little tits

copyright ©2009 by A_Satori. All rights reserved.



[Author's note: My thanks to Andrea4328 and ny_girl14 for their editorial help on this story. It is greatly appreciated.]


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* * *After the fake tears were wiped a few times, Lana started in on how she had tried and tried to get jobs, applied everywhere within walking distance and couldn’t get anything, even at the fast food joints. She said that without her allowance it was going to be the summer from hell and what would she do in the fall? She’d never be able to do anything fun, or buy any clothes, or get little things that were really necessary. She’d never see any of her friends if she had no money. More faux tears started dropping from her eyelashes.



I stopped listening. A few minutes later I said was going outside to have a smoke. I had two cigs. When I got back to the visiting room, the crying had stopped. When I sat down at the table. Lana smiled at Barb and said she was going to get a drink of water since she didn’t have any money for a snack.



Barb looked at me with intense eyes. “Give her some money for a soda and a snack.”



My jaw clenched. I guess my eyes were intense too.



“Please, just a couple dollars.”



My gut knotted again, but I pulled my wallet out and gave the little bitch two dollars.



Lana smiled at her mother. “Thanks, Mom.” She gave me a smile too, a smug variation.



As soon as her hot, pouting apple ass swayed away, Barb started in on me.



“Maybe we shouldn’t cut off her allowance. It is hard to get a job. I know. I’ve been through it all my life. I…”



The “we” really got me angry. I cut her off. “Barb, she’s playing you, and you goddamn well know it. She’s lying about everything. You know what really scares the hell out’a me?”



Her eyes teared a little. She knew I was telling the truth but she didn’t want to believe me nor admit it. “What?”



“What if she walked in here, and told you I had a woman over, I was fucking some other woman, or… or even worse, what if she came in today and said I had assaulted her, raped her? She’s your kid, not mine. You can believe her fucking bullshit all you want but I’m not going to fall for it. I’m being goddamn nice to your kid, I always have been, and all I get from her and all you get from her is that shit attitude. I’m not giving her an allowance this summer. I’m not doing that. I’ve told her and I’ll tell you again, I’ll pay for her food, the roof over her head, and I’m even going to pay for that community college in the fall. Without me, she’d be on her own right now. And what I said a moment ago? I do get scared she’ll make up some damn bullshit about me, call the cops, tell you, whatever. I don’t trust her.”



“She wouldn’t do that.”



“Why not? She just lied through her teeth about last Sunday. I told her plainly you were going to call, that it would break your heart if she wasn’t there to take the call. She was just an inconsiderate, self-absorbed, self-centered little bitch about it. I was going to take her out to dinner, a nice place, she told me to go to hell about that too. That was fine, but when she said screw your call, that really pissed me off.”



“She… she’s had a rough life. I… I haven’t been… a… very good mother.” Barb started crying. Her voice became high pitched and squeaky, “I made… m-made so many mistakes with her. So… s-so many other mistakes too.”



“Yeah, and here I am dealing with one of your huge mistakes, you being in prison, but I’m not going to deal with eighteen years of your mistakes with Lana.”



Barb’s crying turned into sobbing and I instantly felt like a total asshole. I hated it when I lost my temper, sometimes it just happened, I wouldn’t even be aware it was boiling up. It just exploded and took possession of me. She bowed her head. She looked so much older and so damn pathetic at that moment. Her hands went up to her face, her palms covering it as she shook with more sobs. I reached for her arm. As soon as my fingertips made contact with her skin, she quickly turned to the side.



She squeaked, “Don’t… touch me.” She released a couple more loud sobs.



I had just been cruel to her. I knew she thought, and to a degree I also thought, that she was in prison because I had been so wasted that night. I knew with a couple less shots in me, and a couple more in her that night, I might be sitting in her chair and she in mine. I seriously doubted she’d be visiting me at this point though. I reached for her again, stroked her arm. She didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry, Barb. I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t think that.”



“Yes, you do.”



“I shouldn’t have said it if I do or not. Both of us have made big mistakes in our lives. At least you’re getting dry in here. I’m trying but… hell, I’m off the wagon again. On-off, on-off. Listen, things will work out. Don’t worry about it. Really, please don’t worry.”



“Are…” She wiped her eyes and nose with a paper napkin. “Are you going to give her an allowance?”



My jaw tightened for a moment. “No. I’m sorry if that bothers you, but no, I’m not. Barb, I’m broke, we’re broke. When I was a kid, from the time I was fifteen, I always had a summer job, right through college. She hasn’t applied for any jobs. I’m not giving her money to blow. If she doesn’t want to work at least part-time for spending money, she can just stay at home and watch TV or surf the internet. I don’t tell her not to have her friends over. She can do that.”



“She’s ashamed of the house.”



“Hell… it’s better place than my parents’ house.”



I didn’t want to breech that subject. I was thinking of getting a smaller place, maybe an apartment. The house wasn’t the greatest nor the worst in a fairly shitty part of town, but I thought the rent was high for what we got for it. The problem was we had just signed a new three year lease a couple months before the accident. I knew I’d probably lose the security deposit if we moved. Plus I really didn’t feel like apartment hunting.



I exhaled. “Look… when she starts community college in the fall, I’ll… you and I will talk about the allowance thing again, but if you mention one word about it to her, I won’t ever give her an allowance, and I’m not saying I will in the fall, just that you and I will talk about it again.”



She blinked a few times. “Are you sure you won’t at least give her…”



I interrupted quickly, “Barb, I’m not giving her spending money. I told her months ago she’d not be getting an allowance after she graduated, and she’d need a job this summer. I told you months ago the same things. In fact it was last fall we talked to her about getting a job.”



Barb blew her nose. “All right.” She took another napkin and wiped her eyes. “She didn’t say, did she like the sun dress? Was I right about the size?”



I didn’t want to tell her. Barb had told me to put a gift receipt in the box in case it didn’t fit. I thought it was an incredibly stupid gift. I had never seen Lana wear anything close to it, but Barb said that she’d be graduated and would hopefully change her style, start acting more like an adult. I knew that was a wishful prison fantasy. I had given it to Lana on Monday evening. She had ripped open the envelope not to read the card but to see if there was any cash in it, then ripped open the gift wrapped box, frowned, and then in a snotty tone asked me if I had kept the receipt.



I told her it was in the box under the tissue paper. She tossed the dress on the couch, and got the receipt. She said it didn’t say how much it cost on it. I told her it was a gift receipt. She asked how much she’d get when she returned it. I just told her she’d have to wait to find out. I was really angry about it all. She glared at me, grabbed the dress, then the box and went to her room. The wrapping paper was still in the living room, on the floor.



On my way home from the graduation ceremony, I had decided not to give Lana the three gift wrapped novels I had gotten her. Barb had been right, Lana would have thought they were a ridiculous gift. They were still sitting on the shelf in the bedroom closet.



“I guess it didn’t fit. She said she was going to returned it.”



“Did they have her correct size, or did she get something else?”



“I don’t know. I guess you could ask her.”



Lana walked up. She had a bag of tortilla chips and a soda She sat down. She didn’t offer any chips to her mother or me. “So… did you two have some time to talk?”



Barb sighed. “You… you should try harder to find some summer job, honey. Maybe…”



Lana broke in, “I told you, no place is hiring!”



An expression of defeat, maybe despair washed across Barb’s face and for a few moments she looked ten years older again.



Barb’s voice was soft, “Just keep trying, honey.”



“I can’t. I don’t have a car. I can’t get around town to even apply for jobs.”



I spoke, “There’s the county bus line. One stops six blocks from the house that goes to the big mall. I’ll buy you a ten pack of tokens.”



“I don’t wanna ride the bus. Only dweebs and old people ride that bus.”



Barb continued the soft toned voice, “Honey, you should take the tokens. We’re… trying to be helpful.”



Lana’s jaw clenched as she glared at her mother. Her mouth opened and then she rethought whatever she was about to say. She slumped lower in the plastic chair, her arms folded over her chest as she looked towards the barred and cyclone fence covered windows of the cafeteria.



When the visitation period was over, and Barb hugged her daughter, Lana’s body was limp in the hug. She just said “Bye” to her mother without even looking at her. I kissed Barb who was on the verge of tears again. I hugged her and told her not to worry, things would work out.



Of course I didn’t believe that. During the last part of the visit I was again silently cursing myself for ever signing the damn guardian papers. I figured I’d probably be paying for a divorce lawyer soon. Maybe not. That would take a some initiative, energy, some actual caring, and I used all my energy and any “giving a damn” I could muster to keep my job, in other words, to stay sober on my job. I was going with the flow, or maybe I really didn’t want a divorce. Sometimes Barb and I did have a good time together. Sometimes even when we had been sober. And, although no one could tell with her in the prison jumpsuit, she had a very hot bod. Maybe I’d just think about it.



Near the half way point of the drive back, I was hungry, with a taste for greasy spoon food. I remembered a truckstop, about fifty minutes from the house, somewhat seedy but right off the interstate, easy off, easy on. I didn’t want to stop for fast food which Lana might have enjoyed. I had gone there a handful of times a couple years ago when I was working on a job out this way, mostly for breakfast, but for dinner twice when we worked overtime. It was about twenty miles ahead.



I took a slow breath. “You hungry?” I glanced her slender legs. My balls were turning blue again. Lana waited almost a minute to reply.



“Yeah, but I don’t have any money.”



I actually smiled, well, a half smile. “Don’t worry. My treat.”



She didn’t say anything more and neither did I until I turned into the semi-trailer crowded parking lot.



Her face scrinched up. “We’re stopping here? Why not like a Burger King or something? Didn’t you see that one just down the road?”



“Home cooking here.” I smiled again. Sometimes I just had a craving for greasy spoon food. Breakfasts were always the best, but anytime was all right when the urge hit.



I wasn’t able to park very close to the entrance. We got out of my pickup and headed to the doors. A woman, maybe thirty, looking the worse for wear, dressed nearly exactly like Lana, miniskirt and tank top, sans the shitkickers, was smoking a cigarette standing at the corner of the building out of sight from the windows. As we made our way to the doors, she looked at Lana for a few moments, then at me.



She smiled. “Hey, honey, how are you today?”



I nodded and smiled. “Fine. You havin’ a good day?”



“Could be better.” Her smile stayed in place as her eyes somewhat glared at Lana.



“Well, hope you have a better one.”



As we approached the doors, Lana asked, “Do you know that woman?”



I grinned. “No, never saw her before.”



Lana noticed the sign in the window–


WAITRESSES WANTED



FREE ROOM/BOARD INCLUDED”What’s a half and half?”



I ate some of the coleslaw. I swallowed. “Half suck, half fuck.” I figured it was all right to speak frankly. I was sure she had heard all the words and probably performed the acts too.



“Oh.” She stared at the trucker area for a minute. “That guy thought I was one.”



I chuckled. It sounded more like she was speaking to herself, but I responded anyway. “Well… you’re a hot lookin’ chick when you don’t slather on the makeup, and you’re wearing the uniform.” I instantly regretted the ‘hot looking chick’ comment. I quickly shoved another piece of chicken into my mouth.



She turned her face towards me. Her eyes seemed a little wider than usual. Her teeth clamped her lower lip for a few seconds. “You think I’m hot? I… I thought you thought I was ugly.”



“I never said you were ugly.” I ate a few fries.



I relaxed a little when her eyes went back to normal and she added ketchup to her burger then took a bite. A couple minutes of silence ensued. She broke it again.



“So… like you’re sure it’s fifty dollars for a… a… half ‘n’ half?”



“I’m guessing.” I then made another verbal mistake. “Want me to ask?”



She stared at me for a few moments. “Yeah, ask.”



“I was kidding.” When I blurted it, I hadn’t been.



“Ask… c’mon. I… I’m just curious.”



I had to admit to myself that I was now curious too. I had been before when I used to come to the joint. “Maybe I will on the way out.”



She frowned at me, then took another bite of her burger. We finished eating fifteen minutes later. Lana only ate half her burger, a few of the limp greasy fries, and didn’t touch the paper cup of coleslaw. I ate some of her fries and a forkful of the coleslaw. I left an adequate tip, picked up the check and said, “Ready?”



“Yeah.”



At the cash register, we had to wait for someone to come over. I pulled out my wallet and got the money ready.



Lana stepped closer and whispered, “Ask, c’mon, ask.”



I let out a huff of air in lieu of a laugh.



“C’mon, just ask. I’m… I’m just curious.”



I was too again. Our waitress finally came up to the register.



“Was everything okay?”



“Yeah, it was fine.” I started to hand her the cash, then stopped. I took out two more singles. “I left a tip on the table, but maybe it was a little light.” I added the couple bucks to what was in my hand. “I was… thinking of having a party, is there anyone who works here I… I could invite?”



The woman glanced at Lana, then at me, then at Lana again, before she looked at the trucker only area.



“Not right now, but… maybe in a few minutes.” She looked at Lana once more then glared at me.



“Ahh… on second thought, I don’t think I’m going to throw the party.” I handed her the cash. “Keep the change. Have a good one.”



“Yeah, you too, hon.” Her eyes went to Lana one last time.



I held the door for Lana again just to get another gawk at her ass. We stepped outside.



There was an edge to her voice. “Why didn’t you ask?”



“There wasn’t anyone to ask.”



“Wouldn’t she know?”



“Maybe, but I don’t think she’s involved in that part of the business.”



“You should have asked her.”



My jaw clenched again. I saw the earlier woman still at the corner of the building.



As we approached she said, “Hi again, honey.” The woman glanced at Lana.



I thought she might have been good looking at one time. “Havin’ a better day?”



“Not yet. Are you… are you lookin’ to have a better day?”



I slowed. “What did’ja have in mind.”



She glanced at Lana again. I thought the woman’s eyes looked dead like the hooker’s in the hallway.



She flicked her hair. “Are you a cop?”



“No. I was wondering the same about you. Are you a police officer?”



She smiled. “No, I’m not a cop, honey, just a girl looking for some fun. You wanna have some fun?”



“How much does fun cost nowadays?”



“For the three of us?”



I grinned wondering what expression was popping onto Lana’s face. “No, just you and me.”



“For sixty you can have my company for an hour, and we can have any kind of fun you want. But… you have to wear a condom. Just so you know that.”



“Anything?” I doubted I’d have to wear a rubber, but I damn well would if I was going to fuck her. I wasn’t a total idiot. Something had to be wrong. Sixty seemed way too low for ‘anything.’ She had to be totally broke and in some sort of jam.



“Uh-huh.”



I decided to push it. “I’m… well, I’m out’a work right now, can you manage a discount, how ’bout… forty?”



Her jaw tightened for a moment, then the fake smile came back. “For you, honey, yeah… sure.”



“I have to get the girl home. You gonna be around later?”



She frowned. “Yeah.”



I felt bad about what in essence was teasing her, and I guess I was still feeling bad about being mean to Barb. Out of guilt or pity, I’m not sure which, I pulled out my wallet. I was getting short of cash, but drew out a fiver and gave it to her. “Take a break, have a cup of coffee.” She had to have hit the skids, maybe a druggie with a jones on right now. Forty bucks seemed incredibly cheap for an hour of ‘anything.’ I didn’t see any tracks on her arms, but she might be shooting between her toes or god knew where. Maybe a crackhead. Her skin didn’t look that bad so I didn’t think she was using crank. Maybe she was just waiting for a trucker to trade for travel to get anywhere else in a hurry. Maybe escaping from her pimp?



The five bucks neutralized her frown but didn’t make her smile. She took the bill. “Thanks, honey.”



“Take care.”



“Yeah, you too.”



We walked to the truck. I opened my door first this time, got in, leaned to the passenger door and unlocked it. Lana climbed in and I started the engine. I headed for the interstate ramp.



As we got on the highway Lana spoke, “So… so she charges sixty dollars for a… a half and half.”



“No, she charges forty bucks for an hour of anything a guy wants to do.”



“You mean like… like anal too.”



I guess I wasn’t surprised that she knew about anal. I figured all teenagers nowadays knew about anal. The internet had everything on it. “Yeah, maybe more than that.”



“Like… what else is there?”



“B and D, spanking, all sorts of stuff.” I didn’t really think it included any of that. The chick had meant suck, fuck, and butt.



Lana looked out the door window for five minutes, then she took off her boots and stuck her feet on the dash, her usual pose. I just had to look whenever I had a chance to get a furtive peek. I had a hard-on in the booth in the restaurant, imagining fucking her if she was a prosti. My cock was fully erect again, thinking about doing her ass now, slow at first, then rougher when she got used to it. Barb loved it pretty hard after her asshole got accustomed to my girth. I also had a taste for her little bitch’s cunt, for both my tongue and my prick. We barely said a word the rest of the drive to the house.


* * *I already had a couple beers and I needed something stronger to get through the evening, hopefully it’d make me doze off. That had been the plan, get loaded, swear to and at myself about the shitty day, especially the argument with Jim, get sleepy and fall asleep on the couch. Her staying home was fucking that up which made my day even worse. I finished the beer I had, rose from the couch and started towards the kitchen.



“Where ya going?” Lana asked.



I stopped and turned around. She had rolled onto her side, her legs shifted, one partially folded, her forearm and hand holding her head up. The pose accentuated every curve of her slender body. “Kitchen. Why?”



“Are you getting something to drink?”



I exhaled. “Yeah.” She was blatantly prick teasing me, not only with her pose but she kept glancing at my bulge. I watched her eyes go there again and the tip of her tongue slowly travel on her upper lip from one corner of her mouth to the other, then back again. She had obviously seen too many lousy movies. Her eyes met mine once more.



“Since like I’m jus’ gonna stay here tonight, I was wondering if like I could like have a beer too, jus’ one.”



“I’m not getting a beer.”



“What are you getting?”



“Bourbon rocks.”



“Could I have one of those?”



My brain told me to tell her no, my dick said what the hell, give the little bitch a drink maybe she’d put on a better ‘floor show’ tonight. Bad days always put me in a ‘don’t give a damn mode.’



Her left eyebrow rose on her forehead and her mouth curved in a half smile. “It’ll be our little secret.”



My cock lurched all by itself at the mention of a secret. “Jus’… jus’ one… with water.”



“Mmmm… okay.” Her mouth formed a full but light smile. “Want me to help?”



“Yeah… sure.” I don’t know why I said that.



As she moved to stand, her shirt came up and I got a shot of the white cotton covering her snatch. It had to be a thong because I hadn’t notice any panty lines under her thin tank shirt covering her hot bottom.



When we got to the kitchen she really didn’t help, just waited, leaning forward against the counter while I put ice in the glasses, then she moved next to me, pressing her little, skinny body right up against mine as I poured the whiskey in my glass first. When I moved the bottle over to her glass, her arm went around my back, she turned slightly into me pushing one of her little tits into my arm, and for some reason I froze for a couple moments before I started pouring. It felt like my cock was about to explode from the extra blood pumping into it. As the amber liquid start flowing into her glass, her hand moved off my waist and she pushed my elbow up, making me pour more into her glass and spill some on the counter. I quickly lowered the bottle. “Goddammit! You made me spill it!”



Lana, giggling, grabbed her now substantial drink and said, “I’ll put the water in.”



It pissed me off that she made me waste at least a shot of booze, but my mind hadn’t been on what I was doing anyway. I added a bit more to my glass and screwed the top back on the bottle. I stiffened for a moment when she passed behind me and her hand dragged along my lower back near my ass. I turned to say something to her, but my eyes went to her bubble butt and my brain went blank again except for the vision of my cock pushing between those firm, pronounced buns. I told myself to get a grip. She was just pulling a con job on me, a fucking practical joke. Haha! We’ll get him horny all the time until he gives me my fucking allowance! I wasn’t ever going to give the little bitch a fucking allowance! I didn’t care if my fucking prick did explode from pressure!



“C’mon, wha’s keeping you?!”



I took a gulp from my drink and again told myself to relax. It was just a silly and stupid teenager teasing me. What was the big deal? She was just getting some payback for what she viewed as me being a tyrant, or asshole, or mean son-of-a-bitch. Who cared? And I’d beat off good tonight. I liked her little fuckin’ body. I was getting a little show for free. Of course I wanted the full monty, but what the hell, beggars can’t be choosers. I took another sip and made my way back to the couch.



I sat down. Lana was sitting on the pillow, not fully on it, just her ass and thighs. She was facing the couch. Her slender legs were in a loose pretzel configuration, her feet and calves on the floor. Her tank shirt was stretched across her thighs. I had an unimpeded view of her little white panties covering her twat. She took a drink and I glanced up from her cunt. Her eyes were definitely on the throbbing lump in my lap. I took a drink too. She moved, knee walking over to the end table.



“Mind if I surf and look for a movie or something?”



“Nah… go ahead.” She got the remote, knee walking back to the pillow, stopping at the midpoint to sip her drink, then finishing the trip. She set her glass on the floor and went down on all fours. She moved the pillow a few inches, her ass pouting right at me. She lowered her torso towards the pillow, accentuating her apple ass even more, then slid her legs back and straight, slowly lowering her hips to the floor. Her chest was propped up over the pillow, held up by her elbows. It curved her back and made her ass look even more pronounced. She started slowly channel surfing. My eyes weren’t on the TV. My cock was throbbing, my gut was tensed, my mouth was salivating.



“Oh… that Terminator show is on. I don’t think I saw this one. I guess they’re showing the reruns during summer. Wanna watch it?”



I only vaguely heard her. I was watching the porn vid in my mind, starring me and the little bitch.



Lana twisted onto her side. “Wanna watch this?”



I drew my eyes away from her ass. That smug smile was on her mouth again. “Huh?”



“‘Terminator,’ the TV show. Wanna watch it?”



“Uh… yeah, whatever. Put on whatever you wanna.” I took a good pull from my bourbon rocks.



“‘kay.” She turned and took a long drink from her glass. She set it down and did a little hip grinding to get comfy on the pillow. “You think she’s hot?”



“Huh?” I finally looked at the TV. “What?”



“That Asian-Am… maybe Amer-Asian chick. You think she’s hot?”



“Uh… I don’t know… yeah… yeah, I guess.”



“I don’t think her bod’s all that hot, her legs look too thick to me, but she comes across as really hot. I guess that’s wha’ counts.” She raised her glass again and took another sip.



My eyes went back to her ass. Over the next forty minutes the show got better, some twists, some stretches, some back and forth of her legs. We both were bending our elbows pretty fast too. Her big drink was nearly finished, so was mine.



Lana picked up the remote and lowered the volume to barely audible. She turned onto her side, her top leg folded a little, as before it accentuated every curve she had. I finally looked at her face.



That smug smile was back on her mouth. “I bet you’re jus’ as horny as Barb, maybe more ’cause you’re a guy.”



I knew I wasn’t thinking very clearly, or more accurately, I was doing most of my thinking with my dick. She knew she was driving me nuts. I was getting sick of her freakin’ game. I wasn’t going to admit how damn horny I was! “Go… go an’… an’ put some goddamn clothes on, some… some shorts, or somethin’.” I took another gulp from my glass. It was almost empty.



“You know, I could help you with that.”



“Help me with what?” I was at least partly in the bag and with my dick doing most of my thinking, I couldn’t take my eyes off her hot body. I don’t think I ever wanted to fuck any chick more than I did her at that moment. I had no idea what she was talking about.



She giggled softly. “You know, with being horny. I… I could help you not be horny, you know, like… for a price.”



“Huh?” I wasn’t really sure what she had just said. It couldn’t be what I thought I heard. I forced my eyes to her face. My brow pinched. “Wha’ the hell did’ja jus’ say?”



She maneuvered on the floor so her head was towards me. Her lithe body rose onto all fours. She crawled closer. Her tank shirt drooped. I could see both her little breasts. Her nipples were taut. They looked like light pink raspberries.



“You could pay me to hook up with you.” She looked at my bulging crotch. “I know you’re horny. I know you think I look hot. You said so in tha’ truckstop.”



My brain was reeling. I don’t know why, but I chuckled then said, “Oh… so… I’m gonna pay you for sex, huh?”



She moved closer and got into a kneeling position nearly between my legs. She placed her palms on my thighs close to my knees. “Uh-huh.”



I forced a laugh out again. My mouth was on autopilot, maybe I thought I was playing along, teasing her back. “An’… wha’d'ya charge?”



“A… a hun’erd dollars for a… for an hour of half ‘n’ half.”



Again I chuckled. “Honey, I can get anything from that chick at the truckstop for forty bucks.”



“I’m… I’m better looking than her and… and younger.”



I let out a huff of air. My cock was throbbing. My blue balls were screaming in pain. I’m not sure but there might have been a vague voice in the back of my mind shouting at me to shut up and walk away. If there was, I didn’t understand what it was saying. “She was hot, and… I’m sure she knows her job.”



“I… I’m not a virgin.”



I hadn’t thought she was but it was nice to have confirmation. I was a bit too loaded to note the slight hesitation. She had lost her cherry but that hesitation might have meant she hadn’t repeated the process too often. “I figured.”



“I give good beejays.”



“Beejays?” I knew what she meant I just wanted to hear her say it. My hand moved, then stopped. I had almost squeezed my throbbing cock.



“Oral sex. Don’t play dumb. You know, blowjobs.”



I couldn’t tell if the expression on her face was embarrassment, fear, anger, or possibly pride. Maybe all four? I was tempted to ask her for affidavits proving she gave good head. “You been doin’ this long?”



Lana’s brow pinched. “Huh?”



“Well… a hun’erd bucks is awfully steep for a novice, no matter how many amateur beejays you’ve done. That babe at the truckstop, said anything for forty. Anything meant anal, B ‘n’ D, spanking, all that stuff. You’re gonna hav’ta do better ‘n’ a hun’erd for a halfsies.”



Lana pursed her lips. She turned around then crawled on all fours to her drink. I wasn’t so drunk not to know that she was displaying her fuckin’ hot ass for me, teasing me, showing me the merchandise. She sat down, picked up her glass and finished off the mostly bourbon, bourbon and water. “I… I foun’ out that anything di’n't mean stuff like that. It means… anything with your dick or mouth or hands. Not B&D and S&M. So… so don’ try to fool me ’bout tha’.”



“Who tole you that? Have you tole anyone ’bout this? You offerin’ sex to me?”



Funny, but I didn’t have one thought of Barb, it was as if she didn’t exist. I asked the questions because of another little voice somewhere in the back of my alcohol clouded brain reminding me that it wouldn’t be good if anyone knew. At that moment, I wasn’t sure why that was though.



“No. I’m not an idiot. I… I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’d… I’d be too embarrassed to say I let you fuck me. I… I found out that stuff… on the internet.”



If I had been a little more sober, I wouldn’t have believed her about not telling anyone, about anything she had just said, and where on the internet would you find out what ‘anything’ meant when spoken by a hooker? Maybe chatrooms? But I was pretty loaded and anyway ninety per cent of my thinking was going on between my legs, not between my ears. So, I believed her about it all. “Okay… maybe I was wrong ’bout the bondage thing.” I knew ‘anything’ only meant suck, fuck, and butt. I sipped my drink. I saw her jaw clench.



“Okay… seventy-five for a half ‘n’ half.”



I smiled then chuckled. “I can’t afford that. You gotta do better, baby.” She rose from the carpeting with her glass in hand. “Where you goin’? Negotiations over?” There was a small part of me, a microscopic part of me that was hoping she’d go to her bedroom, slam the door shut, push the lock button on it, and then never speak to me again.



“I’m gonna get another drink.”



“Hey… you didn’t ask. You can’t have anymore booze.” After she passed me I gave my aching cock a squeeze.



“I don’t care what you say. I’m havin’ another.”



I realized I didn’t care what I said anymore either. I took another gulp from my glass. I listened carefully thinking she might call one of her asshole girlfriends to discuss the negotiations. All I heard were the freezer door opening and closing, ice clinking, and a bottle nearly being dropped onto the countertop.



I got up and went to the kitchen too. We passed midway. She was walking and drinking. I didn’t turn my head to check out her ass. I poured a few fingers, added ice, then poured an aditional couple fingers. I went back to the living room. She was sitting on the pillow still facing the couch. She had turned off the TV and had the CD player on low, some chick singer. I sat down and didn’t hide where my eyes were looking– right at her panty covered pussy. I took a hefty drink of my bourbon rocks.



Lana took sips of her drink as she looked from my crotch to my face over the next couple minutes. I just gazed at her body and more or less matched her sip for sip.



“Well?” She said. “A hun’erd for a half ‘n’ half.”



I looked at her face and grinned. “You think I’m drunk?”



“I don’ care if you are.” She took another sip from her glass.



“A few minutes ago, the price was seventy-five.” I saw her brow pinch. I could see she had forgotten.



“‘kay. Seventy-five.”



Somehow my brain worked my mouth for a few moments. “You know what I liked best about that chick at the truckstop?”



Lana frowned. “Wha’?”



“It’s not jus’ that she was cheaper, I knew I could trust her.”



“Oh gawd. You’re not thinking about Barb are you? I’d never tell her, an’… an’ like I said, I’m not gonna tell anyone. I’d be too embarrassed.” She took a swig from her glass. It seemed she stared at the bulge in my crotch while she swallowed. “I thought you guys would be on a break. I mean like wha’ does she ‘spect you to do, not get any for like five years?” She smiled then giggled and looked into my eyes. “Yeah… I thought you guys would be on a break… a prison break.” Lana laughed. “Get it? A prison break?” She laughed again.



My brow pinched. Finally I thought about Barb. What the hell did Barb expect me to do for three to five years? Why should I be forced into celibacy because of her fuckin’ mistake? We sure as hell should be on a break, right? That’s only fair. I didn’t do any criminal act. She did! I’m supporting her fuckin’ kid. What the hell am I getting out of it but grief from both of them! I wasn’t going to become a fuckin’ priest for five fuckin’ years!



I guess I forgot about the possibility of conjugal visits.



“So… you’re gonna keep your mouth shut, huh?”



“I jus’ said I would.” She took another drink. “Seventy-five for half ‘n’ half.”



“I want a triple play, and a cheaper price. I keep thinkin’ ’bout that chick sayin’ forty bucks for an hour of anything.”



“I knew you’d want anal.” She bit her lower lip for a moment, then took a gulp of her drink. “Anything for…. for sixty dollars.”



“That truck stop chick said forty.”



“For me it’s sixty. That’s twenty for each thing.”



I took another swig of my bourbon rocks. “I might need more than an hour. I’m half smashed. It all takes longer when you’re drunk.”



“No it doesn’t.”



“Jeezuz… okay-okay… Fifty for anything for one hour.”



A smug, triumphal smile curved her mouth. “Okay… deal.” She started to take a drink, then pulled the glass away from her mouth. “Wait! You tricked me! I said sixty!”



Even half smashed I smiled at her use of ‘trick.’ “No, you just agreed to fifty. I’ll give ya fifty.”



“No I di’n't!”



“Then… screw it. Give me the remote.” I pretended to drink more bourbon while I held out my hand. I was holding my breath, leaving the glass perched in my mouth.



Lana’s jaw clenched. “Okay… fifty, but it’s only an hour. Not a minute more.”



I lowered my glass but kept it near my mouth. “What if I don’t like it? What if you don’t perform good enough. You gotta get into it, ’cause I know you could just lay there like a sack of flour. If that’s the case, I could save my cash and screw my pillow.” I finished off my drink.



“I… I’ll perform. I won’t jus’ lay there. Fifty for… for all three things an’… an’ tha’s a… a one time only price.”



I lowered my glass and stared at her. It finally hit me that I was going to fuck her for fifty dollars. I blinked. I suddenly didn’t have a single relevant thought in my head.



“So… where d’ ya wanna do it? An’… an’ you should give me the money firss’.” Lana started to stand up. She looked a little wobbly.



I watched her rise and step closer to me. I looked at her legs as my arm moved automatically, my hand went to the back pocket of my jeans. I blinked again. My wallet wasn’t there. I looked at her face. Surprised there wasn’t a smug smile on her mouth. She was either angry or scared. I was too far in the bag and my brain wasn’t working very well so I didn’t bother trying to interpret her expression. “My wallet… my money’s in the bedroom. I’ll get it.”



“I’ll… I’ll make us two more drinks. ‘kay?”



“Uh… yeah, sure.” I gave her my glass, she turned and leaned down to pick up her empty tumbler. I looked at her pouting ass as I stood up. It made me remember my throbbing hard-on. I headed to the bedroom and Lana went to the kitchen.



I turned on the tea lamp on Barb’s dresser, then picked up my wallet from top of the chest of drawers. I looked in it. There was only eighteen dollars. I hadn’t cashed my paycheck. I usually did that on Saturday mornings if I wasn’t too hungover. I glanced at the doorway, then stepped over to the closet and opened the right side bi-fold door. I licked my fingertips, then reached inside, up to the top casing. I had routed out a segment of the casing to be able to hide a business size envelope in it, just a quarter inch of it showed the top. I pushed it up with my moist fingertips and got it out. I had five hundred bucks in it, ten fifties. Emergency money. I took one out, a new crispy one. I closed the envelope and reached up to get it back in the casing slot.



“Wha’re’ya doin’ in the closet?”



I looked at the doorway. Lana was holding one bourbon rocks in her left hand, the glass nearly full of ice and booze, her right hand was holding another that she was drinking, her head titled back a little, her eyes on me. I should have closed the goddamn bedroom door. “Lookin’ for… somethin.’”



She lowered her glass. “Is ‘at my money?”



I closed the closet door. “At the mo’, it’s still my money.”



A frown appeared on her mouth, but only for a second. “You wan’ your drink?”



“Yeah.” We walked towards each other. I took the glass and had a big gulp. I wondered how much was left in the bottle. I went to the bed. I hadn’t made it, I never made it in the mornings. I did it at night if the comforter and sheet were half kicked off the bed. I sat on the edge of the mattress and raised the glass to my mouth again.



Lana bit her lower lip for a moment. “So… we’re… gonna do it in here?”



“Yeah. We’ll… we’ll start in here.” I wasn’t sure why I said that.



Lana giggled softly. “‘kay.” She took a long sip of her drink then walked towards me. She held out her hand. “So gi’ me my money firss.’”

My cock was throbbing, my balls were screaming in pain. I knew I was thinking with my dick. I knew I was going to fuck the hell out of her, but my hand with the bill didn’t move. My brain was trying to tell me something, so was my gut. There was something like nervousness or fear churning inside, but my brain was too wasted to interpret any of it, and my dick was shouting to get the show on the road. Finally a sentence came out of my mouth, “Ya know, no one can know ’bout this. If you ca…”



Lana’s eyes grew large and filled with anger as she interrupted, “I tole you… I’m not gonna tell anyone.” She blinked and the anger drained away. Her teeth clamped her lower lip for a moment. She shook her open hand a few times. “Are ya gonna gi’ me my money or… or not?”



My arm moved by itself. I handed her the fifty. She yanked it from my grasp, then turned and stepped to Barb’s dresser. She took a long drink from her glass, then put the bill on the dresser and used her glass as a paper weight on top of it. She switched off the tea lamp then turned around. “So… so… wha’ d’ ya wan’ me to do firss’?” She blinked a couple times and bit her lower lip yet again.



I raised my glass and took a long drink, my eyes on her. At the moment she looked fourteen, skinny, biting her lower lip, her slender legs looking smooth as satin in the soft, dusky light coming in from around the closed window blinds. I set my glass on the bedside table, then switched on the lamp there. I wanted to see what I was fucking. I threw the top sheet and comforter over the end of the bed.



Her face tensed slightly. “You… you wan’ the light on?”



I looked at her. “Yeah. Come closer.” I saw her hands ball into fists for a moment as her teeth clamped her lower lip once more. Her thumbs and fingers moved as if she was trying to massage her palms. She took a deep breath, her hands loosened and she stepped closer to the bed, standing a couple feet in front of my knees. I looked at her crotch, still covered by the nearly see through men’s thin cotton tank undershirt. I realized she had taken off her panties. I could just make out her dark muff. “Take your shirt off.”



Lana hesitated for a moment, then crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed the thin fabric and raised her shirt up and over her head. She turned and tossed it onto the dresser, then faced me again. Her small breasts looked larger than I imagined, but were still little. Except for the thick muff around her cunt, she looked years younger than eighteen. I felt my cock get stiffer.



I gazed at her cunt. It was one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen. The tops of her labs were already flared, like wings of a little butterfly. My tongue moved in my mouth. Her legs looked smooth, a gap between her thighs, her knees touched, then her calves almost touched, then her ankles touched. Her slender legs looked perfect, her ankles no longer seemed a half size too big. Her feet were little and attractive. I watched her toes curl on her right foot. I looked at her face. Her teeth were clamped on her lower lip yet again. Her pretty eyes were open wider than normal. I wasn’t sure but she looked nervous, maybe even scared.



“So… so wha’ d’ ya wan’ me to do firss’?”



“Jus’… jus’ turn around for me right now, all the way around.” She did a quick 360. I exhaled. “Do it again, slowly.” She did it again, very slowly. I gazed at her ass and her contours. She did look young but had womanly curves. She really did seem to be shifting between fourteen and eighteen right before my eyes. She definitely had a killer ass, and my cock throbbed harder as I thought about shoving it into her hot little asshole. When she finished her turn, I stared at her cunt. I licked my lips.



“So… wha’ d’ ya wanna do firss’?”



“I… I wanna lick your pussy.”



Lana blinked a couple times. “You… you wanna lick me? Lick my pussy?”



I looked at her face as I stood up. I wasn’t sure what her expression was. It seemed both scared and surprised. “Yeah. Sit on the edge of the bed.” I moved to the side and Lana sat down. I stood in front of her, opened my jeans, then pushed them and my briefs down. My aching hard-on sprang out. I raised one foot and shoved the jeans passed it, then did the same with the other leg. I tossed them to the side. I pulled my T shirt up and over my head, adding it to the pile. I saw Lana’s eyes wide again. Her teeth were holding her lower lip once more.



Her voice was nearly a whisper, “Gawd… you’re… you’re big.”



I almost laughed. It was exactly what a whore would probably say! I knew I didn’t have a monster dick. I was average. Maybe a little thicker than average according to a couple chicks in my past, and Barb had said it too. Maybe Lana had only experienced below average size cocks.



I moved closer to her. “Lay back.” As she did I went down to my knees. My hands spread her thighs, then slid under her apple ass. I pulled her towards me so her hips were right at the edge of the mattress. My hands cupped behind her knees and I raised then folded her slender limbs up and back. Her knees were near her shoulders. She raised her head from the sheet and her eyes met mine. She still had that half scared, half excited expression.



I gazed down at her cunt. A moment later, her pink labia opened more, the butterfly morphing into a narrow, elliptical, exotic, little flower. Barb had a pretty cunt too, but her labs were thicker. Lana’s were thin, delicate. I think my mouth actually salivated. I stared at her slit realizing I hadn’t had my mouth on a cunt for eight or nine months. Hell, I hadn’t even seen a pussy in that amount of time. I shuffled back on my knees a bit, then my head descended.



I smeared my face over her little thick muff. I could feel her pink labs, already moist and slippery, licking my skin. Her hair was surprisingly fairly soft. I drew the tip of my tongue up from the bottom of her slit to her temporarily hidden clit. Her flower opened wider. I could feel her pearl firm beneath its thin hood. I flickered my tongue against the nub and pushed the hood back, then rubbed it firmly side to side. It felt large. Barb had a large one too.



“Mmmmhhhh,” Lana moaned softly. “Ohhhhh.” Her hips squirmed slightly.



Even though I was paying for it, I guess I was sticking to my usual fucking plan, maybe it’s more of a theory. Give the chick an orgasm first and then she’d put out better for you after that. To be honest, I get off on chicks cumming first. Not sure why. Maybe it helps me unleash my own needs later. I also really don’t know why exactly but I also like licking pretty cunts. I like it when the chick kisses back with it. It’s wanton, slutty. I like that. Lana tasted good too, clean, fresh.



My tongue slid from her pink pearl and wiggled as deep as I could push it into her channel. Jeezuz… she was incredibly tight, warm, and juicy. As my tongue swirled within her satiny, hugging hollow, her cunt started drooling more, or I salivated more, maybe it was both. I could feel it running onto my chin. Her hips churned harder. She pressed her cunt to my mouth. My tongue automatically became more ardent.



“Mmmhhh… oh… ohhhh gawd,” Lana murmured.



My eyes looked towards her head. She was arching her neck back. Her little tits were



rising and falling with each quick gasp of breath. I pulled my tongue from her gooey hole and frantically rubbed her big clit again.



A whimper emanated from Lana’s throat, “Oh… oh-h-h-h-h-hhh.”



My lips formed an “o” around her pearl. I sucked gently as the tip of my tongue flickered firmly on her taut nub. Through my hands and mouth, I felt her shiver, then she twitched a few times. I kept working her clit for a minute or so, then sucked her thin pink labia into my mouth, rubbed them with tongue, pushed them out, sucked them back in, rubbed them, then push them out. I kept repeating that for another minute.



“Oh… oh… ohgawd.” Lana’s neck arch collapsed. Her trembling head rose. Her mouth was open as she panted her breaths. Her eyes met mine for ten seconds before she couldn’t hold her head up any longer. It flopped back down to the mattress.



“Oh-h-h-h-hhhh,” she whimpered again.



I released her labs, stiffened my tongue and stabbed it into her drooling cunt. My right hand slid down the back of her folded thigh. She was smart enough to wrap her arm around her calve to hold it folded back herself. My hand moved down to her ass. My thumb found her hot little asshole. A stream of her pussy dew and my saliva had it all slippery. I coated my thumb with it as I stroked circles around and over her torrid squinting little hole. She tensed for a moment, but when my tongue went back to rubbing her clit, she relaxed then churned her hips with more abandon, pressing her cunt to my mouth. My thumb started pushing into her ass. She tensed again. I moved my thumb away, as my other hand pushed harder behind her knee, making her hips rise a fraction more. I slid my tongue down from her clit, through her warm, slippery slit, then laved her hot asshole with wet, broad strokes. Her body shook for five or so seconds.



“Oh! Oh gawd!” Lana’s eyes shut tight as her neck and back arched, pushing the top of her head into the mattress. “Urrrrrrrhmmmm,” she moaned.



I kept tonguing her little hole, but slid my thumb back to it too. I worked it with both for a half minute or so, then wiggled and undulated my tongue into her cunt again, as my thick digit kept rubbing and circling her slippery asshole. There was gel lube in the drawer of the night table, but I didn’t want to stop to get the damn tube.



I pulled my tongue out of her and raised my head a little. “Hold both your legs back for me.” I watched her wrap her other arm around her right calve. She pulled both her legs back, farther than I had them. It raised her hips a fraction higher.



I shifted slightly to the side. My tongue concentrated on her big pearl. My newly freed hand pushed between her thigh and chest. I fondled her little tits as my other hand moved again. I wiggled my ring finger into her wet cunt and let more of my saliva drool down between her labs as I pulled it out, coating it more. I moved the tip of that finger to her squinting little hole and pressed gently at the apex of her anus while wiggling the digit. I kept my tongue working her clit, almost as if I was trying to erase it. I moved the tip of my middle finger to her channel and diddled at her opening. Her hips squirmed more intensely. The tip of my wiggling ring finger finally started to work into her hot asshole. I dipped my middle finger into her cunt. She started pushing towards it. I pushed on both fingers. She tensed probably because of the one barely stuck in her ass. I changed tongue strokes on her, slowing them, circling around the nub, sometimes pushing her pearl side to side. I heard her breathing get more ragged.



“Oh… oh gawd… oh… oh… mmmmmhhh.”



Her hips swayed and maybe she relaxed because both my fingers started sliding into her.



“Oh… ye… ye… yessssss….. mmmmmhhh.”



I started to slowly finger fuck her ass and cunt. After a dozen strokes she began trembling.



“Oh-oh-oh… oh gawd.” Her shaking intensified.



I don’t know why, but I really wanted to taste all of her again. I slowly withdrew my fingers, then laved my tongue down through her labs, all over her torrid little hole, then pushed it into her cunt, while both my hands played with her little tits, cupping, stroking, massaging, giving her raspberry shaped nipples little tugs and twists, nothing harsh, sometimes holding the small plaint mounds firmly as my thumbs petted and stroked over her taut berries.



My tongue went crazy, licking through her furry muff, stabbing into her drooling channel, even trying to push into her asshole a few times, but mostly wildly lapping away on her big clit. Her shaking increased, then she started twitching. A few moments later, I felt her hands hold the back of my head.



“Oh-h-h-h-hhh… oh-h-h… oh! Oh! OH! OHGAWD!”



The only way to describe it, was that Lana’s petite, slender body began convulsing. I pulled my mouth back. I didn’t want her to ram her cunt into my teeth. I did smear and stroke my face over her oozing slit and muff though. She was either having one hell of an orgasm or she was fucking faking it like an Oscar winner. It gave me an erotic rush just feeling her twitching and trembling, and seeing her little body out of control.



I waited until her spasms lessened, then licked her slit for another minute. She moaned again and shook harder during those sixty seconds. My hands slid up the backs of her firm, slender thighs to her knee pits again. I stood up. I was breathing heavily too. “Reach down… guide my cock in.” I wasn’t really going to fuck her yet. I wanted to do something that I loved doing after tongue fucking a cunt. Then a bit of sanity spewed out of my mouth without me even thinking it. “Do I need a condom, or are you on the pill?” I got instantly pissed at myself for asking. I didn’t want to stop for anything!



Lana swallowed a couple times as her hand gripped my prick. “I… I went on the pill a coupl’a months ago.” She looked at her hand and guided my dick to the wet opening of her twat.



I was instantly glad I had asked. I nudged the head in. Jeezuz… she was fucking tight.



“Oh god… you’re… you’re so big.”



Again I thought she was spouting bullshit. I had my legs spread and was leaning over her. It wasn’t the most comfortable position but I wasn’t going to be inside very long. I pulled back slightly, and pushed in a little deeper. Jeezuz… she felt sleek, satiny, perfect.



“Urrrhhh,” she groaned. Her hips began to sway. Her breathing was quickening again.



I pulled back a little, then pushed in again, swaying my hips too, going a little deeper. I kept repeating that over the next minute or so, until I finally pulled back nearly all the way out of her, then pushed in again sliding the full length of my throbbing cock into the tight confines of her slippery twat. I think I felt the head press against her cervix.



Lana twitched. “Ooh!” She started panting faster.



I churned my hips and grinded my muscle inside her and my groin against her pubis. It took a few moments before she started mirroring my movements.



She whispered breathlessly, “Oh gawd… ohgawd… you’re… you’re so big.”



I was looking down between our bodies, seeing that I was fully planted inside her cunt. I felt the tip rubbing against something deep in her. I realized then that I was at the perfect point of inebriation. I loved that point. I knew if I hadn’t been drinking, I’d probably be unloading my balls into her right now. Jeezuz…. her cunt felt perfect. Sometimes when I got too loaded, it was difficult sustaining an erection, but there was this, what I called the ‘perfect zone’ for fucking when drunk. Not so wasted it was difficult to stay hard, but drunk enough so I had to actually concentrate on shooting my wad. I knew at that moment, I’d be able to fuck the little bitch as long as I wanted tonight. I grinned, at least on the inside I grinned. I looked at her face. She was also watching our organs. “You like my cock in you, baby?”



Lana looked up. Her mouth was open as she sucked in breaths. She nodded.



My jaw clenched as I grinded my rod into her a bit more intensely. Her face winced then she panted faster and churned her hips harder. “I think it’s time you give me one of those famous beejays of yours. I want you to suck it…. suck it good, baby.”



Her hips squirmed even more intensely. She looked up at me as her brow pinched. “Right… right now?” She panted a few breaths.



“Yeah… now, baby.”



“Yeah… yeah… ‘kay.”



I slowly pulled out of her comfy snatch, then let her legs unfold as I stood straighter. I had pushed her farther onto the bed. Her calves lowered against the side of the mattress and box springs. I noticed her little feet didn’t quite touch the floor. She slowly sat up. She reached for my prick. Her delicate hand wrapped around the base.



She whispered, “God… you’re so big.” She leaned forward and engulfed the head. She sucked as her tongue laved around the helmet.



“Urrrrrh…. ye-ahhh.” I couldn’t help moaning. It had been a long time. I was in need. I liked knowing she was tasting her own cunt juice on my cock. That’s one reason I pushed it into her first, although I had really needed to feel it in her. Her pussy felt too perfect around my tongue. I had to know what it felt like around my prick. I almost hated to admit it felt fucking perfect, slick, smooth, tight, slippery, warm… fucking perfect.



I was tempted to fuck her mouth now, maybe even push my cock into her throat, but I guess I was thinking there’d be a ‘next time,’ and I didn’t want to scare her, plus I only rarely got into that pushing down their throat crap. I usually wanted the chick to do it on her own. At least try it. Do a little payback for me tongue fucking their cunts so well. My hands did gather her hair from the sides of her face though as I leaned to the side to watch as well as I could. I realized I should have told her to kneel down. I liked that too, the chick kneeling, that also gave me a little erotic rush.



“Take as much as you can… deep… take it deep.” I wanted to see what she’d do. She held me tightly and tried. As soon as the helmet got to the back of her tongue, her gag reflex kicked in. She coughed and I yanked my dick back. I didn’t want her puking on me. She pulled her head back, coughed and swallowed a few times. She then shocked the hell out of me.



She took a couple quick breaths. “Sorry… I’ll… I’ll try again.”



I think that was the first time she ever said sorry about anything. Her face moved towards my cock. I stepped back. “Not here. In… in the living room.” I was getting tired of standing. I really liked that she leaned forward more and gave the head a few circling licks before she let it go and stood up.



“‘kay.” Lana swallowed a couple times and licked her lips, then wiped them with the back of her hand.



“Take your drink with.” I grabbed mine from the bedside table.



“‘kay.” She got her glass and took a gulp, then walked out of the bedroom.



I walked behind her to the living room. She definitely had a killer ass. I gave my throbbing cock a squeeze as I imagined it sinking into her tight, little asshole. In the living room she set her drink on the end table. I put my glass there too, then headed to the armchair and sat. “Kneel down, and start suckin’, baby.”



She didn’t hesitate. She knelt between my knees, grabbed the base of my prick and engulfed the head again. Her hand started stroking, meeting the “O” of her mouth sliding down. I gathered her hair again with both hands to keep it out of the way, then held it in one like a pony tail in back of her head. She sat back on her legs, her hand angling my throbbing rod down a little, and then as her head kept bobbing, she gazed at me with upturned eyes. She looked fourteen again, and if I hadn’t been in the ‘zone,’ I probably would have pumped my load then and there.



I started thinking about how perfect it felt inside her tight cunt. She was also sucking pretty well. For a few moments I felt like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what hole I wanted most. Her eyes closed as she sucked the head of my prick hard as her tongue laved around it. Her free hand started roaming my abdomen and chest. For a very brief moment I thought of Barb. She liked feeling my abs and chest when she went down on me. Lana started bobbing again and the thought of Barb vanished.



I watched the tight “O” of her liplock slide up and down the top portion of my cock as her hand stroked up meeting the downward wash of her wet, warm mouth. Sometimes she’d loosen the “O” and let some of the mix of her saliva and my leaking semen drool down my rod, lubrication for her stroking fist. Her thumb couldn’t touch her fingertips, so maybe to make up for that, she’d twist her hand sometimes to rub the entire girth of my throbbing prick. Maybe that gave her the idea to bring her other roaming hand to help with the job. She sucked the head and part of the rod fairly hard as her tongue laved the helmet then both her hands wrapped around the staff, twisting around in opposite directions on my now slippery circumference. She sucked harder. I shut my eyes at the wonderful sensations, my gut tensed, then my ass, then the rest of my body as I pushed up in an autonomic response to her stimuli.

“Urrrrhhhhhhh,” I growled.



“Mmmmmhhhhh,” she hummed, the vibrations of that went right into my cock and made me take a sudden giant leap towards unloading my balls into her hot mouth. I hated to admit it, but she did know how to give good beejays. I opened my eyes and gazed at her. Her eyes turned upward again. I again had that taboo impression of her being younger than she was, and once more it almost made me shoot my load. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to fuck the hell out of the little bitch.



I growled, “You’re making me… wanna fuck you, Lana.”



“Mmmmhhhh,” she hummed once more. She pulled one twisting hand off my rod which moved to my abdomen, it formed a claw and she dragged her fingernails over my hairy torso. Her other hand started jerking me off again, as her head resumed bobbing. “Mmmmhhhh,” she moaned yet again. The vibration nearly pushed me to the brink again.



I released her hair then my palms held the sides of her head. I nudged it up. She responded by a downward pressure, increasing her sucking and jerking her hand faster. I wanted to fill her mouth with jiz but not before I filled her tight little cunt. “No… no… stand up. I’m gonna fuck you now.” She sucked even harder then a few seconds later she let go of my rod and jerked her head up. POP! I flinched as my dick recoiled from her mouth. It bounced against my abdomen. “Urrh… jeezuz.” I gasped a couple breaths, then said, “Stand up.”



Lana swallowed a few times, then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She gripped my knees and pushed up to stand. I noticed her eyes wide and her small breasts heaving with each of her quick breaths. She took a step back as I stood.



I moved over to the end table by the couch. I handed Lana her drink. I picked up my glass. I finished it off. I’m not sure why I did that. I was more than half wasted already. I had that kid in a candy store confusion again. I tilted my head back to get the last drops. I set the glass on the table, and looked at the arm of the couch. It was one of those couches where the arms were as high as the back. I hated those couches, I liked the arms lower, but they were good for one thing. I pushed the end table away. The lamp teetered for a moment, the cord tightening to the floor outlet under the couch. I turned and saw Lana’s head tilted back getting the remnants from her drink. When she lowered her glass I took it from her hand and put it on the end table.



I looked at her. “C’m'ere.”



“Huh?” Her brow pinched for a moment, then her mouth formed an inebriated smile when my hand firmly but not harshly gripped her slender upper arm. “You’re… you’re gonna kiss me?”



That thought hadn’t occurred to me. I was going to fuck her little, tight cunt, fuck it rough, ravage it good and thoroughly. I wanted payback for all her fuckin’ bitchiness. “Yeah… c’m'ere.”



I didn’t have to pull her. She was in front of me in an instant. I let go of her arm and her hands held my shoulders. She moved closer sandwiching my throbbing rod between us. She had that fourteen year old face on again, her expression a mix of… of what? Fear? Fear and excitement? Her teeth clamped her lower lip for a moment. My arms went around her. Her lip slipped out from under her teeth. Her mouth opened slightly just before mine met hers. My tongue slid between her parted lips and her mouth immediately opened wide. I was surprised how our tongues began dancing wildly, as if we had done it before. I pulled her closer and she pressed her little body into mine. She squirmed slightly, pushing and stroking my cock with her abdomen. I could feel the top of her furry muff touching my aching balls. My hands slid down to her bubble buns. I squeezed them firmly and she exhaled sharply into my mouth.



“Mmmmhhh,” Lana moaned.



I was glad we were kissing. Her arms encircled my neck as she pressed her lithe form tighter to my body. I gripped the cheeks of her seductive bottom harder. Again she exhaled into my mouth but her tongue never stopped its Salome dance. I released one bun and dipped a couple fingers into her deep, warm valley. The skin there felt baby smooth. Two fingertips circled and stroked her hot little asshole. Lana tensed for a moment, then she pushed her chest into me more as her ass pouted towards my digits. Those little movements had me near the brink for a few moments. Was she thinking about getting her butt fucked? Would she like it as much as Barb? I broke the incredibly hot kiss at the thought of Barb. My head tilted to the side and I kissed Lana’s ear, then the side of her neck.



“Mmmmmhhh,” Lana moaned then started gasping breaths.



Her murmur pushed all thoughts of my wife from my mind. Both my hands gripped the cheeks of her ass harshly. She tensed for a moment then moaned again. My mouth moved to her ear once more. My voice was low and raspy, “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. You wan’ that? You wan’ me to fuck you good?”



Lana was still breathing raggedly when she responded, “Yeah… oh god, yesssss.” She panted a few breaths, then added, “I’ve wannid… you to for… for so long… yeah… do it.”



In my booze hazy brain, all I heard was: Yeah. I loosened my grip on her ass. I growled, “Turn around.”



She was still panting breaths. “Huh?”



“Turn around,” I repeated, then put my hands on her slender waist and turned her to face the high armrest of the couch. “Bend over.”



“Huh?”



I held her waist with one hand as my other moved between her shoulder blades. I nudge her forward. “Bend over.” I almost added ‘bitch’ but didn’t.



Lana giggled. “Oh.” She leaned over the armrest. She giggled again when her little feet left the floor and her slender, almost skinny legs were hanging in the air. She spread them apart.



I put my hands on her ass again, then ran my right palm up her spine. It made her back dip into a sleek curve up to her neck. I gazed down at her bubble butt and leaned away to look at her cunt. Her thin pink labia were flared open. They glistened. My mouth salivated again. I slid my palm down her spine to her ass again, and both my hands gripped her buns and opened her valley. I saw her little, squinting, light pink anus tighten and relax, once, twice, then a third time. I could see the nub of her surprisingly large clit poking out from under its hood. It almost looked like a little cone shape at the moment. I had to swallow my saliva. Without thinking I kept my hands gripping her buns and knelt down, then sat back on my heels. A moment later my tongue was laving around her wet, slippery slit, then rubbing her taut elongated pearl. Her little body trembled in my hands and against my mouth.



“Ohhhhh…. oh gawwwwd,” Lana moaned. She pulled a throw pillow under her profile. Her hands clenched it tightly.



I lapped away at her clit and slit. Her pussy really was cute and pretty. So was her tight little asshole. I wasn’t thinking at all really. I was just doing. I was becoming an animal of lust. I liked getting to that point. Without a thought, my tongue slid up between her buns and I rubbed it around her hot little orifice like it was the sweetest candy. It tasted like nothing actually, skin and maybe a little pussy dew that had drooled down over it. I gave the sides of her baby smooth valley a few teasing nips.



“Ooh! Mmmmmhhh… yeahhhh,” Lana cooed.



I laved my tongue around her asshole a few more times, then went back to her clit. As I flickered and rubbed my tongue against it, I again realized that I had paid her for sex and I was acting as if she had paid me. I pulled my face back. My hands gripped the cheeks of her ass tighter, digging the fingertips into her firm flesh that instantly tightened.



“Mmmmhhh,” she moaned.



I gave her buns a few playful nips then pulled my face back again. My hands slid to her hips as I smeared my face over her seductive bottom. I growled into her flesh, “I’m gonna fuck you, Lana… I’m gonna fuck you good and hard.”



She was panting. “Uh-huh… mmmh… yeah… yeah, do me… do it to me.”



I quickly stood up. My hands pushed her a bit more onto the armrest. I grabbed my cock, and directed the head to her slit. I moved the tip up and down between her labs. It felt warm and slippery. I think I could actually feel her taut clit. My hand wiggled my rod so the tip rubbed back and forth in quick strokes over her elongated pearl. Her hanging spread legs shivered then trembled.



“Oh… oh-h-h-hhh gahhhhd,” Lana released a quivering moan.



I moved the head to the opening of her tight channel. I nudged the head into her wet warmth, then let go of my prick. My hand joined my other at her waist.



Lana was gasping breaths again. “Oh… ohyeah… yeahhh.” I heard her take a few quick, deeper breaths as I pushed just a fraction more into her tight channel. “Do it… do it…. oh god…. you’re… you’re so big.”



My jaw tightened at that repeated piece of nonsense. I almost rammed the entire thing into her as hard as I could, but didn’t. I wanted to feel every single inch of her tight cunt before I started fucking the hell out’a her. That little piece of bull about me being big, I figured one of her stupid girlfriends told her to say that to any guy she screwed, maybe they had come up with it in some laughing discussion about fucking guys. Her hips started swaying and moving back and forward. I knew what she was doing. Other chicks had mentioned it to me. She was rubbing her clit on the armrest. That was one reason I bent her over. The main reason was that I liked seeing a chick in that position, open, on display, and it was too awkward for them to move and protest much.



I pushed another inch in, she seemed to tense, then relax as I pulled back, then pushed in again a little deeper. She tensed again, stopped moving her hips. Jeezuz… she was so fucking perfectly tight around my prick. I pulled back a fraction, her hips started squirming again. I pushed in another inch deeper. Her body tensed yet again.



“Oh god… oh… you’re… you’re so big.”



My jaw clenched again. I remembered again I was paying her. She was playing her part in a very cliché manner, trying to play me actually, like I was some john — Oh you’re so big! I reared back then plunged my throbbing cock into her tight little cunt as hard as I could. Smat! My groin hit her buns. Her body seemed to recoil starting at her buns traveling up her torso and down her legs which bounced against the side of the couch.



“AH! Oh… gawd!”



I pulled back and rammed into her again, then started pistoning my ‘in the zone’ rod into her tight, juicy cunt over and over again.



“AH! Ah… oh!” Her body shook for a few seconds. After a dozen thrusts, her hips started moving forward and back, her ass shoving back as I plunged my pulsing prick into her depths. I wasn’t sure, but I think the head was punching her cervix every other stroke or so. From past experience, I know some chicks thought that was painful, other chicks loved it. I really didn’t give a damn what Lana’s opinion was about it. I drove my cock hard into her a dozen more times, then shoved it deep again, grinding my rod inside her and my groin against her ass. I liked watching her hips and butt churn crazily.



I was gasping for breaths too. “You like… like being fucked… by my cock, baby?”



“Mmmmhhh…. ye… ye… yeahhhh… mmmmh.”



I pulled back and shoved it in hard again. Her body did that little lurch. I grinded for a few seconds, then pull back slowly, waited a moment, then drove my hard spike into her depths and grinded once more. Her little body lurched again. I loved that.



“Ah! Oh… oh yeahhhh,” she moaned again.



I kept thrusting like that another five or six times. She’d always moan like a slut after each one. For a moment it made me think of Barb. Barb got verbal, and she always moaned like that too. I drove my prick into her perfect pussy again. Jeezuz… it really was perfect — tight, slippery, warm. It felt like smooth, slippery satin backed by extra firm foam rubber. I almost laughed at the thought, wondering if that’s how those toy cunts were made. As I grinded into her I felt her channel constrict even tighter around my throbbing prick. It now felt like muscle behind the satin.



I shut my eyes tight as I again felt myself suddenly at the brink of shooting my load. Her hips churned harder, so did mine.



It was my turn to moan, “Urrrrrhhh… fu-uuuuuck.” I opened my eyes and turned my face to the side, concentrating on delaying my ejaculation, wondering where my ‘zone’ had gone. I saw the big tube of Lana’s hand lotion. She had about four of different brands that migrated around the house. It was the stuff I often stole from her. Some Norwegian hand lotion that was actually really good for chapped dry hands. My hands were usually like that from the construction work, even in the summer, but mostly in the winter when I was lucky enough to be working. It really healed the cracks in my skin. It was also probably 70% petroleum jelly.



I leaned to the side and grabbed the tube. I kept grinding my prick into her as my other hand moved from her waist. I unscrewed the top, then squeezed a large dollop of the thick gel just above the crack of her ass. It came out in a long thin string. The hole in the top had a very small diameter.



I tossed the tube on the end table, it bounced and landed on the floor. I pulled back on my cock and rammed it into her again, grinding my hips as she did likewise. I smeared my thumb in the dollop of gel, then gathered the rest of it on the tip. My other hand gripped her bun, opening her valley. I rubbed my gelled thumb on her hot, squinting, little asshole. She tensed for a few seconds.



“Mmmmmmhhh,” Lana murmured and then her hips resumed squirming.



I pulled my cock back, then instead of ramming it to her depths, I slid it in slowly, as I had the first time, feeling every sensual inch of her tight channel. I kept doing it like that as my thumb worked her other tight hole. Lana’s hips kept moving as they had been, forward and back on the armrest, sometimes side to side, not slowing at all. She was rocking her clit on the armrest. I started wiggling and pressing the tip of my lubed thumb at the apex of her asshole. As the tip started to make her anus yawn, she tensed again. I slid my cock all the way in. “Push out with it.”



“Wha’?”



“Push out with your asshole.” Her body stayed tense but her rocking on the armrest started again.



A moment later her hips stopped moving. She spoke breathlessly, “Too much. It… it’s gonna hurt. Can’t ya jus’…”



I interrupted as I retracted my throbbing rod so just the head was in her cunt, “Jus’ push out a li’l. If… if you don’ like it… I’ll… I’ll pull it out.” I wasn’t sure if I would or not. I wiggled my thumb a little faster and pressed again but still gently. I felt her asshole loosen. My thick thumb started sinking into her hot ass. As the first knuckle passed her anus I slowly pushed my cock into her too. My undulating thumb disappeared into her ass, the wide knuckle at the base forcing her torrid little hole to form a slightly larger “o”.



“Urrrrhhhh…. ohhhh…. gawwwwd,” Lana groaned.



Her cunt gripped me like a vice, her asshole did likewise to the big knuckle on my thumb. Seeing her asshole grip and hearing her moan almost made me fill her cunt with all the pent up hot spunk screaming for release from my blue balls. I had to shut my eyes again and get control of the urge to shoot my wad. I felt her asshole loosen slightly, then her cunt relaxed a little too.



“Oh gawd… I… I feel so… so full…. you’re… you’re too b-big.”



I opened my eyes. I slowly pulled my cock back so only the head was in her pussy. I twisted my thumb in her ass. Her little hole and cunt tightened for a moment, then her hips slowly started rocking again. I kept my cock steady as my other hand pushed between her and the armrest. My fingertip found her taut clit.



“Oh… oh… oh-h-h-hh,” Lana started rocking faster. “Oh… ohgod,” she mumbled.



I pulled my thumb back, almost out, then pushed it deep again.



“Ooooooh,” Lana cooed. She rocked faster on the armrest.



I did that with my thumb four or five more times, then pulled it out. I moved that hand to her waist as my finger continued to shift side to side on her rocking clit. I started fucking her with short quick strokes of my cock.



“C’mon… c’mon,” Lana whispered between gasps of breath. “C’mon… do it… do it.” She tried to rock farther back.



I wanted to hear her say it. “Do what, baby? What do you wan’ me to do?”



“C’mon… do it.” She panted a half dozen breaths. “Fuck me… c’mon… fuck me.”



I rammed my cock into her. Her little body did that hot, jerking lurch.



“Oh! Yeahhhh… oh… oh yeahhhhh, c’mon… don’… don’ stop… c’mon… c’mon!”



She nearly screamed the last ‘come on.’ I didn’t piston her but fucked her forcefully, deeply, and with quick thrusts. Her body still lurched with each plunge, but not as much as before. In her awkward position she tried her best to shove her cunt back to meet my probing rod. Jeezuz… her cunt felt perfect around me. She was even getting more juicy. I wasn’t sure but I think my aching balls were wet from her. I started pounding her harder. I was starting to lose the ‘zone’ again, but I kept ramming her. I didn’t want to stop, not only because it felt fucking fantastic, but I wanted to make the little bitch cum again. I’m not sure why that was important to me, but I wanted her to cum on my cock. I started to think I might shoot my load first. A moment later, her little body started shaking.



Her voice was a warbling high pitched tone, “Ohhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h… nnnnn-h-h-h-hhhh….. oh…. oh… oh.. oh. Oh…. OH… OH GAAAAAAWWD! ARHK!”



Her body started convulsing then I felt her tight channel grip my throbbing prick on the next thrust. At her last little yelp, I shut eyes tight to keep from cuming myself, then her channel started going into spasms, contracting repeatedly, and I really thought I might pump my load into her. I fought the urge. I wanted to fuck her more. It took me ten seconds to push the urge back. I opened my eyes. I watched her squirm and twitch and shudder. I heard her panting, gasping breaths louder than my own. I pulled my hand from her cunt. Both hands gripped her narrow waist. I pounded my cock into her another ten times.



“Oh! OH GOD!”



I watched her body jerk and quiver harder, then drove my prick deep again and stayed deep. I swayed my hips, feeling her tightness, feeling the spasms of her pussy, like it was trying to milk the spunk from my balls.



She whispered between pants for air, “Cum… cum… in me… cum… c’mon… cum… cum in me.”



I was also sucking big gulps of air. “I’m gonna.” I swallowed a couple times. “In… in the bedroom.” I took a few more quick deep breaths. “A drink… then… then in the bedroom.” I slowly pulled my cock out of her comfy cunt. I finched when the now very sensitive head came out and my prick sprang up to nearly vertical. I let out a huff of air in lieu of a chuckle. I was really in the fuckin’ ‘zone.’



I gave her hot ass a couple taps, not spanks, just firm taps. Smat-smat. Her little body flinched, but then she giggled for a moment. “C’mon, get up.”



She swallowed, panted a few breaths, then said, “I… I don’ think I can.”



My hands slid down her back to her shoulders, then down her arms to her elbows. I pulled them down to her sides, her hands let go of the throw pillow. I gripped her arms and pulled her up, her spine dipped making her ass even more pronounced and the sight made me wish my cock was still in her. I would have done her right there, holding her like that suspended in the air, if my prick had been inside her. I had fucked chicks like that before. It was hot, I liked it.



Lana giggled as her pussy slid off the armrest and her little feet touched the floor. “I… I don’ know if I can stand.”



I pulled her up to a standing position. I still held her arms somewhat behind her as I kissed and licked her neck. She tilted her head to show me more neck. My teeth then clamped her ear for a moment before I rasped out, “Do ya wanna drink.”



She shook her head slightly. “No… I wanna make you cum. I wan’… you to cum in me.”



“I’m gonna, baby.” I gave her neck another sucking kiss, then let her arms go. She wobbled for a second then her hand gripped the armrest for support. I grabbed my glass and went into the kitchen. As I was putting ice in my glass, Lana came in with her glass. She rinsed it, put ice in, then filled it with water. She drank half, then refilled it. I poured my drink and downed a third of it, then grabbed her free hand and headed back to the bedroom, my stiff, nearly vertical, throbbing cock springing forward then back to my abdomen with each step.



The lamp was still lit on the bedside table. I let go of Lana’s hand, put my drink down, then propped up a couple pillows against the headboard. I sat down on the bed with my back to the pillows, slouched a little. I gripped my aching cock at the base. I looked at Lana. She was staring at my prick. My hand wagged it a few times. “C’mon, baby, get on it. You do some work for a while.”



Lana set her glass down next to mine. She put a knee on the mattress then surprised me. Her delicate hand grabbed my prick above my fist, she leaned down, her other arm went over my body, that hand planted on the mattress, her mouth opened wide and she started sucking my cock. I released an inadvertent groan, “Urrrhhh.”



Her little hand started twisting around my rod as she had done earlier. She sucked harder and her tongue went crazy on the head. I thought she wanted me to cum without fucking her more. Just as I was about to tell her to stop and get it in her cunt, she yanked her head back. POP! She giggled, probably at the sound, and then moved her hand higher, her thumb rubbed her spit and my leaking semen around the helmet. She pulled her other leg onto the bed, folding it, then raised it over my legs like she was trying to get on a horse from a kneeling position. She let go of my cock and crawled up my sides.



“How… I… don’… how should I do this?”



I was a little surprised she didn’t know how to do it. I figured I’d tell her the way I liked it best. “Put a hand on my shoulder, then squat over it, like a baseball catcher, grab it with your other hand and guide it in.” I let go of my rod.



Lana giggled softly as she moved into what I thought of as a really hot, slutty pose. As she moved, I again had that feeling I was with some much younger girl. The thought made my prick expand a bit more for a moment. I watched her align the head with her opening. I blinked. There was a thin, short line of pussy drool hanging from her slit. I had heard about that sort of thing happening but I had never seen it.



Lana must have seen it too. “Oh god… you made me so wet.” She giggled when she moved the head of my prick to catch the drool, then she rubbed it against her slit a few times. Her hips swayed as she tried to nudge the head inside. She pushed down with her hips and it almost felt like the head ‘popped’ inside her. “Oohh… god… you are so big.” Her hips swayed more and my rod started sinking into her warm slippery cunt again.



I almost rammed it up into her for making that fuckin’ stupid comment again, but I was enjoying watching her hips sway and my cock slowly disappearing into her tight pussy. Who knows, maybe she only had skinny, tiny dicks fucking her before this. It seemed even during fucking she couldn’t stop bullshitting and scamming.



I kept watching my cock and her cunt. I had a funny thought. It almost looked like her cunt was sucking my fuck muscle into her body, like it was eating it. I almost chuckled about that, but then it just felt too good. I watched her glistening labs disappear into my pubic hair and felt the “O” of her cunt kiss around the very base of my rod. I was sure I felt the head push against her cervix.



Lana, still watching between our bodies, mumbled, “Mmmm… oh god… you’re… you’re so deep.” She pushed down more and swayed her hips. She tensed for a moment, then squirmed harder. She exhaled her whispered words, “Oh gahhhhd.”



My palms held her hips. I nudge her up. We both watched my cock begin to appear again. Her labs seemed to pout outward, as if her cunt was licking my staff, or trying to keep it inside. When just the head remained, she reversed course and lowered onto to my throbbing peg again. Jeezuz… she felt fuckin’ perfect around my cock. Her labs kissed my groin again as her cunt tightened around my full length and her hips grinded and push down even more.



“Ohhhh… gahhhhhhd.” Lana shut her eyes and her body shivered for a moment, then her hips slowly rose again until the head was only left, then again she reversed movement, this time her tight pussy slid down my staff faster.



“Yeahhh,” I groaned, “Like that, baby. Like that.”



Lana increased her speed a little more, but after the tenth stroke down my rod she stopped although she kept squirming her hips. I was sure I could feel the head right up against the end of her tight channel. She didn’t seem to mind.



She spoke as she panted breaths. “My… legs. It’s… hard doing it this way. They… feel like jittery.”



“Move your legs so… so your kneeling, don’t let my cock out.” I watched her move one leg. My hands moved to her waist. “Lean forward when you get your other knee down.”



“Oh… yeah, I see.” She kept watching between us as she started rocking, caressing my cock in her pussy with shorter strokes. She closed her eyes for a moment. “Oh… oh yeah.” The strokes got a little longer.



I nudged her head out of the way with my own. I realized I hadn’t sucked on her little tits yet. Her pink nipples were standing taut, like two pink raspberries. My hands slid up her sides to her ribs. I pulled her down as I shoved my back up the pillow a little. I smeared my face over her small plaint mounds. Her nipples were hard. She surprised me yet again.



“I… I have li’l boobs.”



It sounded like an apology. I didn’t really care about big tits, although a couple chicks in my past had decent sized ones, and one of those girls really liked them treated rough, both her nipple and the whole tit. She loved it when I cuffed her wrists behind her back, made her kneel down as I sat in a chair at her side. I’d hold her hair in one hand, pulling her head back, making her spine and neck arch backwards. I’d French her mouth or suck on her neck while my other hand grabbed, squeezed and generally manhandled her tits. She loved to have her nipples clamped with my thumb and finger, twisted and pulled until she was whimpering from it. One time I slapped her right tit, a sort of an in the moment kind of thing. She loved it. I spanked her tits that night, and a couple other times before she dumped me about a month later. The slaps weren’t really intense though.



I sucked Lana’s nipples gently at first, rubbing my tongue on the firm nubs, kissing her breasts, sliding my mouth to her other tit, kissing, sucking, moving from one mound to the other. I started sucking harder.



“Mmmm… yeah… uh yeah,” she murmured as her cunt kept sliding up and down on my throbbing prick.



I drew more than her nipple into my mouth, more of her pliant flesh, then I clamped my teeth down a little, not really a bite, while my tongue rubbed her berry. I think she liked that because she moaned again and she started rocking faster on my cock, when I clamped and sucked her other tit, she shoved down ardently and squirmed her hips wildly. I felt her back dip more which seemed impossible to me, her breast pushed against my mouth tilting my head back on the pillow. I didn’t know she was that limber, like some incredible carnival rubber woman, although I should have noticed that earlier when I had her legs folded back. I bet she could get her calves behind her head.



Her mons was now in contact with my groin and her squirming intensified. I felt her hugging cunt squeeze tighter around the length and girth of my prick. I finally realized she was rubbing her clit on my pubic bone. I felt the tight sleeve of her channel giving my rod quick short strokes while her hips continued grinding like some possessed slut. I got my mouth around a nipple again, grating it with my teeth, then sucking it hard. Her body started trembling.



The tone of her voice was higher, “Ohhhh-h-h-h-h… ye-ahhh-h-h-h.” She panted a half dozen breaths. “Cum… cuminme…. oh god… c’mon-c’mon-c’mon… uhhh-h-h-h.”



I didn’t want to cum yet. I was enjoying it too much. I did want to feel her juicy twat cum again on my cock though. I moved my right hand from her thigh and slid it, palm down between our bodies, curling all the fingers back save for the middle one. The tip touched the root of my cock, I arched the digit slightly, and I felt her taut, pink pearl slide over it. She twitched, then shoved down so hard it seemed she wanted to get my balls inside her cunt. Her grinding hips started wiggling back and forth with more force and speed.



“Oh g-g-g-god! Cum… cuminme…. I hav… wanna… ha… feel… you… cum… c-c-cum… oh… oh… oh-h-h… OH!” Her body started shaking, then twitching.



I was sucking her right tit really hard. I could feel her cunt shivering, then I was sure it was doing that convulsing thing. Jeezuz… that felt good. I suddenly started to lose the ‘zone’ again. It was like her cunt was frantically trying to jerk off my cock. Her hips twitched a couple times, then her torso jerked up. My mouth stretched her small breast, there was a slurping and pop sound as it was pulled from my sucking mouth. As soon as it exited, a second jerk forced her little body forward this time. Her sternum rammed my forehead, snapping my head back, the rear of my skull banged against the headboard. A microsecond later there was a second thud. I figured her head had hit the wall. There were only a handful of times I had seen some chick orgasm that fiercely, Barb was a few of those. I had been on the verge of unloading into her cunt until she whacked my head.



Maybe her orgasmic spasm pissed me off, or maybe I realized again it seemed like I was servicing her, not the other way around. I had paid the little teasing bitch! Why the hell should I care if she got off?!



She was still orgasmic, on the downside of the peak, as I folded my legs on the mattress into a pretzel form and my torso rose to vertical. I pushed her onto her back, my arms moved quickly, shoving between the backs of her folded thighs and calves. The crooks of my elbows behind her knees began pushing her legs up and back so her knees were at her shoulders as I worked my folded legs back out from under her ass and lower back, making sure my cock didn’t slip out of her tight snatch. I sat back on my heels, then stretched one leg back followed by the other. I had her little body basically folded in half, her pretty, petite feet hanging in the air, like when I tongue fucked her pussy. I was going to pound my throbbing, aching fuckmuscle into her drooling little cunt until it emptied the load of spunk boiling in my aching blue balls.



Lana’s face looked dazed, or maybe it was frightened, or possibly that was just her well-fucked expression. For some reason, I wanted the little bitch to cum yet again for me, cum once more on my aching prick. I don’t know why. She was panting, gasping her breaths like a chased then cornered little animal.



I could feel her tight channel still quivering around my prick as I pulled back and rammed it into her. Her body lurched.



“Ah!” A pained expression came onto her face as I grinded my stiff rod into her.



I looked into her eyes and growled, “Play with your clit.”



“Wha’? Huh?” She kept panting breaths.



“Finger your clit. Do it.”



Lana had to shift and twist her shoulders to get her arm between her folded legs. I watched two of her fingers start rubbing back and forth over her pink pearl.



She closed her eyes and mumbled, “Oh-h-h-h gahhhhd.”



I decided to fuck her hard but slow, increasing the tempo with each succeeding plunge of my cock. I pulled back and rammed it into her, grinded for a moment, then pulled back slowly, then rammed deep again, another grind, then pulled back.



“Oh-h-h… I… I can… can feel it!”



I rammed it in again… pulled slowly back and again… again… again… I fucking hoped she could feel it. Where the fuck had she been the past… however long we’d been fucking?



“I… I can… I can feel it!”



My speed picked up. Jeezuz… her cunt was still wet and tight. It really was smooth satin. Fucking perfect. I increased the tempo of my thrusts. I saw her pull her hand away from her clit. I had told her to do that mainly for herself. As I rammed into her again, after her body lurched she raised her head to watch the next plunge then the next and the one after. I pulled back.



“Oh god… I can see it… I can see it in me! I can feel and see it!” She gasped a few breaths. “Do… do it slower… please… jus’… jus’ a few times.”



I figured what the hell, I’d give the little bitch what she wanted. I looked down at her cunt wondering what the big deal was about watching it. I mean, I liked to watch too, but it seemed she was seeing something for the first time.



I didn’t ram it into her. I pushed it in, but did the grind at the end. I blinked. I saw it too. Maybe I had seen it with Barb once or twice, and definitely with skinny Darlene back in college. I pulled my cock back then pushed it in slowly again. Yeah. Maybe it was the way I had her legs folded up and back, raising her ass off the sheet a little, changing the angle of my probing prick, and of course, her flat abdomen was almost concave really; for whatever reason, I could see my fucking prick bulge her abdomen, going in and coming out. She had felt it with her hand. It looked a little like that fuckin’ Alien movie, you know, the one where the creature comes exploding out of the guy’s stomach? I was a little too wasted to remember the exact times I had seen it before, I mean a chick’s lower abdomen doing that, not the fuckin’ movie, but, yeah, I had seen it before. I liked watching it now as I had with those other chicks.



I don’t know why but I kept slow fucking her. Lana and I seemed to be mesmerized by the quirky thing, you could even see it sway a little when I grinded it into her, or maybe that was her squirming, I’m not sure which. About the tenth stroke, as I watched the elongated hump forming under her skin again, I twitched when I got this flash vision of one of those fuckin’ alien monsters exploding out of her tummy. I had to shut my eyes and shake my head to make it go away.



That happens to me sometimes, like on the job, I’ll be on the roof, cutting excess OSB off the gable ends and I’ll suddenly see a vision of the circular saw binding, jerking back and slicing right through my thigh. I was surprised I flashed. That happened mostly when I was sober.



When I opened my eyes again, Lana’s head had flopped back, her hand was feeling and stroking over the subtle ridge above her mons. I stopped thinking about aliens and then started worrying I was loosing the ‘zone,’ not that I’d cum too fast, but it would be one of those extremely rare times, half wasted, when I couldn’t get my rocks off, even though my balls were screaming in pain, nor be able to get my hard-on to shrink. If that happened, I knew I’d not even be able to walk tomorrow unless I was bent over, my balls would be a step past ‘blue balls’ and be into ‘purple balls.’



I resumed fucking her at what I think of as a ‘normal speed.’ I looked down. Her two fingers were back on her clit, more diddling her pearl now than rubbing it. She shook for a few seconds and then moaned. Her head turned to the side and I saw her profile. For some damn reason, she looked fourteen to me again. I wasn’t sure I liked that anymore. I shoved it into her a little harder and a little faster. I thought about Barb for a moment. When I was in this dilemma and other times too, she’d talk filthy for me. We both loved doing that once in a while. I’d keep pounding her and she’d keep mumbling filthy shit or answering my filthy questions and it’d eventually get me off.



My voice was a breathless growl, “Do you like me… fucking you, Lana? Do you like my cock fucking your little cunt?”



“Uh-huh… uh-huh. Yessss… oh god yeah.” I saw her swallow then take a couple deeper gulps of air. Her body still lurching from the force of my thrusts, not as much as a few minutes ago though. “It… it hurt a li’l at firss’, but… then… oh god… it felt so good… so good. I di’n't think… it could.” More pants. “I… I wanna feel you cum… cuminme.” She then said something I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her. “Please…. please cum-in-me.”



I leaned down farther, forcing her folded legs down even more, her knees nearly level with and next to her shoulders. It raised her ass higher off the mattress. It didn’t seem to give her any discomfort, then I recalled how flexible she had been earlier. I started pounding her again, so fast and hard that I was driving her ass into the mattress so she was almost bouncing up to meet my next deep and hard thrust. I smeared my face back and forth over her little tits. I savagely sucked her nipples a few times. She whimpered twice. I kissed and sucked on her neck, then her shoulders, then back to her tits. I raised my head.



“Tell me again,” I growled. “Tell me wha’ ya want.”



“I wan’ you to cum. I’ve… wannid you to come in me for so long.” She gasped a couple breaths. “I wan’ you to cum in me like you do in her.” Another few gulps of air. “Cum…. cum. I wanna feel it… I wanna feel it so much. I wanna hear you like… with her… C’mon cum… please… please.”



I was huffing my own breaths so loudly and I really wasn’t paying attention much to her words, mostly just the erotic pleading tone, only really hearing ‘cum-in-me.’ I was getting off on it but wished she had more experience with dirty talk. I was on the way to shooting my wad though.



“I’m fucking you, Lana…. I’m fucking your sweet, hot, little cunt.” I pounded her harder. “I’m fucking your little… teenage…. tight… li’l twa….” The urge seemed to come out of nowhere. My balls tightened. I rammed deep into her, grinding viciously into her, pushing my face into her tits, then her neck. I felt the first dollop of spunk start to boil up from my nuts. It actually hurt a little, blue balls will do that sometimes. “You wan’ it, La…. URRRRH!”



My body stiffened as the first surge went up my cock. I could tell it was only a little spit that came out the tip, then the second surge immediately followed, really gripping my gut, and I knew as it spewed into Lana’s depths it was a freakin’ stream. “ARRRRRH!



Lana started shaking. “I… I feel it!” She tried to push harder against my groin, which was impossible, our bodies couldn’t have been pressed together any tighter than they were.



The third and fourth surges were streams too, not as much as the second one. The fifth and sixth shots were smaller but bigger than the first. I thought it was over and gasped a deep breath. I always seem to hold my breath when I cum. Maybe all guys do. When I sucked in air, I was surprised when my balls tightened again. I gripped Lana’s upper arms and pushed my face into her shoulder, as three more spasms shot through my prick. I think they were blanks, but even so they did feel good. “Ah… fu-uck!”



I think Lana whispered, “Oh my god. I can feel it.”

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