Storiesonline.net ------- Penny by Ken Randall Copyright© 2005 by Ken Randall ------- Description: John meets Penny in a stairwell after taking an after-school beating from a bully. She is new to the school, and helps him to his feet. He walks her home and is swept up into a cat-and-mouse game of seduction with her, as she struggles with her own desire to just go ahead and fuck him. This is a very hot stroke story, with a strong aspect of romance to it. Codes: mf rom teen reluc exhib voy oral pett size creampie ------- ------- Chapter 1 There are few things in life more humiliating than being beaten up by a bully that you have absolutely no chance of fighting back against in any way. You just sit there and take it trying not to cry as he hurts and humiliates you in front of his friends. All you can do is take it, the smacks and slurs, punches and put-downs, and try your best to hang onto your last shred of dignity. John Crawford took it that day, shielding his face with his forearms and twisting sideways to cover his groin. Deke Moffat got a good one on his stomach though and knocked him backward into the wall. Then he kicked John's knees and he crumpled to the floor. John never gave him the pleasure of so much as a whimper though. Deke kicked him one last time while he lay on the floor and then walked away, leaving him gasping for breath. John was fifteen, lying on a cold concrete stairwell floor, trying to figure out what the hell he'd done to set Deke off this time. He couldn't think of anything. Deke had just walked by and smacked him in the head for no reason. John told him to knock it off and he apparently took that literally. The rest was a blur. He felt like crying, but he didn't. After a while he opened his eyes and looked up. There was a very pretty girl standing above him, looking down at him with sympathy. She squatted down beside him and touched his shoulder. Her pleated mid-thigh length skirt fanned outward as she dropped and John got a quick glimpse of her white cotton panties. He closed his eyes immediately though, pretending he hadn't been looking at anything. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Could be better," he replied. "What the hell is his problem anyway?" the girl said. "You saw all that?" "I saw him walk away laughing and I saw you lying here, and I put two and two together." "I feel like such a loser," John said. "Don't worry about it," the girl said, flashing him a comforting smile. John stared up into her face for the first time and saw her pale blue eyes, framed by her shoulder-length black hair. Her lips were pale red and her cheeks had a very subtle hint of blush on them. She was very pretty indeed. "I need an aspirin," John said, rubbing his head. "You look like it." "Nobody wants to get beaten up by a bully, but this is Deke Moffat we're talking about. He's a psycho." "You should have fought back!" she said. "Maybe he just needs to respect you." "Nah. That would only make it worse. I'd rather just take the beating." "Why don't you tell a teacher or something?" John laughed. "I'd rather be dead than face the consequences of ratting out psycho-boy. It's just not worth the trouble. His dad's a cop anyway so nothing's gonna happen to him anyway." "I guess," she said. "You shouldn't have to go through that shit all the time, though." John shrugged. He slowly got up and she grabbed his hand to steady him. He stood there dusting himself off and straightening his clothes and hair the best he could. She handed him a small pink comb from one of her pockets. "Thanks," he said, smiling at her. "So you're okay?" she asked again, looking like she didn't really want to walk away. "I've had worse from him," John said. "It's the ridicule in front of everyone that really hurts." "I hear ya." There was a pause, while they just stared at each other. John noticed that she was a couple inches shorter than him, with a very petite frame and a pair of apple-sized breasts. She was wearing a white tank-top beneath a black sleeveless sweater vest. It had the nice effect of accentuating her chest. Her loose-flowing pleated skirt highlighted her legs in the same way. He looked her up and down for a moment, subtly admiring her physique, until he suddenly noticed she was doing the same thing to him. "Well, thanks," he said, turning away from her. "Penny," she replied quickly. "I'm Penny. Well Anna Marie Bailey actually, but people call me Penny." "How come?" "'Cause I'm so small," she said, blushing a little. John furrowed his brow. She was petite, but she didn't look small. She was almost as tall as he was. "I'm John. John W. Crawford." "What's the W stand for?" Penny asked. "I'd rather not say. It's nerdy. It sounds more powerful as just a W." They shook hands, but she didn't let go. "So this must be how you meet new people," Penny said, still moving his hand up and down. She stared intently into his eyes, causing him to blink more than necessary. "I guess so. You new here?" She finally released him, and gave her head a little shake, as though snapping herself out of something. "Um, yeah! I just started on Monday. It's been rough. This school is crawling with bullies, assholes, and cliques full of ice-cold bitches. You don't know who to trust." "But you trust me it seems." "Sure. Why not? I figured if you gave me any problems I could just beat you up all over again, ya big wimp." John rolled his eyes and Penny smiled brightly. "I'm just kidding. I wouldn't do that." There was silence again and they both stared at one another's shirts some more. Penny really didn't seem to want to leave. It was becoming more and more obvious. "Are you okay?" John asked her. "You seem nervous." "To be honest, you're like the first person I've actually talked to all week, other than teachers. I guess I'm kind of hooked now." "So where do you live?" "Not too far from here. It's about five minutes away maybe." "North? South? West?" She spun around, looking, pointing, trying to get her bearings. Her skirt fanned out again, flashing some of her upper thighs. "That way. West," she said. "Maple Drive?" "Yeah!" "I can walk you home if you want. I'm going that way." "Would you? That would be so cool!" They left together, taking a round-about route to avoid the main doors where most of the bullies hung out. By the time they got out of the school, they'd taken so many twists and turns through the halls that Penny grabbed his hand to keep from getting left behind. John got out of the school, feeling like he'd been paroled from prison for the evening, and he and Penny hurried across the back field toward Maple drive. When they were finally clear of the school grounds they slowed to a casual stroll. They chatted freely as they walked along and by the time got to her house they'd developed the seed of a friendship. She was fifteen as well, the daughter of a single mom. She had moved to this new school from the other side of the city and was having trouble making new friends. She was into sports and cars and music and stuff. He told her he didn't have much use for sports as the jocks usually picked on guys like him. She laughed and told him he should give it a chance. She said she had been on the volleyball team, in cross-country running, and some gymnastics. She couldn't make the cheerleading squad though because she just wasn't "pretty enough". "I think you're as pretty as any cheerleader I've ever seen," John said. "Nice legs too," he added without looking. Penny smiled sweetly and nudged his arm with her fist. The seed of friendship suddenly sprouted flowers. Then they were at her house. "Well here it is," she said. "My new home." "It's nice. Mine's just around the corner." "Really!?" she said. "Cool. What time do you leave for school in the morning?" "Around 8:40 I guess. You want me to come knock on your door?" "That would be so cool. Here. Let me give you my number, in case you change your plans or something. Call me, okay?" She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, checked what her phone number was, and copied it onto John's hand. "Maybe I'll call you later. Just to chat," John said. "Sure!" she replied. She was still holding his hand, after writing her number down on it. There was an awkward pause, and she just stared into his nervously blinking eyes. "Well, thanks for walking me home," she said finally. She didn't let go though. Her touch felt nice, but he was worried his hands were getting sweaty. Finally, he looked down at their contact and she giggled. "Okay, bye," she said, and pulled him forward for a quick peck him on the cheek. Then she let go and headed up her sidewalk. "Call me!" "Wow," John said, rubbing his cheek. The kiss was still tingling and he stood there for a moment while it faded away. "Anna Marie Bailey... Penny." He turned and headed home, feeling so much better than he had after his run-in with Deke. When he got home, however he found a little pink comb in his back pocket - Penny's comb. She'd let him use it to fix his hair back in the stairwell. "What the hell?" he said. He was sure he'd given it back to her. There it was nevertheless in his back pocket. He picked up the phone and dialled her number. There was no answer. He called again a few minutes later, but there was still no answer, so he decided to just run it over to her. Her house was only two minutes away. ------- Chapter 2 He knocked on her door and waited. There was still no answer. He rang the doorbell. Suddenly the door jerked open a little and Penny's eyes thrust sideways into the crack. "John!" she said. "Oh my god! What's up?" She looked flushed and a little out of breath. John held up the comb to her and raised his eyebrows. "I believe this is yours," he said. "Oh, yeah! Just a second, kay?" The door closed and John waited. Thirty seconds later she opened it again and pulled him inside. She shut the door behind him and locked it. "Sorry," she said. "I'm not really decent." She was wearing a bathrobe, a little white baby-doll style robe that only came down to her upper thighs, just below her butt. John's eyes widened a bit at the sight of her bare legs and he wondered if she was wearing any underwear. She was panting a bit, out of breath from running up and down the stairs, and her chest was heaving nicely before his eyes. Her panting sounded almost sexual and it tantalized his adolescent brain. "Were you in the shower or something?" "Yeah. I was just about to get in the shower." John gave her the comb and she dropped it into the pocket of her robe. "So you're alone here I take it, answering the door in the nude like that?" "Yeah. Mom gets back around seven. She works downtown." Penny's voice was sort of shaky, and it sounded cute to him, sort of nervous and giddy at the same time. "It's nicer inside here than it is on the outside," John said, glancing around the place. "You want the five-cent tour?" she asked. "Sure," he said. She walked him through the house, clutching her robe closed in front with one hand as she pointed out each room they passed through. The robe had no cinch and it threatened to spill open at any time. John hardly noticed the rooms. "This is the dinning room. The kitchen's back here. Through here is the stairs down to the basement and the back door. Then this is the living room and up front is some sort of sitting room or whatever it's called." She waved her arm in the direction of the sitting room and John saw her robe come open a bit at the bottom. He only had a half a second's glance in between the lower flaps but he looked down just in time. She really wasn't wearing underwear. He saw her pink, puffy pussy lips drooping down a bit beneath a swirl of pubic hair. His cock stiffened immediately. She had been merely a new friend a while ago, but suddenly he was interested in fucking her. Penny had apparently not even noticed her accidental exhibitionism however. She led him through the sitting room and up the stairs. On the stairs he got another look up at her feminine secrets. She went up in front of him and he could clearly see her naked ass and part of her slit beneath the robe, but then, to his delight, she stooped halfway up the stairs to snatch up a magazine that she'd left there. It was only half a second but he saw the full face of her vulva smile out at him. It was bald except for a tuft of hair around her pubic bone. Her inner upper thighs were shiny wet too. It was a beautiful sight. She was still not aware of his lustful peeking however, or at least she was pretending not to be. It was hard to believe she was completely oblivious of the peep-show she was giving him, but if she wasn't, what did that mean? Did she want him to see her, and if so, why? The situation was getting more and more interesting. His hard on was now fully enraged. He had to force his hands to remain at his sides. They wanted to grab her ass, to lift of her robe, and slide his fingers into her puffy little crevice. The thought shook him like an earthquake. "Up here is the bathroom, master bedroom, guest room, and here's my room," she said. There was a gentle buzzing sound coming from her bedroom. "What's that noise?" John asked. "What noise?" Penny replied, somewhat alarmed. "I hear a buzzing noise." "Oh my god!" she said. She chucked the magazine away and ran to her bed. She leapt onto it and threw the covers over something. The motion caused her robe to fly open and ride right up to her waist, and John got a brief view of her lower body completely nude. She was in great shape too. He licked his lips excitedly. She was fumbling with something under the bed with one hand, and trying to close her robe and pull it down over her ass with the other. Each time she pulled her robe down she would thrust her hand back under the blanket, fumbling with something, and her robe would ride up again. Then she yanked the robe down again and thrust her hand back into the covers. It would have been almost comical if it wasn't so damn sexy. John simply stared with wide eyes. At one point she lost her balance and kicked her leg in the air, trying to right herself again. John got a glaring view of her completely exposed snatch for the first time, and he almost drooled on himself. She wriggled and squirmed, turning redder by the second, and finally got her robe down over her pretty little ass. It snapped up again as soon as she let it go though. Damn, she had a fine ass. Penny simply squealed in embarrassment and jammed both hands under the covers. There was a muffled click and the mysterious buzzing ceased. "Oh my god!" she said, shoving her face into the pillows. "I'm so embarrassed!" Her butt was exposed again, and she tugged the robe down over it one more time. He could still see her puffy pink labia peeking out at him though, so she simply rolled sideways and curled into a ball on the bed. John just stared at her with wide eyes, wishing desperately that she would kick her leg in the air again. He wondered once again if the whole show had really been accidental. Could she really be that clumsy? Whatever was under that blanket must have been really important for her to flash her ass around that much trying to hide it. "Don't be embarrassed," he said. "That was, uh, a nice view. Very nice." She had her face buried in the pillow. She let go of her hem to cover her head with her arm and her robe snapped upward again. John whistled at her, long and slow. She looked down and yanked the robe down again, but at that angle it covered nothing. She squealed in frustration and buried her face again. The covers were right there. She could have used those, but evidently there was something she did not want him to see under there. She made some convoluted move, trying to yank the robe down into a position where it would stay, but that only exposed her breasts. She whimpered softly and gave up, with the robe now only covering her shoulders and part of her back. "You might as well just show me," John said. "I've already seen it anyway." She lifted her face from the pillow and glared at him. For a moment he thought she would scream at him to get out, but then she just hid her face again and flashed him wide and long, intentionally this time, lifting her leg high in the air so he could see her fully exposed pussy. It was all slick and wet and puffed out with arousal. Then she put her leg back down. "There!" she said. "Satisfied?" "Very, very nice," John said with a breathy sigh. "I'm so embarrassed," she said. But was she really? She didn't seem like it. "I can leave if you want," John said, praying she would disagree. "I don't want you to go. You're like my only friend in the whole world right now." "So what were you doing up here that you were so desperate to hide?" "Well, d'uh!" she said, glaring at him like he was an idiot. Suddenly it dawned on him. "Were you masturbating, Penny?" he asked with an interested grin, but he immediately realized there was no other option. "That buzzing sound was a vibrator, wasn't it?" She nodded, with a scarlet blush. "I'm so embarrassed I can't believe it." "I never would have guessed," he said. "You heard the buzzing, and you see me all sopping wet. You're not that dumb, are you?" "I guess I would have figured it out eventually, but wow, what a surprise!" She moaned into the blankets. "You do that a lot?" John asked. She didn't answer. "Everybody does it, Penny. Don't worry about it. I think it's really sexy actually." "What? Why? It's embarrassing!" "How can anything that feels that good be embarrassing?" "I don't know. You just don't expect your only friend in your new school to find out about it, that's all. It's supposed to be private." "Can I see the thingy? What you were using?" Penny slowly raised a hand from under the blankets. She was holding a neon pink cock. It was about eight inches long and as thick as a banana. "It's a nice colour," John said. "Matches your face." "Ha ha. Very funny." "Does it feel good inside?" "I wouldn't know. I only use it on my, my um, clit." "It's too big for you?" "I guess," she said. "I'm really, um, small inside." "Hence the name Penny," he said, finally figuring this out as well. "Yup," she said. "Like, how small?" "Let's just say my ex was only four inches, and he used to stretch me." John thought about that for a moment, and thought smaller than he'd been thinking before. His eyes widened and he had to fight off a lustful grin. Meanwhile, her robe had ridden up and her ass and pussy were showing once again. She made no attempt to cover herself now though. John just stared lustfully and the little slit between her thighs, wanting with all his being to fuck her. "Come here," he said, finally. "Why?" she asked, lifting her head to glare at him. "I just want to kiss you. I've seen you naked. I can at least get a kiss from you, can't I?" "A kiss?" she said. "Why?" "I thought I just answered that." "Well why do you want to kiss me?" "Because I like you, Penny. I'm attracted to you. I think you're totally hot, and I want to kiss you. I'm not gonna come to you though. If you're okay with kissing me, you come here. Otherwise I'll just leave, because I can't stand staring at your beautiful naked ass anymore." Penny sat up and closed her robe modestly. She walked over to him and leaned her back against the doorway. "Okay. Here I am, Mr. John W. Crawford. Kiss me." John looked down at her chest. He looked into her eyes. He touched her cheek and she closed her eyes, turning her face up to him. He kissed her, softly dabbing his lips onto hers for a minute, and then parted them with his tongue. His tongue touched hers and an electric shiver zapped through his body. She flicked his tongue with hers and then the kiss exploded from cautious curiosity to excited passion. She lifted her hands to clutch his face and her robe fell open. They moaned into each other's mouths when John's hands slid down from her face to cup her breasts. They were round, firm handfuls that seemed made for his particular hands. He held them for a moment while he kissed her and felt her nipples harden against his palms. Finally he tugged her robe fully open, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to her elbows. She dropped her hands from his face and the robe fell to the floor behind her. Now she was totally nude. John grabbed her breasts once again, with both hands, alternately kneading them and tweaking the nipples. His mouth broke from hers and fell to her neck, her ear, her shoulder. She shuddered and cooed, feeling his body beneath her hands and his lips on hers. His lips dropped to her breasts and kissed the small round globes with shaking desire. Then he took her nipple in his warm wet mouth and she moaned even louder. "Ah, John," she said. "Oh my god." Her breath was shaking, her hands were shaking, her knees were almost giving out, but she didn't stop him. His hand slid down her belly and dove into the sweet crevice he'd seen from afar. She was wet and slippery and puffed out with heated arousal. She lurched forward into his palm when he touched her and whimpered. He massaged her slit for a few moments, feeling out the location of her clit and vagina, but just as he was about to slide a finger inside her penny-sized pussy, she stopped him. ------- Chapter 3 "Oh, don't. We should stop," she said. She reached down and pulled his hand away. "Why?" he asked, moving to suck her other nipple. "We... oh god! We just met," she said, pressing her breast into his kiss. "I don't want to be used, and tossed away. I want it to mean something. Not that you would do that or anything, but, I don't know. Maybe we should just wait, okay?" John grabbed her face and kissed her again, grinding his pelvis desperately against hers. She lifted one leg to straddle his hip. She didn't seem like she was too convinced about stopping. She seemed more like she was burning mad with lust. "I'm not like that, Penny," John said. "I can't even get a date around school, never mind sleeping with someone. Why would I toss you away if you gave me the most beautiful thing ever? If we do this it'll probably mean more to me than it does to you." "Oh my god. I want to, but it just feels wrong." "Here," John said. "Just let me..." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. "Feel this, and then decide," he said. He knew she was horny as hell and the more stimulation he gave her the more she would weaken. Her hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked it gently, feeling its size and heat. It throbbed in her hand and she sighed with apprehension. "It's so big. It's not gonna fit, I don't think." "We have to make it fit. That's what lovers do." She continued stroking him and he wanted her even more than ever. "Here," she said. "Let me just..." She dropped down in the doorway, facing his cock and staring up at him with eyes that danced with excited desire. She seemed conflicted with fears that she might not satisfy him however, and the combination was gorgeous. His face was dazzled with crazy lust, and her fears were calmed. She took hold of his cock in a gentle fist and began kissing all over it with deep affection. He groaned helplessly at the pleasure of her soft wet lips, dabbing sweet saliva onto his twitching manhood and she smiled up at him, encouraged by his responsiveness. Then she unbuttoned his pants and slid them to his ankles, tugging his underwear down to his thighs with them. She held his cock carefully in her hands and opened her mouth wide, then wider, trying to size him up visually. He was about six and a half inches, maybe seven, but he was thick. She could hardly get her fingers around the width of him. She licked at its face a couple of times and John shivered, closing his eyes as though it were a dream. Suddenly a warm, wetness engulfed him and bobbed deliciously back and forth a couple of times. His cock was now inside her slippery little mouth and now it really was a dream. "Ah, Penny. Oh god, that's so nice!" She moaned happily and then began slowly bobbing back and forth, caressing the end of him inside an affectionate oral grip. She moved her tongue sweetly too, making him shudder and gasp, and she giggled. Her hand stroked his shaft and her mouth massaged the head. She slid him luxuriously across her soft wet tongue a couple of times, with a wonderfully slow bobbing motion, sucking gently to increase the grip. Then she simply held him steady and whipped him with her tongue, back and forth across the sweetly ticklish face of him, in a rapid flickering motion that weakened his knees and turned his mind to putty. She could have demanded anything from him right then, and he would have gladly done it. "You're leaking, baby," she said, flicking her tongue across the eye of his dick to catch the pre-cum that drooled from it. Then she dropped down onto it again with no further dilly-dallying, and suddenly two thirds of his length was snuggled tightly inside her sweetly bobbing firm wet suction. He could feel the back of her throat angling the head of his cock downward as she forced him in as far as she could get him. Her lips touched down around the base of him for a moment, and then she pulled off again, gagging a bit, but not pausing. He felt her tongue slithering around its head again, and then she bobbed all the way down again. He felt the wet, weakening pull of swirling mouth massaging him, back and forth, working delirious pleasures into him until, half a minute later, with several popping spasms of ecstasy, he let go of his load and emptied himself into her hot bobbing little mouth. "Ah. Mmm. Wah!" he cried out. The pleasure of ejaculating into her luscious little mouth was more than he could take. His knees shook and his head went dizzy. He felt her tilt her head down to swallow, and then she bobbed a few more times, squeezing her fingers up the length of it, and tickling his balls, as though she could get more come out of him by doing that. Then she swallowed again and pulled slowly off of him. She kissed him all around his manhood, licking at the stray strings of semen that hung from his shaft, and then she looked up into his eyes and saw him staring down at her with desperate adoration. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her hard, crushing her in a loving and grateful embrace that had her gasping for breath. "Damn! That was so nice," he said. "You liked it?" John didn't even bother answering. He just hugged her harder, still shaking. His cock pressed against her pubic mound and suddenly he wanted more. "Think how nice it would feel going in you," he said. "But I thought if I just did that for you, you wouldn't need anything else," Penny said, a little confused. "Oh no, Penny," John said. "That just made me want you even more, if you'll let me..." "I don't know, John. I want to but, I guess I'm just scared." "I think you're more horny than scared, deep down inside. I don't know if you've noticed, but you've been giving me a lot of very direct signals since I got here." "Like what?" she asked. "Well, flashing me, kissing me, giving me a nice hand-job, blowing me, for starters, and now you're massaging my cock again." She hadn't even noticed she was doing it. She looked down and saw his fiery red, post-orgasmic erection poking up onto her stomach, and she saw that her hand was on it again, stroking it purposefully, working it back into arousal again. She sighed with what sounded like surrender to John's delighted ears. "Go ahead," he said. "It's all yours." She pulled it downward and rubbed it across her clit, teasing its head with some of her beautiful wetness and soft massaging. She rubbed herself harder with it, releasing a soft moan that seemed to prove John right. She really was more horny than scared. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said. "You really do want to fuck me, don't you?" "Oh god, yes," she said. "From the first time I saw you. We can't though. It seems so wrong. But..." John pushed forward, rubbing the length of his cock along her pouting slit. "Ooh!" she said with a slight gasp. It was so close to being inside her, and yet so far at the same time. All she had to do was push him away and ask him to leave, and it would all be over. All she had to do was arch her pelvis forward though, and it would slide right in. The wetness of her snatch made his heart pound in his chest. It would go in so easily, into her tight little sex tunnel, if he could only get the right angle. He began sliding his cock back and forth across her vulva, hoping to wear down her resistance with pleasure, hoping to stroke the very tip of himself in somehow so that he would have leverage to push himself in entirely. She tensed, and then relaxed again, struggling against her own morals with sexy little whimpers that made his brain go gooey. He stooped downward, angling his pelvis upward beneath her and pressed himself into her slit once again. She parted her legs slightly, instinctively granting access for him to penetrate her. The head of his cock was kissed by the opening of her sweet little hole and they both shook excitedly. All he had to do was thrust forward and it would be inside her glorious teenage sex. But that's where she stopped him. "Don't. Stop. We can't." She pushed his cock away. He stared defeat in the face for a moment, but before she could say another word, he dropped to his knees and slammed his mouth onto her clit. She squealed in surprise and grabbed at his head, wanting to push him away, but then, when the pleasure of his tongue washed through her, her arms went weak and she could offer no resistance. He lapped at her rapidly and she melted in seconds, suddenly mewling, crying, and moaning in one long slurred cry of ecstasy. He lifted his hand to her sweet crevice and slid one happy little finger into her vagina. She moaned and squeezed at him. She was indeed incredibly tight, but she was soaking, sopping wet as well, and it went in easily. He slid a second finger into her and was already stretching her. He felt her female muscles crushing his fingers and wondered for a moment if she was right about him being too big for her. She wasn't a virgin though, so someone had to have gotten in there at some point. "Oh god! Oh John!" She lifted one leg onto his shoulder, gripped the doorway above her with her with one hand to steady herself. She caressed his head with the other hand, wanting him to be all over her at the same time. His tongue tried to oblige, whipping wildly around her secret parts, and his fingers massaged the opening of her vagina. She was dripping wet and squeezing him spasmodically with all her might, suddenly wanting more of him than just his fingers. His head was spinning from the excitement of it, and every time she called out his name he got a shiver all through his body. "Ah! Oh god! I'm gonna... come!" She popped. Something unhinged inside her and she suddenly went silent. She shook and shuddered and squeezed and pounded her pelvis against him, but didn't make a breath of noise. Finally she gasped out, long and loud, catching a breath in between the spasms of climax that rolled over her entire body like ocean waves. "Don't... stop!" she said, clutching his head, desperately crushing his mouth into her spasmodic little pussy. He gave her more tonguing, and twisted his wrist, stirring his fingers rapidly around inside her. He saw her phone number written on the back of his hand - the hand that was now half crammed up into her sopping pussy - and he marvelled at how far they'd come, so fast. She climaxed heavily, finally achieving the release he had interrupted earlier. After about 20 seconds of silent shuddering and flinching, she gasped out loud again, panted a bit, and then dove back into the pleasure as another wave of ecstasy hit her. "Fuck!" she said. "Oh my god!" Just when she was coming down from her second rush of climax, almost dropping to the floor in exhaustion, John jumped to his feet, yanked her thigh up over his forearm, exposing the face of her vulva to his advance, and then pressed his cock hard against her oozing, twitching snatch. He wanted to penetrate her completely, in one swift stroke but it didn't go in. She was too small. He had to do it quickly, get it in before she changed her mind, but where the hell was it? He poked and thrust at her, sliding up and down her slippery little crevice like it was a waterslide for cock, and finally she stopped him with her hand. "Down a bit, John," she panted. "Down here." He felt her fingertips on his cock and she bent it downward to the mouth of her vagina. Then she pushed downward onto it as he pushed upward, and they felt the head pop into the lusty little slurp of her tight vaginal squeeze. Their mouth dropped open, and she clutched his shoulders in her hands, pushing downward a little more to secure him inside her. He thrust upward, pulling her downward by her ass. It went in further, digging sweetly into the tightness of her slick little hole. She squealed again, half in shock, half in excitement, and he thrust himself deeper. She was wrapped tightly around two inches of his cock and he thrust further. She was so soaking wet, both inside and out, that she could offer no resistance to him at all, in spite of her incredible tightness. All the tightness her womanhood could muster only served in increasing his pleasure as he advanced lubriciously into her hesitant little sheath. She moaned as his thickness expanded inside her. He held her leg over his forearm, grabbed her ass with his other, bent his knees into a half crouch, and thrust even deeper inside her. He was almost to the top of her now, and it was absolutely delicious. "Ow. Oh. Oof. Ooh," she said, gripping the doorway above her with both hands while he slowly penetrated her. Her breasts thrust out at him like prizes in that position and he licked at them clumsily as he struggled to plunge himself all the way inside her sweet little cunt. She let go of the doorway and wrapped her arms around his neck, as though hanging on for dear life. He pulled her ass toward him and she thrust herself forward, trying at the awkward angle to get him all the way inside her. Finally she surrendered completely to the fuck and lifted her other leg to his waist as well. He grabbed ass in both hands, with her legs over his forearms, and finally felt her delicious pussy sink down to the bottom of his cock. He was all the way in her now, and she seemed like she could hardly breathe. "Ah. Mmm. Ouch. It's too big," she whimpered breathlessly. He carefully slid her up and down on his cock, dragging her off of him and then forcing himself back into her sweet grip. He lifted her and dropped her again, driving himself in and out as he did, and she shuddered all over. She groaned again, but this time there was an erotic tinge to it. She seemed to be enjoying it a little more now. Finally she grabbed his face and kissed him desperately, sucking on his lips and tongue as though she wanted to swallow them, and panting like she was drowning while she did. "Okay," she said. "Mmm, yes. This... is good. I like this. Let's do it. It feels so big inside me, so good. I - uh! Yes!" He bounced her on his cock again, more forcefully this time and she nodded her head wildly in approval. He meanwhile, engulfed in the tightest pussy he'd ever known, was beginning to weaken from ecstasy and exhaustion. "Take me," she said, "to the bed. The bed. Please." He held her on his cock and shuffled over to the bed with his pants around his ankles. He lowered her to the edge of it and laid her down. Then he secured himself deep down into the very bottom of her with new found freedom of movement. He released a passionate sigh, and her eyes widened at the size of him, stretching the entire length of her tunnel around his manhood. "This is so wrong," she said, panting desperately in between the grunts his motions brought out of her. "We shouldn't be doing this, but I love it. It hurts, but it's so fucking beautiful. Oh my god! Fuck me, John." He fucked her slowly and deliberately, spearing in and out of her gooey wet squeeze, and she tugged at him with her legs, urging him onward. She pulled him down to face her, and they stared into one another's eyes as they did it. Her mouth dropped open into an astounded little O, and her eyes flared wide with every thrust he made. He was hot and hard above her, inside her. A drop of sweat fell from his chin onto her neck and she kissed him once again, tasting his panting breath as he loved her like no one before. "I'm totally madly in love with your eyes," she said. "Don't close your eyes. I want to watch you enjoy me." He had been closing them, revelling in the swelling pleasures her body was giving him, but he opened them to look at her. His eyes were dazed and awestruck, lost in the pleasure she was giving him, and she swooned at the sight of them. He found he liked watching her face change as he fucked her. Every little motion he made inside her produced an intense reaction on her hyper-expressive face. She did everything but close her eyes. He kissed her, frantically, tasting her sweet tongue. He nuzzled her cheek against his, and finally he just buried his face in her blankets thrusting himself into her, over and over again as he felt his orgasm building. Her arms and legs squirmed all over him, clutching lovingly at him as though he might fly away or something, and he realized he'd never felt so secure. He felt like he was inside her love completely. "I'm dying," he said. "I think I'm dying. It feels so damn good inside you. It's all over me, crushing me, and I feel trapped by it, but I absolutely love it." He thrust aggressively forward and she met him with a buck of her pelvis. They moaned together, and did it again. Then he gave it to her fast and hard for a bit, and she thrashed wildly beneath him, gasping and crying out as though she were in a fight for her very life. "Oh yeah!" she said. "Fuck me! That's it. Fuck my tight little pussy, baby. Slam it hard. Oh god, yes! Make me come! Oh, you're gonna make me come. It's coming!" He felt his own orgasm approaching very fast. It was maybe a dozen or so thrusts away, inside her deliciously wet and spasming snatch. He didn't want to finish without her so he snatched up the vibrator from her bed, found the On switch, and pressed it against her clit while he fucked her. "Oh fuck!" she said. Her voice changed, now dripping with the pleasure buzzing through her, and John felt her squeezing his cock with renewed vigour. He found he actually had to tug himself out of her she was gripping him so tightly. She was near her orgasm now. Very close, and he pumped himself in and out of her, watching her tits bounce and jostle back and forth. Soon she was released, into the pools of orgasmic ecstasy, this time intensified by the vibrations on her clit. She seized up again, dead silent as the waves of it rushed through her body, but this time between waves, she screamed out loud. Seconds later, John was coming too, thrusting in and out of the tight, wet, fluttering squeeze of her orgasmic vagina. He poured himself out into her with a madly intense growl, and she bucked her pelvis up and down to receive the load. "Ah. Oh gaw. Muh. Gif't to me, Juh-, Juh-, John. Yes!" she said, slurring and babbling deliriously now. John shook and panted, squirming around inside her slippery wet clutch, milking every last pleasure from her sweetly sucking womanhood. Finally he collapsed onto her, gasping and whimpering into the side of her neck. A moment passed as they felt each other's heart beats slowing down. They panted and sighed and caressed one another, and finally just lay there, revelling in the closeness of the completed sex act. "That was amazing," John said. ------- Chapter 4 Penny stroked at his hair. They could still feel each other's genitals throbbing, pulsing, and squeezing, his cock expanding, her pussy tightening. It felt wonderful. He stroked at her a bit and marvelled at how good she still felt, even after he'd already come. She was tender and sweet inside, a loving massage of sweet slippery pleasure that he could have enjoyed all damn day. "I can feel your heartbeat," she said. "Wow! I can feel it in your dick. It's so big inside me." "I can feel yours in your breasts," he answered. She squeezed him again, holding him both in her arms and in her pussy, with her legs sprawled wantonly across the mattress. They felt all gooey and tingly. Her whole body in fact seemed to be complete mush. She couldn't seem to control the shaking in her lower body, but it felt so good at the same time. Her pussy was a little sore, but it felt comfortably full, used for its intended purpose, and she loved the feeling. He was all sweaty above her, shaking and trembling in her arms like a frightened little boy, and he felt absolutely gorgeous against her post-orgasmic body. She wondered if she was falling in love with him already. It was crazy and insane, and terribly dangerous, but it was becoming more and more powerful inside her with each passing moment. "How do you feel?" he asked her. "Nice," she said. "Nice? Just nice?" "I can't describe it. I feel all gooey and tingly all over and I just want to stay like this forever. You know - nice." "Oh, I see what you mean," John replied. "Me too." They kissed for a while and he felt her experimentally gyrating her pelvis once again, stirring his cock around inside her. She was exploring the feel of it in an almost masturbatory way. She was enjoying herself in the moment, and that was so damn sexy he almost swooned as well. "How many guys have you slept with, Penny?" he asked. "You don't have to answer. I was just wondering because you're so amazing." "Only one, other than you: my ex-boyfriend. He used to fuck me all day, almost everyday, but he was kinda small. After a while I couldn't even feel anything anymore, but I just went along with it because he was enjoying himself." "He was small?" John asked. "You're so damn tight! I can't believe anyone could be considered small inside you." "Well he wasn't tiny or anything, but after you've been doin' it for an hour or so you can't really feel it anymore." "I'm glad I didn't disappoint." "You didn't. You were huge compared to him. It felt really fucking nice. It hurts a bit, but, you know, in a good way. The other funny thing is, I've never talked dirty like that during sex before. Never! But somehow with you I couldn't stop myself. I must have sounded like an absolute whore, but it was so damn sexy. It just exploded out of me, like a verbal orgasm or something." "No complaints here," John said. "I loved it." John was stirring himself around inside her, more purposefully now, and she increased her pelvic rotations in response. "Wanna do it again?" John asked, grinning at her as he stroked in and out of her sopping young pussy. "Of course," she said. "You gotta let me get cleaned up though, or my bed will be fucked." "I can't wait that long," he said, and rolled over onto his back, pulling her along with him without breaking the connection. "Woo!" she said, her eyes flaring in bright surprise. "You're so strong." "Fuck me good, Penny. Go nuts." She began slowly bobbing her pussy up and down on him, stroking his cock in and out of her wet teen snatch, but she tired of the motion after several minutes and switched to a slow winding circular motion, dragging him all around inside her. Then she switched to thrusting back and forth, leaning backward with her hands on his thighs as she jerked her pussy up and down on him. He admired her muscular abs from this angle, panting and clutching at her thighs as she moved sweetly on his cock. She fucked him like this for a few minutes, and then she leaned forward again, dangling her tits in his face and bouncing up and down the full length of him, from root to tip, squeezing and swirling every once in a while for effect. "Damn you're good," John said, panting as though he were running at a full sprint. "Don't talk," she said. "Just kiss me. Fuck me." John did both, kissing her desperately, gripping her hips, and thrusting wildly up into her with each down stroke she made. He went crazy on her like this until finally she stopped moving altogether and just let him pump her like a run-away locomotive. Moments later he was coming once again, and she let him spew his goo up inside her, coating her cervix with it as she ground hungrily down onto him. "AH, Ah, ah," he said, slowly winding down from the delicious ejaculation she'd milked out of him with her deft little cunt. She hadn't come yet though, and she kept going, swirling and grinding on him, rubbing her clit across his pubic bone as she sought her release. "There it is! There. Oh right there," she said, throwing her head back and coming with a long glorious moan. His cock meanwhile was being tortured inside her, with the post-orgasmic twinges that tickled him too sweetly, making him want to laugh and cry at the same time. He let her finish though, enduring the orgasmic overkill until she was completely spent. She flopped down onto him, shaking like a frightened little bunny. He held her affectionately, stroking her hair, and kissing her, thanking her without words for the joyous pleasure she'd given him. She spoke after a few minutes, first releasing a long moaning sigh, and then giving her head another self-correcting shake. "I must have fucked Deacon for months on end," she said. "At least three times a week, for hours at a time, but you're already the best sex I've ever had." "Thanks," he said. "Although I think you're giving me too much credit. You're only like the fourth girl I've been with." "Really?" she said. "But you're so cute! And you're so good!" "Well you think so, and I'm so glad you do, but the rest of the school sees me as just another nerd. Being a punching bag for the jocks of the school is my closest link to popularity." "But you did sleep with three other girls." "Yeah. I lost my virginity at 14 with this girl who did me on a dare. It lasted all of two minutes. Then I slept with this other girl who was a friend of my cousin, but that wasn't exactly prize-winning either. We did had an affair for about two months though, which is where I learned everything I supposedly know, but then she moved back in with her parents again. I guess she had run away or something." "What about the third girl?" "I slept with this girl from another city when our math club went on a trip for some inter-city competition. She was nerdy and smart, just like me, but it wasn't much fun because she was all technical about it. 'I have now attainted an acceptable degree of self-lubrication, John, and you are obviously sufficiently erect for penetration. Insert your penis into my vaginal orifice and begin thrusting inside it until we share a orgasmic experience.' She was weird." Penny giggled and smacked his arm. "You're so mean. It probably meant a lot to her." "Maybe," he said. "I don't know. She was a few years older than me." She shifted on top of him, and a gooey wash of fluids poured from her with the motion. "Ew," Penny said. "I'm oozing out all over the place. I can feel it leaking out of me." "Yeah, I can feel it on my balls. It's sexy." "You're not the one who has to clean it!" "Say, listen," John said. "You are on the pill or something, right?" "Of course, silly. I wouldn't have even let you in the door if I wasn't." "So, what, you planned for this to happen from the moment I walked in?" "Not really. I was thinking about it, wondering if you would make a move or not, but I can't say that I was planning it. I was planning to say no, if you did make a move, but you got the better of me somehow, with this amazing cock of yours." "But you enjoyed it, right, even though you originally meant to say no?" "What do you think?" she said, bouncing her slick little tunnel up and down on him a couple times. "Seem like I enjoyed it to you?" "Damn that feels nice!" John said, closing his eyes. Penny dropped down and started kissing him all over as she gently massaged his cock with her pussy. John began to harden again inside her and she felt it grow once again to its full size. He began slowly fucking her, with a lustful grin on his face, but she stopped him. "Wait," she said. "I've really gotta clean up. I'm a mess. I'll be right back." John let her get up, and watched her stumble away toward the bathroom with her hand on her crotch to catch any drips that came out of her. She had lost her robe somewhere during the wild fucking and he now saw her completely nude for the first time. He still had his shirt on, but it was soaked with sweat, and he seized the opportunity to shuck it off. She came back minutes later and climbed into bed with him, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I'm ready," she said. John got himself back inside her and gave her another solid fucking. She came twice before he caught up with her, delivering his third orgasm of the day about ten minutes into the fuck. Her legs were up across his chest and his hands were on her hips, pulling her down against him. He'd placed the vibrator across her clit once again as well, trapping it between her tightly closed thighs and she screamed as she came, almost kicking him off of her as her body jerked through its ecstasy. He hung on though and was soon spraying out a third load onto her cervix with a delighted cry. They rested up a bit, cuddling affectionately and then did it again. They were lovers, on a beautiful afternoon, simply enjoying each other purely for the sake of it, simply fucking over and over again because they could. Finally after an hour's worth of exhausting sex, they took a break. "Had enough?" she said, slowly pushing him away, dragging his cock out of her tenderized little pussy. He pulled himself out and saw a great gush of come and pussy juices follow him, spilling out of her gaping little hole and pouring down the crack of her ass. "I've had enough," he said, "for now." "Sure went nuts, didn't we?" She counted on her fingers. "Five times?" "Plus a blowjob," John added. "Yeah," she said. "I forgot about that." "It was awesome! My first, actually." "Really? I'm glad you liked it. I've done that so many times I can't even count them all. My ex made me. He used to call me his 'pretty little cum-catcher'. I actually enjoyed doing it. I still do, at the risk of sounding like a total slut." "There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex, just for the sake of it." "I'm glad you think so, because I really do... enjoy sex... a lot." "Listen," John said. "I've got to ask you. You weren't really planning to resist my advances, were you? I mean from the moment I got here, you kept on flashing me, and then when we got up to your room and found this vibrator you really gave me a show. Can you honestly say, you didn't want this to happen all along, deep down inside?" Penny was quiet for a moment, then she smiled. "Oh no. He's on to me." John chuckled. "Seriously," she said. "It's hard to explain. I mean, it's tough being a girl. You have all these impulses and urges, just like boys do, but you're not allowed to explore them, or you'll be called a slut. I used to fuck Deacon like there was no tomorrow and I loved it - I loved being sexual, you know, being sexy with a boy, giving pleasure, getting pleasure, being adored and cherished, being ravished even. But then he goes and turns into this five-star jerk and starts trying to pimp me out to his friends. Suddenly all I am is a sex object to him. I broke up with him after weeks of being treated like a whore, and we moved away a while later. Deacon and his friends were harassing mom and me. The cops wouldn't do anything about it, calling it harmless pranks and shit, so we just moved." "What do you mean he 'treated like a whore'?" John said. "Well he used to try and pull my clothes off and fuck me in front of his friends. He wanted to show off or something, I guess, but I wouldn't do it, so he started calling me trashy names and shit. He tried to rape me once too, and after that it was over. He tried to get me back for a couple weeks, but then he just gave up and turned my life into hell instead. I guess this is why I decided to talk to you in the stairwell earlier. I knew exactly how you felt." John looked at her with new affection. They were connected a little deeper all of the sudden. "Well, minus the beatings, I guess," she added. "Deacon never beat me up. He tried to rape me and treated me like a whore in front of the whole school, but at least he never actually beat up on me." "Sounds like a prize-winning boyfriend to me." "Well he was a jerk, but for some reason all that shit never turned me off of sex. I was actually as horny as hell all the way through it. I'd gotten spoiled by a steady supply of sex from him, but once that steady supply dried up, I felt like I was going nuts. I even thought about getting together with him a few times, just for the sex, but I was actually totally repulsed by him. That's about when I got a hold of this vibrator. I swiped it from a woman I used to baby sit for, just before we moved, and I've been using it pretty much constantly for the past week. Then you came along." "Right when you were a seething cauldron of bubbling lust. Lucky me." "I can't promise a repeat of this event though," she said. "As wonderful as it was, I can't say I'll make a habit of it." "Why not?" "Because I don't know how I'll feel about this tomorrow morning. I might regret it. You might too." "I seriously doubt that." "Sure, you say that now..." "And I'll say it tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and so on." "We'll see," she said. Her tone was cynical, almost sad, and he wanted to comfort her. "I have an idea," he said. "What's that?" "Why don't you be my girlfriend, and I'll prove it to you that way? I'll prove that I'm not about dropping and ditching." Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. "Really?" she said. "For real?" "You want to? I really like you, Penny." "I like you too, but I'm not sure this isn't just the sex talking, you know? I shouldn't have done anything with you, but I couldn't help it. I was so damn horny from the stress of this past month that I just let you have your way. Now I don't even know if you'll even talk to me anymore after all this - now that you've gotten what you wanted from me." "I'm not like that, Penny." "I hope not, because I really do like you too." "So be my girlfriend then?" She looked away at the wall and thought about it for a moment. He waited with bated breath for her reply. "Okay," she said. "Awesome!" he said, and kissed her happily. She wrapped her arms around him and they held each other, completely nude, just listening to each other's breathing, thinking their own thoughts. "Just promise me one thing," John said. "What's that?" "Promise me you won't be just using me for sex, you horny little slut. I actually want to take you places and do stuff with you outside the bedroom." Penny giggled. He drew her in for another long sensuous kiss, and they suddenly felt more like a real couple. "I promise," she said, "... starting tomorrow." She climbed on top of him, stroked his cock back into fuck-strength with her drooling little pussy, and then she was wrapped around him, to the very bottom once again. "One more question," John said. "When you were masturbating earlier..." "Yes, John, I was thinking about you. Satisfied?" "Totally," he said, grinning broadly. "Feel free to use me like that any time you need to." "I will," she replied, "and the same goes for you, though I don't think we'll need to masturbate much anymore. I assume we'll have the real thing, any time we want it." "And such a nice thing it is too." "Damn right!" she said, feeling him stuffed up inside her perfect little vaginal sheath. Then they were submerged once again into the delicious pleasures of fucking. Afternoon faded into evening, and they showered together, got dressed again, and were snuggled on the couch together when Penny's mom came home. She introduced him as her new boyfriend. "You sure work fast, don't you, Penny my dear?" her mom said. The look on her face suggested she was well-aware they'd spent the afternoon fucking each other's brains out. They had that certain glow about them, and a general demeanour of lazy exhaustion. They fed him supper and sent him home with a contented smile on his face above an aching, well-used cock. "Penny Anna-Marie Bailey," he said. "My first girlfriend." He decided that starting tomorrow he would begin standing up to Deke Moffat, even if it landed him the hospital. Perhaps all he needed was to earn Deke's respect, as Penny had said. He decided he would do it. He would be a man. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-01-31 Last Modified: 2005-02-01 / 11:24:43 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------