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CHAPTER FIVE

"So that's it," Melanie said after she had brought me up to date and finished telling me about her latest abandonment.

"It must have been terrible for you," I said sympathetically, "but now all that's behind you because you're finally in a warm and caring environment."

"Yeah, right on," she said enthusiastically, and then leaned closer, and in a confidential voice, asked, "Hey, lady, you got any grass?"

For a moment I was puzzled. Then it suddenly occurred to me that she was talking about dope, and that she was in danger of slipping back into her old ways unless I gave her some guidance.

"Oh, you little rascal," I chuckled. "I realize you were probably just kidding around. However, something that's illegal is no joke. If you want to turn on, as I know you teens sometimes like to do what with the stress and strain of the modern world and all, why not use something that's not against the law and can't get you into trouble?"

"Oh, yeah," she said, obviously interested in what I had to say. "What's that?"

I wanted to tell her about the joy of Christ, the greatest high known to the human race, but I didn't think she was ready for it on our first night together. So instead I said, "Well, for example, when I'm feeling depressed, I have some little red pills I get from my doctor on a prescription, making them perfectly legitimate, and wash a few of them down with a little vodka on which I've paid a state tax. Now that's the mature, safe way to handle nervous tension."

"Oh, wow, reds!" she cried, obviously pleased by my understanding of her problems. "Lemme at 'em!"

"Well, perhaps a few wouldn't hurt," I said. "After all, tonight is a kind of celebration… our first night together and all. All right, they're in the medicine cabinet. You go get them while I get the drinks. But no vodka for you until you're twenty-one, little lady. You can have a Mr. Pibb."

When I came back into the living room from the kitchen, she was still gone. "Did you find them?" I yelled towards the bathroom.

But the answer came from the bedroom. "I'm changing into something a little more comfy to get stoned in… uh, to celebrate in."

I sat down and drank a couple of ounces from the vodka and tonic I had in my hand. When my head started to spin in instant intoxication, it occurred to me that I'd been so busy I'd hardly eaten anything today, including dinner which I'd just picked at in my enchantment over having Melanie.

My head spun even faster and sent my senses reeling when Melanie walked into the room in what she felt more comfy in. All it was was a man's T-shirt, all torn and ragged, with "Only Schlitz is Better Than Love" emblazoned across the chest. The hem only made it to the bottom of her crotch, so that every time she moved or jiggled I could see the thin bush of her pussy between her narrow, honey-colored thighs. At the top, her nipples poked sensuously, exploding stiffly from the soft roundness of her tits. Instantly I felt my cunt go wet, drenching my panties and painting a flush across my face.

"Somethin' wrong?" she asked with apparent innocence.

"Uh, no… no… of course not," I said, unsuccessfully trying to avert my eyes from her mouth-watering cunt. "It's just that this drink hit me unexpectedly hard. I'll be all right in a sec."

"Here," she said, throwing the jar from the medicine cabinet to me, "pop a couple of reds and that'll slow you down."

Not stopping to wonder how she had suddenly become such an expert on my red pills, I took two of them out of the bottle, which I noticed was already open, and threw them into my mouth.

"Ummm," I sighed, washing them down with my vodka, "I feel better already."

"Me, too," she almost sang as she floated around the room in a kind of little dance. "I've already had six of the little mothers."

"Don't you think that's a lot…" I suggested tentatively, my voice trailing off from uncertainty.

"Remember, I didn't get any vodka," she reminded me. "And, besides, you'll catch up."

I don't know if I ever caught up to her in taking the most pills or not, because after a while I had taken enough of them to feel absolutely marvelous and didn't care about anything but the pleasure coursing through my body. It was like I was trapped in a web of euphoria and was unable to do anything but enjoy myself. I stopped worrying about the constant foaming between my legs and just let my cunt gush away, feeling the pussy-lather ooze down my thighs and glaze them like sticky syrup. I twisted around in my chair every time Melanie moved so I could always have a full view of her, and as I did, my skirt eventually wriggled up around my hips, leaving my sopping crotch in open sight.

"Wow, what got into, you?" Melanie said, coming up and peering between my spread legs at my sopping cunt.

"The sight of you," I honestly replied, my eyes swimming in my head from the sight of her flimsy T-shirt clinging to her lithe body.

"Wanna see more?" she asked eagerly, like a little puppy dog anxious to please.

"Sure," I said, wanting to give her an opportunity to build up her self-confidence, which had to be damaged after her sordid experiences.

"How about my pussy?" she said, lifting up her T-shirt triumphantly.

My mouth drooled at the sight of the soft mound of her cunt, the soft slope just barely covered by her flaxen pussy hair, the slit of her pussy a mere indentation between her legs. I felt no alternative but to reach out to her and show Melanie how much I loved her already.

"No, no, hands off," she laughed, dancing backward to elude my grasp. "First you've gotta check out my titties." She pulled the T-shirt over her head and threw it to the floor, standing totally naked before me. Her tits were more than handfuls, but their sensuous slope and rosy, pink nipples were a sure sign of maturity. There wasn't an ounce of excess flesh on her anywhere.

"Now can I touch you?" I begged.

"Not yet," she teased. "First you've gotta show me what you've got."

"You mean take off my clothes?" I asked, feeling a wave of amazement come over me.

"Check."

For an instant I couldn't believe this was happening, but then the combined influence of the vodka and the red pills suddenly staged a sneak attack on my senses and reduced my reason to a shambles.

"I love it!" I exclaimed spontaneously and immediately started peeling off my garments, not stopping until I was clad only in my juice-drenched panties.

"Oh, I'm crazy about your tits," Melanie said. "They're the grooviest of any of my foster mothers. Too bad you don't have a dick to go along with them, but I'm sure something can be worked out."

"Or in, as the case may be," I giggled as I took off my soaked panties from my body and stood naked before Melanie. "Now, can I touch you?"

"Yes, yes!" she cried, running into my arms and squashing her tiny tits against my big jugs, our nipples immediately rubbing against each other. "Touch me! Touch my tits! Touch my cunt!"

I did, throwing one palm like a suction cup against her tits, squeezing them together, and throwing my other arm over her back and across her ass so I could reach between her cheeks and snake my fingers into the creaming slit of her cunt. I could tell that our ages made no difference when it came to pussy flow – my fingers were drenched with cunt-juice.

"Quick, quick, into the bedroom," she whispered urgently in my ear. "I want to be in bed with you. I want to feel you on top of me. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy while I eat yours."

We flew hand in hand to the bedroom, diving onto the bed like it was an Olympic-size pool and landing in each other's arms, our gushing pussies rubbing maddeningly together.

"Now, now," she urged, "sixty-nine, let's sixty-nine. I can't wait to taste your cunt."

We hurriedly maneuvered so that she lay flat on her back, her nakedly perfect teenage body directly beneath me, my haunches straddling her so that the parted cheeks of my ass placed the dripping gash of my pussy right in her face.

"Go down on me at both ends," she said rapidly, and I instantly complied, sending my cunt plopping juicily against her mouth, and hurtling my face into the steaming crack of her wide-open cunt.

Her tongue was a marvel as it flicked in and out of my juicing pussy at a fantastic rate, its pistonlike darting a testimony to the boundless energy of youth. As she reamed out my cunt with thrusts that were more and more daring, it felt as satisfying as any man's cock inside my cunt, expertly hitting all the right places and staffing a series of miniature orgasms within me. The orgasmic intensity starting to dominate my body forced me to instinctively answer her pussy-thrusts with a tongue-fucking of my own. I stabbed at least three inches inside of her fuck-hole, immediately feeling the dewy walls of her cunt tenderly clasp me.

The worn was eerily quiet except for the repeated slurps of our cunt-lapping, each of our mouths lathering up a froth inside the pussy pressing against its lips Melanie's cunt tasted unbelievably sweet and pure as I licked away at it, hopeful that she was finding my pussy as delicious as I was finding hers.

Her clit was full-grown and rubbed insistently against my teeth and gums. Finally I gave in to the spike-like nubbin of glistening, pink meat and started lapping it exclusively, teasing her clit into greater and greater hardness with my flicking licks and playful rubs.

Down below, her face was virtually all the way into my bloated gash, her nose firmly jammed in the bottom of my cunt while her lips and mouth aggressively nibbled inside the entrance to my fuck-canal, turning the tissues of my pussy into an inflamed mass of raw nerve endings.

I was coming once every few seconds now. Each climax built on top of the other until my naked body was racked by frenzy, my mouth and cunt stimulated from the outside while the rest of me was burned by my inner fires.

Apparently Melanie could sense the orgasms that were rapidly developing into a barrage against my senses because she let go of my cunt and called up, "Don't come too much yet."

"Oh, darling, I'll never stop," I mumbled into her sopping pussy.

"I want to stick it in you before we stop!" she cried as she pulled off me. "Get on your back."

"What'll you use?" I asked as I rolled over on my back, automatically spreading my legs so my cunt was out in the open, begging to be fucked.

"I'll check the fridge," she said, and was gone before I knew it.

When she returned, her eyes glowed like she had just discovered gold. But their attention was obviously riveted to nothing more exotic than the long Polish sausage dangling from her trembling fingers. "Wow," she said, her mouth forming a perfect little O to go along with her Orphan Annie eyes, "we can both use this mother at the same time."

I couldn't imagine what she was talking about until she got on the bed and greedily began stuffing one end of the sausage up her horny cunt. Her dainty pink pussy-lips bent wetly, flexing in and out as Melanie jigglingly lodged six inches of the Polish sausage inside her cunt-hole.

"Here," she said handing me the free end, "stick it up your pussy."

The urge to be joined to her, pussy to pussy, by a moist tube of fresh meat forced me to scramble next to Melanie, fraying my legs wide open and grabbing for the remaining length of sausage. Instantly I felt its cool neck slide inside my hole, my steaming cunt boiling the meat so that when it finally came out of the oven of my pussy, it would probably be cooked enough to eat. I looked down at my cunt, breeched by the pink tube of the cocklike sausage, and across to Melanie's pussy, equally stretched with the round meat.

"Wiggle your ass," she said to me, "make it work like a live prick inside my cunt."

I instinctively did as she asked, moving my hips in a slow circular motion that sent the long sausage twisting up her cunt like a roto-rooter. The way she sighed, twisted and moaned you would have thought she had the world's biggest, liveliest cock up her pussy. Her trembling became spasms as a result of the surging force up her cunt, and as she shook, her vibrations coursed back through the bond of meat connecting us and I suddenly felt the substitute prick dancing with life inside my cunt, too.

Now we were both twitching our asses, grinding away at each other and taking what the other had to give, both of us fucking and being fucked simultaneously. The firmly packed meat stabbed farther and farther into the tunnel of my cunt as our crotches pressed closer and closer together, until, finally, the strands of our pussy hair intertwined and the wet lips of our cunts were touching, the long tube of sausage buried within us.

We each put our hands on the other's waist and pulled even closer, forcing our bellies and hips tightly together, teenage body straining lithely against the ripe curves. My firm, ample tits swamped hers, burying her boobs under an avalanche of warm flesh, her sharp nipples stabbing erectly into the underside of my jugs. We soul-kissed, our tongues, still reeking of each other's cunts, stabbing pungently into each other's mouths. Down below, the mouths of our pussies sealed each other like gaskets, fusing together as we fucked, reaming each other out with the foot and a half of hard meat between us.

I had been coming steadily all along, but now one whale of an orgasm surfaced within me. Suddenly I found myself totally haywire, all my sensations, all my feelings, and all my emotions centered in my twitching, juicing cunt. I squeezed my pussy muscles like a vise on the hard meat inside me and felt it start to give. In a minute it was crushed, the tough link of sausage turned into patties inside my meat grinder of a cunt.

As I creamed and convulsed, I stole a glance and saw that Melanie was having the same experience, her eyes rolling like a slot machine as she lifted her head back and thrust her adolescent cunt at me, pounding our clits together so that the seal of our pussy-lips was broken, and our cunt-juice foamed in a thick lather at our crotches.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming one last time! Hold me, let me come in your arms!"

Our tits crashed together and then we collapsed and shuddered in each other's embrace. We drove our cunt-mounds together, gouging the thick hunk of meat joining us against the mouths of our wombs as we felt our climaxes suddenly shared. Orgasmic power flowed between us through the connections of our tongue-fucking mouths, our pressing tits and stabbing nipples, and our meatily welded cunts. We trembled convulsively in each other's grasp as the coming reduced us to quivering wrecks, total slaves to the agonizingly perfect domination of our bodies by our erotic instincts.

Finally we were through and stopped, running down as though we were machines whose springs had unwound. As we fell away from each other, my legs splayed and I exhaustedly threw an arm across the front of my naked body, my hand dangling on top of my oozing cunt. Immediately I could feel the juices flooding from me, drenching my fingers with their stickiness. I couldn't resist the temptation to taste my cunt and drew my hand to my mouth and lapped the dripping gop sticking to my fingers. The surprise tanginess of the sausage mixed in with my pussy-juice startled and delighted me, and quickly my hand was back at my cunt, gouging for another load of goodness.

Melanie saw what I was doing and cried, "Look… look!" pointing to the space between us on the bed.

I looked to where she was pointing and gasped deliriously, "Oh, my God!"

What was left of the sausage was lying on the bedspread, all but a few inches of it gouged off and missing.

"It's in our cunts!" Melanie shrieked with joy.

"Let's have a midnight snack!" I cried, completely invigorated within a few magical seconds.

We sprang upright and leaped at each other, wrestling off the bed and onto the floor until each of us found a place in the other's crotch, our mouths greedily eating at our cunts for the succulent stew of Polish sausage and pussy. Immediately my tongue found a chunk of the savory goodness and passed it to my ravenous mouth. Greedily I wolfed down the pussy-juice marinated sausage, piggishly going for more as I felt Melanie doing the same thing in my cunt, splitting my snatch apart with her tongue and mouth to get at the goodies.

The more pussy I ate the more I came, giving Melanie more and more treasure to mine in the mother-lode of my cunt. In my own mouth, dessert was the continuous cream Melanie was spewing in my face as I ate her pussy, both our twats foaming so uncontrollably that the section of the carpet on which we writhed was sure to still be a swamp in the morning.

We rolled and moaned, ate and sucked, devouring each other's pussies until we were blinded and stilled by exhaustion. At last we lay quiet again, my head resting on the pillow of Melanie's cunt, my cheek pressed against her wet pussy-lips. Her hand nestled between my thighs, one finger symbolically stuck inside my cunt, turning me on even in my aching semiconsciousness. Finally, the black curtain of sleep descended over me and I was out like a light, content that I had brought some happiness into this poor teenager's unfortunate life.