"Tied up and teased" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jenkins Robert)

CHAPTER TWO

Ellen spent the rest of the day thinking about what would happen with Ricky that night. She was more excited than she could ever remember being. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could see were scenes of pounding flesh, and heated kissing and tonguing.

She had never been quite so bold with a boy before. She went to her classes in a daze, and she could not wait until they were over.

Finally, the last bell rang, and she got on the bus for home. She was sitting with a whole batch of her friends. Although many of the girls on the bus were fairly attractive, none had quite the fullness of tit, or the poutiness of mouth that Ellen had. Ellen was by the far the best-looking girl on the bus, and she knew it. She held her youthful head high, pleased with herself. She knew that she was the sweetest little number there. After all, it was she who had attracted the new blond boy, not those other silly little tramps.

She looked on with a smug expression as the other girls talked in hushed tones about the feels they had copped, or the prowess of their little teen boyfriends. Ellen was secure. None could be anywhere as attractive as her Ricky.

When she got home, Ellen avoided the sharp glance of her mother and hurried up the stairs to her room. She stripped off her school outfit, and then pranced in front of the mirror. She stretched herself in front of it, and admired her shapely form. She was certainly a hot little vixen, she thought.

Ellen looked at her firm, tan, youthful breasts. She reached down and cupped one of them tenderly. She felt wicked and sly. She had always felt a little guilty about fondling her own body, but now she was seized by a torrent of self-love that made her want to explore herself all over.

She began to knead her full, firm tit. It was round and milky, and it jutted up and stayed swollen, even without the support of a bra. She pursed her lips into a sullen pout, and she craned her head down and blew on her rosy, strawberry nipple.

The cool rush of air excited her. She could feel the beginning of a tingly sensation in her thighs, and she squeezed her legs together and gyrated her smooth hips. The sensations were almost unbearable.

Ellen pushed her head further down. She had the impulse to try and kiss her own nipple. Her wet mouth was only about an inch from the red tip of her ample breast. Ellen drew her nipple upward, cupping it from below with her hand. She strained her neck, finally touching her red nipple with her soft mouth.

Ellen stole another glance at herself in the mirror and giggled. She was behaving like a little slut. She twirled around in front of the mirror, and carefully inspected the rest of her body. She was well pleased. Her firm, rounded asscheeks were tasty and ripe, and she had a fine bush of blonde downy hair on her light little pussy. The firm soft hair was the same golden color as the long hair on her head.

Ellen moved her exploring fingers down. She fluffed the hair on her virgin pussy. Gently, she spread the lips of her cunt and pushed the tip of her mouth-moistened finger inside. The act shot an instant hot thrill up her spine. She moaned without thinking, and then pressed her cream colored thighs tightly together around her own hand.

Ellen allowed her eyes to roll back in her head. She closed them and moved her hand rapidly around the entrance to her pussy. The tips of her fingers brushed her swelling clit.

Ellen pushed her hand harder against her cunt, grinding her thighs, moving her hips. With her free hand, she steadied herself against the frame of the mirror. Her breath began to come in heated pants. The firm taut ass of the young girl bobbled as she stood on tiptoe, grinding her hips, looking for the right spot to massage her awakening clit.

Suddenly, Ellen was seized with a spasm of pure pleasure. She gripped the mirror with her hand as her hair swirled around her in a golden halo. Her lips were pursed tightly, her legs arched and straining. Her body was throbbing to some inner heat.

Ellen squeezed her eyes tightly closed. The darkness was broken by a brilliant flash of light.

"Uunnggghh…" she moaned. She threw her head back as her body was shaken with little jerks and vibrations.

Ellen allowed her hand to fall limply to her side. She fell first to her knees, then to her side. She lay on the floor panting and gasping.

She could barely understand what had happened to her. She had always felt too ashamed to even let her finger stray to her ripe little pussy. It was strange that this time she had massaged herself all the way to a climax.

She felt hot, animal excitement. Her orgasm only heightened her anticipation of what would follow tonight with Ricky. She felt really loose and uninhibited.

The next few hours were spent waiting eagerly. She didn't even go downstairs to where her mother had dinner waiting. Ellen couldn't eat even if she wanted to. Her stomach was all fluttery.

Ellen spent a long time choosing her outfit for her date. She opened her closet and flipped through all of her clothing. She wanted to be sure to pick the outfit that would be the most stimulating for Ricky. She had a lot of clothes in the closet, but only a very special combination would do the trick for her forthcoming night of hot sex.

She picked out a blue tank-top. It was made of ribbed cotton, and it showed off all of the ripe young curves of her body to tantalizing perfection. She pulled on the skimpy cotton jersey, and then she looked at herself in the mirror. Her round, jiggly breasts looked soft and touchable. Her long legs were smooth and lithe. The top didn't even cover the furry bush of her moist and still-dripping cunt.

She pursed her lips and reached out with her fingers to pull the shirt down over her cunt. She had never felt so sensitive down there and she enjoyed the feeling of having her juicy pussy so hot and moist. It made her feel good to know that she was alive and sexy.

Her next problem was whether to wear pants or a skirt. She was about to put on her pair of sexy velvet jeans when she had a sly thought. Suppose Ricky wanted to feel her down there, and there was cloth to block his probing fingers? She changed her mind right away. She pulled out a brown leather skirt that she had left in the bottom of her closet. The skirt was the shortest she owned. It barely covered her furry blond pussy. If she bent over she would expose the round buns of her ass. Ellen giggled as she wiggled into the leather skirt and checked herself in the mirror. It was really sexy all right. She would just have to be careful where she sat down.

Ellen decided on stockings, rather than panty-hose, for the same wicked reason. She wanted to let Ricky have the full field with his hands. She shivered when she thought that she was not only going to allow him to touch her, but that she was actually planning for it in advance. No other male had ever had this effect on her.

She eased into a pair of flimsy nylon panties, squeezing her thighs together as she wiggled them into place.

She sat down and applied a careful coat of red lip gloss to her pouty lips. She pursed her lips, licked off the stray coloring, and put the makeup away. Last but not least, she slipped into a pair of high-heeled platform shoes. They made her ass high, and made her legs look even longer and sexier.

The little tigress admired herself in her mirror. She was dressed fit to kill. She knew that she could never wear an outfit like this to school, because she would stop traffic in the halls.

Ellen waited until she could no longer hear her mother pattering about in the den. She was afraid to let her mother see her, because her mother would be able to tell that something fishy was up by the way Ellen was dressed.

When all was quiet, Ellen sneaked out of the house, and waited on the porch.

In a few moments, she heard the rumble of an engine. Ellen glanced at her watch. It was close to eight. It seemed as though she had been waiting for hours.

A car ground to a halt in front of her house. It was an old green Camaro. Ellen felt like her heart was about to stop. It was Ricky all right. She could tell as soon as he got out of the car.

Ricky was wearing an embroidered shirt and a pair of faded jeans. He looked tall and appealing. He walked toward her shyly. Ellen stood still.

As soon as the youth caught a glimpse of the voluptuous girl, he stopped in his tracks. She looked fantastic, even better than she had looked in school. He paused and coolly appraised her tantalizing body. In spite of his shyness, he felt his cock getting long and stiff inside his pants. The jeans started to tent out in an uncontrolled reaction.

Ellen moved toward him. She stopped only inches away from his body, and she took his warm hands in hers. She moved in even closer, raising his hands and pressing them close to her. He could feel her breasts, their soft heaviness pressing down on the top of his hands.

He put his arm around her and led her to the car. They had still not spoken. Once they were in the privacy of the car, he grinned and ran his eyes up and down her body.

Ricky realized that this little number was really hot to trot. He thought that it would take him weeks to meet a new girl in this school, but he was now amazed with his luck at having met Ellen the first week that be was there.

"It's good to see you again," he stammered.

"I'm real glad… to see you I mean," answered Ellen.

"I don't really have anything planned for tonight," he said.

"Why don't we go to the beach?" suggested Ellen. "I know a real quiet spot, one that nobody ever goes to."

"Great," said Ricky. He started the car, and they were off to Fleet's Cove.

Ellen sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. She didn't know what was coming over her. She felt right at home with Ricky. Even if he was a little shy. She hoped that he liked her.

"I was thinking about the talk we had this afternoon," she said.

"Yeah, me too," be answered. He let one hand stray off the steering wheel, and put his arm around her waist.

Ellen wriggled a little closer to him. He began to stroke her body, moving up to her breast. She gasped a little at his touch.

"I have lots of fantasies," he admitted.

"Oh? Tell them to me," she said in a seductive voice.

"I'm a little embarrassed," he said.

"No, really, I want to know," she said.

He gripped one of her hands and placed it onto the bulge of his cock. She instantly took up the suggestion, and began to stroke him. She felt his cock expand, responding to her touch.

"I really liked when you did that this afternoon," he said.

"I did too. It was great. Right in the lunchroom!" She was becoming more excited. She felt sexy and hot. The cock in her hand only increased her sense of wantonness.

"I could tell you were someone who appreciated a person's inner life," he said.

He arched his hips up. The cock ground hard and eager into her stroking palm. Little beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. Ellen picked up on his lust right away. Without even having to think about it, she squeezed the tip of his cock hard between her thumb and forefinger. Ricky groaned, then smiled.

"It's really uncomfortable in there," he said huskily.

"Ohhhh, I can tell," she whispered.

She began to unzip the fly of his pants. His crotch felt hot and damp. She kept up the smooth stroking with one hand as she leaned over and fished his stiff cock out of his pants.

Ellen had never seen an erect cock before, although she tried to pretend that she saw them all the time. The size of his prick almost took her breath away. It was a good eight inches long. The bulbous tip was reddened and throbbing.

Ellen pressed closer for a better look. The skin felt warm and smooth to her touch. She explored the cock with her willing young fingers. First, she caressed his cock up and down, enjoying the feel of the stiff pole of hot flesh.

She had never thought that a cock could be so big, or stand so tall and hard. Ricky stared straight ahead as he drove.

"It's nice," she purred.

"Squeeze it, Ellen. Don't stop," he moaned.

Ellen continued to stroke his cock up and down. She hoped that she wasn't making a fool of herself. She wanted Ricky to think she was really experienced.

"How do you like it, Ricky?"

"Hold me near the top. Put your fingers around the tip, and squeeze hard with your thumb – right under the head," he explained.

Ricky realized that the girl did not know as much as he had thought. He really felt flattered that she had been so attracted to him. She was a young, willing little slut. He congratulated himself silently.

"Like this?" asked Ellen, wide-eyed.

"Ahhhh… that's just perfect," Ricky groaned.

Ellen was flooded with new sensations as she manipulated and teased the boy's swelling cock. It seemed to be getting bigger and harder before her eyes. The tip was turning almost purple.

She kneaded his cock up and down. On the firm upstroke, his cock shook as though it had a life of its own. Little drops of fluid began to run out of the piss-slit.

At first Ellen thought that Ricky was cumming. She knew what that was from conversations with her girlfriends. But Ricky didn't moan or jerk. She wondered what was happening.

"Are you all right?" she asked, betraying her ignorance.

"Just fine, sweetheart, just fine…" he gasped.

"What's that stuff coming out of your cock?"

"Oh, that's just a little love juice… happens all the time," he said.

He was gripping her waist as hard as he could. Her face seemed only inches from his cock. He wanted her wet, soft little lips on his throbbing cock so bad he could feel them. The curious girl was driving him crazy. The sheer innocence of her touch made her seem twice as exciting as any girl he had been with before.

"I have one fantasy that I always wanted to try," he said, thinking fast.

"Really?" said Ellen. She was too preoccupied with the throbbing cock to even pay attention to what he was saying.

"I always wished that a girl would blow me while I was driving. I think about that all the time. But I never met anyone who would really do it, until…"

"Until what?" purred Ellen. She wanted to be the sexiest girl that he had ever met.

"Until I met you. Would you kiss me there, while I'm driving I mean?"

Ellen looked up at him with her moist mouth open. She slowly licked her reddened, glossy lips with her teasing tongue. She knew that he wanted her to suck his cock. She also knew that she was going to try to give him the best sucking he had ever had, car or no car.