His cockhead pushed into her, spreading her cuntlips apart as he applied more pressure.
"H…hurts." she mumbled.
"Don't worry baby, It'll be fine soon." he grunted. He pushed harder, forcing her cunt open. His prick slid into her, the cockhead passing her lips and moving into the entrance of her cunt tube.
"Mmrrawmmmmm." she complained, trying to throw him off.
He shoved his hips forward, pushing her fluttering hands back above her head and holding the two of them together with one hand. His cock slid deeper into her body, encountering her cherry. He grunted when he realized what it was, then grinned. He might've known she'd be a fuckin' cherry.
He pushed harder, then pulled back slightly. He threw his hips down then, jamming his prickhead against her cherry, which bowed inward, then tore suddenly. Paige whined and jerked against him.
He pushed down again, sliding down her cunt three or four more inches.
"Almost there babe," he told the whimpering girl.
He pulled back, then humped down again, his cock sliding deep into her chamber, down to the bottom of her fuck box. He groaned and lay atop her unmoving, his cock buried in her belly.
"Oh yeah," he sighed, feeling her soft cunt spasming around his cockshaft.
He kissed her again, his free hand sliding up and down across her titties. "Nice and tight babe." he sighed.
He abandoned his hold on her wrists, both his hands going under her and enveloping her legs above the knees. He picked them up and let them rest against his chest and shoulders. His ass rose slowly, then fell, then rose slowly and fell.
He started to get into a good rhythm, fucking his cock down into her tight sheath with regular, even strokes. He liked to pull his prong all the way up so his cockhead was just inside her, then slide it down full into her fuck hole again.
His chest pressed against her legs, making them rise and fall with him, pressing them into her swelling tits. Her face looked upward in confusion, eyes wide.
His hands sized her breasts, squeezing them tight as he picked up the pace. He moved quickly, feeling his balls tingle, and his cock pulse. He was going to cum, he knew. He shoved his cock balls deep, then began fucking furiously in tight fast strokes, mashing his cockhead against the bottom of her pit.
Then he came, driving himself fully into her, and letting his cum spew out, the hot sticky juice shooting out in a rapid series of spurts.
Part Two
Jeff watched in the mirror as she bent over her bureau and searched in her underwear drawer. He sighed as her ass cheeks and pussy were displayed for his inspection. Then she straightened a pair of panties, or rather, the female version of jockey shorts in her hand.
They were bright red, with a white elastic on top. Oh, it was one of the string bikinis. She looked so fucking fantastic, he thought, as she drew them up her legs and slid them tight around her crotch and ass.
She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug. His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise!
He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music.
Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle.
He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.
His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. He'd have to look into that.
He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved space every day.
He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to the locker room.
"Hey man." Mark grinned.
"Hi."
"How ya doin'?" John called.
"Okay."
"How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him.
"Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."
"Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."
"That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.
"You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy every night?"
"I got bored with her."
"Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.
"You fuck her." Jeff offered.
"Anytime man."
"Know who I'd like to do?" Phil Edumd asked, dumping his stuff on the floor and opening his locker.
"No Phil, who'd you like to do?" Mark taunted.
"That Kelly girl, the new cheerleader."
"Shit, she's a fuckin' frosh. She's probably about fourteen." Mark complained.
"She's got the best fuckin' body in school man." Phil replied.
"No way."
"Uh huh."
"Donna Zachary's got the best bod." John said.
"She's okay."
"Know who's got a great little bod?" Steve said, sidling up to them. Mark, and Phil looked up at him.
"Your sister man. Paige." he smirked at Jeff. The others diplomatically didn't comment on that. Jeff looked up in irritation. Hunter was always trying to get a rise out of him.
"Fuck you man."
"No really. She's a nine easily, maybe more."
All of them analyzed the words carefully. According to the unwritten, but well known code, a guy would always put down his sister, especially a little sister, but nobody else could. On the other hand, there were certain things that couldn't be said in praise of a sister, by anyone.
Hunter hadn't said anything that was really out of line. He hadn't used the kind of descriptions that could be taken as hostile, yet. Sisters, even if you considered them pains in the ass, as Jeff did Paige, had to be defended from crude language, or else the brother risked being branded a wimp.
"She's got great hair, and a cute little face." Hunter continued, using up the only real bodily descriptions that didn't demand physical retaliation.
"She's smart too."
"She's a dumb little bitch." Jeff scowled.
"And she's got these nice, firm, round little titties." Hunter leered. Jeff's face went flat and he moved toward Hunter.
"Whoa, whoa! All right you guys hold it!" Mark interposed himself between them.
"You looking to die Hunter?" Jeff glared.
"Hey, what'd I say?" he shrugged.
"Get the fuck out of here Hunter, before we make you eat your own jockstrap." John barked. Jeff was trying to get around Mark, who kept shoving him back like the blocker he was.
"Not in here man, get him later. You fight in here, Coach will have to suspend you for a game." Phil hissed. Hunter sauntered away, rounding the corner of the lockers.
"What's with that little asshole?" He flared.
"I don't know. He's Pissed off at something."
"He's gonna be pissed off with a broken jaw the next time he opens his lip to me."
Allyson slid the panties down her legs and then kicked them off. She stood before the mirror naked, evaluating her figure. Not bad, she thought. It hardly looked like the body of a woman with two teenage kids.
She turned sideways to see herself in profile. Her breasts stuck out straight and proud on her chest, not sagging at all. She stood straight, pushing her chest out and running her hand down her chest and over her flat belly.
No, not bad at all. Almost unconsciously, her hand strayed lower, sliding down across her abdomen, and into the thin line of pubic hair at her crotch. God, it had been so long since she'd had a man, she sighed.