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CHAPTER FOUR

The lovely blond leaned back against the seat as the jet reached its cruising altitude and raced effortlessly across the sky toward California. Mitzi closed her eyes and slowly calmed her body from the tension of the last two hours. She was free! She had escaped from the determination of Carl to prevent her leaving him. She was on her way back to Los Angeles, back to Lorraine and their new partnership.

She would file Carl away into a back corner of her mind. At least she would no longer lie awake at night imagining him fucking some woman in a distant city. Let him fuck the whole damn world! It no longer concerned her. Neither would she feel guilty if she took a good, active prick into her own juicy cunt. That was her business, no one else's. She smiled softly, imagining herself floating through the air. She pictured herself nestled not in the seat of the big jet, but on a cloud. She was floating effortlessly above the earth. She was free. She was her own woman again.

Her mind began erasing the last three years. She took herself back three years to the slender young blond model who was in such demand because of the exquisitely formed cheekbones, because of the earthy quality in her green eyes as they glowed in contrast to her face and hair. She could have made the big time. Mitzi knew that. Except for that night when she let Carl take her up to his bed and let her feel his fantastic cock. She would be at the top of her profession by now.

It wasn't too late to recover. She would have to go on a crash diet. She'd have to get rid of most of these curves that she had allowed to fill out her body. Mitzi inhaled deeply, thrilling at the way her tits heaved into her dress. No! She didn't want to take the necessary inches off these beauties. The blond loved the attention she could get with them.

She enjoyed the feel of male eyes on her as she swung her voluptuous body through a crowded room. She didn't need to reduce her sexual appeal. Hell no! Lorraine had offered her a partnership. There was no limit to the business they could do.

Mitzi felt a tingle over her body. She would go in with her red-haired friend. She could envision expansion of the business. They would dominate the Los Angeles area, then expand to San Francisco and San Diego. She shivered at the thought of offices in Dallas, in Miami, in Houston and Atlanta, in New Orleans and Denver. They could handle all the major convention cities. What the hell did she need with Carl Zweig? She didn't need his salary. She could make hell of a lot more than he was making. She'd been making more when they met. She was making more then than he made now. She didn't need his cock either. She could find pricks anywhere, long pricks, short pricks, thick pricks, thin pricks. She'd had no trouble in the past. She certainly would have no trouble now.

She'd never had any trouble, not since she was a teenager. She may have been a skinny kid, but she'd had the ass and legs to cause constant attention from the boys. Mitzi breathed deeply, her mind flitting back into her girlhood. She searched for his name, the boy from down the street who first showed her what a pussy was for.

Don, that was his name, Don Anders. Donny, all the mothers called him, certain that the young man was the sweetest, most gentlemanly boy in the neighborhood. Donny showed the young blond, though, that he had other interests than books and music. He was over at Mitzi's one afternoon, sitting with her on the couch in the living room, rambling on and on about his hopes for a career in music.

Mitzi watched his eyes stare at her legs and she curled them beneath her on the couch and turned to listen, feigning interest. She wasn't interested at all in what future he might have with his little violin. She was interested in the way he looked at her legs, the way his eyes lighted up as they glanced up to the full expanse of thigh she flashed beneath the short, tight shorts.

Her mother passed through and told them she would be gone for several hours. Mitzi glanced up in surprise. Her mother never left her alone in the house if there was a boy over. The little blond smiled, realizing this was due to her mother's inability to conceive of Donny being any threat to a young girl. Mitzi smiled at her mom as the woman left, then turned back to Don. Now she would hear all the gossip. The young violinist could talk music for hours as long as a girl's mother was around. When they were alone, though, Mitzi could count on the boy to have the details on all the latest high school scandals.

Don slipped across the couch, closer to her, as they heard the car back from the drive and pull out into the street. His voice took on a secretive tone. His hand rested casually against her bare thigh, sending small tingles of delight rippling through the girl.

"You hear about Margaret?" he asked, referring to the rather heavy girl at the end of the block. "You hear about her catching her little sister and Joel Timmons out in the garage?"

"No," Mitzi admitted, leaning toward him and not noticing how near her pussy his hand was resting. "Catching them doing what?"

"Fucking," Don answered. "Joel had the girl's panties off her and was balling away with her."

"What did she do?" she asked the boy beside her, noticing his pants swelling. She assumed it was from the excitement of telling about the two kids that his cock was getting hard. The blond had no realization that it was the feel of her soft skin, the nearness of her cunt to his hand that had Don charged up.

"Oh, she made them stop, all right," Don assured her. "She chewed them out and threatened to tell on them. The she sent her sister inside the house."

"And Joel?" Mitzi asked. She saw the sneaky smile that was playing at the corners of Don's mouth. She saw the laughter in his eyes. She felt the surge of excitement in his hand.

"She made him fuck her," the boy announced. "She pulled her jeans down and made him stick his little cock in her and fuck her, too."

"You're kidding!" Mitzi gasped. "She didn't?"

"She sure did," Don affirmed. "Joel told me about it himself. He was afraid not to. Hell, Margaret is big enough to beat him to a pulp, even if she didn't tell his parents on him. Can't you picture it? Can't you just see Joel fucking big old Margaret? Wonder if she took off her clothes and let him play with those huge tits?"

He pulled Mitzi against him in his excitement. Don hugged her tightly, his hand caressing her thighs wildly. The blond girl tried to break away from. She still had no fear that there was anything more than his excitement about his latest story. She could not conceive that Don's cock was throbbing in the anticipation of getting into her pussy.

He kissed her, catching her by surprise. His mouth came over her lips. He sucked against her, then ran his tongue into her mouth and let it explore her own hesitant tongue. Mitzi struggled against his embrace, surprised at how strong Don was. She'd assumed that the most exercise he ever got was playing the violin. She'd also assumed that Don would be the last boy to ever try and fuck her.

His hand reached up her thighs and pressed into her crotch. She shuddered in the combined fear and excitement his finger caused as it pressed her shorts against her pussy, rubbing sensuously over her and sending tingling shivers through her. She might have fought him off had she been a virgin by conviction. Mitzi had kept her cherry until now more from never having a boy set out with determination to get it than from firm resolution to preserve her maidenhead. She was caught in an emotional quandary. Don Anders was not the type she would have selected to pop her cherry.

She twisted halfheartedly against his passionate embrace. Don grabbed at her cunt more firmly, his touch causing deeper throbs of response in her. Mitzi convinced herself that all he wanted to do was tease around for a while. She still couldn't quite imagine any danger from the slender young man whom all the mothers adored. She began to rein, then felt her body respond even more passionately to his hands. He lifted his face from hers and plunged his mouth into her heaving little tits. She tingled as he turned his head from side to side, pressing into the breasts until they were pulsing as excitedly as her pussy.

"Ohhhhh," he sighed. "You're the most beautiful girl in town. You know that don't you."

Mitzi ignored the trite remark. It was not the way she could imagine Rob Demarest or one of the campus jocks speaking as he played with her tits and cunt. Still, she felt warmed by his appreciation of her, by his panting approval of her tits.

He reached one arm around behind her and grasped her pussy from beneath her ass. His other hand grappled at her tits. The blond shivered at his gentle, loving caress. She'd always been embarrassed about the small size of her tits. The way Don was treating them, though, she was suddenly proud of them. He was certainly turned on by them.

"Mmmmmm," she heard herself moan lightly. "Mmmmmm, it feels good. It feels so good to be loved like this."

"It's going to feel a lot better," he assured her. Don unsnapped her shorts and pulled her blouse free. His hand reached up beneath and covered a pulsing tit. He mashed the tit into her chest, his thumb rolling over the nipple. She arched her back to push it more voluptuously into his caress, wishing that she didn't have the bra between his hand and the shimmering little globe.

"Take my bra off," she whispered. "Take it off and let me feel your hand on the bare skin."

She sat up as he reached beneath the blouse and struggled with the bra. He seemed helpless to complete his task, so she slipped the blouse over her head and removed the bra for him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her tits. He reached for them reverently, then cupped them in his hands.

He began kissing her tits, then sucked slowly on each nipple until Mitzi was twisting about the couch in surging passion. The blond told herself that things had gone far enough. If she let the boy get any more aroused, if she let herself get any more excited, then she would never be able to stop short of fucking. She kept telling herself that she was not going to go that far. She was going to stop him any minute now.

Don pulled her pants down before she realized he had grabbed at them. He pulled them down past her knees, then reached for her thin pink panties. Mitzi rolled away from him, accomplishing only the removal of both, leaving herself completely nude on the edge of the couch. Don grabbed her and pulled her lengthwise, pushing her against the back of the couch with his body, pinning her there while he hunched himself wildly against her.

"No!" she whispered. "No, no!"

The blond tried to get away from him, but he held her with one arm and a leg while he tugged at his pants until they dropped down to reveal his long, rigid cock.

"Please," she whimpered. "We've gone far enough. That's as far as I want to go!"

"Come on," he laughed. "I couldn't get off this hard without a fuck. No way! You've worked me up so that my prick is going to have to get relieved."

He scooted against her, turning her to the side, her back resting against the back of the couch while he shoved his cock between her thighs. Mitzi shuddered at the surprising heat of his cock. It almost burned her tender thighs, then nestled against her pussy. She felt the pressure as it struggled to enter her, felt the exquisite sensation it sent into her clit. The little nerve bud shimmered, aglow from the massage of the ramming cock.

"See," he told her. "It's not so bad. Even little kids are doing it now. Even big Margaret has been fucked."

Mitzi knew he was right. Sooner or later she'd have to get fucked. It would be a lot safer to get it from this gentle boy than from some rough jock who would just plunge into her. She trembled in fright, but lay back against the couch and let him push his cock against her pussy. The lips opened, letting the tip penetrate her. Don gasped in delight and thrust deeper. Mitzi felt the prick stop as it jammed into her cherry. She felt the pressure as he pushed harder into her.

"No!" she said. "You're going to hurt me. Don't go any farther. Please, let it stay right there."

"No way," he answered her, his breath gasping, his cock throbbing.

His hand held her ass as he thrust his cock roughly into her. She felt the hymen break, felt the flow of blood, felt the hot pecker run into her cunt passage. The blond cried out in pain and gasped as he started pumping into her.

"All right," he agreed. "I'll hold it still for a minute. I'll let you get used to it. I'm going to fuck you though. As soon as your pussy stops hurting, I'm going to fuck away at it."

He pulled at her tits. He teased and taunted her nipples. He kissed her and tongued into her mouth. Then he began fucking again. Her pussy was still sore, but he kept pumping away at her. She finally felt the relief of her juices lubricating the trembling cunt walls. Slowly, feeling returned to her. She could feel the throbs of the long cock as it stretched into her. She could feel the rub of its head on her clit each time he drew back for another plunge. Mitzi began to glow inside. Her body was throbbing as warmly as his cock. She hunched herself against him in tempo with his fuck. She thrust her tits into his frenzied hand, against his taunting fingers.

"Ooooooo!" she heard her voice murmuring. "It's gooood!"

She hadn't said it intentionally. It had just come out. Mitzi felt like her body had taken possession off her mind. She was, not in control of herself, not in control of her feelings. They were surging through her, rising to a passionate peak, driving her toward an explosive climax. She listened to the soft sound of his cock riding in and out of her flowing pussy. She shuddered in delight at each deep plunge of the prick. She felt her pussy throbbing in ecstasy about his cock, responding to the deep throbs which shook inside her.

"Ohhhhhh!" Don was panting. "Ooooohhhh, what a hell of a pussy!"

His body shook frantically, his cock pulsing ready to unload into her. He pulled at her tits. He caressed her ass frantically. He gasped for breath and panted in lustful enjoyment of her young body.

"I'm about to give it to you!" he warned her. "Ohhhh, God, am I about to give you a load!"

Mitzi had never experienced orgasm. She didn't know at that time what exactly she had missed. She only knew that she had missed something. Don's cock unloaded its steaming cum into her. He pumped frantically for a few minutes, then slowly began to withdraw his cock. Mitzi felt that something more needed to happen. The teenager was on the ceiling with no way down. She lay gasping, unable to comprehend her own lack of fulfillment. She looked at the expression of delight on Don's face. She felt his hands gently caress her tits. She looked down at his swollen, but limp pecker.

Was this all there was to fucking? She hoped not. Something more should have happened to her. Surely she should have felt something more than just the heat of his cum.

Mitzi smiled as she leaned into the airplane seat. She had learned, much later, just how much satisfaction there could be in fucking. Her body was tingling now, just thinking of the good hunks of cock she was going to taste in her pussy in the next few weeks. So Carl couldn't resist a sexy ass when he was alone in a distant city. All right! Mitzi would not turn down a good fuck either. She certainly would not turn down a toss in the hay when it might help her build the new partnership into a nationwide complex.

She dozed off, not bothering to watch the movie. She dozed, fantasizing about many pricks, about many men, about great success for herself and for Lorraine. By the time she strapped the seat belt on for the descent to Los Angeles International, she was trembling in anticipation. She would go straight to Lorraine's apartment. She'd wait there for her red-haired friend. Hell, if Lorraine needed an extra girl for tonight she'd be interested in that, too. She might as well learn the business from the ground up.

Mitzi laughed to herself. It wasn't from the ground up, after all. She would learn the business from the bed up.