Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 18:02:15 -0400
From: Juno Sanchez <funkasaurusdancer@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho 2

The Secret Life of a Teenage Nympho 2

By Juno Sanchez

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I wondered when the next time would be.  I was completely in Maxwell's fold
and would let him have me whenever, wherever, and however he wanted me.  I
was sure he knew it too, but in case he didn't, I whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me."

"Don't worry, I will... when I'm ready."

"I'm ready."

"Is that so?"

"Yes it is.  If you don't believe me, I'll show you," I told him as I
clenched my sphincter muscle around his still inserted and hard shaft.  He
moaned softly in my ear and I smiled.

The alarm went off and I woke up.  I woke up to wet sheets and come spilled
everywhere beneath them, including my body, great another wet dream.  Damn,
it felt so real and clearly my body was in perfect sync with my mind
because I came all over myself.  I guess that's the problem with wet
dreams, their just dreams, but what a dream.  The only problem with a dream
like that was now I wanted to make it reality.  Despite having spilled my
seed sometime in the night, I was horny again and my dick was rising to the
occasion.

"I'm up," I said to the knock on the door.

"You're going to be late," she said and knocked again.  I ignored her.

I was far from interested in whatever my mother was saying to me from
beyond the closed door.  I was busy rubbing what remained of my come
explosion all over my dick.  I forgot what had for dinner, but whatever it
was, I could still taste it on my fingers, well the bitter remnants of it
anyway.  Campbell's chicken soup wasn't the only thing that was mhmm, mhmm
good.  Simply put, the best part of waking up wasn't Folgers in my cup, it
was come in my mouth and I wanted more of it.

I climbed out of bed, stretched my arms above my head, standing in my room
naked and hard.  My window was opened and the curtains drawn back, exposing
me nudity to anyone who wanted to see me.  The thought of it was almost as
much a turn on as being spanked by a hot guy, a guy like Maxwell, but
Maxwell isn't here, so I guess I'll have to do it myself.  Being late for
school was worth what I had coming.  I looked over at my closet and smirked.
There was only one way to settle my urge.  The radio went on with the tough
of a button and my favorite song of all time played.  Who knew George
Michael's words could have so much meaning long after he engaged in a lewd
act in a public toilet?  I want your sex... the greatest line a song has ever
had and I've got the greatest friend a guy could ever have.  When all alone
and needing to get off... vibrate your way through.

There are things that you guess and things that you know, boys you can
trust, and vibrators that make everything feel better.  The buzzing sounds
more like a barber's shaver than the mechanical best friend of my ass, but
this machine doesn't cut; it penetrates eight and half inches deep inside
my juicy pussy.

"Oh, mhmm," I moaned.  Who would have ever predicted that God would give
man the sense to make a tool so wonderful?  "Ughhhh," I bit my lip.

I saw Maxwell's face in my mind, his lips, his hands; his... big dick.  I
drove the vibrator as far inside my body as it would go, swallowing it
whole like a snake does its prey.  My nipples were hard, partly from the
jolt of pleasure making its way from my canal to my brain and partly from
the morning breeze feeling me up.  God I wished Maxwell was there; he had
all the right equipment and knew how to use it.

"Can you feel me inside you?" Maxwell's voice carried in my brain cells.  "You
want it don't you, you want me inside you, don't you?"

"Ugh, yes... yes."

"How bad do you want it?"

"Ugh, I want it, I want it."

"Show me how much you want it, show me now," he ordered.  "Tell me you like
it; tell me you want me to..."

"What are you doing in there?  You get ready for school right now, you hear
me?"

"I think the whole neighborhood heard you," I mumbled under my breath.  "Fuck,"
I rolled my eyes.

She knocked again, no she banged again.  I wasn't going to get a moment's
peace so I got up, slipped my white jeans on over my hard dick and wobbly
legs, put on my cleanest, come stained , short sleeve woven, and a tie,
neon pink to offset the lime green woven.  Black rim fashion glasses and
black, canvas shoes finished the look.  I could rock out with my cock out
and would have if not for it being held hostage behind my zipper.

School was nothing if not boring, so I found something better to do or
rather I found someone better to do me.  Not every guy in the school is
sixteen; there are seniors who are eighteen and walking around with wagging
dicks, panting like dogs waiting to put their tongues into a bowl of water.
In this case, Andrew had his tongue firmly between my ass cheeks.  I always
knew he liked pussy, I just didn't know he liked it that much.  Clearly,
he's had a lot of experience eating out.  The way he moved his tongue
suggested it was with females, but hey a guy can get adventurous when
enticed properly.  A stare, a tongue swipe, a gentle brush against an ass
can do a lot to a horny teenage guy.  Tight fitting, white jeans and no
underwear also helped, especially since my body shape is all male, but
feminine.

"Ugh, ugh... yeah," I moaned.

Andrew's hands were all over my ass, massaging each cheek, spreading them
as far apart as they would go and I let him.  My dick danced in front of
me, sticking way out, waiting for me to take hold of it.  I arched my back
and pushed back against Andrew's face, burying his tongue deeper into my
wanting crevice.  We were the only ones in the bathroom, last stall in the
back.  Bathroom stalls weren't normally my choice of places, but under the
circumstances, it had to do.  I preferred the swagger of a velvet bedroom
or the smooth flow of a clean living room, but in my current state of
arousal, I wasn't going to suggest waiting until after school when I could
take him home and have some fun with him.  I needed to come... badly.

"Turn around," he said as he spun me around.  I looked down at him.

His eyes locked with mine for a moment.  He smirked, I smiled and then he
licked the underside of my balls right down the middle of the sack.  I
moaned softly and he smiled, and then did it again.  He opened his mouth
and swallowed my left nut, rolled his tongue around it and sucked.  He did
the right one, nibbling a bit while he played tongue hockey with me.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked as precome began to
ooze down toward his blue eyes.

"I never said never, I said I never did it with you, now stop talking," he
grabbed my cock and began stroking it, gripping it tightly the way he would
a football.  I was sure he had a lot of practice holding a dick after all;
he had one of his own.

He stared at my swollen stick, licked his lips perfectly and took it in,
tongue deep to the back of his throat.  His head bobbed back and forth in
perfect synchronization with the pulsing blood flow that made my dick so
stiff it hurt.  I placed my hands on the back of his head as he sucked me.  He
grabbed the back of my jeans and pulled them down further, raked his
fingertips across my ass before he cupped them and nearly swallowed all of
my genitals whole.  I wasn't sure which one of us was going to come first.  I
rubbed the top of his head, god I forgot how much I loved dark, Italian
hair.

"Mhmm," I bit my lip.  Andrew was far from Maxwell, but his mouth felt good.

I felt myself getting close to that magical moment and I could tell from
the way he backed off of me that he felt it too.

"Not yet," Andrew said.  He sat back on the toilet and slid his shorts down
mid-thigh.  His dick sprung up, hard, cut, and ready to be worked on.  He
grabbed it and slowly stroked it.  "Suck it," he told me.

I didn't hesitate.  I bent over, kissed the tip of his dick, licked his
swelled head and took it in my mouth, like I had a choice.  If you're
wondering, I didn't have a choice because he grabbed the back of my neck
and pulled me down on his dick.

"I said suck it," he said aggressively.  He drove my face deep into his lap.
I sucked his dick from top to bottom, feeling it hit the back of my throat
because of the force with which he pulled me down on it.  The thing
disappeared in my mouth and Andrew enjoyed every second of it.

"Mhmm, yeah like that, cock sucker," he groaned.  "Suck it, ugh," he moaned.

I stayed on his dick for as long as he demanded I stay, which wasn't long
because he had another idea.  In fact, we had the same idea.  He pushed me
back, turned me around, and bent me over the toilet.

"Put your hands on the wall, spread your legs," he ordered.  I pressed my
hands firmly against the wall, pushed my ass upward so he knew what I
wanted.  I knew he couldn't resist.

"Mhmm," I groaned when I felt his dick head poking me.

He spit on it and rubbed it against me.  He pushed again, I pushed back and
in a second my ass opened up for him and he was thrusting behind me.  Who
had time to wait?  His dick slid back and forth inside my ass with the ease
of an oiled eel.  He held my hips in a strong grip, so strong that he was
able to lift my body as he wanted while he rammed his dick inside me.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I cried out, but I wasn't in pain, well not much, but even
the feeling of my whole being stretched and pounded could be considered
pleasurable.

"Fuck, you're so tight, it's so fucking tight," he said through clenched
teeth.  Andrew liked fucking me, I could tell.

I thought about Maxwell and clenched my sphincter around his shaft as much
as I could and held it.  Andrew moaned and breathed heavily, trying to fuck
me without making a lot of noise.  How many girls had he'd been with, how
many guys?  None of it mattered; the only thing that mattered was making
him come in my ass and coming all over the toilet, leaving my mark for the
next guy to find.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," I pleaded.  "Harder, ugh," I said before I bit my
lip again.

"Oh yeah, I'll fuck you," he panted.  His grip got tighter, his thrusting
stronger, and it was in three words... pure animal sex.

"Fuck me harder, harder!" I demanded.  I pushed back against him.  I wanted
his dick.  I could see Maxwell and it drove me insane.

"Oh fuck, ugh, ugh, oh shit!" Andrew slammed into me one last time.  His
come load filled my rectum.

"Pull my sack," I stood up with his dick still spewing come inside me.  I
arched my back, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck.  "Harder, pull
it harder," I moaned while I squirmed on his throbbing shaft.  He did as I
wanted him to.

"Like that?  Like that?"
      "Yeah," I moaned.  "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" I looked down just as my dick
erupted with come shots.  I came and came and came again, all over Andrew's
forearm, his hand, the toilet seat, my jeans... I could come for hours being
fucked like that, but was still nothing compared to Maxwell.  Maxwell was...
an expert.  What exactly do you do with an expert?  I wonder...