting our lips slide and my tongue dance on hers before she pulled away and stared at me breathlessly.

"I don't know if we should kiss either. Kissing can be more intimate than fucking."

"Yeah, but I like to kiss. And you taste so irresistibly, especially right now."

"You're as naughty as I am."

Naughty. The sound of that gave me a twinge. "Naughty, nasty. Sometimes it's good to be a little bad. If you're having fun and no one's getting hurt."

"That's what I keep telling myself. Might as well, I really can't help myself. I really like everything about sex."

"It's OK, just keep it playful, we won't let it get complicated. Make it a secret refuge for fun."

"Naughty fun."

She seemed to like the sound of the word. She giggled when she said it.

"However you like it."

"You like to taste your cum on me?"

"You like to taste yourself on me after I lick up down there?"

She stared at me a moment, then smile again. "Yeah. But most guys don't like it the other way. They won't kiss you afterwards."

"No kiss of thanks for a blowjob well done?" Her eyes were sparkling. I could smell the scent of my cum on her.

"They want you to taste it. But they don't want to taste it."

"I don't mind it. I like all the smell and taste of sex. Sometimes I taste myself when I'm. . ." I stopped, surprised how easily I was revealing my secrets now. "I'd rather taste it on you. Mixed with the taste of you."

"You do kiss good," she said, and pressed her lips against mine again for emphasis. I held the kiss, savored it, then nipped her lower lip lightly with my teeth. Her eyes brightened. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly across my upper lip, closed her eyes and sucked my lower lip between hers. My cum was gone, except for a slippery spot on her chest, but the aftertaste lingered.

I asked who else she liked to kiss. She said a lot of guys just wanted to shove their tongues down your throat. She preferred to kiss her friend Lainy. Those soft full lips.

"Her boyfriend's pretty good, too."

She caught herself. So we were back to them again. I wasn't going to let her off the hook.

"So you've kissed him, too." 

She blushed and buried her face in my chest. I knew the answer. She'd already let it slip that she'd lost her virginity to Jake. Maybe she'd forgotten, I think she was high at the time. It took some coaxing to get the whole story out.

"Remember, no secrets. You can ask me anything, and you've got to tell all, too."

"I know. You just got me off-guard."

As I'd expected, she'd watched Lainy and Jake fuck more than once. And she'd done more than watch. The next time the lovers got into it on the couch they didn't move to the bedroom. Tammy watched them make out, kissing, groping, getting more excited. 

"I think they like me there watching. It turns them on more."

Jake got his hand in Lainy's shorts, fingering her, getting her worked up. He unzipped his own fly and she pulled his cock out. While Lainy stroked him and then sucked on him, he kept looking at Tammy.

"My nips were all tender and poking, and I had my hand between my legs, holding it tight, kind of rocking. Lainy looked at me and said, 'Honey, go ahead, make yourself feel good, too."

When Jake pulled Lainy's shorts and panties off, Tammy slid hers down and went to work on her tingly pussy. Jake brought out the condom and Tammy watched Lainy unwrap it and roll it onto his cock. She then held Tammy's hand while Jake fucked her. Tammy used her other hand to strum her clit and work a couple fingers into her hole.

"Who came first?"

"I did. Lainy was going, 'God, it feel so good, fuck me harder.' And I just lost it."

"Did they notice?"

"Hell, yeah. Jake was looking right at me when I got off. He started slamming into her really hard, and he came too. She was making all kinds of noises. And then we all just started laughing together."

I was getting hard again visualizing the scene.

"So how long did it take before he fucked you, too?"

"What?" Her eyes went wide and she turned crimson. "How do ..."

I raised my eyebrows at her and she buried her face in my shoulder. I wrapped her in my arms, holding her tight, feeling her warmth. All I could smell was sex. I cupped a breast and she moaned as the nipple hardened again.

"That's what Jake did when he came in Lainy."

"Did what?"

"Reached over and squeeze my boob."

I dropped my hand between her legs and pressed the palm against her mound while she told about how the three of them had cuddled after the sex on the couch. Tammy was still horny, and Lainy made out with her and fingered her until she came again while Jake played with her tits. 

That was as far as it went that night, but afterward she told Lainy how excited she'd gotten watching her have sex with Jake and that she'd gone home and fucked herself with a vibrator her mom kept in a nightstand.

Soon after they were at the beach with some friends. Lainy asked her to come back to Jake's for a joint and some wine. 

"We had some good tunes on and Lainy started dancing around. I got up and danced with her, and she started bumping against me. We're laughing, having fun, and getting crazier. She shakes her boobs at me, and then we start rubbing our boobs together and laughing like mad.

"What were you wearing?"

"We still had our bathing suits on with shirts over. Lainy pulls her shirt off and shakes her boobs at me again. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed them."

About that time Jake joined them, and the girls made a sandwich out of him that turned into a joyous grope fest. Lainy's top ended up on the floor, and Tammy felt Jake's hard cock grinding into her ass while Lainy pulled off her T-shirt. Tammy didn't mind the attention, and she felt the tingly sensation intensifying between her legs.

"Lainy got down on her knees and pulled Jake's swim trunks down and started sucking him. He was feeling me up, and he pulled my top up and started Frenching me while his hands were all over my boobs."

"What were you thinking?"

"Like I was watching someone else, like it wasn't real. It felt so good, I just let him."

Tammy felt Lainy tugging her by the hand, pulling her down until they were side by side on their knees with Jake's cock bobbing in front of their faces. Then they were sharing it, and Tammy followed Lainy's lead, taking turns licking the shaft, sucking the head, tasting precum, kissing his balls. At the same time she felt Lainy stroking her pussy through her bikini bottoms, which were soon soaked through. 

By the time they moved the party to the bedroom, Tammy would have followed them anywhere that held the promise for release of all the pent-up energy and desire. The condom came out, Lainy positioned it on the tip of Jake's cock and told Tammy to roll it down.

"I remember how incredible his cock felt in my hand. I was kind of disappointed when she climbed on it."

While Lainy rode Jake, she was kissing Tammy and slid a hand into her bikini bottoms. She eased Tammy onto her back while slowly humping Jake's cock. Tammy had her eyes closed enjoying her friend's kisses, and she didn't notice the shift. But she felt hands pulling her bottoms off. When Lainy broke the kiss, Tammy looked up to see Jake between her legs. Lainy had his cock in her hand and was positioning it at the entrance to Tammy's pussy. Lainy told her to relax.

"I was kind of scared and didn't know what to do. She started kissing me again and I felt his cock work inside of me. It didn't go in right away, and then I just wanted it. Wanted to feel it filling me."

I was fingering her while she told the story, teasing the underside of her clit, unleashing a stream of fresh juices.

"Did you like the way his cock felt inside you?"

"Yes. I wasn't sure at first, but it started to feel better and better."

"Did he fuck you hard?"

"Yes. After I started to relax and get used to it. I could feel his balls hit my ass. It took my breath away."

"Did he cum inside you?"

"He was about to. But then he pulled out and took the rubber off so he could shoot it on my stomach."

"He got you all messy with his hot cum."

"Oh, yessss."

Her voice was between a whisper and a hiss. I slid down and dove between her legs, craving the taste of her again. I knew it wouldn't take long, and I wanted to sweep her away on a fast crescendo, my tongue dancing all over her clit. Just before she came she arched off the sofa and I drove my tongue into her hole, sucking out the hot, tangy nectar. Then I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked another wrenching orgasm out of her until she grabbed my head and pulled me up.

I held my lips an inch from her lips, breathing her in, letting her smell her own sex on my face. Still a hint of mine mixed in there. When she calmed down and looked in my eyes, I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her until her tongue sought mine and I was aware of my cock stiff and ready again. I wondered if she would stick to the no-fucking rule.



Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 06



Playtime with Tammy isn't confined to when we're together in my apartment. I had little experience with text-messaging before I knew her, but now I smile with anticipation when I see the little envelope icon appear on my cell phone.

I hit the button and a message from Tammy pops up: "I lyk U lic me." It's enough to trigger the memory of her scent and make my mouth water. I'm in the produce section of Publix, and I sense a tightening in the crotch of my jeans. I notice a MILF in a yellow tanktop, high-beams on. A young black woman with a slinky sway to her stride passes pushing a cart. I'm suddenly wondering how my U.S. prime fellow shoppers would look if they slipped in and out of something comfortable, and about the sound of their sighs if I were to brush my lips just beneath an ear as fingers delved between slightly parted thighs.

I flashed back to an earlier time in a different town in another supermarket. There was a young brunette who worked in the meat department. Her bedroom eyes caught mine and stirred the meat lover in me. We flirted for weeks. I was so smitten, even my friends knew about it. "They'd ask, any luck with the meat lady yet?"  I tried. Asked her out a few times, but predictably, she had a boyfriend. Finally she did agree to meet me at a bar that had a live band on Thursday nights. We danced, flirted, got a bit tipsy. She'd ridden over with friends but let me drive her back to where she worked to pick up her car.

Before she got out I managed to coax a kiss, then another. It started getting steamy in the car, her lips wet and eager, the vodka on her breath intoxicating. I got some buttons undone and my hand inside her blouse, rubbing soft, firm breasts through a sheer bra. Thumb teasing eraser-hard nips that I had often noticed making an impression in her Winn Dixie uniform.

She pulled back catching her breath and said, "I can't." But then started kissing me again. I moved my hand between her thighs and under her skirt. Got far enough to feel the heat through soft panties before she stopped me. "I really can't do this, I have a boyfriend."

And that was that. I started dating someone else, switched to another supermarket and didn't think of the "meat lady" again, until now. I realize I'm staring too intently at another brunette waiting for sliced ham. She notices. I smile, say "'scuse me," and move on.

This is all Tammy's fault. Not that I mind. It's the added benefit of being blessed with a fun, dirty girl stimulating my erotic imagination, enhancing awareness of sensual possibilities, intensifying desire. You never feel as alive as when involved in a lust-filled adventure, nor as wanton. Suddenly, all the melons in Publix look more enticing.

Often she'll text, "I need 2 cum." Sometimes she'll send a photo taken with her camera phone to emphasize the point. I've gotten close-up photos showing her blouse unbuttoned revealing cleavage and a shear bra and of her bare breasts with shirt and bra pulled up.

The other day the photo was taken under her skirt showing panty-covered mound.

I texed back, "Cum 4 Me."

"Cant. At work."

I knew that hadn't stopped her before. So I phoned and said, "Go in the restroom and make yourself cum for me. And I want to see a picture as proof."

She laughed. "You're so bad. I can't do that."

"Not as bad as you. And yes, you can."

I hung up and waited. It took a while before the photo arrived. It showed her legs spread wide, panties pushed aside and fingers in her slit. The camera phone doesn't have the sharpest resolution, but her pussy looked wet. It had to be.

Her message read: "Cum on this."

Hours later the episode is still on my mind. I call up the photo again and feel a surge of desire, imagining peeking in the bathroom stall watching her on the toilet stroking off, going crazy but trying hard to stifle any sounds of ecstasy. I'm feeling jittery and trying to decide what to do about it. I go to the computer and scan through the day's gallery on my favorite amateur photo site, then start reading some favorite sex blogs. I'm massaging the head of my cock through a pair of gray sports shorts when the doorbell rings.

I can't contain my smile when I open the door. Tammy is standing there looking smug but sheepish.

"You won't believe what I did. I was really naughty."

As she walked in the door, she swung her butt back into my hip and looked back with big, moony eyes. "And it's your fault."

"My fault that you were naughty?"

"Mmm, huhhhh."

She was walking kind of slinky, back arched to accentuate that alluring ass. All for my benefit. She appeared to be wearing her work clothes: tight black slacks and a flowery blouse. Her face was slightly flushed. She sat on the couch and made me coax the story out of her. I plied her with an Appleton run-and-orange, and rubbed her feet.

"So what was so naughty?"

"I did the married guy from work." My eyebrows raised. "The Latino guy, Carlos."

"The one from the Hummer with your other friend? I didn't know he was married."

"At first I thought he just had a girlfriend, but turns out he's married. Ever since that other time he's been flirting with me, trying to get me to go to bed with him. He's been saying, "I'll get us a room. Just say the word.' I kept telling him, "You're married, the word is no."

"Until today?"

"You had me so worked up with what you told me to do on the phone, so this afternoon when he brought up the room thing, I said, 'What's the room number?' He said, 'Are you serious?' I said, 'Are you?' I told him, 'It better not be a dump or I'll walk right out.' "

"So where was it?"

"Embassy Suites. He even had champagne. I'm bad, huh."

"I don't know. What do you think? It was his choice. You just called his bluff."

"He must have thought so, 'cuz he spanked me."

"He did?"

"He was doing me from behind. Really hard. I love it like that. And then he started smacking my ass."

"Did you like it?"

"I was surprised at first. But then, I have to say, it really got me off. I started saying, 'Yes, oh, yes!' Really loud. And I was cumming like crazy."

"Have you been spanked before?"

"Well, not like that. Not having sex. But I've thought about it. And I have to say, I do think I liked it."

She was blushing now, looking embarrassed but wild eyed and almost bouncing in her seat on the couch. Then she said, "Wanna see?" and jumped up. I watched her unsnap her slacks and slide the zipper down, then wiggle them down enough to turn and show me the red spot on her ass. She stood and bent at the waist, swaying side to side as she looked back over her shoulder at her own ass and at me. The mark wasn't clearly defined, just a general rosy hue, more so on the right cheek but some on the left as well. Must have been some heat there because it radiated right through me.

She reached back, touched the spot and made a hissing sound, like a drop of water on a hot stove. She giggled as she pulled her slacks up and zipped them.

"See, it's good to be bad sometimes."

"So you've been spanked before, just not during sex."

She blushed. "Hasn't everyone?"

"When was the last time?"

She hid her eyes behind a hand, then peeked between her fingers. "High school."

"You were spanked in high school? Really? I didn't think they still did that."

"They did where I went to school. We lived farther up the state then. It's a little more old-fashioned there."

It didn't take much to get the story out of her. The day's event obviously had brought the memory back and it was on her mind. She wanted to talk about it.

She'd been sent to the office for repeatedly talking in class. While sitting in a waiting area she heard another student being paddled. The distinct sound of three solid swats a few seconds apart resounded from inside the principal's office. 

As the realization of what was happening heightened her own anxiety, the door suddenly opened and the girls' gym teacher, a stern, scary woman, strode out. A couple minutes later the door opened again and a girl emerged looking upset, her red eyes briefly making contact with Tammy's, as if to convey, "You're next."

"You must have been scared. Did you get three swats, too?"

"I didn't get any that time. I just got a lecture. He told me if I got sent to his office again I'd get paddled like that other girl."

"Did you know her?"

"Her name was Karla. I knew who she was. She was known as a fast girl, kind of tough. But she was OK. We'd had a biology class together and had been in the same lab, so we knew each other."

After Tammy left the principal's office with a warning and relief of avoiding the paddle, she stopped in the restroom on the way to lunch and the girl who'd just been spanked was in there splashing water on her face, regaining her composure. She asked Tammy if she'd gotten it, too."

"She told me the first time she got the warning, too. The second time she got one swat with the paddle."

"This was her third time, so she got three swats?"

"I asked her if it hurt a lot. She said, "Hell, yeah!' "

There wasn't anyone else in the restroom. The girl motioned Tammy to follow her into one of the toilet stalls. She unzipped her jeans and wiggled them down enough to reveal her freshly paddled rear.

"I remember her skin was pretty light, like mine and her ass was bright red like a sunset."

Then Karla did something else that stunned Tammy. As she refastened her jeans, she leaned close and confided: "As bad as it hurts, and it feels like my butt is on fire, I'm horny as hell."

"She left and I realized I was horny, too. I sat down to pee and I was soaking wet. I couldn't believe it."

"It's pretty common to be turned on by the thought of getting spanked."

Tammy confided that she'd felt that way before. She'd been spanked a few times when she was much younger. She dreaded when it happened, but at the same time recalled experiencing an odd excitement that at the time she couldn't understand. In her early teens she had a friend who was spanked occasionally by her parents, and Tammy was always intrigued to hear the details.

"So when did you get paddled by the principal?"

"It was near the end of that school year, my junior year. A couple of boys got paddled and there was a lot of talk about it. I saw one of the boys leaving after school. I didn't know him, but I looked at him and he looked at me. I wondered how he felt, and I'll admit I imagined him pulling his pants down and showing me. That thought got my juices flowing and I remembered what Karla had said to me. It was a few months after that. 

"I kept thinking about the boys getting paddled, and Karla, and I got so horny I played with myself after I got home and again that night before I could get to sleep. I just came and came and came."

"So you decided to find out what it was like to get paddled yourself."

"I didn't come right out and plan it. But there was a class I didn't do the homework for and didn't want to go to this one day. So I skipped it and left school, and got caught when I was coming back."

Tammy found herself back in the waiting area outside the principal's office. He called her in, sat her down and gave another lecture, recalling the warning he'd given the previous time. When the door opened and the girls' P.E. teacher entered the room, she knew what was coming.

"Did the gym teacher paddle you?"

"She did the girls. He paddled the boys. There always had to be two of them there so there was a witness."

"Were you freaking out?"

"I was scared, but I kept telling myself that it couldn't be that bad and I knew I was curious to know what it was like."

The principal told Tammy she would receive one swat for her indiscretion. He took the paddle off a hook on the wall and handed it to the P.E. teacher.

"It was dark wood and I noticed it had holes in it. I guessed it was so it would move through the air faster. Anyway, it looked scary."

"How did they make you stand."

"Ms. Lazkowski told me to bend over and put my hands on the principal's desk. I started to, and she told me move my feet apart and farther away from the desk. That caused me to lean on the desk and made my ass stick up more."

"Did you close your eyes?"

"I kept them open. I wanted to try to see when it was coming so I could tense up. The principal told me to keep looking straight ahead. I felt her touch my butt with the paddle, and then there was this loud crack. I actually heard it before I felt it."

"Then you felt it."

"It was like Karla said. Like my ass was on fire, or like the sting of a thousand bees. I wanted to rub it, but not in front of them. I don't even remember what they said to me after it was over."

"So I'm trying to picture the scene clearly. I think maybe you should show me exactly how they made you stand."

Tammy looked at me with surprise, her eyes wide. Then a wave of realization passed over her face. Without a word she stood up, bent forward and placed her hands on the cushion.

"No, feet farther apart. And put your hands on the back of the couch."

I took a moment to enjoy the sight of Tammy bent over the couch, feet as wide as her shoulders, ass swaying slightly. The girl was fully clothed, yet the scene was more erotic than if she were naked on her back with her legs spread. The realization that she was positioned, waiting for me to spank her had my cock instantly pitching a tent in my shorts.

I'll admit that I'm also intrigued by the idea of spanking. And, I'll admit I once got a swat in middle school as part of a group that tossed a kid out of the locker room clothes after gym class. Even the gym teacher considered the kid a royal pain in the ass. But he couldn't let us get away with it. The mark and the sting lasted a few days. It was worth it.

In the heat of passion I've delivered an occasional love smack to spice the moment. But I'd never had the opportunity to carry out a ritualistic meeting out of punishment as Tammy was now waiting to receive.

I moved up next to her and admired the finely shaped target covered in soft, black fabric. She glanced back at me as if to say, don't be too hard on me.

"Don't look at me. Keep your eyes forward. You know you deserve this, don't you."

She turned her head back toward the couch but didn't reply.

"I said, you know you have this spanking coming, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I've been bad. Very bad."

At that moment I swung my right arm and caught her square in the middle of that finely shaped ass. Like in her memory, the sound of the smack registered before the shock of the impact on my palm. The force pushed her slightly toward the couch. She arched her back and wiggled her ass slightly, almost taunting me, as she regained her balance. She glanced back with a look of wide-eyed defiance.

"I told you not to look back here. You do understand that you deserve to have your naughty ass spanked, don't you?" I was doing my best to sound stern while my cock throbbed with lust.

"Yes, I've been naughty."

The second swat came with more force and landed on her left cheek and the heel of my hand so that it jarred my arm all the way to the elbow.

"Ow."   "It's supposed to sting so you know you've been bad," I said, not letting on that it hurt me, too. "This is the third time you've been in trouble. At least the third time you've been caught. You know what that means."

The third swat surprised both of us. I swung from a lower angle and caught her with the upswing on the underside of her ass. The contact was so pure, like connecting with the sweet spot of a baseball bat on a fastball that I didn't feel it. It was as if my hand continued right through her. The crack resounded like a gunshot, and she stood up and did a little dance as the bees played a chorus on her behind.

"Wait. What you've done is more severe than skipping class. Your additional punishment will be administered in my bedroom. Now undo your pants."

I'm not sure where I was getting my disciplinarian act, but I was going to see where it would go, as long as she was willing. She looked at me momentarily. I thought she might just tell me to go fuck myself. But then she reached down and unzipped her slacks. I pulled them down and helped her step out of them.

She had on pale blue panties that concealed most of the crimson inflaming her backside. I realized I was the second guy to see them today. I took her arm and led her on the walk of shame into the bedroom and directed her onto hands and knees on the bed.

"Keep your head down and that naughty ass in the air like the bad girl you are."

Whatever exactly that meant, it sounded authoritative. And there it was, presented like the special de jour for my spanking pleasure. The first couple of swats were administered with panties up. I admired the way her flesh and panty material rippled on contact. She moaned and wiggled slightly.

"Stay still or you're going to invite more severe punishment."

With both hands I grasped the waistband of her panties and began peeling them slowly, very slowly over the contour of her ass, revealing the reddened glow in contrast to the surrounding whiteness of her skin.

She made a sound as if to protest, and I smacked her on the freshly uncovered right side of her ass. I dragged the panties a bit lower and smacked her again on the left side. I directed her to move her knees farther apart until the panties were stretched tight around her upper thighs.

Pausing for a moment, I admired Tammy in the classic ostrich pose. The rear view is at once the most obscene and most provocative of a woman's sex. It's all right there – the ripe, juicy peach, neatly split and beckoning to pick a hole, either hole. In this instance it was all neatly framed by the taut panties and the red glow of her freshly spanked ass. I wanted to dive in and taste every curve and crevice. But first I needed to finish this passion play.

As I peeled her panties down the rest of the way and off, I glanced at my cock tenting my gray shorts. A dark spot the size of a half-dollar revealed where the head drooled for a piece of the action. Before continuing Tammy's spanking, I leaned close to catch a whiff of her arousal, one hand resting on the upper curve of her ass. With the other hand I dragged down my own shorts and let them fall to the floor as my cock sprang to attention.

The remaining flurry of the spanking was delivered with short, quick strokes, adding a snap of the wrist. The swats sounded harder than they were. I sought stimulation rather than humiliation, aiming to get the bees buzzing in her behind to jangle the nerve endings and fan the flame of desire.

It seemed to work as she buried her face into the bedspread and arched her back, presenting the most tantalizing target. The sight, the scent was making me crazy. With one hand resting on Tammy's ass, I leaned close, close enough to feel heat on my cheek. Was it the energy released by the spanking or the cauldron of simmering sex?

I let my cheek touch her and felt the heat radiate through my face. She pressed back, craving the softer contact, no doubt seeking comfort from the punishment. I stayed there and inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating blend of vapors. Moving behind her, I kissed the left check as I brought my hand down on the right one. She moaned deep in her throat. I switched sides and played the same duet, and she rocked back.

My tongue slipped naturally into the valley and rimmed that tight rosebud as I reached between her legs and cupped and pressed her mound. I tapped it with my fingers, administering light pussy spanks, and she made sounds and uttered words I couldn't make out. The tangy taste inflamed me, and I swabbed my tongue over her rear opening until my saliva cascaded into her pussy channel, a few drops dribbling onto the bed.

She made mewling noises and continued her hips as I found the swollen bud of her clit. I pinched it at the base and tugged it rhythmically, and she cried out with need.




Fun, Dirty Girl, Ch. 06



"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I reached my tongue to press the tip of her clit, then assaulted it like a boxer sparring with a speed bag. While my tongue worked the trigger, my thumb slid into her hot hole and my index finger toyed with her ass. I pushed the tip through the tight ring, and she went off. Loudly. She flooded my face and cried out in ecstasy while my tongue pressed hard against her clit.

I waited until the wave began to subside, then I swirled my tongue around the clit and slid my finger into her ass past the first knuckle. I massaged her two holes with the bowling-ball grip, and she went off again. And again. Cresting wave after wave, peak after peak. Wish I had it all recorded so I could play it back any time I needed to get off quickly. 

My chin and chest were awash in her juices when I finally pulled back to catch a deep breath and give my tongue a rest. I glanced down to where my cock was bobbing like a rowboat on a rough sea and noticed a string of precum dangling three inches from the tip. Tammy, doing the upside-down look-back, noticed it, too. She reached a hand back, beckoning. 

I took the hand and turned her around to face me. She didn't hesitate, diving for my cock and lapping up that sticky strand. It was just an appetizer. She knew there was plenty more where that came from, and she wanted it. She cradled my balls with one hand and clutched the base of my cock with the other as tongue darted around my cockhead. Here, there and everywhere until the bulb glistened and the sensitive nerve endings tingled, sending impulses to the cum factory.

She ran the very tip of her tongue back and forth across the tiny opening as the clear, tart liquid continued to ooze out. This seemed to stoke her appetite. The tongue action quickened as she spread the goo around the tip before sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft.

After taking me as deep as she could, Tammy moaned around my cock and rocked up and down as she sucked hard and added a twist with her hand on each upstroke. My need was so great that the rumblings started quickly. She sensed it and started pressing on the magical plateau between ass and balls. At the critical moment, she looked up to watch my reaction as the jets fired and stream after sticky stream filled her mouth.

I can't even describe how good it felt to just let go. I needed it so bad at that point it almost brought tears to my eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment but never back off, sucking and swallowing until the sensations became overwhelming and I put both hands on her face and eased her off my grateful cock.

She looked up at me, half dazed, half smiling. There was cum on her lips and more visible on her tongue. I couldn't resist leaning down and kissing her. She deserved it. This very naughty girl had shown how good she could be.