Angie makes friends

CHAPTER FOUR

Doug couldn't put the degrading sight of Angie out of his mind. He tried and tried but the sight of her lying on the bed, head thrown back, legs parted and pulled back unnaturally, and pelvis pushed up with the bright red swollen lips hooded over her gaping vagina haunted his mind in psychedelic colors. No matter what he did — read his lessons, measured chemical ingredients for an experiment, or repaired the lawn mower — that obscene vision of her would come back and fill his mind, cutting off his logical thoughts. What bothered him even more was that when he thought of her that way his penis swelled and burned. He would find himself remembering the exquisite sensation of her hot pussy caressing his engorged penis. He felt confused. Not in his wildest imagination had he ever imagined that their harmless experiment would end that way. Unable to work, he wandered around his home, pale, shaken, forlorn.

His mother noticed his condition right away. "Due you feel ill, dear?" she asked anxiously.

"No," Doug said crossly.

"Then something's troubling you."

"No!" Doug said violently.

His mother felt hurt. They had always been close in the past, sharing thoughts and secrets. She knew something was bothering him. Why wouldn't he tell her?

She tried another tact. "Don't you have anything to do? You're pacing up and down like a wild beast."

"No," Doug said gloomily.

"What happened to the research project you were working on?" she asked, too casually.

Doug didn't notice her tone. "I gave it up," he said listlessly.

Immediately his mother's sixth sense buzzed her alarm. Things must be even worse than she'd imagined. "Gave it up?" she asked worriedly. "That's not like you."

Only then did Doug notice her reaction and realize how he'd revealed himself to her. "Oh," he said hurriedly, "it was just a small project. Of no real consequence."

His mother studied his face slowly. If the project was of no consequence, then what was? She decided to talk the situation over with B.C. at the first opportunity.

Doug turned on the TV and pretended to watch it. His mother sat quietly, industriously working at her needlepoint and watching Doug. She was thankful when she heard the car drive into the garage. Soon her husband stepped into the rumpus room.

"Home early, B.C.? How was the lecture?"

Mr. Fleming bent over and lightly kissed her cheek. "Just what you'd expect of old Buckner. All theory and no fact."

"If he'd change at his time of life, he'd be a God, not a scientist."

"He's already a God by definition," Mr. Fleming said jocularly. "Only a God performs miracles and he performed one tonight. He seemed to have most of the audience believing him, especially the graduate students."

Husband and wife laughed together.

"You must be tired, dear," Mrs. Fleming said. "Would you like some tea?"

Mr. Fleming heaved a deep sigh and relaxed in his chair. "You're reading my mind."

"Would you like some, Doug?" his mother asked.

"No, thanks, Mom."

Out of the corner of his eye, Doug watched his parents act out their little ritual. Coming-home-from-a-late-lecture was a routine they acted out at least twice a month. The moves were always the same. He analyzed their conversation and their actions. His mother sharing her husband's interests, anticipating his needs; both of them sharing "in" jokes and touching each other. That must be the stable kind of love — having respect and consideration for the other person. If you felt that way about a person, then the physical love was an added attraction.

Reviewing the past two weeks with Angie at school was painful. How comforting it was to have her lying near him in the quadrangle. The sun shining on a blowaway strand of her black hair and turning it red. The possessive and protective feeling he'd had when he held her hand in his. The sound of her laughter rang in his memory. How much he'd taken all of these things for granted! Only by losing them did he become aware of their value. Somehow it didn't seem fair. There should be some way that a person could know beforehand. So the person could recognize that he was in love so he could protect the relationship.

Doug sighed deeply. Their sex experiment must stop. That was certain. He'd tell Angie on Monday at school. But how to stop Brad from trying to continue them? Reason meant nothing to him; arguments had no interest for him. Brad didn't love Angie like he did, and after yesterday night, he probably didn't have any respect for her. That left fighting. The only thing that would make an impression on Brad's Neanderthal brain. If he could manage to beat Brad up, he'd probably leave Angie alone.

Doug sighed deeply again. Well, that's what he'd have to try to do. He'd tell Angie on Monday.

The memory of Friday night haunted Angie's mind all weekend. The cruelty and the degradation grew more awful in her mind each succeeding day. She could feel the heavy bodies lying on hers. Hear their mouths panting and gasping in her ears. Feel their hard throbbing cocks slide into her vagina; the bodies begin to pound on top of hers. Then her own blood would begin to race — her heart to pound, breath quicken. Her body would answer theirs — pound rhythmically with them. And then she'd feel the hot, scalding semen spurt into her, spraying her womb. Oh, God. Could she ever forget it? The fear of being found out preyed on her conscience until she began to feel that other people could tell just by looking at her what had happened on Friday night.

She dreaded Monday, when she'd have to go to school. She was sure she couldn't go. When Monday morning dawned, she considered feigning sickness but she knew her father would be able to tell that nothing was wrong with her. And then her mother would give her the third-degree, trying to find out what she was up to. She couldn't take that. Not now.

Apprehensively she trudged to school. Keeping a sharp eye out for anyone she knew, she managed to avoid meeting Doug and Brad and her other friends all morning. However, at lunch time, Doug managed to catch her hiding behind a book in the quadrangle.

"Angie, I've been trying to find you all morning," Doug said, thankful he had found her. He added contritely. "I'm sorry about last Friday. Really. I'd give anything if it hadn't happened. And — I wanted to tell you that I think our experiments had better stop."

Angie's face flushed red with shame. "You're damned right the experiments had better stop," she snapped. "I don't ever want to see you again."

"Why not?" Doug asked, disturbed. "It wasn't my fault it happened."

"It was too," Angie said hotly. "If you hadn't kissed me at the door, Brad wouldn't have guessed."

"Look," Doug's voice rose under the stress, "I didn't know Brad was there. I didn't invite him to come. You did. Why didn't you tell me you did?"

"I tried to. Only he wouldn't leave me alone. He kept following me."

The two looked at each other hopelessly.

"What's done is done," Doug said. "We've got to figure out what to do now."

Doug's calm acceptance of the situation angered Angie who was still trying to pretend it hadn't happened. "That's easy for you to say. Who started the whole thing?" She asked passionately. "Who?"

"Angie! Be reasonable…"

Angie remembered the boys' shameful and degrading treatment of her helpless, naked body. How could he talk about reason? She turned and started to run away. Doug ran after her and caught her arm.

He pleaded, "Let's not quarrel about it. I'll make it up to you in some way. I promise. Let's try to stop it before it gets worse. I'll beat up Brad so he won't tell anyone. So he'll stop."

Angie let out a wild peal of hysterical laughter. When she could speak, she coated each word with venom. "You! Beat up Brad!" She started laughing crazily again.

It was Doug's turn to blush a deep red. Embarrassed, he stammered. "H-he j-jumped me from behind the other t-time…" Then he stopped. What was the use? Angie hated him. It was finished between them. Done. Misery rose and caught in his throat as he watched her run away.

Angie ran blindly. She could barely see through her tear-filled eyes. Where could she hide where no one could bother her? She slowed to a walk and dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. The language lab didn't have a teacher there all the time. She could hide in the gym but if Miss Blodgett found her she'd be nosy and try to force her to tell why she was crying. Probably the best place to go was the library. She knew a dark corner there among the bookshelves where she could hide.

When she entered the library, Angie was relieved to see few people there. The day was sunny and warm outside so only the most ardent scholars were studying today. She walked past the shelves of books toward the dark corner. She didn't see Brad come in the door behind her.

Brad had just glimpsed Angie stepping into the library door. He went in after her and saw her disappearing behind a bookshelf. He guessed where she was heading. A smile brightened his face. Swiftly he followed after her. He found her just where he hoped to — in a dark alcove shielded by a shelf of books. He stepped in, blocking her exit.

"Hi! I've been looking all over for you," Brad whispered gaily.

Frightened, Angie cringed against the wall. "I want to be alone."

"Baby! Don't be selfish." Brad pulled her to him. "Just a little kiss."

Brad's mouth smothered hers. His hands slid down her sides and up her light sweater. His fingers felt her breasts and began kneading her soft mounds of flesh and brushing tantalizingly across the tips of her nipples.

Angie groaned, and in spite of her hate for the boy, felt her body tingling into desire. Her vagina burned. Good God, not here! In the library. She twisted her body around in Brad's arms until her back and the softness of her buttocks faced him. She did it so suddenly, he couldn't stop her but his hands slid around the front of her body and greedily continued kneading her young firm breasts.

Angie tried to pull his hands away but they were too strong for her. She could feel her soft nipples turn hard and erect. Brad's mouth was breathing gently in her ear, sending searing electric shocks of unwanted desire down between her legs. Brad's body pushed hers hard against the wall. His middle finger slipped under the leg band of her panties and probed into her moist lips. Frantically she tried to cross her legs to protect herself. Too late. A finger gently caressed her clitoris. Sensual waves seared through her body. She gasped and moaned softly.

"No. Not here. Please don't do it to me here!"

But her body ignored her words. Her vagina felt wet and open. It began to press back against Brad's hard penis which poked against her yielding buttocks.

Still teasing her clitoris with one hand, Brad took his other hand away from her breast. "Burn, baby, burn," he crooned in her ear.

Angie heard him unzip his fly. She felt his hardening penis pop out of his pants and graze down under the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. Her body trembled. "Oooh!" she groaned softly, in ecstasy. Her pelvis involuntarily swung back to rub against his penis. Her insides convulsed. Her vagina dripped in anticipation.

"That's it, baby. Swing it! Swing it!" Brad said hoarsely.

With one hand he tore her panties down; the her hand pulled her buttocks out from the wall so she was half-bending over. Brad pushed her miniskirt up. In the dim light the soft white moons of her buttocks shone sensuously. He pushed down on her back until she was bending over more. The dark crease of her buttocks widened. He slid his fingers down the wide stretched crevice, feeling her tiny puckered anus, her vaginal hole, the soft ridges of her vaginal lips, the warm nest of her pubic hair.

"Reach back and feel me, Angie, feel me!" he said urgently.

Angie could feel his engorged member stretching like a pole between her legs. Without thinking, her right hand reached back under her spread legs and firmly grasped the fleshy shaft. She rubbed her hand up and down it. It was hard and hot in her palm. She touched a finger lightly on its leaden slippery head. It slavered liquid, greedy to get in her. She could feel Brad's finger circle around her vagina lips, softly at the sparse young hair surrounding them. She moaned with pleasure. Her buttocks flexed. Lubricant oozed from her open little pussy and dripped down her thigh. She felt his finger slide into her moistened vagina easily. Her warm, fleshy walls crushed down on it, trying to keep it in. The finger moved out. Her pelvis rotated backwards, trying to recapture it. The finger moved back in, causing a burning trail where it touched the smooth throbbing flesh of her cuntal passage.

Their bodies began to push and gyrate against each other. Minds whirling, hearts palpitating, their bodies began to heat up hotter and hotter.

Brad's eyes were glued to Angie's opalescent bottom. The muscles dented each cheek as she flexed them. The dark slit narrowed and widened as she moaned softly and moved her pelvis. Her soft moist vaginal walls convulsed on his finger. Lubrication squirted on his finger and dribbled out over his hand. Her pelvis arched back farther and faster. His genitals burned. He couldn't wait much longer. I've got to hold it, he told himself. Little bitch! Let her fight for me this time!

Soft moans escaped Angie's lips. Her body was wracked with hungry desire. Oh God, why doesn't he take me? she thought helplessly through her building passion. She pushed her buttocks harder back against him. Her whole body burned at white heat.

"Take me, take me," she begged softly, not aware she was saying the words out loud.

But still she didn't feel the delicious rod push in her. Maddened by passion, without thinking, her left hand pulled Brad's finger out of her vagina and her right hand rammed the hardened shaft of his cock in hard. She gasped in delight when she felt her vaginal walls close around it. Mysterious cosmic impulses permeated her being. She was impaled! Her whole reason for living was happening. She worked her pelvis harder and faster to bring the driving cock deeper and deeper into her.

Brad's triumph was complete. My God, what a hot little whore dug into her, deeper and deeper. An unbelievable fire rose in his vitals. It singed through his shaft in delicious agony. His mind turned into a whirling kaleidoscope. "Mmm, mmm." He tried to swallow his cries of delight.

Their bodies ground to a halt and locked, cumming in short jerky spasms against each other. They stood still. Knowing nothing. Feeling everything with their bodies. An out-of-this-world feeling enveloped them as their orgasms jerked on. Too soon, the pleasure ebbed away, leaving them stranded in the every day world.

Brad's flaccid penis slipped out of her soft, satisfied womb. It was dripping with secretions. Her vaginal opening looked dark and cavernous and shone wetly. He watched his now small organ slip ignobly back into his pants.

Angie stood up slowly, shakily. Her muscles ached. Her stomach felt filled with the hot wetness of his sperm. She stared at the wall in front of her, afraid to face Brad.

"Don't forget your panties," he said, holding them up to her.

She turned her head and their eyes met. His eyes showed neither cruelty nor laughter.

"Thanks," she whispered.

She looked at them. They were ripped down one side. She wiped her wet vaginal area and her thighs with them, then folded them and put them in her purse.

"You hair ribbon is falling out," Brad whispered.

Giggling, they helped each other dress and repair pair the damages. Before the left, Brad kissed her long and hard on the lips. Angie kissed him back hungrily.

"That's thanks for this time," Brad whispered. "Shall we have more on Friday?"

"Oh, yes!" Angie whispered back. "I like it now!"

Brad paid court to Angie all week. Always smiling, always gracious, always humble. They had long discussions in the quadrangle at lunch times. He carried her books between classes. He flattered her in front of the other students. Mary Jane and her crowd were green with envy at the attention she was getting.

Angie felt like a queen, what with Brad and his friends and Mary Jane and her friends all paying court to her. All thought of Doug went out of her mind. Now he seemed pitiful to her, walking around all hunched over, his eyes lonely and grieved. Brad and how this situation was going to end, she wasn't going to. Brad would never tell on her as long as he got repeat performances. And she intended to oblige him. Why not? They turned each other on like Roman candles. Why not enjoy each other?

On Friday afternoon after school, when she stepped inside the front door of her home, she heard her mother's voice. It sounded like it was coming from the direction of the kitchen. Angie tiptoed nearer to eavesdrop. She peeked and saw her mother talking into the telephone.

"… you're absolutely right!" her mother said, "they say teaching sex in the classroom will lessen ignorance of sex, reduce the numbers of illegitimate pregnancies, and reduce the incidence of venereal diseases. But I don't agree. I think teaching sex in the classroom will give the children more knowledge than they can handle. They'll get all excited about it and want to try it. It's too dangerous, teaching sex without teaching morality too. It just can't be done."

Her mother paused to listen momentarily.

"Oh, Moira! Did I tell you? I had the most wonderful experience last week. Angie and I had a very private discussion." She paused to giggle girlishly, "You guessed it! I told her all about it. It was such a memorable experience! Just think, I wouldn't have had it if I had let Angie go to those sex classes at school. I'd have been cheated out of it!"

If she only knew, Angie thought as she tiptoed away. What would she do to her? She couldn't imagine. Maybe I should quit, she thought. Play it safe. But, oh, how she'd hate to give up Brad, now that he was so hot for her.

Angie banged things about in her room, thoroughly annoyed with her mother. If she would only stop talking about sex, Angie thought angrily. She doesn't know anything about it. Why does she have to go and on? She makes me feel sick. I don't want to talk about it or hear about it or do it. Ever again.

That evening, Angie curled up on her bed with a good book, some chocolates, good resolutions, and Salome as she had planned. She even turned the stereo down to a medium rumble so she could concentrate on her reading. Even so, when the doorbell rang, she heard it immediately.

"I'm not going to answer it," she said out loud to Salome. She cuddled the cat closer to her and petted it immediately.

Salome began to purr loudly.

The doorbell continued to ring at intervals. Then Angie could hear loud knocks on the door.

I don't care who it is. Let them go hang, she thought. Especially her mother and Doug and even Brad.

But the ringing doorbell and the knocks began to jangle her nerves. She endured it patiently as long as she could; then she became upset. "Whoever it is has no right to bother me. I'll call the police," Angie told Salome. "I'm going to tell them."

She marched down the hall righteously. "Hey!" she shouted. "Stop banging on this door. Stop ringing the doorbell. Or I'll call the police."

"Let me in," a boy's voice called. "Please. I just want to talk to you."

"Who is it?" Angie called. She tiptoed to a living room window and peeked around a curtain. It was Brad. And he had two friends with him! How dare he bring his friends! Who did he think he was! She tiptoed back to the door.

"Me!" the voice said.

"Who's me?" Angie called out.

"Can't you recognize my voice?"

"Don't you know your name?" Angie countered. "Or does it begin with B?"

"B?"

"Yes. B for bastard."

"Open up; I'll surprise you."

"Get lost, Brad," Angie said impatiently. "I know it's you. I saw you through the curtain. You'd better leave or I'll call the police."

Angie stood behind the door and listened. The footsteps moved around on the porch a little, then they seemed to walk away. She smiled to herself and went back to her room.

The excitement at the door had spoiled her contented mood. The book and the chocolates and Salome had lost their appeal. Her mind strayed hopelessly. The slightest sound interrupted her reading. The wind sighed in the trees and sounded ineffably sad. The house creaked. Loneliness seemed to creep out of its gloomy corners and sit watching her.

"My parents have been going out Friday nights for a long time," Angie told Salome. "I've never felt this frightened before."

She hugged the cat to her and listened for the next noises.

When she heard the doorbell ring again, she felt almost relieved. She padded down the hall to the front door.

Angie called out. "I'm going to count to ten. If you're not gone by then, I'll call the police, Brad."

"I'm not Brad," a muffled voice called back.

"Who is it?" Angie sneaked around to the window but the person was standing close to the front door and out of her range of vision.

"Doug," the voice said indistinctly.

"Who?" Angie called. The voice didn't sound like him.

"Doug," the voice said a little clearer.

The tone was funny. Maybe he's been smoking pot, Angie thought. Or maybe he's been drinking. The desire to tell him off good overcame her.

"You don't think I've forgiven you already, do you?" Angie ranted.

The second she opened the door a foot stepped in the crack. Angie looked up into Brad's grinning face.

"But you have already forgiven me, remember?" Brad said laughing.

Angie threw her body against the door violently, hoping to crush the foot.

"Angie, what's the matter with you?"

"I've changed my mind," she shouted angrily. "Go away."

Brad pushed the door open wider. He stepped inside and grabbed her. She kicked and scratched and bit him.

"No, you're not changing your mind," Brad said decisively. He struggled with her down the hallway to her bedroom. He threw her on the floor and held her down. He pulled off his pants and shorts. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled it hard until tears started in her eyes.

"Now kneel," he commanded, "we're going to take a little ride."

Brad pushed her body forward. Angie's weight fell on her forearms; her buttocks swung high in the air. Brad threw her robe and nightie over her head. His eyes drank in the sight of her ivory-colored fleshy cheeks, with the dark slit in the middle. Like a peach, he thought, as he ran his hands over the soft skin on each side. So soft. He slid a finger lightly down the slit, past the pink puckered anus, and felt her slightly open vaginal mouth.

No, no, no! Angie's mind screamed. I don't want to anymore. What if Mother finds out? Doug was right. Why hadn't she listened to him? She should stop having sex. It was too dangerous.

"Please," Angie begged. "Let me go, Brad. I don't want to anymore. My mother'll kill me if she finds out."

"You enjoy it," Brad said. "You were made for it. Besides, I need it tonight."

Brad's hands played over her warm, soft buttocks. He leaned over and licked her vaginal opening with soft light butterfly touches. He could feel it convulse under his touches. He kept licking faster.

Angie gasped loudly. Excitement ran through her blood. She could feel her vagina begin to burn with desire. I don't want to, she thought. But her heated young body ignored her mind. Her hips rocked involuntarily.

"Oh, please stop!" she begged. All the while she plead, her body swayed with desire. Pleasure, beginning in her vagina, traveled through her body and erupted from her mouth as groans of delight. "Mmmmm! Mmmm." Her groans turned into incoherent sounds of animal-like pleasure. It's wrong of me to love this, she told herself. But I can't help myself! Something must be wrong with me, to enjoy it so much. Why can't my body listen to my mind and stop? But it didn't. It smoldered with desire. Her body rocked back and forth.

"Can't wait, huh?" Brad said with satisfaction. "Don't worry. I'll give you the fuck of your life."

Bitch! Trying to keep him out. Go back on her word. He'd get even. You're going to be rocking those hips out of joint, pleading for me, he thought. His hand cupped her soft, hair covered loins.

The pressure of his hand over her sensitive vaginal lips and the hotness of his hand generated more heat which passed into her body and, in turn, generated sensual heat. Angie closed her legs tightly around his arm and wiggled her body, trying to get rid of the torturing hand.

Above the sound of his heavy breathing, Angie heard footsteps. Her parents! Omigod! She wanted to scream but no noise came. She couldn't think. She couldn't get up out of this degrading position. They'd see her! What would they say? What would they do? A heavy weight grew in her heart.

The bedroom door flung open and two boys ran in. She recognized Jim and Scott, two friends of Brad's. Quick relief that it wasn't her parents was followed by shame that two boys she knew at school should see her like this. Her naked buttocks waving sensuously in the air. See her private parts.

"Hey! Look at that!" Jim pointed a finger right at Angie and burst out laughing.

Angie closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped onto the floor. She wished she'd die. She felt herself fainting. Her body began to relax.

"Hey, you fucking bitch! Come alive," Brad screeched angrily. He slapped her hard on one of her buttocks.

The stinging slap brought her to. Confused thoughts fought for possession of Angie's will. She shouldn't do this. This hateful mockery of sex. Yet she had to. Because she wasn't strong enough to resist. To get away.

Brad laughed. He uncupped his hand over her vaginal lips and his fingers probed them to get inside, to find her clitoris. The slippery flesh of her rubbery lips began to turn more solid. His fingers found the little pronged clitoris. Lightly, like butterfly wings, his fingers stroked the limp hook. She felt it harden under his touch.

Angie's body twitched fretfully, searing electric shocks coursed through her body at his touches. Her vaginal area began to burn. She tried to remember that the two other boys were watching. That she didn't want to get hot and lose all control, but her mind began whirling. She couldn't remember. All she was aware of was the fingers, leaving hot trails of desire behind them. Her engorged clitoris, sending hot trails of passion through her body. The burning sensation deepened, penetrated her vagina. The walls shuddered, eager for action, and dripped with lubrication. The vagina was ready and waiting.

Brad's penis arched proudly erect. It's engorged head flamed. Purposely he pressed it against her buttocks as he leaned over her and began teasing her pink nipples with his fingers. They were already hard and erect. He kneaded her soft, jello-y breasts until they turned firm under his touch.

By this time, Angie was breathing heavily. Long, helplessly pleasurable moans came from her open mouth. Her pelvis undulated rhythmically in front of Brad's face. The muscles in her buttocks flexed and unflexed, making dimples in her cheeks then unmaking them. Her mother was forgotten. The boys. Her resolution. Her whole body writhed sensually. Her whole body wanted to. Overwhelming desire to be filled and to be released. Her buttocks began pushing backwards against Brad's penis, demanding fulfillment.

Jim and Scott watched Brad manipulating Angie's body. Excitement raced through their young waiting cocks when they saw her body respond.

Jim stuck an elbow into Scott's ribs. "Wow! Get a load of that!"

Scott's eyes couldn't pop out of his head anymore than they already were. "I'm ready. I'm ready." He tore his pants and shorts down; his penis stood up like a tree trunk.

Brad's pleasure mounted as he watched her flexing buttocks first hide then reveal her open, already wet vagina. He could see the vaginal muscles press outward. The soft, hair lined vaginal lips were flowered open and flaming red. The sight of them excited him; his hardened penis engorged even more. The head flamed a dull purplish-red. It felt like it was ready to burst. He held the shaft horizontally and teased her vaginal opening with his large leaden head. At the first touch, Angie's lusty open vagina lunged backwards greedily and impaled itself on the hardened cock, swallowing it all at once.

The soft, smothering grip of her vaginal walls on his penis shook Brad to the core. Turbulent passion whipped through him. Both their bodies swung into action. Uncontrollably they flailed against each other, uttering incoherent cries. Neither heard Scott shout, "Save a little for me!"

Angie pounded her buttocks hard against Brad. She felt his hard rod pound deeper and deeper into her. She wanted it. She wanted more of it! Her body fought against his. To be stuck together. Permanently. Her vaginal walls hardened and clasped his whole penis, straining to keep it. The walls ravished themselves and they ravished the penis.

Their bodies locked hard into position. Brad felt his penis jerk into life and pump his burning semen deep into her wildly quivering belly. Brad's mind fragmented. He let out anguished cries of joy.

Angie gasped when the pressurized semen beat against her uterus, spewing the hot, boiling sperm all over the walls. Unbearable pleasure staccatoed back and forth with delicious pain. She couldn't bear it! She uttered loud cries. Then her mind sank down, down, down. She passed out momentarily.

Brad's penis deflated and slipped out of her vagina. He dropped his body wearily beside hers. He was sated.

Angie's body had collapsed in a heap like a rag doll. Scott ran to her, concerned. "Don't give out on me, baby!" He straightened her body, pulling her legs apart.

Angie was only half aware of what he was doing to her. She felt an arm slip under her stomach. It tried to lift her but she was too relaxed for him to get a good grip. She felt the two hands exploring her nakedness. They seemed far away at first; gradually they left nerve-tingling trails in their wake. A hand cupped a breast, tantalizing a nipple. Burning sensations whipped down to her vagina and clogged there, re-activating her passion. When she felt the hard head of a penis rub against her thighs, her pelvis started working up and down.

"Hey, look at this, you guys," Scott ceased tormenting her body to gaze in appreciation at her sensual body. It shone with sweat. The dim lamp light reflected off her pert firm breasts, her rounded hips. "She's insatiable!"

Angie's pelvis stopped flexing. Scott leaned over and slipped his big cock between her buttocks. It disappeared into her wet, slippery vagina easily. The vaginal walls covered it like a glove, giving him a pleasurable jolt. His body crushed full length over hers. Each of his hands slipped under her hips and pressed her pelvis up against his as he see-sawed across her body. Her soft buttocks jiggled against his energetic penis. His body slapped loudly down on hers.

Jim watched Scott's penis pop in and out of sight, making loud sucking sounds in her open vagina. His own penis, already standing stiff, began to burn.

"Screw her, man!" he urged Scott excitedly.

Angie's body came to life again. Excitement drove her to bang her body back against Scott's. She angled her pelvis off the floor, straining to enclose his long, lust-hardened cock. Excited animal-like cries escaped from her lips. Their bodies rocked back and forth madly. Faster and faster until they rocked to a standstill. She uttered a sharp cry like a wounded bird. The pressure of his semen spurting against her uterus sent her into ecstasy. She pressed her vaginal walls hard against his penis, trying to hold it.

"Oooo. Oooo. It's so good," she moaned passionately.

When Scott relaxed his exhausted body on hers, his limp penis slipped out. He rolled his body onto the floor and curled up and rested.

"Now it's my turn!" Jim cried.

Angie rolled over on her back. Ohh, that floor was so hard! Her muscles ached all over. She held her arms out to Jim. "Not here. On the bed."

Jim's eyes appreciated the firm bouncing breasts, the soft belly, and the hairy delta at the junction of her thighs.

"Anything to make it easier," he said enthusiastically.

He lifted her off the floor, carried her in his arms over to the bed. He threw himself down on the mattress, still holding her in his arms. They rolled around laughing, feeling each other up. Teasing each other's bodies. Angie wrestled with him enticingly, caressing his penis fleetingly. Their wild cries, heavy breathing, and warm breath on their skin excited them. Jim clamped his mouth on hers and kissed her soundly. Their tongue explored each other's mouths.

Angie felt happy and free. Mom doesn't know what she's talking about. Sex is fun. The most exciting game I know of. As long as I relax and kid these guys along. Take each one as he comes, everything will turn out al right. Thank heavens they don't dip their wick, cum, and get out. Boom, boom, boom is no fun. You've got to take time. Play around. Burn a little before you light the fuse. Then you really get a bang! Ah, I waited so long for my life to begin. Now it has. I love it. Fucking is fun!

Jim's tongue filled her mouth, poking far in and stirring up excitement deep within her body. Angie threw her arms around his neck and held him tightly to her. She ran her hands down his back.

Jim pulled away. He kissed hungrily down her throat onto a breast. He sucked noisily on a tit.

Desire raced through her body again. Her body moved fretfully, wiggling and arching against his. She slid her body under him, pressing her pelvis against his. She felt his heavy penis pressing against her legs, then flopping against her stomach. Her body undulated sensuously.

She breathed deeply. "It's sooo good. So good!"

Jim enjoyed tantalizing her. How long should he wait to go in? He hadn't had enough experience to know. She couldn't be ready so soon!

Angie flipped completely. She couldn't wait. She could feel the fleshy rod of hardened flesh flopping between their bodies. She reached down, grabbed it, and pushed it down her to vagina. It sloshed inside, making wet sucking noises. She pushed her body up against its hard length, lifting her pelvis completely off the mattress. Her pelvis ground savagely against his. Her pleasure grew.

She gasped, "Uh, uh, uh."

Jim screwed deep into her. God, he thought. He'd drown in her. What a hot little wench! She could take on an army. He pounded her body into the mattress as hard as he could. His penis burned to go deep and deeper into her. His body moved faster, more rhythmically. He caught his breath. It was coming! He couldn't hold it! Uncontrollable spurts. Two, three rapturous spurts far, far up into her squirming little belly.

Their bodies locked together in a rigid embrace. She wrapped her legs tightly over his back, jealously holding him in. Preserving the passion between them. Too soon it ebbed. Emptied of its load the limp penis slipped out. Their minds stopped whirling and their bodies relaxed.

The excitement past, Jim kissed Angie delicately on the cheek. "Thanks, baby," he whispered in her ear.

"Come on, Romeo," Brad demanded, slapping Jim hard on his naked ass. "It's my turn."

Reluctantly Jim rolled off of Angie.

Angie felt it was degrading to be used like this, passed from boy to boy. As Brad was settling between her thighs her lust-dazed mind tried to form a protest. But as soon as Brad's stiff cock slipped into her swollen vagina, filled her deliciously, and began to stroke excitingly, all thought of protest vanished. Her pelvis pushed up, eager for stimulation. She groaned aloud with pleasure as Brad's initial thrust sank his stiff cock balls-deep, and, in only a moment, the two bodies were churning in unison.

The night wore on but the four sensualists didn't tire of their games. They played with each other, exciting and re-exciting themselves. Their young bodies, so lethargic when it came to carrying out the garbage, were bursting with sexual energy and re-heated time and time again. They couldn't seem to get sated.

When they finally left, they left because the hour was late and Angie's parents would be coming home.

"See you next week," Angie said at the door with a dreamy smile. "All of you!"

"See you," they called back happily.