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"It's a chance we'll take.  Now, the fantasy." I held her chin in my
hands "or I might just make you wait until tomorrow."

It was a lie, but it worked.  I had discovered a side to her too; she
liked to be submissive to authority.  She bit her lip, obviously
screwing up her courage, and:

"Well, I told you we watched that 8 millimeter movie.  In the movie,
before they fucked, even before she took him in her mouth, he did
something to her with his mouth.  He like, licked her pussy with his
tongue and then sucked her, sort of."

I smiled.  "You want me to do that to you?"

"Well, Yes.  I mean, if you want to."

I smiled, and let my hand slide up her leg, beneath her skirt, and onto
her panties.  "No problem at all," I said, and she sighed and let her
head drop onto my shoulder.


[Chapter 8 - Miss Kitty Takes a Bath]

Linda Short had taught me a lot of what I knew about sex.  Especially
concerning the oral side of things.  She had been a truly expert
cocksucker, and expected good head in return.  Luckily, she was happy to
instruct me on the particulars of eating pussy, which she claimed to
have done once or twice to her girlfriends.

But although I had mildly enjoyed it, it was not my favority thing.
Linda's pussy was very hairy - too hairy, really.  And she was very
agressive.  I often ended up with a sore neck.

Ann was another story entirely.  I laid her back on that rough blanket,
lifted her skirt up around her waist, and slid her panties down,
leaving them looped around one ankle.  Ann's pussy was a lovely sight,
as always.  A trimmed, pretty little V of hair on top, but a smooth,
pink, hairless little pussy.  Her firm smooth thighs were like a
picture frame around that little bud, and I kicked myself for not
having thought of eating her myself.  What a treasure.

I began by nibbling her labia while stroking the insides of her thighs
with my fingernails.  Her response was immediate and gratifying.  She
placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned
as she rocked her hips slowly.  Slowly, I began to insert a finger into
her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it
with long, hard, sloppy licks.  She began to shudder with each tongue
stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each time she
shuddered, my finger was buried deep inside her and I could stroke the
"roof" of her vagina.  This was years before anyone would speak of a
woman's G-spot, but Linda had known what felt good and had never
hesitated to tell me.  After a few mintues of slow licks and deep
fingering, Ann seemed on the verge of hysteria.

"I....  I....  Oh god that's so....  um....  fffffffffffffuck it....
ooooooooooo...." she spoke in breathy, short gasps.  Her hips were
moving in a slow, tight circle and I knew she was ready to come.  So I
closed my lips over her clit, and began to suck it while flicking at the
very tip with my tongue.  I inserted a second finger into her pussy and
felt the rush begin.

She moaned, a long, high, hoarse moan, and lifted her little butt into
the air about 6 inches.  Her thighs were as hard as stone and quivvering
like a tuning fork.  Her hands pressed my head firmly into her crotch as
I sucked her. And she came and came and came.

"Ssssssssssssssss, oh, oh, oh, fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhh"

All of a sudden she was pulling at my shoulders, trying to bring my face
to hers.  I was confused at first, but her hands found my belt buckle
and began frantically to undo it and then my pants.  She wanted my dick.
I was glad to oblige since I was as hard as I could ever remember being.

I lowered my jeans and slipped my cock into her boiling pussy.  I had
never entered her mid-come like that, and the feeling was indescribable;
like sinking into a mouth filled with hot butter.  Her pussy walls
clamped onto me like they had a will of their own, and we began the most
vigorous fuck I can remember ever experiencing.  Ann was wild, simply
wild, tearing at her blouse and pressing my mouth to her nipple.  She
was lost in a world of obscene lust.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me, oh god your dick, oh jesus oh fuck me oh
god...  hmmmmmmmmmm, huuuuuuuuuuuh, uh uh uh, fuck it fuck me, oh, oh,
ffffffffffffuck me, oh I love you..."

She came again, and I spurted into her, just as she said "I love you",
her words buried in the deep extasy of my orgasm.  Afterwards, I lay on
top of her, my diminishing cock still inside her, while she stroked my
head with her hands and kissed my hair.  We were still mostly clothed,
but somehow this was the sexiest moment ever between us.  My cock roused
again while still inside her and we fucked again.

And a third time.  It was dark by the time we left the hillside.

On the drive home, Ann seemed very animated and very curious.  "I have
to know," she said, a broad smile on her face, "where you learned to do
that.  I mean, that was incredible!"

"Linda Short," I said, remembering Linda's small tits and hot mouth.

"Who?  I don't think I know her."

"No, you wouldn't.  She was visiting our neighbors last summer - a
relative from out of town.  She was... experienced.  She'd done pretty
much everything."

"And she taught you how to do that to a girl with your mouth?"  Ann
seemed genuinely interested, though there was a slight hint of jelousy
in her voice.

"It's called eating pussy.  Yeah, she taught me.  She'd done it herself,
actually."

"To another girl!?"  Ann's voice was a high squeak of suprise, but there
was something else there too.  Exicetement, perhaps?  Or had Ann had an
encounter she was not telling me about?

"That's what she said.  I believed it too.  Linda was really wild.  I
met her when she climbed the fence that seperates our back yards - no
joke.  I was sunbathing in my jockeys and she just climbed over and
started talking to me.  In a bikini, at the time."

Ann's jelousy was a bit easier to see now, but she continued to ask
questions.  "Did you do it with her that night?"

"Heh.  That day.  About an hour after we met.  I was home alone, and
once I told her that it was wham-bam.  I guess you'd say Linda's pretty
much a slut."

"At least."

"Well, at the time she was like a gift from heavan.  It was the
beginning of the summer, she was going to be there another two months,
and, well, I felt that everything was set up perfecftly.  It was, too,
though she dated other guys all along."

"Other guys she'd met here?"

"Yeah.  The girl could not get enough.  Incredible."

Ann was quiet for a while.  I think she was a bit upset, jealous and
shocked and maybe a little dubious about her own arousal.  Finally she
said "Well, I can't blame anyone but myself, can I?"

"For what?" I asked.

"Well, I would not have given you a second look before...  Before this
semester.  I was so into myself.  Yes.  I'm glad you had your summer
with Linda."  She looked satisfied and resolved.


[Chapter 9 - Adventuring Outside]

And that was that.  Ann had taken possession, had turned the situation
around in her mind.  She still treated me like her master, of course,
since that was part of the thrill for her, but in the days that followed
I could see that she had laid her claim, and that I was hers.  All
pretense at school stopped, and we went virtually everywhere together.

She also found that she liked sex in public.  As most people will tell
you who have tried it, the excitement that comes with the fear of
getting caught can be pretty addictive, and though I still preferred
our garage apartment, Ann talked me into several daring encounters:

We fucked in a vacant counselors office, right there in the
administration bulding, the door locked but people walking by outside
all the time.  I sat in the big desk chair, my pants lowered to my butt,
while ann lifted her skirt, dropped her panites around one ankle (I
guess she'd picked that up from our adventure in the woods) and perched
on her knees on the arms of the chair.  She fucked me like that, no part
of our bodies touching except my cock in her pussy, Ann rocking wildly
while holding onto the back of the chair, and people's voices echoing in
the hall outside.

She gave me a rather heated, lusty blowjob behind the baseball diamond's
backstop out in the atheletic field.  Though no one could see her
kneeling behind the green wooden wall, my head and shoulders were easily
vibible through the chain link fence, had anyone cared to glance our
way.  When we left, I noticed a dirbble of my come on her neck just in
time, before someone saw it.  She thought that was hilariously funny.

I ate her pussy while she sat in the ticket booth to the student
theatre, trying to keep her composure as I flicked her clit with my
tongue.  Ironicly, Randy had come up to the booth to beg her to at least
talk to him again, and had left wondering why she was acting so strange.
She'd told him to fuck himself, and had sort of hiccoughed on the word
"fuck", since I had given her a particularly hard suck at that point.
She came on my face and I had to clean up with some rather thin kleenex
she had, to get the pussy smell off my face before I went to wood shop.

She somehow got the keys to the chem lab, and we sucked and fucked the
lunch hour away, right there at the desk where we had once been lab
partners.  As she bent to take my dick in her mouth she said "this is
to make up for how badly I treated you when we were partners." She took
my dick all the way down her throat, in a particularly strong and
enthusiastic stroke.  All I could do was gasp "Aaaaaaapology
accepted...." as she sucked away.

But it was back in our old haunts above her parent's garage that she
began to think some really wild thoughts.  We had just finished our
afternoon excersizes, and were lieing on the floor of the living room
eating some cheese and crackers while she rubbed her naked legs on mine.

"You mentioned about Linda Short knowing a lot."  She said this in a
tone that said just-asking-no-big-deal.

"Ann, that was last summer.  I won't ever even see her again."

"Who knows?  She might visit again.  But that's not why I brought it up.
I was wondering if the fact that she had made it with another girl,
well, if it made you disgusted or anything."  Again, she was forcing her
voice into a tone that sounded casual, but was not.

"No.  Why should it?  Why are you asking this?"

"You know Mattie Hanes?"

"Um.  Another one of the royalty."

"Well, sort of.  Anyway, you think she's pretty?"  Ann's face was
impossible to read - I knew she had a tendency to get jealous at times,
but this did not have that feeling to it.  Besides, she had brought it
up.

"Sure, of course.  The guys call her Miss Best Chest of the West.  I'm
sure most of them have fantasized about her from time to time."

"Including you?"  Again, an enigmatic look.  I was getting a little
pissed off - you want it, Ann?  You got it.

"Sure.  I'll tell you the details of the wet dream if you're interested.
It all centered around tit fucking."  My voice sounded angry, and she
recoiled a bit.

"Don't get mad," she said, her voice a pout.  "I'm not asking because
I'm jealous or anything.  See, she's always had sort of a thing for me."

I had to admit that I was pretty shocked.  I thought nothing would
suprise me after I first heard Ann Macafee beg me to fuck her.  Mattie
Hanes a dyke?  She looked a lot like mamie Van Doren, but with red hair.
Huge tits, by high school standards.  Killer figure.  Wore tight T
shirts and knee-high plaid skirts.  And she liked girls?

"Sheesh," I said.  "I know a lot of guys who would kill themselves if
they knew she was queer."

"Oh, no.  I mean, she likes boys.   She's still a virgin, I'm pretty
sure, but when we watched those movies together she talked about the
cocks and everything just like Susie and I did.  She just has always
acted a little funny toward me, and I know that she had a little fling
with another girl in sixth grade.  So I guess she likes both girls and
boys."

Ann had been looking down at the floor, perhaps at her own pussy, in
fact, but at this point she raised her eyes to me and smiled, blinking
those lovely lashes at me.

I smiled.  "OK, Ann, what is it that you have in your devious little
mind?"

"Welllllllll," she said, reaching out to stroke my cock, "I was just
thinking how you might like to watch me and Mattie, assuming I am right
about her.  Maybe you'd even like to join in?"

My dick was responding both to her attentions and her ideas.  "You mean
you wouldn't get jealous if I, um, fucked Mattie Hanes?"

"Not if I was part of it.  I mean, not if it was you and me together,
like a team, and she was the outsider.  Not if we were both doing her.
I've been wondering what a pussy tastes like, ever since you started
sucking me off." Sir Richard grew another inch and hardened in her
grasp.  She bent to take him in her mouth, but just before she did she
said "besides, I've always wondered what it would be like to watch this
magnificent dick slide into her.  I guess I've always been sort fo
interested in her too."

As her mouth closed around my cock, bathing and sucking it, I found
myself thinking about Mattie Hanes and her famous chest.  Maybe she
wouldn't go for it, maybe she'd refuse.  But damn, it was worth a try...

                       <to be continued...>