John Kellerman
The naughty virgin

CHAPTER ONE

Rebecca had been trying not to think about sex. God knows she'd tried. But every time she closed her eyes, there was that new boarder filling her mind. She could almost imagine exactly how it would be to kiss somebody so good-looking. Not that she'd ever have the nerve. Her aunt had told her that kissing was a good way to get in trouble and Rebecca didn't doubt it. Just thinking about it made her feel all tingly and weak inside. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was the kind of sensation Aunt Lana warned against.

Outside her window Rebecca could hear the birds fluttering and chirping. Her aunt told her it was because the birds were happy about spring coming. Rebecca suspected there was more to it than that. She suspected that there was more to a lot of things she had been thinking about.

Since it was Saturday she knew she wouldn't have to get up for another half-hour at least. She tossed under the sheet, stretching and enjoying the lazy time of awakening. Because when she got up there'd be no time for much laziness. Aunt Lana kept her busy with housework and whatnot. At least she'd have the afternoon. Rebecca tossed again, feeling her flannel pajamas tangling between her thighs. The pressure against her young cunt made her tremble. Her nostrils flared as she opened her legs slowly and rolled onto her back. Now the flannel was pulling up between the plump lips of her cunt and the friction mad Rebecca moan.

"I'd better not think about this kind of stuff," she mumbled, throwing the covers back and sitting up. Lana had warned her about self-enjoyment. Not in so many words. But the hints had been plain enough. A young girl had to be especially careful in the bathtub or in bed. Her aunt preferred that she took showers, when it came right down to it. Rebecca sneaked in a bath every so often though. And Aunt Lana thought that a proper young woman should always wear pants-style flannel pajamas with the top buttoned up to the neck.

Her aunt's concern about temptation even extended to what Rebecca was allowed to wear during the day. Not so much what people could see, but what they couldn't see. Like underwear.

Rebecca went to her dresser and pulled out a clean pair of cotton panties. It was hard to really think of them as panties. They were made of thick, white cotton with an especially thick panel in the crotch. They even had very short legs, something like a panty girdle and they completely covered Rebecca from well above her navel to the upper part of her thighs. When she had them on. And she always had to have them on except when sleeping or bathing. Rebecca had the distinct feeling that Lana would've preferred her wearing the damned things to bed too.

This morning Rebecca skinned down the flannel nightwear as usual but something made her stop. She'd caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. This was a definite no-no too, but there was something about the fresh smell of the air blowing though her window and the cry of birds outside that made her feel a little disobedient. The sparse fluff of red hair that didn't come close to hiding her cunt glistened in a narrow band of sunlight from the open window. It shocked her to see that something glistened down there where her outer lips came together. She was damp, slippery. With the flannel top still on, she stood facing her reflection and opened her legs some. Then, as sexily as she could, she rocked her hips and tried to look seductive. The familiar tinge of excitement went through her but it was immediately followed by one of guilt. Still, the temptation to admire herself was very strong. She was growing so fast.

"God, my legs sure are getting long," she whispered, sliding a heel up her shin to her knee and then extending the leg slowly. This time her cuntlips parted with a wet sound and she could see the glistening slickness, the dainty pink surfaces. Rebecca fluffed her thick, red hair and pouted. She knew she couldn't do this any longer. Lana would know somehow. But she'd never felt quite so wired as she was now. Her fingers trembled as she touched the first button of her flannel top. But she undid it anyhow.

"Forgive me, Aunt Lana," she whispered as she shucked the pajama top off the back of her shoulders. She let it slide down her back and then dropped it to puddle at her feet. Rebecca put her shoulders back and turned so that her tits showed in profile. She sighed to see the curved deepening over her body. She'd been just a straight-hipped, flat-chested little tomboy but now she was getting curvy and rounded. Her tits were the size of tangerines. Large tangerines at that. Her nipples were dimpled little nubs of pink the size of the tips of her little fingers. Her tits ached too. Almost all the time. And though she'd never let on to her aunt, it felt better to rub them. Rebecca rubbed them now.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. As her palm accidentally brushed one nipple, a shudder of pleasure went through her. This time she could feel her cunt changing, growing plumper. This had happened a few times in her life and it always disturbed her. She'd thought she was sick the first time her cunt got puffy and hot. Now she knew it was just the sort of thing that Aunt Lana had warned her against. But what could she do? She wasn't trying to make it feel like that.

She turned to look at the pert outward curve of her ass. It looked plusher and larger than a year ago and it felt different when she touched it too. She touched it by rubbing her palms over the soft curves until she could feel the tangle of her cunt hair poking under her bottom. Reaching around front, she traced the line of her mound. Now she knew she was really misbehaving but something inside her wouldn't let her stop.

"Ohhh, so wet!" She let three fingers rest against the feverish mound of cunt flesh for a little bit. Inside she ached in the strangest way! Like her slit wanted to be rubbed or gouged or pinched.

For just an instant, she dipped a finger into the dripping crevice. There was a squishy sound as her fold sucked around her knuckles. And then a jolt of the wildest pleasure she'd ever experienced made her knees shake. She had to hold onto the side of her dresser to keep from failing to the rug. Quickly she withdrew the finger and as it slid over her clitoris the hot nub rose from its hood and again she felt pleasure too intense to understand.

Breathing hard, Rebecca went to sit on her bed. She pulled her heels up and held a small mirror down to look at the slick-looking flesh between the pouty lips of her young cunt.

"I hope nothing's wrong with me," she breathed. But she didn't feel like there was. In fact she felt right, very right. She wished she had the nerve to touch herself again. She sniffed her finger and it made her wrinkle her nose. It was musky with a slight tinge of pee. It amazed her that men actually used their…

"Ohhh, I'd better not think of those kinds of things," she said aloud. But she still gazed intently at the raw, slick wound that seemed to beg to be touched again. It was pulsing now, like it contained a tiny heart. Holding the musky finger out of the way, Rebecca licked another one and pressed it down into the juicy heat of her slit. Gingerly she stroked forward and back over her clitoris. It felt lovely. Her shoulders drooped forward and her breasts seemed heavier than before. Using a finger and a thumb, she lightly pinched one nipple as her other finger continued to stroke deeper into her crevice.

"Uhhhh, uhhhh God, that's n-n-nice!"

But Rebecca knew that it wasn't really very nice at all! Aunt Lana would have a fit if she found out. She'd make Rebecca wear a burlap sack for punishment, or worse.

"But I c-c-can't stop. Ohhh, ohhhh wow!" The slick, slurpy sound of her finger sliding back and forth in her throbbing cunt made Rebecca even hotter. On the sheet a dark spot was spreading. Her juices were dripping down like a leaky faucet, a faucet she didn't want to turn off. She wasn't just breathing fast now. She was panting. And her nipples stung with desire. She rubbed them both in turn, being rougher than she ever had before.

"Nhhuuhh! I've just got to stop!" She dragged her shiny finger free of her cunt and looked at the hot sex juice that still dribbled down her crack and onto the sheet. Somehow she staggered to her feet and made it to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and then wet a washrag and held it against her fevered cunt. She was still very weak and her breathing wouldn't slow down.

"I can see why Aunt Lana warned me," she gasped, feeling more guilty than ever. "A girl could have a heart attack doing that."

She sat on the commode and peed with nervous squirts, the sensation of hot urine exciting her again. She considered taking a bath but knew that the longer she allowed herself to be naked, the stronger would be the temptation to touch herself again. Rebecca went back to her dresser, found a pair of thick cotton panties and jerked them on without daring to gaze at her nakedness again.

When she went downstairs, Aunt Lana was fiddling with the coffee pot. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she had on her housecoat. Rebecca was thankful that her aunt wasn't fully awake. Because she felt that if Lana looked at her twice, she'd know what she'd been doing.

"Would you see if the paper's here yet, dear?" Lana asked. "That paperboy is so lazy on weekends."

Rebecca had just bent to pick, up the morning paper when a shiny red sports car roared up to the curb and a pretty girl with blond hair got out. She was tan and healthy-looking, her legs and midriff bare. Under her white tennis shorts and skimpy halter top, Rebecca could tell she was a full-blown woman. Yet she seemed very young.

"I'm here to see David," she announced. She was close enough for Rebecca to see her painted nails. Rebecca wondered if her toenails were painted too. Her perfume smelled like something you'd never find in the five and ten.

"David? Oh, you mean David Pearson." Rebecca smiled. "He just moved in so I forget sometimes." But she hadn't forgotten what the handsome boarder looked like. A sting of envy went through her. She wished that she was a girl with a sports car who could go calling on young men. But that was as ridiculous as wanting to fly. Not only was Rebecca ignorant about males, she was downright scared of them.

"I'll just go on up to his room if you'll tell me where it is," the leggy girl said.

"Maybe you'd better ask my aunt."

As soon as they'd gone into the house and the pretty blond had told Lana what she wanted, the shit hit the fan. Rebecca blushed with embarrassment for the pretty young woman as her aunt gave a lecture on why a girl shouldn't go to a young man's room by herself. To Rebecca's surprise the blond took it all with a sly smile. Then she spoke softly and it was Aunt Lana's turn to listen.

"Then your daughter can go upstairs with me. Wouldn't that be all right?"

While her aunt blustered and mumbled that the young woman was referring to her niece not her daughter, the pretty young thing in white tennis shorts smiled confidently. Her manner won Lana over without argument. And Rebecca found herself leading Martha Heddington up the stairs to the second floor.

"You make certain David is up!" Aunt Lana called after them. Rebecca said that they would. She tapped lightly at the door at the end of the hall and stepped back to wait. They didn't have to wait long.

"Hey, baby," David said, grinning at the sexy blond. He had on a pair of jeans and that was it. Martha urged Rebecca into the room and they closed the door behind.

David really rented two rooms. A small sitting or reading room and a bedroom with attached bath. While Rebecca watched, the young couple embraced. She felt shock at the way Martha let David slide his palms down over her curvy ass. And their kiss was more than just an affectionate peck. They were really getting it on. Like in the movies. What shocked her the most was when they broke it off though. Martha slipped slender fingers down to the crotch of David's jeans and patted the huge lump that pressed against the faded denim. Rebecca realized with a shock that she was observing an erection! She could almost imagine what David's cock must look like under his pants.

"Now, Rebecca," Martha said, taking her hand, "why don't you excuse David and me for a moment. You can stay right here like your aunt wants you to. David and I will slip into the bedroom for a sec."

"Well…"

"She'll never know," Martha said, wrinkling up her nose and smiling. Rebecca was taken with the young woman. It would've been impossible to refuse.

"Okay, but we hadn't better stay up here too long."

As the bedroom door closed, Rebecca paced the room a couple of times and went to peek out into the hall. It was just like her aunt to come upstairs to see what was happening. And Rebecca didn't want Martha to get in trouble. But what was she doing in there? She and David?

"Rebecca!" Aunt Lana called. When Rebecca opened the door her aunt was standing at the foot of the stairs.

"We're just talking," she lied, feeling that Lana would know she was being deceptive. "Everything is just fine."

"All right young lady, I've got to run to the market for some butter. We're completely out. I won't be more than a minute."

"Thank God," Rebecca whispered to herself. She closed the door and sat on David's sofa. Martha had sure been in there with him for a long time. Probably something to talk over. She rose and smoothed her plain, blue dress and went to the window. It was the noise that made her turn. Some noise from the bedroom. Like someone in pain.

Rebecca tiptoed closer to the bedroom door. She felt wrong about listening in on a private conversation. But as the moan came again, she decided that they weren't talking anyway. She pressed her head close to the keyhole.

"Ohhh yeah, baby, get it good! Ohhhh, Jesus Christ, I needed this!"

Rebecca's heart almost stopped beating. But she didn't pull her ear away. Instead she pressed it closer. What was happening? What could this Martha be doing to make David say things like that? Rebecca found her mouth was dry and her breathing very rapid. There was the sound of moving bodies and then David groaning again. Rebecca ignored the juice that was leaking into the thick band of her panty crotch. But she couldn't ignore the way her cunt felt or the way her tits tingled. Something was happening in that bedroom! Something that Aunt Lana would definitely not approve of.

In the bedroom, Martha had her thumb and forefinger tightly circled around David's cockshaft. She jerked upward sharply, letting the fat head of his cock stop her fingers. She lowered them gently and jerked again. She did this once every second, watching the expression of her new boyfriend change.

"Ohhh honey, suck it… would you?"

"Nasty man," she breathed, looking directly into the slitted orifice of his glans. She let his foreskin slide up to cover the blood-packed knob then jerked it sharply downward again.

Martha knew how to jack a man off so slowly that it would finish him for an hour. But she didn't want to finish David for an hour. She'd come over that morning because she was horny. She was so horny that she'd fingerfucked twice during her shower and hadn't begun to feel satisfied. She knew that satisfaction came only with feeling something thick and hard being forced up into her tight, slick pussy. That something thick and hard was the very organ she held in her hand. David's wonderful prick.

She tossed her mane of blond hair and dropped her head down. She'd stripped off her shorts and halter top and was kneeling between her boyfriend's open legs. He liked her to keep on her panties. He liked to take them off himself. And that was fine with Martha. She liked him to take them off too.

"Before I start licking," she said, "I want you to understand that I've already had my breakfast."

"Just a few sucks, Martha baby," David begged. His hands caressed her as he propped himself up on elbows to watch. He always liked to watch her open her lips and let them slide down around his glans. She knew he liked to see how shiny she could make it with her spit.

Martha wet her lips and then wet his glans. She rubbed her bottom lip back and forth against the plump lobes under his tip. That had a way of driving most men up the wall. David was no different. He started writhing around and pumping instinctively as she let her tongue get into the act. Now she was licking him, letting him watch her lick him. Like a big lollipop, his blue glans throbbed hotly against her teeth. She sucked him noisily, making a mess of it now, knowing that he liked her to make a mess of it.

Hot spit dribbled down his cock and into the tight tangle of his cockhair. She bobbed her head down, down until his pricktip bumped the roof of her mouth. Then slowly, sucking her cheeks in tightly around him, she pulled upward. His cock came loose from her lips with a pop.

"Don't forget about me," she pouted, watching him watching her. She stroked his cock again, her finger and thumb tightening just behind the head. As the blood filled the barbed tip until it looked about to explode, a shudder went through David's body. Martha was crazy about his body. It was long and lean and though he wasn't really the athletic type, David had nice muscles. Plenty for what she needed. And she needed it now.

"Isn't Davey-wavey gonna fuck Martha-wartha?"

"You are one horny bitch!" he laughed, winding fingers in her hair and pulling.

"That's why you love me."

She rolled onto her back and kicked her legs playfully. "I want to feel you get it in me good and deep! Ohhhh God, I want you to be rough today!"

"A little rape game perhaps?" David growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed. Martha burned with desire. She squealed in mock helplessness and flopped her hips around as the lean, brown-haired male lowered his body onto hers. She made him force her thighs apart and quickly closed them again when he tried to grab her panties. She wasn't going to make it easy for him. But she didn't want to make it too hard either.

"I'm gonna poke you good when I get it in," David chuckled, struggling harder. "Jesus, you are in a playful mood."

When he tried to yank her panties off, Martha opened her legs and wiggled furiously. He stuck his mouth into her neck and pushed his cock up against the nylon band. She knew he could feel her wet hungry heat under the silk. She rubbed against him like a cat.

"Oh God, I want you," David whispered, finding her mouth. They kissed deeply and loudly and Martha sucked his tongue until he groaned excitement. But just as suddenly, she broke the kiss off and began to fight like she really was protecting her virginity.

"Uhhh, ohhh David, don't hurt me," she whimpered, play-acting but not really play-acting either. Because things had gotten a little wild. David bit her and gouged a finger across her panty crotch. Snagging the narrow band, he stretched it to one side, exposing the dainty, swollen lips of her pussy. She bucked wildly now as she felt the overheated tip of his cock being pushed into the slippery crevice. Her hot folds seemed to melt round him. Shivers of pleasure spread over her skin.

"Nhhuuh, uhhhh!"

"Oh Christ, you smell good! Like a bitch in heat."

"You bastard," she grunted as he thrust forward. His cocktip stretched her ring of muscles out around the thickness but he didn't go in. She squeezed down hard with her sphincter, trying to resist the penetration. This excited David all the more and he mouthed one of her big breasts hungrily, roughly. Her nipple exploded up from the dark circle of her areola and she felt David's tongue sliding back and forth against the sensitive bud.

"Ghhhaaahhh," she moaned, her hips plunging in an effort to keep him from having her. But he had her anyway. He ground her roughly into the bed as his cocktip slipped past her muscular opening. There was another squishy sound as she was penetrated. Their mouths clung wetly, hungrily.

"Baby…"

"Oh David… ohhhh God!"

"Mmmmm, tight! Christ, you're hot and tight!"

"Ohhh damn you! Ohhhh you're so big and lovely! Ohhh, David, do it hard! Do it, do it, do it!"

She clung to his back, her nails gouging his skin as he humped furiously between her open thighs. The sound of their bodies slurping and squishing together down there was like the most beautiful music in the world, Martha thought. She couldn't get enough, would never be able to get enough. She inhaled the musky male aroma that rose from David's excited body. She lurched and plunged under his frenzied thrusting. She was taking him deep now. All seven and a half glorious inches. It was more than most girls could take. But she wanted it all. Even if it hurt a little. She had to have all of it.

"Ohhhh yessss!"

"I'd better take it easy. I don't want to get you in trouble or anything…"

"It's all right, darling," Martha cooed, licking his chin. "It's safe now."

She locked her legs behind his thighs and pumped up and down until the old bed made a rhythmic thumping sound. It was getting better, hotter with every passing second. The slick, sucking friction when David pulled his cock out was as good as the stiff penetration of her soft insides when he rammed it deep.

"There… ohhhh do it right there! Rub me there!"

David had speared her to the hilt and as he rolled his hips, her clit was being pressed down and caressed by the tangle of his cockhair and the hardness of his pubic bone. She arched her back, then humped it down into the bed to shove her open cunt up at him. He fucked it with excited jerks of passion. She could feel that feverish knob swelling inside her. It always swelled first and then burst like a ripe plum. Burst its white cream for her pussy to absorb.

"I'm gonna do it, David darling!" she whined. "I'm gonna c-c-c-ome!"

"Yeah… me too!"

They held on to each other and rolled violently across the mattress. It sounded like they were tearing the room to pieces. But Martha couldn't begin to think of stopping. She wouldn't have been able to cease her frenzied fucking if the landlady herself had suddenly walked into the room.

She was excruciatingly aware of that long, slick rod sliding deep into her pussy and being dragged back. In and out, jabbing and thrusting as her trembling ass squirmed to caress and milk the hot sap from her lover's balls. It came in hard little spurts and David growled and clung to her as he shot it deep.

"Ohhhh, David baby, my darling!"

Only then did Martha remember that they'd left the landlady's daughter to stand guard while they sneaked off a morning quickie. As she panted and moaned in the lusty throes of good sex, Martha hoped that they hadn't made too much of a racket. She believed in sex education, sure. But she didn't want Rebecca to get the wong idea about her. She didn't want her to think she was a nymphomaniac. Martha giggled as she felt a hot dribble of jizz leak from her hole.

"Maybe I am."

"What'd you say?" David mumbled, kissing her face.

"Nothing, darling," she cooed, smiling slyly. "Nothing at all."