She came down slowly, letting her legs relax and slide from his body. Then, reluctantly, she pulled herself to a sitting position. 'Jesus, lover, you can come back any time,' she smiled. 'Next time's on the house.'
'Maybe,' Ted said, pulling on his clothes and keeping his eyes averted from her. 'But I rarely fuck the same whore twice.'
His words stung her, but she bit her lip and remained silent until the door closed behind him. Then she jumped from the table and knelt on the floor. She looked back and forth over the thick carpet until her fingers found the business card that had slipped from his pocket.
Smiling, she held the card up to the light and read the name, address and phone number printed on the small white rectangle.
'We'll see, Mr. Ted Fuller,' she said. 'We'll see. I'm not about to forget a fuck or a cock like that.'
CHAPTER TWO
At the very moment that her father was pouring a load of hot cum into the whore's ass, Carrie Fuller was fantasizing that her dad would someday do the same for her. She had harbored the same dreams about her father ever since her mother had run off with an insurance salesman during Carrie's thirteenth year.
Carrie had taken over the household duties in every way. She did her father's laundry, cooked his meals, and became his confidant and his companion in every way but one: in his bed. And now her incestuous desire had reached unbearable proportions. But she didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know how to seduce her handsome father and put out the fires of lust that burned hotter every day in her young body.
So, while her father was out somewhere stilling his own desire, Carrie was settling for one of her boyfriends from school.
His name was Michael Johnson. He was a handsome, athletic boy, just a few months older than Carrie. He had the same youthful sexual desires as the girl, but, unlike Carrie, he as yet didn't have the guts to do anything about them.
Carrie was an angelic-looking teenager, with long blonde hair and beautiful tits that gleamed like pink cherries through the thin material of her blouse. She was like a doll, like a fragile work of art. But the tight shorts outlined a cunt that was ample, and obviously already wet from the anticipation of getting fucked.
Just the sight of her braless tits under the blouse had given young Mike a glorious hard-on, which didn't escape the girl's curious eyes.
Up until then they had just been kissing on the living room sofa, but when Carrie saw the boy gazing lovingly at her breasts, she decided to go further than that.
'Mike?'
'Yeah?'
'Do you like my breasts?'
'Yeah, oh jeez, yeah!'
'You can touch them if you want.'
The boy wasted no time. He placed his trembling hand over first one, then the other firm globe, kneading the pliant flesh hungrily.
'Ohhhh, Mike, that feels good!'
'Yeah, it feels good to me, too!'
'But, you know what?'
'Huh?'
'It would feel better if I was naked and you could feel real skin!'
'Jeez, Carrie, are you sure you…?'
But she never gave him a further chance to protest. The young blonde had been waiting a long time for a cock, and she had decided that Mike's would be the one.
Mike was staring at the floor, not knowing exactly what to do next, when he heard the unmistakable rustling of clothing being removed.
Slowly, his head raised up and her bare feet and legs came into view. She was moving slowly, looking straight at him, removing her shorts. Her brown limbs and hips were silky soft and lean, like those of a young colt. Mike gasped sharply when he realized that she had been wearing no panties. She stood before him now, completely naked.
Mike's cock jerked in his pants as he stared at her youthful beauty. Her high-set breasts quivered slightly with excitement, her tiny waist tapering down to the voluptuous curve of her hips. Her belly had a fine line of blonde hair down the center, and this line continued on down to touch the wispy triangle of her cunt.
Mike felt another jerk in his pants, and his cock began to ache.
Carrie turned from him for a second, and bent over to pick up her clothes. The full-rounded moons of her buttocks gleamed in the dim light, driving the boy crazy with the unimpeded view of the narrow, hair-lined furrow up between her legs.
He held his breath as she walked away from him back to the sofa. The cheeks of her luscious ass jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took.
Mike was awed by the fact that she seemed so much more mature and worldly than he.
He had never made love to a girl, really. Once a girl had let him put it in her, but had pushed him back out and scrambled quickly away when she felt he was going to come inside of her.
The erection in his pants had risen to its peak by now, and the tight material of his jeans and underwear hurt as he pushed down, trying to find a more comfortable position. But it only helped for a moment.
Carrie was standing at the sofa now, gazing dreamily across the room at him, and when she spoke, the softness of her voice sent chills down his spine.
'Don't you want to make love to me, Mike?' she whispered.
'Jeez, Carrie, do… do you really think we should?'
'Come here… over here.' God, she thought, what a baby he was! And, for the hundredth time she wished it were her father instead of this immature boy standing there and gazing at her naked body.
Rushed with excitement, Mike started across the room. No thoughts of resisting her were in his mind, but his own inexperience slowed his steps and made him slightly hesitant.
As Carrie pulled him close to her, he bent down over her, still fully dressed. He suddenly felt a self- confidence that he had never experienced before. His emotions seemed to be on a see-saw, up one moment and down the next, but right now they were definitely up – up like his painfully swollen cock. The taste of her lips was sweet. He felt himself grow dizzy as the hungry kiss continued, and he felt Carrie's arms clinging around his neck, pulling him down on the sofa beside her. Her sun-bronzed body squirmed against him, and he could feel her nakedness even through his clothes.
'Let's get you naked, too,' she said softly, at last pulling her lips from his.
Mike frantically struggled out of his clothing. Then, turning back to her, he saw the thin, hair-lined lips of her pussy clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. She raised her arms in invitation to him, and he awkwardly stretched his body out beside hers op the sofa.
The large full mounds of her breasts stared up at him wetly, as though they had been oiled, and her ripe nipples glistened and throbbed as she ran her own fingers slowly over them.
Mike had never seen anything so erotic as the way the twin peaks responded to her touch. They perked and grew hard and stiff. He longed to touch them himself.
'Jeez, Carrie, you're beautiful,' he stammered, staring down at her nakedness.
'You're beautiful, too,' she replied, smiling up at him. She lay quietly on her back, confident of her beauty and her power over this young boy. 'You're something special, Mike. Have you been with many girls?' Her voice was husky and low.
'Not enough; not nearly enough,' he choked, gazing hungrily at every inch of Carrie's luscious body, his eyes feasting on the soft swollen mounds of her tits, roaming down along the gently heaving rib cage to her tiny waist, then to the inviting V between her tanned thighs.
Carrie reached up and curled her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. She felt light as a
