"Ooooowwwwwwww!" he moaned."
"Aaaaaggghhhhhhh…!"
I could tell by the pain in his voice when he shot his load, and I felt a bit of his love juice spurt against my nude back. That was the worst time of all for me. All I had to do was roll over, spread my legs, and Adam would have to give me a fuck.
But I went along with his desperate desires.
I let Adam jack off while he looked at my soft body, then I lay still while he slipped off his shorts and rubbed the jism off the floor and off my back.
When he had slipped guiltily from the room, I put the pillow over my face and masturbated myself. Paula wasn't the only girl who knew how to relieve the dreadful urge. And Cora Sorenson couldn't hear me screaming with joy under the pillow.
When something is so beautiful and fills your life with satisfaction, you have to tell somebody. I meant to keep the secret to myself but nobody can really keep a secret, especially a female.
"Oh, you didn't really, Angie!" Paula exclaimed when I told her. "Why, that's terrible!"
We were sitting on my front porch and it seemed I had just loaned Paula a measure of power she never had before. Even her protestations were tinged with excitement.
"Sure I did, Paula. And what's more, I'm gonna screw them all if I can."
"Aren't you ashamed? Don't you have any conscience?"
"Why should I feel ashamed? Everybody does it, you know. I just found a better way. How many of the girls do it in the back seat?"
"Most of them," Paula admitted. "At least they brag about it all the lime."
"How about you? Did you ever try it?"
"Don't be vulgar!" she frowned. "I don't want to be a little tramp."
"You'd rather be frustrated?"
"I ain't frustrated, Angie!"
"Yes you are. How many times do you play with yourself?"
"That's none of your business."
"Wouldn't you like to try some real sex?"
"Maybe I would," she admitted. Everybody is a schemer. Once you set your mind to something you always need an alter ego, somebody who can share the discovery. That always makes it better. Except that I couldn't figure out how to get Paula screwed. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and long black hair, a sweet teenage figure all blossomed out with' big, titties and a real nice ass, and she was ripe for plucking. She needed a fuck something terrible so we had that in common, a base from which to operate. Still we didn't know how to go about it. I had a taste for mature men, while Paula was such a babe in the woods she couldn't tell the difference between a cock and her own probing finger.
There's a reason why married men keep away from us teenagers. It's too easy to get blackmailed, the way we did to Colin Brown. I got to thinking about him until it made me all hot and bothered, especially thinking about Paula too, so I called him at work and told him I needed a little fuck.
"Criminey, Angie, you shouldn't call me here!" I could hear the panic in his voice.
Maybe it was from the blackmail, the truth of my seduction at his hands, or maybe Colin wanted some more of my young pussy. Anyway, he agreed to meet us.
"You know that motel on Front Street?" he told me. "The Seagull Motel?"
We met him there at two in the afternoon. I meant to have Colin fuck Paula until I saw that bed and felt the mighty urge of my own loins.
Colin was nervous as hell. He didn't know I was bringing a girl friend.
"Geez, you're gonna get me thrown in the slammer sure as hell, Angie!"
It was a wicked way to get a little screwing and I knew it, but a girl throws caution to the wind when it comes time to hive a little screw. Girls have been known to go to any lengths to seduce a man.
"Kiss me, Colin!" I pushed against him while Paula gasped with shock.
Colin really liked me. He told me so while he felt me up and then carried me to the bed. We could have had a nice little fuck right then except for Paula. The sight of us touching each other's genitals, and French kissing and getting ready to enjoy sexual intercourse, was too much for that gentle girl.
"I gotta try it!" she squealed as she threw herself on the bed with us. "I gotta have some too…!"
Now there isn't any man who can take care of two young females when the heat is in their flesh, and I knew that. And it was my fault for bringing Paula along in the first place, so I had to sacrifice. I had to let Colin do it to her.
In a way that made me even hotter, to watch while somebody else got laid. There is something about seeing two people fuck that is every bit as exciting as the feel of fucking.
"You kids are gonna ruin me!" Colin groaned when I told him he had to fuck Paula.
"We won't tell nobody!" Paula echoed my own sentiments as she lay on the bed, squirming with anticipation. She looked beautiful at that moment, black hair on the white pillow case, a nubile body filled with the juices of spring. Right then I wished I was a man so I could fuck her myself. With her dress slipped high onto her thighs Paula represented a touch of sex that was both frightening and desirable. In the next little while she was going to be introduced to the most glorious reality of the human spirit, the fulfilling act of fucking. There would be no more dim images in her world after that. No more sleepless nights while she pondered the mystery of male and female.
"I'm so nervous I don't know if I can do it," Colin said as he sat on the bed and looked at Paula.
"Touch me here…!" Paula placed a hand at her breast. She was ready to be seduced, while I sat next to the bed and trembled with contained desire.
"You, have nice titties." Colin stared down at her. "You sure you know what you're doing? You ain't a dumb virgin like Angie was, are you?"
"No, I've done it a lot of times!" Paula pressed her head deeper into the pillow, already lost to the consuming needs of her flesh.
She was lying and I knew it, but a man can't always tell if a girl has been screwed before. Lots of guys have married a "virgin" and never realized they weren't the first.
"Man, I could use a drink!" Colin was sweating.
Before we could object he was out the door, and he could have gotten away from us. But he came right back, with a bottle of whiskey that he got from his car.
There were some glasses in the motel sink, all wrapped with paper, so he took one and filled it half full of water, poured whiskey in the rest of the way, and drank it quick.
"Ah, that's better!" he Sighed happily. "Now, where were we?"
He looked at me with a sort of wistful desire and I had the feeling he would rather fuck me, yet we had set the rules for the day and he went along with them.
It was lovely, the way Colin undressed Paula. He sat on the edge of the bed and methodically took off her dress, then fumbled with her bra.
"Ooooooo!" she gasped. "Oooohhh-hhhh!"
It was already feeling good to her and I sat there with deep envy, feeling the juices of my own body get mighty disturbed. It was a double sexual experience for me, with twice the passion, because I shared the joy of Paula while Colin played with her tits.
"Oh my golly!" she gasped when he massaged her naked tits. "Oh my golly.
Her boobs were nice, firm and white with teeny little nipples, and when Colin bent down to kiss them Paula tried to get away.
"Don't do that!" she squealed. "Oh, don't bite them, Mister!"
Colin sucked her tits. He got one of them right in his mouth and sucked on that goddam thing like a lollipop while Paula clawed hide off his back.
"Aaaarrrggghhhh!" she screeched. "Uuuuunnnngghh-hhh!"
I felt my own nipples get rigid with sympathetic reaction so I couldn't stand it any longer. I got on the bed with them and began to play with Paula's other breast.
"Whatcha doing!" she screamed. "Oh good heavens, don't do that Angie! Oh!