A teenager gone wild at the family cottage, alone and free to seduce men
and women without worrying about her reputation.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Uhm, hi," he said, his eyes flicking up and down her body, then
flicking at the trees.
"Fraid someone'll see you here?" she grinned.
"I uh, told my wife I was going for a walk."
"Want to see the place?" she asked, going up the stairs.
He followed quickly, still looking around.
"I saw it before," he said. "I mean, when Reichman owned it."
"It's pretty nice, huh?" she said, sliding the door closed behind him."
"Yeah, nice to be rich," he said, looking around.
"It's mostly the same furniture down here, except for that table
over there." she said, pointing.
She trotted up the stairs and he watched her retreating bottom for
a second, turned and looked over his shoulder, then trotted up after her.
Jack knew he was being crazy. His original intent was to tell her
that last night was just one of those things, let her know it would
never happen again, and make sure she didn't have any intention of
telling anyone about it.
But the sight of her hot little body in that tiny black bikini had
driven all those thoughts to the back of his mind. Now his mind was
occupied by those firm, high breasts and those gorgeous legs and that
tight ass.
Jack followed the teenager up to the second floor, then down the
hall to the master bedroom. She faced him, standing beside a large
double mirror.
"So, Mr Rawlins, or I guess I should call you Jack, huh. What did
you come to see me about? You wanted me to babysit for you?"
"Uh, I...no. I mean...I wasn't..."
"Well I don't know what else it could be," she said coyly. "Surely
you didn't come here to fuck me."
She moved over to the bed and stood next to one of the bottom posts
as she grinned up at him coyly.
"I remember someone telling me that I had to be careful here all
alone, that maybe some nasty man would want to come and rape me. You
haven't come to rape me, have you, Jack?"
"Ra... no," he gulped.
"I've never been raped," she sighed.
"I think you have to say no before you can get raped," he said.
"Oh, is that how it works?" she grinned. "Silly me."
He moved towards her and she suddenly dove onto the bed, rolled
across it and came off the other side. She stood there with the bed
between them, grinning cockily at him.
"Show me your cock, Jack," she grinned.
"You little slut," he growled.
"Show me."
He undid his pants, shoving them down and stepping out of them. his
cock stuck out hard and thick.
"C'mere," he growled.
"I haven't said yes yet," she chided. "Unless I say yes it's rape.
Remember?"
She reached behind her and undid her top, freeing her breasts and
tossing it on the nearest dresser. She pushed her panties down and off
and stepped out of them naked, her hand sliding onto the round
decorative ball on the top of the post. She glanced down at it for a
moment, then looked up at him, her eyes shining.
"It gets lonely here sometimes, Jack," she said. "Do you know what
I do when I get all horny and lonely?"
"No," he said, his body quivering with excitement.
"I masturbate Do you ever masturbate, Jack?"
"Not often," he said.
"Yeah, you're married, right. Am I a better fuck than your wife, Jack."
"Don't talk about her," he glared.
"Let's talk about masturbating then," she grinned.
"Let's talk about my sticking my cock up your tight little pussy,"
he said, moving around the bed and grabbing at her.
She dove onto the bed, rolled over and came off the other side,
keeping it between them still.
"Remember, Jack, if I don't say yes it's rape."
"Come on, kid. Let's do it," he growled.
"Just you wait," she glowered.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Tell me about you jerking off."
"What's to tell?"
"What do you think about when you jerk off?"
"Lots of things."
"You ever think about fucking a hot, slutty girl like me?"
"Yeah."
"How do you jerk off? Do you just... pump your cock?"
He stared at her, not answering.
"I've given guys hand jobs before, see. So I know how to jerk them
off."
"I'd rather fuck your cunt," he growled.
"Do you know how I masturbate? I do it lots of different ways.
Sometimes I just rub my clitty with my fingers..."
She slid her hand down to her pussy slit and stroked her fingers
against her clitoris as he watched.
"Sometimes I do it on my back, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes
in the shower standing up."
She continued to rub her pussy as she talked, and he stared at her
fingers and pussy.
"I used that banana to fuck myself with yesterday," she said.
"Remember the banana? I sat out there on the deck... naked... with my
legs up and apart... and fucked my cunt with the banana until I came."
"Fuuuuuck," he groaned.
"I use all kinds of stuff in my pussy," she said. "Once I used a
pickle. Once I used the handle of my hairbrush. Once I fucked myself
with a coke bottle. Know what I used the other day?"
He shook his head silently, staring at her crotch.
Misty stared back, fighting to seem casual, to not blush, to not
reveal how desperately aroused she was. She raised her right leg and put
her foot on the edge of the mattress, then pushed herself closer to the
bedpost. She rubbed her pussy against the post as Jack stared, his cock
sticking up straight and hard.
She pulled herself up higher and pressed her dripping pussy against
the round ball at the top of the post, rubbing it against the wood as he
groaned and panted heavily.
She eased down, then up, then down again, working her pussy
downwards over the now slippery wood. She groaned and shuddered as her
sex lips stretched and strained, and her heart pounded as the blood
raced through her veins.
She watched him watch her, watched the excitement, the heat in his
eyes and on his face. She groaned as the ball slid up inside her, and
shuddered as she sank down onto the post. The ball pushed deep into her
belly and she slid her foot off the bed, standing locked against it,
legs and back straight as she closed her eyes and groaned weakly.
"Fuck!" he moaned. "Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Ooohhhhh," she moaned.
She gripped the post below her pussy, her head rolling back as she
shivered in erotic heat. Then she gasped as he wrapped his arms around
her and cupped her breasts in a grip tighter and harder than Sean had.
He chewed roughly at her throat as she held still atop the post.
"You fucking little whore," he gasped, one of his hands sliding
down between her legs and feeling the post protruding from her straining
pussy lips.
"Yessss," she groaned. "I'm a whore. I'm a slut!"
His hard cock was pressing up between the cheeks of her ass. He
rubbed it up and down against he soft buttocks, then moved out from
behind her and got onto the bed. He stood on the mattress and pressed
his cock against her mouth.
"Suck my cock," he growled, his hands sliding behind her head.
She leaned forward and slipped her lips around his rigid tool,
sucking hard, sliding her tongue against the underside of the head, then
bobbing her lips on it as he cursed and gasped in pleasure. He squeezed
her head then, holding it in his hands as he fucked his cock into her mouth.
He fucked so hard and fast he was gagging her. She didn't try to
resist, both her hands gripping the post below her pussy as she choked
and gurgled against him.
Then he pulled off and jumped down. Again he pressed himself into
her from behind. He held his spit-wet cock and rubbed the tip against
her anus as she gasped and went stiff. She felt a shock at the idea,
then a fiery burst of heat.
His cock forced her wrinkled little hole open as she groaned and
whimpered in pain. She gasped and panted and groaned as she was shifted
on the thick post. Every movement strained her pussy tunnel as it
squeezed down around the wooden cock.
She felt even more bloated out as his cock pushed deeper into her
belly, deeper into her gut. She was panting and puffing and moaning as
his cock drove deeper. She felt cramps and aches in her belly as it
drove higher.
Then she came, trembling and shaking and crying out in pleasure as
her pussy spasmed and shook and burned with fiery pleasure. Her rectum
squeezed down on his cock and he cursed and shoved deeper, harder. She
felt doubly impaled, her entire belly packed and ready to burst as she
quivered and shook and drooled in mindless bliss.
He was cursing and moaning behind her, his hands stroking her
belly, squeezing her breasts, and feeling her tight sex lips wrapped
around the post. He fed her his entire cock, jamming it up her bottom to
the hilt while she squirmed against him. He could feel the hardness of
the wood up in her gut, and it excited him beyond belief.
He clenched his jaw to keep from cuming right then and there,
fighting manfully to hold off as the little tramp shook and wriggled in
his arms.
Then she settled down with a groan. He began to suck and chew and
lick the nape of her neck as his hands stroked her young flesh. His hips
continued to press in against her small, round buttocks, his balls
jammed up against her buttocks.
He started grinding against her, moving his hips in a slow,
circular motion. He pulled back a bit, and then sheathed himself again,
pulled back and thrust forward, his movements far less than he would
have liked as he worked her anus open.
She twisted her head around and he mashed his lips against hers as
he squeezed her breast and cupped her pussy. He rubbed his fingers up
and down her slit and began to fuck her with slow, shallow motions, his
cock sliding back and forth through her tight anal opening as she
groaned and whined in heat.
Then he felt himself boiling over and couldn't stop it. He started
fucking hard, ploughing the slut's ass, ripping his cock back and forth
as he gasped and moaned and exploded in pleasure. He ignored everything
but his own pleasure as he fucked her hard, ramming his tool up her
tight ass.
His mind was gripped by feverish lust as he pistoned his cock up
her anus, and he cursed and bit down on her shoulder as he poured his
juice into her bowels.
Then he calmed down, trembling still as he continued to fuck. His
cock remained hard, for he was just too excited, too aroused to soften.
Her rectum sucked down on his cock and he moaned in delight as he
gripped her hair, twisted her head around, and clamped his lips onto
hers again.
He slowed his fucking, but lengthened his strokes, his cock sawing
steadily now in her rectum as he reamed her out. His hands cupped her
breasts as he gnawed on her lips and cheeks. Then his right hand slid
down between her legs and he started to rub his fingers against her clit.
He rubbed fast and hard, and within seconds she was wriggling and
writhing against him as she came again. She cursed and cried out, then
screamed in pleasure and bliss as she thrashed and shook and whined
through the massive orgasmic storm that gripped her nervous system.
Her anus sucked even harder on his throbbing shaft and he cursed
her as he fucked himself into her. Her legs had remained tightly closed
the whole time, partially blocking his thrusts. His hands suddenly both
went down her belly to her thighs, ripping them open so he could ram
himself deeper.
She screamed, and he abruptly realized that she was now utterly
impaled on the wooden knob. He felt a blast of shock, then alarm, then
fantastic excitement. His hands clamped down on her thighs, taking some
of her weight as he began to hammer his cock up her rectum.
But with her pressed so tightly against him he couldn't really get
a long stroke going. He let her go, and again she screamed. His arms
slid up her belly and cupped her breasts as he humped into her, and she
thrashed and gasped and gurgled and groaned in pain and pleasure as her
guts mashed down on the wooden post.
She came again, howling madly as her insides twisted apart. as her
mind was blasted by powerful sexual ecstasy, her system flooded by
sexual heat that made her muscles spasm and her mind float. She screamed
louder, her head jerking spastically as he rammed his cock up her with
violent desire.
He came, pouring more come up into her rectum, filing her with his
white seed as his hands moved down to her thighs and ripped her upwards
off the round ball, off the post, tearing her free to fall forward onto
the bed beneath him. He gasped and moaned, grinding his pelvis into her
sweating buttocks, twisting his already softening cock around in her
belly as he chewed on the nape of her neck.
Then he eased back, panting for breath, pushing himself to his
knees behind her, then staggering to his feet. He felt a wave of remorse
and guilt as he stared down at the slender girl, laying there on her
belly, gasping and groaning, legs spread, anus still gaping from his
rough sodomy.
She slowly rolled over and lay there, chest heaving, legs splayed
as she rubbed her belly and groin.
Jack backed up, then seized his pants, jerked them up and hurried
downstairs and outside.
Misty lay there for several minutes then, still groaning, sat up.
She held her belly, which still ached, and got to her feet, shuffling
down to the bathroom. She crawled to the tub and slid tiredly into it,
then reached up above her and turned on the water. She let the tub fill
as she lay there, and she thought about what other lewd things she could
do this summer.
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From the ebook: Girl Gone Wild, by Argus
Argus ebooks have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
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