Teenage teaser

CHAPTER ONE

"Come on, Marilyn," Carol Thompson said impatiently. "We'll be late."

Marilyn Wiley gave herself a last searching glance in the mirror and for the third time adjusted her swimsuit strap so that her breasts would be more prominent. She knew her breasts were the best part about her. Although she was pretty she did not have the beautiful looks that some of the other girls had. Her body was the best thing about her.

She gave her swimsuit one last tug before she hurried out of the locker room. There were two boys standing near the doorway. She recognized them as being boys in her math class. Timmy Douglas and Brian somebody. She heard Timmy whisper, "Boy, does she have an ass on her."

"Yeah," the other one said. "I'd like to dip my wand in that."

She tried to ignore their vulgar comments but she couldn't help a little flush of excitement. It happened every time a boy said something nice about her. It didn't matter what he said, as long as it was a compliment.

She was very insecure about her looks.

Her mother had caused most of her insecurity. Her mother was one of those plain women who were jealous of any other woman even if it was her own daughter.

"You're too short," her mother often said. "And you're too big up top. Boys will think that you're ugly."

It took her a long time to realize that boys didn't think her large breasts ugly. In fact, most boys liked them too much. Most boys didn't even mind her being short; it made them feel taller and bigger. Still, she didn't have the good looks that Carol or Leslie had. She was pretty, but not beautiful.

She paused at the pool and tucked her honey blonde hair under a cap. Coach Bayles gave her a nod and she hit the water. She stayed in the water for almost an hour. Coach Bayles wanted her to work out like this each day. She loved the water. She was a good swimmer.

Coach Bayles finally called her out of the water. Coach Bayles was a young man, of about twenty, and he had dark, curly hair and sparkling white teeth. She felt dumb every time she got around him.

"Fine today, Marilyn," Coach Bayles said. "I wish the rest could swim as well as you."

"They've got their minds on other things," Marilyn said.

Leslie Drew came over to Marilyn's side as Marilyn dried herself off.

"I wish I could swim like that," Leslie said. "You're like a fish in the water."

Marilyn wondered what was coming. She knew that Leslie hated her.

"I've got a date with Brian Edwards," Leslie said suddenly.

So that was it. Marilyn felt a hot flush of anger on the back of her neck. Brian. Marilyn had wanted a date with him for as long as she could remember. He was the best-looking boy in school as well as the smartest and the best athlete. Everyone knew that Marilyn wanted a date with him. That was why Leslie was rubbing it in.

"So," Marilyn said.

"I just thought you might want to know," Leslie said.

"Well, I couldn't care less," Marilyn lied.

"I just bet you couldn't," Leslie said.

Leslie started giggling as she walked away. Marilyn could have strangled her. Marilyn knew it wasn't anything that Leslie had. Leslie was a dark haired girl whose figure was mostly made of plastic. Marilyn had seen her naked a few times and she knew Leslie had nothing but skin and bones.

So why did Brian take her out? Marilyn thought she knew the reason. Leslie was so innocent looking and she had such a sweet way of talking to boys that they seldom realized that she had such a hard heart.

Marilyn decided not to ride the bus back home. She knew she would only have to listen to Leslie gloat about her date with Brian.

She lived close to the school and it was no problem walking.

She dressed and waited in the shower room until she was sure the bus was gone. Then she went outside. It was getting late and almost dark. It was also a little cool. She started walking. She nearly jumped when the car pulled up beside her.

"Hey, Marilyn," a boy said. "You want a ride?" She peered at the boy's face and saw that he was Timmy Douglas, a boy from her math class. He was alone.

It was dumb to get into the car with him and she knew it. Yet this boy was interested in her and she needed somebody to be interested in her.

"I'm Timmy Douglas," Timmy said. "From your math class."

"I recognized you," Marilyn said.

"Really," he said. "I didn't think you cheerleaders ever noticed anyone unless they played football."

"That's not true," Marilyn said.

Timmy changed the subject.

"I watched you swim today," Timmy said. "I thought you looked good."

"Thank you," Marilyn said. "I only wish that Coach Bayles thought so."

"How could he help it?" Timmy asked. "Especially in your suit. You look damn fine in that suit. Do you ever wear a bikini?"

"No," Marilyn said. "I don't own one."

"Well you should," Timmy said.

Marilyn blushed red at his obvious compliments. She knew he wasn't really interested in her as a person. He was only interested in her body, but she didn't mind that so much. At least he was interested.

"I live right around this next corner," Marilyn said.

"You don't really want to go home right this minute, do you?" Timmy asked.

"I really should," Marilyn insisted. "It's getting kind of late."

"Come on," Timmy said. "Ease up a little. I've got a couple of cold beers in the trunk. How about let's park and drink them."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Marilyn said.

"Don't be like that, Marilyn," Timmy said. "Relax. Just one beer won't hurt you."

"All right," Marilyn agreed reluctantly.

He drove down her street to where it dead ended in a clump of trees. He carefully edged the car off the pavement and into the trees. He picked a place to park that was completely hidden from all sides.

"It's nice here," he said. "Don't you think so?"

"Yes," Marilyn agreed.

Timmy leaned across the seat and kissed Marilyn on the cheek.

"You smell nice," he said.

Marilyn didn't know how to answer as Timmy got out of the car and went back to the trunk. He took the blanket and two beers out. He spread the blanket on the ground and then came back to the car.

"Let's sit out here," he said. "It'll be more comfortable."

She got out of the car and sat down on the blanket. She tucked her skirt in carefully around her. Timmy was getting paper cups out of his back seat.

Marilyn shivered and it wasn't from the cold. She was afraid. She was sixteen years old and this was the first time she'd ever been alone in the woods with a boy. It was wrong. She'd been taught all her life that it was wrong. Yet she didn't want to leave. She was curious about what happened next.

Timmy popped open one beer and emptied it into two paper cups. He handed her one.

"Have you ever had beer?" Timmy asked. "Sure," she said.

He smiled and she knew he realized she was lying.

"Well, take it easy," he said.

She sipped at the cup and felt the fiery liquid go through her. Timmy sat down beside her. She felt his rough hand on her knee.

"You know something," Timmy said huskily. "I think you're better looking than any of those girls you pal around with."

Somehow Timmy had easily picked up on what was troubling her. His words made her feel warm. She snuggled closer to him even though she knew it was a dangerous thing to do. She wanted to hear more nice things from him.

His fingers started tracing little patterns on the skin at her knee.

"Drink a little more," Timmy urged. "It'll make you feel good."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Marilyn asked.

"Who me?" Timmy asked innocently. "Why would I want to do something like that?"

She laughed as she sipped again at her beer. It didn't taste good. It caused her to make a bitter face but she managed to finish it.

"Want some more?" Timmy asked.

"No," she said. "That will be enough."

"Just one more," he said.

"No thank you," she said. "It's getting late. I think it's time to leave."

Timmy glanced down at his watch. There was still light enough for him to see.

"Come on, Marilyn," he said. "It's only five. Your parents will probably think you're staying with a friend."

Marilyn started to protest but then Timmy was kissing her. It wasn't one of the chaste kisses that she'd had from other boys, not one of those quick good-night kisses at the door. Or even one of those kisses from the post office game they sometimes played.

Timmy's kiss was hungry, demanding. It took her breath away.

"Don't, Timmy," Marilyn said weakly. "Don't." His hard tongue forced its way into her mouth. At that moment she could have stopped him. She could have pushed him away. She started to. His kisses were not really turning her on. But he stopped kissing her. He started talking to her again.

"I think you're beautiful, Marilyn," he said. "Your body really turns me on. You're the sweetest-looking thing in a swim suit that I've ever seen. You make those other girls look skinny when you get around them. It's like you're already a woman while the others are little girls."

"Do you really think so?" Marilyn asked.

It wasn't what she'd intended to say but his words had turned her on far more than his kisses ever could. He was saying the things that she'd always wanted to believe but had just been too unsure of herself.

He started kissing her again and this time she yielded to him. Her lips became soft against his and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue. It didn't seem so wrong with him telling her all these nice things. It didn't seem wrong at all.

His fingers crept up her leg and found her hot thigh. He started drawing little circles on her inner thighs with just the tips of his fingers. She shivered each time he kissed her.

"You shouldn't do that," she said.

"I can't help it," he said. "You're just too good-looking to resist."

Again his words weakened her will. He kissed her harder and his hand crept up farther. She realized that he was trying to touch the spot between her legs. She tried to get away from his hand but he was too strong for her. His fingers suddenly touched her pussy through the thin panties she wore.

"No," she said. "Don't do that."

He continued to rub her there and she started to become excited. Her skin started to tingle. Her nipples began to harden against her bra.

"Timmy," she whispered. "You mustn't."

The time was gone when she could stop Timmy with a simple command.

His other hand was creeping up her side and pulling at her sweater. She pushed his hand away twice but each time his hand came back. The last time he got her sweater out of her skirt and his hand went underneath.

"Oh no, Timmy," she said.

Underneath the sweater she wore a thin blouse and his fingers started tugging at the buttons.

Before she realized what was happening he had her blouse unbuttoned and his hand was cupping her left titty. His fingers manipulated her nipple until her titties became hot and swollen with lust.

"Please, Timmy," she begged him. "Stop." She'd tried one last time but he was no longer listening to her. Timmy was too excited to stop. He was kissing her throat and her shoulder as his hands kept fondling her.

Suddenly she thought she had been saved because Timmy let go of her. She breathed a sigh of relief because she'd known she was about to lose her virginity. Then she looked at him and her eyes almost bugged out.

Timmy had unzipped himself and he'd pulled his large prick through his trousers. She stared at it in horror. It was entirely red except the blue veins at the head and the tiny hole seemed to be blinking at her.

"Touch me, Marilyn," he said.

"Oh no, Timmy," she said. "I couldn't do something like that."

"You're beautiful, Marilyn," he said. "You're a woman. I know you know how to satisfy a man. I know you do. A girl as pretty as you."

She was trying to argue with him but yet there was something that kept her from stopping him. She didn't understand. Perhaps it was simply because he was interested in her and nobody really had been before. She could make him happy. He wouldn't say anything about her being too short or her being too big on top. Slowly she allowed her hand to be drawn toward him. She jerked back as her fingers touched the swollen sword of his flesh.

"I can't," she whispered. "Yes you can, Marilyn," he said. "Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Then let me show you how," he said.

He pulled her hand back to his swollen flesh and he wrapped her fingers around him. His skin felt loose and sweaty and he showed her how to move her hand up and down.

"That's the way, Marilyn," he said.

"Am I beating you off?" Marilyn asked.

Marilyn had heard the expression used and she'd always been curious about it.

"You are beating me," he answered. "You're beating me off. You mean, you've never touched a boy before?"

"No," she said.

"Then you're a virgin," he said. He sounded astonished.

"Yes," she said.

"You won't be after tonight," he promised.

She had somehow expected him to do the honorable thing and take her home when she'd admitted to being a virgin. But she realized then that Timmy wasn't a very honorable boy, and she also realized that she was about to get fucked.

Fucked! She was going to get fucked! She said the word over and over in her mind and each time it sounded terrible. Something that girls whispered about. Something that gave girls a reputation that she could never live down.

Yet she knew she didn't want him to stop.

"That's enough," Timmy said. "I don't want to come yet."

Timmy pulled her hand away from his cock. Marilyn didn't know what was going to happen next but she didn't have long to wait before she found out.

"Sit up," Timmy said.

She sat up and Timmy peeled the sweater off of her. She sat lifeless as he also pulled her blouse off. She shivered as the cool air touched her naked skin.

"You're looking good," Timmy said. "I told David they were real but he wouldn't believe me. Help me take your bra off."

She helped his fumbling fingers unsnap her bra and she lifted her arms so that he could draw it off her. She looked into his hot eyes that devoured her naked flesh and she grew shy. She put her arms across her naked titties.

"Move your arms," Timmy commanded. "I want to look at them. They're beautiful!"

She dropped her arms reluctantly and Timmy grinned at her.

"Whoever would think a little girl like you would have a pair of titties like that?" Timmy whispered.

He put both his hands against her flesh and squeezed gently.

"Feel good, too," he said. "You're a perfect little woman."

His hands left her titties and he pushed her once more onto her back. His hands tugged at her skirt until he had it at her waist. His fingers went underneath the top of her panties.

"No," Timmy said, as her hands came down to stop him. "Lift your hips. I want your panties off. I want to fuck you!"

He'd said it. He had told her plainly what he wanted and she dropped her hands. She helped him by lifting her hips as he tugged her panties off her legs. She was completely naked except for her skirt bunched at her waist and Timmy stared down at her with obvious hunger.

His erection seemed to have grown even bigger, if that were possible, and now there was a little drop of white on the end. She realized that it was jism.

"I'm going to get undressed now," Timmy said. She tried but she couldn't take her eyes away from him. She had never seen a completely naked boy and she was curious. He saw her looking and he smiled.

"Don't worry, baby," he said. "I'm coming back to you. I'm going to give you this."

He ran a hand over his erection. He undressed quickly and she saw that he had a muscular, tanned body. She didn't know much about naked boys, but she thought that he had a good body.

She thought that he would immediately get on top of her. Instead he started caressing her titties again, his fingers playing with her nipples until they once more grew hard. He made her sit up and he stood above her. His hard prick dangled inches in front of her face.

"Give it a little kiss," Timmy said. "Show me how much you love it."

She looked at him in horror. She couldn't do anything like that. She couldn't! He didn't give her time to refuse. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face against him.

"Lick it," he said.

She was fighting him but he was stronger.

Finally she had to give in and she licked the head of his cock. She tasted his salty jism. She didn't like the taste. He released her and laughed at the face she made.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to get plenty of chances to learn to like the taste."

Again she looked at him in horror. His hands were back at her titties, caressing and fondling as he pushed her once more onto her back.

For the first time she felt the hard touch of his prick against her leg. He kissed her mouth and then he bent his head lower and flicked at her right nipple with his tongue.

"Oh," Marilyn moaned.

She hadn't known until that moment that a man's tongue would feel good there, but his wet, hot tongue sent delicious shivers all over her body. He realized she liked it and he opened his mouth and sucked in the creamy flesh of her fight tit. "Oh," Marilyn said again. "Oh."

It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Timmy might have been inexperienced with his tongue but his energetic licking more than made up for that.

Again Marilyn felt that hot tingle between her thighs. It was not just the fact that she was being kissed but that Timmy seemed to be so interested in her. She liked the way that she was turning him on. It made her feel warm and good, in a way that she'd never felt before.

"I've got to have you," Timmy said. "I've got to put my cock in you!"

She was afraid but she knew she couldn't stop him now. Timmy was prying apart her legs and getting into position. She felt the first touch of his large cock-head against her sensitive pussy lips. "No," she said. "You can't, Timmy!"

"I've got to fuck you," he said.

"But I'm so afraid," she said.

"Don't be," Timmy said. "It'll be good for you. I promise!"

Timmy adjusted his position so that his cock was resting in the outer folds of her pussy. She could feel his heart pounding against her.

He ground his mouth against hers, once more pushing his hot tongue into hers. He fondled her tongue with his own even as she felt the slow pressure of his cock entering her pussy.

She could do nothing but gasp as she felt his huge knob slowly forcing her cunt lips apart. She was afraid he was going to split her open. She started moving her hips, trying to escape from his penetration but she found that it only made him more excited.

His prick reached the obstruction of her hymen. He pushed harder and she felt her cunt walls giving way. Timmy lost control of himself as her sweet pussy walls closed around his straining cock.

He wasn't able to be gentle anymore. He withdrew his prick partly and then rammed it into her tight cunt savagely. He was like a stallion mounting a mare, plunging his hard rod deep into the tender warmth of her cunt.

His mouth crushed down on hers so that she wasn't able to scream.

Marilyn thought she was about to die. The delicious feeling had been suddenly replaced by pain. She was impaled on his fiery prick and there was no place for her to go. Had he moved, she didn't think she would have been able to stand it.

Instead, now that his hard prick was deep inside of her, Timmy was able to be gentle again.

"It's over," he gasped. "The worst part is over. Now just relax. I'll just stay like this for a while. Tell me when you start to feel it."

He started kissing her again, gentle little kisses all over her face. Timmy hadn't really expected her to be a virgin. He knew that most of the cheerleaders had already lost their cherries, with the exception of Leslie. Leslie was too much of a snob.

But there was something different about Marilyn. It had been too easy. He cursed himself for not trying her out years before. He realized she was hungry for someone to pay a little attention to her.

He was willing. He knew of a lot of other boys who would also be willing. Marilyn wouldn't be one of those girls that had to be dated for two years before a guy could get into her panties. Timmy knew that Marilyn was going to be a one-date proposition. An easy fuck.

Marilyn didn't know what he was thinking but she knew that the pain was leaving. There was a steady throbbing in her cunt that was growing slowly to a deep delicious warmth.

She tried to control it. She didn't feel that a good girl should feel the way she was feeling. Good girls shouldn't ever get carried away.

But her nipples were swollen hard again and involuntary little gasps escaped her throat. She might have controlled it even then had not Timmy bent his head and started sucking on her titties again.

It was too much. It caused the juices in her pussy to become hot.

"Pussy getting hot?" Timmy asked.

She didn't answer him. Instead she put her arms around him and drew him closer to her body. His hard, sweaty chest mashed her titties flat. He kissed her soft throat.

"I asked you a question," Timmy said. "Is your pussy getting hot?"

"Yes," she admitted.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" he asked. "Yes," she moaned softly.

"Then tell me," he said. "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me!"

She wished he would get on with it. Her pussy ached and she wanted to feel his rod sliding in and out of her pussy. But she realized that he needed to be begged, that he wanted to feel as if he had conquered her completely. He wanted no part of her that didn't belong to him, even her mind.

She told herself that she wouldn't beg him. She had too much pride for that. But it felt too good between her legs. The friction of his large cock was making her gasp in delight. She couldn't control the deep hunger of her willing body.

"Fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me!" Those few words were enough to get Timmy started. Once again he was the wild stallion mounting his mare. He pulled his cock almost out of her. He rubbed the large cock head up and down her pussy lips.

"Put it in me," Marilyn sobbed. "I want to feel it in me."

He pushed it easily back into her. He started rotating his hips so that his meaty rod was rubbing against all the sides of her cunt. It felt too good to believe.

"Oh my God," she sobbed.

She was completely out of control. She was living for one thing, now, and that was his big cock in her. She was willing to do anything, to say anything that would keep him fucking her.

"Do me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me hard!"

He put both his hands underneath her ass so that she would be higher and he could go deeper into her cunt. She scratched at his shoulders, almost drawing blood, as he began to fuck her slowly.

She wanted it fast and hard but he was completely in command. There was nothing she could do that would hurry him. Or maybe there was. She started rubbing her flattened titties harder again. The feel of her nipples against his hard chest turned her on even more.

But it also turned Timmy on even more. He lost control of himself and started slamming his cock into her with a violence that even Marilyn didn't believe.

"Oh God," Marilyn moaned. "That's how to fuck me, Timmy. That's how I want to be fucked!"

She suddenly felt his cock growing within her and she realized he was going to come. It was almost a shock to her. She just hadn't thought about him coming inside of her.

"Timmy," she whispered. "Timmy!"

"It's good," he said. "It's so fucking good! I've got to come! I've got to fill your cunt with my cum! I'm going to, baby! I'm going to comeeeeeee!"

His hands squeezed her ass hard as his cock spurted a thick wad of cum into her cunt. He wasn't finished for she felt him grow and send more spurts of cum into her cunt.

The hot white seed filling her caused her to see stars. She wiggled against him as she felt her first hot orgasmic shudder touch her body. She arched her body against him, to get him deeper, as the hot shudders threatened to tear her completely apart.

She was completely exhausted as he drew his cock away from her juicy, cum-drenched cunt. She started trembling. What had she done?

"Get dressed," Timmy said.

She didn't look at him as she slowly picked up her clothes and dressed.