AUTHOR’S NOTE AND DISCLAIMER:  This story is total fiction.
The characters do not exist nor are they meant to portray anyone
who does or ever did.  The story is ADULT in nature.  It’s being
posted on an ADULT oriented website.  That means its porn, boys
and girls, and therefore not meant to be read by persons under
the age of at least 18 years.  In fact, 20 would be better.  If
you don’t fall into this category, GO AWAY!  NOW!  Go read Dick,
Jane and Sally, or Harry Potter, and leave the adult stories to
ADULTS!  The author does not condone or advocate the following
described relations with underage persons of either gender, but
it does make for titillating reading and that is why it’s here,
and for no other reason. Another thing, if you don’t like
descriptions of explicit hard-core nasty sex, you too can go read
Dick, Jane and Sally. Don’t read the damn thing and then piss and
moan to me that you find it nasty.  It’s meant to be nasty. To
the rest of you, please enjoy.  Your feedback is welcomed, both
positive and negative.  Positive is better though.  The Doctor
doesn’t take negative criticism well, but that’s his problem. 
The Wicked Dr. X


                           Tammy’s Summer Adventure

BY: The Wicked Dr. X

     Crap, this summer is boring.  Mom got married to Jeff a few
months ago and they do nothing but spend time in their room
screwing each other.  Mom’s so lucky.  Jeff is a nice guy, is
good to mom and treats me okay I guess, when he pays any
attention to me at all.   At least she gets to have some fun.  I
get to spend time in this uppity neighborhood with nothing to do
but skate the sidewalks and look for someone my own age to hang
out with.  The trouble is that there aren’t any other kids.  I’m
too young to drive a car, two more years for that when I’m
sixteen, so there’s no place for me to go unless I skate or ride
a damn bike.  Bikes suck. You just can’t look sexy on a bike and
I love looking sexy.  I like to flirt.  Sometimes on the weekends
one of my friends from school will come and pick me up, with her
mom, for a trip to the fancy mall a few miles from town, but
that’s about it.  So I skate.

     There’s big money in this burg.  Jeff says its old money,
whatever that means.  Old money equals old people.  That’s what
it means to me.  The youngest guy I’ve seen so far has to be at
least thirty.  He was cute enough for an old guy and I liked the
way he looked at me, like he thought I was cute, but then he went
inside of his big-ass house and I didn’t see him again.  Maybe
I’ll just skate over that way today and see if he’s out and then
flirt with him.

     When I skate I like wearing my favorite mini-skirt and if,
like today, I feel like flirting or just pissing off the old
folks I don’t wear any panties.  I carry them in a little hidden
pocket of my skirt, just in case.  I like the way the warm breeze
feels blowing up my legs making my pussy feel so nice. When I’m
skating fast or there’s a nice breeze blowing my long blonde hair
kind of floats behind me, my skirt blows up around my waist and
anyone who looks gets to see my little fuzz pot.  I don’t mind. 
I like the way men look at me when they’ve seen my pussy.  Even
the really old men, as long as they aren’t with their wrinkled,
fat old wives.  Then they just try to ignore me, but I know they
think about me later and fantasize about being with me because
they all smile at me if they see me again.

     Last summer I went through a growing spurt, that’s what mom
called it, and my breasts grew to a really nice size.   I like
showing those off too.  Sometimes I leave the house with a bra on
to keep mom and Jeff happy and then take the damn thing off while
I’m skating, or at school.  The boys at school like that a lot. 
Fuck them, they’re all so juvenile.  I almost got caught putting
the bra back on last week before I came back into the house after
skating.  That was a close one ‘cause I think Jeff saw my tits. 
His face turned a little red and he smiled.  I’d flirt with him
too, but I couldn’t do that to mom.  She’s good to me.  I like
Jeff, but just not that way, at least not yet.

     Just a couple of houses more before the nice looking older
guy’s house.  Oh damn! He’s out washing a sweet looking old car.
It’s a Camaro from the ‘60’s with big tires, and stuff poking out
of the hood.  It looks fast just sitting there.  I love fast cars
like that, all shiny and rumbling.

     “Does it run, or is it just for show?” I holler at him.  I’m
so caught up with looking at the car I hardly noticed he doesn’t
have a shirt on.  Damn, he’s better looking than I thought!  For
an old guy that is. His chest is well muscled, and he has strong
looking arms and legs. Those ripped jean shorts he’s wearing look
pretty hot too.  Hmmmm.  Maybe I’ll flirt hard with him and see
where it goes.  My clit is tingling.  Damn, I’m horney!

     “Hi!” he calls back, “It’s fast enough considering what I’ve
put into it.  You like fast cars?”

     “Yah!  Mind if I look?” I ask, skating up his driveway.

     “Enjoy,” he says, shutting off the water at the hose.

     I look inside, bending way down to have a good long look,
knowing that skirt is riding up my ass giving him a very good
look at my firm little butt. My legs are spread pretty far apart
because of the skates so I know he can see my little fuzz pot
too.  The car is sweet inside, but I can see his reflection in
the window and watch him looking me over, shaking his head and
smiling.  That got him.  I’ve seen that look before.

     “I’m Trent. Trent Barkin. No jokes please, I’ve heard them
all.”

     “I’m Tammy Crane, and I’m pleased to meet you, mister
Barkin.”

     “Call me Trent.  It makes me feel old when people call me
mister.  I guess I am old to you though, aren’t I?”

     “Just a little bit,” I say, suddenly thinking that he
doesn’t look quite so old just then.  I think I’m blushing a
little.  I can feel my face get hot.

     “Want to drive it?”

     “What?”

     “Would you like to drive the Camaro?”

     “I don’t drive yet,” I admit sadly, wishing I could.  “Not
for a couple of years yet.”

     “Don’t tell me you’re just fourteen!” he says, surprised.

     “Sorry, but yah, fourteen.  Fifteen in three months.”

     “That’s too bad,” he says.

     “Why?”

     “If you were a little older, I would have asked you out on a
date.  You’re very pretty, Tammy Crane.”

     “So are you, Trent Barkin,” I reply before I really think
about what I am saying.  “Go ahead and ask me if you want to.”  I
didn’t expect him to, but it was a fun way to flirt with him and
that’s why I was there, remember?

     “What do you think we would do on a date together?” he asks,
a very sweet smile playing across his face.

     “What do you want to do to me on a date?” I ask.  A bad
choice of words I guess, but I’m really getting into this.

     “What I would like to do to you probably has never been done
before.”

     “Oh?  And just what would that be?”

     “Ever had sex before, Tammy Crane?”

     “That’s what you want to do to me, have sex?”

     “You asked.  Besides, you’re advertising it pretty well with
the total lack of underwear under that pretty little outfit.  No
panties, no bra, knee socks and skates.  Yea, you’re advertising,
Tammy.”

     “Is that bad?  I just like flirting.”

     “I didn’t say it was bad, I’m just saying that flirting like
that could get you into some trouble you may not want.  That’s
very serious flirting you’re doing there, Tammy.”

     “Does anyone else live in your house, Trent?  I could show
you how serious my flirting can get.”

     “Don’t jump into something you can’t handle, little lady. 
Besides, you’re not legal, Tammy Crane.”

     “Just what does that mean, not legal?” I ask, as innocently
as I can without smiling.

     “Obviously, it means that if I fuck you and you rat me out
to the right people, I go to jail.  Plain enough for you?”

     “I’m twenty one.”

     “You’re a tease, is what you are, Tammy.  Little girls get
spanked for being a tease.”

     “I’m not real thrilled about being spanked, unless it’s
going to be a lead into something fun.”

     Suddenly Trent turns the water back on and sprays me with
the cold water from head to toe, soaking me good.  I shriek like
a three year old and spin around, forgetting the skates.  I slip
and fall to the pavement.  Not hard, kind of like a dishrag
falling to the floor, and he keeps spraying me while I yelp from
the cold.  Funny thing is that I can feel the heat building up in
my pussy while the cold water makes my nipples harden under the
thin blouse I’m wearing.  The fabric turns almost transparent, my
breasts showing through the blouse as though I’m not wearing
anything at all.

     “You shit!” I scream, more from the shock of the cold than
embarrassment.

     “Still want to flirt with an older man, Tammy?”

     I flipped my head, sending a stream of water flying from my
long hair.  “You still want to fuck me?” I asked, defiantly.

     “Come on into the house.  Let’s get you dried off before you
catch a death of cold.”

     It’s about time, I thought.  I was beginning to think he
wasn’t interested in me.  We walk into the foyer of the big house
after I pulled off my skates, Trent behind me.  As soon as the
heavy door closed behind him, I felt his hand on my bare ass, a
finger probing between my legs.  I sighed loudly, letting him
know that that was what I liked.  He traced a line up my ass with
that finger and I shudder in anticipation.  Then he grabbed the
hem of my skirt and pulled me to a stop, twisting me around to
face him.

     “How long have you been having sex, Tammy?” he asked,
gripping my arm gently.

     “About a year.  My first boyfriend copped my cherry and then
dumped me when he got what he wanted.”

     Trent pulls me closer to him and I can feel the warmth of
his body, can smell the lust.  Maybe it’s just the sweat from his
body I smell, but I prefer to think it’s lust.  His arms went
around my waist and slid up my back.  He pulls my head closer to
his and bent down, his firm lips covering mine.  I opened my
mouth and suck his tongue inside, my body folding neatly into his
as he draws me closer to him.  I feel the huge bulge of his cock
pressing into my belly just below my breasts and suddenly I am
just a little afraid.

     My boyfriend had been a junior in high school when we met,
hardly an imposing man like Trent.  The night he first screwed me
in the back of his mom’s minivan hadn’t been all that great, but
it wasn’t unpleasant, so I was willing to do it again.  His cock
wasn’t very big and so he hadn’t hurt me, but Trent was no high
school junior.  I know I’m a little afraid, but there is desire
too.  I know I want to feel that big cock inside of me, filling
up my hungry little pussy.  I want to ride him hard, and the more
I think about it the wetter my cunt gets.

     Trent lets go of me, gently pushing me away.  He grabs my
wet blouse and gently unbuttons it, all the while looking into my
eyes.  So fucking romantic!  Just like on those damn soap operas
mom watches every afternoon.  Easing the wet blouse down my arms
he holds me at arm’s length and looks admiringly at my body,
dropping the blouse to the floor.  My nipples are so hard they
feel like they’ll burst.

     “I think you can leave the skirt on.  The knee socks too,
they’re cute.  You still want to do this?” he asks.

     I think he can see me trembling a little and I fight to
stop.  I grab the buckle of his cutoff jeans without answering
and begin to unfasten it while he kicks off his deck shoes. 
Pulling at the snap and unzipping the shorts, I shove them down
to his thighs.  Instantly his massive cock springs up and I know
I’m going to get the fucking of my life.  It’s huge, a good three
times the size of my boyfriend’s!  It’s so fucking beautiful I
just want to eat it!  What a delicious thought!  I drop to my
knees and take as much of it in my hands as I can, pulling him to
me.  A tiny drop of pre-cum forms at the tip and I lick it off. 
It tastes nice, sort of a salty taste, but nice.

     Trent reaches behind my head and pulls me closer yet, his
fingers tangling in my long wet hair.  I open my mouth wide and
he shoves his hips forward.  That beautiful fat cock slides to
the back of my mouth and I close my lips around it and begin to
suck on him, running my tongue over the shaft like a lollypop. 
My hands are stroking what I can’t get into my mouth and I can
hear him groaning so I know I’m pleasing him.  I like that.  I
like knowing I can please an older, more experienced man with my
mouth.  I can feel his hands pulling my head closer, his prick
forcing its way into my throat.  I choke and cough, pulling away
from him.

     “That’s okay, Tammy,” he says.  “That may be a bit much to
ask from a little girl.”

     “I’m not a little girl!” I say hotly.

     “If you say so,” he says with a grin, and pulls me to my
feet again.  Wrapping his arms around my waist, he lifts me off
the floor.  “Last chance to change your mind, young lady,” he
says.

     “Fuck me, now!” I tell him.

     I’m shaking harder now even though I’m concentrating on
being calm.  I want to feel that thing inside of me so bad I can
hardly stand it.  Trent lifts me higher and I throw my arms
around his neck and kiss him again, driving my tongue deep into
his mouth.  I can feel his cock dragging down my belly and I wrap
my legs around his waist, feeling the tip of his prick rub its
way down between my pussy lips as he lifts me higher and then the
feeling disappears, only to feel it tap me between my legs as it
throbs.  My pussy is so fucking wet I can hardly stand it, and I
groan and rub myself against him trying to lower my hips onto his
massive cock.

     Trent pulls my hips away from his belly and I can feel the
head of his big cock touching the entrance of my widespread cunt.
 My fingers dig into his shoulders and he slowly lowers me onto
his throbbing pole.  I wiggle my hips as it begins to enter me,
it’s so fucking huge, and it makes me sweat as I struggle to take
him inside of me.  I want this thing to skewer me; I want to feel
it as deep as it will go!  Oh damn, it’s in me, boring deeper and
deeper, filling my belly!  It hurts!  It hurts more than I
thought it would, I can feel it pushing aside my vaginal walls,
ripping my body apart, driving for my stomach!  My fingers dig
deeper into Trent’s shoulders, my hips wriggling harder as I
force myself to take him all of the way into my demanding body. 
I can hear sounds that I think are coming from me, sounds that
I’ve never made before, demanding that this man fuck me harder,
shrieking for him to jam it deeper into me even as I struggle to
take what he has given me so far.  Even the pain feels good, so
exquisite, so powerful.

     I feel my hips begin to bounce up and down on Trent’s cock
as though with a mind of their own, taking more and more of his
iron rod with each stroke until finally I can feel his pubic bone
touch mine.  Oh god, he is all the way inside of me!  It feels so
good, so damn fucking good!  I want to cry with the pleasure, the
lust.  My clit is throbbing hard as I bounce up and down on him.
Trent grabs my ass cheeks and begins to pick me up and lower me
on his hard bone; long exquisite strokes that make my clit
flutter.  I want this to go on forever, I want to feel this man’s
cock inside of me until I get old.  Oh please, let it go on
forever! My legs are squeezing him for all they’re worth, my hips
forcing him into me. I feel the tears dripping down my cheeks,
tears of pleasure and of pain together.

      “Fuck me, Trent!  Please fuck me hard!”

     He lifts me higher until only the tip of his cock is inside
me, throbbing wildly, pulsing at my clit.  I lean back and he
lowers his head, taking the tip of my breast into his mouth,
suckling at my tit like a baby, flicking at the nipple with his
tongue. I pull myself closer to him and he sucks more of my
breast into his mouth.  I twist away and he takes the other
nipple into his mouth and sucks it too until both of my tits are
wet from his mouth.  I grind my hips, wiggling my ass and pulling
at his body with my legs until he finally lowers me once again
onto that exquisite hard cock, jamming it deep into me, thrusting
with his hips until most of my weight is on his rock hard pole. 
My clit is burning; it feels like it’s on fire as I jerk myself
up and down on him.  I want to climax but I don’t ever want this
feeling to stop.  I want to keep fucking him for hours, for days!

     He is grunting like some enraged animal on the plains and it
drives my lust even further.  The stars begin to explode inside
of my brain, my clit taking over my body in its drive to make me
climax.  I feel Trent’s cock swell even further, his arms
returning to my waist, pulling me down hard on him, jamming that
beautiful pole deeper than ever into my twisting, jerking,
demanding body.  I feel the hot wave of orgasm begin deep in my
legs, exploding through my pussy and straight to my brain just as
I can feel the explosion of his cum streaming deep in my cunt,
squirting directly into my uterus.  Wave after wave of his hot
cum spews deep inside of me and bathes the walls of my canal,
squirting out of my vagina.  I can’t hold it all inside of me. 
It drips down my ass cheek and onto the tile floor beneath us. 
Trent eases both of us onto an ornate wooden bench that sits next
to the wall; my legs still firmly wrapped around him, grinding
onto him, my cunt fluttering in climax, his cock still pumping
that sweet, thick fluid into me.  I begin to bite into his neck
as I climax, a faint taste of blood like nectar on my tongue.  He
squeezes me tightly until he finally stops cuming, and finally,
so do I.  Trent strokes my head, smoothing my tousled hair,
kissing my cheek until he finally leans back against the wall,
his sweat-wetted back leaving a damp mark on the pristine wall.

     “Thank you,” I whisper.  “Your big, beautiful cock feels so
good inside of me.”

     “Trust me,” he replies, breathing hard, “the extreme
pleasure is all mine.  Your sweet little cunt is so fucking tight
I thought you were going to pull my prick completely off. 
Fourteen years old, eh?”

     “I’ll do better next time,” I say with a mean little smile.
I’d rather try to suck it off of him, but I don’t bother telling
him that.  “And yah, fourteen.  You ready to go again, Trent?” I
ask wiggling my ass on his lap, his almost limp prick still
buried in my cunt.

     “Not quite yet, but if you keep that up I will be in just a
few minutes.”

     “Can I suck you?”

     “You tried that before, Tammy,” he reminds me.

     “And I would have done fine if you hadn’t tried ramming it
down my throat before I was ready for it.”  I can feel it start
to stir inside my belly again, his cock beginning to gain
firmness, stretching the walls of my pussy, and tickling my womb.
 I love the feeling of him growing inside of me, wanting my body.
 His hands are beginning to stroke my naked back, pulling at me
gently as his cock grows.  I begin to moan and I feel my breath
coming faster the bigger he gets.  My mouth meets his again and
his tongue darts into me, fighting with mine.  My thighs are
moving faster now and I can’t stop them.  I want him to cum
inside of me again.  That’s what my body wants, to feel his cum
squirt deep into my womb.  His cock is rubbing at my clit, and it
feels so fucking good!

     Oh shit, I’m climaxing again, and it’s not stopping!  I
don’t want it to stop, not ever!  I feel his finger touching my
ass, stirring around in the slime that is his cum and my pussy
juices, and then I feel it touch my little back hole and slide a
little ways inside.  I cry out and push my ass toward the
invading finger.  Trent slides it a little further into me, pulls
it out and then back in again.  It feels better than I had ever
expected.  I never even considered sex this way, but now I want
it, want to feel that finger all the way inside of me.

     Suddenly Trent lifts me off of his throbbing cock pulling
the finger out of my ass and I begin to protest a little until I
feel his hand under me grabbing his pole, moving it to take the
place of the finger!   Struggling, I’m suddenly very afraid of
what this thing might do to me!

     “No! Please, no!” I beg him, struggling harder now to
escape, only to discover that my all of my struggling is actually
helping him.  I feel the tip of him enter my sphincter.

     “Quiet,” he demands, “Feel it.  Feel the pleasure, Tammy,
don’t anticipate pain that may not be.  Embrace the sweetness of
the little pain.”

     I fight to do as I’m told, reveling in the sharp pain that
quickly subsides as Trent pushes slowly and more deeply into my
ass.  I can feel my ass clench tightly at his pulsing cock,
milking it, pulling it deeper into my body despite the dull throb
of the subsiding pain.  He pulls out slowly, his hands under my
ass lifting me, and lowers me further onto him with each repeat
stroke.  My eyes flutter closed, but not before I see his face,
sweat beading on his forehead, his eyes closed in ecstasy.  Only
a few more strokes and I feel our thighs meet again, his pulsing
meat driven to the hilt in my virgin ass.

     “Now, you do it!” he demands, pushing and pulling at my hips
until I figure out what he wants.  I rock back and forth; the
muscles inside of me gripping and releasing him like a milking
machine, sucking the blood into his cock, making him rock hard. 
His huge pole throbs hard inside of my ass sending shockwaves
through my body, igniting my whole being.  He is grunting and
whispering into my ear, telling me how much he loves his sweet
little ass whore, asking if I like being fucked in the ass,
telling me how good I feel inside, how fantastically tight I am,
telling me he wants to fuck me forever.

     Again I climax, and again, and again, my toes curling up,
legs gripping his back like a vice.  I cry out, grunting like he
does, pulling at his body as the hot orgasmic wave pours through
my brain. I jam a hand between us, my fingers rubbing furiously
at my clitoris and the orgasm explodes like I’ve never felt
before.  My water spews from my cunt, spraying his belly while I
shake uncontrollably, unable to make it stop, not wanting it to
stop, the orgasm sending lightning flashes through my brain, heat
through my cunt.  My pee washes down his legs, pooling onto the
floor below us, and he holds me tighter.  He shoves his arms
under my legs, prying them from his back, lifting me off of him,
my thighs at my sides.  With his hands locked behind my back he
lifts and lowers me onto his pulsing meat, thrusting his hips
upwards until our bodies meet with a clap.  Faster and harder he
drives himself into my burning ass, and still my cunt flutters in
orgasm, my clit on fire from the all-encompassing lust.

     Trent’s groans become louder and again I can feel the swell
of his rock hard prick as he rams himself deep into my burning
ass hole, pulling my hips roughly onto his thighs, holding me
there tightly.  I feel the rush of his cum spurting deep into my
rectum, feel the throb of his cock as it spews his seed into me,
and I climax one last time, shrieking with orgasmic delight,
raking his back with my fingers.

     For several minutes I sit on his lap feeling his cock start
to get smaller inside of me.  I don’t want to let him out of my
body so I squeeze my ass tightly around him keeping the blood
from escaping, holding his erection, keeping the delicious
feeling inside while we both come down from our sexual high.

     “You didn’t let me suck you,” I pout.

     “You didn’t like the ass fucking?”

     “I loved it,” I tell him, kissing his cheek tenderly.  “I
want to do it again soon.”

     “Then quit bitching,” he says with a smile.  “We’ve got all
day, unless you need to get home to your mommy.”

     “Not for a while yet.  They won’t miss me until dinnertime.
I think I’m leaking all over you,” I tell him.  Trent grins at me
as though to say that he doesn’t care and then kisses me again. 
He lifts me off of his lap, his shrinking cock slipping out of my
ass with a wet sounding little pop.  Even that feels nice, but I
miss the nice feeling of him inside of me.  He carries me to the
back of the huge house, holding me in his arms like a doll, and
into the master bedroom.  He opens the door to the bathroom and
he turns on the shower.  Water cascades from the ceiling like a
summer rain shower.  Trent applies soap to a soft washcloth and
begins to carefully wash each part of me, taking special effort
as the cloth disappears between my legs, his hands stroking my
body, fingers tickling at my nipples as he washes me.  I can’t
help the moaning that comes from my throat.  Just as I’m about to
climax again, he hands the cloth to me.

     “Your turn,” he says.  “You’ll want to make sure
everything’s clean if you’re going to put it into your pretty
little mouth.”

     I make sure, like he says, and clean his pole very well,
soaping the cloth thoroughly and wrapping his cock inside of it,
sliding it up and down slowly as I look into his eyes and lick my
lips.  I feel like such a slut but I can’t stop myself, I want
him, need to feel him inside of me and I wonder if this is what
mom is feeling when she is with Jeff and I hear her crying out in
the middle of the night.  They think I don’t hear them, but I do,
although sometimes I have to sneak out of bed, creep down the
hall and listen at the door to hear them.

     Only once have I actually seen them having sex.  I was still
a virgin then.  Their bedroom door had been ajar and their
lovemaking had awakened me.  Sneaking down the hall I pushed the
door open a little further just in time to watch my mother
straddle Jeff’s hips and guide his big prick into her own vagina.
 She had flung her head back as he entered her, sending her long
golden hair flying.  She gripped his ankles with her hands and
began to bounce up and down on his rigid pole, squealing with
delight and passion, grinding her hips into him until she
climaxed with a shudder.  I watched as they kissed, listened to
the words of love they spoke to each other, and determined then
that I would have sex as soon as I could.  Too bad my boyfriend
had been so bad at it.  I’m just glad Trent is so good at it.

     Trent’s pretty cock is hard again, his body clean.  I make
sure he is rinsed off, rubbing myself all over him, kissing at
his muscled breasts, my tongue flicking at his nipples the way he
does at mine.  I wonder if it feels as good to him as it does to
me.  It must because he takes hold of my head and holds it close
to his chest while I suck his hard nipple, and he moans a little.
 I can feel his cock begin to throb between my tits and I squeeze
them together with my arms, trapping him between them and I begin
to slide up and down his cock, just a little.  I love feeling his
cock throb and jerk between my tits, knowing that it’s my body
that has done this to him.  It’s my pussy he wants, my ass, and
my mouth.  Only I can give him the release he desires.

     Gently but firmly he pushes my head down, the water still
cascading over us, until I kneel in front of his waving prick and
take the giant thing in my hands again.   I smile up at him and
lick my lips before leaning close and taking the very tip of him
between my lips.  I suck the head of it into my mouth with an
exaggerated slurp and trap it between my teeth, swirling my
tongue around the soft end, flicking at the tiny opening.  Trent
groans, his breath coming hard as I tease him, his hips begin to
thrust at my face, trying to force more of his cock into my
mouth.

     “Oh Tammy!” he moans, “Where did you learn how to do that? 
Shit, it feels so good!”
     “From you!” I say, his cock still trapped between my teeth.
“I like it when you lick at me!” I giggle and suck more of him
into my mouth, licking at the underside of his rapidly pulsing
prick.  He trembles, grabs at my head and again tries to force
more of himself into my mouth.  I resist, taking only as much as
I can, making him slow down so that I can get used to him.  I
pull away from him until only the very tip of his cock is still
in my mouth then suck him further into me, over and over taking
him further into my mouth until I feel him trying to enter my
throat.  I gag, try again, gag again and finally feel the huge
thing enter my throat.  I open myself to him, letting him pull my
head toward his flat belly, his throbbing member sliding deep
into me.  I’m not gagging anymore.  His big beautiful cock is
slipping easily into my throat and I feel his firm ball sack
touch my chin, my nose crushed against his abdomen.  His hands
pull my head tightly to him, his hips thrusting hard driving that
pulsing pole so very deep into me as though searching for my
belly.

     I begin to panic a little, I can’t breathe.  I struggle to
pull away from him and he lets go of my head letting me grab a
huge breath of air.  He grips the base of his cock and pushes it
back into my mouth, shoving it easily now back into my hungry
throat, his hips thrusting hard at my face, fucking my mouth the
way he did my cunt.  I suck on him hard, my hands gripping his
ass cheeks.  I slide a finger between his ass cheeks, pushing
into his puckered hole, wiggling deeper and deeper into his anus.
 His ass clutches at my finger as though pulling it deeper into
his body.  Trent groans   His hips thrust harder into my face and
I can feel him trembling.  Again he pulls away from me allowing
me to breathe before forcing his way back into my throat.  Many
more hard thrusts into my sucking mouth and I feel Trent’s body
stiffen, his cock swelling.

     “Oh shit, Tammy, I’m going to cum!  My sweet little baby
girl, I’m going to cum into your throat!”

     I feel his pubic bone crushing my nose as he holds my head
tightly to him.  I feel the pulsing of his cock and the gushing
of his marvelous semen pumping into my stomach.  I swallow again
and again, milking his cock of all he has to offer, wriggling the
finger still thrust deep in his ass until I feel the last pulse
of his cum squirting cock.

     Trent releases his death-grip on my head and I pull away,
opening my mouth wide enough to breathe but still holding him
gently with my teeth, licking at his rapidly deflating cock.  I
ease my finger out of his ass, push it back in again and wiggle
it, feeling him jerk.  I shove the finger as far as I can into
his bottom and suck his cock deep into my mouth for a few
seconds, sucking it dry of the last remaining cum in his body.

     I finally let him go, sitting cross-legged back on the floor
while the water cascades off of me, cooling my body and Trent
sits back on the built-in bench.  I reach between my legs and
push a finger deep into my pussy, my thumb rubbing at my clit. 
It feels good and I smile at Trent as he watches me pleasure
myself.  He reaches behind himself and turns off the cascading
water.

     “You like climaxing, don’t you?” he asks.

     “And you don’t?  That’s the silliest question I’ve ever
heard!”

     “You’re right, dumb question.  So, what are you doing for
the rest of the summer, Tammy Crane?”

     “Skating.  Flirting.  Fucking you.”

     “Want a job?”

     “Doing what?”

     “Wash the cars, flirt, a little light housecleaning, fuck,
some easy yard work, more sex.  It gives you a reason to be here
if you’re doing something that looks like work.  Plus, I’ll
actually pay you for your work.  Cash.  You just might earn
enough for that car you want in two years.”

     “You got yourself a girl!” I say enthusiastically. I like
getting paid for something that feels so fucking good.  I
wonder…isn’t this how a girl becomes a prostitute?

                                                END?